The Revel and the Battle

A/N: Thanks to my beta, not_london. Warning: Slash.

Genevieve and Narcissa walked down the stairs to join the Death Eaters in the Ballroom. They were all in their black regalia, but without masks. Quickly, Genevieve scanned the faces and saw Severus, standing near the balcony. His face was set as stone. No emotion betrayed him. She took a deep breath and followed her love's example. The room was thick with smoke and reeked of liquor. The air was pungent with maleness. It was dark, but huge candelabras surrounded the sacred circle. The light made the room eerie as shadows crept and leapt along the walls with each flicker of each candle. She held Narcissa's hand in hers. It was shaking. If I had any sense of what was going to happen, I'd be shaking too, she thought. Just breathe.

The jeers and lewd comments started. Genevieve steeled her back and gripped Narcissa's hand. Narcissa followed her example, and they plastered seductive smiles on their painted faces as they glided past the men to the center of the room where their stage lay. It was carpeted, with huge silk and satin pillows in silver and green. The Dark Lord was sitting on his golden throne, raised high in front of the scene. He would have a ringside view.

The two women knelt prostrate before the Dark Lord, and he told them to commence. The men started to gather, and chairs and sofas were conjured out of nowhere around the perimeter.

"Severus!" called Voldemort sharply. "I want you to stand by me." His eyes were intently vicious. Unbeknownst to the Dark Lord, however, Snape's Patronus had already been cast. As Snape walked slowly to the despot's side, Kingsley's Patronus was bounding on its way to Grimmauld Place.

Once Snape stood at Voldemort's side, the women began their performance. They knelt on the floor facing one another. Genevieve pushed the blonde hair back from Narcissa's right shoulder. "Just breathe," she whispered into Narcissa's ear. Genevieve stroked her neck and began to slowly take off Narcissa's robe as she kissed her mouth slowly and sweetly. Narcissa responded, and soon she allowed Genevieve's tongue to enter hers. Genevieve started to cup the woman's breasts. The men were responding: moans and groans rushed into Genevieve's ear as she continued her task. Narcissa raked her fingers through Genevieve's black hair and earnestly kissed the younger woman. Her hands slid down the front of Genevieve's robe and fondled the nipples underneath. Genevieve gasped and threw her head back in moaning pleasure. The wizards were calling out directions and chanting for more action. Narcissa pulled back younger woman's robe off her shoulders, and the men went wild at the sight of her full breasts.

"Snape! I can't believe you had that!" someone shouted. Severus did not respond and Genevieve was too afraid to try and sneak a glance. Soon, the women were on the ground, entangled with each other, slowly kissing and fondling each other's breasts. They were going at an agonizing slow pace for the men. Shouts of "more" and "fuck her" came from everywhere, and Genevieve lowered her head down the length of Narcissa, capturing her breast in her mouth. She saw out of the corner of her eyes the men shifting and moving underneath their robes. She descended lower, kissing her stomach and the underside of her belly. She eased slowly towards the insides of her thighs, drawing out the event. She heard Narcissa whimpering, but for real! Oh, no! Genevieve thought. Just breathe. When the hell is the Order going to get here? She turned her head towards Voldemort and saw his erection flush against his robes. He was entranced. Genevieve licked her lips seductively at the despot. He smiled cruelly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Snape clenching his hands and eyes were closed.

As she bent her head down between Narcissa's legs, there was a crashing noise. She jerked her head up and saw Aurors descending from everywhere. They swooped down from every direction. Genevieve grabbed Narcissa and they crawled behind Voldemort's throne. Great shouts and lights flashed from everywhere. Voldemort was fuming in anger. His Death Eaters were dropping like flies, they had been so caught up in their lust; they had been slow on the defensive. But soon, those were alive began to retaliate, and the onslaught began. The air was full of shifting Aurors, Order members, and Death Eaters. Genevieve peeked around the corner to see the private battles: Remus and Dolhov, Tonks and Crabbe, Minerva and Nott, and Molly Weasley and Bellatrix Lestrange. It was chaos as the witches and wizards disappeared and reappeared in another place in hopes to overcome a fighter unawares. Voldemort was trying with all his might to get to Potter, but Dumbledore held him at bay.

Genevieve saw Severus out of the corner of her eye. He had vanished into a nearby balcony, almost invisible, except for the flashes that would emit every so often in the direction of the fray. She watched as he was protecting the young Ginny Weasley who was trying desperately to avoid being killed by a vicious MacNair. Once Ginny had successfully struck him down with the killing curse, he vanished completely into the shadows. Tonks came round the throne and grabbed Narcissa and thrust a Portkey in her hand.

"All the Wards have been lowered thanks to Snape. This will activate in a minute; go grab Lucius, and you will be sent back to the Apparition line at Hogwarts." She ripped off her robe that she wore over her Muggle clothes and shoved it at the naked Narcissa. "Go!" she yelled. Tonks and Genevieve watched the woman slip on the robe, dash to where her husband was hiding, and grab him in time to steal away from the battle.

Genevieve turned back and Tonks was gone; she'd run back into the fray. Genevieve saw Severus dash towards a hidden doorway, undetected. The Death Eaters were quickly outnumbered, for more than Order members were Apparating into the Ballroom. All the Weasleys were there fighting, even people Genevieve had never met before were slaughtering Death Eaters right and left. She felt confident she would be protected if she dashed out. She had to get to Severus and get her wand! The room was exploding around her from the hexes and curses thrown about. The candelabras had fallen and fire was spreading everywhere. Shouts of "Augumenti!" could be heard every so often.

At first, Genevieve had pulled her naked legs up against her chest and buried her head down. She was wandless and naked. She was terrified of being struck by the falling debris from overhead and flying sideways from blasting curses that had missed their mark. There was only one option left. She'd have to follow Severus and retrieve her wand. Without another thought, she ran across the room to the hidden panel where Severus had disappeared earlier. She saw Bellatrix swoop down and materialize in front of her, blocking her from entering the passageway. Genevieve gasped and raised her arms instinctively to guard herself. Bellatrix sneered and started to scream, "AVADA..."

She was too late. Molly Weasley had been watching the scene and was faster and cast the Killing Curse first. Bellatrix Lestrange fell dead onto the floor, and Genevieve slipped away, grateful for such a woman as Molly Weasley.

She was freezing cold as she called out for Severus. Where was he? She had no light, no wand to direct her steps. She was freezing, groping blindly at the cold stone wall, down the stairs. Finally she hit the bottom and called out again, "Severus!" She saw a terrible flash of light and heard a disgusting chopping sound. She stood frozen. She did not want to know what was occurring beyond the corner.

A light was approaching and she saw a bloodied and weary Severus holding an even more bloody sword. She screamed and flung herself at him. "Are you hurt?" she cried as he gripped her arms and held her from him.

"No, I'm just a filthy, bloody mess. Nagini is no more," he panted. He was exhausted. He slipped off his bloody robe and threw it on the ground angrily. He hurriedly took off his frock coat and put it on her. "Your wand is in the pocket," he said. He looked at her, with her garish makeup and disheveled hair. She was naked except for now his frock coat that hung from her wrists, falling to her mid thigh, and bursting against the buttons across her chest. She could care less. She brandishing her wand, ready to join the fight. Her eyes were blazing in the light that illuminated from her wand.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing at the sword.

"Gryffindor's Sword," he replied with a touch of irony in his voice.

"How were you able to get it?" she asked incredulously.

"Tonks. A bloody Hufflepuff!" he exclaimed as he shook his head in disbelief.

He smirked and grabbed her hand. They reentered the room, and it was Dumbledore and Voldemort, circling and taunting each other. All the other Death Eaters and Aurors were still fighting amongst the slain Death Eaters, their bodies strewn everywhere. The Order members protectively surrounded Potter. Snape grabbed Genevieve and caught the eye of Lupin. A curt nod of the head was all Lupin needed. He shouted, "It's been done! Let him finish it!"

With that, Snape grabbed Genevieve and hid in the balcony as Dumbledore vanished into thin air. The Order members parted and Potter emerged, humbly and compliant. He did not try to resist as he offered himself to the monster. Voldemort sneered as he cast the fatal blow. It was a horrific sight. The horrible green light exploded against his chest, and the boy collapsed and lay there, seemingly dead.

The Aurors unleashed their final fury upon the remaining Death Eaters. No one was spared from the Killing Curse. From their safe hiding place, Genevieve watched her love deflect and cast spells, undetected and invisible towards the weaker members of the Order. He again saved Ginny from the Killing Curse and cast a Shield Charm around Harry's body, in case some ruthless animal decided to mutilate or damage his body before he had a chance to revive. Many times, Genevieve tried to dash out to join the fray, but Severus kept pushing her back and finally grabbed her by the hair and growled at her, "If you don't stay put I will place a full Body-Binding Hex on you. Now keep down. You've done enough!"

She kept down after that and watched as Potter stirred awake. By this time, the remaining Death Eaters were all dead, and now Voldemort was completely occupied in a fierce battle with the Aurors. It was an awesome sight as the room was blown apart before her eyes as curses like "Reducto" and "Confringo" were cast about. Just when it seemed the entire Manor was going to be blown to hell, Harry Potter arose and pointed his wand straight at Voldemort. The evil despot barely had time to turn and register the sight before him as Potter screamed the final curse that ended it all.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"