I Just Love To Hex You

I Just Love to Hex You
Chapter 11
by Taran Swann


Harry was laughing, as he had been for the last half hour. He couldn’t help it. He tried to suppress it, to choke it down, but just when he thought he had it under control, Pettigrew would say it again.

Peter Pettigrew had found Harry in the woods where he had passed out. He had bound Harry magically as well as physically, using scraps from his torn robe to tie Harry to a tree.

Harry had awoken to the feel of a hand running down his chest. His first thought was of Severus, but quickly izedized it wasn’t him. He had looked up into the beady little eyes of Pettigrew. He spit into the man’s face, causing him to back away in fear, momentarily.

Pettigrew had hissed at him, then began telling Harry all about his Master’s grand plan of seducing Harry and bing ing him over to His side, all the while, waving the stump where he had lost his hand for the second time. That’s what had started Harry laughing in the first place. Harry chuckled harder when Pettigrew suggested doing it in his Master’s stead.

Harry blinked when the first Amens Aestuo Amorous hit him, then started to snicker as he felt that Pettigrew had no real power, even the magical bonds holding him were loosening. The more Harry began to laugh, the harder Pettigrew tried the Amens Aestuo Amorous hex.

Harry used Pettigrew’s frustration to keep the man occu whi while he diligently worked the bonds around his wrist. Pettigrew began throwing a temper tantrum as Harry felt the robe ties fall away from his wrists. When Pettigrew turned his back on Harry and screamed up at the moon, Harry patted the front of his robe and found his wand still there. Before Pettigrew could turn around again, Harry dropped him with Stupify and body bound him.

Knowing how weak his own magic must be, Harry tied Pettigrew with the same scraps of robe that had held him. He looked around the small clearing he found himself in, but didn’t recognise anything. He decided it was best to just wait out the night and try to make his way back to Hogwarts in the morning.

As Harry settled back against a tree stump, he thought of Severus and fervently hoped the man was alright. By the time he had reached him, Severus had already sustained several Crucio curses. Harry had no idea what kind of shape he was in. All he could do was wait ‘til mornin
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While Harry had been waiting for sunrise, Severus had been whisked away from the Headmaster’s office to the infirmary. By the time Pomfrey had reached him, Severus was coughing up copious amounts of blood and thrashing about as though in a grand-maul seizure. She had had to bind him to the bed to keep him from hurting himself further.

Just as the sun rose, his breathing had evened out, and his shaking had stopped. He had made it through the night. Poppy breathed a sigh of relief.

As the sun shone in on the sleeping Severus, Poppy was quick to pull the curtains over the offending window as there was no doubt that if Severus woke he would not be happy. Especially, if he found out that Harry had spent the entire night out there alone. Minerva had gone to the site as soon as she could leave the school and Dumbledore had not been able to find him when he got back from the ministry. No-one could find Harry and Poppy was wonde if if she would be able to keep Severus from leaving or doing something stupid when he found out.

She started to turn away when she heard Severus mumble something in his sleep. She hoped he wasn’t waking up already. She leaned over to hear was Severus was saying and gasped in shock. Poppy straightened up and stared down at her patient, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

Poppy smoothed the sweat soaked hair off Severus’ forehead and gave him a light kiss. She then squeezed his hand and whispered, “I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” before turning and leaving the room.

~tbc~