A Gift
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
2,211
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
decisions
I know it\'s short but I haven\'t had alot of time with all the stupid stuff going on here. Just when you think kids are needing already, one goes and gets a broken bone... It\'s like having a baby all over again. LOL Anyway, hope to try to post more by the end of the week! Thanks for all the great reviews so far! Keeps me writing!
His mind travels back to when he was younger, the first time he had seen her. He flips through the potionbook, looking for something to strengthen his Dark Lord. The sound of knocking irriates him and he yells \"Go Away!\"
A tall dark haired, blue eyed woman enters, her eyes narrowed in anger. \"You will not talk that way to your mother, Severus. I don\'t care who you run with!\"
He glares back, slamming the book closed. \"And why should I care what you have to say, Mother?\" He spits the last word out as if it is filth.\"
She tosses a parchment at him. \"Your father\'s last wishes have been met. Your betrothed is born.\"
\"Betrothed?\" He stares down at the parchment, realizing it\'s the copy of the contract his father had signed when he was just a chiild and the picture of the newborn who would be his wife. \"She\'s just a baby!\"
\"That\'s right.\" His mother hisses back. \"And you would do well to remember that. Even so, she is still to be your wife. Only death can recend this contract. When she turns 18, you will wed.\"
\"I cannot wed a child!\" He growls back.
\"You can and you will!\" His mother suddenly smiles acidly. \"Unless, of course, your Lord Voldemort kills you or worse.\" She turns her back on him, stalking back out the door.
He stares in horror at the moving image of the baby on his desk.
He closes his eyes, breathing deeply in the scent of leather. His mind slowly clears, his eyes opening to the site of the tackroom. He doesn\'t remember walking there or sitting down against the door. He stares at the rack across from him and the beautiful black and silver side saddle sitting on it. It had only been rode in for a total of 4 weeks, having been Sabine\'s saddle since she started arriving when she turned 13. He had hated her from day one, that was true but her death had not truly impacted his life til now. He slowly rises to his feet, reaching out gently stroke the silver lining the seat of the saddle.
His mind finally turns to Hermione and what will happen if they do not use this ruse so conveiently put before them. \'She will die and so will I.\' He thinks. He pulls the saddle from the rack, gathering what he will need to clean it.
His mind travels back to when he was younger, the first time he had seen her. He flips through the potionbook, looking for something to strengthen his Dark Lord. The sound of knocking irriates him and he yells \"Go Away!\"
A tall dark haired, blue eyed woman enters, her eyes narrowed in anger. \"You will not talk that way to your mother, Severus. I don\'t care who you run with!\"
He glares back, slamming the book closed. \"And why should I care what you have to say, Mother?\" He spits the last word out as if it is filth.\"
She tosses a parchment at him. \"Your father\'s last wishes have been met. Your betrothed is born.\"
\"Betrothed?\" He stares down at the parchment, realizing it\'s the copy of the contract his father had signed when he was just a chiild and the picture of the newborn who would be his wife. \"She\'s just a baby!\"
\"That\'s right.\" His mother hisses back. \"And you would do well to remember that. Even so, she is still to be your wife. Only death can recend this contract. When she turns 18, you will wed.\"
\"I cannot wed a child!\" He growls back.
\"You can and you will!\" His mother suddenly smiles acidly. \"Unless, of course, your Lord Voldemort kills you or worse.\" She turns her back on him, stalking back out the door.
He stares in horror at the moving image of the baby on his desk.
He closes his eyes, breathing deeply in the scent of leather. His mind slowly clears, his eyes opening to the site of the tackroom. He doesn\'t remember walking there or sitting down against the door. He stares at the rack across from him and the beautiful black and silver side saddle sitting on it. It had only been rode in for a total of 4 weeks, having been Sabine\'s saddle since she started arriving when she turned 13. He had hated her from day one, that was true but her death had not truly impacted his life til now. He slowly rises to his feet, reaching out gently stroke the silver lining the seat of the saddle.
His mind finally turns to Hermione and what will happen if they do not use this ruse so conveiently put before them. \'She will die and so will I.\' He thinks. He pulls the saddle from the rack, gathering what he will need to clean it.