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Poisoned Dragon's Liver
-- The next chapter as promised.
-- Award to whoever tells me what film I've referenced in this chapetr's title
Chapter the Thirteenth – Poisoned Dragon’s Liver
It had surprised Harry how long Snape had managed to keep the Bonding request a secret.
It wasn’t until nearly three months later that Harry saw the flashing headline of the Daily Prophet:
Harry Potter to Commit to Severus Snape!
And underneath:
Harry Potter, the Saviour of our world has taken the incredible step of agreeing to Bond with his ex teacher at Hogwarts, Severus Snape. Snape has long been cleared of involvement in He Who Has Been Defeated’s plans, but there are some who continue to question how far he was acting under Albus Dumbledore’s orders, and how much he did because he wished to. With the death of the Hogwarts’ Headmaster, this cannot be satisfactorily clarified. Obviously our Saviour is happy with Snape’s history.
Of course, there are those who have said that Potter has been Confunded, or is bewitched with a love potion – after all, a Potions Master would know exactly how to go about brewing the most effective love potion – but here at the Prophet we have heard rumours that Potter has a child with Snape, and that the younger man is expecting another baby.
The Ministry of Magic yesterday refused to comment on the truth of these rumours, and merely repeated that Snape had requested, and been granted, expediency, so that the ceremony will be performed within the next fourteen days. The MoM refused to elaborate which day had been selected.
“Great.” Harry muttered sarcastically.
As usual, his stomach ached, and he felt a bit sore. Sex with Lucius wasn’t an easy option, and now he was afraid.
If he injures me that much when he likes me, what’s he going to do when he hears about me and Snape?
Gritting his teeth against the pull from protesting muscles, Harry scrambled from the bed and began packing. As he filled each bag he charmed the fire, yelled “Snape’s quarters at Hogwarts” and flung the item through.
After only thirty minutes, he had safely transported his items, and a good number of Croft’s. Now he only had to gather up the last few things and prepare Croft for the journey.
“Going somewhere, Potter?” a snide voice purred.
Shit!
“Lucius. I’m surprised to see you back here. You said you were going shopping. Were the stores that disappointing?” Harry struggled to keep a normal tone.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Malfoy snapped, “I saw the Prophet whilst breakfasting at The Grande Dame, I wonder when you planned to mention your arrangement with Snape to me.”
“Never,” the other admitted. Bravely he began, “I’m sorry about the way I went behind your back, but Severus and I are agreed. It was a mistake to agree to Commit to you, we are just too different, and I’ve agreed conditions with him to ensure mine and the children’s protection.”
“You used “agree” three times in that speech.” Lucius snapped. He always got irritated at Harry’s limited vocabulary, and had spent much of his time trying to convince the boy to develop and use more interesting words.
“So,” Lucius began, his grey eyes threatening, “you have gone scurrying back to the teacher. I should have known you wouldn’t meet my expectations. However, you and I had a prior agreement and I intend to ensure you stick to it. That child in your body is mine and it will be raised properly as a Malfoy, with both its parents. Snape can have you when I’m through.”
Harry felt his face pale at the cruel words. Lucius did only plan to use me. How can I escape? I can’t floo yet, Croft is in the other room, and Severus doesn’t even know Lucius is here. Help!
***
“Bloody first years!” Snape growled as he opened the door to his quarters. Carrying the tray of vials that had been damaged by a badly aimed freezing charm, he didn’t see the pile of luggage spilling from his fire.
“What the fuck?!” He cried as he tumbled over Croft’s spare cot. Picking himself up he surveyed the items.
I should have gone to sort Harry out. He thought. Not continue with my lessons. But I did think he would have been able to escape without Lucius stopping him. Still, he surveyed the room, he’s doing a pretty thorough job, he’ll be through with Mycroft any minute now.
Trying not to watch the fire, Snape carried the potion tubes into his work area and set them down. Casually he glanced at what had been destroyed.
“Bloody first years!” He snarled.
Quickly he set about repairing the glasses then moved over to his store cupboard for the necessary ingredients. He searched for the poisoned dragon’s liver but couldn’t find it. Irritated, he left his rooms, warded them and returned to his classroom, and to the large store room. He strode back holding the large stoppered bottle and once settled at his work table, set a cauldron over the flames, adding purified water and crushed parsley. He then began thinly slicing the liver, ready for soaking in the water mixture. Satisfied at last with the liver, he carefully dropped each piece into the cauldron, checking that it dropped straight to the bottom. (A piece that floated was no good).
He straightened his back, easing out the kinks.
“I’m getting too old for all this.” He muttered. Thinking about his age soon led to thinking about his rather young partner. He swung about and eyed the fire. Still no Harry.
“What on earth is taking him so long?” He asked of the room. “Surely finding the last few items can’t take this long?”
He clicked his fingers.
“Master Snape, sir,” said a tiny house elf, like all of the Hogwarts elves, it wore a clean linen pillowcase embossed with the school crest.
“Toffy,” Snape began, “do you know what time these things were delivered to my room?”
Toffy nodded, her huge ears flapping comically. “I does, sir. The wards told us elves that deliveries were being made to your room, sir, this morning. They stopped at 11.32 sir.” Toffy saw Snape’s face and added, sounding worried, “I hopes that is all right, sir.”
“What? Oh, yes, thank you Toffy.”
The elf disapperated with a small pop, leaving Severus staring into the flames.
“Shit.”
***
“Draco? Draco! Get out of bed you nymphomaniac, I need to speak to you urgently.”
Snape was on his knees, his head stuck through the flames, trying to talk to the younger Malfoy. Why on earth did wizards invent this way of communicating? It’s bloody uncomfortable.
Draco soon appeared in the room, looking rumpled and exactly as if he’d been disturbed having sex.
“Severus! How delightful to see you!”
Snape raised an eyebrow and Draco amended, “No, actually it’s rather inconvenient.
However, I assume this is important?”
“It’s Harry. I think your dear father has him trapped at the manor, and you know that the fires or wards there can only be activated by a Malfoy.”
Draco nodded. “So you want me to do that so you can go in and save your boy toy?” He saw the snarl on Snape’s face and backed away, arms raised defensively. “All right, all right,” he muttered.
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Do your robe up.”
-- Sev to the rescue! SP
-- Award to whoever tells me what film I've referenced in this chapetr's title
Chapter the Thirteenth – Poisoned Dragon’s Liver
It had surprised Harry how long Snape had managed to keep the Bonding request a secret.
It wasn’t until nearly three months later that Harry saw the flashing headline of the Daily Prophet:
Harry Potter to Commit to Severus Snape!
And underneath:
Harry Potter, the Saviour of our world has taken the incredible step of agreeing to Bond with his ex teacher at Hogwarts, Severus Snape. Snape has long been cleared of involvement in He Who Has Been Defeated’s plans, but there are some who continue to question how far he was acting under Albus Dumbledore’s orders, and how much he did because he wished to. With the death of the Hogwarts’ Headmaster, this cannot be satisfactorily clarified. Obviously our Saviour is happy with Snape’s history.
Of course, there are those who have said that Potter has been Confunded, or is bewitched with a love potion – after all, a Potions Master would know exactly how to go about brewing the most effective love potion – but here at the Prophet we have heard rumours that Potter has a child with Snape, and that the younger man is expecting another baby.
The Ministry of Magic yesterday refused to comment on the truth of these rumours, and merely repeated that Snape had requested, and been granted, expediency, so that the ceremony will be performed within the next fourteen days. The MoM refused to elaborate which day had been selected.
“Great.” Harry muttered sarcastically.
As usual, his stomach ached, and he felt a bit sore. Sex with Lucius wasn’t an easy option, and now he was afraid.
If he injures me that much when he likes me, what’s he going to do when he hears about me and Snape?
Gritting his teeth against the pull from protesting muscles, Harry scrambled from the bed and began packing. As he filled each bag he charmed the fire, yelled “Snape’s quarters at Hogwarts” and flung the item through.
After only thirty minutes, he had safely transported his items, and a good number of Croft’s. Now he only had to gather up the last few things and prepare Croft for the journey.
“Going somewhere, Potter?” a snide voice purred.
Shit!
“Lucius. I’m surprised to see you back here. You said you were going shopping. Were the stores that disappointing?” Harry struggled to keep a normal tone.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Malfoy snapped, “I saw the Prophet whilst breakfasting at The Grande Dame, I wonder when you planned to mention your arrangement with Snape to me.”
“Never,” the other admitted. Bravely he began, “I’m sorry about the way I went behind your back, but Severus and I are agreed. It was a mistake to agree to Commit to you, we are just too different, and I’ve agreed conditions with him to ensure mine and the children’s protection.”
“You used “agree” three times in that speech.” Lucius snapped. He always got irritated at Harry’s limited vocabulary, and had spent much of his time trying to convince the boy to develop and use more interesting words.
“So,” Lucius began, his grey eyes threatening, “you have gone scurrying back to the teacher. I should have known you wouldn’t meet my expectations. However, you and I had a prior agreement and I intend to ensure you stick to it. That child in your body is mine and it will be raised properly as a Malfoy, with both its parents. Snape can have you when I’m through.”
Harry felt his face pale at the cruel words. Lucius did only plan to use me. How can I escape? I can’t floo yet, Croft is in the other room, and Severus doesn’t even know Lucius is here. Help!
***
“Bloody first years!” Snape growled as he opened the door to his quarters. Carrying the tray of vials that had been damaged by a badly aimed freezing charm, he didn’t see the pile of luggage spilling from his fire.
“What the fuck?!” He cried as he tumbled over Croft’s spare cot. Picking himself up he surveyed the items.
I should have gone to sort Harry out. He thought. Not continue with my lessons. But I did think he would have been able to escape without Lucius stopping him. Still, he surveyed the room, he’s doing a pretty thorough job, he’ll be through with Mycroft any minute now.
Trying not to watch the fire, Snape carried the potion tubes into his work area and set them down. Casually he glanced at what had been destroyed.
“Bloody first years!” He snarled.
Quickly he set about repairing the glasses then moved over to his store cupboard for the necessary ingredients. He searched for the poisoned dragon’s liver but couldn’t find it. Irritated, he left his rooms, warded them and returned to his classroom, and to the large store room. He strode back holding the large stoppered bottle and once settled at his work table, set a cauldron over the flames, adding purified water and crushed parsley. He then began thinly slicing the liver, ready for soaking in the water mixture. Satisfied at last with the liver, he carefully dropped each piece into the cauldron, checking that it dropped straight to the bottom. (A piece that floated was no good).
He straightened his back, easing out the kinks.
“I’m getting too old for all this.” He muttered. Thinking about his age soon led to thinking about his rather young partner. He swung about and eyed the fire. Still no Harry.
“What on earth is taking him so long?” He asked of the room. “Surely finding the last few items can’t take this long?”
He clicked his fingers.
“Master Snape, sir,” said a tiny house elf, like all of the Hogwarts elves, it wore a clean linen pillowcase embossed with the school crest.
“Toffy,” Snape began, “do you know what time these things were delivered to my room?”
Toffy nodded, her huge ears flapping comically. “I does, sir. The wards told us elves that deliveries were being made to your room, sir, this morning. They stopped at 11.32 sir.” Toffy saw Snape’s face and added, sounding worried, “I hopes that is all right, sir.”
“What? Oh, yes, thank you Toffy.”
The elf disapperated with a small pop, leaving Severus staring into the flames.
“Shit.”
***
“Draco? Draco! Get out of bed you nymphomaniac, I need to speak to you urgently.”
Snape was on his knees, his head stuck through the flames, trying to talk to the younger Malfoy. Why on earth did wizards invent this way of communicating? It’s bloody uncomfortable.
Draco soon appeared in the room, looking rumpled and exactly as if he’d been disturbed having sex.
“Severus! How delightful to see you!”
Snape raised an eyebrow and Draco amended, “No, actually it’s rather inconvenient.
However, I assume this is important?”
“It’s Harry. I think your dear father has him trapped at the manor, and you know that the fires or wards there can only be activated by a Malfoy.”
Draco nodded. “So you want me to do that so you can go in and save your boy toy?” He saw the snarl on Snape’s face and backed away, arms raised defensively. “All right, all right,” he muttered.
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Do your robe up.”
-- Sev to the rescue! SP