Careful What You Wish For

Careful What You Wish For
By Coco Bebo aka EternusCaries


Chapter Fourteen

The night before classes began Severus Snape was usually going over the lesson plans he had made for the year, reviewing the books he assigned, and making his usual potions. But not this year, this year he was sitting across the table from a still very angry Narcissa Malfoy (except it wasn't Malfoy anymore, it was Black) trying to make conversation.


“What do you want Severus? If you think you can get me to go back to Lucius than you are crazy! He was ready to throw my son, your godson's life away!”


Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before he started, “Narcissa, I can understand why you are upset and I can assure you that I am not going to even entertain the idea of asking you to go back to Lucius. What I am about to tell you is important and secret, I will not continue until you have gotten your temper tantrum out of your system.”


Narcissa's eyes widened in rage and as she started to get up she seemed to think better of it (or maybe it was the look of intensity on Severus' face) and sat back down, “fine, tell me.”


Severus nodded once before taking a drink of his brandy and continuing, “I have been a spy for the Order of Phoenix since the night Lily and James Potter died. I have been working with Albus and relaying information to him. I had already planned on how I could help Draco if he were to become a Death Eater but I was greatly relieved when I found out he decided not to.”


Narcissa opened her mouth and then closed it. She felt a familiar flare of rage on Lucius' behalf, to think that their most trusted friend had been a spy all this time? But then she had to remember that she despised what Lucius had become and wanted nothing more than to see the Dark Lord fall again so maybe one day her husband could go back to normal. Shaking her head she pursed her lips together, there was an undeniable relief that Severus Snape wasn't the same as her husband and that he hadn't been for quite some time.


“That...this comes as quite the surprise Severus...you had always seemed so sincere to the Dark Lord and you've given some valuable information over the years.”


Severus nodded as he poured Narcissa another glass of wine he had in the back for company, “I am good at what I do or Albus would refuse to let me go back. The information I tell the Dark Lord is sometimes true but Albus always knows what I am going to release, mostly though it is all orchestrated to sound real and make another member of the Death Eaters look bad.”


Narcissa sipped her drink before putting it down and pushing it away, “I'm not sure what to say Severus...I'm shocked. Don't think that I'm not relieved because I am, with you here and being on our side then I can sleep a little easier knowing that Draco is in the Slytherin common room at night...but there is just a small part of me. The old part of me I guess that would do anything to make sure Lucius was alright as well that is just livid with anger.”


“That is to be expected Narcissa, a couple of weeks or even years of anger and mistrust does not erase the many years of good memories and love. Please know that I never set out to hurt you or your family. I just wanted to make things right after what I did that night...”


Narcissa nodded and stood up, “of course Severus. I understand and I'm sure you are right, I did love Lucius with everything in me but he's just...he doesn't even remember what he started fighting for. He wanted a better world for Draco and now he could care less if Draco was alive.”


Standing up as well Severus waved his wand, sending the glasses and drinks away. “I know and it is truly disturbing to see him fall so deeply in this obsession. I wish I could say that he would be alright in the end but truthfully he will probably be dead or in Azkaban, you can be thankful though for the fact that you and your son will not have to have the same fate.”


Narcissa grabbed Severus' hand for a minute, squeezing softly before turning around, “thank you for entrusting this to me Severus. I of course will not breathe a word about it to anyone else, but now if you'll excuse me we both have a busy day tomorrow and I want to make sure Draco is alright.”


Severus returned the gentle squeeze before letting her hand drop. “Tell him that if he needs anything that he is welcome to come to my rooms anytime he wants.”


With a small smile Narcissa walked out leaving Severus alone to think about the many things that could go wrong during this year.


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Draco watched as Harry finished packing up all of his things, Draco being more prepared had packed his things up the night before and had to rub it in Harry's face just a little. But Harry seemed different, he was snappy and irritable and sure Draco was use to it, but not from the Harry he had gotten to know.


“What's wrong Harry? If you want me to help you pack all you have to do is ask.”


“Draco! For the last time nothing is bothering me!”


There was a few seconds of tension in the room before Harry sighed loudly and threw his last piece of clothing in his trunk. He turned around and studied Draco for a few moments before smiling softly.


“Look, I know I've been a prat all morning. But...I just don't want to lose what we've made here...honestly Draco I'm scared that once school starts we won't talk anymore.”


“That is the biggest load of nonsense I've heard all summer Harry. What would keep us apart? I'm certainly not going to have anymore friends in Slytherin and I can't imagine you letting Hermione or Weasel tell you what to do.”


Harry laughed and threw a pillow at Draco, “Of course I won't let them tell me what to do, but you should probably at least call Ron by his proper last name, you know just to make things go a little smoother. It's just...I mean I know that you aren't going to be the Slytherin of the year...I just....look let's promise to stay friends alright?”


Draco rolled his eyes and he threw the pillow back, “should we pinky promise or what?”


Harry stuck his tongue out at him before walking over and sitting down on the edge of Draco's bed, “you know what I mean. I've really enjoyed getting to know you and I don't want it to just go away because school starts.”


Draco scoffed and sat up, refusing to acknowledge what being so close to Harry did to him, “same here Potty, you are certainly a much better friend than any of the Slytherins I hung out with. I forgot there was more in a conversation than just “yes Draco” “of course Draco” “anything else Draco?” Talking to you is actually...enlightening sometimes.”


Harry turned around and froze when he realized how close him and Draco were, he could tell by the light blush that lit up Draco's features that he hadn't quite realized how close they were either and I took every brain cell Harry had left upstairs to back away and put on a smile.


“Good, we'll have to meet up after the sorting tomorrow so we can make some plans. Hey! Now that you don't hate me you can tutor me in potions! That would be brilliant!” Harry knew he was rambling slightly and that his voice was at least an octave higher, but it was helping his 'problem' go down quickly.


Draco nodded and turned his attention to the wall above Harry as he himself tried to ignore the fact that he not only saw Harry's problem but had the same problem himself, “I suppose I can try to teach you a thing or two, but honestly if Severus can't help you no one can, he is after all a potion's master.”


Harry made a dismissive gesture with his hand and went back over to his trunk, shutting it and locking it securely, “yea but Snape hates me and has since day 1. Don't you remember all of that “boy who lived” crap that he continuously throws around. Believe me he isn't just doing that for show so people will believe he's with Voldemort, he does that because he can't stand me.”


Draco frowned for a moment before shaking his head, “something tells me there is more to it than that but I can't say I don't remember all the times he made your life miserable in potions.”


“And don't forget all the detentions.” Harry murmured.


Draco laughed softly and nodded, “yea and all the detentions.”


Harry sat back down but this time on his own bed, “tomorrow is going to be a long day...you ready for it?”


Draco shrugged as he lay back fully on his bed, “ready or not it's coming.”

END OF CHAPTER