Cupid Painted Blind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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12,915
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18
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Gain > Loss
Chapter 17: “To gain that which is worth having, it maybe necessary to lose everything else.” Bernadette Devlin
Thus some 30 minutes later the triumvirate stood at the foot of stone gargoyle that guarded the stairwell to Dumbledore’s office, one blood, one mind, one future, one life, one desire.
Harry looked robust and healthier than he had since before the ‘accident’. He and likewise Snape with the ‘vitamin supply’ coursing through their bodies felt the combined essence within and wondered how it could have ever been different; it felt so right, so natural.
How strange that in less than a week life had drifted in progressively bizarre leaps and bounds; more so that in barely two days they as one had powers to rival the four founders.
For Harry life went from out-cold to out-of-danger to out-of-the-dark and out-of-the-closet, now he stood on the threshold of his future. No longer a student he had discarded the uniform and dressed in wizard attire more suitable proudly declaring his acquired lineage, Mage and vampire.
Professor Snape had decked himself out similarly no more pretence; anyone with half a mind would recognise the embroidered insignias of office, Potions Master, Youngest Ever Accomplished Master, Hogwarts with Honours, Mage, Dark Arts with Honours Durmstrang Institute.
Victor stood proudly between them golden hair caught at the nape it fell past his shoulders, even sombrely dressed in comparison to his partners there was no mistaking his innate power.
Long black velvet dress-tails with golden embroidered cuffs, collar and edges, teamed with a comparatively plain cream shirt, vest and trousers tucked into knee high black boots he looked impeccable, the dress attire of a late 19th century Baron.
As one they glared at the gargoyle who sensing that Shakespeare was right and that ‘discretion was the better part of valour’ hopped aside permitting them entry.
The stairs revolved, the handsome trio felt the atmosphere tense with venom pour down to meet them. This would certainly be interesting. With such heightened senses it would be a challenge to simply not flinch under fire.
*The man is cagey and dishonest enough to be a closet Slytherin so give him no rope lest he uses it to hang us, this will not be pretty*
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The door to Dumbledore’s office crept open. Barely had the three men entered when the door closed firmly behind them. “Ah Good, Good, lovely you could all make it, please come closer” Dumbledore twinkled, three seats trotted up as they approached “Please do take a seat”
Before long the entire wizarding world would know Harry was a vampire, there were already whispers; they had heard them in the walls of Hogwarts. Alone it would make Harry a more tempting morsel for Voldie-bloody-Mort, but if anyone ever got wind of the triumvirate Hell would look positively inviting in comparison.
“Harry” Hermione launched from where she was sitting, previously hidden from view. Throwing her arms around him she flew into a diatribe that flowed over him “So worried… Dumbledore… potions ingredients… two days…”
Momentarily Dumbledore was taken aback as he absorbed the information etched on the robes before him. “No uniform Harry?” *well that was going to make chastising Snape a little difficult, how Slytherin of them.*
Hermione went from beaming and happy to shocked and inconsolable in the space of a heartbeat. “Harry?” With one look she admonished him “You can’t leave school yet, there are O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s and” she articulated everything accompanied with a liberal waving of arms “and you have to stay here, what about you-know-who”
“For pity’s sake girl it’s Voldemort or the Dark Lord” Snape Spat. Hermione and Ron balked at the name more than the tone of voice.
“Yes, well, right now a cup of tea might be a very nice place to start” twinkled Dumbledore annoyingly “Lemon Sherbet anyone” he proffered the bowl around.
Back behind the desk Dumbledore gazed down on the gathering before him and smiled over his cup of tea. One judicious sniff told Snape all he needed to know, it was spiked as expected. Harry scowled and placed his cup on the floor beside his chair.
*Sly fox bringing my friends in on this but two can play that game.* *I agree.* *Indeed.* Concurred two dulcet tones *Severus, beloved I believe this is your cue. Cupido watch the Master at work*
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Inside of *...* are thoughts
Thus some 30 minutes later the triumvirate stood at the foot of stone gargoyle that guarded the stairwell to Dumbledore’s office, one blood, one mind, one future, one life, one desire.
Harry looked robust and healthier than he had since before the ‘accident’. He and likewise Snape with the ‘vitamin supply’ coursing through their bodies felt the combined essence within and wondered how it could have ever been different; it felt so right, so natural.
How strange that in less than a week life had drifted in progressively bizarre leaps and bounds; more so that in barely two days they as one had powers to rival the four founders.
For Harry life went from out-cold to out-of-danger to out-of-the-dark and out-of-the-closet, now he stood on the threshold of his future. No longer a student he had discarded the uniform and dressed in wizard attire more suitable proudly declaring his acquired lineage, Mage and vampire.
Professor Snape had decked himself out similarly no more pretence; anyone with half a mind would recognise the embroidered insignias of office, Potions Master, Youngest Ever Accomplished Master, Hogwarts with Honours, Mage, Dark Arts with Honours Durmstrang Institute.
Victor stood proudly between them golden hair caught at the nape it fell past his shoulders, even sombrely dressed in comparison to his partners there was no mistaking his innate power.
Long black velvet dress-tails with golden embroidered cuffs, collar and edges, teamed with a comparatively plain cream shirt, vest and trousers tucked into knee high black boots he looked impeccable, the dress attire of a late 19th century Baron.
As one they glared at the gargoyle who sensing that Shakespeare was right and that ‘discretion was the better part of valour’ hopped aside permitting them entry.
The stairs revolved, the handsome trio felt the atmosphere tense with venom pour down to meet them. This would certainly be interesting. With such heightened senses it would be a challenge to simply not flinch under fire.
*The man is cagey and dishonest enough to be a closet Slytherin so give him no rope lest he uses it to hang us, this will not be pretty*
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
The door to Dumbledore’s office crept open. Barely had the three men entered when the door closed firmly behind them. “Ah Good, Good, lovely you could all make it, please come closer” Dumbledore twinkled, three seats trotted up as they approached “Please do take a seat”
Before long the entire wizarding world would know Harry was a vampire, there were already whispers; they had heard them in the walls of Hogwarts. Alone it would make Harry a more tempting morsel for Voldie-bloody-Mort, but if anyone ever got wind of the triumvirate Hell would look positively inviting in comparison.
“Harry” Hermione launched from where she was sitting, previously hidden from view. Throwing her arms around him she flew into a diatribe that flowed over him “So worried… Dumbledore… potions ingredients… two days…”
Momentarily Dumbledore was taken aback as he absorbed the information etched on the robes before him. “No uniform Harry?” *well that was going to make chastising Snape a little difficult, how Slytherin of them.*
Hermione went from beaming and happy to shocked and inconsolable in the space of a heartbeat. “Harry?” With one look she admonished him “You can’t leave school yet, there are O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s and” she articulated everything accompanied with a liberal waving of arms “and you have to stay here, what about you-know-who”
“For pity’s sake girl it’s Voldemort or the Dark Lord” Snape Spat. Hermione and Ron balked at the name more than the tone of voice.
“Yes, well, right now a cup of tea might be a very nice place to start” twinkled Dumbledore annoyingly “Lemon Sherbet anyone” he proffered the bowl around.
Back behind the desk Dumbledore gazed down on the gathering before him and smiled over his cup of tea. One judicious sniff told Snape all he needed to know, it was spiked as expected. Harry scowled and placed his cup on the floor beside his chair.
*Sly fox bringing my friends in on this but two can play that game.* *I agree.* *Indeed.* Concurred two dulcet tones *Severus, beloved I believe this is your cue. Cupido watch the Master at work*
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Inside of *...* are thoughts