A Twisted Web We Weave
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
45
Views:
27,601
Reviews:
119
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Ruthless
CHAPTER 19
Snape stood imposingly in the doorway of the seedy little bar. The stench of festering wounds, stale alcohol, cigarettes and unwashed muggles made him heave with disgust. With his most piercing gaze he stared around at the occupants, watching carefully as each of them sized him up before thinking better of it as they caught sight of the thin wooden shaft just pocking out from the pocket in the side of his cloak. When he was sure his presence had been noted Snape strode confidently over to the bar where a witch was crudely wiping glasses with the edge of her dirty apron. The lack of hygiene warned Snape off ordering a glass of fire whisky, which at this point he could have used. After serving another patron at the other end of the bar the witch sauntered down to where Snape was stood at the bar, purposefully avoiding putting his hands on the bar that looked just as filthy as the floor.
“What can I do you for?” She drawled as she snorted a little and wiped her nose on the sleeve of her blouse. Snape forced down the urge to sneer as the woman put her hand on her hip, and puffed her chest out exposing the ample bosom and the lack of undergarments. Snape pointedly ignored the display and instead kept his dark gaze on the woman’s face.
“There was a man in here several months ago. He attacked a police officer. I want to know what he did while he was here.” Snape watched as the woman smiled at him, her nasty crooked teeth just showing beneath her lips.
“I ain’t seen or heard nothin’ around this place.” The witch turned to go serve another patron but Snape quickly reached into his pocket and drew out the small coin pouch, dropping it audibly onto the filthy bar. The witch paused mid stride and Snape allowed himself a small smile as he watched the beady eyes of the woman focus on the bulging pouch. To Snape the money was but spare change but to a woman, most likely deriving her sole income from bar keeping and the odd patron the pouch was priceless. Turning back around the woman walked back over to Snape, her grubby hand reaching out to take the money pouch. Snape was quicker though and slammed his hand down hard over hers before she could touch the pouch.
“Tell me.” Snape growled low watching as the woman cautiously flickered her glance around the bar before lowering her voice.
“I’ve seen ‘im in here before. Does is his business here I think, meets dark strangers.” The woman paused as she freed one of her hands from Snape’s grasp to point at a cubical in the far corner of the bar. “Sit’s there and waits for them, smoking. He met a stranger the night he snuffed the copper. Don’t know what they were talking ‘bout, none of my business so long as they pay before they leave. I saw them exchange one of these between ‘em, before the pigs turned up.” The woman slid her finger under Snape’s palm and stroked the leather of the money pouch, almost dying to get her hands on the gold coins within.
“If he comes in here often there must be talk about him? Anything else?” Snape whispered clamping his hand down harder on the money pouch as the woman attempted to slide the pouch from beneath his hand.
“Not really, that lot tends to keep outa’ his way. We keeps to ourselves in this place less we end up sleeping with the fishes.” The woman looked knowingly at Snape who nodded politely in understanding, but still waiting for the information he knew the witch was holding back from him. Of all his years as a professor he knew when someone as trying to keep something him. “Talk is that he’s a hunter. A couple of times we’ve seen ‘im in here with boys. Pretty boys, with collars of silver if you understand me.” Again Snape knew she was holding back and tightened his grip on the pouch, making as if to leave and take the money with him. “He’s got an account at the Anarchy Appocathary in the high street, I’ve seen ‘im with those lavender wrapped packages that the keeper gives away.” Bingo. Snape smiled triumphantly and removed his hand from the money pouch, watching as the woman scurried it quickly away into the folds of her breasts for safekeeping.
“Thank-you.” Snape whispered as he moved swiftly away from the bar. It was still raining outside and Snape pulled up the hood of his cloak as he stepped out onto the deserted street. After a week of searching he was finally getting closer to the person he sought. Noticing the sign for the Apocathary across the street Snape strode hastily over to it. The sign in the shop window read ‘closed’ but Snape paid it no heed as he flicked his wand at the lock on the door before stepping confidently inside. The bell on the door clanked heavily and Snape listened as he heard a voice calling out from the back.
“We’re closed! Go away!” Snape smiled and rounded the counter, carefully pushing his way through the beaded curtain covering the door into the back of the shop. The instant Snape saw the lab he knew he’d hit a gold mine and hardly flinched as he aimed his wand squarely at the old man who was hunched over a bubbling cauldron. “I said…” The old man turned around but as his eyes fell on Snape’s wand the man fell still and silent.
“What do you want?” The old man snapped as Snape glanced around the room, noting with slight amusement the array black market potions lining the shelves around the room. The sight was not uncommon. Many appocatharies doubled as illegal potions labs. With an unending supply of ingredients and with the cover of a legitimate business the labs thrived among the darker communities.
“I want some information.” Snape muttered as he glanced into the bubbling cauldron the old man turned back to, to continue stirring. The potion had to be acid in base and most likely a poison judging from its colour and extremely fragrant odor.
“I talk to no one.” The old man snapped sharply as he added a few pinches of herb. Snape knew the herbs were used to camouflage the taste of the poison and smiled at how wasted this man’s talents were making illegal potions for dark wizards.
“You have a regular customer here, carries a wand of red cedar, and goes by the name of Julius.” Snape continued ignoring the old man’s protests.
“I said I don’t talk to…………..” Snape was quick instantly grabbing hold of the man’s head and pushing it into the cauldron so that the old man’s face was just inches away from the bubbling, boiling liquid. The old man was clearly scared and tried to trash about to break free but Snape was stronger and having tilted the man’s face slightly drew up the sleeve of his robe revealing the dark mark branding into his forearm for the old man to see.
“Now I’ll ask again, you have a regular customer here who carries a wand of red cedar and goes by the name of Julius.” The old man’s eyes were now clearly staring at the dark mark, completely ignoring the fact his face was just inches away from the poison.
“Yes, yes I remember now…” The old man stuttered quickly as Snape loosened his hold on the man’s head. “He is my biggest customer. I make a monthly supply of ‘constantine’ potion in return for rarer ingredients.” At the mention of the potion Snape’s mind began to work overtime. The constantine potion was rare and difficult to make. It was an ancient potion designed by purebloods to ensure the loyalty of their servants. However it was adapted later by dark wizards to ensnare and humiliate their enemies, and to secure marriages between wizarding families. To require the potion each month would suggest that Julius had a small army of servants loyal to him, with only a few drops necessary each day for the potion to work and have devastating affects. With this new knowledge Severus’ concern for Harry doubled and he tightened his hold on the man’s head, again pushing it closer to the bubbling mixture in the cauldron.
“Where is he? An address, a trace, the packaging he sends your rare ingredients in. Tell me!” Angry now Severus pushed the man’s face closer so that as the bubbles of the mixture burst they sprayed the man’s face with potion. The man began screaming and thrashing about as the mixture burnt his skin but Snape ignored it. Years of being in Voldemort service had taught him self-control and he was unmoved by any expressions of pain for those he tortured. While their screams would be forever imprinted in his mind their pain was nothing to him. “No, nothing but tomorrow he will come….tomorrow.” Snape watched the man desperately point to a wooden box on the bench, several vials of the blue constantine potion neatly packed within. Snape smiled at the box the man now screaming as the potion ate away at his face. Snape sneered at the struggling figure and then at the dirty, filthy lab around him. The man currently under his thumb was a waste of space, and was giving professional potion masters a bad name. This man was also making a potion that was likely being used against Potter.
His Potter.
His Harry.
With an angry snarl Snape plunged the man’s head entirely into the potion watching devoid of emotion as the man continued struggling in useless silence for a few moments before finally he fell limp, the life slipping from his body. With the man dead Snape stepped away, leaving the man’s body hanging from the side of the cauldron. With a casual wipe of his hands on his cloak Snape grabbed the wooden box of constantine potion and swept out into the front of the shop to wait.
“Let him come to me.” Snape whispered beneath his breath as he flicked his wand at himself changing him into the image of the dead man, before propping himself up on the seat behind the counter to await his brothers imminent arrival. It had taken him a week to trace his brother to the pub in Wales and now he was so close he could just smell his brother’s defeat.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Well that\'s the update for today, sorry it\'s been a few days I\'ve had to actually work..shock horror. Anyway hope you\'re getting settled in with this little tale, I can just smell the tension.... Hope you\'re not too disappointed in seeing a slightly different Snape in this story, I believe I like him best when he\'s ruthless and emotionally barron, he makes for an interesting pairing with my helpless Harry. For those wondering, please remember \'Angry Snape = Angry Sex\' it might not make sence quite yet but it will as we go along, I just had to add that in, after I read someone\'s review about motive. Oh and I do know how this story ends...*evil laugh* and you don\'t so keep reading... Oh and Draco\'s not down and out yet people, he\'s just resting for the sex later....
Thanks for reading and taking the time to review, have I mentioned I love you guys???
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
Snape stood imposingly in the doorway of the seedy little bar. The stench of festering wounds, stale alcohol, cigarettes and unwashed muggles made him heave with disgust. With his most piercing gaze he stared around at the occupants, watching carefully as each of them sized him up before thinking better of it as they caught sight of the thin wooden shaft just pocking out from the pocket in the side of his cloak. When he was sure his presence had been noted Snape strode confidently over to the bar where a witch was crudely wiping glasses with the edge of her dirty apron. The lack of hygiene warned Snape off ordering a glass of fire whisky, which at this point he could have used. After serving another patron at the other end of the bar the witch sauntered down to where Snape was stood at the bar, purposefully avoiding putting his hands on the bar that looked just as filthy as the floor.
“What can I do you for?” She drawled as she snorted a little and wiped her nose on the sleeve of her blouse. Snape forced down the urge to sneer as the woman put her hand on her hip, and puffed her chest out exposing the ample bosom and the lack of undergarments. Snape pointedly ignored the display and instead kept his dark gaze on the woman’s face.
“There was a man in here several months ago. He attacked a police officer. I want to know what he did while he was here.” Snape watched as the woman smiled at him, her nasty crooked teeth just showing beneath her lips.
“I ain’t seen or heard nothin’ around this place.” The witch turned to go serve another patron but Snape quickly reached into his pocket and drew out the small coin pouch, dropping it audibly onto the filthy bar. The witch paused mid stride and Snape allowed himself a small smile as he watched the beady eyes of the woman focus on the bulging pouch. To Snape the money was but spare change but to a woman, most likely deriving her sole income from bar keeping and the odd patron the pouch was priceless. Turning back around the woman walked back over to Snape, her grubby hand reaching out to take the money pouch. Snape was quicker though and slammed his hand down hard over hers before she could touch the pouch.
“Tell me.” Snape growled low watching as the woman cautiously flickered her glance around the bar before lowering her voice.
“I’ve seen ‘im in here before. Does is his business here I think, meets dark strangers.” The woman paused as she freed one of her hands from Snape’s grasp to point at a cubical in the far corner of the bar. “Sit’s there and waits for them, smoking. He met a stranger the night he snuffed the copper. Don’t know what they were talking ‘bout, none of my business so long as they pay before they leave. I saw them exchange one of these between ‘em, before the pigs turned up.” The woman slid her finger under Snape’s palm and stroked the leather of the money pouch, almost dying to get her hands on the gold coins within.
“If he comes in here often there must be talk about him? Anything else?” Snape whispered clamping his hand down harder on the money pouch as the woman attempted to slide the pouch from beneath his hand.
“Not really, that lot tends to keep outa’ his way. We keeps to ourselves in this place less we end up sleeping with the fishes.” The woman looked knowingly at Snape who nodded politely in understanding, but still waiting for the information he knew the witch was holding back from him. Of all his years as a professor he knew when someone as trying to keep something him. “Talk is that he’s a hunter. A couple of times we’ve seen ‘im in here with boys. Pretty boys, with collars of silver if you understand me.” Again Snape knew she was holding back and tightened his grip on the pouch, making as if to leave and take the money with him. “He’s got an account at the Anarchy Appocathary in the high street, I’ve seen ‘im with those lavender wrapped packages that the keeper gives away.” Bingo. Snape smiled triumphantly and removed his hand from the money pouch, watching as the woman scurried it quickly away into the folds of her breasts for safekeeping.
“Thank-you.” Snape whispered as he moved swiftly away from the bar. It was still raining outside and Snape pulled up the hood of his cloak as he stepped out onto the deserted street. After a week of searching he was finally getting closer to the person he sought. Noticing the sign for the Apocathary across the street Snape strode hastily over to it. The sign in the shop window read ‘closed’ but Snape paid it no heed as he flicked his wand at the lock on the door before stepping confidently inside. The bell on the door clanked heavily and Snape listened as he heard a voice calling out from the back.
“We’re closed! Go away!” Snape smiled and rounded the counter, carefully pushing his way through the beaded curtain covering the door into the back of the shop. The instant Snape saw the lab he knew he’d hit a gold mine and hardly flinched as he aimed his wand squarely at the old man who was hunched over a bubbling cauldron. “I said…” The old man turned around but as his eyes fell on Snape’s wand the man fell still and silent.
“What do you want?” The old man snapped as Snape glanced around the room, noting with slight amusement the array black market potions lining the shelves around the room. The sight was not uncommon. Many appocatharies doubled as illegal potions labs. With an unending supply of ingredients and with the cover of a legitimate business the labs thrived among the darker communities.
“I want some information.” Snape muttered as he glanced into the bubbling cauldron the old man turned back to, to continue stirring. The potion had to be acid in base and most likely a poison judging from its colour and extremely fragrant odor.
“I talk to no one.” The old man snapped sharply as he added a few pinches of herb. Snape knew the herbs were used to camouflage the taste of the poison and smiled at how wasted this man’s talents were making illegal potions for dark wizards.
“You have a regular customer here, carries a wand of red cedar, and goes by the name of Julius.” Snape continued ignoring the old man’s protests.
“I said I don’t talk to…………..” Snape was quick instantly grabbing hold of the man’s head and pushing it into the cauldron so that the old man’s face was just inches away from the bubbling, boiling liquid. The old man was clearly scared and tried to trash about to break free but Snape was stronger and having tilted the man’s face slightly drew up the sleeve of his robe revealing the dark mark branding into his forearm for the old man to see.
“Now I’ll ask again, you have a regular customer here who carries a wand of red cedar and goes by the name of Julius.” The old man’s eyes were now clearly staring at the dark mark, completely ignoring the fact his face was just inches away from the poison.
“Yes, yes I remember now…” The old man stuttered quickly as Snape loosened his hold on the man’s head. “He is my biggest customer. I make a monthly supply of ‘constantine’ potion in return for rarer ingredients.” At the mention of the potion Snape’s mind began to work overtime. The constantine potion was rare and difficult to make. It was an ancient potion designed by purebloods to ensure the loyalty of their servants. However it was adapted later by dark wizards to ensnare and humiliate their enemies, and to secure marriages between wizarding families. To require the potion each month would suggest that Julius had a small army of servants loyal to him, with only a few drops necessary each day for the potion to work and have devastating affects. With this new knowledge Severus’ concern for Harry doubled and he tightened his hold on the man’s head, again pushing it closer to the bubbling mixture in the cauldron.
“Where is he? An address, a trace, the packaging he sends your rare ingredients in. Tell me!” Angry now Severus pushed the man’s face closer so that as the bubbles of the mixture burst they sprayed the man’s face with potion. The man began screaming and thrashing about as the mixture burnt his skin but Snape ignored it. Years of being in Voldemort service had taught him self-control and he was unmoved by any expressions of pain for those he tortured. While their screams would be forever imprinted in his mind their pain was nothing to him. “No, nothing but tomorrow he will come….tomorrow.” Snape watched the man desperately point to a wooden box on the bench, several vials of the blue constantine potion neatly packed within. Snape smiled at the box the man now screaming as the potion ate away at his face. Snape sneered at the struggling figure and then at the dirty, filthy lab around him. The man currently under his thumb was a waste of space, and was giving professional potion masters a bad name. This man was also making a potion that was likely being used against Potter.
His Potter.
His Harry.
With an angry snarl Snape plunged the man’s head entirely into the potion watching devoid of emotion as the man continued struggling in useless silence for a few moments before finally he fell limp, the life slipping from his body. With the man dead Snape stepped away, leaving the man’s body hanging from the side of the cauldron. With a casual wipe of his hands on his cloak Snape grabbed the wooden box of constantine potion and swept out into the front of the shop to wait.
“Let him come to me.” Snape whispered beneath his breath as he flicked his wand at himself changing him into the image of the dead man, before propping himself up on the seat behind the counter to await his brothers imminent arrival. It had taken him a week to trace his brother to the pub in Wales and now he was so close he could just smell his brother’s defeat.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Well that\'s the update for today, sorry it\'s been a few days I\'ve had to actually work..shock horror. Anyway hope you\'re getting settled in with this little tale, I can just smell the tension.... Hope you\'re not too disappointed in seeing a slightly different Snape in this story, I believe I like him best when he\'s ruthless and emotionally barron, he makes for an interesting pairing with my helpless Harry. For those wondering, please remember \'Angry Snape = Angry Sex\' it might not make sence quite yet but it will as we go along, I just had to add that in, after I read someone\'s review about motive. Oh and I do know how this story ends...*evil laugh* and you don\'t so keep reading... Oh and Draco\'s not down and out yet people, he\'s just resting for the sex later....
Thanks for reading and taking the time to review, have I mentioned I love you guys???
Cheers
RIFFRAFF