The Mash Fics: Volume Harry
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: No, I still do not own this. Drat.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to all males who have ever
worn woman’s panties. *sniffles and wipes away a tear*
Oh, And I promise not so many Author’s Notes will appear in
this chapter. *gonk face*
If any of you were wondg, og, of course Harry is still
wearing frilly girl’s panties with his male clothing! He’s not about to use
someone else’s underwear, is he? XD
Harry spent the remainder of the
day curled up in bed, the fact that he was going “home” not quite sinking in.
Severus woke him up the next morning at an ungodly hour, and pushed Harry into
the bathroom to get ready, and waited outside the room impatiently. Harry, not
wholly awake, went about his normal morning routine out of habit, which of course,
included the application of his cosmetics. Yawning loudly, he stumbled of the
restroom, took the trunk that Severus chucked at him, and allowed himself to be
drug off the grounds and be apperated not far from Harry’s relative’s house.
On the walk there, it suddenly hit
Harry where exactly they were going, and stumbled in his pumps (The only shoes
that Harry could wear were his own, as he could find none that would fit
properly) and abruptly stopped walking. He couldn’t go back there.
Harry looked around at all the
muggles wandering the streets, and then back at Severus, who was glaring back
at him, wondering why he had stopped moving. Making up his mind, he hastily
spun around and bolted in the opposite direction of Privet Drive, making sure
to stay in the crowds. Severus was gaining in on him, and hoping that he still
looked enough like a girl with his hair cut short again, grabbed onto a large
intimidating woman in a bold flower print dress, “Help! That man’s chasing me
and I have no idea who he is! He tried to put his hands up my shirt!”
Seeing Severus near them, Harry let
out a yelp and dashed down the street again. Severus, still intent of chasing
after Harry, failed to notice the large colorful woman’s foot flying toward his
cro Sev Severus stumbled to the sidewalk, and was immediately hit with a
barrage of blows from the woman’s hefty purse. “Help! Pervert!”
Harry took as many corners as he
could until he was completely out of breath and could no longer run. Spotting a
lady’s lingerie shop, he quickly made his way inside, clutching his side. One
of the employees gave him an odd look, and Harry smiled awkwardly at her,
grabbed some random bras off their racks, and made his way into the fitting
rooms. Once there he sank to the floor, trying to regain his breath. He knew
that he couldn’t stay in the dressing room for too long, as it would seem
rather suspicious, but decided to milk the time he had for all it’s worth. He
could always go back out, grab more bras, and “try those on”.
Severus, however, wasn’t stupid. He
had placed a tracking charm over Harry in case he actually did try to
run. After escaping from the crowd of angry muggles, it wasn’t long before he
had made his way to the lingerie shop. Spelling the muggles in the shop, he
forcefully towed Harry out by the arm, telling him that if he tried anything
like that again, Severus would kill him, consequences be damned.
They were walking up the steps
outside the house when Harry’s began to badly shake and immediately dissolved
into tears. “Good Lord, Potter, Yes your relatives will be cross with you for
running away, but don’t you think you’re being a bit overdramatic?”
Harry continued to sob and wiped
his nose on his sleeve. Severus looked on with a disgusted look and loudly
rapped on the door, eager to be done with this. The door opened a bit later to
reveal an extremely obese boy around Harry’s age, who looked over at Harry and
scowled, “Dad! Potter came back!”
An equally obese man hurriedly
approached the door, scowling even more then his son had been, “Well, I see you
want us to take you back in.”
Harry shook his head and hiccupped,
“N-no!”
Vernon scowled further, “Don’t
speak unless you’re spoken to, boy!” (never mind that Vernon had spoken
to Harry) and took in his appearance, “Boy, are you wearing makeup?”
Dudley’s eyes bulged, and, seeing
that his father was right, began to guffaw loudly. Vernon narrowed his eyes at
Harry, “What have I told you about that kind of behavior?”
Severus interrupted, wanting to
leave and get back to his business, “Excuse me, I am Mr. Potter’s professor,
Severus Snape. It seems your nephew was hiding out in a bookstore in London,
and had been disguising himself as rl. rl. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have
more pressing matters to attend to.” At this Severus turned, preparing to
descend the steps, when Harry suddenly flung himself at him, clutching the back
of his robes in a death grip.
“Potter, what the bloody Hell do
you think you’re doing?!”
Severus spun around, jerking his
robes out of Harry’s hands, but he just latched onto the front of his robes
desperately, “Please don’t make me go back there! I’ll do anything!”
Harry’s eyes were frantic, and his
voice had a hysterical edge to it. Severus frowned and tried to pry his robes
out of Harry’s hands, “Stop this at once, Potter.”
Harry shook his head vigorously,
“No! If you make me go back there, I swear I’ll kill myself!”
Severus froze at that admission. It
wouldn’t do for the one person who could defeat the Dark Lord to commit
suicide. Severus was fairly sure that Harry hadn’t meant it, but Severus knew
full well that Harry, like his father, was rash and not prone to thinking. He
sighed loudly in defeat, “Alright Potter, We’ll see what the Headmaster has to
say about this,” He turned to Vernon, who was practically radiating anger,
“We’ll contact you after he talks to a mediwitch.”
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Once they had gotten to the Three
Broomsticks, Severus flooed Hogwarts, ignoring the looks He and Harry was
getting, and Harry was still sniffling quietly and scrubbing at his eye makeup.
Severus, much to his dismay, got a recorded message from Dumbledore that he had
been pulled away on business and would return in a week. All the other
teachers, being sane, were all at their homes for the summer, which meant that
Severus had to wait out the week with Harry in his care. Severus groaned, he
was supposed to be returning to his manor today. He’d just have to bring Harry
with him.
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Severus could tell that Harry was
in awe of the manor as he showed him to one of the guest rooms. “This is the
room that you’ll be using. Just… Try not to do anything stupid for once, will
you, Potter? And with that he shut the door and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He needed a drink. A hard drink.
Harry, after sitting in his room
for around an hour, had decided that he’d rather talk to Severus then sit in
the room any longer. He got lost twice before a chanced upon Severus’ study,
and noticed that the light was on. Harry timidly stepped into the room and
shuffled over barefoot to where Severus stood replacing a book, intent on
thanking him for keeping him here. Severus, not noticing that Harry was in the
room, backed up into him and spun around startled, which caused them to be in a
very close vicinity to one another.
Smell is said to be the closest of
our senses, which would probably explain Harry’s behavior. Severus had built up
quite an alcohol tolerance, and as he had been drinking, was not dunk, just
feeling slightly fuzzy. But Harry could still smell the alcohol on him, and the
memories came rushing back.
Harry was back in his room at Privet Drive, lying on
his mattress not quite asleep, listening to his uncle ascend the stairs after
his typical night at the bar. However, tonight, the heavy footsteps stopped
outside Harry’s door. He sat up as Vernon entered the room roaring drunk and
reeking of alcohol, “UnVernVernon?”
Vernon crossed the room and
backhanded him harshly, “Fucking faggot. I will not tolerate you spreading your
dirty thoughts and ways around this house. Every time you make me think those
unnatural thoughts again, I’ll be sure to remind you why it’s sick.”
By now Harry was quite confused,
and was having trouble focusing on what Vernon was saying as flecks of spit
were hitting his face with every word. Vernon grabbed a fistful of Harry’s hair
and roughly tossed him onto the ground.
Hands were touching him now. Hot
whisky laden breath on his face, the sound of a zipper coming undone, hands
brutally fisting his hair and jerking his head back, Vernon grunting in the
back of his throat and forcing his mouth open… And someone was shaking him.
Harry’s eyes snapped open and he shrieked, trying to claw away from the man
shaking him.
Severus managed to get Harry to
calm down a bit, but the boy was still staring up at him with his eyes wide and
absolutely terrified, before the tears came. Severus let Harry slip to the
floor who proceeded to empty his stomach onto the hardwood floor.
A/N: Nyahg. I hate for this to turn
into another “poor Harry, he was forced to suck off his uncle” fic, but I had
to have Harry run away for some reason. >< He just doesn’t seem the type
to randomly run off and cross-dress for no reason, ya’ know? *shrugs* Feed me
reviews to inspire me, and read “The MASH Fics: Volume Percy”! And review that
also! I command you! …Please?