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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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2,922
Reviews:
6
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Currently Reading:
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A New Point Of View
My Head Hurts, Can Someone Hand Me A Hangover Potion, Please?
Summary: Harry FINALLY receives the letter from Snape, but did it get to him on time? Is Harry going to try and save Hogwarts, or will all the kids die? How badly is Harry going to swear once he finds out Snape is Voldy Jr? We’ll find out, won’t we? Switching to Harry, Ron and Hermione’s POV this time, as well as a special one at the beginning!
Warnings: Same as above. Oh, remember, Craziness! This one a bit more. I’ll give you a hint. Look at the timeline.
Changes: Added a little dose of the last book. Nothing serious, though.
Pairings: Same as above. Haven’t got to anything really juicy yet, okay. Give me a couple chapters, people!
AN: Whoa. Was the first long enough, everyone? Okay. Um…Chapter 2? XD
Review Responses:
Emily Waters- Hey, Thanks! I know. About the heir thing, I just wrote it, went back and went \'Aww, crap, this is gonna cause SOooo many problems later...*sighs*\' But the dream thing is what started it all, really. I had the page open for an hour straight, just staring at it, and I started typing. I was laughing my butt off as I wrote it, though. Must be something seriously wrong with me, eh?
Alaine - Hehe, that was the idea! Catch you in the first chapter, bore you in the second and then rock your mind in the third and fourth. *grins* But you\'ll just have to wait for that, won\'t ya? Hehe.
Snakelette - Thank you much. Updating, updating! Don\'t kill me!
Nikte - Yep. Thanks! XD Next one is up, keep ya pants on. Oh, next one might take awhile. Remus keeps insisting he needs some action and I figure if I write his and Sirus\' out, he\'ll leave me alone while I tackle chapter 3 so I can get thier interlude in. But, here\'s hoping Siri don\'t get in on bugging the heck outta me. I really want 3 out first, but those boys and thier toys. *shakes head* It\'ll be a toss up who\'ll get in first.
Hope you enjoy this new chapter!!
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Chapter 2
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Joke Of The Day:
I think I’ll go Anti-Love.
Really, who needs it?
Butterflies in the tummy and hearts skipping beats…
That can’t be safe.
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K-system-Guardian Angel
If you wanna be my guardian angel
Just spread your wings
And let me see you can fly
If you wanna let me outta danger
Just come to me
And don\'t you ever let my cry
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Now, as it may be well aware to some, wizarding owls had minds of their own as Hedwig proves. And on this particular day, a certain eagle owl was about to get ‘down on someone’s ass’. The owl in question, Gustof, which is a heck of a name for a owl, was currently flying toward a destination that had been denied him so many times, he was getting very frustrated. The last dozen or so times, he had just headed to the last known destination of this wizard. A rather annoying place with a lot of bouncy red heads and a woman who tried to overfeed him. Ick.
But not this time. Nope. This time the brat was out in the open and he was gonna get to him before he freaking disappeared…AGAIN.
Harry Potter was about to get a delivery from Severus Snape. Or his name wasn’t Gustof.
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Ron looked up at the sound of wings and looked over at Harry and Hermione. “We’ve got company.” Ron stated casually. His friends both looked up, their argument forgotten for the moment.
The crazed owl landed on Harry’s head, dropping it’s packages on the way. It leant down and it’s beady eyes glared at the young man. Harry nervously cleared his throat and smiled, having dealt with Hedwig so long, he knew when an owl was NOT happy with him. And this one was about ready to rip this throat out and peck the remains into vulture food. Harry cautiously reached in his back pocket and withdrew a owl treat, offering it to the owl as a peace truce. It eyed him for a moment more, before snatching up the treat, huffing and flying away.
Ron snorted in amusement, having noticed the exchange. “Afraid of a bird, now Harry?” He teased.
Harry whirled on his friend with wide eyes, “You try having that huge owl glare at you like Snape on a BAD day and see what you do. I swear it wanted to kill me.” He shuddered.
Hermione laughed, having caught the delivered items. Harry and Ron looked at her, then each other and grinned. She was still giggling when she looked at the letter. Her eyes widened, “Harry.” She whispered. The scroll case wasn’t what was amazing, it was the box. In a neat script, it clearly said: From Your Ever Faithful Death Eater Spy And Loyal Friend, on the front.
Harry looked at her curiously. “Hermione?” He asked, worried. He took the items and blinked. He opened the scroll case and a obviously well-taken care of letter fell in his scarred hand. He opened it carefully, and read it, his eyes widening. His eyes darted up, surprise on his features,
“What children?” He asked, blinking.
It was true. Obviously, Voldemort or whoever had gone quite mad. In two days, there would be no kids at Hogwarts, it was the summer! Sure, maybe a few teachers, but all the children were gone. He gave a sigh. Or they had just forgotten, he thought. Still, an attack on the school WAS serious, even with no one there, really.
Hermione frowned, “What?” Harry looked at her and grinned, “They told me that Hogwarts is going to be under attack soon and they didn’t want ‘all the children’ to die.” He chuckled, “I think they and Voldemort forgot that it’s Summer Vacation.” He noted. Both his friends laughed.
Harry’s eyes returned to the script, suddenly becoming deadly serious. His eyes lifted heavily to his friends. “Guys.” He said softly, interrupting them. The two turned to him, serious. “Yeah, mate” Ron asked. Harry swallowed thickly. “Snape is Voldemort’s Heir.” He said softly. The statement rocked them all.
Harry glanced at the box and opened it carefully. The contents surprised him. There were several potions, some that could come in extremely handy in the following months. Everything from pepper-up potion, to a single vial of Vesteriam, to Polijuice, to Dreamless Sleep, to a couple he didn’t recognize. Still, all would be very handy. He noticed a little slip, and lifted the potions out carefully. On the bottom was the real treasure. Detailed maps of the magical areas of Britain, including Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest, as well as Diagian Alley. And two obviously prized daggers. He drew one, inhaling in shock. Engraved was a phoenix and basilisk fighting intensely. The phoenix had emeralds as eyes, while the basilisk had rubies. The work was breathtaking. And deadly, he realized as he felt the strands of magic he would never forget in the blade. Basilisk poison. Wow. This Death Eater must REALLY like him. He decided.
He re-sheathed the blade and put them back in the box, along with the potions. He was actually happy. This meant that he had someone out there who wanted him to win. Well, other than his friends, at least.
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Hermione grinned and giggled like a little girl as Ron chased her around the campfire. This had been an excellent idea, she prided herself. Right after the recent horcrux they had found, they all needed some relaxation before moving on to the next. Plus, they were also scouting for Death Eaters and another horcrux, which sort of killed two birds with one stone, so to say.
Her two companions had taken to camping with flair, finding it exciting to try and camp without magic, it had both of them swearing in moments, though, until they caught onto it from Hermione.
Harry was quite happily doing a short kata with his new pretties, Ron had been fishing until Hermione splashed him with water, her net already full of fish and crawdads. Now Harry had put away his blades, and was putting a grate over the open fire, grinning ear to ear at Ron and Hermione. Hermione ducked under a branch and dove into her tent, laughing hard. There was a polite knock on the outside of her tent and she ducked her head out, smiling. “Yes?” She asked a similarly laughing Ron. He merely offered his arm. Hermione chuckled and took it, both of them heading to the fire. Ron handed Harry the nets and Harry started gutting them, and then cooking them.
Hermione helped with the cooking, while Ron helped with the gutting. The batter Harry had made was sweet and Hermione couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure later that night. She knew this wouldn’t last, but at least her and her friends had had one day to be just as they were, teens.
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Ron woke up the next morning, ready to take on the world, or the next bad thing to come up, anyway. He seriously loved his girlfriend sometimes and yesterday just proved why.
They were all stressed from trying to find these bloody things without it killing them. Helga’s Cup had proved that they all needed a break before the next item really did kill them.
And it was a great thing, because as soon as Ron opened up his tent, two wands in his face was a fierce wake-up call. Death Eaters had swarmed the camp, with two more at each of his friends’ tent openings, waiting for them to wake up. He just hoped Harry hadn’t taken off those bloody daggers yet. The fellow teen may be obsessed with them, but they might just save their lives today, Ron thought snidely.
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Harry woke up the second he heard noises not associated with the woods around them. Too many years at the Dursleys’, and he knew that different sounds were bad. He had already tuned to Ron and Hermione years ago. And the forest had it’s own alarm system of sorts. The sudden silence and crunch of boots made him shoot up into a sitting position instantly.
He dressed silently, much more silent than the idiots outside, that was for sure. And grabbed his wand, holster, daggers and strapped a few potions he might need on the belt that had come with the daggers. He carefully unzipped the end of his tent something he was glad he got now, a tent with two openings and slipped out into the woods directly behind him. He watched as they set up positions and easily took Ron and Hermione into custody, evidently waiting for him to come outside.
Harry rolled his eyes and threw a simple potion into the middle of them. The vial was extremely fragile and when it broke, it created a stinging fog similar to dung bombs. He tensed. When the potion hit the ground, immediately, the Death Eaters began coughing and gagging, releasing their prisoners in favor of gagging.
Harry grinned and in moments had the intruders on the ground stunned. Hermione wiped her eyes and smiled at Harry before grabbing her wand from her tent and tying them up, one by one. Slowly unmasking them all as she went.
Just another day, but blast it if they hadn’t gotten a great catch today, Ron thought smiling.
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End Chapter 2
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Summary: Harry FINALLY receives the letter from Snape, but did it get to him on time? Is Harry going to try and save Hogwarts, or will all the kids die? How badly is Harry going to swear once he finds out Snape is Voldy Jr? We’ll find out, won’t we? Switching to Harry, Ron and Hermione’s POV this time, as well as a special one at the beginning!
Warnings: Same as above. Oh, remember, Craziness! This one a bit more. I’ll give you a hint. Look at the timeline.
Changes: Added a little dose of the last book. Nothing serious, though.
Pairings: Same as above. Haven’t got to anything really juicy yet, okay. Give me a couple chapters, people!
AN: Whoa. Was the first long enough, everyone? Okay. Um…Chapter 2? XD
Review Responses:
Emily Waters- Hey, Thanks! I know. About the heir thing, I just wrote it, went back and went \'Aww, crap, this is gonna cause SOooo many problems later...*sighs*\' But the dream thing is what started it all, really. I had the page open for an hour straight, just staring at it, and I started typing. I was laughing my butt off as I wrote it, though. Must be something seriously wrong with me, eh?
Alaine - Hehe, that was the idea! Catch you in the first chapter, bore you in the second and then rock your mind in the third and fourth. *grins* But you\'ll just have to wait for that, won\'t ya? Hehe.
Snakelette - Thank you much. Updating, updating! Don\'t kill me!
Nikte - Yep. Thanks! XD Next one is up, keep ya pants on. Oh, next one might take awhile. Remus keeps insisting he needs some action and I figure if I write his and Sirus\' out, he\'ll leave me alone while I tackle chapter 3 so I can get thier interlude in. But, here\'s hoping Siri don\'t get in on bugging the heck outta me. I really want 3 out first, but those boys and thier toys. *shakes head* It\'ll be a toss up who\'ll get in first.
Hope you enjoy this new chapter!!
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Chapter 2
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Joke Of The Day:
I think I’ll go Anti-Love.
Really, who needs it?
Butterflies in the tummy and hearts skipping beats…
That can’t be safe.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
K-system-Guardian Angel
If you wanna be my guardian angel
Just spread your wings
And let me see you can fly
If you wanna let me outta danger
Just come to me
And don\'t you ever let my cry
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Now, as it may be well aware to some, wizarding owls had minds of their own as Hedwig proves. And on this particular day, a certain eagle owl was about to get ‘down on someone’s ass’. The owl in question, Gustof, which is a heck of a name for a owl, was currently flying toward a destination that had been denied him so many times, he was getting very frustrated. The last dozen or so times, he had just headed to the last known destination of this wizard. A rather annoying place with a lot of bouncy red heads and a woman who tried to overfeed him. Ick.
But not this time. Nope. This time the brat was out in the open and he was gonna get to him before he freaking disappeared…AGAIN.
Harry Potter was about to get a delivery from Severus Snape. Or his name wasn’t Gustof.
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Ron looked up at the sound of wings and looked over at Harry and Hermione. “We’ve got company.” Ron stated casually. His friends both looked up, their argument forgotten for the moment.
The crazed owl landed on Harry’s head, dropping it’s packages on the way. It leant down and it’s beady eyes glared at the young man. Harry nervously cleared his throat and smiled, having dealt with Hedwig so long, he knew when an owl was NOT happy with him. And this one was about ready to rip this throat out and peck the remains into vulture food. Harry cautiously reached in his back pocket and withdrew a owl treat, offering it to the owl as a peace truce. It eyed him for a moment more, before snatching up the treat, huffing and flying away.
Ron snorted in amusement, having noticed the exchange. “Afraid of a bird, now Harry?” He teased.
Harry whirled on his friend with wide eyes, “You try having that huge owl glare at you like Snape on a BAD day and see what you do. I swear it wanted to kill me.” He shuddered.
Hermione laughed, having caught the delivered items. Harry and Ron looked at her, then each other and grinned. She was still giggling when she looked at the letter. Her eyes widened, “Harry.” She whispered. The scroll case wasn’t what was amazing, it was the box. In a neat script, it clearly said: From Your Ever Faithful Death Eater Spy And Loyal Friend, on the front.
Harry looked at her curiously. “Hermione?” He asked, worried. He took the items and blinked. He opened the scroll case and a obviously well-taken care of letter fell in his scarred hand. He opened it carefully, and read it, his eyes widening. His eyes darted up, surprise on his features,
“What children?” He asked, blinking.
It was true. Obviously, Voldemort or whoever had gone quite mad. In two days, there would be no kids at Hogwarts, it was the summer! Sure, maybe a few teachers, but all the children were gone. He gave a sigh. Or they had just forgotten, he thought. Still, an attack on the school WAS serious, even with no one there, really.
Hermione frowned, “What?” Harry looked at her and grinned, “They told me that Hogwarts is going to be under attack soon and they didn’t want ‘all the children’ to die.” He chuckled, “I think they and Voldemort forgot that it’s Summer Vacation.” He noted. Both his friends laughed.
Harry’s eyes returned to the script, suddenly becoming deadly serious. His eyes lifted heavily to his friends. “Guys.” He said softly, interrupting them. The two turned to him, serious. “Yeah, mate” Ron asked. Harry swallowed thickly. “Snape is Voldemort’s Heir.” He said softly. The statement rocked them all.
Harry glanced at the box and opened it carefully. The contents surprised him. There were several potions, some that could come in extremely handy in the following months. Everything from pepper-up potion, to a single vial of Vesteriam, to Polijuice, to Dreamless Sleep, to a couple he didn’t recognize. Still, all would be very handy. He noticed a little slip, and lifted the potions out carefully. On the bottom was the real treasure. Detailed maps of the magical areas of Britain, including Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest, as well as Diagian Alley. And two obviously prized daggers. He drew one, inhaling in shock. Engraved was a phoenix and basilisk fighting intensely. The phoenix had emeralds as eyes, while the basilisk had rubies. The work was breathtaking. And deadly, he realized as he felt the strands of magic he would never forget in the blade. Basilisk poison. Wow. This Death Eater must REALLY like him. He decided.
He re-sheathed the blade and put them back in the box, along with the potions. He was actually happy. This meant that he had someone out there who wanted him to win. Well, other than his friends, at least.
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Hermione grinned and giggled like a little girl as Ron chased her around the campfire. This had been an excellent idea, she prided herself. Right after the recent horcrux they had found, they all needed some relaxation before moving on to the next. Plus, they were also scouting for Death Eaters and another horcrux, which sort of killed two birds with one stone, so to say.
Her two companions had taken to camping with flair, finding it exciting to try and camp without magic, it had both of them swearing in moments, though, until they caught onto it from Hermione.
Harry was quite happily doing a short kata with his new pretties, Ron had been fishing until Hermione splashed him with water, her net already full of fish and crawdads. Now Harry had put away his blades, and was putting a grate over the open fire, grinning ear to ear at Ron and Hermione. Hermione ducked under a branch and dove into her tent, laughing hard. There was a polite knock on the outside of her tent and she ducked her head out, smiling. “Yes?” She asked a similarly laughing Ron. He merely offered his arm. Hermione chuckled and took it, both of them heading to the fire. Ron handed Harry the nets and Harry started gutting them, and then cooking them.
Hermione helped with the cooking, while Ron helped with the gutting. The batter Harry had made was sweet and Hermione couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure later that night. She knew this wouldn’t last, but at least her and her friends had had one day to be just as they were, teens.
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Ron woke up the next morning, ready to take on the world, or the next bad thing to come up, anyway. He seriously loved his girlfriend sometimes and yesterday just proved why.
They were all stressed from trying to find these bloody things without it killing them. Helga’s Cup had proved that they all needed a break before the next item really did kill them.
And it was a great thing, because as soon as Ron opened up his tent, two wands in his face was a fierce wake-up call. Death Eaters had swarmed the camp, with two more at each of his friends’ tent openings, waiting for them to wake up. He just hoped Harry hadn’t taken off those bloody daggers yet. The fellow teen may be obsessed with them, but they might just save their lives today, Ron thought snidely.
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Harry woke up the second he heard noises not associated with the woods around them. Too many years at the Dursleys’, and he knew that different sounds were bad. He had already tuned to Ron and Hermione years ago. And the forest had it’s own alarm system of sorts. The sudden silence and crunch of boots made him shoot up into a sitting position instantly.
He dressed silently, much more silent than the idiots outside, that was for sure. And grabbed his wand, holster, daggers and strapped a few potions he might need on the belt that had come with the daggers. He carefully unzipped the end of his tent something he was glad he got now, a tent with two openings and slipped out into the woods directly behind him. He watched as they set up positions and easily took Ron and Hermione into custody, evidently waiting for him to come outside.
Harry rolled his eyes and threw a simple potion into the middle of them. The vial was extremely fragile and when it broke, it created a stinging fog similar to dung bombs. He tensed. When the potion hit the ground, immediately, the Death Eaters began coughing and gagging, releasing their prisoners in favor of gagging.
Harry grinned and in moments had the intruders on the ground stunned. Hermione wiped her eyes and smiled at Harry before grabbing her wand from her tent and tying them up, one by one. Slowly unmasking them all as she went.
Just another day, but blast it if they hadn’t gotten a great catch today, Ron thought smiling.
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End Chapter 2
1497