A Twisted Web We Weave
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
45
Views:
27,603
Reviews:
119
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hunting the Hunter
CHAPTER 21
“Garison!” Severus smiled to himself as he heard the familiar voice coming from outside the door of the shop. All day he’d kept the shop closed ignoring the taps and calls for him to open. His cover was thin and it wouldn’t do to go blowing it on some bad tempered witch not able to get her herbs for the day. Having waited all morning behind the screen of the door leading into the back of the shop Severus had patiently plotted. Now though at 20 past 10, the object in question had finally arrived. With a glance at his appearance in the glass of a vile Severus limped carefully over to the door and opened it letting the cloaked figure of his brother inside.
“Why are you closed?” Julius flicked down his hood and strode confidently up the counter, his mere presence sending sparks of anger through Severus’ body.
“I am a trifle under the weather sir.” Severus hated the way he forced himself to bow to his brother who for all it was worth seemed to not have seen through his disguise. Julius took a conscious step away from Severus at hearing this, obviously not wanting to catch whatever imaginary virus Julius thought the man had.
“Well just get me my potions and I’ll be out of here.” Severus watched as Julius drew a small leather pouch out from inside his cloak and dropped it onto the table. “Gillyweed, it was what you wanted wasn’t it?” Severus nodded trying to keep his features as neutral as possible despite the overwhelming urge to hex his brother to death right here. Bending down below the counter Severus emerged with the wooden box of vials. For all appearances the vials appeared to be full of ‘Constantine potion’ but Severus had switched them with colour water earlier. If there was one thing Julius had never excelled in it was potions, his brother’s ineptitude at the subject Severus’ one and only savior. Sure Julius had been a smart student but his knowledge of potions extended only to the bear minimum required to pass the subject. Severus however had a passion for the only subject Julius hated. Severus often wondered if that was why he enjoyed the subject so much, because he knew Julius hated it. Despite that though the Constantine Potion was complex and even with a basic level of potions knowledge Severus knew his brother would not tell the difference between the colored water and the supposed potion he was buying.
Julius opened the wooden box and glanced at the vials of potion within before nodding in acceptance and allowing Severus to wrap the parcel with a wave of his hand and a common wrapping charm, more commonly used for presents. With his neatly wrapped lavender package Julius nodded and with a flurry of robes pulled his hood up over his face and left, the door slamming closed in his wake.
Severus smiled as he let the disguise fall away from his body before drawing the tracer from the pocket of his robes and placing it in the palm of his hand. With a flick of his wand the tracer flared into life the small beeping sound a very clear indication that the tracing spell Severus had placed on the box was working perfectly and had gone completely undetected by his brother. With a last glance around the shop Severus strode from the door after his brother pulling up his own hood and cloak as he left. The tracer would lead him straight to his brother, who for all his years of being a bounty hunter had fallen for the simplest of tricks. Severus knew his brother was arrogant but couldn’t believe he was so arrogant as to not even check for tracing spells on the package he received. As a death eater it was simple logic to do such a check but Julius obviously thought himself above being discovered, which would make Severus victory all the sweeter.
Severus easily followed his apparition trail with the tracer and was surprised when he apperate onto a gravel road which appeared to lead into an empty field. Yet as he took a step to walk forward towards the end of the road he felt the powerful ward of magic blocking his path.
“Damn.” Severus muttered to himself as he put the tracer back into his pocket and flattened his palm against the invisible wall of magic, careful not to breach the ward in any way. The ward was strong and complex, a mix of ancient magic with the darker kind, and practically impossible to break through without detection. Perhaps Julius wasn’t as arrogantly lax in security arrangements as Severus had given him credit for. It was while he was running his hand over the magical wall that he felt a familiar searing pain in his arm and he hastily stepped back to clutch at it.
Voldemort.
Severus hadn’t been summoned in weeks; unusual to say the least especially considering the news of Hogwart’s accident had probably reached the dark lord by now. Snape knew it would come eventually it was just unfortunate that it happened now just when he was so close to reaching his goal.
There was nothing for it however, to not respond to a call was asking for trouble he didn’t need right now. Potter would just have to wait a little longer for his rescue. With a flick of his wand Snape sent a message to Grimmauld place before sighing heavily and with a thunderous crack disappeared to reappear before his lord.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Garison!” Severus smiled to himself as he heard the familiar voice coming from outside the door of the shop. All day he’d kept the shop closed ignoring the taps and calls for him to open. His cover was thin and it wouldn’t do to go blowing it on some bad tempered witch not able to get her herbs for the day. Having waited all morning behind the screen of the door leading into the back of the shop Severus had patiently plotted. Now though at 20 past 10, the object in question had finally arrived. With a glance at his appearance in the glass of a vile Severus limped carefully over to the door and opened it letting the cloaked figure of his brother inside.
“Why are you closed?” Julius flicked down his hood and strode confidently up the counter, his mere presence sending sparks of anger through Severus’ body.
“I am a trifle under the weather sir.” Severus hated the way he forced himself to bow to his brother who for all it was worth seemed to not have seen through his disguise. Julius took a conscious step away from Severus at hearing this, obviously not wanting to catch whatever imaginary virus Julius thought the man had.
“Well just get me my potions and I’ll be out of here.” Severus watched as Julius drew a small leather pouch out from inside his cloak and dropped it onto the table. “Gillyweed, it was what you wanted wasn’t it?” Severus nodded trying to keep his features as neutral as possible despite the overwhelming urge to hex his brother to death right here. Bending down below the counter Severus emerged with the wooden box of vials. For all appearances the vials appeared to be full of ‘Constantine potion’ but Severus had switched them with colour water earlier. If there was one thing Julius had never excelled in it was potions, his brother’s ineptitude at the subject Severus’ one and only savior. Sure Julius had been a smart student but his knowledge of potions extended only to the bear minimum required to pass the subject. Severus however had a passion for the only subject Julius hated. Severus often wondered if that was why he enjoyed the subject so much, because he knew Julius hated it. Despite that though the Constantine Potion was complex and even with a basic level of potions knowledge Severus knew his brother would not tell the difference between the colored water and the supposed potion he was buying.
Julius opened the wooden box and glanced at the vials of potion within before nodding in acceptance and allowing Severus to wrap the parcel with a wave of his hand and a common wrapping charm, more commonly used for presents. With his neatly wrapped lavender package Julius nodded and with a flurry of robes pulled his hood up over his face and left, the door slamming closed in his wake.
Severus smiled as he let the disguise fall away from his body before drawing the tracer from the pocket of his robes and placing it in the palm of his hand. With a flick of his wand the tracer flared into life the small beeping sound a very clear indication that the tracing spell Severus had placed on the box was working perfectly and had gone completely undetected by his brother. With a last glance around the shop Severus strode from the door after his brother pulling up his own hood and cloak as he left. The tracer would lead him straight to his brother, who for all his years of being a bounty hunter had fallen for the simplest of tricks. Severus knew his brother was arrogant but couldn’t believe he was so arrogant as to not even check for tracing spells on the package he received. As a death eater it was simple logic to do such a check but Julius obviously thought himself above being discovered, which would make Severus victory all the sweeter.
Severus easily followed his apparition trail with the tracer and was surprised when he apperate onto a gravel road which appeared to lead into an empty field. Yet as he took a step to walk forward towards the end of the road he felt the powerful ward of magic blocking his path.
“Damn.” Severus muttered to himself as he put the tracer back into his pocket and flattened his palm against the invisible wall of magic, careful not to breach the ward in any way. The ward was strong and complex, a mix of ancient magic with the darker kind, and practically impossible to break through without detection. Perhaps Julius wasn’t as arrogantly lax in security arrangements as Severus had given him credit for. It was while he was running his hand over the magical wall that he felt a familiar searing pain in his arm and he hastily stepped back to clutch at it.
Voldemort.
Severus hadn’t been summoned in weeks; unusual to say the least especially considering the news of Hogwart’s accident had probably reached the dark lord by now. Snape knew it would come eventually it was just unfortunate that it happened now just when he was so close to reaching his goal.
There was nothing for it however, to not respond to a call was asking for trouble he didn’t need right now. Potter would just have to wait a little longer for his rescue. With a flick of his wand Snape sent a message to Grimmauld place before sighing heavily and with a thunderous crack disappeared to reappear before his lord.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>