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31
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15,586
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165
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Chapter Twenty-five
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Chapter Twenty-five
“It took forever and at the end of it all we found out that the solicitor’s name was bogus,” Harry muttered as he sat next to Hermione as she was casually reading the interviews with Matthew Fargo’s family. “Fucking Perry Mason.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked up to her friend slowly. “And you didn’t know it was a fake when you first heard it?” she asked him, trying not to laugh as she did so.
Frowning he inquired, “Should I have?”
Looking back down, Hermione muttered, “It should have at least sounded familiar.”
“Why?”
“He is a fictional American lawyer invented by the writer Erle Stanley Garner, who went on to write a series of novels based on the same said character for several decades. They were then made into a long running television series and in later years made for T.V. movies,” she told him as she kept reading. She stopped and looked up to him to find him staring at her speechless. “I suppose it pays to be well read. But I would have thought that you would have at least heard of the television show.”
“An old time American television series that was made long before I was born…”
“That is even to this day running in syndication in multiple countries and has been so for decades,” she added drily. “But I’m not going to fight you about that. Let’s get back to this shall we?” Hermione looked at Harry. “Tell me your impressions that you got of Matthew Fargo’s family.”
“They don’t care for him,” he said. “His wife may very well be supportive on the surface, but the undertones…She is very angry at him. She practically set her own hair on fire with how red her face turned when she spoke about the failed quidditch store.” He watched as she looked at the interview with Matthew Fargo’s parents. “Why was it so important that we speak to his family first?”
“We want him well and truly pinned,” she said casually as she set aside the interview. “And now that you have Mr. Fargo in custody, he knows it as well. He’ll try to wriggle free, but you’ll get your information from him with far less effort than you would have had to use otherwise.” Letting out a long sigh, she added, “Seeing that the man is one of the biggest idiots on the face of the planet, I doubt he could see his way out of those invisible boxes mimes are so crazy about.”
“Yeah, I found out as much when he screamed that I couldn’t take him into custody for betting on a muggle sport. A bet, by the way, that was on a horse that literally died at the gate of a heart attack when the starter’s pistol went off.”
Flinching she muttered, “Talk about a man that you wouldn’t want to wager on you for anything.”
“I know,” Harry sighed. “How’s it going with all the bed rest?”
“It’s been a nerve wracking day so far,” she told him. “My husband has taken it into his head to ensure that I stay in bed. The house elves have popped me back five times already. One time when I was in the middle of a bath for Merlin sake! If the house elves continue to transfer…” Hermione vanished from the room and a moment later was screaming in fury from the bedroom.
“And that’s my cue to leave,” her friend said, laughing as he gathered his papers and left to do the interview with former auror Matthew Fargo.
***
Severus stopped in mid-sip of his third mug of coffee of the day, looking down at the little house elf that had just reported to him that they were taking good care of Mrs. Snape. This only made him worried as his idea of taking good care of her and theirs could be vastly different.
“And how pray tell have you been doing so?” he inquired.
“Wes been putting her back to bed,” Pepper told him, sounding weary. “But she’s never staying put!”
Squeezing his eyes shut, he knew that the wrath of his dear wife would know no bounds by this point and that it would make the hangover he had woken up with that morning seem like a mild headache in comparison.
“Did I tell you to keep her in bed this morning when we spoke?” he asked the little elf.
“No,” he said, frowning. “Yous said to make sure she rests for the baby.”
“Trust me,” he muttered as he stood up. “She isn’t resting. That will be all.”
Deciding to get it over with, he got up and went to their rooms. Entering the rooms as quietly as possible, Severus was expecting the worse. But what he found was anything but what he thought he would. Sitting quietly at the fireplace, Hermione was sipping on her tea and reading one of the pregnancy books that Ginny had given to her. Looking up from the text, she smiled warmly.
It was then that he knew fear.
“Hello, Severus,” she murmured, getting up, setting aside the book, and went over to him. Kissing his mouth gently, her arms went around his waist. “Feeling better?”
“Much,” he answered reluctantly.
“Good,” she replied, rubbing his back. “Do you think you can eat?”
“Why?”
Sighing she said, “Love, I know that you are more than a little worried that I may be…”
“Blazing furious,” he provided.
“Yes, exactly. And I was, I won’t deny that.” She pulled away from him and went on with, “It is just your luck that I had a visitor.”
“Who?”
“Sirius Black.”
“And what did you do with him?” he growled.
“Not what you think,” she told him, pulling him over to their shared lab.
Standing in the corner of the room was Sirius Black, tied up in ropes and gagged. A small smile lit Severus’s face as he watched as Sirius began to struggle in the bindings.
“I didn’t have to use all that much magic,” she told him. “The ropes and gag where magicked of course, but I knocked him out with a lamp.” Hermione looked over to Severus. “I think I would have just hexed him…” but then she lowered her voice to a hiss as she muttered, “But he tried to grab my breast.” She held back Severus, telling him, “Remus should be here any moment to come get him off our hands. But in the mean time, care for a lie down? All this emotional upheaval today has me whipped.”
“In a moment, witch,” he said as he went over to his life long enemy. Standing there a moment he thought over what he would say or do to the man.
It was when he was assessing the situation that his wife went over to him whispering, “I know you want to get back at him in the best way possible. And I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but you have to think of your position as the headmaster before doing something rash.”
“Then what do you suggest I do?” he asked her quietly, glaring at Sirius who was now clearly scared.
“Some times the simplest punishments are best,” she murmured, and proceeded to cup his ear and tell him.
“That sounds…promising,” Severus said, kissing her lips lightly.
“Just know that if you ever have the house elves taking care of me like they did today again that just may very well be your fate as well.” With those parting words, she turned and left knowing she had made her point.
***
Time once more for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Could I Have This Dance?" by Anne Murray. Cookies go out to sandlapper and Voracious Reader (half for her and half for her sister). If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Here's the next song. "Danger in the shape of somethin' wild/Stranger dressed in black, she's a hungry child/No one knows who she is or what her name is/I don't know where she came from or what her review is" Okay here's your clue, this 1970's song was more than likely the only hit for the original performer of this rock tune, but the song itself lives on as I'm sure it's been remade at least one time that I know of during the 1980's. I'm feeling generous so here's a little something more--is it hot in here or is it the song? There you go! Good luck and have a radical week!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Twenty-five
“It took forever and at the end of it all we found out that the solicitor’s name was bogus,” Harry muttered as he sat next to Hermione as she was casually reading the interviews with Matthew Fargo’s family. “Fucking Perry Mason.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked up to her friend slowly. “And you didn’t know it was a fake when you first heard it?” she asked him, trying not to laugh as she did so.
Frowning he inquired, “Should I have?”
Looking back down, Hermione muttered, “It should have at least sounded familiar.”
“Why?”
“He is a fictional American lawyer invented by the writer Erle Stanley Garner, who went on to write a series of novels based on the same said character for several decades. They were then made into a long running television series and in later years made for T.V. movies,” she told him as she kept reading. She stopped and looked up to him to find him staring at her speechless. “I suppose it pays to be well read. But I would have thought that you would have at least heard of the television show.”
“An old time American television series that was made long before I was born…”
“That is even to this day running in syndication in multiple countries and has been so for decades,” she added drily. “But I’m not going to fight you about that. Let’s get back to this shall we?” Hermione looked at Harry. “Tell me your impressions that you got of Matthew Fargo’s family.”
“They don’t care for him,” he said. “His wife may very well be supportive on the surface, but the undertones…She is very angry at him. She practically set her own hair on fire with how red her face turned when she spoke about the failed quidditch store.” He watched as she looked at the interview with Matthew Fargo’s parents. “Why was it so important that we speak to his family first?”
“We want him well and truly pinned,” she said casually as she set aside the interview. “And now that you have Mr. Fargo in custody, he knows it as well. He’ll try to wriggle free, but you’ll get your information from him with far less effort than you would have had to use otherwise.” Letting out a long sigh, she added, “Seeing that the man is one of the biggest idiots on the face of the planet, I doubt he could see his way out of those invisible boxes mimes are so crazy about.”
“Yeah, I found out as much when he screamed that I couldn’t take him into custody for betting on a muggle sport. A bet, by the way, that was on a horse that literally died at the gate of a heart attack when the starter’s pistol went off.”
Flinching she muttered, “Talk about a man that you wouldn’t want to wager on you for anything.”
“I know,” Harry sighed. “How’s it going with all the bed rest?”
“It’s been a nerve wracking day so far,” she told him. “My husband has taken it into his head to ensure that I stay in bed. The house elves have popped me back five times already. One time when I was in the middle of a bath for Merlin sake! If the house elves continue to transfer…” Hermione vanished from the room and a moment later was screaming in fury from the bedroom.
“And that’s my cue to leave,” her friend said, laughing as he gathered his papers and left to do the interview with former auror Matthew Fargo.
***
Severus stopped in mid-sip of his third mug of coffee of the day, looking down at the little house elf that had just reported to him that they were taking good care of Mrs. Snape. This only made him worried as his idea of taking good care of her and theirs could be vastly different.
“And how pray tell have you been doing so?” he inquired.
“Wes been putting her back to bed,” Pepper told him, sounding weary. “But she’s never staying put!”
Squeezing his eyes shut, he knew that the wrath of his dear wife would know no bounds by this point and that it would make the hangover he had woken up with that morning seem like a mild headache in comparison.
“Did I tell you to keep her in bed this morning when we spoke?” he asked the little elf.
“No,” he said, frowning. “Yous said to make sure she rests for the baby.”
“Trust me,” he muttered as he stood up. “She isn’t resting. That will be all.”
Deciding to get it over with, he got up and went to their rooms. Entering the rooms as quietly as possible, Severus was expecting the worse. But what he found was anything but what he thought he would. Sitting quietly at the fireplace, Hermione was sipping on her tea and reading one of the pregnancy books that Ginny had given to her. Looking up from the text, she smiled warmly.
It was then that he knew fear.
“Hello, Severus,” she murmured, getting up, setting aside the book, and went over to him. Kissing his mouth gently, her arms went around his waist. “Feeling better?”
“Much,” he answered reluctantly.
“Good,” she replied, rubbing his back. “Do you think you can eat?”
“Why?”
Sighing she said, “Love, I know that you are more than a little worried that I may be…”
“Blazing furious,” he provided.
“Yes, exactly. And I was, I won’t deny that.” She pulled away from him and went on with, “It is just your luck that I had a visitor.”
“Who?”
“Sirius Black.”
“And what did you do with him?” he growled.
“Not what you think,” she told him, pulling him over to their shared lab.
Standing in the corner of the room was Sirius Black, tied up in ropes and gagged. A small smile lit Severus’s face as he watched as Sirius began to struggle in the bindings.
“I didn’t have to use all that much magic,” she told him. “The ropes and gag where magicked of course, but I knocked him out with a lamp.” Hermione looked over to Severus. “I think I would have just hexed him…” but then she lowered her voice to a hiss as she muttered, “But he tried to grab my breast.” She held back Severus, telling him, “Remus should be here any moment to come get him off our hands. But in the mean time, care for a lie down? All this emotional upheaval today has me whipped.”
“In a moment, witch,” he said as he went over to his life long enemy. Standing there a moment he thought over what he would say or do to the man.
It was when he was assessing the situation that his wife went over to him whispering, “I know you want to get back at him in the best way possible. And I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but you have to think of your position as the headmaster before doing something rash.”
“Then what do you suggest I do?” he asked her quietly, glaring at Sirius who was now clearly scared.
“Some times the simplest punishments are best,” she murmured, and proceeded to cup his ear and tell him.
“That sounds…promising,” Severus said, kissing her lips lightly.
“Just know that if you ever have the house elves taking care of me like they did today again that just may very well be your fate as well.” With those parting words, she turned and left knowing she had made her point.
***
Time once more for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Could I Have This Dance?" by Anne Murray. Cookies go out to sandlapper and Voracious Reader (half for her and half for her sister). If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Here's the next song. "Danger in the shape of somethin' wild/Stranger dressed in black, she's a hungry child/No one knows who she is or what her name is/I don't know where she came from or what her review is" Okay here's your clue, this 1970's song was more than likely the only hit for the original performer of this rock tune, but the song itself lives on as I'm sure it's been remade at least one time that I know of during the 1980's. I'm feeling generous so here's a little something more--is it hot in here or is it the song? There you go! Good luck and have a radical week!