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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
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3
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3,967
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12
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Chapter 2 : Catching up with the present
Disclaimer; You know the drill. Anything you recognize is not mine (I wish), I don't make money (at all in fact), and if you don't sue I won't tell your mother that you read this kind of stories.
A/N: This is the first story I have decided to publish even though it is a WIP. It hasn't been beta'ed, so there might be typos and bad grammar, but please don't spank me for it. English is not my native language. Oh, and if you do find any, or merely wish to comment, please leave feedback. If you only wish to flame, don't bother, as it will only make yourself look stupid. After all, there are all kinds of warnings here.
Also, I am not entirely happy with this chapter, but decided that I just had to post it in order to get on with the story. Oh and I should probably mention that the rating is for later chapters, just to cover my ass if I get too carried away. I tend to when it comes to sex scenes. ^.^
Warnings: This is a slash story, meaning that Severus and Harry will do all kinds of naughty things together. There will also be some underage experimentation in this story, but the story is meant to cover several years so they will both be consenting adults in no time. Oh, and I have a twisted mind, so basically anything can happen. Don't say I didn't warn you.
On with the show.
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Chapter 2 : Catching up with the present
The mediwizard scanned Harry while asking him how he felt and if he was in pain. When Harry mentioned the ache in his back the nurse left to get a potion. As soon as she got back, and Harry had swallowed the potion with a grimace, the mediwizard and nurse left. The Auror was still standing by the door and Harry looked at her expectantly. The Auror seemed quite young, and Harry suspected that she had been assigned the task of waiting for him to wake up simply because she was expendable.
“Um… So Mr. Potter… Are you fit to answer some questions now?”
“Eh, yeah I guess. What do you want to know?”
“Ah, well, I was told to inform my supervisor when you were ready to be questioned, so… I will be right back.”
She blushed a little and hurriedly exited the door. Harry guessed that she was embarrassed that she hadn’t handled the situation better.
When he finally was alone again he made another attempt at getting out of bed. This time it went better, and the pain was more bearable. He shuffled out the door and across the hall towards a door with a small painted sign with a wizard on it. The wizard nodded his head at Harry when he entered the bathroom. It was with slight amusement that Harry felt Merlin’s surprise and curiosity upon seeing the toilet. He explained how a modern toilet worked while he made use of it, and when he flushed he couldn’t help but giggle at the mental jump backwards Merlin did. He flushed again just to explain how the plumbing worked. When Merlin commented that back in his day all they had were a hole in the ground, Harry giggled again at the thought of the most powerful wizard of all time balancing on the edge of a hole while trying to wipe himself with a handful of dried grass. A sudden knock on the door made him jump.
“Harry, you in there mate?”
“Eh, yes. Be right out. I just have to wash my hands.”
Harry stopped outside the open door to his room to straighten out his hospital-robe when he heard Ron’s voice.
“I’m telling you, he was giggling like crazy in there, and I heard him flush twice. And when he woke up he talked to someone, but there weren’t anyone in the room with him.”
“Oh Ron, that doesn’t mean that Voldemort has possessed him.”
Harry stepped into the room.
“I can assure you that this time Voldemort is really dead. I destroyed the last Horcrux just minutes before I killed him. There is no way he had time to make another one, even if he had been aware that Nagini was dead, which I don’t believe he were.”
Hermione jumped up and ran over to pull Harry into a big hug. He couldn’t help but let out a little whimper when she accidentally put her hand on his wound. She quickly pulled back and apologized, but Harry just smiled and told her not to worry. He got back into the bed and Ron and Hermione started talking at the same time.
“Mum went to get…”
“There is a small army of reporters…”
They both shut up at the same time and looked at each other.
“You go first.”
“No you.”
“Oh, ok.”
Ron turned towards Harry again while Hermione slid her hand into Ron’s.
“Mum went to get you some food after the nurse said you could eat. She has been hovering over your and the twins all the time, and the head nurse threatened to have her thrown out if she got in the way.”
He gave Hermione’s hand a squeeze to indicate that he was done, and the movement drew Harry’s attention to the fact that they were still holding hands. He smiled, hoping that this meant what he thought it meant. Then he shifted his attention to Hermione as she started talking.
“There is a small army of reporters waiting by the entrance, and Shacklebolt had to place a charm around the entire ward to keep them from trying to sneak in to take photos of you. There was even one reporter who got stuck in an air-vent. And Rita Skeeter finally got caught as an unlicensed animagus.”
There vas a glint of gleeful satisfaction in Hermione’s eyes.
“Now that you are awake I am sure that the reporters will want to hear a statement from you, or try to get an interview. Although I am sure that the Minister will want to talk with you first. And the Aurors have been waiting for a chance to question you since you appeared in front of Hogwarts. You should see some of the speculations that have been going on in the newspapers. Everything from you being a magical creature, to you really being Dumbledore using polyjuice. Someone even suggested that you were the one who let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts last year, but Draco went out publicly and admitted to doing that on his fathers orders”
“Yeah, Ron mentioned that Draco had turned himself in.”
“Not only him. It seems there has been a steady trickle of people seeking refuge from their Death Eater relatives. The Ministry has had to transfigure several areas in the basement to keep them all safe until all named Death Eaters have been apprehended.”
Just then 3 people entered the room, Molly, Shacklebolt and the young Auror. Molly were carrying a tray of assorted food and glaring slightly at Shacklebolt. He on the other side looked completely composed, despite the empty sleeve hanging down on his right side. Harry glanced at it, then his eyes went wide. He could see the curse, twisting and weaving. It looked like a dark purplegreen cloud around the stub of Shacklebolt’s upper arm.
Shacklebolt was almost by the bed by the time he noticed Harry’s look. He was used to the looks by now, but the way Harry was looking at it was not like the pitying or morbidly fascinated looks other gave him. Before he got around to asking, Harry had gotten out of bed and taken the two steps it took to close the distance between them. He seemed totally oblivious to anything else in the room, and as he lifted his hand towards him, Shacklebolt felt slightly apprehensive.
‘How is it possible?’
‘You mean you couldn’t see magic earlier?’
‘No. Well yes, some of it. But not like this.’
‘Oh. I thought every wizard and witch did. Maybe it was just me then? I never really thought that much about it. I guess there might be other things I took for granted as well.’
Merlin was silent for a few seconds, then;
‘May I?’
Harry knew what he was asking, and let him take control of his magic and his body. Fascinated he watched how the flow of the curse changed with a slight pulse of magic here and a prod there, and suddenly the whole thing unraveled and came apart. Immediately Merlin gave him back control of his body, and Harry took a step back. By the widening of his eyes Harry could tell that Shacklebolt had realized what had happened. His voice seemed slightly chocked when he asked; “How?”
Harry just shrugged and crawled back into the bed. He didn’t know how to explain about Merlin. When he was propped up with a few pillows Molly placed the food tray above his lap with a levitation charm on it. Hermione was looking at him curiously, while Ron eyed the food. At a prod from Merlin Harry offhandedly said to Shacklebolt;
“You might want to conjure up a chair, because I suspect that with the curse gone all the potions and spells they used to attempt to regrow your arm will kick in at once.”
A gasp from Molly was the only sound in the room, then the young Auror hurriedly conjured up a ghastly green and pink chair just as Shacklebolt winced and grabbed his shoulder. Ron nearly chocked on a piece of ham and Hermione quickly cast a spell on him that made him cough it up, then she turned towards Harry with wide eyes.
“You broke the curse?”
Harry nodded, realizing that he shouldn’t have been able to do it, but then again he couldn’t just leave Shacklebolt like that when he could do something about it. It wasn’t until Hermiones next question that he realized why she looked so much in awe.
“Harry, where is your wand?”
A/N: This is the first story I have decided to publish even though it is a WIP. It hasn't been beta'ed, so there might be typos and bad grammar, but please don't spank me for it. English is not my native language. Oh, and if you do find any, or merely wish to comment, please leave feedback. If you only wish to flame, don't bother, as it will only make yourself look stupid. After all, there are all kinds of warnings here.
Also, I am not entirely happy with this chapter, but decided that I just had to post it in order to get on with the story. Oh and I should probably mention that the rating is for later chapters, just to cover my ass if I get too carried away. I tend to when it comes to sex scenes. ^.^
Warnings: This is a slash story, meaning that Severus and Harry will do all kinds of naughty things together. There will also be some underage experimentation in this story, but the story is meant to cover several years so they will both be consenting adults in no time. Oh, and I have a twisted mind, so basically anything can happen. Don't say I didn't warn you.
On with the show.
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Chapter 2 : Catching up with the present
The mediwizard scanned Harry while asking him how he felt and if he was in pain. When Harry mentioned the ache in his back the nurse left to get a potion. As soon as she got back, and Harry had swallowed the potion with a grimace, the mediwizard and nurse left. The Auror was still standing by the door and Harry looked at her expectantly. The Auror seemed quite young, and Harry suspected that she had been assigned the task of waiting for him to wake up simply because she was expendable.
“Um… So Mr. Potter… Are you fit to answer some questions now?”
“Eh, yeah I guess. What do you want to know?”
“Ah, well, I was told to inform my supervisor when you were ready to be questioned, so… I will be right back.”
She blushed a little and hurriedly exited the door. Harry guessed that she was embarrassed that she hadn’t handled the situation better.
When he finally was alone again he made another attempt at getting out of bed. This time it went better, and the pain was more bearable. He shuffled out the door and across the hall towards a door with a small painted sign with a wizard on it. The wizard nodded his head at Harry when he entered the bathroom. It was with slight amusement that Harry felt Merlin’s surprise and curiosity upon seeing the toilet. He explained how a modern toilet worked while he made use of it, and when he flushed he couldn’t help but giggle at the mental jump backwards Merlin did. He flushed again just to explain how the plumbing worked. When Merlin commented that back in his day all they had were a hole in the ground, Harry giggled again at the thought of the most powerful wizard of all time balancing on the edge of a hole while trying to wipe himself with a handful of dried grass. A sudden knock on the door made him jump.
“Harry, you in there mate?”
“Eh, yes. Be right out. I just have to wash my hands.”
Harry stopped outside the open door to his room to straighten out his hospital-robe when he heard Ron’s voice.
“I’m telling you, he was giggling like crazy in there, and I heard him flush twice. And when he woke up he talked to someone, but there weren’t anyone in the room with him.”
“Oh Ron, that doesn’t mean that Voldemort has possessed him.”
Harry stepped into the room.
“I can assure you that this time Voldemort is really dead. I destroyed the last Horcrux just minutes before I killed him. There is no way he had time to make another one, even if he had been aware that Nagini was dead, which I don’t believe he were.”
Hermione jumped up and ran over to pull Harry into a big hug. He couldn’t help but let out a little whimper when she accidentally put her hand on his wound. She quickly pulled back and apologized, but Harry just smiled and told her not to worry. He got back into the bed and Ron and Hermione started talking at the same time.
“Mum went to get…”
“There is a small army of reporters…”
They both shut up at the same time and looked at each other.
“You go first.”
“No you.”
“Oh, ok.”
Ron turned towards Harry again while Hermione slid her hand into Ron’s.
“Mum went to get you some food after the nurse said you could eat. She has been hovering over your and the twins all the time, and the head nurse threatened to have her thrown out if she got in the way.”
He gave Hermione’s hand a squeeze to indicate that he was done, and the movement drew Harry’s attention to the fact that they were still holding hands. He smiled, hoping that this meant what he thought it meant. Then he shifted his attention to Hermione as she started talking.
“There is a small army of reporters waiting by the entrance, and Shacklebolt had to place a charm around the entire ward to keep them from trying to sneak in to take photos of you. There was even one reporter who got stuck in an air-vent. And Rita Skeeter finally got caught as an unlicensed animagus.”
There vas a glint of gleeful satisfaction in Hermione’s eyes.
“Now that you are awake I am sure that the reporters will want to hear a statement from you, or try to get an interview. Although I am sure that the Minister will want to talk with you first. And the Aurors have been waiting for a chance to question you since you appeared in front of Hogwarts. You should see some of the speculations that have been going on in the newspapers. Everything from you being a magical creature, to you really being Dumbledore using polyjuice. Someone even suggested that you were the one who let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts last year, but Draco went out publicly and admitted to doing that on his fathers orders”
“Yeah, Ron mentioned that Draco had turned himself in.”
“Not only him. It seems there has been a steady trickle of people seeking refuge from their Death Eater relatives. The Ministry has had to transfigure several areas in the basement to keep them all safe until all named Death Eaters have been apprehended.”
Just then 3 people entered the room, Molly, Shacklebolt and the young Auror. Molly were carrying a tray of assorted food and glaring slightly at Shacklebolt. He on the other side looked completely composed, despite the empty sleeve hanging down on his right side. Harry glanced at it, then his eyes went wide. He could see the curse, twisting and weaving. It looked like a dark purplegreen cloud around the stub of Shacklebolt’s upper arm.
Shacklebolt was almost by the bed by the time he noticed Harry’s look. He was used to the looks by now, but the way Harry was looking at it was not like the pitying or morbidly fascinated looks other gave him. Before he got around to asking, Harry had gotten out of bed and taken the two steps it took to close the distance between them. He seemed totally oblivious to anything else in the room, and as he lifted his hand towards him, Shacklebolt felt slightly apprehensive.
‘How is it possible?’
‘You mean you couldn’t see magic earlier?’
‘No. Well yes, some of it. But not like this.’
‘Oh. I thought every wizard and witch did. Maybe it was just me then? I never really thought that much about it. I guess there might be other things I took for granted as well.’
Merlin was silent for a few seconds, then;
‘May I?’
Harry knew what he was asking, and let him take control of his magic and his body. Fascinated he watched how the flow of the curse changed with a slight pulse of magic here and a prod there, and suddenly the whole thing unraveled and came apart. Immediately Merlin gave him back control of his body, and Harry took a step back. By the widening of his eyes Harry could tell that Shacklebolt had realized what had happened. His voice seemed slightly chocked when he asked; “How?”
Harry just shrugged and crawled back into the bed. He didn’t know how to explain about Merlin. When he was propped up with a few pillows Molly placed the food tray above his lap with a levitation charm on it. Hermione was looking at him curiously, while Ron eyed the food. At a prod from Merlin Harry offhandedly said to Shacklebolt;
“You might want to conjure up a chair, because I suspect that with the curse gone all the potions and spells they used to attempt to regrow your arm will kick in at once.”
A gasp from Molly was the only sound in the room, then the young Auror hurriedly conjured up a ghastly green and pink chair just as Shacklebolt winced and grabbed his shoulder. Ron nearly chocked on a piece of ham and Hermione quickly cast a spell on him that made him cough it up, then she turned towards Harry with wide eyes.
“You broke the curse?”
Harry nodded, realizing that he shouldn’t have been able to do it, but then again he couldn’t just leave Shacklebolt like that when he could do something about it. It wasn’t until Hermiones next question that he realized why she looked so much in awe.
“Harry, where is your wand?”