Lamia's Lament

Don't worry its still Snarry but I just couldn't help myself.

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Poppy’s POV

“I never thought that you of all people would show up here to ask me of all people for help.” A snake like hiss issued from the well dressed man leaning against the mantle of his ornate fireplace. “What can I do for you Poppy?”

“Dumbledore has gone entirely too far. There was an accident in Potions and both Severus and Harry were hit with a botched Animus Potion.” I took note of his sudden interest at the mention of who was involved, he actually seemed concerned. “The potion had an entire snake heart thrown into it by that Hermione chit. Severus was turned into a Naga while Harry ended up as a Lamia, I’m not really sure why they were not changed into the same thing but when Severus awoke he immediately became violent and we had to sedate him to keep him from hurting anyone. When I suggested that we find a way to wake him up and keep him calm, Albus flat out refused to consider it. He actually wants to leave the task of figuring out the reversal for the potion to the one that caused this mess in the first place.” I began to pace as my temper started to flare. “I just can’t believe the gull of that man! I sealed the Infirmary to keep everyone out so their condition will stay secret, Dumbledore can deal with any minor injuries that occur. I came here to see if you would help me get them out of the school and as far away from that manipulative old fart as possible.”

He tilted his head to the side and seemed to analyze my expression for a moment. “Why should I help the one person in the world that is capable of killing me?” I felt my anger start to bubble but he continued on. “I am not saying that I will not help, the boy is rather interesting and his new condition is rather promising, even with Severus added to the equation.” He laughed rather sinisterly, something that he had perfected in our school years. “I’ll give you a portkey to give to them when you get back, it will take them straight to this manor and I will give you my oath that I will not harm either of them while they are here.”

I just knew that I was missing something, but this is really the only option. “Alright Tom, do you want me to explain everything to Harry before I send them. Severus should still be out and I doubt that you want to be on the business end of a Lamia’s claws.”

His smile almost made him look human. “Yes, it would certainly be unfortunate if that were to occur though I doubt that even your strongest sedative could keep a full grown Naga out for very long with a Lamia so close by. He might even already be awake so you should be on your way.” He handed me one of the snake figurines off of the mantle after he placed an untraceable portkey charm on it. “The activation word is hybrid in Parseltongue.”

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Harry’s POV

I watched as Snape continued to slither from one end of the Infirmary to the other without showing any signs of stopping and I just couldn’t take it anymore. “Professor, please sit down. Your pacing is starting to make me dizzy. There is nothing that we can really do until Poppy gets back from wherever she went. She is probably trying to find a way to get us out of here anyway.” I couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh as he finally came to a stop to stare at me.

My relief was rather short lived as he stared intensely for a moment before slowly sliding closer, as if afraid that I would bolt, which was a possibility as he’s starting to weird me out a bit. “Professor, are you alright?” He ignored my question entirely as he came to a stop only a couple of inches away from me, I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. I had to tilt my head back to look into his face and I found him tracing my features with his eyes and it was then I realized that his eyes were back to the bottomless pools that they had been the moment he woke up. I started to back up when one of his arms shot out and wrapped around my waist before pulling me against him and keeping me there.
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Snape’s POV

The entire situation was maddening; I felt the intense urge to strangle that Granger chit. She managed to cause more havoc in one class then the Longbottom boy has done since he first stepped into my classroom. I spent several minutes trying to come up with a way to get out of this hellhole but the chances were not good, they were a little conspicuous. I must have been making my thirtieth pass when Harry’s voice broke through my concentration. I made the mistake of looking at him, which I had been studiously avoiding and felt my body flush. He was coiled near one of the Infirmary beds with a small flush across his cheeks as he subconsciously nibbled on his lower lip. I could feel my new creature side roaring to be let out to claim him and I couldn’t find any reason to fight it, the boy had always captivated me. His personality, so different from his father, caught my attention when he was younger though I still had my part to play and as he aged he became more and more beautiful by the year. I felt myself losing control and I let go. I almost groaned as I pulled the boy against me and his scales slide against my own, the friction sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were wide and confused as they met mine and I felt myself bending slightly to taste his plump red lips when the door burst open and my world went black, someone was going to pay when I next woke up.

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Harry’s POV

I startled as the doors burst open and a harried looking Poppy flew into the room with wide eyes. She quickly surveyed the room before stunning Snape, causing his to fall to the floor unconscious, and since he still had his arms around me he took me down with him. Poppy helped me wiggle my way, which was quite embarrassing for the both of us, out of his arms and back into an upright position. “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

I couldn’t help but stare in fascination for a moment; I had never seen her look so unhinged. “No he wasn’t even trying to hurt me; he was just staring at me. Where did you go?”

Poppy spared a brief glance at Snape before pulling a small silver snake figurine out of her pocket and presenting it to me with a mildly accomplished look crossing her features reminding me of Luna after she managed to outwit Hermione about one of her creatures. “I went to seek help from a very old friend I went to school with. He agreed to help you both as well as promising to cause no harm to either of you. He gave me this portkey to take you to his manor; the password is ‘hybrid’ in Parseltongue.”

I had a feeling that my eyes resembled saucers at this point; there was only one wizard in the world that would give someone a portkey with a Parseltongue password. “You went to school with Voldemort?”

She threw her head back and laughed, it took several minutes for her to calm down. “Out of all the things you could ask about the most important one to you is that I went to school with Tom Riddle.”

I felt the blush crawling up my neck. “Well, Voldemort is seventy years old and I thought that you were maybe forty at the very most. It just caught me a little off guard.”

The smile that lit up her face was worth my embarrassment. “Witches and wizards age fairly slowly because of the magic that flows through our veins, even Tom was able to restore his body to its origin form and looks no older then Snape. The more magic that a person has the slower their bodies age. Dumbledore is well over a hundred and fifty years old.” She seemed to shake herself. “We really don’t have time to make small talk, Dumbledore is not likely to leave things the way they are for very long before he attempts to gain control over this new form of yours. You need to take this portkey and activate it while holding some part of Severus and you must not let go. Tom may be a Dark Lord, but in this case he is the lesser of two evils. I’ll stay here, as far as Dumbledore will know Severus managed to wake up, which is true, and when I tried to subdue him he overpowered me and managed to activate a hidden portkey which whisked the two of you away. Most of it is the truth so it shouldn’t be too hard to keep the old man satisfied, now go.”

I wound myself as tightly as I could around Snape, I didn’t want to lose him after all, and activated the portkey. My stomach lurched as the familiar sensation of a hook behind my navel was felt before my senses were assaulted by the tornado of colors. I made sure that my hold on Snape never loosened even when we both hit the floor of what was obviously Voldemort’s manor and I lost consciousness gratefully, Lamia were not meant to travel by portkey.

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Voldemort’s POV

I felt a surge of rage when the intertwined forms landed on my study floor; my only consolation was that they were both completely unconscious. I wasted no time in separating them and making sure that nothing had happened to Harry that would shorten Severus’ life. I felt no small amount of pleasure when I found no claiming mark on him, I would not have my plans completely ruined by a creature’s instincts, not that I would be completely against sharing him but no one would claim him before me. I regretted my actions to the boy, if only I had seen the possibilities that Halloween night, but I had been blinded by rage over a prophecy that I did not know the entirety of. The boy was powerful and beautiful even as an infant and he had felt no fear at being on the other side of my wand.

Perhaps that was why the boy enthralled me so, even the bravest of Aurors felt a surge of fear when facing me and a small child had been completely unfazed even after watching his mother fall. Every year that I faced the boy there was no fear, only the determination to survive. It wasn’t long after I was revived that I had devoted myself to finding a way to circumvent the prophecy and even went so far as restoring my body to retrieve the prophecy myself. The only thing that I had not been able to restore was my natural eye color, but I am rather fond of the red anyway.

It took very little time to place each of the new snake hybrids into separate rooms; I would not have Severus waking up in a mating haze around my Harry. The only thing that I had to do now was wait for them to wake up and start weaving my plan. Hopefully the manor would soon be filled with dozens of green eyed children and the world would be ours.