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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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33
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21,205
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133
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Dressed in Memories
CHAPTER 30
“And you’re sure it looked like this?” Hermione held up the glass vial swilling the crimson liquid around it to check its consistency. Harry looked up from where he was lacing up his boots, a silver dagger concealed in the ankle.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Harry muttered as he stood up and looked over his appearance in the full-length mirror. It had been years since Harry had used these things, all of them tucked at the bottom of his trunk in the hopes he’d never need them again. Everything he wore had been a present or gift, each item as sacred to him as the memories he had of using them. From the leather duelling gloves to the leather slide that his wand sat in tucked under his invisibility cloak, all of it was gifts, intended by the giver to keep him safe in battle. Harry didn’t realise Hermione had gone silent until he caught her reflection in the mirror, his best friend staring at him her eyes brimming with tears. “Hermione don’t.” Harry whispered as he turned around, taking her into his arms and hugging her tightly.
“I’m sorry Harry, but last time you wore that we thought we’d lost you.” Harry sighed heavily and tightened his hold on Hermione who hugged him tightly in return.
“Besides this is just Malfoy we’re talking about, he’ll be a push over compared to the dark lord.” Placing a gentle kiss on Hermione’s forehead Harry took the vial from her hand and put it safely inside his cloak pocket. Straightening himself once more Harry made his way downstairs into the noise of the bar, the order of the phoenix having risen from the ashes for one night only. Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs surveying the crowd, smiling as he caught sight of various familiar wizard artefacts strewn about the room ready for use. Slowly the talk died down and Harry lowered his gaze to the floor when the room fell silent, everyone now staring at him.
“My god….” Harry glanced up as Ron stepped up to him the red head’s face one of shock. “You’ve shaved it off.” Harry was taken back by Ron’s comment having expected a reminiscent comment from the past. However Ron smiled cheekily and stroked his gloved hand over Harry’s newly shaved chin.
“Severus didn’t like it, he thinks it made me look like an unemployed, scruffy bohemian poet. So I shaved it off. What do you think?” Harry didn’t miss the tittering of laughter around the room, everyone trying to conceal their giggles knowing, unlike Snape who didn’t, that his description was exactly what Harry had become in his older years.
“What do I think? I think he better be good in bed, because you don’t shave for just anyone.” Blushing a bright pink colour Harry quickly belted Ron hard on the arm, wondering where his best friend got off on such a comment. If the bohemian poet didn’t get them, Ron’s joke had and Harry relaxed a little as everyone began laughing loudly the tension broken. In a way Harry was kind of glad, Ron had done it, helping those in the room to put aside the memories the appearance of Harry had conjured in their minds.
“So are we set?” Harry made his way over to the bar, where Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Mrs Weasley were sat all of them nursing a drink of their choice.
“Yeah, polyjuice potion has been handed out. Auror’s are just now clearing out the Hogshead and the portkey’s are ready to be activated when needed.” Sirius listed off everything he could think off and Harry nodded in agreement. This wasn’t exactly the most elaborate plan in the history of warfare but its simplicity was the key to its undoubtable success. Draco Malfoy wouldn’t know what had hit him and neither would the ministry.
“Great, let’s get a move on then its ¼ to 6 already.” Harry smiled at his godfather who took a deep calming breath before standing up and ordering everyone to start their tasks. Harry smiled as he heard the familiar crackles as wizards and witches alike began to apperate away. Finally though the pub was practically empty only Dumbledore, Ron and Harry were left.
“You’ll be okay?” Harry inquired glancing at Dumbledore who looked over his half moon glasses at Harry sternly.
“I may be old Mr Potter, but I am not incapable of looking after myself. When Professor Snape arrives I will personally see that he is cared for.” Harry nodded and turned to Ron who was waiting patiently by the door, ready to apperate.
“Good luck buddy, not that you need it.” Harry shook Ron’s offered hand, his gaze catching the glint of the muggle gun tucked in its holder under Ron’s cloak as it usually was. A thought hit Harry then, a strange thought but a persistent one. Without letting go of Ron’s hand Harry pointed at the gun with his free hand.
“Can I borrow it Ron, just for tonight.” Ron looked strangely at Harry and then the gun hesitating for a moment before sighing and nodding in agreement.
“Sure thing Harry, though I don’t know why you’re going to need it. Malfoy is a pureblood he wouldn’t fight with anything other than magic.” Harry nodded in agreement but the nagging in his mind wouldn’t go away until Ron had clipped the gun to the inside of Harry’s cloak. “Alright let’s go.” Harry nodded and with a final smile at Dumbledore standing patiently behind his now empty bar, Harry apperated away to Hogsmeade to await Draco.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Yay, three short but juicy chapters to sink your teeth into. I know they are short but they\'re descriptive enough to tell you what\'s going on and I rather like them. Anyway we\'re getting to the good part now, but if you want another update you\'ll have to stroke my muse a bit more, and not the wrong way cause I attract static. Hope you enjoyed the chapters and thanks to everyone who reviewed, it\'s nice to see some familar names popping back to say hello.
Cheers RIFFRAFF
“And you’re sure it looked like this?” Hermione held up the glass vial swilling the crimson liquid around it to check its consistency. Harry looked up from where he was lacing up his boots, a silver dagger concealed in the ankle.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Harry muttered as he stood up and looked over his appearance in the full-length mirror. It had been years since Harry had used these things, all of them tucked at the bottom of his trunk in the hopes he’d never need them again. Everything he wore had been a present or gift, each item as sacred to him as the memories he had of using them. From the leather duelling gloves to the leather slide that his wand sat in tucked under his invisibility cloak, all of it was gifts, intended by the giver to keep him safe in battle. Harry didn’t realise Hermione had gone silent until he caught her reflection in the mirror, his best friend staring at him her eyes brimming with tears. “Hermione don’t.” Harry whispered as he turned around, taking her into his arms and hugging her tightly.
“I’m sorry Harry, but last time you wore that we thought we’d lost you.” Harry sighed heavily and tightened his hold on Hermione who hugged him tightly in return.
“Besides this is just Malfoy we’re talking about, he’ll be a push over compared to the dark lord.” Placing a gentle kiss on Hermione’s forehead Harry took the vial from her hand and put it safely inside his cloak pocket. Straightening himself once more Harry made his way downstairs into the noise of the bar, the order of the phoenix having risen from the ashes for one night only. Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs surveying the crowd, smiling as he caught sight of various familiar wizard artefacts strewn about the room ready for use. Slowly the talk died down and Harry lowered his gaze to the floor when the room fell silent, everyone now staring at him.
“My god….” Harry glanced up as Ron stepped up to him the red head’s face one of shock. “You’ve shaved it off.” Harry was taken back by Ron’s comment having expected a reminiscent comment from the past. However Ron smiled cheekily and stroked his gloved hand over Harry’s newly shaved chin.
“Severus didn’t like it, he thinks it made me look like an unemployed, scruffy bohemian poet. So I shaved it off. What do you think?” Harry didn’t miss the tittering of laughter around the room, everyone trying to conceal their giggles knowing, unlike Snape who didn’t, that his description was exactly what Harry had become in his older years.
“What do I think? I think he better be good in bed, because you don’t shave for just anyone.” Blushing a bright pink colour Harry quickly belted Ron hard on the arm, wondering where his best friend got off on such a comment. If the bohemian poet didn’t get them, Ron’s joke had and Harry relaxed a little as everyone began laughing loudly the tension broken. In a way Harry was kind of glad, Ron had done it, helping those in the room to put aside the memories the appearance of Harry had conjured in their minds.
“So are we set?” Harry made his way over to the bar, where Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Mrs Weasley were sat all of them nursing a drink of their choice.
“Yeah, polyjuice potion has been handed out. Auror’s are just now clearing out the Hogshead and the portkey’s are ready to be activated when needed.” Sirius listed off everything he could think off and Harry nodded in agreement. This wasn’t exactly the most elaborate plan in the history of warfare but its simplicity was the key to its undoubtable success. Draco Malfoy wouldn’t know what had hit him and neither would the ministry.
“Great, let’s get a move on then its ¼ to 6 already.” Harry smiled at his godfather who took a deep calming breath before standing up and ordering everyone to start their tasks. Harry smiled as he heard the familiar crackles as wizards and witches alike began to apperate away. Finally though the pub was practically empty only Dumbledore, Ron and Harry were left.
“You’ll be okay?” Harry inquired glancing at Dumbledore who looked over his half moon glasses at Harry sternly.
“I may be old Mr Potter, but I am not incapable of looking after myself. When Professor Snape arrives I will personally see that he is cared for.” Harry nodded and turned to Ron who was waiting patiently by the door, ready to apperate.
“Good luck buddy, not that you need it.” Harry shook Ron’s offered hand, his gaze catching the glint of the muggle gun tucked in its holder under Ron’s cloak as it usually was. A thought hit Harry then, a strange thought but a persistent one. Without letting go of Ron’s hand Harry pointed at the gun with his free hand.
“Can I borrow it Ron, just for tonight.” Ron looked strangely at Harry and then the gun hesitating for a moment before sighing and nodding in agreement.
“Sure thing Harry, though I don’t know why you’re going to need it. Malfoy is a pureblood he wouldn’t fight with anything other than magic.” Harry nodded in agreement but the nagging in his mind wouldn’t go away until Ron had clipped the gun to the inside of Harry’s cloak. “Alright let’s go.” Harry nodded and with a final smile at Dumbledore standing patiently behind his now empty bar, Harry apperated away to Hogsmeade to await Draco.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Yay, three short but juicy chapters to sink your teeth into. I know they are short but they\'re descriptive enough to tell you what\'s going on and I rather like them. Anyway we\'re getting to the good part now, but if you want another update you\'ll have to stroke my muse a bit more, and not the wrong way cause I attract static. Hope you enjoyed the chapters and thanks to everyone who reviewed, it\'s nice to see some familar names popping back to say hello.
Cheers RIFFRAFF