In Light of a Prediction (A Halloween Ritual)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,840
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16
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Part 4 - The Doom
Fic title: A Halloween Ritual
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… Halloween.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 4 /
Word Count: 738
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Part 4 – The Doom
“Potter, if you think…”
“Why don’t you just shut it, Severus?” Harry snorted, interrupting the tirade he knew was coming, as he set his bags down inside the doorway to the small cottage that Albus had ‘secured’ for their enforced vacation. He turned to look at the rapidly reddening face, a slight smirk tugging uncharacteristically at his lips. “I know that you are just as upset as I am about this, but yelling and screaming will not make the time go by any faster.”
Severus’ mouth snapped shut and he glared at Potter as he snatched up his bag, stomping down the hall to the first bedroom he found. Harry grinned as the door was slammed shut behind him, glad the he had managed to pull one over on Severus. It wasn’t often that he was able to silence the snarky man, whose repertoire for insults was larger than Hogwart’s library.
He stooped down and picked up his bag, sauntering down the hallway, he grinned as he passed Severus’ door, hearing the bangs and thuds as the man took his temper out on his room. As he pushed open his door, his grin faded a bit. Now that he thought about it, it wasn’t very smart of him to antagonize Severus, especially since they were going to be stuck together in this house for the next three weeks.
He dropped his back on the chair next to the bed and plopped down hard, dropping his head to cradle it between his two hands. ‘Three weeks,’ he thought dejectedly. How was he going to handle being cooped up with Severus for three weeks.
He lifted his head and stared blankly at the wall. Draco had pulled him aside after dinner the night before, excited for his friend at this opportunity. He vividly recalled the conversation.
“Harry, this is your chance, don’t you see?” Draco said, as he bounced around Harry’s living room excitedly. “You get to spend three whole weeks with Severus, now is your chance to get him to love you back.”
He snorted now as he remembered his hope that had come with the conversation, only to be dashed away this morning when both he and Severus had arrived in Albus’ office. The cold glare that he had received as they both took hold of the old boot, that Albus had charmed into a portkey, had told him all that he needed to know. There was no way in hell that he would ever get a chance to show Severus how much he wanted it to be him that he loved. He was doomed.
~~*~*~~
Severus slammed the door behind him, seething with anger. ‘How dare Potter tell him to shut up!’ he thought, throwing his bag on top of the bed and ripping the top open. He pulled out his clothing and stormed across the room to dump them in the dresser, closing it with a solid thump. He leaned his hands against the top and stared into the mirror atop the dresser, his rage draining as he looked at the stress obviously gracing his features.
How was he going to handle being cooped up with Harry for three weeks. Draco had skipped into his quarters earlier this morning to offer him a cheerful hand at packing for his upcoming trip. His godson’s bubbly happiness had nearly made him throw up. He vividly remembered what Draco had said when he had asked him why he was so blasted happy.
“Just think, Sev, you get to spend three weeks with Harry. This is your chance to finally let him know how you feel about him. Good for it, Sev,” Draco said as he bounced back and forth from his closet to his bag.
He snorted derisively at the picture that filled his mind, as much as his heart had leapt at the possibility of a chance with Harry, it had been dashed away this morning when they had met in Albus’ office. The look on Harry’s face had been one of absolute aversion at having to spend his vacation with him. He had fallen back into his protective mode and had glared at Harry as they both took hold of the old boot Albus had made into a portkey.
Now, he was stuck here with Harry for the next three weeks, without a chance in hell that they would ever come to any understanding. He was doomed.
~TBC~
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… Halloween.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 4 /
Word Count: 738
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Part 4 – The Doom
“Potter, if you think…”
“Why don’t you just shut it, Severus?” Harry snorted, interrupting the tirade he knew was coming, as he set his bags down inside the doorway to the small cottage that Albus had ‘secured’ for their enforced vacation. He turned to look at the rapidly reddening face, a slight smirk tugging uncharacteristically at his lips. “I know that you are just as upset as I am about this, but yelling and screaming will not make the time go by any faster.”
Severus’ mouth snapped shut and he glared at Potter as he snatched up his bag, stomping down the hall to the first bedroom he found. Harry grinned as the door was slammed shut behind him, glad the he had managed to pull one over on Severus. It wasn’t often that he was able to silence the snarky man, whose repertoire for insults was larger than Hogwart’s library.
He stooped down and picked up his bag, sauntering down the hallway, he grinned as he passed Severus’ door, hearing the bangs and thuds as the man took his temper out on his room. As he pushed open his door, his grin faded a bit. Now that he thought about it, it wasn’t very smart of him to antagonize Severus, especially since they were going to be stuck together in this house for the next three weeks.
He dropped his back on the chair next to the bed and plopped down hard, dropping his head to cradle it between his two hands. ‘Three weeks,’ he thought dejectedly. How was he going to handle being cooped up with Severus for three weeks.
He lifted his head and stared blankly at the wall. Draco had pulled him aside after dinner the night before, excited for his friend at this opportunity. He vividly recalled the conversation.
“Harry, this is your chance, don’t you see?” Draco said, as he bounced around Harry’s living room excitedly. “You get to spend three whole weeks with Severus, now is your chance to get him to love you back.”
He snorted now as he remembered his hope that had come with the conversation, only to be dashed away this morning when both he and Severus had arrived in Albus’ office. The cold glare that he had received as they both took hold of the old boot, that Albus had charmed into a portkey, had told him all that he needed to know. There was no way in hell that he would ever get a chance to show Severus how much he wanted it to be him that he loved. He was doomed.
~~*~*~~
Severus slammed the door behind him, seething with anger. ‘How dare Potter tell him to shut up!’ he thought, throwing his bag on top of the bed and ripping the top open. He pulled out his clothing and stormed across the room to dump them in the dresser, closing it with a solid thump. He leaned his hands against the top and stared into the mirror atop the dresser, his rage draining as he looked at the stress obviously gracing his features.
How was he going to handle being cooped up with Harry for three weeks. Draco had skipped into his quarters earlier this morning to offer him a cheerful hand at packing for his upcoming trip. His godson’s bubbly happiness had nearly made him throw up. He vividly remembered what Draco had said when he had asked him why he was so blasted happy.
“Just think, Sev, you get to spend three weeks with Harry. This is your chance to finally let him know how you feel about him. Good for it, Sev,” Draco said as he bounced back and forth from his closet to his bag.
He snorted derisively at the picture that filled his mind, as much as his heart had leapt at the possibility of a chance with Harry, it had been dashed away this morning when they had met in Albus’ office. The look on Harry’s face had been one of absolute aversion at having to spend his vacation with him. He had fallen back into his protective mode and had glared at Harry as they both took hold of the old boot Albus had made into a portkey.
Now, he was stuck here with Harry for the next three weeks, without a chance in hell that they would ever come to any understanding. He was doomed.
~TBC~