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Draconic Recall
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,071
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Back to the Kitchen with Sev and Harry...
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"Harry?" A harsh low voice roused him from his memories. Sev was staring at him, a little suspicious of the long silence. Harry gave him a vague smile and tightened his grip on the long pale fingers still entwined with his own.
"I was just thinking." He stuck ton tongue out at the snort from the potions master. "I wanted to tell you something."
"Very mature. What do you wish to inform me of now? His tea must be long since cold, but Sev sipped at it anyway.
"It was Dragon Tear." He sipped at his milk, trying not to look up.
He had waited ten years to tell Severus that. After Draco's death, the potions master had made a yearlong attempt to find out what had stolen his lover from him. He had somehow known that it was Harry who had done the deed though he never out right accused him or even asked him how. It seemed the simple obsessive nature of the puzzle distracted him from the immediate harshest grief.
"That"¦.that's impossible." Harry glanced up at Snape's face.
"Why? I just found the flower, distilled it"¦it wasn't that hard to find for something that's supposed to be rare."
"Harry"¦did you ever stop to think why something so easily found is never used? A healing spell that powerful?"
"I assumed it was because in the wrong dose it kills. But now I assume I was mistaken."
"You always played with things that were too dangerous for you, Potter." The potions master stared at the man he still thought of as an errant student. "Dragon Tear was banished from use because it was completely unpredictable. It was used for a long time as a healing potion with no ill effects until 1238 when it began to do wild unpredictable things. It was later traced to the emotion of the one administrating the potion. Some of the recipients went mad or were torn apart by invisible hands, others still were rendered magically useless. In one case"¦.the body died once and then was resurrected years later. After that every single one of those blooms was found and destroyed. There are none left in the known world."
"I found it in the mountains just outside the school." Harry managed to say around the lump in his throat. "A whole clump of blue blossoms. How is it possible"¦ resurrected?"
"As if he had never died, all the wounds he had initially sustained were gone. What passed for a Ministry back then kept it all a secret gavegave him a home in the country. Those allowed to research it had a lot of theories. The main hypothesis was that since the one who had administered the potion was his wife, her love revived him. An over emotional idea, I've always gone with one of the side theories, that the she gave him the potion in such a large quantity that his body went into a prolonged magical healing shock. His wounds were sustained in a wizard's duel and should have been unfixable. Dragon Tear would have suspended him until it was completely healed, before reviving him. The account describes him waking in a tomb."
The silence stretched taut between them as they both mulled over the same thought. Draco's wounds had been magical and Harry had dosed him with the pure substance.
"How long was he dead?"
"A decade. He revived on the anniversary of his death."
"Do you have a date for October sixth?" Harry asked, trying to maintain a light tone. "There's this really nice mausoleum I've been meaning to camp out at in the middle of the night."
"Harry?" A harsh low voice roused him from his memories. Sev was staring at him, a little suspicious of the long silence. Harry gave him a vague smile and tightened his grip on the long pale fingers still entwined with his own.
"I was just thinking." He stuck ton tongue out at the snort from the potions master. "I wanted to tell you something."
"Very mature. What do you wish to inform me of now? His tea must be long since cold, but Sev sipped at it anyway.
"It was Dragon Tear." He sipped at his milk, trying not to look up.
He had waited ten years to tell Severus that. After Draco's death, the potions master had made a yearlong attempt to find out what had stolen his lover from him. He had somehow known that it was Harry who had done the deed though he never out right accused him or even asked him how. It seemed the simple obsessive nature of the puzzle distracted him from the immediate harshest grief.
"That"¦.that's impossible." Harry glanced up at Snape's face.
"Why? I just found the flower, distilled it"¦it wasn't that hard to find for something that's supposed to be rare."
"Harry"¦did you ever stop to think why something so easily found is never used? A healing spell that powerful?"
"I assumed it was because in the wrong dose it kills. But now I assume I was mistaken."
"You always played with things that were too dangerous for you, Potter." The potions master stared at the man he still thought of as an errant student. "Dragon Tear was banished from use because it was completely unpredictable. It was used for a long time as a healing potion with no ill effects until 1238 when it began to do wild unpredictable things. It was later traced to the emotion of the one administrating the potion. Some of the recipients went mad or were torn apart by invisible hands, others still were rendered magically useless. In one case"¦.the body died once and then was resurrected years later. After that every single one of those blooms was found and destroyed. There are none left in the known world."
"I found it in the mountains just outside the school." Harry managed to say around the lump in his throat. "A whole clump of blue blossoms. How is it possible"¦ resurrected?"
"As if he had never died, all the wounds he had initially sustained were gone. What passed for a Ministry back then kept it all a secret gavegave him a home in the country. Those allowed to research it had a lot of theories. The main hypothesis was that since the one who had administered the potion was his wife, her love revived him. An over emotional idea, I've always gone with one of the side theories, that the she gave him the potion in such a large quantity that his body went into a prolonged magical healing shock. His wounds were sustained in a wizard's duel and should have been unfixable. Dragon Tear would have suspended him until it was completely healed, before reviving him. The account describes him waking in a tomb."
The silence stretched taut between them as they both mulled over the same thought. Draco's wounds had been magical and Harry had dosed him with the pure substance.
"How long was he dead?"
"A decade. He revived on the anniversary of his death."
"Do you have a date for October sixth?" Harry asked, trying to maintain a light tone. "There's this really nice mausoleum I've been meaning to camp out at in the middle of the night."