The Orb of Fate
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
12,594
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
At 12 Grimmauld place.
The Orb of Fate by SnapesAngel
Disclaimer: As everyone should know I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K Rowling. (Unless I see fit to add some from my imagination, but honestly, if Rowling would want to use them I wouldn’t be complaining) Please don’t sue me considering I don’t have anything worth having.
I have a Beta now so every mistake is her fault. Just thought you should know that *lol*. No! She’s fabulous! Thank you so much!
Katie K: About the grammar mistakes I have a beta now so hopefully all mistakes are gone. *smile*
Phoenix: Shouldn’t you say poor Harry? It’s not Remus who has to ‘form a union’ with Snape… that’s a totally different story *lol*. Thank you *huggles for the nice review*
chys: Well this story is full of the awful cliffies. Horrid but true ;)
Eci_Frog: Hello there neighbour. It’s nice to see some from our fine countries here *smile*. Robinson VIP yay! *LOL*. I did update before Friday, but I have no idea when I will update again because I have a huge test/exam on Saturday. We’ll see… When I get bored of studying I’ll write a little.
Well Snape is Snape… let’s just say his not thrilled about ‘the situation’ *smile evilly*. This will be from Harry’s point of view.
Enjoy the new chapter and if you would like to e-mail me do so at: snapesangel83@yahoo.se
Please take time to write me a review.
Chapter description: At 12 Grimmauld place. Harry meets Ginny but doesn’t get any answers.
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The door at 12 Grimmauld Place opened and Mrs Weasley greeted him with a very serious look on her face. The second nerve-racking look he had received that day.
“Welcome Harry, do come in. Dumbledore should be here to talk to you tomorrow morning.” This had to be serious when Mrs Weasley didn’t greet him with the usual fussing about. Harry entered just as Ginny walked down the stairs.
“Harry!” she greeted without thinking and the drapes covering Mrs Black\'s portrait fell open. Not even a second later Mrs Black began screaming at them to leave her house: that they were nothing but filthy rats and didn’t deserve to live. Harry tried to ignore her. Seeing her and hearing her voice made him think of Sirius and he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want to go back to the depression that had overwhelmed him last summer. All he wanted to do was take down the painting, set it on fire, watch it slowly burn, and revel in Mrs. Black\'s screams. He would if he only knew how to get that stupid painting off the wall. He even thought that Mrs Weasley would be happy to join him in that activity.
When the drapes had been forced over Mrs Black’s painting again Ginny had been sent to her room and Harry escorted to the kitchen. Mrs Weasley was currently putting so much food on his plate that if he ate it all he would probably not be able to walk for several days. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he was already full and too nervous to eat anything. Dumbledore wasn’t going to talk to him until tomorrow, but why couldn’t someone else tell him something. The feeling of being excluded returned.
“Mrs Weasley?” he asked as he made himself eat some of his fried eggs. “What is this all about? Is it Voldemort?”
She shuddered visually when he mentioned the name but she also seemed confused. So did Lupin and Tonks.
“But Harry, didn’t you get the letter?” Lupin asked softly, almost like he was talking to a hurt animal.
Harry shook his head but corrected himself. ”I got Dumbledore’s letter. It said to pack my things and wait for you”
“Harry, the letter from…” Tonks started but was interrupted by Mrs Weasley.
“We really should wait for Dumbledore to talk to Harry about this situation, shouldn’t we?” It wasn’t a question and the conversation ended there.
‘Why can’t they just bloody tell me? Dumbledore better show up tomorrow or I’m going to find him myself. Or force Lupin to tell me.’ He thought angrily, but didn’t say anything about it.
After he ate a little more and Mrs Weasley was assured he wasn’t going to die of famine overnight, he went upstairs. He opened the door to his usual room and was greeted by Ginny sitting on his bed.
“I didn’t know you were coming here.” She said and jumped off the bed to give him a hug.
“Yeah well, here I am. Disappointed?” Not even Harry expected it to come out so harsh. Ginny eyed him over and took a small step back. She probably thought he was going to try and curse her.
“Ahm… I wondered why Dumbledore and Snape were here at an emergency meeting a couple of days ago. It must have been something to do with you?” At the mention of Snape’s name Harry frowned.
“You know, I really don’t want to talk to you after what you have done.” He spat angrily.
Ginny looked completely stunned. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about! The letter? You didn’t think I was going to figure it out did you? Of course you didn’t. I bet you all had fun writing it too! Let’s pick on Harry. He doesn’t have enough trouble as it is! Was that it?” Harry let all of his feelings that had built up over the past couple of days pour out.
Ginny stared at him, her mouth hanging open in shock.
“Where’s Ron?” he finished. He needed to talk to Ron.
Ginny’s voice was barely a whisper. “He’s with Fred and George at their shop. I don’t think he knows you’re here either.”
Harry stared back at her, and then it dawned on him. Ron! It was Ron who had conspired with the twins about the letter, not Ginny. He felt like a complete asshole.
“I’m sorry, I thought… that you and… well I was wrong. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry.” He stuttered. The only answer he received was a nod and a very concerned look before she left the room.
So it was Ron! ‘He better get here soon! When he does, I’m going to kill him.’ Harry thought bitterly. It had been great to let some of the frustration out but now when he was alone in the bedroom he couldn’t stop thinking about ‘his situation’ as everyone liked to call it. What situation? It had to be something with Voldemort, what else could it be?
Harry slipped under the bedcovers and fell into a restless sleep.
Disclaimer: As everyone should know I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K Rowling. (Unless I see fit to add some from my imagination, but honestly, if Rowling would want to use them I wouldn’t be complaining) Please don’t sue me considering I don’t have anything worth having.
I have a Beta now so every mistake is her fault. Just thought you should know that *lol*. No! She’s fabulous! Thank you so much!
Katie K: About the grammar mistakes I have a beta now so hopefully all mistakes are gone. *smile*
Phoenix: Shouldn’t you say poor Harry? It’s not Remus who has to ‘form a union’ with Snape… that’s a totally different story *lol*. Thank you *huggles for the nice review*
chys: Well this story is full of the awful cliffies. Horrid but true ;)
Eci_Frog: Hello there neighbour. It’s nice to see some from our fine countries here *smile*. Robinson VIP yay! *LOL*. I did update before Friday, but I have no idea when I will update again because I have a huge test/exam on Saturday. We’ll see… When I get bored of studying I’ll write a little.
Well Snape is Snape… let’s just say his not thrilled about ‘the situation’ *smile evilly*. This will be from Harry’s point of view.
Enjoy the new chapter and if you would like to e-mail me do so at: snapesangel83@yahoo.se
Please take time to write me a review.
Chapter description: At 12 Grimmauld place. Harry meets Ginny but doesn’t get any answers.
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The door at 12 Grimmauld Place opened and Mrs Weasley greeted him with a very serious look on her face. The second nerve-racking look he had received that day.
“Welcome Harry, do come in. Dumbledore should be here to talk to you tomorrow morning.” This had to be serious when Mrs Weasley didn’t greet him with the usual fussing about. Harry entered just as Ginny walked down the stairs.
“Harry!” she greeted without thinking and the drapes covering Mrs Black\'s portrait fell open. Not even a second later Mrs Black began screaming at them to leave her house: that they were nothing but filthy rats and didn’t deserve to live. Harry tried to ignore her. Seeing her and hearing her voice made him think of Sirius and he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want to go back to the depression that had overwhelmed him last summer. All he wanted to do was take down the painting, set it on fire, watch it slowly burn, and revel in Mrs. Black\'s screams. He would if he only knew how to get that stupid painting off the wall. He even thought that Mrs Weasley would be happy to join him in that activity.
When the drapes had been forced over Mrs Black’s painting again Ginny had been sent to her room and Harry escorted to the kitchen. Mrs Weasley was currently putting so much food on his plate that if he ate it all he would probably not be able to walk for several days. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he was already full and too nervous to eat anything. Dumbledore wasn’t going to talk to him until tomorrow, but why couldn’t someone else tell him something. The feeling of being excluded returned.
“Mrs Weasley?” he asked as he made himself eat some of his fried eggs. “What is this all about? Is it Voldemort?”
She shuddered visually when he mentioned the name but she also seemed confused. So did Lupin and Tonks.
“But Harry, didn’t you get the letter?” Lupin asked softly, almost like he was talking to a hurt animal.
Harry shook his head but corrected himself. ”I got Dumbledore’s letter. It said to pack my things and wait for you”
“Harry, the letter from…” Tonks started but was interrupted by Mrs Weasley.
“We really should wait for Dumbledore to talk to Harry about this situation, shouldn’t we?” It wasn’t a question and the conversation ended there.
‘Why can’t they just bloody tell me? Dumbledore better show up tomorrow or I’m going to find him myself. Or force Lupin to tell me.’ He thought angrily, but didn’t say anything about it.
After he ate a little more and Mrs Weasley was assured he wasn’t going to die of famine overnight, he went upstairs. He opened the door to his usual room and was greeted by Ginny sitting on his bed.
“I didn’t know you were coming here.” She said and jumped off the bed to give him a hug.
“Yeah well, here I am. Disappointed?” Not even Harry expected it to come out so harsh. Ginny eyed him over and took a small step back. She probably thought he was going to try and curse her.
“Ahm… I wondered why Dumbledore and Snape were here at an emergency meeting a couple of days ago. It must have been something to do with you?” At the mention of Snape’s name Harry frowned.
“You know, I really don’t want to talk to you after what you have done.” He spat angrily.
Ginny looked completely stunned. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about! The letter? You didn’t think I was going to figure it out did you? Of course you didn’t. I bet you all had fun writing it too! Let’s pick on Harry. He doesn’t have enough trouble as it is! Was that it?” Harry let all of his feelings that had built up over the past couple of days pour out.
Ginny stared at him, her mouth hanging open in shock.
“Where’s Ron?” he finished. He needed to talk to Ron.
Ginny’s voice was barely a whisper. “He’s with Fred and George at their shop. I don’t think he knows you’re here either.”
Harry stared back at her, and then it dawned on him. Ron! It was Ron who had conspired with the twins about the letter, not Ginny. He felt like a complete asshole.
“I’m sorry, I thought… that you and… well I was wrong. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry.” He stuttered. The only answer he received was a nod and a very concerned look before she left the room.
So it was Ron! ‘He better get here soon! When he does, I’m going to kill him.’ Harry thought bitterly. It had been great to let some of the frustration out but now when he was alone in the bedroom he couldn’t stop thinking about ‘his situation’ as everyone liked to call it. What situation? It had to be something with Voldemort, what else could it be?
Harry slipped under the bedcovers and fell into a restless sleep.
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