In Light of a Prediction (A Halloween Ritual)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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9
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6,841
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Part 5 - The Note
Fic title: A Halloween Ritual
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… Halloween.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 5 / ?
Word Count: 814
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 5 – The Note
When Harry finally emerged from his room several hours later, he found that the sun was just beginning to set behind the tall pine trees in the clearing surrounding the cabin. He frowned slightly, knowing that when they had taken the portkey from Albus’ office, it had been early morning. Wherever they were, they weren’t anywhere near Scotland nor England.
He turned away from the large living room window and cross over into the kitchen. Looking about the dim room, he spotted a switch next to the door and flipped it on. Bright light illuminated the cozy room, and he nodded realizing that they were apparently in a non-wizarding cabin. He walked across the room to the kitchen bar, which separated the small dining area from the main kitchen. He stopped when he saw a familiar roll of parchment tied with a purple and gold ribbon.
Smiling at the obvious note from Albus, he picked it up and untied it, dropping the ribbon back onto the counter. He looked down at the elaborate script in bright florescent blue and chuckled. ‘Only Albus would find such a color for correspondences,’ he thought indulgently, momentarily loosing his ire at being force to take this vacation.
Dear Harry,
I know that it is you who will find this letter, as I am assuming that Severus is still pouting in his bedroom.
Harry snorted, Albus surely did understand his Potions Master well.
You will find that the cabin has be fully stocked for your stay. If you should find that you need anything else, there is a small muggle town not but a mile away down the path from the back of the cabin. There is a small wizarding contingent located to the eastside of the town, you or Severus should not have a hard time finding it.
I hope that you both will enjoy your stay and will be able to work out your difficulties prior to your return to Hogwarts. Your Portkey will reactivate on 2 Jan at 9 am.
Have fun, my boys.
Your ever loving Headmaster
Albus
Harry rolled up the parchment and secured the ribbons back around it. Tucking the parchment into his pocket, it wouldn’t due for Severus to find it, especially with Albus’ first words about pouting. He moved over to the refrigerator and opened it, finding that Albus hadn’t been lying about being fully stocked.
He dug around and nearly crowed happily as he pulled out a can of muggle beer that he liked. He closed the door and leaned back against the counter as he popped the top and took a healthy swig. His eyes closed in pleasure as the cold liquid flowed down his throat. As creak in the floorboards caused him to open his eyes.
Severus stood in the open doorway, still dressed in his ubiquitous black teaching robes, one eyebrow cocked upwards as he looked at him.
“Evening, Sev, care for a cold brew?” Harry asked gesturing towards the refrigerator with the hand holding the can.
“I have no desire to consume whatever swill it is that you are drinking, do you know if there is any tea? And don’t call me Sev,” Severus growled as he stepped into the lit kitchen and looked around.
“Probably in the cabinet next to the stove,” Harry replied as he pointed at said cabinet. He concealed a slight smirk behind his can as he took a sip and watched as the dark-haired Potion Master crossed the kitchen and began digging around in the cabinet. He however, had to stifle a groan as Severus bent over to dig around in the bottom cabinet in search of the tea pot. ‘Damn if the man didn’t have a fine arse,’ he thought to himself, ‘I just wish that he had just as fine an attitude as his arse was, then they wouldn’t be in this mess.’
He shook off the feelings that were racing through him; it wouldn’t due to let Severus in on his little secret. He nearly snorted to himself as he though how it was very little indeed.
“Problem, Mr. Potter?” Severus asked as he stood up, a canister of tea in one hand and a teapot in the other.
“Nope, none whatsoever,” Harry replied as he drained the last of the beer from his can and pushed off from the counter. Crossing the room, he dropped the can into the trash and turned towards the doorway. Reaching the opening, he suddenly remembered Albus’ note.
“Oh, by the way, Albus left a note stating that if we needed anything there is a town nearby that has a small wizarding community. He also said that our return Portkey would activate at 9 am on the 2nd.” He turned back and started out of the room, stopping only briefly before continuing on towards his room as Severus replied.
“Thank you, Harry.”
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… Halloween.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 5 / ?
Word Count: 814
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 5 – The Note
When Harry finally emerged from his room several hours later, he found that the sun was just beginning to set behind the tall pine trees in the clearing surrounding the cabin. He frowned slightly, knowing that when they had taken the portkey from Albus’ office, it had been early morning. Wherever they were, they weren’t anywhere near Scotland nor England.
He turned away from the large living room window and cross over into the kitchen. Looking about the dim room, he spotted a switch next to the door and flipped it on. Bright light illuminated the cozy room, and he nodded realizing that they were apparently in a non-wizarding cabin. He walked across the room to the kitchen bar, which separated the small dining area from the main kitchen. He stopped when he saw a familiar roll of parchment tied with a purple and gold ribbon.
Smiling at the obvious note from Albus, he picked it up and untied it, dropping the ribbon back onto the counter. He looked down at the elaborate script in bright florescent blue and chuckled. ‘Only Albus would find such a color for correspondences,’ he thought indulgently, momentarily loosing his ire at being force to take this vacation.
Dear Harry,
I know that it is you who will find this letter, as I am assuming that Severus is still pouting in his bedroom.
Harry snorted, Albus surely did understand his Potions Master well.
You will find that the cabin has be fully stocked for your stay. If you should find that you need anything else, there is a small muggle town not but a mile away down the path from the back of the cabin. There is a small wizarding contingent located to the eastside of the town, you or Severus should not have a hard time finding it.
I hope that you both will enjoy your stay and will be able to work out your difficulties prior to your return to Hogwarts. Your Portkey will reactivate on 2 Jan at 9 am.
Have fun, my boys.
Your ever loving Headmaster
Albus
Harry rolled up the parchment and secured the ribbons back around it. Tucking the parchment into his pocket, it wouldn’t due for Severus to find it, especially with Albus’ first words about pouting. He moved over to the refrigerator and opened it, finding that Albus hadn’t been lying about being fully stocked.
He dug around and nearly crowed happily as he pulled out a can of muggle beer that he liked. He closed the door and leaned back against the counter as he popped the top and took a healthy swig. His eyes closed in pleasure as the cold liquid flowed down his throat. As creak in the floorboards caused him to open his eyes.
Severus stood in the open doorway, still dressed in his ubiquitous black teaching robes, one eyebrow cocked upwards as he looked at him.
“Evening, Sev, care for a cold brew?” Harry asked gesturing towards the refrigerator with the hand holding the can.
“I have no desire to consume whatever swill it is that you are drinking, do you know if there is any tea? And don’t call me Sev,” Severus growled as he stepped into the lit kitchen and looked around.
“Probably in the cabinet next to the stove,” Harry replied as he pointed at said cabinet. He concealed a slight smirk behind his can as he took a sip and watched as the dark-haired Potion Master crossed the kitchen and began digging around in the cabinet. He however, had to stifle a groan as Severus bent over to dig around in the bottom cabinet in search of the tea pot. ‘Damn if the man didn’t have a fine arse,’ he thought to himself, ‘I just wish that he had just as fine an attitude as his arse was, then they wouldn’t be in this mess.’
He shook off the feelings that were racing through him; it wouldn’t due to let Severus in on his little secret. He nearly snorted to himself as he though how it was very little indeed.
“Problem, Mr. Potter?” Severus asked as he stood up, a canister of tea in one hand and a teapot in the other.
“Nope, none whatsoever,” Harry replied as he drained the last of the beer from his can and pushed off from the counter. Crossing the room, he dropped the can into the trash and turned towards the doorway. Reaching the opening, he suddenly remembered Albus’ note.
“Oh, by the way, Albus left a note stating that if we needed anything there is a town nearby that has a small wizarding community. He also said that our return Portkey would activate at 9 am on the 2nd.” He turned back and started out of the room, stopping only briefly before continuing on towards his room as Severus replied.
“Thank you, Harry.”