My Life For You

Ch It’s all Strategy

The wolf did spend all night on top of Severus, only leaving when the sun was up, and the temperature rose.

When Severus woke late in the afternoon, he could still smell the musty fur of ‘his’ wolf on his robes. While he stretched, one thing was on his mind, he wanted one of those delicious cream filled pastries. Severus pulled over the wicker basket, glad to see that it was still untouched. He took out a cold meat pie and a very full pastry. Severus ate the pie slowly, relishing the flavor. * If I ever find out who made this food, I'm going to give them the biggest kiss* Severus thought while chewing, his mouth full of easily the best meat pie he had ever had.


After the huge amount Severus had eaten the day before, his small breakfast filled him pleasantly. He got up and looked around; there were several bones good enough to be turned into stock. Severus collected them and added them to his pot, already holding yesterdays chicken bones.

Severus filled the pot and put it on the magical fire to boil, he went back to the wicker basket, and methodically took every thing out. What was left: about 75 percent of the chicken left, five meat pies, half the backed beans and mushy peas. He still had all the rolls, and all but one of the sodas, along with corn bread, pastries and various seasonings like salt, pepper and hot pepper sauce.


Severus quickly added a large amount of all three to the boiling broth. Now that his energy was high, he used the plates from the basket and transfigured them each of them into a blanket. Severus felt good, he had food, * at least for the moment*, he had several thick blankets, and on top of all that, ‘his’ wolf had let him pet him, * he’s almost a companion*


While Severus put the food away, he made a mental note of how he was going to ration it, the meats would go first, even with the almost freezing temperature, the meat would spoil first, he would eat half a meat pie at a time, making those last. Nice chunks of the chicken could go in the broth. The rest would be divided the same way, the bread would be the last to go, and it could get stale and still be fine to eat.

Severus kept the empty thermos out, intending on putting the finished broth into it to keep it from spoiling. That way he would have back up substances, for when the food ran out, *which it will, and soon*. Now that every thing was going alright for Severus, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Severus lay back down and wrapped him self in the blankets. He let his mind wander, the first thing that popped into the man’s head was the fact that Helga Huffpuff’s cup was out in the open. Save for whatever curse was on the item, there was no trick, no great challenge to just finding and picking up the cup. * Where are the resurrected dead, the hidden doors, the poisonous liquids?*.

Severus smirked; “well, I’m here” he spoke aloud.


“You’re right, how very observant” came a voice for the opening of the cave.

Severus didn’t even crane his neck to see who was there; he could recognize a Malfoy a mile away. “What are you doing here Draco?”, Severus snarled, * the wolves are rubbing off on me*.

Draco walked past the wards lazily, kicking an old bone away from him. “I came to check up on you” Draco answered tiredly.

Severus said noting, but got to his feet. Wand ready, and hidden into his robes. Severus never trusted any Malfoy.

Draco had spotted, Severus basket, his assembled transfigured items. * The great and mighty Snape, reduced to this*, Draco chucked darkly. “You have become so pathetic, but while I’m here, I should share the news with you” he commented offhand.

“News, good or bad”? Severus couldent help but have his interest peaked.

“Both” Draco waited to continue for effect, before continuing. “ Harry Potter, it seems if you have any worth for the Prophet, says Potter has abandoned the side of light, that he’s gone rouge, He continues to kill Death Eaters, just the other day, the body of one of the ministers secretary was found. The minister didn’t even expect the guy, but Potter knew. Scrimgeour has demanded that if any one sees Harry Potter, that they are to immediately inform the Aurors. They want Potter for questioning, Can you believe that?” Draco sounded genuinely interested.

“Is that all?” Severus found the news greatly disturbing, but noting highly out of the ordinary, * after all Potter is always wanted for questioning*

“That’s not even half of it. Before the secretary was killed, he held court with our lord, Potter isn’t just wanted for questioning, and they want to lock him up in Saint Mungo’s loony bin. Possibly Azkaban. Their going to lock up their only hope, it’s hilarious”. Draco laughed to prove his point, but quickly sobered “now for the good news”. He said grinning darkly.

* That was the bad news?*, Severus frowned, he had a bad feeling.

“ We over took Hogwarts, nearly two weeks ago”, Draco announced triumphantly “ It was amazing Snape, true it was abandoned, we’re winning, we have Hogwarts, now where are all those filthy Mud bloods going to go to school?” Draco grinned. “And the best part, Potter was no where to be seen, he just let us take it. Oh the prophet had a field day with that. Headline: ‘Death Eaters Popping up dead, The Boy Who Lived has abandoned us’. That was actually one of the best articles yet. It went into how Potter, has been acting very strangely since you killed Dumbledore, that the stress of being the chosen one has finally made him snap, they even wrote, that if he did decided to go after our lord, that it would be to replace him. Hence why they are throwing him into Azkaban.” Draco was everything but drooling, much to Severus’ disgust.


The whole time Draco was rumbling on about what ever gossip the Prophet was spreading about Harry Potter, was not important to Severus, His home for the last twenty, the beloved Hogwarts castle had been abandoned, leaving the Dark Lord to claim it. “What is the condition of Hogwarts?” Severus asked, trying to sound like it didn’t matter.

“Just as it was the last time you saw it, our Lord has ordered everyone not to damage a single hair on the house elves heads.” Draco smirked, “I had no idea Dobby was at Hogwarts”.

“Hogwarts was just abandoned?” Severus asked, not believing Minerva would allow such a thing.


“Well, yes but they left several tricks in their place, all throughout the hall, are these gel packs, you cant see them until its to late, but they explode, and cover who ever is near in this blue gel, no one has figured out how to remove the gel so, there are about twenty or so people just stuck to the walls. And the ones lucky enough who only get hit with a little, the stuff does not wash off, and every single spell tried won’t wash off. You’re stuck with that stuff all over you”. Draco explained.

Draco walked further into the cave, looking around “not much to look at” he commented.

Severus was about to snap out some random insult, when a deadly snarl sounded behind him. He spun around; the wolves had come home, ‘his’ wolf leading. All the wolves started to snarl and advance on Draco, Severus couldent help but notice that the wolves never acted that way towards him, a silly sort a pride, bloomed in Severus chest.

“What are they doing” Draco yelled, while reaching for his wand.

Severus said nothing; he decided that if the wolves were going to attack, he would let them. He sat down waiting for what ever was going to happen. “They have judged you, and found you guilty” Severus said in the same off handed way, Draco had earlier.


Draco raised his wand at the wolves, pure terror and malice in his eyes, “ Avada” Draco yelled.


“Draco stop” Severus screamed, reaching for his wand.

“Kedav-” Draco’s scream interrupted the killing curse, the wolves had attacked.

Severus watched fascinated as ‘ his’ wolf bit down on Draco’s left arm, and started to shred it. The other wolves worked on his neck and gut. All that could be heard was Draco’s screams and the unforgettable sound of flesh ripping, and bone crunching.

Severus momentarily shook himself; he was watching Draco, his Godson, being eaten alive by wolves. He sat down hard, and closed his eyes, he didn’t wasn’t to see. He opened them again, he had to see. Severus watched in silent horror as Draco’s throat was ripped out, his screams turning into a gurgle. The cherry on the cake, ‘his’ wolf, tore Draco’s arm clean off.

Severus finally tore his gaze away, the need to vomit became overwhelming, and he was sick. Even with his eyes shut and turned away, he could still hear; could still hear, the wolves eating, and tearing. Severus was nearly sick again, but choked it back down.

Severus cleared his mind of what was going on around him, instead thinking of all the things he would do when the war was over. *if you survive*, the cruel side of Severus mind spoke up, and having been ignored for some time had its say. * No, happiness for you. Potter is going to tear you apart just like the wolves did to Draco. Did you see your wolf tear his arm off? That could be you.* Severus shuddered; he could sense that the wolves were dragging Draco’s torn body through the cave. “Take him out side, take him outside” Severus begged.

And then it was over, Severus was left with silence again, only blood and gore to show for the terrible thing that had just happened. He just didn’t understand. “Why not me, how could they know? How could they know I didn’t mean them harm?”, as disgusted as the man was, a part, a very large part, was ecstatic with what had happened. * Both Malfoy’s are dead, and I am still in favor with the wolves, true evidence of how lethal and intelligent these creatures are*.


He stood up, grabbed his pot of water, and empted it over the spot where had just been, washing away the blood. Severus did this over and over again, until there was no trace left. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically the last ten minutes had stripped away every thing he had gained back during the last two days. Completely defeated, Severus fell into an uneasy sleep.


The horrible smell of burnt broth, woke him a few hours later, “fuck”, he quickly got up and extinguished the flame, " dammed waste” Severus cursed some more, and sat back down, feeling dizzy. * Now that I think about it, my sinuses are stuffed up, and my throat itches. Perfect, just perfect I’m becoming ill*.

Pulling over his basket, Severus took out a meat pie and split it in half, mentally beating him self up about the broth. * What do you eat when sick Severus? Broth. And you forget it, leaving it to burn. Imbecile.* He finished his half of pie and looked around for bones. But three bones in and he realized that the bones could easily be Draco’s remains. Without another thought Severus upended the pot and went back to his bed. “Ok no more broth, from those bones”.

Severus went back into his basket and took his chicken, making quick work of stripping all the meat. While filling the boiling pot with water, Severus sneezed twice and coughed four times. He would have screamed, had his throat not pained him so. Once back on his bed he watched his broth boil, trying to will away his throbbing temples, “just when things were looking up, I get sick.” He said trying to lighten his own mood, he almost desperately didn’t want to think of what it was going to be like, to be full out, slap you in the face, down with the flu sick.

So he thought of far more attractive things, like Harry Potter, and Harry Potter’s lips, and hands, and cream white skin. * Damn, now I have a whole new problem*, Severus smirked * a very big problem*, Severus kept thinking about Potter and how he had had his arm around the dark haired Charlie, how Potter looked when his lips were around one of his black cigarettes. And how ridiculously seductive every breath Potter took was. He could fell the familiar stir in his groin; heat in his face, his big problem wasn’t going away. * You don’t want it to go away* his own mind teased.

“Yes I certainly do, having theses thoughts about Potter will get me nowhere, and they’re completely disgusting” Severus answered, himself.

* No, where it will get you, is one great wank, and the best orgasm, you have had, lets say EVER* his mind shouted back.

“It’s Potter, end of argument” Severus barked, not once thinking he was having an argument with him self. * I will not think about Potter*, but only thinking the brats name, filled Severus head with all the delicious, dirty things he wanted to do with Potter. * No not do with, do to him. What’s wrong with me? I can’t stop thinking about Potter.*

Severus’ robes were causing his erection to become rather painful, not seeing the harm in readjusting, he did so, and moaned when he gripped his erection. Never had he been so painfully hard before. A memory from when he had watched Potter at the pub, caught into Severus’ mind. Severus closed his eyes, taking his erection in hand.

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Severus watched Potter intently out of the corner of his eye, trying to only focus on the boy and not his current Malfoy companions, Jasper Huff had turned his attention away from Potter. This was the time Severus had waited for, to see the boy savior alone, or at least as much a person surrounded could be.

The Potions master, really noticed for the first time how ingrained Potter’s beauty was, his sharp cheek bones, luscious red lips, endless green eyes, fair skin. All produced an incredibly seductive picture; he understood why some of the men in the pub were sending shy glances in Potters direction. Why he himself was aa well, so intent on watching Potter.

Harry closed his eyes, Severus could fell the emotions coming in waves off of the boy, and sadness Severus could not understand such sadness, that he was sure it must be crushing the boy under its weight. Severus wanted so badly to take that sadness away. He thought about all the times he had come across Potter this way, alone, and full of overwhelming agony. How he would make some ridiculous comment about the boy’s Father, or the mutt he had loved so quickly and lost just as fast. Severus would breathe again; Potter would leave in a fury.

But now he could do no such thing, and a part of him wanted to see how the boy would handle himself. It happened slowly, a sad smile forming on that devious mouth, his head cocked to a side, and he looked up, as if knew he was being admired from afar. And Severus relized that with all the other people starring that Potter did know. Severus snarled, * fuck Potter and his untouchable beauty*
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Severus came hard, he didn’t know why that memory caused that reaction in him, but it was overwhelming when he thought about it. He looked at the mess on his hands, he briefly considered consuming, his own semen for the nutrients. Thankfully it had all ready turned icy on his hand, he cleaned it off. He always hated how messy it could be. When Severus lay down for a nap, pleasantly warm and relaxed, all thoughts of the wolves ripping Draco Malfoy apart gone, and in their place; Harry Potter and how Severus had really wished things had been different between them.

When Severus woke just before dusk, he wasn’t surprised to find all the wolves back in the cave. He searched them for signs off blood, he found none, he then searched the cave floor for new remains, the same result. He sighed in relief; he didn’t think he could keep the small amount of sanity he had left if he had to live with the remains of Draco Malfoy.

He looked around for ‘his’ wolf, he didn’t see him in his normal place, nor was he with the other wolves; Severus sat back, and gasped in shock. Lying between his body and the cold cave wall was ‘his’ wolf. He made a gurgled sound, not completely understanding how he hadn’t noticed. Severus knew when he was being giving an opportunity, he lay back down along the wolfs back. He raised his arm slowly resting it over the wolf’s massive body. The beast growled, but did not move, Severus took this as permission to pet his beloved creature.

As the potions master dozed he thought about how few people or things he had loved. His mother, without question, he had tolerated his Father, he was very found of his Grandmother, but it was only his Mother he had loved. Then at Hogwarts, it had only been him and his blind, gray Manx cat, named Morgan that he had loved. Severus didn’t understand why he had never had even a crush on any of his peers; only the occasional attraction. Then he didn’t love Albus, he had thought the man to be unfair. But now, Severus thought he could never have missed a person more. And now all these years later, he loved this wolf. And Severus warmed to the idea that the wolf cared for him to.

Two weeks later, Severus’ cold was mostly gone, but the food had long since run out. ‘His’ wolf slept by his side every night allowing Severus caresses, but the food was still gone, and his cold was not as gone as had hoped, the only plus of the high fever was that the cold wasn’t so horrible.

This time Severus was certain this was the end, if Potter ever did swing around, he would find his corpse, or perhaps the wolves would eat him. He sighed in defeat, he was weak, so weak, every thing burned, and throbbed, and he was sleeping so much, entire days would come to rest but he never felt rested. Yes, this was definitely the end.

Severus didn’t know if two days or weeks passed when he was awoken by the subtle smell of smoke. He put it off as being his fire, until two minutes later he remembered magical fire had no smoke. He sat up too suddenly for his dizzy mind, and looked around. No fire, but he could still smell the unique scented smoke. He took his wand out, not even close to being prepared for what happened next.

“ Accio wand”

Severus was up on his feet facing the voice in seconds, he watched stunned as Harry Potter wandlessly summoned his wand.

Harry examined the wand silently, his black cigarette dangling between his lips, he put the wand into the satchel he was carying. “Now that you’re defenseless, come here” he asked the potions master softly.

Severus was slightly relieved to see that Potter was still outside of the wards, “the wards, Potter” Severus said harshly.

Harry smirked “they are a crucial part of my plan, come as close as you dare, I’m not going to kill you, not even harm you at all”, Harry spoke slowly.

Severus couldn’t find any deceit in what Potter had said, on shaky legs he made his way to the cave opening. Harry was leaning against the wall, looking very tired, the side of his face held the signs of old bruising, his lip looked newly healed. His clothes were tattered, but over all he was looking very well.

“Why did you let them take Hogwarts?” Severus asked bitterly, the castle was his home, now it was gone.

Harry didn’t look up, he answered while pulling a pillow case out of his bag. “Like the wards it serves its own purpose, all part of the strategy.” He said sadly, Harry hated the fact he had let them take the castle. But it was vital that it be taken.

Harry untied the pillow case; Severus immediately recognized parselmouth coming from the boy’s mouth. * He’s not going to kill me, but one of his serpents will do the job*.

“ I’m going to give you a nutrient potion, something for your cold, and some soup, my little farce wont be believable if you on the reapers list.” Harry said with a grin.

Severus shook his head, “what get the enemy healthy, before you kill him?”, Severus shot back nastily. He didn’t like Potter”s calm mood, the boy should have been raving mad.

Harry looked up, clearly annoyed “did I not say I wasn’t going to kill you?” Potter said in a way that clearly told Severus, exactly how intelligent Harry thought the professor was.

Harry sat down on the cold ground facing Severus, taking out a thermos, he quickly rolled the container through the wards, and Severus snatched it up, not caring how desperate he appeared. Harry made no comment, only a brief warning “it’s hot”.

Severus gulped down one burning mouth full, of chicken soup, not at all caring “I realized you imbecile” Severus snapped at Harry.

Harry continued to hiss at what ever snake was contained in the pillow case, Harry took out the previously mentioned potions and opened the pillow case. Severus watched curiously as Harry reached into the case and pulled out the strangest looking snake he had ever seen. The blue color of the scales caught the light and the entire scaled body shined like oil.

Severus saw with great amusement that the snake was wearing a knitted socking, with a great capital V. * this must be Vellamos, the serpent Potter used to poison the dark lord*, Harry noticed Severus’ amusement. “Molly made it for her, to keep her warm, add a warming charm and the cold hardly bothers her, since she is from Scandinavia I highly doubt the cold bothers her at all. I just think she likes to wear it.” Harry explained grinning.

Severus was monetarily lost in that smile, he could feel his own face try and copy it, he scowled. Harry shrugged, slipping the potions in Vellamos’ stocking, Harry scratched her head, hissed fondly at her, and Severus watched as the three foot serpent came his way.

When Severus reached to take the potions, Vellamos was up on her belly; Severus could feel the snakes tongue on his wrist pulse. “Oh, after you’re done make sure you give her a nice rub right behind where her ear would be” Harry mentioned off hand.

Severus rose an eyebrow “you’re joking, she will bite me” Severus replied coldly, not liking at all that Potter was teasing him.

“I’m not teasing you Snape, she will not bite unless you give her a reason to, as for the rub, how else are you to thank her?”, Harry spat back like it was obvious.

Severus took the potions, and gave the snake a rub. The feel of the scales was like nothing he could imagine, like velvet, water, silk, and sand all at the same time. While Vellamos slithered back to curl in Harry’s lap, Severus scrutinized the potions.

“These are my own, Potter”, Severus felt slightly nostalgic.

“I empted your store rooms before I left, no reason for leaving much needed potions to the enemies” Harry said still stroking Vellamos.

Severus drank down both potions; combined with the soup, he felt extremely better, and “once you come through the wards, the dark lord will be on you” Severus said matter of factly.

Harry looked up, “so you’re going to help after all, I can hold off him detecting me for a few minutes, long enough to do what must be done, but have you seen the cup?” Harry asked, not bothered at all that the man who murdered Dumbledore was sitting right in front of him.

Harry stood up and moved Vellamos to his shoulders; he went back into his bag, taking out a medium sized box. Severus stood to, “yes down that passage, but you’re a fool to think you can touch it”, Severus said disgusted. * Has he learned nothing?*.

Harry just grinned again, “ I am moved that you care” Harry said sweetly, he took a breath and walked past the wards, Severus moved away from Harry, he looked for the wolves, * of all the times for them to be out hunting*, Harry moved past him with out a word, going quickly down the passage Severus had told him of.

Severus followed behind him, not knowing what else to do, he was not going to hurt Potter, and Harry seemed like he was not going to harm him. He didn’t understand why the boy was being so civil, but he would take what he could get.

Severus stopped when Harry went through the wards, waiting for whatever horrible thing was going to happen. Harry took a deep breath, his fingers only a hair away form the cup, he looked to be contemplating something. Severus also held his breath. Harry wrapped his hand around the cup, and let out a great sigh of relief. “That would have been bad, if I was wrong”, Harry whipped the sweat from his brow.

Harry knelt down and opened the box, inside was what looked like an old leather glove, swimming in silver fluid. Harry picked up the glove gently, and put his hand in, it made a squelching sound. Harry looked ill for a moment.


” In Merlin’s name, what is that atrocious thing?”, Severus demanded.

Harry took the cup and tossed it at Severus. Severus quickly moved out of the way, “you imbecile, what are you thinking?” he snarled.

“It’s a fake, crush it and hide it” Harry ordered, frustrated.

“How could you possibly know that?”

Harry reached into the box with his gloved hand; he pulled out the very same cup. “Because I have the real one, now dammit, I’m running out of time, crush and hide” Harry snapped.

Harry carefully placed the real cup back where he had taken the fake from, once in place, Harry pealed off his glove, “ thank you Remus” Harry said gratefully.

Severus was about to ask what the werewolf had to do with this, but he remembered his vow, “ what did Lupin do?”, Severus asked, not caring that he sounded overly curious, he had been with out real communication for…god he forgot how long he had been in the cave, Draco’s gossip not counting.

Harry staggered out of the passage, his energy draining rapidly, he sat down against the wall, “the skin the glove is made of, its lycanthrope, Remus was nice enough to let me take the knife to him, last full moon, and the silver stuff is unicorn blood, given freely of chores.” Harry explained. He put the glove back into the box, and shrank it, “open up sweetheart” Harry asked Vellums in English.

Vellamos obliged none the less, Harry slipped the box into the large mouth, “Keep it safe, be brave, I love you” Harry got up, and nearly fell,

“What’s the matter with you?”, Severus almost sounded concerned.

Harry spoke, while he placed Vellamos and the entrance to the cave, “Keeping the wards from notifying Voldemort, draining energy” Harry took Severus wand back out, “you are going to need this, don’t do anything stupid by protecting me, I swear on my parents if you make me regret giving you this back, I will do things to you not even Voldemort could stomach.” Harry snarled.

Harry pushed the wand into Severus hands and collapsed, “god I hope this works” Harry whispered, Severus looked for Vellamos; she was no where in sight. Harry’s eyes closed, the boy was unconscious, and Lord Voldemont laughter could be heard just outside of the cave.

A/N CLIFHANGER….NOOOOOOOOO

Yes Harry is acting strange, but he knows something you do not. So sorry for this chapter taking a little longer, but I had sudden inspiration for another story, I already have like 25 pages done. Weeeeeeeeee. Of chores their not edited, so it will be some time before you see that story. But PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW. It just helps so much, knowing people like what I write.

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