The Friday Boy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
53
Views:
49,216
Reviews:
273
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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CHAPTER 50
“It’s beautiful.” Harry whispered in awe as he stepped up into the observatory and gawked at the star field of velvet night sky above him. Harry remembered very little about Astronomy in first year, and could name only a few of the constellations by memory as he stared up past the glass roof of the domed room.
“Would you like a drink? Tea, chocolate, juice?” Harry momentarily drew his gaze from the starry night sky to look back over his shoulder at Snape. The man had changed. He looked pale and nervous, as if desperate to please his houseguest.
“Hot chocolate would be nice.” Harry didn’t really want a drink, his bladder was already protesting, but for the sake of politeness and giving Severus a task, it seemed a sensible request. Severus nodded and with a fleeting but pleased smile disappeared back down into the main rooms of the small house.
Harry hadn’t recognized the house they’d arrived at from the Ministry. The little sand stone cottage was in a row of four. There was a road that ran in front of them, and judging from the flickering of lights in the distance the road led to a larger town in the valley bellow. Surrounded by fields and a wooded grove however the four cottages were nicely isolated on the quiet ridge. Severus had led Harry into the last house on the row of four. The place was quaint, with a small immaculately tended front garden and a small gravel path. The next-door neighbors gardens looked just as well looked after, and from the warm glow from behind the curtains the other houses were currently occupied. A house elf had greeted them at the door, wearing odd socks, a Slytherin scarf. The house elf seemed almost overjoyed to see Severus, bouncing up and down from one socked foot to the other as it had squeaked in delight. Snape had smiled at it and shook it’s tiny hand as he’d passed his cloak and Harry’s to the elf.
Harry had kept very quiet, as Snape had given him a tour of the English style cottage. As far as Harry could see there were no wizarding extensions or add on’s and apart from Snape’s laboratory there were no signs that a wizard even lived there. The only room that perhaps gave an insight into the owner’s life was the round observatory, it’s domed glass roof magically created and concealed from muggles. The entire place had a safe feeling to it, as if you could hide forever within it and no one would ever find you.
“You can sit if you like, they’re more comfortable than they look.” Harry jumped a little when Snape came back into the observatory balancing a tray with two mugs of hot chocolate and a small plate of sandwiches and biscuits. Taking the offer Harry gently eased himself down into the overly plush floor cushions scattered about the observatory, as Snape sat down opposite him and handed him the mug of chocolate. Neither of them had broached the subject of what had happened at the Ministry since leaving, and only now Harry felt tense as Severus purposely avoided eye contact as he stirred his chocolate.
“This place is beautiful and so quiet. Where are we?” Harry murmured as he blew the steam from his mug before taking a tentative sip of the hot chocolate.
“The only place I call home.” Severus swallowed his own mouthful of chocolate as he offered Harry a salmon and cress sandwich. Harry was expecting some simple sandwich fillings but once again was being treated to the best Severus could offer. “I haven’t much to spend my wage on each week as pitiful as a teachers pay is. So I saved what I could and had it converted to muggle currency to buy myself this place. The deeds are in a fictitious name, no one knows I’m here except Albus. He’s my secret keeper, I come here when I need to disappear.” For emphasis Snape pointed at the bronzed key sitting on the edge of the tray between them, the same key that had let them into the house and the same key Dumbledore had handed to Snape at the Ministry. The stale silence hung in the air again as both Snape and Harry sipped from their mugs of chocolate, each avoiding the others gaze.
“You’ve mellowed…”
“I’m sorry I accused you….”
Both men spoke up at the same time, causing another awkward silence between them before Snape sighed heavily and put his mug aside.
“Not mellowed, just defeated.” Snape whispered by way of explanation as he stared up out of the glass roof and into the mass of stars above him. Harry stared at Snape over the rim of his mug, watching the pale luminescent skin of the potion masters face as a mix of emotions played across it. “You and I Potter, no matter what we do will always end up where they want us to be. ‘Resistance is futile’ I believe the phrase is.” Snape lowered his gaze back to Harry who was emptying the last dregs of chocolate out of his mug.
“Are you angry with me?” Harry raised an eyebrow cautiously at Snape, as he put his empty mug back on the tray.
“I was.” Snape muttered honestly before shrugging his shoulders uncaringly. “But not for any other reason, that you simply dared to do it.” A quirky little smirk twitched at the corner of Snape’s lips causing Harry to huff a contemptible laugh and roll his eyes. “Was I any good?” Snape laughed coolly.
“A little unresponsive and catatonic but generally a good performance.” Harry had the good graces to blush cheekily as Snape snorted in mock irritation. “Plus you make some lovely sounds when you don’t know you’re doing it.” Snape’s eyes widened a little in surprise but the elder wizard pointedly didn’t make comment. “What do you think is happening at the Ministry?” Harry inquired as he tugged at the sleeves of his jumper. Snape offered Harry another sandwich with an out of character shrug of his shoulders.
“To be honest Harry, I don’t care. They dug their own grave, let them lie in it.” Snape took a sandwich for himself after Harry had selected a small collection, finally feeling the effects of having missed lunch. “The lie between Bill and I will certainly be exposed to the council by Draco, but his claim on me is void anyway due to my established relationship with you. How Dumbledore chooses to weasel his way out of explaining you and I to the Ministry is none of my concern. Had he kept his meddling nose out of my business in the first place, you and I would undoubtedly be just as we’d always been before you’d followed me to the club.” Snape brushed his crumbed fingers on his robe before once again shrugging his shoulders uncharacteristically uncaring.
“So, you regret me being your Friday Boy?” Harry whispered feeling suddenly hurt. Snape instantly shook his head, and moved across the cushions to sit next to Harry in comfort. Draping his arm calmly around Harry’s shoulder, Snape pulled the boy against his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to the boy’s forehead.
“No, you’re perhaps the only thing in my life that I don’t regret Potter.” Harry closed his eyes as he felt Snape’s other hand gently come to rest on Harry’s stomach. “And I think we’ve gone past the point of Friday Boy’s don’t you?” Harry chuckled softly as he felt Snape nuzzle against his neck, the man inhaling deeply on Harry’s scent. Harry contently nestled into Snape’s chest, listening to the soft rise and fall of Snape’s chest. The regular rhythm of the man’s chest however quickened with a hiss and Harry sat up a little as he felt Snape flinch. “What’s wrong?” Harry inquired as he watched Snape grit his teeth and consciously pull his right arm away from Harry’s stomach. It was then that Harry saw the red stain beginning to spread on the man’s white shirtsleeve. “Severus?” Harry whispered cautiously as Snape ignored the pain of the dark mark. By now Snape would already be on his feet readying to return to Voldemort side but the elder wizard wasn’t moving and instead grit his teeth and shook his head determinedly.
“Not this time Potter, and if I can help it never again…” Harry watched on fearfully as Snape stood up to his feet the man grunting a little in pain as he tightened his fist over his bleeding arm to try and stem the flow.
“What are you going to do Severus, if you don’t go he’ll kill you.” Harry whispered hastily as he hauled himself to his feet and hurried after Snape who was already halfway down the stairs and heading towards the small room, Harry knew was the man’s laboratory. “Severus please tell me what you’re doing?” Harry pleaded as he entered the lab and watched as Snape threw open one of his cupboards and removed a small vial of purple potion. Harry knew the colour of the potion and he also instantly recognized the acrid smell of the potion as Snape uncapped the vial. “Snape no! You don’t know what it’ll do, it’s not tested, it might kill you!” Harry lunged for the vial to knock it from Snape’s grasp but the elder wizard was quicker and pulled the vial from Harry’s reach, causing the boy to fall helplessly into Snape’s arms. “Please don’t…” Harry whispered as he again reached for the vial but was held firm against Snape’s chest by the elder wizards strong arm.
“Harry, the severance potion is the only option. If it works to break the dark mark then it’ll work for the connection between you and Voldemort as well. I’ve been working on this for over a year now Harry, and you know I don’t take risks unless I’m sure.” Snape stared pointedly down at Harry who was still determinedly shaking his head.
“It might take your magic away, it might…” Harry was cut off as Snape bent down and pressed a firm, sensuous kiss on Harry’s lips. Slowly Snape pulled away, his obsidian gaze lost deep in Harry’s saddened emerald eyes.
“And if it does I’ve lost nothing. I can still brew potions without magic Harry.” Harry swallowed nervously as he watched Snape swill the potion in the vial, the iridescent purple colour reflecting on Snape’s pale face. “Trust me.” With a final kiss on Harry’s lips Snape took a deep breath and tipped the vial into his mouth and swallowed. Harry couldn’t draw his eyes away from Snape’s as he watched the man swallow again at the awful aftertaste the potion had undoubtedly left in his mouth. Harry held his breath waiting for something, anything at all to happen. Harry wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, for Severus to explode in a thousand pieces or to turn blue and glow but there was nothing. Severus was still breathing normally, his firm hold on Harry’s waist never wavered and Harry could still hear the man’s heartbeat.
“Severus?” Harry inquired nervously when the man finally opened his eyes and smiled at him.
“Mmmm, not unpleasant to taste, I feel a little warm and perhaps thirstier than I was before I took the sample.” Snape had turned instantly back to his Potions Professor mode as he critically evaluated the situation and how he felt after taking the severance potion. The elder wizard seemed fine but Harry was cautious as he stepped out of Snape’s embrace.
“I’ll get you a glass of water.” Harry mumbled as he turned and headed for the sink. However before Harry had made it to the sink he heard a cough from Snape behind him. Spinning around Harry watched on horrified as Snape coughed again before his face went ashen white and the man’s obsidian eyes turned milky. As if in slow motion Snape collapsed forwards his lips parted in a breathless gasp as his body fell limp to the wooden floor.
TBC>>>>>
A/N Woohoo *runs in screaming* That\'s 50 Chapters, and to celebrate my new LIVE JOURNAL *bows to surpreme master Rai* I have decided to clear my harddrive of all those obscure little stories I wrote but never posted.... Some are more weird than others, and some more controvertial than others but I thought what the hell, to have an archive you\'ve got to have something to put in it. Am I right????
Anyway look out for two coming after Friday Boy, one specifically called the \'Seven Sin\'s of Severus Snape\' and another called \'What the Devil Want\'s\'. They\'re a lot shorter than what I normally write too.
Okay, hope you\'re enjoying \'The Friday Boy\' we\'re nearly at the end my dear readers, with one final little twist that will be the killer.......*Laughs evily* I am the official Queen of Messing with your minds....
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
(Also please visit my live journal at http://riffrafftrash.livejournal.com )
“It’s beautiful.” Harry whispered in awe as he stepped up into the observatory and gawked at the star field of velvet night sky above him. Harry remembered very little about Astronomy in first year, and could name only a few of the constellations by memory as he stared up past the glass roof of the domed room.
“Would you like a drink? Tea, chocolate, juice?” Harry momentarily drew his gaze from the starry night sky to look back over his shoulder at Snape. The man had changed. He looked pale and nervous, as if desperate to please his houseguest.
“Hot chocolate would be nice.” Harry didn’t really want a drink, his bladder was already protesting, but for the sake of politeness and giving Severus a task, it seemed a sensible request. Severus nodded and with a fleeting but pleased smile disappeared back down into the main rooms of the small house.
Harry hadn’t recognized the house they’d arrived at from the Ministry. The little sand stone cottage was in a row of four. There was a road that ran in front of them, and judging from the flickering of lights in the distance the road led to a larger town in the valley bellow. Surrounded by fields and a wooded grove however the four cottages were nicely isolated on the quiet ridge. Severus had led Harry into the last house on the row of four. The place was quaint, with a small immaculately tended front garden and a small gravel path. The next-door neighbors gardens looked just as well looked after, and from the warm glow from behind the curtains the other houses were currently occupied. A house elf had greeted them at the door, wearing odd socks, a Slytherin scarf. The house elf seemed almost overjoyed to see Severus, bouncing up and down from one socked foot to the other as it had squeaked in delight. Snape had smiled at it and shook it’s tiny hand as he’d passed his cloak and Harry’s to the elf.
Harry had kept very quiet, as Snape had given him a tour of the English style cottage. As far as Harry could see there were no wizarding extensions or add on’s and apart from Snape’s laboratory there were no signs that a wizard even lived there. The only room that perhaps gave an insight into the owner’s life was the round observatory, it’s domed glass roof magically created and concealed from muggles. The entire place had a safe feeling to it, as if you could hide forever within it and no one would ever find you.
“You can sit if you like, they’re more comfortable than they look.” Harry jumped a little when Snape came back into the observatory balancing a tray with two mugs of hot chocolate and a small plate of sandwiches and biscuits. Taking the offer Harry gently eased himself down into the overly plush floor cushions scattered about the observatory, as Snape sat down opposite him and handed him the mug of chocolate. Neither of them had broached the subject of what had happened at the Ministry since leaving, and only now Harry felt tense as Severus purposely avoided eye contact as he stirred his chocolate.
“This place is beautiful and so quiet. Where are we?” Harry murmured as he blew the steam from his mug before taking a tentative sip of the hot chocolate.
“The only place I call home.” Severus swallowed his own mouthful of chocolate as he offered Harry a salmon and cress sandwich. Harry was expecting some simple sandwich fillings but once again was being treated to the best Severus could offer. “I haven’t much to spend my wage on each week as pitiful as a teachers pay is. So I saved what I could and had it converted to muggle currency to buy myself this place. The deeds are in a fictitious name, no one knows I’m here except Albus. He’s my secret keeper, I come here when I need to disappear.” For emphasis Snape pointed at the bronzed key sitting on the edge of the tray between them, the same key that had let them into the house and the same key Dumbledore had handed to Snape at the Ministry. The stale silence hung in the air again as both Snape and Harry sipped from their mugs of chocolate, each avoiding the others gaze.
“You’ve mellowed…”
“I’m sorry I accused you….”
Both men spoke up at the same time, causing another awkward silence between them before Snape sighed heavily and put his mug aside.
“Not mellowed, just defeated.” Snape whispered by way of explanation as he stared up out of the glass roof and into the mass of stars above him. Harry stared at Snape over the rim of his mug, watching the pale luminescent skin of the potion masters face as a mix of emotions played across it. “You and I Potter, no matter what we do will always end up where they want us to be. ‘Resistance is futile’ I believe the phrase is.” Snape lowered his gaze back to Harry who was emptying the last dregs of chocolate out of his mug.
“Are you angry with me?” Harry raised an eyebrow cautiously at Snape, as he put his empty mug back on the tray.
“I was.” Snape muttered honestly before shrugging his shoulders uncaringly. “But not for any other reason, that you simply dared to do it.” A quirky little smirk twitched at the corner of Snape’s lips causing Harry to huff a contemptible laugh and roll his eyes. “Was I any good?” Snape laughed coolly.
“A little unresponsive and catatonic but generally a good performance.” Harry had the good graces to blush cheekily as Snape snorted in mock irritation. “Plus you make some lovely sounds when you don’t know you’re doing it.” Snape’s eyes widened a little in surprise but the elder wizard pointedly didn’t make comment. “What do you think is happening at the Ministry?” Harry inquired as he tugged at the sleeves of his jumper. Snape offered Harry another sandwich with an out of character shrug of his shoulders.
“To be honest Harry, I don’t care. They dug their own grave, let them lie in it.” Snape took a sandwich for himself after Harry had selected a small collection, finally feeling the effects of having missed lunch. “The lie between Bill and I will certainly be exposed to the council by Draco, but his claim on me is void anyway due to my established relationship with you. How Dumbledore chooses to weasel his way out of explaining you and I to the Ministry is none of my concern. Had he kept his meddling nose out of my business in the first place, you and I would undoubtedly be just as we’d always been before you’d followed me to the club.” Snape brushed his crumbed fingers on his robe before once again shrugging his shoulders uncharacteristically uncaring.
“So, you regret me being your Friday Boy?” Harry whispered feeling suddenly hurt. Snape instantly shook his head, and moved across the cushions to sit next to Harry in comfort. Draping his arm calmly around Harry’s shoulder, Snape pulled the boy against his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to the boy’s forehead.
“No, you’re perhaps the only thing in my life that I don’t regret Potter.” Harry closed his eyes as he felt Snape’s other hand gently come to rest on Harry’s stomach. “And I think we’ve gone past the point of Friday Boy’s don’t you?” Harry chuckled softly as he felt Snape nuzzle against his neck, the man inhaling deeply on Harry’s scent. Harry contently nestled into Snape’s chest, listening to the soft rise and fall of Snape’s chest. The regular rhythm of the man’s chest however quickened with a hiss and Harry sat up a little as he felt Snape flinch. “What’s wrong?” Harry inquired as he watched Snape grit his teeth and consciously pull his right arm away from Harry’s stomach. It was then that Harry saw the red stain beginning to spread on the man’s white shirtsleeve. “Severus?” Harry whispered cautiously as Snape ignored the pain of the dark mark. By now Snape would already be on his feet readying to return to Voldemort side but the elder wizard wasn’t moving and instead grit his teeth and shook his head determinedly.
“Not this time Potter, and if I can help it never again…” Harry watched on fearfully as Snape stood up to his feet the man grunting a little in pain as he tightened his fist over his bleeding arm to try and stem the flow.
“What are you going to do Severus, if you don’t go he’ll kill you.” Harry whispered hastily as he hauled himself to his feet and hurried after Snape who was already halfway down the stairs and heading towards the small room, Harry knew was the man’s laboratory. “Severus please tell me what you’re doing?” Harry pleaded as he entered the lab and watched as Snape threw open one of his cupboards and removed a small vial of purple potion. Harry knew the colour of the potion and he also instantly recognized the acrid smell of the potion as Snape uncapped the vial. “Snape no! You don’t know what it’ll do, it’s not tested, it might kill you!” Harry lunged for the vial to knock it from Snape’s grasp but the elder wizard was quicker and pulled the vial from Harry’s reach, causing the boy to fall helplessly into Snape’s arms. “Please don’t…” Harry whispered as he again reached for the vial but was held firm against Snape’s chest by the elder wizards strong arm.
“Harry, the severance potion is the only option. If it works to break the dark mark then it’ll work for the connection between you and Voldemort as well. I’ve been working on this for over a year now Harry, and you know I don’t take risks unless I’m sure.” Snape stared pointedly down at Harry who was still determinedly shaking his head.
“It might take your magic away, it might…” Harry was cut off as Snape bent down and pressed a firm, sensuous kiss on Harry’s lips. Slowly Snape pulled away, his obsidian gaze lost deep in Harry’s saddened emerald eyes.
“And if it does I’ve lost nothing. I can still brew potions without magic Harry.” Harry swallowed nervously as he watched Snape swill the potion in the vial, the iridescent purple colour reflecting on Snape’s pale face. “Trust me.” With a final kiss on Harry’s lips Snape took a deep breath and tipped the vial into his mouth and swallowed. Harry couldn’t draw his eyes away from Snape’s as he watched the man swallow again at the awful aftertaste the potion had undoubtedly left in his mouth. Harry held his breath waiting for something, anything at all to happen. Harry wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, for Severus to explode in a thousand pieces or to turn blue and glow but there was nothing. Severus was still breathing normally, his firm hold on Harry’s waist never wavered and Harry could still hear the man’s heartbeat.
“Severus?” Harry inquired nervously when the man finally opened his eyes and smiled at him.
“Mmmm, not unpleasant to taste, I feel a little warm and perhaps thirstier than I was before I took the sample.” Snape had turned instantly back to his Potions Professor mode as he critically evaluated the situation and how he felt after taking the severance potion. The elder wizard seemed fine but Harry was cautious as he stepped out of Snape’s embrace.
“I’ll get you a glass of water.” Harry mumbled as he turned and headed for the sink. However before Harry had made it to the sink he heard a cough from Snape behind him. Spinning around Harry watched on horrified as Snape coughed again before his face went ashen white and the man’s obsidian eyes turned milky. As if in slow motion Snape collapsed forwards his lips parted in a breathless gasp as his body fell limp to the wooden floor.
TBC>>>>>
A/N Woohoo *runs in screaming* That\'s 50 Chapters, and to celebrate my new LIVE JOURNAL *bows to surpreme master Rai* I have decided to clear my harddrive of all those obscure little stories I wrote but never posted.... Some are more weird than others, and some more controvertial than others but I thought what the hell, to have an archive you\'ve got to have something to put in it. Am I right????
Anyway look out for two coming after Friday Boy, one specifically called the \'Seven Sin\'s of Severus Snape\' and another called \'What the Devil Want\'s\'. They\'re a lot shorter than what I normally write too.
Okay, hope you\'re enjoying \'The Friday Boy\' we\'re nearly at the end my dear readers, with one final little twist that will be the killer.......*Laughs evily* I am the official Queen of Messing with your minds....
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
(Also please visit my live journal at http://riffrafftrash.livejournal.com )