Title: Seraphim
Author: Faline
Summary: style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Harry wakes up and gets the biggest shock
of his lifetime. Well, maybe not the
biggest but DAMN, he gets freaked out.
A/N: First HP story ever. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Tried to do something original. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If it comes back to bite me in the ass, at
least I’ll have an excuse right?
Chapter Six
I walked the grounds of Hogwarts,
simply fascinated by its appearance.
It, of course, looked exactly like it had when I had first arrived at
this place as a First year. Everything
was exactly the way it had been back then.
Oh, how the times had changed it.
Had aged the place and made it look 5 thousand years older. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It felt strange to stand in the same place
that Voldemort would draw his last breath in about nine years from the
date. It felt strange to stand there
in a body nine years older than the one that had killed him.
I bowed my head, remember the
final battle in the shade of the Whomping Willow. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> In the shade of that same tree I remembered
the scarred trunk and branches that had been hit my hexes, curses, and people
alike. With distinct clarity I could
hear the creak of the old limps as my final curse, the style='mso-bidi-font-weight:bold'>Avada Kedavra, hit the man who would take
over the world at the same moment a branch would impale itself through my own
arm.
I realized, a second too late, that the creaking I had heard was not my
memory but the tree of the present.
With a slight scream, I turned my body enough to avoid a severe blow
to the center of my chest, instead, taking it five inches to the left and the
front of my shoulder.
I screamed as I flew. My voice,
not even my own, sounded high pitched and panicky. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> For some insane reason, even the fact that
I was now 30 feet from both the tree and the ground didn’t matter. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> All that mattered was that I was a
girl. And I was flying.
My flight
was rather short lived. I landed a few
seconds after the initial screams had ended.
Hard on my ass, which was less padded than it should
be. The momentum from the blow
caused me to flip once, and end up right back on my ass. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> With a groan, I tried to cradle both the
pummeled shoulder and bruised bottom.
It didn’t work so well.
“Oi! style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Ye all right over there?” style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
I froze
at the sound of the voice. I had not
heard it in the last five years. Not
since I had broken the heart of said voice owner. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I cringed as I heard him jog up behind me
and stop a few feet away. Remembering
that I wasn’t really Harry Potter, I turned to give Oliver Wood a smile. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Yeah, I think so. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I wasn’t paying attention.”
He
smiled, and my heart melted a small amount.
He was just a first year, all limbs and cheeky grins. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I couldn’t help but chuckle as he grinned
in relief. “Well, dats good. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I have ta go. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’m glad you’re all right.” style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Leaving the conversation short lived, he
jogged off again, heading towards the quidditch pitch. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I knew that he would probably be off for
training. It was the season, after
all.
With
another groan, this time all for myself, I rose. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> For some reason, my crotch hurt. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I could only hope that I wasn’t
bleeding. I didn’t want to have to
deal with that monstrosity and try to find out what the hell I needed to find
out.
After a
moment of standing, I concluded that I would be better off sitting down for a
moment. It still hurt and I was
slightly dizzy from the wonderful bird impression. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I stretched out my legs, gazing out across
the lawn. It took me a moment to
remember that is had been where I had first kissed Sev. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This is where I had stumbled across his
unconscious form and had kissed him back to life so to speak. style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
I
couldn’t stop the tear from dripping.
Nor the few that followed it.
This body had some messed up hormones.
And I really missed Sev. The
moping was coming. I could feel it
building behind my eyes, stinging and sour.
Damn this body. With a sigh, I
put my head on my knees and prepared to have a good cry. style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“Miss
Malfoy, it surprises me to find you here.”
I
screamed, half from fight, half from disappointment. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was a short lived blast however, and got
only a chuckle from the man behind me.
“What do you want Severus?”
I heard
him shift from one foot to the other.
He was silent. I looked over my
shoulder at him. He didn’t look
surprised that I had called him by his first name. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This worried me a little. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If anything, he looked disappointed. style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“Would
you care to join me for a cup of tea in my office?”
Something
had definitely been going on between these two. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Sev had never, in all my years at Hogwarts,
invited a student to his office for a cup of tea. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Ever.
He
looked at me expectantly and I was struck by how much he had changed during
the final wars. He looked so much
younger. Younger, but trapped. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A fervent Death Eater, a faithful servant,
a traitor to his brothers in death. Oh
how I loved him.
I rose
with his help and we made our way to the dungeons. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He didn’t ask me why I was holding my
shoulder or why I was walking stiffly.
After the third curious stare, I elaborated on my condition. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “I got a little too close to the Whomping
Willow and took a short trip across the lawn.”
He nodded
in that “I’m-Severus-Snape-And-I-Will-Not-Let-People-See-I’m-Human” sort of
way. I nodded back, and we seemed to
be at an agreement. No discussing things
that didn’t matter.
As we
reached his office door, I smiled small when he spoke the password that I
myself could have used to get in. We
entered the room and I sighed, feeling familiar surroundings once again. style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
Just
inside the door, Sev turned around quickly, trapping me in the door way. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Miss Malfoy . . . “ style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He bent his head slightly, and I could feel
his breath on my cheek. His scent
filled my senses. He was still so
beautiful. Unconsciously, I wet my
lips and leaned my face up. “Seraphim
. . . “
Talk
about killing the mood. My raging male
libido was suddenly run over by a big estrogen school bus. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Severus, we need to talk.” style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
He
blinked and backed up, his eyes becoming less cloudy. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I wasn’t sure if it was concern or lust,
but I didn’t like the way he was looking at Lucius Malfoy’s oldest.
“Yes, yes
we do.” He turned away from me. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I followed him, watching that trim figure,
remembering how good it felt to sleep curled up to that behind. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> How comfortable he was. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I was so caught up in my thoughts that I
didn’t notice he had stopped by the couch and ran right into him. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> We both went sprawling. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He, on the couch. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Me, on top of him. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Well damn.
It suddenly dawned on me that the bus just picked up my libido and
decided to take it for a ride. Even as
a woman I wanted this man.
My crotch
was tingling.
I jumped
up and moved away immediately. “If
there was a point for this invitation, please feel free to come to it.”
>
He
sighed, and nodded. Taking a seat at
one of his couches, he signaled for me to take a seat across from him. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I complied and he leaned forward, bracing
his chin with his hand. “Well, I’d
like to verify with you that nothing about the Order was revealed while you
were sleeping. I tried to bypass your
wards on your Respeaker but I couldn’t.
You’ve changed them in the last few weeks.”
Cue cold
water in three . . . two . . . one . . . I blinked. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “The Order?”
“Yes
Seraphim. The Order. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If you said anything that the Respeaker didn’t
manage to sift out, in your own father’s house none the less, things could
get a little . . . shall we say hairy.”
I coughed
at this. This was taking a moment to
decipher. Apparently not only was I
Lucius Malfoy’s daughter now, but I was also another spy for the Order. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Well I’ll be Dudley’s
skinny uncle. The whole situation
was getting more and more preposterous.
By the second in fact.
“I don’t
remember Severus, I’m sorry.” I gave
him the only answer I could think of.
“I don’t even remember when I put the Respeaker, quite honestly.”
He sighed
and pulled a small piece of metal out of his desk. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It looked sort of like a hair pin that a
Muggle would use. Placing it on the
desk in between us, he looked at me expectantly, then down to the metal.
After a
few moments, he spoke. “Would you
please unward your Respeaker for me, please?”
Oh. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Right.
I picked up the object, trying to remember what I had learned about
Respeakers in Auror training. They
were always warded with something that was familiar and comforting. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I thought for a moment. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I didn’t really know enough about this new
life to be able to guess something even close.
So, I
guess at something wildly. I thought
of the most comforting thing I could at that moment. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> With a thought, the small metal device
popped open lengthwise and emitted a short beep. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Severus watched on, glad that I had managed
to open the thing up. I told it to
recall the last time it was used, and listened with fascination as Lucius
talked to ‘me’ while I slept. He
detailed his latest plans for bringing the Dark Lord back, most of which
would happen in three to five years. I
had to give the guy credit; he was certainly planning a head.
The
Respeaker fuzzed out for a moment until it cleared and we could both hear the
voice of Seraphim Malfoy. She, or I,
seemed to be saying something about a sweet ass. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> With an overwhelming horror, I realized
that I was detailing how delicious the ass of one Severus Snape really was
and how I wouldn’t mind ‘petting it’ for hours on end.
At Snape’s
glare of death, I could only blush.
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Another cliffhanger, sorta. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Lots of fun.
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