In Light of a Prediction (A Halloween Ritual)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
Chapters:
9
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6,843
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16
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Part 7 - The Town
Fic title: In Light of a Prediction (Formerly A Halloween Ritual)
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… All Hallows Eve. A prediction causes a bit of trouble for two men.
Rating: R
Chapter: 7 / ??
Word Count: 667
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.
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Part 7 – The Town
Harry struggled to hide his amusement as he watched Severus negotiate his way between the holiday crowds that filled the sidewalk. Albus had been correct in his assessment of the distance from the cabin to the town, and it had taken them only a short time to find the quaint village. However, since it was so close to the holiday's, everyone and their brother was out shopping, and they had not as of yet found the entrance to the wizarding section of the town. So in short, Harry was watching as Severus struggled to hold his temper around the muggles.
He watched as Severus nearly growled as a short, dumpy woman ran into him. As she turned to apologize, he glared down at her, his arms coming up to cross over his chest. She hurmped, muttering, ‘I never’ and stalked away, nose in the air at his manner.
Harry finally could no longer hold in his laughter and started snorting with amusement.
“And what, pray tell do you find so amusing, Mr. Potter?” Severus growled, his glare moving up a notch in intensity.
“You, Severus,” Harry said around snorts, ignoring the muscle that seemed to be twitching in Severus’ jaw. “She was only going to apologize, and yet you treated her to the famous Snape glare.”
“Well, she should have been watching were she was going in the first place,” Severus sneered, causing Harry to laugh harder. “If you are finished with your histrionics, can we please find the entrance to the Alley?”
“Sure, Severus,” Harry chortled and strode forward, ignoring the glare he knew was boring into his back. He could feel a hint of magic in the air and looked around, trying to find the one area that seemed out of place in the predominately muggle street. Spotting a fluttering out of the corner of his eye, he yelped and bounded happily across the street leaving Severus behind to glare angrily after him.
“Damn brat,” Severus snarled, as he moved to follow the exuberant man. Turning he started to step off the sidewalk when he was plowed into by a short muggle women carrying a tall, towering bundle of packages. They both went sprawling, Severus growling all the time as he pulled himself up, brushing ineffectually at the damp spot on his new black overcoat.
“Well, just don’t stand there, help me up,” came an indignant voice from the ground near his feet. He looked down, a sneer crawling easily over his face, at the panting red-face woman.
“Since you were the one who so rudely ran into me, I would suggest madam that you find your own way back to your feet.” With this said he turned, his black coat doing a poor imitation of his swirling robes and ignored the screeching from behind him.
He strode angrily across the road, ignoring the blaring horns and screeching brakes from the automobiles that cruised along the busy street. Reaching the other sidewalk, he turned and looked for his supposed companion and found him bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of a unkempt looking building. Looking up, he sighed as he took in the unmistakable sign at read ‘A Wizard’s Brew – Cauldrons for All Uses’. It was obvious under the same ‘muggle-notice-me-not’ spell that masked many of the wizarding worlds other entrances.
“Geez, Sev, are you really that much of a git that you couldn’t help that poor lady up?” Harry said, as he drew up next to him.
“That lady, as you remark, was the cause of the incident and therefore should have been the one to assist me, not the other way around.”
“Well obviously you aren’t a gentleman, are you?” Harry frowned, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Never claimed I was one, Potter. Are we going to enter this lovely establishment, or are we going to gawk at all the irritating inhabitants?”
“Fine, have it your way,” Harry huffed and stomped off into the store.
“Merlin, give me strength.”
~TBC~
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… All Hallows Eve. A prediction causes a bit of trouble for two men.
Rating: R
Chapter: 7 / ??
Word Count: 667
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.
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Part 7 – The Town
Harry struggled to hide his amusement as he watched Severus negotiate his way between the holiday crowds that filled the sidewalk. Albus had been correct in his assessment of the distance from the cabin to the town, and it had taken them only a short time to find the quaint village. However, since it was so close to the holiday's, everyone and their brother was out shopping, and they had not as of yet found the entrance to the wizarding section of the town. So in short, Harry was watching as Severus struggled to hold his temper around the muggles.
He watched as Severus nearly growled as a short, dumpy woman ran into him. As she turned to apologize, he glared down at her, his arms coming up to cross over his chest. She hurmped, muttering, ‘I never’ and stalked away, nose in the air at his manner.
Harry finally could no longer hold in his laughter and started snorting with amusement.
“And what, pray tell do you find so amusing, Mr. Potter?” Severus growled, his glare moving up a notch in intensity.
“You, Severus,” Harry said around snorts, ignoring the muscle that seemed to be twitching in Severus’ jaw. “She was only going to apologize, and yet you treated her to the famous Snape glare.”
“Well, she should have been watching were she was going in the first place,” Severus sneered, causing Harry to laugh harder. “If you are finished with your histrionics, can we please find the entrance to the Alley?”
“Sure, Severus,” Harry chortled and strode forward, ignoring the glare he knew was boring into his back. He could feel a hint of magic in the air and looked around, trying to find the one area that seemed out of place in the predominately muggle street. Spotting a fluttering out of the corner of his eye, he yelped and bounded happily across the street leaving Severus behind to glare angrily after him.
“Damn brat,” Severus snarled, as he moved to follow the exuberant man. Turning he started to step off the sidewalk when he was plowed into by a short muggle women carrying a tall, towering bundle of packages. They both went sprawling, Severus growling all the time as he pulled himself up, brushing ineffectually at the damp spot on his new black overcoat.
“Well, just don’t stand there, help me up,” came an indignant voice from the ground near his feet. He looked down, a sneer crawling easily over his face, at the panting red-face woman.
“Since you were the one who so rudely ran into me, I would suggest madam that you find your own way back to your feet.” With this said he turned, his black coat doing a poor imitation of his swirling robes and ignored the screeching from behind him.
He strode angrily across the road, ignoring the blaring horns and screeching brakes from the automobiles that cruised along the busy street. Reaching the other sidewalk, he turned and looked for his supposed companion and found him bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of a unkempt looking building. Looking up, he sighed as he took in the unmistakable sign at read ‘A Wizard’s Brew – Cauldrons for All Uses’. It was obvious under the same ‘muggle-notice-me-not’ spell that masked many of the wizarding worlds other entrances.
“Geez, Sev, are you really that much of a git that you couldn’t help that poor lady up?” Harry said, as he drew up next to him.
“That lady, as you remark, was the cause of the incident and therefore should have been the one to assist me, not the other way around.”
“Well obviously you aren’t a gentleman, are you?” Harry frowned, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Never claimed I was one, Potter. Are we going to enter this lovely establishment, or are we going to gawk at all the irritating inhabitants?”
“Fine, have it your way,” Harry huffed and stomped off into the store.
“Merlin, give me strength.”
~TBC~