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Fairy Tales

By: SiriusLives689
folder Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 22
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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chapter 8

Brandon slipped into bed beside Draco, who was snoring softly. Feeding always took a lot out of the victim; Draco would stay asleep for quite some time. Quickly, Brandon was in deep slumber beside his friend.


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Severus rose from the balcony and stretched. His son was becoming more and more like him every day. Severus was tired. More tired than he could ever remember himself being. He turned on his heel and headed to a dark room in his home. There were no windows in this room, no furniture, just an ordinary coffin. Typically, he slept in a very comfortable bed next to his bride, today; he would lounge in the bed that was given to him by his grandparents. As he opened the top, he marveled at the soft silk sheeting that was on the inside; brilliant green, true Slytherin colors.

Severus climbed in and lay down, wiggled until he was comfortable, then promptly fell asleep.

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Elizabeth Snape stirred in her sleep. She could feel that her father was at home and resting. Slowly she opened her eyes, she wanted to find him. She and her father had a strange sort of connection, if she thought hard enough, she would be led to him, and she would hear his voice in her head telling her where to go. Something about his voice made her smile; it was like a warm blanket. She knew that he would be her protector. He had dubbed her as Bethey when she was born, the name stuck and she supposed that no one really new her true name. Bethey shut her eyes and thought really hard, ‘Daddy, where are you?’ Thoughts started to jumble in her mind as she rose from her chambers and opened the door. She was being lead to his private quarters, no one but her had ever entered, not even her mother. She opened the door to the dark room and approached her father’s coffin. She smiled as she saw the top raise, he was inviting her in. She crawled into his lair and snuggled up next to him. Wrapping his arms around the beautiful child that was his daughter, he sighed, ‘Hungry, Bethey.’ It was not a question. She grinned as he offered his wrist. She took a small bite. The blood that her father supplied was so different than that of anyone else’s. She often thought that is why she bit people so often. She was trying to find another source of parental blood, only she was too young to realize that there was nothing like it. As the blood poured over her lips, all the feelings of love and emotion from him poured into her tiny body. She could feel the warmth that he held for her. She sighed contently and released him. “It always taste better coming from you.” He chuckled at her and stroked her hair. “Get some sleep, little one. Tomorrow, we shall go hunting.” Bethey always liked to hunt with her father.

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Draco and Brandon walked down Olive Street silently. Brandon knew that Draco wanted to inquire about the previous evenings events; however, he was confused how to phrase it. Brandon cleared his throat, loudly.

“Anything you wanna discuss?”

Draco raised his eyes to Brandon’s and shrugged. This was unusual for the blond; normally he was full of words.

“It is normal to have concerns about what I did to you last night, you know?”

“Concern is not the word. Confused, questioning, amazed, enthralled, scared shitless, those are some of the words you might like to use. ‘Concerns’ make me think of your father. You know, you act more and more like him every day.”

Brandon smiled, “I think that was a compliment.”

Draco let out a hearty laugh, “Only you would take it that way. Did you know your father is the most hated and feared professor at Hogwarts?”

“Yeah, he’s mentioned it once or twice. Tell me why do they hate him?”

“He’s cruel, sadistic, sarcastic, mean, which is entirely different from being cruel, and stubborn. Besides all that, he is biased towards his own house, tends to catch all the students while shagging, and takes off more house points than all of the other teachers combined! But, he can make on hell of an entrance and knows more about bloody potions than anybody I have ever heard about or read about. That mind reading thing is a nuisance, also. Granted the only problem I find with him is the mind reading thing. I rather enjoy his bias and seeing him take house points gives me a semi, it’s beautiful.”

Brandon was laughing so hard by now, his side hurt. “Don’t ever let him hear you call it mind reading, he’ll flip out!!”

“What exactly is it that you all do?”

“We just hear thoughts, its irritating for us as well. Could you imagine being in a castle filled with hundreds of gossiping kids and hearing what all of them say or think? Merlin knows, I have tired of hearing the girls as my school whispering about me behind my back, or the kids who are afraid of me because of what I am. It is kind of hard to shut those thoughts off. Dad started working with me when I was 10 so that school would not be so difficult. I am just now learning to fine tune the skills needed to shut out people’s thought.”

They walked the dark streets in silence. After what seemed like an eternity, Draco stopped walking and turned to Brandon, “Tell me what you did to me? Why did I feel as though all of your passions were my own? I have never felt such pleasure and pain at the same time, it was—poetic.”

“I don’t know about that”, Brandon smiled, ‘I had wanted to taste you for quite some time. Feelings were running high because of the sex. When my teeth sink into your skin, you release all your life to me. Your blood is your life. I can feel your life coursing with mine. Feel your heart beating with mine. Through the bond, I can send you my feelings, so you in return feel what the life is giving me. Because of the circumstances, the girls and the booze and the sex, I was feeling quite high on the blood. I can’t say why I kissed you. I can say that it was terribly erotic. I had never kissed a man before. I am fairly sure that I don’t want to poke you in the ass, though.”

“You have no idea how much that delights me to hear you say that.”

“I have some idea. I don’t want anyone to poke me either!”

“Yet, we do it to girls.” Draco sighed.

“Yes, it is quite entertaining.”

The boys walked down the road and turned off into an alleyway. It was dark and lonely. As they walked, Draco took in the sights. He was so impressed by the structure of the city, and their sole footsteps were the only thing reverberating off the pavement. As they reached the end of the alley they took a left onto another alley way. Draco felt a chiln don down his back.

Brandon stopped. Draco could see his ears twitch as if they were hunting for a sound. Suddenly, Brandon made a very swift and proper movement. He turned on his heel with the precession of the elder Snape. As he did he tossed his cape over one shoulder, squaring his body towards a group of men Draco had not seen yet.

Draco slipped his wand out of his cloak and held it tightly.

Brandon stated rather businesslike, “What have you interest in my fair friend and me?”

The largest gentleman moved, no glided, forward. He was tall, well built and rather sallow-looking. He had very long dark hair and was barring his teeth. His cloak was tossed over one shoulder just as Brandon had done. “I am very interested in you small Snape. I would love an explanation on why you have never been presented to the Dark Lord. You hold some precious talents, he would be pleased. He would be unpleased about your father’s betrayal to him; he will finally be punished for something. I for one can’t wait to witness him screaming and writhing on the ground. It will please me beyond anything more.”


“Why would you even consider being so un-loyal towards a higher ranking member of your kind. I would think that the Dark One could smell your thrill and relish in making you plead for mercy.”

Brandon had the style of a very important person. He also looked unafraid. Draco was amazed to see so much of Snape in Brandon.

“Besides, what does it matter if the Dark Lord knows of me or not? My powers have only just now begun to strengthen; it makes me wonder if you have even ever met my father. If you had, you would know that he is very well organized and loves to make the most of his hand. I am just another pawn in his power struggle with the rest of the Death Eaters.”

Brandon then began to approach the man. Swiftly he rounded into a circle and waltzed with the attacker. The other men on the sideline waited for their cue to enter the fight.

The man turned and faced Brandon, “Want to duel me, boy? I serve along side your father and the Malfoy kids with the Dark Lord. Yes, I know of you, your sister and that lovely woman that Snape beds each night. I hold the power to destroy him. I could take away all that clout he has with the Dark Lord. All I have to do is open my mouth and speak, I could destroy him.”

“Why would you want to do that? What has my father ever done to you?”

The man’s wand rose into the air chest height on Brandon and he started to utter a spell, Brandon reacted, sharply moving to the right and attempting to place a binding curse on the man. The man laughed as he moved forward towards Brandon. He then turned his attention to the group of men. All wands were drawn and pointed at someone. Quickly, Draco was at Brandon’s side. “If you want him, you’ll have to take on me as well.” said Draco. The man started to approach as Brandon and Draco both yelled “Stupify!” The curse knocked man over. Then in a fury of red and green sparks, curses were being hurled at one another in record speed. Brandon knew that it was important not to let these men get away. His father would be murdered for sure. Then out of a moment of brilliance, Draco cast a very complex charm. He made certain that the men could not move or apperate, the men were bound together by invisible ropes. Brandon walked over to the front man, he was shaking with anger. The man looked at Brandon and simply said, “He will make good on his promises. He and Snape have a long history together.”


“Why does he want to destroy my father so? What is the man’s name?”


“His name is Carnell. Joseph Carnell. He hates your father for many reasons. Your best move is to kill him.”


“What do we do with them” asked Draco.

“Obliviate.” Brandon muttered towards the group of bound men.

Brandon then turned his wand toward the man lying on the pavement.

“Avada Kedavra”


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Both boys were sitting in a room that was dull and old. The paint was coming away from the walls and they were doing their best to explain to the muggle police why they were in an alley with a dead man. They had tried to explain that they were just walking around and happen to come upon the man as he was.

The muggle police were not buying it.

Three hours later, both boys were placed in a holding cell and told that they could call someone to come down there and see about them. Someone had mentioned a something called a lawyer, but neither of the boys knew what this was.

Brandon sat on a bench and wondered how he was going to explain this to his father. Draco, on the other hand, knew he was about to be written off the face of the earth by his father. His mind was reeling; Brandon had spoken the killing curse.

“I don’t know how to use the phoney thing. Besides that, no one I know has one. Where is Ron Weasley’s dad when you need him?”

“Who?”

“This boy at school. Dad loves muggle things.”

“Well, I don’t know about that, there is a way to get my father, it’s tricky. He’ll be pissed if I interrupt anything grand. But I will try. Bethey has more of a talent for this, so be patient.”

Draco sat back and watched his friend enter a deep concentration.

Fifteen minutes later, he opened his eyes. “Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy are coming to the county jail.”

“Shit.” was Draco’s only reply.

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