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Chapter eight
Severus was effectively helpless. His wrist was badly sprained and it hurt just thinking about it. He was locked in his room with no books, no notes and most importantly, no wand.
No magic.
And mother wasn't allowed to even see him. Tobias Snape had with scaring determination taken over full control of his household and had also stopped drinking. A drunk Tobias was bad enough, but a sober…
Severus was pacing, frantically searching for ways to get out of this and coming up empty handed. He was losing his mind and surely Lucius Malfoy wouldn't even think twice of all this, disgusted by how Severus' family acted. With a whimper he'd never let anybody but himself hear, he flopped on the bed and glared at the ceiling. There had to be a way to contact Dumbledore. Dumbledore would help.
-
Rallying his friends around the cause of getting Severus out of Tobias Snape's control was more difficult that Lucius had expected. They actually couldn't care less, with Sirius even having the gall of sniggering behind a hand and muttering something about Snivellus. Lucius swooped down over the younger boy, grabbed him by the scruff and growled "If you call him that ever again, I'll sodding hex your arse off, and your balls too!"
"Oi, no reason to become abusive, Lucius. Just because you can't get to your new lapdog." Sirius drawled, unimpressed. Malfoy wouldn't dare do anything. "You're better off without that git, and so is Hogwarts."
"Fuckwit." With disgust, Lucius pushed away from Sirius and started pacing. He should've known they wouldn't help. Worthless idiots. "I guess I'll just have to find others who'll help me." Severus' friends. Yes, they would help if he could get them to shut up for long enough to say something. "Get out, the lot of you. You make me sick!" With that Lucius turned away and left the sitting room, leaving his somewhat confused friends behind.
-
"I promise I'll get you out of here, Severus." Eileen whispered, her forehead pressed against the cool door, using the pressure to keep herself together.
"Owl Dumbledore, he'll help you. Or Slughorn. Or both…" Severus whispered back, wishing he could somehow melt through the door. And also wishing he could take his mother with him, when he left. Because he was leaving, some way or other.
"I will… now hush and go to bed, your father will wake up soon." Carefully she slid a small envelope under the door, holding a couple of Muggle painkillers.
Snape stared at the pills and knew she meant well. But he'd rather cry with pain than touch anything Mugglish anymore. "Thanks, mum," he said softly, purposefully addressing her like he had until he'd been old enough to know the difference between correct and incorrect pronunciation of words. There was no immediate response from the other side of the door that he could hear, but he knew she was still there.
"I love you. We'll sort this out." And with that Eileen rose and left, hurrying downstairs to make breakfast for her husband.
-
"Why would we believe you, Malfoy?" Avery looked suspiciously at the boy, not quite understanding what the heck the snob was on about. Severus trapped, in his own home, without his wand? That was just stupid, to think they'd believe that. Malfoy was having them on. It was probably a trap, so they'd get caught doing underage magic.
"Because I saw it, I was there! At Spinner's End! I saw how Mr. Snape took Severus' wand!" Lucius was getting very tired of this foolishness. Why wouldn't anybody help him?
"Sure, and I'm the queen of Sheba," Rosier said mockingly.
"Yeah, you're a queen all right," Wilkes chirped, earning himself a shove from Rosier that toppled him off his chair and onto the floor, laughing.
"Shut up, you dimwits! Didn't you hear me? Don't you care about your friend at all?" Lucius felt like flailing, preferably while shooting hexes at these insults to the Wizarding race!
"Oh come off it, Malfoy. Nobody wants to play your little games. Severus is just helping his father out at the shop, so he won't be able to be around much. He'll turn up. Go play with your own little friends." And with that they wandered off, leaving Lucius alone at the table in the Leaky Cauldron. Lucius didn't know what to do. He couldn't ask father for help, for obvious reasons. Then who?
Dumbledore. He was powerful and even if he apparently didn't care about Slytherins from what the others said, he's surely help a fellow wizard and a student of his out.
-
Albus looked at the two very different and yet so alike letters he'd received. One from Eileen Prince Snape and one from Lucius Malfoy. Both letters had been equally unexpected and it was enough of a puzzle, that it had made him cancel his morning meeting with Minerva in order to read them.
The letters' content made him frown with worry. Severus Snape was a brilliant student, one of the best and constantly received praise from his professors, even if his attitude was terribly abrasive. There was no way he could not help with this. Nobody had the right to keep a wizard or a witch undeservingly and forcefully away from their magic. Not even parents.
He summoned Slughorn, who apparently also had received a letter from Eileen Prince, a favoured student of his, and together they sat down to find a way to extract the boy from his apparent imprisonment.
-
In the meanwhile though. Tobias had become sufficiently angry with his son's stubborn refusal to adapt to Muggle life after three days of house arrest, he thought it was time for a little lesson. A harrowing but useful trip to that Ministry of theirs took care of Severus' little 'boyfriend' and Tobias took great pleasure in telling his son, if he ever wanted to see Malfoy again, he might consider Azkaban.
Severus didn't believe him. Not until the Aurors showed up the next morning, snooping around outside, obviously tracing magical signatures. Lucius had been using his broom, and casting a Lumos. Which was bad enough, in a Muggle area. But he couldn't believe it was enough to send Lucius to prison.
It would however be enough to get him into a load of trouble with his father. Severus groaned and wished the Aurors would look up and see him, take him away from this place. But there was no such luck for Severus Snape.
-
There was no luck for Lucius either, which he found out very quickly after returning home the next day. The Auror standing next to father, looking sternly at Lucius, was a dead give away that something was wrong. Had Snape Sr. actually gone to the Ministry?
After a very long talk with plenty of law reciting and chastising, Lucius was left alone with his father. He almost wished the Auror had taken him with him, when he met Abraxas Malfoy's cold angry eyes. When he found himself confined for the summer in his rooms, without a wand, without any means of contact with the outside world, he knew he'd made a big mistake.
Not with going after Severus, or even standing up to Severus' father. No, he wouldn't regret that or view it as mistakes. But in not leaving at the same time as the Auror. Or even long before. Perhaps he shouldn't even have come back after the end of the semester. He was of age, he could live on his own and do what he wanted. Father shouldn't have this power over him anymore and Lucius was angry with himself for allowing it.
His luck didn't improve when an owl arrived from Albus Dumbledore, where the headmaster promised that he would do all in his power to remove Severus from Spinners End and bring him to Hogwarts. The owl was intercepted by Abraxas and the way he reacted made Lucius wonder if he'd ever see daylight again on this side of the century. And there was nobody to help him, mother apparently equally appalled at his deviant behaviour. And Lucius was afraid the owl from Dumbledore had said there was no way to help Severus, since Severus wasn't of age yet. It was all so unfair. They'd done nothing to deserve this. Nothing! It was tearing him apart and he couldn't understand how he could feel so strongly about it, about Severus…
God, you're such a twat, Malfoy. Get yourself together and get out of here. You know you can, if you put yourself to the task. Chiding himself mostly helped and it did this time too, making him think of all the possibilities he had of getting out of here.
No magic.
And mother wasn't allowed to even see him. Tobias Snape had with scaring determination taken over full control of his household and had also stopped drinking. A drunk Tobias was bad enough, but a sober…
Severus was pacing, frantically searching for ways to get out of this and coming up empty handed. He was losing his mind and surely Lucius Malfoy wouldn't even think twice of all this, disgusted by how Severus' family acted. With a whimper he'd never let anybody but himself hear, he flopped on the bed and glared at the ceiling. There had to be a way to contact Dumbledore. Dumbledore would help.
-
Rallying his friends around the cause of getting Severus out of Tobias Snape's control was more difficult that Lucius had expected. They actually couldn't care less, with Sirius even having the gall of sniggering behind a hand and muttering something about Snivellus. Lucius swooped down over the younger boy, grabbed him by the scruff and growled "If you call him that ever again, I'll sodding hex your arse off, and your balls too!"
"Oi, no reason to become abusive, Lucius. Just because you can't get to your new lapdog." Sirius drawled, unimpressed. Malfoy wouldn't dare do anything. "You're better off without that git, and so is Hogwarts."
"Fuckwit." With disgust, Lucius pushed away from Sirius and started pacing. He should've known they wouldn't help. Worthless idiots. "I guess I'll just have to find others who'll help me." Severus' friends. Yes, they would help if he could get them to shut up for long enough to say something. "Get out, the lot of you. You make me sick!" With that Lucius turned away and left the sitting room, leaving his somewhat confused friends behind.
-
"I promise I'll get you out of here, Severus." Eileen whispered, her forehead pressed against the cool door, using the pressure to keep herself together.
"Owl Dumbledore, he'll help you. Or Slughorn. Or both…" Severus whispered back, wishing he could somehow melt through the door. And also wishing he could take his mother with him, when he left. Because he was leaving, some way or other.
"I will… now hush and go to bed, your father will wake up soon." Carefully she slid a small envelope under the door, holding a couple of Muggle painkillers.
Snape stared at the pills and knew she meant well. But he'd rather cry with pain than touch anything Mugglish anymore. "Thanks, mum," he said softly, purposefully addressing her like he had until he'd been old enough to know the difference between correct and incorrect pronunciation of words. There was no immediate response from the other side of the door that he could hear, but he knew she was still there.
"I love you. We'll sort this out." And with that Eileen rose and left, hurrying downstairs to make breakfast for her husband.
-
"Why would we believe you, Malfoy?" Avery looked suspiciously at the boy, not quite understanding what the heck the snob was on about. Severus trapped, in his own home, without his wand? That was just stupid, to think they'd believe that. Malfoy was having them on. It was probably a trap, so they'd get caught doing underage magic.
"Because I saw it, I was there! At Spinner's End! I saw how Mr. Snape took Severus' wand!" Lucius was getting very tired of this foolishness. Why wouldn't anybody help him?
"Sure, and I'm the queen of Sheba," Rosier said mockingly.
"Yeah, you're a queen all right," Wilkes chirped, earning himself a shove from Rosier that toppled him off his chair and onto the floor, laughing.
"Shut up, you dimwits! Didn't you hear me? Don't you care about your friend at all?" Lucius felt like flailing, preferably while shooting hexes at these insults to the Wizarding race!
"Oh come off it, Malfoy. Nobody wants to play your little games. Severus is just helping his father out at the shop, so he won't be able to be around much. He'll turn up. Go play with your own little friends." And with that they wandered off, leaving Lucius alone at the table in the Leaky Cauldron. Lucius didn't know what to do. He couldn't ask father for help, for obvious reasons. Then who?
Dumbledore. He was powerful and even if he apparently didn't care about Slytherins from what the others said, he's surely help a fellow wizard and a student of his out.
-
Albus looked at the two very different and yet so alike letters he'd received. One from Eileen Prince Snape and one from Lucius Malfoy. Both letters had been equally unexpected and it was enough of a puzzle, that it had made him cancel his morning meeting with Minerva in order to read them.
The letters' content made him frown with worry. Severus Snape was a brilliant student, one of the best and constantly received praise from his professors, even if his attitude was terribly abrasive. There was no way he could not help with this. Nobody had the right to keep a wizard or a witch undeservingly and forcefully away from their magic. Not even parents.
He summoned Slughorn, who apparently also had received a letter from Eileen Prince, a favoured student of his, and together they sat down to find a way to extract the boy from his apparent imprisonment.
-
In the meanwhile though. Tobias had become sufficiently angry with his son's stubborn refusal to adapt to Muggle life after three days of house arrest, he thought it was time for a little lesson. A harrowing but useful trip to that Ministry of theirs took care of Severus' little 'boyfriend' and Tobias took great pleasure in telling his son, if he ever wanted to see Malfoy again, he might consider Azkaban.
Severus didn't believe him. Not until the Aurors showed up the next morning, snooping around outside, obviously tracing magical signatures. Lucius had been using his broom, and casting a Lumos. Which was bad enough, in a Muggle area. But he couldn't believe it was enough to send Lucius to prison.
It would however be enough to get him into a load of trouble with his father. Severus groaned and wished the Aurors would look up and see him, take him away from this place. But there was no such luck for Severus Snape.
-
There was no luck for Lucius either, which he found out very quickly after returning home the next day. The Auror standing next to father, looking sternly at Lucius, was a dead give away that something was wrong. Had Snape Sr. actually gone to the Ministry?
After a very long talk with plenty of law reciting and chastising, Lucius was left alone with his father. He almost wished the Auror had taken him with him, when he met Abraxas Malfoy's cold angry eyes. When he found himself confined for the summer in his rooms, without a wand, without any means of contact with the outside world, he knew he'd made a big mistake.
Not with going after Severus, or even standing up to Severus' father. No, he wouldn't regret that or view it as mistakes. But in not leaving at the same time as the Auror. Or even long before. Perhaps he shouldn't even have come back after the end of the semester. He was of age, he could live on his own and do what he wanted. Father shouldn't have this power over him anymore and Lucius was angry with himself for allowing it.
His luck didn't improve when an owl arrived from Albus Dumbledore, where the headmaster promised that he would do all in his power to remove Severus from Spinners End and bring him to Hogwarts. The owl was intercepted by Abraxas and the way he reacted made Lucius wonder if he'd ever see daylight again on this side of the century. And there was nobody to help him, mother apparently equally appalled at his deviant behaviour. And Lucius was afraid the owl from Dumbledore had said there was no way to help Severus, since Severus wasn't of age yet. It was all so unfair. They'd done nothing to deserve this. Nothing! It was tearing him apart and he couldn't understand how he could feel so strongly about it, about Severus…
God, you're such a twat, Malfoy. Get yourself together and get out of here. You know you can, if you put yourself to the task. Chiding himself mostly helped and it did this time too, making him think of all the possibilities he had of getting out of here.