Highly Spirited
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult
Chapters:
16
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Chapter 8 – Breaking Curses
Summary: Chapter 8: Breaking Curses --------- One Ghost Prays While Another Preys
Warning(s): See Chapter 1 for warnings and disclaimer. I still don’t own anything.
Chapter 8 – Breaking Curses
The owl led Harry across an impossibly sunny field considering the weather not far away. He saw a tall form standing by a tree that he recognized.
“Severus?” he asked. The man didn’t seem to hear him. He seemed to be tying some ribbons into the branches of the tree. Harry watched as he knelt down.
“Dear Merlin. Don’t let him go through with this. Please let me be released from this magical pledge.”
Harry tried again. “Severus?” Again, the man continued talking to himself.
Finally, Harry raised his voice, “SEVERUS!” The man turned and gazed piercingly at Harry. Taking in Harry’s disheveled state, he raised an eyebrow. “What happened to you?*” he asked.
“Ran into a little wind,*” Harry said, sheepishly.
“Oh, yes. That would be the ghosts of the castle. They are a tad aggravated with the guests at the moment. Sorry about that.*” He turned back to the tree.
“What are you doing?*” Harry asked.
“Something I’m sure is quite pointless, seeing how it’s never worked before, but I’m attempting to get a wizard more powerful than myself or Tom Riddle to intervene. Merlin is the only one I can think of.” He turned and began putting more ribbons on the tree.
Harry stared at him dumbfounded. “This is crazy. I must be losing it. I only got here yesterday and already my marriage has collapsed, I saved a ghost from another ghost.”* Severus stood and faced Harry. “If you think about it, it makes no kind of sense,*” Harry explained. Severus began walking towards him. “Then I fly through the air with no broomstick, hit a tree and Hedwig, the talking owl, starts insulting me to bring me to…” Harry hesitated as he watched Severus step into his space, towering over him, “the most attractive ghost…I’ve ever seen.”*
Severus pursed his lips and blew gently into Harry’s face. The sensation sent a tingle through Harry. Again, Harry felt it in his magical core. Just an odd little sensation he had never felt before. A sort of electric fluttering.
Severus stepped back again. “Last evening, when you took the killing curse in my stead, you broke the curse that has bound me here for so long.”*
“What curse?*” Harry asked.
“My bonding to Thomas Riddle was arranged by my father. Riddle was the most powerful wizard since Grindelwald. My father noted Riddle’s interest in me so he arranged my bonding to him to shore up his own weak standing in wizarding society. I did not care for Riddle. He was a cruel man, vile, and, ” Harry nodded for Severus to continue, “he had warts.” Harry grimaced as Severus did. “Magical warts that could not be cured. He stank as well.” Harry agreed that Tom Riddle sounded repulsive.
“On the night of the bonding, I refused him,*” Severus stated.
“Refused? Refused him what?” Harry asked.
Severus widened his eyes in disbelief. “I refused him on our wedding night.” Still seeing the blank look on Harry’s face, he added, “To be shagged, you moron!”
“Oh – right. Right!” as the meaning hit Harry. “Yeah…um, go on.” Harry said, turning a bit red for his temporary idiocy. What was it about this man that made him unable to think clearly?
“Riddle thought I was seeing someone else,” Severus said, “but I wasn’t. He would not believe me and in a jealous fury, he did me in*. As you saw.” Severus looked around and took a deep breath. “Now everyday is the same. If he kills me one more time, I'll scream,*” Snape said, sounding vexed.
Harry wasn’t quite sure how to respond so he tried a little levity. “So, Riddle stank, huh?*”
“Yes…and he squished,” Severus added with a disgusted sneer.
“Ugh…” Harry thought a moment. “Uh, do you think you could love a man who belched on occasion but showered regularly and didn’t squish?”
Severus stepped up to him again. “I believe I could find you appealing. If you loved me, then the curse could be broken.”*
Harry lost himself in those eyes again for a few moments until reality set back in. “Oh god. I can’t! I can’t do this. I’m married!”* He looked apologetically at the ghost who backed away then turned his back on Harry.
“Then, you don’t love me,*” he said in a flat tone.
“I didn’t say that,*” Harry argued.
“And I am doomed forever,*” Severus continued as if he didn’t hear Harry. “Even now, Tom prepares himself and oils his wand.” Harry’s eyebrows went up at the inappropriate image that popped into his head.
Severus turned his head to look back at Harry. “Goodbye, Harry Potter.’
“Look, you're dead, I'm English-American. It would never work out,*” Harry argued unconvincingly as if this was just a minor inconvenience.
Severus knelt down and went back to his prayers, ignoring Harry.
“Severus, I don’t want you to get murdered again. I don’t, but…*” But the apparition faded away before him, and Harry was left standing alone.
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Draco was beginning to recover from the potion and decided to get cleaned up. He was singing at the top of his lungs as he soaped himself up in the claw-footed bath that had been converted to a shower.
As he lathered his body, he heard the sounds of someone in the water behind him. Eyes closed to avoid getting shampoo in them, he didn't see the form of a tall, lean man with brown hair rise up behind him.
“Harry, is that you?*” Draco asked. Not receiving an answer, he continued. “I don’t know what happened. I feel so tired and I have such pain all over my body. Could you rub my back?”*
After getting no response, he added, “Go on, Harry, I won’t bite.*”
The man cracked his knuckles and began lightly stroking down Draco’s flank, increasing the pressure a little on each stroke.
“Ooh, Harry. You’ve never done it that way before.*” Draco practically purred. The hands wandered authoritatively over Draco’s back, shoulders, and down into his hips and buttocks. Draco’s purrs got louder.
“Ohh, great Merlin...” a voice not belonging to Harry said.
Draco spun around and grabbed the shower curtain to cover himself as soon as he realized that, in fact, it was not his husband in the shower but a complete stranger.
“Ah no, why’d you go and cover up like that?” the man asked.
“HARRY!” Draco shrieked in a high pitched bellow.
Harry had been coming back to the room and heard Draco’s cries from the hall and rushed in the see what was wrong this time. Draco had the tendency of yelling Harry’s name for any and every little thing.
Draco was clinging to the shower curtain, screaming. The water from the shower still streaming over his back.
Harry grabbed both of his arms to get his attention. “Draco!”
Draco’s eyes snapped open. “Where the hell have you been?*” he demanded. “There was a man in my shower. A big giant man, just standing there, and he was rubbing my back. It felt good. I should have known it wasn’t you. He had warts all over him.”*
“Oh, that’s Tom,*” Harry said in an uncharacteristically nonchalant manner.
“Who’s Tom?*” Draco asked, agitated.
“He’s a ghost.*”
“He’s a what?*”
“He’s a ghost. He kills his husband every night, but other than that, I think he’s harmless.”* Harry explained as he helped Draco out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him. Draco was staring at him as if he was bonkers.
“Get out! Out…out…OUT!*” Draco's voice kept getting shriller. He pushed Harry out of the room and slammed the door in his face.
Harry knocked quietly. “Honey, we have to talk.*”
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* Verbatim dialogue from the movie 'High Spirits'. * inside the quotation marks means just that sentence. Outside the quotation marks would indicate everything inside the quotation mark, not just the individual sentence.
Warning(s): See Chapter 1 for warnings and disclaimer. I still don’t own anything.
Chapter 8 – Breaking Curses
The owl led Harry across an impossibly sunny field considering the weather not far away. He saw a tall form standing by a tree that he recognized.
“Severus?” he asked. The man didn’t seem to hear him. He seemed to be tying some ribbons into the branches of the tree. Harry watched as he knelt down.
“Dear Merlin. Don’t let him go through with this. Please let me be released from this magical pledge.”
Harry tried again. “Severus?” Again, the man continued talking to himself.
Finally, Harry raised his voice, “SEVERUS!” The man turned and gazed piercingly at Harry. Taking in Harry’s disheveled state, he raised an eyebrow. “What happened to you?*” he asked.
“Ran into a little wind,*” Harry said, sheepishly.
“Oh, yes. That would be the ghosts of the castle. They are a tad aggravated with the guests at the moment. Sorry about that.*” He turned back to the tree.
“What are you doing?*” Harry asked.
“Something I’m sure is quite pointless, seeing how it’s never worked before, but I’m attempting to get a wizard more powerful than myself or Tom Riddle to intervene. Merlin is the only one I can think of.” He turned and began putting more ribbons on the tree.
Harry stared at him dumbfounded. “This is crazy. I must be losing it. I only got here yesterday and already my marriage has collapsed, I saved a ghost from another ghost.”* Severus stood and faced Harry. “If you think about it, it makes no kind of sense,*” Harry explained. Severus began walking towards him. “Then I fly through the air with no broomstick, hit a tree and Hedwig, the talking owl, starts insulting me to bring me to…” Harry hesitated as he watched Severus step into his space, towering over him, “the most attractive ghost…I’ve ever seen.”*
Severus pursed his lips and blew gently into Harry’s face. The sensation sent a tingle through Harry. Again, Harry felt it in his magical core. Just an odd little sensation he had never felt before. A sort of electric fluttering.
Severus stepped back again. “Last evening, when you took the killing curse in my stead, you broke the curse that has bound me here for so long.”*
“What curse?*” Harry asked.
“My bonding to Thomas Riddle was arranged by my father. Riddle was the most powerful wizard since Grindelwald. My father noted Riddle’s interest in me so he arranged my bonding to him to shore up his own weak standing in wizarding society. I did not care for Riddle. He was a cruel man, vile, and, ” Harry nodded for Severus to continue, “he had warts.” Harry grimaced as Severus did. “Magical warts that could not be cured. He stank as well.” Harry agreed that Tom Riddle sounded repulsive.
“On the night of the bonding, I refused him,*” Severus stated.
“Refused? Refused him what?” Harry asked.
Severus widened his eyes in disbelief. “I refused him on our wedding night.” Still seeing the blank look on Harry’s face, he added, “To be shagged, you moron!”
“Oh – right. Right!” as the meaning hit Harry. “Yeah…um, go on.” Harry said, turning a bit red for his temporary idiocy. What was it about this man that made him unable to think clearly?
“Riddle thought I was seeing someone else,” Severus said, “but I wasn’t. He would not believe me and in a jealous fury, he did me in*. As you saw.” Severus looked around and took a deep breath. “Now everyday is the same. If he kills me one more time, I'll scream,*” Snape said, sounding vexed.
Harry wasn’t quite sure how to respond so he tried a little levity. “So, Riddle stank, huh?*”
“Yes…and he squished,” Severus added with a disgusted sneer.
“Ugh…” Harry thought a moment. “Uh, do you think you could love a man who belched on occasion but showered regularly and didn’t squish?”
Severus stepped up to him again. “I believe I could find you appealing. If you loved me, then the curse could be broken.”*
Harry lost himself in those eyes again for a few moments until reality set back in. “Oh god. I can’t! I can’t do this. I’m married!”* He looked apologetically at the ghost who backed away then turned his back on Harry.
“Then, you don’t love me,*” he said in a flat tone.
“I didn’t say that,*” Harry argued.
“And I am doomed forever,*” Severus continued as if he didn’t hear Harry. “Even now, Tom prepares himself and oils his wand.” Harry’s eyebrows went up at the inappropriate image that popped into his head.
Severus turned his head to look back at Harry. “Goodbye, Harry Potter.’
“Look, you're dead, I'm English-American. It would never work out,*” Harry argued unconvincingly as if this was just a minor inconvenience.
Severus knelt down and went back to his prayers, ignoring Harry.
“Severus, I don’t want you to get murdered again. I don’t, but…*” But the apparition faded away before him, and Harry was left standing alone.
---
Draco was beginning to recover from the potion and decided to get cleaned up. He was singing at the top of his lungs as he soaped himself up in the claw-footed bath that had been converted to a shower.
As he lathered his body, he heard the sounds of someone in the water behind him. Eyes closed to avoid getting shampoo in them, he didn't see the form of a tall, lean man with brown hair rise up behind him.
“Harry, is that you?*” Draco asked. Not receiving an answer, he continued. “I don’t know what happened. I feel so tired and I have such pain all over my body. Could you rub my back?”*
After getting no response, he added, “Go on, Harry, I won’t bite.*”
The man cracked his knuckles and began lightly stroking down Draco’s flank, increasing the pressure a little on each stroke.
“Ooh, Harry. You’ve never done it that way before.*” Draco practically purred. The hands wandered authoritatively over Draco’s back, shoulders, and down into his hips and buttocks. Draco’s purrs got louder.
“Ohh, great Merlin...” a voice not belonging to Harry said.
Draco spun around and grabbed the shower curtain to cover himself as soon as he realized that, in fact, it was not his husband in the shower but a complete stranger.
“Ah no, why’d you go and cover up like that?” the man asked.
“HARRY!” Draco shrieked in a high pitched bellow.
Harry had been coming back to the room and heard Draco’s cries from the hall and rushed in the see what was wrong this time. Draco had the tendency of yelling Harry’s name for any and every little thing.
Draco was clinging to the shower curtain, screaming. The water from the shower still streaming over his back.
Harry grabbed both of his arms to get his attention. “Draco!”
Draco’s eyes snapped open. “Where the hell have you been?*” he demanded. “There was a man in my shower. A big giant man, just standing there, and he was rubbing my back. It felt good. I should have known it wasn’t you. He had warts all over him.”*
“Oh, that’s Tom,*” Harry said in an uncharacteristically nonchalant manner.
“Who’s Tom?*” Draco asked, agitated.
“He’s a ghost.*”
“He’s a what?*”
“He’s a ghost. He kills his husband every night, but other than that, I think he’s harmless.”* Harry explained as he helped Draco out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him. Draco was staring at him as if he was bonkers.
“Get out! Out…out…OUT!*” Draco's voice kept getting shriller. He pushed Harry out of the room and slammed the door in his face.
Harry knocked quietly. “Honey, we have to talk.*”
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* Verbatim dialogue from the movie 'High Spirits'. * inside the quotation marks means just that sentence. Outside the quotation marks would indicate everything inside the quotation mark, not just the individual sentence.