In Light of a Prediction (A Halloween Ritual)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,845
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Part 9 – Burgeon & Fleck Subsidiary of Flourish & Blotts
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: NC-17 (Eventually)
Chapter: 9 / ?
Word Count: 802
Beta: (Unbeta’d at this time)
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.
Part 9 – Burgeon & Fleck Subsidiary of Flourish & Blotts
Harry followed Severus wide-eyed through the holiday crowds as the man swept off in search of his reading materials. Harry had never expected there to be other areas as in the world like Diagon Alley. Granted he had only been to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, never having the chance to visit other magical communities.
His gaze caught sight of a small Quidditch store, the broom in the window drawing his attention. Even though he no longer played Quidditch, he still enjoyed flying and this broom was exceptional. Nothing of course like his Firebolt, but quite nice indeed.
He started when a hard hand clamped down on his arm and jerked him sideways. His gaze flipped upwards to meet with dark, annoyed eyes.
“Potter, we do not have time for you to gawk like an adolescent schoolboy drooling over his first broom,” Severus sneered, looking down his long nose at him.
“Oh come off it, Sev. Just because Dumbledore hid all your books and upset your routine, doesn’t mean that we can’t make this a bit of a holiday,” Harry smiled winningly up at the grumpy Potion Master. “And when on holiday, a bit of shopping doesn’t go amiss.”
“Shopping is one thing, Mr. Potter. Gawking is another.”
“That is all well and good, but why do you still insist on calling me Mr. Potter. I have asked you time and again to call me Harry.”
“Very well, Harry,” Snape sneered the name through his teeth, “If you are quite through with your window shopping, I would like to get to the book store before I turn gray.”
“Fine,” Harry said, linking his arm with Severus’ and pulling him down the street. “Let’s get you something to read before you turn into a pumpkin.”
“Potter….”
“Oh look, that must be it, humm Burgeon & Fleck , I wonder if they are related to Flourish & Blotts,” Harry smiled up at the scowling Potion Master, as he bounced off in the direction of the book store. Severus sighed heavily, shaking his head as he strode after the rambunctious man.
Severus however, sighed in relief as he stepped into the bookstore and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of parchment and ink. He contained his anticipation behind his usual stoic mask as he began browsing through the multitude of books.
Finding several likely tomes, he gathered the books together carrying them to the front counter where he deposited them. He watched silently as the clerk began adding the prices.
“That will be 4 gallons and 15 knuts, sir. How will you be paying today?” asked the young store clerk cheerfully
“I would like the money transferred from my Gringotts account, under the name of Professor Severus Snape,” sneered Snape.
“Oh…Professor Snape. Uhm, could you wait a moment while I get my manager,” the young man asked, before scurrying off into the back of the store.
“What the matter, Severus? Frightening the help,” Harry asked, coming around a pile of book carrying two muggle paperbacks.
“I…” Severus started but was interrupted by the return of the clerk and an apologetic looking older man.
“Professor Snape, I must say it is an honor to have you visiting our humble store, but I am afraid that we cannot sell you any of these books today,” said the remorseful store manager, looking a bit pained as he spoke.
“What!” snarled Severus. “What do you mean that you cannot sell these items to me!”
“I am terribly sorry sir, but we received a missive from our head store that had been passed down to us stating that we were not to sell any books to Professor Snape nor his companion. There was a letter included with this message that we were to give you upon your arrival,” the store manager quivered in fear from the dark looks he was receiving from the tall man. He handed the envelope over shakily and gestured for his young clerk to follow him to the back room, trying to avoid any other outbursts.
“Why do I have a feeling that we have been setup?” Severus said, one hand clutching the envelope, the other rubbing his temple where a headache was beginning to form. The envelope was pulled from his grasp and he looked up to see Harry reading the letter.
“Well, you’re right. It’s from Albus,” Harry said and began to read the letter aloud.
My Dear Boys,
I see that you didn’t take my advice to use this time to relax and put behind the troubles of Hogwarts. I have taken the liberty of informing the local merchants to not let you purchase any reading materials. Please my boys, use this time to relax and get to know one another better.
Albus Dumbledore
“You might as well kill me now,” deadpanned Severus.
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A/N: I haven't forgotten about alll my current WIPs, I just have been so busy with RL that I haven't had any creative juices flowing lately. But I have been picking away at them slowly. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
~DBZVegeta
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… All Hallows Eve. A prediction causes a bit of trouble for two men.
Rating: NC-17 (Eventually)
Chapter: 9 / ?
Word Count: 802
Beta: (Unbeta’d at this time)
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.
Part 9 – Burgeon & Fleck Subsidiary of Flourish & Blotts
Harry followed Severus wide-eyed through the holiday crowds as the man swept off in search of his reading materials. Harry had never expected there to be other areas as in the world like Diagon Alley. Granted he had only been to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, never having the chance to visit other magical communities.
His gaze caught sight of a small Quidditch store, the broom in the window drawing his attention. Even though he no longer played Quidditch, he still enjoyed flying and this broom was exceptional. Nothing of course like his Firebolt, but quite nice indeed.
He started when a hard hand clamped down on his arm and jerked him sideways. His gaze flipped upwards to meet with dark, annoyed eyes.
“Potter, we do not have time for you to gawk like an adolescent schoolboy drooling over his first broom,” Severus sneered, looking down his long nose at him.
“Oh come off it, Sev. Just because Dumbledore hid all your books and upset your routine, doesn’t mean that we can’t make this a bit of a holiday,” Harry smiled winningly up at the grumpy Potion Master. “And when on holiday, a bit of shopping doesn’t go amiss.”
“Shopping is one thing, Mr. Potter. Gawking is another.”
“That is all well and good, but why do you still insist on calling me Mr. Potter. I have asked you time and again to call me Harry.”
“Very well, Harry,” Snape sneered the name through his teeth, “If you are quite through with your window shopping, I would like to get to the book store before I turn gray.”
“Fine,” Harry said, linking his arm with Severus’ and pulling him down the street. “Let’s get you something to read before you turn into a pumpkin.”
“Potter….”
“Oh look, that must be it, humm Burgeon & Fleck , I wonder if they are related to Flourish & Blotts,” Harry smiled up at the scowling Potion Master, as he bounced off in the direction of the book store. Severus sighed heavily, shaking his head as he strode after the rambunctious man.
Severus however, sighed in relief as he stepped into the bookstore and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of parchment and ink. He contained his anticipation behind his usual stoic mask as he began browsing through the multitude of books.
Finding several likely tomes, he gathered the books together carrying them to the front counter where he deposited them. He watched silently as the clerk began adding the prices.
“That will be 4 gallons and 15 knuts, sir. How will you be paying today?” asked the young store clerk cheerfully
“I would like the money transferred from my Gringotts account, under the name of Professor Severus Snape,” sneered Snape.
“Oh…Professor Snape. Uhm, could you wait a moment while I get my manager,” the young man asked, before scurrying off into the back of the store.
“What the matter, Severus? Frightening the help,” Harry asked, coming around a pile of book carrying two muggle paperbacks.
“I…” Severus started but was interrupted by the return of the clerk and an apologetic looking older man.
“Professor Snape, I must say it is an honor to have you visiting our humble store, but I am afraid that we cannot sell you any of these books today,” said the remorseful store manager, looking a bit pained as he spoke.
“What!” snarled Severus. “What do you mean that you cannot sell these items to me!”
“I am terribly sorry sir, but we received a missive from our head store that had been passed down to us stating that we were not to sell any books to Professor Snape nor his companion. There was a letter included with this message that we were to give you upon your arrival,” the store manager quivered in fear from the dark looks he was receiving from the tall man. He handed the envelope over shakily and gestured for his young clerk to follow him to the back room, trying to avoid any other outbursts.
“Why do I have a feeling that we have been setup?” Severus said, one hand clutching the envelope, the other rubbing his temple where a headache was beginning to form. The envelope was pulled from his grasp and he looked up to see Harry reading the letter.
“Well, you’re right. It’s from Albus,” Harry said and began to read the letter aloud.
My Dear Boys,
I see that you didn’t take my advice to use this time to relax and put behind the troubles of Hogwarts. I have taken the liberty of informing the local merchants to not let you purchase any reading materials. Please my boys, use this time to relax and get to know one another better.
Albus Dumbledore
“You might as well kill me now,” deadpanned Severus.
~~~~~~~~
A/N: I haven't forgotten about alll my current WIPs, I just have been so busy with RL that I haven't had any creative juices flowing lately. But I have been picking away at them slowly. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
~DBZVegeta