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The Wizard of Oz
Title: The Wizard of OZ
Author: Wyome & Vineeta
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything to the pertaining, except this story.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Possibly language, adult theme, Mpreg, non-con (sorta), Alternate Universe, mild OOC, POV’s
Slash HP/SS
Summary: The Wizard of OZ decides to take a holiday.
Author’s note: Everything will be explained in the story so have patience. However, something’s you need to know Voldemort died when Harry was 15.
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The Wizard of Oz
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Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sat in his favorite chair by the fire trying to read the latest Potions Monthly Quarterly, but unable to do so, because he is to busy contemplating the murder of a certain someone or someone’s for the resent and not so resent break-ins to his private storerooms, for the last 4 months and he had yet to capture the culprit; many of the ingredients are very hard to afford and obtain, plus mostly illegal.
Loathing the very idea of asking the Headmaster for help because he, Severus Snape could not catch a thief, was an option placed on the back burner of his mind simply because it admitted weakness, and not just any weakness, his lack of control was not going to happen even if there were complex spells and exteavyeavy-duty wards around and in his private storerooms. What intrigued him most was that no student should know or could have that kind of power and knowledge to undermine his work.
Slamming the potions book closed in utter disgust, placing the book on the small oak wood table beside his chair; Severus folded his long pale fingers together and thought of the most gruesome, grueling punishment for the person responsible for his lack of control. A demented smile played across his lips, but then a frown replaced the small smile; he found it odd for the alleged person to still three to four ingredients at the same time over a four month period and never the same ones, coming to the resolution that the ‘person’ was actually making a potion that requires a long period of time in creating he made a quick mental note to find out all the possibilities of said potion.
Mentally ticking off every ingredient that was stolen Severus walked over to a nearly hidden bookshelf beside the fireplace, looking at a section that held the more dangerous potions; picking out one book in particular labeled: Encyclopedia of Rare Potions. Scanning through the pages of the book Severus mentally ticked off everything that has occurred during the past few months.
Severus POV
The first time my storeroom was broken into was on October 31st, between the hours of 8:00pm to 11:30pm at the time of that blasted ball began and ended; one vial of Augurey phoenix tears was stole along with Three Ashwinder eggs, A vile of Doxy venom and Chimaera blood also.
The next time something was stolen was on November 20th Hogsmeade weekend, between the hours of 2 and 3 o’clock am exactly the times when I am just coming from my nightly patrol. One fire phoenix feather, powdered Grindylow liver, a jar of Thestral nails and Moutain Troll sweat.
Third, was five slices of Kappa tongue, one Acromatula hair, a small vial containing four drops of Manticore saliva, plus Ukrainian Ironbelly dragon shells. Stolen on December 23rd precisely the same time the students were boarding the train back home.
Lastly, was on the night of January 6th when the start of the term began; a vial of Unicorn hair, crushed vampire fangs, two jars of Moke scales and Mooncalf skin were all stolen in the span of 10 minutes before curfew just as Filch and I were making rounds.
Someone knew exactly where to go for each item without hesitation, the perpetrator knew how and where I kept my ingredients and he or she was careful not to touch or leave any incriminating evidence of their arrival or departure. This leads to a number of any students that has had detention with me, considering that I have nearly half my students label, store and organize my potions storeroom for detentions.
‘What in Merlin’s name could someone want to make with those kind of ingredients; of course there are plenty of ideas what someone would want to make those powerful ingredients and none of it is good, yet, I wish only to discard them. However, mixing those ingredients carelessly could destroy the entire bloody school, however mixed correctly they can create some very powerful potions.
Nevertheless, with all the spells and wards that I put on the storeroom no one could possibly enter so easily, not with all the detection spells I placed inside and outside the classroom and hall; very frustrating indeed, this also eliminates all those who are weak in their magic. Only a few are that strong or smart to get around my detections.
Sighing to myself, I absently rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. Maybe I was wr… miscalculating in not telling the Headmaster about thi thief letting him deal with the entire mess. Although, I would personally love to punish the person or persons responsible and show them why it is dangerous to steal from, Severus Xavien Snape.
I sat back down in my armchair and charmed the candles to burn brighter; flipping through the potions book, I came upon a chapter that dealt with potions that takes months in brewing. Glancing at many of the titles, I found that a little over than half of the potions that takes months to brew actually are highly dangerous and could cause a catastrophic disaster. Forget leveling the school it would render the whole country side a disaster area if the poison got into the water supply, it would kill the human population of the surrounding area in the matter of days.
The rest of the potion titles that were less dangerous, were actually used for good many of them were healing draughts. However, their was one that caught my eye, at the bottom of the list there was one potion that was completely unnamed; glancing at the page number it was on I quickly turned to it. My brow furrowed in confusion as the first lines of the page where a warning, there by all means was nothing wrong with there being a warning at the beginning because, all potions texts require that a wars tos to be present first to ensure safety; however, it was the fact that this particular warning was done in big, bold letters.
Apparently, the unnamed potion had been discovered by a muggle in the Isles of Ireland, amongst an ancient Celtic priest tomb; luckily, there are undercover field agents that were assigned to watch over muggle archeologists so they will not end up getting into things, they should not. The field agents removed the manuscript from the archeologist care and obliviated him; the manuscript the muggle found had ingredients on it a he mistakenly took for a recipe but a magical person immediately recognized it as a potion.
According to the warning, there had been five potion masters who tried to recreate the unknown potion; however, the potion was so unstable that it blew up every time it came to adding the Unicorn hair, which happens to be the last of the ingredients that needs to be added. No other potion master would try to make the potion. So the ministry labeled it as unsafe to brew, although, it could still be recorded into Potion Manuals, however, it is strongly recommended that no one try to brew the potion.
Quickly reading through the ingredients that the potion entailed; listed were all of the ingredients that had been stolen from my private storerooms. Closing the book in utter mortification I absently thought of how I was going to explain to the Headmaster that I inadvertently let a child kill him or herself because I wanted to catch and torture the brat.
I will just have to rectify my mis… error in judgment in the morning; now on to the list of the usual suspects: Potter, Weasley, and Granger. Those three are questionable even I doubt that Potter would put his two friends and the entire school in that kind of danger for another stupid adventure… then again, six years and the boy still attracts danger like werewolves to a bleeding lamb. I snort with indignation at that thought. I will just have to watch those three more carefully to see if anything will be amiss, however, I would doubt they would have found this particular potion because the manuals are by order only.
Secondly, there is Bruce Prentice a third year Ravenclaw that boy has an astounding passion and understanding for potions but to my own horror, also an uncanny thirst for creating new potions out of sheer need to see how different ingredients work. Much like the Weasley twins although, to my relief he does not partake in jokes and pranks he just seem to want to create new things.
I believe he told me his father is a chemist, working for a muggle institution of genetic science. However, that may be I did make Mister Prentice promise never to make anymore unscheduled ‘inventions’ without my presence or assistance, defiantly not after that whole fiasco that happened in potions last year and all the students including myself ending up with different body parts turning invisible.
I still shudder at the memory of several of the more adventurous students who decided invisible ‘hand jobs’ were not, really against school rules and I could not possibly give them detention or take house points away for something I could not see. Ha.
Prentice, although I still cannot rule him out most of the ingredients that were taken can be used as for Dark Arts potions, which leads to any number of my Slytherin\'s becoming suspects but the question is, is the guilty party acting on the order of their parentsthemthemselves? Rubbing the bridge of my nose in agitation over this turn of event’s I resigned myself to staring at the far wall behind the flames of the fireplace.
Damn students and there need to experiment; it is times like these that I wish that the Dark Lord was still alive, that way the little buggers would be to scared to step out of line. Oh, how I can hear Albus now; he will give me a small disapproving look and then offer a cup of tea and insist I take a lemon drop.
I do not know how long I sat there thinking but, so deep in thought, I was startled a bit by a light knocking on my chamber door. And the Raven said ‘Never More’… Merlin, I must lay off the Allen Poe before bed. Standing up I went to the door absently wondering who could be up at this late hour besides myself of course, it could be one of my younger Slytherins suffering from nightmares or perhaps Albus, however, he never knocks.
I can just see his insufferable cheerful face now. ‘My dear boy, I need to ask a favor of you… would like a Lemon drop.’ I’ll tell you what I’d like, to stuff those infernal things down his throat until he chokes. Sighing in recognition I walked the short distance to the door as slowly as possible, just as another round of light knocks resound on the door. Pulling myself up to my full height with a sneer already in place to yell at the person to go away, imagine my shock to open the door and find none other than Harry Potter.
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If anyone would like to voluteer I need a beta please.
Author: Wyome & Vineeta
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything to the pertaining, except this story.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Possibly language, adult theme, Mpreg, non-con (sorta), Alternate Universe, mild OOC, POV’s
Slash HP/SS
Summary: The Wizard of OZ decides to take a holiday.
Author’s note: Everything will be explained in the story so have patience. However, something’s you need to know Voldemort died when Harry was 15.
**
The Wizard of Oz
**
Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sat in his favorite chair by the fire trying to read the latest Potions Monthly Quarterly, but unable to do so, because he is to busy contemplating the murder of a certain someone or someone’s for the resent and not so resent break-ins to his private storerooms, for the last 4 months and he had yet to capture the culprit; many of the ingredients are very hard to afford and obtain, plus mostly illegal.
Loathing the very idea of asking the Headmaster for help because he, Severus Snape could not catch a thief, was an option placed on the back burner of his mind simply because it admitted weakness, and not just any weakness, his lack of control was not going to happen even if there were complex spells and exteavyeavy-duty wards around and in his private storerooms. What intrigued him most was that no student should know or could have that kind of power and knowledge to undermine his work.
Slamming the potions book closed in utter disgust, placing the book on the small oak wood table beside his chair; Severus folded his long pale fingers together and thought of the most gruesome, grueling punishment for the person responsible for his lack of control. A demented smile played across his lips, but then a frown replaced the small smile; he found it odd for the alleged person to still three to four ingredients at the same time over a four month period and never the same ones, coming to the resolution that the ‘person’ was actually making a potion that requires a long period of time in creating he made a quick mental note to find out all the possibilities of said potion.
Mentally ticking off every ingredient that was stolen Severus walked over to a nearly hidden bookshelf beside the fireplace, looking at a section that held the more dangerous potions; picking out one book in particular labeled: Encyclopedia of Rare Potions. Scanning through the pages of the book Severus mentally ticked off everything that has occurred during the past few months.
Severus POV
The first time my storeroom was broken into was on October 31st, between the hours of 8:00pm to 11:30pm at the time of that blasted ball began and ended; one vial of Augurey phoenix tears was stole along with Three Ashwinder eggs, A vile of Doxy venom and Chimaera blood also.
The next time something was stolen was on November 20th Hogsmeade weekend, between the hours of 2 and 3 o’clock am exactly the times when I am just coming from my nightly patrol. One fire phoenix feather, powdered Grindylow liver, a jar of Thestral nails and Moutain Troll sweat.
Third, was five slices of Kappa tongue, one Acromatula hair, a small vial containing four drops of Manticore saliva, plus Ukrainian Ironbelly dragon shells. Stolen on December 23rd precisely the same time the students were boarding the train back home.
Lastly, was on the night of January 6th when the start of the term began; a vial of Unicorn hair, crushed vampire fangs, two jars of Moke scales and Mooncalf skin were all stolen in the span of 10 minutes before curfew just as Filch and I were making rounds.
Someone knew exactly where to go for each item without hesitation, the perpetrator knew how and where I kept my ingredients and he or she was careful not to touch or leave any incriminating evidence of their arrival or departure. This leads to a number of any students that has had detention with me, considering that I have nearly half my students label, store and organize my potions storeroom for detentions.
‘What in Merlin’s name could someone want to make with those kind of ingredients; of course there are plenty of ideas what someone would want to make those powerful ingredients and none of it is good, yet, I wish only to discard them. However, mixing those ingredients carelessly could destroy the entire bloody school, however mixed correctly they can create some very powerful potions.
Nevertheless, with all the spells and wards that I put on the storeroom no one could possibly enter so easily, not with all the detection spells I placed inside and outside the classroom and hall; very frustrating indeed, this also eliminates all those who are weak in their magic. Only a few are that strong or smart to get around my detections.
Sighing to myself, I absently rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. Maybe I was wr… miscalculating in not telling the Headmaster about thi thief letting him deal with the entire mess. Although, I would personally love to punish the person or persons responsible and show them why it is dangerous to steal from, Severus Xavien Snape.
I sat back down in my armchair and charmed the candles to burn brighter; flipping through the potions book, I came upon a chapter that dealt with potions that takes months in brewing. Glancing at many of the titles, I found that a little over than half of the potions that takes months to brew actually are highly dangerous and could cause a catastrophic disaster. Forget leveling the school it would render the whole country side a disaster area if the poison got into the water supply, it would kill the human population of the surrounding area in the matter of days.
The rest of the potion titles that were less dangerous, were actually used for good many of them were healing draughts. However, their was one that caught my eye, at the bottom of the list there was one potion that was completely unnamed; glancing at the page number it was on I quickly turned to it. My brow furrowed in confusion as the first lines of the page where a warning, there by all means was nothing wrong with there being a warning at the beginning because, all potions texts require that a wars tos to be present first to ensure safety; however, it was the fact that this particular warning was done in big, bold letters.
Apparently, the unnamed potion had been discovered by a muggle in the Isles of Ireland, amongst an ancient Celtic priest tomb; luckily, there are undercover field agents that were assigned to watch over muggle archeologists so they will not end up getting into things, they should not. The field agents removed the manuscript from the archeologist care and obliviated him; the manuscript the muggle found had ingredients on it a he mistakenly took for a recipe but a magical person immediately recognized it as a potion.
According to the warning, there had been five potion masters who tried to recreate the unknown potion; however, the potion was so unstable that it blew up every time it came to adding the Unicorn hair, which happens to be the last of the ingredients that needs to be added. No other potion master would try to make the potion. So the ministry labeled it as unsafe to brew, although, it could still be recorded into Potion Manuals, however, it is strongly recommended that no one try to brew the potion.
Quickly reading through the ingredients that the potion entailed; listed were all of the ingredients that had been stolen from my private storerooms. Closing the book in utter mortification I absently thought of how I was going to explain to the Headmaster that I inadvertently let a child kill him or herself because I wanted to catch and torture the brat.
I will just have to rectify my mis… error in judgment in the morning; now on to the list of the usual suspects: Potter, Weasley, and Granger. Those three are questionable even I doubt that Potter would put his two friends and the entire school in that kind of danger for another stupid adventure… then again, six years and the boy still attracts danger like werewolves to a bleeding lamb. I snort with indignation at that thought. I will just have to watch those three more carefully to see if anything will be amiss, however, I would doubt they would have found this particular potion because the manuals are by order only.
Secondly, there is Bruce Prentice a third year Ravenclaw that boy has an astounding passion and understanding for potions but to my own horror, also an uncanny thirst for creating new potions out of sheer need to see how different ingredients work. Much like the Weasley twins although, to my relief he does not partake in jokes and pranks he just seem to want to create new things.
I believe he told me his father is a chemist, working for a muggle institution of genetic science. However, that may be I did make Mister Prentice promise never to make anymore unscheduled ‘inventions’ without my presence or assistance, defiantly not after that whole fiasco that happened in potions last year and all the students including myself ending up with different body parts turning invisible.
I still shudder at the memory of several of the more adventurous students who decided invisible ‘hand jobs’ were not, really against school rules and I could not possibly give them detention or take house points away for something I could not see. Ha.
Prentice, although I still cannot rule him out most of the ingredients that were taken can be used as for Dark Arts potions, which leads to any number of my Slytherin\'s becoming suspects but the question is, is the guilty party acting on the order of their parentsthemthemselves? Rubbing the bridge of my nose in agitation over this turn of event’s I resigned myself to staring at the far wall behind the flames of the fireplace.
Damn students and there need to experiment; it is times like these that I wish that the Dark Lord was still alive, that way the little buggers would be to scared to step out of line. Oh, how I can hear Albus now; he will give me a small disapproving look and then offer a cup of tea and insist I take a lemon drop.
I do not know how long I sat there thinking but, so deep in thought, I was startled a bit by a light knocking on my chamber door. And the Raven said ‘Never More’… Merlin, I must lay off the Allen Poe before bed. Standing up I went to the door absently wondering who could be up at this late hour besides myself of course, it could be one of my younger Slytherins suffering from nightmares or perhaps Albus, however, he never knocks.
I can just see his insufferable cheerful face now. ‘My dear boy, I need to ask a favor of you… would like a Lemon drop.’ I’ll tell you what I’d like, to stuff those infernal things down his throat until he chokes. Sighing in recognition I walked the short distance to the door as slowly as possible, just as another round of light knocks resound on the door. Pulling myself up to my full height with a sneer already in place to yell at the person to go away, imagine my shock to open the door and find none other than Harry Potter.
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If anyone would like to voluteer I need a beta please.