Jigsaw

JIGSAW

Author: - Riffraff
Rating: - NC-17 or R18+ Depending on the Country.
Pairings: - HP/SS (Some others less significant)
Warnings: - None that you’re going to take any notice of anyway, so I won’t bother.
Summary: - When the War is Over Who Picks up the Pieces. (Severus Snape disappeared after the war, but Harry’s on a mission to find his ex potions professor and fill in the blanks in his memories about what exactly happened the night Voldemort was killed)
Archive: - If you ask nicely, via email.
Disclaimer: - I don\'t profess to own any of the characters or plot co incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. All dirt, sex and other profanity is made from the sick genius of my own and while I use for my own and others amusements the character of JKR\'s stories, I do neither profit monetarily or legally from anything contained within these pages. All relative warnings related to this story are clearly indicated and should you be reading this story and take offence I accept no responsibility having warned you thoroughly before undertaking the project. If you sue, you won\'t make a dime so don\'t bother.
A/N: - I said I’d never do it again but this came to me in the middle of Erestor/Legolas fic and I just couldn’t move on without writing this first. Goddamn the little devil on my shoulder… *looks around for someone with shotgun to put her \'muse\' out of it\'s misery*

CHAPTER 1

In that private moment between being awake and still being asleep the piercing sound of the alarm clock beside the bed disturbed what was left of his dream. To his left he felt the bed dip and a sickening crack as his best friend stretched his back as he rose from the bed beside him. Trying and failing to return to his sleep he listened to the soft pad of feet across the bedroom floor into the tiled bathroom, before the steady stream of someone emptying their bladder before the rushing sound of water as they flushed and washed their hands.

“Get up birthday boy!” It was predictable what happened next as the covers were pulled unceremoniously off him, leaving him exposed in the cold morning air, curled up on his side with nothing on save his emerald green boxer shorts.

“Fuck off Ron.” Was the only muttered reply he could manage as he groaned and attempted to stuff his head beneath the pillows.

“Yeah try me again Harry.” Within an instant the pillow that he’d covered his head with had flown across the room and he was finally forced to roll over and glare at his best friend who was standing in boy leg briefs in the doorway looking far to peaky for a Friday morning. “Up, or we’re going to be late!” With an exaggerated groan Harry rose from the bed and waddled blindly into the bathroom to relieve himself. Returning to the side of the bed Harry pulled on his glasses and then with a flick of his wand re-made the bed and opened the curtains so that the early morning sun streamed into the room. Harry followed the sounds of cooking into the kitchen where Ron was standing at the stove cooking bacon and eggs. Plonking himself down on the stool at the breakfast bar Harry yawned and watched his friend dance about the kitchen preparing breakfast.

“So how does it feel being 27 Potter?” The red head tossed the bacon expertly in the pan before scrambling the eggs some more, just the way he knew his best friend liked them.

“No different from being 26 yesterday.” Harry reached for his packet of cigarettes but was swatted on the hand by the greasy egg flip.

“You said yesterday was your last one, you promised Hermione you’d given up.” Harry glared at Ron who without even blinking took the packet of cigarettes and proceeded to put them down the garbage disposal unit before Harry could protest. Harry rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hands on top of the breakfast bar as he stared out of the kitchen window. There was no point in arguing with Ron, who over the past few years had nearly doubled in size, having bulked up during Auror training making it impossible for Harry to win any fight. Through the window Harry could see the café style net curtains of their nosey neighbor, who as it turned out was in her own kitchen, pretending to be washing up as she peered at the two boys in their own kitchen. Harry smiled at her and gave her a little wave huffing contemptibly as she looked away quickly.

“Fuck I forgot to fill the sink.” Ron swore as he finished severing the breakfast out onto two plates and then realizing he hadn’t filled the sink with hot water for the pan. Balancing his egg flip and hot pan of oil in one hand Ron reached across for his wand resting on the bar next to the phone and with a swish and flick had the sink filled with steaming water, the gas on the stove extinguished and the dirty dishes from last night beginning to wash themselves. Harry groaned as he watched their neighbor’s mouth next-door fall open in shock, her little old lady eyes wide in horror as she stared into their kitchen.

“I wish you wouldn’t use magic where the neighbors can see.” Harry muttered as he grabbed his plate of eggs and bacon along with some cutlery and made his way over to the couch in the living room. Ron snorted in disgust as he too saw their neighbors still staring in at him and his wand.

“Nosey old cow.” Harry glanced over his shoulder and watched as Ron turned around and dropped his boxer shorts exposing his white backside to the woman next door. “Yeah, lick my arse you nosey bitch.” Harry rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his plate of breakfast resting on his lap, as Ron spelled the windows to frost over as he pulled up his pants back up and joined Harry in the lounge with his own breakfast.

“You know you’re never going to convince Hermione you’re serious if you keep pulling stunts like that.” Harry whispered as he put his ‘poetry’ diary on the coffee table along with his quill so that he could put his feet up.

“And you’re never going to get laid if you keep writing depressing shit like that.” Ron gestured to the red leather diary Harry had just moved onto the table. Harry glared at Ron from over a piece of bacon but for the sake of keeping the peace this early in the morning kept his mouth shut. “So are you going into work today?” Ron inquired as he polished off what was left of his breakfast quickly and returned the dirty plate to the kitchen where the dishes were still washing themselves.

“Yeah, got to unfortunately. Lovegood’s on the prowl again for wizards not pulling their weight.” Harry continued to eat slowly as his best friend disappeared back into their shared bedroom to begin getting ready for work.

“She’s a task master isn’t she? No wonder Longbottom left her, she was breaking his balls.” Harry chuckled as Ron paused in the open doorway before disappearing into the shower, leaving Harry to finish his breakfast and begin to get himself ready for the day at the office. He’d been working with the magazine for almost four years now. The ‘Strange Phenomenon’ was a magazine for the niche muggle market but was written entirely by witches and wizards. The only reason Harry had even been given a job was because the editor was Luna Lovegood, and she just happened to read some of Harry’s poetry that Mrs. Weasley had up in her kitchen. It was a good job, the pay was decent and the hours suited Harry just fine. He wasn’t confined to a desk and he was given complete artistic license over the stories he wrote from his time spent researching ‘strange phenomenon’ in the field. It wasn’t what he really wanted to be doing but a lot of things had changed after the war, a lot of things that couldn’t be rectified. Consciously Harry rubbed the back of his neck where the phantom pain of his scar still remained. “Showers free.” Harry shook himself from his distant thoughts as Ron came toddling out of the bedroom his low-slung jeans hanging about his hips, and his toned, muscled and sculptured upper body flexing as he bent down to do up the buckles on his dragon hide boots.

“Thanks.” Harry mumbled as he slid past Ron to go into the shower himself. Ron had certainly grown out of his boyhood very quickly. His long red hair was always tied back in a leather band much like how his older brother Charlie wore it. His weedy frame had thickened and now he was a built like a brick, with arm muscles Harry could hang off. Harry hadn’t done so well. He was still a skinny as a rake, his short hair had remained unruly and messy, and while he’d grown to a decent height, and grown himself a goatee his muscles or lack there of, could barely lift the grocery bags up the stairs to their little flat let alone a person. But Harry wasn’t jealous; his dad had always been skinny so it stood to reason Harry would never be a bulkier build.

Harry took his time in the shower, standing beneath the warm spray until the hot water ran out. Slowly he dressed himself in a cream pair of slacks and a dark blue t-shirt before pulling on his waist length leather jacket and his leather boots.

“You know you’ve got to be at the Broken Broomstick at 8.00 tonight don’t you?” Harry wandered back out into the living room his leather satchel slung over his shoulder as he moved around the lounge picking up his keys, his wallet his note pad, diary and pen. Ron was already pulling on his coat and Harry watched as the red head slipped his wand into is especially designed leather sleeve hanging off his belt before checking the bullets in his gun before tucking the silver revolver into another holder strapped around his middle. Ronald Weasley was widely renowned now, as the most unconventional Auror the ministry had ever seen. Technically Auror’s only ever carried their wands as defense but after an incident in Ron’s first year with a Vampire that nearly killed him, the red haired boy carried the muggle gun with silver plated bullets where ever he went. His excuse being that what a wand couldn’t do, a good swift kick in the happy sacks and a big hole in the head could fix instead.

“It’s still going ahead then? I thought I told your mum I didn’t want a party?” Harry looked pointedly at Ron who’d done up his coat and was pulling on his leather gloves.

“And have you known my mum to ever listen to you?” Ron glanced back at Harry who sighed heavily and nodded as he followed Ron out of their apartment door. Ron took a moment to lock, spell and ward their apartment like usual before the pair of them walked down the two flights of stairs and out onto the busy muggle London street. Ron’s sporty little two door was sitting waiting outside on the street and Harry buried his hands in his coat pocket as he watched as his best friend climbed into the car, started the engine and then wound down the window to talk to Harry. “Just don’t be late, and act surprised okay.” Ron looked at Harry seriously from the window of his car.

“Fine.” Harry muttered as Ron smiled at him widely.

“Good, see you tonight then birthday boy.” With a squeal of tyres Ron had taken off into the morning London traffic, leaving Harry standing frozen on the pavement outside their apartment.

“Bloody Weasley’s.” Harry muttered as he turned and having snuggled into his coat began to short walk to the bus station, to catch his morning ride into work.

TBC>>>>>>>>

A/N Sorry to everyone reading the last story, it was deleted for a reason because I couldn\'t bear to continue posting it knowing that my email just won\'t take anymore abuse. I\'m a tough cookie but sometimes things hurt..... Anyway I believe this little story is and I use this term loosely \'more approriate\' to the fandom and I think you\'ll enjoy it. I enjoyed writing it at least. Sorry again, and for anyone who reads LOTR keep an eye out for me finally updating \'Winter Tears\' which has been on hold while I got my Potter Fucking Phase or PFP as I\'m refereing to it as out of the way.

Cheers and sorry for being weak.

RIFFRAFF