TITLE Harry Potter and the Secret Cabinet
AUTHOR islington road
RATING R for the hell of it, any sex is several thousands words off in the distance
PAIRING HP/SS
WARNINGS AU, eventual slash, underage!Harry, chanslash-ish, issues of consent
SUMMARY Harry & Co are happily living in Godric's Hollow when a Fair comes to the village, strange things start happening and Harry gets embroiled with a nefarious doctor and his somnambulistic-Severus-sideshow exhibit (that's a bit of a tongue twister, actually)
NOTES Inspired by the German film 'The Cabinet of Dr Caligari' directed by Robert Wiene in 1920. Will probably pick up a few elements from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein once the ball gets rolling, too. What can I say? Severus as a monster in everyone's eyes but Harry's is a recurring theme of this fandom - I'm just adding the schlock and heavy eye make-up - Oh, wait...
DISCLAIMER The monkey made me do it! These names and characters are not mine. The story was inspired by things that are not mine. I don't even know if the monkey's mine but he followed me home...
HARRY POTTER AND THE SECRET CABINET
The Fair was coming to Godric's Hollow.
Colourful paper posters adorned every post and every wall. They proclaimed fantastic sights and magical tricks, exotic beasts and strange monsters. And they were all coming to Godric's Hollow. Needless to say, everyone was quite excited.
None more so than Harry's friend, Ron. 'Oh my god! Oh my god Harry! Look at this! Have you seen it? Look at it!' Ron shoved a dogeared poster into Harry's face. 'Look Harry, it says 'World's Most Beautiful Woman'. See? Right there! 'World's Most Beautiful Woman' and she's coming here! I think I'm in love...' Ron mock-swooned into Harry's arms. Well, sort of.
'Get off.' Harry nudged his friend with an elbow.
'You can't tell me you're not excited, mate.'
'Of course I'm excited, Ron. But I want to see the magic tricks! I've never seen real magic before. And I promised Hagrid I'd go and see the strange animals with him. I don't think I'll have a chance to see this lovely lady of yours.' Ron was outraged.
'How can you not make time for beauty? She's the most beautiful woman in the whole entire world, Harry! You might never get this kind of a chance again.'
'You do realise, Ron, that's it's going to be some old hag in a dress wearing a wig made from horsehair, don't you,' Harry teased.
'Blasphemy! It says 'World's Most Beautiful Woman' on the poster,' which he waved in Harry's face again for emphasis, 'and the world's most beautiful woman it must be!'
'Whatever you say, Ron.' Further banter was suspended as the boys had arrived at Harry's front gate. 'You want to come in?'
'Nah. Promised Mum I'd keep an eye Ginny tonight. That way I get the whole weekend little-sister-free. See you tomorrow at the Fair?'
'Sure. I'm meeting up with Hagrid in the morning, he said something about his cousin or something tagging along. And Sirius said he wanted to check it out, too.' Ron chuckled.
'Well, if you're going to be anywhere near Hagrid tomorrow I'll find you easily enough. Cor, but he must seven-foot tall that bloke. I'll definitely be able to spot him in the crowd. See you tomorrow, then,' said Ron, waving as he headed off home.
'Yeah, see you Ron,' and Harry waved as well and turned to go through the gate.
--oOo--
Harry didn't remember much about his parents. He'd lived with his godfather, Sirius, since the time he was a toddler. He didn't mind too much, after all, in Godric's Hollow there were plenty of people to tell him stories about his parents. Lily and James had lived there all their lives, and the tales that were told about them painted them in a rosy, romantic light. As far as Harry was concerned, his parents had been perfect.
Sirius, in Harry's estimation, was not perfect. Sirius was tall, had really long hair, scruffy stubble, a fondness for overcoats, dirty jokes, single malt whiskey and was the proud owner of the only combustion-engine-powered motorised-cycle machine. Which he had called The Black Beast. Sirius was better than perfect. He was cool. Harry thought it was bloody brilliant. He wanted to be just like his godfather when he was older. Just maybe, you know, even cooler. Maybe with longer hair or a bigger motor-thingy.
Sirius always laughed when told him it was his life's ambition to be just like his godfather (he never mentioned the 'even cooler' bit, not to Sirius anyway). Harry's godfather always ruffled his hair and said 'Of course you're going to be as cool as me, Harry. Just as soon as you finish school and head off to university, you can be as cool as you want'.
School was, of course, the sticking point. Harry didn't see why he had to finish his schooling (let alone start even more at university!) when Sirius had left school well in advance of the final years. If it was good enough for Sirius wasn't it good enough for Harry? Apparently not. Sirius was determined to make up for his less than brilliant life by making sure Harry did all the right things - like finishing school. Sigh.
School was, in fact, where Harry and Ron had just come from. Both boys were in their second-to-final year and were hoping to avoid the dreaded actual- final year by doing well enough that they were accepted as apprentices, as Ron was hoping for, or accepted to a university, like Sirius was telling Harry to hope for. Sigh.
What it meant right now, was that Harry had to spend the last few hours of a perfectly good Friday afternoon on perfectly dull homework in order to be able to skive off all weekend at the long anticipated Fair. If he instead skived off on his homework he'd end up being guilt-tripped by Sirius and unable to enjoy the long anticipated Fair. Sigh. God but life sucked sometimes.
Harry plodded upstairs to his room with only the promise of the weekend to sustain him.
--oOo--
Magic tricks! Harry told himself two and one-quarter hours later when boredom had rendered his mind as numb as his backside from all the sitting still in one position he'd been doing. Unless you counted turning pages as physical activity - which Harry didn't. Think of the magic tricks and three- headed dogs you're going to see if you get this all finished! Positive thinking, Harry old boy! Positive thinking!
Harry shook his head. Maybe he'd been spending too much time with Ron's older brothers. Oh well.
It was one tired Harry Potter than dragged his homeworked-out body to bed that night. And it was one tired Harry Potter that dreamed strange dreams of hidden faces and dark shadows. And it was one tired Harry Potter who mumbled sleepily to no one in particular 'Of course I think Fluffy is a lovely name, Hagrid'...
So maybe not all the dreams were of hidden faces and dark shadows, but they were all strange dreams.
And the boy slept.
To be continued...
AUTHOR islington road
RATING R for the hell of it, any sex is several thousands words off in the distance
PAIRING HP/SS
WARNINGS AU, eventual slash, underage!Harry, chanslash-ish, issues of consent
SUMMARY Harry & Co are happily living in Godric's Hollow when a Fair comes to the village, strange things start happening and Harry gets embroiled with a nefarious doctor and his somnambulistic-Severus-sideshow exhibit (that's a bit of a tongue twister, actually)
NOTES Inspired by the German film 'The Cabinet of Dr Caligari' directed by Robert Wiene in 1920. Will probably pick up a few elements from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein once the ball gets rolling, too. What can I say? Severus as a monster in everyone's eyes but Harry's is a recurring theme of this fandom - I'm just adding the schlock and heavy eye make-up - Oh, wait...
DISCLAIMER The monkey made me do it! These names and characters are not mine. The story was inspired by things that are not mine. I don't even know if the monkey's mine but he followed me home...
HARRY POTTER AND THE SECRET CABINET
The Fair was coming to Godric's Hollow.
Colourful paper posters adorned every post and every wall. They proclaimed fantastic sights and magical tricks, exotic beasts and strange monsters. And they were all coming to Godric's Hollow. Needless to say, everyone was quite excited.
None more so than Harry's friend, Ron. 'Oh my god! Oh my god Harry! Look at this! Have you seen it? Look at it!' Ron shoved a dogeared poster into Harry's face. 'Look Harry, it says 'World's Most Beautiful Woman'. See? Right there! 'World's Most Beautiful Woman' and she's coming here! I think I'm in love...' Ron mock-swooned into Harry's arms. Well, sort of.
'Get off.' Harry nudged his friend with an elbow.
'You can't tell me you're not excited, mate.'
'Of course I'm excited, Ron. But I want to see the magic tricks! I've never seen real magic before. And I promised Hagrid I'd go and see the strange animals with him. I don't think I'll have a chance to see this lovely lady of yours.' Ron was outraged.
'How can you not make time for beauty? She's the most beautiful woman in the whole entire world, Harry! You might never get this kind of a chance again.'
'You do realise, Ron, that's it's going to be some old hag in a dress wearing a wig made from horsehair, don't you,' Harry teased.
'Blasphemy! It says 'World's Most Beautiful Woman' on the poster,' which he waved in Harry's face again for emphasis, 'and the world's most beautiful woman it must be!'
'Whatever you say, Ron.' Further banter was suspended as the boys had arrived at Harry's front gate. 'You want to come in?'
'Nah. Promised Mum I'd keep an eye Ginny tonight. That way I get the whole weekend little-sister-free. See you tomorrow at the Fair?'
'Sure. I'm meeting up with Hagrid in the morning, he said something about his cousin or something tagging along. And Sirius said he wanted to check it out, too.' Ron chuckled.
'Well, if you're going to be anywhere near Hagrid tomorrow I'll find you easily enough. Cor, but he must seven-foot tall that bloke. I'll definitely be able to spot him in the crowd. See you tomorrow, then,' said Ron, waving as he headed off home.
'Yeah, see you Ron,' and Harry waved as well and turned to go through the gate.
--oOo--
Harry didn't remember much about his parents. He'd lived with his godfather, Sirius, since the time he was a toddler. He didn't mind too much, after all, in Godric's Hollow there were plenty of people to tell him stories about his parents. Lily and James had lived there all their lives, and the tales that were told about them painted them in a rosy, romantic light. As far as Harry was concerned, his parents had been perfect.
Sirius, in Harry's estimation, was not perfect. Sirius was tall, had really long hair, scruffy stubble, a fondness for overcoats, dirty jokes, single malt whiskey and was the proud owner of the only combustion-engine-powered motorised-cycle machine. Which he had called The Black Beast. Sirius was better than perfect. He was cool. Harry thought it was bloody brilliant. He wanted to be just like his godfather when he was older. Just maybe, you know, even cooler. Maybe with longer hair or a bigger motor-thingy.
Sirius always laughed when told him it was his life's ambition to be just like his godfather (he never mentioned the 'even cooler' bit, not to Sirius anyway). Harry's godfather always ruffled his hair and said 'Of course you're going to be as cool as me, Harry. Just as soon as you finish school and head off to university, you can be as cool as you want'.
School was, of course, the sticking point. Harry didn't see why he had to finish his schooling (let alone start even more at university!) when Sirius had left school well in advance of the final years. If it was good enough for Sirius wasn't it good enough for Harry? Apparently not. Sirius was determined to make up for his less than brilliant life by making sure Harry did all the right things - like finishing school. Sigh.
School was, in fact, where Harry and Ron had just come from. Both boys were in their second-to-final year and were hoping to avoid the dreaded actual- final year by doing well enough that they were accepted as apprentices, as Ron was hoping for, or accepted to a university, like Sirius was telling Harry to hope for. Sigh.
What it meant right now, was that Harry had to spend the last few hours of a perfectly good Friday afternoon on perfectly dull homework in order to be able to skive off all weekend at the long anticipated Fair. If he instead skived off on his homework he'd end up being guilt-tripped by Sirius and unable to enjoy the long anticipated Fair. Sigh. God but life sucked sometimes.
Harry plodded upstairs to his room with only the promise of the weekend to sustain him.
--oOo--
Magic tricks! Harry told himself two and one-quarter hours later when boredom had rendered his mind as numb as his backside from all the sitting still in one position he'd been doing. Unless you counted turning pages as physical activity - which Harry didn't. Think of the magic tricks and three- headed dogs you're going to see if you get this all finished! Positive thinking, Harry old boy! Positive thinking!
Harry shook his head. Maybe he'd been spending too much time with Ron's older brothers. Oh well.
It was one tired Harry Potter than dragged his homeworked-out body to bed that night. And it was one tired Harry Potter that dreamed strange dreams of hidden faces and dark shadows. And it was one tired Harry Potter who mumbled sleepily to no one in particular 'Of course I think Fluffy is a lovely name, Hagrid'...
So maybe not all the dreams were of hidden faces and dark shadows, but they were all strange dreams.
And the boy slept.
To be continued...
