Title: Harry Potter and the Mission of the Tiger
Author: l'Ciel (Sayuri_Tsushima@lycos.de)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Severus/Neo (OMC), Ron/Hermione
Summary: Voldemort plans another attack on Harry, but Snape can fetch him
in time. At Hogwarts he meets the only other student there (holidays!):
Draco Malfoy, who was rejected by his family when he refused to join
Voldemort. And who is the new DADA-teacher? What will happen in Harry's 6th
year at Hogwarts?
Warning: This is SLASH (m/m) , shagging, but not explicit, fluffy!!!
AN: Enjoy!!! (This is my first (english) fic. - I'm german - please oversee
my mistakes^^)
Harry Potter and the Mission of the Tiger
Chapter One: Scars and News
Harry awoke with a sharp pain in his head. The agony was nearly unbearable this time. What had started with little itches over the first week of the summer holidays now ended with pain comparable to the Cruciatus Curse. Disorientated he grabbed his glasses and put them on. The first rays of sunlight shone though a gap between the curtains. He absentmindedly rubbed his forehead where his scar still itched painfully. That was definitely not a good sign! Harry's scar hurt quite often, especially when he had had one of his nightmares, that haunted his sleep since Cedric had died more than a year ago, but it stopped normally when he woke up. This time the pain had lingered some minutes, even while he was awake.
Harry got up and searched his trunk for a piece of parchment and a quill. He sat down at the table and began to write;
Professor Dumbledore,
I am sorry to interrupt your holiday, but my scar hurts more and more. The amount of pain becomes unbearable, I fear. My relatives won't give me a muggle painkiller, and get quite angry when I wake them in the early morning with my screams. I find it hard to admit that I can not go on like this - please help me!
Harry
He opened Hedwig's cage and tied the note to her leg. Before he opened the window to let her out, he patted her neck. She hooted and picked his hand to comfort him a bit. "Clever girl!" he whispered, "Fly to Dumbledore and return safely!"
He watched her disappear in the cloudy sky before he went to the bathroom. A little later he entered the kitchen and started to make breakfast. In a few minutes Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley would wake up and demand their meal.
~
The same time in the dungeons at Hogwarts, a greasy haired Potions master yawned broadly and pulled the bedcovers further over his head. But the annoying tapping on his shoulder wouldn't go away. He opened one eye and glared at the frightened house-elf in front of him. "What's the matter, Humpy? There is something people call `holiday´. In this time you are allowed to sleep the whole day!"
The elf cleared its throat. "The Headmaster wants to talk to you immediately. He says it's very important and you have to hurry!" Snape growled and sat up. Lazily he straightened his back and walked to the bathroom. The mirror made a few comments on his (dreadful) looks, but he didn't listen (as always) and began to brush his teeth. After he had finished he took some black robes out of the dresser and put them on. He exited his rooms and climbed the stairs to the hall, when he bumped into somebody.
Albus looked at him furiously. "When I say `immediately' and `very important´, I think you could hurry a bit, Severus!" Snape glared at the headmaster and put a "I just woke up - my brain is a mess"-look on his face, but Dumbledore seemed to be deadly serious and he stopped it at once.
"So - what's the matter, Albus? Has Voldemort planed to blow us up in five minutes or has Potter had one of his silly nightmares again?" Dumbledore glared and turned towards the next stairs and gave Snape a sign to follow.
When they entered Dumbledore's office, the Headmaster sat down behind his desk and rubbed his temples. /Something must be terribly wrong!/, Snape thought. Dumbledore looked out of the window and cleared his throat:
"It has, indeed, something to do with Potter. (Snape growled.) The Order found information about a planed attack on the boy. The source is absolutely reliable and I'm sure, if we don't act immediately, it will be too late! On the other hand, as you know, Voldemort is aware of your treachery, so there's no reason to spare you, while all other members of The Order work hard every day. Your task will be to fetch the boy at his relative's house and bring him to Hogwarts as quickly as possible. (Snape snorted in disgust, and Dumbledore gave him a stern look.) You cannot use the floo-network and Harry is unable to apparate, so you'll have to take the bus. Leave as quickly as possible - Any questions?"
Snape's face was pale when he shook his head and got up from the chair to leave the office. The Headmaster's eyes sparkled.
"Ah - Severus, if you're interested! The new DADA-teacher is Professor Mc'Caughn, you know him already, don't you?" Snape stood abruptly and turned on his heel. "What?" Dumbledore smiled and made a gesture to make him hurry out of the office.
Snape nearly ran back to his dungeon. /What the hell was the old fool thinking to send me after Potter, and WHY THE BLOODY HELL had he to employ, of all stupid playboys, Gabriel Neo Mc'Caughn? What have I done to earn THIS?/
He stopped at the picture with the fruitplate and tickled the pear. The painting moved and he climbed through the hole behind it. Suddenly he found himself surrounded by house-elves. He quickly ordered a small breakfast, a bag with food for two persons and a mug of green tea to his rooms.
After he had exited the kitchens, he returned to the dungeons, where he fetched some potions from his private store and went back to his chambers. He put the potions next to the food (that an elf had brought) on the table and opened the dresser. He took out a pair of black leather trousers and a tight, black roll collar-shirt. He stepped in his leather boots, which reached to the middle of his shanks and pulled a long muggle-coat out of the bottom of the dresser. He entered the bathroom and faced (once in a decade) the mirror. The pulled his hair back in a ponytail and grabbed a dagger from under the bathtub and tied the sheath to his left thigh. When he exited the bath again he shrunk the foodbag to the size of a purse and put it in the inner pocket of his coat, next to the potionvials. /Ready to go./
He left the castle and walked down the road to Hogsmead. The summer was quite cold this year: The sun shone still bright, but it wasn't hot anymore and Severus didn't sweat in his coat, because a cold breeze blew from the north. Some dark clouds darkened the sky in this direction - it would rain soon!
~
Albus Dumbledore just sipped his morning tea, when a white owl tapped against his window. He let her in and took the letter from her leg. "Ah - Hedwig! Have a break at the owlery before you return, hmm?" When the bird was gone he opened the letter and read. /Poor boy - but maybe it will get better here. Poppy can give him something to lessen the pain/.
~
Harry woke, when somebody slapped his but. /What the hell./ "Dudley!" The stably build boy smiled broadly. "Sleeping in the kitchen! Harry, you're an absolute freak! Hurry up, you lazy piece of sh-"
"Dudders! Language!" Petunia entered the room, followed by her husband. "Harry, you're so useless - can't you even make breakfast? Stop being so selfish!"
Harry frowned. Why had he to fall asleep in the kitchen? And - why the hell - had he dreamed of Snape? /Greasy git!/ He sighed while putting the dishes on the table and returned to the stove to look after the (slightly burned) bacon.
TBC
Beta-read by Mary (thank you^^)
All possible remaining mistakes are mine
l'Ciel
Harry Potter and the Mission of the Tiger
Chapter One: Scars and News
Harry awoke with a sharp pain in his head. The agony was nearly unbearable this time. What had started with little itches over the first week of the summer holidays now ended with pain comparable to the Cruciatus Curse. Disorientated he grabbed his glasses and put them on. The first rays of sunlight shone though a gap between the curtains. He absentmindedly rubbed his forehead where his scar still itched painfully. That was definitely not a good sign! Harry's scar hurt quite often, especially when he had had one of his nightmares, that haunted his sleep since Cedric had died more than a year ago, but it stopped normally when he woke up. This time the pain had lingered some minutes, even while he was awake.
Harry got up and searched his trunk for a piece of parchment and a quill. He sat down at the table and began to write;
Professor Dumbledore,
I am sorry to interrupt your holiday, but my scar hurts more and more. The amount of pain becomes unbearable, I fear. My relatives won't give me a muggle painkiller, and get quite angry when I wake them in the early morning with my screams. I find it hard to admit that I can not go on like this - please help me!
Harry
He opened Hedwig's cage and tied the note to her leg. Before he opened the window to let her out, he patted her neck. She hooted and picked his hand to comfort him a bit. "Clever girl!" he whispered, "Fly to Dumbledore and return safely!"
He watched her disappear in the cloudy sky before he went to the bathroom. A little later he entered the kitchen and started to make breakfast. In a few minutes Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley would wake up and demand their meal.
~
The same time in the dungeons at Hogwarts, a greasy haired Potions master yawned broadly and pulled the bedcovers further over his head. But the annoying tapping on his shoulder wouldn't go away. He opened one eye and glared at the frightened house-elf in front of him. "What's the matter, Humpy? There is something people call `holiday´. In this time you are allowed to sleep the whole day!"
The elf cleared its throat. "The Headmaster wants to talk to you immediately. He says it's very important and you have to hurry!" Snape growled and sat up. Lazily he straightened his back and walked to the bathroom. The mirror made a few comments on his (dreadful) looks, but he didn't listen (as always) and began to brush his teeth. After he had finished he took some black robes out of the dresser and put them on. He exited his rooms and climbed the stairs to the hall, when he bumped into somebody.
Albus looked at him furiously. "When I say `immediately' and `very important´, I think you could hurry a bit, Severus!" Snape glared at the headmaster and put a "I just woke up - my brain is a mess"-look on his face, but Dumbledore seemed to be deadly serious and he stopped it at once.
"So - what's the matter, Albus? Has Voldemort planed to blow us up in five minutes or has Potter had one of his silly nightmares again?" Dumbledore glared and turned towards the next stairs and gave Snape a sign to follow.
When they entered Dumbledore's office, the Headmaster sat down behind his desk and rubbed his temples. /Something must be terribly wrong!/, Snape thought. Dumbledore looked out of the window and cleared his throat:
"It has, indeed, something to do with Potter. (Snape growled.) The Order found information about a planed attack on the boy. The source is absolutely reliable and I'm sure, if we don't act immediately, it will be too late! On the other hand, as you know, Voldemort is aware of your treachery, so there's no reason to spare you, while all other members of The Order work hard every day. Your task will be to fetch the boy at his relative's house and bring him to Hogwarts as quickly as possible. (Snape snorted in disgust, and Dumbledore gave him a stern look.) You cannot use the floo-network and Harry is unable to apparate, so you'll have to take the bus. Leave as quickly as possible - Any questions?"
Snape's face was pale when he shook his head and got up from the chair to leave the office. The Headmaster's eyes sparkled.
"Ah - Severus, if you're interested! The new DADA-teacher is Professor Mc'Caughn, you know him already, don't you?" Snape stood abruptly and turned on his heel. "What?" Dumbledore smiled and made a gesture to make him hurry out of the office.
Snape nearly ran back to his dungeon. /What the hell was the old fool thinking to send me after Potter, and WHY THE BLOODY HELL had he to employ, of all stupid playboys, Gabriel Neo Mc'Caughn? What have I done to earn THIS?/
He stopped at the picture with the fruitplate and tickled the pear. The painting moved and he climbed through the hole behind it. Suddenly he found himself surrounded by house-elves. He quickly ordered a small breakfast, a bag with food for two persons and a mug of green tea to his rooms.
After he had exited the kitchens, he returned to the dungeons, where he fetched some potions from his private store and went back to his chambers. He put the potions next to the food (that an elf had brought) on the table and opened the dresser. He took out a pair of black leather trousers and a tight, black roll collar-shirt. He stepped in his leather boots, which reached to the middle of his shanks and pulled a long muggle-coat out of the bottom of the dresser. He entered the bathroom and faced (once in a decade) the mirror. The pulled his hair back in a ponytail and grabbed a dagger from under the bathtub and tied the sheath to his left thigh. When he exited the bath again he shrunk the foodbag to the size of a purse and put it in the inner pocket of his coat, next to the potionvials. /Ready to go./
He left the castle and walked down the road to Hogsmead. The summer was quite cold this year: The sun shone still bright, but it wasn't hot anymore and Severus didn't sweat in his coat, because a cold breeze blew from the north. Some dark clouds darkened the sky in this direction - it would rain soon!
~
Albus Dumbledore just sipped his morning tea, when a white owl tapped against his window. He let her in and took the letter from her leg. "Ah - Hedwig! Have a break at the owlery before you return, hmm?" When the bird was gone he opened the letter and read. /Poor boy - but maybe it will get better here. Poppy can give him something to lessen the pain/.
~
Harry woke, when somebody slapped his but. /What the hell./ "Dudley!" The stably build boy smiled broadly. "Sleeping in the kitchen! Harry, you're an absolute freak! Hurry up, you lazy piece of sh-"
"Dudders! Language!" Petunia entered the room, followed by her husband. "Harry, you're so useless - can't you even make breakfast? Stop being so selfish!"
Harry frowned. Why had he to fall asleep in the kitchen? And - why the hell - had he dreamed of Snape? /Greasy git!/ He sighed while putting the dishes on the table and returned to the stove to look after the (slightly burned) bacon.
TBC
Beta-read by Mary (thank you^^)
All possible remaining mistakes are mine
l'Ciel