Severus shifted. He felt something stir in his abdomen.
'Not now damn it!' Furiously trying to will his 'unwilling' reaction away from the Hot Warm wiggling body he thought of the Dark Lord in frilly Pink knickers. He sighed with relief…then heard Harry's reply.
"On one condition…"
He saw Harry smirk innocently.
'Bollocks' the thought echoed in his head.
"What…" he growled wearily
"…you complete the Bond with me"
He remained silent for a moment.
"Let me think on it"
-----x-----
"Well, Severus, what did you find?" Dumbledore asked whilst popping a lemon drop into his mouth.
They were in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place; Dumbledore sat at the head of the table and Severus hovered in the doorway.
Severus moved forward until he stood at the opposite end of the table, in the same way as to standing on the other side of Dumbledore's desk.
'Why do you insist on making adults feel like they are naughty school children?'
"Potter knows nothing about why there was an attack on Privet Drive. He has no memories of visions or nightmares that correspond with what happened. However…he did have a run in with Bellatrix Lestrange" Severus murmured quietly.
"Oh…"
-----x-----
Harry hunched silently on the landing, his ears picking up every word of conversation and every creak of floorboard as people shifted.
Though Snape was trying his best to be silent, Harry could hear every word drifting up from down below.
"She appeared not long after Potter was foolish enough to run away and cross the wards. She held me at wand point and would have killed me…if Potter hadn't killed her first"
He heard the sharp creek of a chair as Dumbledore jerked in his seat.
"You have proof of this?" Harry could tell by the inflections in Dumbledore's voice that he was disturbed by the news.
He heard the rustling of material for a moment and heard the knock of something solid being placed on the wooden table.
"I transfigured her body…I thought it wise not to leave evidence behind"
For a moment, Harry wondered if Snape had been walking around with a transfigured corpse in his pocket for the last few days.
Silence permeated the air for long minutes and Harry shifted silently, trying to find a more comfortable position.
"We will have to dispose of her…we cannot have anybody finding out this information lest someone use it against him."
"Very well"
"Oh, Severus, would you be so kind as to find somewhere and bury it?" There came another moment of silence before Snape repeated himself and a scrape of stone on wood was heard.
The floor creaked behind him and Harry whipped round, wand in hand to hold it to the throat of…
"Malfoy!"
-----x-----
"Would you mind telling me what HE'S doing in THIS house" Harry snarled as he dragged Draco by the collar of his robes into the kitchen.
"Unhand me, you clout" Draco was slapping at the hand gripping him.
Dumbledore turned bright blue eyes on them and Harry snarled with agitation.
There was a cough from the side and Harry's eyes flicked to meet Snape's.
"I am at perfect liberty to be here, Potter, considering I'm more related to the Blacks than you ever will be" Draco sneered
Feral green eyes turned on Draco then and he could do nothing but look away; unwilling to meet such a blazing gaze.
"Ahh, I see you've met our guest, Harry"
"Your guest, not mine…therefore put him in YOUR house"
"To be wanted" Draco muttered sarcastically.
"Why is young Draco here?" Snape asked
Harry eyes once again flicked to him, something akin to confusion flickering in them.
"What with Draco's father being behind bars, he thought it best to remain neutral as he is now considered the head of the Malfoy family. Of course, unfortunately his Mother doesn't follow the same beliefs, as of yet."
Draco's sneer became more pronounced.
'As if she ever will, with Aunt Bella sniffing down her neck' Draco thought snidely
As if Dumbledore was reading his thoughts, Bellatrix popped into conversation.
"Now your Mother will have the chance to make up her own mind…what with your Aunt Bellatrix meeting an ill-fated demise."
Draco froze, slowly his sneer turned into a smirk.
-----x-----
Harry paused outside the library the next day; Snape's and Malfoy's voices drifting through the air. Some unfamiliar feeling curled inside him then, as thoughts of what they were doing and how close they were sitting flitted through his mind.
He had heard Snape, call Malfoy-Draco; it irritated him that they seemed so close.
He shook his head and pushed open the door. Silence descended at his entrance and his agitation grew.
"Don't mind me" He snarled and stalked over to browse the bookshelves.
Snape and Malfoy were sitting on a sofa together and Malfoy hands had stopped mid-motion when Harry walked in. He hated it, hated the feeling that curled in his stomach. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was turn around and rip Malfoy's throat out and it scared him.
They resumed talking, something about politics and how Draco might get himself further up the ladder of achievement.
Harry's blood boiled and behind him a choking sound made itself heard.
"Draco?" Snape's voice questioned and Harry felt a mild satisfaction as he heard the concern.
"Draco?" the voice started to sound panicked and Harry concentrated fiercely.
He knew Snape wasn't stupid though…it wouldn't take him long to work it out.
"Potter…" a hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him around. Fangs were revealed and Snape paled.
"…stop"
Harry's eyes were narrow and cruel.
"You want him?" Harry snarled with anger and concealed agony
Snape's eyes flicked between his own.
"He's my Godson" Snape murmured
Harry's eyes filled with realization and shock. 'What have I become'
Draco panted harshly where he sat shivering as Snape rushed to his side. He felt Draco's freezing forehead and cast heating spell after heating spell upon him as Harry watched on.
Finally Draco's vitals seemed to be levelling out and Snape turned to him.
"What did you do?"
Harry stared at him; he was scared and remained silent.
"Harry…I need to know"
"The human body's made up of 80 percent water…" Harry murmured quietly.
"…I froze it"
-----x-----
Arthur Weasley leaned down and his hand shifted the dead leaves to the side as he picked up the gleaming opalescent scale. There was only one thing it could have come from, he knew that. It was time to call a family gathering.
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Updates will be slowing down a little as I have a course to work on…but don't worry I'll be on here in my spare SPARE time.
I know my chapters are short but this story is sort of a prequel to another one I'm going to start writing afterwards…so I don't have to explain everything in that one (See, there is a reason I'm torturing you).
Bad thing is my Dad's has just found out about me writing, has found this and wants to read this story…thing is he has no idea I like Snarry (slash pairings at all really), or that I'm soooooo addicted to Harry Potter that my imagination now only consists of him….
So much for having a perfect normal daughter…
Wish me luck eh…
Lupa xxxx
