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Chapter Twelve – Friends Will Always Have Your Back.
Draco,How many months has it been since you started your little charade? And as of yet you have given me nothing of value! Our Lord is not happy with you and when he is not happy with you he is not happy with me! That sneak Snape is getting all the glory that I should be getting!
Back in the spring you told me you thought something was going on between Snape and Potter, and yet you have given me no proof of this. If I were to bring it up in front of our Lord he would simply laugh and punish me for spreading lies about his favoured Death Eater. I need proof of this alleged affair you once claimed to have seen evidence of.
I have been asked for proof of your loyalty to our Lord's cause. To prove yourself, you are to help an old friend who has plans in motion for Potter. She will contact you if she has need of you and you are to do everything she says or else you will no longer consider yourself a Malfoy! You may be my only heir but I need your loyalty more now then ever if I am to remove Snape from our Lord's side and take the place that should rightfully be mine!
Your father.
Draco reread the letter from his father for the fourth time; it didn't get any better with each passing. He was still being backed into a corner he didn't like. He still had the photo of Potter and Snape that he had taken last spring but something had stopped him from sending it, ah yes, his backdoor plan! It was looking more and more likely that he would have to use it to get rid of his father. He didn't care about his father very much; he did care about the possibility of losing his inheritance though. That was his; he had worked hard at being the perfect son for too long to lose out now, especially to some distant cousin that would inherit the lot if he were disowned. But he really didn't want to take the Dark Mark, though from what he had heard Potter could remove it. Maybe he could strike a deal with Potter? As if!
No, he was alone in this. He could go to Minerva, she was all right and she was giving him the protection he needed but could it last? Would his father's threat become too real? And who was this old friend he would have to help? From what his father had told him, the Dark Lord had given the job of bringing in Potter to Bella Lestrange. Was she nearby putting some plan into action? And should he warn Potter? He knew the best chance of getting out of this war unscathed lay in Potter's hands, Potter had to be the one to defeat the Dark Lord. So maybe he could drop some heavy hints in Potter's direction about a possible attack? Then again, with Potter being a bloody Gryffindor, he probably wouldn't get the hint. Subtlety never was a Gryffindor trait!
And what of Snape? The man was an enigma wrapped in a mystery. Yes, he was a spy, this much Draco knew. He was always led to believe Snape was the Dark Lord's spy but when the Dark Lord had fallen Snape claimed he was spying all along for Dumbledore and was acquitted because Dumbledore vouched for him in court. So was Snape playing both sides? Or was he actually loyal to Dumbledore? Draco was fully aware that Snape had returned to the Dark Lord's side but was it by his own choice or had Dumbledore asked him to do it? If he had returned at Dumbledore's request the man was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid! Or maybe even a bit of both. Then there was the Potter element to take into consideration; from what he knew and could tell Potter and Snape were in some kind of personal relationship. Which meant Snape wasn't loyal to the Dark Lord at all; you simply did not court your master's most hated enemy, it was not the done thing. He had had previous thoughts that maybe Snape was doing it at the Dark Lord's request but whatever was going on between them it had been going on far too long for it to be any kind of evil plan. Draco's musing brought him nothing but more questions, what was he going to do?
"What are you up to, Mister Malfoy?" Came the quiet words in his ear, they caused him to jump. He never heard Snape approach.
Draco composed himself and turned around putting his letter in his pocket. "Nothing, sir." He replied defiantly.
Snape's eyes narrowed at him and the glare made Draco want to fidget. "For someone who has claimed to have turned their back on what was always expected of them, it seems strange that the person with those expectations of you would be writing to you."
Draco started to worry a little, he hadn't realised Snape had seen whom his letter was from. "It was just a letter to inform me of my disownment."
"Really?"
"Yes, sir." Draco felt he was getting the hang of putting one past Snape.
"And of course your father will be able to confirm this once I have spoken to him this evening?"
Shit! "I should imagine so." He answered a little meekly.
"Indeed. It is a dangerous line you have decided to walk, Draco. If one side should find out about the other you would not be very popular, would you?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about, sir."
"Don't play me for a fool, Mister Malfoy!" Draco flinched at the tone it was harsh and deadly. "I know you are up to something and if that something gets in the way of what I want then you had better disappear before I find you."
Draco glared defiantly at the smirk Snape was giving him, the man was scary as hell but he wasn't going to allow Snape to see that. "What is it you want, sir? Potter by any chance?"
"What has Potter got to do with what you and I are discussing?" Came the amused reply. Draco had to admit Snape was good he didn't even look even a little bit flustered at hearing Potter's name.
"Oh I think he has a lot to do with it, sir! I know about you two."
"Prey tell, what it is you think you know?" Draco was annoyed to hell with Snape's bored tone, why wasn't the man begging for his silence?
"I know you have been knocking off Potter for sometime." Snape didn't even answer him he just gave him a snort of laughter, which held no humour. "Maybe I should tell my father or the Dark Lord himself, I bet he would be pleased to hear such information."
"And you seriously believe the Dark Lord will believe the ramblings of a devious child with no courage to take a stand for either side? I think you are living in a dream world, Mister Malfoy."
"I have proof."
"I doubt that somehow."
"I do! I have a photograph of the two of you."
Draco didn't even have time to think about what a stupid thing he had said. He had walked straight into one of the oldest traps going, he had been tricked into showing his full hand before he wanted to. Before he knew it, Snape had him pinned up against the wall by his neck and a small dagger lying across his jugular. "Don't even try it, Mister Malfoy."
"What?" He only just managed to squeak out, because of the strong hand that was slowly crushing his windpipe.
"Try using Mister Potter against me, because you will not live long enough to finish your story. Remember Mister Malfoy I do not need to use any magic to kill you." Draco felt the edge of the small blade slide across his throat lightly. "I could kill you with my bare hands and dispose of the body, where no one would ever find you. I doubt they would even realise you were missing for a few days. Do I make myself clear?" The thing that Draco was most scared of was the normal conversational tone Snape was talking to him in, it made him appear even crazier then he probably already was.
"Yes, sir." Draco wheezed out.
"Good, and do not even think about using whatever backup plan you may have in place."
"Backup plan, sir?"
"Have I not already told you once today not to treat me as a fool? You are a Slytherin, Mister Malfoy, and as a Slytherin I know you have some form of a backup plan, an opt-out clause or back door escape route! Use it and I will kill you in a very slow and painful way, trust me I have had years of practice at it! Your best bet would be to stay as you are and do nothing; if you follow that simple piece of advice you will get your wish and walk away from this war unscathed." Snape dropped him to the floor and his hand automatically went to his throat where he could feel a small trickle of blood coming from the cut Snape had made. "You really should be more careful in the hallways, Draco, otherwise next time you might not get away with such a small injury. I'm sure Madame Pomfrey can fix that up for you. Good day." The last part of his speech was almost said in a friendly way, well as friendly as Snape got then in his typical dramatic fashion he turned and walked away.
Draco got to his feet after Snape was out of sight and walked a little shakily back to his quarters. No way in hell was he going to Pomfrey about this, she would ask questions and like Snape said no one would believe him over Snape. Anyway he knew enough charms to be able to heal it himself. Once back in the safety of his quarters Draco fixed the small cut on his neck and went straight to his drinks cabinet and poured himself a shot of the brandy his mother had sent him as a graduation gift. He knocked it back in one and sat on his sofa, Snape had really scared the shit out of him, there was no way in hell he was going to cross that man. The Dark Lord, his father and even Potter on some level scared him but Snape petrified him, he was completely crazy! If he was stupid enough to cross him, or even Potter by the sounds of it, Snape would come after him with everything he had and that was a scary thought!
***
As it was a Sunday and he didn't have the hangover he had expected from the night before at Ron and Hermione's, Harry had persuaded Filius, Molly, Nikolai, Ron and Hermione to come down to his project house and do some more work on it. Last time they had strengthened all the walls and had fixed any holes or marks on them. This time Filius was showing them how to flatten the floors to ready them for carpeting or, if he wished, to bring back the floorboards to their original condition. And how to strip and polish the woodwork, the doors, skirting boards and window frames. It was a big house and everyone had split up to do separate floors. The house had nineteen separate rooms including the bathrooms and one en-suite. It was a miniature version of Sev's home; though Harry had never seen all of the rooms there, he guessed it must have over seventy rooms. He knew it had wings, how posh did that sound? And it had at least an extra floor more then this house. But this one was just the right size for what he needed; if Sev had given him a house as big as the one he called home Harry would have felt lost in it. Yes, he could have filled it with more children but he wouldn't have been able to give each one enough time, this one would be plenty big enough but he would still need help. Harry finished the work on the room that would one day be his own and headed down one floor and watched quietly as Molly finished off the windows in the room she was working on.
"Levo Fenestra," Molly called out, pointing her wand at the last window she had to work on. Harry smiled as the paint on the frame peeled away and the wood went back to its original state, almost looking new.
"Mine never look that good."
"Oh! Harry dear, you startled me."
"Sorry Molly, I didn't mean to. I just didn't want to break your concentration."
"That's alright dear, was there something I can help you with?"
"I was wondering if we could have a little chat?"
"Of course, let me conjure up a pot of tea. What was it you wanted to ask me?"
Harry conjured up a couple of cushions for them to sit down on and Molly's tea set appeared. "I was talking to Ron a few weeks ago and he happened to mention that you had started to have a bit of free time on your hands these days."
"Yes dear, I guess it happens to us all eventually. We feed them and clothe them and they grow up and fly from the nest. It will no doubt be Ginny next."
"Do you have any plans for afterwards?"
"Not really, I might get myself a little part time job to fill the hours. Arthur will be with the Ministry for at least another ten years. Why ever do you ask Harry?" She asked him with a smile.
"Well, I was wondering if maybe I could offer you a job?"
"Me a job?" Molly asked with some confusion.
"I am going to have a lot to do here, and I would dearly love to have someone here to help me that I trust and someone I know to be a fantastic mum."
"Oh Harry, I don't know what to say."
"It would be a proper job, with pay and holiday entitlement."
"Harry, I would love to."
"Thank you Molly. But I should warn you that I don't plan on opening this place up until the war is truly over and the fact the house needs a lot more work done to it."
"Of course, but then again we are all going to be busy until this blasted war is over."
"Here you two are, I see sneaking off for a quick cuppa!" Ron joked from the doorway.
"We were not sneaking off, Ronald Weasley, we were talking about things. Now why don't you make yourself useful and call the others for tea?"
Ron rolled his eyes and Harry giggled, "Yes, mum."
***
Filius was showing the gang the final spells they would be performing today. "The first one will wash the windows and the second one will clean the floor of all paint from the woodwork. Abluo Fenestra, will clean the windows, see?" Filius got up and demonstrated the spell; the glass in the windowpanes became very shinny. "The second one is Abluo Solum, let me demonstrate but first you will all need to clear from the room and stand in the doorway to cast the spell." They all got up and stood in the doorway to watch Filius cast the floor cleaning charm. "Myself and Nikolai will go outside and do the windows from that side. Okay people lets get to work!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione headed back up to the top floor, Harry was about to enter his future bedroom when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Harry, mate, can Mione and I have a word?" A little startled at Ron's serious tone Harry nodded and frowned a little. "It's nothing bad or anything, it's just that we wanted you to know that, well you know?" Ron looked a little hopeful that Harry understood him.
"Ron! You have no eloquence. Harry, what Ron, what we are trying to say it that we want to be there to help you when, when you take Voldemort down." Hermione finished confidently.
Harry's eyes widened in realisation, he was at first worried that something was wrong, and now he realised they wanted to support him. He did remember their support they had shown him during the fated Order meeting and he was grateful to the both of them. He was happy to accept their help in the planning stage, but he didn't want to risk their lives when he actually cast the spells. "Guys that is really sweet, but I could never ask you to do something like that."
"But you have asked Severus." Hermione stared calmly.
"Because the situation will not be new to him, whether I like to admit it or not he has killed before."
"I thought you planned on saving him?" Ron asked.
"I am."
"So you won't be killing him. Listen Harry, we have been through so much together and we want to be there when you make your final stand. We won't take no for an answer, we are your best friends and you need us to watch your back. And we are both quite handy with a wand!"
"Ron, I understand where you are coming from, I really do but I can't risk you, either of you."
"Harry, you really don't have a choice in this matter." Hermione claimed.
"But..."
"No buts Harry. Listen, you don't even know where this is all going to take place, and while you and Severus are busy trying to get these ancient spells to work you are not going to be able to keep an eye out on what might be happening around you. We can do that for you, and it might not mean doing anything more then keeping a door locked to keep people out."
"Mione, I don't know." Harry was still a little unsure, his friends had made a good point but he was still uncomfortable about the whole situation.
"Alright, mate, think of it this way, we will be your backup. What happens if something happens and one of you can't complete the spells? If we also learn them and something should happen, one of us can take over and make sure everything is completed. You know this makes sense Harry."
Harry let out a sigh of defeat. "There is no talking you two out of this is there?" He was given a negative from both of them. "I should warn you guys though, and this is something I have not made public knowledge, most of the spells lean a little heavy onto the dark side of the spectrum."
"Dark Arts!" Ron whispered a little horrified.
"Now do you understand my reluctance? You have to remember these spells were written in a time before there were Unforgivables and dark magic. Magic was just magic it had not yet been defined as we do today. Both Severus and I have dabbled a bit into the Dark Arts so it won't be such a shock for us to be using such spells but you guys have never done such a thing."
"That's alright, Harry, we know the risks and we are still prepared to help." Hermione still stated in her confident tone. "I had worked it out already."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Ron asked her.
"Because you always go off at the deep end about such things."
"Well it is dark magic!"
"Ron, the chances are we will never have to cast it at anyone. I reckon Harry and Severus will have everything under control, but it will be good if they have a standby just in case."
"Yeah, Mione's right, Harry. We will both learn the spells and watch your back when it all goes down."
Harry was a little surprised his trump card of using dark magic had not scared them off, so he played his final card knowing they could not argue in anyway with it. "Guys, your offer is really sweet, but you can't help, not with the spell because a lot of my part is in parseltongue."
"Alright then, Harry, we can still learn Severus' part as a backup for him should he not be able to get away to help you. And like we have already said, you might only need us to lock the door for you but we will be there to lock it, so you don't have to think of such trivial things."
"Okay, okay, I get it, there is no talking you suicidal nutters out of this. Fine, but this will take some serious planning. So keep your evenings free because Severus or I might call upon you at any time."
"Yes, sir." Hermione gave a mock salute. Ron just nodded enthusiastically.
"Merlin help me!" Harry mumbled under his breath and went back to cleaning his windows.
***
It was later that evening and Harry had returned to the castle tired and hungry. He had jumped in the shower, ordered some food from Dobby, not wanting to face the masses in the Great Hall, and finally flooed down to Sev's quarters. They had been empty when he had arrived so he settled down on the sofa for a few minutes rest and had promptly fell asleep. When he felt a gentle hand shaking his shoulder he snapped his eyes open and saw Sev looking most amused at him. Well, he was sprawled across the sofa like a beached whale! "What time is it?" He mumbled into the cushions.
"A little after nine."
"Man, I have been sleeping for nearly two hours!"
"Sorry I did not get down here sooner but I had business with Albus."
"It's alright, I needed the sleep I guess." Harry straightened himself and sat up properly on the sofa. "Oh, happy birthday by the way."
Severus looked a little startled but soon gave Harry a small smile. "Thank you."
"Sorry I haven't gotten you anything but they won't allow me out of this mad house to go shopping."
"That is quite alright Harry, I did not expect anything."
"Still, it is your birthday; we should do something."
"And what do you suggest we do? As you have said you are not allowed out of the castle and I will not join you in any rule breaking."
Harry grinned at him, "Spoilsport! How about we get blindingly drunk and bitch about stuff. I know you enjoy a good bitch!" Harry produced a bottle of special brew fire whiskey. "Claims it's been aged fifteen years." Harry gave him a grin and a wink.
"If I didn't know better, Mister Potter, I would claim you had a drinking problem." The teasing in the tone was evident.
"Nah, just making up for lost time. You know most muggle children first get drunk by the age of fourteen. I remember my Aunt and Uncle having to carry Dudley up to his room one night because he had come home drunk. He had been drinking cider in the park with his mate Piers Polkin. I think they really struggled to carry him up, he was a bit over weight at the time."
"From what I remember he was over weight when I had the displeasure of meeting him."
Harry giggled. "He always did have a weight problem."
"Yet you were as thin as a rake when you first came to school." Severus pointed out handing Harry two tumblers.
"I was never spoilt like Dudley was. If he wanted something he got it and that something was usually food or sweets. They were never able to say no to him." Harry poured them their first drinks.
***
Harry had sprawled himself back across the sofa and Sev was relaxing in the armchair to his left; they had already put away the best part of half the bottle of whiskey. Harry believed he had never laughed so much in his life; their topics of conversation had ranged from the benign to the ridiculous.
"And another thing, Potter, who is this Solo character? You never did explain him to me."
Harry thought hard, Solo? Him? "Oh my god! Sev, that was back in the summer sometime!"
"So, you never did explain him to me. Who is he?"
"Jealous?"
"Please! I do not get jealous, I am just merely curious."
"I think you're jealous." He smiled at the snort of laughter he heard from Sev. "You have nothing to be jealous about, Han Solo is a fictional character in a muggle movie, though he is pretty hot!"
"Then why did you compare him to me?"
"I didn't, I just said you sounded like him. Because when I told you I loved you your reply was 'I know.' Han Solo said the same thing to Princess Leia, and he loved her. I'll take you to see the movies when this stupid war is over. Have you ever seen a muggle movie?"
"One or two."
"Oh, and?"
"They were alright."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Which movies?"
"Nikolai once dragged me to see some nonsense about a vampire when we were in Paris some years back and the other one was some muggle historical film, Spartacus I believe."
"Well Star Wars will be nothing like them but they are fun."
"Star Wars?"
"The films with Han Solo in them."
Severus looked at him suspiciously. "Just how many films was this Han Solo in?"
"Three, but the actor has been in lot's more."
"I think three will be enough."
"I have only seen them once and that was one Christmas when they were on TV, I was only eight I think, but I hid behind the sofa to watch them so my family didn't realise I was there. I always promised myself that I would watch them on the big screen one day."
"If they are older films are you sure they will be on in a movie theatre?"
"Oh these films are classics, somewhere in London a cinema will be showing them, even as we speak."
***
There was barely any whiskey left in the bottle and Harry thought that he should have brought two, when Sev went and collected another bottle from his cupboard. Harry grinned, tonight was turning out to be a lot of fun. "What are you grinning about, you miscreant?"
"Nothing really, I just can't believe you had been thinking on something for so long."
"Is the idea of using your brain for such an extended period of time painful for you?"
Harry laughed, "Sev, even drunk your insults are above par. May I ask you something?"
"I believe you just did."
"Ha ha! Does it bother you that I am not a pure blood wizard?"
Severus looked at him like he had just said something totally shocking. "Merlin, Harry, leave the big questions until I am drunk, why not!"
"Sorry, but it has been bugging me for a while." Harry grabbed another sandwich from the plate of food he had ordered from Dobby not so long ago. Alcohol always gave him the munchies.
"Why should it bother me?" He sounded very sincere.
"Well, with you being a Slytherin and all I just though it might bother you a bit."
"Not really. How long have you had these kind of thoughts?"
"About a year." He said around a mouthful of ham sandwich.
"And you wait until we have just opened a second bottle of fire whisky to voice these concerns?"
"Hey, I am a Gryffindor! Since when have we be known for our timing?"
"True." Severus rolled his eyes. "Harry, it doesn't bother me, it never really has. Maybe when I was younger I was led to believe such things were important but I grew up and I realised such things are immaterial."
"That's good."
"And anyway don't you think I would have bought it up by now if it was an issue?"
***
They were now easily half way through the second bottle and once over the serious topic of blood purity Harry had steered the conversation back to happier things on the off chance he might get something out of his secretive lover. "Oh come on, everyone has them!" Severus just gave him a feral grin in reply. "You can tell me, you never know, maybe I could make one come true for your birthday."
"It is no longer my birthday, Harry, that past several hours ago."
"That's just an excuse and you know it."
"You are the one who brought up this topic of conversation, what about you?"
"I've always had a thing for the idea of al fresco and you know the usual, being tied up in light bondage."
Severus laughed at him. "You're can be kinky when you put your mind to it, Potter. Who would have thought that Boy Wonder liked to be a bit rough in bed and had fantasies of having sex out in the open."
"Maybe you would like to combine the both of them sometime." Harry said suggestively.
"I can see the headline now, 'Boy Wonder caught having sex with former Death Eater in Knockturn Alley!' It would do wonders for your reputation." Severus continued to laugh, Harry liked seeing him this relaxed; it didn't happen all that often.
"Who said anything about Knockturn Alley? I have been there once or twice, kind of scary."
"You think Diagon Alley would be a better choice? How about on the top floor of Flourish and Blots?"
"Sounds good, when do we go?" Harry doubled up into laughter. "Okay so maybe that one of mine is a little impractical but that is the whole thing about fantasies, they are meant to be impractical. So come on, you must have at least one?" Harry noticed the measuring look Sev was giving him and didn't miss the small mischievous smirk. And wondered what he was up to when he disappeared from the room. He came back a few moments later and handed Harry a vile of blue potion. "And just what is this?" He asked suspiciously.
"Don't you trust me?" Harry raised an eyebrow to mimic the man standing over him.
"Git!" He said with a grin and downed the potion. It gave him a curious sensation in his stomach, he felt a little more coherent but he was not sober by any means. Sev grabbed his hand and started to pull him out of his quarters. Harry was a little surprised to find he could walk straight without falling over from all the alcohol he had drunk. "Sev, what was that potion you gave me?" Harry whispered his question as they were now walking through the hallways of the dungeons and sound carried badly at night.
"It's a little creation that will not sober you up but will allow you to be coherent enough to continue drinking if you wish."
"So it kind of half sobers you up?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
"Why do you want me half sober?"
"What makes you think that I don't want you half drunk?"
"Have you ever answered a question before with a straight answer?"
"When I am asked a straight question I do."
"Git!" Harry giggled.
"And it has taken you this long to work that out?"
"To think that when I was a lowly fifth year, Hermione tried to persuade me it was all an act with you."
"You can tell Miss Granger she was wrong, I really am a bastard."
Harry tried to contain his laughter. "You must be right!"
"I usually am."
"I really do have a kinky streak, especially when it comes to you!" Severus just gave him another wicked grin and came to a stop outside of the Great Hall. "What are we doing here?" Harry whispered curiously. Severus pushed the door open just a little and pulled Harry in. It was as expected, empty and very quiet. The only light was coming from the enchanted ceiling, which cast eerie shadows across all the tables. "Okay Sev, you have me interested, but what are we doing in here?" Harry whispered as quietly as possible because even their footsteps seemed to echo loudly as Sev dragged him to the front of the hall and then off to the left. They came to a stop at the end of the Gryffindor table, Harry looked at Sev confusion clearly written on his face. "Are you hungry, Sev?"
"Indeed." He whispered right into Harry's ear and lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the table. "If you don't like anything tap on the table twice, Obvolvo Oris, Obvolvo Oculus." Harry gave a small jump as a silk blindfold and gag materialised into place on his face covering his eyes and mouth. "Everything alright?" Severus asked him in the same quiet tone of voice, realising he couldn't speak he made an affirmative hum and gave a nod. He felt himself being gently pushed back down onto the table, his legs still hanging over the end. He felt Sev lean over him and he gave out a soft moan, quietened down by the gag across his mouth. He felt his arms being pulled above his head, "Ligo Satago." His wrists felt as though they were clamped to the table. "Comfortable?" Harry shivered a little as the warm breath tickled his ear, from the side. He nodded. "Can you tap you fingers, if you need to? Try it." Harry did and was able to rap his knuckles twice on the table without hindrance. "Good, do that if at any time you wish to stop, oh and Potter, do try and keep it down. Anyone could walk in on us if you make too much noise."
Again Harry nodded. It was only then that he realised the position he was in, gagged and bound to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, and Severus had the nerve to call him kinky! Though he had to admit the situation was highly arousing and it was helped even more so by Sev's ministrations to his now exposed chest.
***
Only a few heartbeats passed before Sev said a few Finite Incantatum's to release him from his bonds. Harry remained where he was as Sev leaned away from him and sat down on the bench next to him. Harry looked at him and grinned. Severus returned the look with a raised eyebrow. "And you have the gall to call me kinky?" Harry whispered trying not to laugh.
Sev smirked at him, "There is a certain satisfaction to know that I have truly fucked one over on the Gryffindors."
"And on their table, Sev."
Sev gave a small snort of laughter at that thought, while doing up his shirt. "We should clean up and be heading back, before Albus walks in and catches us."
"In the words of my most feared professor, indeed. But before we do go, did you write something on me?" Severus gave him a wicked grin. "What did you write on me?" Harry tried to crane his neck to see. "Sev!" Harry growled in frustration.
Sev was snickering near to him. "It is not permanent, it will come off in a few days."
"What will come off in a few days?" Harry scowled at him.
"If I was you I wouldn't wear any of those low slung trousers you favour for a few days." Sev snickered.
"Sev!"
"Calm yourself," it was said with a smile. "All it states is 'Property of Severus Snape.'" He finished with a smirk.
"Property! Oh the payback is going to be a bitch, Sev!" Harry said with a smile trying not to laugh. "We should clean up now, git!"
"Indeed." Sev said to him with a grin.
***
Harry and Severus never knew just how close they had actually came to being caught, not ten minutes after they had left the hall, a small rat had investigated the area and had picked up on some interesting scents. He was on his way back to his makeshift head quarters, the shrieking shack. Once there he transformed back into his human form.
"Well, don't keep me waiting you worthless rat!"
"S-sorry, Bella."
"Give me your report, Wormtail. And don't say you couldn't get through the wards undetected as a rat because I know you can." Bella said with a malicious grin.
"Y-y-yes B-Bella, I made it as far as the Great Hall. I could smell some strange scents in there."
"Strange scents?"
"Yes, it had a smell of recent sexual play in it."
"Probably nothing more than students getting a kick out of breaking the rules; nothing to concern us. What of the patrols?"
"For the third night running, I saw the same couple patrolling the same parameter. I think they would be our best bets. We have to stay clear of Lupin, he will now it is me immediately, even under Polyjuice."
"Leave the planning to me, rat. Our Lord did not give you to me so I would have to listen to your pathetic ideas. He told us both you are to do as I say. I am in charge, and do not think I have not taken the wolf into consideration. We will first enter the castle while he is asleep. We need to make plans to capture those two idiots of Dumbledore's little group then we will have a little fun. We will need to question them, do you have the Veritaserum, rat?"
"Yes B-Bella."
"Good, soon we shall set our plan into motion."
Next Chapter: Harry and Tidus spend a little time together and trouble is brewing at Hogwarts.
Latin Translations:
Levo Fenestra – Polish/Smooth window.
Abluo Fenestra – Clean/Wash window.
Abluo Solum – Clean/Wash floor.
Obvolvo Oris – Cover mouth.
Obvolvo Oculus – Cover eyes.
Ligo Satago – Tie hands.
Preparo Connubialis – Prepare for sexual union.
These are all very rough translations, so please forgive me if they are wrong.
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