Devil's Adored
"That was unexpected."
"Indeed."
Severus looked away from the dead, and hopefully will stay dead body; to Lucius.
The man was cradling Harry, having caught the boy when Severus's spell had hit its mark.
"The connection most definitely had been served." The Position Master hummed as he kneeled before the two.
"Perhaps it was just a bit of lingering remembrance?" Lucius suggested as Severus gently smoothed back unruly hair.
"Perhaps." Severus agreed, "for now, we will keep an eye out. Fenrir."
Fenrir looked away from the body stiff on the prison floor, "Yeah?"
"Take him to his room, and into bed. Afterward, you are free to finish your business."
Grinning, Fenrir easily lifted the teenager into his arms and headed out the dungeon, alone; the two stood and turned their attention to the task at hand.
".…..Tomorrow, we will truly know if we were successful."
~.~
Harry woke up in the softest bed ever. He laid there in mattress bliss before his brain reminded him of some important facts; mainly that Voldemort was dead and Snape had killed him.
"I wonder if this is just all a dream," the teenager thought as he stared up at the ceiling.
A weird dream, but a dream nonetheless.
Harry pinched his arm.
The bed was still heavenly soft, and he was still in the room.
"Not a dream then."
The young Savior wasn't sure how to feel about that, sitting up, Harry looked about, not fully taking anything in as he thought about what he should do.
Naturally, his first thought was escaping, it wasSnape and Malfoy Senior after all. Granted, if he was being honest, Harry was more worried about Malfoy than Snape; but he wasn't. At least right now, he'll see how the rest of the day goes. But for once, he doesn't just charge ahead, Hermione would be very proud. Instead, he looked around the room.
It was nice, a bit bare, but nothing screamed Captured….oh, and his wand was gone.
"Great. Just great."
Slowly, and a bit reluctantly, because again the bed was amazing, wand or no. Harry got out and made his way over to the large curtain. He drew it back and found a large window, a quick test showed that it was unlocked. Opening it, Harry paused to overlook the field of flowers, it was beautiful to look at and also told him exactly nothing as to where he was. Looking down, he found that he looked to be at least three stories up.
"Could probably make it," He thought, and if he landed right, without anything bruised or broken.
With that in mind, he closed the window and explored the rest of the room, which had nothing much but a very nice bathroom, a bare closet, and a vanity-no wand. Finally, he stood before the door. Heart hammering, and really wishing he had his wand, he slowly reached for the handle, wrapped his fingers about the knob, and turned it. The door slowly opened.
"Hello!"
The shriek he let out was very much manly thank you very much, whoever told otherwise is a lair lair pants on fire.
Clenching his chest, Harry stared wide-eyed at the cheery house-elf….a familiar cheery house-elf.
"Dobby?!"
Dobby smiled, "Dobby is happy to see Harry Potter again!"
"What are you doing here?"
If the Elf was here to help, Harry would rather stay here.
"Dobby has been assigned as Harry Potter's elf!"
".…..What?"
The last time he saw Dobby, he had been working at Hogwarts.
Dobby nodded, "Master Snape asked if Dobby wanted to be Harry Potter's elf, and Dobby said yes!"
Harry blinked, "….What?"
Ears wiggling, Dobby tugged on the teenager's shirt, "Come, come. Breakfast is ready and waiting!"
With nothing better else to do, and very confused, Harry followed. Down the long, elegant hall and into a room. It was the dining room, obviously, or at least decorated to be. The square table had three chairs, with a blue table cloth that match the rest of the surprisingly simple yet homely decor. It made Harry feel a little less nervous about this. It also had the teenager's stomach growling.
"Sit please, sit!"
His chair is pulled out and Harry sat, as soon as he did was the table filled with a full breakfast, everything on it, he noticed was what he often ate at Hogwarts.
Yeahhh, he rather not think about that.
"What would Harry Potter like to drink?" Dobby asked.
".…Apple juice?"
He got apple juice.
With his goblet full, Harry stared at everything, then at Dobby who was waiting, "Erm, Dobby?"
"Yes?"
"Who made this food?"
"Dobby did sir!" The Elf's ears then drooped a bit, "Erm, Dobby may have overdone it in his excitement though."
"Ah." Harry mumbled, then added hastily when he saw the familiar signs of a soon-to-be upset Elf, "It's fine, having a lot of stuff to pick is nice."
Inwardly sighing in relief when Dobby perked up again, feeling a lot better in the fact that there's a good chance he wouldn't be poisoned, Harry started plating food.
Everything was delicious.
~.~
After breakfast, Dobby insisted that Harry freshened up.
"Then Dobby can show Harry Potter around!"
Taking the opportunity for what it was, Harry went back to his room and did indeed freshen up. Ignoring the fresh clothes on the bed, instead, he took the toothbrush and headed into the bathroom where a tube of toothpaste was waiting along with a washcloth and a towel. He's quick about it -though he does do a quick once over in case he missed his wand somewhere-and Dobby is waiting for him when he emerged from the room.
"Shall we?"
Dobby smiled and the tour began.
And an excellent tour guide he was….almost too excellent.
The House Elf showed him all the rooms, which were indeed interesting, and not a one had a torture device in it. And they don't stay long enough for Harry to look too closely about. One hall had rows of paintings, mainly landscapes, but a few had people in them. None he recognized, but they were friendly all the same.
"My, my, aren't you lovely." In one painting, a woman in trousers and shirt was leaning against a sword.
Harry instantly liked her.
"Um, thanks?"
She winked, before yelling at the painting across from her, "Oye, Kevin, wake your arse up and greet the boys' guest!"
The way she said guest had Harry feeling like it went beyond that, which was most likely, however, it didn't feel…bad….well, to bed. Especially since he had a good clue as to who the boys were.
The person in the panting snorted in their sleep, but didn't wake, the woman grumbled, and her hold on her sword handle tighten.
"It's okay," Harry said, worried that things might get violent, though it would be interesting to see how that would work between two paintings. "I can meet with them another time."
The woman didn't look happy about it, but she was soon smiling at the teenager again. They chat until Dobby insisted on continuing the tour.
"And that door leads to the field!" Dobby pointed to said door.
Harry stared at him, no doubt the field in question had been the one Harry had seen earlier, said field that didn't seem to have any fence of any kind. "Can we go out and look at it?"
Dobby's change in behavior is easily noticeable, his ears droop and he started fidgeting with his hands, "Not at the moment."
"Why?"
For a moment, Dobby doesn't say anything, and Harry wondered if the Elf was going to lie or be honest about it…well if he could. Second-year still gave him nightmares, and those nightmares did not feature a certain giant arse snake.
"Harry Potter, is going to have to ask Professor Snape."
Not at all surprised, or disappointed, Harry glanced at the door. He could make a run for it, but….if Dobby had orders to stop him, then he had a very slim chance of making it, especially without his wand. Granted, Dobby most likely wouldn't, he had tried to keep him safe in his second year after all, despite his methods being something to be desired, gone against his Master's back. However, there was still the case of him being without a wand and without any idea as to where he was.
It was quite frankly, stupid to try.
And despite what many, mainly Snape, believed, he wasn't that impulsive.
So, with a smile to the Elf, Harry nodded and continued.
And though he didn't see them, he felt very much like he was being watched; and it wasn't the paintings.
~.~
The tour ended with lunch, this time a much smaller spread, and just as equally delicious, as he ate, the young wizard was curious as to what was going to happen next.
"Not sure, if I want to see Snape and Malfoy….or Fenrir."
While none of them had hurt him-Snape had killed Voldemort!- it didn't change the fact that he was trapped here, a prisoner. With no clue as to where, how, or why.
"Are they going to kill me too?"
It would make sense, at least with Snape and Malfoy Senior, both of them hated him.
Malfoy smiled, not sneered or smirk, genuinely smiled.
Well, last night may suggest otherwise in Malfoy's case.
"Could be a trick," saidan oh so helpful voice in the back of his head, "lower your guard, then strike."
"Wouldn't be the first time," Harry mumbled remembering Fourth- year.
Technically, First-year and Third-year counted too, Second-year too depending on how you look at it. Third and Fourth-year weren't any better and Fifth-year was-"You know what, let's stop thinking about it." Harry grimaced.
Either way, whatever came his way, he needed to be careful.
~.~
Harry doesn't see anyone but Dobby until dinner, which didn't help his nervousness at all.
"Harry Potter has nothing to worry about!" Dobby chirped reassuringly as he laid out the clothes he insisted Harry wear.
"Wish I could believe you," Harry mumbled from where he was sprawled on the floor.
It was a very comfortable floor.
"Believe Dobby! Dobby is right about this one!"
Doing nothing more than grunting in response, Harry watched as Dobby smoothed out the last wrinkles of his clothing before the Elf turned to look at him.
"Harry Potter will see soon enough. Mister Harry Potter must get dress, dinner is soon!"
Grunting again, Harry reluctantly sat up, and then stood to do as he was told, smiling Dobby popped out of the room. Staring down at the clothes, the teenager briefly considered his jumping out the window plan. Then dismissed it as it currently dark and again, he didn't know where he was exactly. There was also the thought of not changing his clothes and not going to dinner, but then Dobby would be sad, and nothing is worse than a sad House Elf.
He also wanted to know what was going on, but you know, sad Elf.
He got dressed, jumping when Dobby popped in as soon as he did the last button on his shirt.
"Is Mister Harry Potter ready?"
"Yes…..how did you know I was finished getting dressed?"
Dobby smiled, "A House Elf always knows."
"That's maybe more terrifying than whatever the hell is going on here."
~.~
The room Harry was escorted to was much smaller, personal. There was a fireplace, softly cracking, warming the room with both heat and light. There was a
Like breakfast and dinner, the food was delicious and like the previous two meals, he ate alone. Once the last plate was cleared, Harry was escorted to another room, this one he recognized as the one had first been in.
"Harry Potter must wait here."
Dobby was gone before Harry could ask why.
Alone, the teenager looked around, getting a proper look, he discovered this room was some kind of study. A wall of books on the end of the room, a cushioned couch in the corner, a large window that looked like it lead out to a library. By a soft cracking, fireplace were three cushioned chairs with a tea table between them. And of course, the desk that Snape had been sitting in.
After a long moment of standing, Harry goes over to the wall of books, and after a quick browse, he picked out a book of interest and sat down in one of the three chairs. It was by the best like after all and had a good view of the door and window. He's ten pages in when the knob turned and the door opened.
Snape and Malfoy Senior stepped through.
Harry held still under Snape's gaze, something about it wasn't…right. His eyes were bright, gleaming with something that felt dangerous, but the teenager isn't sure in what way or even if it was good or bad. The teenager looked away and to Malfoy Senior, whose gaze was gentle, almost kind. Suddenly, Snape was moving toward him. Harry stood, the book falling to the floor, his heart hammering in his chest.
Closer and closer the man came, expression not changing, and Harry prepared himself for anything. Yelling, to be hit, a spell or even-Snape kneeling at his feet.
".….Um, what?"
Here's a question for you guys:
What anime/cartoon theme song didn't have to go that hard?
For me it was the Pokemon theme song (honestly, the 90s soundtracks, movies-the 1st movie, 2000, and 3- all went there lol- Card Captors theme song, and One Piece the 1st season theme song.