The Unwanted House
By Dark Moon
Disclaimers: See first chap.
Warnings: A small amount of Harry torture. Maybe language. And the unanimous vote was for Snape!
Snape: Gee, I feel special.
Part 6
"Stupid Potter. Always have to be doing something to cause me to come after you." Severus Snape grumbled to himself, arriving at the hotel Dumbledore had found that the Dursley's were staying at. "There is only one reason why Albus Dumbledore would offer _hot_ tea on a hot summer day, Harry Potter. But instead of being the sensible man I am and running for it, I get stuck doing something I don't want to do. Wearing stupid muggle clothing and having to travel all over the place looking for him."
Dressed in black tailored slacks and a loose black cotton shirt, Snape went up to the front desk to get information about the Dursley's but instead found trouble.
"I'm sorry sir but unless I see some identification, I'm gonna have to ask you to sit over there while I call Mr. Dursley and get this all cleared up." the clerk at the front desk said, shaking at the intense glare Snape was giving him.
"I see. Well if you would hurry it up, I have more important things to be doing than standing here all day." Severus replied, going to sit in the seats by the desk and scowling at everything and everyone.
"Uh, who should I say is calling for them, sir?"
"Professor Severus Snape, Potter's teacher." Severus said, not getting up from his seat or raising his voice over the loud noise around him. Severus watched as the guy dialed the room number and started talking to someone, he then looked up and saw Snape glowering at him and talked a little bit faster. Minutes later he hung up the phone and walked over to the angry teacher.
"Mr. Snape, Mr. Dursley will be down in a minute."
"Thank you." Severus rolled the polite term around in his mouth and decided he didn't like it.
He waited for several minutes, the loud noise and chaotic movement around him making a small vein in his head throb. Just as he was about to pull out his wand and start cursing the next muggle that brushed against him there was a gruff voice behind him.
"Follow me."
Snape looked up and saw a whale of a man gesturing to him from the other side of the couch. Lifting an eyebrow, Snape got up and followed the large man out of the hotel room and to a private, but not too private, place were they could talk.
"What do _you_ want?" Vernon asked, not hiding his hatred of Snape anymore than he was.
"I've come to inquire about the Potter boy. Where is he?" Snape said, taking in the sudden magenta hue Vernon turned.
"He's not here. Dropped him off at a place for children like him." Vernon replied, a faint smile of satisfaction on his face.
"And where is this place?"
Vernon was silent for a while then turned a confused face on Snape. "I don't exactly know."
"You mean to tell me that you dropped Harry Potter off at some random place without telling Dumbledore and you don't even know where it is." Snape snarled, voice dropping lower and more venomous with every word.
"I know where it is I just can't remember right now." Vernon defended, slowly becoming furious that one of those _freaks_ would talk to him like that. Severus whispered a few words in latin and was surprised at the strength of the spell he saw surrounding Vernon.
"Hn, Dumbledore will hear of this." Snape left without another word.
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Harry walked into the same room he had been in when he had lunch with Andrew yesterday. There was the same table and chairs along with plates and utensils. Hesitantly, Harry sat down in his spot, Dusty sitting by his feet a look of fear in those chocolate depths.
"Harry, so glad to see that you were able to come. But you are late." Came Andrew's voice from deep within the room. Harry felt the room getting colder and decided to explain himself.
"Only by a couple minutes. That Grindylow in the basement gave me a hard time." Harry reasoned. It was to his surprise that he felt a cold caress on his neck, but when he tried to turn around the caress turned into a rough hold, seeping into his throat and blocking any and all passage of air to come through. He tried to claw at his throat hoping to get the hand off of him but when he reached up he could only feel his own neck.
"You should have thought of that in the beginning. You also scratched the cover of my favorite book in the library."
Harry felt the cold touch travel from within his throat to rest inside his lungs, making every wanted breath taken an agony. He pressed at his chest, taking in deep lungfuls of air but still gasped as he exhaled.
"I-I was at-attacked...by..a..a big monster with...huge claws." Harry gasped, the pain beyond anything he had ever felt.
"That does not excuse the point." The cold within him now tightened around his heart, making it slow down to a dangerous beat.
Harry's vision started blurring, every breath was a pain and he started seeing stars. Suddenly the cold grip was gone and the room rose to a warm temperature. Harry slumped in his seat, glad that it was over, he gave himself a mental check up and felt no permanent damage was done to his body although he was still cold and thought nothing would be able to get rid of it. Dusty was looking up at him in concern, whimpering from his spot on the floor. He tried to reassure him that things were fine but couldn't get any words out. Panicked, Harry tried screaming but no sound came.
"Oh, that's for calling me a sick bastard. You'll get your voice back when you learn to behave yourself in another's home. Now go on and eat, I did after all say you were not to miss any meals." Andrew said from across the table, a picture of good manners and well breeding.
'Jerk.' Harry mouthed, looking at his plate in disgust.
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Again really sorry about the late post guys, I'll try to come out with the next one as soon as possible. Don't forget to review!
By Dark Moon
Disclaimers: See first chap.
Warnings: A small amount of Harry torture. Maybe language. And the unanimous vote was for Snape!
Snape: Gee, I feel special.
Part 6
"Stupid Potter. Always have to be doing something to cause me to come after you." Severus Snape grumbled to himself, arriving at the hotel Dumbledore had found that the Dursley's were staying at. "There is only one reason why Albus Dumbledore would offer _hot_ tea on a hot summer day, Harry Potter. But instead of being the sensible man I am and running for it, I get stuck doing something I don't want to do. Wearing stupid muggle clothing and having to travel all over the place looking for him."
Dressed in black tailored slacks and a loose black cotton shirt, Snape went up to the front desk to get information about the Dursley's but instead found trouble.
"I'm sorry sir but unless I see some identification, I'm gonna have to ask you to sit over there while I call Mr. Dursley and get this all cleared up." the clerk at the front desk said, shaking at the intense glare Snape was giving him.
"I see. Well if you would hurry it up, I have more important things to be doing than standing here all day." Severus replied, going to sit in the seats by the desk and scowling at everything and everyone.
"Uh, who should I say is calling for them, sir?"
"Professor Severus Snape, Potter's teacher." Severus said, not getting up from his seat or raising his voice over the loud noise around him. Severus watched as the guy dialed the room number and started talking to someone, he then looked up and saw Snape glowering at him and talked a little bit faster. Minutes later he hung up the phone and walked over to the angry teacher.
"Mr. Snape, Mr. Dursley will be down in a minute."
"Thank you." Severus rolled the polite term around in his mouth and decided he didn't like it.
He waited for several minutes, the loud noise and chaotic movement around him making a small vein in his head throb. Just as he was about to pull out his wand and start cursing the next muggle that brushed against him there was a gruff voice behind him.
"Follow me."
Snape looked up and saw a whale of a man gesturing to him from the other side of the couch. Lifting an eyebrow, Snape got up and followed the large man out of the hotel room and to a private, but not too private, place were they could talk.
"What do _you_ want?" Vernon asked, not hiding his hatred of Snape anymore than he was.
"I've come to inquire about the Potter boy. Where is he?" Snape said, taking in the sudden magenta hue Vernon turned.
"He's not here. Dropped him off at a place for children like him." Vernon replied, a faint smile of satisfaction on his face.
"And where is this place?"
Vernon was silent for a while then turned a confused face on Snape. "I don't exactly know."
"You mean to tell me that you dropped Harry Potter off at some random place without telling Dumbledore and you don't even know where it is." Snape snarled, voice dropping lower and more venomous with every word.
"I know where it is I just can't remember right now." Vernon defended, slowly becoming furious that one of those _freaks_ would talk to him like that. Severus whispered a few words in latin and was surprised at the strength of the spell he saw surrounding Vernon.
"Hn, Dumbledore will hear of this." Snape left without another word.
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Harry walked into the same room he had been in when he had lunch with Andrew yesterday. There was the same table and chairs along with plates and utensils. Hesitantly, Harry sat down in his spot, Dusty sitting by his feet a look of fear in those chocolate depths.
"Harry, so glad to see that you were able to come. But you are late." Came Andrew's voice from deep within the room. Harry felt the room getting colder and decided to explain himself.
"Only by a couple minutes. That Grindylow in the basement gave me a hard time." Harry reasoned. It was to his surprise that he felt a cold caress on his neck, but when he tried to turn around the caress turned into a rough hold, seeping into his throat and blocking any and all passage of air to come through. He tried to claw at his throat hoping to get the hand off of him but when he reached up he could only feel his own neck.
"You should have thought of that in the beginning. You also scratched the cover of my favorite book in the library."
Harry felt the cold touch travel from within his throat to rest inside his lungs, making every wanted breath taken an agony. He pressed at his chest, taking in deep lungfuls of air but still gasped as he exhaled.
"I-I was at-attacked...by..a..a big monster with...huge claws." Harry gasped, the pain beyond anything he had ever felt.
"That does not excuse the point." The cold within him now tightened around his heart, making it slow down to a dangerous beat.
Harry's vision started blurring, every breath was a pain and he started seeing stars. Suddenly the cold grip was gone and the room rose to a warm temperature. Harry slumped in his seat, glad that it was over, he gave himself a mental check up and felt no permanent damage was done to his body although he was still cold and thought nothing would be able to get rid of it. Dusty was looking up at him in concern, whimpering from his spot on the floor. He tried to reassure him that things were fine but couldn't get any words out. Panicked, Harry tried screaming but no sound came.
"Oh, that's for calling me a sick bastard. You'll get your voice back when you learn to behave yourself in another's home. Now go on and eat, I did after all say you were not to miss any meals." Andrew said from across the table, a picture of good manners and well breeding.
'Jerk.' Harry mouthed, looking at his plate in disgust.
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Again really sorry about the late post guys, I'll try to come out with the next one as soon as possible. Don't forget to review!