Don't own, J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishers do.
Don't make money from this, they do.
Own not a penny, so don't sue.
But please, beloved reader, please do review.
Andolyn
The Boy Who Lived Twice
"Al better now?" Snape asked as if bored with the whole situation. Harry did not seem to notice. The boy bent over to his feet and examined them. He touched them, winched and flexed them. He looked up at Snape and nodded. "Thank you, Sir". He turned to Ari and gave her a wide smile.
"That was some fancy driving!"
"Exiting eh? What is that on your face- do you have more wounds?"
Ari stoke the boy over his forehead and revealed fiery red lightning shaped scar. Harry shook his head.
"Don't worry- It's old."
"Alright then, you should get some sleep."
"Yes, but not quite yet." Snape, still at his hunches on the other side of the car, peered in. "Potter- what happened?"
Ari held the boy a little tighter. She was curious as hell, but was it really the right time to question the boy? But Harry seemed to be made of stronger mettle than she'd expected. He shivered, and with a look of deep hurt on his face explained.
"Death Eaters. Three of them. My Uncle had been mad at me so he'd thrown me in the cupboard under the stairs again."
Ari indignant and heated, Snape in soft undertones and venomous, reacted both to that statement at the same instant.
"He did what!
"Thrown you where?"
The adults exchanged a quick glance, silencing each other and brought their focus back to the shivering boy.
"It's nothing really- He does that, did that, all the time."
"Nothing my ass," hissed Ari. "If I'd known!"
"Go on Potter," Snape encouraged.
"Well- they came in so softly I never noticed them. My scar had been burning for days and I did owl Headmaster Dumbledore- you did get my message at Hogwarts, now didn't you?"
Ari felt as if she was quickly losing track of the conversation. Snape nodded.
"Hence my presence tonight."
Something clicked in Ari's mind.
"Owls- like, a carrier pigeon?"
"Yes- Hedwig is very good, you know. Wonder where she is now though. She was hunting tonight."
Snape pressed on. "Then she'll find her way. Now go on."
"Well- because I was downstairs they could not find me. I woke up when everybody was shouting, Unckle Vernon was really pissed off, you know-. They were in the living room and then everything went so fast! One moment Unckle Vernon was shouting, the next moment they were all laughing and I don't know at what. Something about butchering pigs or something. And I heard furniture cracking and a lot of noise of breaking glass I guess, and fighting."
Harry was near to tears now and choking on his words. Ari rubbed his back and kept giving Snape a lot of angry stares asking him to stop questioning the boy- did it really have to be now! On the other hand, Harry -had- to get this out before the experience could fester.
"And then they must have cursed him and there was green light everywhere. I knew he was dead-"
"Jesus!" Ari gasped.
"Had nothing to do with this what so ever." Snape said wryly.
Harry wiped his eyes. "I wanted- I so wanted to -help- them, you know. But I could not even get out of that damn cupboard without using magic. So I took my wand and opened the door and just stood there. And then Aunt Petunia passed me, ran outside, in her nightshirt. Awful pink thing- did you notice?"
Ari squeezed his shoulders.
"I jumped away from her- and the next curse barely missed me! If I'd be in the way- she'd be alive."
Suddenly extremely intense, black eyes blazing a deeply emotional, furious fire, Snape pushed his torso into the car and stared directly in Harry's tear streaked face.
"And you would be dead instead while the curse was -meant- for her! None of this is your fault, Potter. None of it. Don't blame yourself, not -ever-, you hear! You did not -ask- for this to happen, you could not have prevented it. Put the blame where the blame lies, by those who spoke the words and none other!"
Mesmerised by Snape's slow yet heated voice and his intense stare, the boy calmed somewhat and even, strange enough, seemed to feel a little better. Perhaps Snape did know something about treating the traumatised child that had eluded Ari. While the tall man pulled back again, Harry continued. He had stopped crying and even seemed a little calmer.
"I backed out of the house. They said things like 'there you are' and 'our Lord wants a word with you' and they were laughing. I went outside, my feet got hurt. And then you were there."
Snape nodded. "You weren't feeling cold or nauseous?"
"No. Why do you ask, Sir."
"In answer to your call I was sent to investigate and got somewhat derailed by a handful of Dementors."
The boy looked shocked at that. Ari wrapped him a little tighter in the blanket.
"Fortunately for the both of us this lady Samaritan got to my aid and saved both our lives."
Harry turned to Ari.
"You've got chocolate?"
"You want chocolate? Are you hungry? I could get you a snack somewhere- but-"
"It's not for me."
"We don't have time, Potter. And I'll be alright."
Totally confused now Ari looked from the man to the boy and back again.
Snape straitened from his crouched position and stretched his long limbs, shrugging his shoulders, trying to loosen knotted muscles. He looked tired. They all looked tired.
"We should be on our way again." He said to no one in particular.
Ari whispered in the boy's ear. "That was one hell of a thing, Harry. I'm so sorry."
Harry gave her a sad grin. "Well, I lived. It's not as if that never happened before."
"What?"
"I said," Snape half bent inside again, "we should be on our way!"
"But wait a minute- You two are acting as if what happened tonight is something normal. Like things like these happen to children every day!"
With a toothy grin Snape answered: "Don't you read your own newspaper? Things like this -do- happen every day. And to your children more often than ours I might add. Or have -you- been living in a cave for the last one hundred years."
Ari shrugged. "Apart from the your-versus-our-children bit, touché."
Snape stepped back again. Harry yawned and mumbled an apology. He was hardly awake anymore, though Ari strongly suspected he would not be able to sleep any. She tucked the drowsy boy in, who curled up like a shrimp on the backseat.
"I'm going to make you sleep now." Snape said and Harry nodded. Again a wave with the wand and some Latin. Ari went to the wheel and Snape got in beside her.
Llarian, I have been reading your 'Force of Destiny' up to chapter five now. Coming from someone who writes an exellent story like you do, a compliment on my style is very valuable and makes me blush. Thank you.
Jo, slytherin girl and Angel_Of_Ice2, thanks for your kind comments. I hope to get out a chapter two to three times a week. That is why they are relatively short (for now).
Don't make money from this, they do.
Own not a penny, so don't sue.
But please, beloved reader, please do review.
Andolyn
The Boy Who Lived Twice
"Al better now?" Snape asked as if bored with the whole situation. Harry did not seem to notice. The boy bent over to his feet and examined them. He touched them, winched and flexed them. He looked up at Snape and nodded. "Thank you, Sir". He turned to Ari and gave her a wide smile.
"That was some fancy driving!"
"Exiting eh? What is that on your face- do you have more wounds?"
Ari stoke the boy over his forehead and revealed fiery red lightning shaped scar. Harry shook his head.
"Don't worry- It's old."
"Alright then, you should get some sleep."
"Yes, but not quite yet." Snape, still at his hunches on the other side of the car, peered in. "Potter- what happened?"
Ari held the boy a little tighter. She was curious as hell, but was it really the right time to question the boy? But Harry seemed to be made of stronger mettle than she'd expected. He shivered, and with a look of deep hurt on his face explained.
"Death Eaters. Three of them. My Uncle had been mad at me so he'd thrown me in the cupboard under the stairs again."
Ari indignant and heated, Snape in soft undertones and venomous, reacted both to that statement at the same instant.
"He did what!
"Thrown you where?"
The adults exchanged a quick glance, silencing each other and brought their focus back to the shivering boy.
"It's nothing really- He does that, did that, all the time."
"Nothing my ass," hissed Ari. "If I'd known!"
"Go on Potter," Snape encouraged.
"Well- they came in so softly I never noticed them. My scar had been burning for days and I did owl Headmaster Dumbledore- you did get my message at Hogwarts, now didn't you?"
Ari felt as if she was quickly losing track of the conversation. Snape nodded.
"Hence my presence tonight."
Something clicked in Ari's mind.
"Owls- like, a carrier pigeon?"
"Yes- Hedwig is very good, you know. Wonder where she is now though. She was hunting tonight."
Snape pressed on. "Then she'll find her way. Now go on."
"Well- because I was downstairs they could not find me. I woke up when everybody was shouting, Unckle Vernon was really pissed off, you know-. They were in the living room and then everything went so fast! One moment Unckle Vernon was shouting, the next moment they were all laughing and I don't know at what. Something about butchering pigs or something. And I heard furniture cracking and a lot of noise of breaking glass I guess, and fighting."
Harry was near to tears now and choking on his words. Ari rubbed his back and kept giving Snape a lot of angry stares asking him to stop questioning the boy- did it really have to be now! On the other hand, Harry -had- to get this out before the experience could fester.
"And then they must have cursed him and there was green light everywhere. I knew he was dead-"
"Jesus!" Ari gasped.
"Had nothing to do with this what so ever." Snape said wryly.
Harry wiped his eyes. "I wanted- I so wanted to -help- them, you know. But I could not even get out of that damn cupboard without using magic. So I took my wand and opened the door and just stood there. And then Aunt Petunia passed me, ran outside, in her nightshirt. Awful pink thing- did you notice?"
Ari squeezed his shoulders.
"I jumped away from her- and the next curse barely missed me! If I'd be in the way- she'd be alive."
Suddenly extremely intense, black eyes blazing a deeply emotional, furious fire, Snape pushed his torso into the car and stared directly in Harry's tear streaked face.
"And you would be dead instead while the curse was -meant- for her! None of this is your fault, Potter. None of it. Don't blame yourself, not -ever-, you hear! You did not -ask- for this to happen, you could not have prevented it. Put the blame where the blame lies, by those who spoke the words and none other!"
Mesmerised by Snape's slow yet heated voice and his intense stare, the boy calmed somewhat and even, strange enough, seemed to feel a little better. Perhaps Snape did know something about treating the traumatised child that had eluded Ari. While the tall man pulled back again, Harry continued. He had stopped crying and even seemed a little calmer.
"I backed out of the house. They said things like 'there you are' and 'our Lord wants a word with you' and they were laughing. I went outside, my feet got hurt. And then you were there."
Snape nodded. "You weren't feeling cold or nauseous?"
"No. Why do you ask, Sir."
"In answer to your call I was sent to investigate and got somewhat derailed by a handful of Dementors."
The boy looked shocked at that. Ari wrapped him a little tighter in the blanket.
"Fortunately for the both of us this lady Samaritan got to my aid and saved both our lives."
Harry turned to Ari.
"You've got chocolate?"
"You want chocolate? Are you hungry? I could get you a snack somewhere- but-"
"It's not for me."
"We don't have time, Potter. And I'll be alright."
Totally confused now Ari looked from the man to the boy and back again.
Snape straitened from his crouched position and stretched his long limbs, shrugging his shoulders, trying to loosen knotted muscles. He looked tired. They all looked tired.
"We should be on our way again." He said to no one in particular.
Ari whispered in the boy's ear. "That was one hell of a thing, Harry. I'm so sorry."
Harry gave her a sad grin. "Well, I lived. It's not as if that never happened before."
"What?"
"I said," Snape half bent inside again, "we should be on our way!"
"But wait a minute- You two are acting as if what happened tonight is something normal. Like things like these happen to children every day!"
With a toothy grin Snape answered: "Don't you read your own newspaper? Things like this -do- happen every day. And to your children more often than ours I might add. Or have -you- been living in a cave for the last one hundred years."
Ari shrugged. "Apart from the your-versus-our-children bit, touché."
Snape stepped back again. Harry yawned and mumbled an apology. He was hardly awake anymore, though Ari strongly suspected he would not be able to sleep any. She tucked the drowsy boy in, who curled up like a shrimp on the backseat.
"I'm going to make you sleep now." Snape said and Harry nodded. Again a wave with the wand and some Latin. Ari went to the wheel and Snape got in beside her.
Llarian, I have been reading your 'Force of Destiny' up to chapter five now. Coming from someone who writes an exellent story like you do, a compliment on my style is very valuable and makes me blush. Thank you.
Jo, slytherin girl and Angel_Of_Ice2, thanks for your kind comments. I hope to get out a chapter two to three times a week. That is why they are relatively short (for now).