Clap your hands and praise out loud
Mrs. J.K. Rowling who wrote about
Harry Potter and his crowd
And owns the lot, please don't sue or shout
Andolyn
Changing cars
"Potter, get out of this car, NOW!"
Ari stepped back and in spite of all he'd said and shown, felt frightened of the dark man for the first time that evening. He sounded harsh- raw and while he got out of the car himself, he swayed unsteadily. In the back of her mind, a little mocking voice told Ari the man surely could do with some coffee-
Again, she was at a loss what the hell was going on, but both the man and the boy were frightfully serious. Harry was rubbing his scar and Snape questioned him. How long had the scar pained him, was that what had woken him in spite of Snape's spell? No, the boy said- he woke up because he had to use the bathroom and the pain had just started.
Ari heard the crickets chirping in the peaceful dark meadows surrounding the road, smelled the stench of the gasoline and oil, so penetrating in this parking lot. Slowly, she walked around the car, scanning their surroundings a bit the way Snape had in back in Privet Drive- but she could make out no threats what so ever.
An ugly brownish vehicle pulled up. Three men more stumbled than walked out. Very young men, obviously drunk. Supporting each other. One went to the shop in front of the gas station- the other two veered of to the loo- they did not make it and the smaller one gave up his dinner, splattering his trousers. His friend apparently thought this hilarious. They were no threat. That was, as long as they were not -driving- they were not.
Snape shivered, pulling his jacket tightly around his lean frame.
"I've been foolish. I just should have let you -drive-, not charm this thing!" he waved his wand at the car, without hexing it.
"Look, guys- if I am to be of any use here- I have to know what is going on!"
Harry tipped his scar. "This hurts whenever Voldemort plots something or feels really hateful, usually when all that is directed at me. He wants me killed."
How old was this boy, who could, outwardly at least, stand so calmly there, dressed only in pyjama's and a blanket. This boy, fourteen, fifteen perhaps but no more. Living under a murderers threat-
Harry pushed his glasses straight and looked around.
"So they will be after the car."
Snape coughed. "We will need another."
Harry's eyes windened. "But Sir! That is -stealing-".
Ari groaned. She followed Snape's gaze towards the car the three men had vacated and shivered. It had something of a stench about it, even from this distance. But since it was larger than her own, at least the tall wizard would be more comfortable.
"And you suppose", she said, crossing her arms in front of her, "that those men are drunk enough to let it be conveniently unlocked?"
"Look you two- if you have any better ideas, I -am- open to suggestions! But we cannot travel in any way magical and we have to get away from here fast! You can drive, we cannot. By my mistake, your car has been contaminated."
"So I was right!"
"Now aren't you glad!"
"O shut up the both of you!" Harry cried out. Both Ari and Snape stared at him, more than a little surprised.
The boy pointed at the station. "Whatever we are going to do, we must be quick- they will be coming back real soon!"
Snape turned on his heels, grabbed Harry under his arm and moved him to the mud brown vehicle. The boy gave an indignant comment and pulled free, but followed his teacher who strode ahead. Ari pulled her bag out of the car, hesitated a moment, took her car keys and went after her companions nervously.
"You can't -do- that!" Harry was shouting again. "They will throw you into Azkaban if they find out!"
"Now what!" asked Ari, falling in the middle of another shouting match. Tired, sleep depraved and extremely irritated, she was quickly developing the mother of headaches.
"The car -is- locked and -he-," Harry pointed at Snape, "wants to use the Imperus Curse on the driver to make him give us the key!"
"Well, I'm -sure- that is very serious and all, but isn't the whole point of taking -this- car that we -don't- use any magic."
Wearily rubbing his brow Snape almost whispered "It's not as if I haven't done anything like that before. And it's not use any magic on the car!"
"Now -why- am I not surprised." Grumbled Harry.
"Alright, boy's, time for some -female- charm here! Snape- you are my boyfriend,"
"What!"
"And we are having a fight." She threw him the car key's which he easily plucked from the air with one hand.
"I'm supposedly fed up with you and your -er- son," she ignored Harry's wide eyed stare and undid some of her blouses buttons, just enough to be below decency levels, "and I am looking for a ride, any ride as long as it is not with the two of you. Harry, make a pest of yourself, Snape- just, just be yourself, I guess. When those guy's come back, we better be in full swing- O and Snape?"
The wizard blinked at Ari as if waking up, eyes turning upward to her face and cleared his throat.
"Er- yes, miss Philpot?"
"Can you send my car on its merry way without occupants?"
"A decoy," he said approvingly and nodded, looked over Ari's shoulder, hunched his shoulders and took a very threatening posture. Involuntary Ari stepped back and was stopped by the car.
"You little hellcat." Snape whispered low, still advancing, forcing Ari to bend over backwards a bit. She placed her hand beside her on the motor cap and stared up in two amazing obsidian eyes. Eyes finally touched by a bit of humour.
"If you don't back off, right now," Ari shouted, "I'll kick you where it hurts!"
Roughly Snape grabbed her wrist. "You will be quiet, docile and very quick in returning with us, and so help me god if I but hear one whisper out of you-!"
"Can we go home now daddy? I wanne go home!" wined Harry in the background. Snape winched at that and swiftly turned round.
"Shut up, boy!"
Ari started shouting again. "Leave the boy out of this, you goddamned bastard! Has he not suffered enough already!"
"I told you-" barked Snape in a harsh voice, "to be quiet!" With an amazingly strong grip, Snape pulled Ari up to him and turned her around, practically throwing her over the motor cap, twisting her arm painfully behind her back. He bent low over her body, trapping her and whispered silkily in her ear, almost with a purr.
"Is this what you had in mind?"
Forced to look the other way, Ari saw one of the men returning. He carried a bag with foodstuff an a small tray with paper mugs of coffee with plastic lids on them. He looked rather stunned at the couple bending over his car and quickened his pace towards them.
"He!" he shouted.
Ari felt crushed beneath the tall man, felt his body pressing her down, felt him shiver but if he still was feverish she could not say.
"Not quite," she hissed and gave the wizard a kick against the shins. Not too hard, though.
"Auch!" Snape protested a lot louder than necessary, and practically danced away.
"Good on ye- girly!" hissed the young man who quickly came to Ari's side. He looked rather crumpled with matted hair, wrinkled shirt out of his trousers and tie half undone. A wild party, no doubt.
"What kind of a man are ye, mister, to use a girly like her like that!"
"Sir, this is between my -er- girlfriend and myself and I beg you -not- to interfere!"
"You wa'?" The man put down his bag and advanced on Snape, swaggering and giving Ari a lopsided wink.
"You always talk like that, mate?"
"Look, -mate-, I advise you strongly to-" Snape argued, balling his fists as if ready to fight.
"Yes, he's always like this," wined Ari. "And he hits me too- And I -don't- want to go back with him! O please, can't I come with you?"
The man turned to her with a lecherous smile, looking Ari up and down greedily. Ari smiled innocently at him.
"Sure," he blurted, while taking out the car keys, missing the glint in Ari's eyes at the sight of them. "Look, I've got two pals over there, you don't mind now do ye?" Ari kept smiling, but the expression became rather strained while the breath of the man wafted over her. He bent over her, trying to get a better look of Ari's front, went a firm hand grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him round and a hard fist against the jaw sent him reeling, slammed him against the ground and a kick in the groin pushed him away from the car. The car keys slipped his fingers, but Harry jumped forward and caught them almost the moment they hit the ground.
"I mind!" hissed Snape.
"Now that was unnecessary." deadpanned Ari.
There was a shout coming from the station. The two other men, each luckily in worse shape than their unconscious companion, had finally emerged and were just sober enough to start running towards their car. Ari quickly opened the lock and jumped behind the wheel. Harry scooped up the food and coffee, Snape simply pulled out his wand and uttered the same spell that had sent Harry to sleep earlier. The men fell down. This done, he calmly hexed Ari's car again and on it's own it veered of.
Ari stared at the sleeping men a few yards away.
"If I had realised you could do -that-"
"We would have lost even more time searching the pockets of these individuals. Besides, the little act play was -your- idea."
Ari turned on the engine and checked the dials on the dashboard. Snape settled next to her, kicked out some empty beer cans to make room for his feet and squinted his face against the stench of alcohol and other disagreeable odours inside the car. Ari changed the settings of her chair and rear view mirror and pulled up, thankful for a tank at least half full. Harry settled himself in the back, browsing through the bag he'd picked up. Snape held his right wrist rather gingerly and made a face at it. Ari chuckled and with a rather sour expression, he crossed his arms and looked out of the window. They were on their way again.
"Chips, anyone?" asked Harry.
Thaks for commenting, iejasu, Lataradk (bad Lataradk- you are making me wanne do a Macbeth/Snape crosover! ;) , Llarian (humble bow and big thank-you for recommending me. Snape won't be quoting muggle stuff soon, but he wil at future and very sad occasion), Nokomis, slytherin girl,
Sophie W., Helen (thanks for the 'editorial', i've used your remarks), Clio and Edesina.
I still have to look up your stories, I'm just a little pressed for time right now.
A very Merry Christmas to you all!! Give my regards to Santa, if you catch him ;)
Mrs. J.K. Rowling who wrote about
Harry Potter and his crowd
And owns the lot, please don't sue or shout
Andolyn
Changing cars
"Potter, get out of this car, NOW!"
Ari stepped back and in spite of all he'd said and shown, felt frightened of the dark man for the first time that evening. He sounded harsh- raw and while he got out of the car himself, he swayed unsteadily. In the back of her mind, a little mocking voice told Ari the man surely could do with some coffee-
Again, she was at a loss what the hell was going on, but both the man and the boy were frightfully serious. Harry was rubbing his scar and Snape questioned him. How long had the scar pained him, was that what had woken him in spite of Snape's spell? No, the boy said- he woke up because he had to use the bathroom and the pain had just started.
Ari heard the crickets chirping in the peaceful dark meadows surrounding the road, smelled the stench of the gasoline and oil, so penetrating in this parking lot. Slowly, she walked around the car, scanning their surroundings a bit the way Snape had in back in Privet Drive- but she could make out no threats what so ever.
An ugly brownish vehicle pulled up. Three men more stumbled than walked out. Very young men, obviously drunk. Supporting each other. One went to the shop in front of the gas station- the other two veered of to the loo- they did not make it and the smaller one gave up his dinner, splattering his trousers. His friend apparently thought this hilarious. They were no threat. That was, as long as they were not -driving- they were not.
Snape shivered, pulling his jacket tightly around his lean frame.
"I've been foolish. I just should have let you -drive-, not charm this thing!" he waved his wand at the car, without hexing it.
"Look, guys- if I am to be of any use here- I have to know what is going on!"
Harry tipped his scar. "This hurts whenever Voldemort plots something or feels really hateful, usually when all that is directed at me. He wants me killed."
How old was this boy, who could, outwardly at least, stand so calmly there, dressed only in pyjama's and a blanket. This boy, fourteen, fifteen perhaps but no more. Living under a murderers threat-
Harry pushed his glasses straight and looked around.
"So they will be after the car."
Snape coughed. "We will need another."
Harry's eyes windened. "But Sir! That is -stealing-".
Ari groaned. She followed Snape's gaze towards the car the three men had vacated and shivered. It had something of a stench about it, even from this distance. But since it was larger than her own, at least the tall wizard would be more comfortable.
"And you suppose", she said, crossing her arms in front of her, "that those men are drunk enough to let it be conveniently unlocked?"
"Look you two- if you have any better ideas, I -am- open to suggestions! But we cannot travel in any way magical and we have to get away from here fast! You can drive, we cannot. By my mistake, your car has been contaminated."
"So I was right!"
"Now aren't you glad!"
"O shut up the both of you!" Harry cried out. Both Ari and Snape stared at him, more than a little surprised.
The boy pointed at the station. "Whatever we are going to do, we must be quick- they will be coming back real soon!"
Snape turned on his heels, grabbed Harry under his arm and moved him to the mud brown vehicle. The boy gave an indignant comment and pulled free, but followed his teacher who strode ahead. Ari pulled her bag out of the car, hesitated a moment, took her car keys and went after her companions nervously.
"You can't -do- that!" Harry was shouting again. "They will throw you into Azkaban if they find out!"
"Now what!" asked Ari, falling in the middle of another shouting match. Tired, sleep depraved and extremely irritated, she was quickly developing the mother of headaches.
"The car -is- locked and -he-," Harry pointed at Snape, "wants to use the Imperus Curse on the driver to make him give us the key!"
"Well, I'm -sure- that is very serious and all, but isn't the whole point of taking -this- car that we -don't- use any magic."
Wearily rubbing his brow Snape almost whispered "It's not as if I haven't done anything like that before. And it's not use any magic on the car!"
"Now -why- am I not surprised." Grumbled Harry.
"Alright, boy's, time for some -female- charm here! Snape- you are my boyfriend,"
"What!"
"And we are having a fight." She threw him the car key's which he easily plucked from the air with one hand.
"I'm supposedly fed up with you and your -er- son," she ignored Harry's wide eyed stare and undid some of her blouses buttons, just enough to be below decency levels, "and I am looking for a ride, any ride as long as it is not with the two of you. Harry, make a pest of yourself, Snape- just, just be yourself, I guess. When those guy's come back, we better be in full swing- O and Snape?"
The wizard blinked at Ari as if waking up, eyes turning upward to her face and cleared his throat.
"Er- yes, miss Philpot?"
"Can you send my car on its merry way without occupants?"
"A decoy," he said approvingly and nodded, looked over Ari's shoulder, hunched his shoulders and took a very threatening posture. Involuntary Ari stepped back and was stopped by the car.
"You little hellcat." Snape whispered low, still advancing, forcing Ari to bend over backwards a bit. She placed her hand beside her on the motor cap and stared up in two amazing obsidian eyes. Eyes finally touched by a bit of humour.
"If you don't back off, right now," Ari shouted, "I'll kick you where it hurts!"
Roughly Snape grabbed her wrist. "You will be quiet, docile and very quick in returning with us, and so help me god if I but hear one whisper out of you-!"
"Can we go home now daddy? I wanne go home!" wined Harry in the background. Snape winched at that and swiftly turned round.
"Shut up, boy!"
Ari started shouting again. "Leave the boy out of this, you goddamned bastard! Has he not suffered enough already!"
"I told you-" barked Snape in a harsh voice, "to be quiet!" With an amazingly strong grip, Snape pulled Ari up to him and turned her around, practically throwing her over the motor cap, twisting her arm painfully behind her back. He bent low over her body, trapping her and whispered silkily in her ear, almost with a purr.
"Is this what you had in mind?"
Forced to look the other way, Ari saw one of the men returning. He carried a bag with foodstuff an a small tray with paper mugs of coffee with plastic lids on them. He looked rather stunned at the couple bending over his car and quickened his pace towards them.
"He!" he shouted.
Ari felt crushed beneath the tall man, felt his body pressing her down, felt him shiver but if he still was feverish she could not say.
"Not quite," she hissed and gave the wizard a kick against the shins. Not too hard, though.
"Auch!" Snape protested a lot louder than necessary, and practically danced away.
"Good on ye- girly!" hissed the young man who quickly came to Ari's side. He looked rather crumpled with matted hair, wrinkled shirt out of his trousers and tie half undone. A wild party, no doubt.
"What kind of a man are ye, mister, to use a girly like her like that!"
"Sir, this is between my -er- girlfriend and myself and I beg you -not- to interfere!"
"You wa'?" The man put down his bag and advanced on Snape, swaggering and giving Ari a lopsided wink.
"You always talk like that, mate?"
"Look, -mate-, I advise you strongly to-" Snape argued, balling his fists as if ready to fight.
"Yes, he's always like this," wined Ari. "And he hits me too- And I -don't- want to go back with him! O please, can't I come with you?"
The man turned to her with a lecherous smile, looking Ari up and down greedily. Ari smiled innocently at him.
"Sure," he blurted, while taking out the car keys, missing the glint in Ari's eyes at the sight of them. "Look, I've got two pals over there, you don't mind now do ye?" Ari kept smiling, but the expression became rather strained while the breath of the man wafted over her. He bent over her, trying to get a better look of Ari's front, went a firm hand grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him round and a hard fist against the jaw sent him reeling, slammed him against the ground and a kick in the groin pushed him away from the car. The car keys slipped his fingers, but Harry jumped forward and caught them almost the moment they hit the ground.
"I mind!" hissed Snape.
"Now that was unnecessary." deadpanned Ari.
There was a shout coming from the station. The two other men, each luckily in worse shape than their unconscious companion, had finally emerged and were just sober enough to start running towards their car. Ari quickly opened the lock and jumped behind the wheel. Harry scooped up the food and coffee, Snape simply pulled out his wand and uttered the same spell that had sent Harry to sleep earlier. The men fell down. This done, he calmly hexed Ari's car again and on it's own it veered of.
Ari stared at the sleeping men a few yards away.
"If I had realised you could do -that-"
"We would have lost even more time searching the pockets of these individuals. Besides, the little act play was -your- idea."
Ari turned on the engine and checked the dials on the dashboard. Snape settled next to her, kicked out some empty beer cans to make room for his feet and squinted his face against the stench of alcohol and other disagreeable odours inside the car. Ari changed the settings of her chair and rear view mirror and pulled up, thankful for a tank at least half full. Harry settled himself in the back, browsing through the bag he'd picked up. Snape held his right wrist rather gingerly and made a face at it. Ari chuckled and with a rather sour expression, he crossed his arms and looked out of the window. They were on their way again.
"Chips, anyone?" asked Harry.
Thaks for commenting, iejasu, Lataradk (bad Lataradk- you are making me wanne do a Macbeth/Snape crosover! ;) , Llarian (humble bow and big thank-you for recommending me. Snape won't be quoting muggle stuff soon, but he wil at future and very sad occasion), Nokomis, slytherin girl,
Sophie W., Helen (thanks for the 'editorial', i've used your remarks), Clio and Edesina.
I still have to look up your stories, I'm just a little pressed for time right now.
A very Merry Christmas to you all!! Give my regards to Santa, if you catch him ;)