I am sorry to say that my fic is starting to snake down, some. I will try to have funny bits, but it is starting to get a little serous now. However, I hope you will enjoy it…
Knowing about something and writing about it are two different things. I know in my mind, what Cynnus is and I love leaving little hints around. I know some of you will guess and you are probably right too. I just thought I would say that, I do not know if there will be a time where Cynnus must say what he is to everyone, but I thought you would like to know. *shrug*
This chapter is dedicated to Lindsey and Whitney… you know who you are. -_^
Harry Potter and the Pissed Off P.M.
Chapter 5:
What would Holiday Break be without Gred and Forge…?
"You must be kidding me." The painting of the nameless potion master sneered at two identical redheads. "I thought I wouldn't see you two for a very long time. What brings you here, of all places, on Christmas eve no less?"
Fred and Gorge smiled devilishly at their favorite partner in crime, their best-kept secret, the painting to Snape's quarters. "I thought you loved us?" Pouted Fred… or was it Gorge?
Black eyes narrowed at the twins. "You know the rules gentlemen." The red headed twins whispered something to the painted and he swung open with a devious smile.
Quickly, like lions on the hunt, Fred and Gorge went through separate doors, each leading to a bedroom. Opening his green eyes, Harry smiled at his intruder. "Hey kid." Gorge whispered, sitting on the massive bed. "Fred and I came to steel you away for awhile. Ron informed us of your ghastly predicament."
Claiming out of the vast bed, Harry pulled on the shrunk robe asking, "What about Severus?"
"We'll leave him a note saying you're with us." Gorge picked up the little boy and headed out of the room in time to see his brother coming out of Snape's room. "Well?"
"With bells on." Fred winked at his knowing brother, setting a letter down on the coffee table.
***
With no grace, what so ever, Fred and Gorge stumbled out of the fireplace, with Harry in arms. Little Harry beamed a smile at the Burrow. It was one of the consent things in his life, no matter oh hard or bad things got he could always count on the warm, loving, uplifting, aura that surrounded the place and the people that lived there.
Ron and Hermione were there, helping Mrs. Weasley set the table for breakfast. Arthur, Bill and Charley sat on the couch, discussing Quidditch and intrusting enough, so was Percy.
This was Harry's home away from home and he would die to protect it.
***
Yawning and stretching like a black robe clad feline, Severus reluctantly opened his eyes. It was not like him to sleep in, even on the weekend. Perhaps it was the Holidays trying to tell him something.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Snape walked or in a very rare moment, stumbled to Harry's room. Opening the door, Snapes eyes grew as he stared at the empty room. Franticly he searched the room, but found no sign of the little boy.
Running from his quarters, Severus missed the note and he wondered why there was a bell sound following him, but he paid it no mind, he had to find Harry.
Severus ran towards the first person in mind, Cynnus.
***
Black, to say the least, was pissed off. Not only pissed off but murderous. Clinching the letter from Albus in his hand, Sirius staked to the only place he could think he would find that greasy, hooked nose, bastard. How could that git let this happen to Harry?
Sirius was finally a free man and this was supposed to be Harry and his first Christmas together. The Headmaster wrote him a letter stating that Harry could not leave Hogwarts. What really pissed him off was that it took till the eve of Christmas to get to Hogwarts. Damn Albus and Snape.
As soon as he finds that pale faced traitor, he was going to kill him.
Roughly, Sirius pushed open Snape's classroom door. Staking in, Black stopped mid steep from the site before him.
Professor Cynnus Snape sprawled cross his brothers desk in those infamous paints of his. Long legs in the air, crossed at the ankles, black hair free, framing his pale sweet face. The Professor looked up from the papers he was grading and glared with his deep purple eyes at his visitor. "'ello." He said around the red colored lollypop in his mouth.
Black's mouth hung open as he tried to bring back all those nasty remarks towards Snape, but for some reason, they just weren't there. "I, uh, that is. I just. I'm… You're."
Slipping off the desk, leather paints groaned in objection, Cynnus glided over to the untamed black haired man. Cynnus pulled the metallic flavor lolly out of his mouth with a slight 'pop'. "You don't look like the monster that my brother writes to me about." Sirius by now looked really confused and adorable, Cynnus noted. "Would you talk if I nipped you?" He teased as Black just stared.
However, before Cynnus could nip, Severus burst in with that damn bell sound still with him. "Cynnus," Completely ignoring the wide-eyed Black, Severus panted to his twin. "Please tell me Harry is with you."
Concern flashed in Cynnus's eyes. "He's not. What happened to you? Do you want help finding—" Before he could finish, Severus was already down the hall.
Cynnus stumbled a bit as the brood tall man collapsed against him. Sighing he picked up the unconscious Sirius and took him to the desk.
***
It was the third time Hermione saw Ron flinch as they watched the twins high up in the air, throwing Harry playfully to each other. "Why do you keep doing that?"
"Fred and Gorge used to play with me like that." Ron said watching Harry scream with laughter as Fred threw him to Gorge. "They dropped me once." This time Hermione paled.
***
Cynnus stared down at the robust man lying on the desk. He tried everything he could think of to get the man to wake up. Slapped him, used charms, and shouted, nothing seemed to work.
With an evil smile creeping its way on Cynnus's face, he bent his head and kissed the man's neck. A deep intake of breath greeted him, but Sirius did not wake. Cynnus nipped and sucked his way to the man's ear, where at last, Sirius woke.
"Raise a shine." Cynnus smiled down at him. "Or not." He said as Black scowled at him.
"What are you?" Black asked, scooting away from the desk and the charming Snape.
"My name is Cynnus Slytherin Snape. I am the twin brother of Severus Salazar Snape." For good measure, he took Blacks hand, lightly kissing the back of it. Before Sirius could retaliate, Albus Dumbledore walked in with an unpleasant look in his face.
"Harry is missing." He told the odd pair. "I need everyone willing and able to search for him." Turning to Black he added, "Come with me Sirius and I'll explain everything to you."
***
Severus ran everywhere. He asked everyone if they had seen Potter, with no luck. He searched everywhere, even when the sun went down.
Exhausted Snape slumped into his favorite chair in Albus's office and that bell sounded again. A cup of tea came into Severus's view. "Here my boy." Taking the cup in his shaking hands, Snape thanked the Headmaster. "We've looked everywhere Severus. It is possible that Voldemort got a hold of him some how."
"I've failed to protect him." Severus grieved, hanging his head.
"Now, now, my dear boy." The head master cooed. "What might help us is if you knew who put that charm on you."
Severus head snapped up. "What charm, Headmaster?"
"You haven't looked in a mirror, have you?"
***
Severus Snape, Potion Master, Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stalked, with a dark aura, down to his rooms in the dungeons. Upon entering his rooms, he spotted the letter. Opening it his face fell. Damn those two!
Stomping over to his hearth, Severus threw in a pinch of shimmering powder and hissed, "Albus! A word if you please."
The Headmasters face hovered in the fire, looking at Severus over his half-moon specs. "Yes, Severus?" Snape said nothing as he placed his hand through the fire, giving the Headmaster his note. Shock played over Albus's face. "I'll bring this matter to Molly and Arthur and call off the search." With a 'pop', the Headmaster's face disappeared.
The next thing Severus did was look into the old family mirror hanging on the cold stone wall. If he was shocked, he did not show it. Long black ears stood out from his shinny hair and a long luxurious tail waved behind him with a bell tied on with a pink ribbon.
In all of his silent rage, Severus ripped the bell off and cocked back his arm; his reflection barely had enough time to duck out of the way, as his fest slammed into the mirror, shattering it. Severus leaned against the wall and fell to the floor, baring his head in his hands.
He was at war with him self. Torturing him self on the inside. What would have happened if Voldemort really had gotten a hold of Potter? He was not made for this! He could not look after a child! Severus could not help but get his emotions running high. He cared to damn much for the little brat.
"You're not going to lock me up in the cupboard, are you?" Severus's head snapped up at the little voice slicing through his dark musings. Little Harry Potter pushed himself to the wall with a gasp as he looked at his Professor. Under other circumstances, the ears and tail would have made him laugh, but the fact that they now looked like horns did not help much.
With abnormal speed, Severus crawled over to the shaking boy, checking for any injures. Seeing none, homicidal black eyes stared at frightened green ones. "Never," Hissed the Snape. "Never do that again! You hear me?! What would I have done if Voldemort got you?! I damn well should put you in a cupboard!"
"I'm — sorry." The boy shook with fear. Harry has never seen his Professor this riveted before and with out warning, Severus wrapped his arms around the small Harry, holding him as if his life depended on it.
Snape loosened his hold on the boy as violent sobs started to come. "Don't — please — don't." Came the chocked cries. "I don't want to go inside the cupboard!"
"Harry." Severus looked worryingly down at the small boy. "Harry, I won't." When the boy kept repeating the same things over and over, Snape started to panic. "Harry, what's wrong?"
Severus took the hysterical boy in his arms and stood up, heading for the guest room. Lying the boy down on the bed, he went to fetch the Headmaster or Poppy, but small fists holding on to his robe stopped him. "Don't go." Harry's eyes glittered with tears. "Just… don't go."
Snape obeyed the boy and went back to holding him and that is when Harry spilled all. The 'fun' games his cousin used to play, his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, the nearly missed frying pans to the head, the endless forbidden food, and most of all, the cupboard under the stairs.
Soaking all of the boy's words in, Severus became enraged once again. Not at himself and defiantly not at the boy, but at those muggles and the Headmaster for keeping Harry there.
It was a long time they had stayed in the same position and at the stroke of midnight ; Severus got an idea. Getting Potter to let him go, with the promise he would be right back, Snape left the room and returned with a large unwrapped box in hand. "There is no paper to litter around my rooms, but never the less, Marry Christmas Harry." Severus sat the box on the bed and watched with an amusement as Harry quickly lifted the lid. Seven different pairs of eyes looked up at Harry.
Inside there were rag doll replicas of his friends. There was Ron, Hermione, Draco, and the Headmaster, his Godfather, Severus and a plush albino snake. The doll of Severus was not his idea.
The doll maker said that if he bought six dolls the seventh was free. He did not need a seventh but the doll maker made one of him anyways and if you asked him about the snake, Severus would tell you it was better then giving the little boy a real one.
Harry loved each and every one too. Picking up the snake, he hissed softly to it. The plush snake did not understand what was said, because he was not real, but Harry did not seem to care. "Thank you!" Harry lunched him self at the Professor.
"Welcome." Severus said hugging him back. "Now I dare say; it's time for bed." Harry pouted but complied anyways. Severus tucked him in and told him good night, while plains were forming in his Slytherin head.
Harry truly did love his gifts, but if you looked closer, you would notice that Harry fell asleep holding only two, while the others were close. Snuggling closer to the plush snake, which he named Ivan and the rag doll of Severus, Harry fell, for once, into a peaceful sleep.