Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, nor am I J.K
Rowling. I think they belong to Warner Bros. or something, but if not,
don't sue me!
Author's Note: The story contains spoilers from the Order of the Phoenix.
There wasn't mush else to do. Severus gingerly laid the baby down in his crib and then slammed the door to his bedroom. "Fuck!" he screamed. He really was fucked this time. He had just written off the only man who would do anything for him, so he really wasn't left with many options now. After sitting with his head between his knees for a while, he went downstairs. Orion was still asleep, so he knew he had at least an hour of 'alone' time. He pulled up a chair to the kitchen table and grabbed a copy of the Daily Prophet. The headline read:
DEATH EATERS REVEALED
YOU - KNOW - WHO'S WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN
"Shit, that's all I need now, more Ministry officials crawling up my ass," Severus sighed. He skimmed along through the newspaper, sipping his brandy until he got to the 'help wanted' section. Hogwarts was now looking for a new Potions and a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He saw that the salary had been raised 1,000 Galleons. "Nice touch." Severus said. There were a few jobs at shops, a few at restaurants, and finally, a Ministry job as an Auror. He stopped. What he hated the most, although not more than Dumbledore at the moment, were Ministry people. He sat staring at the ad for a few moments before clipping it and setting it aside. He highly doubted that the Ministry would give him a job now, but he needed the money. Plus, he was qualified. He had already undergone all of the Auror training before going to teach at Hogwarts. He fixed himself another cup of brandy and waited for Orion to wake up.
* * * A dark haired woman watched anxiously as Lucius Malfoy strode up to the Dark Lord.
"Lucius, I was expecting the orb yesterday. Where is it?"
"I can assure you, my Lord, the orb is nearly here. I hope that my Lord will forgive me, my colleagues and I have had great difficulty procuring the orb for your excellency. Well, what with the Department of Mysteries, the Ministry security had been at a maximum-"
"SILENCE! I will tolerate no more of this! You," the Dark Lord hissed to the dark haired woman, "Find me the orb, you have a month. I will not have any more wasted time! And as for you," he sneered, turning to Lucius, "you, my friend, will suffer. You will suffer for your failure! CRUCIO!"
A stream of green light sprang from the tip of the Dark Lord's wand. A split second later, cries of excruciating pain filled the dimly lit room. Lucius writhed on the floor as though being dragged by a rabid Hippogriff. This continued for another minute until the Dark Lord ceased.
"Go now," the Dark Lord commanded. Lucius struggled, but finally stood up. The woman offered a hand but Lucius batted it away. "You have one month." Both the woman and Lucius turned to leave. They were halfway out the door when an acidic voice called out, "Oh, by the way dearest, if you should fail to retrieve the orb, you can be certain that you will suffer the same fate as Mr. Malfoy. However, I can assure you, you won't be able to get up so quickly. Off with you now." Then they left
* * *
Orion had been awake for nearly ten minutes. He hadn't woken up with his usual screaming fit, in fact, he was quite happy. Severus presumed it was because he had moved Riona's picture into the crib. He changed the baby and then walked downstairs to the kitchen. As he fed Orion his bottle, he looked at his face. Orion had Riona's eyes and black hair, but Severus couldn't seem to identify any of the boy's features as his own. Of course, he couldn't get a good look at him because of the bottle. "I'm just tired," Severus told himself.
When Orion was finished, Severus placed him on a blanket on the floor along with a few baby- type toys. He checked the cupboards and realized that he had absolutely nothing in the house besides formula and alcohol. Then he walked over to the filing cabinet and found that he had no cash.
Very suddenly, an owl swooped in from the open window and dropped a wrinkled envelope on the table. Severus set Orion down and peeled open the letter. It was a letter from Gringott's saying that Riona owed 500 galleons for a set of designer robes. "Bloody Christ, this is just perfect," Severus groaned.
Author's Note: The story contains spoilers from the Order of the Phoenix.
There wasn't mush else to do. Severus gingerly laid the baby down in his crib and then slammed the door to his bedroom. "Fuck!" he screamed. He really was fucked this time. He had just written off the only man who would do anything for him, so he really wasn't left with many options now. After sitting with his head between his knees for a while, he went downstairs. Orion was still asleep, so he knew he had at least an hour of 'alone' time. He pulled up a chair to the kitchen table and grabbed a copy of the Daily Prophet. The headline read:
DEATH EATERS REVEALED
YOU - KNOW - WHO'S WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN
"Shit, that's all I need now, more Ministry officials crawling up my ass," Severus sighed. He skimmed along through the newspaper, sipping his brandy until he got to the 'help wanted' section. Hogwarts was now looking for a new Potions and a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He saw that the salary had been raised 1,000 Galleons. "Nice touch." Severus said. There were a few jobs at shops, a few at restaurants, and finally, a Ministry job as an Auror. He stopped. What he hated the most, although not more than Dumbledore at the moment, were Ministry people. He sat staring at the ad for a few moments before clipping it and setting it aside. He highly doubted that the Ministry would give him a job now, but he needed the money. Plus, he was qualified. He had already undergone all of the Auror training before going to teach at Hogwarts. He fixed himself another cup of brandy and waited for Orion to wake up.
* * * A dark haired woman watched anxiously as Lucius Malfoy strode up to the Dark Lord.
"Lucius, I was expecting the orb yesterday. Where is it?"
"I can assure you, my Lord, the orb is nearly here. I hope that my Lord will forgive me, my colleagues and I have had great difficulty procuring the orb for your excellency. Well, what with the Department of Mysteries, the Ministry security had been at a maximum-"
"SILENCE! I will tolerate no more of this! You," the Dark Lord hissed to the dark haired woman, "Find me the orb, you have a month. I will not have any more wasted time! And as for you," he sneered, turning to Lucius, "you, my friend, will suffer. You will suffer for your failure! CRUCIO!"
A stream of green light sprang from the tip of the Dark Lord's wand. A split second later, cries of excruciating pain filled the dimly lit room. Lucius writhed on the floor as though being dragged by a rabid Hippogriff. This continued for another minute until the Dark Lord ceased.
"Go now," the Dark Lord commanded. Lucius struggled, but finally stood up. The woman offered a hand but Lucius batted it away. "You have one month." Both the woman and Lucius turned to leave. They were halfway out the door when an acidic voice called out, "Oh, by the way dearest, if you should fail to retrieve the orb, you can be certain that you will suffer the same fate as Mr. Malfoy. However, I can assure you, you won't be able to get up so quickly. Off with you now." Then they left
* * *
Orion had been awake for nearly ten minutes. He hadn't woken up with his usual screaming fit, in fact, he was quite happy. Severus presumed it was because he had moved Riona's picture into the crib. He changed the baby and then walked downstairs to the kitchen. As he fed Orion his bottle, he looked at his face. Orion had Riona's eyes and black hair, but Severus couldn't seem to identify any of the boy's features as his own. Of course, he couldn't get a good look at him because of the bottle. "I'm just tired," Severus told himself.
When Orion was finished, Severus placed him on a blanket on the floor along with a few baby- type toys. He checked the cupboards and realized that he had absolutely nothing in the house besides formula and alcohol. Then he walked over to the filing cabinet and found that he had no cash.
Very suddenly, an owl swooped in from the open window and dropped a wrinkled envelope on the table. Severus set Orion down and peeled open the letter. It was a letter from Gringott's saying that Riona owed 500 galleons for a set of designer robes. "Bloody Christ, this is just perfect," Severus groaned.