Jailbird
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling (JKR), various publishers of the Harry Potter (HP) series. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 4 (uploaded 11/7/03)
Snape and Dumbledore walked back to Hogwarts Castle together. They found Draco Malfoy and Vincent Crabbe sitting on the steps leading to the main doors. They had flown on their brooms, towing only a small bag for each of them.
"Hello, boys," Dumbledore at Snape with concern. "Severus, I'll be in my office. Please don't hesitate to call. I'll see everyone at dinner."
They followed their Head of House, through the empty halls, to the Slytherin common room. "The dormitories are closed for the summer. I take it this isn't a social call."
Young Malfoy and young Crabbe shook their heads, maintaining their silence. Snape continued, "I'll have beds and drawers brought down. Meanwhile you two wait here. I'll come back later to talk with you." The boys fell asleep on the couches and when they woke up, there were two beds, drawers, and desks for them. They rearranged the room to Draco's satisfaction and played Exploding Snap until Snape returned.
"Now, then. I want you to know I have sent owls to your mothers to let them know you are safe." Snape hovered over them as he spoke.
The authority figure snarled, "As happy as I am to see your smiling faces again, I must inform you that this is not a permanent solution. I will allow you to stay up to one week before I return you to your--dear-- mummies." He paused between words for emphasis. "I am a busy man, and I have no wish to babysit over my summer holiday."
Snape paced in front of them. "I want to hear from your mouths why you are here. If you would rather talk to me privately about this we can go to my office."
Draco curled his lip and stared at his dimwitted friend. Crabbe started, "Draco wanted company and asked me to come." He gave an apologetic look to his blonde leader.
"So you left dear Mummy to fend for herself, did you? All alone in her house, tsk tsk." Crabbe bit his bottom lip and followed Snape's pacing with his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy?" Snape stopped to look at his godson, who simply shrugged. "Would you prefer to talk in my office." Draco leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms and his ankles. He looked straight into the empty fireplace. "Come with me Mr. Malfoy." Snape held the door open but the blonde teen didn't move until he saw the professor reach into his robes for his wand. He shuffled slowly out the door.
Draco walked down the dungeon hallway, but rather than stopping in front to Snape's office, he walked to the entrance to Snape's private chambers. He had been there many times before, to awaken his Head of House if something happened in the Slytherin dormitories. Despite his preference, Snape opened the door and followed Draco in. Draco walked past the armchairs, opting to sit at the edge of the four-poster bed. Snape was clearly uncomfortable with him there.
"Well? Get on with it. What do you have to say?" Snape said impatiently.
Draco bounced on the bed a couple times, "Nice, I could get used to this." He spotted Snape's brandy sifter and stemware, "May I have a drink?"
"No, if you're not here to talk then get out," Snape growled. "I'm not falling for that again."
Draco smirked, "For what?"
"Never mind. Why are you here?" Ever suspicious, Snape turned his back to his bedroom guest for a moment to pull out his wand. He held it down along his leg, out of sight.
Draco looked at his watch. "Give me another moment." Snape's eyes narrowed even more.
Draco slid from the bed to the floor, on his knees. As he did, his hair grew longer, his facial features matured rapidly. When the transformation was complete, he stood up catching his breath. He was clearly a head taller than the boy who walked into the room.
Snape had his wand pointed, "Lucius."
Draco's father bowed deeply, "Severus." He walked toward the potion master and looked him eye to eye, pushing the wand away from his chest. "Come now, is that any way to greet an old friend?" The older Malfoy was so cool and smooth.
"What have you done to Draco?"
Malfoy drawled, "Tsk tsk. Not to worry. My son and his friend are safe at home. They'll be sleeping a while. I'll remember to recommend you for Headmaster, you show such concern for your students. You've been here almost 15 years, haven't you? Do you get anything for your time in service?" He sifted through his pockets.
Snape twitched, "Keep your hands where I can see them."
"Nonsense, Severus. I want you to have this." Malfoy took off his watch and offered it with both hands to the dark-haired wizard. Snape carefully reached for it, but as he did, Malfoy popped open the face of the watch, releasing a stream of liquid into the professor's face, blinding his vision.
Snape backed away blindly making space between himself and Lucius Malfoy, cussing and cursing the whole time. He shot spells randomly around the room. Knowing his own room well, he managed to open the door to the hallway, but passed out before he could step out.
Malfoy dragged his body back into the room and onto his bed. He poured a small vial of liquid into the sleeping man's mouth then cut off a lock of his raven color hair. "Thank you, my old friend. You're a good man, an intelligent man. No need for you to involve yourself any further." The blonde adult then left the room, testing the wards before making his way back to the Slytherin common room.
"Crabbe!" Malfoy stormed into the common room. "Get up, you oaf. You must take another sip of the Polyjuice." Crabbe reached into his bag and took a sip from his hip flask. Meanwhile, Malfoy took a black hip flask and put a measured amount of Snape's hair into the flask, waiting for the smoke and froth to subside. He tucked the rest of the hair into a pocket on the front of the black leather flask cover. He took a sip and waited for the potion to take effect and looked at his watch.
Now posing as Professor Snape, his soft baritone voice crooned, "Come, Mr. Crabbe. I believe it's dinner time. Let's let dear Draco sleep."
"Uh, but Draco's not here."
"Shut up! Stick to grunting and nodding, do you hear?"
Vincent nodded. The (new) Snape, then smirked, "Much better."
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Author's Note: (11/7/03) Man, I wish I knew what it takes to get reviews. I think my stories are unique and have a good premise. Creative writing-wise I don't really know what I'm doing, but the stories are not plotless. I am sticking as close to canon as I can and keeping everyone as close to in- character as I know. My spelling and punctuation is better than a lot I've seen. I've decided to take out the slash warning from my summary. There will be no slash in this story (just teases), but I'll keep it rated R because of the adult situations.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling (JKR), various publishers of the Harry Potter (HP) series. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 4 (uploaded 11/7/03)
Snape and Dumbledore walked back to Hogwarts Castle together. They found Draco Malfoy and Vincent Crabbe sitting on the steps leading to the main doors. They had flown on their brooms, towing only a small bag for each of them.
"Hello, boys," Dumbledore at Snape with concern. "Severus, I'll be in my office. Please don't hesitate to call. I'll see everyone at dinner."
They followed their Head of House, through the empty halls, to the Slytherin common room. "The dormitories are closed for the summer. I take it this isn't a social call."
Young Malfoy and young Crabbe shook their heads, maintaining their silence. Snape continued, "I'll have beds and drawers brought down. Meanwhile you two wait here. I'll come back later to talk with you." The boys fell asleep on the couches and when they woke up, there were two beds, drawers, and desks for them. They rearranged the room to Draco's satisfaction and played Exploding Snap until Snape returned.
"Now, then. I want you to know I have sent owls to your mothers to let them know you are safe." Snape hovered over them as he spoke.
The authority figure snarled, "As happy as I am to see your smiling faces again, I must inform you that this is not a permanent solution. I will allow you to stay up to one week before I return you to your--dear-- mummies." He paused between words for emphasis. "I am a busy man, and I have no wish to babysit over my summer holiday."
Snape paced in front of them. "I want to hear from your mouths why you are here. If you would rather talk to me privately about this we can go to my office."
Draco curled his lip and stared at his dimwitted friend. Crabbe started, "Draco wanted company and asked me to come." He gave an apologetic look to his blonde leader.
"So you left dear Mummy to fend for herself, did you? All alone in her house, tsk tsk." Crabbe bit his bottom lip and followed Snape's pacing with his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy?" Snape stopped to look at his godson, who simply shrugged. "Would you prefer to talk in my office." Draco leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms and his ankles. He looked straight into the empty fireplace. "Come with me Mr. Malfoy." Snape held the door open but the blonde teen didn't move until he saw the professor reach into his robes for his wand. He shuffled slowly out the door.
Draco walked down the dungeon hallway, but rather than stopping in front to Snape's office, he walked to the entrance to Snape's private chambers. He had been there many times before, to awaken his Head of House if something happened in the Slytherin dormitories. Despite his preference, Snape opened the door and followed Draco in. Draco walked past the armchairs, opting to sit at the edge of the four-poster bed. Snape was clearly uncomfortable with him there.
"Well? Get on with it. What do you have to say?" Snape said impatiently.
Draco bounced on the bed a couple times, "Nice, I could get used to this." He spotted Snape's brandy sifter and stemware, "May I have a drink?"
"No, if you're not here to talk then get out," Snape growled. "I'm not falling for that again."
Draco smirked, "For what?"
"Never mind. Why are you here?" Ever suspicious, Snape turned his back to his bedroom guest for a moment to pull out his wand. He held it down along his leg, out of sight.
Draco looked at his watch. "Give me another moment." Snape's eyes narrowed even more.
Draco slid from the bed to the floor, on his knees. As he did, his hair grew longer, his facial features matured rapidly. When the transformation was complete, he stood up catching his breath. He was clearly a head taller than the boy who walked into the room.
Snape had his wand pointed, "Lucius."
Draco's father bowed deeply, "Severus." He walked toward the potion master and looked him eye to eye, pushing the wand away from his chest. "Come now, is that any way to greet an old friend?" The older Malfoy was so cool and smooth.
"What have you done to Draco?"
Malfoy drawled, "Tsk tsk. Not to worry. My son and his friend are safe at home. They'll be sleeping a while. I'll remember to recommend you for Headmaster, you show such concern for your students. You've been here almost 15 years, haven't you? Do you get anything for your time in service?" He sifted through his pockets.
Snape twitched, "Keep your hands where I can see them."
"Nonsense, Severus. I want you to have this." Malfoy took off his watch and offered it with both hands to the dark-haired wizard. Snape carefully reached for it, but as he did, Malfoy popped open the face of the watch, releasing a stream of liquid into the professor's face, blinding his vision.
Snape backed away blindly making space between himself and Lucius Malfoy, cussing and cursing the whole time. He shot spells randomly around the room. Knowing his own room well, he managed to open the door to the hallway, but passed out before he could step out.
Malfoy dragged his body back into the room and onto his bed. He poured a small vial of liquid into the sleeping man's mouth then cut off a lock of his raven color hair. "Thank you, my old friend. You're a good man, an intelligent man. No need for you to involve yourself any further." The blonde adult then left the room, testing the wards before making his way back to the Slytherin common room.
"Crabbe!" Malfoy stormed into the common room. "Get up, you oaf. You must take another sip of the Polyjuice." Crabbe reached into his bag and took a sip from his hip flask. Meanwhile, Malfoy took a black hip flask and put a measured amount of Snape's hair into the flask, waiting for the smoke and froth to subside. He tucked the rest of the hair into a pocket on the front of the black leather flask cover. He took a sip and waited for the potion to take effect and looked at his watch.
Now posing as Professor Snape, his soft baritone voice crooned, "Come, Mr. Crabbe. I believe it's dinner time. Let's let dear Draco sleep."
"Uh, but Draco's not here."
"Shut up! Stick to grunting and nodding, do you hear?"
Vincent nodded. The (new) Snape, then smirked, "Much better."
~ ~ ~
Author's Note: (11/7/03) Man, I wish I knew what it takes to get reviews. I think my stories are unique and have a good premise. Creative writing-wise I don't really know what I'm doing, but the stories are not plotless. I am sticking as close to canon as I can and keeping everyone as close to in- character as I know. My spelling and punctuation is better than a lot I've seen. I've decided to take out the slash warning from my summary. There will be no slash in this story (just teases), but I'll keep it rated R because of the adult situations.