Telling Him III
I'm re-posting the earlier chapters with italics and the new title. There are some minor alterations to the text as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. You know that and I know that but I still have to write the disclaimer. I have read many fanfictions and consequently may have "borrowed" other people's ideas so if you recognise something it probably isn't mine. Finally if I am aware that I have taken somebody's idea I will put their pen name in brackets after it or acknowledge them at the end of the appropriate chapter this is only if I know the name. If you recognize something of yours that has not been acknowledged, tell me and I will acknowledge it. I am not making any money out of this so don't sue. I don't know why I bothered to write this as no one reads these anyway.
Thanks to my reviewers. Reviews make me feel more like typing.
Grey Malfoy
I'm glad you like it! I'm also pleased that there are other people that are obsessed with severitus fics too.
JeZeBeL
Thanks for reviewing, twice! I couldn't think of any other Malfoy/Potter fics
but it is nice to have someone else agree.
Charma1219
Thanks for reviewing, twice!
Kittykat589
Can you tell me more about this Septamis Severus? And thank you, you are the first person to give me a suggestion for Harry's name.
Thanks for the info- and reviewing again! Septimus might be 'Harry's' name now- especially if no one else gives me any suggestions!
#Parseltongue#
Sorry about the excessive dividing lines, I only wanted a couple but I can't get rid of them.
And so onto the next chapter-
When she reached the room adjoining the library (No3, with the moving bookshelves) she sat down on one of the intricately carved mahogany chairs and sighed, deeply. She had made it without Lucius finding out that she had gone. For most people this would not have been a problem, but in her panic she had forgotten to concoct a valid excuse and Lucius could always tell when she was lying. Then she heard footsteps coming up the corridor and, in a well-practised gesture she placed the magazine she was reading under a cushion and picked up a novel that she began to read turning the pages lazily, as if she had been there all morning; no one opening the door would think anything was unusual. She hoped.
The only other person he could possibly talk to about this was Remus Lupin who had been asked to return to his post as DADA professor this year (regardless of the fact that he is a werewolf), in fact it had been something to do with this whole 'messy' business with Lily that they had fallen out. However, he could never admit to being wrong to the werewolf, but there was another way…
Severus put on his most impressive cloak and thought about the 5th year Slytherins, to put him into a bad mood. Then he strode out of his rooms and theatrically stormed down the corridors (why people never go up corridors I do not know) and by the time he reached Remus's rooms he appeared to be in a genuinely bad mood. When Remus opened the door he was immediately yelled at.
"What the hell were you playing at? Though it would be a good joke did you?" Severus snarled.
Remus, looking worried and confused, "What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! The letter from 'Lily'"
"You got a letter from Lily? How?"
Severus relaxes slightly now that he could just tell Remus without making himself look ridiculous
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Several hour of discussion later…
"You've got to tell him."
"I can't!"
Remus looks at him.
"How?"
When Harry woke up in the morning sunlight was streaming through the window- it was nearly midday and there seemed to be shouting coming from downstairs, this he immediately brushed from his mind as a voice by his ear said #good morning#. Harry jerked into an upright position in shock, and immediately regretted it – his muscles felt even more strained than they had when he had woken up in the night. Insigna apologized whilst sliding onto the desk and Harry's breathing returned to normal.
Harry got up wondering why he had been allowed to sleep in and saw the cardboard box he was intrigued but realised that he ought to get dressed.
When he was dressed, and his willpower stretched to it's limits, Harry went to open the box. Unfortunately, this was the moment that his Uncle chose to burst into the room and wordlessly, but not soundlessly- he grunted several times, dragged Harry downstairs.
Draco opened the door slowly, he did not really know what to expect. He had not spoken to his mother, properly, for ages but he knew something was going on, and wasn't going to ask his father.
"Mother?"
Narcissa nearly jumped out of her skin, she had been expecting Lucius, not Draco- and definitely not a nervous sounding Draco.
His Uncle wasn't happy, hence the being dragged downstairs but his aunt looked…triumphant…as if she had just won something. It soon became clear that she had- the argument.
"There are going to be a few changes," Petunia announced.
Harry was still rubbing the back of his neck, but looked up.
"Firstly, Harry, if your chores aren't finished by lunchtime you can leave them."
Harry couldn't quite believe it, she was being nice, why? Vernon looked particularly unhappy, but said nothing.
"Secondly you may keep your school things in your room, on the grounds that if anything happens they will be confiscated again."
Harry nodded slowly, acutely aware of the fact that his uncle's face had gone a dark reddy/pink colour and, at the same time, that things were definitely going well.
This summer, until now, he had had an impossible list of chores to get done, which if they weren't done his Uncle punished him for. And his school stuff had been locked in the cupboard, which had left very little space for him when he got shut in there.
"Finally, you may let your owl out but you can only send letters to your friends on Friday evenings. Understand?"
"Yes, Aunt Petunia."
"Good", said his Uncle roughly handing him today's list.
Harry started work.
Remus spent all evening trying to think of ways Severus could tell Harry. It wasn't until late that night that it occurred to him that it was Harry's birthday- Severus could send him a present- anonymous, except for 'father'. It would make Harry start asking questions and that would give Severus his opening.
Amazed be his own brilliance he rushed down to the dungeons and Snape's rooms, only briefly wondering why Severus liked living down there, and knocked on his door.
An extremely tired and annoyed looking Severus emerged his hair falling haphazardly into his face.
"What the hell do you want?!"
"I've an idea"
"And? Go away."
"About how to tell Harry."
Severus groans
"In the middle of the night? All right tell me. But be quick- I'm too tired"
Finally this chapter is finished. Sorry that my postings are so erratic, I can only write when I feel like it so I can't predict when the next chapter will be out.
I'm still open to suggestions for Harry's new name, and if you like Septimus, tell me.
Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!
