Chapter 19
Severus was sitting at his desk once more grading papers. (he has a lot of them, doesn't he?) Methos was sitting, in his boxers, in a conjured lawn chair, a "sunlight" spell focused above him, and a reflector tray in his hands.
Severus threw down his quill and put his head in his hands. "That's it," He announced. "From now on, I'm only giving multiple choice questions." Methos smirked.
"I knew you'd give in to the Dark Side of grading. You're Jedi Professor Powers are too weak." Severus snorted and rolled his eyes. Methos to look at Severus and was blinded by the glare.
"Oh shite! I'm blind."
Biting his lip so he wouldn't laugh, Severus flicked his wand and the air over Methos' eyes darkened and solidified into sunglasses. Cautiously, Methos opened an eye. He cracked his neck.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
Pause.
"You were saying?"
"Oh!" Methos thought for a moment. "I forgot. But it doesn't matter anymore." Severus raised an eyebrow as his lover stood.
"Oh?"
"Nope." Methos shook his head as he rounded the old oak desk to sit on Severus' lap. Severus' hands came up to hold Methos' waist as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Professors!" Came the cry from outside the (locked) door. Methos growled and threw his head back, frustrated. Severus' chin hit his chest and he quietly whimpered. Without moving Methos called out,
"Go away!" Severus snickered.
"That won't make them leave.: Methos shrugged.
"It was worth a try." Severus answered by raising his head and kissing along Methos' now tanned throat.
"You taste like summer." Severus whispered.
"Mmm..haha." Methos giggled as Severus brushed a ticklish spot. They kissed once more before Adam stood and pulled his robes back on. Severus straitened his own and opened the door.
"Come in."
The.well.the group was really two new to have a nickname. There was the Gryffindor Trio, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, Slytherin's Prince, Draco, and Ginny Weasley, the lone Weasley. Ron was last in, so he closed the door and stood at the back of the group. Severus raised an eye at them.
"We want answers," Hermione began, strait to the point, as always. "We know about both of you, and about Mr. MacLeod. We also have reason to believe Cassandra is one of you as well. Are we right?" Methos raised an eyebrow at Ron, who stood in the back. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "not me. It was all them."
"Yes. Cassandra is an Immortal." Methos began. "What is the point?"
"We want to know what the connection is between you, specifically, and Cassandra and Voldemort's latest lackeys, the Four Horsemen."
Methos laughed, a short bark.
"The Horsemen aren't lackeys. They make others their lackeys. Voldemort is working with them, or they with him, but he doesn't control them. At least," he looked thoughtful, "they weren't. Who knows what will happen now that Kronos and Death are gone. Caspian and Silias will probably wonder off eventually, after they get bored of Voldemort's voice." Severus snickered. "I mean, honestly. Harry, you're heard it. It sounds like he inhaled some helium."
They stared at him incredulous. Well, all but Ron. Ron knew already. You can't hide from a seer. Methos sighed.
"I'm getting ahead of myself. Ok. The beginning. Or, rather, the end and we'll work backwards. Severus, here, is a new immortal. He died for the first time during the battle last year. I was his teacher in the immortal laws and ways, and improved upon his sword skills. We were, before that, a couple."
"A couple of what?" Draco muttered cheekily. Harry elbowed him as Methos smirked.
"A couple of Dangerous and Sexy men, that's what. But that's besides the point." Ginny and Hermione giggled while Ron shook his head. Methos continued.
"I met MacLeod about four years ago. I was masquerading as a Watcher, in fact I was the watcher in charge of the Methos chronicles. A hunter after "Methos" came after "Adam Pierson." Joe Dawson, Mac's watcher and a close friend of mine, sent Mac to "protect Adam Pierson." When he saw me sitting on my floor, sword by my side and littered in beer cans in various degrees of full/emptiness, he knew immediately that I was Methos. I've saved his butt a few times since then and he mine. He's a good man, if a bit of a boy scout." He sighed. "Now the hard part."
"The Horsemen are more complicated. They were warrior princes, raiders, back in the Bronze Age; a group of four immortals. They are the inspiration for the four horsemen of the apocalypse in the Bible. Kronos was the leader, Methos, or Death, was the planner, Silas was the strength, and Caspian was just plain sick and twisted. They raped and pillaged their way across Eurasia.
"Mac killed Kronos and Caspian. I killed Silas." He closed his eyes for a minute. "It's a shame. Silas wasn't like the others." He continued, "They were resurrected by Voldemort to do his will, but since they were immortals they did not get the full spell. They want to conquer the world on their own. When they attacked the school I killed Kronos. Caspian and Silas disappeared." He was silent, trying to gather his courage to go on.
"We already know about you, Professor. And your past." Ron spoke up from the back. Methos looked at him surprised.
"What?" Ron nodded.
"You can't hide from a Seer, Professor. I've known since my first vision. Hermione since the end of the year last year, and I don't know about Harry and Draco, but they know."
"Since the dance." Harry said and Methos nodded.
"So I don't have to explain my past?"
"I still don't know," Ginny piped in. Methos looked at her seriously then nodded. Might as well. It may clear up any questions you may have, as well." The other students nodded, but Methos looked only at Ginny when he spoke.
"And of Methos? Methos turned his back on the Horsemen long ago. He was sickened by what they had become." His eyes held that far away memory look in them. "I'll never go back," he whispered. When he looked back at Ginny he could see realization dawning. "Yes," he said, "I am Methos. My wilder days were my days with the Horsemen. That also explains the Cassandra connection. She was my first and only immortal slave. I took her mortality and her virginity very violently. That is why Cassandra hates me. That is why I fought Kronos." He hung his head. "That is my Voldemort is after me."
He was surprised a moment later when he felt his arms full of lanky red- head- teenage girl.
"That you for telling us," she said, her voice slightly muffled, "I know that must have been hard for you." Methos smiled and hugged her back.
"Thank you."
"Well," Ron said, "now that we've completely disrupted your evening, we'll leave you alone. Come on, Gin."
"Night Professors!"
"Night kids."
They left his office and Methos started chuckling. Severus raised an eyebrow.
"That's the first time I ever got hugged for being a horseman." Severus smiled back and pulled Methos back into his nap.
***
It was almost midnight when Oliver folded his planbook and put down his quill, yawning into his hand. He cracked his neck and, as he stood, blew out the candles. He left his office, closing and locking the door behind him.
He was halfway to the teacher's wing when he ran into Percy. Literally. Oliver, being the heavier, stayed standing while Percy bounced off his chest and was knocked to the floor.
"Oh! Percy, love, I'm so sorry!" Percy waved him off as he stood.
"Oh, I'm alright. Come on, you have to see this."
"See what?" Oliver asked as he was dragged along. Percy grinned at him.
"You'll see!" The corridors began to look vaguely familiar (well, more so than normal). "Close you're eyes, Oliver, I'll lead you there." Wondering slightly at the sanity of his husband, Oliver closed his eyes.
They traveled for a few more minutes before they entered the room. Percy let go of Oliver's hand and stepped away.
"Ok.open your eyes."
Olly did and they widened in surprise.
"Percy.this is.this is."
"I know, isn't it wonderful?"
Olly nodded.
The room was an abandoned classroom with broken dusty furniture at the end nearest the door. Further inside, against the window, was an old teacher's desk. Against one wall was a dusty blue couch from the old Ravenclaw common room (it had been redecorated recently.) A small bookshelf stood hidden in the corner with a (only slightly illegal) magicked radio and a few books.
"Our old hideaway." Percy nodded.
"Yep. I had a feeling that we would need a place to escape to.or to pass on to someone else who needs a hideaway." Oliver raised an eyebrow at that. "Well, since Draco and Harry have been outed the other professors are reluctant to let them stay unsupervised in Draco's room. I have a feeling this room would be perfect for them to get away to. We have out room.and I'm a bit too old to do it on a desk." Oliver laughed and wrapped Percy in his arms, and, picking him up, carried him over to the desk.
"Oliver! What are you doing?"
"Proving you wrong."
"Oliver!.oh Olly."
Needless to say, Percy was proved quite wrong.
TBC
Severus was sitting at his desk once more grading papers. (he has a lot of them, doesn't he?) Methos was sitting, in his boxers, in a conjured lawn chair, a "sunlight" spell focused above him, and a reflector tray in his hands.
Severus threw down his quill and put his head in his hands. "That's it," He announced. "From now on, I'm only giving multiple choice questions." Methos smirked.
"I knew you'd give in to the Dark Side of grading. You're Jedi Professor Powers are too weak." Severus snorted and rolled his eyes. Methos to look at Severus and was blinded by the glare.
"Oh shite! I'm blind."
Biting his lip so he wouldn't laugh, Severus flicked his wand and the air over Methos' eyes darkened and solidified into sunglasses. Cautiously, Methos opened an eye. He cracked his neck.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
Pause.
"You were saying?"
"Oh!" Methos thought for a moment. "I forgot. But it doesn't matter anymore." Severus raised an eyebrow as his lover stood.
"Oh?"
"Nope." Methos shook his head as he rounded the old oak desk to sit on Severus' lap. Severus' hands came up to hold Methos' waist as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Professors!" Came the cry from outside the (locked) door. Methos growled and threw his head back, frustrated. Severus' chin hit his chest and he quietly whimpered. Without moving Methos called out,
"Go away!" Severus snickered.
"That won't make them leave.: Methos shrugged.
"It was worth a try." Severus answered by raising his head and kissing along Methos' now tanned throat.
"You taste like summer." Severus whispered.
"Mmm..haha." Methos giggled as Severus brushed a ticklish spot. They kissed once more before Adam stood and pulled his robes back on. Severus straitened his own and opened the door.
"Come in."
The.well.the group was really two new to have a nickname. There was the Gryffindor Trio, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, Slytherin's Prince, Draco, and Ginny Weasley, the lone Weasley. Ron was last in, so he closed the door and stood at the back of the group. Severus raised an eye at them.
"We want answers," Hermione began, strait to the point, as always. "We know about both of you, and about Mr. MacLeod. We also have reason to believe Cassandra is one of you as well. Are we right?" Methos raised an eyebrow at Ron, who stood in the back. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "not me. It was all them."
"Yes. Cassandra is an Immortal." Methos began. "What is the point?"
"We want to know what the connection is between you, specifically, and Cassandra and Voldemort's latest lackeys, the Four Horsemen."
Methos laughed, a short bark.
"The Horsemen aren't lackeys. They make others their lackeys. Voldemort is working with them, or they with him, but he doesn't control them. At least," he looked thoughtful, "they weren't. Who knows what will happen now that Kronos and Death are gone. Caspian and Silias will probably wonder off eventually, after they get bored of Voldemort's voice." Severus snickered. "I mean, honestly. Harry, you're heard it. It sounds like he inhaled some helium."
They stared at him incredulous. Well, all but Ron. Ron knew already. You can't hide from a seer. Methos sighed.
"I'm getting ahead of myself. Ok. The beginning. Or, rather, the end and we'll work backwards. Severus, here, is a new immortal. He died for the first time during the battle last year. I was his teacher in the immortal laws and ways, and improved upon his sword skills. We were, before that, a couple."
"A couple of what?" Draco muttered cheekily. Harry elbowed him as Methos smirked.
"A couple of Dangerous and Sexy men, that's what. But that's besides the point." Ginny and Hermione giggled while Ron shook his head. Methos continued.
"I met MacLeod about four years ago. I was masquerading as a Watcher, in fact I was the watcher in charge of the Methos chronicles. A hunter after "Methos" came after "Adam Pierson." Joe Dawson, Mac's watcher and a close friend of mine, sent Mac to "protect Adam Pierson." When he saw me sitting on my floor, sword by my side and littered in beer cans in various degrees of full/emptiness, he knew immediately that I was Methos. I've saved his butt a few times since then and he mine. He's a good man, if a bit of a boy scout." He sighed. "Now the hard part."
"The Horsemen are more complicated. They were warrior princes, raiders, back in the Bronze Age; a group of four immortals. They are the inspiration for the four horsemen of the apocalypse in the Bible. Kronos was the leader, Methos, or Death, was the planner, Silas was the strength, and Caspian was just plain sick and twisted. They raped and pillaged their way across Eurasia.
"Mac killed Kronos and Caspian. I killed Silas." He closed his eyes for a minute. "It's a shame. Silas wasn't like the others." He continued, "They were resurrected by Voldemort to do his will, but since they were immortals they did not get the full spell. They want to conquer the world on their own. When they attacked the school I killed Kronos. Caspian and Silas disappeared." He was silent, trying to gather his courage to go on.
"We already know about you, Professor. And your past." Ron spoke up from the back. Methos looked at him surprised.
"What?" Ron nodded.
"You can't hide from a Seer, Professor. I've known since my first vision. Hermione since the end of the year last year, and I don't know about Harry and Draco, but they know."
"Since the dance." Harry said and Methos nodded.
"So I don't have to explain my past?"
"I still don't know," Ginny piped in. Methos looked at her seriously then nodded. Might as well. It may clear up any questions you may have, as well." The other students nodded, but Methos looked only at Ginny when he spoke.
"And of Methos? Methos turned his back on the Horsemen long ago. He was sickened by what they had become." His eyes held that far away memory look in them. "I'll never go back," he whispered. When he looked back at Ginny he could see realization dawning. "Yes," he said, "I am Methos. My wilder days were my days with the Horsemen. That also explains the Cassandra connection. She was my first and only immortal slave. I took her mortality and her virginity very violently. That is why Cassandra hates me. That is why I fought Kronos." He hung his head. "That is my Voldemort is after me."
He was surprised a moment later when he felt his arms full of lanky red- head- teenage girl.
"That you for telling us," she said, her voice slightly muffled, "I know that must have been hard for you." Methos smiled and hugged her back.
"Thank you."
"Well," Ron said, "now that we've completely disrupted your evening, we'll leave you alone. Come on, Gin."
"Night Professors!"
"Night kids."
They left his office and Methos started chuckling. Severus raised an eyebrow.
"That's the first time I ever got hugged for being a horseman." Severus smiled back and pulled Methos back into his nap.
***
It was almost midnight when Oliver folded his planbook and put down his quill, yawning into his hand. He cracked his neck and, as he stood, blew out the candles. He left his office, closing and locking the door behind him.
He was halfway to the teacher's wing when he ran into Percy. Literally. Oliver, being the heavier, stayed standing while Percy bounced off his chest and was knocked to the floor.
"Oh! Percy, love, I'm so sorry!" Percy waved him off as he stood.
"Oh, I'm alright. Come on, you have to see this."
"See what?" Oliver asked as he was dragged along. Percy grinned at him.
"You'll see!" The corridors began to look vaguely familiar (well, more so than normal). "Close you're eyes, Oliver, I'll lead you there." Wondering slightly at the sanity of his husband, Oliver closed his eyes.
They traveled for a few more minutes before they entered the room. Percy let go of Oliver's hand and stepped away.
"Ok.open your eyes."
Olly did and they widened in surprise.
"Percy.this is.this is."
"I know, isn't it wonderful?"
Olly nodded.
The room was an abandoned classroom with broken dusty furniture at the end nearest the door. Further inside, against the window, was an old teacher's desk. Against one wall was a dusty blue couch from the old Ravenclaw common room (it had been redecorated recently.) A small bookshelf stood hidden in the corner with a (only slightly illegal) magicked radio and a few books.
"Our old hideaway." Percy nodded.
"Yep. I had a feeling that we would need a place to escape to.or to pass on to someone else who needs a hideaway." Oliver raised an eyebrow at that. "Well, since Draco and Harry have been outed the other professors are reluctant to let them stay unsupervised in Draco's room. I have a feeling this room would be perfect for them to get away to. We have out room.and I'm a bit too old to do it on a desk." Oliver laughed and wrapped Percy in his arms, and, picking him up, carried him over to the desk.
"Oliver! What are you doing?"
"Proving you wrong."
"Oliver!.oh Olly."
Needless to say, Percy was proved quite wrong.
TBC
