Messed Up Prophecy
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Chapter 3
OH! I Thought You Had No Friends Because You Ate Them!
or
Ooh La La! Take It Off Baby Take It Off!
**Privet Drive: Still later that night**
"Now boy, don't make me come up there!" yelled Vernon.
As Harry ran down the stairs toward the dining room, he could have sworn that he felt someone on the steps with him. With the thought of an angry Vernon waiting for him in the other room, Harry didn't let the thought stray. When he finally got downstairs to walk through the kitchen to the diningroom, he saw his aunt Petunia helping Dudley with holiday homework.
The older woman noticed Harry by the door and walked over to him with a evil look on her face."Do the dishes. I don't even know why you went upstairs in the first place." sneered an annoyed Petunia as she slapped Harry in the face and sent him wheeling to the floor.
Severus, who was behind Harry through the whole trip to the kitchen, was taken back. If the older wizard was visible there would have been shock written across his face. Dudley snickered at the smacked boy and turned back to his work. While Harry was putting his face back together, his uncle walked in.
At this moment Severus decided that if anything got out of hand that he would step in to prevent any harm from coming Harry's way.
"Oh, there you are boy, took you long enough to get your spoiled behind down here. Here is the house chores that need to be done by 8:00 tomorrow. Now go wash the dishes like your aunt told you!"
"Wait, I need to know where I will fit what I need for him to do for tomorrow before I go on my trip with the bridge club dear."
This is how Harry read out the list:
1. Cook breakfast don't you dare sneak and eat up any of our food)
2. Clean the diningroom
3. Clean kitchen after we are done eating
4. Sand down porch
5. Repaint porch
6. Go to Harold's Hardware Shop for canary yellow paint
7. Cut grass (you did a very bad job before you left for school)
8. Tend to garden (don't let the neighbors see you, and don't do any of your freakish magic out in the open)
9. Wash the driveway
10. Wash the garage door
11. Clean out the garage
12. Clear out the backyard
13. Fix and fill up the pool for later use (the heater is broken)
P.S.
You will not be eating for the next two weeks due to the fact that you did a lousy job cooking the meal and because you helped a wizard serial killer come back to life by giving him your blood and getting that Diggory boy killed in the process.
Harry read the last line of the list with a grief ridden voice and a sob stuck in his throat. "All of that better be done by the time me and Dudley get home from the Shillingsville Drill Department," Vernon said with glee, "if every last chore isn't done I'll add another week to your food deprivation punishment-"
"All that you have fed me since I was born was stale bread and water. How do you expect me to live without even that this summer." Harry asked timidly interrupting his uncles gloating.
Vernon's face turned purple and then red, until finally his large meaty fist shot up and slammed into the side of Harry's face. Harry crumbled to the floor with a whimper. The whale of a man took a menacing step toward the smaller beaten boy. The Gryffindor scampered away into a nearby corner fearfully.
"You should have thought about that before you went and got your parents blown up." Vernon said with a cruel tone in his voice.
"You know freak, my friends haven't been over because Perkins told them about the trip to the zoo four years ago. Because of you I have no friends!" Dudley said while getting up and kicking Harry in the stomach. Harry groaned with the impact and curled up into the fetal position. The hits from his over stuffed cousin kept coming until Vernon's foot actually
"Oh, Duddikins looks like he's tired. Go into the kitchen and get one of those horrible brownies for a snack and then head on up to bed." the long necked woman said with a little baby voice that was only used for he "Duddikins". The before mentioned boy flounced out of the room in a hurry at the thought of more food.
"Well Petunia I am pretty tired too I am going to be going up stairs, so I can get up early tomorrow." Vernon left out of the room leaving an injured Harry, a fuming Snape, and a satisfied Petunia.
After a few moments she also soon got up and walked over to Harry. With a shove of her foot she pushed the semi-conscious boy over onto his back. Sparkling pained filled green eyes looked up at the sneering face of their aunt. "I will leave the list of what I need for you to do on the table. I need all of it to be done before I leave at 2:00 to catch my plane." with that the spiteful woman followed her husband to bed.
Taking out his wand Severus cast a sleeping charm that went through out the house working on it's occupants besides the two wizards. He picked up the boy and walked through the hall toward the kitchen. Emerald eyes stared at the professor. Harry had never known the potions master to do a kind thing directed at him in all his four years at Hogwarts. The feel of the mans strong arms was intoxicating, and Harry could feel himself melting into that protective embrace and drift off to sleep.
The older man noticed the younger males eyes on him, as if noticing him for the first time. When he finally looked down at Harry he noticed that the younger wizard had a content look upon his face. Severus also didn't miss how Harry melted into his arms as if feeling it was safe to be in his arms.
When the two finally made it up the steps and into the guest bedroom, Harry was still asleep. So Severus, without waking him up, laid Harry down on the bed. Since when Snape got there the room was atrocious, he decided to do some redecorating the wizarding way. The end product was a lavish room of green and scarlet tapestries. A king sized four poster bed, a small writing desk and dresser made of mahogany just like the bed. The covers on the bed were evergreen, and crimson satin sheets with throw pillows of the same fabric with velvet trimmings, and there was a door that leads from the room and into a private bathroom. There was no way that Snape was to be sharing a washing facility with those two over grown mammals and that giraffe look alike of a woman.
Severus turned from the bed running a hand through his now unruly hair. 'He is going to be needing some night clothes. I know that I have none in his size, maybe I can find some in his room.'. Before heading back out of the room in search of some sleeping garments, Severus looked back at the angelic sleeping boy and closed the door behind him.
The door that lead to Harry's room was closed so that when Severus opened the door he gasped. In that small room was a bed minus sheets, a closet and a bare desk that looked quite old. The one thing that made Severus' blood boil was the amount of broken toys inhibiting the corner by the barred window. This made Severus remember one time earlier in Harry's third year when he over heard the Weasley twins ask Harry in the Library about why he lived in Dudley's second bedroom. Even though the potion's master never did hear the boys reply for his friends Granger and the other Weasley boy Ron showed up and whisked him away. "I wonder why I was so hooked on the fact that the boy needed to be leveled once in a while because of his fame, that I never noticed that he was over leveled by those idiotic muggle relatives of his. I was utterly cruel to the boy when what he really needed was someone who had been through the same things as him, to talk to. Maybe someone like me. Oh fuck me!" Severus exclaimed in agitation with himself while reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Don't beat your self up over this. You had my best interest at heart." A pained filled voice whispered from behind the self angered wizard. Severus turned abruptly away the mounds of toys and toward the shy voice. There stood Harry holding a place on his stomach where a broken rib jutted out.
"I know that you think that what you did for the last four years were wrong, but without you always being there, making me challenge myself, I wouldn't have made it this far. Your so called cruel ways of teaching have helped me to also keep my mouth closed when I know that smart mouthing would only lead to dire consequences. That type of training comes in handy when dealing with the Dursley's." Harry finished with a lighter note.
"I didn't know you felt that way."Severus said with wide eyes. Severus started to think that maybe there was a chance in hell that he and the glorious boy in front of him could have some sort of relationship after all of this.
Severus stood in the middle of the room day dreaming about him and Harry until a hacking cough interrupted his thoughts.
"I usually keep my night clothes in my closet, but I never got a chance to put everything away out of my trunk. I had to make dinner."
"Oh yeah, about that, the dinner was delicious. Your aunt doesn't know perfection when she tastes it like ambrosia from the tree of youth." Severus purred.
Harry just blushed from the sweet words flowing like sweet wine from the older man's mouth. "Your words sound like poetry." Harry whispered innocently.
"And so is your culinary skill's mister Potter. Lets go to my room so that I can fix a few of your broken bones." Severus said in a low grief burdened voice.
"That's alright I can deal with the pain, but I don't know about the dreams." Harry said smiling waterly. The horrors of last year was still assaulting the small boy, and Severus understood perfectly, but didn't pity the boy. Without looking at his professor Harry walked over to the other side of the room to retrieve his pajamas.
"Is there any way that I can help?" Severus asked timidly, "Maybe, a dreamless sleep potion?"
Harry knew that the older man was only trying to help, but his drowsiness was starting to make Harry's shields collapse, and the man before him was finding out things that he didn't want him to know. Not now, not ever. Clutching his pajamas Harry turned back to his teacher still not making eye contact.
"It wouldn't help because the dreams are more like visions. I can see when Voldemort attacks his victims and how he tortures them. It's keeps me up most of the time." Harry summoned all of his courage and took a large that would lead to the deeper part of his and Severus' relationship. "I would appretiate it if you held me until I fell sleep. Haven't had a decent nights rest in weeks."
The potion's master just gawked at the boy and nodded his head dumbly. Snapping back to reality
The made their way to Severus' bedroom down the hall, both deep in thought. The younger male thinking of whats to come when he returns to Hogwarts. He could sure handel Madame Pomfrey mother hen ways. The pity s what he couldn't take. Everyone cooing over him and treating him like some rare piece of glass. Never letting him be free to get smudged, scratched, touched, or broken. Well...the Dursley's take care of the breaking all fine by them selves.
Severus was thinking along the same lines of Harry. He was wondering how he was suppose to explain to the Headmaster the abuse that the Dursley's are putting Harry through, or the fueled desiree that seems to be growing with each waking moment.
Sending Harry to the bathroom Severus laid down with a sigh of relaxation. Severus noticed Harry giving a small yawn once he came into the room. "Come on and lay down so that I can heal you." Severus said from his position on the bed.
Harry blushed but still made his way over to the bed. Taking his hand Harry laid with his back to Severus' chest. Settling into a comfortable position, Harry began to drift off into a dream full of him and the object of his affection.
Severus looked down at the boy who had a content smile on his face. Severus yawned. "I'm even more tired than I thought." Running a hand through Harry's unruly hair, and placing the other on the smaller boys back, Severus began to drift off to sleep.
When the land of sleep had finally taken over both of the rooms occupants, a teal light began to seep from the places where Harry and Severus were touching. Soon after coming the light began to fade, leaving the two in undisturbed sleep.
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Chapter 3
OH! I Thought You Had No Friends Because You Ate Them!
or
Ooh La La! Take It Off Baby Take It Off!
**Privet Drive: Still later that night**
"Now boy, don't make me come up there!" yelled Vernon.
As Harry ran down the stairs toward the dining room, he could have sworn that he felt someone on the steps with him. With the thought of an angry Vernon waiting for him in the other room, Harry didn't let the thought stray. When he finally got downstairs to walk through the kitchen to the diningroom, he saw his aunt Petunia helping Dudley with holiday homework.
The older woman noticed Harry by the door and walked over to him with a evil look on her face."Do the dishes. I don't even know why you went upstairs in the first place." sneered an annoyed Petunia as she slapped Harry in the face and sent him wheeling to the floor.
Severus, who was behind Harry through the whole trip to the kitchen, was taken back. If the older wizard was visible there would have been shock written across his face. Dudley snickered at the smacked boy and turned back to his work. While Harry was putting his face back together, his uncle walked in.
At this moment Severus decided that if anything got out of hand that he would step in to prevent any harm from coming Harry's way.
"Oh, there you are boy, took you long enough to get your spoiled behind down here. Here is the house chores that need to be done by 8:00 tomorrow. Now go wash the dishes like your aunt told you!"
"Wait, I need to know where I will fit what I need for him to do for tomorrow before I go on my trip with the bridge club dear."
This is how Harry read out the list:
1. Cook breakfast don't you dare sneak and eat up any of our food)
2. Clean the diningroom
3. Clean kitchen after we are done eating
4. Sand down porch
5. Repaint porch
6. Go to Harold's Hardware Shop for canary yellow paint
7. Cut grass (you did a very bad job before you left for school)
8. Tend to garden (don't let the neighbors see you, and don't do any of your freakish magic out in the open)
9. Wash the driveway
10. Wash the garage door
11. Clean out the garage
12. Clear out the backyard
13. Fix and fill up the pool for later use (the heater is broken)
P.S.
You will not be eating for the next two weeks due to the fact that you did a lousy job cooking the meal and because you helped a wizard serial killer come back to life by giving him your blood and getting that Diggory boy killed in the process.
Harry read the last line of the list with a grief ridden voice and a sob stuck in his throat. "All of that better be done by the time me and Dudley get home from the Shillingsville Drill Department," Vernon said with glee, "if every last chore isn't done I'll add another week to your food deprivation punishment-"
"All that you have fed me since I was born was stale bread and water. How do you expect me to live without even that this summer." Harry asked timidly interrupting his uncles gloating.
Vernon's face turned purple and then red, until finally his large meaty fist shot up and slammed into the side of Harry's face. Harry crumbled to the floor with a whimper. The whale of a man took a menacing step toward the smaller beaten boy. The Gryffindor scampered away into a nearby corner fearfully.
"You should have thought about that before you went and got your parents blown up." Vernon said with a cruel tone in his voice.
"You know freak, my friends haven't been over because Perkins told them about the trip to the zoo four years ago. Because of you I have no friends!" Dudley said while getting up and kicking Harry in the stomach. Harry groaned with the impact and curled up into the fetal position. The hits from his over stuffed cousin kept coming until Vernon's foot actually
"Oh, Duddikins looks like he's tired. Go into the kitchen and get one of those horrible brownies for a snack and then head on up to bed." the long necked woman said with a little baby voice that was only used for he "Duddikins". The before mentioned boy flounced out of the room in a hurry at the thought of more food.
"Well Petunia I am pretty tired too I am going to be going up stairs, so I can get up early tomorrow." Vernon left out of the room leaving an injured Harry, a fuming Snape, and a satisfied Petunia.
After a few moments she also soon got up and walked over to Harry. With a shove of her foot she pushed the semi-conscious boy over onto his back. Sparkling pained filled green eyes looked up at the sneering face of their aunt. "I will leave the list of what I need for you to do on the table. I need all of it to be done before I leave at 2:00 to catch my plane." with that the spiteful woman followed her husband to bed.
Taking out his wand Severus cast a sleeping charm that went through out the house working on it's occupants besides the two wizards. He picked up the boy and walked through the hall toward the kitchen. Emerald eyes stared at the professor. Harry had never known the potions master to do a kind thing directed at him in all his four years at Hogwarts. The feel of the mans strong arms was intoxicating, and Harry could feel himself melting into that protective embrace and drift off to sleep.
The older man noticed the younger males eyes on him, as if noticing him for the first time. When he finally looked down at Harry he noticed that the younger wizard had a content look upon his face. Severus also didn't miss how Harry melted into his arms as if feeling it was safe to be in his arms.
When the two finally made it up the steps and into the guest bedroom, Harry was still asleep. So Severus, without waking him up, laid Harry down on the bed. Since when Snape got there the room was atrocious, he decided to do some redecorating the wizarding way. The end product was a lavish room of green and scarlet tapestries. A king sized four poster bed, a small writing desk and dresser made of mahogany just like the bed. The covers on the bed were evergreen, and crimson satin sheets with throw pillows of the same fabric with velvet trimmings, and there was a door that leads from the room and into a private bathroom. There was no way that Snape was to be sharing a washing facility with those two over grown mammals and that giraffe look alike of a woman.
Severus turned from the bed running a hand through his now unruly hair. 'He is going to be needing some night clothes. I know that I have none in his size, maybe I can find some in his room.'. Before heading back out of the room in search of some sleeping garments, Severus looked back at the angelic sleeping boy and closed the door behind him.
The door that lead to Harry's room was closed so that when Severus opened the door he gasped. In that small room was a bed minus sheets, a closet and a bare desk that looked quite old. The one thing that made Severus' blood boil was the amount of broken toys inhibiting the corner by the barred window. This made Severus remember one time earlier in Harry's third year when he over heard the Weasley twins ask Harry in the Library about why he lived in Dudley's second bedroom. Even though the potion's master never did hear the boys reply for his friends Granger and the other Weasley boy Ron showed up and whisked him away. "I wonder why I was so hooked on the fact that the boy needed to be leveled once in a while because of his fame, that I never noticed that he was over leveled by those idiotic muggle relatives of his. I was utterly cruel to the boy when what he really needed was someone who had been through the same things as him, to talk to. Maybe someone like me. Oh fuck me!" Severus exclaimed in agitation with himself while reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Don't beat your self up over this. You had my best interest at heart." A pained filled voice whispered from behind the self angered wizard. Severus turned abruptly away the mounds of toys and toward the shy voice. There stood Harry holding a place on his stomach where a broken rib jutted out.
"I know that you think that what you did for the last four years were wrong, but without you always being there, making me challenge myself, I wouldn't have made it this far. Your so called cruel ways of teaching have helped me to also keep my mouth closed when I know that smart mouthing would only lead to dire consequences. That type of training comes in handy when dealing with the Dursley's." Harry finished with a lighter note.
"I didn't know you felt that way."Severus said with wide eyes. Severus started to think that maybe there was a chance in hell that he and the glorious boy in front of him could have some sort of relationship after all of this.
Severus stood in the middle of the room day dreaming about him and Harry until a hacking cough interrupted his thoughts.
"I usually keep my night clothes in my closet, but I never got a chance to put everything away out of my trunk. I had to make dinner."
"Oh yeah, about that, the dinner was delicious. Your aunt doesn't know perfection when she tastes it like ambrosia from the tree of youth." Severus purred.
Harry just blushed from the sweet words flowing like sweet wine from the older man's mouth. "Your words sound like poetry." Harry whispered innocently.
"And so is your culinary skill's mister Potter. Lets go to my room so that I can fix a few of your broken bones." Severus said in a low grief burdened voice.
"That's alright I can deal with the pain, but I don't know about the dreams." Harry said smiling waterly. The horrors of last year was still assaulting the small boy, and Severus understood perfectly, but didn't pity the boy. Without looking at his professor Harry walked over to the other side of the room to retrieve his pajamas.
"Is there any way that I can help?" Severus asked timidly, "Maybe, a dreamless sleep potion?"
Harry knew that the older man was only trying to help, but his drowsiness was starting to make Harry's shields collapse, and the man before him was finding out things that he didn't want him to know. Not now, not ever. Clutching his pajamas Harry turned back to his teacher still not making eye contact.
"It wouldn't help because the dreams are more like visions. I can see when Voldemort attacks his victims and how he tortures them. It's keeps me up most of the time." Harry summoned all of his courage and took a large that would lead to the deeper part of his and Severus' relationship. "I would appretiate it if you held me until I fell sleep. Haven't had a decent nights rest in weeks."
The potion's master just gawked at the boy and nodded his head dumbly. Snapping back to reality
The made their way to Severus' bedroom down the hall, both deep in thought. The younger male thinking of whats to come when he returns to Hogwarts. He could sure handel Madame Pomfrey mother hen ways. The pity s what he couldn't take. Everyone cooing over him and treating him like some rare piece of glass. Never letting him be free to get smudged, scratched, touched, or broken. Well...the Dursley's take care of the breaking all fine by them selves.
Severus was thinking along the same lines of Harry. He was wondering how he was suppose to explain to the Headmaster the abuse that the Dursley's are putting Harry through, or the fueled desiree that seems to be growing with each waking moment.
Sending Harry to the bathroom Severus laid down with a sigh of relaxation. Severus noticed Harry giving a small yawn once he came into the room. "Come on and lay down so that I can heal you." Severus said from his position on the bed.
Harry blushed but still made his way over to the bed. Taking his hand Harry laid with his back to Severus' chest. Settling into a comfortable position, Harry began to drift off into a dream full of him and the object of his affection.
Severus looked down at the boy who had a content smile on his face. Severus yawned. "I'm even more tired than I thought." Running a hand through Harry's unruly hair, and placing the other on the smaller boys back, Severus began to drift off to sleep.
When the land of sleep had finally taken over both of the rooms occupants, a teal light began to seep from the places where Harry and Severus were touching. Soon after coming the light began to fade, leaving the two in undisturbed sleep.
