Harry Potter and the Kedavra Bond
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The barman had frozen in the act of wiping out a glass with a rag so filthy it looked as though it had never been washed. Possibly he had never seen his pub so full.
"Hi," said Fred, reached the bar first and counting his companions quickly. "Could we have... twenty-five butterbeers, please?"
The barman glared at him for a moment, then, throwing down his rag irritably as though he had been interrupted in something very important, he started passing up dusty butterbeers from under the bar.
"Cheers," said Fred, handing them out. "Cough up, everyone, I haven't got enough gold for all of these...."
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, pg. 338, by: JK Rowling
Harry Potter and the Kedavra Bond
Chapter 7
Harry had spent much of that day napping on the warm couch in the library. Some time while he was there, Lupin had come in and removed the goo from his now extremely hot hands, and set a blanket on him. Professor Snape had even popped in a few times, though he didn't really seem to be in that good a mood. And the only times that he did visit Harry, was to shove more disgusting potions down his throat.
It seemed that while Harry had been living at Privet Drive, a new addition had been added to Grimmauld Place. A house elf from Hogwarts had taken Kreacher's place. Her name, as he had learned not even three hours ago, was Lola. Harry had gotten quite a shock seeing Lola sponging his forehead when he had awoken from a short nap after Snape had left. Harry had to tell the distraught elf at least thirty six times to stop apologizing before the little elf (wearing appeared to be a spring pink jumper and tea cozy) finally left, promising that she would, "I'll be a good house elf, sir! Lola will make Master Potter happy!" Lola had wiggled her nose and disappeared, leaving Harry clutching onto thin air where Lola's tiny wrist had been.
Harry was currently making his way down to the dinning room for dinner. He had been driven from the cozy library, where a fire was even now, burning Keacher's deceased head, and warming the entire room, by the hunger pains in his stomach. He felt the need to eat something, maybe even a burger and fries... something other than soup broth, which had been his snack a few hours ago.
The dining room door was ajar when he approached and a golden light was spilling out on to the floor. Harry stepped inside and sat down at the head of the table. Lupin was already there, cutting into a juicy, tenderloin steak. He looked up briefly and smiled.
"Just call for Lola, Harry. She'll get you what you want." Remus went back to his steak.
Harry crinkled his brow and spoke up uncertainly. "Er... Lola?" he asked to the thin air in front of him, feeling incredibly stupid.
Snape walked in the door just as Lola appeared beside Harry's chair, her ears flapping a bit as she bounced on the tips of her toes. Snape sat down on the opposite side of the table from Lupin and waited impatiently for Harry to order.
"What can Lola get, Master Harry, sir?" Lola asked him, amber eyes shining at him.
"I'll have a bur — " Snape cut him off.
"Mr. Potter will have a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a plate of mashed potatoes." Snape told Lola in his usual sneer. "I will have spaghetti with meatballs. No Parmesan."
The elf gave a little curtsey and wiggled her nose. She disappeared. Harry however, didn't even pay attention to the elf's disappearance, and instead glared at Snape.
"Why did you do that!?" Harry hissed at him. "Am I not aloud to eat, now?"
Snape narrowed his eyes at Harry and spoke back to him with clipped tones. "I know for a fact, Mister Potter, that you were not going to order anything healthy tonight. And your system needs soft foods, not artery clogging rubbish!"
Seething, Harry spun his head around to look at Lupin, who looked as though he were trying very hard not to look amused. "Severus is right, Harry. You really don't need that much junk food right now."
Harry tried very hard not to look annoyed as the food suddenly appeared out of thin air on to the table. Harry watched with a sour expression, as Snape picked up his fork and began to twirl the pasta strands, eventually putting it in his mouth. Harry turned back around and lifted up his spoon. The soup was directly in front of him, and steaming gently. It actually did smell inviting, but he wasn't about to let Snape or Lupin know that, being the gits that they were being.
Dinner went smoothly, Harry had managed to eat all of his dinner... mash potatoes and all. Both of the aged professors finished before he did, and instead of leaving they both made small talk with one another.
"What you've got understand, Severus, is that Albus only wants to improve the security. He doesn't mean to move your place." Lupin told Snape, mildly, clasping his hands on the table.
Snape raised one thin black eyebrow. "Security? That castle has never been a 'safe' place, Remus. Had that crumbling pile of rubble actually been secure as you claim it is, a baskillus (AN: I can't remember how to spell this, sorry!) wouldn't have petrified a student, the Dark Lord would not be running about, and Black would be a soulless shell!"
Harry's spoon fell from his now numb fingers to the soup ball with a clatter. Both Lupin and Snape spun around, just in time to see Harry stand up abruptly, knocking the chair to the floor. Harry's heart seemed to have just speeded up to three thousand beats per minute, his mouth hung agape in disbelief.
Sirius...
"Potter...?" Snape asked slowly, fixing Harry with a questioning gaze. He didn't even know what was wrong!
Harry backed up against the wall. What was wrong with him? He shouldn't be acting like this! Harry finally choked out one word, "Sirius..."
Both adults slowly stood up.
"Harry, Professor Snape didn't mean what he just said. He only made a mistake," Lupin started, making his was over to Harry, hesitantly.
"Sirius!"
Harry bolted from the room so fast that he was nothing more than a blur against the dark wall paper. He ran up the stairs to his room, not noticing both of his 'guardians' speeding up to meet him. His heart was beating so fast. Harry slammed the door to his chamber and fell down onto his bed. Both wizards were banging on the door.
"Harry! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Lupin's muffled voice sounded out before it was replaced.
"Potter! You foolish child, open this door right this instant! Don't make me come in there." Snape called, anger evident in his voice.
Harry turned over and stared at the door, and a tear slipping down his cheek plopped on bed spread. Why weren't they coming in? The door was open.
"POTTER!!!" Snape roared, "I'm coming in!"
"Severus! No!" Lupin told him. "You have to be patient, don't d — "
The door to the bedroom banged open and Snape swept in, looking every inch of the overgrown bat that he was. The Potions master came over and sat down on the four poster beside Harry, and lifted him up into a sitting position. Harry let his body go slack, just to give Snape trouble in dealing with him. Snape huffed impatiently and held Harry up tight against his chest. Snape dug into one of his pockets and removed a vile of milky white liquid, and poured it down Harry's throat. He choked briefly before the glass container was removed and the potion slid down his throat. Snape raised an eyebrow at him. Harry looked away as Snape pulled the covers around his charge.
Snape left the room.
Lupin hurried over and sat down beside Harry. Harry didn't really even know that he was there until Lupin started talking to him. He actually felt rather calm, he couldn't muster the strength to be angry.
"What was that?" Harry asked, trying to stifle a yawn, without much success.
"A new invention." Lupin told him, smoothing the covers. "Mixture of a calming draught and sleeping potion. It's called a Relaxation Draught. Sleep."
Harry gave a shrug, and felt the glasses being tugged off his nose. He actually did feel kind of tired, now that Lupin mentioned it.
"Harry, are you still awake? When you wake up, we're all going to the Ministry."
Harry tried to answer his teacher, but as soon as he tried his eyes fluttered shut on their own, he had one conscious thought before he blacked out.
We're?
Harry woke up to a light shaking. Lupin was leaning over him with a saddened expression on his face.
"Come on, Harry." Lupin told him, pulling back the covers. "Time to go."
Oh yeah... Harry thought, as he remembered what he had been told the previous day, the will reading...
He was forced into a pair of faded jeans and black jumper. Lupin tugged him down the stairs and into the parlour, where Snape was waiting for them. Snape took one look at Harry's appearance and snapped his fingers. A dark emerald cloak appeared in Snape's hand. He walked briskly up to Harry and clasped the cloak around his shoulders. It was a lot heavier and warmer than Snape's and Lupin's were.
Snape bent down and lifted Harry's chin up to meet his gaze. Snape's black eyes, so much like tunnels were searching Harry's. He put one long, pale finger on Harry's scar. Harry felt a kind of zing go through it.
What was that?
All three wizards stepped into the emerald flames that were already burning in the over large fire place.
"Ministry foyer." Lupin called.
There was the sudden sensation of twirling and Harry felt himself becoming very dizzy. And then finally it stopped. Harry, by instinct put his hands out in front of him, waiting to fall down on to the ground. Two pairs of hands stopped him. Both Lupin and Snape pulled Harry upright.
"Come on... this way." Lupin told them, pointing down a large marble hallway.
There was hardly anyone around, Harry noticed, as they walked the large building. Snape had a hand on Harry's should the entire time, and Lupin had an arm around Harry's middle area. As the adults led Harry down the hall, he noticed something very interesting.
One of the doors on the right side read, Holding Center, in sparkling red colors. Through one of the many windows, Harry could make out the form of Bellatrix Lestrange, leaning against a wall. Harry's heart beat speed up, and then lowered slowly. He would wait till after the will to see the murderer.
They finally came to their destination. A golden door at the end of the hall shone brightly against the bland white marble. All three wizards went inside, and sat down at a large stone table. Already there, Dumbledore and Tonks were sitting down, solemn expressions on their faces. Harry watched in apprehension as a goblin came out and unrolled a parchment.
"We are gathered here today," the goblin started, in his scratchy voice. "To read the unofficial will of one, Sirius Orion Black. The document states thus..."
The wheat parchment spread itself and began to read itself aloud. Harry sat back in shock as he heard Sirius's familiar voice fill the chamber.
"If this document is being read, it means that I have finally met my end... I can't go out however with out a few choice selections being distributed. To the Order of the Phoenix, I give Grimmauld Place. To my cousin, Severus Snape, I give my mother's pensive... I know that we didn't get on very well, but I want you to know that I didn't really mean anything I said. I'm sorry, Sev."
Harry turned to look at Snape. His expression was stony.
"To one of my best friends, Remus Lupin, I give guardianship of my godson, Harry Potter. I know that Harry would love to be your godson, even though he can be as stubborn as a mule..."
Lupin gave a tired smile and looked down at Harry. Harry starred blankly at the parchment.
"To Harry Potter, I give my flat in London, which is where I used to stay as a teenager, and the rest of my possessions. He may distribute them as he wishes. I love you, Harry. Don't ever forget that."
Harry buried his head in his hands and listened on, even though inside, his heart was breaking.
"To Nymphadora Tonks, sorry Tonks, but I have to be formal here... I give you the permission to marry Remus."
Tonks's jaw dropped. And Remus blushed heavily.
"Don't play dumb! I know for a fact that you guys have been snogging each other for years!!! Good luck to you! You have my blessing."
Harry watched, feeling strangely empty as the parchment dropped back into the goblin's hand.
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Hello there! I hope that this makes up for the entire week! School wasn't as bad as usual, but still a damper on my parade. Beyond the Times will be out soon!
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Alanpatty07: Poor Harry... yes, he does suffer a lot doesn't he? Beyond the Times will be out soon, I promise! Yeah... Slash fictions aren't my thing. They kind of gross me out. Glad that you don't mind! Yeah, I had to add the feet thing. It was just too funny when it came to me! Butterbeer and sugar quills to you! Thank you for the review! Enjoy! Ciao, Serry.
Larna Mandrea: Hi there! Hopefully you have more of a hint towards the double meaning now! Fizzing Whizbees are awesome, aren't they -levitating to the ceiling and bump head- ouch! School was okay... English has got to be the favourite, though. My teacher is a biker chick!!! Sweet. Burning elf flesh? Hmm... I'd imagine it's kind of minty! -wink-! Firewhiskey and Fizzing Whizbees package with chocolate frogs to you! And the standard pack of sugar quills! Thanks for the review, enjoy!
written: Yes, Snape and Harry do get into those compromising situations, don't they? Thank you for the review, enjoy the chapter! Chocolate Frogs and Butterbeer to you!
SilverBelle: -Laugh!- Yes, the feet were the funny part in that chapter. I know that it's totally unbelievable, but I had to do it! It was just SO funny! I'm glad you think so too! I loved your new chapter that you posted on your story too! Harry and Snape talking about marriage! You had me laughing! Butterbeer and Fizzing Whizbees to you! And sugar quills of course. Thanks for the review! Enjoy!
Thank you to all of you that reviewed and read. Firewhiskey is still on order in the reviews!!! And now for the new sweet on order! Flying Fancies! Makes you fly ten feet off the ground for two hours! Comes in strawberry, butterbeer, cherry, and lemon flavours! On order now! Thank you! Cheers!
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