And It Hits The Fan
Kat Potter
Disclaimer : Does not belong to me. Not making any money.
Ok, I will answer reviews if I think that they have important questions that need to be answered. I don't like reading fics that spend half the chapter responding to the reviews and I won't do it to mine. So if you want an answer, ask me something important. Thus far I have only received one of those.
antipyro - Squeeee! Thank you soo much for that review, it means a lot to me. Now as for your questions (and boy were there a lot D): The name Erus will be explained all in due time. You'll just have to sit and wait evil grin. As for the Auror robes, that was one of the things that had me stuck for a while. I wasn't sure whether to add that part or not. In the end I decided to leave it, as you can see. Auror robes (in my head, at least) have lots of charms and things that repel at least minor curses, that's why Harry wanted them. Also, another reason I left it was to show that Harry can't get everything he wants even if he is Harry Potter. He may get them later in the story, he may not. We'll just have to see what the Green Fairy living in my head (read muse) says about it. Oh, and as for her eating habits, she really likes anything sweet and fajitas with lots of spicy salsa, but the healthiest thing for her is lots of yummy reviews. They're like vegetables for Green Fairy's.
Ahhh! Almost forgot, more info about the snake (omg I almost wrote snape! Haha!) soon. Probably the next chapter or the one after.
And the glamour. Harry put on his glamour in Chapter One before he left home. grin Go check it out.
Chapter Four – Sorrows of the Heart
Severus stared at the place where his mate had been a few moments before. To the people around him, he didn't look fazed at all. Well, apart from the fact that he was staring off into space. No, Severus Snape seemed just as unapproachable as usual. But Severus was a man that had perfected his mask many years ago and at that moment it was threatening to slip for the first time in years.
The look in his eyes! he thought. The utter loathing and hate in his eyes! Oh Gods, I can't take this! I need him, my mate, my perfect, little, adorable, brave, stupidly Gryffindor-ish, sexy, absolutely eatable Harry.
His jaw clenched and he took a few steps backwards before apparating away.
.:oOo:.
Severus appeared again just outside the gates of Hogwarts, and headed straight for his quarters. Thankfully meeting no one on his way, as soon as he was inside, he made his way towards his liquor cabinet. He poured himself a tumbler full of Old Ogden's Fire Whiskey, gulped it down and poured himself another. Then he walked over to his magically powered cd-player and put on his favorite song of all time, mostly because it described so perfectly how he felt. The absolute terror that Harry would never be his. As the first, almost haunting notes of the song began playing he threw himself into his favorite chair to brood.
Oh, My Love, My Darling,
I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time
Time goes by so slowly and Time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
As Severus sat there listening to the beautifully sad song, the tears began slowly pouring down his face. At first it was just one by one, but soon there was a steady flow down his face.
I need your love,
I need your love,
God speed your love, to me
Oh, how he needed his Harry with him. It was eating him up inside.
Lonely rivers sigh,
Wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home, wait for me!
After seeing the look on his Harry's face, he felt like giving up all hope. The song playing around him, straight to his soul hit the main part that made him feel even worse and yet somehow better, for it was such a beautiful song.
Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time,
Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love,
I need your love,
God speed your love, to me...
The man that most people didn't think had a heart buried his face in his hands and sobbed his heart out.
.:oOo:.
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk going through some papers when he heard a sound remarkably like the horrible sound Umbridge tended to make. He looked up and saw a stern, proper looking man staring down at him from one of the portraits on the wall.
"Ah, Xerxes, what brings you here? You do not often venture out of your own painting, after all," Dumbledore asked with the usual twinkle in his eye.
Xerxes answered him briskly, "Nothing good, I'm afraid. My descendant is down in his quarters, trying to drown himself in alcohol and listening to that horrid, sappy love song that he insists on listening to as often as possible."
Albus's face fell. "Oh, dear. I had best go down and check on him."
"I do suggest you do, before he completely dehydrates. Soon, there will be a lake in his quarters and I'd rather my portrait did not get wet." The man then strode out of the painting, most likely heading back to his own.
Albus Dumbledore sighed and hoisted himself up, heading for the dungeons.
.:oOo:.
When Dumbledore entered Severus's quarters, he was met by the sight of the vampire slumped in his chair, staring unseeingly at his fire, tear tracks glistening on his cheeks. Several almost empty bottles of whiskey sat on the table beside him.
"Alb'us," the vampire slurred at him. "What'r you doon here?"
Albus looked at him sorrowfully as he walked over to him. "My dear boy. What happened?"
Severus looked him blearily in the eye. "It's useless, Alb'us. He hates me. My life…" he drew in a shuddering breath, "…is over."
"Now, now, I'm sure it's not hopeless. You just have to talk to him as an equal, instead of snapping at him like you're used to do him. You snapped at him didn't you, Severus?"
Severus stared in the other direction and didn't answer.
"I thought as much. So he snapped back and your life is over…" Snape nodded. "Well, my boy, you can't expect him to fall for you if you treat him like that. You have to be nice. He is your mate after all."
Severus turned around and looked at Albus with a pleading look in his eye. "But it's so hard," he whined.
Albus sighed. "I think it's time for a sobering charm. Sobrius."
Severus leaned back with a horrified look on his face. "Did I just whine? Dear Merlin." He buried his face in his hands.
Albus chuckled. "Yes, you do tend to be a bit of a Drama Queen when your are intoxicated, Severus."
"Thank you, Albus," Severus muttered from behind his hands. "Now, if you would please leave me alone. To get over the… hurt, if you will." Severus looked up. "It gnaws at my heart and I would like to be able to get over it in private."
"Suit yourself, my boy. You know where to find me, if you ever need to talk."
"I'll remember that," Severus muttered as the headmaster walked out the door.
.:oOo:.
A few days after his foray into Diagon Alley, Harry felt much better in his hip and decided to owl Salvör. He sat down at his desk, grabbed a quill and parchment and began writing.
Dear Salvör,
It's me, Harry. Well, my hip is feeling a lot better and I was wondering if you would like to go clothes shopping with me. You said you could help me with my fashion disaster, so owl me when you're available.
Yours truly,
Harry Potter.
Harry read it over. Hmm… It's a little formal. Well, it'll have to do. It's not like we're age old friends anyways.
He walked over to Hedwig's cage tied the letter to her leg.
"Take this to Salvör Liung, Hedwig." She nipped him lightly on the ear, as if to say i All right, will do. /i
He thought to himself that it was a good thing that he was a wizard and healed fast. If he'd been a muggle then it would have taken forever to heal.
A couple of hours later, Hedwig returned with a letter tied to her leg. He removed it, handed her an owl treat and sat down to read it.
Hey Harry!
Oh, I'd love to go shopping with you! You know, every girl needs a gay friend to go shopping with! So, can you come tomorrow afternoon? We can meet at the Leaky Cauldron and head into London from there. Owl me your answer!
Your freaky friend,
Salvör
P.S. Do you mind if a friend of mine comes with? He was so jealous that I had met The Harry Potter. (He's really cute D You'll like him!)
As Harry read his letter, Smarg slid from his enormous cage in the corner, which had the door open, and looked over Harry's shoulder.
"Erus, what are you reading?"the snake asked, flicking out his tongue to taste the air.
"It's a letter from Salvör. You remember her?"
"Ah, yes. The strange girl. I like her, she is very nice but I would rather not be around all the awful instruments she had."
Harry laughed. "So, that's why you didn't come out? I wondered."
Smarg huffed, if snakes could do that. "Well, they're very scary. How was I to know that she wouldn't use them to make potions ingredients out of me?"
Harry giggled but then sobered. "Don't worry, Smarg. You're mine now and I won't let anyone hurt you."
Smarg flicked his tongue over Harry's face. "It is good that you are my Erus."
"So, do you wish to come with us tomorrow? We are going to buy clothes for me."
"That would be nice. I can protect you that way."
Harry stared at his snake. "I don't need protection." but the snake didn't answer.
.:oO:.
Harry apparated to the Leaky Cauldron the next afternoon and strode over to the corner where he saw Salvör sitting, obviously waiting.
"Hi, Harry!" she greeted him. Today she was wearing a black and white dress that looked like it belonged on a doll from the nineteenth century. The dress itself was all black and went down to just above her knees. The shirt, which was underneath the dress was white and went to about ¾ down her upper arm. Both the dress and shirt were very frilly and covered in lace. She was once again wearing thick-bottomed mary janes and her socks, which were white, looked much too big. On her head was a tiny, light-pink hat that was attached with a ribbon, which looked as if it fit a doll. She also had a furry, light-pink bag that had a black bow on the front. All in all, she looked very unusual.
"Erm, hi, Salvör. Nice outfit," he stammered out, while trying not to stare to obviously.
She grinned at him. "Don't you think? It's called Lolita, very popular in Japan. My Dad and me stayed there a few years ago and I got hooked on the fashion there, very interesting. Oh, by the way, my friend, Evan, is going to be a little late. You don't mind do you?"
"Oh, no, not at all," said Harry. At that moment Smarg decided to come out, sticking his head out from under Harry's collar.
"Oh, wow, Harry! That's a gorgeous snake," she cooed.
"Thanks, his name's Smarg."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot you're a parselmouth," she said with a look that said Man! Can I be stupid or what! Harry just grinned, happy that his new friend didn't mind.
"So, what kind of snake is he?"
Harry was glad now that he had bought the snake book in Knockturn Alley. "He's a Green Mamba, though of the magical type. Highly toxic," he grinned at her.
They talked some more while they waited for Salvör's friend to arrive. For a while Salvör had been rubbing her eye as if it was bothering her. All of a sudden she clutched at it.
"Damn it! My contact fell out! Can you help me find it, Harry? Can't see a thing without them," she said with one eye closed.
"Sure, no problem."
So for the next few minutes, Harry crawled around the floor looking for the contact lens. He finally found it, straightened up and handed the lens to Salvör.
"Here you go," said Harry and looked her in the eye. His blood ran cold as he saw a blood red eye staring back at him from where the contact had fallen out.
Tbc…
There finished chappie 4! Please don't kill me. It's short, I know, but I wanted to get it out before I left the country for a week and wouldn't be able to get anything done at all.
Also the song that Sev listens to is called Unchained Melody by Rightous Brothers. It was, among other things, used in a very romantic scene between Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze in the movie Ghos. Please listen to it as it is one of the best love songs ever.