A/N: I'm really, really not happy with FF.Net right now. Though I love this site because with out it no author could survive, I wish it wasn't down so often.
2A/N: You know, I discovered something. At one o'clock in the morning Peach Cobbler is brain food. Don't ask why, it just is. That and a nice big glass of milk. *sighs* Now I'm hungry again. One last thing, I think you'll like this chapter.
3A/N: You know, I noticed something else, if you watch Sev's mouth during the Quidditch Match after Harry catches the snitch, Severitus is right, it does turn up into a smile. If you don't believe me and you have the movie go watch it.
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter. The only things I own are Harry's, Sev's, Albus' animagi forms as well as their staffs. I do own the Winter twins and their animagi forms. Uhhhh...and I own Ron and Hermione's suspicions which play a big part in this chapter.
Remember: Peace, Love and be a Marauder! I mean, why wouldn't you be? Unless you were going to hurt Sev, then we'd have a problem. Just be a trouble-maker, it's a lot of fun. Too bad none of us can turn our best friends into canarys. *wishes she had a canary cream*
Chapter 19- To Aide A Deception
I hate mornings, Harry decided as the bright, cheerful sunshine poured through the window. Grumbling under his breath, he turned over and buried his face in the soft, dark material beside him. He sighed in content at the pleasant warmth that radiated from it. Curiosity outweighing the want to sleep, he cracked open an eye. All he could see was black, making him wonder if he'd opened his eyes at all. Only when a breath tickled the hair on his forehead did he realize that he was beside someone not something. There were only two choices as to who it could be: Severus or Albus. It was then that he noticed another warm body pressing against his back. That meant they were both there; but which one was in front of him? There was something wrong with him, he knew that for certain now. If he'd been perfectly healthy he would have just sat up and found out who it was. His body, however, did not seemed inclined to obey him at the moment and all he could do was lay there. Well, maybe not all he could do. He might not have been able to sit up but his hands still worked. Armed with this knowledge, the wheels began to click happily in his mind. He had a plan. Dislodging one of his hands from beneath the thick covers, he pulled it up. Searching for the right spot, he poked experimentally. The black mass shifted. Bingo, he thought as he poked again. This action received an unintelligible sound from above and again the black creature moved. Fascinated not unlike a two year-old, Harry began to poke and prod at will. It wasn't long before the responses became slightly more intelligent.
"Harry what are you doing? Harry stop, Harry." Two hands grabbed his own, holding them still. He blinked up at the blurry image of the Potions Master, not understanding what he'd done wrong. Severus sighed and looked up at a slight chuckling sound.
"I'm glad you think it's funny Albus. How would you like to be woken from a sound sleep by someone poking you?" the man groused. Albus chuckled again.
"I seem to recall a certain Potions Master doing something similar not that long ago," he tapped his chin, casting a side-long glance at the other man. A blush graced Severus' face before he returned his gaze to Harry. He was disturbed by the boy's docile expression.
"Albus what's wrong with him?" The headmaster too stared at his adopted grandchild, worry creasing his wrinkled face.
"I'm not sure Severus, he's acting a little like you did after your last mission."
"He has magical shock?" The headmaster shrugged helplessly.
"I don't know," he said. Harry sat between them, staring with an innocently confused expression. Severus looked down at him again.
"Come on Harry," he said gently, lifting him into his lap. When he put his arms around the boy's thin form the confused expression changed to one of simple contentment.
"Where are the twins?" Severus asked as he ran a hand through the messy black hair.
"They were called away by the Aurors the other night, but I'm sure they're back by now," he held out his hand and the rich purple bell pull appeared in it. He gave it a brief tug and almost instantly Dobby appeared.
"Yes sirs, what can Dobby do for you sirs?" the energetic house-elf asked.
"Dobby do you know if either Dr. Winter has returned yet?" The house-elf bounced slightly as he nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes sir, both Miss Serenity and Miss Kitiara ordered breakfast this morning." Both men smiled in relief.
"Fetch them please, tell them it's urgent." Dobby's green, tennis ball eyes grew serious at this.
"Yes sir, Dobby will hurry." With a crack like a whip he was gone. Minutes later there was a knock on the door and the twins entered, both still in their night clothes and bathrobes.
"What's wrong Albus, Severus? Dobby said you wanted to see us and that it was urgent," Seri said, alarmed by the men's worried expressions.
"It's Harry, something's wrong with him," the Potions Master explained. The twins moved to the bed; Kit sitting at the foot, her potions bag at ready and Seri taking Albus' place beside Severus. She held out her arms and he handed Harry over, albeit reluctantly. She scanned, frowning in concentration. Her hands moved swiftly over Harry's body, searching every vital organ for any sign of illness. After she finished she sat back, idly stroking Harry's hair. A vague smile formed on his face and he leaned against her chest, his head resting on her shoulder.
"Well? What is it?" Severus demanded. Seri jumped and bumped Harry's head. He whimpered and pulled away from her, seeking the Potions Master once more. Severus automatically put an arm around him protectively. She smiled at them apologetically.
"I'm sorry Severus, I got lost in my thoughts. Before I make any judgements I want a second opinion; Kit." Her sister looked startled.
"But Seri, I'm not as good as you at that as you very well know," she argued. Seri nodded.
"And I'm not as good as you at potions but if we put our heads together, the two of us can do better than either one can alone," she insisted. Kit bit her lip and nodded, knowing this was true. She scooted next to her sibling and they joined hands. Their eyes slid out of focus as their hands traveled in synch over the boy's body once more. When they finished, Kit's frown matched Seri's.
"No wonder you were stumped," she said in understanding.
"What is it?" Severus demanded once more, impatience trickling into his tone. Seri scratched her ear thoughtfully.
"Well Sev, it's a slight case of magical shock alright but...." she trailed off.
"But what?" he asked suspiciously. She shrugged.
"It's like he has life shock too." He glared at her in annoyance.
"There's no such thing," he said. She threw up her hands helplessly.
"That's just my point," she cried in exasperation.
"What she means is, neither one of us has seen a case even remotely similar to this," Kit offered. Seri concurred.
"Exactly. What ever that spell does, it takes an awful lot out of him and I'm not just talking magic wise. In fact, there's very little magic involved out side of the phoenix's tears. It won't be this bad the next time, he might be out of it for a day or so but that will be all. Last night I got a hold of his notes about it. It's called the Ralelus spell and it's meant to remove any foreign evil in a person's body. There are different versions of it, depending on what you want to remove. Though, each and everyone requires that you pour your life into that person you're trying to cure."
"Each person," Kit picked up, " has a life force that drives them to live. That force can be strong or weak depending on age and health of the certain individual. At the moment Harry's life force levels are extremely low." Seri took over, "That's what's baffling us; they shouldn't be. The only reason those levels would drop would be that he were sick in some way. Aside from a mild case of magical shock, he's perfectly healthy," she concluded.
"Then why is he acting this way?" Albus asked from his place at the foot of the bed.
"We think that it's the combination of his low levels and the magical shock. Separately they wouldn't cause this but together," Seri shrugged, "they make him as docile as a lamb." For a while they sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
"Is there anything we can possibly do for him?" Albus finally asked, wondering if Harry was going to be stuck this way. In response, Kit began digging through her bag. After a brief search, she emerged with a bottled filled with a cream colored liquid in her hand.
"Give him a cup of this twice a day. It's my new energy potion," Severus made a disgusted face, "I've been trying to make different flavors because someone," she shot a look at the Potions Master, "kept complaining about their taste. This one's vanilla," she offered it to Albus who sat in on the night stand.
"He's also to stay in bed for at least a week, till school starts if necessary. I think he has the same tendency as you Sev. The second he feels better he's going to want up and you can't let him, neither of you," Seri added. Both men nodded and the twins rose to leave.
"We'll stop by later and check on him," Seri promised.
"Call either of us if his condition changes for the worst," Kit added. Again the two men nodded.
"Well," Albus said as the door closed, "why don't we order up some breakfast?" he suggested. Severus agreed and the headmaster summoned up Dobby and placed an order.
"I think I'll go take another shower," Severus announced. Albus smiled, knowing full and well about the man's love for hygiene.
"Alright. Here, give Harry to me." The Potions Master shifted him to the older man and stood, stretching the creaks out of his body. On his way to the bathroom he snagged a set of work clothes.
"Be back in a sec," He closed the door with a snap. While they waited for their meal, Albus rocked the placid boy, humming one of his favorite tunes. Harry seemed to enjoy himself and snuggled close to the man with the soft beard. The headmaster smiled lovingly at him. When the food arrived Harry seemed content to stay where he was so Albus simply placed the plate beside them. Spooning a spoonful of the warm oatmeal, he held it to Harry's mouth.
"Open up little one," Harry complied and the man fed him the bite.
"There you go, very good Harry. Now again." Bite by bite the breakfast was devoured until the boy became drowsy. Albus pushed the plate aside and shifted him to more comfortable position. He cradled the young one to his chest and began to sing softly, soothing the weary boy to sleep. He glanced up when someone chuckled.
"What's so funny?" he asked haughtily. Severus was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, a broad smile on his face.
"You. I've never seen you act like this, not even around me," he said. Albus pulled Harry closer.
"You've never been quite like this. Besides, I've never had any one to baby before and he's part of my family now, my grandson. I have the right," he claimed. Severus held up his hands in a sign of surrender, his smile widening.
"No need to defend yourself Albus, this isn't a courtroom. I was just making an observation," he pushed away from the door frame and took his place on the bed, "And a true one at that," he pointed out. The headmaster sighed.
"I love him Severus, just as I love you." Severus laid his head against the man's shoulder.
"I know Albus, I know."
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"Morning you two," Mrs. Weasley greeted cheerfully as Ron and Hermione stumbled down the stairs, looking for all the world as if they were still asleep.
"Morning Mrs. Weasley," Hermione returned, though not quite as cheerfully. Ron only grunted and yawned, plopping down hard in his seat. The second his plate was put in front of him he began wolfing down as though someone would take it away from him. Hermione frowned at him disapprovingly and began her meal at a more civilized pace.
"Have either of you dears heard from Harry lately?" the red-haired mother asked. Ron's fork stopped half-way to his mouth and Hermione choked on her orange juice.
"No, we haven't," Ron said, patting his friend lightly on her back.
"Why? Has something happened to him?" Hermione's voice was tight, fearing the worse. Mrs. Weasley shook her head and both breathed a sigh of relief. She eyed them both with curiosity.
"No, nothing. I was just going to suggest that you invite him to meet us in Diagon Alley on Sunday." They grinned.
"That's a great idea mum, thanks. We'll go do that right now, come on Hermione." They scampered up the stairs. The plump woman just shook her head again and turned her mind to the day's chores.
When they reached Ron's room, both immediately noted it's new occupant. It was Hedwig.
"Hey girl, have any letters for us?" Ron asked the snowy owl. Hedwig hooted in a negative fashion and held up her bare leg. Hermione sighed.
"I'm really starting to worry. Why hasn't Harry sent us anything?" she wondered. Ron's eyes swirled in understanding.
"Snape won't let him most likely," his tone darkened.
"Even if he isn't, he'll have to let Harry come or people might become suspicious," she surmised as Ron took out a quill and parchment.
"You're probably right. At least, I hope you are." Ron began the letter.
Dear Harry,
How've you been? We haven't heard from you lately, anything wrong? Everything's pretty normal around here now; Hermione's settled in, and Fred and George got let off punishment yesterday. Anyway, we're going to go to Diagon Alley on Sunday: Do you think you can come? If you can, meet us in front of Flourish&Blotts at one.
Harry if there's anything, anything at all you want to talk about Hermione and I are here.
Your Friends,
Ron & Hermione
"That looks good to me; let's send it with Hedwig," Hermione suggested. Ron rolled it up and beckoned the snowy creature over and bound it securely to her leg.
"Take this to Harry for us," he commanded. She hooted once and flew out the window.
"Do you think it's time we sent a letter to Remus?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Yes, I think it is." Soon Pig was out the window, weighted down with a letter much to heavy for him.
"I hope Harry's okay," Hermione whispered as the owl disappeared from sight. Ron laid a hand on her shoulder.
"So do I Hermione, so do I."
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By Tuesday, three days after the first morning, Harry was feeling much more like himself. Unfortunately, he was still confined to the bed. Though he still could not move his legs very well and was having to be carried to and from the bathroom, he was much more coherent. His thoughts tending to become fuzzy if he did too much and he was having to regulate himself. He hated having to be cared for like he was a baby and apologized the first chance he got. Severus and Albus had just laughed.
"Little one, it's okay, we don't mind taking care of you," Albus had said. Severus had nodded in agreement.
"You're our little one, and when you need to be taken care of, we'll do it." Though that didn't stop them from making him endure tales of the first two days, which he couldn't remember. He squirmed and tried desperately to hide his embarrassment as Severus repeated them to him.
"Enough! I get the point," he growled, turning away from the man as the embarrassment became too much to hide. Severus laughed lightly and hugged him from behind.
"Oh little one, it's okay. I'm only teasing." Harry's expression softened and he relaxed back into the embrace.
"Sorry I snapped at you, I guess I'm still on the mend," he admitted. Severus opened his mouth to answer when a sudden tapping noise caught their attention. There, on the windowsill, sat Hedwig. She tapped the glass again and gave them both a very impatient look. Harry raised his hand but Severus grabbed it, stopping him. He looked up at him questioningly.
"You're not supposed to use magic fireling, you know that. Allow me." With a wave of his hand, the window opened. Hedwig flew in and landed on the bed with a slight 'thump', extending her leg out to them expectantly. Harry quickly relieved her of the letter. She hooted gratefully and flew to perch on the headboard. Harry unrolled it and scanned it's contents, grinning when he finished.
"What is it?" his father asked curiously.
"Ron and Hermione have asked if I can meet them in Diagon Alley on Sunday. Can I go?" He looked pleadingly at the man. Severus' mouth turned down in a frown.
"That'll have to be the doctor's decision."
"What will have to be the doctor's decision?" Kit asked as she and her sister entered the room, both in interesting attire.
"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" Severus teased, raising an amazed eyebrow. The twins rolled their eyes. Seri's normal green robe was replaced by a cornflower blue dress robe. Underneath was a simple, long-sleeved white dress that was cut in a V at the top. Both robe and dress were outlined in silver. From her neck hung a crescent moon-shaped sapphire, the same light blue as here robe. Her hair, which normally hung free at her waist, was braided and fixed on her head like a crown. In the place of Kit's usual black robe was a midnight blue one, the exact shade of her eyes. Beneath that was a dress similar to her sister's in style; except it was black. From the a chain around her neck hung a crescent moon-shaped sapphire, dark blue like her robe. Her dark brown hair was still braided only now it was pulled up into a bun. The only real difference between the two necklaces besides the color, was that they faced opposite directions.
"We're going to Lila Brown's wedding," Seri explained, referring to a former fellow Gryffindor that had been in their year. She sat on the bed and held out her hands to Harry. He accepted them and she pulled him to her.
"Now," she said as she scanned, "what will have to be the doctor's decision?" Severus spoked up.
"Harry's friends want him to come to Diagon Alley and he wants to go."
"When?" Kit asked.
"Sunday," Harry answered promptly as Seri finished her scan and he sat up, "Please," he looked at her hopefully.
"Can I go?" Seri bite her lip and looked up at her sister.
"That'll be your first day out of bed, you may not feel like going," she warned. Harry shook his head vigorously.
"I will by then," he promised. Kit leaned forward and whispered briefly in Seri's ear. The woman nodded.
"Alright Harry, you can go but on two conditions," she said firmly as a wide grin spread across his face.
"One," she continued, "is that by Sunday we feel you're up to it and two is that Severus goes with you." Harry sobered and nodded solemnly.
"Would you be willing to go Sev?" he asked. Severus draped a long arm around his boy's shoulders.
"Of course I would." Kit clapped her hands together.
"Then it's settled and we have to leave or we're going to be late." Seri pulled out her watch.
"Whoah, you're right. Bye you guys." She leaned forward and kissed Severus' cheek and Harry's forehead.
"Come on," Kit ushered her sister out of the room. Severus reached up and cupped a hand around the area her lips had touched, a strange light in his eyes. Kit looked back to say good bye as well when she saw his expression. A broad smirk creased her face.
"Well, what have we got here?" she whispered to herself as she closed the door.
"Severus," Harry waved his hand in front of the other's dazed face.
"Severus!" His eyes snapped back into focus and he looked down at Harry.
"What?"
"I was just going to ask if you wanted some lunch." Severus blinked, still slightly dazed, and nodded.
Once the food arrived they talked of what they would get in Diagon Alley.
"We need to find you a focus stone," Severus said between bites. Harry nodded.
"While I stayed at the Leaky Cauldron in my third year I noticed a jewel shop: Artemis' Fine Crystals. I should be able to find a tiger's eye stone there."
"That'll be good, you've been with out one long enough. If you get to go in there and I don't, see if you can find a good opal, I need a new one," Severus said. Harry said he would and picked up his friends' letter.
"I wonder what they mean by this," he thought aloud as he re-read it, " 'Harry if there's anything, anything at all you want to talk about, Hermione and I are here.'," he quoted. Severus' brow furrowed in thought, and then he shrugged.
"They're probably just worried why you're at Hogwarts," he suggested. Harry conceded that the man had a point and went back to eating. He suddenly sat down his fork, realizing something. Severus caught his expression and stopped eating as well.
"Harry," he asked slowly, "what's the matter?" Harry pushed his plate aside and leaned forward, lacing his fingers together.
"A thought just occured to me: What in Merlin's name am I going to tell Ron and Hermione? They still think you're the evil git that teaches Potions and is out to destroy the Gryffindors, me in particular. When they see your drastic change in attitude they may try to have you committed," he pointed out. The Potions Master sat back and scatched his chin thoughtfully.
"No one knows about us correct?"
"Besides the obvious, technically no they don't," his son conceded.
"Then why should we tell them anything? Let them draw their own conclusions. We'll just play dumb and act normal around one another," the man explained. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Normal as in now or normal as in before?" he wanted to know.
"As in a mixture of both. I can't act as affectionate towards you as I do now or they will have me committed but I won't act like a total bastard." Harry grinned wickedly.
"You are a devious man, you do know that right?" he teased. Severus' lips curved to form their own wicked smile in response.
"Well are you sure you weren't supposed to be a Slytherin? Because the more time I spend around you fire child, the more I'm convinced that you should be," he teased back. Harry rolled his eyes.
"For the thousandth time I'm a Gryffindor!"
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"Oh, you two," Mrs. Weasley called as Ron and Hermione came in, "There's a letter for you," she nodded to the envelope on the table. Hermione snatched it up and tore it open.
Dear Ron and Hermione,
Thanks for asking and yes I can come! I'll meet you guys at Flourish&Blotts at one.
Harry
"He can come!" Hermione grinned from ear to ear. Ron grinned as well and Mrs. Weasley smiled.
"That's wonderful." Ron leaned in for a better look at the note.
"Hermione how could you read that, it's so messy. It looks like a four year old wrote it," he frowned, his eyes becoming serious. Hermione met his gaze with a serious look of her own.
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(In Spain)
"Hey Remus, I think that's for you," Sirius nodded at the twittering owl that was circling the room. The other man made several attempts to catch him, but was unsuccessful. Sirius chortled at the man's flustered expression.
"Having a little trouble there Moony?" he asked innocently. Remus huffed and drew out his wand.
"Shut up Padfoot or I might be tempted to do this to you." He aimed carefully and stopped the little feather ball with a freezing charm.
"Impressive," the ex-convict said. Remus gave him a sour look. After extracting the letter he un-froze the tiny owl.
"Sorry," he muttered and unrolled the parchment. As he scanned the contents his eyes widened to the size of saucers and his skin became deathly pale.
"What is it Moony, is something wrong?" the animagus asked, alarmed by his friends's behavior. Remus snapped out of his daze and tore his eyes from the letter.
"N-nothing Padfoot," he forced a smile and tucked the parchment safely inside his grey robes. Sirius watched him suspiciously but broke eye contact and let the tense moment pass. Remus breathed a sigh of relief and ducked into his room, emerging a few minutes later with his bags under his arms.
"Moony what are you doing? You don't have to be at Hogwarts until Monday. I thought you weren't leaving until tomorrow," he said. Remus pulled out his traveling cloak and shrugged it on.
"Change of plans. I forgot that I need to go to Diagon Alley and I have to be there by Sunday. I just need to pick up some supplies," he lied, hoping the other bought it. Sirius looked at him strangely again but nodded all the same.
"Have you got your new living arrangements set up?" Remus asked as he dug through his bags, checking to make sure he forgot nothing. Sirius laid the newspaper he'd been reading aside and nodded.
"Set up and ready to go. I'll be staying with one of Fletcher's bunch, he's expecting me any day now." Remus smiled in relief.
"That's good, I hope you don't mind going a little early," he looked at the other apologetically but Sirius waved his hand.
"No problem. I'll just go get my bag and we'll be ready to check out." Leaving the room momentarily, he returned a minute later and added his bag to Remus' pile. The other called up room service and had them take down the luggage, Remus and his 'dog' not far behind.
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To pass the remaining days until the trip to Diagon Alley, Harry returned to his studies. Although fencing and combat were out of the question, he was still able to do the rest. At the moment he, Severus, and Albus were mulling over the writings on the latter two's canes.
"Okay if we add the last line of mine to your's this is what you have Sev: Once it has begun the silver phoenix will protect with all his heart and soul the one he considers his own; the fire mage. The ice bird will help complete the Star of Hope by igniting the power within the two moonlight cats. In the time of his great peril, they will emerge in all their glory and protect him. The white phoenix is...' and that's it," Harry finished, setting the sheet aside. Severus stroked his chin thoughtfully and stared at his cane intensely.
"Like before it cuts off in mid-sentence?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. The teenager nodded.
"Yes, but this time we don't have to wait for the rest since Albus already has his cane. Here's the rest. 'The white phoenix is unique among the group. While the others control a definite element, he does not. Light is not technically an element though it does bring life and to this earth. Though the light itself can be made into a physical force, it does allow this phoenix a control over the earth around him. He will use anything at his disposal to protect his two little ones. The moon light cats are....'," he stopped and looked up at the other's expectant faces.
"That's it," he said again. Severus growled in frustration.
"Will this never end? Will we ever have the complete prophecy?" he wondered aloud.
"We will once we find the moonlight cats," Harry answered. Severus' head fell into his hands.
"They could be anywhere or anyone," he cried.
"We'll worry about them later, what's bothering me is the part about the ice bird's great peril. I don't want you in any more danger child," Albus laid a hand on the Potions Master's shoulder. Harry nodded in agreement and Severus grimaced.
"Don't worry you two, I promise to stay out of trouble." (A/N: Famous last words)
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The nervous woman walked up to the counter of the dingy shop.
"He-hello? Is any one here?" she called out. When she didn't receive an answer immediately she turned to leave when a voice rang out.
"Now what would the former nurse of Hogwarts want in here?" it asked, echoing through out the shop. Pomfrey shifted from foot to foot, uncertain from which direction the voice had come.
"I heard that you could help me," she answered tentatively. A low chuckling greeted this and Algie Stone stepped from the shadows of the depths of his shop.
"How can I help?" he asked curiously, his manner nothing like what it had been around Severus and Harry. It was much more...menacing. Pomfrey began to stutter.
"I heard that y-you deal with certain potions ingredients that I need."
"And I take it these ingredients are illegal," he raised an eyebrow, and sneered at her. She nodded, unfazed by his sneer.
"Highly illegal." Stone raised the other eyebrow.
"Very well, follow me." He took her hand and she shivered at the freezing touch. He led her through narrow rows filled with un-identifiable pickled creatures. Pomfrey recognized some but didn't think she wanted to know what the others were.
"Take your pick," he waved a hand among the shelves. She scurried away from him and retrieved the bottles she needed. The man smirked at her selection.
"Well, well, it seems you have a surprise for our dear Potions Master."
"How much do I owe you?" she hissed. His smirk widened and he told her. She quickly paid him and left the shop, his laughter following her out.
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"Well Doc? What's the prognosis?" Harry asked as the golden-haired healer finished her scan.
"Life force levels are still a bit low," Harry's face fell, "but not so much that I don't think you can go." The student's face changed instantly from one of depression to one of delight and he gave her a quick hug.
"Thank you."
"What that does mean however," she continued as he pulled away, "is that you are not to exert yourself. Take it easy and, if at all possible, I don't want you using magic. Is that understood?" she stared at him sternly. He gave her a mock salute.
"Yes sir, doctor sir."
"Then you have my consent to go." Harry's solemn expression again changed to one of happiness as he rolled out of bed and began digging through the chest of drawers for proper clothes to wear. He certainly wasn't going in his pajamas. Seri yawned and stood, leaving the boy to change.
She was rather tired at the moment; there had been another Death Eater raid the night before with heavy casualties on both sides. She and Kit had worked through the night and well into the next morning. In fact she'd only managed to snatch a few hours sleep before coming to see Harry. She groaned silently as she rolled her shoulders, desperately trying to loosen the muscles in her upper back. Hands fell on her shoulders and with them came heat which sunk into the sore area. She groaned, aloud this time, as the hands moved swiftly and expertly over her back. She wasn't sure who it was, but who ever it was had the gift, the healing gift. It couldn't have been Kit; she'd left her sister napping in their rooms. Nor could have been Albus; he was at the ministry straightening out some new crises and wasn't expected back till late this evening. Harry was busy changing and besides, she would have heard him. That left one person: Severus. She lifted her head, not even aware that she'd laid it down, and looked up at him gratefully.
"Thanks," she managed to croak out. A ghost of a smile formed on his lips.
"Just returning a favor. I seem to remember you doing something similar for me when I was stressed." She stretched up.
"I'm not stressed really, just tired," she amended before her eyes grew serious.
"Severus has any one in your family ever been a healer?" The man blinked at the sudden change in attitude; from friendly to business-like in the blink of an eye. He shook his head.
"My family had a tendency to destroy things, not put them back together. Why do you ask?" Her eyes narrowed at this bit of information.
"You have the gift." He blinked at her.
"Gift? As in the healing gift?" he asked incredulously. She nodded and leaned forward.
"I'd like to give you a test, would you be willing?" He nodded and she drew out a dagger from deep within the folds of her robe. Severus eyed it warily. The blade was not straight like a traditional dagger but wavy, not unlike a ripple in the water. It had an ornate handle with silver tigers twisting around it and a light blue sapphire embedded in the end. She held it eye level a moment, looked at him again, then with one quick motion slashed her arm open with it. Severus shouted, knocking the dagger from her hand and grabbing her arm. He placed his hand around the gash in a futile attempt to stop the profuse bleeding. A noise caught his attention and he looked up, straight into her eyes.
"Heal it Severus," she pleaded with both her voice and her eyes, "concentrate, I know you can." He looked down as the blood, red and slick, seeped through the gap between his fingers. He wasn't sure he had the gift even if she said he did, but he was going to try. Focusing on slowing his breathing, he conjured the picture up in his mind of how her arm had been before. Beneath his fingers he could feel the blood flow slow to a trickle and stop all together. Elated at his success, he poured more power into it. Slowly the skin began to knit together and seal over the wound. Finally he broke his concentration and looked down. Underneath his blood-stained hands was a white scar that shown out bright against the otherwise unmarred skin. He looked at her, relief plainly written on his face. She smiled at him proudly and gave him a one arm hug.
"Thank you Sev; this definitely proves my theory."
"Just promise me one thing," he said, his voice shaking slightly.
"What?"
"That you won't ever do that again," he finished. She laughed lightly and retrieved her dagger, tucking it safely back inside her robe.
"I don't know," she said thoughtfully as she stood by the door, "I still need to test Albus." He rose from his seat but she was out the door and down the stairs before he could take another step, her laughter tinkling like bells behind her. Severus shook his head in disbelief and headed back into the bedroom to see if Harry was ready. All the while he thought: I'll never understand women, especially her.
"What's wrong?" he asked in concern. Severus snapped back to reality.
"It's nothing," he waved away the boy's concern and gave him a once over. Harry was dressed in a long sleeved green shirt to hide his psuedo-Dark Mark. Didn't want everyone thinking he'd gone and joined the Death Eaters. To be absolutely safe they'd put a bandage around it, just in case. His black pair of jeans was a pair he'd received from the Weasleys that were just a bit tight but still fit perfectly, showing off his thinness as well as how tall he'd grown. Normally he kept his hair pulled back but today he let it fall free, obscuring most of his face. In place of his glasses were contacts the twins had been kind enough to get for him. He'd still wear his glasses, just not all the time. He wore black gloves, as did Severus, to hide his trinity mark. He didn't think he'd be able to to explain that in the short time he'd be with his friends. One would think that he was Severus' biological son instead of his adopted son, they resembled one another a great deal. But it didn't make a difference to Severus if Harry was his biological son or not, he was still his son. Harry turned slowly to allow the man a full view.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked expectantly, wondering if he'd chosen the right ensemble. Severus grinned.
"It's perfect, very Slytherin," Harry made a face, which served to make Severus' grin widen, "I guess we're ready. Let's go!" So out they went from the bedroom, down the stairs (though Severus insisted on carrying Harry down them) and through the great oak doors.
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"Where is he? He should have been here twenty minutes ago," Hermione said worriedly, glancing at her watch for the hundredth time. Ron shrugged, refusing to show his inner turmoil, and answered like he had each time before.
"I don't know but I'm sure he'll be here soon." This time was different; this time she didn't take this small comfort; this time she turned on him.
"But what if he doesn't come? What if the letter was a hoax? What if Snape is playing some kind of game?" she cried, approaching hysteria. Ron grabbed her shoulders and gave her a brief shake.
"Hermione calm down. We can't do anything until we know for sure that he's not coming," he said but Hermione was not paying attention. Instead her gaze was fixed over his shoulder, her expression a mixture of hope, sadness, and fear all at once. A second later he knew why.
"Harry!" she yelled. He whipped around. There, coming through the crowd, was Harry; with Snape right behind him.His face was nuetral but when he saw them it brightened and he picked up his pace. Snape scowled and lengthened his stride to compensate.
"Hi you guys," he greeted when he reached them. Hermione squealed happily and threw her arms around his middle, giving him a tight hug, that was soon joined by Ron. She squeezed so hard that Harry's eyes bugged out. Snape loomed over them menacingly.
"Potter," he said coldly, causing both the boy's friends to let go. Harry drew himself up and stared into the other's eyes.
"Sir." Ron and Hermione stared at them curiously. What was going on? Snape was acting...well normal for him and Harry was....obeying? It didn't make any sense.
"Meet me back at the Leaky Cauldron at three," Harry nodded curtly, "Do not make me hunt for you. And do not, I repeat, do not disobey Winter's orders, understood?" Harry nodded again. Snape's gaze swept over them once more before he turned on his heel and marched away.
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"There they are," Harry pointed discreetly to the two pacing figures ahead of them. Severus nodded, spotting them as well.
"Are sure about this?" he asked one final time. Harry gave him an annoyed look.
"Yes, are sure you want to do this, cause you don't have to. We could just tell them now, I'm sure there are plenty of men with straight jackets waiting around every corner," Harry said innocently which earned him a groan from the older man. "No, I'd rather see their reactions along with everyone elses later," he said, the wicked smile once again forming, "Now remember what Seri said, don't tax yourself." Harry laid a reassuring hand on the man's arm.
"Don't worry I won't. Ready?" Severus squared his shoulders, set his expression into one of being deeply annoyed and nodded curtly. Harry set a neutral expression on his face and they set out forward. Harry watched them carefully as they approached. Hermione seemed upset and Ron was trying to sooth her. Then she looked over the red-head's shoulder and spotted him. She was wearing a very strange expression and when Harry reached out with his senses found that she was happy, yet sad and even afraid. Most likely of the stalking figure behind him.
"Harry!" she yelled and Ron turned around. He smiled at them and walked faster. He could almost feel the scowl coming from the black shadow behind him as the man sped up to catch him. Hermione let out a high pitched squeal and assaulted his stomach with a bone crushing hug that was soon joined by Ron. He could feel his eyes bug out. To hide his threatening smile at the emotional scene, Severus sneered.
"Potter," he said coldly, which seemed strange to do after all that had happened. His boy's two friends jumped back away from Harry, staring at him in obvious fright. He had to force himself not to raise an eyebrow. 'Do I really induce that much fear among my students?' he wondered. "Sir," Harry answered promptly, straightening up to stare into his eyes. Severus could sense from the bond that he shared with Harry that the boy was curious as to his friends' reactions as well. But Severus reminded him that they did'nt know what had happened yet and Harry accepted that. "Meet me back at the Leaky Cauldron at three," They'd figured that was as long as Harry would be able to hold out. "Don't make me have to hunt for you. And do not, I repeat, do not disobey Winter's orders, understood." Harry had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at the man's overprotectiveness and nodded once more. Severus knew it was time to make his exit. After passing one last menacing look over them he turned and hurried away.
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Hermione and Ron watched Snape until he'd completely disappeared before turning to Harry. In all rights, he was an unusual sight. His long hair fell to just past his shoulders and masked his face and expression as well as hiding his scar. There were dark circles under his eyes, as though he hadn't gotten any sleep. (Which he hadn't the past few nights do to nightmares but they didn't know that. They were thinking for entirely different reasons.) The clothes he wore were new, though the green shirt with silver lining and black pants resembled something that belonged in the Slytherin House. There was even a silver serpent on the breast of the shirt. He wore black gloves which seemed strange to both of them. They assumed he was made to wear these clothes to hide any marks on his body. His glasses were missing yet he had not stumbled around coming towards them and both knew he was blind as a bat without them. It was all confusing, they weren't sure what to make of it. Ron's eyes glittered dangerously bright as did Hermione's.
"Come on Harry," Hermione said gently, her voice tight. She took one arm as Ron took the other and they began to walk down the street.
"So, where to first?" Ron asked to break the silence that had fallen over them. Harry shrugged.
"I've already got all of my supplies; I just came to see you guys."
"We've got most of our stuff too so we have time to be with you," Hermione said.
"Then why don't we go exploring? The last time I was here I saw a shop called Artemis' Fine Crystals, why don't we go there?" he offered as an idea, though with motives other than exploration. His friends smiled at his cheerful attitude. Maybe there was hope for him yet, they thought.
"I know where it is, come on!" They took off running down the crowded street. Harry yelled at them to stop and slow down but they ignored him, thinking he was right behind them. Only when they realized that he was not did they stop. They turned and watched as Harry slowly jogged over to them, weaving in between the pressing people. When he reached them, he stopped and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
"Harry what's wrong?" they asked in unison. Harry took a few more seconds to catch his breath before answering.
"I've been sick lately," he gasped, "I'm not supposed to exert myself." Ron and Hermione traded dubious looks but did not voice their opinions.
"Do you want some help?" Hermione held out her hand but he shook his head, took one last deep calming breath and pushed away from the wall.
"I'll be okay, I just can't do that anymore." They nodded in understanding and walked slowly the rest of the way. A bell jingled loudly as they opened the door. From the outside the shop looked small but the inside proved to be quiet roomy. The trio gazed around in wonder at their surroundings. All of the walls in the shop were lined with shelves and the shelves themselves were crammed with every type of crystal in every type of shape imaginable. The room was only lit by the window in the back and the window on the door but the light that did come in was picked up and reflected, or refracted in some cases, from the stones.
"I've never seen so many crystals in my life," Ron breathed, "I wonder what they're used for."
"Many different things young man, many different things," a voice from behind one of the shelves said. All three jumped as a man emerged from the long rows. He was about an inch or so taller than Seri, Harry wagered, around 5'8". His dark brown hair was untidy and one side insisted on falling in front of his green eyes.
"Is there something I can help you with?" the stranger asked. Hermione shook her head.
"We're just looking around Mr......"
"Artemis, just Artemis," he supplied and he waved an arm around the shop, "and feel free to just 'look around' as you say." The three split up and headed off in different directions. Harry went swiftly from row to row, searching for his stone.
"Looking for anything specific...." Artemis trailed off as he came up behind the startled student.
"It's Harry and I'm looking for a Tiger's Eye stone," he said. Artemis raised a brown eyebrow and he looked him over once more.
"You're Harry Potter!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement. Harry's shoulders fell, he did not need another person like Collin Creevy around him at the moment. The man caught his disappointed expression and laughed heartily.
"Don't worry Harry, my cousin told me how much you hated the attention," he smirked at the boy's confusion.
"Cousin?" Harry repeated, staring at him. Dark brown hair, which he flipped back to reveal that he didn't have two green eyes but one blue and one green. Suddenly it hit him.
"You're Professor Snape's cousin Reese." The man smiled brightly.
"Reese 'Artemis' Maxwell at your service Harry," Artemis gave him a mock bow. Harry returned both the smile and bow readily. Artemis beckoned him down one row and he began scanning the shelves, eyes flickering from one stone to another.
"What were you looking for again?" the man asked.
"Tiger's Eye," Harry answered as he too looked over the shelves, "An opal too if you have any, Sev said he needs a new one." Artemis nodded absently, reaching up to finger one particular crystal. He favored Harry with a piercing stare that reminded the teenager unerringly of the Potions Master. He turned back to the shelves and abandoned the stone in favor for another. This one he took off the shelf and held it out to Harry. It was a Tiger's Eye of a high quality, it's shape that of a square-based pyramid. Harry accepted the offering and held the stone in the flat of his palm. It was warm to the touch and he, at Artemis' encouragement, sent a bit of his power through it. It glowed happily in response. He was pleased to discover it unflawed. He smiled at the man who watched him expectantly.
"It's perfect, now all I need is an opal." Another brief search produced a spherical, baseball-sized, colorful stone. Though not his type of focus stone, he could sense that it would be perfect for Severus.
"I'll take them both," Harry proclaimed and payed the sum owed.
"You really shouldn't have to pay at all but your friends are watching and I have a feeling they don't know what's going on." The man said through the side of his mouth. Harry nodded and the corner of his mouth upturned.
"They don't and I plan to keep it that way," Louder he said, "Thank you Artemis, I hope we meet again." The man bowed to him again.
"Count on it Mr. Potter."
Only when they were outside the shop did either of his friends say anything about his purchases.
"What did you get Harry?" Hermione asked as they walked down the street. Harry discreetly placed both stones in his pocket.
"Nothing much, just a present for a friend," he lied easily. They walked in silence for the longest time, only occasionally commenting on the people and the shops around them. Their peace, however, was soon interrupted by three of their least favorite people.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Weasel and the Mudblood. What's the matter? Lost with out your precious Potter to hold your hand," Draco Malfoy's sneering tone cut though the quiet like a sharp knife. Beside him Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly at their leader's remarks. It took a moment for what the Slytherin said to sink in but when it did Harry had to fight, desperately I might add, to keep himself from falling to the ground and laughing. That would have earned quite a few eyebrows. Instead he kept his expression steady and traded amused looks with Ron. Hermione spoke up.
"Go away Malfoy. We came here to have a good time with our friend, not see you." Malfoy smirked.
"Oh dear me, I do think that the Mudblood's mad," Harry tensed, waiting to catch Ron, who was rapidly loosing his patience, if need be, "Why don't you introduce us to your friend, he seems to belong in Slytherin to me." Malfoy sauntered up to Harry and stuck out his hand.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin fifth year. Are you coming to Hogwarts as well?" Harry, his evil streak kicking in, decided to play along.
"Yes as a matter of fact." Malfoy's oily smile widened in delight. Obviously he thought Harry was someone he could bring to his side of things.
"Then you don't want to be hanging out with this riferaff, they're nothing but trouble. Slytherin is were you'll make your true friends." Harry said nothing, only stared at the hand. A strong sense of deje vu washed over him but he continued on.
"Yes, but from the Gryffindor's stand point, you're the riffraff," he smirked when Malfoy's face flushed pink. Then his eyes narrowed and he studied Harry more closely.
"You look very familiar," he started and made Harry wonder if the boy hadn't figured it out yet, "you remind me of," he paused, giving Harry one last look, "Professor Snape." Ron fell out of his chair in astonishment and Hermione looked as though she might do the same. Harry merely raised an eyebrow.
"I get that a lot. See you at Hogwarts Malfoy," he calmly helped Ron to his feet and led his two friends away.
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After he left the three Gryffindors, Severus wandered aimlessly down the cobblestone street, ignoring the people pushing past him and constantly bumping into him. He had no particular destination in mind, just some type of physical activity to keep his mind blank. It was then that he had time to ponder how he deeply he despised that mask of hatred he'd worn for so many years. Too many years. So much had happened to change him; for the better he believed. He no longer felt the need to be angry at the world; his students in particular. That was all thanks to the Boy-Who-Lived; with help from a certain kindly headmaster and mischievous twins. Though, if he hadn't retrieved Harry from the Dursleys' he would not have blown his cover as a spy. He would have had to continue and would have been a royal pain in the ass when school had started again. He still would have been in constant danger of being discovered, still walking the tight rope between light and dark. Now that it was all out in the open, more or less, he could display his support for the light side. A fact he found to be a great relief. If he hadn't saved Harry that night he would have never known what life was like for the bright, shining boy he called his son. It promised to be quite a show when that little fact was revealed. A voice reached his ears. Someone was calling his name.
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Remus Lupin had arrived in Diagon Alley at around noon and had left his things at the Leaky Cauldron. Once he'd done that, he'd gone to the small café near the entrance to the busy street to get a little to eat. He sighed and set his tea aside, once again picking up the letter to read.
Dear Professor Lupin,
DO NOT LET SNUFFLES SEE THIS! If he did we have a feeling that he really would commit murder. You see we, Ron and I that is, are worried sick about Harry. He hasn't written to us since his birthday and that was almost a month ago. We don't know why he's at Hogwarts, no one seems to, and we couldn't get a word out of him about it. But that's not what we want to talk about. What we really want to discuss is what we saw on his birthday.
While we were there, the twins joked about playing pranks on Snape. I pointed out to Ron that when Snape's name was mentioned Harry went very pale. That was the first sign that something was not right; Harry's never done that before. I mean, I know Harry hates the man and the feeling is mutual but we've never known him to be afraid of the man. That's what first made us suspicious. Later, when we were talking by the lake, he out right refused to say anything about why he was at Hogwarts. Well, I laid my hand on his arm and he jerked back, hissing in pain! I grabbed his wrist and pulled up his sleeve, because he was wearing a long sleeve shirt. His entire right forearm was taped and blood was soaking through the bandage. Ron and I were both horrified and demanded to know who had done that to him. He just covered it back up and denied that anyone had done anything to him. He said he had been clumsy but we didn't believe it; Harry's not clumsy. When he scooted away from us, the neck line of his shirt slipped down enough for us to see this star-like scar on his left shoulder. Neither of us had ever seen it before. We didn't say anything more about it and the topic turned to other things; like who was staying at the castle besides him. He said Snape and when he did he looked nervously at the forest and the castle; almost as if he was expecting something, or someone. We didn't say anything about this either. When it was time for us to leave and we were driving away; Ron and I sat waving at Harry. That's about the time that Snape came out of the forest and walked over to Harry. When he laid his hand on Harry's shoulder and Harry looked back at him. Both Ron and I saw his expression. You're not going to believe this professor, it was one of horror.
When we got back to the Burrow we discussed it and came up with some rather disturbing solutions. We think Professor Snape is beating Harry. Now we know this sounds suicidal, especially with Professor Dumbledore there, but we figured this: Dumbledore can't be there all of the time. When we realized this it was brought up that he might be....sexually abusing Harry as well. We know this sounds disgusting and far-fetched but, as Ron put it, we were looking at all of the possibilities.
We don't have any real proof beyond what we've told you. We didn't know what to do, there was no one else we could turn to. We hope we're wrong, we really do, but both of us have this sinking feeling that we're not.
We've invited Harry to meet us in Diagon Alley on Sunday and we were hoping that maybe you can come as well. We know it's been a while since you've seen him. Maybe you can talk to him and he'll tell you something. If you can't come we understand and we'll owl you to let you know how the trip went.
Your Students & Friends,
Hermione & Ron
Reading it for a fifth time didn't make it sound any better than it had the first four times. He rolled it back up and tucked it inside his robes, sitting back to watch the people hurry by from one shop to another. Could it be possible? Could Severus, no Snape be abusing Harry, even raping him? Snape had never struck him as that type of person but then again, one never could tell. Maybe he was acting under Voldemort's Imperious Curse, that could be a reason and he'd have no control over his actions. Then again he might be playing the triple-crosser and still be working for Voldemort. There was now way to truly tell, not without Veritaserum anyway. As he watched the people, one person strolled lazily by him that he hadn't expected. He jumped; it was Severus Snape.
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Severus turned when a voice called his name and caught sight of Remus Lupin. Letting his surprise show only in his eyes, he resisted the initial reaction to sneer and stared at the man curiously. The man seemed unfazed by his expression and waved him to his table. 'Why the hell not,' he thought and made his way over. Unbenounced to him, he was being watched. From the shadow of an alley, two steel grey eyes followed the movements of the Potions Master closely. A wand tip emerged from the darkness and after a few well chosen words a curse shot from it. It hit Severus square in the back and the man flinched before resuming his walk.
"Take that as a gift old friend," a cold voice whispered. Seconds later Lucius Malfoy emerged from the alley and went into the Leaky Cauldron.
Severus felt the virus like power of a curse enter his body from behind and firmly latch itself around his stomach. He did his best to contain his reaction and only flinched. He shook it off and sat down at the DADA teacher's table. He inclined his head civilly to the man across from him before he spoke.
"I didn't expect to see you here Lupin. I thought you'd come tomorrow with the others." Remus shrugged and fiddled with his cup.
"I had a few extra things I needed to get so I came a day early," he offered as an explanation and was glad when the other seemed to accept it.
"Will you be coming to the castle tonight?" Severus asked suddenly. Remus raised an eyebrow at the unexpected and strange question.
"Yes, as soon as I'm done. I should be there around five, just in time for dinner," he answered. Severus nodded absently and looked up when a waiter appeared by his side.
"Would you like something sir?" the overly cheerful teenager asked. Severus thought, water was probably all he could stomach at the moment, so that's what he asked for. The waiter disappeared to fill his order.
"Why are you at Diagon Alley?" Remus asked politely. The man crossed his arms over his chest and allowed his lip to curl ever so slightly.
"I was given the honor of babysitting Potter here," he drawled out honor in such a way as to let you know exactly what type of honor he thought it was. The Defense teacher frowned but continued.
"That seems uncharacteristically nice of you Severus," he said, baiting the man. The remark earned him a hateful glare.
"Believe me, it was not my decision to bring him here, it was decided for me."
"Have you seen much of Harry around the castle? I know he's staying up there," Remus asked. The other man snorted, his face twisting in to one of boredom.
"I only see Potter when I want to see him," he answered. Remus did not like the way that sounded; he didn't like it at all.
"So," he began casually, "do you know why Harry was at Hogwarts this summer instead of at the Dursleys?" Silence was his only answer. Remus sighed in defeat.
"You don't either?" The waiter returned and handed the ice water to the dark man who accepted it.
"As a matter of fact, I do know but it's not my right to say. It's Potter's decision on whether or not to tell you," the man stated, taking a sip of his drink. He grimaced as it hit his stomach; he had to fight desperately to keep from rejecting it explosively.
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After they had wandered for another hour, the three Gryffindors had decided to stop at Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor where they were served by Florean Fortescue himself. Harry greeted the man warmly, remembering how helpful and kind he had been when helping him with his homework. As well as how generous he'd been with his ice cream. The man was delighted that Harry remembered him and brought all three of them free sundaes. As they ate they chatted about the upcoming school year, wondering what surprises were in store for them. Harry could think of a few, but did not voice them. Hermione buzzed on happily about the fact that they were having O.W.L.'s this year. Ron only rolled his eyes at his friend's babbling but Harry listened patiently. One of the surprises was that he still had not told them of the fact that he'd already taken his tests, and passed, as Albus had put it, with flying colors. He figured they'd eventually find out on their own. He hadn't discussed it with his father yet but he assumed he'd be taking sixth year courses when school began. There was no point in sitting and listening to things he already knew. Though he was almost finished with that as well, he had a feeling he was going to be very bored at the beginning of the year. He figured he was about a week off from beginning his seventh year studies on Defense and Potions as it was. As he lifted another spoonful of double double choco-chocolate to take a bite, something hit his gut, hard. He gasped, both in surprise and in pain. The spoon dropped from his nerveless fingers and he wrapped an arm around his stomach. A quick check of his own body showed that it was reacting as if he'd been hit with a curse. The check also showed that their was no curse; not in him at least. Once he knew this he reached out to Severus and discovered that it was he that was cursed. He projected his concern to him. The other returned with a warm, red thought of love. Only when he received this did Hermione's voice succeed in getting through his pain-induced haze.
"Harry!" her voice was shrill with panic. He gave his head a little shake and opened his tired eyes to stare directly into his friends' worried filled ones. He managed to crack a weak half-smile.
"I'm alright you guys," he reassured, though he was not entirely convincing. Hermione leaned forward and placed her wrist against her friend's forehead.
"You're burning up! Did you have that high of a fever when you came?" she demanded to know. He shook his head and wiped his now sweaty face.
"It must have just flared up," he said as he fished through his pockets. His hand closed around a small bottle and he smiled, drawing it out. He popped the cork off and drained half of it, sighing as it's pleasant numbness coated his stomach and blocked the curse. Ron and Hermione watched him curiously as he re-corked it.
"What is that?" Ron asked finally as Harry put the bottle back into his pocket. Harry thought quickly.
"It's my medicine," he answered, which wasn't far from the truth. Once it was away from their sights he discreetly tapped it and it disappeared.
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As Severus struggled to keep his stomach where God had intended it to be, a mental hum intruded in on his thoughts. He recognized that hum, it was Harry. The hum was tinged yellow with concern, and unspoken support. With Harry there the pain receded somewhat. Severus breathed a sigh, willing to take any small relief he could get. He sent his own mental message in return, showing his love.
"Severus are you feeling okay?" Remus asked when he noticed how pale the other man had gone. Severus bit his lip and nodded his head only a fraction. He was afraid that if he moved much more, he'd regurgitate his breakfast. Suddenly a small weight dropped into his lap from seemingly no where. The Potions Master grabbed it and was happy to discover it was the potion that Kit had made for Harry. Nothing fancy, just a general healing draft in case anything was to happen. He lifted it up and frowned when he saw that it was half empty. Had something happened to Harry? No, he would have known and he hadn't sensed anything out of the ordinary. Still frowning, he downed the rest of the bottle's contents.
"What was that Severus?" Remus dared to ask, curiosity getting the better of him. Severus scowled in reply.
"I don't think that's any of your business Lupin. If I was inclined to tell anyone anything, I would most certainly not tell you." Even while he spoke, he sent a strong 'thank you' to his son.
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Harry smiled as Severus' gratitude washed over him. After his little 'attack', conversation had resumed once more but now Ron and Hermione were watching him like two hawks, waiting to see if he'd become ill again. He resisted the urge to bonk both of them on the head and instead looked down at his watch.
"Uh oh you guys," he said, causing the other two to glance up,"It's time for me to go; I don't want Professor Snape mad at me." He told them a quick good bye and made a hasty exit down the street. Ron and Hermione watched as the slight form of their friend disappeared into the throng of people. Finally Hermione broke the silence that had fallen over them.
"I don't understand; I've never seen him like that. He's hiding something," sha said, sighing in frustration. Ron pulled her head against his shoulder.
"I know Hermione, I know."
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As Harry made his way down the street to the Leaky Cauldron his mind was fixed on Severus. Was he okay? Was he holding up? Even with the healing potion the curse still needed to be terminated. The most the potion would do until this was done was dull the effects. He expected the man to be waiting for him in the pub so he was surprised therefore when he spotted his father sitting at an out-door café table with Remus Lupin.
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Remus just happened to glance up at the right time to catch Harry walking briskly towards the streets entrance. The student glanced over at them and his face clearly showed that he was startled. Whether it was him, or the Potions Master, or the fact that they were sitting together at a table that caused this reaction, the DADA teacher wasn't sure. Though he was leaning towards the latter.
"Harry!" he called, waving the young boy over to join them. He wanted to see his favorite student again very much but he had ulterior motives. He wanted to see how he and Snape acted around one another. At the mention of Harry's name, Snape froze and his expression went completely blank.
"Hello Professor Lupin," the boy greeted respectfully when he reached them. He gave Severus something of a half-bow. His gaze was fixed on the other man's face and his eyes glittered with an emotion Remus could only associate with fear. He was wrong however, it was worry. Undiluted worry. Severus didn't look good, in fact, he looked like he was barely hanging on.
"I'm here Professor Snape." A slight scowl crossed the Potions Master's face. He pulled out his silver pocket watch and checked it.
"Well, it seems you are on time for once in your miserable life Potter," he growled, though he sent an apology by way of their bond. Harry sensed it and lowered his eyes respectfully, staring at the tablecloth.
"Yes sir Professor," he mumbled under his breath. Remus was shocked at the boy's behavior. He'd never seen Harry so....submissive. Frankly he didn't like it; it scared him. Just when he was about to jump to his student's defense, Snape rose form his seat and grabbed Harry by the arm in one swift movement.
"Come on boy, you've had your fun. I have duties to attend to at Hogwarts." The man jerked him forward and Harry offered no resistance, allowing himself to be pulled. Remus watched them until they entered the pub and were out of his sight. He sat back and contemplated what he had seen and heard. Obviously something was going on, he just wasn't sure yet what. He'd come here in the hopes of discounting Ron and Hermione's fears. The only thing he seemed to have done was help confirm them. While Harry had been at the table he'd seen what the two had spoke of. Harry was....different than before. His hair was long and hid a great portion of his face, but what could be seen was unreadable. His clothes were obviously new but.....they were in Slytherin colors, something Harry would never wear. His glasses were gone, which was a surprise; though by the way he moved he didn't seem to need them. He wore gloves, to hide something but what? It was all in total contrast of the slightly messy boy (all teenagers are we don't deny it) he knew. And the way he acted around Snape, as though he did fear him. The look in his eyes had plainly shown that. No, he didn't know what was going on, but he sure as hell intended to find out.
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As they made their way through the pub and to it's fireplace, it looked to the customers as though Severus were dragging Harry along. In reality, Harry was supporting most of the man's weight. When they reached the fireplace, Severus tossed in a pinch of green Floo Powder and spat out, "The Three Broomsticks". Without a moment's hesitation, both stepped into the roaring green fire and were sucked away.
They tumbled out of the stone fireplace, thankful they'd made it. Severus fell to his knees, all his concentration now on keeping his stomach down. The potion had long ago worn off and the pain had returned with a vengeance. So ignorant was he of his surroundings, that he failed to notice when two sets of hands grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. He gave them no trouble as they led him out the door and down the street.
"What happened?" an ancient, yet strong voice asked in concern. He blinked; he knew that voice as like he knew his own. It was Albus.
"He was hit with a curse. I could feel it from the other end of the street. We've got to find a quiet place so I can try to help him," a youthful voice answered; Harry. He could sense the other mage nod.
"I felt it as well, I just wasn't sure what was happening. It's lucky I wasn't eating anything or it would've come up by now. What ever has got a hold on him, it's doing a hellashis job." As the headmaster spoke his speech gradually became more slurred. Suddenly Severus found himself listing off to the right.
"Over here," Harry croaked, his voice laced with obvious pain. The student and headmaster led the Potions Master, who had long ago stopped caring, into a dark alley between two shops. Once they were concealed from prying eyes, the headmaster took on his child's full weight, leaving Harry free to work. Harry pushed the robe aside, unbuttoned the black over shirt, and ripped the white undershirt so it revealed the pale flesh of the man's mid-section. He took a deep breath and drew his hand back.
"Harry," the headmaster called, causing Harry to look up,"have you ever done this before?" The teenager couldn't help but smile.
"I've learned how if that's what you mean. If you mean have I actually put that knowledge into practice, not yet, but I'm about to." He stared straight into the man's terrified eyes.
"Trust me Albus. Seri said the main key to healing a person is wanting to help them in the first place." The other nodded, the look dimming in his eyes.
"I trust you little one," he stated. A raspy voice startled them both by saying,
"I trust you too Harry." Albus' grip tightened and Harry's smile widened.
"Hold on Sev, I'll have that thing out of you in a moment and it won't be nothing but a bad memory." Taking another deep breath, he plunged his hand towards and through Severus' skin. His eyes lost their focus as he desperately searched for the curse. Severus bit his lip and pressed harder against the headmaster. Albus murmured to him softly and ran a hand through his hair to keep him calm. Suddenly, Harry's eyes snapped back into focus and he withdrew his hand, a dark red cloud clutched tightly in his fist. He flung it away from them and pointed his finger at it.
"Pyronus!" he shouted, letting his anger fuel his power. From the tip of his finger a bright fire ball shot out and hit the curse, which shattered into millions of pieces, like a pane of glass. Harry fell to his knees and Severus slumped against Albus. For a moment none of them spoke but contented themselves with catching their breath.
"Well," Severus spoke up, his voice cracking,"we're quite a pair aren't we Harry? It doesn't matter what we do, one or both of us always gets hurt," he joked. Harry let out a dry chuckle in reply.
"That one was eating away at your stomach. If we'd waited much longer it would have completely destroyed it. As it is, your not going to be eating too many solid foods any time soon," he said. Albus shifted Severus to his right side, placing an arm around his waist for support. He then reached down and offered a helping hand to Harry, which he readily accepted. In a surprising show of strength, he hauled the exhausted teenager to his feet, pulling him to lean against his left side. Once he had them both situated, he set off towards the castle.
"Albus I never knew you were this strong," Severus said in surprise, referring to the fact that he was practically carrying both him and Harry.
"I may be old Severus, but I am not feeble."
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A half an hour later, he had them both cleaned and changed into more comfortable clothes. The new father and son sat on the bed, quietly discussing what had happened at Diagon Alley.
"I think we have them thoroughly confused, they don't know what to think anymore," Harry said as he sipped the hot tea the headmaster had ordered up for them. Severus smirked at his son's comment.
"Yes, after that act we put on today, I wouldn't be surprised in the least."
"Surprised in the least about what? What act? What are you two up to?" Albus demanded as he joined them on the bed. Both of them looked at him innocently; you could almost see the little halos above their heads. As well as the pointed red tails swishing behind them.
"Up too? Why Albus, I don't know what you're talking about," Severus projected his innocence as well, which only served to make Harry snicker. The headmaster snorted his disbelief.
"I'll just bet you don't. I'll ask again: what are you two up to?" Severus thought about it for a moment then pointed his finger at Harry.
"It was all his idea father, I swear."
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, giving the man a playful shove, "Might I remind you that you agreed to this father."
"Really," the headmaster continued in a serious tone to stop the two antics, "What are you up to?" After one final kick in the leg, Harry answered him.
"You see, we decided that..." He related the outline of what they had discussed and of the day's act. The all-too-familiar glint came to the headmaster's eyes when his grandchild finished.
"I think I have something to add to that," he said excitedly.
"What?" Severus asked cautiously. Albus told them. Harry grinned and nodded his head enthusiastically while Severus groaned and laid back against the fluffy pillows.
"Merlin help me, you two have the biggest devious streaks on God's green earth. I swear you should both be Slytherins." Albus and Harry answered him in unison.
"For the thousandth and one time Severus we are Gryffindors!!!"
"Riiiiiiiight."
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A/N: Weeeeeellll.... You know what, I like this better. No one has any clue what's going on. That will serve my purpose real well. I hope this is more to your liking and still funny. I guess I have to wait and find out. 2A/N: Oh good grief I finished. *collapses once again from complete exhuastion* I'm sorry this is late but there's a reason. *points back up at chapter* In case you haven't noticed it's the longest one yet not adding to the fact that FF.Net has been down lately. Don't worry about Seri and Sev, I'm not rushing things just hinting right now. And no she is not suicidal, she trusted Sev to heal her. Nothing major is going to happen between them until Halloween, and even then it won't be anything big. Well, sort of.
3A/N: What do you think of Reese 'Artemis' Maxwell? As you may remember I first introduced him in the 11th chapter. He is Sev's cousin and friend. He was a Gryffindor, a year ahead of Severus and and the Marauders. Uhhhh....he plays a very important role later on. I know we didn't see much of him or his personality but that will change. He does work for the Order of the Phoenix but we'll get into that later. From now on I will call him Artemis.