BLOOD OF THE MOTHER By BertaS Sept. 05
Chapter 13
Description: Conversations over breakfast. And just where are Vernon and Petunia?
Not mine, it all belongs to JKR
Breakfast
When Harry came in to the kitchen, the first thing he noticed was that someone had opened a window and set a basket marked 'Harry's Post' on the table. There was quite a lot of mail in the basket already.
As Harry gathered things to fix breakfast, Dudley came in, "Oh good, you're up. You okay?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, just a little tired. Any idea what happened? I'm a little fuzzy after Fudge showed up."
Dudley grinned, "Is he the guy in the purple? Well, sounded to me like you told them all to go to hell and that the Professor is not to be touched." He then laughed, "Would have been a lot more impressive if you had been able to walk away instead of fainting and making the Professor carry you like a baby."
"Oh! Great, the bloody Prophet's going to have a field day with that." Harry groused as he pulled out another pan.
"Umm, they may have other things to talk about, that guy, Fudge, was KO'd by the wards and when Miss Tonks and that red haired lady went to drag him away he has one of those tattoos. Oh, Yeah, send a note to Miss Tonks. She was really worried about you."
While Dudley was talking two owls flew in, one simply dropped a letter in the basket, and the other perched on one of the chairs, waiting, looking at the kitchen door. When the door opened he hooted impatiently and Snape, who had just stepped cautiously into the kitchen, hurriedly searched for coins and relieved him of a copy of The Daily Prophet.
Dudley continued, "I have to get going or I'll be late picking up Mum and Dad at the airport. Will you be here when we get back?
"I… Um," Harry shrugged, "I think the Professor was to take me to Headquarters yesterday. And I'm not sure I want to try to explain all this to your dad."
Dudley nodded, "Okay, don't be a complete stranger, write or stop by once in a while." He held out his hand and when Harry took it, Dudley pulled him in to a brotherly hug.
With a quick "Good bye, Professor," Dudley was out the door leaving the two wizards alone.
Snape stood watching a few moments when Harry turned back to his cooking.
"Ma… Um… Harry, is there anything I can do to help?" Snape asked tentatively as though he expected to be punished for speaking.
Harry smiled, "You want 'a set the table?" and pointing with his spatula, "Silverware in that drawer and glasses in that cabinet, and juice in the fridge."
Harry reached into another cabinet and pulled out plates that he filled from the various pots and pans on the stove. He then brought them to the table; and stood for a moment holding the plates and looking at the single place setting. Harry asked calmly, "Professor, weren't you hungry?" as he sat the plates down.
The older man's breathing quickened and he seemed to be fascinated with his shoes. "I… I did not expect… I don't… Why would you feed me?"
Harry retrieved another glass of juice and more silverware that he handed to Snape, "Sit down and eat, Professor. I know what its like to go hungry. It's not an experience I will allow any of my friends to experience, not if I can prevent it."
After a few minuets of eating in silence, Snape said, "Thank you, Harry, this is very good."
Harry chuckled, "Your welcome, and thank you that's the first time you've complemented my ability to put two ingredients together, Professor."
Snape looked bewildered and he blinked several times and replied slowly as if testing the truth of what he was saying. "I feel no need to criticize."
Harry nodded, "Can you tell me what you know about the spells that where on you?"
Snape shrugged, "I know there were several from the Dark Lord and I think a couple from," he took a deep breath, "Albus. I… He wanted to know I would tell him the truth." The Potions Master sat with his hands in his lap, shoulders hunched up like he was expecting a blow.
Harry carefully folded his hands on the table. "Professor? Please, try to relax. You are not in any trouble and no one is going to be mad at you."
Snape cringed a bit more, "Albus is."
Harry snorted, as far as I can tell I removed at least 25 compulsions or suppression spells from you, at least four of them tasted of lemon drops. 'Albus' has no right to be angry with you."
"What do you mean? Tasted?" Stammered Severus confused.
"It's the only way I can describe it. There where four distinct flavors, that leads me to believe there where at least four people who put these spells on you."
Snape asked plaintively, "Four? Who?" He was desperately trying to understand how so many people would be able to do this to him with out his knowledge.
"I think we have already identified three of them, Albus, Voldemort, and your mother. The fourth I don't know. His spells where subtle I'm not sure what all they where designed to do. In general, there where multiple compulsions for obedience and submission as well as suppressions on your emotions. I can make a list of what I was able to identify while removing them, okay?"
Snape nodded, he appeared on the verge of tears again.
Harry stood gathering the now empty dishes. "I think that can wait till we have more time though." He chuckled, "I'm almost afraid to ask what the Prophet had to say about yesterday?"
Snape opened the paper he had received earlier and groaned.
Next Chapter – The Dailey Prophet
So what does the Prophet have to say?
A/N: To any one, who reviews, thank you. You make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
It just occurred to me that you might be wondering where Vernon and Petunia are?
Um… Let me think. Okay I got it.
Vernon and Petunia Dursley decided to take a romantic (Ack! Cough! Phetuee!) Vacation in the south of France.
They left the day before Harry' birthday and have had a wonderful time. They will unfortunately, oh excuse me; fortunately be home soon. We will, however, probably not be seeing them again, at least not in this story.
A/N 2: I am currently working on chp 18 with no end in sight. There will be NO SLASH however it will be mentioned along with mpreg. I am trying to make longer chapters.
Thank you all for reviewing.