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See, don't own so don't sue, unless you're interested in my teddy bears collection...
Besides this work will contain : mpreg and people out of character since I am definitely not JK Rowlings, and some strange sentences since I'm French. Still here?
So, on with the show...
Chapter 9 – Is it my wand I saw hopping by?
The two boys had just stepped foot into the kitchen when Blaise closed and locked the door. He turned to Harry, his face red, his eyes on the floor.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled.
Harry tilted his head. "What ever for?"
Blaise suddenly found his hands very intersting. "Well, for one, I didn't treat you very well. For two, during all those years, I had Dad and Father, and you were all alone..."
Harry had to capture Blaise's tail to attract his attention. "For one, it would have seem strange if a Slytherin was nice to a Gryffondor. I would even have suspected a trap, had you try. Besides, you never were bad, you were just neutral..."
After a while, Harry went on. "Moreover, it was not your decision to deprieve me of my father..." seeing Blaise's wince, he hurried to add "And I don't hold Snape responsible either. I understand why it had to be kept secret. It doesn't mean that I appreciate it, but I understand.
The only three people responsible are Wormtail, Voldemort and Dumbledore. I can't even hold Dumbledore responsible for my being placed with the Dursleys, because it was a good preparation to my yearly confrontation with Voldie. .. Ah, it's so complicated!"
He ruffled his hair.
"For now, I'm still running on the joy of having my father, Sirius and Remus alive and in one piece. Later... will be later. I certainly don't held you responsible!" he snickered, ruffling Blaise's hair.
"Hey!" Blaise batted his hand away.
The two teens went back to the living room, each holding a tray with a cake and plates for Harry, and a teapot, four cups and a bowl for Blaise. While Blaise used both of his hands to balance his tray, Harry was craddling his to his chest with one hand, while the other was holding Blaise's tail, which had been passed through five teacups' handles.
They placed the trays on the table and Harry retrieved the teacups from Blaise's tail, while Blaise was pouring tea in the cups already on the table.
Once everybody had had his cup, or bowl in Moony's case, and a piece of cake, Harry and Blaise went to sit behind the couch. Soon whispers and giggles could be heard. The adults stayed silent, eyeing each other warily, until James caught Voldemort's eyes with his own split-pupiled golden eyes.
"You will restrain from trying to kill my son."
Lucius nearly chocked on his tea.Nobody, in his experience at least, had spoken to his Master this way. It was usually the other way round.
Voldemort only raised an eyebrow. "And why should I?"
"Because what happened to you was your fault. If you didn't want to be defeated, you shouldn't have attacked him. And if you put the same energy in trying to take over the ministry you do in trying to kill Harry, it would have already been done."
"Oh" remarked Voldemort coldly "and what make you sure I will comply?"
James' only answer was a smirk Voldemort himself would not have renied. He was about to elaborate when a bright pink flash, followed by violet smoke erupted from the back of the couch. At the same time, Avery and Mac Nair opened the door.
Harry jumped from behind the couch, his arms and tail waving madly, and ran to the two stunned Death Eaters. "Close the door, close the door, quick!" He barelled into them and closed the door.
He was giggling on his way back to behind the couch.
A second flash of pink light and violet smoke, and the adults heard the two teens bursting into laughing.
Intrigued, James bent over the back of the couch. He mumbled a few words before resuming his seat, helplessly laughing on Severus' shoulder.
Moony, curious, bounded behind the couch .
Lucius and Voldemort exchanged a look.
From behind the couch, they heard Moony's 'woof', Harry's laughter and Blaise's shout of "beware, here comes the fluffy attack!" before a flock of rabbit jumped everywhere in the living room.
Lucius and Voldemort did not find it amusing. At all. Not when a few of the rabbits decided to try and taste their robes.
Avery and Mac Nair tried to hex the rabbits but found their wands missing.
Severus sighed. "So, to what do we owe this invasion?" he asked Blaise and Harry, scowling.
"Well, we hided the wands by transforming them into rabbits." Began Harry.
"And Dad added some to make sure we couldn't tell which ones were the wands..." continued Blaise.
"But Moony scared them" Harry added.
"And they fled. But it's all the Death Eater's fault!" quickly said Blaise.
"How so?" blinked James.
"If they hadn't threw this spell at Siri to lock him into Padfoot, Moony wouoldn't have had to jump in front of it, and he wouldn't be a wolf now." Explained Harry.
"Thus, he wouldn't have frightened the rabbits." Finished Blaise.
Severus put his face into his hands. "I'm doomed" he glumily said.
"But you can't fault their logic" James told him, patting his knee.
A sudden gleam entered his eyes and he moved to straddle Severus' tights. As soon as he was seated, he peeled Severus' hands from his face before framing it with his own and kissing him.
"Humm, Jamie? Your visitors are still here, you know..." Sirius warned him.
James stopped the kiss enough time to mumble "don't care" before deepening it.