Unwanted or Improper
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Thanks to: Clara Clog, TheSecretCharacter, potts, NatalieJ, penny, Kateri1, Amanda Saitou, emma, Craw/Brad, Lady Lightning, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, Winnie2, HecateDeMort and lighted eagle.
ataraxis: I know, I didn't do it on purpose. I've put it in now. I'm so ashamed ducks head. Thanks for telling me and thanks for the review!
The-Magnificent-Fuzzy: How could they?! That sucks. Thanks for your review!
curlytop: Moral - relating to principles of right and wrong.
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yet another author: Email me anytime! I'm cool to chat and stuff. I know, I'm so amazed by how many reviews I'm getting! Thanks!
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Chapter 11
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At fault: Deserving of blame; guilty - admitted to being at fault.
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"Kill her." Voldemort gestured at Petunia Dursley, whose terrified screaming was piercing. A masked Death Eater stepped forward and raised his wand.
Harry covered his ears. He didn't want to hear it.
"Avada Kedavra." A flash of green and Petunia's body crumbled to the ground, soon forgotten as Voldemort turned to Vernon.
"It is a shame I have to kill you before Potter is here but time is running short. Muggle, do you know why you are going to die?"
Vernon, through his trembling terror, managed to spit out a few words fueled by hate. "It's that blasted Potter boy!"
"Good." Voldemort lifted his wand and a few seconds later, "Crucio!"
Harry screamed.
And he awoke. It was dark but it was late morning, the dungeons allowed little light in. There was no one here to wake him up from his nightmares. Harry dropped back down again.
They were dead. The Dursleys had finally met a horrible fate. And it was all because of him. He wasn't sure what to feel. Because he hated the bastards, but they were his family. He had to 'mourn' them because of obligation. That sounded so awful.
Harry turned over. He'd have to get up and tell Dumbledore later, but right now all he wanted to do was to lay in this dark room and not get up for a long time. He hurt all over.
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"I am the bearer of very bad news, Severus."
"Tell me now, Albus, you can not make my day any worse."
"The Dursleys have been murdered by Voldemort."
Severus' eyes widened the slightest bit. "Potter's relatives?" He asked calmly.
Dumbledore nodded the affirmative. "Early this morning. It appears he did not wait for Harry to arrive home. There must be a reason for this. I take it you were not informed?" The question seemed casual and almost rhetorical but Snape knew Dumbledore was not a force to be reckoned with.
"I heard nothing of it, neither did Lucius apparently. The Dark Lord is becoming selective in what he gives away. It does not necessarily mean he suspects myself but I should practice caution."
"I am not prepared to send you to him if you are in any danger."
"With all respect, Albus-"
"I agree, you have control of your own life, but are we to risk Mr. Potter's also?" Snape scowled at being interrupted, though he understood what the old man was saying. He was in no position to risk Harry's life. Not for something that now seemed as pointless as being a spy now seemed.
"I may still be able to access the new inner circle."
"You've been excluded for a reason. Tom is smarter than we've ever judged, we'd do well not to underestimate him." Albus stroked his beard, his eyes weary. The staircase began to shift. Snape blinked. "Mr. Potter has arrived." Severus felt his stomach sink.
"Hello Headmaster." Harry greeted Albus with a nod and a half-hearted smile. He sat on the chair without being asked.
"Harry, I have some bad news," Dumbledore began in a similar fashion as before.
"The Dursleys are dead." The tired voice of Harry finished. He winced when both men stared at him. "I know. I had a vision."
"And you did not notify the Headmaster immediately?" Snape all but growled.
"I'd just been through the Cruciatus Curse, I wasn't exactly in the best of health, Severus," He deliberately used the man's given name. "what was I meant to do?"
"That's quite okay Harry, why don't you take classes off today. Severus, if you'd be kind enough as to escort Harry back to your rooms? There will be a meeting after dinner."
Snape left the room, Harry following behind.
"Are you not upset at the loss of your relatives, Potter?" Severus fought with his curiosity but he was receiving strange vibes from the other.
"They were just that, Professor, just relatives." And the dullness in the voice was there again. A confused sort of feeling.
Just relatives? What did he mean? Snape left it though, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
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"The man is dangerous! He's a well known Death Eater, he can't just waltz in here! He could be a spy!"
"Calm down, he's safe." Snape sneered. Moody just fixed his eerie stare on Dumbledore.
Dumbledore sat at the head of the table, his gaze encompassing all of them.
"There is no doubt about Lucius, Albus, shouldn't we be discussing the Dark Lord?"
"Severus is right, Lucius is not a large worry at this time, Voldemort is. If he found Mr. Potter's home, why did he not wait for Hogwarts to let the students go? He is hurrying for a reason. Severus, are you sure he is not aware of the bond?"
Severus nodded sharply. He could only imagine Voldemort's glee at the fact. The man would have to act before himself and Harry were bonded completely. Because once the bond was fully activated the odds of Voldemort being able to kill his enemy were very small.
Albus sighed. "Severus, understand me in this, you are not to return to him when he summons you." The order all turned to look at Snape.
"But Albus-"
"There is too much at risk, I can not allow you to return."
"That is completely-"
"Four days, Severus. You have four days."
Severus felt himself tense. "Fine." He left before he could be dismissed. He felt the eyes of the order follow him. Damn all the bastards.
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Snape was sick of this. Potter had been silent and brooding all day. He would sit on the couch, in front of the fireplace, pretending to read a book and failing miserably.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. Severus couldn't concentrate on anything but on what the boy was feeling. He had no doubt that he would be incapable of brewing a potion. He sat on the chair that gave him a good view of the other's face.
"Potter, don't you think you've had enough of this?"
Potter looked at him with a forced indifference. "Enough of what?"
"They're dead, they're not coming back, Voldemort murdered them like he did your parents. But you are upset for more than that reason and while you have the right to grieve and mourn the loss you are doing neither. Explain." Severus made sure not to voice the order as a request or suggestion.
Harry stared at him for a moment before dropping his gaze to the book once more, finding it easier to not look at the man.
"The Dursleys weren't the nicest of people, actually they were complete bastards. They hated me and I hated them. I was expected to be grateful for their 'hospitality' when I wasn't even treated like a human being. They called my parents freaks. All witches and wizards were freaks to them. Now they're dead, it's because of me. Just like my parents. I'm supposed to be crying my eyes out I think and I can't even be sad about it. That's not normal."
Harry found he couldn't say anymore. His headache was getting worse.
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Snape sat in silence. How could he have forgotten what Potter had told him about the Dursleys? Did he just ignore it? He knew exactly what the 'just relatives' comment was about.
"Potter- Harry, are you telling me that it my fault my parents died?"
Harry dropped his book. "What? No! What?"
"Well it seems that is precisely what you are telling me. My parents were killed by aurors because when I betrayed the Death Eaters the ministry had me under veritaserum. I was called to reveal quite a few of the higher ranking Death Eaters."
"That wasn't your fault! It was veritaserum!" Snape was surprised the boy hadn't other arguments. After all, he had converted to the light from the dark.
"But then Potter, you are much more indirectly involved in James and Lily's deaths."
"Voldemort wanted me!"
"You were an infant and you should know, unless you have a more inflated view of yourself than I had previously thought, that an infant could hardly have control over any of that."
"What about the Dursleys?" Harry asked quietly.
Severus shook his head. "You were in school. You had no way of knowing what was going to happen. Your foresight is no better than that of Sibyll Trelawney."
"They are my family."
"They are your relatives, Harry, just relatives." He repeated what Potter had said earlier with a slight sadness.
Harry didn't say anything. Snape thought for a moment and then decided what to do.
He stood, catching the attention of his bonded, and walked over to the cabinet in the far corner of the room. He took one bottle, thought again and took two more.
"This, Potter, is why I would not be considered a good care-giver." He placed the three bottles on the table between them. "Feel free. It's a good cure for headaches."
Harry sat perfectly still until Snape popped one open and lifted it to his lips.
"Shouldn't you use a glass?" Harry suggested, surprised. "If that's what I think it is, even Sirius can't hold it very well."
Severus laughed, making Harry jump a little. "The mutt can't hold alcohol at all."
Harry tentatively opened a bottle and took a sip. It burned down his throat, causing him to cough, he made a face of disgust.
"This tastes horrible!"
"The best stuff always does," Snape had watched the whole scene with a lot of amusement. "But believe me, it will help you feel better."
"Not if I have to face Hermione and Ron tomorrow with a hangover." Harry muttered, shaking his head. He took another sip anyway.
By the end of the night neither of them were in the least bit sober, but both had no worries. And later, when another bottle had made it's way out, Severus rubbed Harry's back as most of his stomach leapt out of his mouth.
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ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Thanks to: Clara Clog, TheSecretCharacter, potts, NatalieJ, penny, Kateri1, Amanda Saitou, emma, Craw/Brad, Lady Lightning, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, Winnie2, HecateDeMort and lighted eagle.
ataraxis: I know, I didn't do it on purpose. I've put it in now. I'm so ashamed ducks head. Thanks for telling me and thanks for the review!
The-Magnificent-Fuzzy: How could they?! That sucks. Thanks for your review!
curlytop: Moral - relating to principles of right and wrong.
Wildfire2: Yeah, there are only a few more days and Harry will be getting nervous. Thanks! I'll email you right away!
yet another author: Email me anytime! I'm cool to chat and stuff. I know, I'm so amazed by how many reviews I'm getting! Thanks!
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Chapter 11
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At fault: Deserving of blame; guilty - admitted to being at fault.
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"Kill her." Voldemort gestured at Petunia Dursley, whose terrified screaming was piercing. A masked Death Eater stepped forward and raised his wand.
Harry covered his ears. He didn't want to hear it.
"Avada Kedavra." A flash of green and Petunia's body crumbled to the ground, soon forgotten as Voldemort turned to Vernon.
"It is a shame I have to kill you before Potter is here but time is running short. Muggle, do you know why you are going to die?"
Vernon, through his trembling terror, managed to spit out a few words fueled by hate. "It's that blasted Potter boy!"
"Good." Voldemort lifted his wand and a few seconds later, "Crucio!"
Harry screamed.
And he awoke. It was dark but it was late morning, the dungeons allowed little light in. There was no one here to wake him up from his nightmares. Harry dropped back down again.
They were dead. The Dursleys had finally met a horrible fate. And it was all because of him. He wasn't sure what to feel. Because he hated the bastards, but they were his family. He had to 'mourn' them because of obligation. That sounded so awful.
Harry turned over. He'd have to get up and tell Dumbledore later, but right now all he wanted to do was to lay in this dark room and not get up for a long time. He hurt all over.
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"I am the bearer of very bad news, Severus."
"Tell me now, Albus, you can not make my day any worse."
"The Dursleys have been murdered by Voldemort."
Severus' eyes widened the slightest bit. "Potter's relatives?" He asked calmly.
Dumbledore nodded the affirmative. "Early this morning. It appears he did not wait for Harry to arrive home. There must be a reason for this. I take it you were not informed?" The question seemed casual and almost rhetorical but Snape knew Dumbledore was not a force to be reckoned with.
"I heard nothing of it, neither did Lucius apparently. The Dark Lord is becoming selective in what he gives away. It does not necessarily mean he suspects myself but I should practice caution."
"I am not prepared to send you to him if you are in any danger."
"With all respect, Albus-"
"I agree, you have control of your own life, but are we to risk Mr. Potter's also?" Snape scowled at being interrupted, though he understood what the old man was saying. He was in no position to risk Harry's life. Not for something that now seemed as pointless as being a spy now seemed.
"I may still be able to access the new inner circle."
"You've been excluded for a reason. Tom is smarter than we've ever judged, we'd do well not to underestimate him." Albus stroked his beard, his eyes weary. The staircase began to shift. Snape blinked. "Mr. Potter has arrived." Severus felt his stomach sink.
"Hello Headmaster." Harry greeted Albus with a nod and a half-hearted smile. He sat on the chair without being asked.
"Harry, I have some bad news," Dumbledore began in a similar fashion as before.
"The Dursleys are dead." The tired voice of Harry finished. He winced when both men stared at him. "I know. I had a vision."
"And you did not notify the Headmaster immediately?" Snape all but growled.
"I'd just been through the Cruciatus Curse, I wasn't exactly in the best of health, Severus," He deliberately used the man's given name. "what was I meant to do?"
"That's quite okay Harry, why don't you take classes off today. Severus, if you'd be kind enough as to escort Harry back to your rooms? There will be a meeting after dinner."
Snape left the room, Harry following behind.
"Are you not upset at the loss of your relatives, Potter?" Severus fought with his curiosity but he was receiving strange vibes from the other.
"They were just that, Professor, just relatives." And the dullness in the voice was there again. A confused sort of feeling.
Just relatives? What did he mean? Snape left it though, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
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"The man is dangerous! He's a well known Death Eater, he can't just waltz in here! He could be a spy!"
"Calm down, he's safe." Snape sneered. Moody just fixed his eerie stare on Dumbledore.
Dumbledore sat at the head of the table, his gaze encompassing all of them.
"There is no doubt about Lucius, Albus, shouldn't we be discussing the Dark Lord?"
"Severus is right, Lucius is not a large worry at this time, Voldemort is. If he found Mr. Potter's home, why did he not wait for Hogwarts to let the students go? He is hurrying for a reason. Severus, are you sure he is not aware of the bond?"
Severus nodded sharply. He could only imagine Voldemort's glee at the fact. The man would have to act before himself and Harry were bonded completely. Because once the bond was fully activated the odds of Voldemort being able to kill his enemy were very small.
Albus sighed. "Severus, understand me in this, you are not to return to him when he summons you." The order all turned to look at Snape.
"But Albus-"
"There is too much at risk, I can not allow you to return."
"That is completely-"
"Four days, Severus. You have four days."
Severus felt himself tense. "Fine." He left before he could be dismissed. He felt the eyes of the order follow him. Damn all the bastards.
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Snape was sick of this. Potter had been silent and brooding all day. He would sit on the couch, in front of the fireplace, pretending to read a book and failing miserably.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. Severus couldn't concentrate on anything but on what the boy was feeling. He had no doubt that he would be incapable of brewing a potion. He sat on the chair that gave him a good view of the other's face.
"Potter, don't you think you've had enough of this?"
Potter looked at him with a forced indifference. "Enough of what?"
"They're dead, they're not coming back, Voldemort murdered them like he did your parents. But you are upset for more than that reason and while you have the right to grieve and mourn the loss you are doing neither. Explain." Severus made sure not to voice the order as a request or suggestion.
Harry stared at him for a moment before dropping his gaze to the book once more, finding it easier to not look at the man.
"The Dursleys weren't the nicest of people, actually they were complete bastards. They hated me and I hated them. I was expected to be grateful for their 'hospitality' when I wasn't even treated like a human being. They called my parents freaks. All witches and wizards were freaks to them. Now they're dead, it's because of me. Just like my parents. I'm supposed to be crying my eyes out I think and I can't even be sad about it. That's not normal."
Harry found he couldn't say anymore. His headache was getting worse.
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Snape sat in silence. How could he have forgotten what Potter had told him about the Dursleys? Did he just ignore it? He knew exactly what the 'just relatives' comment was about.
"Potter- Harry, are you telling me that it my fault my parents died?"
Harry dropped his book. "What? No! What?"
"Well it seems that is precisely what you are telling me. My parents were killed by aurors because when I betrayed the Death Eaters the ministry had me under veritaserum. I was called to reveal quite a few of the higher ranking Death Eaters."
"That wasn't your fault! It was veritaserum!" Snape was surprised the boy hadn't other arguments. After all, he had converted to the light from the dark.
"But then Potter, you are much more indirectly involved in James and Lily's deaths."
"Voldemort wanted me!"
"You were an infant and you should know, unless you have a more inflated view of yourself than I had previously thought, that an infant could hardly have control over any of that."
"What about the Dursleys?" Harry asked quietly.
Severus shook his head. "You were in school. You had no way of knowing what was going to happen. Your foresight is no better than that of Sibyll Trelawney."
"They are my family."
"They are your relatives, Harry, just relatives." He repeated what Potter had said earlier with a slight sadness.
Harry didn't say anything. Snape thought for a moment and then decided what to do.
He stood, catching the attention of his bonded, and walked over to the cabinet in the far corner of the room. He took one bottle, thought again and took two more.
"This, Potter, is why I would not be considered a good care-giver." He placed the three bottles on the table between them. "Feel free. It's a good cure for headaches."
Harry sat perfectly still until Snape popped one open and lifted it to his lips.
"Shouldn't you use a glass?" Harry suggested, surprised. "If that's what I think it is, even Sirius can't hold it very well."
Severus laughed, making Harry jump a little. "The mutt can't hold alcohol at all."
Harry tentatively opened a bottle and took a sip. It burned down his throat, causing him to cough, he made a face of disgust.
"This tastes horrible!"
"The best stuff always does," Snape had watched the whole scene with a lot of amusement. "But believe me, it will help you feel better."
"Not if I have to face Hermione and Ron tomorrow with a hangover." Harry muttered, shaking his head. He took another sip anyway.
By the end of the night neither of them were in the least bit sober, but both had no worries. And later, when another bottle had made it's way out, Severus rubbed Harry's back as most of his stomach leapt out of his mouth.
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