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A Master's Servant	By : Sayan Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 10: In which various vows are made
Lucius Darien Malfoy, Governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and arrogant aristocrat all around was at the end of his wisdom. The floo-network between Snape manor and the Malfoy estate had been opened fully so he could enter his own house as easily as if he was able to go from one room to the other here. Narcissa was satisfied. Draco was driving the professional quidditch coach Lucius had hired as an early Christmas present nearly insane. On this front everything was fine.
And his newest responsibility Harry Dursley was sulking.
The blonde snob would never lower himself so much and enter the servants quarters but a very nervous driver had informed him that the boy never slept there. The whole household was in an uproar and quite disorganised because Severus' last deed before he disapparated had been to fire Walters.
Brass bell, shouting, sending messages up to the suite, nothing had brought Harry down and now Lucius was on his way up to Severus' rooms, not in his best mood, of course.
Harry was sitting crosslegged in the middle of his bed and was reading a book. He hopefully looked up when he sensed another person but immediately went back reading when he saw the blonde.
"What is it with you? You are a servant, I am a guest. Serve." Lucius was in his best arrogant mode but it didn't impress the boy. "Your master made it clear that I am responsible for you during his absence."
Harry massaged his neck a little bit and then looked up. The clear and sharp bottle glass coldness in his eyes was a vast contrast to the usual dreamy-curious expression."Mr. Malfoy. I am not leaving the house and every other of my duties can be easily performed by a house-elf." The underlying bitterness in his tone made Lucius eyebrow raise slightly. But the boy wasn't finished. "Why would one of the main supporters of the Muggle Restriction Act show so much interest in a mere personal servant?" He picked up one of the books which were deposited at his bedside table.
Lucius knew the book. It was "˜Important Changes in the Law; The1980s'. "For a mere servant questioning my intentions in spite of knowing the regulations could be seen as very bold or very stupid." Lucius looked around.
This adjourning room was really not very big, just a lot of wardrobes and cupboards, a bed, a rug and the small table. Small snippets out of newspapers, mostly dealing with quidditch and some artwork were pinned to the wall above the bed and gave the room a personal touch.
"For a mere servant it should be vital to please his superiors."
Green eyes glazed over. "I don't think that shagging, forgive my crudeness, was in the job description of looking after me. Not that I have talent for it." The last part was muttered very silent and more to himself than to his visitor.
Lucius leaned against the doorframe. This was getting interesting. If he was right about the boy then shagging was not a feature anyways.
"First rule: exceptions are part of the rule. Secondly, if you are rich enough you can pass everything as a quirk. Bedding you would be an interesting feature but I am not dumb enough to underestimate my dear friend Severus and his talent for potions. I really don't want to get up one morning and find out that certain parts of my anatomy have rotted overnight or something equally disgusting."
That speech brought a little smile to Harry's face but he was still regarded with open distrust.
"And what was that about lacking talent?"
No reaction. He strode over to the servant and took the boy's chin into his white manicured hands, softly stroking his chin. Distrust turned to alarm.
"Boy. I gave my word and as long as Severus isn't back neither you nor I can leave this house and frankly, even after ten hours that is boring. I want to be entertained. Don't flinch—not THAT way." A last, regretful stroke over flushed cheeks and Lucius returned to his doorframe. A pity that he couldn't —Ah well. His needs could be fulfilled elsewhere but too lose Severus friendship was another thing. But he could get his amusement in other ways. The near inspection of the brunettes face had fuelled his curiosity. The boy had cried in the near past.
With a lazy flick of his wand he conjured a chair and straddled it. "I am in no way the kind of man to play confidant but I think I know the rules. And I've known Severus since our childhood. Your remark about talent was telling."
"Hmpf." Harry was still staring at him distrustingly.
"On the honour of my family name, I swear that the contents of this conversation will never be mentioned to another soul. Now, are you satisfied?"
Harry Dursley didn't show that he thought that Malfoy had gone crazy. Giving advice and being a confidant for a muggle, the world must be near the apocalypse but as dodgy as he found the oath on the family name (he had read enough about this family, oh yes!) maybe it could be positive for him. He shortly narrated what had happened the night before and then looked at the man questioningly.
Lucius needed all his experience to hide his amusement. He had a faint idea about Severus' motivations but that would not keep him from interfering.
"You must know that Severus is a teacher. He is on hiatus this semester. Bedding someone the same age as his students would feel awfully like paedophilia and you are roughly twenty years apart. We both know that body age and how old someone really is can be different. Sometimes I feel like two hundred years.
But my dear friend is not made of stone and he desires you, so"¦.."

It was really good that muggles were a very ignorant folk and that fashion was very open these days because otherwise the tall, lanky and black clothed figure would have caused an uproar in Surrey. It was still a very rural area with many farms and small towns, people were very religious and not just one grandmother made a cross and then a wide circle around the stranger.
Olson Winterthon and Brandon McWills were on their way home, each of them a bottle of beer in their hands. They were not so silently snickering about "˜the big bat' standing sourly in the middle of the pavement and staring disdainfully at the snow soaking his strange clothes. He was turning around, facing them.
"Excuse me, do you know where a Mister Remus J. Lupin has his residence?"
"Residence? Lupin?" Bran roared with laughter and nearly spilled his precious beer on the road, his companion was not doing much better.
"Looney Lupin.. Eh?" This guy's stare was really frightening. Bran poked his friend but before they could explain themselves old Mrs. Rivenhall interrupted them.
"Mr. Lupin is a very fine man even if he has not much wealth and you both should shut up. Instead of getting drunk on cheap beer you should try to read a book sometimes!" The culprits retreated hastily but not without a nasty remark. " Freakish guy, doesn't know that Goth looks stupid on everyone over thirty."
The round and motherly looking but very formidable woman smiled up at Severus. "I am sorry. Some people don't have any manners. I am Mrs. Rivenhall, the librarian of this town. I know Mr. Lupin very well, he is one of my most faithful customers."
Severus bowed slightly. "Madam, I am Severus Snape an old school eh- friend of Lupin. Would you be so kind to give me his address? I must say that it is very hard to get I have been searching for him for two days."
"A friend? That's fine, he really needs company. His house is near the forest, down this road. Turn left after the butchers and then go north. You cannot miss it."
The potions master thanked her and was on his way.
The two rowdies had followed the conversation out of a secure distance. Olly nipped on his beer (Gee, it tasted a little different) and grinned but the grin was shortlasted the way was his stomach growling?
The two men raced each other on their way to the smallest room of the nearest pub.

Remus Lupin was more than surprised when he opened his door. Severus Snape with snow in his hair and very wet looking was an unexpected visitor. The brown haired man ushered him into his small study and hastily put his books which were all over the place from a chair to his desk. Some drying spells later they were eying each other warily over a cup of tea.
Lupin had been in the same year as Snape but in a different house and to say that there was some animosity between them would be downplaying the facts. But that was long ago.
"I never expected to see you again, Severus. We didn't part on the most friendly terms. What can I do for you?"
"You are right, this is a business call. I am here to ask you to think back fifteen years."
Remus was playing with his quill. Very unusual call indeed. "Fifteen years. Why should I? That was a very painful time for me and I don't see how my memories could be of interest for you."
Severus looked at his host. Lupin looked tired and worn. This cottage, the potions master would call it a hut, was well groomed but showed clearly how little money the owner called his own. Lupin's light brown hair was peppered with white and grey streaks and his clothes were mended multiple times. Offering money would only anger the man, Severus clearly remembered the always tired, gentle and very proud schoolboy too well. So he had to think of a different strategy to get the others assistance.
"I guess that this house has a cellar for your other needs?"
"Is this a threat?" Yellow eyes began to glow ferally.
"Not at all, just an observation. I think that I should tell you a little story. Some weeks back I was walking down Knockturn Alley when a teenage wannabe thief attacked me, or so I first thought. No, don't interrupt me just listen.
"On closer inspection the supposed muggle teenager was running from his brother and a beating. I bought Harry Dursley and brought him home as my servant. I think yu know this boy."
Remus was sitting up straight, his eyes wide with shock.
"Ah, I see I got your attention. Now, am I right in the assumption that you were his tutor before he moved to London?"
"Harry. Yes, I was his tutor in a way his father was not the type of man to insist on a real education and offered my service for a very small fee. But what would you want with a boy?" The knuckles of the hand holding the cup were white.
"You have my word that I want him no harm, bodily or otherwise so calm yourself. This conversation must be kept secret, do you understand?"
"Your word? Well, I know from experience that you would never break your word otherwise I would be long dead and mouldering in Askaban prison for being what I am. Please don't misunderstand me but I will repeat my question: what would Severus Snape want with Harry Dursley?"
"I heard that you followed the boy and his family from Godric's Hollow. Tell me your reasons. Harry resembles your friend Potter."
Remus was very uncomfortable. "He does, doesn't he. He was a link, something to life for after James and his family burned to death at Halloween 81. Many muggle families moved because they heard the screaming and saw strange lights, they thought that something unnatural happened and were frightened. I saw Madeline Dursley and her toddler when they packed the lorry with their things and well..." He blushed.
Stupid Gryffindors. "Lupin, don't be a prude. What do you think Harry is?"
The blush deepened. "Isn't that clear? James was very much the ladies man and he had some rough times with Lily."
"You thought that the boy is Potter's bastard, a half blood wizard and kept an eye on him because you wanted to save something of your friend." This time he didn't suppress it. "Stupid Gryffindor. You never saw James and Lily's child, never wondered about the matching names."
"Only as a newborn and James called his baby boy Harold. And well, Harry is an often used name. We had an argument and they were under a notice me not charm after the first attack on their lives."
Severus leaned back and smiled. "Harry is no Dursley at all. He is a Potter, legitimate son of James and Lily Potter."
TBC
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