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Take Me To Your Arms	By : nekofreakz Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9

Harry's POV

Harry Apparated onto the front steps outside Sirius's house. He tapped the door once, with his wand. Once the door swung open, he quickly walked inside and slammed the door shut. Then Harry raised his arms up and let out a whoop of triumph which he had been withhold since he left Severus.

Merlin, the look on Severus's face! He grinned widely. The joy of dating!

The man probably got mad at him again for the stolen kiss. He chuckled happily. But it is so worth of it!

Harry flicked the light on. Grimmauld Place looked tidier now. Hermione had sent Dobby to clean it up yesterday.

I have to get something for Dobby later, he thought gratefully.

He was humming cheerfully as he went to his bedroom.

XxXxX

After took a shower and put on clean clothes, he decided to visit Moody. After all if the man didn't insist Severus to persuade him to come home, it wouldn't end up like this. The man deserved his utmost thanks.

XxXxX

Harry stood in front of Moody's house and knocked loudly at the door. It was a small house in a muggle neighbourhood. Since it was winter holiday, it was more likely that the old man was in his own house instead of his quarters at Hogwarts; besides becoming his advisor, Alastor Moody also started teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts after Voldemort’s demise. He didn't have to wait for a long time to confirm that.

He was soon greeted by a familiar gruff voice from behind the door. "Who's there?"

"It's me, Professor Moody," said Harry.

There was a short silence before the old man continued his questions.

"The last words I spoke to Harry Potter before he left?" asked Moody.

Harry smiled a little, amused at the old man's antics. Mad-Eye Moody didn't change even a bit since he left. He was still as paranoid as ever.

He coughed into his hand to hide his smile then repeated Moody's favourite words, "Constant Vigilance."

There was a sound of the door being unlocked and it was opened wide a few seconds later. Moody's mismatched eyes were focused on him. The old man produced a harsh laugh.

"Ye really came back, lad!" growled Moody.

Harry smiled, "Yeah, sorry for taking such a long time, Professor."

"Don't call me that!" roared Moody.

Harry almost flinched when he heard the sudden outburst.

"Err-," said Harry nervously.

"I'm no longer your Professor, Potter," growled Mad-Eye. "And it makes me feel old!"

Harry fought down the urge to laugh. Of all excuse, it had to be that one.

"Then what should I call you?" asked Harry, smiling.

"Alastor, Moody, Mad-Eye, just pick one," barked Moody. "Come in, Potter! It's too risky to discuss anything here!"

Harry blinked at that comment, Yep, he’s still good old Moody!

Harry walked into Moody's house. This was the first time he ever visited the old man's house. It fulfilled his expectation or maybe even more. There were strange items here and there. Some of it was pretty intimidating and some was disgusting. It made him believe that it was infused with dark magic in it aka cursed items. It was better to keep his hand to himself.

Harry sat on the couch while Moody poured him some tea. He thanked him then accepted his cup. He took a little sip of it then stopped. It tasted bloody awful.

What the hell is this? Is it really a tea? He frowned, eyeing the contents suspiciously. It's not going to give me a stomach-ache, is it?

"Are you going to stay or go back there?" asked Moody, breaking the silence.

Moody’s normal eye was locked on Harry while magical eye spun around, making him a bit disoriented.

Harry blurted out confusedly, "Didn't you ask Severus to get me back here?"

Harry froze, silently berating himself for putting his foot in his mouth. Great, you’re such an idiot! He didn’t mean to call Severus by his forename. As far as Moody knew, he wasn’t that close to Severus. Now he feared Moody’s reaction to that.

Moody sat down, staring at his own teacup pensively.

"No, I didn't. Snape got you back, eh?" he said quietly.

Harry felt relief washed over him when Moody completely missed his accidental remark. Then after a few seconds, he blinked as Moody’s sentences finally dawned on him. Now that I really think about it, no way Moody would ask Severus!

Both of them regarded one another with certain animosity. They only tolerated each other at work. Harry smiled at the thought. It meant that for some unknown reason, Severus really did want him to come back.

Maybe he missed me, he grinned.

"It doesn't matter, here," said Harry cheerfully as he thrust a package toward Moody.

Moody looked at the package suspiciously.

"Don't worry, it's just a souvenir," said Harry, "I bought you a wand holder, consider it as a small token for all the works I had left to you."

"You don't have to get anything for me," growled Moody, "But thanks, lad!"

They talked a little bit about enrolment for new Aurors recruit. Harry agreed to discuss it with the Head of Aurors tomorrow. Then he excused himself, said about going to visit his friends.

XxXxX

The sun almost set when Harry stood before Ron and Hermione's house. The couple had acquired a small house not far from Hermione's parents. It was on a good neighbourhood. When he was heading there, he saw children playing happily in the park. He pushed on the bell's button. It rang a song that he didn't recognize. Hermione was the one that opened the door.

Harry briefly saw a blur of brown hair before he found himself suddenly caught in a tight hug that rendered him breathless, literally.

"'Mione! Can't breathe!" gasped Harry.

Hermione let him go then swatted him playfully. Harry grinned broadly at her. His friend didn’t change much except she looked more beautiful and happier now.

She examined him briefly then tutted with disapproval. "Oh, look at you! Thinner than ever!"

Harry chuckled and teased her about her future mother-in-law, "Careful, you begin to sound like Mrs. Weasley."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Come in, Harry."

Harry walked into the house and hung his coat in the rack. The living room has ivory-coloured walls and wood floor. The fireplace was burning low at the right temperature. He thought it was warm and cosy.

"Nice home!" praised Harry.

Hermione beamed brightly at him.

"You don't know how long it took me to convince Ron not to decorate it with red!" She shuddered. "Or orange!"

Harry laughed. He still remembered that Ron had decorated his room with "violent shade of orange", and posters of Chudley Cannons players covered nearly every inch of the walls. Ron was just as bad as him at choosing decent colour.

"By the way, where is Ron?" asked Harry curiously.

"He still on practice, but it will be finished soon," said Hermione, "He told me that he will go straight home."

Ah, home, he thought with a stab of jealously but quickly squashed the feeling.

He had no home, sure he got some place that resembled home but it wasn't his own. At some point of his life, he had dreamed to have his own home and family. A wife and child, he thought. That was before he knew that he had a mad wizard on his back. Voldemort changed everything. But now he was free to do as he wished.

I'll start with getting a home on my own, he swore inwardly.

"Take a seat, Harry! Do you want tea or chocolate?" asked Hermione.

Harry grinned as he flung himself onto the couch, "Chocolate, please!"

After the incident with Moody's tea, he was in no mood for more tea. He noticed a large ginger cat with a squashed flat face and bottle-brush tail in front of the fireplace. The cat lazily lifted its head to stare at him.

"Hullo Crookshanks," he said to Hermione's cat.

Sirius once said that Crookshanks was the most intelligent cat that he ever met. This was probably because the cat was part Kneazle. Crookshanks gave Harry a haughty look then went back to nap after realized that Harry wasn't going to give him any treat.

Harry chuckled. It was amazing that a cat could make him feel like a peasant.

Hermione passed him the mug and said that she had to go back cooking. So if he wanted anything, she was in the kitchen.

"You cooking?" said Harry, alarmed, "Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"Oh, ha-ha! Very funny!" She stabbed his chest with her index finger. "I'm a pretty decent cook now! You definitely have to stay for dinner!"

"Ouch, 'Mione that's hurt," he rubbed his chest dramatically.

She shook her head, amused then went back into the kitchen.

XxXxX

Harry turned on the TV and lounged lazily on the couch. He flipped through the channel without much interest while sipping on his chocolate. He was on channel 197 when there was a loud crack. Ron was back.

"Blimey, mate!!" shouted Ron, when the red haired man spotted him. "You didn't tell me that you were coming back!"

Harry had asked Hermione not to tell Ron. He wanted to surprise him.

He put the mug in the table then grinned, "Hi, Ron."

Ron took place beside him on the couch. Harry pinched his nose. The red haired man smelt like a sweat.

"Ew, Ron, you stinks! Don't get near me!" he scooted away from his best friend.

Ron grinned then trapped him in a hug.

"Ron!" growled Harry in protest.

He struggled to get away from the man. Ron wouldn't even budge. The red haired young man had transformed into a giant while he was away.

"HELP! 'MIONE! YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND IS MOLESTING ME!" he yelled to the kitchen's direction.

Hermione poked her head out of the kitchen door to find out what the commotion was about.

"Tut, tut, Ronniekins! Go take a bath! Dinner will be ready soon," said Hermione sternly.

Harry turned his face to Ron after the young man released his hold on him.

"Ronniekins?" choked Harry, his eyes widened with mirth.

Ron glared hotly at him. Harry burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

"Ronniekins? Go take a bath!" he mimicked Hermione then continued laughing hysterically.

"Oy, shut it!" Ron kicked his foot hard then stomped angrily out of the room.

"Merlin! It's hilarious!" gasped Harry. "Ronniekins? 'Mione?"

Hermione grinned at him. "At least I didn't call him, Won-Won."

Harry remembered that Lavender had called Ron that when they were going out.

Payback, huh? He thought amusedly.

"Please remind me in the future not to cross swords with you," said Harry.

Hermione snorted, "Make yourself useful, and help me with the plates."

"Aye, aye, Ma'am," he gave a military salute.

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen while Harry trailed behind her.

End of Chapter 9

A huge thanks to my Beta, Cazzylove ^_^ And thank you to all readers for reviewing and reading this story *hugs* My response to your review can be read in the forum. I really hope you enjoy the interaction between Harry and his old acquaintances.. :D As usual, any review will be welcomed very warmly XD
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