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Chapter List
- 1-Ch 1
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Ch 10.5
- 12-Chapter 10part 3
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He was wearing a glamour.
As far as Tom could tell � a full-body glamour, which in and of itself was an unusual thing to
employ. Severina looked exactly as sHe had the previous evening, therefore the
glamour could not be there for enhancement.

What then was the potions master seeking to disguise?!
�
The troubling thought stopped him in his tracks.

Long years of avoiding death in all its myriad forms had honed his senses to a
fine point and right now they were screaming and whistling bells and alarms
that he determine the precise nature of what was presently being concealed before he allowed himself to be rendered
unconscious and magically interfered with.
...The prospect of being interfered with..

�Tom??�

He blinked and turned to look at Harry, who had stopped also and was looking at
him with concern.

�...We don�t have much time right now. This whole ..er...treatment.. � well
it�s really risky and everything has to happen at the right times. We need to
get showered and stuff to get into the pod on time � it�s been prepared with
just enough time for us to get ready. If we hang around too long then it�ll be
ruined and we�ll have to wait for the better part of the day for a new one to
be made.�

He tugged gently on Tom�s hand in a �come on� gesture.

Tom glanced down at the fingers that Potter was trying to
twine with his own in a revoltingly intimate gesture. With a frown he shook the
boy�s grasp from his own and turned fully to dedicate all the attention to the
matter at hand that Harry obviously
did not wish him to attend to.

Severus..Severina�s back was to him as s/he fussed over a large number of
phials on the small wheeled table that stood to the side. The �assistant�, Herman,
however was watching him with unease, wringing his hands in a manner that
looked entirely unconscious. This fellow would not excel in muggle Poker, Tom
felt.

Something was blatantly wrong here.

�Tom!� Harry�s appellation was more
insistent now.

�Severus...� he purred, ignoring the boy at his side entirely. �I require a moment of your undoubtedly priceless
time. At once.�
The small shoulders stiffened in a barely perceptible
manner. �My Lord?� she responded disingenuously, still not turning to him. Now
that he was fully awake and cognisant of his surroundings he could hear that
her voice was not quite right either.

Unwilling to tolerate any longer the unsettling ignorance of what was going on,
he was at the small girl�s side in four swift strides, before the other two in
the room could react, and dragged the...oddly incorrectly textured body around
by one arm.

The arm in his hand was far broader than the one in his vision. It bore taut
muscle and tensed against his fingertips as he grasped it.
The eyes...

It was difficult if not nigh impossible to convincingly glamour eyes. Moreover
in this case he had the disturbing sensation of faint vertigo that was evoked
by strong discrepancies between a live organism glamour and the structure it
covered. The figure he grasped in his hand was significantly taller than the
small girl into whose vacant and lifeless brown eyes he was currently staring.
�We don�t have time for this!� Harry growled behind him
tensely and he became aware that the strawberry blonde assistant had his wand
drawn and, trembling slightly, held it upon Tom with a resolute expression.
�What is �this� exactly?!�
he snarled back, without sparing the deceitful wretch a glance. �What are you
hiding from me now, Harry? � Only yesterday I recall you promising to reveal
all of your secrets.�
There was no immediate reply although the bespectacled blonde
wizard at the side raised his wand slightly as though he meant now to cast upon
Tom.
Tom narrowed his eyes still further when the visible
portrayal of the rather larger specimen he currently held turned its glamoured
face toward Harry � a glamoured face which was likely somewhere around the
middle of the real male's chest, if he could trust what his fingertips were
relaying back about the size and probable gender of the individual.� Even with its dead eyes, the expression of
rancour and unvarnished hate was conveyed well enough by the glamour.
�Well?� What
now?� I went along with your ridiculous
plan even though he already told you it wouldn't work!� You can't blame me or him for this!�
The voice was not Severina's.� Nor was it that of Severus, as Tom had known
him.� More than this though... the very
articulation of the words was distinctly unlike Severus.� This was not the potions master.�
Yet it was very faintly familiar, he thought.� Impossible to place it but he suspected he
had met this person at some point in the past.�
Perhaps it was another of Potter's little friends � although that
wouldn't explain the hate he evinced.� No...
The �he� in this case seemed to suggest that it might be one of Severus friends, impossible as that
seemed.� In all the years he had known
Severus, man and boy � he never had seemed to have anything more than
associates.� Certainly nothing that would
engender actual loyalty for the man.
The 'chosen one' snarled suddenly and spat back �I can
blame him for this and a lot more besides, you bloody poisonous little twat!� You blew it!�
Tom actually startled slightly at the sheer magnitude of
the change in Harry's appearance.� It was
as if he had shaken off the wheedling, pleading subservience like an old
cloak.� He radiated command
now.�

Furious, righteous wrath...and command.

It was astounding and disturbing at once.�
He felt himself reluctantly allocate a few more grains of respect to the
green eyed Adonis.� It was of course
unforgiveable that the boy had connived him into a false sense of security again
� however it was also difficult for a consummate Slytherin to disdain such
skill and finesse in manipulation, even if used upon oneself.�
�If you want your master...or whatever the fuck he is to
you...to survive the night, you'll get out of my sight now and get on with the
rest of the prep � and don't make it worse for yourself by trying anything
stupid.� I'm sure Severus has told you to
do something if given half a chance but I really wouldn�t advise
it.� You will be closely watched
the entire time.� If you deviate from the
process Severus gave us; if you so much as hesitate and someone thinks
you might be planning to screw with something � there will be no mercy.�

He ended the furious warning with a curt nod to the wanded male, whose wand had
at some point in the last few minutes shifted to level itself upon the male
glamoured as Severina.
�Go with him, Herman, and make sure he does exactly
what he's supposed to do.� I have to
speak to Tom�
The strawberry blonde nodded uncertainly back, but his
blue eyes flicked between Tom and Harry communicating clearly his reluctance to
leave his commander alone.�

Tom forcibly subdued his own violent seething somewhat.�

Obviously explanations were to follow.� A
small measure of calm would be needed to acquire them without the fellow with
the nervous mannerisms and twitchy wand hand hanging around to uneven the
playing field.�
�Har-� the blonde man started.� It only took a sharp glance from Harry to cut
that protest off and cause the other man's lips to thin in a frustrated and
annoyed manner that Tom decided was inexplicably female in nature.�
�Fine.� I'm sure you
know best then. Hopefully this will go better than last time you knew
best...� the man muttered insubordinately before gesturing with a flick of his
wand at the glamoured Severina.� �Come
on.� You heard him.� Out.�

Tom waited patiently until the door closed behind the two
and then, for good measure, he waited two more full seconds before
exploding.�
�WHAT THE BUGGERING FUCK IS THIS?!! �What was that...that... THEATRE that I was subjected to?!�
WHO was that and where exactly is Severus?!!� Explain to me, Harry, what PRECISELY has
happened between-....�

Tom paused, considering his last clear memories carefully

�-Between your little dance in the study and the present moment?! � Do you think me foolish enough to overlook
the effects of obliviation?� I know more
of the art than you will ever have the chance to learn and I WILL HAVE ANSWERS
FROM YOU!!�
The calm aura of command that the other boy displayed wavered
slightly at the mention of obliviation, as if he had not expected it.�� Something flickered through the
unnaturally bright green eyes - something that looked disconcertingly like
guilt.�
�Calm down.� Harry said softly and continued almost
apologetically.� �I�m sorry! You need to
stay calm because heightened emotions can disturb the transformation process �
assuming you still do want to go through it.�
I've gone to some length to make it possible for you, you see.� It would be a waste to find out you've
changed your-�
�DON'T TELL ME TO BE CALM!�
-AND DON�T SIDESTEP THE ISSUE!!� ANSWER MY PERFECTLY REASONABLE QUESTIONS, YOU TREACHEROUS LITTLE VIPER!� Tom all but
screamed in the wretchedly pretty face, feeling his nails cut into his palms
within white knuckled fists that itched to reduce the prettiness of said face.
At this outburst, Harry did seem to flinch slightly
before subsiding somewhat with a sigh...
�Okay.� Okay... I'll
tell you.� Alright?� We don't have much time � I'm not making it
up � we've got about fifteen minutes to get everything done before the pod will
start to spoil and I have to be in it before then, whether you choose to
come along or not, so I'll explain quickly and briefly and that
will either be enough for you or it won't.�
...It's your choice if you do this.�
I won't make you do it.� I... I
won't make you do anything.�� �He ran a tired hand through his hair and
blinked in a way that Tom recognised well from his own mannerisms when
circumstances had required him to remain awake and alert far beyond his natural
body clock.�
Folding his arms Tom met the green gaze evenly.�� There was very little that Harry could say
now that would lead him to believe the little deceiver.� What remained to be decided was merely
whether he was prepared to risk whatever the little snake was keeping from him
on the possibility of regaining his magic.�

There was much that he was prepared to risk for the chance of that.�
Nevertheless...� He
could hardly wait to witness the majestic artifice of sugarplum dreams that the
boy would need to construct to explain away allowing him to be obliviated.� It would no doubt need to be a structure to
rival the floating palace of Curacao.
Harry seemed to struggle for a moment, as if he couldn't
figure out where to begin or what to reveal.
�Well... Ok... I... I apologise for the..the acting and
that whole...bit...� It-� Harry paused
again and his eyes swept the ground uncomfortably. �-It seemed easier.�
I knew if you knew you�d been obliviated you�d react... a lot like
this.� If you thought you were going to be obliviated, you�d probably
have screamed the house down and then taken off, dragging half the ministry
after you.�
Tom agreed privately but did not deign to gratify the
insulting appraisal with acceptance.� He
narrowed his eyes and pulled his lips into the faintest of sneers.
Harry sighed and seemed to grapple with some large
internal conflict.� His decision was not
favourable to him, it seemed, by the way he swallowed and then seemed to take a
large breath, as if to steel himself against a coming argument.
�We�re not in the safe house that you think we're in.� he started,
stealing a brief glance at Tom�s face between his frowning inspection of
everything in the room that was not his conversation partner.

�We're in the base.� Er... My base,
that is.� It's-..�

Tom caught a fleeting dart of the green eyes that might have conveyed
untruth.� He couldn't be certain.

�It's ...secret kept.� You witnessed the
secret and some of my.. my... fellow freedom fighters-� there was
a faint grimace here that Tom interpreted as the boy's acknowledgement that
even if he did not deign to call them so, they were his servants.

�-were unhappy about that.� Unhappy that
you saw the base at all really.� I was..
I was advised that it could cause a split within our forces.� Herman suggested that we could simply pretend
that we were still in the safe house and remove the knowledge that everyone was
bothered by, but still go through with the process.� That would keep everyone happy enough to
prevent a riot.�

�.It.. it was necessary -� Harry shifted his weight uncomfortably at
this point.� �-to come to the base
because Severus.. er..� betrayed us..
that is.. he betrayed me.�
Tom suddenly found himself smirking more widely than was
becoming in his present position as accuser and judge.� Moreover he discovered that his mirth was too
great to pull his expression back into the closed challenging snarl he had
previously worn.� If there was only one
thing he had learned to rely upon over the years, it was upon Severus Snape's
loyalty to his own interests.� If Harry
had deliberately placed himself between Severus and those interests, whatever
they happened to be, then such an outcome was inevitable.�
�Welcome to the exclusive club of Severus Snape's supposed
masters� he offered dryly. �I had thought you were aware of Severus nature? You
did comprehend that he betrayed both Dumbledore and myself in the end?�
�I thought I had him under control� Harry protested.� �He had to do what I said!� He literally couldn't disobey.� And.. and.. he cared for my mother.� And this whole movement was started by
him.� I thought he was loyal to something!!�
Tom snorted softly. �Under control!.. I cruciated him to
near catatonia on a regular basis for a period of years..� I held the threat of death over his head
since the age of fifteen and still I never truly had the man under control, evidently.�� ...What did you deny him then, that he
desired more than the principles he had fought for or the loyalty he felt to
your mother?��
He frowned suddenly as a shadow seemed to pass over his
heart for a moment.� Something like a
faint ghost of a missing memory.� As
desirous of knowledge as he had always been, he found he preferred to push this
odd tip of the tongue sensation away.

For the present, he told himself.� He
would examine it with more care later.�
Another time.� When his position
was more secure.� Not now.
�I.. � Harry floundered.�
�It doesn't matter.� He didn't get
it.�� And..we got him back.� He's in a holding cell.� He had an accomplice.� Apparently he turned him when he was still
with you and brought him out like the rest of us when Lucius launched his
coup.� I don't know the guy but I guess
you do.� Edwin Calico?� He's been like an apprentice to Snape or
something for the last year or so. �None
of us knew anything about him � he was holed up in Nepal, of all
places!�
The name did ring a bell now faintly.� Tom furrowed his brow.�

�A skinny red haired boy?� Rather large
nose?�
�That's him.� Bit of
a bratty tosser.� I'm sure they got along
famously.�
Tom smiled before he could stop himself.� It was an apt description.�
�-Anyway- He was the one who carried out the
process on Snape when he wanted his own 'skin' changed.� We'd all bought some bollocks about timed
release spells and muggle apparatus.� �After Snape invented this transformation
process, I guess he realised soon enough that he couldn't carry it out on
himself.� But luckily he already had his
little ace in a pocket over there to train up and flatter into obedience..�
Tom considered this.�
�And� now you obviously intend the
boy to carry out the procedure upon us both?� How many times has he completed it?� What exactly are you concerned that Severus
will do if you allow him to-�
With perfectly inconvenient timing, the door at the end of
the room opened in that moment and they both turned, expecting Herman the
nervous and insubordinate functionary or another similar character to burst in
interrupting.� What entered, however, was
a silvery pale patronus of an otter.� It
swam and gambolled fluidly through the air, looking delighted with the joy of
movement right up until it was within a metre of them both, at which point the
loud blaring voice issued from its mouth.�HARRY JAMES POTTER!� MOVE IT OR LOSE IT!�
The creature vanished like a soap bubble bursting.
Tom turned back to find the other boy grinning; his
expression soft and fond somehow.�
�You heard the Otter� he prompted.� �Moment of Truth, Tom.� Do you want to do this?� You can have your magic back.� You can kill Lucius Malfoy.� You can..� he swallowed �You can kill me, if
you want, when it's all over.� I won't
try to stop you.�
Tom snorted, tempted to roll his eyes at the brat's
irritating sense of the dramatic.� Obviously
he was going to undergo the procedure.�� A
risk-fraught life as a homeless muggle or a risk-fraught chance to rule the
wizarding world..� It was hardly a
difficult decision, even with the uncertain prospect of Harry's deceit.
�After you..� he gestured at the door.
Harry smiled with visible relief.� �Oh thank god.� I thought I was going to have to have someone
imperius you to do it.�
Tom froze in place, eyes narrowing upon the 'Saviour�s
back
Harry turned, looking back over his shoulder as he reached
the door.

He was grinning.

�...Your face, Tom.� Brilliant.� As if I'd do that.� I'm not you...� Come on � you can watch my fingernails be
torn out.� That'll cheer you up, surely.�
That would have seemed a delightful prospect a few years
previously, Tom mused to himself as he followed.� It somehow lost its attraction when it was
offered gaily by the proposed victim.��

The teeth and the nails were the first step in preparing them
both for the conversion.� It was not quite
as unpleasant as Harry had sold it, but it was hardly pleasurable.� Tom leaned to the side and spat a mouthful of
teeth into a metal bowl with a wet clinking sound while 'Herman' yanked at his
spell loosened nails with a pair of surgical steel pliers.� Those on his left hand were already lying in
the bottom of the bowl with his teeth.�
They had been pulled while he was waiting for the tooth loosening potion
to finish sinking in to his gums.�
'Surely they could simply be vanished'� he wanted to object, but could not as he
worked his tongue around the remaining teeth in his mouth, pushing them from
their soggy beds and spitting them into the bowl to join their fellows.�
Across from him, Harry was undergoing the same treatment
from Edwin � now no longer wearing a�
Severina glamour.
The boy was indeed quite reminiscent of a young Severus,
Tom mused to himself.�� Oh not in
appearance necessarily, although that nose was certainly large enough to
parallel the potion master's � it was in demeanour that the resemblance
lay.� This gangly youth with the dark red
hair wore a bitter thwarted mien like a badge of honour.� The world had mistreated him and he was
worthy of much more.� Etcetera.� It had quite suited the young Severus, who
had already had a rather romantic, gothic-tragedy air to his appearance.� Edwin's appearance rendered it merely sulky
and disproportionate.�
�Watff ih� he sniped at the impatient Herman, who had just
tugged a nail free that wasn't yet completely loose.�� The man in question ignored him pointedly
while glaring at his remaining two nails as if the sheer force of his will
could make their beds soften more quickly.�
Harry grinned gummily and winked at him as he spat another
tooth into his bowl.�
�I'm duh' � go-ih to fower.� � We don� haff tih� - Juth leh- hi' yang
em.� You've been fru worfs�
Tom translated this mentally and scowled more deeply.�

Yes.. he had possibly been through a lot worse than having a couple of nails
pulled out with pliers.� That didn't mean
of course that he would embrace pain when a couple of minutes could avoid it
completely.
Harry started tearing off his clothes uncaringly even as
he walked away in the direction of the partitioned area of the lab which housed
the shower.�
Fuck it.
�fine.� he growled somewhat indistinctly and flicked with
his fingers at Herman impatiently.

�do ih!.�
The resulting bloodthirsty wrench brought tears to his
eyes.�

�Fuh!� he hissed, clenching them shut.��

At least Herman didn't hang about.� The
second nail followed the first in quick order and then the man was getting up
and dragging Edwin off toward the other end of the long room.�
That end had rather fascinated Tom when he first stepped
in here.
Or rather � the 'pod' had.�
It was a massive semi translucent white capsule that
floated, glowing, in mid air and rippled gently all over as if in reflection of
some strange internal currents.� It was
rather attention grabbing.
His trousers were shucked with impatience en route to the
shower, where he could hear Harry already washing himself.�
He was leaving a trail of red droplets from his fingers
and, in the past, he knew this would have bothered him greatly.� One did not leave blood around where other
witches or wizards might find and use it against one.�

Now, however... �

Well.. his body was soon no longer to be his body and there were very
limited things one could do with blood if it no longer matched one's body.�
Harry looked around as Tom stepped past the
partition.� Soaking wet, with his hair in
dripping strands around his face and his healing bruises and scars on full
display, he was utterly stunning..
�I withh eh wah moah tih'� Harry complained wistfully,
looking back at him with a pained longing that Tom reminded himself was
probably simulated.
�You sound ridiculous�, he wanted to say, but knew that he
would only sound ridiculous himself if he tried to articulate it without
teeth.� This was a horribly undignified
state.
He stepped into the spray beside Harry and accepted the
yellow bar of sharply astringent soap from him.�

After a minute of attentively washing himself as quickly and thoroughly as he
could, he once again allowed himself to take note of the other boy's avid
attention.�

A raised eyebrow was sufficient inquiry.�
Harry seemed to sigh inwardly and shook his head
slightly.�

Nuth-ih.� Come oh'
At the pod, while their hair was removed and while the
various extremely thorough depilation and scourgifying spells were being cast upon
them, Herman made a final fruitless attempt to convince Harry that it was unwise
to put Tom through the process at all but that if he must be, then he
should be transformed separately.
�This is a bad idea, Harry!�� Professor Snape has only done a dual pod a
few times and Edwin hasn't ever done
it.� An explanation of how to do it is
not the same as experience!�
Harry just waved it off and ignored him.�
Eventually Herman blustered himself out and stopped,
although the concern remained with Tom.
This was more than usually dangerous.� They were attempting a procedure which
Severus himself had declared was, under ideal circumstances and undertaken
singly, extremely complex and risky � he had implied that the strength of one's
body could have an effect on whether one survived it � which implied
that a number of individuals had not survived it in the past and that he
had learned from these unfortunate cases.��
Harry had however, for
whatever reason, determined that it was less risky to undergo the process
with one novice potions master and one entirely untested servant than to
somehow try to force Severus to carry it out.

A rather more detailed explanation of just what had occurred between Severus
and Harry would be necessary as soon as this was over!
It was a little too late for second thoughts now
though.�� Tom believed Harry that the pod
they were thinking to use would..expire.. or cease to be useable if not used
within a certain time frame.�

The alternate options were unattractive.�
He doubted that Herman would agree to allow him to use the pod and have Harry
wait for another to be prepared..� There
was no way that he himself would allow Harry to use the pod and take it on
trust that he would be given another chance to undergo the process later.��
Not to mention what 'accidents' might befall Tom if Harry
were to be taken out of action for three days and he were to remain here with
the boy's servants.
Circumstances were apt to change suddenly.� His discoveries upon waking this morning were
evidence enough of that.� If he did not
seize this chance now, it was possible that he might not be granted another.

And Harry knew that.� And that was why he
was insisting that they use the pod together.�
It was the safest way to ensure that they were both turned, and that
nothing intervened in the one or the other case.��
He watched the boy around whom his life had inexplicably
orbited since before the brat's very birth.�
Without a micron of hesitation, Harry stepped through the gloopy
surface of the pod and gave a little half-jump, up into the gel-like medium.
Floating there with curled limbs, his eyes closed and his bald head shining, he
resembled nothing so much as a bizarre fully developed foetus.
�This is such a bad idea� Herman muttered again,
giving Tom a light push on the back in direct contradiction to his own
words.� �Get on with it then!� Get in so that we can spend the next three
days running ourselves ragged.�
With a very small smirk, Tom complied.�
Copying Harry�s entry was not difficult.� He found though that the medium inside the
pod was not entirely liquidlike, as he had expected it to be.� Neither was it..exactly.. airy..�
Rather, it had a strange weblike consistency, as if he were floating in
a glut of silk strands.�
At first he had felt panic as the urge to hold his breath
was overwhelming.� When he had eventually
been forced to take a breath though, he found that the one great gasping breath
was sufficient. It seemed to fill his lungs with the filaments till they felt
packed with cotton wool and he did not feel the need to take another breath
anymore.
Cautiously he opened his eyes.
They did not burn or hurt as they did when opened
underwater.� It felt strange, like warm
fluttery eyelashes against his own.
He looked up and met wide green eyes staring back at him.
Harry smiled and his smile held an edge of wonder.�� He reached out, tentatively, with one hand,
toward Tom's face.
�DON'T MOVE!!� came the panicked squawk from somewhere
outside the pod.� It filtered in as
though over distance.� �AND FOR MERLIN'S
SAKE DON'T BLOODY TRY TO TOUCH EACH OTHER!!� HARRY, HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT
IS TO TRY TO SET UP DIVISION WARDS IN A SPHEROID LIQUID MEDIUM THAT IS ITSELF
LARGELY COMPOSED OF WARDS!!�
JUST.. JUST... FLOAT!!� GO TO
SLEEP OR SOMETHING!!�
Tom watched the hand withdraw again while Harry wore again
that confounded wistful longing expression.
He closed his eyes and tried to obey Herman's
directive.�� Sleep, and the process would
be over in the blink of an eye, surely.
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