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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH12 AN: Silver Pixie: Thanks for the email expressing the love!
Book_addict_89: I think you, like others, weren't expecting me to update so quickly so missed the new chapter. The story is 22 chapters (plus epilogue) and I've done the vignettes and they'll probably be posted as two chapters so we're really only just at the half way point. Hope that helps with the sadness. And as for other stuff I have Glory Hole, Plan B, The Mage's Wish, Want, and a Weiss Kreuz story called The Long Game all being written. Plan B is probably at three fifths finished. I think it'll be posted next. And there will probably be a preview of it when I finish this. I really enjoyed NWHCE. Any other stuff in the pipeline?
Djaddict: Yes, Ron is a prime idiot. Sorry, but I did say at the start I was trying to follow DH and that a lot of character deaths that were in DH happen in my story too. So, expect more bad stuff.
And book_addict_89 again. Oh how I laughed at your concern over Dobby. Mwahaha! Indeed, because of that, here's this chapter. SP
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Chapter 12 – How Do You Sleep When You Live With Your Lies?
A few days later, with Ron to 'guide' them, the three had landed by the Burrow (not too close) and then begun searching the local area until the crazy house that could only have belonged to the Lovegoods came into view. Hermione had had no idea how they were going to apparate with Harry in his condition, but surprisingly Ron had known what potion to use. Luckily it was a common one and one they had plenty of stores of.
It had been Ron who had told Harry that he would need to take the potion any time he wanted to apparate for the first three months at least. He had shrugged when Harry and Hermione had gaped at him and had mumbled something about “I occasionally listened to Mum when she talked about babies.” Touched by the red-head's effort, Harry had nodded.
Now though, they were outside the Lovegood's home.
Harry rather liked the crazy design of the house. Not enough to want to live there, and certainly not with up to six children (his hand began stroking his stomach at the thought), but still, it had a cosy atmosphere.
Listening to Xenophilius going on about the Deathly Hallows amused Harry. They had quite enough to be getting on with chasing down horcruxes without going after bloody Hallows too. Although, if he did truly own Death's cloak of invisibility, then he was one step closer to being the Master of Death. He didn't want to master Death, well, other than to tell him to fucking leave Severus and their child alone, but he didn't think it would be likely.
As it was still the Christmas holidays (just), Harry had expected to see Luna pottering about, and had been disappointed not to. It had taken the wolf growling for him to wake up to the fact that something was desperately wrong.
“Mr Lovegood,” he said suddenly, cutting across Xenophilius' talking about some of the believed sightings of the Elder Wand, “where's Luna?”
“She's outside, fishing. I told you,” came the irritated answer.
“Then why didn't you put a cup on the tray for her too? Why is everything so dusty?” he stood up, annoyed and frightened and kicked the printing press accidentally. It spewed images of him as 'Undesirable Number One'. “And why am I suddenly your enemy?” he snarled, eyes amber.
“They've got Luna!” Lovegood sobbed. “They took her. And they won't give her back, all because I was supporting you! Please, you have to understand, she's all I've got!”
“I do,” Harry said, speaking gently. He did, too. He'd have done anything for the small blob currently growing inside him. He already loved it. “But I can't let you hand me over to the Death Eaters. You've called for them, I suppose?” How he was able to speak so calmly, Harry didn't know. But seeing the panic and fear on Ron and Hermione's faces seemed to make him aware that he needed to be in control now. Plus, he did have a wolf to help him.
“Yes,” Xenophilius sobbed, making Hermione gasp in terror.
“Harry,” she moaned.
“I know,” he replied shortly. “You're the brains of this outfit, Hermione. What do we do?”
“They think Ron is in bed with spattergoit, so he can't be seen. But we need to make sure the Death Eaters do see you as we leave; that way they'll know he was speaking the truth and maybe not hurt him, or Luna.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “So, upstairs?”
“Upstairs,” she affirmed, and led the way up.
They had only just made it into the large upstairs space when they heard two sneering voices mocking Xenophilius.
“What is it this time, you crazy bastard?!” the one asked, and there was a howl of pain from Luna's father.
“Want to swap another one of your mad inventions again? We warned you: nothing less than the Potter brat!”
“He's here!” Xenophilus sobbed, “Upstairs! I swear! Please, let me see Luna!”
“Yeah, right, you mad prat!” There was another howl.
“Wait a second, there is someone upstairs according to this.”
Hermione, Ron and Harry shared a look. They recognised the spell that the Death Eater had cast, and it would have told him that there were three people hidden away.
“Come out, Potter! The Dark Lord would love to meet you!”
There was cruel laughter, another yelp from Xenophilius, and then the creak as a robed figure began climbing the spiral staircase.
“Expelliarmus!” Harry roared, showing himself to the two surprised men. He had time to see a wand go spinning out of a pale hand and then he was ducking the other wizard's attack – the one he hadn't managed to disarm.
“Get down here you little bastard!” The Death Eater shouted at Harry, sending a spell into the floorboards and making them crack and pieces go falling onto the floor below.
“Fuck you, dick head!” Harry yelled back, “Go back and tell your precious little Dork Lord that you failed!”
“Y-you dare?!” The voice was getting louder and the top of a black cloak came into view. A pair of brown eyes saw Harry and Hermione, but not the magically hidden Ron. They grew impossibly wider as the three visible people just locked gazes for a long shocked span.
Then, a moment later, Hermione grabbed Harry's arm, left her leg sticking out for Ron to clutch and the three apparated away, leaving Xenophilus to hopefully survive the Death Eaters' disappointment.
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“Fucking hell! That bastard!” Ron gasped, flopping on the floor, still half covered with the cloak.
“He didn't have much choice, Ron. Think about if you were in his place and your family had been taken prisoner.”
“I pity any poor bastard who tried to take Fred and George prisoner,” Harry said, smiling.
They were back at the tent, and once the first flush of adrenaline wore off, they were all a little unsure of what to do next. Harry was interested in chasing after the Hallows, seeing as he already had one, and was willing to ignore the horcruxes. If he could really, truly, master Death, then maybe he could protect his loved ones and survive this mess. Hermione, on the other hand was all for following Dumbledore's instructions and finding the last few horcruxes. Ron, in a blatant attempt to get on her good side, was agreeing with her and nodding vigorously.
“Oh give it a rest,” Harry urged. His stomach was throbbing, despite the earlier potion he had drunk, and he just wanted to curl up in Severus' arms. The need was so strong he felt tears prickling at the back of his eyes and walked into his room before he embarrassed himself.
Sitting on his bed he sent a message to let his mate know he was all right. He lay back and idly stroked his child, trying not to let the annoying sound of a radio being tuned irritate him.
He failed.
“What are you doing?!” he snarled, seeing Ron crouching by the radio, muttering, and tapping the device with his wand.
“Whilst I was, you know, not here, I found out about this great radio programme – Potterwatch. It's all about you and about fighting the Dark Lord.” Suddenly Ron snorted with laughter. “You called him the Dork Lord to those Death Eaters! That's brilliant! Lee and Fred would love that!”
“Lee and Fred?”
“Yeah, Lee Jordan hosts it, and Fred helps. Oh, it's great! Just wait until I can get it to tune in.”
Nonplussed, Harry asked, “Why are you having a problem?”
“Well, it doesn't broadcast every night, or at a regular time, or even on the same frequency, and you need a password to access it. Bill was really good at guessing them, but I'm just saying any Order name I can, and hoping that'll do it.”
There was more confused and annoying white noise and then suddenly, “Aha! Got it! Password was 'Sirius'.”
And just like that the tent was filled with the bright, breezy voice of Lee Jordan. “Sorry we've been missing for a few nights, folks, but those friendly neighbourhood Death Eaters just wanted to visit. But we're back now and I'm here with Rodent-”
He was cut off. “Rodent?! I said Rapier, you berk!”
“Oh, right, fine. Rapier. So, you've been out collecting rumours about the Chief Death Eater?”
“Indeed I have, River. Now, people seem confused as they're saying he can kill just by looking at you...”
Hermione, Ron and Harry were all listening, smiles tugging at their lips at the warm, confident voices they could hear.
“...that's a basilisk. Easy mistake to make, I suppose. One's a ruddy great snake, the other's a ruddy great snake-faced git! Now, if the thing has legs, it isn't going to glare you to death, but if it is You-Know-Who then there's a still a good chance of death, so use your own legs people!”
The three listeners were laughing now, and smiled as the broadcast wound up.
“That was brilliant,” Harry said, “exactly what everyone needs with what's going on.”
Hermione shook her head, but she was grinning, “I only hope they're careful. You-Know-Who would kill them if he could.”
“Yeah, well,” said Ron with bravado, “he's got to catch them first, hasn't he?”
***
January slipped away.
Harry's change, even with Wolfsbane, was agony. He howled as he transformed into the wolf, whilst inside him, the tiny embryo was shifting too. Whimpering, he lay down on his bed, curling in upon himself and whined piteously until he fell asleep.
Waking up had been no better. As soon as the moon had gone, he shifted back, waking up and screaming – which woke up his two friends very unexpectedly – as he and his baby became human once again. Arms wrapped around his middle he shrieked in anguish as his child changed and stopped pulsating painfully inside him.
Shaking, tears streaked on his cheeks, Harry wobbled into the living room and then into their bathroom. He vomited and sank to his knees, sobbing.
Hermione came into the room and stroked his sweaty hair gently whilst he cried and moaned Severus' name under his breath, begging his mate to comfort him. The witch could only pet him, her own face wet with tears at his misery, as he slowly recovered from the full moon.
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CH12 AN: I can't claim the Dork Lord as my own idea. I like the Barry Trotter parodies, and Lord Valumart (as Voldie is known) is also called the Dork Lord at times.
Ch13 Preview: “Fuck you, you asshole!” Ron had shouted, arm raised to punch Harry. He had drawn back his fist but stopped at the last moment, aware that the other man was carrying a child.
“Bring it!” Harry snapped, taunting. He threw a solid punch at Ron, catching one of his eyes. “I bet you hit just as pathetically as Voldemort does!”
Ron's eyes went wide.
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