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"Why Me?"	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 88137 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
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Chapter 13:

Harry makes a new friend. A couple of them, actually.

Lying on the bed he shared with Sirius, Harry was just short of a real sleep, sliding into it from a deep doze. It was the kind of thing that you were far more asleep than awake and what was going on around you seemed part of the dream, rather than registering the way it normally did. He was tired, all there was to it. Because he didn't get much sleep the night before, what with the 'antlers incident' and all, he was planning to take a nap. Sighing, feeling the ache in his neck and shoulders diminishing, he drifted towards real sleep, ignoring the sound of the door opening.
Stepping into the room to see what he could do to work with Harry so he could get back in the good graces of the young man, Lucius kept quiet. Black had made it clear that Harry wanted to rest and to get some sleep, so the man was down in the kitchen with Lupin working on some project or other, he wasn't sure what.
Walking quietly to the foot of the bed, he then stood there, staring at the sleeping young man. Oh, this was a nice view! Harry was sprawled out on his stomach, appearing to be asleep, in nothing but a pair of boxers. Eyes raking up and down the visible flesh, Lucius gave an internal groan. Standing there, he thought the situation over. He wanted to do something to get in the young man's good graces, but also wanted to touch what he saw. However, he didn't think he could do both and get away with it.
Tapping a finger on his chin as his eyes were locked on all the exposed flesh, he thought over the situation then began to smirk. He came up with the perfect solution! It would allow him to do both. Smug over his own genius, he crawled up onto the bed and straddled Harry's firm arse then summoned a jar of massage oil. Dumping some in his hands and rubbing them together, adoring the smell of the oil, knowing it tasted just as good, he then, gently began to rub the young man's aching neck and shoulders.
Feeling his sore muscles being rubbed in the dream-like state, Harry all but melted into a puddle, moaning softly. Oh, this was good! He just wished he could have it done in real life!
Adoring the sound that produced, Lucius smirked and worked more, letting his hands trail down the shoulders and rub on the young man's back. Tightening his knees so that he could feel Harry's arse brushing up against him as he moved, he wasn't the least bit surprised when he felt his cock harden. No, he wasn't going to even attempt to press for that. No chance there. That would get him in a world of trouble he might never get out of. However, just the feeling of this was good and something he adored. Plus, it would fuel fantasies for the foreseeable future. A win/win situation if there ever was one!
Whimpering softly at the sensations of the hands rubbing his back, Harry began to smile. This was utterly amazing and felt wonderful. Though the world was still fuzzy as he was in that in between place, he thought, maybe, this was real because it seemed that way. He assumed it was Sirius doing it as it was something his godfather would do for him. He reminded himself to thank him for it later.
Smug over the reaction from Harry, Lucius fought the urge to chuckle. Oh, this was utterly perfect. He would just have to make sure Harry knew later on that he was the one to do this for him. Maybe then he might get in the young man's good graces. Then again, he could offer to do so again at some point and would be allowed to touch more. That could work quite nicely.
Looking down and watching the muscles work under the skin as he rubbed down the young man's back lower, Lucius inhaled deeply, adoring the smell of the oil. It was one he picked up long ago on a whim then found he adored. Not only was the smell of the dark chocolate flavoring in it tantalizing, he knew it tasted good as well, something that was intentional. Over his time, he had tried many such unguents, but the flavor of them was always lacking, not as pleasing as it should be. This one, though, tasted just as good as it smelled. As he rubbed the oil into Harry's lower back, feeling the young man quiver beneath him, Lucius couldn't resist the smell any longer. Sliding down, he leaned over Harry's body and let his tongue drag down from the base of Harry's neck all the way to just above the boxers, moaning at the taste of not only the dark chocolate flavoring, but the saltiness of Harry's skin that mixed in with it. Oh, that was wonderful! Tongue lingering at the waistband of Harry's boxers, he lapped up the oil, letting one hand drift up and caress down Harry's side. Though he wanted to push further, he didn't, knowing better.
Now fully awake from the sensations, Harry lay there with his eyes shut, moaning softly. Oh, Sirius was good at this. Then the bit with the tongue started. That was strange, he would admit that, as was the fact that Sirius wasn't saying anything, but he would go with it. Shivering at the sensations, he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder, about to say something to his godfather when he stopped, eyes widening at who he saw. Stiffening up completely, he yelped then bucked Malfoy off his back. Flipping over, and scooting back up against the headboard, plastering himself to it, panting heavily, he stared at the man, wide-eyed, panicking. “What do you think you're doing?” He managed to squeak out.
Alright, this wasn't good and Lucius knew it. Straightening up, he soothed, “Nothing to worry about, Harry, I assure you. I was just rubbing your back.”
“Yeah, well, back rubs don't generally involve using your tongue!” Harry stammered out, shaking his head.
“It's the oil I was using. It tastes wonderful. All that was,” Lucius assured him gently, making a placating motion.
Shaking his head vigorously, Harry didn't know what to do. His first instinct was to hide. As he tended to go with his instincts, he bailed off the bed then ran out the door, fully planning to find a place to hide from the pervert until he could get himself under control and not be so panicked. Then he would think this over and decide what to do.
Watching the young man vanish, Lucius sighed, shaking his head. Well, that could have gone better, that's for damned sure. He was also now dead on certain that Black was about to be up here howling at him and throwing spells shortly. Easing off the bed, he straightened his clothes and tried to decide what to do. He should go after Harry to see what he could manage to work with, but wasn't sure that might not end up worse. Decisions, decisions.

Holed up in one of small rooms on the second floor, one no one tended to go in, Harry was curled up in an old chair with his head in his hands, trying to think. This was a ruddy nightmare he didn't know how to handle, honestly. He also didn't know what to do to make it better. For now, he was just going to stay hidden for a while until he relaxed. Then he would go back to his room, get dressed and glue himself to Sirius for the foreseeable future. It wasn't the best plan in the world, he knew that, but it was all he had so he was going with it.
Just as he was starting to feel better, he heard the door bang open. Head coming up, eyes wide, not sure what was going on, but with the insanity that had plagued him since this whole mess started, he was understandably wary. Looking that way, he slouched, slightly relieved to see Kreacher flailing about with the ferrets clinging to him, playing and biting. Shaking his head, Harry sighed. Kreacher was not one of his favorite beings in the world, that's for damned sure, but no elf needed to tangle with the psychoferrets. Standing, he moved over to where the elf was struggling with the ferrets, trying to get them off his body and crouched down. Softly, he said, “Hold still, Kreacher, and I'll get them off you.” Then he began to remove the ferrets, telling the evil little monsters 'no' in a firm tone.
Though Potter was not his favorite person in the world, especially because of who he was associated with, Kreacher didn't know how to get the ferrets off himself. He had tried everything he could think of and it hadn't worked. So, he was going to let the boy do what he was. As bruised and battered as he was from the battle the day before, them crawling and biting made his injuries even worse.
Getting the ferrets off the poor elf, Harry summoned Dweeble. When the little elf popped in, he handed the two devil rodents over to her and said, “Put them in their cage and make sure they can't get out.” Seeing the sweet little elf nod vigorously then pop away, Harry looked at Kreacher and pulled his wand out. Seeing an apprehensive look there, he said, gently, shaking his head, “I'm not going to hurt you. I'll just fix the cuts they left.”
Stiff, Kreacher looked at him, eyes narrowed, but nodded. Potter had been nice about things for the most part so he was going to let him do that.
Quickly, Harry fixed what he could then looked the aging elf up and down. Sighing, he said, “That's the best I can do. The bruises and that I don't know how to fix, sorry.”
Looking down at his body, feeling better, Kreacher said, softly, “Mr. Harry is very nice. He fixed Kreacher.”
Smiling a little, Harry said, “Thanks.” Sighing, Harry stood up and flopped back down in his chair, curling back up.
Not sure what to do now, Kreacher looked at the teenager then asked, tone wary, “Why is Mr. Harry here alone? He is usually with Master.”
“I'm hiding from everyone for a while to destress.” Making a face, he sighed then added, “And keeping away from a certain pervert that I'm bonded to.”
“Mr. Lucius,” Kreacher observed, looking disgruntled.
“That's the pervert, yes,” Harry chuckled sadly, shaking his head. Shutting his eyes and leaning his head back, he added, “I'm beginning to understand why everyone drinks. If that makes dealing with some of this easier, I'm all for doing that at this point.”
“Mr. Harry doesn't like this situation,” Kreacher said quietly, shifting from foot to foot.
“It's not what any of us wanted,” Harry hold him, slouching. “It just happened. Sirius I can handle. He's good about it. Lucius—I can't deal with much more there.”
Taking that in, Kreacher nodded, looking at the teen. Thinking it over, he said, quietly, “Master's father had a special cup that helped him when he felt like this. Maybe Mr. Harry would like that?”
“What kind of cup?” Harry asked quietly, looking at the elf.
“It was special. It filled with any drink that you want. Mr. Harry can drink what he wants and as much of it as he likes. Kreacher can get it for you,” the elf offered.
Grinning a little, Harry nodded, “Alright. I think I'll try that. As long as it's not a trick.” This wasn't bad. If Kreacher was trying to make nice with him, he would allow him to. After all, that was one less insane faction to deal with in this mess. Besides, he honestly did feel sorry for the poor elf, he really did.
“No trick,” Kreacher told him with a firm shake of this head then popped out of the room, returning in seconds with the ancient solid silver tumbler that had runes etched on it. Handing it over, Kreacher said, “All Mr. Harry has to do is touch it with his wand and say the name of the drink he wants or the kind and it'll fill up.”
Looking at the cup, examining the runes on it, Harry shrugged and decided to give it a try. Tapping it with his wand, he explained what he wanted then watched the cup fill up. Taking a tentative sip of his first taste of booze, he grinned then nodded, “Oh, this is good! Thanks, Kreacher!”
Smiling a little, the house elf nodded. “Mr. Harry is very nice,” he observed quietly.
“You are too when you aren't trying to hurt someone,” Harry said, sipping more of the sweet drink. Quietly, he then began to talk to the elf while he drank.

Stepping into the bedroom again that he shared with Harry, Sirius shook his head. Harry still wasn't here, which meant something had probably happened and his godson was hiding somewhere. That he didn't like. He'd been looking for the young man for the last half an hour when he came up to check on him and he wasn't here. Glowering at the door to Lucius' room, he figured the perverted prat had something to do with this, but wasn't going to ask either.
Sighing and scratching his chin, he tried to think where Harry might be. He decided if he couldn't find him soon he was going to get Snape and Remus involved in the hunt to see what they could turn up. After all, it was almost supper time and Harry had been gone for he didn't know how long. Shaking his head, he tried to think of where he hadn't checked yet. He had already looked in the obvious places, but found no trace of him. After a couple minutes, he decided to cover all the rooms, top to bottom, then go from there. Once he told Dweeble to alert him if Harry came back, he decided to start in his mother's room and work his way down.
Stepping into the room Buckbeak stayed in, Sirius didn't expect to find Harry there, but was stunned to see his godson curled up to the hippogriff, resting against the creatures side with one of Buckbeak's wings draped over him. There was a goofy grin on his godson's face and he was clutching a cup of some kind that looked vaguely familiar. Though this was odd, he was relieved. Sighing, he said, “I was wondering where you went, Harry. I've been hunting for you for a while.”
“I'm fine,” Harry slurred out, looking at Sirius, a goofy grin on his face. “Buckbeak and my new friend are keeping an eye on me.”
Looking at his godson, eyebrows going up, Sirius stepped closer and asked, gently, “Harry? Have you been drinking?” It sure as hell sounded like his godson was drunk. Not to mention the look on Harry's face and a slight flush that usually accompanied the drunken state.
“Yeah,” Harry grinned, taking another sip from the glass. “It's good stuff. I think I can finally understand why you lot drink if it makes you feel this good.”
Stepping closer, eying the cup, wondering where Harry had gotten his hands on something like that, Sirius held his hand out for it and asked, gently, “Can I see that, Harry? And what are you drinking? More importantly, where did you get it?”
Pulling the cup back, sitting up, feeling wobbly, Harry shook his head and said, “My cup. Not giving it up. It was a gift from a friend. I have no clue what I'm drinking, but it tastes bloody good!”
Smoothing down his goatee, Sirius looked at his godson, shaking his head. This he didn't know how to handle. Harry hadn't ever refused to let him look at something before. Now really curious and wondering what was in the bloody cup, not to mention where he got it and who this 'friend' was, Sirius asked, “Are you sure this is alright, Harry? You know how dangerous things are in this house.”
“It's perfectly fine and no problem there,” Harry soothed, sipping at his drink with a nod. “Buckbeak and my friend are keeping an eye on me. I'm in no danger.”
Sirius was pretty sure this was the official confirmation that the stress of what was going on had finally gotten to his godson. Sighing, he said, “How about this—come on downstairs with me. It's almost supper time.” He hoped that between him and Remus he could figure out what the cup was and where Harry had gotten his hands on it.
“I can work with that,” Harry said with a grin, looking at him. Glancing at Kreacher, who had made himself invisible and was holding the frying pan to keep him protected, he asked, “You coming with?” Seeing the elf nod firmly, Harry looked back at Sirius and grinned bigger, “We can handle that.”
Looking to the place Harry had and seeing nothing, Sirius sighed. Oh, this was bloody bad. “Alright, let's go.” Stepping closer, he put an arm around Harry and helped him stand. He was damned sure that this wasn't a good sign of anything and figured Lucius, somehow, somewhere, had triggered this turn of events.
Giving Buckbeak a stroke on the head, he slurred out, “I'll come see you tomorrow.” Feeling wobbly, Harry leaned against Sirius and chuckled, “The room is spinning!”
“Oh, I can only imagine, Harry,” Sirius snorted, starting to lead his godson out. Taking a sniff, he tried to figure out what his poor inebriated godson was drinking, but couldn't smell a damned thing. Yeah, he and Remus had some work to do tonight.
Glancing behind them as Sirius helped him to the door, making sure Kreacher was trailing along, Harry waved to him and took another sip of his drink. This was good!

Watching Sirius help the wobbly and staggering Harry into the kitchen, observing the goofy grin on Harry's face, Remus asked, quietly, as Sirius aided him towards the table, “What's going on?”
Chuckling, Sirius shook his head and said, all but pouring the drunken Harry onto the bench at the table, wondering if a sticking charm wasn't needed to keep him from falling off, “Uh, he's drunk, believe it or not.”
Scooting down to make sure Kreacher had a place to stand on the bench by him, Harry said, “I'm fine.” Taking another sip of his drink, he clutched the cup close and grinned at everyone.
Looking at the obviously drunken young man, Snape looked at Black, both eyebrows arched then asked, “What has he been drinking and where did he get it?”
“I have no idea,” Sirius admitted, taking a seat by Harry. Eying the familiar cup, he gestured to it and said, “It's from whatever that is. And, before you ask, I have no idea where he got his hands on it. All he says is a friend gave it to him.”
“He did,” Harry confirmed with a nod, grinning at the headspins that produced. Gesturing to Kreacher, who was standing right next to him, clutching onto the frying pan, arms folded over his thin chest, glowering at everyone around the table, he said, “He's great.”
Looking at the empty space by Harry then back to Sirius, eyes wide, Remus asked, quizzically, “What friend and what's that cup?”
“You have me, on both of them,” Sirius told him with a shake of his head, eying the familiar cup. “He won't let me look at it.”
“My cup,” Harry told him firmly, holding it to his chest.
Looking at Harry, then around the table, Lucius was as confused as the rest. However, he was going to try to be helpful. While Harry seemed distracted, he reached out to grab the cup. It appeared covered with runes of some kind. If he got a closer look at it, he might be able to determine what it was. However, he didn't get very far when his hand was smacked, hard, with something, flattening it to the table. Howling in pain, clutching his hand to his chest, he looked at the space by Harry wide-eyed. There was something, or someone, there. Sputtering, he was about to say something when a very familiar feeling nailed him right in the back of the head, driving him forehead first into the table. Gasping in pain, head ringing, he whimpered.
Staring at the space by Harry, Sirius looked at Remus, wide-eyed then asked, “What the hell?”
Grinning at what happened to Malfoy, Harry gave the smirking Kreacher a nudge and said, “Good one!” Sticking his tongue out at Malfoy, he said, “Serves you right for licking me!”
Stammering, looking between the stunned Severus and Sirius, Remus asked, quietly, “Harry? What is going on? And what is this about licking? Lucius didn't lick you.”
Taking another sip of his drink, Harry said, “My friend, I told you that.” Once more he gestured to the smug looking Kreacher. “And I woke up to the great pervert licking me. First there was a back rub. That was great and I thought it was Sirius. Until the licking started. Yeah, I didn't think Sirius was going to lick me from the neck to my arsecrack.”
“Oh bloody hell,” Sirius moaned, shaking his head. Glaring at Malfoy, he snarled, “Whoever your friend is, they needs to smack him again.”
Grinning as Kreacher nailed Malfoy in the back of the head again, Harry nodded at the yowl of pain that produced then said, “He did.”
Watching Lucius get nailed with something, Severus looked up at the drunken Potter and shook his head, eyes wide. Of all the strangeness that had gone on so far, this was the worst. Eying the cup, he pulled his wand and was about to summon it so they could check it out, when he was stunned to have his wand fly out of his hand and land right in front of Potter. Looking down at his empty hand, making grabby motions like he was trying to grab his wand, he was completely blindsided. Never before in his life had he been disarmed, ever. Eyes wider, he looked at the boy who now had a hold of his wand and was looking at him, grinning.
“My wand now,” Harry told Snape smugly before taking another sip of his drink. Nudging Kreacher, he said, “You're good!”
Knowing the rest at the table couldn't hear him, Kreacher replied, “Thank you, Mr. Harry. You are very kind.”
“And you're great!” Harry replied looking at him with a big grin.
Looking at the wand Harry was clutching, Sirius shot a wide-eyed Remus a completely stunned glance then looked at the empty space by his godson. Alright, this was bloody strange. Shaking his head, not sure what to do, Sirius began to stammer. “Uh, Harry. This is really weird.”
“Yeah, but it's great,” Harry grinned at him.
Looking at his godson then to the cup before glancing to the empty space by him, Sirius didn't know what to do. Harry wasn't about to give up the cup and was taking another sip of it. Shaking his head, giving the equally blindsided Remus a look that read of complete confusion as to how to work with this, one that was mirrored on his friends face, he then looked back at Harry. Thinking it over, he asked, quietly, “Can you give me a sip of the drink so I can try to figure out what it is? I won't take the cup, I promise.”
Thinking that over, knowing Sirius would keep his word, Harry then nodded and held out the cup for his godfather to take a sip.
Eying the cup, knowing he knew it from somewhere, Sirius took a sip then his eyes widened. Watching Harry pull it back, he said, softly, “It's vodka and really sweet lemonade. No wonder he likes it. It tastes like candy.”
“Where in Merlin's good name did he get vodka? There isn't any in the house. And where ever he got it, he better be prepared to share,” Severus snarled, still glancing between his empty grabbing hand, and Potter, who was clutching his wand. Sighing, he asked Potter, “Can I have my wand back?”
“No chance,” Harry said with a grin. “My wand now.”
Glaring at the boy, Severus was about to make a grab for his wand when he met the table face first after getting hit in the back of the head with what sure as hell felt like a frying pan.
Looking at Kreacher who appeared by him again, Harry grinned and said, “You're good at that!”
“Kreacher has had much practice, Mr. Harry.” The elf told him smugly.
Patting Kreacher on the back, Harry said, “Yeah, I really like you.”
Looking from Snape, who was still face first on the table, snarling, to Harry, watching the young man pat air then to Sirius who was just stunned, Remus began to stammer, not sure what to say.
Shaking his head, Sirius looked at the cup then said, aloud, “That thing looks damned familiar. I just can't figure out where I've seen it.”
“It should,” Harry snorted, taking another sip, looking down into the cup, brow furrowed. His drink was almost gone. Downing the last, he tapped it with his wand and had it refill again, then said, “It was your dad's”
Eyes widening, Sirius began to nod, “Yeah, it was my father's. It's safe.” Looking at Harry, he asked, tone bewildered, “Where did you find it? I won't take it away as it's dead useful and safe, but I had no idea where it was.”
Taking another sip, Harry just gestured to Kreacher, saying nothing.
“What is it?” Remus asked, relieved that it wasn't a dangerous artifact.
“It's just a cup that will fill with any drink you want. Father used it so he could put up with mother. It was generally full of firewhiskey.” Sirius explained, the wheels starting to turn as to what might be going on.
Eying the cup, Severus sighed, “I want one,” as he rubbed the knot on the back of his head.
“Makes two of us,” Remus agreed with a nod, wondering where he could get his hands on one.
Rubbing the back of his head where the good-sized knots where, Lucius looked at the empty space by the young man warily. He needed to know what the hell was going on. Slowly, he grabbed his wand and was about to cast a reveal spell when the wand was yanked out of his hand and appeared before Potter. Sputtering, he was trying to make a grab for it when Potter picked up and grinned at him.
“My wand now,” Harry told Malfoy smugly, grinning. “I shouldn't have given it back to you this morning!”
Grinning at that, Sirius shook his head then slid closer to Harry, pretty sure he knew what was going on now. Slipping an arm around Harry's waist, he pulled him close then began to whisper in his ear.
Listening intently, Harry nodded, trying to stay focused as he listened to Sirius' questions and a proposal he made. When his godfather finished, he began to whisper back, making sure no one overheard.
Laying out what he thought might work, Sirius then leaned back and asked so everyone could hear, “That work for the two of you?”
Looking at Kreacher, Harry asked, “Did you hear that?” Seeing the elf nod, looking pleased, he then inquired, “Work for you? I like it.”
“Kreacher is pleased with it, Mr. Harry,” the elf told him, smiling slightly. Actually, he liked this idea and could deal with it.
“Alright, we'll do that,” Sirius said with a grin when he saw Harry nod to him. Looking at the confused Remus, he said, “Get me the baton then I need you to do a rebinding for us.”
Completely bewildered, looking at the empty space by Harry, Remus nodded and stood to grab the baton they had been working on.
Looking at the space by Harry, Sirius said, “We need him to reveal himself for us to do this.”
Looking at the elf, Harry waited to see what Kreacher was going to do then grinned when the elf made himself visible. “We can do this.”
Eyes wide, squeaking, Lucius scooted his chair further away from the deranged elf. Stammering, he shook his head.
Things now making sense, Snape nodded then sighed, “What happened here?”
“Harry rescued Kreacher from the ferrets then healed some of his injuries. They've taken a shine to each other,” Sirius explained. “Kreacher's agreed to let me bind him to Harry and will serve him rather than me.”
“That works,” Remus said coming back. Handing over the baton to Sirius, he stepped over by Harry. Smiling at the young man, he said, “Just put your hand on him, Harry. This won't take but a minute.” Seeing the young man do just that, Remus performed the rebinding then went to sit back down.
Nudging the smiling Kreacher, Harry grinned, “This is good.”
“It is Master Harry,” Kreacher told him with a smile, holding his hand out for the baton.
Grinning himself, relieved that a couple problems were now solved, Sirius handed over the baton to the elf then said to Remus and Snape, “Kreacher is going to take over the duty we were charming the baton for so we don't need to finish it.” Looking at the elf that was standing by Harry, clutching the baton, arms folded over his chest, glaring around with a look on his face that made Molly Weasley look like a cute pussycat, he chuckled, “This works. He's going to take care of Harry.”
Looking at the elf, sputtering, Lucius stammered out, “He's deranged! We can't let him around Harry!”
“He'll be fine with him,” Sirius assured the prat, grinning at him evilly. Quietly, he added, “It's you that probably needs to worry, Malfoy.”
Glowering at Black, Lucius huffed, then looked at the drunken Harry and asked, gently, “Can I have my wand back?”
“No chance,” Harry chuckled, sipping his drink.
“Mr. Potter,” Severus sighed, shaking his head, “what will it take to get my wand back?”
“Why should I give you your wand back? You've been a right arse to me since I started school. And you took sadistic pleasure in doing it.” Harry said, looking at Snape. Stopping, he grinned then asked, “What's it worth to you?”
Snarling, glaring at the brat, Severus then glanced at Kreacher, who was eying him, tapping the baton on his arm. Oh, this was bad.
Grinning from ear to ear, looking at Remus, who had his head down but was grinning as well, Sirius shook his head, “Oh, Harry, you have an evil streak you don't let show much.”
Shooting the thunderous looking Snape an angelic look, Harry said, “I'm susceptible to bribery.” Shooting Lucius a look when it appeared the man was going to launch in, he added, “From you anyway. Others around here aren't as lucky on that front.”
Laughing at that, Sirius ruffled Harry's hair, “Good one! Let's say we get something to eat so you don't get sick.”
Looking at the young man across the table from him, scowling, Severus began to ponder what he could give up to get his wand back.
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