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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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CH13 AN: And cos I'm feeling nice, I'll post 13 at the same time as twelve. I spoil you lot! Feel free to thank me with reviews! :) SP
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Chapter 13 – Bring The Violence
Easter was fast approaching. Harry had suffered through two more full moons and had written a note to Severus asking him if he knew of any way to decrease the pain of carrying their child during his changes, but the answer hadn't been encouraging.
Very little had got him through those two months. Believing one horcrux was in the bank had been so frustrating as he had wanted to go in, guns blazing (or rather, wands sparking), and get it, but saner heads had prevailed.
Only hearing a Potterwatch broadcast that had featured a lively sounding Tonks had cheered him up.
“And with us this week in our 'Pals of Potter' section, we have Relic. So, Relic, you know our favourite little Lightning Bolt?”
“Indeed, I do, River. And when I last spoke to him he really took time to make sure I was okay, despite having had a rough experience himself. And I'll never forget the advice he gave me. He told me to stop mourning someone who is gone and instead be open to new love. And I think that's important for all of us, not just be open, but always move forward. Always advance. And, Harry, if you're listening, I have.”
Harry beamed as he heard those words. “Great!” he said, his eyes dancing with happiness.
“Oh, yeah, I heard Fleur talking one of the mornings to some friend or other of hers who'd turned up, and she said Tonks was dating some guy she'd met at work.” Ron gave the other wizard a look. “Why, in the name of Merlin's baggy old shorts would you care about that?”
Harry spoke shortly, “She was missing Lupin. I told her to move on as he'd never loved her and she was moping over a guy who didn't really exist.” He shot a look at Hermione, knowing she had heard his little speech to his parents and therefore knew the truth of Lupin's nature. “I'm glad she's happy now. She deserves to be.”
***
Now it was the Easter holidays for Hogwarts' students.
Ron had seemed to be getting edgy again, especially as they still had no idea where the Ravenclaw horcrux might have been hidden. He'd taken to muttering passive aggressive comments when he thought Hermione wasn't around, as he was still trying to work his way back around into her good graces.
“Oh just fucking shut up!” Harry snarled on Easter Sunday when Ron had started moaning about all the chocolately goodness they could have been enjoying if Harry had just got his act together. “I miss your family too, fuck knows they're all pleasanter than you! And just stop with the trying to be nice to Hermione, Ron, you pissed off and left us and you know what? You were scared you'd lose her to me, weren't you? Well, you didn't. But you have lost her. She'll be your friend, but you're never going to get anywhere with her now.”
“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.
“Oh...shit!” Harry groaned as they heard people apparating outside and clearly able to see the tent.
Spinning, Harry pushed to the back and slashed at the material. “Out!” he ordered, “Now!”
“Hermione?” Ron moaned.
“Run!” Harry yelled, aware of a twisting in his gut that had nothing to do with his child and everything to do with his fear for the witch's safety.
They ran.
Behind them the Snatchers laughed gleefully and gave chase.
“Oh, look, another one!”
Hermione was running to intercept them, her wand aimed, not at their chasers, but at Harry himself. Next minute, Harry felt a burning pain in his face and he was unable to see. He stumbled away from the main chase, followed by a large body.
***
Inside Malfoy Manor, Peter Pettigrew was stroking his silver hand and sitting quietly in a corner. Around him, Bellatrix was bickering with her sister. “Oh for heaven's sake, Cissy, you think that moronic beast capable of rational thought?!”
Narcissa, standing in front of her son, glared at the other woman. “Bellatrix, he might be a werewolf and a vile animal, but he understands what is required of him. The Dark Lord has sent him off to catch enemies, and he will bring them back for us to inspect.”
“In little pieces!” the harsh faced witch snarled. “Not that I care what happens to a bunch of Mudbloods or blood traitors, but we need to find the Potter brat. The Dark Lord...” her voice became a sickening caress as she said the phrase, “the Dark Lord needs the brat alive. He has to be the one to finish Potter.”
“And Greyback will bring what he catches back.”
“So close to the full moon?!”
Draco gulped. He hadn't really paid attention to his parents' conversations over the previous few days, but now he remembered that tonight – Easter Sunday itself – was also the night of the full moon.
“Mother, are we safe?” he asked quietly.
“Ha! At least your boy has some sense!”
Pettigrew, hearing all the talk of werewolves, stroked his silver hand even more lovingly. How good the Dark Lord was to have given him a hand that could fend off werewolves. After having run with one as a child, he truly had no desire to be bitten and turned now. Let the fools argue and tire themselves out, and tonight, when Greyback inevitably went feral, he, Peter, would be safe. The only one of the Dark Lord's followers left standing. And then what rewards would be his! Maybe even this glorious manor house!
“Here!” Scabious snarled, pushing two figures into the hall. Behind him was Greyback who had one hand gripping Harry's shoulder and hung onto him, long nails digging slightly into the flesh.
Ron and Hermione, clothing torn and bloodied, staggered and fell to the floor. They were covered with mud and twigs, and Ron had a rather large bruise blossoming on his face.
“What's this?!” Bellatrix shrieked, gleefully rushing to the two collapsed youths. She pulled on red hair and looked at the bruised, freckled face. “Urgh, not Potter.” Her nails bit into Ron's skin and he cried out, struggling to get free of her grip.
“And who's the pretty little bitch?” she asked silkily, pushing Ron away from her and grabbing a handful of Hermione's bushy hair.
“No! Leave her alone!” Ron gasped out.
“Shut it, ugly!” Bellatrix looked at the pale face of the witch and sneered. “Pretty little thing. How pretty do you think you'll be after tonight once Greyback's through with you?”
“Please,” Hermione moaned, “oh please!”
Draco seemed to twitch. He recognised the voices. And that meant, if these two were Weasley and the Mudblood, the lumpen mess held by the werewolf had to be Potter. And, Merlin, he didn't want Potter caught and killed. He didn't want that!
“Come here, Draco,” his aunt called. “See if these are your old class mates.”
Unwillingly, the blond stepped forward. He saw the stark terror in Hermione's eyes and looked quickly away. “Dunno,” he muttered.
“Look,” Bellatrix practically hissed, thrusting the woman into his line of sight. “Is this the Mudblood you always complained about?”
“Might be,” Draco replied, not even glancing at the frightened female at his feet. He stayed where he was, not looking at the captives, until his mother pulled him gently back into the tiny corner of safety that contained the three Malfoys.
Fuming, the mad witch grabbed Harry, glowering when Greyback growled. “This one smells good,” he snarled, “I was looking forward to playing with him.”
Bellatrix took a step back. “You foul loathsome beast!” she cried out, “Let me see him!”
The wizard standing in front of her was recovering from a Stinging Hex from the looks of it, but he had light brown hair, and the glimpse of eye she could see was brown, not green. “He's not Potter, so you can play to your heart's content. Tonight.”
After somehow avoiding instant death, the three captives were shoved into the Malfoy dungeon. With a cruel, “We'll see how co-operative you are after a night dodging Greyback,” she locked them away and left to check her vault. They had a sword. How could they have such a thing? She'd check her vault and then ask that cretinous goblin if hers was missing. Yes, that made sense.
“Harry?” a light, lilting voice they all recognised came out of the darkness. With his enhanced eyesight, he could just make out the figures hiding in the gloom.
“Luna?” he whispered, throat sore. “Who else is there?”
One by one the captives came forward: Luna, Dean Thomas, and a limping Griphook. A voice called from the shadows, “Forgive my manners, I'm rather struggling with my legs thanks to those revolting Death Eaters.”
“Mr Ollivander?” Harry asked, recalling the voice.
“Indeed so, Mr Potter. How are you getting on with those 'great things' I thought you were capable of?”
Seeing as Harry was captured, he felt no need to respond.
“They caught you!” Dean moaned once hands had been shaken and hugs exchanged.
“I know,” he groaned, “and it was all my bloody fault too. I said the name. I got us caught.”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed, sounding pissed. “Fucking brilliant, Harry.”
“Oh, shut up,” Hermione interrupted, speaking slowly and carefully. “Harry, can you, erm, let someone know where we are?” She gave him a significant look and he suddenly realised what she meant.
His galleon. His means of contacting Severus. Had it been taken like his wand? He dug into his pockets and found it. Quickly, he managed to send a message that conveyed the situation: Malfoy dungeon.In shit.FM.HELP!
Sure that Severus would understand the 'FM' to mean 'Full Moon' and to realise all that would be risked if the Dark side learned of Harry's condition, he tried to relax. Worrying now would not help. When the full moon came, when he was down here with Greyback, then he'd worry, until then, he'd try to stay calm. And that meant keeping himself busy.
***
“Guys,” Harry said, feeling the wolf getting closer and closer to the surface, “I need you all to trust me, okay? I've got some shocking news for you, but please just trust me.” The listeners nodded. “Tonight is the full moon, so Fenrir's going to become a werewolf. Well, so am I.” He heard their gasps and closed his eyes. “I'm safe; I've been taking Wolfsbane. If everything goes to plan we'll be getting out of here, all of us, tonight. But please don't do anything stupid. Two werewolves are bloody dangerous!”
He fixed them all with his brown eyes. In the dimness of the room it was hard to tell what colour anyone was, and he was grateful; it meant the little bit of jiggery pokery he'd managed to do to himself before he'd been hauled into the Manor hadn't been spotted.
At that moment Greyback appeared at the entrance, his large build filling the gap. He sneered and stepped down, closing the door and listening, a look of contempt on his face as he heard the bolts being drawn.
The humans all drew back, but Harry rushed forward and whispered, “Are you okay?”
“Stupid bitch thought I'd lied to her. Well, I did; doesn't mean I'd tell her. Not and risk...” he stopped, one hand rubbing Harry's stomach. “Here,” he said, passing Harry his wand.
“Thanks,” Harry panted, letting out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. “Hermione?!” he raised his voice, “Catch!” he chucked his wand to her, delighting in the expression of confusion and joy as she spotted the item flying through the air towards her.
“How?”
“No time to explain,” Harry growled, eyes gleaming, even in the small amount of light. “Full moon, here we come.”
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CH 13 AN: I can't tell you how pleased I was when I found out the full moon for March 1998 fell on Easter Sunday. I'd hoped it would and it did! SP
CH14 Preview: There was silence a long time. A silence broken by Severus Snape suddenly appearing in the hall. “What's this I hear about you possibly capturing Potter?”
Lucius glanced up. “How did you hear?”
“One of the Snatchers mouthing off,” Snape said carelessly. “So? Is it true?”
“No,” Narcissa stated firmly.
“No,” Lucius agreed after a moment.
“No,” Draco mumbled after a long pause.
“Oh. So, who have you caught? Anyone good?”
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