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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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WARNING: Mush, tooth decayingly sweet mush. Hatching. And idiots.
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Snape scowled and shooed a miscreant group of twits out of his classroom after a detention spent scrubbing cauldrons by hand. Honestly what had they expected after chucking their flobberworms at each other and causing a potion to blow up. Idiots, he was surrounded by idiots. Why was he still here again?
Harry met a group of pale faced third years running past him on their way up from the dungeons as if they were chased by hellhounds nipping at their heels. A smile spread over his face and he continued on down the corridor until he could lead against the doorframe to the potions classroom, watching Snape stack the now clean cauldrons against the wall with his wand. "Been having fun Severus?"
A baleful glance came from the older man. "Hardly. As much as I enjoy striking fear into students that group," he shook his head, "irredeemably stupid and they absolutely don't have the excuse of inexperience. They are just stupid. Throwing flobberworms in a Potions class." He sniffed in disdain. "Future Fudges no doubt."
"Aww, poor baby." Harry walked over and wrapped his arms around Snape, leaning his head against his chest for a minute. "Oooh hey, I have something to show you." He backed away from Snape and moved so that he was sitting on top of a desk. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, then he flickered and when he open his eyes again he looked at Snape with his bird eyes.
Black brows rose up. He'd known that Harry and three of his now expanded group of friends had been working on becoming animagi but he'd not really wanted to dwell on it, as Harry hadn't mentioned anything specific about forms and he'd been worried that the youth would, like his father before him, be a stag. He should have known better. His lips tilted up just a bit and he moved to the regal bird perched on the desk, stroking the proud head. "Fitting I'd say. How does it feel to soar on your own wings?"
Harry flickered back and grinned broadly. "It's amazing Severus, indescribable, the way the wind carries you higher and higher...I can't explain it."
The professor smiled and leaned in to brush a brief kiss against Harry's lips. "You don't need to. I can see everything in your eyes." He moved back. "I told Draco not to come down tonight as we've got something of greater importance to see to than lesson planning and such."
"Oh I don't suppose that important thing would be snogging would it?" Harry asked even though he knew that Severus would never postpone lesson planning for something like that. It was just that Harry couldn't see Snape now without wanting to put his hands...and mouth on him.
A sharp snort came fro the older man. "No, though I suppose that could be worked in." He tugged Harry off the desk and towards his quarters. "The egg has been thumping about today. I believe it will hatch tonight."
Harry's eyes widened and he followed Snape quickly, sinking down on his knees before the egg. "I can't believe it, we're finally going to meet her." Harry patted the egg and started to hiss soothingly in parseltongue, he didn't want the basilisk snakeling to be afraid to come out.
Snape shook his head in amusement at the immediate switch from hormone-driven minx to mother-hen, though he still got a prurient thrill from the sibilant language. He settled down to sit beside Harry, knowing that it could take a while for the snake to hatch and he didn't particularly want to be on his knees for that long. He had already set a stack of towels enchanted with a warming charm beside the nesting box for the basilisk to warm and dry itself on or, considering the youth's mothering, for Harry to dry it off with.
He reached over and tugged Harry to sit instead of kneel. "Hatching takes a long time. Trust me you don't want to be kneeling on a stone floor that long."
"Oh but I thought you liked the idea of me on my knees." Harry couldn't help but tease as he leaned against Severus, watching the egg with one eye and the man beside him with the other. Severus was too sexy for his own good.
Severus leaned to murmur, "I do but I want you to be comfortable on them as well minx." He nuzzled the spot just under Harry's ear, one arm moving to loop around the youth. "Stone floors are not conducive to comfort."
"Hm that's true, a soft carpet or plush bed is probably best for that." Harry tilted his head, giving Snape room, his neck was really sensitive and he broke out in goose-bumps just from that simple nuzzling.
A soft chuckle came from the older man and he kissed the offered skin just as a loud thunk came from the egg and it shimmed a bit in the nest coals.
Harry's attention was brought back to the egg and another soft hiss escaped him. It was amazing the way the egg shimmered, it was like swirls of color moved underneath its shell. The egg trembled on the coal bed and Harry grabbed Snape's hand, squeezing it tightly as he watched the egg with rapt attention.
Severus just smiled in amusement and decided to watch Harry as the youth watched the egg and enjoy the grasp on his hand.
Several long minutes passed, the egg thumping and twitching in the coals every so often, until Snape heard a quiet crack. He looked at the shell and saw that a tiny little piece of shell had been chipped out of it, falling into the coals.
Tensing, Harry leaned forward, not letting go of Snape's hand. There was another crack and Harry noticed a tiny little snout push at the shell, making the hole in the egg larger. "Hi there, little one." Harry cooed. "Come out here, we've been waiting for you." He alternated between normal speech and parseltongue, not really paying attention to what he was saying.
A little black, forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air outside the shell and the snout ducked back down out of sight for a few moments before more tapping came from the inside of the egg. Suddenly another thunk came from the egg and a large section of shell tumbled away, revealing a grayish brown snake with little bands of black down its length looking up at them curiously as if weighing their worth.
"Hello and welcome." Harry leaned closer and hissed the welcome too, meeting the little snake's vivid green eyes. He couldn't believe that the egg had finally hatched and that there was a tiny basilisk staring at them. Harry barely restrained himself from picking the baby up, he wanted to let the snake make the first move. "So cute." He said to Snape. "Adorable and cute."
Severus had to admit, the infant basilisk was rather sweet and innocent looking, for a creature in asp camouflage. His lips curved, as much at Harry's reaction as at the snake. He was a Slytherin after all and despite all the negative associations to snakes he'd gained by being around the Dark Lord, he still liked the creatures. "Quite."
The snake flicked its tongue out again and raised up carefully out of the shell, it's scales damp and feeling a bit chilly in the air, so that it was nose to snout with Harry. It flicked it tongue against his nose then seemed to make a decision. "Guardian?"
"Yes, guardian." Harry nodded and grabbed one of the warm towels, carefully running it over the snake's shimmering scales. "We're going to take care of you."
The basilisk slithered up and around Harry's arm, leaving the egg completely, and moved to inspect Snape. It slithered over the man's shoulders, the tongue flicking and testing his neck and cheek until it reached the arm where the dark mark resided and the snake jolted and recoiled from the spot, moving quickly back to Snape's other arm. It hissed delicately, "First Guardian's mate is good but bad magic hurts him."
"It does yes but I'm going to help him, I'm going to make the bad magic go away. And he is good...The best." Harry spoke to the Snake but sent a worried glance Snape's way, he didn't want Severus to be hurting, he wanted him free from the poison that was Voldemort and Harry promised himself that he would make it so.
Severus lifted a brow in curiosity. "What is it?" He could guess considering the snake's reaction to where the dark mark lay but as the basilisk seemed content to continue climbing on him it obviously wasn't displeased with him.
"She's just getting to know you, you're the guardian's mate after all." Harry smiled briefly but quickly grew serious again. "She says the dark mark is hurting you, I don't like it Severus. I don't like it at all." Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss to the mark through Snape's robes.
The professor stared at Harry then glanced down to the covered mark the youth had kissed as the basilisk moved back to his shoulders and rubbed its head against his cheek. He traced a single finger over the hidden mark, face set in serious lines. "It's a constant dull burn, like background noise you could say, and draws on my magic. It's a reminder of my stupidity and a leash around my neck." He looked back to Harry. "I don't like it either but no one has been able to discover how to remove it as of yet."
"Then we'll find a way, I'm not going the let you stay in pain or have a drain on your magic. You deserve so much more. I will find a way." Harry leaned against Snape again, reaching out a hand to pet the basilisk lightly, running his fingertips over the little head.
The snake made a pleased hiss and moved back to curl around Harry's neck as Snape reached out and ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "When you say it, I can almost believe it." He leaned in and brushed a kiss on the younger man's lips. "So what is the basilisk's name?"
"I don't know, I'll ask." Harry continued to caress the smooth scales. "What's your name pretty one? Do you have one?"
"I do not know Guardian. No mother hissed at naming time. I am snake is all that is known to me for calling."
Harry petted the snake soothingly. "I'm sorry for that little one, we'll find you a name." Harry thought about it and looked around the room, his eyes landing on Snape's many books and idea came to him. "How about Anguis, it means snake in another tongue?" He waited to see if the snake accepted its new name.
"Anguisssss," it hissed out as if she was testing how it sounded, "yes. I like this name Guardian."
"Then it's yours pretty one." Harry smiled and turned to Snape again. "Our pretty little snake's name is Anguis, her mother died before being able to name her in the egg." Harry felt a pang of guilt at being the one to kill the great basilisk, he really regretted that it had to be that way.
Severus cupped Harry's cheek. "Don't. The only one to blame is the one who drove her mad."
"Guardian's mate speaks truth. Mother knowledge was dark with pain. Guardian released that pain." The snake nuzzled Harry's collarbone.
Harry leaned into Snape's touch and stroke his finger over Anguis' head again. "Thank you." "Both of you." He still felt bad and he supposed that he always would but these two, they made the burden to bear easier.
The professor kissed Harry again briefly. "Come. Let's get off the floor and decide how we're going to convince Minerva to let a snake in her tower."
"We'll sweet talk her if we have to, Anguis is coming with me..." Harry kissed back and rose from the floor, the snake still wrapped around his neck like a collar. "Come on professor, gonna need you on my side in this fight."
"Of course." Snape rose smoothly from the floor, years of long practice making it easy. "Besides I wouldn't miss Minerva's expression for the world. A pity I've no camera."
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Ron sat on the backrest of a chair, half hidden behind Hermione as far away from the snake on the table as possible. He was really pale and his freckles stood out like bright red dots. His only comfort was that at least it wasn't a spider but that was a small comfort. "So you're saying this...snake will live here with you now?" Ron's eyes flickered from the snake to Harry and then quickly back again to make sure it hadn't moved towards him. "Sleep with you in your bed...which is right next to mine...Only a small slither away?"
"That's what I'm saying yes. Anguis is my familiar, she won't harm you." Harry had some difficulty keeping a straight face in front of Ron's blatant fear.
Hermione rolled her eyes and shoved Ron away. "Honestly Ron. It's a magical serpent and Harry speaks parseltongue so I sincerely doubt she'll go slithering for you. You're acting like a twit." She moved cautiously over to Harry and the snake. Despite her words she didn't want to startle the creature as she had no desire to be bitten. "Would she let me touch her?"
"Ask her, she seem to understand human speech quite well." Harry answered and nodded towards Anguis. He was certain she would let Hermione know if touching was acceptable or not.
Ron's eyes widened and he leaned back even further. Hermione was mental, always had been.
Hermione looked into the oddly, Harryish green eyes of the snake. "Hello Lady Anguis. May I pet your scales?"
The basilisk shifted just a bit and seemed to nod, watching as Hermione stretched out a cautious hand and stroked it along the smooth scales several times before smiling and moving her hand back.
She looked over her shoulder at the pale redhead. "See Ron. No worries and really, can you imagine what Pansy would say if she heard you were so scared of this pretty girl?"
Oh that was a low blow but Hermione was right, Pansy was a Slytherin, snakes sort of came with the territory. Feeling extremely hesitant he slowly inched forward. "Please don't bite me alright..." He said to the snake in a shaky voice.
Harry rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.
Anguis hissed in an odd bit of reptilian laughter as Ron's fingers shook along her scales. "Guardian's friend is funny." Her tongue flicked out at Ron's wrist.
"That he is." Harry agreed smiling as Ron carefully got braver with his petting, running his trembling fingertips down smooth, warm scales, a tiny smile starting to play at his lips as he realized that it wasn't all that bad touching a serpent.
A shriek had both Ron and the snake jumping half a foot in the air and Hermione spun to gape at Lavender Brown, who rushed over to grab Ron's wrist and pull him away from the snake. "Oh Ron! Are you okay?! Did that filthy thing hurt you?"
Hermione's lip curled in disgust at the gushing twit and she noticed a snakey glare shot at the girl.
Ron shrugged Lavender's hand off him with an impatient movement. "I'm fine except for you scaring the wits out of me and Anguis isn't filthy, she's Harry's familiar so maybe you want to take up any issue you might have with him."
The girl eeped and turned to meet the glaring green eyes of the Boy-Who-Lived as the snake slithered up his arm to curl around his neck. "W-well um. It's a snake! This is Gryffindor. I...it's just..."
"Just what?" Harry asked in a frosty voice and ran one finger over Anguis' head. Lavender was really getting on his nerves with her screeching and falseness. "I'm very aware that this is Gryffindor, I can still have a snake. You have a toad right? Hermione has something that masks itself as a cat and Seamus has a rat. Are those animals anymore fitting?"
"I...it's just dangerous isn't it? That is an asp right?"
Hermione nailed Lavender to the wall with a look. "And Harry is a parselmouth. Are you going to revert to second year and start making baseless accusations Lavender?" A slim brown brow lifted, she'd apparently been taking lessons from Draco in subtle expressions of disdain.
"I guarantee that Anguis is perfectly safe as long as people don't run flailing and screaming towards her." Harry gave Lavender a pointed look. "She has every right defending herself."
Ron nodded. "It has been approved by professor McGonagall too." The redhead couldn't understand why he'd ever snogged her and why he hadn't noticed how terribly annoying she was before this.
Lavender took a step back. She'd been hoping to show Ron that she was a great deal more caring than that Slytherin bint could be and instead had made a fool of herself and she didn't particularly like that. "I...I see. Sorry then. I'll just...go...do my homework then." She fled to her dorm.
Hermione looked over at Ron and pursed her lips. "Thank Merlin Pansy got a hold of you is all I can say considering that that," she waved her hand in the direction Lavender had gone, "was the alternative."
Anguis made a grouchy hiss. "Nasty loud female."
"I agree with you completely little one." Harry hissed back and placed Anguis around his neck so that he could nuzzle her.
"She didn't seem that bad before." Ron tried halfheartedly to defend himself and Lavender but honestly since he'd fallen for Pansy he only had eyes for her and couldn't see himself with anyone else. "Maybe she had a bad day."
"Uh-huh." Hermione folded her arms and gave him a 'who do you think you're fooling' look. "Well she'll have a worse one if she tries to start trouble. Pansy'll chew her up and spit her out."
"Yeah, Pans is rather incredible isn't she? I've never met anyone like her." Ron grinned goofily and looked absolutely, totally smitten.
The girl of the Golden Trio just smiled and moved to sit down in the plush couch, pulling out her notes on rebound spells. "Valentines Day is coming up in a few weeks, what are you planning for her?"
The grin faded away only to be replaced by a look of utter dread. "Bugger, I had forgot all about that...I have no idea what to do. What will she like? I clash with pink..." Ron was slowly working his way up to full panic mode. "Mione you have to help me! I throw myself at your feet, completely at your mercy." If possible he paled even more. "Oh no...She'll be wanting a gift right? That means I'll have to sell myself to the devils again."
Harry chuckled and mouthed the word evil to Hermione when Ron wasn't looking.
Hermione just lifted a shoulder, lips twitching before shaking her head at the panicking third of their trio. "Ron calm down. Luckily for you, Valentines Day does not require anything more than a grand gesture and a token. Some pretty flowers and Valentine's chocolate are just fine for tokens and for the gesture," she paused and eyed him speculatively, "Can you cook?"
Ron gave Hermione a pointed look. "You have to ask? Of course I can't cook. Mum won't let anyone near the stove at home and it's not exactly like there's a lot of cooking among the students here." Ron groaned and leaned his head back against the headrest.
The girl looked at Harry with a kind smile. "Harry you can cook right?"
Harry nodded. "I wouldn't say I'm a gourmet cook but I know my way around a kitchen yes."
She beamed. "Perfect then! I'll find out what Pansy's favorite dish is from Draco, Harry and I will teach you how to make it, then you'll do a romantic dinner and give her some flowers. Simple, no need to enslave yourself to your brothers, and guaranteed to impress."
Ron stopped mid wallow and looked up with something akin to hope in his eyes. "That could work yes...Hermione you are brilliant. Pans will see that I've actually put some effort into it plus it will be a romantic date with just the two of us."
Harry chuckled, it was nice to see Ron so smitten, even though he was a drama queen of the highest degree.
"I know I'm brilliant. Besides what are friends for but to help each other out? And honestly it's nice to help with a romantic tangle instead of the usual 'save the school and help Harry stay alive' problems. It's a relief that we haven't had to look up ways to keep Harry safe from...whatever just yet this year."
"Hush Mione, don't jinx it." Ron sat up straighter. "Almost half the school year left, plenty of time for Harry to don the hero cape and put himself in mortal peril."
Harry blew him a raspberry and gave him a two fingered salute.
Hermione just shrugged. "I'm just saying, it's a nice change. Now, Ron," her smile would have sent the most stalwart men running for cover, "let's go over some flowers you might want to put in that bouquet on Valentine's Day shall we?"
The paled face and panicked expression that brought to Ron made even Anguis chuckle in her hissy way.
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It was the early dawn hours when Lavender Brown slipped down from the girl's dorm to the Gryffindor common room and looked around for the one who'd sent her a message. "Dean?"
Dean Thomas looked up from where he sat by the window. He had decided to contact Lavender since no one else wanted to listen to him. Even Seamus told him he was crazy but Dean knew that he was right. Something had happened, those damned Slytherins had done something, he just knew it. "Lavender, over here." He waved at the blond girl and called her over to his corner. "I hope I didn't make you get up too early, it's just I think it would be better if we had this conversation in private."
She bustled over. "No, not really. I didn't really sleep last night anyway. You said this had to do with Ron and that...horrid snake?" Ever since Ron had started dating Pansy Parkinson, Lavender had been twitchy and sullen. The redhead was a Gryffindor. He should be dating another Gryffindor, like her, and not a blasted snake. Parkinson had to have slipped the redhead something or used the Imperio on him to get him to go out with her.
"Yes." Dean nodded. "Both Hermione and Ron have become really different since those evil gits got their claws into them haven't they?" Dean clenched his fists on the table top. He'd had a crush on Hermione Granger since third year but he thought she would end up with either Harry and Ron, seeing her hand in hand with Draco Malfoy of all people made something vile rise in his stomach. "I mean could you ever have seen either Ron or Hermione give in to a Slytherin, much less date them? Something has been done to them, I have no doubt." He narrowed his eyes. "And what better way to get to the boy who lived then through his friends..."
Lavender gasped, her hands flying up to her mouth. "Oh no! I knew something was off, I mean Harry's brought a snake familiar into Gryffindor tower and Ron actually defended it! Hermione even pet it! We have to do something before they get their hooks any further!"
"Exactly!" Dean relaxed his shoulders a little, happy that he finally had found someone who believed him and realized what was going on. "We need to get our Gryffindors away from the snakes influence before something really bad happens. Both Ron and Hermione will be very grateful when they come to their senses."
The thought of Ron being grateful to her almost gave Lavender the shivers and she nodded enthusiastically. "So what are you thinking we should do? One of us distract either Malfoy or Parkinson while the other talks to Ron or Hermione and casts Finite Incantatem to remove any mind control?"
"That was sort of my plan yes. We help each other make sure that we can get Hermione and Ron one on one and make them see the truth." Dean nodded eagerly, already picturing the look on Hermione's face when she realized that he had saved her from a Death Eater. Dean didn't care that Malfoy said that he had switched sides, he didn't believe it for a second.
She leaned closer. "That's brilliant. We should probably help save Hermione first since she's the smartest and would be happy to help Ron out. Plus since I'm a lady, Malfoy really can't hex me when I waylay him, not if he wants to keep his mask up anyway." She pulled out her wand and summoned a glittery pink notepad and a pink pen with a puff of feathers on the end. "Valentine's Day is coming up too. We should probably try to save them before then."
"My thoughts exactly, I really like the way you think Lavender...I really do." Dean exchanged smiles with the blond, feeling relieved and glad that they had a plan on the way. What a Valentine it would be, the snakes beaten into the ground where they belong and Hermione pliant and grateful in his arms.
She just nodded, relieved that there was someone else who saw how utterly wrong it was for Ron and Hermione to be together with two Slytherins. When the plan worked she just knew Ron would be so happy to be saved he'd kiss her and she couldn't think of a more perfect reward.
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TW'S A/N: ’Hero cape’ Can you say foreshadowing? Also...Lav and Dean *facepalms* They fail very hard.
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