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A Series of Fortunate Events	By : ChameleonOT Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 4570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s WARNING:
Slash - Drug usage � MINOR putting the moves on an adult

If you do not like
any of this, please find something else to read. Don�t come crying to me later
� YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Title:
A Series of Fortunate Events

Rating: R (I�m a parent, I lean toward caution.)

Pairing: HP/SS

Disclaimer: JKR and some
guys in suits own everything. I just borrow out of love and devotion.

Summary:
Quick snapshots of time that lead from one fortunate event to another. Each
event creates the framework for the next. (Special thanks to those silly
Hewlett-Packard photo commercials for this odd idea.)

Feedback:
Loved and appreciated. chameleonot@yahoo.com

Beta: The magnificent Alter (AKA: Akalterego). Her works can be found
at fanfiction.com (http://www.fanfiction.net'akalterego).

Archive:
Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm

Challenge: No man is an island

A Series of Fortunate
Events

Part 2

�

On the sixth floor, a small Hufflepuff and a tall Ravenclaw
made their way down a softly lit corridor.

�Are you certain we won�t get caught?� She looked shyly up
at him through long lashes.

�Trust me,� he whispered seductively in her ear. �Would I
let anything happen to you?�

A giggle was his only reply as she padded along after him.

�

�This one will do.� Draco Malfoy eyed the janitor closet
with mild contempt.

�Why can�t we just use our room?� A large and stupid looking
boy asked as he slid into the closet behind his friend.

�Do you really trust Zabini?� A cold voice drawled.

�Well he has never��

�Exactly!� The blond snarled at his overly stupid
companions. �He has never done
anything wrong. Too careful. Too correct. It�s not natural.� He glanced around
selecting a spot for himself.

�You think that he would tell Snape?� One of the oafs was
talking again as he closed the door behind them.

Draco smirked as he swirled and dropped gracefully to the
floor. �Of course he would.� He crossed his legs and got comfortable. �Wouldn�t
you?�

�

The lift door slid open as Harry was about to press the �up�
button.

�Mr. Potter.� Came the velvety drawl of his most hated
(although drop dead sexy) professor.

Harry cringed and shivered at the same time. He was caught.
Now, how to explain.

�It seems that once again,� the voice rolled over the boy, �you
have decided to flaunt the necessity of your own safety and wander around in
the middle of the night unguarded.�

Bite me Snape! was
what he wanted to say (in more ways than one). But a squeaky, �sir� was all
that emerged from his lips. The shivering dark haired boy was graced with one
raised eyebrow.

�And what was so important that you had to risk your life to
venture down here?� The Potions Professor leaned in to glare at the small
package that Harry held in his hand.

Harry had actually thought about the consequences if he got
caught on this one. The thought of getting caught had been so humiliating that
he had actually formulated a plan before one was needed. He was prepared.

Harry showed the professor the small package of M&Ms
that he held in his hand. The real reason for this little venture was tucked
safely in his jeans pocket under his oversized shirt.

�Um, just a little snack sir.� He tried to keep his voice
from quivering but Snape was just so damned close! �Didn�t eat much dinner. A
little over excited about the Ministry and all. You know.� Harry shrugged.

�No Mr. Potter. I do not know.�
He glared at the arrogant boy. A sneer crossed his lips. �In actuality, the
very thought of the dunderheads that run that sham of a Ministry turns my
stomach.� The professor eyed the boy and the contents of his hand for a moment.
There was a soft ding from the
elevator as the door began to slide closed. Snape did not as much as flinch as
the door pressed up against him and then returned to its fully opened location.
A soft ding was heard again.

�What exactly are those Potter?� He sneered repulsed at the
boy.

�M&Ms sir.� Harry tried not to fidget. He was having a
hard time thinking. All the blood was pulling south in his body as his
delectable professor stood over him. �A - um -" he stumbled on the words. �Muggle
sweet. Chocolate and- um�well they are a Muggle sweet�� his voice trailed off.
He would not look up!

�In the lift Potter! Now!� The voce shot right through the
young boy and he jumped slightly. His heart pounded as he slid past the tall
man holding the still protesting door open.

�

The leggy dark haired Hufflepuff giggled as her legs wrapped
around the light haired boy. �Ooh.� She cooed in his ear. It sent a rush of hot
excitement south. He lifted his wand to attempt one small Lumos just as small
red lips clamped down on his right nipple and warm wet heat squirmed in his
lap.

�Lumos,� wasn�t the only response the young witch got for
her troubles. No sooner had the words escaped the young wizard�s lips than a
flash of light shot from the end of his wand, lighting the entire closet and
illuminating the electric bulb over their heads.

Both students ducked instinctively as the bulb surged and
exploded into tiny shards all around them. The girl fell with a squeak
unceremoniously to the floor.

�We better get the hell out of here.� He said dragging the
girl to her feet. Shouts and screams could be heard from the rooms all around
them as they peaked out into the now blackened hallway.

�

In another closet not too far down the hall, three Slytherins
were about to discover that magic and too much fun just don�t mix on a night
like this.

�Oh bloody hell! Now what?� A cold voice drawled into the
utter blackness.

�I don�t like the dark.� Another voice whimpered near him.

�Oh shut up.� He snarled. �You are such a blubbering baby.�
Shuffling could be heard.

�Goyle, pass me the lighter.� He snarled at one of the black
blobs in the rooms. He pushed at it with one of his feet.

More shuffling was heard in the darkened room.

�If you are so afraid just use your wand.� How did I ever get wrapped up with two such
remarkably stupid dunderheads?

A small light flashed once � twice � and then flickered
lightly as the small torch held its flame. Malfoy leaned into the light while
taking a drag from a clumsily rolled fag. The light of a lighter lit up the
soft lines of his pale face.

One long pull on it and he leaned back to enjoy the bliss
that rolled over him. This is the good
stuff.

�Why are we sitting in the dark?� An abnormally dense
sounding voice asked.

�I told you,� he snarled. �If you are afraid of the dark
then you do something about it.� He took another drag from the fag. �They will
have the lights back on soon enough.� He shrugged at them. �Most likely some
idiot decided to use magic around something and made everything go to hell.�

The two overly stupid and large students nodded as though
Draco had just spoken sage advice. The light of the temporary flame flickered
out.

�

�Um, Professor Snape, sir?� The voice was soft and slightly
agitated.

�What Potter?� The professor snapped at him.

�Why have we stopped?�

Harry could hear the tell tale sounds of someone punching
what sounded like lift buttons. He had his back to his professor in hopes of
keeping his raging hormones under control.

Snape turned and glowered at the incompetent Gryffindor as
best he could in the soft glow of an emergency button�s glow. �Exactly how am I
supposed to know that? Perhaps, it has something to do with the fact that we
seem to have lost all light also.�

�Professor.� He turned to face his potions master in the too
small space.

�Yes?� The man hissed between gritted teeth.

�I don�t think that the lift is supposed to stop like this.�

�Really Potter? I had no idea.�

�

The banging on the door of the janitor�s closet caught the
three Slytherins off guard. �Curfew! You have exactly thirty seconds to be in
your rooms and in bed.� This tirade was heard again and again as the offender
traveled on down the hall repeating the order at each and every door.

�Here Crabbe.� Draco thrust the now small nub at his compatriot.
The soft glow of the end was the only light in the cramped cupboard. �You put
it out and join us back in the room.� With that Draco jerked the door open and
light flooded the small room.

Crabbe took one more drag, glanced around and flung the last
bit of the fag into a nearby bucket.

�Bloody hell! Watch where you put those oversized feet of
yours!� Goyle groused as he hopped on one very sore foot. The shelf he landed
up against jostled and dumped its contents to the floor. The sounds of breaking
glass and the dull echoing of a jar landing in a nearby bucket reverberated
throughout the room.

�Keep it down!� A blond head poked around the corner of the
door frame. �You want to get us caught?�

�Snape won�t do anything.�

�No. But, that old bat will,� Draco gestured over his
shoulder with one thumb in the direction of the Ravenclaw rooms. The other two
boys nodded in understanding.

As the last one exited the darkened room, the door slid
quietly shut and a faint click of a lock could be heard. Three slunk off down
the hall. No one noticed the small amount of smoke that began to roll from one
metal bucket sitting in the corner of the now vacant janitor�s closet.

�

In every respectable hotel across the U.K. there
exists a little thing called fire detection and prevention equipment. There are
laws that protect patrons from painful and awful deaths caused by many forms of
neglect by owners of establishments. The Ministry of Magic has even put in
place bans on magic in mostly Muggle areas of the country. Parents teach their
children about safe wand waving and the need to be careful when playing with fire.
However, no one ever thought to mention the ramifications of magic, teens,
hormones and of course � Muggle electricity. These things really do not mix and
when improperly combined� have a tendency to be volatile. Very volatile.

As flickering lights all over the sixth floor of the hotel
began to go out (the night manager knew that he would have to have a talk with
them about candles in their rooms as soon as he got that terrible issue with
the electrical outage under control) no one noticed the smoke that began to
roll out from under one small door of one small janitor�s closet on one noisy
sixth floor.

�

The night manager of a very respected six floor hotel had
just finished gathering his flash light and was making his way to the
electrical room to investigate a power outage that had interrupted a very good
episode of Are You Being Served?, when a second alarm began to ring.

Several men were immediately dispatched to find out the
cause and location of the second alarm. This one was more serious; however,
with all the safety measures in place� less distracting to the night manager.

�

�Um, Professor.�

�Yes Potter.� The Potions Master sounded about to snap.

�What is that noise?� They both stood quietly for a moment.

�It seems to be an alarm of some type.� His face contorted
into the shape of one trying desperately to hear and understand something
infinitely more important than anything else in the world. Suddenly, similar
looks of understanding crossed the faces of two ensnared wizards.

The Potions professor and his student both moved at the same
time to the heavy metal door that barricaded them in this small cell and began
to try to pry it open.

�We need a wedge��

�

�What happened to the back up system?� A flustered and
deeply irritated night manager growled at the two loathsome idiots working for
him.

�It seems that the overload knocked that out as well.� One
snapped at him. �What ever the bloody hell did this, it was strong.�

�What are you talking about?� He was not happy about this.
This little issue could cost him the
cushiest job he had ever had. �Get the damn thing back online, now.�

�Sir, we can�t.� The night manager glared at the idiot
daring to speak such nonsense. �What ever that surge was�it knocked out
everything.�

�Even the back up system.�

The night manager held his light in the eyes of the
incompetent fool that was going to receive the brunt of his wrath. �That is not possible. This system was
set up for multiple��

�Yes, we are well
aware of that.� The stockier of the two rose from his place bent over something
metallic and rather large.

�It may not be probable, but it is possible.� The shorter of
the two sneered at the stuffed shirt. �Well, it has happened.� The disdain dripping from the walls.

Trying to get them all back on track, the first cut them
off. �Sir, we have to send someone to check on that fire alarm.�

The night manager growled. �I have already done that��
Suddenly, a radio in the night manager�s right hand began to crack and hiss as
a voice exploded over it.

�Sir! Sir! We have a fire on floor six!�

The night manager spun around to storm from the room. �Have
you managed to get it put out?�

�No sir! It is in a janitor�s closet.� The voice sounded
hesitant and nervous. �We had to get a key. There just wasn�t��

�Get those kids out of there!� Images of the students from a
local private school flashed in his mind. Damn
it!

�We have already started sending them down the stairs. Neddy
went to begin evacuating the fifth floor and Sam went to the fourth.�

�What are you�� The night manager needed to regain control
of this chaos.

�Sir, the sprinkler system and the hoses are not working!
The outage had knocked� ah hell!� The radio crackled, stuttered, and cut out.

�Get out of there!� Panic was now rising in the night
manager�s chest.

Alerts were sent out to all employees to evacuate the
building. The local fire team was called. Things could not get much worse�so it
seemed.

Seconds later another voice echoed in the dark and noisy
halls of the lobby.

�Sir, we have an issue!� A short man in a cheap two piece
suit came sliding up to the manager in charge of the mayhem.

�What now?� He growled.

�We� have� a� a� lift stuck� between� between� floors four
and five,� he finally rushed out. The man was panting hard trying to catch his
breath.

�Is there anyone one it?� Could this night get any worse?

�We are trying to ascertain that now.� He bent over, finally
managing to breathe more normally.

Alarms wailed outside as fire teams began to descend upon
the once quite hotel.

�

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