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Title: Old Habits Die Hard

Author: setosgirl

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Warnings: Slash, MPREG

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, nor
shall I ever, own Harry Potter or any characters therein. I only own the plot.

Parings: Voldemort / Snape, Harry / Snape

Summary: Snape’s secret mission for
the Order is revealed – Voldemort’s personal – hem hem – ‘slave’! Then the Dark Lord
makes a revelation that stuns him… and he blames Harry for everything.

Notes: Harry is seventeen, at the
beginning of his last year at the start of the story. By the end, it’ll
be the end of his last year.

Old Habits Die Hard

Chapter 2

setosgirl

“Hey Harry, guess what?”
Ron yelled excitedly as he came down to the Gryffindor common room the next
morning. Ron was standing by the bulletin board of announcements.
“Potions is cancelled!”

“Really?” Harry went over to examine the
announcement himself, assure himself that it was true. No Snape today! He had
the time to finish his essay, which he had sadly neglected yesterday.
“This is great!” he said, grinning.

“I don’t think it
is,” Hermione said, hurrying over to them.

“Well, I know you don’t
like missing out on all the extra homework, Hermione,” said Ron,
“but I’ll bet Harry does.” (Ron himself was not taking N.E.W.T. potions.) Harry nodded in fervent agreement.

“It’s not that,”
she said, her voice almost distracted. “Think about what Harry said
yesterday – Snape’s been missing a lot on the weekends, and even
though he’s never missed a class before, he does sometimes act a little
strange on Mondays… I’ve seen him limp when he thinks no one is
watching, and he doesn’t insult anyone nearly as much. In fact, he
usually even ignores Malfoy completely. I think
there’s something going on with him.”

“Like what?” Ron cried
incredulously. “Last time we saw him limping, he got bitten by a giant
three-headed dog – are you trying to say that Fluffy’s
back?”

“No, nothing
like that,” she humphed irritably. “Just-“

“Then
what?” Ron
demanded again.

“Oh, I don’t know! But
I’m sure there’s an explanation.”

“I know what it is,
too,” Ron muttered after she left. “He’s sneaking off to go
see his Master – he’s still a Deatheater, after all. Once a
Deatheater, always a Deatheater.”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t
know, Ron… He’s on our side. I trust him – I don’t like
him by any stretch of the word, but I believe he’s not working for
Voldemort.”

Ron just shrugged, making it fairly
obvious what his opinions on the matter were, but followed Harry out the door
toward breakfast, moving with the flow of the other students. They found seats
next to Hermione, who said something about having had
to go to the library before breakfast, and started digging in.

Harry just glanced at the
teachers’ table, then looked back. There was one
empty seat, and Harry saw immediately who it belonged to.

“Snape’s missing,”
he said, nudging Ron. “He’s not up there.”

Ron looked over, and Hermione
followed suit. “You’re right,” she said. “Maybe he
hasn’t returned from whatever he does on the weekends yet…”

Harry shrugged. “It’s a
little strange…”

Then the morning post arrived, and
everything was lost for a moment amid the owls. When the air had cleared again,
Harry noticed that Professor Dumbledore was missing as well.

* * * * *

“Scourgify…”
Snape muttered, cleaning his vomit off of the floor. For a moment, when he had
woken up, he hadn’t remembered what had happened the previous day. As
soon as he’d heard that phrase in his mind again, though, playing through
his head like a song you couldn’t stop thinking about – “Yes,
my pet, an heir… I’ve chosen you to carry it for me…”
– he had been immediately and violently ill. He wasn’t foolish
enough to think that it had had anything to do with the fact of – and he
choked again – carrying Voldemort’s child – it was only the
idea of it, at this point, that made him sick.

He looked at his hands. They were
trembling slightly – there was no way he could face his classes. The very
thought of seeing all those faces made him want to throw up again. No –
he’d just have to cancel class today. Maybe all this
week. This week… That made him think of
the weekend. Voldemort would expect him back this weekend… he
couldn’t do it. He couldn’t go back there!

There was a quiet knock on the door,
asking politely for entrance.

“Go away!” he yelled at
whoever it was, his voice enough to strike terror into
more than just the students. He couldn’t look at anyone, couldn’t
talk to anyone… What was he going to do? He couldn’t allow this to
happen to him, but he couldn’t give up this chance for the Order… To actually have Voldemort’s heir… He
couldn’t go back there, but he couldn’t stay away… His
situation was impossible. He rested his head on his arm, leaning against the
wall.

The door opened quietly behind him,
and he quickly spun around. “I told you to go away!” He saw that it
was Dumbledore and didn’t care. He wanted to be alone.

“Severus,” the elder
said kindly, “you know I won’t. Now, what’s the
matter?”

“Just… just get
out,” Snape tried to order him, but his voice weakened perceptibly.
Dumbledore had already won…

The older wizard put his hand on his
shoulder, but Snape just shrugged it off and walked away from him.
“You’ve cancelled all of your classes today,” Dumbledore
said, though they both already knew that.

“Yes,” Snape said, his voice back to normal. “I have.”

“You weren’t at
breakfast.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“There’s obviously
something wrong, Severus. I want you to tell me what it is.”

“I’m not going
to!” he snapped. “Why don’t you mind your own business, you
doddering old fool!”

If anything, the calm kindness with
which Dumbledore smiled at that comment only made him angrier. “As
headmaster of this school, anything which impairs your ability to teach is my
business. Besides…” He smiled again. “I never could
resist.”

Snape stubbornly refused to respond.
Dumbledore continued regarding him with his calm gaze, but he resisted, and
said nothing.

“Furthermore, as the
nominative leader of the Order, anything that has to do with our foe, which I can
only assume this does, is also my business.”

He shuddered at the mention of
Voldemort, but still didn’t respond.

“Finally, Severus, as your
friend-” Snape snorted, but he went on. “As your friend, I
make it my business to know what’s troubling you. You’re obviously
very troubled – I need you to tell me why.”

“It’s none of your
business,” he snapped again, but he knew that wasn’t true. In fact,
Dumbledore was the one person in the world who he should tell. Dumbledore had
to know… he just couldn’t bear to tell him. To
tell anyone. As bad as it was now, if he had to say it out loud…

“You’re trembling,
Severus.”

Snape resolutely clenched his fists
and turned his back to the headmaster.

“It has something to do with
what you told me yesterday.”

“Yes…” he admitted
through clenched teeth, almost as though the word was forced from him.

Dumbledore came up behind him and
put a light hand gently on his shoulder. “Something you didn’t tell
me, rather. Something Voldemort said? Something about his heir…?”

“It’s me…”
he said woodenly. “He chose me…” he felt himself getting
faint just from having said it, almost welcomed the wave of unconsciousness
that he was sure was coming… He was going to faint, and he honestly
didn’t care.

But no – he drew himself
together with barely a swaying of his body and turned calmly to face
Dumbledore. “He chose me to bear his heir,” he said calmly.
“I don’t understand how, but with certain spells and potions, he
said he was able to make it possible. He said… I was the perfect hiding
place…” His voice cracked slightly, but he still refused to show
any sign of weakness.

Dumbledore’s eyebrows rose
dramatically. “You? Then it a great stroke of
luck that he told you before he did it. Here,” he gently steered him
toward the bed. “Sit down. I can quite understand your reaction.
Obviously, you can’t go back there…”

“No…” Snape said
faintly, only hearing his voice as from a great distance. “He
didn’t tell me before… I’m already…” The world
seemed to waver before him, fade away… black.

* * * * *

He awakened to the sound of a door
being shut gently. He quickly opened his eyes, instinctively suspicious of his
surroundings, and took the scene in, relaxing slightly when he recognized he hospital wing. He was lying on one of the beds –
the door had apparently been someone just leaving. For a moment he wondered
almost anxiously who it had been, but he told himself not to be foolish. He was
at Hogwarts – even He
couldn’t get to him here.

“Severus,”
he heard form beside him, and quickly looked toward Dumbledore, sitting beside
his bed. He looked considerably more serious than Snape had often seen him
before. “How are you?”

“I’m
fine,” he said shortly, forcing himself to sit up,
ignoring the way the room seemed to spin around him.

“You’re
not fine,” the headmaster told him. “And for that, I apologize.
This is my fault.”

Snape glared at
him. “Partly,” he said coldly. “Though I
would hardly place the greater part of the blame on you.” He swung
his legs off of the bed and stood, resolutely refusing to sway in his
dizziness.

“Nevertheless,”
Dumbledore said, “it was on my responsibility that you were sent there,
and this is my responsibility. I will do everything in my power to correct
this.

“I know
that.”

“SEVERUS ADRIAN
SALOMON SNAPE!” He quickly turned around, vaguely thinking that somehow a
Howler had gotten in here… and apparently from his long-dead parents, for
who else would call him by his entire name? No Howler, though, just a very
irate-looking Poppy Pomfrey, brandishing a wand at
him. “YOU GET BACK IN BED RIGHT THIS INSTANT! I can sedate you as easily
now as when you were a student!”

“Madame Pomfrey,” he said calmly and quietly, reminding
himself that he was not a student,
and there was no reason to be intimidated. “I am quite capable of – ”

“NOW!”

He sat down on
the edge of the bed, defeated. Dumbledore offered a very small smile of
amusement at seeing the tall, dark, intimidating Snape beaten down in such a
manner, but the concern didn’t leave his eyes. “I had to tell her,
of course, Severus.”

Snape’s
dark eyes flicked quickly to him. “Why?” he asked in his cold,
quiet voice. “There’s nothing she can do.”

“There may
be something,” Dumbledore answered him. “I must exhaust every
option.”

“There’s
nothing,” he said calmly. “If you will excuse me, I have potions to
grade.” He started to stand again, but the nurse shoved a potion into his
chest.

“Drink
this,” she commanded. Snape gave in and did as he was told.

“What was
that?” he asked belatedly, thinking he should have checked first…
he obviously was bothered if he would drink an unknown potion from anyone…

“Asphodel
and wormwood,” she said absently, busying herself elsewhere in the room.

He tried to
stand in disbelief. “What? Why would you…” Before he could
finish the sentence, the sleeping potion took effect and he slumped over
backward, completely unconscious.

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AN: I’m so mean, aren’t
I? But I’m going to get around to doing the third chapter soon as well,
and I’ll eventually get to the Harry/Snape… and yes, since I always
write the pairings with the submissive one last, Snape is going to be bottom to
Harry… *purr*

Anyway, thanks to my reviewers,
and please be patient, I’m not very fast at updating…
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