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Trial by Fire	By : sazsazzel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 37684 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Well here's the next chapter. I hope you still want to read it and hope you enjoy it. Any and all reviews welcome. Please let me know about any errors and I'll correct straight away. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Unexpected Visitors

Dumbledore gave Fawkes and odd look. If he didn’t know better he would have said that the bird was twitchy. He seemed restless this past week, as if he was waiting for something. He sighed and walked out of the office, he did have a school to run after all. Just because the students weren’t there didn’t mean that he didn’t have things to do.

Fawkes watched the headmaster leave and chuckled, well as much as a phoenix could chuckle. Dumbledore didn’t know how right he was. Fawkes for lack of a better word was twitchy. After years and years of waiting it was nearly time. The only reason he came and stayed with the headmaster was because he knew that it would be the easiest way to meet ‘Him’. He will be here soon. Centuries of waiting were finally coming to an end.

Fawkes knew Dumbledore meant well, always doing things for the greater good. He just wished that he went about things a different way. He was a meddling old fool, who cared nothing for the people around him as long as he ‘though’ the end justified the means. Unfortunately they didn’t most of the time. Like with Harry, the poor boy. There was no need for him to live with those so called relatives and there was more protection over some teachers homes than Privet Drive.

Well, he will see soon. They will all see what a mistake that was. Because with great power comes great responsibility. Yes that’s right; Fawkes is a big fan of muggle films, especially the ones about comic book hero’s. You wouldn’t think it but Fawkes loved nothing better than sneaking into the local muggle cinemas and watching the latest block buster. He has even been known to flash down to London for a film premier or two. Don’t tell anyone though, that would take the fun out of it.

Fawkes head whipped up and he stared out of the window. He was looking at something far away. He trilled, extended him wings out to their full extent and bringing them back to his body with a resounding crack as he flashed away. It was time.

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He’d been in the garden all day. It was one of his favourite places. His shirt, long ago abandoned, was neatly folded on the wrought iron bench underneath the great oak tree by the side of the house. Sweat glistened on his well defined chests, running across his abs and making him shine like he’d been oiled as a sacrifice to the gods. Some would say he looked like a Greek god right then. Covered as he was in sweat and dirt, on his hands and knees in faded blue jeans, he was simply breath taking.

That is till you caught a glimpse of his face. Not that he was ugly, not by any means. He was distinguished, poised with strong features, jet black hair that was silky to the touch with onyx eyes. What would shock people was the fact that they had just been ogling Severus Snape, dreaded Potions Master and bat of the dungeons. He took great care of his body and it showed.

Now Spinner’s End wasn’t much to look at from the outside. Hell it wasn’t much to look at from the inside. It was clean, uncluttered and modestly decorated. If you’re thinking this is because Severus didn’t have enough galleons to move or redecorate then you’d be wrong. He very, very rich. He hadn’t looked into it but his fortune could probably give the Malfoy’s a run for their money. You see he owned the patents on quite a few commonly used potions and even a few spells. Add this to his salary as Potion Master at Hogwarts AND include the extra for being head of house and he wouldn’t ever have to worry about money. No, all he had to worry about was living long enough to spend it. Between the Dark Lord and Dumbles he was lucky to be alive so far.

Severus sighed. He was lonely. It was true that he pushed people away and stopped them getting close but that was because of his job as a spy in Voldermort’s ranks. He couldn’t afford to loose someone close to him so the kept his heart locked away. It would destroy him and he couldn’t allow that. So he developed a coping mechanism. The more he felt drawn to someone, the more he liked them the worse he treated them so they would be out of harms way.

He rubbed his hands on his jeans as he looked at his garden. This was the real reason he hadn’t sold this house. He had spent years cultivating it, nurturing it and planting some of the rarest potion ingredients. One day he would share this with someone, one day when the war was finally over. “One day” he muttered. If he survived…

Sighing again he stood up with a grace that few could master, collected his tools and headed towards the house. He was just reaching for his shirt when a bright flash above his head blinded him temporarily. Severus counted to 10 before he opened his eyes, trying to control his temper. He knew that flash! It was Dumbledore’s bloody pigeon! What could that confounding man want now? He was promised peace! He should have known he wouldn’t get it. He glared at Fawkes then blinked. He could have sworn the bird grinned at him, preposterous. “What do you want?” Severus growled. Fawkes just trilled and turned to look at the end of the garden.

He was more confused than ever now. Usually when Fawkes showed up he either dropped a letter or flashed him away somewhere before he could blink. But neither happened, he simply continued to stare at the end of the garden. This went on for several minutes. Severus tired of this quickly.

“You can stay out here you bloody pigeon but I’m not playing your games! Don’t even…” he trailed off as another even bigger and brighter light flashed at the end of the garden. Once the light faded he could see a body on the ground. With a flick of his wrist his wand was in his hand instantly. He cautiously crept towards the prone figure on the ground. Meanwhile Fawkes kept trilling a happy song.

Severus shook his head trying to clear out the warm fuzzy feelings the song suddenly made wash over him. He needed his wits about him. No-one should be able to get through his wards, not even Dumbles, that’s why he always sent his bloody bird.

As he got closer he lowered his wand. He knew that unruly hair anywhere. Potter! He sprinted the remaining few steps and dropped to his knees. The boy’s shirt was ripped to shreds and only hanging on by a thread. His jeans looked to be in a similar state. What on earth had happened to him? He was clearly unconscious. “Oh Harry…” he whispered.

He gently rolled Harry onto his back and started running his wand over him trying to find out what was wrong. He couldn’t see anything wrong with him, apart from the shredded clothes and being unconscious of course.

Just then Harry’s body arched off the ground and a piercing scream was ripped from his lips, causing Severus to fall back on his arse in shock.

Fawkes let out a high pitched trill and was jumping up and down on a branch of the oak tree. It’s time.

To be continued…
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