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The Prize	By : Kvarta Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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REVELATIONS…TRAPPED AGAIN
Three days later, he grinned victoriously, all curses were removed. He barely managed to read few pages of the book when owl knocked on his window. Frowning at what he recognized as Ministry owl, he let the bird in and took the note. Bird flew the second he took the note, not even waiting for a treat. As he read the parchment deep crinkle wedged between his brows, he marched to the living room and tossed the floo in fireplace calling Minister, Weasley Percy’s head appeared
- I want to talk to Minister Mr. Weasley. – demanded
- I’m sorry Sir, Minister is on the meeting outside the ministry. –
- Can you explain this? – he waved parchment with note
- What is that Sir? –
- Mr. Weasley, there is your signature on this document too, do you want to tell me that you authorized something without reading it? And that goes only after you arranged something in my name before consulting ME first. –
- Oh, the meeting with Daily Prophet! – smiled Weasley and he wished that he could hex him through the floo call – I believe that Minister explained to you, as a part of your pension and your hero status, you are in obligation to give occasional interview to the press, Sir. We postponed as long as we could, but after short news in Prophet from the other day, we were forced to arrange meeting with…. –
- What news? –
- Didn’t you read the Prophet from two days ago, Sir? –
- It may have escaped your notice Mr. Weasley, but Minister himself, enforced an undesired tutelage on my person. Shall we say that I was too preoccupied to read gossiping columns? Do enlighten me about that news. –
- Well, Sir, the article in question has picture of you and Miss Katya in Diagon Alley, and … and …. –
- Never mind Mr. Weasley, I’ll read it myself since you obviously lack the brain capacity to summaries simple news article. - ending the connection, he called – Tippy, bring me Daily Prophet from two days ago! –
Sitting in to the armchair he waited, snatching the newspaper as it appeared on the table. He skimmed trough titles; on the third page was a picture of him and Katya in front of the Madam Malkin’s shop. In horror, he watched as scene played on the loop – Katya grabbing him by the hand and he lowering his head to glance at her. Above the picture was title and below short text
“NEW LOVE FOR SEVERUS SNAPE?
War hero with shady past, notorious Potions Master Severus Snape is spotted at Diagon Alley yesterday in a company of an unknown witch that saved his life.
From unofficial sources, we learn that Potion Master and said witch live together at his new home. It is said that nearly three weeks ago, former Hogwarts Professor, now retired war hero and the witch moved it to their little love nest (?).
Is this means that Severus Snape found new love in his life? Always secretive person, former spy captured our hearts with his undying love from school days. After the trials, we received many letters in support for former Professor Snape and his sad love story that drove him to heroic act and role in both wizarding wars. Is the near-death experience influenced Severus Snape to open his heart again or is the act of bravery and dedication from nameless witch found way to his heart? Who is that witch? We will try to find out more in future.”
He growled at article, tossing the paper to the corner of the room, disgusted with it. Lurching from the chair and picking up the newspaper, walked to the Katyas room and opened the door, she was sitting behind the table surrounded by books, scribbling on the parchment.
- I blame you for this! – bellowed at her, she jumped on her seat startled and looked at him quizzically
- What did I do now? –
- This… - he choked shoving a paper in front of her nose; she looked at it and shrugged
- I’ve seen this, just normal journalistic gossip. –
- I do not appreciate when my person is discussed, even less gossiped about, Miss Katya, privately or publicly. You better remember that. When we are in public you are not going to touch me EVER AGAIN. Did I make myself clear? –
- Yes, no touching, I got it. Not like we are going in to public at all. –
- Due to your inability to refrain yourself from being obnoxious nuisance that you are, we are forced to go, not only to public but to the newspapers. Ministry arrange us an interview, which would take place two days from now. During the interview, you are not allowed to say anything concerning where you are coming from or what you did. I will compose the list of answers and you going to stick to them. –
- Yes, Sir. – she saluted and he loomed threateningly above her
- You are liability. A meddling little louse and if something like this happens again…I. Will. End. Your. Miserable. Life. – hissed
- I’d love to see you try. – she hissed back standing up – I get it that you don’t like to be in the center of attention, but don’t overdo it. And don’t threaten me with impossible, not very productive. –
- In 3 hours, Miss Katya. Basement. We will practice dueling. – he squeezed through clenched teeth, his voice barely above whisper, turning on his heel he stormed to the library ignoring her calls
- Practice dueling? What’s that supposed to mean? Hey…I still didn’t manage to move away from most basic spells with my wand! –
He stalked to the library and picked up the book, finishing introductory chapter he sighed, for next thing he was about to do he needed a clear head. Putting a book aside he took a quill and started to compose answers for Katya, this took him good two hours. Finally, he sent parchments to Katya by Tippy and started a preparation. The book was thick and written in small crumped letters; he was glad that as a part of book was incantation that could help him speed up the process of searching. He took all necessary steps, following instructions to the letter, finally murmuring the spell he pricked himself and allowed a drop of blood to fall on designated page.
Book spun in to the air, spinning and rotating, vigorously turning pages. After a few moments, it fell back on the table, opened on the spell that was unfamiliar to him Revivescant (To live), curse was explained on 6 or 7 pages and he immersed himself in to the reading. As the pages slipped by, he was more and more agitated; by the end of the text he was downright furious.
Storming to Katyas room he bellowed
- Basement. Now! – and rushed down, barely containing himself from attacking her on the spot.
Katya appeared shortly after him, with confused face
- Was it already passed 3 hours? I set my …. –
She never managed to finish the sentence, he lurched rather strong Crushiatus at her. Curse bounced back of her skin a hit him forcefully breaking through shield charm. He clenched his teeth, hissing in pain. To his surprise even if curse didn’t graze her, she screamed, falling to her knees, shaking. He stared in her, utterly confused, as she forced herself in to shaky legs, something he had to admire given that he barely managed to stay on his feet. Her face darkened in anger
- Are you insane! – she growled at him and he hurled another curse at her, fully prepared to be hit with it. This time, however she didn’t just raise her shield, she deflected the curse rerouting it harmlessly in to the empty wall.
With one wave of her hand, he found himself pinned against the wall. She approached him, looking almost wild, and her anger easily matching his.
- So, you figured it out. – that was a statement, she glared at him – And you decided to retaliate. Did you even stopped to learn about the curse? What does it do? How does it function? Nooooooooo, you decided to act like a raving lunatic. –
He opened his mouth to protest, but he waved her hand again, he discovered that he had no voice
- Silence. NOW you are going to listen to me. You may play your little games, you may burry me under the mountains of homework and insane deadlines. Trust me, whatever you try, I’ve been through worse. You know the spell I used on you, I’m glad about that. What you obviously failed to find out is how the freaking thing works. Let me demonstrate. – she hissed, stretching her right arm, somewhere from the apartment a small, sharp kitchen knife fizzed in to her palm.
He watched as she sliced two long vertical gashes along the veins in both of her arms. His eyes popped out, she grinned at him, sitting on the floor. Soon enough he felt dizzy, like he is losing a blood, while his forearms sting like he was the one who cut himself. She looked her gaze at his, and he noticed that even if she was now sitting in a pool of blood, there was much less blood than he would expect. After several minutes, she stood up, baring her hands and walking towards him, the gashes knitted themselves.
- This should have killed me, as you know. But it didn’t. It wouldn’t have killed you either. As long as the curse is active neither of us could die a violent death, much to my dismay. – she hissed, her voice icy whisper, he struggled to speak and she waved her hand
- Blood bound… - he spat disgusted
- Relax, bound by blood. Not married, consider me as your long-lost cousin. And curse will end at one point. –
- And what would that be? –
- When you stop being self-destructive. But truly and honestly, not just a desire to live, but to live with quality, curse can be broken at that point. It all dependents of you will I be here a month, a year or to the rest of our lives. As I told you already, I picked your name out of the hat, you are just a poor replacement for the person I wanted to save. No, I have no agenda, no hidden goal up my sleeve. I just want to save your sorry ass and leave this place. –
- To die. – hissed – Why deny me form something you desire for yourself? –
- I don’t want to die, unlike you, death is my last option. And I’m damned if I don’t take as many of them if I have to go. Now, I might be across the globe and this would still work, albeit much weaker and more painfully. Now it is up to you to grow up and stop acting like a spoiled teenager. The sooner you start enjoying life the sooner you will see my back. And next time, JUST BLOODY ASK, politely. – she waved her hand releasing him from invisible binds. – Shall we continue with our class now? –
- Out. – his voice was dark and barely audible
-But… -
- OUT!!! – he bellowed, she gave him one sideway glance and left.
Kneeling on the floor, he clenched his teeth, desire to scream his throat raw was overwhelming. Anger that he was feeling just seconds ago, turned in dull throbbing emptiness, he felt something he didn’t felt for a long, long time. Fighting against prickling sensation in the corners of his eyes he opened his palm grunting
- Accio – everything started to shake, he plastered himself to the ground as things in the room flew in his direction. He was only vaguely aware that she returned to the room. Only through the haze he realized that things stopped flying in his direction and that she is pushing him back to his knees, clasping her palms over his and leaning her forehead to his, murmuring softly. Darkness engulfed him.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Katya swayed as he leaned on her with full weight.
- Fantastic! Tippy! Tippy!! – elf popped and squealed – Tippy, Mr. Snape fainted. Can you, please, transfer us both to his room and then bring Poppy? Be careful, I can’t let go of his hands. –
- Yes Miss Katya. – sniffled elf
In a blink of an eye they were in his room, silently she thanked to all Deities she could remember for Tippy’s assertiveness. She managed to lay him on the bed, leaving her straddling his chest, her forehead still pressed at his, and clenching on his palms.
- …just take the full dose…. What in a name of Merlin… - she heard Poppy’s voice than a shrill yelp – Oh my goodness! Tippy… -
- Poppy, help me please! – Katya called – Can you bring him to conscience please? I can’t let him go or he will bring roof on our heads. –
- What is going on? – huffed Poppy – What in a blazing… - she mussed checking diagnostic spell – He is radiating magic! –
- I know, don’t you think I enjoy this! This is the only way I know to contain it. I need him conscience, only he can stop it. –
- Let me see what I can do. What happened? –
- We had a little alteration, ok more than a lite one. I don’t know how but he found out, somehow, he figured out about the blood bond. He attacked me and I had to… - she paused - …to subdue him. –
- Didn’t I warn you that he is fragile? –
- You did, but he was hurting us both. I have no idea how he managed to keep the channels open. – she mumbled
- What channels? –
- He displayed something similar after I tested him in prison. I should consider myself lucky he connects his anger to air and not fire. –
- What channels, Katya?! –
- For elemental magic, my kind of magic. Testing shouldn’t do that, it is only invoking aptitude by my magic. He shouldn’t have been so attuned to elements, not without training, not without… Aghhhhhhhh! – she growled in frustration
- The blood bong dearie, didn’t you think about that? –
- Bloody hell! I never gave it a thought; my blood is already…. fuck…oops, sorry Poppy. –
- I’m a grown woman, I can handle a foul language. – chuckled Matron – He’s waking up. Well Severus you surly are one to give me a scare on regular basis. –
- What did I tell you about touching me Miss Katya? – he growled, Katya eased her hands, lifting them slightly from his palms, with a sigh of relief she just collapsed – Remove yourself from me woman! – he demanded
- With pleasure. – Katya struggled to stand removing herself from him and the bed in a same time, causing her only to tumble and land on his stomach
- Bloody hell! – he grunted in pain – I said remove yourself from my person, immediately! –
- I’m doing my best. – she hissed, finally finding her footing, feeling weak on her feet – Poppy, please, knock him out again. –
- I do not need…. –
- If you are to go in yet another fit of anger then you do need, or at least notify me before you try to collapse a house on us. –
- What did you do to me, witch? – every word from his mouth dripped like a venom
- I just advanced to your teacher, regrettably. Until I teach you how to control elements, keep your emotions in check. – she scowled at him, with that Katya left pacing to her room and collapsing on the bed. Every muscle in her body was trembling, she sighed, and she needed to rest.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus watched Katya leaving the room, all his spunk dissipated the moment he was alone with Poppy. His voice sounded tired, even to himself
- You knew, Poppy? –
- I did what medic I’d be if I didn’t? –
- Why didn’t you told me? Why no one told me? –
- This why. – she pointed at him – You tried to harm her. –
- I tried to kill her. – stated calmly – Sadly, that is not an option anymore. –
- Look Severus, - Poppy sat on the bed, next to him – Did you do what I advise you? Did you seat and talked to her, nicely?... Mhm, just as I thought. I know you don’t have habit to place your trust in others, but…honestly boy you don’t have much choice now but to trust her. –
- Obviously. – he intoned
- Don’t give me that attitude young man! That woman sacrificed much more than you can perceive at this point. You be nice to her, she is not to blame. She couldn’t have known. – he snorted – How could she? She had an access only to public records. Promise me that you will at least use that brilliant brain of yours to think about what we just talked? Think about everything. –
- Thank you, Poppy. – he closed his eyes, feeling extremely tired
- Mhm, you are welcome my boy. – Poppy leaned and landed a soft kiss on his forehead – I’m going to check on Katya now, she looked like she is going to faint herself. –
He stayed silent, motionless, feeling the emptiness echoing in his chest, indecisive on his own feelings. He felt trapped and at the same time oddly free.
“What is wrong with me? I should be enraged; I should hate the situation I found myself in. What the hell is wrong with me?”
He could not fathom why Katya’s presence didn’t annoy him in a matter that it supposed to. She was smart, sharp on her thong and as far as he could judge perfect student. They were much further with her studies than he could predict, he was even mulling on whitening her education to new subjects. His reactions to her were more a habit than reflection of his own feelings. Then again, he could not discern what he was feeling. For the longest time his main motivators were anger and hatred, now he just felt empty, deployed of all thoughts and emotions, oddly dislocated from his past.
“Maybe I am out to try and talk to her, figure out what she did to me, figure out why…” with that thought he sunk in to a slumber.
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