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Death Eater Takes a Holiday	By : LeeLeePotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Ducks* I know this took forever, and it's not even that long

Chapter 23 Tea, and pastries

Having shocked Albus certainly should have been
entertaining. Severus was too upset with the situation to enjoy the sight
before him. Well, maybe not too upset. *smirk*

After the initial shock, Albus stood up when his
mind registered the hot liquid seeping through his robes. With a snap of his
wand the desk was cleared. Cooling and drying charms were placed on his robes
to offset the hot tea.

Albus sat pensively for a moment. He had made bad
decisions regarding Harry in the past; in addition he had guided Harry in
various directions doing what he thought was for the best. Many of them had
been for the best, but after a lot of thought, and a therapy session he was
asked to join with Harry and his counselor one day, Albus had agreed to be more
open with Harry. He would avoid keeping him in the dark about things that
directly affected him. He made a personal promise to himself that he would not
manipulate things to alter great events in Harry's life behind his back. Sure,
he would always have a little fun with the small stuff. After all, with age comes
knowledge. Why shouldn't he have a little fun helping out people he cared for?
The strawberries worked out rather well. But as for the big stuff, he would
allow the boy to live, and live with his decisions. But here he sat, having set
up this holiday that led to a milestone in Harry's life. Clearly this situation
was greatly manipulated by Albus. He had broken a promise to the boy.

With the wind gone from his sails, Severus sat in
the upholstered chair across from Albus. Sev's long fingers rubbed the bridge
of his nose. He waited for Albus to say something, anything.

"His virginity?"

Sev's head dropped, slightly nodding.

"The courting stage of a relationship may have
changed a bit since the mid-1800's when I were a teen, but if you think I could
spend over fifty years surrounded by them and not know what's going on, you're
mistaken, Severus," he said before conjuring up a new tray of tea. "I
thought with only a week's time, plus the fact that you were introduced the
first evening, I was avoiding a situation like this."

"The introductions were delayed as I
recall," Severus said dryly, since it mattered, he�d kissed Harry before
dinner that first evening.

"Delayed yes, but for what, an hour or two at
the most? I always got the impression that Mr. Potter was very careful about
who he spent his time with. You were a stranger, after all."

"Did it ever occur to you that it seemed that
way because he doesn't like to date girls?" Severus waved his hand.
"Who am I kidding? He may have been careful with me as well if I hadn't
pushed." The headmaster raised an eyebrow at the last part.
"Apparently not knowing who the famous Harry Potter is, is quite an
asset."

"Severus, please tell me that you didn't �
before I'd had a chance to introduce the staff?"

"No, no it was several days after, when I went
off and pouted when he had refused my advances," Sev said rolling his eyes
at his own actions. "In his misguided attempt to make me feel better,
Harry went on to tell me all the heroic things I'd done in the past. It was
then that he realized what a wonderful man I was," he finished, his voice
full of sarcasm. "Honestly Albus, you take away my bad memories, make me a
teen, what's left besides raging hormones and Quidditch? Now he wants to get to
know me better, as if that was me at all."

"What do you suppose Harry would be like if you
took away the threat of Voldemort and the other pressures of his life? Very
much the same as you were, I would suspect. You saw how much more relaxed he
was this week with no Slytherins or even otheder der students around besides
Ronald. He was more relaxed on holiday, much like you were. I believe Harry did
get to know you, more than you'd like to admit, Severus."

"I grew up with the pressures of life, and the
effects of war. Sure, I could have been like that, but I wasn't. I am the
product of a very different environment."

"Do you think Harry is blind to that fact? Was
it not your acts as an adult that changed his feelings for you?"

"You�re rather calm about this Albus,
well�" Severus glanced at the desk where the teacup had shattered.
"Relatively calm. You should have fired me by now."

Albus noticed the change of subject, but didn't
comment on it.

"You know perfectly well I can't fire you,
Severus." Albus sighed and handed Severus a cup of tea. "I knew years
ago when I offered you the position of Professor, that you could not be fired,
and you in turn could not quit, at least not for the time being."

"Not if I want to live," quipped Snape.
Albus furrowed his brows.

Severus had joked, but he knew that he was one of
the few, if not the only Death Eater, that held a position that required him to
be available day and night. It meant he was still called, but mostly involving
a need for potions. Voldemort wanted him to stay close to Albus Dumbledore, so
he was resigned to the fact that if Severus was gone for too long Albus would
become suspicious. If Snape were to quit or be fired, his loyalties would be in
question.

"Never once have you given me reason to regret
the decisions I've made regarding your position. In all these years, you've not
once taken advantage of our arrangement," stated Albus seriously. Severus
nodded, and sipped his tea. "Severus, you know that I care for you as my
very own, and like you, Harry has a special place in my heart." This was
hard for the old wizard. He had a strong need to protect them both. What he had
to figure out was from what or who was he protecting them. "I need to make
sure of a few things Severus."

"I assumed you would." Severus was
expressionless once again. Mentally preparing himself for the questions he know
would come.

"You said that you had pushed Harry
before he knew who you were. What was his reaction to your advances?"

Severus stayed quiet for a moment; he had already
replayed these scenes in his head a dozen times the past few days.

"He was amicable, slightly guarded."
Severus remembered Harry pulling himself out of his reach that first day on the
grass. It occurred to him that for a teen, Harry stayed remarkably in control.

"He didn't allow me to push him in to anything
he didn�t want." Severus was very uncomfortable. After Death Eater
meetings he would have to inform Albus about what he had seen and done, but
this was different. These were things he did, by his own decisions, albeit as a
teen.

"Mr. Weasley didn't seem surprised by your
presence in the infirmary. Are he and Miss Granger aware of your relationship,
or the extent to which it has gone?"

"I'm not sure if they know everything.
Weasley's threats to my personal well-being prove he isn't totally clueless.
Remarkably enough, he seemed to trust me with Harry. He is quite protective of
him."

"Do you wish to make a formal complaint
regarding the past week�s events?" Albus asked, surprising the younger man
with his question. Severus� thoughts went back to what Harry had said regarding
the possible scenarios if he were to try to get him expelled, or complain. No
one would gain from his making an official grievance over this. At this point
he would he want to anyway?

"No." he said flatly.

Dumbledore smiled at him.

"Thank you for being frank with me Severus. Did
you get a chance to tell Harry that you don't hate him?" said Albus; the
damn twinkle was back in his soft blue eyes.

"No, but I would think coddling him in the infirmary
would eliminate the need to express my hatred for him, or lack there of."

"Perhaps, but it�s nice to be told." Albus
sipped his tea again. Severus narrowed his eyes.

"I will allow him to get to know me better
Albus, but only because we will begin his training for the Order soon after
Harry finishes school."

"Your relationship is off to a great
start," stated Albus. Severus thought for sure he was being sarcastic.

"Albus," he began, each word spoken
slowly. "Do you know what Harry keeps in his pocket?

A note from me, promising not to kill
him," he said dryly. "That is not the start of a healthy
relationship."

Albus chuckled and offered him a biscuit.

Some time during this conversation�

High up in the Gryffindor tower Ron Weasley was
rummaging through his friends trunk looking for an invisibility cloak. He
slipped into the kitchens to grab a quick box of treats and head for the
infirmary.

Harry stirred in the bed. Madam Pomfrey had woken
him several times to check on him, and he hadn't been fully asleep when Ron
entered. The redhead smiled when he saw Harry's eyes open.

"Hey mate, how are you feeling?"

Harry shrugged.

"I couldn�t sleep without knowing if you were
alright. As it is, Hermione's going to have kittens when she finds out I didn't
wake her."

"What time is it?" asked a sleepy Harry.

"You don�t want to know. I plan on sleeping
though breakfast. Hell, with the N.E.W.T.'s behind us, I may sleep past the
first class too."

"You, miss breakfast?" teased Harry. Ron
tried to look affronted. But settled for breaking open the box of treats.

"I brought us provisions to hold us o&quo"
said Ron opening the box, and holding it for his friend to have first choice.
Ron grabbed an enormous cream puff and started in on it. "Duh it sill
urt?" asked Ron through the large pastry. Harry laughed at Ron's attempt
at speech, but rubbed his head regretting his laughing.

"I guess it still hurts, but not the same as
usual." He rubbed the back of his head. "My scar doesn�t hurt, and
the pain from Malfoy is gone."

"What do you mean, Malfoy!" yelled Ron
ready to pummel the Slytherin. Harry held up his hand to calm him.

"Not Draco, Lucius. It was Malfoy Sr. who got
crucioed tonight. Crucioed�that's a word right?"

Ron shrugged. "It is now," and they
laughed. "What did Malfoy do for that?"

"I haven't met with Dumbledore yet, so I can't
say, I think he failed to do something or another. I'll let you know if it's
anything that I can repeat." Ron understood and wouldn't ask any more
questions.

Harry decided that was enough bad thoughts and dove
into his chocolate �clair. Ron made a face when Harry licked off the chocolate
and began to suck out the cream.

"Ew, you're going to turn me off of �clairs for
a year if you keep that up," protested Ron.

"Give it a rest Ron. You make it sound as if
every time I eat it's sexual.� Ron wriggled is nose.

"You do! The way you lick that thing
clean," objected Ron. Harry rolled his eyes.

"You just have such a sick mind, all you ever
think about is sex. I've always eaten the chocolate first, since I'm here at
Hogwarts, but since I told you I liked men you're all freaked out. You should
see yourself eat one of these, you're no better." Deciding to have some
fun, Harry smirked and slowly took the whole pastry in his mouth. He moaned
with his eyes closed, swallowed some cream filling and slid it back out again.
When Harry fluttered his eyes back open he was presented with the sight of Ron
frozen in place, mouth gaping open, and full of creampuff. Ron's eyes were wide
as saucers, shocked at his friends display. "That�s just wrong!" Ron
said lightheartedly with his mouth still full. Harry snickered, and took an
abrupt bite out of the �clair. Ron winced. "That clinched it, I'll never
eat one of those again for the rest of my life," ranted Ron in mock
disgust. Harry knew he wasn�t really upset, just squicked.

It didn't take too long for Madam Pomfrey to hear a
commotion in her infirmary. She gave
Ron a stern look, but it always warmed her heart to see that Harry's friends
would stand by him.

"Things are going to get very quiet around here
when you two finish school. Whatever will I do with my spare time?" she
gave them a warm smile. "Now, Mr. Weasley I think its time you let my
patient get some sleep," chided Pomfrey. Ron didn�t move just yet, he knew
they could always buy ten extra minutes.

"You voice is saying get out, but your eyes are
saying chocolate �clair," tempted Harry holding up the box to her.
Normally this would be where she would tell them they had ten minutes and scold
them for eating treats this time of night, or morning considering the hour. But
she was going to miss them, and she hoped this would be Harry's last visit to
the infirmary as a patient.

"Scoot over Ron," she said, shocking the
redhead, and picked up an �clair. Ladylike as always she broke off a small
piece of the pastry before popping it into her mouth. "When I was child I
used to eat all the chocolate first," she said with a smile. "It
drove my Mum crazy. She said I did it so I wouldn't have to share it." She
delicately broke off another piece and ate it. Harry smiled. She seldom spoke
of her personal life with him. He suspected it was easier for her to stay calm
during medical emergencies if she always kept things professional. Merlin knew
he has had his share of medical emergencies.

"Ronald," she said in all seriousness.
"I would like to enlist you to do a job for me." Ron was surprised by
her words, but tried not to speak with his moul inl in an attempt at manners.
He pointed to himself, raising his eyebrows in question. She nodded.
"Harry dear, I'm afraid that the duration you
were made to feel the effects of the Cruciatus Curse this evening poses a
threat to your health, your mental health. I was going to explain this to you
with Professor Dumbledore later this morning, but since Ronald is here, and you
seem coherent, I will tell you some of it now." Harry nodded for her to
continue. "Do you know what happens when a person is placed under that
spell for an extended period of time?"

"The Longbottom's," was all he said. She
knew he understood that they were insane from it, and were in St. Mungos.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Now since you don�t feel
the full effects of the curse during a vision, you can go longer periods of
time with out any permanent effects. But tonight was I'm guessing one of your
worst experiences with this, and I'm afraid we don�t know if you had reached
that threshold earlier."

"I'm fine, well I don't feel that great, but I
don't feel different mentally," said Harry.

Ron interjected, "Harry seems fine to me.
Besides, since he feels it less than the poor guy getting cursed, wouldn't You
Know Who stop the curse when the person was insane, or dead," Ron finished
softlalizalizing what his friend must have had to witness during his vision
earlier.

"He does," Harry answered for her.
"But that doesn't mean he can't curse three people in a row, and I still
feel it even though it�s different people on the receiving end of Voldemort's
wand," said Harry. Ron winced and wished Hermione was here because she
would hug him right about now. Poppy patted Harry's arm.

"A person can be hit with the Cruciatus curse
once a day for a year, and not be permanently affected, other than having very
tight muscles in great need of massage and a good hot bath. But if you're under
for too long at once, there is a line that gets crossed. Once that point is
reached, every time that person is under the curse again they lose a bit of
their sanity. If you have reached that point tonight, your metal stability is
at risk with every curse you feel. We don't know for sure yet. You could be
fine, but we will be watching for symptoms." Harry nodded in
understanding. "This is where you come in Ronald."

Ron sat up straight, waiting to hear what his job
was.

"The staff will be watching Harry for symptoms,
but you are with Harry most of the time, and you know him best." She gave
him a warm smile. "I want you to watch for any changes in behavior. Look
for changes in mood, or emotions out of the ordinary, or a change in sleeping
patterns or appetite." She turned to Harry again. "You need to tell
me if you have pain, tremors, or anything you're not sure of. Understood?"

"Yeah, I understand. How long before we
know?"

"We'll see, perhaps next week," she said
before getting up to leave. "Ron, you've got five minutes. Harry get some
rest." she said warmly, and left. Ron watched her leave, and turned to
back around to Harry.

"You'll be ok, Harry, you'll see," Ron
reassured him.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Ron got up from the end of the bed and placed the
rest of the box of pastries on the table by Harry's bed. He looked down at the
unfinished �clair.

"I'm not even touching that. Are you going to
finish? Or will you spare me the visual?" Ron teased while cleaning up t
me
mess.

"Ha, I thought you were going to bust when
Pomfrey said she used to eat the chocolate first. You see, I eat fine, you just
have a sick mind."

"So, you were being childish, and here I
thought you were a pig," harassed Ron. Harry threw the pastry at him.
"I'll see you later." Ron licked his fingers and waved to Harry as he
left.

Harry snuggled into his pillow, pulling the covers
up to his chin. He thought about Sev holding him, comforting him. Not knowing
it had been real, he thought maybe if he was lucky he would have that dream
again.
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