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I'm A Slave for You	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 26597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I was running out of ammo
since I haven�t been online to chat with my friend, but hey, better late than
never, right? So, the next chappie you�ve all been
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I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Albus woke
up at the sound of Fawkes chirping the morning song. As his old eyes adjusted
to the slight glare of the morning sun that seeped through his window, he
remembered that this would be the day where Severus Snape
would be embarking on his journey for his quest to get the dragon�s eye to free
his little pet Harry James Potter. Stretching his old bones and getting out of
bed, he headed to the fireplace to make a firecall to
Severus, only to receive a silent reply. Has he left before saying goodbye? The
old man thought. That�s not very usual of him to leave without at least
having a last word with me.

�� His old magical gut instincts told
him that he had to head to Harry�s room. Without a moment�s hesitation, he
dressed in his usual work clothes before heading towards the boy�s room,
wishing �Good morning� to Fawkes along the way. He knocked at first, but after
hearing no reply and feeling the doorknob indicating that it was locked, he
whispered an unlocking charm and entered quietly to see Harry and Severus
sleeping in each other�s arms. Smiling at the beautiful sight, he went in and
tapped Severus lightly on the shoulder, waking the Potions Master.

�� Good morning, Severus. I�m
surprised to see you here.�

�� Oh, Albus��
Severus stirred, slowly waking up. Seeing the awkward situation he was in and
remembering the taboo, he quickly explained, �Nothing happened, Albus. I promise you.�

�� It�s quite alright, I understand,� Albus smiled knowingly. �Well then, I suppose you should be
going before the boy wakes up and have his usual crying fit. I swear this child
always balk whenever he is with you.�

�� Severus sighed. He didn�t want to
leave, but he knew he had a mission to do in order to secure his beloved�s
happiness. He slowly and gently got out of bed and pulled the covers over him.

�� Watch over him, Albus.
I�m counting on you.�

�� Naturally.
Just be careful out there.�

�� I will,� Severus replied, more
towards the sleeping Harry than the old man as he slipped out of the bed and
started putting on his shoes and outer robes.

�� I�ve just contacted the Ministry
last night and told them you�re running �a confidential errand� for me. They weren�t
too happy when I refused to disclose what was so �confidential� about the
errand you were running, but they at least respected my judgment that nothing
but good will come out of this. They said they can try and persuade Horace Slughorn to get out of retirement and replace you for the
moment.�

�� Good Lord, Albus,
not him!� the Potions Master hissed quietly. He went out of Harry�s room, Albus following behind him, and closed the door quietly before
glaring down at the old man. �He grades students based on popularity, not based
on work. You know that he is all about the glorious old days and whose students�
parents he used to teach that had �wonderfully flourished� in the wizarding world. He wouldn�t even give anyone that had no
connections with him a second glance, let alone give a fair marking for
everyone. Even I know how and when to give marks for those deserving, even if
he/she is the most unpopular student in the entire Hogwarts.�

�� I agree, but he is the best teacher
who can teach just as good a Potions Class as you that they can find. Unless
you have other candidates, I�d be happy to recommend the Ministry.�

�� Fine, fine,� Severus sighed and
massaged the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He wasn�t the type to brag,
but he had to say that he was the best Potions Master in Britain; no one
was going to be as good as he was. No one else came close.

�� Do you want me to help you with the
packing for your journey?� Albus asked.

�� I was just going to take the
clothes on my back, maybe some food and a couple of potions for precautionary
or medical purposes.�

�� I�d suggest you bring more clothes
where you�re going, maybe something that can enable you to trek or hike, and
some money as well. And since there is high chance you might be wandering
around in the Muggle world to get where you�re going,
you should consider packing in some Muggle clothes as
well.�

�� Severus wanted to roll his eyes but
decided against it. It would only cause Albus to
pester him more, and by the time he was done, he�d probably make him carry more
than he could handle.

�� Fine, I�ll keep that in mind.�

�� I guess I�ll leave it to you then.
Can�t send you off coz I need to meet up with Horace to discuss matters. I hope
you have a safe journey and succeed in your quest,� Albus
said as he held out his hand to shake.

�� I will be,� Severus nodded, shaking
the older man�s hand before leaving the office to make his preparation for his
quest.

�� As Albus watched
Severus leave his office, he muttered to himself, �I hope you�ll make it out
alive, regardless if you succeed or not, for Harry�s sake.�

--:--

�� Master Snape,
you can�t be serious!�

�� The Head Housekeeper was looking
disapprovingly as Severus ordered Neville and Colin to help him with his
packing while he scanned through books for his research and reference and
copied them all down onto his parchment.

�� Yes, Greta. I am serious. No matter
what you say will never move me from my decision.�

�� But�But you would be missing out work
and�and we would have no one to man the house,� the Head Housekeeper tried in
vain to come up with an excuse not to let him go. After all, she had probably
practically raised him ever since he inherited the manor. �What will we do
without you, Master Snape? Surely you cannot leave us
alone to watch over this house with no one to serve. Besides, you said that you
might end up losing your life. Who will we turn to then?�

�� Harry will take over the ownership
of everything in this manor, including you all. He will be your Master as soon
as he had come of age. If possible, I�d like the rest of his life to be raised
in this house among familiar people like you.�

�� What? But�But that�s preposterous! We
can�t serve anyone else, certainly not the boy. You are our one and only Master��

�� And you will follow my orders to
the letter, if you truly speak of serving me,� Severus said sternly as he passed
the parchment to Colin to be included in his bag. �Albus
Dumbledore will be his legal guardian until he comes of age to inherit this
house as stated in my will. Everything has already been set and arranged.�

�� You�You truly love that child so
much to forsake your fortune to him?� the Head Housekeeper asked in defeat,
knowing that she couldn�t persuade her Master any further.

�� More than my own life, Greta, and
don�t tell me you do not share the same liking I do towards Harry. I�ve seen
you occasionally lost and sometimes unconsciously look around as if trying to
see if the boy is there. Do you deny it?�

�� The Head Housekeeper smiled ever so
slightly and sighed quietly, �No, I do not deny it. Things aren�t really the
same without that boy around. Even Moss wants him back just for someone to
scold at.�

�� He sure looks lonely in the garden
since Harry had left,� Severus replied, remembering the last time he saw the
Head gardener moping about dejectedly and actually trimmed off more than he
should on the hedges, then screaming at Neville demanding him to admit that he
was the one who over-trimmed the hedges when it was otherwise.

�� All done, Master,� Neville and Colin
said simultaneously as they gave Severus his travel bag.

�� Thank you, Longbottom,
Creevey,� Severus said, magicking
the Muggle clothes on him and slinging the bag over
his shoulders. �I shall be going now.�

�� Do return safely, Master, for the
boy�s sake,� the Head Housekeeper said as she sent him out.

�� No promises, Greta, no promises.�

--:--

�� Severus was soon trekking down the Muggle roads of Germany
after apparating into this part of the European
country from Hogsmeade on his quest to Romania to get
what he wanted. According to books on dragons that he had copied down in his
parchment before he set off on his journey, most of the dragons nowadays are
close to dying due to the over-slaying back during the age of King Arthur to prove
manhood and knighthood among those adrenaline junkie knights. They were now
kept in a federal wizarding reserve somewhere in Romania and usually are taken out of captivity
whenever the school needed them for their Triwizard
Tournaments, and all Severus had to do was go all the way to Romania and maybe persuade the men
there to allow him to collect whatever he needed. As he walked on, he began to
reminiscence the final hours he had with his beloved green-eyed boy when he
heard his name being called in a very thick Scottish accent.

�� Oy, S�vrus!�

�� Severus spun round to see Rubeus Hagrid, the huge
half-giant running after him about 10 feet behind. He groaned inwardly. He didn�t
need to be a genius to know that the huge mountain of fur was sent by the
worried wart Albus Dumbledore. His mind was thinking of
ways to flay Albus in the most painful way possible
as Hagrid�s thundering footsteps followed after him,
ignoring the shocked stares of the Muggles at Hagrid�s size.

�� What do you want, Hagrid?� Severus grumbled.

�� Nothin�. Just tho�
I tag along wi� yer.�

�� No, go back,� Severus replied
vehemently, quickening his footsteps to distance himself from him, in which the
half-giant caught up quickly.

�� Nuh-uh. Canna� do tha�. I got me orders tuh foller ya
�round.�

�� I am going to boil that old coot
in oil, Severus growled inwardly as he stopped running away from Hagrid, sighing. �You can still say you did and just go
somewhere else.�

�� Nope. No
can do, S�vrus. Dumble
would know.�

�� Severus massaged his temples. He hated
it when people are right, especially when that person is the half-witted
half-giant who was all brawn and no brain. He let out a loud sigh before
saying, �Gods of Merlin, I really hate my life now. Well, since I can�t
persuade you otherwise, you might as well keep up with me. I will not let you
slow me down.�

�� A�righ�,�
Hagrid replied, following happily behind Severus,
making the Potions Master felt as if a dark cloud was over him. The situation
was not made any brighter with the fact that more and more curious Muggles that they passed by were eyeing them with awe and
shock, more towards Hagrid�s out-worldly appearance
than Severus� pale, ice-cold demeanour, and that Hagrid seemed delighted to have all the attention as he
waved gleefully at anyone who cast their gaze at him more than they should.

�� While Severus considered whether to
try and lose the half-giant or leave early in the morning when he was asleep, Hagrid decided to engage conversation with him a little.

�� Dumble sez he gits
replacement fer me. Dinna
know who, but I hopes he or she will take good care ol�
Buckbeak.�

�� Severus rolled his eyes. He couldn�t
care less. Personally, he thought that the Care for Magical Creatures subject
was just a plain waste of time.

�� I hears of
wat yer doin�
in dis quest. Is fer dat �Arry boy, aye?�

�� Yes,� Severus replied angrily, his
patience tested as he felt Hagrid was probing too far
into his private business.

�� Dumble tol� me. He sez tha� boy actually belonged tuh ye, an ye wanna
get sumthin� tuh free �im. I admire ye fer tha�. It�s such a touchin� thin� tuh do. Ye reli
luv tha� boy, aye, S�vrus?�

�� It�s none of your business, but
yes, I do.�

�� I hears also tha�
thin� yer doin� is gonna cost ye yer life?�

�� It could.�

�� Wha�
would tha� boy think if yer
gonna die n leave �im
alone?�

�� He would be free from slavery. When
he turned 17, he would be very wealthy. I�ve got everything covered.�

�� An if tha� Min�stry ain�t
lettin� �im git it?�

�� I have no other relatives, so they
will have to pass it down to Harry just as stated in my will.�

�� Yes, but wat
if�wat if tha� Min�stry dinna care? Wat if tha� Min�stry�?�

�� Shut up, you big oaf,� Severus
snapped as he gave him his famous cold glare. �I have enough to think about at
the moment, like how to get to Romania,
so I would appreciate it if you would just leave me alone to my thoughts!�

�� Sorry�� Hagrid
apologized, feeling a little upset that Severus wouldn�t want to even engage a
little friendly conversation with him.

�� The duo traveled in silence for the
moment. After about 3 hours of walking (with breaks in between and ignoring
more shocked stares from the Muggles), their stomach
decided that it was time they settled down for lunch. They went into a cheap diner
caf� and ordered themselves some lunch before staring at each other in
uncomfortable silence, twirling their silverware for no particular reason. Needless
to say, they made a rather grand entrance as Hagrid�s
looks were far more than inviting for those who would dare to spare another
glance or two, even setting off some hushed gossips among the ladies in the caf�.
Finally Hagrid decided to break the ice.

�� Ye know why I canna
leave ye? Why I truly canna leave
ye?�

�� Severus felt that this statement
sounded kinda wrong, especially when the Muggles hear it, and the last thing he wanted was those
nosy busybodies to listen into their conversation, so he cast Muffliato around their surroundings before replying, �Do
tell.�

�� Dumble
made me�made me tuh tha� Unbr�kable Vow,� Hagrid replied,
twiddling his thumbs.

�� Figures,� Severus replied, not the
least bit surprised. He knew exactly how the old man can bend people�s will and
make people do things he wished them to do without even as much as lifting a
finger.

�� So ye askin�
me tuh go summat n lie tuh Dumble, yer
askin� me tuh die. I canna do tha�.
I'm too young tuh die.�

�� Not a bad idea, considering how
you have come close to making me strangle you myself, Severus thought
inwardly, then voiced out, �Thank you for telling me. Now I have two reasons to
kill the old coot.�

�� Ye not gonna
reli harm ol� Dumble, are ye? He only wan ye tuh
be safe. We all know yer �is fav�rit
teacher an all��

�� You need to learn when someone is
telling the truth or when they are being sarcastic,� Severus sighed as the
waitress finally brought in their order: Severus a semi-well done steak and
cream of mushroom soup and Hagrid double helpings of an
in-house set lunch. �By the way, you�re paying your own food. I�m not about to
go Dutch for you.�

�� Oh,� Hagrid
got the point of his former statement about sarcasm, then grinned, � Righ�. Dinna
worry. Dumble gave me plenty cash tuh
spend. So�wat�s yer gonna git tuh
release tha� boy?�

�� A Norwegian Ridgeback�s eye,�
Severus replied casually, sipping his soup.

�� Norwegian
Ridgeback? Dat�s my little Norbeta�s
kind!� Hagrid exclaimed as he popped a cherry tomato
into his mouth, taking care not to stain his beard.

�� That dragon you have years ago?� Severus
raised a brow.

�� Yup. Tha� one,� Hagrid nodded. �Why wou� tha�
bloody slaver guy wanna hav�
wit an eye from such pretty lil� thin�?�

�� I didn�t ask and I don�t want to
know. If that�s what they want in exchange for Harry�s freedom, I am going to
get it, and that�s all I care about right now.�

�� So how�re we gunna
git tuh Romania? How�re
we gunna find one neways?
Dragons ar� almost a dyin�
breed.�

�� I know. That�s what I�m trying to
figure out,� Severus sighed. �There is a small reserve out there, the problem
is after we find one, how to get the eye. The trainers out there will not let
me just take an eye and leave.�

�� Then we�ll jus� hafta
try our luck then,� Hagrid replied. �We�ll figger out how tuh git tuh Romania first,
then we gunna think �bout hows
we gunna make �em trainers
give us tha� eye. Imma sure
they is gunna hav� summat a way tuh git tuh tha�.�

�� I suppose so.�

�� The rest of the lunch was filled
with a one-sided conversation from Hagrid�s part
about his �glorious days� having Norberta for a pet,
and Severus� mind wandering towards his thoughts of Harry while he was gone.

A/N: Whelp, you can�t blame ol� Dumbly to be a little bit protective. If I were him, I�d
send Mad-Eyed Moody as well. LOL! Reviews plz!
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