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Leech	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

LEECH

Okay, Kati, Tiff and Jackie, you�ve persuaded me. Here�s another chapter just for you.

Ap�V. Glad to see you back. A faithful follower who knows to expect the unexpected. Or have I become predictable? Lol

LaDySin, your guess is as good as mine. My stories tend to take me, rather than the other way around.

Chapter 3

One dozen small phials of Polyjuice potion, all in stasis and with unbreakable charms, placed in a padded container, along with several other more, questionable potions, just in case. He tucked them carefully into the leather satchel he wore draped over his shoulder. Severus was dressed in the style of a mid nineteen thirties, upper middle class muggle, more attire suited to the late thirties through to the early sixties, reduced and packed into the satchel.

He checked the several wallets, ensuring that the currency for the age was present and correct, and that he had an ample supply of it, as well as fake I.D. should it prove necessary.
One last look around his rooms, he checked the wards and retrieved the time-turner from his desk. Placing it round his neck he counted off the turns until he reached the required amount and slipped the cold pendant down the neck of his shirt.

SS

It was the year 1934. Severus appeared in a street that appeared dim even in the light of day. He took a moment to get his bearings and took a steady walk in the direction of a large building that at one time might have been imposing, but now was nothing more than a grubby looking domicile that fitted in well amongst the surrounding smaller grubby looking domiciles. The only thing special about the address he now approached, was that it was a muggle orphanage, the same muggle orphanage that currently housed an eight year old Tom Marvolo Riddle amongst its residents.
He slipped down a deserted alley and withdrew a phial from his satchel. Taking a deep breath, he downed the contents and grimaced. For the next couple of minutes he concentrated on not allowing the contents of his stomach to become decoration for the already filthy cobbles beneath his boots, as his skin bubbled and reformed, his hair lengthened and lightened to a sandy brown and fastened itself neatly into a ponytail. His build fortunately, was roughly the same as the person who�s hair he�d used in the Polyjuice potion, so his clothes still fit him comfortably.
Severus knew he would not have much bother gaining admittance to the place. It was a poor, shoddy area, in a time when funds were not exactly forthcoming from the government. Most charitable residences relied on the donations of the more fortunate of aristocrats, upper class gentry, nobles and do-gooders who wanted to be seen as the great benefactors to one cause or another.

A quick pat of his breast pocket reminded him of the ample funds he carried as he mounted the steps and pulled the bell that would announce his presence at the door.
He did not have long to wait before a young girl in shabby, but clean clothing and a grey mop cap answered the door.
Her eyes widened slightly at the smart, imposing man, then she curtsied. �Afternoon Sir, can I �elp you?�
�Yes, I wish to speak with your superior. Mrs Cole I believe.� Severus said, the aloofness in his voice easy to attain. He peered down his nose at her with an air of superiority.
�O� course Sir. Come in an I�ll let �er know your ere. Is she expectin you Sir? What name will I give?�
�No she is not. You may inform your mistress that Sir Stephen Prince wishes to speak with her.�
The young girl bobbed again and ran off in the direction of the Matrons office.
Moments later an anxious looking woman with a sharp face came hurrying down the corridor and across the hall.

Severus noted that even in the multitude of skirts and the thick shawl she wore, she was skinny, though not as undernourished as the girl that answered the door.
�Good afternoon Sir, an what can we be doin for you this fine day?�
�Actually I am interested in taking up a cause. As a newcomer to the area, I thought the best way to involve myself in the community would be to ah� shall we say - offer a benevolent hand to those less fortunate than myself.� He allowed himself to offer a small, vaguely charming smile at the woman.
She immediately took on a simpering look, batting her almost none existent eyelashes at him and he had all on not to gag at the sight.
�Indeed Sir, well you�ve come to the right place. We takes in the little-uns we does, the ones nobody wants or can�t afford to feed. We rely on the kindness of gentry like yourself to keep the place running. Poor little blighters ave no one to care about �em. So we does what we can, feeds �em, clothes �em, and gives �em a roof over their little �eads. Of course once their old enuff they works for their keep, an the extra income �elps with the feeding of the younger ones some. Please, come an ave tea in me office an we can discuss your� benevolence a bit more. Maybe even come to some agreement, a donation perhaps.�
Severus inclined his head and gestured for the woman to lead the way.
Once seated in the cluttered office, Mrs Cole rang a bell that sat on her messy desk and the same girl that answered the door came in.
�Bring a pot of tea for me and the gentleman Rosie, and make sure to use the best china, there�s a good girl.�
After chatting for a while on the running of the place, the ages and number of residents and the quota of staff afforded the place, as well as the amount of funds reportedly donated for the upkeep, Severus wondered how on earth it managed at all. Clearly the woman was being economical with the truth when it came to income and expenditure.

A look at the current list of names of residents, plus the bare minimum of paid staff soon told Severus much of what he needed to know about the place.
�I think I would like to take a look around the place, then perhaps see the ledgers before coming to a decision Mrs Cole, though I do assure you that so far, I am impressed with the way this orphanage is run. It cannot be easy maintaining equilibrium with such pitiful resources as you are currently limited to.�
Mrs Cole tried not to let her confusion show. �What the bloody hell did he just say?� She wondered, his last statement throwing her for a loop.

�Of course you want to look round, course you do. Just give me a minute and I�ll� �
�No Mrs Cole, you misunderstand me, I wish to discover the intricacies of this establishment on my own. It will allow me to take in the full� ambiance of the place, while you of course take the time to procure the necessary ledgers. I am certain you have more than enough on your plate without having to give me a guided tour, and I am loathe to encroach on your time. You obviously carry a great burden on your shoulders already. Besides, I have become quite adept at finding my way around the larger premises I frequently find myself visiting.�
Mrs Cole couldn�t think of any way to argue with him, so she relented. �If you get lost, or av any bother, just yell for Rosie an she�ll put your right.�
�Thank you Madam, for your time and the delightful refreshments. Perhaps the girl� Rosie I believe her name is, could escort me round the building.�

Severus� jaw was so tense he thought it might break at any moment. The idiotic woman believed everything he�d told her. Not once had she questioned his authority to be here, or his lineage. He could be anyone, yet she was willing to allow him free rein to wander the halls amongst innocent children. He knew though that the moment he left her office she would be frantically pouring over the books, trying her utmost to hide any discrepancies. He knew there would be a great many of those.
Rosie was already in the corridor, shuffling nervously from foot to foot. It was obvious she�d had one ear to the door and was now waiting to show him around.
It was less than a minute until he�d been escorted to a ratty looking room that the girl told him was for �rekerashunal perpusess.� as she put it.

Severus took in the worn and mismatched horsehair sofas and chairs. The floor was bare boards and one broken doll lay on a threadbare chair, and a single, solitary marble lay against the bare wall at the far side of the room. An old piano stood against one wall, its lid and many of the keys missing.

While Rosie had her back to him he withdrew his wand and stunned her, catching her before she fell and laying her gently on one of the sofas with its back to the entrance.

She weighed next to nothing he noticed.

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