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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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For the first three days, Snape slept most of the time. The house elves notified him of activity in the castle and he was careful to spell his chambers so that only the house elves could enter. Kingsley did have one point; he could not stay long at Hogwarts, for eventually Minerva would want to use the chambers again, most likely for the next Potions Master, whoever was cursed with that miserable position.
And today was Lupus's and Tonks's funeral. Snape had debated venturing out to their services, under cover of Disillusionment, for two reasons. One, he was loathe to admit it, but he did feel a shred of duty towards the Order he'd worked so hard for, and it seemed only fitting to grant a moment's recognition for those members who had sacrificed their lives for it. He supposed there might even be a small memorial at some point for him. Most likely not, but then again Minerva might feel the need if only to assuage herself of a guilty conscience, now undoubtedly having heard from Potter that Snape was a double agent all along.
The second reason that Severus debated going was that Harry Potter was sure to attend.
Snape both longed and feared laying eye upon the young wizard again. Blast the arrogant boy, but he had developed into a handsome young man, his body filled out with the toils of living on the run and sleeping out of doors. Those eyes. Snape confessed he felt a thrill go through him every time those eyes fell on him.
It hadn’t just been Harry’s unfortunate blundering into Snape’s memories during the Occumulency lessons that had enraged Snape and caused him to end the lessons. Bad enough that Harry had managed to penetrate into his private memories. But if he had delved further, if he had known the fantasies that Snape harbored . . . well, fortunately he had not. The strength of Snape’s ardor had remained concealed.
Severus longed to grab that oblivious git and kiss the breath right out of him. He longed to rip off those tattered clothes, shove the young man onto the nearest horizontal surface . . . yes. And then do more to him. So very much more.
He snarled as he fastened his robes, taking a quick look into the mirror to confirm that no, his hair did not look any better (or any worse) than any other day, and that yes, his robes were in order, buttoned up tight to his throat. It seemed he was ready to go. Might as well, since he’d bothered with getting dressed.
He threw on a hooded cloak as well. It wouldn’t do to be recognized, seeing as he was supposed to be dead. It made him feel like a Death Eater again. He shivered, and headed out the door, trying not to think too much about that.
The funeral was short and simple, much as Lupus and Tonks would have preferred. Snape hung back behind a grove of trees to over watch as Minerva gave a short eulogy, dabbing at her eyes as she detailed the final battle and how the two died together. Snape rolled his eyes; she made it sound romantic. As if those two had ever been proper lovebirds. Now if it had been Remus and Sirius, that might have been a better story. Tonks had been a distant second choice at best, and everyone knew it.
Minerva droned on, and Snape found his attention wandering, over to the little gathering of witches and wizards standing out in the foggy morning, wrapped in cloaks and robes. Harry’s gaze was fixed on the ground, his stance stiff and hunched over, as if every word added a new weight to him. Snape felt a painful contraction near the region of his heart. He liked to tell Potter what a prideful, witless celebrity he was, but the words were to hide the fact that he was all too aware that the young man suffered in silence. It seemed inconceivable that they should both be suffering. Not when Potter could reach out his hand and be offered anything by anyone. It was frustrating, maddening that he did not take advantage of all his powers of influence. Most un-Slytherin. Deplorably Gryffindor.
Harry looked like he hadn’t been eating or sleeping well recently. No great surprise there, but he was looking decidedly worse than usual. Severus scowled. Wasn’t Minerva or one of the Weasleys looking after the young man? He longed to step out there and scold Potter, but that of course would ruin everything. He had to be content to merely watch. Nurse this hated obsession.
Severus turned to leave as Minerva wrapped up her speech, aware that even in his little hiding place he was too exposed, vulnerable to being spotted and recognized. He began walking back towards the street to where he would be able to apparate himself back to the grounds outside Hogwarts. He had only gone about twenty feet or so, however, when another figure robed in black stepped out from behind a tree. Severus froze, feeling something close to panic as he caught sight of white hair and a long aristocratic nose.
"Lucius," Snape rasped, as Lucius came forward to stand in his way. "I'm surprised to see you haven't been imprisoned." But then again, Lucius always was a slippery snake.
Lucius sneered. "And somehow, I'm not surprised to see you still alive. It seemed entirely too naive of people to think you would be killed so easily." He chuckled. "Perhaps they'll imprison you instead. I've already been pardoned."
Severus held back a growl. He knew he shouldn't be surprised at the turn of events. Lucius had always been resourceful in extracting himself from trouble. Why should now be any different? He supposed that Lucius had whined and begged and told horror stories about his treatment as Voldemort's prisoner. "Indeed. Well, considering the fact that I am purported by the Golden Boy himself to be dead, I don't think prison will be a problem."
That brought an even wider smile to Lucius's face. "Ah yes, true. Do you know, Mr. Golden Boy Potter wouldn't even be alive, would have failed to defeat the Dark Lord, if it hadn't been for my wife? She saved his pathetic life. A fact which has placed us most advantageously now." He chuckled, looking at Snape with a gleam in his eye.
Snape glowered at him. "Indeed." He glanced back to where Minerva and the others were paying their respects. The funeral would be over soon.
Severus started to brush past Lucius, deciding that he must not truly be a threat, or he would have come here openly and alerted Harry or the others. Lucius stopped him, grasping hold of his sleeve, and leaned in close. "Where are you hiding? What are your plans?"
"As if I would tell you," Severus hissed, eyeing Lucius's hand. What game was he playing now?
Lucius shrugged. "You might, if it were in your best interest." He licked his lips. "You can't have too many prospects, being 'dead' as you are. Assets frozen, can't exactly return home . . . I really have to wonder what you'll do. Potter's been proclaiming you as a true hero, you know." He smiled at the frown on Snape's face. "Or perhaps you don't know." He paused dramatically. "I could offer you a place. Keep your secret, your anonymity. That sort of thing generally costs gold, you know."
"If I have frozen assets, I can hardly pay you, now can I," Severus said with a deadpan face, trying not to roll his eyes. He tried to pull away, but Lucius's hand remained strong.
"It isn't money I'm after. Merlin knows I have enough of the stuff. No; I am looking for . . . insurance. Options. While for now my wife's actions have granted us reprieve, it's always nice to have backup plans, other alliances. If Potter succeeds in painting your name in stone as a hero of the war, well then if you ever should decide to come out of hiding, your protectors will likely reap rewards as well." His mouth twisted cruelly. "I knew you must be a double agent all the time, Snape. But I have to hand it to you. You knew how to play both sides and gain power regardless of the outcomes. Quite commendable. I would be a fool not to offer you a hand."
Snape snorted. Of course Lucius had something to gain from helping him. But if fortunes should change, should they decide he was not a hero, Severus had no doubt Lucius would be the first one to turn him in. Still . . . he knew he needed to leave Hogwarts soon. It would only be a matter of time before he ran into Minerva there. That could be bad, no matter what Harry thought of him.
He looked at Lucius. "How do I kow you won't instantly betray me?"
"Well as long as you are in Potter's good graces, you have no danger of that. The wizarding world seems to rise and set on his whims." Lucius looked amused. "Of course if that changed . . . well, I'm sure you can figure that out." Lucius's eyes narrowed. "I also think it wise for us former 'pets' of the Dark Lord to stick together."
Snape shuddered, remembering how Lucius had looked, naked and kneeling, chained to Voldemort's side. "Indeed."
The funeral group was breaking up, starting to make their way out of the cemetery. Lucius released his hold on Snape, keeping an eye on the others. "I'll think about it," Severus allowed. It was best to keep his options open as well.
"Yes, do that," Lucius said smoothly, glancing over and adjusting his hood so that it better covered his white blond hair. "Best hurry. I'm sure you don't want to come out of hiding in the next five minutes." With a chuckle, he began walking away, towards an alley where Snape was sure he'd be able to apparate away.
Snape couldn't keep himself from glancing one last time at Harry, his hair damp with the moist air, flat against his skull yet still managing somehow to look unkempt and ruffled, as if he'd just gotten out of bed after a particularly good shag. Severus had the sudden intense urge to wrap his cloak around the young man, spell him to some place warm and . . . and disrobe him. A shudder went through him, straight to his groin. He groaned.
He spun on his heel and fled before any such urge could take him over.
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