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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH3 AN: Thank you to my reviewers, seriously, I have had the shittest day today so I really needed picking up (found out my cat, much like her biological mother, has hyper-thyroidism. Her mother died last year so I am rather freaked. Plus I need to get a 'proper' job to help pay for the operation or life time of meds she'll need). So, yeah, really, thanks.
Phoenix-rob – your wish is my command! ;)
Book_addict_89 – I'm glad you love the wolfy bits as I adore writing them.
Djaddict – I laughed so hard at your comment (and given the day I'd been having that was something) and I am so glad you were offended that Tonks made that comment. And it … Oops, nearly said too much!
Thunderbird – Glad you enjoyed Severus' letter and that you understood the love that he has for Harry (even if he hasn't admitted it yet). SP
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Chapter 3 - Step Right Up And Be A Part Of The Action
Bag packed, foul insinuations from Rita Skeeter's newspaper articles ignored (how she'd have loved to know that Harry did have an 'unhealthy relationship' with a teacher, but not Dumbledore; rather Dumbledore's killer!), and feet tapping nervously on the carpet, he waited.
There had been a plan for him to leave right on the dot of his birthday, but after flying visits from all manner of people, that had, apparently, changed. Now he had no idea when he was meant to be leaving, so he was ready to go at a moment's notice.
His aunt and uncle had finally agreed to go and had packed. It had been decided by Dudley stomping downstairs a few days earlier and announcing, “I'm going with these wizard people, Mum, we can't stay here if that Voldemort bloke could come after us.”
Harry, listening in his room, could have kissed his cousin. Well, except for the fact that he really only wanted to kiss one man. With Dudley having made his views clear, it was obvious that his parents would fall into line. For once the large boy being a spoilt brat was going to work out for the best.
There was a ring at the front door. Harry tensed. Was this it? Was this finally him leaving and starting on his dangerous search? His stomach churned and the wolf within him snarled in annoyance.
“Sorry,” he murmured, rubbing his belly.
- How will you cope when we are carrying pups? - the wolf asked.
Harry's hand stilled. “Pups?” He half shrieked aloud
- Yes. - Harry got the sense that the wolf was enjoying dropping this particular bombshell. - We can have pups if we have a dominant. -
Erm, fluffy half...
- Don't call me that! -
Fluffy half, Harry tried again, grinning at the frustrated growl he heard, You do know I'm a man, right? I don't have the necessary bits.
- Not yet, little cub. But soon. Soon you'll be an adult and you'll be able to have his pups. -
Stunned, he slumped back on the bed, the interruption downstairs forgotten. Out loud he asked, “I could really have Severus' children? But how?”
- If we submit to him, well, if you submit to him, and he puts a pup in you, your body will change. The full moon will become more painful as the pup grows, as it will change with you. -
It'll be like me, then? A werewolf?
- It'll be a born werewolf. They have fewer problems adapting to what they are. -
But how do I give birth? I don't have the woman's bits! He felt a headache creeping on and wanted to do nothing more strenuous than fall asleep in Severus' arms.
- When the time comes, the pup will claw its way out. -
The werewolf had said it so matter of factly, when the very thought made Harry nauseated. “It'll claw its way out?!"
- Born wolves have claws on their heels at birth to slice free of the womb. It'll hurt, but you are strong enough now to take it. Perhaps more than once. -
“Fuck that!”
“Harry?” It was Kingsley, standing at his door and giving him a deeply concerned look. After all, he had just found the boy they were all counting on apparently talking to himself. “Is everything all right? We called you a few minutes ago.”
Glancing around the room once last time, Harry snatched up the back pack and said, “Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. So, er, are we off?”
“Yes,” as Kingsley led the way downstairs he explained the plan and Harry exploded.
“Told you he wouldn't like it,” Fred commented smiling as he heard Harry's clearly yelled, “No fucking way am I allowing others to be put in danger like that! Do you have any idea what they're signing up for?!”
Hermione greeted Harry nervously at the door to his relations' living room. Hugging him warmly she whispered in his ear, “I've checked, Harry, and the polyjuice won't turn anyone into a werewolf. They'll just turn into a copy of you, but none of us will actually be you; none of us will be werewolves, even for an hour.”
Dropping his head in relief, Harry muttered, “Thanks, Hermione.”
He still wasn't happy with the idea of six people willingly choosing to look like him when they all knew Voldemort wanted him dead, but he could hardly stop them. Well, he could bite them all, but as he wanted to protect them, that wasn't really a viable plan.
“So, what's going to happen?” he asked.
Moody spoke gruffly, indicating a bag. “Everyone gets a uniform and a toy owl from here,” he said, “and then the six extras take the polyjuice potion.”
The group, crammed into the living room, stood in pairs. Ron looked rather miserable being there. He had agreed to help Harry, as he had felt that that was the right thing to do, but he didn't much like the other Gryffindor at the moment.
Moody continued, “Now, remember, we only have an hour before it wears off, and we can't be sure Voldemort isn't aware of our plans. If he is, we can expect all his little Death Eater friends, including that bastard Snape... What Harry?”
He stopped because Harry was growling, eyes almost amber. Gulping a little, Hermione stepped closer, ignoring Ron's cry of anger.
Harry had already decided not to tell the red head; he had had the feeling that Ron would not have been so understanding about his relationship with Snape as the witch had been.
“It's all right, Harry. Remember it's what you said had to happen.”
He forced the wolf down with difficulty; after all, the animal had been just as angry that Moody had so casually voiced the lie that had been agreed upon amongst the Order. Harry had, after all, told them the truth of Dumbledore's death, but he had made it clear it wasn't to become common knowledge. As far as the youth knew, only half a dozen Order members had been told, and certainly not the Weasley parents; not that they couldn't be trusted, but they would have behaved differently around their children and those bright red heads would have worked it out. It seemed Moody was all too happy to slander the other wizard to keep up the pretence; yes it had been necessary, but he shouldn't have seemed so damned pleased as he had said it!
Giving him a piercing look with both his normal and magical eye, the gruff wizard went on, “Now, we each pair up. One Potter with one protector, and we all leave together, going off in different directions. Currently your relatives are in the kitchen and they'll leave about two minutes before us. Once they reach the edge of the wards, the protection will fail and we could have the Dark Lord attacking us. So, no pissing about!” This he directed to the Weasley twins who were, as usual, pissing about.
“We head first for Tonks' home, and once there, and once we've got everyone, we'll move on to a safe location for you.”
Harry wasn't liking this idea. It seemed like there was a good chance they were all going to be murdered as soon as the barrier came down. Moody saw the sceptical expression and sighed, “We've spread a rumour that we're moving you on July 30^th, right before your birthday, so we're hoping Voldemort doesn't know we're going early.”
Nodding to show he understood, but not that he agreed, Harry watched the odd sight of his friends turning into carbon copies of him. Only Fred and George's comment of “Wow, we're identical!” managed to make him smile. He was still too scared that Hermione had got it wrong, and these people he cared about would become werewolves. Maybe only for an hour, maybe forever. He didn't want to do that to them. They didn't deserve it.
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In the air on Sirius' motorbike, Harry kept his eyes open, not for Voldemort, but for Snape. Even a glimpse would have been enough, but in amongst all the confusion and noise and death he stood no chance. Even seeing Hedwig die left him feeling numb. He needed Severus.
But there was no glimpse of him. Instead he had to dodge other idiotic Death Eaters, nearly fell off the bike and when he landed at Tonks' parents, learned that not only was Moody dead, but that the man he loved had somehow cursed off George's ear.
Hermione, who was the only one who knew about his relationship with Snape, and even she didn't know the depth of Harry's feelings, had mentioned quietly, “I'm sure it was a mistake. He wouldn't have meant to hurt George, would he?”
“Of course not!” Harry had growled back, yellow eyes glowing. But he had hated that gnawing sense of doubt. Severus was no Death Eater, not really, but how had George managed to lose an ear? Snape was a skilled wizard, so had he meant to injure the red head? Was it meant as some kind of message for Harry, and, if so, what?
Realising that such thinking was pointless and headache-inducing, Harry tried to speak to his wolf, but the animal had retreated, possibly trying to fathom the mystery that was Severus Snape.
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The days that followed were filled with noise and chaos. Even being visited by the Minister for Magic was hardly calming, not when the man came with items from Dumbledore that confused the hell out of Harry.
Too, Bill and Fleur were getting married and somehow Harry had been talked into being an usher. He thumped his head onto nearby doors when he thought about it. Mrs Weasley was determined to have a nice normal life and didn't seem to have acknowledged that 'a nice normal life' was denied all of them unless Harry killed the Dark Lord. Which he couldn't do whilst he was being a fucking usher!
Dealing with Luna was fine; even if somehow she saw through his disguise; however, her clearly bonkers father was quite another thing, especially when Harry nearly got clonked on the head by the large and dangerous looking triangular pendant the man was wearing.
Truthfully, he was almost glad when Kingsley's Patronus told them of the Ministry's fall and that they had to leave. As was usually the case, it was Hermione who sorted them all out and got them out of the situation without too many problems. Although why they ended up in Tottenham Court Road was beyond him.
“Quick!” Hermione had gasped out, voice pitched at least an octave higher than usual, “We need to get out of our clothes and into something more Muggle. Harry, here,” she threw a familiar cloak at him, “Hide under that.”
“Erm, why here?” Harry asked as he pulled the material over his head, glad that, thanks to it, he had privacy to change. Ron and Hermione had still not seen the full extent of his scarring, and he had no desire to ever show them.
“It was the first place I thought of,” Hermione panted as she tugged jeans on and then turned her back to them to wriggle out of her dress and into a t-shirt.
Ron, struggling to pull his jeans up, commented grumpily, “These are my old jeans!”
Privately thinking that maybe Ron had just put on too much weight around his middle, Harry wisely kept quiet. He grinned as he heard Hermione's waspish voice, “Oh I'm so sorry they're a bit uncomfortable! Maybe you'd like to go back and dodge all the Death Eaters whilst you look for your other pair?! What have you done to help us so far, Ron?!”
Although Ron spluttered, nothing that was pertinent, or indeed coherent, came out. What with one thing and another, Harry and Ron had sort of let their animosity slide during the holiday, now though, given the level of smugness the dark haired man felt, he was clearly still irritated with his supposed friend.
“My family! Hermione, what's going to happen to my family?!”
Her tone far gentler, the witch explained that she had no idea, that they were all worried, but that the best thing to do now was to walk away. “Maybe find a cafe and sit down whilst we work out our next move?”
That was what they did, finally pushing open the door to Luchino Cafe and stumbling gratefully into the brightly lit interior. Still under the cloak, Harry was able to look around at the deserted eatery. On the wall was a poster for The Woman in Black (Now in its seventh year!); Beauty and the Beast (Sir Tim Rice's Broadway show comes to the West End!); and Blood Brothers (the Phenomenal musical!). At the counter stood a pretty woman who was smiling – patently falsely – at the two people she could see who had come to disturb her just when she was hoping to be able to close on time for once.
“Hi!” Hermione began brightly, “Two coffees please. And, erm, a bottle of water too, thanks.” She handed over the money and they sat down, squishing into a booth with Harry pressed against the wall by Hermione, and Ron opposite the other two.
Whilst they waited, the three spoke quietly, Harry flicking his eyes around to make sure they were not attracting unwanted attention from the barista.
“Where can we go?” Hermione asked, ever to the point.
“Dunno,” Ron replied moodily, fiddling with the condiments in their small box. He didn't seem to be listening. “Reckon You-Know-Who's murdered my family yet?” he asked deliberately, glaring at the woman.
“When are you going to say the name, Ron? You're being silly! What do you think he's going to do, swoop down here and attack us?” Hermione was scathing and Ron's face reddened.
“All right, you think we're so safe! Let's try it, right? Voldemort. There, I said it!”
Nothing happened.
A few moments later, the waitress came towards them carrying a tray. She plonked down the cups and handed the bottle to Hermione before stomping behind the counter.
“Well, would you look at that!” Hermione sneered after the Muggle had gone into the kitchen area. “We haven't been struck by lightning!”
Of course, at that moment, two strangers came into the cafe and glared at the youngsters.
“What's their problem?” Ron muttered.
Under his cloak, Harry was watching carefully as they passed and sat down. One of them seemed to be moving his hand in a suspicious way. He moved his in the same way and found himself armed, his wand pointing at the two newcomers.
“Er, Hermione...” he whispered urgently as hell broke loose.
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CH3 AN: Yes the posters on the wall are deliberate, and yes they are time appropriate. SP
CH4 Preview: There. Standing in a dark alley, a dark figure in shadow. And the Patronus was heading towards him. As the glow lit up the figure, Harry bit back a sob of relief and threw himself at his partner.
“Oof! Take the cloak off you berk!”
Harry did and then they kissed. Their mouths gripped together and opened at once. Harry clutched at Snape's clothes, feeling his head spinning with need as the tongue slid into his mouth and began slicking along his own muscle.
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