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: Wow! I can’t believe I’ve written till 30 chapters
already! I’ve never passed the 30 marker before! I guess there always a first
for everything, eh? Thanks for everyone for your support, reviews, alerts and favs. Alright, now let’s take a little breather from the
usual hot, saucy bedding and see how our darling little Sevvy-poo is doing,
shall we? Bring in the popcorn, people!
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I’M A SLAVE FOR YOU
Hagrid
continued following behind Severus in his quest, munching a rock cake along the
way. Severus could hear the sound of the rock cake crunching and crackling
between his teeth as the half-giant chewed and munched while enjoying the
sights and tried to walk a little faster to distance themselves—hoping that he
could lose him at the same time—but the half-giant, what with his sort of
‘bird’s eye view’ and tracking system because of his giant blood, he quickly
sensed that Severus was at a inconsiderable distance from him and immediately
caught up with him with just three strides of his wide footsteps, his munching
and chewing noises following suite.
Severus sighed. Hagrid
was following him everywhere like a huge conspicuous shadow, and there was no
shaking him off, no matter how Severus threatened or shooed or tried to escape.
He had tried several attempts of losing him by getting up way earlier than him
and sneak out of the hotel they were staying, only to be chased after like an
escaped convict by the breathless half-giant, nagging behind him for leaving
him behind and not waking him up sooner. He had tried mingling and blending in
with the crowd so that he wouldn’t see and that he would be rid of him, but Hagrid’s height served him painfully well as he spotted him
almost immediately, what with Severus having a habit of wearing dark,
conservative clothes even while touring around the Muggle
world, making him stick out like a sore thumb for Hagrid
to see. It was like bringing along a big baby who wanted his daddy 24-7 or
having a disease that just won’t go away. His presence was made even grudgingly
worse when the half-giant seemed to find it amusing to let Severus know at the
last minute after roaming around in Germany for almost one month that he knew
people who had Portkeys at certain areas so that it
would take them to their destination a little faster.
But in all honest truth, he would
not say that he did not like the company entirely; having someone to talk to,
or there lack of, was better than musing about with a face that looked like
everyone owed you a million Galleons. With Hagrid
around, at least he felt a little bit compensated for his having to be so
lonely separated from his dear little pet for so long. His long-winded
chattering, which was just as bad as Albus’ talkative
nature, was the only thing that kept him sane and guide him to the right path
without doing something stupid out of desperation to fulfill the deal of the slaver
manager Mr. Jefferson Underhill. Besides, when they came across mean-looking
thugs or robbers who wanted to cause trouble and steal him of his valuables, Hagrid proved to be a good bodyguard rather than having
Severus causing uproar of revealing his identity as a wizard. Hagrid’s connections into looking for the contacts that
possessed those Portkeys also made their journey a
little more bearable than before. Thanks to Hagrid,
they actually managed to locate a witch, who was a half-succubus from her father’s
side, who owned a Jack Skellington live-size doll
that served as a Portkey to take them to Austria and
closer to their destination. He secretly thanked Albus
for sending Hagrid after him and would’ve done the
same to Hagrid, if he weren’t munching behind him so
irritably noisy, literally killing off the grateful mood.
“Wanna
rock cake, S’vrus?” Hagrid
suddenly asked.
“No, thank you,” Severus replied
dourly.
“C’mon. It tastes good,” Hagrid probed as he offered one to Severus.
Severus took it, threw it on the
ground without a moment’s notice, and kept walking. I’d rather keep my teeth
intact, thank you very much, he thought to himself.
“Aww, S’vrus!” Hagrid exclaimed in
annoyance before running to pick up the cake, scraping and blowing away the dirt
before putting it back into his duffel bag. “D’ya hafta be so uptigh’?”
“Yes, I have a reputation to uphold.
And that doesn’t include associating with giants and sacrificing their teeth
for mere junk food.”
“Ya know, fer a guy who so lovesick tha’ ye
willin’ tuh risk yer neck fer a common slave, ye
sure ar’ a walkin’
contradiction.”
“Well, I never wanted you following
me around like a lost canine and you are annoying the shit out of me. So please
do me a favour and go away.”
“Canna help it now, can I?” Hagrid
scowled as he pocketed his half-eaten rock cake into his duffel bag. “Unbr’kable Vow, remember? ‘Sides, if it wern
fer me, ye migh’ still be
back in ‘em German-ee runnin’ ‘round in circles. I wuz jus’ bein’ friendly, neways. Wat’s yer poison?”
“I just want to get this over and go
back to my Harry, that’s all I’m asking,” Severus sighed, tired of wasting his
breath arguing with him for the umpteenth time.
After smiling good-naturedly at some
curious passers-by ogling at his massive size, he turned to ask Severus again,
“I'm jus’ curious tho’. Wat exactly ye see in tha’ boy?”
“He is special,” Severus replied
after a moment’s silence. “You can’t pick your love; it just happens.”
“I wunner wat he sees in ye,” Hagrid asked
in a joking tone, receiving a death glare from the Potions Master.
“I really don’t know. My last love
saw only a Master.”
“Ah, tha’ one, aye?” Hagrid
asked. He briefly remembered during a school function, he saw a green-eyed
young man who was almost in his 20’s following waist to waist beside Severus
wearing some sort of greenish-silver collar and was looking at everyone with a
feeling of reservation. He never asked of his name because he was too drunk
with mead at the time, but the young man’s piercing green eyes were etched deep
in his memory banks even though he only saw him once. “Tuh
bad ye hafta let ‘im go.
He’s a pretty lil’ thin’.”
“He was, during those 16 years of my
life, my one and only. I never thought I could get over it and love someone
else just as much as I loved him, but I do now.”
“I guess it's like ye
says: it jus’ happens. But s’riously, S’vrus, wat made ye so attracted tuh him? Wat did he do tuh make ye so…smitt’n?”
“His eyes,” Severus
replied briefly.
“Eyes?”
Hagrid echoed.
“Yes, that is what made
me buy him. His green eyes.”
“Green
eyes? Ye bought ‘im jus’ coz he has green
eyes?” Hagrid raised an eyebrow. “Dere’s
gotta be more than tha’.”
“I bought him for that
at first,” Severus said, then smiled inwardly, “but it changed to something
much more.”
“Aha! So do tell ol’ Hagrid ‘ere,” Hagrid grinned and egged him on with a light nudge at his
shoulders, eyeing him with interest.
“His trust, his body,
his smile, everything,” Severus allowed himself to smile in the open as he
reminiscence every detail his pet had that made him so head over heels for him.
“There is trait after trait for me to love. Even his pout and anger.”
“Oh ho ho…” Hagrid guffawed, then
flashed Severus a naughty grin, saying, “Our Ice Prince of ‘ogwarts
‘av finally melted, aye?”
“Yes, yes, I have.
Whatever,” Severus waved him off, trying hard not to blush. “Let it get out and
your animals will suffer.”
“Dinna
worry, S’vrus, yer secrets
safe wi’ me. Ev’n Minerva,
who helped seal tha’ Unbr’kable
Vow dunno wat yer reli out ‘ere fer n why I hafta protect ye.”
Severus groaned. Not
only had he involved a stupid huge oaf to make such detrimental vow over his
own life, he even made an old hag seal the deal. No wonder life in Hogwarts
have been in shambles and no wonder the Ministry of Magic was always finding
ways to debunk the old man from his seat in the office.
“They should be arrested
for attempted murder and endangering the life of an innocent bystander. Now I
really hate that man.”
“Why?” Hagrid asked, not sure why Severus would want to make a
fuss about Albus looking out for him. “He’s da one who sent me outta concern fer yer safety. If ‘e dinna care, ye woulda be dead righ’ ‘bout now ‘fore ye ev’n got
tha’ eye.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Maybe, but tha’ dinna change tha’ Dumble cares ‘bout ye.
‘Sides, I vows tuh be Dumble’s
loyal servant n I did it of my own free will.”
“Fine!”
Severus snapped at the half-giant, getting a little frustrated that this
bickering was going nowhere. “Go lick his boots and jump off the cliff for him
if you want to serve him so much! How about you shut up for an hour while I try
to figure it out how to find that other stupid Portkey
owner of yours?”
“Alrigh’,
alrigh’,” Hagrid rolled his
eyes and took out his rock cake to munch again, muttering, “Summat’s
woken on tha’ wrong side o’ tha’
bed today…”
While Severus sighed in
relief that he had a moment to think of which route to take next or which
person to ask to look for their next contact, Hagrid
was enjoying the sights. Soon, he whipped out an old worn camera given by Albus and took pictures of the place. It was one of those
cameras that required a flash of a bulb because electronic devices go haywire
in the magic world due to the differences in nature and wavelength, but it was
functional, and the half-giant was happy to be able to just use it.
“Oh ho ho, wait till Ron and Mione sees
this,” Hagrid grinned happily. “They’ll be flippin' dere gourds.”
“I thought I said be
quiet,” Severus growled, annoyed that his train of thought was disrupted by Hagrid.
“It ain't
no crime talkin' to meself now, innit?” Hagrid gave him a sarcastic sideways glance.
Shaking his head in
dismay, he walked faster to leave some more space between them to navigate and
plan his next course of action while Hagrid, keeping
Severus within eyeshot, continued to take photos.
This was going to be one
hell of a long journey still.
A/N: Yup. It’s definitely going to be one hell of a long
journey still, but hey, every mile starts with one step, dontcha
think? Reviews plz!
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