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Chelicerata	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 22237 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione frowned at everyone in annoyance. “Well, really, what did she expect to happen?” She snapped, gaining everyone’s attention. “You don’t just force yourself on someone and especially not a Chelicerata! I’m sorry Ron,” She apologized to her boyfriend. “But it serves Ginny right for not respecting Harry more than that!”
Everyone was staring at Hermione and Harry in shock – nowhere on the poster had it specified that Harry was a Chelicerata. Those who didn’t know what that was, were busy having whispered conversations with people who did. “Spider-demon” seemed to be repeated an awful lot and made Harry grind his teeth. He wasn’t a demon, for Merlin’s sake! He was a magical Creature. It was entirely different! He growled softly and Hermione gave him a sympathetic – and slightly apologetic – look. She hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that. Harry was debating about getting up and leaving the Great Hall. The students were suitably distracted and he doubted anyone else was going to try kissing him now, so why not? Just as he started to stand again, though, a harsh laugh broke through the air.
“A Chelicerata, Potter? Really?” Blaise Zabini walked forward, drawling in a way irritatingly reminiscent of Malfoy. “Well, you certainly aren’t going to find your Mate at Hogwarts then, are you?”
Harry narrowed his eyes and snarled. “What the hell are you talking about, Zabini? Why wouldn’t I be able to find my Mate here? I’ve got as much chance of them being here as anywhere else, after all.”
Still chuckling, Zabini raised an eyebrow. “No, Potter, you don’t. Chelicerata are Dark Creatures. They’re mated to only the darkest of Witches and Wizards, because Dark magic begets Dark magic. No normal witch or wizard could have a child with something as Dark as a Chelicerata. Only someone who practices Dark magic will satisfy you.”
Hermione scoffed. “That’s ridiculous, Zabini. Harry is the furthest thing from Dark and everyone knows it!”
“Potter might be Light,” Blaise conceded coolly. “But Chelicerata are Dark and I assure that his Creature instincts will guide his magic in choosing his Mate. And the Mate will be Dark, because regardless of the fact that Harry Potter the wizard is Light, that is not what stands next to you now. And Harry Potter the Chelicerata is Dark by nature.”
Hermione pursed her lips in annoyance. She wondered vaguely why none of the staff was interfering with the rude Slytherin boy and then decided it didn’t matter. She’d handle this all on her own if she had to. “Listen, Zabini, I don’t know what makes you think that, but nothing made in love can be Dark. Love between a witch and an Acromantuala allowed the first Chelicerata to be born and since love is the most powerful Light emotion, the Chelicerata can’t be Dark.”
“What?” Blaise laughed, utterly delighted. “You silly little twit; that story is just that. A story told to small children, like Beauty and the Beast. It’s not what happened.”
“And who died and made you an expert on this anyway?” Hermione demanded coldly, furious at being laughed at, as well as at being called a ‘silly little twit’, of all things.
“My mother has been married seven times, Granger.” Blaise drawled in amusement. “I’ve been all over the world and talked to all manner of people. I know more about most things than all the books in the library combined.”
Hermione’s mouth pursed tightly once again, and Harry sighed, knowing he had to say something before his friend hexed Zabini. “Then where do Chelicerata come from?” He asked the caramel-skinned boy softly. “Since you’re so…informed.”
“A sorceress wanted to birth the most powerful child ever.” Blaise answered in a bored voice. He didn’t notice it, but everyone in the Great Hall was listening intently. “She was determined to do so, no matter the cost. So she got herself pregnant and then proceeded to infect herself with all manner of Dark magic. Her first attempt – manticore, I think – killed the baby, but not her. She tried again and again and again, uncaring how many babies died so long as she got what she wanted in the end.”
His dark eyes locked with Harry’s green ones and he continued his story. “Finally, she tried Acromantula venom. She was pregnant again and she injected her belly with the poison, determined that somehow she would birth a child more powerful than any other.” He sneered slightly, as though the idea had merit but he thought the woman foolish for the way she went about it. “The baby inside her lived. When he was born, he showed no signs of being different, though, and she was frustrated.”
He chuckled darkly. “You can imagine her surprise 17 year later when the boy developed his unique tongue. She was thrilled, though, because no other baby had lived through her subsequent experiments with other types of poisons and Dark magic. Once she realized what her son was, she had three more children, all infused with Acromantula venom during the pregnancy.”
Harry sighed unhappily. This story made far more sense than Hermione’s version had. After all, even if you somehow managed to fall in love with a giant spider, how could a bite impregnate someone? Even magic didn’t usually work that oddly. But magical venom mutating a child still in the womb…well, that made far more sense. It was creepier, in a way, and did lend itself to the idea that Harry was a Dark Creature, but it made sense. He didn’t particularly relish the idea of being Dark, or of his Mate being Dark, but he supposed there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. Besides, Dark or Light, he hadn’t really wanted to be part spider anyway. Did the label really make much difference? He was a bit creepy regardless.
Blaise smiled coldly at Harry, a sneer twisting his face unpleasantly. “Perhaps, Potter, you should try this little kissing game at Azkaban.”
Ron snarled angrily at the dark-skinned boy. “Shut up, Zabini! Not all witches and wizards who’ve practiced Dark Magic are evil, you know! And they certainly aren’t all in Azkaban prison!”
Zabini let out a sharp, cold laugh; it was a bit like icicles, really. “Oh really, Weasley? Name one witch or wizard who has practiced Dark Magic that isn’t currently in Azkaban.”
Harry’s eyes widened as Ron snapped back an answer without thinking. “Snape!” He bit out triumphantly. “He’s not in Azkaban, obviously!” He gestured to where the man in question still stood beside Harry. “And I’m sure there are others as well!”
Blaise was laughing so hard he was clutching his stomach. “Oh, Weasley, that was priceless! As though Professor Snape would ever kiss Potter! We Slytherins have a bit more self-preservation than to just go around sticking our tongues down the throat of a magical creature. I would think even you would know that.”
“Malfoy kissed him.” Hermione pointed out in a low voice that carried anyway, though Blaise seemed to ignore her comment entirely. “And he’s a Slytherin. But it certainly wouldn’t be appropriate for a teacher to kiss Harry anyway.” She added, almost as an afterthought.
Severus watched as Harry’s face twisted into an expression of abject misery. “Is everyone too frightened to kiss me, then?” He demanded angrily. When no one stepped forward or spoke and Blaise simply grinned smugly at this result, Harry sighed and pushed to his feet. “Fine, then. I’ll just be going to bed. If anyone should happen to speak to a Dark Arts practitioner, please let them know I’m available to be kissed any time.” His voice was waspish and snarly-sounding, but the defeat shone in his emerald eyes.
Severus took a deep breath and steeled himself. The only way to prove to the students that they still had a chance was by showing that a person who practiced the Dark Arts was rejected by Potter. Unfortunately, Weasley had been correct. He, Severus Snape, was the only person around who fit that description. He had also promised his best friend, Lily Evans Potter, that he would do everything he could to watch out for Harry. He supposed this situation fell under that category, in some way. Severus caught the Headmaster’s eye and quirked a brow – he had no intention of getting fired just to prove a point. Albus smiled slightly, his blue eyes twinkling, and nodded once.
“Mr. Potter.” Harry had gotten only a few steps before that cool, velvety voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Yes, sir?” Harry asked softly, half-turning around again to peer over his own shoulder at Severus with enigmatic green eyes. “Did you need something?”
“Mr. Zabini’s theory is interesting, Mr. Potter.” Severus said silkily, his voice little more than a purr. “However, as Mr. Weasley pointed out, I am the only person skilled in the Dark Arts that is present. Perhaps we should prove Mr. Zabini’s theory is incorrect?”
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