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Expect The Unexpected	By : QuantumFirePhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18915 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Harry sat at a table with the twins in one of the secret back rooms. It was a round table big enough to seat ten, and Harry was sat in-between the twins at the side where his back was to the wall. It was one of the most important rules his father had taught him, 'when meeting with someone, be it an acquaintance or foe, never leave your back open for them to wedge a knife into.'
As he thought over some of the other lessons taught to him by his father, a small chuckle escaped Harry, causing the twins to shoot him questioning looks. He waved his hand at them, reassuring them he hadn't gone crazy. "Just reliving some good moments, guys." He smirked, since half the lessons taught to him got his father into trouble.
As Fred opened his mouth to speak, the sound of the door opening made him and George sit straighter and become more serious. Duncan lead a small group of five men into the room, carrying a silver tray with a full decanter and several whiskey chasers. He placed the tray down in the middle of the table, then turned to pull out the three chairs directly across from Harry and the twins. Once Duncan had moved back from the table to stand to the right of the table, just slightly behind George, three of the men seated themselves while the other two flanked the doorway. Harry leaned back into his chair, sipping at his firewhiskey, all the while keeping sharp eyes on his guests.
The guests got themselves situated and then turned towards Harry, waiting for the cue to speak. Harry returned his tumbler to the table for a refill, and nodded towards his guest's direction, as Duncan automatically refilled his glass.
"My Lord, thank you sincerely for this council as always. These recent months have been quite profitable for you, My Lord. Your alcohol company has nearly tripled since you have tasked me with expanding your investments. Most of your investments have quadrupled, and your investment in the Daily Profit has seen to have made wonderful progress in how the go about their business. Now, the investment in the joke shop, has seriously blown up! The investment money you put into the business when it was first started has grown tenfold the size! If I may, My Lord, suggest that adding a little extra to the experiment expenses, as all I can see it doing is reeling in more money." The man directly across from Harry spoke avidly, truly in his element. Harry was silent for a few heartbeats, before he smiled at the man and nodded.
"Thank you, Mr Monroe, I am very grateful to you, you have not disappointed me, and therefore I believe a reward is in order. I know that as the only child that your parent did and could have, that they were disappointed that you turned out to be a squib, and therefore they left me their entire fortune and estate to me in their wills. As I was reading their letters left to me along with their wills, and was pleased to note they left me one last wish concerning the fortune and estate. You see, they said that it was all mine, unless in my eyes and to my standards, that their only son and heir proved himself worthy to the Monrelli name. I believe that you have done so, and because of that, I have the documents to transfer the fortune and estate over to you, as well as the documents for you to claim your father's last name back." As he finished speaking, Harry presented Montague Monroe – soon to be Monrelli again – the aforementioned documents and a blood quill.
Montague sat there staring alternatively between Harry and the paperwork, gobsmacked. His mind ran a mile a minute, not sure if on what he should do. Harry noticed his turmoil, and leant forwards and leaned against the table.
"I know you've spent the better part of your life ignoring you, and then they sent you away, but think on how this could benefit your family. I know you have quite a bit of money, and with be able to live comfortably, but you also want to be able to spoil your daughters rotten, don't you? With this inheritance, you can spoil them a lot more the you can now. Also, think of how they would like to know their family history, this way, they can. This is also a way for you to be able to understand your parents better, and become closer to them again." Harry spoke softly, pushing him gently, knowing this is Montague's biggest dream come true.
Montague looked up into Harry's eyes, and smiled. "Thank you, My Lord." He bowed his head ever so slightly, before reaching for the documents and swiftly signed them all with a flourish. A small white glow surrounded Montague and the legal parchments, before settling. The parchments were folded and placed into one of Montague's pockets.
"Now that is out of the way, tell me Montague, how are your little girls?" Harry asked with a genuine smile, sitting back and watching his friend light up at the prospect of speaking of his beloved children. He relaxed, grateful for this little calming period before he had to deal with the others he had appointments with.
Severus Snape was a twisted wreck of nerves. He was doomed, why did he agree to this again? Oh yes, Harry. The thoughts of what waited ahead made him want to just throw himself out one a window then make a break for it. Well, actually, the only breaks in that situation would be his legs, and most likely his neck. He didn't outwardly show it, of course, but if you knew him well enough, you could definitely tell he was nervous. Which is exactly what had Lucius Malfoy chuckling quietly to himself as he watched his friend approach him from the recently vacated floo. However, once Severus had reached him, he could not keep his amusement in check any longer.
"Don't Luce," Severus growled. "Don't even bother." Lucius just chuckled louder as they walked to the big family dining room. "Is it just going to be the three of us this evening?" He inquired, really hoping Harry would make it back early enough that he wouldn't have to deal with all this on his own.
"I'm afraid so, Sev. Both Draco and Harry has business to attend to, although Draco said he may be able to make it depending on how agreeable the people he's doing business with are." Severus groaned, horrified he'd have to brave the dinner with his friend and Lord alone. Lucius' laughter was continuous, and echoed throughout the manner. Severus couldn't stop growling.
They walked the rest of the way in silence once Lucius had calmed. Severus' nerves had abated with Lucius' typical behaviour, but now that silence reigned once more, they came rushing back at full force. He could see it now, the Dark Lord sat at the table in all his Dark Lordiness, as Harry likes to call it. He'd be sat there, staring holes right through Severus' head, while he's choking to death on the poisoned food and wine he'd been served. Oh boy. Severus mentally gave himself a wallop to the back of the head. He was letting his imagination and nerves get the best of him. Still, he believed that it still remains a possibility, depending what gets said or interpreted.
Damn it, why is this place so big?! Severus thought, hoping against all hope they'd make it to the dining room soon. They finally made it to the dining room quicker than Severus expected, and he took a few deep breaths in order to calm himself before stepping inside. The first thing he noticed as he entered was the figure seated at the head of the dining table. The two spaces on either side of the Dark Lord were set, forcing Severus into having to sit next to him instead of at the other side of the table, where he could subtly choke himself to death with his vegetables.
Severus took a deep breath, and walked towards the place setting to the right of the Dark Lord, Lucius followed and walked around the Dark Lord to his left hand side. As Lucius passed the Dark Lord, he raised his hand and brushed it across his broad shoulders. Voldemort turned his head to place a kiss on the back of Lucius' hand just before it left his shoulder. Severus barely managed to prevent himself from rolling his eyes at the pair.
'You'd think after four years they'd no longer still be like newlyweds.' Severus thought, exasperated.
Once seated, Voldemort cleared his throat and three house-elfs quietly popped into existence. They placed the dishes down for the starter on to the silver lace placemats upon the table and removed the silver lids. What was revealed was a bowl of watercress and celeriac soup with a small slice of toasted baguette topped with goat's cheese croutons. The smells of the celery and goat's cheese clashing wafting up towards Severus' nose was divine. He couldn't wait, it was his favourite soup. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched to see when the Dark Lord would start eating. Once Voldemort took the first spoonful of soup, Lucius then Severus followed.
They ate in moderate silence for a while, just settling and trying to relax in current company. After a while, Severus felt the need to fidget, as if he was a naughty little boy about to be disciplined by his parents. Lucius unknowingly came to the rescue of Severus' nerves.
"So Severus, how is your new project doing? I do apologise, but I seem to have forgotten what it was about." Lucius spoke, breaking the tense silence. Severus mentally wept.
"Ah, yes, I had a feeling that you weren't paying much attention when we last spoke of it." Severus smirked at seeing his friend's cheeks redden a smidge. "This new project of mine is split into two parts really. You do recall us years ago discussing the family magics involved in family tapestries, yes?" He questioned.
"Hmm, yes. Something about the family magics making traditional family tapestries self-updating concerning births, marriages, and deaths." Lucius replied. He nodded, glad about not having to explain from complete scratch.
"Well, I was think if I could find a way of altering location and diagnostic potions and spell in a way where they can be absorbed into the fabric. That way, when a family member is missing, all you have to do is place a finger over their names, and the get the current location, or is they are ill, you get a complete diagnostic. Of course the diagnostic would only go back a month, therefore if you find the death of a family member suspicious, then all you need to is check the tapestry." Lucius' eyes by now, were wider than normal decorum would allow, and Voldemort seemed to be interested as well.
"What about spells and poisons that would normally show up as 'natural causes'?" Questioned Voldemort. By now, Severus was wondering why he was ever nervous.
"It would definitely show them, if they were used, My Lord. It would even show who poisoned them or cast the spell." He explained, thrilled at the chance to talked about his project with the Dark Lord. "I was actually going to approach you soon, My Lord, to see if you had any ideas about which combining and merging technique would be best used, since most family tapestries are made from elven spun silk thread or paint."
Voldemort sat back a little as he thought it over. "I can vaguely remember reading something along those channels. Let me think it over, Severus. I'll need to do some research, I don't have all the books I used to, so it may take quite a while."
"Yes, My Lord." Severus agreed, itching to just abandon dinner and go research now that the Dark Lord was on board with the project.
I wasn't sure what direction I wanted the end of this chapter to go in, and I've been stuck on it for ages. But now that I've got it sorted, I hope to get the next chapter out soon. Stay tuned for chapter four guys!
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