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Death Eater Takes a Holiday	By : LeeLeePotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 43 Evil
Bastard at Play, Spy at Work

Ron carried a tray from the bar over to the table. Ginny
squawked when he set the tray down so hard that she was splashed with some
butterbeer, but forgave him when he proposed a toast to her. "To the next
Weasley to make the team; I give you Virginia Weasley," Ron said, and made
a cheering sound into his hands. "Rah! And the crowd goes wild, as Weasley
takes control of the quaffle. Rah!"

Harry added extra cheering sounds to Ron's commentary. Ginny
giggled into her butterbeer.

"Harry, do you really think I have a chance?" she
asked in anticipation.

"You were great. I'm sure you'll make the team,"
he said encouragingly. Ron gave her an
"I told you so" look and she smiled, nervousness gone now that they�d
had a good practice at the quidditch pitch.

"It was so great to get to practice on the real pitch.
That was so much better than the marsh behind the Burrow. I can't wait for
tomorrow night to do it all over again. I really appreciate you guys helping me
like this," she rambled on excitedly.

Harry enjoyed hanging out with Ron and Ginny for a while,
and tried to remember what it used to be like to just hang around. He was
relaxed, but still managed to be on alert. He had scanned the room, looking to
see who was there and who was potentially dangerous. Harry was almost amazed to
realize he'd come so far with his training that as he sat there drinking with
is friends he had noted every person in the room, getting bits of almost each
conversation. A blond couple in a booth had caught his eye. He couldn't see
them very well as they were sitting very close to each other, slightly in the
shadows, and seemingly paying attention only to each other. Something about
them made Harry listen in carefully, but he didn't know why. When he heard they
were speaking French, he didn't pay too much attention.

The conversations went from quidditch to Ron's Auror
training. Harry told them that he had finished his first class and was already
started in the next. He told them all about the wizarding class for building
houses. Since most communities were wizard and muggle mixed, the class taught
about muggle regulations and how to incorporate magic to build and ward a new
home.

"Filius and I were talking about that over a chess game.
You remember, that was the night you got my girlfriend drunk," Ron said,
laughing. "He said he had lots of spells he could teach you."

"Albus sent me to talk to him. He built his own home
years ago." He paused, noticing Ron looking behind him. "What?"

"Malfoy," Ron said so quietly only Harry could
hear.

"What?" asked Ginny, confused.

"Potter, Weasel," drawled Draco Malfoy, his arm
around an attractive girl with blond hair halfway down her back. Harry watched
as Malfoy and Ron verbally sparred briefly. The girl only spoke French to
Malfoy, but Harry could tell from her expressions that she understood what they
were saying in English.

"No Auror training for you, Potter?" asked the
blond.

"Nope," Harry said simply. He was sure Malfoy
expected him to say more, but anything Harry had thought of to say may have
sounded like being an Auror wasn't good eh foh for him, and he had no
intentions of insulting Ron's career of choice. In the end, the result of
saying less had a better impact. There was no way Malfouldould twist his words
for a retort. Harry wasn't being any fun.

"No need to chase the bad guys when they keep coming to
you, �eh Potter?" said Draco before he turned to his date, spoke something
in French, and headed for the .

"Creep," said Ginny as they left.

"Forget him, Ginny," said Harry, not allowing
Malfoy to ruin their fun. "Tomorrow I'll meet you guys on the pitch, since
I'll already be at Hogwarts."

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"Is it true that you still have a room at
Hogwarts?" asked Ginny. Harry nodded. "Does that mean I might see you
there after school starts?"

"Could be. Albus has an anniversary coming up, I may
spend the night after that party," said Harry, getting a kick out of the
awed look on Ginny's face when he referred to the Headmaster by his first name.

"Speaking of parties," said Ron. "I thought
you could come over to our house for dinner, so Mum could see you for your
birthday. Then, we could meet everybody here afterwards."

"Sound like a plan," agreed Harry. He was hoping
Severus would want to do something with him for his birthday, but he wasn't
going to sit around waiting to be asked, and not make other plans in the
meantime. Severus hadn't mentioned anything, but his birthday wasn't for a week
or so. Harry started daydreaming about tomorrow. Sev had asked if he could take
him out for a ride on Hagrid's flying horse. He could tell the Potions Master
wanted to make up for ignoring him during dinner at Hogwarts the last time he
saw him. He had enjoyed seeing Severus in his own little world, thinking about
his work and ignoring all else. It had seemed like the professor he'd known and
the man he loved now weren't even the same person. Now, they were always
together in very different settings. It had been good to see him as the Potions
Master again. Things would be so different when the new school year began.

"I don�t think he's with us anymore," chuckled
Ginny. Harry suddenly realized he'd been thinking about Sev so much he'd missed
what Ron was saying.

"Hm? Was I supposed to be listening?" he teased.
"Sorry Ron, what did you say?" asked Harry apologetically.

"See if I tell you now," grumped Ron, and hid his
smile behind his tankard of butterbeer. Ginny, on the other hand, never could
resist the 'I'm so sorry' puppy-dog look Harry was pulling.

"I overheard my mum saying," Ginny started to say,
changing the subject, but Ron interrupted her.

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"She said not to repeat that to Harry," protested
Ron. Harry looked on curiously.

"Yeah, right," Ginny said as if he didn't
understand woman at all. And most likely, he didn't. "Mum sort of
mentioned that she hasn't seen your new place yet since you moved in," she
said with a grimace.

Harry winced. "I forgot I told your parents I'd have
them over for dinner one night once I got settled in. I better send your Mum a
note before they think I'm a total prat."

The three continued to talk until they finished their
butterbeer, and got up to leave. Ron took Ginny's broom so she could Floo back.
He would Apparate, meeting her at home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry made sure to send Hedwig out with an invitation the
next morning. It was a busy day for him. Harry was up early for a meeting with
a man about building codes, which went fairly well as Harry had only to speak
with the man briefly and pick up a booklet of requirements for the area. Then
he was off to a meeting with Filius to help him determine the best charms to
use.

It was an odd sight to see Harry Potter walking through the
halls of Hogwarts carrying his broom and a large piece of wood. He and Filius
had separated the wood into five pieces. The Charms Professor taught him spells
to strengthen and protect the wood from elements and attack. With the practiced
charms in place, they attacked the five pieces of wood with fire, water, hexes,
and even termites. They could not test the last charm which protected the wood
from things that come with age, like dry rot and decay, but since all the
others worked well Filius was convinced that once Harry placed those charms, he
would be well on his way to building a home that would stand the test of time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry checked his watch, realizing he was early for his ride
with Severus. He debated on a visit to Hagrid, but had had tea with him
yesterday, and couldn't resist thll oll of the dungeons. He hadn't been down
there since he finished school, and thought it couldn't hurt to pop in on Sev a
little early, maybe get a chance to see him brewing a potion again. It was
strange walking through the quiet corridors with no bustle of students around.
Maybe one day after September he would pop in with his father's invisibility
cloak pla play the silent observer, watching the wizard he loved as he worked.

Harry knocked on the lab door and listened, waiting for
permission to enter. Hearing the familiar voice say 'Enter', Harry proceeded
in. Severus must have been close to finishing the potion since the workspace
was cleaned of all ingredients.

Severus gave his brew one last stir, and covered the
cauldron before turning toward the door. He had expected to see Albus, but
wasn't too surprised by the sight before him. He did have a date to fly with
the young wizard.

Severus had seen Harry in quidditch robes for years, but
they were always the colors of his rival house, which he found vulgar, and
well, just too Gryffindor. But Harry wasn't wearing the school issued red and
gold. His layered robes were black, and sleek looking. He wasn't wearing the
protective gloves and wrist guards yet, but Severus imagined they matched the
brown boots he wore. Severus was reminded of the colors of a Doberman, and like
the dog, Harry had a lethal appearance. Sev found it� arousing. Harry was small
for a man his age, and for most of the summer he had been wearing casual muggle
clothing like jeans or sweats. Occasionally he wore robes to get a feel for
fighting in them, but for the most part he never had the outward appearance of
a dangerous wizard. Sev would have to suggest his lover wear black more often.

"See something you like?" invited the sexy younger
wizard, with a smirk. "If I knew you would be speechless, I'd have worn
this during Potions class."

Severus did not give the snarky reply Harry was expecting,
but crossed the room in just a few strides. In an instant he was in front of
Harry had taken a fist full of quidditch robes, and was kissing him hard.
Before Harry could respond to thslauslaught of lips, Severus dove his tongue in
for exploration of Harry's hot mouth. Harry hadn't expected the attack. Being
suddenly, roughly pressed against the wall, he found himself extremely turned
on, and his cock sprang to life. Severus continued the domineering kiss for
another moment, pulling back only for a second before latching onto his neck.
Harry fisted his hand in Sev's hair as he felt the teeth grazing his neck.

Sev pulled up Harry's robes, reaching into his pants to grab
his hard cock, growling when he felt the tight satin that encased his lover�s
sex. In a flash, Severus had out his wand, groaning a l. Hl. Harry watched as
the small green satin garment was suddenly in Sev's hand. "Merlin, I've
got to learn that spell," muttered Harry. Severus pocketed the bikini, and
turned his wand to his lover once again. Where did my pants go? Harry
wondered, but then lost all conscious thought. He'd never heard the second
spell, but the results were mind-boggling. He could feel the tip of the wand
pass over his entrance, relaxing his muscles and simultaneously lubricating
him. What was that, magical preparation? Sev had never done that before.
Coherent thought dissolved. All focus was now concentrated on the intense
pleasure he was receiving from his lover.

Severus nibbled and sucked on Harry's neck, trailing along
his scar, up to the very sensitive spot behind his ear. Harry frantically
grabbed at Sev's robes to release his straining member from behind the many
layers of clothing. He wasn't sure how, nor did he care when Sev's trousers
were no longer obstructing his path. Now that Severus was fully exposed from
the waist down, Harry couldn't reach him, as Severus was lifting him up with strong
hands wrapped around his arse. Instinctively, Harry wrapped his legs around
Sev's waist, begging to be lowered onto Sev's prodding cock. He bit down hard
on Sev's neck as he was entered. In a pleasure-induced stupor, Harry felt only
the thrusting and the occasional bite that took him unaware. Oblivious to the
hard wall he was pounded against, Harry cried out as Severus mercilessly aimed
to hit his prostate, sending pleasure waves through him with every thrust.

Harry had yet to experience love making so wild and raw
before, yet Sev still seemed so restrained. He wanted Sev to let loose for a
change. "Fuck me. Hard," he panted. It was the only words either of
them had spoken during this frenzied encounter. Severus paused, standing
upright, bringing Harry with him. He moved from the hard wall, and carried his
lover over to his desk. With every step, Harry's breath hitched from the
movement inside of him. Soon he felt a cold surface behind him as Severus
lowered Harry to his desktop. As Harry readjusted to the new position, he heard
a clink, as his hand had knocked over a small metal snake. It was the ink
receptacle on Severus' desk.

Severus gazed over his lover's body with an evil look before
dipping his index finger in the spilt ink. Harry did his best to keep himself
from flinching as he felt the wet finger tickle and slide over his abdomen. He
looked down to see a big red F written there. Harry whimpered a sound,
protesting the offending grade on his person.

"F," Severus hissed, pulling Harry's hips,
bringing him to the edge of the desk. "F, for Fuckable." He
punctuated his statement with a thrust back in.

Harry's response was to squeeze around Severus, causing him
to gasp. When he felt him begin to thrust in earnest, Harry quickly returned to
a mass of shattered nerve endings exploding with excitement, leaving him almost
completely lost in the pleasure he was experiencing, but one single thought
slid into his mind. He wanted Sev to let go.

"More," he gasped, unsure of what he was asking
for, but knowing his wanted it all the same. As he felt Severus� thrusts become
slightly erratic, he knew Sev's resolve was beginning to fade. Harry continued
to encourage his lover as he felt Sev's hips slamming against him. Long,
strong, slender hands grabbed his shoulders for leverage. Harry could tell the
thumbs on his collae woe would bruise, but ignored them in favor of his own
impending orgasm. Harry's cock was being rubbed between them, as he reached the
edge of the most mind-blowing climax he'd had to date. His body shook,
clenching down around Severus, deep inside him, also teetering over the edge.
Together they reached their climax as Severus pumped in short, shuddering
thrusts, screaming Harry's name against his chest.

As he came down from his euphoric state, Harry's hands,
which were clenched onto the side of the desk, came up to fist in Sev's hair.
Sev, still panting, worshiped Harry's chest, licking the taut nipples as he
caught his breath. Severus, being the first to recover, gently rubbed Harry's
shoulders where he'd clamped onto them like a vice in the heat of passion.
Harry groaned, feeling his lover pull out, and started to wonder if there was a
cushioning charm strong enough for his broom, as he was to be flying with Ron
and Ginny later.

Harry's mind returned to the present, hearing Sev softly
saying a spell. It was one he'd heard Madam Pomfrey say many times. The
thumbprint bruise marring his collarbone faded out from sight. "Don't
move," whispered Severus, leaving Harry spread out on his desk.

Severus retrieved a small round jar with no label, and
returned to his lover. He paused, taking in the view. Harry, looking debauched,
lying there with his head lolling to one side with a grin on his face.

"Are you coming back? I'm starting to feel like I
should have an apple in my mouth."

"Feeling like the sacrificial lamb, or is this one of
your food obsessions?" asked Severus, leaning over his lover for another
kiss. Severus opened the jar, dipping
his fingers in. Harry had been about to respond, but only gasped when Severus
slid two cold fingers ie. &e. "This will expedite your healing."

"Are you always this prepared? You're a regular boy
scout," teased Harry. Severus smirked. "Where did you learn such
useful spells? It would seem that most of those handy spells are for speed. Was
your last lover into high-speed shags?" Harry asked suggestively and
pulled himself to a sitting position. Hs des deeply grateful for the salve
Severus applied. He hadn't been looking forward to walking, much less flying.

"You could say that I preferred to keep it
simple," answered Severus vaguely. It had been convenient for both
parties. There had been no pillow talk between Severus and his bed partners,
just fuck and go. Simple. All that had changed. "You, however," he paused
to kiss Harry's nose. "are far from simple." He spoke a cleaning
spell on Harry, and rose to spell the clothes back.

"Hey, what kind of cleaning spell was that?" asked
Harry, pointing to the big red letter F on his abs. Severus smirked and told
him the ink had been spelledinstinst students who may try to change their
grade, and it could not be removed with magic. He would have to wait a few days
until it wore off with several washings. Harry mumbled a complaint, but
followed Severus into his private rooms and lounged on the bed while Sev took a
shower. Some things did not spell clean enough, including his hair, which had
been pretty bad. Harry laughed to
himself, thinking about the last time he'd been on the bed and was caught by
Kieran. He also thought about what kind of lovers Severus had before him. Did
simple mean unattached? Probably.

Harry didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until he heard the
sound of Severus sliding on a pair of leather pants. He groaned at the sight of
Severus with a white shirt, still unbuttoned, leaving his well-muscled chest
exposed. Severus heard Harry chuckle when he had hopped up and down a few times
to get the tight pants all the way up. Harry offered to help, then wrapped his
arms around Sev's waist and groped his arse. He kissed the exposed chest,
making a path up to and around Sev's neck.

"That was the best we've had so far," Harry said
between kisses. "I love it when
you don�t hold back, and just go wild." He continued to kiss Sev's neck,
working up to his jaw line.

Severus pulled him up for another feral kiss. "You look
rather enticing in black," purred Severus. "Lethal, and hot. I also
like when you leave off your glasses."

"I'll admit I did that to complete the outfit. I can't
really fly in them," Harry said, taking a case from his pocket. "I
have to put my glasses back on because the wind in my face dries out my eyes
too fast to wear contacts. I know it's vain," he said with a shrug and a
smile. "But from your reaction today, I'd say it was worth the effort."

Severus finished buttoning his shirt, and was putting on his
robe. "Wanting to look good for someone doesn't have to mean that you are
vain," Severus said, snapping the front of his robe taut. "Some of us
would take the opportunity to look our best, if others didn't show up early,
and might I add, looking as delectable as you do is quite a distraction."

Harry reached across and began buttoning Severus� robe,
running his hands along his chest. "I have to say I would have jumped at
having a chance at you alone, leather clad and all," murmured Harry.
"But if I had showed up when you expected, we wouldn't have had time to
fool around. That, and my fantasy of you taking me on your desk wouldn't have
been the same if you weren't wearing your Potions Master garb." Harry
reached up and latched onto Sev's neck. "I was really hoping we'd get to
do that before school started," he said against the neck he was nibbling.

"That look has never gotten me
laid before," Severus said dryly. He closed his eyes and sighed when Harry
continued to work on his neck with fervor. He had wanted to look good the next
time he'd seen Harry, especially after the way he�d looked the night Harry
surprised him with his presence in the Great Hall for dinner. At least he
wasn't as grungy this time. It had felt good to let loose during their frantic
lovemaking. Sev wasn't even thinking about what Harry had said, that it was one
of his fantasies. For that matter he wasn't thinking about much at all, with
the exception of pounding Harry into the desk.

When he felt Sev's neck was
thoroughly ravished, Harry looked up to see a slightly dazed Severus with a
warm smile on his face. He looked very content. Harry looked at him,
questioning, but didn't speak. Sev only smiled bigger and said they should
leave to go meet Hagrid.

~*~*~

Severus was thrilled to share this
experience with him. He reflected on his feelings for the man wrapped tight
around him. He realized Harry already meant a lot to him, and still his
feelings were growing stronger. Severus could tell Harry was excited. His arms
held tight around Severus waist until they were smoothly up in the air.
"When you're a little stronger, Hagrid will probably let you ride
alone," Sev said, keeping his voice above the sound of the great wings beside
them. They flew around the grounds just missing a large limb from the Whomping
Willow.

"I don't think I'd care to
ride alone," said Harry, puffing warm air against Sev's neck.

"How could you not? Such a
powerful creature beneath you, obeying your commands," Severus said with
conviction. Harry snuggled closer.

"I like to ride on the back
with you," he said squeezing Severus' thighs.

"Why? Wouldn't you rather be
in control? To command where you go and how far, how high?"

"No," he paused. "I
enjoy the ride, knowing I don't have to control it. I trust you." Harry
looked back at the tree, now way off in the distance. "If you didn't turn fast enough, the Whomping Willow could
have hurt him," he said patting the enormous backside of the elephant
sized flying horse. "When I fly on my broom, if I don't pull out from a
dive, I only endanger myself. I don't want to be solely responsible for others
safety, at least not in my leisure time."

Severus understood, and was more
than happy to take Harry for rides whenever possible. They had a nice leisurely
ride and flew until they could see Ron and Ginny on the pitch in the distance,
waiting for Harry. Hagrid waited for them in the stable as they landed. He was
glad to see that the friendship the two had formed on holiday, continued still.
The half-giant spoke soothing words to the massive Pegasus, giving it a sugar
cube treat. Hagrid seemed like a good fit, standing beside the elephant sized
palomino.

Harry stole a kiss from Sev as they
passed a large tree hiding them from view. Before taking off to fly with Ron
and Ginny, Severus helped cast the strongest cushioning spell on Harry's broom
that they could come up with. Harry grimaced when he mounted the broom.
"I'll be sure to think of you for the rest of the afternoon," groaned
Harry humorously. Severus smirked, and reminded him that his friends were
waiting. Harry gave a quick wink before kicking off the ground. He was startled
suddenly when he didn't lift off. The broom vibrated violently for a moment before
he realized Severus had a tight grip on the handle. It was the same thing he'd
done to Sev on holiday. Payback. "You evil bastard," snarled
Harry, but didn't manage to hide his smile.

"You're just now figuring that
out?" said Sev, with a grin.

"I can barely fly now with my
battered bum, and you want me to try it with a hard-on too? Why not just jinx
the broom to drop me?" Actually,
between the healing salve and the cushioning charm he wasn�t too uncomfortable,
but he did enjoy this banter with Sev.

Severus let go of the broom handle
and pulled on the front of Harry's robes so he could whisper into his ear.
Harry's eyes grew wide, and his face expressed a look of disgust; Sev was sure
he'd taken care of Harry's hard-on problem. Harry muttered something about
never being able to look Professor McGonagall in the eye again, and took off,
hearing Severus laughing heartily.

The practice for Ginny went well.
Ron made no comment on Harry's slight change in flying style. If Ron had
noticed anything, he didn't let on. If one were to look up in a book of
expressions, �ignorance is bliss�, there would be a picture of Ron; or so Harry
had thought. But by the end of practice Ron was in a foul mood. Before heading
to the three broomsticks, Harry sent Ginny to go see Hagrid's Pegasus, so he
could speak to Ron.

"Ron?" Harry started
cautiously. "You want to talk about it?"

"No."

"But you're going to, because
I'm your best friend, and we promised," said Harry, remembering the vow
Hermione, Ron and he had made.

Before the attack on Privet Drive,
Ron and Harry had had a disagreement on the train home. It was over something
dumb, and Ron sent an apology to Harry in a letter, but the owl never delivered
its message. They never did find out what happened to the Weasley's old owl.
Since Harry's mail was being intercepted that summer before the attack, it
could be that it had not survived a capture, or that it was mixed up in the
actual battle. With Errol's disappearance, Ron had no way of knowing if Harry
had received his apology. Ron had been devastated to find out Harry was so near
death just after they had argued. It had been a very long wait to see if Harry
would survive, and even longer for him to wake. When it was over, the three
friends made a pact never to leave disagreements brewing. It wasn't always
practical, but Ron would never allow such a thing to happen again. They really
never knew when something bad could happen. It was then that Ron became so
protective of his friend.

Ron looked at him miserably. He didn't want to offend Harry
with what was bothering him. "Er. Can I ask you something private? Well,
um, did you and Snape, um, you know? Today?" stammered Ron. Harry bit his
lip and nodded slowly. Ron also nodded, seemingly deep in thought. "And
you, um," Ron closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"WasSnapeontop?"

Harry deciphered Ron's words. He wasn't ready to discuss
their sexual positions. He didn't want Ron to think he never topped, even
though it was true he hadn't yet. Thinking Ron would assume Severus wouldn't
allow it, Harry didn't want to say he'd never topped. "He was today,"
answered Harry, thinking it was an honest answer, though it might lead Ron to
believe he had at one point. "Ron, why the sudden interest in my sex
life?"

Ron looked miserable. "Sorry to ask you private stuff
like that Harry. I don't like to think about it really, but remember the bloke
I had a poster of in my room?" asked Ron. Harry laughed; Ron had tons of
quidditch posters in his room. "The one with the real short red hair. When
I was a kid, I used to tell my brothers I wanted to be just like him. They used
to tease me about it, but never really explained why." Ron paused,
thinking back. "There were pictures of him in my Quidditch Weekly
magazine. Every once in a while he'd have a bad game, and in this one picture
he flew around kinda� oddly and I never could figure out why Fred teased me
about it, at least not until I saw you fly today," Ron said glumly.

Harry finally realized what it was that was bothering his
friend. Ron had realized that one of his quidditch idols was gay. Harry bit his
lip, successfully keeping back a small laugh. He remembered a magazine he'd
been shown by one of his snog partners. Harry had been in awe to see pictures,
moving pictures of men kissing, amongst other things. There was a small section
in the magazine with interviews with several gay quidditch players. Harry had
remembered seeing the familiar redhead from Ron's posters; it was a sexy pose
of him with his flying robes open in front. He would never have told Ron and
disillusioned him. After all, the man was a great athlete. What did it matter
he was gay. Poor homophobic Ron, you just couldn't help but love him.

"You know hardly anything about any of those guys
personal lives. You want to be like them because they�re good flyers. That
doesn't mean you want their whole life, does it? Don't let it bug you. If it
weren't for that, your brothers would find something else to tease you
about." The words were little comfort to Ron, but he seemed to get over it
for now. Harry was just relived the whole thing hadn't been about him
personally. He really wanted Ron to be OK with his choices. It was hard enough
for him to accept that Harry had fallen for Snape.

Arriving at the three broomsticks, Harry and Ron both
grabbed the back of Ginny's robes simultaneously. "What?" she
protested when the two didn't allow her into the pub. Both now well-trained men
had recognized Crabbe and Goyle walking toward them from the opposite
direction. "Too much distance between them, don't you think?" asked
Ron, noticing they had an unusual amount of space between them. Ron and
Hermione had done that the first time they had gone to Hogsmeade with Harry
wearing his invisibility cloak. After that, they realized it could give them
away, and Harry had walked beside or behind them.

"Malfoy?" asked Harry. He thought if anyone
invisible had been walking between them it would be Draco Malfoy. "I know
at least one of them has The Mark. There's no point in asking for trouble. We
could fly over to my place and Ginny can Floo from there," Harry said,
leadine wae way. He knew Malfoy wasn't taking The Mark, but that didn't mean he
wasn't a supporter of the Dark Lord. They had only managed to get a few feet
away when Harry's head started to pound. On first instinct he thought of
Voldemort, but soon realized it wasn't his scar, but merely a hehe. he.

Oh shit, he thought suddenly. "I have a
headache," he said aloud, remembering what Severus had said, �It wouldn't
be hard to give him a headache.� If he
took the headache cure he had bought from the Death Eater in the apothecary,
they and Sev would be alerted and the potion would give him some energy in
addition to ridding him of the headache. Damn, Malfoy did a fine job, he
thought as his head continued to pound severely.

"Ron, get Gin to Hogwarts now!" Harry and Ron both
could easily Apparate out of there, but neither would leave Ginny alone. Ron
yanked on his sister's arm, thrusting her broom at her, and they were off.
Harry removed the stopper on the vial, and downed the potion in one. He
immediately felt the effects of the potion as the throbbing in his head
subsided. He also felt more energized, but wasn�t entirely sure if it was the
potion or the adrenalin in his system. With the best racing broom Sirius' money
could buy, Harry sped off, and quickly caught up to the two redheads.

He hadn't caught up for long though; Harry's broom began to
slow as he could hear a spell being cast his way. He out maneuvered the hex
sent in his direction. Four black figures roomrooms were racing up behind him.
In an attempt to draw attention away from Ron and Ginny, Harry sped up in the
opposite direction. He circled the turrets of the castle, dodging curses, and
sent several curses in the direction of the Death Eaters on his tail.

Severus had been peeling off his layers of leather only to
replace them with the robes he had on earlier. He had met up with Madam Pomfrey
in the corridor, who had made a few requests. Severus had been heading to his
lab to brew Poppy's potions when he was alerted to the fact that Harry, or
someone, had opened the vial. He ran up the dungeon stairs with great speed. He
debated weather or not to stop and tell Albus, loosing precious time, or going
straight to Harry. His decision was made when the alarms in the castle began to
blare; announcing there was dark magic being performed on the grounds. Severus was glad of it, knowing it meant
that Harry was close and he didn�t have to go looking for him. Harry could have
been anywhere when the vial was opened. Yes, in an odd way, the alarms were
good to hear. As he raced to the large oak doors at the castles main entrance
Severus was met by Albus, and Minerva, with Filius not far behind.

High in the air, Harry had been dodging hexes rather well,
but was tiring fast. He used his shields well and managed to throw a fair
amount of curses back at his attackers. On his last look back there were only
three chasing him. Harry thought he may have been rid of one dark wizard, but
soon was set straight when a hex came at him from the ground. Apparently, he
got the man off his broom, but had not by any means incapacitated him. Harry
looped around, avoiding curses from the ground, finding he was almost
face-to-face, albeit a masked face, and stunned the surprised Death Eater.
Harry took off quickly, trying to lose the other two. He wouldn't look back
though he knew the man he stunned was falling to his death, as they were flying
very high. From such a height Harry didn't see the professors running along the
grounds until they started sending hexes at the dark wizards attacking Harry.
Either the man on the ground took off, or he had been taken care of by the
professors, since he was no longer sending curses at Harry.

Harry tried to fly lower to give Severus and the others a
better shot at the men as he flew for his life. He'd been hit by several
painful curses, but flew as if they'd not touched him. He continued to ignore
all pain, and flew for all he was worth. He briefly hoped Sev had seen how well
he was doing, but then his broom jerked hard. Harry was farther above the
ground than he had realized and was being herded higher by the two Death
Eaters. When the two saw they weren't getting the best of Harry with magic,
they decided to try knocking him off the broom from the immense height.

Harry held on for dear life, but he could feel the broom�s
jerky movements becoming worse, and thought he'd be thrown off any moment. He
threw a few more curses over his shoulder and began to look for a place to land.
The Astronomy Tower was too far away; he would have to find another good place.
Outmaneuvering the two Death Eaters, Harry managed to get lower to the ground,
giving Albus and the others a better chance at hitting them. It helped a
little, but he was quickly hit by a hex he hadn�t successfully avoided. Harry's
broom was out of control. Before it knocked him off, it had raised him skyward
above the high turrets. He tried to hold on and dodge hexes, but couldn't. The
broom bucked him off and he was falling. Despite his predicament, Harry didn't
miss the opportunity to hex the bastard who was laughing at Harry as the broom
flew off without him, sending the Death Eater plummeting to the ground. With
his own peril at hand Harry couldn't spare a second thought for the man whose
end now paralleled his own.

Abruptly, Harry slammed onto a steep section of roof. He
twisted around in an attempt to find something, anything, to grab onto as he
slid down. It was a miracle he hadn't dropped his wand. In an instant, Harry
bit down on his wand, both hands now free to reach and grab in a desperate
attempt to keep from sliding off the roof. His hands scraped over the rough
surface, finding nothing. He slid down very fast, though to Harry it felt like
slow motion.

Down on the ground, Severus felt his heart in his throat. He
could just barely see Harry up so high. When Harry had hexed one of the dark
wizards during his descent after being knocked from his broom, Severus was very
impressed. Harry wasn't going down without a fight. He didn't want to think
about the fact that it had taken him a few seconds to be sure of who was
actually falling. Severus was thankful for the white mask, making it easier to
identify who was who. Filius had slowed
the falling Death Eater down, allowing Minerva to stupefy him. They would
question him later before turning him over to the authorities. Albus managed to
keep the remaining Death Eater at bay, but the evil wizard was smart enough to
keep his distance, though he never strayed too far. He waited for Harry to
fall, so he could give his Lord a confirmation of Potter's death, or take one
last shot at the Boy Who Lived. He knew the professors would defiantly slow his
descent in an attempt to save him.

"If Harry falls, the three of us should be able to slow
him enough to keep him from hitting too hard," cried out McGonagall.

"No!" snapped Severus. "If you slow him down
without taking out the other Death Eater first, he'll have an easy shot at
Potter."

Severus was frozen in place as he watched Harry dropping
down the side of a very steep roof. All he could make out was a whirl of black
robes. When his legs were past the edge, Sev thought that Harry would be
falling, but was shocked to see Harry's legs swinging in the air, as he held
onto the ledge. There was a spiked metal trim all around the rooftop. It was
there to prevent large sections of snow and ice from sliding off the roof in
the wintertime. It was a very small piece of architecture Harry had never known
about, but was grateful for now.

Severus searched the recesses of his brain for an idea,
anything that he could do to help Harry. Although he'd protested, Minerva and
the others were preparing to slow Harry down. It was the only thing that gave
him a chance at surviving a fall from such a height. With an inspiration,
Severus turned to the other two professors and Albus, cursing them with a mild
stun. It was merely a weak form of Petrificus. Severus knew Albus could shake
off that spell quickly, but it would get his point across.

The last remaining Death Eater flew closer when he saw that
Severus had taken out the other defenders of the Light. "You're going to
blow your position here," the man whispered harshly, but was relieved to
have a good chance at Potter and a good report to give when he returned to his
Master. Harry was still dangling from the castle's roof ledge high above them.
His hands were bloody, making his grip hard to hold. He now saw the purpose for
the awful chin-ups Sev and Kieran made him do each week in training. The black robed
figure was back, and now sending hexes his way. He desperately tried to hold
on. Oddly enough, he thought about Severus being disappointed in him, before
thinking of his own death if he were to lose his grip. With another well-aimed
curse, Harry saw the ledge of the roof getting further away as he lost his
grip, and began falling.

Severus held his wand tight keeping his aim at Harry as he
watched him plummet. He was not even slightly distracted when Albus blasted the
remaining Death Eater from the sky.

"Severus! What are you doing?" asked the
Headmaster firmly. "We can slow him down."

"It won't be enough," Severus said just loud
enough for Albus to hear. "Not from that high." Severus trained his
wand at Harry, counting in his head. Albus watched his lips moving as he was
making calculations. "Expelliarmus!" shouted Severus with careful
timing and his entire might. As the spell hit Harry, he was thrown back ten
feet in the air, blasting him through a classroom window.

Filius and Minerva, who were both now free from the spell
cast on them by Severus, began running to the castle to help Harry. Albus
turned to Severus. "We'll talk about this in my office. This is not how we
go about handling such situations."

"He'll live," Severus said flatly.

"That is hardly the point!" grumbled Albus,
seemingly very angry, but Severus knew better. The first Death Eater Harry had
knocked off his broom was not gone. Severus had saved him from hitting the
ground at too great a speed, and left him in the nearby bushes in a full body
bind. If things went well, he would report back to Voldemort what had happened,
if not, the dark wizard would be conveniently found and taken away with the
other captured Death Eater. Severus hoped he'd done enough to keep up
appearan Onl Only time and the next meeting would tell. He couldn�t wait to see
what kind of shape Harry was in.

Albus knew all along the Death Eater was in the bushes. He
hoped Severus' position as a spy had not been compromised. They took the
stunned wizard, enervated him and questioned him thoroughly before casting
Obliviate and sending him along to the Ministry. When Severus was finally able
to leave to check on Harry, he wasn't sure where to look first. He was probably
in the Infirmary, but if he was in very bad shape, they could still be in the
classroom, stabilizing him up to be moved. Seeing as he was much closer to the
classroom, he checked there first. Lights and lots of movement were the first
indication Harry was still there, but Severus was mistaken. He opened the door
to find a group of house elves cleaning a large mess of glass and blood. From
the looks of things, a great deal of blood.

�Oh Harry,� Severus thought when he saw the mess.
From the reaction of the few closest elves, Sev realized he'd said that aloud.

"Mister Harry Potter is in the Infirmary, sir,"
said a timid creature.

Looking down, he saw the lashes of big wide eyes batting up
at him, and remembered that looked like the female he had met before.
"Effie?" asked Severus, shocking not only himself, but also the shy
elf. Her eyes grew impossibly bigger and she smiled wide.

"Yes sir, I is Effie. Dobby comes to tell us Mr. Harry
Potter he is going to be okay, if that is what you were wanting to know,"
Effie said with a bow.

Severus wasted no time getting to the Infirmary. Madam
Pomfrey had stopped any bleeding and was checking a file before continuing to
heal him further. Harry lay still on the bed, the only noise he made was his
ragged breathing, and Severus thought him to be drugged or losing
consciousness. Poppy returned with a list of names from Harry's chart that
shared his blood type. She rambled off a quick list of names of people for
Professor McGonagall to contact.

"Why not Ron?" asked Harry weakly. "What
happened to Ron?" his voice sounded desperate now. All he could think of,
was that if they weren't taking blood from Ron for him, he must have been
injured too, or worse. Severus had been shocked to hear Harry speak so clearly.
He'd been pacing and hadn't realized Harry was so coherent, though it didn't
surprise him, since Kieran had been teaching Harry what to do when severely
injured, but in a place where he could expect to be helped. Harry was to be
completely still in an almost meditative state, keeping his breathing even. It
took a lot of reserve and trust on Harry's part, to assume those around him
were going to take care of him. It was an almost impossible task for someone
like Severus, who could not assume there was anyone readily available or
willing to care for him. For that same reason, Severus had assumed Harry not to
be as conscious as he was.

"Mr. Weasley was the first we thought to contact,
Harry, be wae was not at home when we called," said Minerva, soothingly.

Harry's reply in protest was interrupted by a hiss from Severus.
Voldemort was calling.

Severus had just exited the main doors, hurrying to reach
the Apparition point, when he saw a massive figure heading toward the castle.
Hagrid was carrying a small bundle, a bundle with red hair.

"Ay, professor, I was just walking back from the pub
when I see the palomino acting strange. Seems Miss Weasley was tucked into the
back of the stable. She's breathin', but I couldna' wake 'er up."

Severus sent Hagrid inside and continued in haste to answer
the summons.
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TBC

Promise you won't have to wait long for the next part. Lee~

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