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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Tasks	By : QueenB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry trudged along the path. The greenery of the forest soon gave way to a desert road. He stopped in puzzlement. How could he have walked all the way through the forest unscathed only to find himself in a desert that had no place in Scotland? He glanced around and saw the forest in the far distance, much farther than he remembered walking, only now with a hazy insubstantial look to it like a mirage.
He shook his head and proceeded down the road. It was magic, naturally. His path took him to a desert, Hermione’s journey to a distant country and Ron’s down to a lake. There was no explanation for it save that enchantment was behind it and that was that.
The sun beat fiercely overhead and Harry soon began to sweat profusely under his robes. He cast a Cooling Charm and that helped – a little.
It got cooler as the sun angled down and darkness began to fall. This journey was taking longer than he expected and he was debating flying over the road to save time, in spite of the goblin’s advice against it.
All at once, he felt a strong compulsion to turn back, convinced he had something urgent he needed to do, dropped something on the road or needed to meet with his friends. But, when he turned back, the need to withdraw vanished. Puzzled, he tried returning to his journey, only to be stricken with the same powerful desire to retreat.
He forced himself forward in spite of the growing worry that he needed to return to the forest. Then he staggered as he came up to a solid barrier. He frowned and pressed his hand against it, then his entire weight. He couldn’t move forward so much as an inch.
Harry knew what this was now. It was a wizarding ward. It prevented people from entering and/or leaving against a wizard’s wish as well as gave an unsuspecting Muggle the idea that they had an urgent chore that had to be taken care of elsewhere. Clutching his wand, he muttered the revealing spell.
The wards sizzled into view before him. Through the faint yellow glow, he vaguely glimpsed a building beyond them. So, the sorcerer concealed himself behind an Unplottable. That cheered Harry slightly. If the man were so powerful, he wouldn’t feel the need to hide. Then again, he may have simply wished to avoid being pestered. Harry tried not to consider that option.
In his Charms class, Harry had learned that wards depended on the strength of the caster. Breaking through one would require a great deal of concentration and strength and alert any competent witch or wizard to the forced entry. The best thing to do was to worry at a small part of it until it unraveled, like picking at the loose thread of a sweater, leaving a hole big enough to allow entry.
Harry was small; he wouldn’t need much of a space to squeeze through the mystical barricade. Concentrating, he probed at the spell until he found a weak spot and began the unraveling. It wasn’t easy. Yet, with patience, his magic pushed and worried at the veil, widening the hole with every passing second.
Finally, there was a space just large enough for him to enter. Harry pushed past the barrier, cringing as a tingle run over his body. It was a nasty feeling; in fact, it was like a combination of thorns and the jagged teeth of a vicious beast scraping at his flesh and he shivered at the sensation. He wondered what kind of sorcerer created such a barrier. He decided not to dwell on it; he’d be meeting the man soon enough.
The house was clearer now that the wards weren’t obscuring it. It was a two-story, rambling dwelling with a red roof. It was a comfortable-looking place, surrounded by gardens, low-lying buildings and trees heavy with summer fruit.
It was surprisingly unthreatening. The whole atmosphere was one of warmth, comfort and welcome. The house and grounds wouldn’t have looked out of place at Godric’s Hollow. Hardly what you’d expect of a deadly sorcerer.
He moved cautiously, keeping an eye out for the sorcerer. He didn’t see anything as he crossed the lawn. Could it be that his entry had gone unnoticed?
Suddenly, he tripped over a small mound. “Oohmph!”
Harry froze. That hadn’t come from him. But there was no one near. Who could have said that? Really, these voices coming from out of nowhere were unnerving.
He looked down and saw what looked like a smooth gauze green sheet under his body. It was almost the same green of the lawn; no wonder he had missed it. His eyes narrowed and he tugged at the covering.
What he saw first was a pair of feet. They were small and elegant, with a delicate arch to them, a pair of dark green boots lying neatly by their side. Shapely legs, creamy white in color like a beech tree, were revealed next. Then the thighs appeared, wrapped in a modest robe of palest green, in shimmering satin. The torso was next and Harry frowned in puzzlement.
This girl – and he was certain that he’d found the missing princess – was strangely flat chested. Was she young or merely poorly endowed? Not that he cared, either way, but…
“Do you mind?” came a petulant voice.
He started and gazed upwards. The lady had lifted the gauze covering her head to peer at him. Harry beheld the most breathtaking silver eyes he’d ever seen, fringed by pale-blond lashes. They were blinking sleepily at him but that didn’t detract from their beauty. The lips were full and plump, now pulled into a pout, and silvery-blond hair spilled from her head and over her throat like a waterfall. Her face was exquisite (even if the nose was a little sharp), the features flatteringly arranged in a long oval. The whole was graced with the same fair skin as her legs and arms.
“I-I’m sorry.” Harry swallowed. This much beauty was overwhelming. No wonder girls got all giggly and strange around Ron. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you might be…hurt.”
“Well, I wasn’t. I was resting here to get away from him.” She followed the last word with a yawn. Even that came off as charming rather than rude.
Oh, she was avoiding the sorcerer. Odd that she was lying here in the open. “So you thought he wouldn’t see you all wrapped up in this?”
She twitched the covering out of his hand. “No. I was taking a nap. I was wrapped up in gauze to avoid the sun. My skin burns and chafes easily in the heat.”
“Draco! Draco, where are you? Get your lazy carcass back to the house!” The bellow came from the direction of the house and the princess shuddered.
“Oh, wonderful. Probably has some hateful chore for me to do,” she muttered.
Draco? That was a queer name for a girl. “That’s your name? Draco? I never heard a princess called that,” Harry ventured.
The blond glared daggers at him. “That’s because I’m not a princess, you idiot! Can’t you tell that I’m a boy?!” she hissed.
“A boy? But the goblin…” Oh right. The goblin had said it had a hard time with human sexes. It probably mistook Draco for a girl and no wonder, pretty as she…uh, he…was.
Draco peered at him suspiciously. “What’s this about a goblin?”
“Draco! I’m not calling you again, boy!” The bellow had acquired a menacing edge.
Harry wrapped his arm around the cowering lad. “It’s all right. I’ll protect you.”
Draco stared. “You’ll protect me? What are you, my knight in shining armor?”
“Something like that,” Harry said, with a sheepish grin. “You see, I’m, ah, here to rescue you. It’s my…task.” He fell silent before Draco’s disbelieving stare. Guess he was less than convincing as a savior.
“You’re going to get me out of here?”
Harry straightened his shoulders. “Yes, I am.”
“That’s…fine. Wonderful, even,” Draco said flatly. It was clear he had his doubts about Harry’s abilities. “I’m Draco Malfoy, by the way.” He held out a dainty hand.
Harry shook it uncertainly. “Harry Potter.”
The prince’s expression seemed to shift as Harry looked at him. Doubt, surprise, dawning wonder and a strange craftiness flew over his face. “You’re a Potter? Related to James Potter?”
“Yeah, he’s my dad. Do you know him?”
“Know him? He’s from one of the oldest and most powerful wizarding families in the world! No wonder you got through the barrier.” The calculation deepened, giving Draco’s face a shrewdness Harry wasn’t sure he liked. Draco shifted closer to him, pressing his thighs against him. “I’ve long wanted to meet…”
Suddenly the door to the house flew open with a bang, startling them both. Standing in the doorway was the sorcerer. It could be no one else.
He was a tall man, taller than any human Harry had ever seen. In spite of the heat, he was clad in long, heavy robes of black and silver, the sleeves like bat wings trailing the ground. He was thin with sallow skin. A hooked nose dominated his face and his eyes were as black as a thundercloud. His lips were as thin as a scythe and looked as dangerous. Lank hair of the same midnight color as his eyes fell in a thick greasy cloud down to his shoulders.
He glared at Harry and whipped out his wand. “Who are you? How did you get past my wards?” he snarled.
Merlin, he was fast! Harry hadn’t had a chance to get to his wand after he’d tucked it away. Deciding it wasn’t a good idea to antagonize this man until he knew the limits of the other’s power, Harry lifted his chin and spoke as calmly as he could. “I’m here to work for you. I understand you have tasks that need doing.”
The black eyes narrowed. “Yes, I do. And you must be telling the truth. Had you come for some nefarious purpose, the wards would never have admitted you.” Now what he wasn’t shouting, his voice had acquired a smooth, dark timbre, low and hypnotic. Harry had never heard anything so…seductive.
While he tried to throw off its bewildering effects, the sorcerer’s gaze flicked over to Draco. “Well? Why are you laying there, you lazy boy? Get into the house at once.”
Draco let out a huff of anger. He picked up his boots and slouched over to the looming figure. The sorcerer reached out and grabbed at Draco’s arm as soon as he was within reach and practically hurled him into the house.
Harry resisted the urge to curse the man. It wouldn’t be a good idea, not with the helpless prince standing so close. The sorcerer turned back to him. “Come closer, boy.”
“I’m not a boy,” he said, annoyed. “By the end of July, I’ll be 17.”
“Seventeen? A…splendid age.” The sorcerer’s voice sounded weird when he said that. But when Harry stepped closer, his eyes widened. “You.”
“What? What is it?”
“You look like…are you related to James Potter?”
Did everybody know his dad? It made sense in Hogwarts, where all the wizarding families pretty much knew each other. But all the way out here? “Does it matter?”
“Answer the question. I wish to know who will be working for me,” the magic wielder ground out.
“Well, yes, I am. I’m his son, Harry Potter.”
The sorcerer’s face went whiter and contorted with something like rage. Harry was about to reach or his wand when the man’s expression smoothed to an eerie blandness.
“So. It seems the son of James Potter will be spending his days working for me. How…delicious.” A cruel smile curled his thin lips. Harry found it even less agreeable than Draco’s sly look.
The sorcerer stepped aside and waved his hand inside with a mocking flourish. “Enter, young Potter.”
Harry stepped forward, nervous as hell but determined not to show it. As he stepped over the threshold he asked, “By the way, what’s your name?”
As the door fell shut behind them, the tall man intoned, “I am Severus Snape. But you may call me ‘sir’.”

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