Areas of Expertise | By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42274 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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-- As I said earlier, I'm updating each chapter as I finish it, so don't expect them to be as polished as 'TMDOAOT'. This is a new approach for me, let me know what you think.
-- More plotting in this one. I'm planning on there being some lemony goodness in the next chapter though, which I'll write quicker if I think people are enjoying the story. *cough* review *cough* SP
Chapter Six - Plans
"In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." Martin Luther King Jr
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Ron sat in a comfortable chair in the Gryffindor common room. Sitting on the floor beside him, legs crossed and supporting a thick volume, was Hermione. She was flicking through the pages rapidly, eyes focused on the minute print.
"So, tell me again," she urged, not looking up.
Ron sighed and related, yet again, what had happened that morning. Whilst Hermione muttered to herself and checked the index, Ron fought down the bitterness he felt that Harry had slept with someone and not even told his supposed best friend about it. He couldn't understand why Dumbledore would insist that Harry had to have sex, but maybe Hermione could. He looked down with affection at her bushy brown hair, admiring the bits of legs that he could see that weren't blocked by 'A Thousand Obscure Illnesses'.
The girl scratched absently at her neck before settling to her reading once more. Nothing Ron had said made sense - Harry had had sex because Dumbledore had said so. Whom had Harry slept with? Why did he now suddenly throw up and collapse? Had Dumbledore made a terrible mistake? Had whatever he had had planned been hijacked in some way? Was Harry now in terrible danger? Hermione pressed a hand to her throbbing forehead. She hated worrying about her friend.
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Severus glowered at Dumbledore as he paced tensely in the older man's office. "What's wrong with him Albus?" Severus snarled, pausing briefly before striding around the small area again.
"You're making me quite dizzy," Albus complained and reached for the decanter that sat on his desk and poured himself a glass. "Grape juice?" he offered politely.
Snape snorted in irritation. "He's exhibiting all the signs of pregnancy, but he can't be pregnant. So what's going on?"
"Pregnant?" Albus murmured, eyes opening wide. "Surely not! All the signs you say?"
Severus considered. "Maybe not the lust." He admitted, stilling himself for a few moments. He thought back carefully over the past forty eight hours. Had Potter drunk anything unexpected? It was difficult for Snape to know, for although he noticed the boy subconsciously, he didn't check up on him. "Did anyone have a chance to learn of your plans? Could they have been sabotaged?"
Albus shook his head. "No, Severus. I discussed the original premise with Harry in this room, and each time I have spoken with you has been in this room."
Snape looked about the space, as if expecting to see some figure crouched behind a spindly legged table. Of course there was no one there. He glanced about the room, eyes sliding across the canvasses without really looking at them. Abruptly one caught his eye: Phinneas Nigellus was pointing out of his picture subtly, as if he didn't want anyone else to notice. Snape nodded to show that he had seen the gesture and turned around. He looked at the old man sitting placidly behind his desk and continued on to the big cupboard that stood, door slightly open at Dumbledore's back.
"What's in the cupboard?" The Slytherin asked.
Dumbledore swivelled round on his chair and pulled the door all the way open. A hitherto hidden passage could be seen, dimly lit with wall sconces, it sloped slowly downwards and doors led off it along its length.
"My secret passage." Dumbledore said, like a child at the idea of tunnels and spies. "It takes me to every part of Hogwarts."
Severus groaned in despair. "And so, someone from any part of Hogwarts can get to this point and listen?"
Albus' mouth dropped open. "Ah." He commented, eyes less twinkly than usual.
The Potions master prowled angrily around the room once more. "There are a limited number of students who have the ability to produce an accurate Gero Potion." He commented, forcing his brain to focus on what it did best - analyse. "The Granger female, obviously, Malfoy, any of the sixth or seventh year Ravenclaws, plus Proctor in year four. That's all I can think of, except for outside interference." He groaned. "Anyone could have given that dratted potion to Potter!"
Dumbledore said, "We're still not sure he IS pregnant."
Snape glowered. "Really, Albus, you know better than that. He hasn't been hexed or cursed, Poppy would have picked that up immediately. He's drunk nothing unusual, so he says, but he must have done, as otherwise his symptoms make no sense."
Albus was silent. There was much he could have said, but he chose to hold his tongue; it was better that Severus realised something rather crucial on his own.
Unable to sustain his analysis any longer he sank wearily into a chair. "Pregnant, Albus. Pregnant. He's just a boy. Who would do such a thing to him? And why?" His mind whirling he began slowly, "Perhaps he isn't the sole target of the attack. Perhaps his pregnancy is just a means of ensuring our side's distraction in the coming months. Whilst we search for ways to help him, the Dark Lord and his followers can be gathering supporters."
Albus nodded, but made no comment. Severus had to reach the conclusion on his own. Then he could speak.
"No one must know he is pregnant," Snape went on, "not the Order, not his friends. Poppy and I can take care of him, ensure he is comfortable and not hurt in any way. If we two are the only ones caring for him, then the Order can continue to focus on the Dark Lord and hinder his plans."
Albus nodded again, eyes fixed on the younger man. Snape's long clever fingers tapped on the armrest. "He'll have to be moved from the dormitory. He needs to be somewhere safe, quiet, and preferably near either myself, you, or Poppy." He considered the problem before rolling his eyes in disgust. "He'll have to have one of the spare dungeon rooms, won't he?"
Albus again nodded. "I do believe that would be best," he offered, finally speaking, "for a number of reasons."
Snape dropped his head into his hands, looking suddenly utterly weary. "Pregnant, Albus. What do I do with a pregnant boy?"
Albus stood up. He moved towards the other. He stopped and said, "No, Severus, what do you do with the father of your child?"
Snape looked up, shocked. Somehow, in all the discussions and worry about the boy, the fact of his own massive change had been forgotten. He was to be a father. He and the Potter brat were having a child. His hands shook as he tried to digest this news.
Still standing over him, Albus was silent.
-- When I started this, I wasn't sure where it was going to end. I now do and have been busily finding appropriate quotations for the starts of the next five chapters. The quotations are there for a reason, people! SP
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