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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Dinner was a formal affair, which Severus had expected, having been to far too many similar affairs during the Dark Lord's reign. He came downstairs showered and clean, though he suspected that only a real washing would make his robes feel clean as well. Draco, Narcissus, and Lucius were already seated. He sat down, trying not to feel their eyes on him, but it wasn't really working. To make matters worse, he was still half hard, remembering the incident in the bathroom. A house elf appeared at his elbow, placing a bowl of soup in front of him.
Severus tried to sip his soup quietly, his skin almost prickling with the silence of the room. He glanced over at Draco, who was barely touching his food. The silence was killing him; even his chambers at Hogwarts hadn't felt this oppressive. "Don't you ever go out with your friends?" He recalled at Hogwarts, Draco had had quite a slew of them.
Draco flushed, looking down, and didn't answer. Severus looked to Lucius, wondering what on earth he was missing. Lucius looked grim as well. "The Crabbes--both father and son--were killed in fighting. There were actually quite a number of deaths--and of those who survived, a fair number are currently either in Azkaban, or awaiting trial." He waved at the house elf. "Bring the paper, Bibsy--you know the one."
An instant later, the house elf popped up at Snape's elbow again, this time with a copy of the Daily Prophet, dated from May 2nd. Cautiously Snape took the paper from Bibsy, not sure he wanted to read the names and finally know who all had died. "So . . . the three of you . . ." The thought of the Malfoys not being social was a strange one. Even during the Dark Lord's rein, even serving as his slave, Lucius had still at least attempted to keep up a public face.
"We don't get out much at the moment," Narcissa said in a soft tone, taking a sip of wine. The soup bowls were cleared and replaced by plates of prime rid and russet potatoes. She daintily took a bite of her meat. "At least we're here and not . . . somewhere else."
She fell silent, returning to her meal as Snape reluctantly began reading. Some names he was happy to see, including Bellatrix--what an obnoxious screeching whore. But there were other names, names of students, and regardless of which side they fought for, it was disheartening to see lives so young lost in the conflict. Snape set aside the paper with disgust, feeling cold and hollow in the pit of his stomach. "Yes." It could have been worse, he reminded himself. It always could have been worse.
The rest of the meal they were all quiet, with only a bland question or two from Lucius inquiring about the latest news from the trials. Snape ate quickly and left as soon as he was able, not caring about appearances or propriety. Perhaps he would take his meals from his room from now on.
As he passed by the bath chamber, Severus felt his groin tighten, remembering what had occurred there earlier. He grumbled under his breath, quickly retreating to his room. Blast Lucius. Where before there had only been a dull ache, a muted hunger, now there were raging fires and starvation. His body wanted, craved more, and it was maddening to know that the only outlet available at the moment was Lucius. But Lucius knew him too well. Severus knew that he had it within him to be the cruel master that Lucius was seeking.
"Bloody inconvenient," Severus muttered, pacing his room. Blue eyes, Merlin help him, but he could imagine them, staring up at him pleadingly from a young face marked by a lightening scar . . . Severus rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel the image. It had been too long. Too long since his body had known pleasure. The beast was not going to return to sleep, not now.
Severus snarled, sitting down on the bed, his mind working furiously. Perhaps it was a misguided sense of concern he was feeling, he told himself. This was a lie, of course, but at least it might distract him from the problem at hand. If he could focus on his concerns rather than his desires, then at least perhaps he could resist temptation for the night.
Harry Potter was alone at the Black residence, and this did concern him. It was too risky to actually go there, at least not without knowing what kinds of spells Harry might have monitoring the place, or knowing if he was there or not. For all Severus knew, Harry might be spending most of his time at the Burrow.
While Harry had been on the run, Severus had had a little item tucked in Hermione's purse, quietly keeping track of them. It was how he had sent the sword of Gryffindor to him, although the stupid sword had decided that heroics were needed to earn its help and planted itself in that icy pond. Bloody nervewracking, that had been, watching and helpless to do anything.
Now that spy item was no more destroyed or lost in the final battle most likely. Severus could fashion another, however, and plant it, so that he would know everything that took place in that house. Something that Harry wouldn't lose. And now that Severus was at the Manor, he had a perfect opportunity to plant such a device.
What was that house elf's name again? "Bibsy!" Severus called out, and instantly she was there, her thin hands wringing at the little house apron she wore, her big eyes wide and surprised as if he'd caught her with a biscuit. Perhaps he had.
"Yes, Master's guest?" Her voice was high pitched, squeaky. Severus winced, shushing her. He didn't need Lucius finding out about this.
"I need you to perform a task, and unless your master inquires specifically about it, you are not to disclose any of this to him. Do you understand?" Severus had learned that it was wise to know how much help house elves could provide, and unwise to underestimate them. Dobby had certainly been a factor in that.
Bibsy nodded, swallowing. Severus wasn't sure if she was frightened of repercussions if Lucius found out, or if she found Severus's interest in her astonishing. He continued. "I want you to go to the old Black residence--Kreacher's place, where Harry Potter now resides." He saw the flash in her eyes and smiled a little. House elves everywhere loved Harry, and it would be to his advantage now.
Severus leaned forward. "First, you must be sure that he is not around, or does not see you. Also, try to avoid Kreacher--if he sees you, tell him that you are on a mission from Snape. He'll understand." Severus tried to talk slowly, knowing this would be a lot for the diminutive creature to take in and understand. "If you are able, I want you to bring me something. It's a picture that Harry will have in his bedroom, possibly on his dresser. Any picture will do. Report to me what you find, Bibsy, all right?" It nearly stuck in his throat, the feigned sweetness to his voice. But Severus knew he needed Bibsy's obedience, even her devotion. "One last thing. If Potter sees you, you are to say nothing of me. Do you understand?" That last was most important.
"Yessir, Master Snape. I understand." Bibsy nodded her head emphatically, her hands still wringing her apron. Severus hoped that was a good sign. He told her to depart, and tried to force himself to sit still, waiting for her return.
Thankfully, it was only about five minutes or so, and then she was there, panting a little, beaming and looking extremely proud of herself, which Severus took to be a good sign. Even better, in her hands she was clutching a picture frame held close to her chest.
Severus's eyes lit up at the sight of the worn wooden frame. Carefully, he took the picture from Bibsy, swallowing as he watched her image smile and tilt her head, cuddling up against him, James Potter, Harry's father. Lily looked just as he'd remembered her. Severus took a deep, painful breath. It was a fitting item to enchant.
"Excellent job, Bibsy," Severus said quietly. If he could win Bibsy's devotion now, it could be a strategic advantage later, whether against Lucius, or any other potential threat. "You may go." Once she had vanished, Severus opened his potions components trunk, waving his want to bring forth the necessary components for the spell.
Enchanting items was something of a cross between general spellcasting and potions, and like potions, Severus was something of an artist at it. When he was done, the only indication of any sort of magic was a slight glimmer to the glass of the picture frame, making it more reflective than ever. Perfect as a scrying surface. He called back Bibsy. "One last thing, Bibsy. Please put this back. We wouldn't want Mr. Potter to be missing his things, would we?" He handed her the picture, gratified to see the devotion in her eyes as she nodded again, curtsying clumsily. With a bang and a pop she was gone again.
He hadn't told her to return after, so Severus went ahead and prepared for bed, his new focus a welcome distraction. When he felt confident that he'd given Bibsy enough time to complete her task, he brought out his mirror, setting it by the bed. Whispering the word, "Ostendo!", Severus tapped the mirror with the tip of his wand. Bright light flared from the glass, and Severus smiled, leaning over. Through the mirror, he could see a bedroom--the one that Harry had shared with Ron during his prior stay at the Black residence, Severus recalled. It was empty.
So Harry wasn't home, apparently, which meant that Severus was probably right; he was probably spending time at the Burrow. Now, however, he would know when Harry returned. If the picture was there, then that meant the rest of Harry's things were also likely there. At some point. Harry would return to his house.
What then, Severus wondered? Would he simply watch over the young man, as he had for so many years?
For the first time in his life, Severus had a feeling that he wasn't going to simply be able to watch any more.
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