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Other Worlds	By : OrdinaryMortal Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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'Severus, darling! Congratulations.' Narcissa Malfoy kissed the air next to both sides of Severus' face, and he bowed, lifted her outstretched hand and brought it to his lips.
'Lady Narcissa, your kindness has been the joy of my life', Severus replied smoothly. Well, four years in Italy had to have had other benefits than the crisp new scroll proclaiming him to be a Potions Master of the First Rank; the highest possible qualification, outranking the retiring Slughorn by three clear levels. The party tonight, theoretically honouring both the soon to be Emeritus Professor and the most acclaimed new Potion Master Magical Britain had seen in nearly 60 years, was in reality cementing Severus in the eyes of the Ministry and media as the only clear choice for the profession.
Narcissa had outdone herself with the guest list, of course. Fully two thirds of the Board of Governors was in attendance, as well as most of the Slug Club of the last thirty years. Madam Hooch, the former Scotland Quidditch Captain and newest staff member at Hogwarts as their fêted Quidditch coach, represented the school along with the elderly Professor Binns; the Head and Deputy Head being sadly unavailable. Reporters from The Wizarding Times, Daily Prophet, Evening Staff and Witch Weekly circulated, along with specially selected photographers, and the Minister of Magic, Benedict McKinnon and his wife Merrilee had made a grand, and typically eccentric entrance half an hour earlier.
Narcissa swept him over to Lucius, who was deep in conversation with the Minister, while the urbane Evan Rosier flirted with his wife.
'Minister, Madam McKinnon, Lucius, I hate to interrupt, but allow me to present the Master of the moment, our good friend Severus Snape.'
Severus exchanged the neat bows currently in vogue, and enjoyed several minutes of light conversation about Florence before Narcissa skilfully whisked the Minister's wife back into the social whirl with a light 'Merrilee, darling, you simply must come and speak with Rolanda Hooch, you will simply adore her.'
The Minister took the opportunity to snag two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, and offered one to Severus. 'Dr Snape, I cannot stand to see you not avail yourself of Lucius' fine cellar.' Not noticing the slight tic in Lucius jaw, he continued 'So, what are your next intentions, eh? Research? Potion Master to the Malfoys? I am sure any institution would be happy to attract a man of your calibre; be happy to put a word in edgeways for you, what?
Smoothly Lucius intervened. 'Minister, much as I would be honoured to support Severus' research, he quite insists on repaying the Wizarding community with educating the next generation of Potion Masters, despite my enticements to the contrary'.
The Minister beamed. 'Doctor Snape, I cannot tell you how pleased I am to hear it. We lose too many experts to the rarified heights of research, and yet look at Slughorn there. Marvellous chap, but has been carrying the weight of educating our students by himself, and you can see he's exhausted. You know, you should apply at Hogwarts. Or is it Oxford you're thinking of? Now Hogwarts, there would be the ticket. Get them when they've young, get them keen about the bubbling cauldron and reel them in for life, that's what I say, what? No, no, say no more. I'll Floo Dumbledore tomorrow, we'll get an interview up and running, you'll bring credit to us all.'
Stunned at the ease, Severus could only bow as the Minister was guided to the next dignitary, and Severus came face to face with Sirius, who was clearly the Minister's escort. Both bowed coldly, but politely to each other, and Severus made a faint grimace of distaste as he turned away. Rosier stepped up towards him, walking away with him towards the ballroom's french windows with a laugh in his voice.
'Still bitter after all this time, Severus? Our Lord won't like that, you know.'
Keeping the polite mask in place, Severus turned to face him. 'What on earth are you talking about?'
'Lucius hasn't told you yet? He broke with Potter's lot while you were away. Left the old fool's gang of fools, took a reassignment to the Department of Mysteries rather than work with Potter anymore.'
'Does anyone know why? I mean, it's a bit odd, don't you think?'
'The word is he used 'Imperio' on a witness, and Potter caught him and turned him in. Obviously he's not a Black for nothing; Priori Incanto came up clean on his wand, but Potter was adamant the witness showed the signs and there was enough doubt that the case collapsed without him. They duelled right there outside the courtroom and had to be stunned and separated before they could even be taken to St Mungo's. He was in there for two weeks.'
'Merlin, what did that moron Potter do to him to keep him in that long?'
'Shattered his right leg, and cast a babbling charm with Vi Veritatis. They fused, somehow, and he couldn't stop pouring his heart out to anyone who asked him anything.'
'Fuck, that's beautiful. Do they know which babbling charm? Because that could be useful, don't you think?'
Rosier laughed. 'We're on it already. Haven't found it yet, but we'll get there. Anyway, Narcissa and Lucius had a stroke of genius, and got her in to see him. Family heartbroken, mending fences and all that. You'll have to have a drink with Lucius some time, as apparently the whole thing was hysterical, but after asking any amount of embarrassing questions -and let's just say, there won't be any little Sirius' running around without some seriously strong Amortentia - they got into the good stuff.'
Severus raised an eyebrow. 'Good stuff? From that wastrel?'
Rosier drew Severus closer to the doors as a laughing couple danced past, and they slipped onto the deserted balcony. 'Oh, very good stuff. Not so much for Potter's lot, but simply lovely for us. He wasn't aiming the wolf at you at all, for instance; he just knew that Potter would get cold feet, come rescue you, and the plan was that in all the shouting Potter would get bitten. He's a bloody big dog, y'see, an unregistered animagus, and he used to stay with the wolf, get him all riled up, try and take Potter out! Hey Presto, King of Gryffindor and likely made Potter Heir in his place due to his being the poor disowned best friend. And with the Potter seat come, and this is beautiful, four Wizengamot seats. To go with the six Black seats.'
'But he was disowned, so why did he count the Black seats? And the stupid mutt couldn't have seen that I wouldn't have been attacked anyway. This makes no sense, Rosier.'
'Ah, Severus, Severus. It does, once you know that he'd never been disowned at all. '
Severus couldn't help the way his jaw dropped at that. Rosier smirked at his expression. 'Had everyone fooled, the Potters, Dumbledore, the works. Everyone bar the Goblins, probably, and they'll never tell, of course. They'd cooked it up between them, him and Old Black, and kept it from Regulus and the Hag, but Gringotts recognise him as the heir alright.'
'Merlin's balls, that's some long con. So why is he not Lord Potter?'
'Because Charlus died before he could get another chance, and now the brat's been born he'd have to kill off all three, which is a tad more tricky and a sight more obvious. He's got his seats now he's of age, and I imagine actually having the Black vaults rather than waiting for the Black vaults has changed his perspective enough. Maybe he'll marry the extra seats, if he's that interested in a swing vote position.'
'Bloody hell. I mean, the man's still a turd. He still could have killed me'.
'You are going to have to let it lie, Snape. Look at it as a compliment. He obviously thought you could handle yourself against the wolf, after all. Anyway, so Bella went to visit next, and she said you could smell the Dark magic he'd been using. Got him ranting about the Mudblood slut and the half blood brat, three days later the curse wears off and he's out of hospital, throwing the Order out of Grimmauld Place and asking Rastaban and Regulus to re-ward the place against Light magic.'
'Well, I imagine that explains why he's with the Minister here. Can't see Lucius allowing many Aurors over the threshold', Severus mused. 'But you say he's moved to Mysteries now?'
'They've loaned him back for tonight. But our boy's an Unspeakable in good standing, something to do with Dark Artifacts, according to Rookwood.'
'Our boy?' Severus enquired, the eyebrow rising again.
Rosier laughed out loud. 'So new, the robes still chafe on his arm. Bella sponsored, Lucius seconded, all done and dusted with, get this, a rogue werewolf. Not Lupin, sadly, as apparently he's hoping to bring him over, but a nice touch of Our Lord's, don't you think?'
Severus chuckled. 'Evan, if this was the highlights version, I can't wait to get drunk with Lucius later. This is truly a momentous night, my friend.'
Rosier clapped him on the back. 'Don't get him too drunk till after the raid. We all need to be nice and visible while Dolohov's team thins the Order out'.
He moved out into the ballroom while Severus headed to the nearest washroom. He needed to charm a message on his protean charm to Lily to warn of the raid, then be visibly enjoying his party. He'd even be publicly polite to Sirius if need be. Well, maybe not just yet. A smirk, maybe. That cover, with just the right amount of avarice and embarrassment, was a work of sheer genius. He must remember to congratulate Mycroft tomorrow.
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