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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

Chapter 74

Lucy, not sure yet how to cope with the situation she found herself in, headed for the kitchen to clean up the sugar and broken bowl. Whatever the circumstances, gran did not like mess, and Winky might not find it before her gran did.
Severus, hoping that his decision to be nothing more than a means to an end for Lucy, would prevent the bond from forming, re entered the kitchen, shaking off the snow that had started to fall.
As he stepped in the back door, Lucy entered from the living room.

She barely had time to notice her earlier spillage was already cleaned up, the bowl repaired and standing empty on the worktop.
As much as she tried to act as though nothing was amiss, her cheeks burned when those black eyes met hers.

Severus in turn hardly gave her a glance, though he did feel uncomfortable when their eyes made contact. Forcing the discomfort away, he stuck his head inside the pantry door to see what was available for dinner that evening.
�The Headmaster gone then?� She asked softly, not knowing what else to say, but needing to say something, anything to break the awkward silence that hovered between them.
�Obviously. Had you not been so eagerly fighting your way into my trousers you would have seen him leave.� He answered dispassionately.
Lucy swung her foot, lightly scuffing the floor with her toes and staring at the red quarry tiles. �You cleaned the sugar up.�

We need some best steak.�

�Thanks for mending the bowl.�

�And some more milk.�

�Gran would have gone mad with me if she knew I�d broken it.�
�I think perhaps some bacon and sausage for tomorrows breakfast as well.�
�Severus, why are you ignoring me?�

�I am not ignoring you, your comments simply do not warrant a reply. Eggs too I think.�

When Lucy remained silent he turned to look at her. �I said eggs, why did you not speak?�

She scowled at him. �Your comments did not warrant a reply.� She snapped back, turning and leaving the kitchen.
Watching her retreat to the living room, he felt a strong wave of distress emanating from her. �Damn it all.� He muttered quietly, trying to ignore the need to go after her, to at least see if she was alright.
Lucy went upstairs to her room. She didn�t want him to see the tears sliding down her cheeks. She could feel his aloofness from the moment he walked in the back door and saw her. She didn�t understand why he was being like this, unless it was because of what they read in grans letter. Maybe he really didn�t like her. Maybe her own words were truer than she realised. Either way she still needed to try and block his emotions, but it was hard. She tried hard to will them away, but still they came, threading their way in and sticking to her psyche like cobwebs. Lucy felt the faint tendrils of displeasure and unease, mingled with regret and a frosty, detached, aloofness that tangled with the emotions, leaving her sad and chilled. The empty sadness she felt was definitely not emanating from Severus, that feeling was all her own. She tried again to obstruct the sense of cold indifference he was unconsciously sending her way, but the harder she tried, the more she felt it. Eventually she gave up, sprawled across the bed, and fell asleep.
Severus applied all of his occlumency skills, hoping to shut out the wretchedness invading him, the isolation and dejection she oozed seeping passed his walls, pushing through the tiniest of cracks like a fine mist. The tighter he built his walls, the more chinks her emotions seemed to find.
�LUCY.� He bellowed up the stairs. When she didn�t answer he shouted again. �Damn well sulk then.� Grumbling as he grabbed his cloak, then slamming the door as he left the cottage and apparated to Hogsmead to buy groceries.
Lucy woke with a start and wondered for a moment where she was. When she got her bearings, she went to the bathroom, completed her ablutions, then made her way downstairs, steeling herself to talk to Severus about what was happening. Maybe he could help her learn to block what he felt. He would be mad at her sure, it was only natural. The last thing he would want was her invoking some obscure, ancient bond. It had to be stopped before it was too late.

�Severus. Severus where are you?� After searching the small cottage from cellar to attic, she searched the garden and scanned across the hills out back. She checked the road out front, but there was no sign of him. She wasn�t sensing anything from and there was no sign of a note anywhere. �He�s left me on my own.� She said. �Shit.� Lucy also felt the initial pulses of desire starting low in her belly. Panic started to seep in. �Where was he? What if he didn�t come back? Did he know she was feeling his emotions? Was that why he left her here, on her own? Or had he been summoned again while she slept? Was he being tortured at this very moment? No. She would feel it if he was. Wouldn�t she? Did it work long distance?�
Severus finished his shopping and was about to enter the Three Broomsticks for a much needed firewhiskey, several of them in fact, when he again felt her. He dropped his walls again, strengthening them, searching for the hidden cracks that let her feelings seep through. But before he could the sense of foreboding became stronger. She was upset about something. �Most likely she was missing an earring, or found that sulking was not getting the desired results. Partway through his second drink he detected her desire. �Let her wait. I refuse to be on call whenever the mood takes her.� He thought ungraciously, finishing his drink and ordering a third. He was discovering a pleasant side effect of the whiskey he was imbibing, it helped shut out those incessant unwanted emotions that were not even his.
Lucy�s hunger for Severus began careening out of control when she couldn�t locate him. She vaguely remembered him saying something about groceries and wondered if he went to get them. If so, how long had he been gone? When would he be back? Would he come back? There was no guarantee that was why he left.

Desperation taking over, she grabbed her coat, put on some boots and left the house.

Snow fell silent and thick, no breeze to cause a flurry, it just settled in a soft thick blanket, covering everything for miles around and almost blinding in it�s whiteness. Had Lucy not been so strongly under the legacies influence, she might have appreciated it�s beauty. For now, her only objective was to search out Severus, failing that, any male she could lay her hands on.
Severus was feeling slightly giddy after his fifth whiskey and decided he better get back to the cottage. Not drunk, but undeniably more at ease with himself than he had been for the last twenty four hours, the last twenty four years now he came to think of it. Still, he was far from his usual sober, and somewhat formidable self. Managing a half wave in Rosmerta�s direction on his way out, he remembered his bag of shopping on the floor near where he sat and returned to retrieve it, then decided he may as well sit down and have one more for the road.
Lucy trudged through the snow until she reached the outskirts of Hogsmead. The last time she came here was with her gran, when they had lunch at the Three Broomsticks. It seemed like forever ago since that day. �Where are you Severus?� She whispered to no one.

The street was practically empty, some shops, such as Gladrags and Honeydukes closing early, the owners preferring to settle in front of warm fires rather than wait behind counters for none existent customers. Few were willing to brave the cold unless it was absolutely necessary.
�Eggs and sausage.� She suddenly remembered, looking now for the butchers. She needed to find him soon, even in the freezing cold her body temperature soared with her burning desire for Severus. A sign half covered with snow read; T. BONE. QUALITY MEAT & POULTRY. Lucy peered through the large window, passed the array of carcasses hanging just inside, the usual poultry, game, and a few creatures she didn�t recognise. Apart from a witch with two young children, and the butcher himself, the shop was devoid of customers. �What else did he say? Come on Lucy, think.� Milk? Did he say milk?� Again she looked round, hardly able to see from one side of the street to the other.

A man brushed against her, in a hurry to get home. �Sorry.� he said, barely pausing in his haste.

All Lucy noticed was his scent. The strong tang of male assaulting her senses. When she turned, eyes heated with passion, he was gone.

She followed his footprints in the snow for a few yards, but the snow fell so heavily now they simply faded away.

Retracing her path she passed the butchers, looking for a grocery store, anywhere that might sell milk.
Severus again felt her desire, stronger now, more urgent. �Too bad little one, I doubt even you could breathe life into my poor, inebriated member now.� He thought, rising again and walking from the pub with a sanctimonious smirk on his face.

Just as he stepped outside he felt another surge, a sense of� focussed intent? No.� He mumbled to himself. �She is alone at the cottage. Alone, and only I can assuage her desires. Me. Severus Snape.� he puffed his chest out proudly, then slumped and huddled tighter into his cloak. �Yeah. Severus Snape, fearless Death Eater, spy extraordinaire, Professor of potions, and on call stud for a fucking student who wants nothing more from me than my dick, a very sexy, attractive student mind, while I�ve been sucked into some stupid bloody legacy bonding crap, when I should be getting sucked into that hot little mouth that got me into this damned mess in the first place.�

It was lucky for Severus that no one was around. He was literally snarling his grievances to the empty street.
Having had no luck with shops or finding Severus, Lucy crossed the road and headed for one of the last few places that shone some light from it�s windows. The Three Broomsticks was open for business no matter what the weather. Folk would always find a way to reach the pub, rain, hail or shine. At least she thought is was the Three Broomsticks. The snow covered everything so thickly that even the signs above the doors and windows were obliterated.
The scent of male, mixed with� goat(?) reeked through the doorway as she entered. Nope, definitely not the Broomsticks. But it was an inn, it was warm, though Lucy wasn�t sure that was a good thing in here as the heat only served to intensify the stink of animals, and there were men in here. At least she assumed they were men, it was hard to tell when they sat in shadow, hoods pulled over their heads, or kept their faces lowered or to the wall.
TBC
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