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Going On	By : Relevant_Peach Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6814 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry was washing dishes one morning when an almighty clatter occurred outside. Startled, he dropped the pan he was scrubbing, causing water to splash all over his front and down the cabinets, into his slippers. Ignoring the mess for a moment, he went outside to investigate.

Severus, who had also been roused by the noise, came into the kitchen to investigate to find Harry racing through the kitchen. He seized a towel from the hook and disappeared back out the door. Bemused, Severus could hear him muttering “Stop it, you arse, I’m trying to help you. Ow! Fuck, that hurt” Presently, he reappeared through the door. His towel appeared to have become animated while he was outside. It was thrashing, and it was emitting an ungodly screeching noise. Harry was struggling to control the errant towel, and when a talon emerged from the towel and clamped onto his arm, Harry’s screeches joined the towel’s. “A little help?” he asked, breathlessly.

Severus calmly pointed his wand at the towel, and cast an immboulus. The towel immediately went limp, and Harry sank to the floor with it. Gently unwrapping it, Harry stroked the tawny feathers of a little pigmy owl. “Oh, poor thing. It’s been attacked” The owl, now unable to move was calming, or at least too weak to protest. Its breath was coming fast and Severus could see blood welling up amongst its feathers.

“Let me” he said, stepping closer and examining the owl. Its wing was shattered, and a quick spell told him everything that he needed to know. “There’s no mending this wing” he said. He rose and went to the sink to wash the blood from his hands.

“Aww” Harry cooed, untying the scroll from its leg and examining it. “Oh, it’s one of Draco’s. Can you help me get it back to him? Send me through the floo or something? I don’t know if it would like a ride in my van”

“Harry, you don’t understand. Its wing can’t be fixed. It won’t fly again”

“Yes, so?”

“Well, we need to put it out of its misery. Draco would do the same”

“Wait, you want to kill it?” Harry was holding the bird tighter now, his face furious.

“What would you have me do, sing it a lullaby first?”

“Severus, we have to save it!”

“Stand aside”

“I won’t” Harry’s face looked reminiscent of the furious, defiant boy who’d looked up at him from the floor after the disastrous Occlumency lessons. It incensed Severus. He harshly pulled the bird out of his arms, and levelled his wand. “Simplice Morto” he intoned, and a rose coloured light emitted from his wand.

With a furious cry, Harry twisted his body, shielding the owl and landing directly in the path of the spell. “Harry!” Severus shouted. The bird squawked at being tackled by a full grown man, and Harry slumped overtop of it.

“Merlin, you foolish boy” Severus muttered. The spell, ‘a simple death’ was a painless form of euthanasia. He’d just killed Harry Potter.

Teddy came running around the corner. “What’s going on?” he asked. Severus was going to have to tell this boy that he were an orphan again. He placed a palm on his face, feeling sick at what he’d done.

“Severus just tried to kill this bird!” Harry sputtered indignantly, rising and picking up the bird, shooting a venomous look at his would-be murdered.

“What” said Severus “the fuck” before he slumped to the ground in a dead faint.

He awoke to find a cool cloth on his forehead and Harry watching him with an odd expression on his face. “I’m glad you’re okay, but don’t think for a second that I’m not absolutely furious with you. What was that spell?”

“It was a euthanasia spell” Severus said weakly. “Are you truly immortal?”

“What? You cast a killing spell in my kitchen without warning me?”

“I didn’t want to discuss this sodding bird endlessly with you. I never dreamed that you’d leap in its path. What on earth were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that you had a bad look in your eyes, and I was worried about what you were doing” Harry said crossly. “And it’s a good thing you fucked up that spell!”

“Language” Severus tutted prissily.

“Fuck my language! This bird is under my protection!” Harry roared. “Don’t touch a feather on its body. I should beat the feathers out of you!”

“Also, I didn’t fuck up the spell” Severus said, looking at his wand. “That’s curious”

“You’re missing the point! How dare you try to kill this bird!”

“It’s barely alive, and it won’t fly again. I was trying to put it out of its misery!” Severus had finally reached the end of his patience, and roared back at the furious man who was, still holding the owl in one hand, about an inch away from the end of Severus’ nose.

Harry didn’t flinch. “You horrible, insensitive git.” Something unreadable passed over Harry’s face as he continued. “Obviously an owl who can’t fly is worthless. By all means, let’s kill it, and save the world from having to exist near something that’s obviously using up the oxygen for all the useful owls in the world.” Still furious, but also seemingly flustered, Harry gathered up the towel, and the owl, whose immobulous was starting to wear off, and stormed from the room, his final parting shot: “You bastard” seeming to echo around the kitchen.

Severus, who was more occupied by the fact that his magic wasn’t responding to his commands, was busily casting increasingly powerful lumos charms. They all behaved perfectly. Alarmed, he levitated several plates and glasses and sent them on a dizzying tango around the kitchen table.

“Well that was insensitive” Teddy said, having watched the exchange between the two adults, rather like a tennis match, his head swinging back and forth as they parried with one another.

“He’s upset.”

“Of course he’s upset, Master Snape. Merlin, you know how to go for the jugular” Teddy’s forehead was crinkled, and he seemed upset.

“Why is everyone so upset about this blasted owl? I imagine Draco has at least a dozen others”

“Sir, you’re not understanding”

“Enlighten me then, Mister Lupin”

“Sir, I know I’m just a kid, but don’t you see any similarities between the owl and Harry?”

“What do you mean?” Severus asked, stalling for time, as a bead of sweat formed on the small of his back and made its ticklish way down to the crack of his arse. Faulty magic aside, he was beginning to come to the conclusion that he’d just fucked up.

“Well, we have an owl that can no longer do what it was raised to do: fly messages. Can you imagine why a Wizard whose lost his magic might be a little offended that the only solution you can see is to kill it?”

Utterly convinced that, yes, he had fucked up, and rather spectacularly at that, Severus groaned. “Of course I wasn’t drawing a parallel to Harry’s situation”

“But you can see why he’d think so, right?”

Severus placed a cool hand over his mouth. “Fuck”

“I’ll say” Teddy raised a cheeky eyebrow at the undignified language, but looked kindly at the Potions Master. “How are you going to fix it?”

“I have no earthly idea” Severus confessed.

“Maybe this is a good time to start researching owl potions” Teddy suggested, loping out of the room after Harry.

The bird was still alive. Harry hadn’t emerged downstairs at all, and Teddy had come once, grabbed a roll of kitchen towel, a large basin and the Dettol, Severus heard some alarmed hooting and a few shouts. “Calm down!” Severus heard Harry holler at one point, and there was some protracted scrabbling around. As dinnertime neared, and there was still no sign of either of them, Severus gloomily made himself some toast and retreated to his laboratory. Feeling at loose ends, he finally did as Teddy suggested, and researched potions that were beneficial to wounded owls. Brewing a few strengthening potions, and throwing an animal-safe calming draught for good measure, Severus sighed and pondered what to do next.

He’d hurt Harry’s feelings, that much was obvious. Severus hadn’t been prepared for the realization to produce such deep regret. He seemed doomed to ostracize beautiful green eyed Evans progeny for all eternity. Like the mistake he’d made with Lily, Severus feared that this would be equally unrecoverable.

When the door to his lab swung open, Severus looked up, hopeful that Harry had come to discuss the matter with him. When the head coming down the stairs turned out to be blonde, his spirits sank a little. Of course Draco would come to give him a bloody great bolloxing. It wasn’t enough for Severus to have realized his error and been left to lick his wounds privately.

“Hello Uncle Sev” Draco said, agreeably enough. “What are you making?”

“Owl potions” Severus replied shortly.

“So you’ve realized what an immense prat you were?” he asked.

Severus sighed heavily. He sunk to one of the stools near the counter, and placed his head in his hands. “Draco, it never occurred to me that Harry would draw similarities between the two situations. Of course I realize it in hindsight, but at the time, I was simply thinking of the practicalities of the situation. I saw that Harry was distressed, and I was trying to alleviate his discomfort. I made a mistake. What can I do?”

“Well, telling Harry that is a good start. I’d give him some time to cool off though.”

“How’s the owl?”

“She’s fine. Well, not fine, obviously. You’re right, she’s never going to fly again, but she’s hopping around Harry’s room happily enough.” Draco laughed. “Harry’s enchanted with her, of course, and a few little healing spells have her good as new.”

“How’s Harry?”

“Right now? He’s got his ‘saving people’ hat on again. Or in this case, ‘saving owl’ hat. He’s absolutely furious on the owl’s behalf.” Draco’s smile faded. “Which, in this case, means that he’s questioning everything about his own role in our world. You fucked up, Severus”

“I know. I’ll fix it”

“I believe in you”
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