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Shake it, Bake it, Brew it	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 70336 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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(I’m thinking)
“I’m speaking”
Last Time:
The goblin manager of the Potter accounts went to another office and went in “Razorback I have an offer for your clients, the Malfoys” the other goblin looked irritated until Griphook started explaining …
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Poppy was giddy! In a few minutes her apprentice will arrive and she can start teaching. Just five minutes before 8:00 she saw her blonde student and his fluffy companions appear in the floo “hello Cache, ready to get started?” she was very pleased to see that Cache looked much better. He was still skinny, but still getting better and a little taller too if she wasn’t mistaken.
Anyone who said recovering from starvation was as simple as eating when there was food is a fool. It’s not so simple. When someone has spent their life on the brink of starvation the stomach shrinks. You can’t go from eating nearly nothing to scarfing down big meals. If someone truly starving ate too much too fast they could die. Eating slowly or lots of small meals is the best way to recover assuming they remember to eat. If you’re used to not eating then getting a steady routine going can be tricky. She wondered if someone was helping him.
“yes Poppy, what do I have to do?” Cache asked as they went up to the first floor ready to start learning. Lyra and Libra were distracted by a young patient crying and went over before Cache could stop them. Both he and Poppy froze and watched as the kneazles bounced around allowing the little girl to pet them. They cheered her up quickly.
“you know they can go around as long as they don’t interfere with treatments and stress or hurt the patients” Poppy smiled as the kneazles antics made several children giggle
“they’ll be fine then. Be good you two” Cache watched as his kneazles strolled around to cheer people up.
For the start to healing Poppy gave him a few books to skim at home and had him watch what she did to heal other patients. With every question he asked she explained thoroughly. Each floor was visited and Poppy was happy he wasn’t squeamish.
He glanced at the clock and smirked … 8:45.
Mrs. Crippens and her sons should be there. That’s how they worked they always arrive early and load everything up. When you schedule a time with them they believe they should leave by that time not arrive at that time. The Crippens were an odd, but kind family. Harry was positive they were the reason the police came to the Dursleys’ a few times, but now he realizes not much could’ve been done with Ms. Figg watching. The squib most likely had a back up plan to stop muggles from helping the wizard. Since he realized he was going for good he had Hedwig drop a letter on the pile of items waiting to be taken away.
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A truck with the name ‘Crippen’s Recycle and Delivery’ rolled into Privet Drive and stopped.
An old woman with her white hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a leather jacket looked out over the steering wheel at the lawn on the 4^th house on the street and smirked “looks like Petunia took my advice and dumped the ugly décor. ALRIGHT BOYS! LOAD UP!” she heard two men hop out of the back of the truck and saw her burley sons start picking up the rolled up rug “that rug rat better be alright” she was always concerned about the small rarely seen child at the Dursleys, but her several attempts to get the cops involved strangely failed. It didn’t stop her from checking up on him under the guise as a friend just stopping by to chat to Petunia. The bitch was a friend of her daughter’s so she had an excuse … sort of, Sally Crippens is just tolerant of the pompous bitch not a friend. Of course if the older woman knew about any scars, beatings, the cupboard bedroom or how old Harry really was she would’ve kidnaped him years ago.
“Oi Ma! The skinny squirt left a letter for you” the one son carrying the trunk handed over the letter to his letter.
Mrs. Crippens took the letter and read it … she burst out laughing “our little rug rat grew a spine, a big set of brass balls and got away! That kid could be a Crippens with that attitude! … and he wants Sally to at least burn the suitcase and what’s inside! Lucky for him Sally’s in a burning phase … hopes she sends a video of that rug burning” she cackled.
At 8:59 the last items were packed up and the two men jumped in front. Mrs. Crippens slammed on the gas pedal and sped away. it took only a minute at the speed they were going. The Crippens pulled in their Salvage yard, which had a long strip of pavement that looked a lot like … that’s right, a runway!
The large garage opened revealing a medium sized cargo plane …
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Griphook tried to keep his smirk off his face as he saw Dumbledore strut into the currently empty bank at exactly 8:58 looking pissed and yelling for Griphook “I’m over here, what can we do for you Dumbledore?” he asked a little irritated that the oh so famous wizard couldn’t tell one goblin from another.
“you can tell me what this is supposed to mean!” the wizard huffed with an air of importance hiding his fury as he tossed the letter on the table.
“it’s a statement informing you that all the Potter vaults are closed and transactions canceled. There is a clause in the Potter family accounts that states that in the event that the heir, meaning young Mr. Potter, is orphaned, then he or she should be checked at the bank after the first year of school and have a full medical work up to prove that he his healthy and cared for” explained the goblin who was subtly glancing at the clock.
Dumbledore puffed his chest out in pride ”I am the one who is over seeing Mr. Potter’s care so I can assure you that he is perfectly fine. It fills me with great offense that you would insinuate that I would bring harm to him” his goody two shoes act never worked with the goblins, but no would believe the creepy things if they tried to say what he was really like.
“while I agree that you are full of something” Griphook smirked as the wizard’s beard bristled “it doesn’t matter. We need to evaluate Mr. Potter and there won’t be a single knut spent until we see him” said Griphook sternly and then he saw Dumbledore prepare for a tantrum.
In mid gape Dumbledore froze. The goblin saw that it was 9:00 exactly and with each second that ticked by Dumbledore became a shade paler before finally breaking out into a nervous sweat.
“I-I left my cauldron going, we’ll talk later!” yelped the wizard as he actually ran out of the bank.
“that was a pensieve worthy moment” Griphook cackled as he switched out with a goblin who was actually a clerk
Now they just had to find the Malfoys who chose this time to try to take a trip to France. Razorback is trying to get in touch with and hopefully he does before any of the few remaining Death Eaters try to track them down. They get very few chances to try to relax as a family while being tracked. In fact they usually have at least one Death Eater stalking them and try to get away for a little while when there isn’t.
Voldemort just had to make the trackers on the Malfoys not just powerful, but painful and fatal. If the tracking charm is broken a curse is activated that will cause intense pain for a day before killing them. Also any loyal Death Eater can tap into the tracker to cause pain if they suspect the Malfoys tried to escape. Even Bellatrix who is in Azkaban can connect to the trackers if they have been gone too long. One week long vacations close by is the best they can hope for.
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Dumbledore appeared through Ms. Figg’s floo and cringed in disgust as he stepped right on a pool of cat puke “ew my robes … there’s no time!”
The prominent wizard forgot about the robes with a puke lined trim and his slimy shoes in favor of racing towards the Dursleys. Barely a foot out the door he panicked at the speed Harry was moving and apparated no longer caring if muggles spotted him. He just had to check to see if this was happening. A part of him was sure he’d find Harry locked up and there was just a tracking spell issue, but he wasn’t going to leave it to chance.
The wizard used magic to get in and looked around. He quietly went upstairs and saw the smiley face drawn on the wall with the word FREE in big red letters …
Free …
It took a second for Dumbledore to understand, but when he did he screamed. No one was around to hear it at that time, but it was still an epic meltdown …
When the headmaster finally recovered his senses he felt that Harry had stopped He won’t let the brat get away, but just as he was about to apparate he paled … the Potter started moving even faster and before anything could be done …
Harry Potter was going in a straight path at really fast speeds and was headed for the Atlantic ocean!
“no! How did he get a broom? How did this happen?! At this rate he’ll be across the- …” Albus smirked as he remembered something. There was no way an underage wizard can get passed the border without someone noticing. At least that’s what he believed. He headed back to his current home feeling very smug and waited to get a floo call from Fudge saying that Potter has attempted to escape.
He had good reason to believe that the minister will come to him first considering the number of loyalty spells he placed in the man’s home before Fudge’s campaign for minster. Fudge needed funds and support a the time, which lead to Dumbledore being invited for dinner. One dinner is all the manipulative old wizard needed …
However one hour passed and Harry made no sign of stopping and the old wizard gaped in horror as Harry’s trackers went over the ocean passing the border completely!
“NO! This can’t be happening! … someone must be helping him. That’s the only way this would’ve worked” the old fool paced his living room thinking of how to get his meal ticket back under his thumb. Somehow the boy got help and maybe a broom or flying creature to transport him, but now what?
Clearly anyone helping him must die and the boy’s memory altered, but that’s easy and the compulsion spells in the Dursleys’ and school will help. Finding him will be tricky because of those restrictions for international travel, but with one owl he can get permission. He jotted down a quick letter requesting a meeting with Fudge, who will of course say yes, and sent it. Once the boy lands he will apparate him back.
Now where were the Dursleys and Ms. Figg?
Dumbledore was not happy that they weren’t there controlling the brat. If Harry had a massive burst of accidental magic that would explain how he got away and perhaps they ran off when they saw that he got out instead of doing their jobs. He paid good money for them to keep Harry under lock and key, but he’ll try to contact them after he gets Harry back under his thumb
“now I can rest. Good thing they haven’t found the trackers or Castle Dumbledore won’t be happening” Dumbledore sighed in relief and strolled into his study to gaze fondly at a model of a lavish castle perched in a place that looked remarkably similar to Hogsmeade. Unfortunately the Minister of Magic won’t receive his letter right away for he is a bit detained …
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“not bad Cache, you healed your first cut!” Poppy praised.
Cache smiled “it was more difficult than I thought and it was the smallest cut”
This poor guy stumbled into the thorny grip of some Devil’s Snare and was covered in hundreds of gashes. The worst were the ones around the throat where the plant attempted to strangle him. Cache watched as Poppy and four other healers saved the guy, but Poppy left one tiny cut on the man’s foot for Cache after he proved he knew the incantation she told him.
“yes it’s always difficult, but you need to practice. Once you relax and allow your magic to weave properly you will see it get much easier. You know, I bet the Minister will be pleased to know he helped teach you … indirectly at least” Poppy chuckled as the blonde wizard gaped.
“I just helped heal the Minister!” Cache blinked owlishly. Granted it was only a cut and he didn’t trust the ministry, but it was still an oddly full filling experience.
Poppy smiled “yes, but he’ll be out for a week or so. Now it’s nearly 1:00 so why don’t you go up to the tearoom and get something to eat. I will be ending our lessons around this time anyway, but I want you to meet someone who is dying to meet you and instruct you in potions. I bragged a little about getting a potion prodigy as an apprentice” she gushed a little as Cache blushed at her praise “just read up on diagnostic charms for next time. I’ll have you watch some Auror checkups so be ready”
The blonde wizard smiled and they parted ways. Cache found himself at a loss as to where his kneazles got to. After searching the first three floors he found someone who saw them head to the 4^th floor. When he went to check he didn’t see them at first, but then he decided to check the Janus Thickey Ward. The door in the back of the spell damage floor must always remain locked since the room contains the patients who have suffered permanent damage to the mind. His ring is what allowed the door to open for him and he went in while making sure to shut the door behind him. Despite the ‘keep locked’ rules there were the kneazles, cuddling with two patients.
“I’m not even going to ask how you two got through a locked door” Cache chuckled as the clearly confused man and woman kept muttering as if they had no clue that their figures were stroking the kneazles’ fur. Lyra hopped off the chair next to the man’s bed and Libra jumped off the chair next to the woman’s, but the woman started crying at the loss of the fur.
Harry rushed over and took the hand that was petting Libra “it’s ok-” he glanced at he nameplate next to her bed. Her name was Alice Longbottom and the man in he bed next to her bed was Frank Longbottom (these must be Neville’s parents) Harry thought “it’s ok Alice. These two will come back soon, I promise” he said softly as he tucked her in.
Alice looked right in his eyes and something flickered in those dazed eyes “you’re much more handsome than your father, Harry”
“what?” Harry stiffened, but that sense of clarity was gone as quickly as it came and Alice started muttering incoherently again. The young wizard stared at the woman for a few seconds. Who was this woman to him besides a friend’s mother? Did she know the Potters? He checked the clipboard and found that they were both driven insane do to the torture curse. The wizard decided to do some research on that curse before smiling and placing a kiss on her head. Alice didn’t notice, but it didn’t matter. The disguised Potter smiled and left with his kneazles to go to the 5^th floor for lunch.
Moments after ordering a sandwich with some extra meat on the side for his kneazles none other than Professor Snape walked in!
“Cache Devant Vous I presume … I’m Severus Snape. Poppy told me you had an amazing talent in potions” Severus said as he came towards the blonde.
The young wizard was surprised that he felt calmer than he has ever been around the intimidating professor and smiled “it’s good to meet you sir, would you care to order something too?”
“yes I believe I will” Severus ordered a few small sandwiches and they sat at the same table in the corner to wait “hello” the potions master greeted as Lyra nudged his leg begging for a pet, which Severus gave her.
“there’s Libra … that’s Lyra and now she won’t let you go ” Cache chuckled as Severus found just the right spot that got the kneazle purring to the point where she placed her paw on his wrist so he couldn’t leave and to complicate matters Libra was laying her head in the man’s lap waiting for a pet. Both of Severus’s hands were busy
“so I see” Harry noticed the professor seemed more amused than anything else.
Once the food came Harry pulled two food bowls out of his bottomless bag and put the meat in it to distract the kneazles “Poppy said that she wanted me to meet someone who was considering teaching me potions, would that be you Mr. Snape?” Cache asked as he set the food bowls down and let the kneazles start eating.
The potion master nodded as he turned to his meal “indeed, please call me Severus. As you have displayed an excellent talent in brewing I would like to teach you. Can you tell me a bit about yourself?”
Harry took a second to consider what to say as he took a few bites of his sandwich. He finally swallowed and sighed “both my parents were magical, but they died and my muggle relatives didn’t help me much in telling anything about magic. In fact I had no clue that magic even existed until my invite to school came … you know when I learned I was magical I saw that potions textbook and was so excited. I loved cooking and chemistry so potions was right up my alley. I ran to my first potions class and was ten minutes early, but as I raced into the room my clumsy self stepped in a cauldron and went flying across the room. I cleaned up so my professor never knew, but even still it was never a good student teacher relationship between us. He accused me of cheating many times, ignored the people spiking my cauldron and kicked me out of class once … I started crying in the hallway” Cache said calmly. It felt like it was so long ago.
“you’re too forgiving” Severus sneered as he ate. It was obvious in the way the boy twitched there was much more about these muggles, but the boy didn’t seem to hold anything against the potion professor who was clearly in the wrong “no one should neglect such talent. The man is a fool”
Cache chuckled sheepishly, this was a bit awkward “I wouldn’t be too harsh with him. Yes he was strict, but how can I blame him when I did have a hard time … I was … you see I was colorblind. I couldn’t see reds and greens- are you ok?!” Cache jumped up as Severus started choking on his tea and channeled a little magic into the potion master’s back just like how he read it one of the library books.
Severus felt his breathing ease instantly and nodding telling the boy he was fine “the fact that you cold brew at all is astonishing … you never told your professor about your condition?” he asked as the blonde sat back down.
“honestly, I didn’t know myself. It wasn’t until about a month or so later that I realized what the problem was … when I tried to tell him … I apparently was a brat who made too many excuses for my incompetence” Cache saw Severus glare at the words he quoted and hoped it wasn’t a give away “I did eventually figure out the … music, behind potions and used that, but then someone started tossing ingredients in my potions and … well, you can see how that went”
The potion master was furious though he skillfully hid it “it seems the incompetence lies with your professor with your professor, but no matter. I will be teaching you from now on. Do you have any ideas on where you would like to start?”
Cache finished his sandwich as he pondered and swallowed before answering “I have wanted to try making counters to controlling potions such as loyalty potions and incorporating moonlight in a project- … that is something I should admit to if you are serious about teaching me” Severus nodded seriously “I wasn’t lying about being colorblind … but I am no longer that way now … it was incredibly stupid in hindsight, but I had no choice. I made a couple potions and do to a shortage of ingredients I prepared some things very differently. I needed these potions to work and I knew the risks, but I still drank one and put the other in my eyes. One nearly killed me and would’ve if I didn’t take a nutrition potion before hand, while the other added a bit of color in my rather lack luster vision. So if you don’t mind putting up with a maniac apprentice experimenting …”
Severus smiled a genuine smile “I think we will get along just fine. Before we do counters we need to do diagnostic potions”
“I thought only spells were used in diagnostic methods” said Cache as he sipped his tea.
“most of the time yes, however potions can find many things that a spell can’t. People don’t use potions often because it takes a full month to brew and they can involve very complex procedures. Only masters can do it consistently and that’s only if you have the timing for the moon perfect. It’s effect, but difficult so it isn’t used” Severus smirked slightly as the gears in his apprentice’s head spinning no doubt looking for a means to fix that issue “that is where we will start then. A full moon is close so the timing is perfect. Poppy mentioned that she has you from 8:00 to 1:00 on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays so we’ll meet in Diagon Alley Wednesday at 7:30. Where do you live? I want to see your set up first”
Harry mentally winced, what would the man say if he saw that he was using a kitchen as a lab? “I live in the Eventide Apartment complex in Knockturn Alley”
Severus couldn’t stop the look of shock “you are aware-”
“yes” Cache said looking the potion master right in the eye. He will take no criticism on his choice of home or his neighbors.
“I see” Severus’s face became emotionless, but he was quite impressed with the boy. He wondered though if the abusive life he lead made the boy less afraid of things or creatures that he should fear “then that makes things easier. There is a place near there where you can rent a potion lab. We’ll do that so you have free space to make potions for St. Mungo’s. I have nothing more to say besides see you tomorrow” Severus snorted in amusement at the two kneazles mewing at him “and you both as well. I will pay for the meals” Severus added before Cache could even go for his key.
Cache chuckled as the man paid “I’ll see you tomorrow Severus” as the man exited he wondered why he felt like something seemed strange about the man was acting now “do you think he’ll teach me that billowing robe trick too?” the kneazles rolled their eyes as they handed over their empty food bowls …
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Mr. Crippens was a very tall a sturdily built bald man with a mustache. He was usually quiet and he was the pilot in the family. It was a common occurrence for him to make the 8-9 hour flight to meet his daughter Sally in America. The landing gears were dropped as the very long dirt road came into view and he skillfully landed the plane. A cute woman with blue dyed haired tackled the man in a hug.
“hi Dad! Mom says you brought some things from that place that had that little boy you were all worried about” Mr. Crippens simply kissed the top of his daughter’s head and gave her the letter from Harry that was in his pocket. She skimmed the letter and grinned “it must be a cathartic reason for burning the suitcase or symbolic! How artistic of him! who am I to deny such an artistic favor? I’ll do that first! Come on Dad, you should rest after a long flight and I’ll at least burn the … gaudy thing” she cringed at the sight of the worn patched up trunk in the back of the plane. With a good sized pile of wood in a burning circle and the trunk went up in flames.
The next day Sally and her father burned everything else. The ashes were eventually used as a base for concrete and Sally created a statue of a fox biting at the chains attached to his leg and used the melted metal from the remains of the carrier and glasses as the eyes. She won a prize for it!
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Dumbledore glared at the clock “what the hell is taking Fudge?” he growled. It has been 9 hours since the boy got away, but he should’ve gotten word from the minister 5 hours ago! “at least the boy stopped moving now” he sighed and continued to wait, but suddenly at 6:24 pm the feeling of three rubber bands snapping his chest startled him.
The headmaster paled. He tried to find the tracking bonds over and over again, but found nothing “NNNOOOOO!!”
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Cache twitched as he entered the apartment complex and saw several vampires and werewolves sitting in the front room “hey guys”
“CACHE!” before the disguised Potter could move he was hugged by a little girl. Her name was Maria and she was a vampire who looked only 10 years old. To most she would look like a little girl with waist length blonde hair who likes wearing this one white dress with a pink bow, but she was actually older than Trocar.
Maria was very nice and asked him to take a picture with her yesterday. When he agreed she gave the camera to another vampire named Armel and he took the picture. Afterwards she got a little too excited hugged Harry’s arm at just the right angle with pulled down the long sleeve reveal the scars. She and Armel made no sign that they saw anything, but at the same time Maria never hugged his left arm again and the other vampires seemed to be watching him closely.
The worst was actually the werewolf Alpha of the newest wolf pack, Greyback. Harry made the mistake of giving other owls in the owlery treats and one owl playfully grabbed the back of his shirt hoping for a treat as he was making an order for groceries. Greyback came in at that moment and saw the scars on the boy’s back. He was quiet as usual, but Harry noticed the entire complex was watching him and Trocar.
“hi Maria” Cache chuckled as the small vampire ran off with the kneazles and he tried to ignore the eyes following him. Once he was in the apartment he saw Trocar sitting on the couch “how many know?”
Trocar chuckled “they all know enough. I didn’t tell them details, but they put many pieces together by themselves and Sanguini is helping. They know that you were abused and running away or hiding. Maria suspects you are using a different name and are hiding certain features in some way” the vampire shrugged at the shocked look on Cache’s face “you live with vampires and werewolves. We’re far more observant than the twits you knew at school. Everyone would find out sooner or later”
“yeah you’re right” he sighed and they started training. Cache watched the time tick by knowing each second brought the trackers closer to being destroyed never noticing the vampire’s interest in his scent. Trocar could smell it. The old scent from the cauldron.
“hey Cache did you meet with someone today?” Trocar asked as Hedwig landed in her cage.
“yes, Poppy wanted me to meet someone to teach me potions. Severus Snape is my potions mentor now” Cache said as he got up to let the kneazles in for dinner before they claw through the door. That was Harry’s mistake … he forgot to take the creature’s sense of smell into account.
Suddenly everything clicked …
Snape was a professor at Hogwarts …
Snape’s scent was on he potion master’s cauldron …
Just as Cache’s hand turned the doorknob and opened it a crack Trocar spoke “Severus Snape was the professor who hurt you. You’re a Hogwarts student and only one person at 11 years old with a snowy white owl would need to go to such lengths to hide their appearance if they wanted to run” Cache looked him right in the eye “you’re Harry Potter”
There was nothing, but silence after those words …
Harry slowly turned back to the door …
Even though it was just a crack the door was open and that meant the privacy seals were off …
Vampires and werewolves have very sharp hearing and there’s an added boost with a full moon coming …
There was no doubt everyone heard …
Harry let go of the doorknob and watched the door swing open revealing several sets red and amber eyes staring back at him …
There was no backing out of this so he wordlessly summoned the red counter potion next to his new brown colors he will use on Hedwig and removed the disguise. The kneazles and owl watched warily as red eyes met green …
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