A Valentine's Disaster
Author: Raine
Title: A Valentine's Disaster
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HP-SS,
Summary: The Dark Lord kidnaps Harry, and Snape comes to the rescue.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. There is no intent to harm, and no infringement is intended.
Challenge: First Line/Valentine's Day Challenge. -Hogwarts is swarming with warriors, and Harry has been abducted.-
NOTE: Part of "From Dusk til Dawn - the Harry Potter/Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest"
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A/N: Open for a Sequel, If anyone wants it. :)
Beta: Blood Phoenix
Warnings: "Romantic" Dark Lord, and disgusting food items.
Hogwarts was swarming with warriors, and Harry had been abducted. Severus shook his head at the chaos. He'd tried offering his opinions, but not even Albus would stop to listen.
It had happened at the Valentine's Day Ball. One second Harry was standing by a table, getting something to drink. The next second he had disappeared. Portkey. A portkey must have been planted on him.
While Albus was forcing Veritaserum laced water down every student's throat, Severus was trying to form a plan in his mind. He pushd past the Auror's that swarmed over the grounds and school. Those dunderheads were hindering more than helping.
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Harry fell to his knees as he dropped to the new location. The cup of juice he had been holding, fell to the ground, and splattered. He was disoriented. Where was he, and how in the hell did he get here? Standing slowly he looked around the room, and his eyes widened.
There was a brightly lit fire in the fireplace, but it had been charmed to a sick pink color. There was a small table in front of it with two seats, two covered plates, two glasses, and a pitcher that sat in the middle. A bed rested in the corner covered with bright pink satin sheets, and fluffy pillows. Mountians of them, it seemed.
Harry had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't pull his wand out. Better leave it for a surprise. The Headmaster had insisted that a special pocket be sewn into all of his robes. This pocket could not be discovered by feeling around for his wand, or by magic. He at least had one small ace up his sleeve.
The doors at the end of the chamber came open. In walked Voldemort, dressed in very nice dark green robes, with silver trim. He was carrying what looked to be flowers, and candy? What sort of sick joke is this? Harry took a deep breath, and tried to remember not to panic.
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Severus used his overide password, to get into the Gryffindor common room. He was lucky all heads of house were able to get anywhere needed, in case of emergency. Making his way up to the 7th year doorms, he started looking for Potter's trunk.
Finding his trunk, he found it to be opened way too easily. He was going to have to teach the dratted boy, some better locking spells. Carefully he began laying out the stuff in the order he found it.
Under the school robes, was some overly large muggle clothing. It had to be at least three times the size of Potter. Pondering if they had to be some sort of joke, he dug a bit deeper.
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"Harry Potter. So good of you to join me for Valentine's Day. You look most...delicious this evening." Voldemort handed Harry the flowers, and the chocolates. "Open them."
Harry kept his face schooled, and looked at the flowers. Roses, dead roses. Voldemort had given him dead roses. He shuddered to think what the chocolates would be like, but opened them anyway.
Mold. Molded chocolates. White fuzzy mold, made them look as if they were alive. Giving a cautious glance towards the table, he knew that it could only get much worse. Right now he had to keep Voldemort happy, until he could form an escape plan.
Voldemort gave him, something that must have been a smile. It started falling quickly when Harry didn't eat one. "Are they not to your liking?"
Harry thought fast, and offered the best smile he could. He had to play along for now. Had to hope he could manage to escape. "They look...wonderful." Swallowing hard, he continued. "I just ate a lot before the dance, and I honestly couldn't eat anything else." Oh, he was going to be sick.
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Snape dug deeper into Harry's trunk. His eyebrow suddenly shot up in suprise. A gay wizarding magazine. Bold letters on the front proclaimed, "Professors and their Students". His spy instincts picked up pages that were more rumpled than the rest, and thumbed to them out of curiousity.
On the pages there was an almost but not quite right face that looked similar to his. The "Student" he was screwing through the mattress, looked almost but not quite like Potter. Swallowing hard, he started to set the magazine aside, before he noted that the editor was one of his former Slytherins.
Quickly setting it down, he began digging again. He spotted the shimmer of the invisiblity cloak. Lifting it out, he noted some items fell from inside of it. Picking them up he found a set of nipple clamps, and a small butt plug. Hastily picking them up, he tossed them in the bottom. He began reassembling Potter's trunk, while trying not to think about what he found.
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"Care to dance, Harry?"
Harry swung a panicked gaze to Voldemort, and shuddered slightly. "To be honest. I'm not the best at dancing." He thought quickly. "It would be rude, to step on a host's feet. Besides, there is no music."
Voldemort sighed, "Oh very well. Well, at least sit with me, while I eat."
"Oh, alright." Harry offered the best smile that he could, his stomach churning.
Voldemort took out his wand, and muttered a few words. Harry suddenly felt a draft. Looking down at himself, he shreiked. His robes were gone. He was left standing in a pink satin teddy, garter belt, thong, and black stockings. Suddenly he wished that Voldemort would just kill him.
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Severus ran down the stairs from the Gryffindor Tower. He weaved around people, his glare working at level 10. The death gaze. Students and Aurors were moving out of his way. Severus Snape was not a man to be messed with.
It took him far to long in his opinion, to reach the front doors of the Entrance Hall. It had taken him far to long to come up with his plan. He had to make all haste now.
Pushing through the doors, he stopped when he saw the Granger girl, and the Weasley boy. Glancing around quickly, he motioned them into a shadowed area.
"I know where I can find, Potter. The Headmaster will not believe me. I have the cloak. I need you two to cause distractions for the staff, and the aurors. I need time to try to get Potter free. Understand?"
"Can you do this alone, Professor?" Hermione asked, worredly.
"I think so. He won't have any of his Death Eater's around tonight. Voldemort is suprisingly...romantic, in his own sick way."
"Alright then, Professor. You can count on us."
Ron nodded vaguely, in shock. He watched Hermione grab his hand, and drag him inside. She was already whispering plans in his ear. With that, Snape threw on the invisiblity cloak, and made for the gates.
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Harry sat in the chair opposite of Voldemort. He crossed his legs, trying to cover himself somewhat. He watched the thing, pour two glasses of something disgusting. It looked half congealed, and it smelled like...blood. Voldemort then lifted the lids off the plates. He blanched, because it didn't look like any food he'd ever seen.
"You should try to eat, at least a little. All the foods here are very good for you." The man? Whatever he was, began pointing out various things. "Liver, brains, heart, and that is the paw of a Werewolf. Actually all of this came from werewolves. The tail is very good, but I wanted that for a soup later."
Harry turned a sick shade of green. One that did not match with his teddy. Bowing his head, he tried to hold back his dinner. The feelings intensified, as he heard a knife and a fork scrape on Voldemort's plate.
"I need to use the Loo. Where is it?"
He lifted his gaze, and watched as he was pointed to a door across the room. Getting up, he walked as calmly as he could. Opening the door he slipped inside. Kneeling in front of the toliet, he promptly got sick. Once he had control over his stomach, he stood and looked about the room. No windows. Moving to the sink, he began rinsing his mouth.
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Snape apparated to where his "master" was staying currently. He immediately felt the repelling wards. He didn't get close enough for them to affect him. If he did get too close, he would forget why he was here, and find something else to do.
He began walking around the parimeter of the wards, searching for a weak spot, or a spot where the wards were not closed. Voldemort was notorious for forgetting to close his wards, when he was in a hurry.
It took some time, but he finally found the hole he was looking for. It was small, but he could widen it enough without allerting the Dark Lord. Making sure the cloak was around him, he began carefully widening the hole.
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Harry returned, just as the other man was finishing his "dinner". Still feeling a bit queasy, he didn't look as the last bite was taken. He was startled when his hands were grabbed.
"Lovely dinner. I am most sorry you already ate. Come, the night is still young."
Harry didn't reply, as he suddenly found himself sitting on the monstrosity of a bed. Before he could jump up, he found his arms in the chains that ran from the head of the bed. A spell was uttered, and he found himself laying back on the pillows. His arms firmly secured.
"Oh, you look breathtaking laying there. So very beautiful. Those eyes, that body, everything anyone could ever desire. You rest, my sweet. I need to freshen up, and change into something more comfortable."
Harry cringed inwardly as he felt a hand caress his side. His eyes nearly popped from his head, when a lipless kiss was placed on his stomach. He watched Voldemort head into the loo, and began trying to struggle out of the chains.
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Severus made it through the house on silent feet. It didn't take him as long to widen the hole as he thought. As he predicted, no Death Eater's were around tonight. In fact even Nagani didn't seem to be around.
Moving quickly through silent halls, he found himself staring at the Lord's suite. Opening the door quietly, he slipped inside. Sliding it shut, he glanced around the room, and shuddered.
Pink fire, dead roses, molded chocolate, is that werewolf on the plates? He knew what was in the glasses, and also noted that one plate was not touched. Potter does have a brain in his head.
Looking in the other corner of the room, he saw Harry. Lying on pink bed, with a pink teddy on? Merlin, he had barely made it. Hearing the water run in the loo, he knew he didn't have much time.
Walking over to the bed, he let the hood slip back. "Mister Potter." He kept his voice soft, but with an edge.
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Harry jumped at the voice. It sounded like Snape. Looking up he saw the bodyless head in front of him. "Professor Snape! He...it..." Unable to classify Voldemort, he waved a hand towards the loo. "He'll be back soon. Said he was going to freshen up, and change his clothes."
"I know, Harry, I know." He murmured the unlocking spell, to open the cuffs around Harry's wrists. "Where are your robes?"
Harry pulled his wrists free, and shook his head. "I don't know, Sir. He muttered a spell, and they disappeared. This is what he put me in."
"Accio, Potter's robes."
The robes came flying into Snape's hand. Handing them to Harry, he watched as the young man searched for his wand. Satisifed, Harry slipped them on over the other ensamble.
"Let's get out of here. Please."
Handing Harry the invisiblity cloak, he watched him flush in realization. Leading him out of the room, he again shut the door silently. Leading him to a wall, he opened a passage.
"Through here, Mister Potter. Later I want you to explain those lovely things I found." He barely got to see the red flush that covered Harry's face, before the hidden pannel slid shut behind them.
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He felt the burning of the dark mark, before they had traveled to a house he knew they could floo from. He knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught. They had to hurry.
"We need to start running, Mister Potter. We have to get to my informants house. He'll let us floo somewhere safe. He can cover our tracks."
"The Weasley's. He'd think we'd try to get to Hogwarts first. They can contact Professor Dumbledore, and we can go to his office from there. I don't think Vodemort would suspect anyone going to the Weasley's."
"Good idea. Now Run!"
Moving to the shadows of trees when they could, they did run. They ran until they thought their lungs would explode. Harry fell once with a sharp cry, but got back up and started running again. He didn't give Snape any time to enquire if he was hurt.
A half hour later, they found themselves at the door of his informant's house. Knocking sharply, he waited. Both men trying to catch their breath. The door swung open, almost immediately. A tall man let them in.
Harry stood by the door, as Snape talked to the other man. After a few minutes, he was motioned forward. The man led them to his floo, and promised to erase them having been there.
Harry went first. He hated using the floo, but he didn't have much of a choice. Stepping in as he threw the powder. Clearly so Snape could hear, he yelled, "The Burrow!".
He disappeared in a flash, and fell out of the grate in the Weasley's home. Snape came out immediately behind him, but didn't fall. Stepping out, he helped Harry up.
Harry gave Snape a grateful smile, and tried not to wince when he stood on his feet. Snape forgot his shoes, and he didn't want anyone to know his feet were cut up. He could feel the blood coming from them.
"Mrs. Weasley? Mr. Weasley? Is anyone home? Hello?"
He barely got the words out, before he was being smothered in a hug. "Harry! We've been so worried. Authur is at Hogwarts..." She cut off as she noticed Severus standing there.
"Voldemort had me. Someone put a portkey on me. Professor Snape got me out, just in time. We need to get in contact with Professor Dumbledore, and get back to Hogwarts."
"Of course, Dear. Sit down, both of you. I'll try to get the Headmaster." She summoned two cups of tea, and some biscuits.
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It was several hours later. Both Harry and Severus were exhausted. They had told their versions of what happened, what they saw, and what was going to happen. In utter humiliation, Harry took off his dress robes, so they could see what was underneath.
Questions, and more questions. Veritaserum, more questions, a sense of burning shame from Harry. Stupid Minsitry officals, who couldn't believe the truth, if it bit them on the arse. Finally Severus had enough.
"Headmaster, if you please. I think Harry and I need some rest. It has been a long trying day, and we have been over this several times. I tried telling you where he would be earlier, and you wouldn't listen. Hopefully you found the person who planted the portkey. We need to eat, and rest."
"Of course, Severus." Albus glared at the others, instantly shutting them up. "Take Harry to your chambers. I'll send along some food for you both, some clothing for Harry, and Poppy to check him out."
Snape nodded, and helped Harry up. When Harry tried to take a step, he realized his feet had scabbed over. Only they were attached to the carpet. With a yelp, he pulled them free, falling back into the chair. Embarassed, he looked up at Snape.
"We forgot my shoes."
Before anyone could start up the nonsense again, he helped Harry up again, and led him to the floo. Stepping in with him, he dropped the powder. "Snape's Chambers."
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Snape sat at breakfast the next morning. He ate, as he watched the Gryffindor table. Harry wasn't touching his food, just as he didn't last night. He had only slept, because of the Dreamless Sleep Draught. Slept on Snape's couch. Harry would recover from this. He just needed some time.
Getting up he left the table. Slipping out the side entrance, he started down the hall towards his dungeons. He was now confined to Hogwarts. He was the only Death Eater that didn't show when called last night. He was now known to be the spy. His life was forefit.
He hadn't got very far down the hall, when he heard someone calling to him. Turning slowly, he saw Miss Granger. Raising a brow, and glaring a level 2 at her. It was a mild one.
"Miss Granger. Is there something I can do to help you?"
"I wanted to thank you, Professor. You risked a lot to go help Harry last night." She walked over, and handed him an odd package. "Colin took pictures of what we did yesterday, and the reactions of everyone. We had a lot of help. Peeves, and some of the other ghosts were quite helpful. We thought you might want to see them."
"I'm sure, I will find them interesting. Thank you, Miss Granger. Is that all?"
"No, Professor. Give me lists of Potion's ingredients you need from Hogsmeade. I'll deliver them, and bring back what is too unstable to be brought by owl. It's the least I can do. My way of saying Thank You." With that she turned, and left before he could comment.
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Valentine's a Year Later:
Snape had Harry stuck in a chair, with a binding charm. He grinned maliciously at the bright red blush that stained his cheeks. He was going to get some answers now. He'd been put off for a whole year.
"You will answer my questions, Mister Potter, or you will be sitting here for the rest of your life."
"What questions are those?"
Harry had come here to get away from Valentines. Certian shades of pink, still made him feel sick. He returned all gifts and cards sent his way. The best place to send a day like today, was in the Potion Master's private quarters.
"What were those intriguing things, I found inside your cloak? I've waited a year for your answer, and I will not be denied any longer. I also want to ask you about that magazine. One section seemed to be looked at more than the rest."
Severus watched that blush deepen, as Harry tried to squirm loose from his bonds. Smirking he waited for Harry to give up. He had all night. He had the rest of his life. This was far too interesting to pass up.
"I'm waiting."
"Bastard."
"You knew that already, Harry. Answer the question. I have the rest of my life. I am a very patient man."
"Greasy, insufferable, pain in the arse git."
"Compliments, Mister Potter? I thought I'd never see the day."
He couldn't help but laugh as Harry struggled to break the bonds. His laugh startled Harry, and he stopped. He looked at the man, then chuckled softly.
"Jerk."
"Careful, Mister Potter. Someone might think you were in love with me, with all of these compliments." Snape smirked, and stared at him.
Harry burst into laughter, and gave up the fight on the bonds completely. Once calm enough, the blush creeped back up his cheeks once more. "I used to wear them, in your class. You had the sexiest voice, and I could never concentrate with you in the room. That's why I did bad in potions."
Snape smiled, and walked over to Harry's chair. Bending over him, he released the binding spell. At the same time he claimed the man's lips in a soft kiss.
Tomorrow was a new day, and it was alight with possiblities. Something new was starting between them. They had time to walk the road slowly, and see where this path led.
Fin.
