Title: Veil of the Moon
pt.13/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: You only WISH I had them…then you could borrow them!! *cackles
madly* oh well I don’t.
Warnings: slash, humor, teasing, violence, dark, angst
Pairings: Sirius/Snape,
Remus/OFC, Hr/RW, HP/DM->starting
Rating: R
Note: BAM! That's about all I have to say about that…hehe. Thanks to MA for the
beta! Enjoy and please review!!
‘thoughts’
The soft sounds of kissing
mingled with the bubbling noise of a potion brewing within the quarters of the
Potions Master of Hogwarts. A light chuckle floated out after a murmured comment
added to the soft whitewash before a dark form stood and went to the bubbling
cauldron.
Another form strode from the
room, a promise called over a pale shoulder and earning a laugh from the
receiver before the first one refocused on the highly sensitive potion he was
brewing. It was the type of potion that was going to be used in excavating, so
it was semi-unstable as well as difficult to create successively. Or so they had
said until Severus Snape had been lucky in figuring out a way to stabilize it.
He had been fortunate in
figuring out that a certain property of an herb had been essential in
stabilizing the potion, but, until the herb was added, the potion was as
dangerous as before. Both he and Sirius understood that and worked together to
produce the needed potion.
A sudden shuffle disturbed
the thoughtful silence that had fallen in the quarters, causing Snape to look
over, eyes narrowing in irritation. He grew cold as Goyle Sr. stepped into the
rooms, leering as he entered. "Goyle. What do you want?" Snape drawled out in
disdain before placing his stirring rod to the side.
"Nice place you got here,
Snapey. Ole Dumbledore set you up real good, didn't he?" Goyle sneered as he
glanced around lazily while sauntering over confidently to where Snape stood.
"Get to the point, you
lazing Neanderthal," Snape answered testily as he crossed his arms over his
chest.
"I'd watch it, Severus. The
Master is not happy with how you've failed. Especially with that batch of
Wolfsbane," Goyle said softly, dangerously, as he stepped towards Snape
menacingly. He stopped though when he heard a deep growl and Padfoot appeared
next to Severus. "When did you get a mutt?" Goyle asked in surprise before
stepping back as Padfoot showed his fangs.
"None of your concern,
Goyle," Snape replied coldly, though inside he was grateful for his husband's
sudden reappearance.
Eyeing the growling dog
warily for a minute, Goyle considered his options before continuing. "The Dark
Lord knows about this potion you are brewing. He wants a similar one that can,
when detonated, spread a curse on any Mudbloods. He wants a disease to spread so
only Purebloods inhabit this world."
Severus grew pale as he
glowered at Goyle. "He's mad. He'll kill himself as well then," he growled out
angrily, his fists clenching at his side tightly.
"I'd watch it, Snape, or
else your traitorous words will bring about *nasty* consequences," Goyle
retaliated with a growl as he brought out his wand, glaring at the fuming
Potions Master. "You're in enough suspicion as is, what with you being one of
the only three that didn't get changed by that bitch."
"Sore on that, are we?"
Snape jeered as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I just know when to
duck…unlike some people."
"I never wanted this curse!!
And because of your botched up potion, several more of us died!" Goyle roared in
rage as he advanced forward. He didn't get far though as Padfoot leapt to the
attack, causing him to cry out and fire a hex that wobbled near Severus.
Crying out as he dodged the
hex, Snape stumbled, then felt his eyes go wide. As if in slow motion, he
watched as the cauldron was hit by the hex and tipped. He turned and called for
his husband, who was wrestling with the other Death Eater, then tried to run as
the cauldron crashed to the floor. He grunted as an explosion blasted out
seconds after a large body hit his own to safety. He hit the ground hard and
looked over woozily in time to see Goyle crushed by large blocks of the ceiling
before he passed out to the sound of more explosions and crumbling concrete.
*~~**~~*
Looking around warily, Harry
kept his wand out as he wandered down the halls of the school towards the
dungeons and where Snape and Sirius lived. He'd left Ron and Hermione, who had
been snogging madly in the common room last he checked, when he'd gotten this
strange feeling of doom. He'd instantly known that something was wrong and had
headed for the dungeons, which he was on the stairs for currently.
He sighed softly and chewed
on his lip worriedly. Something just didn't feel right…
"And what are you doing out,
Potter?"
Harry almost leapt out of
his skin as he whirled around, facing the source of the drawled out question. He
felt a blush as well as a glare creep across his face as he straightened,
ignoring how his heart was pounding at the moment. "I could ask the same of you,
Malfoy," he retorted and blinked as a smirk crossed the pale features.
"I'm a Prefect, remember?
I'm on my rounds. So are you going to answer me or must I deduct points?" Malfoy
returned easily, smirking. His smirk widened as Harry fidgeted and flushed,
obviously discomfited. Oh how he loved this…
"I…oh forget it. You
wouldn't believe me anyways," Harry grumbled as he turned and started on his way
again.
"Hold it, Potter." Malfoy's
order stopped the Gryffindor in his tracks as the blond sauntered up to him.
Harry barely suppressed the shiver that went through his body as a warm hand
caressed his neck to land on his shoulder and he looked into the pair of gray
inquisitive eyes that came into his line of sight. "I want an answer. Why are
you going to the dungeons? To visit Professor Snape, perhaps?" Malfoy purred out
softly, smiling as he watched Potter swallow hard and nod hesitantly. "Why are
you going to visit him?"
"Something's…not right,"
Harry whispered in reply as he finally focused on Draco, eyes serious and
surprising Draco. "I feel that something is wrong and I'm worried."
"Why do you care so much all
of a sudden for Snape? It's not like you two have been the best of buds these
past six years," Draco asked quietly, curious as he stepped back and gave Harry
some room.
Harry glanced away and
mumbled softly, "Because he's like family." Draco's eyebrows shot up at that as
Harry looked up at Draco, a soft smile on his lips. "I don't expect you to
understand, Malfoy, seeing as I barely do, but Professor Snape has changed and
he's reinstating himself as part of the family that I care for. Now please…let
me go."
Draco tilted his head to the
side, watching Harry intently, while inside his mind whirled. He'd seen that
smile and it had made him melt on the inside and envious of his Head of House to
have such a tender feeling directed at him. He wanted that. As Harry's request
processed in his mind, he considered several options. He smiled then, delighted
as he saw how flushed Harry became when he did so. "All right…but I'm coming
with you," he said firmly, grinning as Harry blinked in surprise. He shrugged
and turned slightly. "He's my Head of House. If something is wrong, I should
check in on him," he added lightly.
"Why?" Harry blurted out as
he followed Draco, flushing as the blond cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Because, like you…I care
for him as family," Draco replied softly, stunning Harry silent as they headed
into the dark dungeons. Silence fell over them as their footsteps echoed in the
damp halls while both contemplated what had been said.
Eventually, Harry's
fidgeting returned and he finally asked in a rush, "Why did you kiss me?"
Draco looked at Harry
sharply, surprised at the sudden question before looking forward, fighting a
blush. He didn't answer for a while and Harry had almost given up hope of even
hearing an answer when Draco replied quietly, "Because I wanted to."
Stunned, Harry stopped,
which caused Draco to stop as well and the two faced each other, one uncertain
and the other unreadable. "Why would you want to kiss me?! You hate me!" Harry
asked, dumbfounded.
Sighing softly, Draco looked
up at the ceiling silently, thoughtfully. "Not everything is as it seems. Didn't
you ever wonder why I would always come after you?" he asked finally as he
returned his gaze to a befuddled Harry.
"Well I…not really…" Harry
admitted quietly as he toyed with his sleeve hem while looking down. "I just
thought it was because you were being a stuck up jerk who loved to torment me."
"No, Harry." The soft words
and the use of his name caused the Gryffindor to look up into the suddenly
gentle gray eyes of his Slytherin counterpart. "I did what I did…because I
wanted your attention, even if it was negative. I'm not exactly proud of how I
did it, but hiding behind a façade is far safer than being who you are in this
world."
"Draco…I-" But Harry
couldn't continue as a loud explosion shook the walls of the dungeon and sent
the two students stumbling for purchase on the suddenly bucking floor. "What's
happening?!" Harry cried in alarm as dust flew around them. Draco didn't get a
chance to answer as the walls suddenly crumbled in around them and they ran
away, heading farther into the dungeons. They leapt to safety, just as the wall
collapsed behind them, leaving them in pitch darkness.
Coughing echoed in the room
as the two young men tried to catch their breath. "Harry! Are you ok?" Draco
called before lighting his wand with a 'Lumos'.
"Yea! You?" Harry called
back as he came into the light, dirt covered and robes torn where chunks of
concrete had hit him. He smiled in relief when Draco stood with a nod, then they
both looked around in dismay. "We're trapped."
"There's another way out,
but we need to find the Professor and Sirius first," Draco replied grimly as he
looked down the opposite way.
"How did you…oh wait, never
mind." Harry stopped himself as he flushed in embarrassment as that particular
memory returned. Draco chuckled softly, earning a grin from the Gryffindor
before they headed down the hall. They both looked around cautiously, wands out,
as they took in the damage. "The wards are breaking. That explosion was
incredible!" Harry said in amazement.
"Yea, and dangerous. I just
hope those two are ok," Draco added grimly as they finally came to where the
Potions Master and his husband lived. Or…used to live.
Both stared in dismay at the
rubble and destruction. There was no more of the hallway after the destruction,
all of it having been blasted away. Beams, chunks of stone, and water fell here
and there. Where the quarters had once been was now a mass of broken beams,
wall, and furniture as well as potion ingredients. Both young men ran forward,
crying out for the two that had been caught in the mess.
But they didn't get far as
the walls shook once more with the force of the breaking wards. Draco cried out
a warning as the ceiling began to collapse in and he ran at Harry as the dark
haired youth stared in horror at the falling debris. They collided and fell to
the ground as the debris hit and dust flew up around them.
Harry groaned and coughed,
holding his head as it spun with pain. "D-Draco? Where are you?" he grunted out
as he leaned up onto his elbows before coughing again. He looked down as he felt
a heavy weight on him and a groan floated out and he smiled in relief. "Thank
Merlin! Are you ok?" he asked in worry as he sat up and tried to help Draco sit
up.
But the blond cried out and
his hand shot out to his leg, which was pinned underneath a large chunk of rock.
"My…leg. It's pinned…" he panted out in pain, his gray eyes locking with Harry's
concern filled green eyes.
"Ok, stay still. I'll see
what I can do," Harry whispered urgently as he gently laid Draco down as best he
could before going to examine the pinned leg. He winced as Draco hissed in pain
when he touched the bleeding appendage before crawling back. "It's pinned too
well. I can't get it loose and I lost my wand."
"So did…I…" Draco panted out
as he let his head fall back onto the ground, closing his eyes in pain. He tried
to breathe deeply, ignoring the pain, but it was intense. He blinked slowly as
he felt a cool, yet gentle hand on his forehead, wiping away the sweat on his
forehead and he looked up at Harry as the other young man leaned over him in
worry. "Harry, I…"
"Shh…just rest and try to conserve your strength. I can't have you passing out
on me. I need your sarcasm to keep me going," Harry interrupted, grinning softly
and earning a weak smile in return. "Just rest. I'll try to find a way out as
well as a way to help Severus and Sirius."
"How do…we know that…they
are…alive?" Draco whispered out painfully and feeling a pang of regret at seeing
the brief agony that passed in the vibrant green eyes.
"Because they are too
stubborn to die like this. Besides…we still have to find a way to ask them for
tips," Harry countered, grinning as Draco stared at him in shock as he winked.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over Draco's, smiling as the blond's eyes
fluttered close in pleasure before he leaned back up. "I want us to explore that
first kiss later, ok? So you have to hold on," Harry whispered softly, blushing
as a smile crept over Draco's lips before the Slytherin nodded. Harry returned
the nod before standing carefully and looking around. He went to the large
debris pile that was blocking their way out and shifted some of it out of the
way before facing the pile that was where the main door to Snape's rooms was.
He went over carefully and
checked it, then began shifting aside some of the smaller boulders. He kept a
running commentary going with Draco, encouraging the other to respond as he
worked. He stopped suddenly as he heard some scraping and some rocks rolled out
of the way as a muzzle poked through. "Padfoot!!"
The muzzle retreated and he
peeked in to find himself looking at a very dirty and bleeding Sirius. "Sirius!
Are you and Sev ok?" Harry cried as he began pushing away the rubble faster.
"I'm a bit injured, but Sev
is worse. He took some major hits from the boulders that I couldn't block. I
think a few ribs are broken as well as a leg," Sirius rasped out before
coughing. "And the fumes from the potion are getting bad, so watch what comes
out of this hole as you enlarge it. Are you ok?"
"I'm ok, just a few bruises.
But Draco's pinned and I think his ankle might be broken," Harry replied
quietly, flashing a slight grin at Sirius’ stunned expression.
