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darth_stitchAs promised, the next chapter of As You Wish is dedicated, with much love and thanks to joannindiw whose generous gift of books came unexpectedly and just in time to brighten up my day.
Previous chapters of the misadventures of Hastley and Snapercup may be found at my Skyehawke site or the hpfandom site on my links list or just clicky on below:
Previous Chapters
As You Wish
by Darth Stitch
STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY
In Which Snapercup...er, Snape Does Something Rather Rash
Chapter 16: The Word of a Prince
Severus Snape knew that he and Harry were in Dire Straits indeed.
He took note of the fact that they were surrounded by Prince Voldemort, Count Lucius Malfoy and all his men, the fact that despite his own considerable talents at magic, they were badly outnumbered and that the only points of escape were either back through the Fire Swamp or by fighting their way through Voldemort and his soldiers.
The Prince looked down his fine elegant nose at them, as only royalty could, even if he happened to be the wicked sort, never mind the fact that he was the (ahem!) Second Most Handsome Man in All the World, no matter how much he tried to deny it. "I do believe that you have my Potions Master in your possession, good sir. I will make this quite simple, in terms that you will not fail to understand: surrender him now or die."
Harry, naturally, only had one answer to that. "Death first!"
Severus took note, with a mix of irritation and fond exasperation, how Harry had protectively stepped forward, placing himself between Severus and the enraged Prince. And so, he was forced to take certain steps, no matter how rash it seemed at the moment.
Papa sniffed. "I beg your pardon - he was only doing the sensible thing!"
Daddy made coughing sounds that oddly sounded like "Bullshit! Bullshit!" to Katerina. The little girl found herself giggling because Daddy was using a Bad Word and knew quite well that she was forbidden to copy what Papa called a "deplorable use of language."
"I thought it was rather sweet of him to defend Snape like that," Daddy pointed out.
"He's being a rash, imprudent, impetuous Gryffindor, that's what he is," Papa pointed out. "And he's an idiot to boot!"
Daddy gave him a sly look. "Perhaps Snape thought that he was being sweet too but he's too ornery to admit it."
At that, Papa swooped down and gave Daddy a brief, if rather intense kiss, which left Daddy looking delightfully dizzy.
Katerina rolled her eyes. "You two can snog later! We have to get Harry and Snape away from the wicked Prince!"
Daddy still looked a little dazed and Papa was looking very smug but he somehow managed to pick up where he left off...
And so, Severus did the only thing he could think of at such short notice. He drew out his wand and spoke a single word: "Stupefy!"
Harry fell unconscious, of course and Severus, with a great show of nonchalance, stepped over the young man's prone body and spoke to the Prince, "Forgive the boy, my lord. He's always been a little rash and he is an acquaintance of mine, a sailor back from his voyage. He was good enough to help me escape the Rat."
At that, Count Malfoy spluttered in protest and Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Escape the Rat? Why, whatever has he done?"
"Oh, he is the treacherous sort, my lord," Severus said quickly. "Planned to do a little bit of double-crossing and all that rot, sell me to the Dread Pirate Roberts. He is quite dead now, thanks to our combined efforts. In fact, I am quite ready to return to Hogsmeade and finally get to work on the potion you have commissioned."
"Excellent work, my dear Severus!" Voldemort praised.
"I would only like to ask a favor, my lord?"
"Ask and if it is in my power to give it to you, I shall do it. You have my word," the Prince promised.
"I only ask that you return this boy, safe and sound, back to his ship. I really wouldn't have been able to escape the Rat, much less make it out of the Fire Swamp alive, without him," Severus answered, praying that his story would be believed and that the Prince would do as he had asked.
"Done!" The Prince said expansively and motioned a soldier to bring along an extra horse. "Go ahead with some of my men. I have a Portkey at our camp which should take you back to Hogwarts Castle."
"Thank you, my lord." And Severus rode off, not daring to look back at Harry, not wanting to think of the look in Harry's eyes when he'd cast that spell, knowing that he would see him for the very last time. But he would rather have Harry alive and hating him than dead. He would not live through that again!
The Prince and Count Malfoy looked at the still-unconscious Harry. "Take him away, my dear Count. We are sure that you will find a way to suitably 'reward' this impudent youth who dares call himself the most handsome man in the world."
"Very good, my lord. I rather like the idea of trying him out on my new toy. He will make a most excellent specimen," answered the Count.
"That's what I like about you, Lucius - you do know how to amuse yourself," said the Prince dryly.
"And what of your sworn word to Snape?" asked the Count.
The Prince shrugged. "You know what they say, Lucius. 'Put not your trust in Princes.' "
And then, Voldemort smiled and it was not a pleasant expression, not at all.
-tbc-
Author's Notes: What? Sith here! Of course the next chapter's a-comin' soon! *cackles evilly*
With thanks totanyad for beta and jackoweskla for patiently putting up with some of my questions.
joannindiw whose generous gift of books came unexpectedly and just in time to brighten up my day. Previous chapters of the misadventures of Hastley and Snapercup may be found at my Skyehawke site or the hpfandom site on my links list or just clicky on below:
Previous Chapters
As You Wish
by Darth Stitch
STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY
In Which Snapercup...er, Snape Does Something Rather Rash
Chapter 16: The Word of a Prince
Severus Snape knew that he and Harry were in Dire Straits indeed.
He took note of the fact that they were surrounded by Prince Voldemort, Count Lucius Malfoy and all his men, the fact that despite his own considerable talents at magic, they were badly outnumbered and that the only points of escape were either back through the Fire Swamp or by fighting their way through Voldemort and his soldiers.
The Prince looked down his fine elegant nose at them, as only royalty could, even if he happened to be the wicked sort, never mind the fact that he was the (ahem!) Second Most Handsome Man in All the World, no matter how much he tried to deny it. "I do believe that you have my Potions Master in your possession, good sir. I will make this quite simple, in terms that you will not fail to understand: surrender him now or die."
Harry, naturally, only had one answer to that. "Death first!"
Severus took note, with a mix of irritation and fond exasperation, how Harry had protectively stepped forward, placing himself between Severus and the enraged Prince. And so, he was forced to take certain steps, no matter how rash it seemed at the moment.
Papa sniffed. "I beg your pardon - he was only doing the sensible thing!"
Daddy made coughing sounds that oddly sounded like "Bullshit! Bullshit!" to Katerina. The little girl found herself giggling because Daddy was using a Bad Word and knew quite well that she was forbidden to copy what Papa called a "deplorable use of language."
"I thought it was rather sweet of him to defend Snape like that," Daddy pointed out.
"He's being a rash, imprudent, impetuous Gryffindor, that's what he is," Papa pointed out. "And he's an idiot to boot!"
Daddy gave him a sly look. "Perhaps Snape thought that he was being sweet too but he's too ornery to admit it."
At that, Papa swooped down and gave Daddy a brief, if rather intense kiss, which left Daddy looking delightfully dizzy.
Katerina rolled her eyes. "You two can snog later! We have to get Harry and Snape away from the wicked Prince!"
Daddy still looked a little dazed and Papa was looking very smug but he somehow managed to pick up where he left off...
And so, Severus did the only thing he could think of at such short notice. He drew out his wand and spoke a single word: "Stupefy!"
Harry fell unconscious, of course and Severus, with a great show of nonchalance, stepped over the young man's prone body and spoke to the Prince, "Forgive the boy, my lord. He's always been a little rash and he is an acquaintance of mine, a sailor back from his voyage. He was good enough to help me escape the Rat."
At that, Count Malfoy spluttered in protest and Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Escape the Rat? Why, whatever has he done?"
"Oh, he is the treacherous sort, my lord," Severus said quickly. "Planned to do a little bit of double-crossing and all that rot, sell me to the Dread Pirate Roberts. He is quite dead now, thanks to our combined efforts. In fact, I am quite ready to return to Hogsmeade and finally get to work on the potion you have commissioned."
"Excellent work, my dear Severus!" Voldemort praised.
"I would only like to ask a favor, my lord?"
"Ask and if it is in my power to give it to you, I shall do it. You have my word," the Prince promised.
"I only ask that you return this boy, safe and sound, back to his ship. I really wouldn't have been able to escape the Rat, much less make it out of the Fire Swamp alive, without him," Severus answered, praying that his story would be believed and that the Prince would do as he had asked.
"Done!" The Prince said expansively and motioned a soldier to bring along an extra horse. "Go ahead with some of my men. I have a Portkey at our camp which should take you back to Hogwarts Castle."
"Thank you, my lord." And Severus rode off, not daring to look back at Harry, not wanting to think of the look in Harry's eyes when he'd cast that spell, knowing that he would see him for the very last time. But he would rather have Harry alive and hating him than dead. He would not live through that again!
The Prince and Count Malfoy looked at the still-unconscious Harry. "Take him away, my dear Count. We are sure that you will find a way to suitably 'reward' this impudent youth who dares call himself the most handsome man in the world."
"Very good, my lord. I rather like the idea of trying him out on my new toy. He will make a most excellent specimen," answered the Count.
"That's what I like about you, Lucius - you do know how to amuse yourself," said the Prince dryly.
"And what of your sworn word to Snape?" asked the Count.
The Prince shrugged. "You know what they say, Lucius. 'Put not your trust in Princes.' "
And then, Voldemort smiled and it was not a pleasant expression, not at all.
-tbc-
Author's Notes: What? Sith here! Of course the next chapter's a-comin' soon! *cackles evilly*
With thanks to
tanyad for beta and jackoweskla for patiently putting up with some of my questions. 
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