shadowess (shadowess) wrote in santas_lap, @ 2007-12-24 01:03:00 |
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Fic: Wizard Harry (Snarry)
Title: Wizard Harry
Author: shadowess
Pairing(s): Snarry (are you surprised?)
Rating: PG 13/R
Warnings (if any): Aside from chan (super chan Harry is 10y/o), Possessive Severus, dark themes implied.
Summary: Severus has been watching Harry; now it’s time to act.
Prompt: #90 Prior to getting his Hogwarts letter, Harry is kidnapped by someone with ulterior motives--they plan to raise him to obey only them.
Author Note (if any): This is my first attempt at a HP fic, a fest, as well as chan. I figured if I was going to jump into the fanfic side of HP then I should go whole hog.
As well, I tried really hard to do smut, but it just wouldn’t work…I’ll try harder next time.
Around 2,600 words. Ketsurui who is my love for doing a last-minute-holiday-amazing beta!
Chapter 1: In the Park
Sullenly, he sat on the swing; head bowed forward, shoes scuffing in the sand below him. The wind ruffled his black hair and oversized clothing. I sit on a bench across from him, a muggle newspaper in my hands. I care not for the contents of the paper, only that it provides me a guise to watch him. I come and sit on this bench with my newspaper every Friday afternoon; the boy likes to sit on the swing just as often. None of the other children play with him, his oversized cousin sees to that. Sometimes the boy has bruises; no doubt the cousin is the reason for them as well. I’ve seen how the boy’s muggle family treats him, no better than a house elf. Soon this will change; his eleventh birthday is coming in a few months, and with that, his Hogwarts letter. With some cunning, I can have him before the owls take flight.
I fold up the paper and lean back on the bench and stretch out my legs. I dislike being out of my robes, but for the chance to watch him, it is worth it. I stand to remove my black trench; one of the few concessions I allow myself, the trench is similar enough to robes to make me not feel naked. Draping the trench over the back of the bench, I reclaim my seat. This May weather makes me long for cooling charms, but I can’t risk that the boy may sense my magic. Only at the opportune moment will I reveal myself to him.
I glance up at the boy and notice that he has started to swing. I quickly take up the newspaper mask and clench onto the paper as I watch him over the top of it. He has kicked off his shoes and socks and his smooth feet push at the sand to move him faster and higher. His small hands grip the chains, hands still chubby with baby fat, though the rest of him is quite thin. His small body rocks back and forth as he propels himself higher. I see the soles of his feet as he straightens his legs while going forward. Once he reaches the apex, his legs fold back into a tempting ‘V’. It looks almost like a trembling virgin sitting on a chair with their knees pressed together. They look at me, begging me to slide my hand up their spread calves, slip it between their clenched knees and slowly part their thighs. I have to shift on the bench after this vivid thought.
The boy raises his head and I see his green eyes sparkling and a smile on his lips. My breath catches at his carefree reverie, such a simple thing, but his joy is almost palpable. I realize at this moment that the boy will love being on a broom. Flying high with the wind in his hair, no chains will hold him to the earth, save those I put on him. I continue to watch the obscene rocking as he pushes himself higher. Soon, I tell myself, soon he will be mine. The rest of the children start to leave, some on their power, others with the gentle, or not so gentle, prodding from parents, guardians or babysitters. The boy doesn’t have anyone to call him home, no parents to lovingly convince him to leave the park. The sun is setting and soon only Harry and I are left. My heart speeds up as I realize that this is the moment; for the past year I’ve been a spectator in the boy’s life. Now I will become the one and only participant.
I fold the newspaper once more and lay it across my lap. The boy is still swinging, but he has stopped trying to propel himself higher. I concentrate on his right shoe lying in the sand beside the swing set; I picture it coming towards me. With a slight twitch of my fingers and a whispered Accio, the shoe slowly worked its way over to me. Harry doesn’t notice the shoe moving, but rather his head snaps up to look over at me. I knew it was a risk to use wandless magic in front of him. I catch his gaze and smile slightly. My stomach flips over as he smiles back me, like we just shared a big secret. His feet now drag in the sand and he focuses back on slowing himself. Once stopped, he hops off the swing and moves to collect his socks and shoes. Perplexed, he stands with his two socks in one hand and his lone shoe in the other. He scans the area where his other shoe should be while catching his lower lip in his teeth. I clear my throat and he looks up at me. I hold up his lost shoe to him. Tentatively, the boy moves towards me until he stands an arm’s length away.
“Hi!” he says and smiles once more.
“Hello! Is this your shoe?” I ask as I place the small footwear on the bench next to me.
He nods. “Yup, not sure how it got all the way over here.”
“Maybe it was magic?” I say with a smirk.
Harry’s smile gets bigger. “I can do magic sometimes!”
“Can you? What sorts of things do you do?”
“Once my hair grew back overnight after my aunt gave me a bad haircut.”
“Really, that is very interesting.”
“And little accidents happen too. Oh, and sometimes I get this tingling feeling like when I leave the house and just a minute ago while I was swinging. Can you do magic too?” Harry was almost bouncing on his feet, his eyes were sparkling and his smile was making me have to shift positions.
I lean closer to him and whisper, “Yes I can, would you like to see some magic?” His eyes grow wide.
“You can really do magic?” I smile and nod at him. “Can you show me?” Slowly I reach over into the pocket of my trench and remove my wand. The boy bounces on the spot. I put his shoe on the ground between us and point my wand at it. “Wingardium Leviosa!” The shoe slowly floats up into the air and Harry gasps. I direct the shoe to start to zoom around the park and Harry squeals and claps his hands. The shoe lands in front of him and he slowly reaches down to touch it.
“That’s amazing, sir! Can you re-grow your hair too?”
“I can make a potion that will grow my hair back.”
“You make potions too? Are you a wizard?”
“Yes, Harry, I’m a wizard, and so are you.” Harry took a wary step back.
“How do you know my name?”
“I heard that large blond boy call it one day.”
Harry relaxes and pouts, “Yeah that’s my cousin Dudley. He’s a bully. You said I’m a wizard too?”
“Yes, Harry, you can do magic and that makes you a very special boy. Would you like to see another spell?”
“Oh yes please, sir!”
“First you should put your shoes back on.” Harry nods and sits down on the bench beside me and put on his socks and shoes. When finished, he looks up at me and smiles. I stand up, reach over, grab my trench and toss it on. “Okay, for this one I need you to hold on to my hand and don’t let go. Alright?” Harry stands up in front of me and takes my outstretched hand. His little hand was baby soft, except for the fingertips which were callused, and it was warm in my hand. “Ready, Harry?”
“Ready!” I squeeze his hand quickly and close my eyes. I picture the main room in Spinner’s End and with a barely audible pop, we both disappear.
Continued in Chapter 2