snarrymod (snarrymod) wrote in snarry_games, @ 2007-04-20 07:44:00 |
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Original poster: snarrymod
Title: Muggle Woe
Author: Lux (escapisms)
Team: Wartime
Genre(s): Angst
Prompt: Muggle Protection Act
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 7800ish
Thank you: djin7, chrome_animagus, perverteerno1, eeyore9990, joanwilder, and perfica, you all know why.
Disclaimer: *bee flies out of wallet in comical fashion*
Summary: An unwelcome guest knocks Harry askew
It was quite possibly the worst decision the Ministry had ever made. At least, in Harry's opinion and, at the moment, his was the only one he really cared about. He was sitting at the kitchen table, head buried in his arms with just his eyes and a tuft of wild hair peeking out. In the library he could hear Snape and Vernon and it made him seethe. He had no doubt that they were swapping Harry Is An Idiot stories, if their uproarious laughter was anything to go by. He had never heard Snape laugh like that before and it stung.
This was entirely the Ministry's fault. If it weren't for them, his uncle wouldn't be sitting in his library -- HIS -- drinking his really good alcohol -- Okay, Sirius' -- and laughing with his -- HIS -- par...Professor. That alone made him growl low in his throat. He'd been waiting his whole life for the day when he wouldn't have to live under the same roof as his relatives, free to make his own choices without them breathing down his neck. But now, he was being forced to house his last relation because the Ministry had suddenly got the silly idea that Wizards should protect Muggles instead of ignoring them. All Wizards and Witches were now required to put any blood family under their protection until such time as the threat of Muggle Extermination was over. Harry had never wanted to kill Voldemort quite so much as he did right that very moment.
Sighing heavily, and somehow managing to slouch even further in his chair, he listened as footsteps neared the door until it swung open and Snape came gliding in like shit on ice. "Moping, I see," he said, barely sparing a glance in Harry's direction before heading directly to the teakettle. It giggled when Snape picked it up and purred when he took it to the tap to be filled.
Traitor, Harry thought hatefully at it. "I'm not moping," he replied, voice muffled by his shirtsleeve. He watched carefully as Snape opened the pantry and began looking for something. When he came out with a box of the nice biscuits, Harry almost snapped. "Oh no," he cried and Accioed the box. "No way am I letting you feed him the good biscuits." And really, what was Snape thinking? They were the chocolate biscuits. Harry completely ignored the fact that the only person who ever ate them was Remus, but dammit, he wasn't about to let his uncle eat Remus' biscuits!
Snape crossed his arms and stared at Harry. "I beg your pardon? Vernon is a guest and therefore, he will be getting the good biscuits." He Summoned the box with a wordless crook of his finger. "Honestly, Potter, didn't anyone teach you manners?"
"Vernon!?" Harry sputtered indignantly, completely ignoring the barb about his upbringing. "You're calling him Vernon?"
"It is his name," Snape reminded him (as if Harry needed reminding!) and opened the box of biscuits.
Harry gaped as he tried to think of something to say -- something intelligently furious. All he managed to do was look like a fish and petulantly stomp his foot. He only felt slightly better when Snape choked on a biscuit.
Coughing into his fist, he glanced at Harry through watery eyes. "Did you just stomp your foot at me?" He looked quite close to guffawing.
"Shut up," Harry hissed and Accioed the box so forcefully that it made an audible smacking sound in his hand. "That isn't the point! The point is you're consorting with the enemy!"
Snape stared blandly at him. "I believe you said that's what I do best."
"Don't you bring that up," Harry growled back. "That's not what I meant and you know it! How many times do I have to apologize?"
When Snape raised his eyebrow, Harry almost snarled. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," he replied evenly, plucked the biscuits from Harry's hand with a pat to his thigh, and strode from the kitchen with the same air as if he still had his teaching robes. Just on the other side, Harry heard him talking conversationally with their "guest". "My apologies for keeping you waiting, Vernon."
"Not at all," Vernon Dursley said congenially and Harry nearly spit.
"Can you believe that!" Harry screeched before he remembered that he was alone in the kitchen again. Staring first at the silent pantry, then the stove, Harry wanted to shout at them for obviously taking Snape's side. "ARGH!" he finished and stormed up the stairs to his room where he promptly slammed the door.
The erect spout of the teakettle wept a tower of steam.