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Closing Games Drabble #7--Babblingbrook2

Original poster: snarrymod

Our seventh drabbler brings to us both wartime and post-war treats with fifteen connected drabbles.

Author: Babbling Brook babblingbrook42
Beta: West Wind
Ratings: Up to ~R
Warnings:Drag mouse over space if you wish to know: * ... Character death, but not Snape or Harry. *

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Wartime; Angst; Patronus
Rating: G

The ghostly, silver creature entered the room, landed on the chair next to Harry, and looked at him encouragingly.

Dumbledore was the only one he knew with a Phoenix Patronus. But, that was impossible. Should he trust it?

It waved its wings at him and looked expectantly at him, if not a bit annoyed.

No answers would be found just exchanging glances.

He held out an arm. The phoenix landed and rubbed its head against his cheek before looking Harry in the eyes. Its message rumbled inside Harry’s mind.

“I’ve information you need. Friday, 6 AM, Godric’s Hollow. Come alone!”

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Wartime; Angst; Godric's Hollow
Rating: PG

Harry arrived early to scout out the area and set a few wards. He waited in the shadow of his first home as the early morning light crept across the ground. He watched with wand drawn for any sign of movement. His grip tightened around his wand as Hermione’s voice told him how foolish this was.

There was movement to his left. He studied the area and waited.

A hand grabbed his right wrist. His wand was plucked from his hand.
Panic and anger built at his attacker. He cursed what a fool he had been.

“Thank you for coming.”

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Wartime; Angst; Oath Of Fealty
Rating: PG

Harry turned towards his attacker to lock on cold black eyes.

“Ring tone,” Snape said.

A memory unlocked and uncurled inside of Harry. They were in
Dumbledore’s office. Kneeling before Harry was Snape with hand to chest and head bowed.

“I, Severus Tobias Snape, pledge my fidelity to aid Harry James Potter in his search to destroy Voldemort and his Horcruxes.”

“I accept your oath,” Harry said.

Strands of golden light connected them.

Narrowed black eyes studied Harry after the memory. Satisfied, Snape pushed a letter, a phial, and Harry’s wand into his hand.

“I’ll contact you.”

He was gone.

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Wartime; Angst; Armistice
Rating: G

Once more, Harry waited in a deserted location for Snape.

Snape materialized from the shadows. Neither held their wands, but they were ready to draw if needed.

“Are you satisfied with the evidence?” Snape asked.

Harry nodded, never taking his eyes off Snape.

Snape held out his hand. Harry hesitated a moment before taking it. They shook.

“Pax,” Snape muttered.

“Pax. What now?” Harry asked

“You keep searching. I’ll help you destroy each, once found.”

“How do I contact you?”

“You don’t. I contact you.”

Harry scowled.

“It’s safer for both of us that way.”

He was gone once more.

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Wartime; Angst/Romance; Horcrux
Rating: R

The Hufflepuff cup sat on the table before them. Snape poured a potion over it. They both cast the spell at it. Black smoke wafted upward.

Snape let out a sigh. Harry slumped in his chair with relief.

“I need a drink. You?” Harry asked.

After downing one, he gave Snape a tumbler. He drained it.

Harry leaned in and kissed Snape.

Scattered clothing decorated the room as two warm bodies eagerly moved together in celebration of the Horcrux’s destruction.

“Stay,” Harry sleepily requested and slowly kissed up Snape’s neck.

“Only ‘til morning.”

“Alright.”

Harry pulled the blankets around them.

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Wartime; Angst/Romance; Knockturn Alley
Rating: PG

Harry waited in the shadows of Knockturn Alley. A familiar presence joined him in the hidden nook before pressing tightly to his back.

“The location of the last one,” the dark voice whispered in his ear as a slip of paper was pressed into his hand.

“I’ll take care of it. It’ll be over soon.”

Harry shivered in pleasure as a warm, moist tongue traced the edge of his ear. He turned and passionately kissed his informant.

“Be safe. I want you alive when this is over,” he whispered before Severus slipped away.

Harry read the paper and Apparated away.

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Wartime; Angst/Romance; Counter Attack
Rating: R

“We have to stop him,” Harry said.

He ran his fingers up the pale chest below his head. He circled a nipple teasingly.

“Yes,” Severus hissed with pleasure. “But how to protect Hogwarts?”

Harry rubbed against the naked side.

“I might have an idea,” Harry whispered in Severus’ ear before nibbling it.

Long fingered hands suddenly clamped around Harry’s hips and rolled him to his back. The larger body pinned him to the bed. His captured hands were maneuvered to rest over his head. Warm lips devoured his skin. A tongue ran up his neck. He moaned.

“What’s your plan?”

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Wartime; Angst; Trojan Horse
Rating: PG-13

“My Lord, this was outside our wards.”

Trembling hands presented a basket. Voldemort floated it open.
Hissing emerged. He peered in.

“How’d you get here?” he hissed.

Several snakes hissed their story of another speaker putting them in the basket as a gift.

“Enough,” Voldemort demanded. “What’s the blasted boy up to? Is this a challenge?” He laughed.

“My Lord,” shakily cried the Death Eater, “what should I do with them?”

Snakes slithered out of the basket and around his arms.

“Let them go in the garden!”

One snake with a discolouration on its head slithered back to the house.

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Wartime; Angst; Scorched Earth
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death

In the middle of the night, the snake found Voldemort. He sat in front of the fire mumbling. Red eyes locked on the snake.

“What’re you doing here?”

His wand was held loosely.

The snake crawled toward the chair.

The doors opened.

“My Lord, we are gathered,” his trusted follower said, bowing.

A transformation, a spell, and Voldemort was dead. Harry Potter stood over the decapitated body. He would not return this time.

The house shook to its foundation. Pieces started falling in. Unbreakable wards kept those gathered from fleeing. Warm arms wrapped around Harry’s waist just before the explosion.

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Postwar; Romance, Hurt/Comfort; Missing In Action (MIA)
Rating; PG-13

“We should return. Your friends are worried about you,” Severus said, running his fingers lazily through Harry’s hair.

“I don’t want to,” Harry said, nuzzling against his lover’s chest. “It’s nice… just you and me.”

“They’ll find us eventually.”

“Not if we wanted to disappear.” There was a pause. Harry sighed.

“It will be a mess: the people, the reporters, the Ministry, and none will help me clear your name.”

“That will be impossible.”

Harry sat up. His eyes flashed with determination.

“We will clear your name and even remove his mark, no matter how long it takes,” he promised.

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Postwar; Humour; Search And Rescue
Rating: PG

Severus nudged Harry to alert him to their visitors.

“They found us,” Harry groaned.

He removed his head from Severus’ lap, stood up, and grabbed his wand.

Severus closed his book and set it on the end table.

“What have you done?”

Harry mischievously smiled.

“I left a few surprises out back.”

A ruckus came from the yard. Harry sprinted to the back door, opened it, and stood in the doorway laughing at the rescue party. Ron, Kingsley, and Tonks dangled from the back porch like bats.

“Let them down.” Severus tried not to laugh. “I’m sure they aren’t alone.”

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Postwar; Angst; Hostile Territory
Rating: PG

Several Order members filled the small main room of the cottage, most glaring at Severus.

“He’s under a spell or something,” muttered Mad-Eye.

Ron voiced his own agreement.

Harry internally groaned. He constantly scanned the room for signs of attack. It had taken twenty minutes just to get everyone convinced that he would not let them hurt Severus and that he was fine. Well, some were not convinced on either count.

“What happened?” Hermione asked, trying to keep a level head and tone.

Harry explained. Severus remained silent. Only a few looked convinced. It was going to take a while.

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Postwar; Angst; Headmaster
Rating: PG

They all stood before the newly awakened portrait.

“Ah, so good to see you. Tea? Lemon drop?” Dumbledore asked. “Everyone looks quite agitated.”

Harry stepped forward, pulling Severus with him. Dumbledore’s eyes sparkled.

“They won’t believe me that Severus was… is on our side. Severus suggested that they talk to you.”

“So here you are,” Dumbledore said. He smiled benevolently down on them.

After a pause, he continued. “Despite how things look, everything Severus did was to help Harry defeat Tom.”

“But he killed you!”

“Just as planned,” Dumbledore assured.

Gasps and muttering filled the room. Harry shook his head.

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Postwar; Romance; Leaky Cauldron
Rating: PG-13

Harry and Severus sat in the Leaky Cauldron waiting on their food. The patrons kept glancing at them.

“It’s better than while we were clearing Severus’ name,” thought Harry.

He smiled at Severus who only offered a less severe grimace. Harry toed off his sneaker to slip his foot under Severus’ robes. Severus gave him a challenging look.

“Bored so easily?” Severus asked.

Harry shrugged. “You know me.” His foot rubbed up and down the leg.

Their food arrived.

“I’m sure a more appropriate place to… relieve your boredom can be found after we eat.”

Harry hurriedly ate his food.

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Postwar; Humour; Phoenix Tears
Rating: PG-13

“Hold out your arm!” ordered Harry. “Not that one, you git.”

He took hold of the desired arm. The dark mark was still visible beneath the skin despite Voldemort’s death months ago.

“It’s not going to work,” growled Severus.

“Don’t know until we try.”

Harry called his recently matured Phoenix over. She dropped two tears on the tainted arm. He cast a purification and exorcism charm in Parseltongue as the liquid covered the mark.

“See, it worked. You owe me dinner,” Harry triumphantly said.

“I remember no such bargain.”

“I’d planned dessert… in bed. Well, another time.”

“Italian sound good?”