![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
(Naruto/HP) serious crossover fic
Um. No, this isn't the crack drabble thing i promised you, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maaya1x2. It's more of the serious crossover thing I posted ages ago, where Voldie manages somehow to summon Sasuke. XD
Thanks towindshades and joisbishmyoga for the help ^__^
all that was previously posted here. I added a tiny bit, so if you're obsessive you can read the last one or two paragraphs. It's not really anything essential though.
It took four Petrificus Totalis before the boy would stop twitching. Bellatrix was all ready to throw in a fifth, but Voldemort stopped her. Severus was glad -- he didn't want to deal with the result of a heart attack, and definitely didn't feel like mouth to mouth resuscitation. It was already unexpected that the boy would still be breathing -- albeit shallowly -- on his own.
Snape took two men to carry him, and followed Wormtail to the chamber. He stood at the left of the boy's head, wand drawn -- they'd been surprised enough that evening as it was.
Somehow, he wasn't surprised to see his eyes still open, and burning with rage. The Dark Lord had found himself a fitting vessel indeed. He ignored the anger and the hate, though; the boy was too pale and looked too drawn to still threaten him effectively, even without counting the Petrificus.
The room was dark, with no windows, no chimney and a thick, reinforced oak door that locked from the outside. There were anti-Apparation wards up. Snape nodded in approval, and directed the men to put the boy down on the rather incongruous hospital bed in the middle of the dungeon.
"You can wait at the door," he informed them coolly, leaning over the boy. He knew better than to make them leave; the boy was too dangerous for them to leave anyone alone with him, and asking for that would only make him look suspicious.
"The Dark Lord--" Wormtail started, even as the grunts stepped back obediently, one of them walking out to stand guard in the corridor and the other one leaning against the wall to watch over the proceedings.
"You can watch from the door well enough," the Potions Master snapped, and added contemptuously, "I didn't think you would actually want to be in range if it threw even part of the spells off."
Grimacing, the rat Animagus scurried back. Sneering, Snape turned back toward his charge.
A good cleaning charm later and the boy was a little less dirty -- not a lot less, but at least the drying blood on his arm had disappeared, along with some of the dust and dirt. He still couldn't tell what his original skin color was, though. Snape looked him over quickly, ignoring his powerless resentment. He reached for the weird arm-warmers and unbuckled them, and arched an eyebrow at the array of blades strapped to the teenager's forearms.
His fingers twitched as Snape took off the holsters.
"Don't strain too much," the man advised him in a soft, unconcerned voice. "You will only injure yourself." Inside though, he was mildly impressed. Four Petrificus piled up and the boy's body still wasn't totally frozen.
There were more weirdly shaped knives in the pouch strapped to his thigh, along with some round things -- bombs of some sort if he judged by the wick. He also found a length of wire around his waist; probably the only thing that had kept what was left of the boy's shorts up so long. The wire was difficult to remove -- it bit into the skin if you pulled too sharply. In the end he had to levitate the boy, whose powerless glare went up a notch, if that was even possible.
The long coil of wire went to pile with the other weapons. Snape continued his inspection.
The lone shoe -- open-toed, so strange -- was coated in mud, but if he trusted the rest of the boy's attire, it probably contained weapons too. Maybe something in the heel. It stank, though. He briefly toyed with the idea of asking the rat to check it out.
The leg-warmers had to be banished off him. One of them was caked with dried mud, and the other, shredded into tiny bits, left fibers in a few half-healed scratches. Two days old maybe? He pondered briefly at the necessary strength of the compulsion that would have made the boy ignore something so basic as cleaning his wounds. With such a strength of will as Snape had glimpsed, the power necessary to subdue him so totally and for so long -- and from so far away, he guessed, though he had no idea where the teenager was from -- should have left him a gibbering mess.
"So? Have you learned anything of interest at all?" Wormtail whined from his corner, disrupting his train of thought.
"It seems to favor bladed weapons," Snape replied silkily, and picked one up to consider the weird triangular shape. "These, in particular, seem especially suited to skewering."
There was a moment of silence, and then Wormtail stammered out, "W-well, I could see the... the knives on my own, but --"
"Then," Snape replied slowly, "why ever did you ask?" Inwardly, he seethed. Wasn't it obvious that he couldn't assess the boy's physical state before he was clean, for one thing? And wasn't it even more obvious that making him as harmless as possible came before taking care of bruises and aches and eventual internal trauma? The boy wasn't going to croak in the ten minutes it took for that.
Wormtail mumbled something, but Snape wasn't listening anymore. Turning back to the boy, he met his eyes for a few seconds, and then with a faint touch of apology, banished the tattered shorts and underwear, leaving him nude. Modesty was a luxury he couldn't afford, and that was too bad because looking at little boys was definitely not one of his favorite pastimes.
"S-Snape--"
"What," he demanded sharply, using a good Scourgify on the teenager. It probably hurt a bit -- the spell was powerful and might take off a layer of skin or two -- but he didn't want to bother giving him a sponge bath. To get that kind of dirt off, he would need to scrub for hours, and he didn't feel like touching the child any more than necessary. Once clean, he pulled a blanket up, covering him from the waist down. There, modesty -- and his eyes -- preserved.
"Why did you--"
"There rags it was wearing were a nest of vermin. Did you want to present the Dark Lord his vessel in such a state?"
"... Oh."
Snape caught the odd tone in his voice and concluded that the rat suspected him of pedophilia. His opinion of the man's intelligence dropped another notch.
The basic diagnosis spells he used next told him that the boy was physically exhausted, hadn't eaten anything in days and was mildly dehydrated. Frowning, he ordered the guard at the door to go get him water, and made a note to ask the Dark Lord permission to bring in someone trained as a nurse. Field healing, he could do -- sealing a freely bleeding wound for example -- but such ailments were beyond him.
The scratches on his arms and legs only required cleaning and disinfectant; the bruises a little healing salve, which he was carrying in one of his inner pockets. The wrenched right knee was a bit trickier, but the spell kept him unmoving anyway; that would take care of the worst of it.
There was a weird mark on the boy's neck, three dots that elongated into little points. It was black, like a simple ink tattoo, but as the one on his left arm attested, Snape had a more than passing familiarity with magical brands. He pulled a bit parchment out of his pocket and copied it down meticulously to research later. He couldn't reveal the underlying enchantments right now without taking off the Petrificus, though; they would have interfered.
Anything else looked normal -- if in outstanding good health -- and seemed to work properly, but he still clinically opened the boy's mouth to check his teeth, and then pulled up his eyelids.
... Hm.
"Lumos," he muttered, and hissed softly in surprise. The boy's eyes weren't only red, they were... there was a darker circle in the iris, at about equal distance from the pupil and the outer edge of the iris, and on that circle three black dots, slightly elongated at one end. They gave off the impression of spinning around the pupil, and spinning and spinning... he blinked, shaking off the faint hypnotized feeling.
"Uh. S-something wrong...?"
"Just strange -- stay where you are," he snapped as the rat stepped forward.
He was starting to seriously doubt his assumption that the boy was human at all. There was no doubt that he was in possession of some intelligence, but the eyes coupled with the strength and the weird swapping ability... Maybe some kind of demon, which the Dark Lord's spell had forced into a human-like body.
"S-strange how?" the rat asked. Was he standing on tiptoes to try peering over Snape's shoulder? The Potions Master sneered.
"It seems to have four pupils."
"... Four," Wormtail repeated weakly.
"In each eye."
"... r-right..."
Apparently it unsettled the coward. Snape slipped into his teacher voice without missing a beat. "The main pupil seems to constricts normally to the light. The three secondaries... hm. Curious. It does look like they're spinning from time to time, but that might just be the eyeball moving to accommodate a better angle of view..."
"... Oh."
The hate was still burning strong. He had a clear feeling that, should he be in the boy's -- or demon's, or whatever he was -- path if he got free... Well. This could be annoying, especially if he ended up freeing it on Albus' orders. He wasn't sure the boy would be anything approaching understanding.
He found a better angle, making sure that he couldn't be seen from the door, and whispered, "Legilimens."
+
In other news, my day seems to start at around two am these days. Go figure.
maaya1x2. It's more of the serious crossover thing I posted ages ago, where Voldie manages somehow to summon Sasuke. XD Thanks to
windshades and joisbishmyoga for the help ^__^all that was previously posted here. I added a tiny bit, so if you're obsessive you can read the last one or two paragraphs. It's not really anything essential though.
It took four Petrificus Totalis before the boy would stop twitching. Bellatrix was all ready to throw in a fifth, but Voldemort stopped her. Severus was glad -- he didn't want to deal with the result of a heart attack, and definitely didn't feel like mouth to mouth resuscitation. It was already unexpected that the boy would still be breathing -- albeit shallowly -- on his own.
Snape took two men to carry him, and followed Wormtail to the chamber. He stood at the left of the boy's head, wand drawn -- they'd been surprised enough that evening as it was.
Somehow, he wasn't surprised to see his eyes still open, and burning with rage. The Dark Lord had found himself a fitting vessel indeed. He ignored the anger and the hate, though; the boy was too pale and looked too drawn to still threaten him effectively, even without counting the Petrificus.
The room was dark, with no windows, no chimney and a thick, reinforced oak door that locked from the outside. There were anti-Apparation wards up. Snape nodded in approval, and directed the men to put the boy down on the rather incongruous hospital bed in the middle of the dungeon.
"You can wait at the door," he informed them coolly, leaning over the boy. He knew better than to make them leave; the boy was too dangerous for them to leave anyone alone with him, and asking for that would only make him look suspicious.
"The Dark Lord--" Wormtail started, even as the grunts stepped back obediently, one of them walking out to stand guard in the corridor and the other one leaning against the wall to watch over the proceedings.
"You can watch from the door well enough," the Potions Master snapped, and added contemptuously, "I didn't think you would actually want to be in range if it threw even part of the spells off."
Grimacing, the rat Animagus scurried back. Sneering, Snape turned back toward his charge.
A good cleaning charm later and the boy was a little less dirty -- not a lot less, but at least the drying blood on his arm had disappeared, along with some of the dust and dirt. He still couldn't tell what his original skin color was, though. Snape looked him over quickly, ignoring his powerless resentment. He reached for the weird arm-warmers and unbuckled them, and arched an eyebrow at the array of blades strapped to the teenager's forearms.
His fingers twitched as Snape took off the holsters.
"Don't strain too much," the man advised him in a soft, unconcerned voice. "You will only injure yourself." Inside though, he was mildly impressed. Four Petrificus piled up and the boy's body still wasn't totally frozen.
There were more weirdly shaped knives in the pouch strapped to his thigh, along with some round things -- bombs of some sort if he judged by the wick. He also found a length of wire around his waist; probably the only thing that had kept what was left of the boy's shorts up so long. The wire was difficult to remove -- it bit into the skin if you pulled too sharply. In the end he had to levitate the boy, whose powerless glare went up a notch, if that was even possible.
The long coil of wire went to pile with the other weapons. Snape continued his inspection.
The lone shoe -- open-toed, so strange -- was coated in mud, but if he trusted the rest of the boy's attire, it probably contained weapons too. Maybe something in the heel. It stank, though. He briefly toyed with the idea of asking the rat to check it out.
The leg-warmers had to be banished off him. One of them was caked with dried mud, and the other, shredded into tiny bits, left fibers in a few half-healed scratches. Two days old maybe? He pondered briefly at the necessary strength of the compulsion that would have made the boy ignore something so basic as cleaning his wounds. With such a strength of will as Snape had glimpsed, the power necessary to subdue him so totally and for so long -- and from so far away, he guessed, though he had no idea where the teenager was from -- should have left him a gibbering mess.
"So? Have you learned anything of interest at all?" Wormtail whined from his corner, disrupting his train of thought.
"It seems to favor bladed weapons," Snape replied silkily, and picked one up to consider the weird triangular shape. "These, in particular, seem especially suited to skewering."
There was a moment of silence, and then Wormtail stammered out, "W-well, I could see the... the knives on my own, but --"
"Then," Snape replied slowly, "why ever did you ask?" Inwardly, he seethed. Wasn't it obvious that he couldn't assess the boy's physical state before he was clean, for one thing? And wasn't it even more obvious that making him as harmless as possible came before taking care of bruises and aches and eventual internal trauma? The boy wasn't going to croak in the ten minutes it took for that.
Wormtail mumbled something, but Snape wasn't listening anymore. Turning back to the boy, he met his eyes for a few seconds, and then with a faint touch of apology, banished the tattered shorts and underwear, leaving him nude. Modesty was a luxury he couldn't afford, and that was too bad because looking at little boys was definitely not one of his favorite pastimes.
"S-Snape--"
"What," he demanded sharply, using a good Scourgify on the teenager. It probably hurt a bit -- the spell was powerful and might take off a layer of skin or two -- but he didn't want to bother giving him a sponge bath. To get that kind of dirt off, he would need to scrub for hours, and he didn't feel like touching the child any more than necessary. Once clean, he pulled a blanket up, covering him from the waist down. There, modesty -- and his eyes -- preserved.
"Why did you--"
"There rags it was wearing were a nest of vermin. Did you want to present the Dark Lord his vessel in such a state?"
"... Oh."
Snape caught the odd tone in his voice and concluded that the rat suspected him of pedophilia. His opinion of the man's intelligence dropped another notch.
The basic diagnosis spells he used next told him that the boy was physically exhausted, hadn't eaten anything in days and was mildly dehydrated. Frowning, he ordered the guard at the door to go get him water, and made a note to ask the Dark Lord permission to bring in someone trained as a nurse. Field healing, he could do -- sealing a freely bleeding wound for example -- but such ailments were beyond him.
The scratches on his arms and legs only required cleaning and disinfectant; the bruises a little healing salve, which he was carrying in one of his inner pockets. The wrenched right knee was a bit trickier, but the spell kept him unmoving anyway; that would take care of the worst of it.
There was a weird mark on the boy's neck, three dots that elongated into little points. It was black, like a simple ink tattoo, but as the one on his left arm attested, Snape had a more than passing familiarity with magical brands. He pulled a bit parchment out of his pocket and copied it down meticulously to research later. He couldn't reveal the underlying enchantments right now without taking off the Petrificus, though; they would have interfered.
Anything else looked normal -- if in outstanding good health -- and seemed to work properly, but he still clinically opened the boy's mouth to check his teeth, and then pulled up his eyelids.
... Hm.
"Lumos," he muttered, and hissed softly in surprise. The boy's eyes weren't only red, they were... there was a darker circle in the iris, at about equal distance from the pupil and the outer edge of the iris, and on that circle three black dots, slightly elongated at one end. They gave off the impression of spinning around the pupil, and spinning and spinning... he blinked, shaking off the faint hypnotized feeling.
"Uh. S-something wrong...?"
"Just strange -- stay where you are," he snapped as the rat stepped forward.
He was starting to seriously doubt his assumption that the boy was human at all. There was no doubt that he was in possession of some intelligence, but the eyes coupled with the strength and the weird swapping ability... Maybe some kind of demon, which the Dark Lord's spell had forced into a human-like body.
"S-strange how?" the rat asked. Was he standing on tiptoes to try peering over Snape's shoulder? The Potions Master sneered.
"It seems to have four pupils."
"... Four," Wormtail repeated weakly.
"In each eye."
"... r-right..."
Apparently it unsettled the coward. Snape slipped into his teacher voice without missing a beat. "The main pupil seems to constricts normally to the light. The three secondaries... hm. Curious. It does look like they're spinning from time to time, but that might just be the eyeball moving to accommodate a better angle of view..."
"... Oh."
The hate was still burning strong. He had a clear feeling that, should he be in the boy's -- or demon's, or whatever he was -- path if he got free... Well. This could be annoying, especially if he ended up freeing it on Albus' orders. He wasn't sure the boy would be anything approaching understanding.
He found a better angle, making sure that he couldn't be seen from the door, and whispered, "Legilimens."
+
In other news, my day seems to start at around two am these days. Go figure.
no subject
He's going to be soooo mad when he gets free. Uh. He will, right? Right?
XD
no subject
so pretty when he's angry.... and eventually, yeah... maybe... 9___________9
no subject
Sasuke's gonna kill you too. ^^
no subject
no subject
no subject
But I have the feeling Snape will be very confused by what he sees in Sasuke's raging little mind.
I really like this story, I'm so glad you updated it ^_^
no subject
This made me happy! Oh yes it did! And glarey!Sasuke was wonderful. And thoughtful-and-weirdly-considerate!Snape was great too!
no subject
no subject
no subject
And oh boy, Snape... that might not have been the smartest thing to do... o.O Would Legilimens work well on someone who doesn't speak your language, I wonder? He'd get images, but presumably he wouldn't be able to understand anything?
no subject
no subject
no subject
(Anonymous) 2005-09-13 07:25 am (UTC)(link)no subject
*wibbles at crack and you*
no subject
The Dark Lord wasn't stupid enough to let him finish.
Poor Sasuke! That must have been so unexpected... no courtesy at all! :>
Though actually, LV not being that stupid seems kinda up to debate.... ¬.¬
no subject
Random Saki-wannabe sketch
(Anonymous) 2005-09-13 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2005-09-14 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)Quand à Snape... Quel calme ! C'est vrai qu'il n'a pas dû perdre son sang-froid depuis...euh, depuis la dernière fois qu'il a vu Harry en fait. Mais il assure ! Sauf que rentrer dans l'esprit d'un Sasuke très énervé n'est peut-être pas une bonne idée...
Yeeh ! (euphorique)
Cholera
Have I told you I love you today?
*update!squee* WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This fic has me wibbling incoherently and I am teh happy you did not forget about it. :DDD
More congrats on your wonderfully complex Snape and unhappy Sasuke! Ah, Sasuke'll get his revenge. He's all about being an avenger, yup.
And I totally agree with the 'being able to see but not understand' idea with Snape's legilimen-thingie. *nodnod*
Hee... pedophilia... Erm, I have no idea what you're talking about! *
lick* xDOroVoldie OTP! <3<3<3 Give them love. *hugs* I wonder if orochimaru'll be really mad his ultimate vessel has been swiped by another snake-bastard. >.>;
Yay Language Barrier! Have fun with that. xP
I hope this fic won't take backseat to your other ones again! D: I would miss it so. It shall keep me going through my ebil advanced chemistry and algebraaaaaargh two! DD: *whineswhines*
but! but, don't let your fics screw your life okay? Hang out with friends, take long walks, play
videogames, read, be happy. Okay? :3teh Ryou
no subject
Oodles of love for the uber-dangerous (and rightfully so) Sasuke and Snape's careful handling of him. This is the only way this crossover is conceivable. *L*