[fic] A Series of Events - Chapter 1.5 - Extra

[babygray]

A Harry Potter fic...

Title: A Series of Events
Part Chapter 1.5 Omake
Author: babygray
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warnings: Chan (Harry is sixteen), MPreg, ABORTED MPreg. Canon-based... sort of. Typos. No beta.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: I can't say why I wanted to write an extra something, but I wrote four of them. This one takes place the night before Three Kings' Day.
Summary: In January, the impossible occurred. It took Severus till April to realize just what that was, and to believe.





These Three Kings

"I think we took a wrong turn," Balthazar said in a worried tone as they walked through the stone corridors. The painted face watched them with frighteningly realistic eyes. He shivered underneath his robes.

"No, this is the way," Caspar said, watching the needle on his device spin faster and faster. "He's close. I can feel it."

"Yes," Melchior said in his raspy voice, still out of breath from all the flights of stairs they had climbed. The torch in his hand wavered. "But... why here of all places?"

"I don't know," Caspar said, sounding only the slightest bit nervous. "But he is here. Of that, there is no doubt."

"We just have to find him," Melchior said.

"I hope he likes the presents we've brought him," Balthazar said almost wistfully. "Do you think they'll be too symbolic?"

"It's possible," Melchior started to say as Caspar stopped.

"He's here," Caspar said, pointing to a door that was nearly invisible in the torchlight.

"Are you certain?" Balthazar said.

"Yes," Caspar said, glancing over at him.

Balthazar nodded and knocked on the door. "Excuse us," he said as he opened the door wide. "We're looking for the Me..." His voice died as the torchlight fell on the two fiures rutting on the floor.

Melchior's face went white. Balthazar's face turned red. Caspar's lips tightened into a severe frown.

"Is... that the Messiah?" Melchior said weakly, clutching the front of his robes with his free hand.

"Which one?" Balthazar said breathlessly.

"They're possessed," Caspar said authoritavely. The other two looked at him. "They don't even notice us walking in on them." To prove his point, Caspar kicked the closer of the two with his slippered foot. The youth he kicked gasped as he was pushed forward, nearly collapsing on the man underneath him.

The man, as possessed as his companion, only groaned. "That's all you got?" he taunted the youth, who quickly countered with vulgar thrusts.

The man reached up and grabbed a fistful of the youth's black hair. He slammed his mouth against the youth's, gnawing at his lips in anger.

"I think we should go," Melchior said, his back to the scene as he struggled to compose himself.

"You're right," Caspar said with a scowl. He drew away, paused, and grabbed Balthazar's elbow to pull him away as well.

Balthazar slowly closed the door.