It all began with the Letter (Drarry)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen: The Encounter
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Hullo I apologise if it now seems messy or something haha just take note that the underlines after the paragraphs means another scene ok! :) Thanks for reading and do vote! I kinda slipped in some anagrams so huehue and a reference to one of my fav movies of all times so...
Btw this is a fanfic after all so there will be things that don't sit well with hardcore Harry Potter book followers so if you're one of them... Keep your opinions to yerself. Cheerios!

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'A big man in dark robes with authority over hundreds of students in Hogwarts. Take that away, and what are you?'

"Severus Snape, owner of the Siptoon Tamers, only the largest potion chain shop in the wizarding world. Oh, and not to forget, one of the top 10 richest bachelors as quoted by Bofrés. Now, if you would excuse me..." The ex-potion teacher answered snidely, glaring at the nosy reporter for a few more seconds, before stalking back into his house.

"Honestly, I open the door for a normal interview and what do I get? Snarky comments from a useless creature..." The robed man snarled to himself, huffing irritably. He strode towards his living room, snatching up the newspapers by the fireplace before heading towards the couch.

'My my, Severus!' a haughty voice chortled from behind him,' Have your defenses come down to this? No wards to keep unwanted visitors from popping by?'

Snape stilled for a moment, feeling an end of a wand poke into his back, before relaxing as he burst out into a loud guffaw after recognition dawned on him.

"I'd welcome you any day, Lucius. You are far from being an unwanted visitor! Now, to what do I owe the honour of your presence, Sir Malfoy the Great?" He questioned light-heartedly as he turned to face his visitor.

At the question, Lucius Malfoy's face hardened, eyes narrowed. If he had been an outsider, Severus might have taken that look to mean that Lucius was uncomfortable with his question, but since they had always been close since their days at Hogwarts, he understood perfectly that the look could only mean one thing.

Someone was in trouble.

Big trouble.

And Lucius had come to him for help.

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Harry awoke with a start. 'Crap, did I fall asleep on my armchair again?' he mentally groaned, a look of horror creeping up his face,' My boss is so going to kill me...' before stopping his train of thought. This wasn't his apartment. He peered down at the chair he was on. This wasn't his armchair either. Standing up, he winced as his head throbbed uncomfortably before wandering around this unfamiliar place. Cauldrons filled with bubbling liquids of various colours were lined up neatly along a workbench of sorts, and numerous stoppered vials were on the shelves flanking the workbench. Harry moved towards the shelves, and upon closer inspection, saw that the vials were labelled in a neat, cursive scrawl.

"Now where have I seen that handwriting before?" Harry pondered out loud, before walking towards a notebook filled with the same scrawl lying open on the table.

XX .XX. 20XX
Test subjects reacted well to Liquid Z. Grew back to original sizes after dosing them with liquid volume 7/77th of their original size.
Potter- 77kg
7/77 X 77000 = 7000
(Illegible numerical scribbles)
Liquid volume - 0.07777 dm^3

"Potter"??? What was this person doing for me? Well, whoever this apartment belongs to certainly doesn't know me very well...

The raven-haired man felt around his pockets for his wand, but discovered it to be missing. Noticing the wand next to the notebook, he snatched it up without a moment's thought and exited the room.