Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 7 ~ Bonding

“Well Raucous, that turned out to be one hell of a fiasco,” Severus said, pouring himself a drink, then carrying it over to the armchair in front of the fireplace. Raucous was perched on the back of it, and shuffled over to the left as the Potions Master sat down.

The raven was a bit off-color. Hermione’s repelling spell had thrown him for a loop, literally. It was a first for the bird. He had never expected the witch to be so prepared or to suffer such an indignity. He was the one who dished them out. He hunkered down as Severus sipped his firewhiskey. The Potions Master craned his head toward the bird.

“What did she mean when she called you a turncoat, Raucous?” he asked the bird.

Raucous stood up and hopped down to the table and looked up at the Potions Master. He started shifting from one leg to the other, looking at the wizard furtively. The Professor drew his eyebrows together as he watched the bird’s odd actions. As he did so, he started to feel a bit strange. Raucous continued his odd dance…it was hypnotic. Suddenly the Potions Master was aware of a magical stirring in the air. It was quite powerful. He tried to sit up but found he couldn’t move or even speak as the raven continued its strange dance. What was happening?

Suddenly Raucous stopped dancing and hopped on the Professor’s arm then up to his shoulder. The Potions Master felt the bird pulling at his hair as if moving it out of the way. Then he was aware of Raucous pressing his feathered head against his temple. There was a pulsing warmth, then Severus’ vision went doubled. He was looking toward the fireplace, but seeing it at two differing angles. He could also see the side of his own head. Then his vision cleared, and Raucous hopped back down to the table again. Severus could move now.

The Potions Master stared at the bird. Had it put a spell of some type on him?

Raucous shook his head.

NO

Severus blinked. He had clearly heard the word ‘no’ in a distinct male voice. He looked around his study, then at Raucous who blinked at him.

NO SPELL

Severus sat up in the chair now. He clearly heard that. He looked at the familiar.

“Raucous, is that you?” he asked the bird.

YES. NO SPELL. BOND.

Severus blinked at the raven. Of course, he was a true familiar. Familiars could communicate with their masters. Raucous had bonded with him.

YES.

Raucous bobbed his black head enthusiastically, then hopped about the table joyfully.

“You can talk to me now?” the Professor asked him.

YES. NOT GOOD. PICTURES.

“Pictures?” Severus asked the bird.

Suddenly he received an image of Hermione, colored red with horns sticking out the top of her head and an evil expression on her face.

PICTURES.

Severus snorted back a laugh at the image of the witch. To the bird, that was probably how Hermione really seemed right now, especially after repelling him across the room.

“So, Raucous, how did you come to me?” he asked the bird.

Raucous sent him images of himself in various households causing all kinds of mischief and being returned to the Magical Menagerie several times. An angry shopkeeper with a handlebar mustache accepted him back each time, looking angrier and angrier. Finally Raucous showed himself attacking the shopkeeper and shitting on him. The shopkeeper blasted the bird who fell into the arms of one Hermione Granger.

“Raucous, you mean to tell me she saved you, and you attacked her?” he asked the bird.

In response, the bird sent Severus an image of Hermione dressed in a frilly pink dress surrounded by sweets and flowers, little cupids soaring about, then one of himself apparently gagging. Then one of the Potions Master himself, scowling and surrounded by a kind of halo.

“Ah, she was too sweet for your liking. You preferred me,” the Potions Master said, smirking.

Raucous nodded. He was glad the Potions Master understood his sendings so clearly.

He then sent Severus images of Hermione disillusioning him, and him in the classroom watching. Then of her tying the tag around him and taking him into the classroom. Severus understood at once.

“Hm. I wonder why she gave you to me. Probably because we are so much alike,” the Potions Master mused. Absently, he petted the raven, who stretched out his neck appreciatively.

Raucous sent him her conversation.

“Raucous, do you know why I am giving you to the Professor? Because, he’s alone and needs something or someone to care about. I was hoping that you could crack the ice around his heart. If he opens himself up to you, he might open himself up to me in the future.”

The Potions Master raised his eyebrows at both Hermione’s statement and Raucous’ ability to send an actual conversation with moving images. He looked at the bird thoughtfully. Raucous could be invaluable to him as a spy. He would have to explore that further.

Now as to Hermione. What an idealistic, romantic, misguided little chit she was. Caring for a familiar was much different than caring for another human being. How could she even think such a thing would be possible?

He drifted back to the recent dressing down he received from the witch, while she wore next to nothing. She had more fire in her than he originally suspected. She also had a very sharp tongue…she had cut him up quite well with it. She thought he was a coward. Him. A wizard who lived in danger of discovery every day. Death was always a summons away. How could she consider him a coward?

Severus finished his firewhiskey, walked over to his liquor cabinet and retrieved the bottle, setting it on the table by the armchair. Then he walked over to his desk and took out a small wizarding wireless radio and set it on the table as well. Raucous had hopped back up to the back of the armchair, seeing the wizard lost in his own thoughts.

From his Master’s mind, the bird had caught flashes of a thin red-eyed wizard who looked too much like a snake to make the raven comfortable. He radiated evil…more evil than even Raucous cared for. The bird shuddered and fluffed his feathers, hunkering down on the armchair quietly as the Potions Master adjusted the radio until he found the classical music station he was looking for, then sat back down in the armchair and poured himself another drink. It was Saturday night, and he was ready to unwind and tie one on while listening to Vivaldi.

Three hours later found Severus with quite a buzz. Raucous was still sitting quietly, listening to the soothing music.

The Potions Master’s mind turned back to Hermione tonight, but he wasn’t thinking about what she said this time. In his alcohol-induced haze, he was thinking about what she looked like in that short little nightie. She was saving what was under it for him. But what was under it?

Suddenly he got an image of Hermione undressing. The witch was taking off her robes, her face scrunched up in distaste as she dropped them in a pile. She then removed her tee shirt, revealing a very well packed white brassiere, and a tight, rather muscular belly. She had a very small waist. Then she unfastened her jeans and pulled them off, showing white knickers and surprisingly long shapely legs for a witch her size.. Hermione reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, pulling it off. Her breasts were large and firm with dark areolas. She slipped off her knickers, revealing a curling chestnut bush. The witch turned around. She had a nice, round ass and flared hips. She walked into the bathroom, her buttocks shifting deliciously.

The Potions Master hissed despite himself. He had an erection. He craned his head around to look up at Raucous, who was staring at him.

“That was real?” he asked the bird in a slurred voice.

YES

“Shit,” he said.

Raucous sent him the image of two ravens mating,

“No…no…no,” the Potions Master said, his speech thick. “Won’t do. Don’t want her.”

Raucous hopped down to the table and then on to the Potions Master’s knee. He cocked his head at the tent in the dark wizard’s robes for a moment, then blinked up at him.

“That’s nothing. Physical reaction,” the Potions Master said, setting the finished drink down and standing up. This made his erection more pronounced. He weaved a little.

“Should go to the brothel…” he said a bit drunkenly. But he headed for the bedroom.

Severus pulled out his wand and divestoed his clothing. Stark naked he fell face first into the bed, climbed up and pushed his face into the pillow. After a moment he raised his head, his face contorted in disgust.

“What the fuck?” he said.

His pillow smelled of fish.

The Potions Master sat up, picked up the pillow and squeezed it in his hands. He felt the small fish inside.

“Bloody hell!” he yelled, throwing the pillow out the bed and grabbing another, sniffing it thoroughly before plopping down on it face first. He soon rolled over to his back, because his hard cock had been pressing uncomfortably into his belly. Now it lay against him, pulsing hungrily.

“Damn it,” he breathed.

Why did that bloody bird have to send him that image of Hermione undressing? He didn’t need to see that.

In the study, Raucous felt the drunken Potions Master’s anger towards him and flew up into the rafters, inching into the shadows in case the wizard came out blasting. The bird settled down, watching the bedroom door intently.

Severus lay there, the memory of Hermione naked stuck in his brain, his cock throbbing against him. If he wasn’t so lit he would have gone to the brothel for a blow job. But there was nothing he could do now but wait for sleep to come. He rolled to his side.

Damn that witch. Damn her.

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A/N: Raucous and Severus have bonded now. True master and familiar. Raucous gave Severus a real birds-eye view of Hermione too. Now Severus has an erection that won’t quit. Tsk. Tsk. Do we feel bad for him? I know I don’t. lol. Anyway, please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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