A Game of Fetch (Omake)
Still waiting for someone to do a story that interprets the Prophecy literally. Specifically the one who approaches who was born at the end of the seventh month being Snape walking up to the room to eavesdrop, because he's a September baby. He's also the only Marked half blood with a muggle father and witch mother.
Severus Snape looked at the potion. Within the confining circle. It'd been... tricky to brew, took a year and a day, and had to be started on a very precise day.
Getting the muggle doctor to operate on Harry Potter, excise his scar. In some ways that hadn't been too difficult. The hard bit was seeing the boy, figuring-out exactly what his scar was, the secret research, the dealings with the dangerous people, who owned the forbidden books.
But. He owed Lily that much. If only he'd understood at the time what was going on. What his report to Riddle would cause.
He had to deal with things as they were.
Summoning the FiendFyre? Researching a spell to help confine it, so he could get to know it, train it? Tricky, but do-able.
The flaying spell he'd used on his arm, to remove the Mark. So far the pain relief spell was holding, but, once that failed... Had he crippled himself? He'd see.
Draw the potion into the pure crystal flask. Add the scar-tissue, the flayed-off, Mark, both ritually cleaned. Cap with a muggle atomiser, spray the UK map, then the globe of the world.
A deep breath.
Release the confinement on the Fyre. Watch it, only slightly bound by his will, sit, eagerly, before him. Cast it the map, the globe.
"Rover! Kill!"
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Wuff!**
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AN: This is deliberately a one-off 'snapshot' - if you're interested in background, maybe what comes next, see
speculations.