a/n: Snape is not prejudiced against any houses.... Maybe against Gryffindors more. He is just his normal self with the snarky attitude.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J. does.
We All Have a Choice
Everyone has a choice but what makes them feel as if they have no choice is the fact that if they choose the other choice, they hurt their loved ones. For Harry Potter, people might say that he has no choice but to save the Wizarding World and defeat Voldermort aka Tom Marvolo Riddle but Harry doesn't want to ever do that and so he rebelled. All Harry Potter wanted is to live normally; learn spells, grow up to be a healer. More importantly, have the courage to confess to his crush that he's been drooling over but that just isn't possible. Not only is he the enemy of the whole fucked-up Wizarding World but he also killed Harry's parents so why does he lust over him?
This is just great… Detention with Snivellus Snape. Not to mention Draco and Blaise's fight giving me a headache. Parkinson's also annoying me to the edge of hell or worse, I'm already in it, Harry thought. Harry looked at his watch and cursed as he realized that he is late for detention by five minutes. He hurried to the dungeons and entered Snape's bat cave. "Ever heard of knocking Potter?" He said venomly. "10 points for barging in a professor's room and another 10 points for arriving late to detention, Mr. Potter." He sneered. Harry rolled my eyes, seeing as the point means nothing to me. Snape went to a portrait on the corner of his cave and mentioned a password. The door swung open and he entered. What the fuck is he pulling? Harry though suspiciously. "Well come in boy, I don't have all night unlike you who have oh-so-much free time." Harry glared at him right after he turned his back but entered nonetheless.
Not bad for an old bat; his room's sparkling but his attitude so need a polish. The wall is made out of carved stone. On it you could see a portrait of someone resembling Snape. Next to it is another portrait with a pretty lady but she didn't catch Harry's interest for he was gay. The floor is carpeted with burgundy-violet posh carpet. The thing that caught Harry's eyes is the Dark Mark on Snape's arm. "Potter, do you fancy my lord Voldermort?" Harry snapped his head to look at Snape as he asked the question while panic ran through his head and his eyes showed the obvious answer. "I see. You just answered my question." Snape sneered. "May I ask why?" Snape questioned coolly. "I don't know what you're talking about. Why the fuck would I like Tom? Harry gasped as he realized he just called Voldermort Tom. He flushed deep red as he gave his secret away. Snape smirked and said, "5 points for bad language and you suck at lying, Potter. I've seen you stare at my lord when you think no one is looking and I can assure you, it was not out of hate." Harry looked down embarrassed as his eyes start too water. "So what? It's not like he's gonna start to like me. Why are we even talking about this?" Snape sighed heavily. "I think you should go visit him." Harry looked at Snape with disgust and said, "So he can kill me?" Harry turned around and started to run to the door with tears running down his cheeks.
"Harry, wait!" Harry stared at Severus incredulously. "Did you just call me Harry?" Severus's cheek was a bit coloured instead of the pale ghost color. "Brat. Never mind that. Trust me on this. Will you pay a visit to Voldermort already?" Harry didn't flinch like everyone did when hearing You-Know-Who's name. He huffed while nodding and muttered, "On one condition, no wands. Okay Severus?" Severus glared at him and nodded nonetheless. "Come back tomorrow night, boy." Harry frowned upon being called boy. He rolled his eye, "Don't call me boy. It brings bad memories. Call me Harry, Severus." He murmured loud enough for Severus to barely hear. He raised his eyebrow and decided that he already put Harry in enough predicaments. Harry looked at Severus and both of them made a silent agreement to meet in the dungeons tomorrow night at the same time. Harry turned to leave and said, "Night, Severus." He felt the need to say that and was actually surprised he answered. "Good night, Harry." He left the dungeons and was shocked it has been an hour since he entered Severus's bat ca— room.
Harry went straight to the Slytherin dorms and mentioned 'Mon chevalier dans l'armure brillante' as the password. He rolled his eyes thinking that whoever came up with that password is some blind fantasy romantic person. The portrait swung open and he went into the Slytherin common room and sat in front of the hearth trying to warm up from being in the cold, bleak dungeon. Harry reminisces on his 16-year-old life while staring at the blazing fire. The Dursleys made him their slave and the things they did to him were unspeakable with only the scars all around his body to sound. Especially Dudley fucking Dursley who laid his hand on places where he didn't want it to be. The worst was him. The others just gave him hard chores but they never physically abused him. Then when he entered Hogwarts, that became his refuge but during the holidays, he had to go back there and endure the wrath of Dudley. The he met Lisa Reinhardt; one of the girls in his muggle neighborhood who helped him through Dudley's abusing habits. They tried fending Dudley off Harry but it became worst instead. Lisa ended with a fractured arm and Harry like always became a punching bag.
When he entered Hogwarts, he made another friend which is Draco Malfoy, the Ice Prince of Slytherin and made his first enemy also on the first and guess who? The Weasel. He was then sorted into Slytherin and Harry just couldn't figure out why the Great Hall was all silent. until someone told him Voldermort was from Slytherin and he also killed Harry's parents. Strangely enough, he felt nothing, not remorse or anger nor happiness so he said the only thing that occupied his sole mind, "SO?" When they heard this, the shocked yet happy Slytherins started to applause for Harry.
As beautiful as Draco was, Harry just couldn't see him as more than a close dear friend or a brother. Draco was not-so-surprisingly smart. He taught Harry from Potions to Divination and Harry in turn played Match Maker and got Blaise and Draco together. Draco, Harry and Blaise are considered the top student of Hogwarts. They were smart and attractive but because everyone knew Blaise and Draco was gay, they went after Harry who was also gay but no one knew about his preferences except for Draco and of course Draco couldn't keep anything from his boyfriend so Blaise also knows. Draco just let his Malfoy mask down in front of Harry and Blaise.
Draco is actually nice and part of the reason he is so rude is because he's a Malfoy and the other reason is because he says things without thinking even if he means well. This is why he unknowingly hurts other people's feelings until they shed a tear. Blaise and Harry are trying very hard to teach him how to speak well. Now they are in the fourth year, Draco also changing bit by bit but his Malfoy mask never comes down except when danger strikes either Harry or Blaise. Even though they have done so much for Harry, he never once told them who he liked especially not when Draco mentioned that he has no interest in becoming a Death Eater and he doesn't like but he doesn't hate Voldermort either. Draco just thought it was best not to get in his way if he favored his life.
Harry was snapped out of his trance when he noticed a presence coming down the stairs. He gripped his wand without a second thought. He heard a voice coming from the top of the staircase saying, "Harry, relax. It's me, Draco." Harry sighed and released his wand from his grasp. Draco came down wearing silk green pajama with a green-silver bracelet identical to Blaise's ones. "Dray, right now I'm wondering if you can read minds." Harry mused. Draco looked at him dumbly and said, "I understand you too much. That's why." Harry rolled his eyes and thought if he should tell Draco about his crush.
Harry fumbled with the hem of his robe while arguing mentally with himself if he should tell Draco about his crush.
"Um, Draco…" Harry started. Draco's eyes instantly focused at him. "Harry, what's wrong? The only time you say my name is when you're telling me something extremely important." Harry looked sheepishly at him and said, "You know me too well." His expression turned serious. "I want to meet the Dark Lord." Draco growled in annoyance but still said, "If you wish but what do you need me for?" Harry started again. "I'm not finish yet. It's because I like him."
Draco gaped at him and sighed, "I knew it!" Harry looked at him questioningly. Now it was Draco's turn to fumble with his robe.
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