Warnings: Slash, Angst, Character death (don't worry it's not permanent - unless I'm in a really bad mood.), Death, OOC (I'm assuming Harry is out of character because I didn't even try to keep him in character. As for Severus, I don't know), possible crossover (still thinking about that one), blood, gore (probably no guts - ew), self-mutilation, Slytherins, melodrama.
Disclaimer: J K Rowling's characters would never act like this, therefore these can't be her characters, so whose are they? Mine. I don't own Harry Potter etc. but I do own their alter egos and the plot. Don't sue, just read and review. Even if you're homophobic - I've never got a flame before.
Shadow Magic - Part One, Severus Bound
Harry woke screaming, cruelly detailed images from his dream still flashing before his eyes. The boy-who-lived looked around at the sleeping figures of his dorm-mates, undisturbed by his pain due to the silence curse he had set over his bed. His friends. None of whom, the dark haired boy realised abruptly, could even begin to understand what he was going through. Though they would try. And he wouldn't want them to, because if they understood him that would mean they were walking in the shadows with him. They didn't belong in the shadows, they belonged in the light. Unlike him. "I've got to get out of here" he whispered.
As always, emotion translated quickly into action. Invisibility cloak. Firebolt. His wand. All the other possessions he cared about, already shrunk and hidden behind a photo inside the locket he wore about his neck. Gryfindor's golden boy held off the urge to run until he was past the fat lady's portrait. But not longer.
~Run. I don't belong here. The darkness can never belong in Gryfindor. They don't know what I'm going to do. What I have to do.~
A dark figure, scarcely detached from the shadows it resembled. His mind barely registered it as he continued to run. A muffled thud interrupted him, jarring through his body. He'd crashed into someone. The shadow. Not hard enough to knock either of them over, just enough to shatter his thoughts and what composure he had left. Warm dark robes wound about him briefly, laced with a mingled scent of liquorice and aniseed that he found subtlely reassuring. He flinched back at the contact and turned blindly to push past them.
Green-gold eyes met black traced with silver.
"Snape"
"Potter"
~Trust him don't trust him hate him kill him he hates you run he doesn't understand.~
"You do make a habit of breaking the rules, don't you Potter?" Scorn dripped from every syllable. "We wouldn't want you to believe you can get away with that sort of behaviour, would we?"
~He doesn't understand.~ The thought had all the childish petulance he had avoided so well when thinking of his friends. ~He didn't even try to understand.~
" . . . one hundred points from Gryfindor, Potter."
The troubled swirl of emotions focussed into anger within a heartbeat.
~I'll make him.~
Snape was an excellent fighter, but he wasn't expecting the attack. Harry's fists curled into the robes at the professor's throat and lifted him off his feet just enough to slam him against the stone-block wall. The mad glitter in green eyes rivalled the shadows in ex-deatheater black ones. Shredded them.
"I don't care about house points. You can get me expelled for all I care." Harry snarled, his hands tightening around the professor's throat. "In three days time I will be dead. You have no idea how I feel." The boy uttered that last sentence like a condemnation.
Emerald dark power flared to life between them, tightening to form ropes that bound the two together. Severus thought they felt remarkably like chains.
"But you will.
My pain is your pain,
Your heart is my heart.
I am thine, as thou art mine
Until death do us part
For the last time."
"What have you done to me?"
"Only given you a chance to understand. Don't worry, Professor" Harry added viciously. He could feel the anger/hatred/confusion bubbling through their newly created link. "It's not as if it's permanent - The spell will break when I die. Three days, Snape."
"But why?" he managed finally
Harry laughed. "You're not the only Slytherin here, Professor. And I have no desire to suffer alone." An almost regretful expression crossed the boy's face as his fist connected with Snape's temple and he watched the tall figure crumple to the ground.
~ End of Part One ~
When I first wrote this I had no real intention of continuing it past the first chapter, but now I don't think it will let me let it die. Please review - advice, adulation, or indeed any feedback at all, would be welcomed. I'll write this anyway of course, just slower.
Fare . . . well.
Until we meet again.
Eris, Goddess of Discord
