Title: Faded Existence
Author: SeveredMind (ThadenCrow@aol.com)
Pairing: SS/HP LV/HP
Rating: R
Summary: It has been two years since anyone has last seen Harry and so was left for dead. Alone, Severus agonizes over the loss of his beloved, but upon being reunited with his lost love...only pain can be found added to his torture. Seventh year is to begin, what surprises are to be expected for those who abandoned the Boy Who Lived are now beginning to unravel.
Author's Note: Altered some bits. Hope you like. Please read and review; all feedback welcomed.
TO BE FORGOTTEN
Two years. It had been two years since Harry Potter was first discovered missing from his home at Privet Drive. The house was found demolished with only smoldering piles of debris left littering the area. The Dursleys, surprisingly, had been spared if not roughened a bit from the ordeal. But the fact still remained that the Boy Who Lived was gone, taken long before he could even start his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Distraught consumed the entire wizarding world as news of their expected savior being abducted spread. For months, Aurors were sent searching for the missing boy, only to turn up empty-handed. The mounting efforts were proving more useless than the last. It was only after the first year that the searches started to become more infrequent before finally stopping. He was suspected and left for dead by this point.
Everyone it seemed was keen on quickly accepting the loss of Harry Potter. The thought of the boy enduring months of torture and still living was near unbearable. Death and peace thereafter was a far better fate to believe in for the young wizard. Even if it was denial, ignoring the reality of painful possibilities was far simpler, easier and more convenient for their own sakes. After all, a war was still brewing, isn't that enough to justify their actions?
However, there was one who lingered on the slightest hope that Harry may still be alive. Severus Snape, secret lovers with Harry Potter, spent nights praying that the young man, who managed to creep into his heart, would someday return. To give himself another chance to hold him, to cherish his young lover as the Gryffindor ought to have been without his holding back (having feared he would get hurt in the end)...to finally confess his love. Throughout their time together, he had yet to say "I love you" to his beloved.
But now it was growing more unlikely that he'd have the chance. Guilt and sorrow ate away at his heart with each passing day. Each morning spent waking to an empty bedside, the space cold and untouched where Harry should have been, but was not. It was an excruciating reminder of his utter loneliness.
Severus was currently laying in said bed, his back turned, facing away from the hollowed vacancy at his side. The Potions Master's brooding was interrupted when a fiery pain shot through his left arm; he was being called. Reluctantly he rose, assembling the proper attire before heading for the designated apparating point off of Hogwarts' grounds. With a loud "pop" he arrived with the rest of the Death Eaters, assuming his role as the dutiful minion, but was in fact a spy for the Order.
Briefly, he wondered whether they were summoned for yet another pointless task. It was peculiar how Voldemort chose not to use Harry's absence to his advantage and strike full force on the wizarding world. It was as though he were biding his time. Nothing was absolutely for certain, therefore nothing could have been reported back to the Order. It had been months of minor activity, as to why exactly was puzzling. Surely, if Voldemort had indeed captured Harry he would have eliminated the boy by now, after all it wasn't a secret as to how much the Dark Lord loathed the Boy Who Lived. Then, why?
A billow of black robes whispered the arrival of the Dark Lord, his foreboding presence gliding towards the ornate throne, while crimson hues surveyed his subjects from pale, serpentine features. Massed Death Eaters lowered themselves in submissive gestures, bowing humbly to their Master, acknowledging the glory that was Lord Voldemort. Once seated, he placed his elbows atop the armrests, his fingers steepled in front of him as he spoke.
"Rise," commanded the sibilant voice and such was obeyed. "The time has come that all shall be set into motion. I have been waiting for this moment to arrive and now that it has, I'll be able to commence what has been postponed due to certain inconveniences."
Those bloody eyes narrowed viciously as he carefully scrutinized those shifting uncomfortably before him. Severus understood now; Voldemort knew there was a spy among his Death Eaters. Because of this, he had been purposely giving them pointless missions so as to sway their attention from his true intentions. Severus would have been irritated for his wasted time if not grateful the Dark Lord hadn't yet discovered the traitor was him.
"Soon, the Ministry will fall and that fool, Dumbledore, will succumb under my rule. The side of light will crumble under our strength...isn't that right, my pet?"
"Yes," was the soft reply.
Every masked face turned to look behind them abruptly for the source of the voice. Severus almost choked upon hearing that oh so familiar voice; there was no doubt in his mind who the speaker was. There, making his way through the Death Eaters towards Voldemort, was Harry Potter. His Harry. Severus couldn't believe it, his heart was pounding frantically while eyes widened in a mix of shock and horror. This just couldn't be!
The graceful steps and gentle sway of tempting hips was exactly how he had remembered, though flawless skin was even paler than he recalled, almost translucent but beautiful nonetheless. The lithe frame was clad in tailored, black dueling robes that clung lovingly around the lightly muscled form. Once wildly tousled hair was tamed and lengthened, reaching in a lavish waterfall of silken ebony to a slender waist, the strands tied neatly with a matching black, velvet ribbon. The awkward, but endearing, glasses were removed leaving that delicate face unadorned, though framed by rich, dark bangs.
And those eyes. Vibrant emerald pools were filled with the same warmth, but an underlying barren coldness was apparent; the genuine tenderness gone under the submersion of emptiness, there lacked any sense of true recognition.
Severus yearned to embrace his beloved and find out what was the matter, but refrained himself from doing so. The Potions Master's heart beat faster as his Harry was making his way closer to him. He was coming right towards him...
And passed right by his lover without a second glance. Severus felt as though the entirety of his chest collapsed, his heart plummeting to the dark, abysmal depths at being shunned so coldly. Pained obsidian eyes, covered thankfully by the Death Eater mask, watched in a tormented daze as Harry strode onward to Lord Voldemort. The serpentine figure held his arms wide, seeming to beckon the boy and when he did draw near, wrapped his arms possessively about the slim waist.
Cradling the boy on his lap, a malicious smile spread across ivory features while his precious bundle nestled closer. Harry was nuzzling the Dark Lord's cheek, thus drawing strong reactions from aghast and perturbed Death Eaters all around. A satisfied smirk replaced the smile before a hushed whisper was spoken, telling Harry to stop his ministrations for the time being, bringing a disappointed and reluctant mew from pouting lips. Voldemort chuckled lightly, then gave an affectionate kiss onto Harry's forehead in promise of later surprises for him in their chambers. Turning his attention back to the recovering Death Eaters, Voldemort continued his speech in a low hiss.
"In a few days my pet will return to Hogwarts for he shall be the key in bringing me Dumbledore's downfall. Therefore, eliminating the major obstacle in my path. Severus, I would like for you to have the honor in informing the old fool when you return."
The Potions Master was surprised by this. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tentatively spoke in question, his voice somewhat strained although the cunning Slytherin hid it well.
"My Lord? Would not catching the Headmaster unawares be more effective?"
"Nonsense," again that eerie smile, not even fazed by his subject's questioning of his plans (which would usually anger him to no end), "I want Dumbledore to know. I want him to realize that even with all the power he wields, he is absolutely helpless in saving the Boy Who Lived because he belongs to me, now. Isn't that so, my pet? You're mine."
"Hmmm," he purred, an angelic look of undying trust was shown as he gazed lovingly at Voldemort, "always."
TBC...
Author: SeveredMind (ThadenCrow@aol.com)
Pairing: SS/HP LV/HP
Rating: R
Summary: It has been two years since anyone has last seen Harry and so was left for dead. Alone, Severus agonizes over the loss of his beloved, but upon being reunited with his lost love...only pain can be found added to his torture. Seventh year is to begin, what surprises are to be expected for those who abandoned the Boy Who Lived are now beginning to unravel.
Author's Note: Altered some bits. Hope you like. Please read and review; all feedback welcomed.
TO BE FORGOTTEN
Two years. It had been two years since Harry Potter was first discovered missing from his home at Privet Drive. The house was found demolished with only smoldering piles of debris left littering the area. The Dursleys, surprisingly, had been spared if not roughened a bit from the ordeal. But the fact still remained that the Boy Who Lived was gone, taken long before he could even start his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Distraught consumed the entire wizarding world as news of their expected savior being abducted spread. For months, Aurors were sent searching for the missing boy, only to turn up empty-handed. The mounting efforts were proving more useless than the last. It was only after the first year that the searches started to become more infrequent before finally stopping. He was suspected and left for dead by this point.
Everyone it seemed was keen on quickly accepting the loss of Harry Potter. The thought of the boy enduring months of torture and still living was near unbearable. Death and peace thereafter was a far better fate to believe in for the young wizard. Even if it was denial, ignoring the reality of painful possibilities was far simpler, easier and more convenient for their own sakes. After all, a war was still brewing, isn't that enough to justify their actions?
However, there was one who lingered on the slightest hope that Harry may still be alive. Severus Snape, secret lovers with Harry Potter, spent nights praying that the young man, who managed to creep into his heart, would someday return. To give himself another chance to hold him, to cherish his young lover as the Gryffindor ought to have been without his holding back (having feared he would get hurt in the end)...to finally confess his love. Throughout their time together, he had yet to say "I love you" to his beloved.
But now it was growing more unlikely that he'd have the chance. Guilt and sorrow ate away at his heart with each passing day. Each morning spent waking to an empty bedside, the space cold and untouched where Harry should have been, but was not. It was an excruciating reminder of his utter loneliness.
Severus was currently laying in said bed, his back turned, facing away from the hollowed vacancy at his side. The Potions Master's brooding was interrupted when a fiery pain shot through his left arm; he was being called. Reluctantly he rose, assembling the proper attire before heading for the designated apparating point off of Hogwarts' grounds. With a loud "pop" he arrived with the rest of the Death Eaters, assuming his role as the dutiful minion, but was in fact a spy for the Order.
Briefly, he wondered whether they were summoned for yet another pointless task. It was peculiar how Voldemort chose not to use Harry's absence to his advantage and strike full force on the wizarding world. It was as though he were biding his time. Nothing was absolutely for certain, therefore nothing could have been reported back to the Order. It had been months of minor activity, as to why exactly was puzzling. Surely, if Voldemort had indeed captured Harry he would have eliminated the boy by now, after all it wasn't a secret as to how much the Dark Lord loathed the Boy Who Lived. Then, why?
A billow of black robes whispered the arrival of the Dark Lord, his foreboding presence gliding towards the ornate throne, while crimson hues surveyed his subjects from pale, serpentine features. Massed Death Eaters lowered themselves in submissive gestures, bowing humbly to their Master, acknowledging the glory that was Lord Voldemort. Once seated, he placed his elbows atop the armrests, his fingers steepled in front of him as he spoke.
"Rise," commanded the sibilant voice and such was obeyed. "The time has come that all shall be set into motion. I have been waiting for this moment to arrive and now that it has, I'll be able to commence what has been postponed due to certain inconveniences."
Those bloody eyes narrowed viciously as he carefully scrutinized those shifting uncomfortably before him. Severus understood now; Voldemort knew there was a spy among his Death Eaters. Because of this, he had been purposely giving them pointless missions so as to sway their attention from his true intentions. Severus would have been irritated for his wasted time if not grateful the Dark Lord hadn't yet discovered the traitor was him.
"Soon, the Ministry will fall and that fool, Dumbledore, will succumb under my rule. The side of light will crumble under our strength...isn't that right, my pet?"
"Yes," was the soft reply.
Every masked face turned to look behind them abruptly for the source of the voice. Severus almost choked upon hearing that oh so familiar voice; there was no doubt in his mind who the speaker was. There, making his way through the Death Eaters towards Voldemort, was Harry Potter. His Harry. Severus couldn't believe it, his heart was pounding frantically while eyes widened in a mix of shock and horror. This just couldn't be!
The graceful steps and gentle sway of tempting hips was exactly how he had remembered, though flawless skin was even paler than he recalled, almost translucent but beautiful nonetheless. The lithe frame was clad in tailored, black dueling robes that clung lovingly around the lightly muscled form. Once wildly tousled hair was tamed and lengthened, reaching in a lavish waterfall of silken ebony to a slender waist, the strands tied neatly with a matching black, velvet ribbon. The awkward, but endearing, glasses were removed leaving that delicate face unadorned, though framed by rich, dark bangs.
And those eyes. Vibrant emerald pools were filled with the same warmth, but an underlying barren coldness was apparent; the genuine tenderness gone under the submersion of emptiness, there lacked any sense of true recognition.
Severus yearned to embrace his beloved and find out what was the matter, but refrained himself from doing so. The Potions Master's heart beat faster as his Harry was making his way closer to him. He was coming right towards him...
And passed right by his lover without a second glance. Severus felt as though the entirety of his chest collapsed, his heart plummeting to the dark, abysmal depths at being shunned so coldly. Pained obsidian eyes, covered thankfully by the Death Eater mask, watched in a tormented daze as Harry strode onward to Lord Voldemort. The serpentine figure held his arms wide, seeming to beckon the boy and when he did draw near, wrapped his arms possessively about the slim waist.
Cradling the boy on his lap, a malicious smile spread across ivory features while his precious bundle nestled closer. Harry was nuzzling the Dark Lord's cheek, thus drawing strong reactions from aghast and perturbed Death Eaters all around. A satisfied smirk replaced the smile before a hushed whisper was spoken, telling Harry to stop his ministrations for the time being, bringing a disappointed and reluctant mew from pouting lips. Voldemort chuckled lightly, then gave an affectionate kiss onto Harry's forehead in promise of later surprises for him in their chambers. Turning his attention back to the recovering Death Eaters, Voldemort continued his speech in a low hiss.
"In a few days my pet will return to Hogwarts for he shall be the key in bringing me Dumbledore's downfall. Therefore, eliminating the major obstacle in my path. Severus, I would like for you to have the honor in informing the old fool when you return."
The Potions Master was surprised by this. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tentatively spoke in question, his voice somewhat strained although the cunning Slytherin hid it well.
"My Lord? Would not catching the Headmaster unawares be more effective?"
"Nonsense," again that eerie smile, not even fazed by his subject's questioning of his plans (which would usually anger him to no end), "I want Dumbledore to know. I want him to realize that even with all the power he wields, he is absolutely helpless in saving the Boy Who Lived because he belongs to me, now. Isn't that so, my pet? You're mine."
"Hmmm," he purred, an angelic look of undying trust was shown as he gazed lovingly at Voldemort, "always."
TBC...