Hey Everyone! This idea popped up sometime ago to write something like this. Seeing as Snape's Amnesia was meant to be like this, I thought to write a different, but better story. So I hope you like it!
WARNING: Not Beta'd as of yet.
DISCLAIMER: As you all know I don't own Harry Potter and all related registered trademarks are property of the illustrious of J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. Other character that have been made are of my imagination but made within the magical world.
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Forever Nocturnal: Chapter One
The storm started in the night, skies going grey, slightly covering the midnight sun within the cold month of December. Rain started to pour down, snow following after when the temperature dropped. Harry threw his coat on and exited the B&B in the small village of Båtsfjord, Norway. Harry wished he had a longer break before going to the European Union of Magic conference in Nordkapp, but his responsibility's were to turn up there earlier than expected and he had three days to get there, no problem.
He inhaled the crisp sea air, hurrying towards his beloved Landrover, quickly unlocking the door and shot himself in, starting the engine. He knew that he shouldn't be driving as the storm was meant to be getting worse, but he wasn't using magic this week. He needed the rest and break from the magical world altogether.
After the war was a hard time for Harry, especially the pressure of the Ministry wanting him to be the Minister. It was time for him to make his own decisions, and with that he continued with his education. He had gained his degree's in History and Politics in both worlds, also his masteries in Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms, with the help of Nicholas Flamel. At the age of 21, Harry was the youngest ever Deputy Minister of Magic. He had decided that he wanted change, and his Lord titles only could do so much.
The first thing he battled after the war was the case of Severus Snape.
The night the war ended, Harry had gone down to the Shrieking Shack, only to enter the place with no body to be found. Only a trail of blood on the ground leading to the Forbidden Forest. He had tried, within his power to do everything to find him. He sent out search parties, thanks to Kingsley who became Minister straight away. There was a trial, which declared Snape as a war hero, a man who had risked his life for the Wizarding world. The man finally received what he wanted, a Order of Merlin First Class.
Within the year of his role as Deputy Minister, the case of Severus Snape closed, presumed dead.
Harry turned the heating on to full blast, setting off to his destination. He turned on the radio to the only English Radio station in these parts of the Finnmark county, a song suddenly blasting out of the speakers. The beast of a car started to warm up, but the weather had taken the worst, the snow started to fall down a bit more heavier. Harry heard his knee click as he pushed down the break lightly, his jaw tightening at the slight pain.
"For a 28 year old man, I should not have a knee worthy of a 40 year old." Harry mused, turning his wipers on to a faster speed. The road started to go upward, going through on of the many abandoned villages, a shiver going down Harry's spine at the creepy sights of old shacks. Harry had found out that some of the abandoned villages in Norway had held many training facilities for Voledmort's newest recruits over the years of both wars. All of them had been raided by Ministry after the war and most of them weren't a pretty sight to see.
Harry could see the ice at the sides of the road as he started to drive around mountains that did not welcome him. Drifts of snow came from the mountains as the wined picked up, shaking the Landrover. The Radio broke up, buzzing filling the car. The road ahead was at least now covered in 7 foot of snow, Harry going really snow, his forehead creased with worry. He was only going to use magic in a dire situation this week and that what he promised himself. He tightly held the stirring wheel, the wind hitting the car not helping.
Then it all happened quickly. The black figure came out of no where.
Harry slammed on the breaks, turning the wheel on the right to crash at the side and not on the edge off the mountain. The car skidded and spun, the left side of the car turning, smashing against the hard, snow covered ground. Glass exploded, hitting Harry in the face along with the car's air bag. His head hit the metal frame above the door, his seat belt digging into his stomach as it turned to a stop. He groaned out loud, his hand trying to go to his wand holster on his thigh. He felt the trickle of flowing blood from his forehead as it raced down his face. His vision was going blurry, his head and heart pounding as he felt the car go back on it's wheels. Snow coming through the broken windows, covering Harry in an instant.
The drivers door was yanked upon, the door coming off altogether. Harry turned his head and muttered a voiceless help as his eyes met with the dark ones that he has known before.
"Potter?"
So What do you all think? Please review, it makes me want to keep on, even though college is taking my life, so I have to jot my thoughts and stories down in my 'snarry' book. So should I continue then?
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