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Love Never Lasts
Summary: Severus and Harry were easing into a relationship until Ron ruined it. Dumbledore fired Harry, thinking that Harry tried to rape Severus. Harry runs to the muggle world, poor and starving, waiting for his lost love. MPREG and CHARCTER DEATH (But not graphic)
Key- --- Flashback
{} Dream
[] Letter
* * Evil voice inside Severus' head
( ) Time jump
I hate him. He ruined my life. I hate him, his brothers, his sister, and his whole family. I hate Ron. I can remember the day that I decided that Ron was no longer my best friend. That day also was the start of a different life.
'Ron!' I called. It was the final battle. Some Death Eater just cursed Ron.
'Harry, don't worry about me, get Voldie!'
I nodded and ran up to the dark cloaked, and hit it with a horrible curse-- more painful than any Unforgivable.
'Ahh!' He screamed and fell to the ground. It was not Voldemort, but a very pale Snape.
God, you have no idea how horrible I felt. I could tell that Snape as close to crying now. I picked him up and cradled him in my arms. I went inside Hogwarts. And I didn't come back outside. Not until the war was over. We won or should I say Ron won. I was caring for the miserable man that I caused so much pain. Ron finally got rid of Voldemort for good and also throwing out our friendship. But that was not what he did to make me hate him.
Snape and I got closer as he was in the hospital wing. We became friends and it as something that I would have never thought of. Somehow I needed Snape as a friend, not Ron.
I hate Ron because he is a back stabbing murderer. He killed Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, I must admit, was not one of my best friends but he never deserved to die. The battle took place at the End of the Year feast. I was not a Hogwarts student anymore I was a wizard.
Malfoy was a Death Eater. His father forced him to join them, but he helped Snape spy. Malfoy and I were neither enemies nor friends. Before Ron supposedly killed Voldemort, he went after Malfoy.
I was never in the war and I never killed any Death Eater. I was at Snape's bedside, holding his weak hand. I felt a connection with him. He was no longer the greasy git or evil Slytherin-he was a dying man whose mask was breaking.
But Malfoy's death did not make me hate him. It was what he did behind my back.
Ever since Ron was now the new 'Saviour of the Wizarding World', people hated me. No, they did not just hate me--they loathed me. Somewhere along Snape's friendship with me, I was falling in love with him. I knew I'd never have a chance so I kept my feelings to myself.
He allowed me to call him by his first name. Dumbledore reluctantly gave me the position on DADA. He was reluctant because he didn't want a loser teaching and he made sure to tell me that.
'Potter, I'm only giving you this position because Ron-' his eyes sparkled, but turned cold when he talked to me-' wasn't able to. If you make any mistake, you'll pay.'
And somehow I knew that every word that Dumbledore spoke was true. He hated me because I couldn't save anybody. He hated me because he knew I loved Severus and he did not want us together if, at all, it would ever happen.
Severus was my lifeline. He was my anchor to life. Without him, I don't know where I'd be. I considered him my best friend. Ron hated me because he never wanted to be my friend in the first place. Hermione stopped talking to me because I know Ron told her something about me.
I hated staff meetings.
I always sat by Severus. No one asked questions because we were people who got out of the war easy. We didn't fight. According to them, we just sat on our butts while everyone died. Whenever they were pressed to talk to me, they would glare and spit out whatever they had to stay.
One day, after one of my classes, I lost control of myself. I couldn't stop the tears. I didn't like to be hated and treated like dirt. That was how I grew up like. I wanted love, but no one loved me. It was Severus who saved me. He was the one who found me. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, as if trying to squeeze my tears away.
He softly kissed the top of my head and whispered, 'Harry, I know it's hard. They just don't understand.'
Even though it was hardly words of wisdom, it helped me.
After that day, Severus and I were 'together'. It just started out as innocent kissing on the head or caressing a cheek, but one day he deepened one of those 'innocent' kisses. I can remember the warmth of his tongue as if were yesterday.
He backed up, horrified of what he had done. I told him that I wanted this and he was hesitant, but we slowly eased into a relationship.
But at that time, I didn't hate Ron yet.
He found Severus kissing me in my rooms. It was the morning after our first time. Since he was the 'Saviour', he could get into any room he wanted to. I tried to explain what was happening, but Ron ran off.
Not even a day after that incident, I was called to the Headmaster's office.
'Potter, I can not believe what you forced Snape into. What were you thinking?' he yelled at me.
'Severus and I are in love!' I shouted.
He gave me a sadistic smile. 'Yes, I'm sure you are. I'm going to have to take your job, Potter.'
I was outraged. 'Why?'
He gave me that smile again. 'Because we can't afford to have someone like you around innocent children.'
'What? What did I do?' I said.
'I can't have a rapist in my school.'
My mouth dropped open. 'I never raped anybody!'
'What Ron told me, I think you did.'
'What did Weasley tell you!' I shouted furiously.
'Oh that you were viciously attacking poor Severus.'
I felt tears in my eyes. 'I never would do that to Severus!'
He sneered, 'I hope you're crying, you disgusting queer. I see that you've finally realised what you have done.'
I ran out of the room, sobbing uncontrollably.
'And I want you out of this school by tomorrow morning!' He called to my retreating back.
Who was that man and what did he do to the man I thought as my grandfather?
***
When I got to my room, I packed what little things I had left. I had to go back to Dumbledore's office if I wanted my last paycheck for I had no money left. My parents only gave me enough money for my school career.
'Oh Potter, here you go. If I ever catch you on school grounds again, you will be taken to Azkaban.'
I looked at my paycheck-only 5 galleons.
I was going to miss my lover.
***
I got a low-paying job at a small bookstore. I found a small, tiny flat in the slums of London. It was dingy and smelly and I had no furniture. I transfigured a tissue into a nice four-poster bed. I was lad I was a wizard. Even though I was poor as dirt, I valued my life.
Even though I wept bitterly every night, thinking that Severus had found me, asking me to come home with him. I woke up only to find it was a dream.
God, I hated these dreams as much as I hated Weasley.
{ 'Harry, please come back...I love you..'
'Severus! I never raped you!'
'I know love. Dumbledore told me what happened.'
'I can't! He said he'd take me to Azkaban.'
'No he won't! Please come back!'
'I wish I could.'
His face twisted into anger. 'You pathetic fool! You never loved me, you ungrateful queer!'}
***
And my dreams ended like that. Sometimes he would hurt me but other times he would leave me alone.
I loved him and I knew he still loved me. I had to talk to him. I had to send him an owl.
[Dear Severus,
Severus, I love you. I can't see you anymore. I haven't run off or anything, but I got fired. Ron told Dumbledore that I raped you. Severus, you know I would never do that! Oh Sev, you don't know how much it hurts to be accused of something like that! Sev is there anyway that you could meet me? Please, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything I ever did to you! I love you forever.
Always yours,
H]
I hoped that he would get it.
*** POV change: Severus Snape
I haven't eaten since Harry left. Sure, I had a few thins, but my stomach will never hold anything. I never told him I loved him. God, I remember that day when I found his room empty. I thought he left me.
--- I rushed to Harry's room. I wanted to show him the engagement ring I bought for him. I wanted to marry him. I panted out the password and went in. I found that everything was gone. My throat went dry. Has he left me? Or has something happened to him? I was hoping for the second possibility. I looked at his coffee table and was water. There was a great big puddle of water. I went over to inspect it and when I got a little closer, I knew it was tears. Something *had* happened to Harry.
I ran all the way to the Headmaster's office.
'Severus, are you alright?'
'No! Harry's missing!'
His eyes turned even colder. He loathed Harry and I but he was closer around me.
'Of course that rapist is gone!' he spat.
Rapist?
'What do you mean, Albus?'
'Severus my dear boy! Harry raped you, remember!'
My mouth dropped. 'Harry never raped me! We were in love! If you saw anything, it would have been the exact opposite!'
A realisation dawned on the old man's face. He quickly sat down in a chair. Putting his hands on his face, he whispered, 'What have I done?'
I was furious. 'Yes, what the hell did you do?'
'I-I fired him. Ron told me that he raped you. I-I told him to never come back...I-I.oh, what have I done?'
My stomach fell. I knew that would break his heart. Now I don't have a chance to marry him.
'Where is he?' I half-yelled.
'I-I don't know!'
'Why have to put a location charm on him! I need him!'
'I-I don't think I can do that. I need a personal item that belonged to him.'
I pulled out my necklace that Harry gave me. It is a locket with a picture of us. Together.
I handed it over to him, tears glistening in my eyes.
---End flashback.
Breakfast was the same, bleak meal. I tried to eat a piece of toast and failed miserably With shaky hand, I picked up my fork, trying to eat something, but dropping the fork with a loud clatter, making everyone in the Great Hall look at me.
Minerva patted me on the back (everyone had some symphony when they heard what happened to me) and I flinched violently. Since when did her hand seem so heavy?
*Since you stopped eating*
Ignoring that blasted voice inside me head, I shakily walked out of the Great Hall and down into my private quarters.
'Wait!' The headmaster came running up to me, holding out a letter.
'What is it?'
He put a hand to his breast, trying to catch his breath.
'It-it's from Harry.'
*** POV change: Harry
God, I missed him so much. I want to die, but I couldn't. Some part of me told me that he as still looking for me; that he still loved me. Sometimes, when I've had enough rum, I'd imagine he on his knees, asking for my hand in marriage. Right when I'd say yes, I would wake up with a horrible hangover.
I cursed myself. I forgot to put a return address on my letter to Severus!
***
I walked briskly to work. Thankfully, it was a busy day so I'll have good pay.
'Potter, here's your check,' the old manager of the bookstore told me.
It wasn't enough for food this week.
***
I woke up about 4:00 AM. I rushed into my small, grimy bathroom and threw up. It wasn't from the lack of food, but from something else. Shrugging off that thought, I crawled back into my small cot, hoping for some sleep.
My alarm woke me up. My stomach was bouncing up and down and I ran into the bathroom to throw up some more.
(((Time Jump: 2 weeks)))
Oh god, it cannot be! The sickness hasn't stopped! I think I might be- pregnant. I can't be! I checked out books from the local library on pregnancies. Sure enough, I have morning sickness. How could I feed a baby when I can hardly feed myself?
Notes: What should I do? I need help! Please review! Should Sev find Harry? Should Dumbledore get in an 'accident'? PLEASE, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, REVIEW!
Love Never Lasts
Summary: Severus and Harry were easing into a relationship until Ron ruined it. Dumbledore fired Harry, thinking that Harry tried to rape Severus. Harry runs to the muggle world, poor and starving, waiting for his lost love. MPREG and CHARCTER DEATH (But not graphic)
Key- --- Flashback
{} Dream
[] Letter
* * Evil voice inside Severus' head
( ) Time jump
I hate him. He ruined my life. I hate him, his brothers, his sister, and his whole family. I hate Ron. I can remember the day that I decided that Ron was no longer my best friend. That day also was the start of a different life.
'Ron!' I called. It was the final battle. Some Death Eater just cursed Ron.
'Harry, don't worry about me, get Voldie!'
I nodded and ran up to the dark cloaked, and hit it with a horrible curse-- more painful than any Unforgivable.
'Ahh!' He screamed and fell to the ground. It was not Voldemort, but a very pale Snape.
God, you have no idea how horrible I felt. I could tell that Snape as close to crying now. I picked him up and cradled him in my arms. I went inside Hogwarts. And I didn't come back outside. Not until the war was over. We won or should I say Ron won. I was caring for the miserable man that I caused so much pain. Ron finally got rid of Voldemort for good and also throwing out our friendship. But that was not what he did to make me hate him.
Snape and I got closer as he was in the hospital wing. We became friends and it as something that I would have never thought of. Somehow I needed Snape as a friend, not Ron.
I hate Ron because he is a back stabbing murderer. He killed Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, I must admit, was not one of my best friends but he never deserved to die. The battle took place at the End of the Year feast. I was not a Hogwarts student anymore I was a wizard.
Malfoy was a Death Eater. His father forced him to join them, but he helped Snape spy. Malfoy and I were neither enemies nor friends. Before Ron supposedly killed Voldemort, he went after Malfoy.
I was never in the war and I never killed any Death Eater. I was at Snape's bedside, holding his weak hand. I felt a connection with him. He was no longer the greasy git or evil Slytherin-he was a dying man whose mask was breaking.
But Malfoy's death did not make me hate him. It was what he did behind my back.
Ever since Ron was now the new 'Saviour of the Wizarding World', people hated me. No, they did not just hate me--they loathed me. Somewhere along Snape's friendship with me, I was falling in love with him. I knew I'd never have a chance so I kept my feelings to myself.
He allowed me to call him by his first name. Dumbledore reluctantly gave me the position on DADA. He was reluctant because he didn't want a loser teaching and he made sure to tell me that.
'Potter, I'm only giving you this position because Ron-' his eyes sparkled, but turned cold when he talked to me-' wasn't able to. If you make any mistake, you'll pay.'
And somehow I knew that every word that Dumbledore spoke was true. He hated me because I couldn't save anybody. He hated me because he knew I loved Severus and he did not want us together if, at all, it would ever happen.
Severus was my lifeline. He was my anchor to life. Without him, I don't know where I'd be. I considered him my best friend. Ron hated me because he never wanted to be my friend in the first place. Hermione stopped talking to me because I know Ron told her something about me.
I hated staff meetings.
I always sat by Severus. No one asked questions because we were people who got out of the war easy. We didn't fight. According to them, we just sat on our butts while everyone died. Whenever they were pressed to talk to me, they would glare and spit out whatever they had to stay.
One day, after one of my classes, I lost control of myself. I couldn't stop the tears. I didn't like to be hated and treated like dirt. That was how I grew up like. I wanted love, but no one loved me. It was Severus who saved me. He was the one who found me. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, as if trying to squeeze my tears away.
He softly kissed the top of my head and whispered, 'Harry, I know it's hard. They just don't understand.'
Even though it was hardly words of wisdom, it helped me.
After that day, Severus and I were 'together'. It just started out as innocent kissing on the head or caressing a cheek, but one day he deepened one of those 'innocent' kisses. I can remember the warmth of his tongue as if were yesterday.
He backed up, horrified of what he had done. I told him that I wanted this and he was hesitant, but we slowly eased into a relationship.
But at that time, I didn't hate Ron yet.
He found Severus kissing me in my rooms. It was the morning after our first time. Since he was the 'Saviour', he could get into any room he wanted to. I tried to explain what was happening, but Ron ran off.
Not even a day after that incident, I was called to the Headmaster's office.
'Potter, I can not believe what you forced Snape into. What were you thinking?' he yelled at me.
'Severus and I are in love!' I shouted.
He gave me a sadistic smile. 'Yes, I'm sure you are. I'm going to have to take your job, Potter.'
I was outraged. 'Why?'
He gave me that smile again. 'Because we can't afford to have someone like you around innocent children.'
'What? What did I do?' I said.
'I can't have a rapist in my school.'
My mouth dropped open. 'I never raped anybody!'
'What Ron told me, I think you did.'
'What did Weasley tell you!' I shouted furiously.
'Oh that you were viciously attacking poor Severus.'
I felt tears in my eyes. 'I never would do that to Severus!'
He sneered, 'I hope you're crying, you disgusting queer. I see that you've finally realised what you have done.'
I ran out of the room, sobbing uncontrollably.
'And I want you out of this school by tomorrow morning!' He called to my retreating back.
Who was that man and what did he do to the man I thought as my grandfather?
***
When I got to my room, I packed what little things I had left. I had to go back to Dumbledore's office if I wanted my last paycheck for I had no money left. My parents only gave me enough money for my school career.
'Oh Potter, here you go. If I ever catch you on school grounds again, you will be taken to Azkaban.'
I looked at my paycheck-only 5 galleons.
I was going to miss my lover.
***
I got a low-paying job at a small bookstore. I found a small, tiny flat in the slums of London. It was dingy and smelly and I had no furniture. I transfigured a tissue into a nice four-poster bed. I was lad I was a wizard. Even though I was poor as dirt, I valued my life.
Even though I wept bitterly every night, thinking that Severus had found me, asking me to come home with him. I woke up only to find it was a dream.
God, I hated these dreams as much as I hated Weasley.
{ 'Harry, please come back...I love you..'
'Severus! I never raped you!'
'I know love. Dumbledore told me what happened.'
'I can't! He said he'd take me to Azkaban.'
'No he won't! Please come back!'
'I wish I could.'
His face twisted into anger. 'You pathetic fool! You never loved me, you ungrateful queer!'}
***
And my dreams ended like that. Sometimes he would hurt me but other times he would leave me alone.
I loved him and I knew he still loved me. I had to talk to him. I had to send him an owl.
[Dear Severus,
Severus, I love you. I can't see you anymore. I haven't run off or anything, but I got fired. Ron told Dumbledore that I raped you. Severus, you know I would never do that! Oh Sev, you don't know how much it hurts to be accused of something like that! Sev is there anyway that you could meet me? Please, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything I ever did to you! I love you forever.
Always yours,
H]
I hoped that he would get it.
*** POV change: Severus Snape
I haven't eaten since Harry left. Sure, I had a few thins, but my stomach will never hold anything. I never told him I loved him. God, I remember that day when I found his room empty. I thought he left me.
--- I rushed to Harry's room. I wanted to show him the engagement ring I bought for him. I wanted to marry him. I panted out the password and went in. I found that everything was gone. My throat went dry. Has he left me? Or has something happened to him? I was hoping for the second possibility. I looked at his coffee table and was water. There was a great big puddle of water. I went over to inspect it and when I got a little closer, I knew it was tears. Something *had* happened to Harry.
I ran all the way to the Headmaster's office.
'Severus, are you alright?'
'No! Harry's missing!'
His eyes turned even colder. He loathed Harry and I but he was closer around me.
'Of course that rapist is gone!' he spat.
Rapist?
'What do you mean, Albus?'
'Severus my dear boy! Harry raped you, remember!'
My mouth dropped. 'Harry never raped me! We were in love! If you saw anything, it would have been the exact opposite!'
A realisation dawned on the old man's face. He quickly sat down in a chair. Putting his hands on his face, he whispered, 'What have I done?'
I was furious. 'Yes, what the hell did you do?'
'I-I fired him. Ron told me that he raped you. I-I told him to never come back...I-I.oh, what have I done?'
My stomach fell. I knew that would break his heart. Now I don't have a chance to marry him.
'Where is he?' I half-yelled.
'I-I don't know!'
'Why have to put a location charm on him! I need him!'
'I-I don't think I can do that. I need a personal item that belonged to him.'
I pulled out my necklace that Harry gave me. It is a locket with a picture of us. Together.
I handed it over to him, tears glistening in my eyes.
---End flashback.
Breakfast was the same, bleak meal. I tried to eat a piece of toast and failed miserably With shaky hand, I picked up my fork, trying to eat something, but dropping the fork with a loud clatter, making everyone in the Great Hall look at me.
Minerva patted me on the back (everyone had some symphony when they heard what happened to me) and I flinched violently. Since when did her hand seem so heavy?
*Since you stopped eating*
Ignoring that blasted voice inside me head, I shakily walked out of the Great Hall and down into my private quarters.
'Wait!' The headmaster came running up to me, holding out a letter.
'What is it?'
He put a hand to his breast, trying to catch his breath.
'It-it's from Harry.'
*** POV change: Harry
God, I missed him so much. I want to die, but I couldn't. Some part of me told me that he as still looking for me; that he still loved me. Sometimes, when I've had enough rum, I'd imagine he on his knees, asking for my hand in marriage. Right when I'd say yes, I would wake up with a horrible hangover.
I cursed myself. I forgot to put a return address on my letter to Severus!
***
I walked briskly to work. Thankfully, it was a busy day so I'll have good pay.
'Potter, here's your check,' the old manager of the bookstore told me.
It wasn't enough for food this week.
***
I woke up about 4:00 AM. I rushed into my small, grimy bathroom and threw up. It wasn't from the lack of food, but from something else. Shrugging off that thought, I crawled back into my small cot, hoping for some sleep.
My alarm woke me up. My stomach was bouncing up and down and I ran into the bathroom to throw up some more.
(((Time Jump: 2 weeks)))
Oh god, it cannot be! The sickness hasn't stopped! I think I might be- pregnant. I can't be! I checked out books from the local library on pregnancies. Sure enough, I have morning sickness. How could I feed a baby when I can hardly feed myself?
Notes: What should I do? I need help! Please review! Should Sev find Harry? Should Dumbledore get in an 'accident'? PLEASE, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, REVIEW!