ok so heres my intro for a longer story than i have normally done. the main idea of the story is that harry just want to recuperate in solitude from the events of the war but lucius malfoy comes in with a life debt/marriage contract thing. harry has to go through a bunch of trials including nightmares a forced marriage and other things until finally severus saves the day (ofcoarse) and then helps harry recover from everything and...well... it amazing where fate will lead us.
1. I do not own anything about harry potter or the characters therein i'm just borrowing them for a while, anything you recognise belongs to the pretty british woman everything you don't is mine.
2. warnings for explicite sexual content and warings for rape, abuse, torture, and other grafic content
3. this is my first long story so comments and advice welcome but please be gentl
A Thing of Fate
Harry Potter sat in the study of Grimwauld Place, his life finally somewhere near normal now that Voldemort had been flung (quite forcibly I might add) into the past tense. Harry stretched his legs out in front of him luxuriating in the feel of the warm fire nearby and the stomach full of krechers pot pie dinner.
Currently he was all in all relatively happy, of coarse thoughts and dreams of the war still plagued him but in the end that's all they were, thoughts and dreams, they were no longer a part of his day to day and that in itself was a happy thought. Harry still had some things to recover from especially the things that had happened at Malfoy Manor as well as the life he had led leading up to and during the war. Harry thought there was no where better to get over the trauma that had been his life other than his new home, and though he still felt a twinge at the thought of Sirius and his demise he was comfortable here thought he never thought he would be. That was one thing he had finally gotten over he no longer blamed himself for Sirius' death. While sitting there his thought rolled back to the day in his sixth year that Snape, his most hated teacher at the time, had talked some sense into him.
Harry was sitting in a dark corner behind the statue of Grindal the great on the second floor curled in as close to himself as he could possibly get. He mumbled to himself and to the ghost that haunted not only his dreams but his waking moments as well. He rocked forward and back muttering apologies to unseen specters any one that would se him would probably thing that he had finally gone of his rocker but he believed himself to be sufficiently hidden. In a distant part of his mind he could hear footsteps coming towards his hiding spot but he didn't worry no-one had found him up to that point in this place why should they now? The footsteps stopped in front of the statue and before he knew it his potions professor was sitting beside him in the dark corner. Snape gazed at him for a few moments in which neither of them spoke then Snape whispered "Why are you hiding? I wasn't informed that brooding had become a Gryffindor house value." Harry turned his face away and simply breathed out "If you're here to mock me I would appreciate if you just leave now….sir, I don't need it" Snape watched Harry for a few minutes in silence and then asked "Is it about Black?" Harry closed his eyes tight in pain for a brief moment keeping his face diverted away from his professor then ground out voice rough "What do you care? You hated him just like you hate me. I don't need you false sympathy." Snape shook his head slightly and took a deep breath " While I will not claim to have ever been blacks friend our verbal sparing was entertaining and I did not wish him dead nor did I hate him' his eyes flick up to Harry's face ' I don't hate you either." Harry snorted derisively at that but Snape spoke before he could voice an argument , "Think boy, I have to treat you like I hate you, think Potter, how would it sound to the dark lord if Malfoy or someone else told him that I was friendly with the Potter boy? Either I would be found out as a traitor and spy or I would be told to bring you straight to the Dark Lord and when I refused I would be caught out then." Harry thought this over and believed he started to understand "but my dad, You hated him" he said Snape nodded, "I won't deny that I hated your father but I stopped confusing you and him quite some time ago, but I had to keep the persona of hating you for your own and my safety." Harry nodded and wondered how to tell Snape his problem and decided to just stick with the truth, looking away from Snape he whispered " I just can't get over the fact that I killed him, I killed the only person I had left." "Harry, no" Snape started to say "Yes" Harry growled "If I wouldn't have been so stupid and listened to the dreams that Voldemort sent me he'd still be alive" Snape winced at the dark lords name but Harry ignored it and charged on, "If I would have did as you said and learned occlumency or not charged off when I thought I knew what to do he'd be alive, I was stupid and that got him killed." after finishing his rant Harry could feel tears threatening and tried to hold them back keeping his face averted to the wall away from Snape. Snape grabbed Harry's chin gently and turned his face so that their eyes met and whispered "No Potter, you did not kill him, Bellatrix did, yes, you were foolish for listening to the Dark Lords Message, but it was Blacks decision to go to the ministry and his alone. You were indeed foolish but don't blame yourself for the choices made by others." Harry felt the tears that had been threatening break and he nodded to Snape. Snape drew him into his arms and held him as he sobbed away the pain and frustration and finally the guilt that he had been feeling. It was so odd how un-uncomfortable it was to be held by and comforted by his at one time most hated professor, and comforted he was. For a while they just sat there until finally Harry pulled himself together and sat up, "Thanks professor, I needed that." Snape nodded his head and climbed to his feet pulling Harry up after him "you realize I will still have to act as if I hate you in public' Snape said' but I do hope that should you need to talk or need help you will come to me." Snape said before turning and starting away. Harry ran and caught up with him whispering simply "Thank you."
Harry sat thinking about the things his professor had said and he realized that eventually he began to believe it. Harry had gone to his professor after that and even thought Snape was still a bastard in class Harry understood, and since they had become if not friends then at least allies.
During that year Snape took Harry under his tutelage for extra defense training as well as to finally teach him occlumency, so that he was able to master both. Snapes' training in defense if what Harry can honestly say made it possible for him to destroy old snake face once and for all. Truthfully without all his help with teaching Harry as well as spying Harry didn't think they would have won the war.
Now it was all over the wizarding world was in the cleaning up part of recuperating from the damages from war and he was here recuperating from his own physical and emotional damage done from it all.
Harry really didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. He had actually never expected to survive the war but here he was. He at one time thought he wanted to be an auror but now he wasn't so sure he kinda thought that chasing one dark lord was enough for a lifetime. He was truthfully at a loss. He had no need to work so he figured he would just take a time off to recuperate and put his life and mind back in order. Thoughts like this ran throught his head until he finally realized that the fire had died down and that it was very late, so after cleaning up he pulled himself up the stairs and up to bed.
tbc. please read and reveiw. (The next part should be up soon this was just kinda my intro.)