Slytherin Betrayals
By Unseen
AN: Companion fic to Slytherin Loyalties, a sort of prequel, if you like. Rating: temporarily PG, yet will come up. Disclaimer: It's all theirs. Only this stupid, twisted plot is mine. I feel like a talmudist, reinterpreting JKR's work like that.
"It'll all end in tears." Severus said so at the very beginning, and though I laughed at his pessimism at the time, I must admit he was right. Because it did end. And not in the happiest of manners.
But you can't understand the end without knowing how it began. It all started with a train. I was far from being the man I am now at the time: in fact, I was anything but that. I hated the world and its inhabitants, I hated my life, my family, and I knew for a fact that he was looking so dejected owing to identical reasons.
I had seen him before, once, a grave and quiet child my age, like a black and white photograph. Our families had been close, for several generations, and had the same ambitions for us both: be the pride of Slytherin house, master the dark arts, be devious, cunning and terrifyingly intelligent. And had identical ways of forcing us to rise up to their expectations as well.
I never had a friend till I met him again on the Hogwarts express, and neither had he. I don't believe he ever had another afterwards either, but in the end, I guess I didn't exactly fare much better. Only Remus and I are left, after all, and I am a convicted criminal on the run. at least he can show his face in public. They say he is strong. They say it is impossible to hurt him, that his sting is deadly and that he could overpower anything through a mere tongue-lashing, with the possible exception of Dumbledore and Voldemort himself. They are wrong. Out of the two of us, I undoubtedly was the strongest, though only he ever knew.
Is it any wonder that my heart warmed to him immediately that morning ? He looked just as I felt after the thorough briefing I had just received from Father, and that was saying something. I guess it had to do with the presence of his own tall and imposing genitor on the quay. What could be more natural than to walk up to him, pat his shoulder lightly, and without words, to enter the compartment behind him? Even now, I cannot bring myself to wish I never had, despite the pain, despite the betrayal, despite every ounce of sin and darkness that ensued. May this instant always rest untouched in my heart. May it always rest in his too. .
By Unseen
AN: Companion fic to Slytherin Loyalties, a sort of prequel, if you like. Rating: temporarily PG, yet will come up. Disclaimer: It's all theirs. Only this stupid, twisted plot is mine. I feel like a talmudist, reinterpreting JKR's work like that.
"It'll all end in tears." Severus said so at the very beginning, and though I laughed at his pessimism at the time, I must admit he was right. Because it did end. And not in the happiest of manners.
But you can't understand the end without knowing how it began. It all started with a train. I was far from being the man I am now at the time: in fact, I was anything but that. I hated the world and its inhabitants, I hated my life, my family, and I knew for a fact that he was looking so dejected owing to identical reasons.
I had seen him before, once, a grave and quiet child my age, like a black and white photograph. Our families had been close, for several generations, and had the same ambitions for us both: be the pride of Slytherin house, master the dark arts, be devious, cunning and terrifyingly intelligent. And had identical ways of forcing us to rise up to their expectations as well.
I never had a friend till I met him again on the Hogwarts express, and neither had he. I don't believe he ever had another afterwards either, but in the end, I guess I didn't exactly fare much better. Only Remus and I are left, after all, and I am a convicted criminal on the run. at least he can show his face in public. They say he is strong. They say it is impossible to hurt him, that his sting is deadly and that he could overpower anything through a mere tongue-lashing, with the possible exception of Dumbledore and Voldemort himself. They are wrong. Out of the two of us, I undoubtedly was the strongest, though only he ever knew.
Is it any wonder that my heart warmed to him immediately that morning ? He looked just as I felt after the thorough briefing I had just received from Father, and that was saying something. I guess it had to do with the presence of his own tall and imposing genitor on the quay. What could be more natural than to walk up to him, pat his shoulder lightly, and without words, to enter the compartment behind him? Even now, I cannot bring myself to wish I never had, despite the pain, despite the betrayal, despite every ounce of sin and darkness that ensued. May this instant always rest untouched in my heart. May it always rest in his too. .