You'll Be Safe Here
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling's. You'll be Safe Here is by Rivermaya. This decent attempt at fiction is mine.
WARNING: AU/OOC. Implied self-harm/ SLASH/ Abuse/ Violence/ CHARACTER DEATH. You have been warned.
RATING: M (for mature readers only)
SUMMARY: Harry Potter has been in the spotlight all his life but he remains incomplete. Severus Snape's destiny has been cast aside in the shadows; he too wants to be whole. They would find what they both want and need in each other but those around them won't make it easy. If everything and everybody was against their unlikely union, will their love survive the adversity? Or will they be forced to take the easy way out? Told in first person POV
A/N: This song-fic is inspired by Rivermaya'sYou'll Be Safe Here. I recommend that you listen to the song while you read for the full effect. It's such a hopeful song but you can take its meaning both ways. This is what I came up with. Enjoy.
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Chapter 1: Random Circumstance
"Nobody knows
Just why we're here
Could it be fate,
Or random circumstance?
At the right place
At the right time
Two roads intertwine."
[Finding Direction: Harry Potter]
I am lost. I have been lost ever since I can remember. It seems that without the prophecy weighing on my shoulders, I do not know where to go, what to do next. I grew up faster than most kids; plotting to kill evil dark lords, when in fact I should just be planning dates, cramming my head with every possible tactic and lethal spell known to wizard kind when I should just be worrying about passing my exams.
Sometimes, I ask myself, 'Why me?' The same question, I ask whenever my uncle would beat me senseless with his fists for something I didn't do or have no control with, like a failed transaction with a client, or a bad weather during an outing, or his favorite TV show getting canceled; mind you if I did do something, he'd still beat me senseless. It is the same question I ask whenever my own aunt would lock me up for days, purposely forgetting to feed me or give me water at least; whenever she would call me a 'freak'- her own flesh and blood through my mother, whom she loathed with a passion. It is the question I ask whenever Dudley and his gang would pick on me and make me feel the freak that my aunt says I am.
It is also the question I ask when people would expect too much of me; when I seemingly fail in their eyes, when all I did was just be myself. Oh, how many times did I fall under their expectations? Sadly, I have lost count. The war may be over but they will always be watching my next move until the day I die. It is my destiny.
I am lost - in every possible manner of speaking. I am tired of always looking out for signs and boundaries given to me by those who pretend to care. Does anyone really care at all? How do I tell them to get lost, to beat it, and that I am done with following the path that they have painstakingly laid out for me like a good lap dog?
Now, I want – no, I am ready to just be myself, who I want to be. I'm done with restrictions. I will go where I intend to be.
No prophecy set in stone or any random circumstance can stop me.
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[Finding Direction: Severus Snape]
Why am I even here? I should have perished in the final war, together with all of my hopes and dreams.
What is my purpose now? Am I to live a life of constant misery and apathy? Am I to continue existing, a mere shadow, a shell of who I once was? I have long given up my right to be alive, to be happy, to be free. I have long signed my life away to the devil in exchange for redemption, in the eyes of those who pretend to uphold the right and the dignified. And what do I get in return?
Indifference. Hate. Mockery. All for what I have done… and what I have seemingly failed to do.
I have been condemned to a life of slavery. Slavery to their norms. Slavery to what they deem is right. Slavery to other people's needs and wants. And what now of my own? I have been at their beck and call for so long that I no longer even remember what makes me smile, what makes me cry, what makes me truly whole.
My happiness is expendable. It has and forever will be in their eyes. Besides, a traitor, like I was, does not deserve redemption, much more, fulfillment in their eyes.
I shall need to start from scratch if I want to break out from this mortal prison designed for me. I am done with putting up with their masks - I am done with meeting them halfway. I shall endeavor to find my own paradise and no one can tell me to do otherwise.
And when I do, I will never let go.
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A/N: I know it may confuse you for a while but this chapter is just some sort of introduction. The next chapter will clear things up. I'll try to post it ASAP. In the mean time, tell me what you think of this. Reviews please! – -Eastwoodgirl