summary: AU. Post-Voldemort. The Wizarding World doesnt accept Harry for
his losing to Voldemort and he is forced into seclusion. Scarred
mentally/physically, can he be brought from his shell? SS/Hp
disclaimers: not mine. Since the tree talk was an idea from LOTR, I dont own it either
warnings: male x male, oocness, alternate timeline, sex later on, wanking in the next chapter....O. The R/NC 17 version can be found on adultfanfiction.net as well as my website
notes: = tree talk
Title: Mizerable
Chapter 1
Wind blew through the trees on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, the trilling breezes wafting lethargically. People in the wizarding town busied themselves with daily tasks, students flocked to and fro for Hogsmeade weekends, a few aurors patrolled the borders. Faded emerald jems that had lost their luster stared at the proceedings with detached curiousity and wanton longing. The vivid jade orbs that used to sparkle with life and innocence had wasted into a veiled concoction of peridot and obsidian. Those eyes rarely were filled with anything akin to amusement or happiness.
A pale, ghostly hand lifted to touch the criss-crossed scar on a pallid cheek; the ancient wound a gruesome and jagged burgundy. The slender digits rose to caress the lightning bolt scar on the smoothe forehead. Those marks; they told everyone he came in contact with that he was the infamous Harry Potter. The twenty two year old sighed, holding his chin in his palms, the dull yet luxuriant locks of raven black obscured his delicate face from view.
It used to make Harry furious that the people would so hastily discard him aside like a worn and decaying material object. Three years had caused the lively sparks of rage to simmer to a smoldering ash with no hopes of being rekindled. Voldemort-Harry's fist clenched-had kidnapped Harry during seventh year by way of his spy; Ginny Weasley. For five months Harry laid magically drained and physically exhausted in the dungeons of Riddle Manor. No one had come for him even after the war had been ended for three months. Finally, several aurors had gone to Riddle Manor to investigate and found Harry stripped of his clothes and pride, huddled in a shadowed corner with barely enough nourishment to live.
Two months were spent recuperating in St.Mungo's along with the rest of the injured. Hermione was the only one who had not turned on him so she had retold of the events that led to Voldemort's defeat. Draco Malfoy had became a Spy for the Light. Going against his father and all that he had been taught to believe in, Draco strengthened his magical talents. When the final wave of attacks came and the Light thought they were going to lose, Draco appeared and started throwing powerful hexes at Voldemort. The tide shifted. The Darkness was obliterated. Draco Malfoy was named Hero of the Wizarding World and Harry Potter was a forgotten page in history.
When Harry was finally able to walk and see the damages inflicted by the battle, the people glared at him. Hermione had told him that they blamed him. Harry was the boy that they had trusted in to save them from Voldemort. Harry wasn't stupid. He knew the real reason for the hostility. The ignorant people needed a scapegoat and Harry was the perfect target. He was blamed for every death, for every lost home. For the entire war, even.
Harry was forced into self-exile. The taunts, jibes, sneers, insults, and glares were too much for him. He had regained all of his strength from before Voldemort had taken it and it seemed he'd gained even more than originally. He knew he couldn't hold himself back from completely destroying those who openly loathed him.
He made his home in the Shrieking Shack. Not a soul dared to venture near the place from the rumours that it was haunted. It was now but by a solid matter that only wanted some peace in his life. Hermione's visits had stopped a couple years before and Harry figured Ron had told her not to. Harry hated himself a little more each day. Sometimes, he thought about suicide but then he'd start to think about the people he cared about. Even if he couldn't get close to them he could still watch from afar.
Harry huddled further into his cloak, pulling the hood over his head to keep the chilling wind from nipping at his ears. Most of his time was spent just watching his surroundings. Hermione and Ron were married with two children. Harry hadn't been able to see them up close but from his distance he knew that they took after the Weasley's dominant gene. Percy and Oliver were sharing a flat in muggle Ireland, both having had enough of the wizardring world and wanted to live normal lives away from it all. Fred and George were the most notorious businessmen and had even landed a deal with some muggle corporations to sell their inventions. Seamus and Justin were the first gay couple to come out of the closet and had caused a domino effect at the school. Dean and Lavendar were engaged and it appeared that Lavendar was expecting. Neville was the professor of Herbology and along with Luna, were the comic relief that was sorely needed, even now. Draco was the Headmaster of Hogwart's. He had been appointed because of his heroic actions. Harry's grip on the grass beside him became deadly. For all Harry knew, Draco had cast Imperious on Ginny just to give himself the one up on Harry. There was only one thought that could make Harry's lips twitch into a tiny half-smile. Albus had said he was retiring and along with Minerva and Sibyll, they were going to spend the rest of their lives in the Caribbean. Just the image of the old man with long beard in bermuda shorts could liven Harry's heart. The accusations against Harry had happened the second Albus had departed.
The dead far out numbered the living. Bill and Charlie had both been captured and tortured, along with Fleur. Most of the Hogwart's professors were dead. Nearly half the students were as well. Of course, Ginny had been slaughtered for her treason by her own brothers. No one knew where Remus was and he might as well have been dead to Harry. Sirius was laying in a coma at St.Mungo's and would probably never wake, his entire future that should have been spent getting old with Remus was gone. Lucius's body had been found a couple months after the final battle. Tonks sacrificed herself to save Sirius from the blast that would have finished him off. Blaise, who's love for Draco had been known to everyone, had gotten himself killed by Voldemort personally. The list just kept going...
The sun was beginning to shrink below the horizon. The full moon was peeking from the mountain range, meeting its lover before it would once again be parted until dawn. Harry sometimes heard a wolf howling. The noise was dripping with sorrow and pain. Harry used to fancy it was Remus screaming his frustrations and anger but now, it was idle curiousity that made Harry search for the lone wolf. He hadn't found the wolf yet and Harry was beginning to think it was a phantasm. It was like that. The dead were more company to him than the living.
He rose to his feet, feeling older than his twenty-two years. The shadows of the trees provided him with enough ample coverage from being spotted by the children returning to Hogwart's. He gaze lingered on a couple he recognized. Would he ever have someone to be the father of his children? Would anyone just look past years of misunderstanding to love him?
Harry slipped into the forest, feeling more at home there than he did any place else. At least the trees still whispered to him in their reedy voices and the animals still offered their companionship. Harry's inhuman senses alerted him that he wasn't alone. He narrowed his eyes, seeing perfectly clear as if the sun had never set. His fingers spread and palm was burning with the magic flowing through his viens as a curse was already forming on the tip of his tongue. Wand magic was thrown to the wayside after the war and Harry's full powers were made known to him. If only he hadn't been suppressing them before.
The amusement in the pine's tone was evident but Harry couldn't shake the feelings of wanting to attack. The ancient pine lowered one of its' branches to lightly tap Harry on his shoulder.
The figure was grumbling to itself as he avoided several faery rings. Should he have fallen into the ring, there was little hope that he would ever been seen again and forever locked in the faery realm. Harry tensed when the person rose and looked directly at him, the only reason for his now shouting his curse was Kogane's limb resting delicately on his shoulder. However, the curse faded when he realised who he was staring at. Tall, lithe, and slender frame completely clothed in black from head to toe, Grecian nose, deep almost bottomless onyx oculates that never showed any emotion but anger, milken flesh that seemed to be sculpted from an artists's constant slaving for perfection.
Severus Snape had been looking for ingredients for a potion he was working on when he'd heard barely distinguishable breathing followed by the sounds of the great pine tree rustling. He couldn't really tell himself that he hadn't been expecting to see Harry Potter. He knew that Harry had taken refuge in the Shrieking Shack and this was the most direct route to it but he hadn't expected on being this shocked. It had been five years since he'd last seen the boy-no, man, he corrected-and it was obvious the years hadn't been kind to him. Severus had been one of the few who didn't blame Harry. Severus knew what Voldemort could do to someone who was incapable of defending themselves but that pity hadn't prompted Severus to tell the gits to mind their own business. He had never really cared for Harry until after the papers printed that Harry had vanished.
Harry was bombared by the memories. In vain, he kept them at bay, hoping they would never again resurface. Without a word to his former potions professor, Harry continued on his way to his home. He ignored Kogane's tutting. He couldn't deal with facing Severus. Not when, even after five years, his desires and love for the man hadn't waned but had grown tremendously. They always said that the heart grew fonder with time. Harry had just proved them right. Harry stifled the sobs the threatened to break free from years of being pent up. His loins tightened as he recalled the fantasies he used to play in his mind when he was still carefree and could afford to spend his nights masturbating to the erotic images. Now...Harry hadn't touched himself since he was kidnapped. He avoided it like the plague.
Harry had looked terrible. Thin and pale. Two things he had never been in the years that he had been at Hogwart's. Severus kept the voices in his head locked in their cage as they told him that he could help Harry. Severus cursed fluently to himself. He didn't need this burden. He didn't need Harry Potter to come back into his life and make a royal mess.
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::shoots herself:: I'm so stupid. Another story. -.- oh well. Review! ^^
disclaimers: not mine. Since the tree talk was an idea from LOTR, I dont own it either
warnings: male x male, oocness, alternate timeline, sex later on, wanking in the next chapter....O. The R/NC 17 version can be found on adultfanfiction.net as well as my website
notes: = tree talk
Title: Mizerable
Chapter 1
Wind blew through the trees on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, the trilling breezes wafting lethargically. People in the wizarding town busied themselves with daily tasks, students flocked to and fro for Hogsmeade weekends, a few aurors patrolled the borders. Faded emerald jems that had lost their luster stared at the proceedings with detached curiousity and wanton longing. The vivid jade orbs that used to sparkle with life and innocence had wasted into a veiled concoction of peridot and obsidian. Those eyes rarely were filled with anything akin to amusement or happiness.
A pale, ghostly hand lifted to touch the criss-crossed scar on a pallid cheek; the ancient wound a gruesome and jagged burgundy. The slender digits rose to caress the lightning bolt scar on the smoothe forehead. Those marks; they told everyone he came in contact with that he was the infamous Harry Potter. The twenty two year old sighed, holding his chin in his palms, the dull yet luxuriant locks of raven black obscured his delicate face from view.
It used to make Harry furious that the people would so hastily discard him aside like a worn and decaying material object. Three years had caused the lively sparks of rage to simmer to a smoldering ash with no hopes of being rekindled. Voldemort-Harry's fist clenched-had kidnapped Harry during seventh year by way of his spy; Ginny Weasley. For five months Harry laid magically drained and physically exhausted in the dungeons of Riddle Manor. No one had come for him even after the war had been ended for three months. Finally, several aurors had gone to Riddle Manor to investigate and found Harry stripped of his clothes and pride, huddled in a shadowed corner with barely enough nourishment to live.
Two months were spent recuperating in St.Mungo's along with the rest of the injured. Hermione was the only one who had not turned on him so she had retold of the events that led to Voldemort's defeat. Draco Malfoy had became a Spy for the Light. Going against his father and all that he had been taught to believe in, Draco strengthened his magical talents. When the final wave of attacks came and the Light thought they were going to lose, Draco appeared and started throwing powerful hexes at Voldemort. The tide shifted. The Darkness was obliterated. Draco Malfoy was named Hero of the Wizarding World and Harry Potter was a forgotten page in history.
When Harry was finally able to walk and see the damages inflicted by the battle, the people glared at him. Hermione had told him that they blamed him. Harry was the boy that they had trusted in to save them from Voldemort. Harry wasn't stupid. He knew the real reason for the hostility. The ignorant people needed a scapegoat and Harry was the perfect target. He was blamed for every death, for every lost home. For the entire war, even.
Harry was forced into self-exile. The taunts, jibes, sneers, insults, and glares were too much for him. He had regained all of his strength from before Voldemort had taken it and it seemed he'd gained even more than originally. He knew he couldn't hold himself back from completely destroying those who openly loathed him.
He made his home in the Shrieking Shack. Not a soul dared to venture near the place from the rumours that it was haunted. It was now but by a solid matter that only wanted some peace in his life. Hermione's visits had stopped a couple years before and Harry figured Ron had told her not to. Harry hated himself a little more each day. Sometimes, he thought about suicide but then he'd start to think about the people he cared about. Even if he couldn't get close to them he could still watch from afar.
Harry huddled further into his cloak, pulling the hood over his head to keep the chilling wind from nipping at his ears. Most of his time was spent just watching his surroundings. Hermione and Ron were married with two children. Harry hadn't been able to see them up close but from his distance he knew that they took after the Weasley's dominant gene. Percy and Oliver were sharing a flat in muggle Ireland, both having had enough of the wizardring world and wanted to live normal lives away from it all. Fred and George were the most notorious businessmen and had even landed a deal with some muggle corporations to sell their inventions. Seamus and Justin were the first gay couple to come out of the closet and had caused a domino effect at the school. Dean and Lavendar were engaged and it appeared that Lavendar was expecting. Neville was the professor of Herbology and along with Luna, were the comic relief that was sorely needed, even now. Draco was the Headmaster of Hogwart's. He had been appointed because of his heroic actions. Harry's grip on the grass beside him became deadly. For all Harry knew, Draco had cast Imperious on Ginny just to give himself the one up on Harry. There was only one thought that could make Harry's lips twitch into a tiny half-smile. Albus had said he was retiring and along with Minerva and Sibyll, they were going to spend the rest of their lives in the Caribbean. Just the image of the old man with long beard in bermuda shorts could liven Harry's heart. The accusations against Harry had happened the second Albus had departed.
The dead far out numbered the living. Bill and Charlie had both been captured and tortured, along with Fleur. Most of the Hogwart's professors were dead. Nearly half the students were as well. Of course, Ginny had been slaughtered for her treason by her own brothers. No one knew where Remus was and he might as well have been dead to Harry. Sirius was laying in a coma at St.Mungo's and would probably never wake, his entire future that should have been spent getting old with Remus was gone. Lucius's body had been found a couple months after the final battle. Tonks sacrificed herself to save Sirius from the blast that would have finished him off. Blaise, who's love for Draco had been known to everyone, had gotten himself killed by Voldemort personally. The list just kept going...
The sun was beginning to shrink below the horizon. The full moon was peeking from the mountain range, meeting its lover before it would once again be parted until dawn. Harry sometimes heard a wolf howling. The noise was dripping with sorrow and pain. Harry used to fancy it was Remus screaming his frustrations and anger but now, it was idle curiousity that made Harry search for the lone wolf. He hadn't found the wolf yet and Harry was beginning to think it was a phantasm. It was like that. The dead were more company to him than the living.
He rose to his feet, feeling older than his twenty-two years. The shadows of the trees provided him with enough ample coverage from being spotted by the children returning to Hogwart's. He gaze lingered on a couple he recognized. Would he ever have someone to be the father of his children? Would anyone just look past years of misunderstanding to love him?
Harry slipped into the forest, feeling more at home there than he did any place else. At least the trees still whispered to him in their reedy voices and the animals still offered their companionship. Harry's inhuman senses alerted him that he wasn't alone. He narrowed his eyes, seeing perfectly clear as if the sun had never set. His fingers spread and palm was burning with the magic flowing through his viens as a curse was already forming on the tip of his tongue. Wand magic was thrown to the wayside after the war and Harry's full powers were made known to him. If only he hadn't been suppressing them before.
The amusement in the pine's tone was evident but Harry couldn't shake the feelings of wanting to attack. The ancient pine lowered one of its' branches to lightly tap Harry on his shoulder.
The figure was grumbling to itself as he avoided several faery rings. Should he have fallen into the ring, there was little hope that he would ever been seen again and forever locked in the faery realm. Harry tensed when the person rose and looked directly at him, the only reason for his now shouting his curse was Kogane's limb resting delicately on his shoulder. However, the curse faded when he realised who he was staring at. Tall, lithe, and slender frame completely clothed in black from head to toe, Grecian nose, deep almost bottomless onyx oculates that never showed any emotion but anger, milken flesh that seemed to be sculpted from an artists's constant slaving for perfection.
Severus Snape had been looking for ingredients for a potion he was working on when he'd heard barely distinguishable breathing followed by the sounds of the great pine tree rustling. He couldn't really tell himself that he hadn't been expecting to see Harry Potter. He knew that Harry had taken refuge in the Shrieking Shack and this was the most direct route to it but he hadn't expected on being this shocked. It had been five years since he'd last seen the boy-no, man, he corrected-and it was obvious the years hadn't been kind to him. Severus had been one of the few who didn't blame Harry. Severus knew what Voldemort could do to someone who was incapable of defending themselves but that pity hadn't prompted Severus to tell the gits to mind their own business. He had never really cared for Harry until after the papers printed that Harry had vanished.
Harry was bombared by the memories. In vain, he kept them at bay, hoping they would never again resurface. Without a word to his former potions professor, Harry continued on his way to his home. He ignored Kogane's tutting. He couldn't deal with facing Severus. Not when, even after five years, his desires and love for the man hadn't waned but had grown tremendously. They always said that the heart grew fonder with time. Harry had just proved them right. Harry stifled the sobs the threatened to break free from years of being pent up. His loins tightened as he recalled the fantasies he used to play in his mind when he was still carefree and could afford to spend his nights masturbating to the erotic images. Now...Harry hadn't touched himself since he was kidnapped. He avoided it like the plague.
Harry had looked terrible. Thin and pale. Two things he had never been in the years that he had been at Hogwart's. Severus kept the voices in his head locked in their cage as they told him that he could help Harry. Severus cursed fluently to himself. He didn't need this burden. He didn't need Harry Potter to come back into his life and make a royal mess.
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::shoots herself:: I'm so stupid. Another story. -.- oh well. Review! ^^