Little seed of evil
Disclaimers: Harry James Potter and all other characters from that same universe belong to JK Rowling. However, the plot is mine.
Rating: R may change in the future. Even I don't know where this story is going. It may turn to Slash, may turn to abuse . I don't know.
Summary: An adult, tired Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position after facing a lot of emotional dilemmas.
Little seed of evil - Chapter 1 - Everything changes
The dark, gloomy halls did not seem to bother Severus Snape at all as he fled from Dumbledore's office, his face set in anger, his hands clenched to fists. His pace was feverishly and awkward, as he could barely move his knee on the right side.
He might have known. He must have known. In the thirty years that he had served at Hogwarts to stupid, little wizard and muggle brats, Dumbledore had never given him that job. Defences against the dark arts.
Who had taken the job from him? Severus got angrier at the thought.
For a moment, he had thought that Dumbledore was joking with him. But when he saw that peculiar look in that man's old, blue eyes, he knew. Just knew that it was true.
The first person to play Quidditch as a first year at Hogwarts in a hundred years.
The boy who defeated Voldemort 7 times.
Or more simply said: The boy who lived.
Harry Potter.
He had often wondered what had happened to the boy after that last night. Of course he knew what had happened to Hermione Granger, one of Hogwarts most promising students.
Albus and Minerva talked frequently about that muggle born female, with hushed voices, full of grief. Pomfrey would often be lost for words, but he did simply not care.
But so far, until three days ago, nobody knew what Harry Potter had been up to. It was as if he'd vanished from the earth in a puff of smoke.
Until three days ago, of course. He had not explained where he had been, or what he'd done, but obvious enough, he had auditioned for the DADA position. And Dumbledore had been so kind to give it to him. To him. Harry Potter.
"By dear Merlin, what have I done to deserve this?" he muttered under his breath as he made his way to his private quarters. He could cool off there; he wasn't going to show his anger to Albus in either way.
This year was going to be hard. He had trouble facing the kid sixteen years ago, so he couldn't figure out why he could now.
He had thought the kid would die by You-know-who's hand years ago, that he would never make it to full grown man.
Seemed that his predictions were wrong. Ron Weasley died, together with the other Weasleys. Not Harry Potter.
"Good riddance."
It was obvious that Severus Snape was furious; even he had laughed now and then with the pranks of the Weasley twins, had admiration for Charlie Weasley who had worked with dragons . But they were gone now. Just like everything else.
Almost every inhabitant of that house of theirs, The Burrow, he believed what it had been called, was killed, including Harry's sidekick, Ron Weasley.
He remembered that look on the boy's face all too well, when he saw the house light up in a ferocious fire that did not leave any time at all to save any of the residents.
House, people, animals, all were history in a matter of seconds.
Snape could only grin at that thought. Yes, The Weasleys were a sad loss, for they had helped The Order Of The Phoenix many times.
But the past was the past. He was able to lock the past away, forget about it and only focus on the present. Which he needed to do, god damn it!
This time of the holidays usually was only reserved for preparing for the new school year that was coming.
He cried out the secret password to his private chambers, and entered, with his bad knee throbbing more than ever.
Sitting down in a luxurious chair, padded with soft, brown leather and positioning his right leg on the rather kitsch, little, low prayer bench that stood before the chair, as always, he reminded himself to fix him another potion that could abandon the pain of his knee.
And then Severus Snape smiled.
Well, Harry Potter would not be surprised when he came back to Hogwarts; Severus Snape would be waiting.
And he was ready.
Next chapter - I'll sleep when I'm dead - up soon
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Heretic Angel bows solemnly to:
Lianniss, who reviewed it a half hour after I posted it.
BTW: Tolkien rules! If you like , we could write a LOTR fic together.
Nick Saelens, who never has been much of a reader. But who am I to judge? Let's all give him a big applause for reading this fic. (He's my boyfriend BTW)
Rachelle1979, who gave me wonderful advice. I have lots of plans for this fic, I only have to make sure that it stays comprehensible at all times.
Disclaimers: Harry James Potter and all other characters from that same universe belong to JK Rowling. However, the plot is mine.
Rating: R may change in the future. Even I don't know where this story is going. It may turn to Slash, may turn to abuse . I don't know.
Summary: An adult, tired Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position after facing a lot of emotional dilemmas.
Little seed of evil - Chapter 1 - Everything changes
The dark, gloomy halls did not seem to bother Severus Snape at all as he fled from Dumbledore's office, his face set in anger, his hands clenched to fists. His pace was feverishly and awkward, as he could barely move his knee on the right side.
He might have known. He must have known. In the thirty years that he had served at Hogwarts to stupid, little wizard and muggle brats, Dumbledore had never given him that job. Defences against the dark arts.
Who had taken the job from him? Severus got angrier at the thought.
For a moment, he had thought that Dumbledore was joking with him. But when he saw that peculiar look in that man's old, blue eyes, he knew. Just knew that it was true.
The first person to play Quidditch as a first year at Hogwarts in a hundred years.
The boy who defeated Voldemort 7 times.
Or more simply said: The boy who lived.
Harry Potter.
He had often wondered what had happened to the boy after that last night. Of course he knew what had happened to Hermione Granger, one of Hogwarts most promising students.
Albus and Minerva talked frequently about that muggle born female, with hushed voices, full of grief. Pomfrey would often be lost for words, but he did simply not care.
But so far, until three days ago, nobody knew what Harry Potter had been up to. It was as if he'd vanished from the earth in a puff of smoke.
Until three days ago, of course. He had not explained where he had been, or what he'd done, but obvious enough, he had auditioned for the DADA position. And Dumbledore had been so kind to give it to him. To him. Harry Potter.
"By dear Merlin, what have I done to deserve this?" he muttered under his breath as he made his way to his private quarters. He could cool off there; he wasn't going to show his anger to Albus in either way.
This year was going to be hard. He had trouble facing the kid sixteen years ago, so he couldn't figure out why he could now.
He had thought the kid would die by You-know-who's hand years ago, that he would never make it to full grown man.
Seemed that his predictions were wrong. Ron Weasley died, together with the other Weasleys. Not Harry Potter.
"Good riddance."
It was obvious that Severus Snape was furious; even he had laughed now and then with the pranks of the Weasley twins, had admiration for Charlie Weasley who had worked with dragons . But they were gone now. Just like everything else.
Almost every inhabitant of that house of theirs, The Burrow, he believed what it had been called, was killed, including Harry's sidekick, Ron Weasley.
He remembered that look on the boy's face all too well, when he saw the house light up in a ferocious fire that did not leave any time at all to save any of the residents.
House, people, animals, all were history in a matter of seconds.
Snape could only grin at that thought. Yes, The Weasleys were a sad loss, for they had helped The Order Of The Phoenix many times.
But the past was the past. He was able to lock the past away, forget about it and only focus on the present. Which he needed to do, god damn it!
This time of the holidays usually was only reserved for preparing for the new school year that was coming.
He cried out the secret password to his private chambers, and entered, with his bad knee throbbing more than ever.
Sitting down in a luxurious chair, padded with soft, brown leather and positioning his right leg on the rather kitsch, little, low prayer bench that stood before the chair, as always, he reminded himself to fix him another potion that could abandon the pain of his knee.
And then Severus Snape smiled.
Well, Harry Potter would not be surprised when he came back to Hogwarts; Severus Snape would be waiting.
And he was ready.
Next chapter - I'll sleep when I'm dead - up soon
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------
Heretic Angel bows solemnly to:
Lianniss, who reviewed it a half hour after I posted it.
BTW: Tolkien rules! If you like , we could write a LOTR fic together.
Nick Saelens, who never has been much of a reader. But who am I to judge? Let's all give him a big applause for reading this fic. (He's my boyfriend BTW)
Rachelle1979, who gave me wonderful advice. I have lots of plans for this fic, I only have to make sure that it stays comprehensible at all times.