VINCTUS SSHG
A SS/HG fanfic by Severus Sortiarius
A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...This is not my first fanfic but my first to probably be published...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.
WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE...Violence, Abuse, Torture, Sexual Content, Dark Themes, Language, Imprisonment
{"This Is How I Show My Love...I Made It In My Mind Because...Blame It On My ADD...Baby...This is how an angel dies...Blame It On My Own Surprise...My Be I Should Cry For Help...Maybe I Should Kill Myself...Blame It On My ADD..."}Sail, Awolnation
Prologue: Stay of Execution
Outside Hogwarts, Wizarding World...
Heat had been the only thing he could feel. His flesh being sear as he crawled helplessly onto the mud riddled ground. His pale lean frame blanketed with the brown darkened mud that surrounded him. His heart had been beating thunderously in his chest. His breaths short in between the sharp spikes of pain that ripped through his body. Obsidian eyes sought a way out, his survival instincts kicking into over drive. The ache persisted with him clutching his right forearm in agony. The Dark Lord had been defeated, his mark forever scaring the flesh of those that drank in the intoxicating brew of his venomous poison and joined his ranks. Death eaters they called them. How one would eat death is beyond the reasonable minds of the thinking wizard but that is what they were named none the less. The shoulder length raven hair had been so wet that it stuck to the sallow cheeks of the one such, death eater.
More pain had sent him curling up on his side in agony.
His keen ears picked up the faint trace of the two voices. One male, enraged dripping with hatred and the other female, sorrowful and filled with fear, not just for her companion but for the ailing death eater.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE SNAPE!" shouted the male.
"Don't do this, Harry this isn't right." said the female.
In a instant the death eater known as Severus Snape knew who they had been. The enraged male none other than that pompous brat Potter and the ever compassionate Miss Granger. He had been just out of the castle on his way to his destination when the fall of Voldemort had been assured. Harry Potter, hot off the victory of slaying The Dark Lord, came after him with his so-called righteous anger for the murder of the infamous Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, former Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Snape had tired to tell the self-righteous Potter that he knew nothing of what he spoke of. That Dumbledore had not been truly dead but the stupid brainless prat refused to listen. All the years of his so-called hatred for the dour man blinded him to the truth of the facts. Out of everyone who had been in ear shot, only Miss Granger had considered that such a possibility had to be considered.
Miss Granger, her voice had been soft like an angels but the pain had been too much to focus on anything. She was clearly trying to tell Harry not to murder the current Headmaster of Hogwarts that the wizarding world would want a trial for Snape as apposed to their Hero committing murder.
"What if you're wrong Harry?" she asked. "What if Professor Snape is telling the truth and you murder him?"
Irate Potter's green eyes filled with only hate glared down at the broken man lying in the mud twitching as tremors racked his lean body. He had been in a great deal of pain and it would only get worse.
"HE KILLED DUMBLEDORE!" shouted Harry irate. "HE'S AS BAD AS VOLDEMORT!"
"Harry." said Hermione trying to reason with him.
"I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES!" continued Harry. "DUMBLEDORE TRUSTED HIM AND SNAPE JUST KILLED HIM!"
Hermione sighed.
"Harry, please." she said. "Just let the courts handle this."
The green eyed wizard glared at Snape. There were no words to describe the rage behind the young Potter's eyes.
"You'll get what you deserve Snape." he said bitterly. "Wither they punish you or not."
Hermione had tried to say something to calm her friend but Harry simply stormed off gripping his wand tighter than ever before. The rain continued to come down as the Gryffindor witch looked over at the downed Professor. He had risked so much in the past, spying for the order, he had even jumped in front of a werewolf to protect them despite his well documented fear of the creature. She had not understood it when Harry came declaring that he had been right about Snape all along, that Snape was a murderous traitor that served only Voldemort.
He lied there on his side shaking as the rain continued to come down, his face swollen from the many cuts and bruises, his left eye swollen shut. Harry had been brutal in his assault on the current Headmaster of Hogwarts. He used his various spells to bid and beat a powerless Snape while he writhed in agony from the dark mark dissipating. Like with the other death eaters, Voldemort's death had left him unable to defend himself.
Hermione had barely recognized her friend as he set about cursing and hexing Professor Snape. His green eyes filled with rage and pure hatred. The nearly silent screams of the man clad in ebony robes as he reacted to the pain that ripped through his body sent the young bushy haired witch into tears. Even now her amber eyes had been filled with sadness as she looked him over.
"I'm so sorry Professor." she said softly. "If you are indeed innocent I'm sure it will be proven soon enough."
Snape could not reply as she kneeled down beside him in the mud. He could feel her hands as she stroked his slashed cheek with her soft touch. He winced as she never broke eye contact with him. She had not been able to shake image of him blocking Lupin's vicious claw from striking her with his body. He had not even given it a single thought before he absorbed the blow.
His obsidian eyes fixed on her.
"W-why?" he rasped as he looked at her.
"Because you don't deserve this." she said softly.
Her sweet voice was the last thing he had heard before everything went black. He had not been able to get the way she looked at him out of his mind as the darkness enveloped him. She seemed to care a great deal for him. Or maybe it had been the Gryffindor guilt setting in. She couldn't have possibly cared for an old death eater clinging to what was left of his miserable existence could she?
