Hiiiiiii, you guys!
This is my first fanfic EVER, so go easy on me :))) Harry is about seventeen here, but I'm not following a specific timeline or a part of the books. I have no idea where this is going, let's just allow the story to unfold on its own. All I know is that I want this story to make us all shiver and grin like idiots *.* :D Also, English is definitely not my first language, so feel free to correct me in the reviews if you see me screw up ;) Other than that, Snarry is one of the best things that has ever happened since the beginning of time, so I hope you enjoy :P
Yes yes, I do not own Harry Potter. I'm not THAT blessed, my folks.
Chapter 1
Harry was surrounded by people. His problem wasn't loneliness anymore. The summer was over, the sleepless nights that highlighted this lack of connection he felt, were over too. He was never truly alone in Hogwarts. His friends, professors, books, notes, sounds constantly surrounded him. Then why did he feel this way? The boy shifted his focus back to his hand which had started to make the notes unreadable by scribbling unconsciously. "Dammit" sighed the boy. He put the pen, the notebook, and his textbooks on the wooden table next to him. He found it hard to concentrate on his homework, or anything at all for that matter, these days. The common room was usually already empty at this hour. Hurry was a night owl, to say the least. He enjoyed the serenity and quiet of the night. There was a slightly mysterious and calming feeling you get after the world drifts away to sleep and time stops. Harry loved it. And hated it at the same time. It WOULD be beautiful. It could be the happiest time of the day. If this feeling could just stop following him around! The young boy got up from the couch, put on the cloak, the precious invisibility cloak that had served him so many times, and slipped through the portrait. The moonlight filled hallways always calmed his mind. He tried to be more rational. Rather than trying to change the way he felt, he liked to question it. To ask why. It always helped him find some sort of satisfaction, a feeling of closure. At least some closure.
It's not like this feeling of loneliness, or emptiness, or whatever it was, was something new to him. He always felt it- to some extent. But this year it was stronger. Maybe it intensified because of those summer nights he spent alone? Maybe all of those times he envied his friends for having a place to call home? Maybe it just keeps on building up over the years? Harry almost smiled. He was actually very grateful for so many things in his life. Of course, he had Sirius now. Now Harry knew that he had a home to come back to and some family that actually FELT like his. Yeah, things with Sirius were still pretty complicated considering they couldn't really meet until he was free of charges. But they were in contact. That's the thing Harry couldn't understand. His life seemed fine now. Great even. Then why did he feel this way? Maybe it's just the night that would bring him back this longing, like a memory, a glimpse from the past?
He stopped wandering the hallways at this point and sat down on the bottom of a staircase in front of him. From where the boy sat, you could see the wide corridor and some stone arks leading to the Slytherin side of the castle, the dormitory and some of the classrooms as well. He realized he wasn't as frustrated anymore. He always felt better after his nightly walks. Maybe he just needed to clear his head, that's all.
Suddenly, he heard the door open at the back of the hallway that he sat in front of. Harry made sure that no part of his body was out of the invisibility cloak and waited curiously for the figure to come into view. It was Snape. Harry grinned and thought "Looks like The Poison teacher is back after all". Harry did find it kind of odd that he missed the first month of the school year, though everyone already knew that Professor Snape was out to do some business with the Ministry of Magic. No one really knew what was going on in the magic world, but students felt tension nonetheless. They saw the tension in adult's faces. Something was up. The boy didn't want to get caught, considering the first class tomorrow WILL be Poisons with Slytherin, so he quickly stood up and made his way back to the dormitory.