This is Lady Luv here and I decided to put up a Harry Potter oneshot. Thought it be nice and seeing as I read plenty of HP fanfiction I thought I give it a try.
Summary:What if Harry met someone else at Kings Cross when he died in Deathly Hallows? What would he do? SnapexHarry friendship
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series cause if I did Lucius will be wearing more leather pants and less robes, Severus would be my personal love machine both twins would be alive and sexier, more showing of Charlie weasely and Ron would be hunky and thinks before he speaks. Harry would just be ukeish and loveable the end!
edited: apparantly I wrote lucious instead of lucius... im sure he has a lucious backside but im glad someone caught that thanks
Looking around, I stared at the carenage. The bodies of student, teachers and death eaters alike lay around me dead or dying. Before me stood the reason for my suffering, my pain; everyone's pain.
Tom Riddle
His snake visage had been gone for a while thanks to some ingenious potions. I dare not think who. Tom was the picturesque of good looks again; and I guess that was our downfall. With better looks to pull others to his side be them wizard or notRiddle would out number the Order 3 to 1. I don't count the Ministry for it was obvious it had fallen a long time ago. Looking into the face of my enemy listening to him jeer and taunt, I let my gaze lower to the ground. At his feet lay Nagini the second last Horcrux left, the one we failed to destroy and the the one to stand. Clenching my fists as I faught back the tears, willing them not to fall as the truth hit me like a speeding Hippogryph. It was over.
"Goodbye, Harry Potter. Avada Kedavra!"
The familar green shot at me nd I closed my eyes, knowing... this is the end.
Gasping I shot from my seat on a startling white ben, looking around wodering where I was.
"Potter." someone called from behind me, a voice I quickly recognized.
I spun around and was greeted with the familiar black robes of a man I know,
"Severus." I coun't help the smile that worked it's way onto my face as I took in Snape's dour expression.
"I don't recall giving you permission to use my first name Mr. Po-" I couldn't help it as I flung my self into his chest squeezing him for all I was worth. I felt the tenseness then the tentative touch back and Snape's strong arms encircling my body. I felt the dam break and my sobs was the only sound made in this clean place with my professor here as he always was; but this time I was allowed to cry.
I originally typed this on my notes in my phone so I know its short but it the thought that counts.