Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognised characters I am just having
fun. Not making any money or anything.
Authors note: Warning this fic is going to contain SLASH as in two men having a relationship. If this freaks you out or you find in disgusting I suggest you leave, but if you do happen to read and feel compelled to Flame me please do as they entertain me greatly and I could do with a good laugh. Now for everyone who loves a Slash story just as I do, I hope you enjoy and that this is not a predictable standard kind of a fic.
Prologue:
The dead littered the ground. The casualties of a war that should never have been allowed to occur. Voldemort was dead, or so they thought but the price they had to pay was dear. Acceptable causatives was what the minister of magic called them, there was nothing acceptable about how many people were lost. The kindly, sweet Headmaster with a core of steel was one of the first to go. He died trying to protect the school his sacrifice meant many of the pupils could live to fight another day. Hagrid the gamekeeper of the school tried to fight of the attackers but he never had a chance without his magic he was a lamb to the slaughter. Ron and Hermione were singled out by the death eaters; they were not killed in battle they were brutally murdered. A plot to dishearten the boy who lived. Draco was a death eater, or so everyone thought, he showed his true colours during the battle. Turning on his own thus giving the powers of light valuable seconds needed to defeat Voldemort. Many other unnamed aurors and students were killed trying to protect others. But the ultimate sacrifice was the boy who lived, the man who killed Voldemort and the martyr for them all. Harry disappeared when Voldemort died; they flung curses at each other, Harry's aim was true and Voldemort fell taking Harry with him.
Sev fell to his knees, tears steamed down his face. His mentor was dead; many of his friends were dead. And the green eyed young man who he loved more that he should have but never could show was dead. He bitterly regretted never telling Harry how he felt. The reasons seemed so sound before the battle, he could lose his job, Harry was a student, he was old enough to be his father, plus many more but now. now it seemed so trivial. None of that mattered now. All that mattered top Sev was that the only person he had ever loved was dead without ever knowing the truth.
"Severus" A voice whispered. It was Minerva. She laid a hand on his shoulder. "We have to be strong for the students.' she told him gently. Sev nodded, of course she was right. Sev looked at the students who were slowly getting to their feet, looking dazed, some were crying, others were comforting; all were in a state of shock. He saw a Slytherin prefect comforting a Grifindor first year. He allowed himself a small smile, hoping that the inter house rivalry that had existed since before he was born would come to a stop. He had a feeling that this newfound compassion was somewhat to do with Draco's heroics, Draco had been a Slytherin Prefect, he was their leader, they all looked up to them. They saw what he had done for Harry, his school time adversary and saw that it was ok to let go of house prejudices. Sev hoped that Draco new how much his sacrifice affected his former class mates, that he had done a lot of good.
He got to his feet, wiping away the tears.
"Everybody into the great hall." He bellowed, they needed to be away from all the carnage. "The people that could walk helped those who could not, the ones that could not see were escorted by ones that could. And slowly everyone who had been apart of the battle made their way inside.
The hall was crowed but as Sev noted sadly not as crowded, as it should have been. He looked at the rest of the teachers who had survived the battle. Minerva stood at his side. There was a flutter of wings and a beautiful phoenix made its way towards the group of teachers. "Fawkes" Sev whispered, recognising the bird as Dumbledore's pet. I came to a rest on his shoulder a letter attached to its leg. Sev read it slowly scarcely believing what it said.
Dear Severus Since you are reading this letter I must presume some awful fate must have befallen me and I am no longer able to hold the position of Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have for a long time known that I want you to be my successor. Please take good care of my school, I now that you will.
Albus Dumbledore.
Sev silently handed the letter over to Minerva, she gave a faint smile.
"Well done Severus." She whispered. Sev snapped out of his daze, realising that there was still things that needed to be taken care of.
"Alright listen carefully" He addressed the remaining teachers. "Here is what we need to do." He instructed then all in what needed to be done.
A hazy apparition watched them unseen, he smiled. He knew that Severus really was the best choice. The only one who could deal with the aftermath of the battle.
Severus did indeed deal with it all; he pushed his grief to the back of his mind and got on with what needed to be done. The injured were tended to, the dead were buried and the boy who lived was never found.
Authors note: Warning this fic is going to contain SLASH as in two men having a relationship. If this freaks you out or you find in disgusting I suggest you leave, but if you do happen to read and feel compelled to Flame me please do as they entertain me greatly and I could do with a good laugh. Now for everyone who loves a Slash story just as I do, I hope you enjoy and that this is not a predictable standard kind of a fic.
Prologue:
The dead littered the ground. The casualties of a war that should never have been allowed to occur. Voldemort was dead, or so they thought but the price they had to pay was dear. Acceptable causatives was what the minister of magic called them, there was nothing acceptable about how many people were lost. The kindly, sweet Headmaster with a core of steel was one of the first to go. He died trying to protect the school his sacrifice meant many of the pupils could live to fight another day. Hagrid the gamekeeper of the school tried to fight of the attackers but he never had a chance without his magic he was a lamb to the slaughter. Ron and Hermione were singled out by the death eaters; they were not killed in battle they were brutally murdered. A plot to dishearten the boy who lived. Draco was a death eater, or so everyone thought, he showed his true colours during the battle. Turning on his own thus giving the powers of light valuable seconds needed to defeat Voldemort. Many other unnamed aurors and students were killed trying to protect others. But the ultimate sacrifice was the boy who lived, the man who killed Voldemort and the martyr for them all. Harry disappeared when Voldemort died; they flung curses at each other, Harry's aim was true and Voldemort fell taking Harry with him.
Sev fell to his knees, tears steamed down his face. His mentor was dead; many of his friends were dead. And the green eyed young man who he loved more that he should have but never could show was dead. He bitterly regretted never telling Harry how he felt. The reasons seemed so sound before the battle, he could lose his job, Harry was a student, he was old enough to be his father, plus many more but now. now it seemed so trivial. None of that mattered now. All that mattered top Sev was that the only person he had ever loved was dead without ever knowing the truth.
"Severus" A voice whispered. It was Minerva. She laid a hand on his shoulder. "We have to be strong for the students.' she told him gently. Sev nodded, of course she was right. Sev looked at the students who were slowly getting to their feet, looking dazed, some were crying, others were comforting; all were in a state of shock. He saw a Slytherin prefect comforting a Grifindor first year. He allowed himself a small smile, hoping that the inter house rivalry that had existed since before he was born would come to a stop. He had a feeling that this newfound compassion was somewhat to do with Draco's heroics, Draco had been a Slytherin Prefect, he was their leader, they all looked up to them. They saw what he had done for Harry, his school time adversary and saw that it was ok to let go of house prejudices. Sev hoped that Draco new how much his sacrifice affected his former class mates, that he had done a lot of good.
He got to his feet, wiping away the tears.
"Everybody into the great hall." He bellowed, they needed to be away from all the carnage. "The people that could walk helped those who could not, the ones that could not see were escorted by ones that could. And slowly everyone who had been apart of the battle made their way inside.
The hall was crowed but as Sev noted sadly not as crowded, as it should have been. He looked at the rest of the teachers who had survived the battle. Minerva stood at his side. There was a flutter of wings and a beautiful phoenix made its way towards the group of teachers. "Fawkes" Sev whispered, recognising the bird as Dumbledore's pet. I came to a rest on his shoulder a letter attached to its leg. Sev read it slowly scarcely believing what it said.
Dear Severus Since you are reading this letter I must presume some awful fate must have befallen me and I am no longer able to hold the position of Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have for a long time known that I want you to be my successor. Please take good care of my school, I now that you will.
Albus Dumbledore.
Sev silently handed the letter over to Minerva, she gave a faint smile.
"Well done Severus." She whispered. Sev snapped out of his daze, realising that there was still things that needed to be taken care of.
"Alright listen carefully" He addressed the remaining teachers. "Here is what we need to do." He instructed then all in what needed to be done.
A hazy apparition watched them unseen, he smiled. He knew that Severus really was the best choice. The only one who could deal with the aftermath of the battle.
Severus did indeed deal with it all; he pushed his grief to the back of his mind and got on with what needed to be done. The injured were tended to, the dead were buried and the boy who lived was never found.