VINCTUS SSHG
A SS/HG fanfic by The Sortiarius 13
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...ECT...
(This is a Repost)
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Prologue: A Stay Of Execution
The Forbidden Forrest, Outskirts Of Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
The onset of an intensely powerful heat had been the only thing he could feel, his agonized flesh being searing in the wake of being struck as he crawled helplessly onto the soupy 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 intense agony that ripped through his already weakened and battered body. Obsidian eyes sought a way out, his survival instinct kicking into overdrive as he scrambled for a means of escape. The pain persisted, leaving the fumbling man to helplessly clutch at his exposed left 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 or witch, but that is what they were named none the less.
Still scrambling, the man's shoulder length raven hair had been so soaked to the point of sticking to the sides of his pale sallow cheeks, he had been such a death eater. He had been Headmaster, Spy, scorned, revered, feared, and mocked alike. Although now, he had mostly been in agony following the recent turn of events that lead to his rather fortunate survival at the climax of the second wizarding war.
Another round of intense pain sent the still struggling man curling onto his side in a bid to stave off the after effects. His keen ears picked up the faint trace of the two voices ringing out in the distance amid the debris and the mud. 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 whom had known only pain before and continued to know it at this point in time.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE SNAPE!" shouted the male very much irate with a hint of disgust behind his tone.
"Don't do this... Harry, this isn't right." pleaded the female with a good deal of concern in her own tone as well as fear for what the next few moments would bring.
In an instant, the death eater known as collectively as Headmaster Severus S. Snape knew to whom the two young voices had belonged to. The enraged male, was none other than that pompous brat Harry James Potter and the concerned female the ever compassionate Miss Hermione Jean Granger. Snape 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. He had attempted in quite a good many ways to enlighten the lad 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 whom had been in ear shot, only Miss Granger had acknowledged that such a possibility had to taken into consideration.
Miss Granger, her voice had been soft and attentive, there was a hint of patience and admiration in her tone, but the sensation of seemingly unyielding agony had been too much to bare and impeded the ailing wizard's ability to focus on anything. She was clearly trying to tell Harry not to murder him, especially given that he'd been the current Headmaster of Hogwarts that the wizarding world would want a trial for Snape as opposed to their so called "Hero" committing out right murder.
"What if you're wrong, Harry?" she asked frantic in her attempts to convince her best friend to stay his hand. "What if , Professor Snape is telling the truth and you murder him?"
Glaring down at the seemingly helpless wizard clad in ebony that had been the very bane of his existence since their initial encounter, the irate Potter's green eyes had reflected only hatred as he continued to take in the sight of the broken man lying in the thickness of the soupy mud twitching as tremors racked his half exposed lean body. He had been in a great deal of pain and it would only get worse.
Harry had known all too well what kind of pain he'd put the scrambling wizard through as he'd learned such a punishing spell from the very feet of the despot Voldemort himself.
"HE KILLED DUMBLEDORE!" shouted Harry not in the least willing to forgo his hatred of the man at his feet. "HE'S AS BAD AS VOLDEMORT!"
"Harry." said Hermione trying to reason with him. "Please reconsider, he needs to be tried...if he is found guilty then they will decided what to do with him."
"I SAW HIM KILL DUMBLEDORE WITH MY OWN EYES!" continued Harry not in the least understanding why Hermione would want to come to Snape of all people's aid given his dastardly reputation and the fact that he was in fact, a murderer. "DUMBLEDORE TRUSTED HIM AND SNAPE JUST KILLED HIM!"
Hermione sighed not at all willing to give up on her best friend seeing reason.
"Harry, please." she said meeting his gaze for a few moments before he returned to glaring at the downed Snape. "Just let the courts handle this."
Harry Potter gripped his wand tightly within his fist wanting so badly to send another vicious spell coursing through the battered former Potions Professor turned Headmaster whom had taken the life of a man whom had given him a chance to be something other than one of Voldemort's pet death eater. There were no words to describe the rage behind the young Potter's eyes as he contemplated in silent fury still staring at his intended target.
It would have been so easy to just end the bastard right there and avenge the fallen Headmaster who's position Snape had stolen but eventually, he came to realize that Hermione had been right, Snape needed to face not just him but the entire wizarding world for his crimes and rightly so.
"You'll get what you deserve Snape." said the embittered green eyed teen. "Whither they decided to 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 beaten and weary former Professor, he had risked so much in the past, spying for the order. He had even jumped in front of a blood thirsty werewolf to protect them, despite his well documented fear of the creature. She had not understood it when Harry came rushing up to her declaring that he had been right about Snape all along. Harry shouted before everyone whom would listen that Professor Severus Snape was a murderous traitor that served only Voldemort.
The dour wizard himself could only lie there on the muddy ground resting quite uncomfortably on his side shaking as the rain continued to pour over them making the ground as muddy as it's ever been, his face swollen from the many cuts and bruises from the altercations he had in the great hall and with Voldemort himself. Hermione noted that the poor bloke's left eye was undoubtedly swollen shut and that his jaw might have been broken given the intense swelling.
It was abundantly clear that Harry had been brutal in his assault on the current Headmaster of Hogwarts. The enraged lad used his various spells to bind and beat a powerless Snape while he writhed in agony from the dark mark dissipating, like with all of the other death eaters, Voldemort's death had left him weak and 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 unrestrained hatred, pure in it's intent and quite lethal. 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, it had been the only warmth he had felt aside from his fireplace in a long while and he had a feeling it would be the last time he'd be given to such a kindness. Despite being starved for affection since he'd been a lad, Snape winced as she never broke eye contact with him. She had not been able to shake the image of him blocking Lupin's vicious claw from striking her with his own body, taking a very powerful hit in the process. It amazed her to look back and note that he had not even given it a single thought before he absorbed the blow. Only functioning in terms of keeping them safe from the might of were-Lupin.
Still half conscious due to the pain ripping through his body, Snape's obsidian eyes became fixed on her.
"W-why?" he rasped as he looked at her in utter confusion.
No one had bothered to care for his well being before that had not had the name Malfoy attached to them, and yet here she was...advocating for him to be spared a brutal execution and given to a trial for his perceived "war crimes" and he had not even given her a second thought before hand.
"Because, you don't deserve this." she said softly as once more tears streamed down her cheeks while she met his gaze.
Her sweet voice was the last thing he had heard before his surroundings began to fade to black and the sounds of the world including the rain had been muffled away until nothing remained aside from a brief image of a weeping girl with a heart unlike any he had ever known. The battered wizard would forever have that final image etched into his mind despite his lack of consciousness. To him, she seemed to carry a good deal of affection for him, despite his disinterest in her in any fashion and had he been capable, he might have inquired as to why that had been, or perhaps it had been guilt, Gryffindors were notorious for such things after all.
If nothing else, he believed that she couldn't have possibly cared for an old death eater clinging to what was left of his miserable existence, could she?