Chapter 52: The Realities Of Want
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Spinner's End, Cokeworth England, Muggle World...
Since the rather untimely death of Ronald B. Weasley and the subsequent months following, Regulus had taken up a personal project and began to actively restore the Snape family home from the inside out. The work had been a combination of muggle and magical means the true cultivation of his father's existence. Most of the remodeling had been done over night and took less time than conventional means due to the magical application done in the middle of the night when all the clueless muggles that still occupied the town were to be asleep.
The raven haired wizard had been hard at work despite the oppressive heat from the blazing sun that loomed in the sky above him. His muscular torso was riddle with sweat and his raven hair was soaked in it as well sticking heavily to his well defined shoulders. He'd still been pale, despite the sun hitting his shirtless upper body with no remorse and busy with redoing the tiles on the roof of the old place.
As he worked, Regulus Snape's attention had wavered a bit when he felt the presence of a visitor on his property. He looked up from his roof taking a chance in believing that Hermione had finally come to seek him out only to be utterly disappointed with the appearance of Harry Potter.
The green eyed wizard didn't appear to be making a social call as he stood in the yard with his arms folded across his chest and a stern expression on his face.
"Well look what the cat dragged in." said the younger Snape as he made a show of climbing down the ladder to the roof in a bid not to give the neighboring muggles a fright with his magical aptitude.
"I wish to speak with you." said Harry sounding a bit testy as he glared at Regulus.
The immensely tall raven haired wizard stretched a bit as he came down from the ladder and slicked his hair back from his face in a bid to get a good view of "Geek boy". He had not known what had crawled up his ass as of late but he sure wasn't going to play the role of pushover just to appease "The chosen One's" ego.
"Too bad, I don't wish to speak with you." he replied moving toward two cans of pain sitting in the dirt not far from the newly made concrete steps.
Not one to be denied, Harry followed him intent on making his opinion heard by this strange American wizard that so happened to be the son of his former Potions Professor.
"You need to leave Hermione alone." said Harry.
Regulus stopped fiddling with the paints and turned to face the green eyed wizard.
"Last I checked Hermione was free to be friends with whomever she wants to." he said turning back to the paints.
"You and I both know you are interested in far more than friendship with her." insisted Harry angrily.
Once more Regulus found himself pulled away from his paints. The implication in Harry Potter's tone had been less than savory and needed far more addressing than the mixing of white and green frothing from the silver cans.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what I want from her?" asked the raven haired wizard getting a bit angry himself.
"She's a widow and she's got two children to consider." continued Harry not bothered by Regulus's rage. "You will do well to keep away from her and allow her to get on with her life."
"Don't tell me what to do Potter." spat Regulus in a dangerous tone. "If she wants to be with me then so be it, neither you nor any of Weasley's family have anything to do with us."
"You're wrong." replied Harry with a glint of rage behind his emerald green eyes. "We are her family and we have everything to say about it."
"You aren't going to make me stop seeing her." said Regulus fully intent on ignoring this so called "warning" from Potter.
"As of this moment, I am putting you on notice." said Harry. "You are not to come near my home or my family ever again...and should you so much as approach Hermione on the street corner, I shall have it reported to the proper authorities given that you are now a person of suspicion."
"WHAT!?" asked Regulus caught off guard by this new development.
"You heard me." replied Harry in a stern tone. "We were all just fine here in England before you showed up...no one had even heard of this SBD and now suddenly Ron is gone...your altercations with him over Hermione have cast you in a very damaging light Mr. Snape."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" asked the raven haired wizard in disbelief. "Have you forgotten how many times I've saved your collective asses when those robed freaks showed up?"
"Another piece of damaging evidence against you Mr. Snape, those "robed freaks" you mentioned were not seen unless you happened to be in the same vicinity." said Harry not at all willing to give an inch in this investigation.
"You seriously think I had something to do with..." began Regulus outraged before falling silent. "Of course...you probably didn't even bother looking for evidence...just one word from the chosen one and suddenly I'm a monster to the wizarding world...guess dear old dad couldn't have all the luck when it came to you grinding him under your heel."
"This has nothing to do with your father." said Harry trying his best to keep Snape out of this.
"Fuck you Potter." hissed Regulus. "This has everything to do with him...and why you think you're such hot shit here in the wizarding world."
He narrowed his obsidian eyes at the bastard whom had been attempting to blackmail him into staying away from Hermione.
"How quickly we forget the wrongdoings of those whom have died just because they died." said Regulus never believing himself to have to resort to quoting his deceased father. "I never touched that freckle faced idiot but that doesn't mean a damn thing to you...you just want to keep me away from Hermione so could continue to play hero to her now that Ron's out of the picture..."
"You've been warned Mr. Snape." said Harry turning his back on Regulus.
"And so have you Potter." replied Regulus.
He had no intention of backing away from the witch he loved just because Harry Potter wanted to falsely uphold Ron's memory.