Part Two:
Faith?
A/N: Hope you like this, I certainly do. The characters are not mine, everything else I hope is original.
Down in Snape's dungeon, he sat at his small wooden desk cluttered with all sorts of vials and beakers. He spun around in his chair contemplating what daunting task was before him. Although Severus Snape was an eloquently well-spoken person, he never was much on speaking to large crowds. Truth be told, he was much happier when he was left alone, although Albus often reminded him that one's purpose for being alone should not be solely to wallow in one's own self pity and downfalls.
It was true Snape did often think about the past, and could often care less about the future, he suppose this was one of his main reasons being a spy against Voldermort never did phase him. He never thought much about living, because he had never really known what "living" felt like. Then it struck him,
"What am I going to do now?" Snape said to himself somewhat shaken. Voldermort was gone and he no longer had a purpose, but yet he still had not paid his punishment.
***
At that very moment in the other end of the castle one Gryffindor asked the same question. Harry Potter. The famous Harry Potter had help bring Voldermort to an end and he no longer felt as if he belonged anywhere, and his nearing graduation made him question himself even more. Harry had always felt like he was some sort of animal at a petting zoo, people always coming up to him asking him about his scar, and if they could touch it.
The Slytherins never did anything like that, no the Slytherin had always made him feel like crap for something he barely even remembered. Harry could see their jealousy in their eyes, and their hatred towards him. Never once has Harry had it easy, or had a chance to live like any normal witch or wizard.
Now that Voldermort was defeated he felt as if his job was done, and that there was nothing more for him to do. He had to say that the Dursley's weren't anything but cruel and unusual punishment for the years leading up to Hogwarts. When Harry finally got his chance to escape and come to the castle he felt as if he belonged, if he knew what hope and life was. Hogwarts was his whole life. But it was about to end, in two short weeks it would be over, and he would go find his own place, and start again. The only problem was that he wasn't sure of how to go about it. The scar was gone but the past still lingered.
Harry couldn't sleep so he decided to sneak down to the kitchen and get something to eat. He put on his invisibility cloak and slowly moved the sleeping fat lady out of the way in order to get out of the common room. Over the years Ron and he had gotten good at finding their way down to the kitchen without awaking anyone. Ron of course, was fast asleep dreaming about Quidditch or Hermione, his two favorite things in the whole world.
Harry knew that it would be different after Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione were practically married, and Sirius had died at the last battle with Voldermort. Professor Lupin had offered him a place to stay, but he felt that if he were going to move on he would have to get away from the pain that he felt every time he looked into Lupin's eyes. He just wanted to stay at Hogwarts forever and relive his years here, with or without a threat from Voldermort.
***
Snape's mind was growing frustrated trying to think of what to write. So he decided that he would prowl the halls, as it was his favorite thing to do. As he stood, he felt as if his heavy cloak was choking him so he took it off, just for the night.
Snape heard his stomach growl, and realized he skipped dinner as he often did, but this night he felt perhaps he should drowned his sorrow in food, something he rarely liked to do.
He climbed through the door behind the painting of the bowl of fruit and sat down at one of the many kitchen counters. His eyes were tired and his heart was sad, the future seemed bleak for the Potion's Master.
Harry Potter heard someone coming into the kitchen; he went over to the refrigerator and just stood, hoping that it was only a student. It was worse, it was Snape. It seemed that the few times that Harry had been down in the kitchens Snape had been there too. Harry figured he wouldn't be long, so he just waited. What seemed like a half hour went by when Harry heard something.
"Potter, why don't you save us both the trouble and take a seat before you fall asleep standing up." Snape said to him. Harry slowly took of his invisibility cloak and carefully walked over to the counter that Snape was sitting at knowing what was coming next.
"Mr. Potter, you know the rules, your not suppose to be in the kitchen let alone during sleeping hours." he said calmly
"I know sir I am sorry but I couldn't sleep." Harry said softly.
"Well then I suggest you fix us something to eat." Snape said knowing the kind of reaction he would get from Potter.
"Are you serious? You're not going to punish me?"
"Let's just say that I don't really feel like taking petty little points away from the Gryffindor house tonight." Harry desperately wanted to ask him if he was sick, but held his tongue. A few moments past when Harry spoke again.
"Sir.. Thank you." He said.
"You have trouble sleeping don't you Potter?" Snape asked.
"Ah, well lately yes. How did you know?" Harry asked
"I see you in here about once a week, and if not here, in the courtyard, or the Great Hall."
"Sir, what do you mean you can see me?"
"Potter, although you might think you are invisible, you do not know how to act invisible."
"Oh, well I thought I have gotten pretty good over the years."
"You have gotten better, but you tend to shake when you see me, that is how I can see you, and I can always hear you breathing."
"But yet you haven't punished me?" Harry asked.
"No, let's just leave it at that." Snape said wanting to drop the subject.
"So, why can't you sleep?" Harry asked.
"Three brilliant Gryffindors nominated me to give the graduation speech, what fools they are." Harry gulped knowing that he was one of those three.
"So, you are going to do it?" Harry questioned
"Yes, only because the Headmaster wishes me to." Snape said sweeping his hand through his hair.
"Well, I am sure you have lots that you could say, your speeches in class are riveting." Harry said seriously.
"And since when have you started listening Potter?"
"I have always listened, no matter how much you refuse to acknowledge it."
"Well truth be told I hate public speaking, and I am sure I have you and your comrades to thank for getting me into this mess?" Snape questioned again.
"Uh..Yes sir, I did vote for you, but that is because I thought you might have a more interesting perspective into what the future might hold." Harry finished.
"The Future, Potter, I don't even know what I am doing a week from now, and you expect me to have the answers?" Snape raised his voice.
"You can't be serious, you.. you always seemed so confident." Harry said not understanding.
"Potter I am as about as confident as you are." Snape said hiding his eyes.
"Sir, do you want to know what has always scared me the most?" Harry asked.
"What?" Snape scoffed.
"That I would wake up from this wonderful dream, and be back at the Dursley's in my cupboard and still be a nobody." Harry said.
"I assure you Potter this is no dream, and you are not a nobody, everyone seems to adore you, adore you because you are perfect, and because you conquered evil." Snape said with a tone of jealousy.
"So what, I hate the attention!" Harry said.
"I know that."
"Then why do you constantly put me down because of it?"
"Because, I wanted so much to have a little bit of happiness as you did, Potter you have had everything, friends, courage, bravery, and something that people never had in me,"
"What was that?"
"Faith." Was all he said.
"It is getting late Potter, go back to bed, … you have helped me. Good night." Snape said as he walked Mr. Potter out of the kitchen.
"Sir, I have faith in you." Harry Potter said as he put back on the cloak and took the stairs up to his common room as Professor Snape went down to the dungeons.
End of Part Two
Faith?
A/N: Hope you like this, I certainly do. The characters are not mine, everything else I hope is original.
Down in Snape's dungeon, he sat at his small wooden desk cluttered with all sorts of vials and beakers. He spun around in his chair contemplating what daunting task was before him. Although Severus Snape was an eloquently well-spoken person, he never was much on speaking to large crowds. Truth be told, he was much happier when he was left alone, although Albus often reminded him that one's purpose for being alone should not be solely to wallow in one's own self pity and downfalls.
It was true Snape did often think about the past, and could often care less about the future, he suppose this was one of his main reasons being a spy against Voldermort never did phase him. He never thought much about living, because he had never really known what "living" felt like. Then it struck him,
"What am I going to do now?" Snape said to himself somewhat shaken. Voldermort was gone and he no longer had a purpose, but yet he still had not paid his punishment.
***
At that very moment in the other end of the castle one Gryffindor asked the same question. Harry Potter. The famous Harry Potter had help bring Voldermort to an end and he no longer felt as if he belonged anywhere, and his nearing graduation made him question himself even more. Harry had always felt like he was some sort of animal at a petting zoo, people always coming up to him asking him about his scar, and if they could touch it.
The Slytherins never did anything like that, no the Slytherin had always made him feel like crap for something he barely even remembered. Harry could see their jealousy in their eyes, and their hatred towards him. Never once has Harry had it easy, or had a chance to live like any normal witch or wizard.
Now that Voldermort was defeated he felt as if his job was done, and that there was nothing more for him to do. He had to say that the Dursley's weren't anything but cruel and unusual punishment for the years leading up to Hogwarts. When Harry finally got his chance to escape and come to the castle he felt as if he belonged, if he knew what hope and life was. Hogwarts was his whole life. But it was about to end, in two short weeks it would be over, and he would go find his own place, and start again. The only problem was that he wasn't sure of how to go about it. The scar was gone but the past still lingered.
Harry couldn't sleep so he decided to sneak down to the kitchen and get something to eat. He put on his invisibility cloak and slowly moved the sleeping fat lady out of the way in order to get out of the common room. Over the years Ron and he had gotten good at finding their way down to the kitchen without awaking anyone. Ron of course, was fast asleep dreaming about Quidditch or Hermione, his two favorite things in the whole world.
Harry knew that it would be different after Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione were practically married, and Sirius had died at the last battle with Voldermort. Professor Lupin had offered him a place to stay, but he felt that if he were going to move on he would have to get away from the pain that he felt every time he looked into Lupin's eyes. He just wanted to stay at Hogwarts forever and relive his years here, with or without a threat from Voldermort.
***
Snape's mind was growing frustrated trying to think of what to write. So he decided that he would prowl the halls, as it was his favorite thing to do. As he stood, he felt as if his heavy cloak was choking him so he took it off, just for the night.
Snape heard his stomach growl, and realized he skipped dinner as he often did, but this night he felt perhaps he should drowned his sorrow in food, something he rarely liked to do.
He climbed through the door behind the painting of the bowl of fruit and sat down at one of the many kitchen counters. His eyes were tired and his heart was sad, the future seemed bleak for the Potion's Master.
Harry Potter heard someone coming into the kitchen; he went over to the refrigerator and just stood, hoping that it was only a student. It was worse, it was Snape. It seemed that the few times that Harry had been down in the kitchens Snape had been there too. Harry figured he wouldn't be long, so he just waited. What seemed like a half hour went by when Harry heard something.
"Potter, why don't you save us both the trouble and take a seat before you fall asleep standing up." Snape said to him. Harry slowly took of his invisibility cloak and carefully walked over to the counter that Snape was sitting at knowing what was coming next.
"Mr. Potter, you know the rules, your not suppose to be in the kitchen let alone during sleeping hours." he said calmly
"I know sir I am sorry but I couldn't sleep." Harry said softly.
"Well then I suggest you fix us something to eat." Snape said knowing the kind of reaction he would get from Potter.
"Are you serious? You're not going to punish me?"
"Let's just say that I don't really feel like taking petty little points away from the Gryffindor house tonight." Harry desperately wanted to ask him if he was sick, but held his tongue. A few moments past when Harry spoke again.
"Sir.. Thank you." He said.
"You have trouble sleeping don't you Potter?" Snape asked.
"Ah, well lately yes. How did you know?" Harry asked
"I see you in here about once a week, and if not here, in the courtyard, or the Great Hall."
"Sir, what do you mean you can see me?"
"Potter, although you might think you are invisible, you do not know how to act invisible."
"Oh, well I thought I have gotten pretty good over the years."
"You have gotten better, but you tend to shake when you see me, that is how I can see you, and I can always hear you breathing."
"But yet you haven't punished me?" Harry asked.
"No, let's just leave it at that." Snape said wanting to drop the subject.
"So, why can't you sleep?" Harry asked.
"Three brilliant Gryffindors nominated me to give the graduation speech, what fools they are." Harry gulped knowing that he was one of those three.
"So, you are going to do it?" Harry questioned
"Yes, only because the Headmaster wishes me to." Snape said sweeping his hand through his hair.
"Well, I am sure you have lots that you could say, your speeches in class are riveting." Harry said seriously.
"And since when have you started listening Potter?"
"I have always listened, no matter how much you refuse to acknowledge it."
"Well truth be told I hate public speaking, and I am sure I have you and your comrades to thank for getting me into this mess?" Snape questioned again.
"Uh..Yes sir, I did vote for you, but that is because I thought you might have a more interesting perspective into what the future might hold." Harry finished.
"The Future, Potter, I don't even know what I am doing a week from now, and you expect me to have the answers?" Snape raised his voice.
"You can't be serious, you.. you always seemed so confident." Harry said not understanding.
"Potter I am as about as confident as you are." Snape said hiding his eyes.
"Sir, do you want to know what has always scared me the most?" Harry asked.
"What?" Snape scoffed.
"That I would wake up from this wonderful dream, and be back at the Dursley's in my cupboard and still be a nobody." Harry said.
"I assure you Potter this is no dream, and you are not a nobody, everyone seems to adore you, adore you because you are perfect, and because you conquered evil." Snape said with a tone of jealousy.
"So what, I hate the attention!" Harry said.
"I know that."
"Then why do you constantly put me down because of it?"
"Because, I wanted so much to have a little bit of happiness as you did, Potter you have had everything, friends, courage, bravery, and something that people never had in me,"
"What was that?"
"Faith." Was all he said.
"It is getting late Potter, go back to bed, … you have helped me. Good night." Snape said as he walked Mr. Potter out of the kitchen.
"Sir, I have faith in you." Harry Potter said as he put back on the cloak and took the stairs up to his common room as Professor Snape went down to the dungeons.
End of Part Two