Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, although I would definitely love to
*swoons*! (He rox!) Anyway, HP belongs to JKR and whomever she wants to
give it to. Conclusion...don't sue me, I am but a poor student, you'll be
wasting your money...
Author's Notes: Oooooohhhh I LOVE you people!!! I am sooooo glad you liked the story! I wasn't planning to upload this till a little later, but I couldn't bear to disappoint you ^o^. Oh, and warnings again...this is a SLASH fic, an m/m pairing, if you don't like it, leave. There are no hints of abuse yet, for this chapter, but there will be soon, so if you don't want to read it, don't say I didn't warn you. And this is Severus/Harry pairing, if this revolts you, you'd better leave too.
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And thank you for those that reviewed ^.^...
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and this anonymous person that didn't leave a name
You people are the best!!! So I shall post this second chapter as a tribute to you all! ^.~
Now, on with story...
A Fallen Angel
By chibi-tenshi
With a small pop, he disappeared from the streets, only to reappear at the end of Pivet Drive a split second later. He purposefully advanced down the street, unaware of the appreciative stares he was getting from some of the womenfolk as he focused on he main goal: "to get Potter out of here as soon as possible so that he can resume his Potter-free holiday in peace".
His ever-stoic face twisted into a sneer as he set his sights on a perfectly normal two-storey house with its perfectly normal garage and a perfectly normal garden surrounded by a perfectly normal picket fence. "How quaint," he scoffed inwardly as he proceeded to march up to the door and pressed the doorbell. A loud "Ding-dong" resounded through the whole house. Tapping his foot impatiently on the pavement, Snape waited, for a minute, and then some, getting more and more irritated as the time crawled by. Fully scowling by now, he lifted his pale, slender hand in preparation to ring the doorbell again..when the door opened with such force that he was surprised that it did not come off its hinges.
Now blocking the doorway stood a huge block of fat of a man that was still wearing a blue-striped shirt with a clashing bright red tie and a pair of polyester pants, showing that he had probably just got home from work. At six feet two, with a huge bulk, a pair of piggy eyes (that type that looks half shut because of the fats surrounding it), a double chin and absolutely no neck, he seem a tall, fat and, on the overall, imposing figure, that is, if the person he was trying to intimidate wasn't Snape. Snape merely glared scornfully at his girth, lips curled up in disgust as his 'piggyness'.
"Good evening. You would be Mr. Vernon Dursley?" he asked politely, though his tone was clearly dripping with disdain.
"Um...yes, and you are?" asked Vernon, clearly flustered that he was unable to daunt this stranger.
"My name is Severus Snape. I am the potions master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am sent here to check on Mr. Harry Potter. If you could so kindly get him..."
"Y-y-you are one of those freaks! Get out of here this instance! I do not..." Vernon's voice started to escalate at the shock of seeing 'one of them'.
"Vernon, are you alright out there? Dinner's ready. Get that salesman to leave," came a woman's voice as she emerged into the living room with a whale of a boy trailing behind her.
The woman was the total opposite of Vernon. Horse-faced and bony, with twice the amount of neck, combined with the screeching tone in her voice and hey presto! A real life banshee! Her short gray skirt further emphasized her bony legs and the white apron was tied so tightly around her that it looked like it was choking her. Not a pretty picture.
The boy hiding behind her, or rather, trying to hide behind her, was the worst of the lot. Wider than he was tall, he looked as if he could fill up the whole row of back passengers sits in an average sized car. He would most likely have no problem squashing both Vernon and the woman with no problem at all. He vaguely resembled a sumo wrestler Snape had seen in a book once, except that he is a lot fatter. He was wearing a black t-shirt over a pair of suffocating looking jeans. All in all, a disgusting picture.
"Petunia, take Dudley back to the kitchen. It's one of them," Vernon ordered as soon as he regained his composure.
Snape arched an elegant eyebrow, surprised at this display. It is not like they have never seen wizards before, hell, Harry himself was one, so why all the fuss. Deciding that perhaps Vernon didn't catch what he had said, he repeated his 'request' with a sarcastic drawl, "Excuse me, I believe you did not catch me just now. Could you please get Mr. Potter down right now?"
At this, Vernon exploded, "There is no one that goes by the name of Potter here! I do NOT tolerate your kind of abnormality under my roof! Now GET OUT before I call the police!"
"Now, I believe this is the Dursley household, and Albus did specifically told me that Potter is residing here. So, you better /not/ try testing my patience and I am already annoyed as it is! You better get Potter down right this instance before I do something that you'll regret." All this was said in a deathly quiet tone that all students in Hogwarts had learnt to recognize, the tone that spelt 'trouble' with a capital T. Of course, Vernon, being the idiot oaf he was took no notice in his tone and firmly refused to admit about Harry's presence in the house.
"Fine, then you leave me with no choice. /Perificus Totalus!/" With that, Vernon fell in an ungraceful heap on the floor. Snape turned towards the rest of the Dursleys, who were cowering at a corner, and pointed his wand threateningly at them. "Make any noise or any move and you will end up like him." This caused them to further retreat into the corner.
Satisfied with the result, Snape finally took his first look around the room, absorbing in what he saw, and what he /didn't/ see disturbed him. There was no evidence that the Boy-Who-Lived was living here. There were tons and tons of pictures of Dudley, on the mantelpiece and hanging from the walls. Pictures of Dudley as a kid at the beach building sand castle, at the amusement parks on kiddy rides, at the zoo with the animals...
Shaking his head, he tried to clear his head, refusing to admit that he was concerned about Harry Potter. "There must be his pictures in other rooms," he reasoned with himself as he stormed up the stairs. "I do not care about Potter. He is another spoiled brat that needs to be put in his place!"
He reached for the door at the far left-hand side. It opened to show a lavishly decorated bedroom with a nice big king-sized bed sitting right in the middle, with a lovely antique dress table covered with all sort of make- up and face and hair products. A big wardrobe, with fine, delicate patterns carved into the wood, was standing next to a door that probably led to a bathroom. "The master bedroom. Quaint."
The second door on the left opened to what looked like a war zone. Toys, games, shirts, pants.all scattered around the room with careless abandon. A huge queen-sized bed set in the middle of the disarray, quilt unfolded, sheets rumpled, pillows strewn elsewhere... "Must be that boy's room. Dummy, Dudly or something..."
The last door on the right. "Potter's room," he smirked. "I wonder how it would look like." His smirk faded soon enough though, as he got nearer and nearer to the door. He could feel it, the cold, clammy feeling. The room positively radiated pain, torture, despair, hopelessness, depression, bleakness.and /death/. He shivered unconsciously. He had not felt this since the initial fall of Voldemort. He most certainly wasn't prepared to face with this...this dreariness here...
As he reached out for the doorknob and pushed, he noticed several things. One: the door wasn't budging. Two: there are locks and bolts on the door, at least four of each. Three: he didn't have the keys to unlock the door. And finally, four: he was a wizard, he had a wand, he knew the unlocking charm.
Pulling out his wand again from his robes, he pointed at the door and whispered, "/Alohamora/" Several clicks and squeaks later, the door was free from its restrains. He pushed it open, took a step inside and...
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Bwahahahaha! A cliffie! (sort of, since you should have guessed what's going to happen next by now) So...how was it? I personally think this is better than the first chapter *grinz*. Anyway the more people who review, the faster I'll finish the next chapter ^.^ So click the little "go" button below and type in something. ^.~
Author's Notes: Oooooohhhh I LOVE you people!!! I am sooooo glad you liked the story! I wasn't planning to upload this till a little later, but I couldn't bear to disappoint you ^o^. Oh, and warnings again...this is a SLASH fic, an m/m pairing, if you don't like it, leave. There are no hints of abuse yet, for this chapter, but there will be soon, so if you don't want to read it, don't say I didn't warn you. And this is Severus/Harry pairing, if this revolts you, you'd better leave too.
Key: /italics/
And thank you for those that reviewed ^.^...
velondra
kat
JaiyAlex
insanechildfanfic
Angie
Slyffindor Protegy
The Red Dragons Order
LegacyLady
Elvin Goddess
ladysaturn
Katzztar
Reaper
Lee Lee Potter
Butterfly
lady sakura
and this anonymous person that didn't leave a name
You people are the best!!! So I shall post this second chapter as a tribute to you all! ^.~
Now, on with story...
A Fallen Angel
By chibi-tenshi
With a small pop, he disappeared from the streets, only to reappear at the end of Pivet Drive a split second later. He purposefully advanced down the street, unaware of the appreciative stares he was getting from some of the womenfolk as he focused on he main goal: "to get Potter out of here as soon as possible so that he can resume his Potter-free holiday in peace".
His ever-stoic face twisted into a sneer as he set his sights on a perfectly normal two-storey house with its perfectly normal garage and a perfectly normal garden surrounded by a perfectly normal picket fence. "How quaint," he scoffed inwardly as he proceeded to march up to the door and pressed the doorbell. A loud "Ding-dong" resounded through the whole house. Tapping his foot impatiently on the pavement, Snape waited, for a minute, and then some, getting more and more irritated as the time crawled by. Fully scowling by now, he lifted his pale, slender hand in preparation to ring the doorbell again..when the door opened with such force that he was surprised that it did not come off its hinges.
Now blocking the doorway stood a huge block of fat of a man that was still wearing a blue-striped shirt with a clashing bright red tie and a pair of polyester pants, showing that he had probably just got home from work. At six feet two, with a huge bulk, a pair of piggy eyes (that type that looks half shut because of the fats surrounding it), a double chin and absolutely no neck, he seem a tall, fat and, on the overall, imposing figure, that is, if the person he was trying to intimidate wasn't Snape. Snape merely glared scornfully at his girth, lips curled up in disgust as his 'piggyness'.
"Good evening. You would be Mr. Vernon Dursley?" he asked politely, though his tone was clearly dripping with disdain.
"Um...yes, and you are?" asked Vernon, clearly flustered that he was unable to daunt this stranger.
"My name is Severus Snape. I am the potions master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am sent here to check on Mr. Harry Potter. If you could so kindly get him..."
"Y-y-you are one of those freaks! Get out of here this instance! I do not..." Vernon's voice started to escalate at the shock of seeing 'one of them'.
"Vernon, are you alright out there? Dinner's ready. Get that salesman to leave," came a woman's voice as she emerged into the living room with a whale of a boy trailing behind her.
The woman was the total opposite of Vernon. Horse-faced and bony, with twice the amount of neck, combined with the screeching tone in her voice and hey presto! A real life banshee! Her short gray skirt further emphasized her bony legs and the white apron was tied so tightly around her that it looked like it was choking her. Not a pretty picture.
The boy hiding behind her, or rather, trying to hide behind her, was the worst of the lot. Wider than he was tall, he looked as if he could fill up the whole row of back passengers sits in an average sized car. He would most likely have no problem squashing both Vernon and the woman with no problem at all. He vaguely resembled a sumo wrestler Snape had seen in a book once, except that he is a lot fatter. He was wearing a black t-shirt over a pair of suffocating looking jeans. All in all, a disgusting picture.
"Petunia, take Dudley back to the kitchen. It's one of them," Vernon ordered as soon as he regained his composure.
Snape arched an elegant eyebrow, surprised at this display. It is not like they have never seen wizards before, hell, Harry himself was one, so why all the fuss. Deciding that perhaps Vernon didn't catch what he had said, he repeated his 'request' with a sarcastic drawl, "Excuse me, I believe you did not catch me just now. Could you please get Mr. Potter down right now?"
At this, Vernon exploded, "There is no one that goes by the name of Potter here! I do NOT tolerate your kind of abnormality under my roof! Now GET OUT before I call the police!"
"Now, I believe this is the Dursley household, and Albus did specifically told me that Potter is residing here. So, you better /not/ try testing my patience and I am already annoyed as it is! You better get Potter down right this instance before I do something that you'll regret." All this was said in a deathly quiet tone that all students in Hogwarts had learnt to recognize, the tone that spelt 'trouble' with a capital T. Of course, Vernon, being the idiot oaf he was took no notice in his tone and firmly refused to admit about Harry's presence in the house.
"Fine, then you leave me with no choice. /Perificus Totalus!/" With that, Vernon fell in an ungraceful heap on the floor. Snape turned towards the rest of the Dursleys, who were cowering at a corner, and pointed his wand threateningly at them. "Make any noise or any move and you will end up like him." This caused them to further retreat into the corner.
Satisfied with the result, Snape finally took his first look around the room, absorbing in what he saw, and what he /didn't/ see disturbed him. There was no evidence that the Boy-Who-Lived was living here. There were tons and tons of pictures of Dudley, on the mantelpiece and hanging from the walls. Pictures of Dudley as a kid at the beach building sand castle, at the amusement parks on kiddy rides, at the zoo with the animals...
Shaking his head, he tried to clear his head, refusing to admit that he was concerned about Harry Potter. "There must be his pictures in other rooms," he reasoned with himself as he stormed up the stairs. "I do not care about Potter. He is another spoiled brat that needs to be put in his place!"
He reached for the door at the far left-hand side. It opened to show a lavishly decorated bedroom with a nice big king-sized bed sitting right in the middle, with a lovely antique dress table covered with all sort of make- up and face and hair products. A big wardrobe, with fine, delicate patterns carved into the wood, was standing next to a door that probably led to a bathroom. "The master bedroom. Quaint."
The second door on the left opened to what looked like a war zone. Toys, games, shirts, pants.all scattered around the room with careless abandon. A huge queen-sized bed set in the middle of the disarray, quilt unfolded, sheets rumpled, pillows strewn elsewhere... "Must be that boy's room. Dummy, Dudly or something..."
The last door on the right. "Potter's room," he smirked. "I wonder how it would look like." His smirk faded soon enough though, as he got nearer and nearer to the door. He could feel it, the cold, clammy feeling. The room positively radiated pain, torture, despair, hopelessness, depression, bleakness.and /death/. He shivered unconsciously. He had not felt this since the initial fall of Voldemort. He most certainly wasn't prepared to face with this...this dreariness here...
As he reached out for the doorknob and pushed, he noticed several things. One: the door wasn't budging. Two: there are locks and bolts on the door, at least four of each. Three: he didn't have the keys to unlock the door. And finally, four: he was a wizard, he had a wand, he knew the unlocking charm.
Pulling out his wand again from his robes, he pointed at the door and whispered, "/Alohamora/" Several clicks and squeaks later, the door was free from its restrains. He pushed it open, took a step inside and...
**************************************************************************** ************** End of Chapter
Bwahahahaha! A cliffie! (sort of, since you should have guessed what's going to happen next by now) So...how was it? I personally think this is better than the first chapter *grinz*. Anyway the more people who review, the faster I'll finish the next chapter ^.^ So click the little "go" button below and type in something. ^.~
