HP/SS pairing, don't like, don't read. Disclaimer: Own not,
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A/N. Just a warning, story includes some/past/ or current references to SS/LM, DM/BZ, HP/DM, HG/RW, HG/GW and maybe more, the more I think about this and write about this the more screwed up it gets. Will now possibly include BZ/GW, and SB/DM.
For the purposes of my story OOTP never happened. The Order does exist. I want Sirius alive, so I can kill him in a much more painful manner, he died too quickly and easily in the book.
Yay for the holidays! If you've just started reading, I do not usually update more than once a month, sorry, final year, evil exams but I do try, do not expect updates this fast normally.
I hope this is not getting too soap-operatic for people, I just feel that human relationships are not cut and dry and in times of war things just get worse. If you're wondering why most of the characters seem to be bi, it's because A) it's more interesting that way and B) it's much more likely (statistically) than almost everyone being gay (bi ΒΌ, gay 1/11)
If this bares any resemblance to your or someone else's story, it was not intentional and I'm very sorry it's not very original.
"..."speech '...'thought
Chapter 8 The Truth of Light and Dark
"You know Professor my history is rather hazy, I usually sleep through history of magic, when and where did all this happen?"
"You're lucky I can't take points in my current state Mr. Potter, such blatant disrespect for you teacher, as well as general almost unforgivable ignorance."
"I'm sssso sssssorry ssssir," 'He's drawling, that little imp.' "Could you explain still, if I'm so ignorant than obviously I need some instruction."
"I suppose since there's little else here," he was referring to void he seemed to be in "My mother was a intelligent beautiful lady but a squib, she had a talent for potions which could be prepared without the use of incantations. As a healer she was second to none by comparison to the muggles, they did not have her recipes or her skills. She was a pure blood but, being a squib she was not included fully into the family and it's affairs, instead they set her up in a cottage in a small village near their estate. This was all in the highlands of Scotland, though I have forgotten exactly where, the memories are, I should imagine quite effectively repressed."
"How long ago...when were you there." This came nervously. Severus suddenly felt his years.
"I've been alive for over three hundred years Harry." There was a heaviness in his tone that distracted Harry almost to the point that he did not notice that Snape had used his name, almost. "My father is dead." he said suddenly, not wishing for the question to be asked, "When I finally got to Hogwarts I found a blood call spell in the restricted section but there was no response."
"How did you stay alive so long? Why have you started to age now? Is it glamour? I don't understand." It seemed to come out almost as a whine but since Harry was his only company Severus decided to humour him. "Are you sure you want to know Potter, I'm giving you an out now, an opportunity for the ignorance is bliss approach." He was nervous about this, not sure that he wanted to tell but on the other of the coin, this was a chance to talk about it, perhaps his last. He was not sure what had happened to their bodies or whether he would ever leave this void.
"I'm sure Professor, it may surprise you to know that I have faced hard truths before." Had he been able to 'see' Harry, he was sure a wry smile would be have played briefly on his lips.
"In my carrier as a young half vamp on my own you'll understand that I ate, a lot. Being a half blood means that unless you feed, you age. I only aged naturally three years in three hundred Harry, that's a lot of people, when the headmaster found me I must have had two thousand people on my then none- existent conscience." He was speaking fast wanting it to be over as fast as possible. "I have only aged entirely naturally since I began to attend this school. The headmaster had my fangs removed, though I promise him I wouldn't touch any of my peers, in retrospect it was a good move. Blood is a potent drug, my withdrawal symptoms were somewhat severe, needless to say I was not exactly sociable in my first two years, in fact I was snarky, now it's a habit but at the time it was a constant irritable mood due to the lack of blood in my system. It will surprise you to know it did not win me any friends." All Harry had really heard was two thousand, two thousand people. Severus took the silence as rejection and went quiet, for along time they were lost with their emotions.
"You came to the light, in the end." That was all Harry could think to say.
"Yes, like a moth to the flame, it will be the end of me."
"Better an end in the light than in the darkness, the darkness is lonely." He thought of the darkness he had found himself in, the guilt, but it was nothing really comparatively speaking.
"This darkness isn't." 'Why did I say that?'
"To be alone is darkness, but you are not alone, this place is really full of light, if only you allow yourself to see it." In any other circumstance Harry would have remained quiet but he couldn't, he had to reach out, some how. Suddenly it was light, Severus looked around him, he was practically floating in it and it all came from Harry, who smiled at him warmly.
"Not alone." Neither was sure who said it or whether it was the both of them together but perhaps it would all be Ok, for the moment. Then it was all gone everything went black and they were both alone.
"Harry?"
"Sir?"
They both cried out but no answer came.
...
A Cliffy sorta you probably know what's happened
R&R, feed the author, or I will come after your blood
* hugs * Liadan Di
A/N. Just a warning, story includes some/past/ or current references to SS/LM, DM/BZ, HP/DM, HG/RW, HG/GW and maybe more, the more I think about this and write about this the more screwed up it gets. Will now possibly include BZ/GW, and SB/DM.
For the purposes of my story OOTP never happened. The Order does exist. I want Sirius alive, so I can kill him in a much more painful manner, he died too quickly and easily in the book.
Yay for the holidays! If you've just started reading, I do not usually update more than once a month, sorry, final year, evil exams but I do try, do not expect updates this fast normally.
I hope this is not getting too soap-operatic for people, I just feel that human relationships are not cut and dry and in times of war things just get worse. If you're wondering why most of the characters seem to be bi, it's because A) it's more interesting that way and B) it's much more likely (statistically) than almost everyone being gay (bi ΒΌ, gay 1/11)
If this bares any resemblance to your or someone else's story, it was not intentional and I'm very sorry it's not very original.
"..."speech '...'thought
Chapter 8 The Truth of Light and Dark
"You know Professor my history is rather hazy, I usually sleep through history of magic, when and where did all this happen?"
"You're lucky I can't take points in my current state Mr. Potter, such blatant disrespect for you teacher, as well as general almost unforgivable ignorance."
"I'm sssso sssssorry ssssir," 'He's drawling, that little imp.' "Could you explain still, if I'm so ignorant than obviously I need some instruction."
"I suppose since there's little else here," he was referring to void he seemed to be in "My mother was a intelligent beautiful lady but a squib, she had a talent for potions which could be prepared without the use of incantations. As a healer she was second to none by comparison to the muggles, they did not have her recipes or her skills. She was a pure blood but, being a squib she was not included fully into the family and it's affairs, instead they set her up in a cottage in a small village near their estate. This was all in the highlands of Scotland, though I have forgotten exactly where, the memories are, I should imagine quite effectively repressed."
"How long ago...when were you there." This came nervously. Severus suddenly felt his years.
"I've been alive for over three hundred years Harry." There was a heaviness in his tone that distracted Harry almost to the point that he did not notice that Snape had used his name, almost. "My father is dead." he said suddenly, not wishing for the question to be asked, "When I finally got to Hogwarts I found a blood call spell in the restricted section but there was no response."
"How did you stay alive so long? Why have you started to age now? Is it glamour? I don't understand." It seemed to come out almost as a whine but since Harry was his only company Severus decided to humour him. "Are you sure you want to know Potter, I'm giving you an out now, an opportunity for the ignorance is bliss approach." He was nervous about this, not sure that he wanted to tell but on the other of the coin, this was a chance to talk about it, perhaps his last. He was not sure what had happened to their bodies or whether he would ever leave this void.
"I'm sure Professor, it may surprise you to know that I have faced hard truths before." Had he been able to 'see' Harry, he was sure a wry smile would be have played briefly on his lips.
"In my carrier as a young half vamp on my own you'll understand that I ate, a lot. Being a half blood means that unless you feed, you age. I only aged naturally three years in three hundred Harry, that's a lot of people, when the headmaster found me I must have had two thousand people on my then none- existent conscience." He was speaking fast wanting it to be over as fast as possible. "I have only aged entirely naturally since I began to attend this school. The headmaster had my fangs removed, though I promise him I wouldn't touch any of my peers, in retrospect it was a good move. Blood is a potent drug, my withdrawal symptoms were somewhat severe, needless to say I was not exactly sociable in my first two years, in fact I was snarky, now it's a habit but at the time it was a constant irritable mood due to the lack of blood in my system. It will surprise you to know it did not win me any friends." All Harry had really heard was two thousand, two thousand people. Severus took the silence as rejection and went quiet, for along time they were lost with their emotions.
"You came to the light, in the end." That was all Harry could think to say.
"Yes, like a moth to the flame, it will be the end of me."
"Better an end in the light than in the darkness, the darkness is lonely." He thought of the darkness he had found himself in, the guilt, but it was nothing really comparatively speaking.
"This darkness isn't." 'Why did I say that?'
"To be alone is darkness, but you are not alone, this place is really full of light, if only you allow yourself to see it." In any other circumstance Harry would have remained quiet but he couldn't, he had to reach out, some how. Suddenly it was light, Severus looked around him, he was practically floating in it and it all came from Harry, who smiled at him warmly.
"Not alone." Neither was sure who said it or whether it was the both of them together but perhaps it would all be Ok, for the moment. Then it was all gone everything went black and they were both alone.
"Harry?"
"Sir?"
They both cried out but no answer came.
...
A Cliffy sorta you probably know what's happened
R&R, feed the author, or I will come after your blood
* hugs * Liadan Di