HP/SS pairing, don't like, don't read. Disclaimer: Own not,
profit not, sue not.
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.
Writing this I was listening to the album Meteora by Linkin Park, Unwell by
Matchbox 20 and one of my romantic favourites Why don't you and I by Santana.
Ah, alas the holidays are drawing to an end, this story will continue to be updated but not as often as it has been. I am not trying to leave you hanging I will even write without reviews, though the concept is depressing. Hopefully this will be alright, but I haven't gone over it as much as I usually do since I'm getting it out ASAP. Thankyou to all those who did review, I freely acknowledge that this story is weird, I hope you can all deal with that and still enjoy.
"..."speech '...'thought
So yeah, here's chapter 10 does the * I have 10 chapters dance *
Chapter 10 Wake Up Call/Scream
Harry was alone, all alone. It was funny somehow it bothered him, having been as distant as he had with those around him, he was barely more alone now. But there was this one thing, this niggling feeling. He was missing something, someone. He was missing his Professor. Severus had brought out something in him he hadn't felt in a very long time. Like he was sure everyone, Harry had his good and bad sides. The man had treated him normally, he'd shared things about himself that the teen could scarce believe, and he'd told him. Severus I'm-the-king-of-Slytherin-You-don't- have-shit-on-me Snape had opened up to him.
...
"Harry?" Oh yes this was simply fantastic. The irony of the situation made itself perfectly clear to him. He was a very singular man, Severus Snape, not exactly surrounded constantly by friends or family, and relationships well, who needs them anyway? So when he had ended up being stuck with Harry, the contact, tentative as it was, was far more than he had been used to, the sharing of simple yet disturbing truths. Now alone again, he was not so sure that he was content for life to resume as it had. Perhaps when this was over...
Harry had not judged him...
If anyone had been in his infirmary ward they would have seen Severus Snape smile.
...
Harry didn't want this anymore, he couldn't do it. He'd been alone for too much of his life, orphaned and friendless for almost 11 years, followed be shaky friendships. He couldn't blame Ron or Hermione for the doubts he was sure they were having, even though they cared about him deeply. In their situation he would be the same. Fifth year had been terrible, by the time Ron and Hermione had truly gotten over what had happened Harry was too far gone to care. He knew as friends of his they were at risk, he tried to dissociate them from his public image. He was going to have that conversation with them when, if he got back. Briefly his mind turned to the physical world. He had been in no hurry to return it was so good for just a second not to be in exams or about to do battle or dodging paparazzi. But that was when Severus had been there. He didn't think it was a good idea for him to be left to his own thoughts. Harry screamed.
...
Contrary to popular belief there were days when even the great Albus Dumbledore felt that he would rather not have gotten out of bed. This was one of those days. Sitting in his office playing games with the Minister of Magic was not one of his occupations of choice.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, even if it were true that the Dark Lord had returned, tell me, exactly how would it benefit the public to know this. Do you believe mass public hysteria is likely to aid this possibly non- existent cause."
"A student saw him rematerialise."
"One who has questionable mental stability." Fudge was enjoying this, they were both aware that he wasn't going to do or change anything but Albus wanted to give the fool a chance.
"There have of course been the attacks, with the sign."
"Isolated acts of terrorism, with the same aim as you seem to have, to scare the wizarding community. Perhaps you should work together." Fudge smiled pleasantly as he sipped his tea.
"How much do you know about the deatheater revival?" Veritaserum was a wonderful thing. Suddenly he felt the pull, one of the patients in the private ward was awake. "I'm afraid that we actually don't have time for this conversation, if you would please bring up the other agendas for this meeting we can dispense with them as quickly as possible."
"If what you say is true, what exactly do you propose to do about it. I memory serves the mighty Albus Dumbledore, though brilliant, though powerful is no match for Tom Riddle."
"You are right, I am not. But there is one who is."
"Your golden boy won't save you Albus, from what I hear he couldn't even save himself."
...
Cursing in some archaic language, one that he very rarely reverted back to Severus Snape blinked at the clean white expanse in front of his eyes, identifying it as the ceiling in one of the private inclosed wards. In the bed next to him was the cause of his waking. Harry was screaming, had this been any other time he would have been amused at the high pitch. Abruptly the screaming stopped. Severus sat up and moved to sit on the edge of Harry's bed. The teen was mumbling something softly, appealing to someone and, even though he was unconscious his face was pleading. The spy never has a day off after all, he leant close listening for any intelligible words.
"No, not now, Severus don't leave me, you can't leave me...alone, no not anymore, not again. Please, Severus..." The boy's head was thrashing side to side. Not knowing if he was doing the right thing the potions professor cupped Harry's jaw and cheek with a calloused hand.
"Harry I'm here, I'm here with you, Severus is here." It struck him as odd that the teen was using his name but then he got the distinct impression that the Gryffindor was thinking aloud. 'He thinks of me as a person, not just someone filling a position.' His reverie was broken by a silence that permeated the very air of the ward. Coming back to the physical he was again lost, this time in the green orbs glowing with relief.
"I'm glad to see you professor." It was barely imperceptible, the slight lifting at the corners of an ordinarily harsh mouth, something that you'd barely notice unless you knew that face, had studied it, wondering what it would look like were it graced with a genuine smile. Harry was quite sure he was the first Gryffindor to see this for many years.
The next occurrence was less subtle but equally surprising. Severus Snape, potions master of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry had Harry boy- who-fucking-lived Potter launch himself at him. A student (in his right mind, emotional breakdowns are different) was hugging him, no this was worse, practically snuggling up, arms around the neck, head buried in one of the hollows of his collarbone the whole shebang. Severus was still leaning over, this was uncomfortable, something had to be done. Awkwardly he held the thin teen below the arms and pulled as he sat up.
...
Albus Dumbledore stood dumbstruck at the door leading to the closed off ward, did Severus just smile? The thing acted out in front of him like a children's pantomime, ridiculous concept, a simply ludicrous plot, yet perfect. Perhaps Harry could not save himself, but there was someone who could.
So yes * tap-dance * 10 chapters yaheeee! So R&R please * 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.
Writing this I was listening to the album Meteora by Linkin Park, Unwell by
Matchbox 20 and one of my romantic favourites Why don't you and I by Santana.
Ah, alas the holidays are drawing to an end, this story will continue to be updated but not as often as it has been. I am not trying to leave you hanging I will even write without reviews, though the concept is depressing. Hopefully this will be alright, but I haven't gone over it as much as I usually do since I'm getting it out ASAP. Thankyou to all those who did review, I freely acknowledge that this story is weird, I hope you can all deal with that and still enjoy.
"..."speech '...'thought
So yeah, here's chapter 10 does the * I have 10 chapters dance *
Chapter 10 Wake Up Call/Scream
Harry was alone, all alone. It was funny somehow it bothered him, having been as distant as he had with those around him, he was barely more alone now. But there was this one thing, this niggling feeling. He was missing something, someone. He was missing his Professor. Severus had brought out something in him he hadn't felt in a very long time. Like he was sure everyone, Harry had his good and bad sides. The man had treated him normally, he'd shared things about himself that the teen could scarce believe, and he'd told him. Severus I'm-the-king-of-Slytherin-You-don't- have-shit-on-me Snape had opened up to him.
...
"Harry?" Oh yes this was simply fantastic. The irony of the situation made itself perfectly clear to him. He was a very singular man, Severus Snape, not exactly surrounded constantly by friends or family, and relationships well, who needs them anyway? So when he had ended up being stuck with Harry, the contact, tentative as it was, was far more than he had been used to, the sharing of simple yet disturbing truths. Now alone again, he was not so sure that he was content for life to resume as it had. Perhaps when this was over...
Harry had not judged him...
If anyone had been in his infirmary ward they would have seen Severus Snape smile.
...
Harry didn't want this anymore, he couldn't do it. He'd been alone for too much of his life, orphaned and friendless for almost 11 years, followed be shaky friendships. He couldn't blame Ron or Hermione for the doubts he was sure they were having, even though they cared about him deeply. In their situation he would be the same. Fifth year had been terrible, by the time Ron and Hermione had truly gotten over what had happened Harry was too far gone to care. He knew as friends of his they were at risk, he tried to dissociate them from his public image. He was going to have that conversation with them when, if he got back. Briefly his mind turned to the physical world. He had been in no hurry to return it was so good for just a second not to be in exams or about to do battle or dodging paparazzi. But that was when Severus had been there. He didn't think it was a good idea for him to be left to his own thoughts. Harry screamed.
...
Contrary to popular belief there were days when even the great Albus Dumbledore felt that he would rather not have gotten out of bed. This was one of those days. Sitting in his office playing games with the Minister of Magic was not one of his occupations of choice.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, even if it were true that the Dark Lord had returned, tell me, exactly how would it benefit the public to know this. Do you believe mass public hysteria is likely to aid this possibly non- existent cause."
"A student saw him rematerialise."
"One who has questionable mental stability." Fudge was enjoying this, they were both aware that he wasn't going to do or change anything but Albus wanted to give the fool a chance.
"There have of course been the attacks, with the sign."
"Isolated acts of terrorism, with the same aim as you seem to have, to scare the wizarding community. Perhaps you should work together." Fudge smiled pleasantly as he sipped his tea.
"How much do you know about the deatheater revival?" Veritaserum was a wonderful thing. Suddenly he felt the pull, one of the patients in the private ward was awake. "I'm afraid that we actually don't have time for this conversation, if you would please bring up the other agendas for this meeting we can dispense with them as quickly as possible."
"If what you say is true, what exactly do you propose to do about it. I memory serves the mighty Albus Dumbledore, though brilliant, though powerful is no match for Tom Riddle."
"You are right, I am not. But there is one who is."
"Your golden boy won't save you Albus, from what I hear he couldn't even save himself."
...
Cursing in some archaic language, one that he very rarely reverted back to Severus Snape blinked at the clean white expanse in front of his eyes, identifying it as the ceiling in one of the private inclosed wards. In the bed next to him was the cause of his waking. Harry was screaming, had this been any other time he would have been amused at the high pitch. Abruptly the screaming stopped. Severus sat up and moved to sit on the edge of Harry's bed. The teen was mumbling something softly, appealing to someone and, even though he was unconscious his face was pleading. The spy never has a day off after all, he leant close listening for any intelligible words.
"No, not now, Severus don't leave me, you can't leave me...alone, no not anymore, not again. Please, Severus..." The boy's head was thrashing side to side. Not knowing if he was doing the right thing the potions professor cupped Harry's jaw and cheek with a calloused hand.
"Harry I'm here, I'm here with you, Severus is here." It struck him as odd that the teen was using his name but then he got the distinct impression that the Gryffindor was thinking aloud. 'He thinks of me as a person, not just someone filling a position.' His reverie was broken by a silence that permeated the very air of the ward. Coming back to the physical he was again lost, this time in the green orbs glowing with relief.
"I'm glad to see you professor." It was barely imperceptible, the slight lifting at the corners of an ordinarily harsh mouth, something that you'd barely notice unless you knew that face, had studied it, wondering what it would look like were it graced with a genuine smile. Harry was quite sure he was the first Gryffindor to see this for many years.
The next occurrence was less subtle but equally surprising. Severus Snape, potions master of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry had Harry boy- who-fucking-lived Potter launch himself at him. A student (in his right mind, emotional breakdowns are different) was hugging him, no this was worse, practically snuggling up, arms around the neck, head buried in one of the hollows of his collarbone the whole shebang. Severus was still leaning over, this was uncomfortable, something had to be done. Awkwardly he held the thin teen below the arms and pulled as he sat up.
...
Albus Dumbledore stood dumbstruck at the door leading to the closed off ward, did Severus just smile? The thing acted out in front of him like a children's pantomime, ridiculous concept, a simply ludicrous plot, yet perfect. Perhaps Harry could not save himself, but there was someone who could.
So yes * tap-dance * 10 chapters yaheeee! So R&R please * hugs * Liadan Di