Disclaimer: I bet I could write that I think cats are shit for pets and it wouldn't make a difference now would it?
Author's Note: I once again, want to thank Dragonbrat for her permission on using the story "Harry's Hero" as a guide for my story. Thanks for the reviews, I got a lot, so I wanna say thanks to Rachael, Fan-of-HP, Smart Ash, Riley, and painted bird. Thanks for reading my fic (special thanks to Fan-Of-HP for being my stalker :P jk)
ALSO: Snape's mind is kinda conflicting with itself. When you see the it's the "evil" side of his mind. The other is the more...well not so evil part of him.
Chapter 2: Harry Potter and the Last Stand
Snape worked swiftly. Healing bruises, sealing cuts, he didn't dare go near the broken bones. He wasn't a healer and wasn't go to attempt to be one, he just didn't want Poppy's brains scared out of her when he fetched her to see him. Harry barely stirred the entire time, of which he was grateful for, if he didn't move he wouldn't mess up. All the while his brain going back and forth inside of him.
Why are you helping him?! This insolent brat is the reason for-
Oh shut up will you please? Whether you like it or not Potter spared your life, and he's not here is he?
I can't believe you're holding silent oaths to dead people!
It's the least I could do.
"Good god I've gone insane." He sighed pulling a blanket over Harry's shoulders. He didn't want to send for Poppy without him knowing. He had a say in whether the entire school found out, or it just stayed between he, the Potions Master and Dumbledore. Not to mention that pig of a teacher. Snape shuddered at the thought of it.
Oh come off it Severus, what about you and Lupin in your school days. His mind snickered.
That's different. Sex between two consenting people is justified as compared to the brutal rape of a young boy. That's just disgusting.
A tiny groaned escaped the lips of the boy as he attempted to turn over. Snape rushed over.
"Don't try and move, you're bones are still broken. I've managed to slip you some potion that can numb the pain a little but I'm no miracle worker." He sighed as he placed his hand back on his shoulders and lay him flat.
"Dad?" Snape jumped back for a moment, the boy's eyes weren't open yet, it took a few seconds for that to happen, at which they met eyes, and he turned violent red. "I'm sorry it's just...dreaming."
"'S all right Potter how are you...ahem..feeling?"
"I take it you mean physically?"
YOU SEE! UNGRATEFUL LITTLE-
"Yes."
"Better. Thank you. Where am I?"
"In my quarters." At that Harry pulled the blanket tight around him, his eyes filling with terror. "No, no I assure you...I didn't want to take you straight away to the hospital wing. I don't think you want me to tell Poppy the real reason you're in such a state."
"No...I don't."
"You're bones are still broken so I will simply tell her Peeves dropped a cupboard on you, it's believeable."
"Why are you doing this for me?"
"Because I feel sorry for you."
"YOU WHAT?! I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMN SYMPATHY-" Harry began to roar as he attempted to get up. But fell back onto the bed with a horrible yelp. Severus sighed.
"Potter, you lost your parents, your living family treats you like shit, you had to watch a fellow classmate die, and one of the only people in the world who has meant ANYTHING to you has parted from this world. Not to mention you're being hunted by one of the most feared wizard of many lifetimes. Why do you insist at shouting those who are trying to help you?"
"My dad saved you, and you hated him. You've saved me once before why do you keep saving me?!"
"Because I still owe him." Severus sighed, sitting in his black chair. "It would be fine if he were still alive. I would have been done with you ages ago, God knows you deserve it. But he died, I don't think I can ever repay him."
"I'm sorry-"
"About?"
"He was horrible to you. I saw. I hated him too for a while. And thanks...for helping me...I would have never imagined talking to ANYONE about this...let alone you....no offense."
"None taken." he sighed as he stood up. "None the less Mr. Potter-"
"Harry."
"What?"
"Harry, I hate that 'Mr. Potter' nonsense. Harry is fine."
"Well then...Harry, I must still inform the Headmaster of Professor Poness's....vile, distugsting behavior."
"He wont tell anyone will he?"
"No he wont."
"Professor...what's wrong with you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"It's just...I don't hate you anymore. I trust you more now than I have ever trusted you in my life. Like...llike Sirius. Dumbledore is in it bad with the Ministry and so's McGongall."
"Well Mr-er-Harry, I am part of the Order so if you need anything...don't hesitate to ask."
"So...does this mean you'll stop failing me in potions? I want to be an auror and-"
"Don't push it. I don't always fail you because I cannot stand you. You're absolutely abysmal in Potions. However, I will let you make it up. Extra credit so to say."
"Oh great, yo're giving me homework." harry turned his eyes to the floor and bit his lip, when he heard something he would have never recognized in his life. Turning back he saw the Potions Master clutching his sides, tears running down his face, lost in a sea of laughter.
"If I had ambitions as high as your's I'd be kissing my teacher's feet at the moment." He said as his laughter came to an end. "Don't move Potter, I'll go fetch the Headmaster." He began to walk through the door, turning back he grinned and said: "You're ugly as shit but not a bad lad." Laughed, and was gone. Harry laughed a little as well, having been horribly insulted. This was one hell of a story, that he would keep to himself.
After Mr. Poness was made a mockery of in the middle of the whole school (his child molestation having come out) Harry found life at Hogwarts just that much bareable. No one knew it was him who had been his victim, and he and Snape even changed a smiling glance every now and again. He couldn't help but feel his dad and Sirius would be proud. He knew for a fact his mum would have been. He imagined her ruffling his hair and smiling and saying: "See he isn't so bad now is he?" and he would smile and answer : "No, not really. Ugly as shit though but not a bad guy."
Yeah I know I ended with massive fluff but Snape is such A GREAT guy, I just love him. I really want he and harry to bury the hatchet (and not in each other's skulls) hope you liked. :D I'll maybe write a fic on what happened between he and remus that was mentioned here, let me know if you wanna see it.
Author's Note: I once again, want to thank Dragonbrat for her permission on using the story "Harry's Hero" as a guide for my story. Thanks for the reviews, I got a lot, so I wanna say thanks to Rachael, Fan-of-HP, Smart Ash, Riley, and painted bird. Thanks for reading my fic (special thanks to Fan-Of-HP for being my stalker :P jk)
ALSO: Snape's mind is kinda conflicting with itself. When you see the it's the "evil" side of his mind. The other is the more...well not so evil part of him.
Chapter 2: Harry Potter and the Last Stand
Snape worked swiftly. Healing bruises, sealing cuts, he didn't dare go near the broken bones. He wasn't a healer and wasn't go to attempt to be one, he just didn't want Poppy's brains scared out of her when he fetched her to see him. Harry barely stirred the entire time, of which he was grateful for, if he didn't move he wouldn't mess up. All the while his brain going back and forth inside of him.
Why are you helping him?! This insolent brat is the reason for-
Oh shut up will you please? Whether you like it or not Potter spared your life, and he's not here is he?
I can't believe you're holding silent oaths to dead people!
It's the least I could do.
"Good god I've gone insane." He sighed pulling a blanket over Harry's shoulders. He didn't want to send for Poppy without him knowing. He had a say in whether the entire school found out, or it just stayed between he, the Potions Master and Dumbledore. Not to mention that pig of a teacher. Snape shuddered at the thought of it.
Oh come off it Severus, what about you and Lupin in your school days. His mind snickered.
That's different. Sex between two consenting people is justified as compared to the brutal rape of a young boy. That's just disgusting.
A tiny groaned escaped the lips of the boy as he attempted to turn over. Snape rushed over.
"Don't try and move, you're bones are still broken. I've managed to slip you some potion that can numb the pain a little but I'm no miracle worker." He sighed as he placed his hand back on his shoulders and lay him flat.
"Dad?" Snape jumped back for a moment, the boy's eyes weren't open yet, it took a few seconds for that to happen, at which they met eyes, and he turned violent red. "I'm sorry it's just...dreaming."
"'S all right Potter how are you...ahem..feeling?"
"I take it you mean physically?"
YOU SEE! UNGRATEFUL LITTLE-
"Yes."
"Better. Thank you. Where am I?"
"In my quarters." At that Harry pulled the blanket tight around him, his eyes filling with terror. "No, no I assure you...I didn't want to take you straight away to the hospital wing. I don't think you want me to tell Poppy the real reason you're in such a state."
"No...I don't."
"You're bones are still broken so I will simply tell her Peeves dropped a cupboard on you, it's believeable."
"Why are you doing this for me?"
"Because I feel sorry for you."
"YOU WHAT?! I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMN SYMPATHY-" Harry began to roar as he attempted to get up. But fell back onto the bed with a horrible yelp. Severus sighed.
"Potter, you lost your parents, your living family treats you like shit, you had to watch a fellow classmate die, and one of the only people in the world who has meant ANYTHING to you has parted from this world. Not to mention you're being hunted by one of the most feared wizard of many lifetimes. Why do you insist at shouting those who are trying to help you?"
"My dad saved you, and you hated him. You've saved me once before why do you keep saving me?!"
"Because I still owe him." Severus sighed, sitting in his black chair. "It would be fine if he were still alive. I would have been done with you ages ago, God knows you deserve it. But he died, I don't think I can ever repay him."
"I'm sorry-"
"About?"
"He was horrible to you. I saw. I hated him too for a while. And thanks...for helping me...I would have never imagined talking to ANYONE about this...let alone you....no offense."
"None taken." he sighed as he stood up. "None the less Mr. Potter-"
"Harry."
"What?"
"Harry, I hate that 'Mr. Potter' nonsense. Harry is fine."
"Well then...Harry, I must still inform the Headmaster of Professor Poness's....vile, distugsting behavior."
"He wont tell anyone will he?"
"No he wont."
"Professor...what's wrong with you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"It's just...I don't hate you anymore. I trust you more now than I have ever trusted you in my life. Like...llike Sirius. Dumbledore is in it bad with the Ministry and so's McGongall."
"Well Mr-er-Harry, I am part of the Order so if you need anything...don't hesitate to ask."
"So...does this mean you'll stop failing me in potions? I want to be an auror and-"
"Don't push it. I don't always fail you because I cannot stand you. You're absolutely abysmal in Potions. However, I will let you make it up. Extra credit so to say."
"Oh great, yo're giving me homework." harry turned his eyes to the floor and bit his lip, when he heard something he would have never recognized in his life. Turning back he saw the Potions Master clutching his sides, tears running down his face, lost in a sea of laughter.
"If I had ambitions as high as your's I'd be kissing my teacher's feet at the moment." He said as his laughter came to an end. "Don't move Potter, I'll go fetch the Headmaster." He began to walk through the door, turning back he grinned and said: "You're ugly as shit but not a bad lad." Laughed, and was gone. Harry laughed a little as well, having been horribly insulted. This was one hell of a story, that he would keep to himself.
After Mr. Poness was made a mockery of in the middle of the whole school (his child molestation having come out) Harry found life at Hogwarts just that much bareable. No one knew it was him who had been his victim, and he and Snape even changed a smiling glance every now and again. He couldn't help but feel his dad and Sirius would be proud. He knew for a fact his mum would have been. He imagined her ruffling his hair and smiling and saying: "See he isn't so bad now is he?" and he would smile and answer : "No, not really. Ugly as shit though but not a bad guy."
Yeah I know I ended with massive fluff but Snape is such A GREAT guy, I just love him. I really want he and harry to bury the hatchet (and not in each other's skulls) hope you liked. :D I'll maybe write a fic on what happened between he and remus that was mentioned here, let me know if you wanna see it.