The pairing is no longer Harry/Ron. I don't know what the slash pairing for Harry will be yet, I'll leave it up to you guys to tell me what you want and then I'll make the final decision. Thanks for the encouragement! (and I hope you enjoy this chapter, I know it took a long time coming!)
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Of Heart and Soul 2
The rowing had tired him. All of his body was aching. His legs collapsing beneath him as he gingerly found his way off the boat. Excellent, he thought to himself sarcastically, I find my way to the far edge of the forbidden forest, twelve miles from civilization, in which I'll most likely fall unconscious. With no wand, was tacked on to the rant. Brilliant. Now where do I go from here?
He had a plan. Harry had a good plan. He never wanted to be bothered again. Not to do any favors, not for any apologies, not for anything. There was a small problem though. To finish what had to be done Harry had to do a few favors, accept a few apologies, and ask for help. He had to kill Voldemort. How would he go about this? From the few daily prophet articles he could judge the bastard had been quiet for the past six years, which was a bad thing. It meant he was planning something.
But to get to Voldemort he had to get to a contact. Time to visit an old bastard.
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"Don't say a word." Harry hissed into the man's ear. "Or I'll cut your throat."
The man stilled suddenly and Harry knew what he was thinking. "Your neck will be broken as quickly as you can say the curse."
"What do you want?" The hard and deadly voice was a familiar tie to his old school days.
Plucking the wand from the pale man's pocket he stepped back, releasing his hold. "Potter?" The gasp made him smile, that he had such an impact.
"Hello, Snape, I've come for a visit." It occurred to Harry that he sounded completely off whack but that was normal.
"What happened to the golden boy then?" What a time to be asking that. What a bloody time.
"He rotted away in Azkaban. I'm not evil. I may be a twisted bastard, but I'm not evil. I'm tired, Snape, I'm really tired." And he was. Fifteen years of sleep would do him good.
"I can't help you Potter." Like fuck he couldn't.
"How do you know what I want?"
"You want to get to Dumbledore."
Harry heard a hacking laugh and wondered who it was for a short moment. He winced when he realized it was himself who sounded so jaded.
"Merlin, I thought you were meant to be smart, Snape. You couldn't be further from the truth." They were like opposite ends of a stick.
There was nothing from Snape but Harry was sure he could see dawning suspicion in his black eyes.
"I may hate Dumbledore, but I don't want to slaughter him. Yet." There was a pause as Harry pondered on how he would put it. "I want Voldemort's heart served on a silver platter so I can eat it raw, then I'm going to saw his head off and put it on a pole in front of the ministry building with preserving wards that will last a thousand years, and I'm going to visit it every year until I die. That's what I want."
The small speech didn't seem to have shocked or horrified Snape at all. Exactly what he was after. "Impossible."
"Improbable. But it's going to happen." Whether the red-eyed, crazy bastard liked it or not.
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"I could have killed you."
"You can't touch me, Snape."
"Your mutt of a godfather is gnawing his arm off with guilt."
"He deserves it."
The reaction he got wasn't the one he'd expected. "You ungrateful, bloody bastard! That idiot of a man was one of the only people stupid enough to believe in your mythical innocence!"
"You're defending someone you despise." Harry couldn't get worked up over much anymore. Did Sirius really believe he was innocent?
Snape seemed to calm slightly. "That may be, but you're despising someone you shouldn't."
"I'll talk to him." Oh, to agree so quickly. Surely Snape knew he was lying.
"Lying bastard."
"Have you changed even a bit?" Harry asked incredulously
"Nothing has changed Potter. The world has been in a tedious limbo since you got locked away. The same thing every year, there is no room for change."
The world must have changed in the years gone. Harry had seen a few papers and everything had seemed like he was just back to fifteen, but time...
"You took a risk coming back to Hogwarts."
"No I didn't. I'm innocent, remember?"
"You haven't made any public announcements, nothing to show the press or anyone else that you haven't been released wrongly. No peace-offering, no interviews, no statement. For all they know, you've cast a few unforgivables and persuaded your way out of prison."
Harry shot him a confused look. What the hell was he talking about?
"Oh, yes, I propositioned a dementor, did a few sexual favors and voila!"
"Don't play stupid. Most of them would kill you in a second."
"Who, the dementors?"
The scowl was prominent on Snape's face. Harry thought this must have been the most fun he'd had in forever.
"The students nor the teachers could kill me, do you think I'm that weak? I'm not." Fun and games were over as he glared at Snape, his eyes flashing.
They were walking to Snape's rooms. Harry had ambushed him outside his office, but his lair appeared to be much further down in the dungeons. He had decided already that he'd have to make a grand appearance tomorrow at breakfast, though Dumbledore probably already knew he was here. In the meantime, he needed Snape's help with getting him up to date.
Snape had changed. The man wasn't quite as bitter, didn't seem to hate Harry half as much as in his school days, yet hadn't mellowed. The Potions Master even seemed willing to get familiar to him. Dumbledore probably had some influence on that. Snape still worked for the man, he knew that being friendly would only be beneficial for the bloody order.
Yes, Harry knew about the order, there was no way he couldn't when Dumbledore had been so free about it at the beginning of Harry's fifth year. He didn't like the sound of it one bit. And he didn't want to be a part of it.
This 'friendship' could only help Harry's cause so he was willing to go along with it for a while. But no doubt the time would come when he'd need to cut it off at the roots before it went too far and he was ready for that too.
End of Chapter 2
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I'll try and keep the chapters fast coming, which means they sometimes might be a bit short, but that means I could get probably get out one a week. Like the sound of that?
Reviews are more than welcome, as are suggestions!
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Of Heart and Soul 2
The rowing had tired him. All of his body was aching. His legs collapsing beneath him as he gingerly found his way off the boat. Excellent, he thought to himself sarcastically, I find my way to the far edge of the forbidden forest, twelve miles from civilization, in which I'll most likely fall unconscious. With no wand, was tacked on to the rant. Brilliant. Now where do I go from here?
He had a plan. Harry had a good plan. He never wanted to be bothered again. Not to do any favors, not for any apologies, not for anything. There was a small problem though. To finish what had to be done Harry had to do a few favors, accept a few apologies, and ask for help. He had to kill Voldemort. How would he go about this? From the few daily prophet articles he could judge the bastard had been quiet for the past six years, which was a bad thing. It meant he was planning something.
But to get to Voldemort he had to get to a contact. Time to visit an old bastard.
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"Don't say a word." Harry hissed into the man's ear. "Or I'll cut your throat."
The man stilled suddenly and Harry knew what he was thinking. "Your neck will be broken as quickly as you can say the curse."
"What do you want?" The hard and deadly voice was a familiar tie to his old school days.
Plucking the wand from the pale man's pocket he stepped back, releasing his hold. "Potter?" The gasp made him smile, that he had such an impact.
"Hello, Snape, I've come for a visit." It occurred to Harry that he sounded completely off whack but that was normal.
"What happened to the golden boy then?" What a time to be asking that. What a bloody time.
"He rotted away in Azkaban. I'm not evil. I may be a twisted bastard, but I'm not evil. I'm tired, Snape, I'm really tired." And he was. Fifteen years of sleep would do him good.
"I can't help you Potter." Like fuck he couldn't.
"How do you know what I want?"
"You want to get to Dumbledore."
Harry heard a hacking laugh and wondered who it was for a short moment. He winced when he realized it was himself who sounded so jaded.
"Merlin, I thought you were meant to be smart, Snape. You couldn't be further from the truth." They were like opposite ends of a stick.
There was nothing from Snape but Harry was sure he could see dawning suspicion in his black eyes.
"I may hate Dumbledore, but I don't want to slaughter him. Yet." There was a pause as Harry pondered on how he would put it. "I want Voldemort's heart served on a silver platter so I can eat it raw, then I'm going to saw his head off and put it on a pole in front of the ministry building with preserving wards that will last a thousand years, and I'm going to visit it every year until I die. That's what I want."
The small speech didn't seem to have shocked or horrified Snape at all. Exactly what he was after. "Impossible."
"Improbable. But it's going to happen." Whether the red-eyed, crazy bastard liked it or not.
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"I could have killed you."
"You can't touch me, Snape."
"Your mutt of a godfather is gnawing his arm off with guilt."
"He deserves it."
The reaction he got wasn't the one he'd expected. "You ungrateful, bloody bastard! That idiot of a man was one of the only people stupid enough to believe in your mythical innocence!"
"You're defending someone you despise." Harry couldn't get worked up over much anymore. Did Sirius really believe he was innocent?
Snape seemed to calm slightly. "That may be, but you're despising someone you shouldn't."
"I'll talk to him." Oh, to agree so quickly. Surely Snape knew he was lying.
"Lying bastard."
"Have you changed even a bit?" Harry asked incredulously
"Nothing has changed Potter. The world has been in a tedious limbo since you got locked away. The same thing every year, there is no room for change."
The world must have changed in the years gone. Harry had seen a few papers and everything had seemed like he was just back to fifteen, but time...
"You took a risk coming back to Hogwarts."
"No I didn't. I'm innocent, remember?"
"You haven't made any public announcements, nothing to show the press or anyone else that you haven't been released wrongly. No peace-offering, no interviews, no statement. For all they know, you've cast a few unforgivables and persuaded your way out of prison."
Harry shot him a confused look. What the hell was he talking about?
"Oh, yes, I propositioned a dementor, did a few sexual favors and voila!"
"Don't play stupid. Most of them would kill you in a second."
"Who, the dementors?"
The scowl was prominent on Snape's face. Harry thought this must have been the most fun he'd had in forever.
"The students nor the teachers could kill me, do you think I'm that weak? I'm not." Fun and games were over as he glared at Snape, his eyes flashing.
They were walking to Snape's rooms. Harry had ambushed him outside his office, but his lair appeared to be much further down in the dungeons. He had decided already that he'd have to make a grand appearance tomorrow at breakfast, though Dumbledore probably already knew he was here. In the meantime, he needed Snape's help with getting him up to date.
Snape had changed. The man wasn't quite as bitter, didn't seem to hate Harry half as much as in his school days, yet hadn't mellowed. The Potions Master even seemed willing to get familiar to him. Dumbledore probably had some influence on that. Snape still worked for the man, he knew that being friendly would only be beneficial for the bloody order.
Yes, Harry knew about the order, there was no way he couldn't when Dumbledore had been so free about it at the beginning of Harry's fifth year. He didn't like the sound of it one bit. And he didn't want to be a part of it.
This 'friendship' could only help Harry's cause so he was willing to go along with it for a while. But no doubt the time would come when he'd need to cut it off at the roots before it went too far and he was ready for that too.
End of Chapter 2
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I'll try and keep the chapters fast coming, which means they sometimes might be a bit short, but that means I could get probably get out one a week. Like the sound of that?
Reviews are more than welcome, as are suggestions!