No One Needs a Hero
Once the World
Is Saved
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: Don't own it this chapter and next chapter isn't looking any better
Author's Note: Stress and school and sports have turned my mind to dust. Only now, in the middle of summer, have I had a chance to pick up the pieces.
On Lost and Afraid: I don't actually know when, or if, I will be working on that story, there will be a series of revisions going on to that story, but I am not sure when or if an actual chapter will be out…
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince will not be used in this story. No spoilers or any characters at all… But that's just because I really didn't like the ending…
Random Quote: It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to turn out to be your best friends, best friends.
"Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie"
Severus sat silently as Albus gave out pathetic, menial jobs to all of the Aurors. 'Check the Dursley residence.' 'Check all hotels and see if anyone under the name Potter is there.' As if Potter would go to a hotel. He's a convicted criminal, why would he go into the limelight?
Pathetic, really.
Albus then dismissed the Aurors and sent them on their wild goose chase. "Severus, if you would, can you stay after for a few moments?" Albus asked.
"If I must," Severus replied, resigned to his fate of 'searching for the Potter boy.
"If it is at all possible, could you ask Harry to come see me one of these days? We need to have a discussion." The insolent blue eyes were twinkling merrily.
"Why Albus," Severus responded, "What is it that you are implying? Are you accusing me of whisking your precious golden boy away and using his remains in my potions?" Voice dripping in sarcasm.
The twinkling stopped. "I accuse you of nothing, my boy. I just need to speak with Mr. Potter."
Severs stared at the aged man before him. This man saved him for a most unfavorable fate. "I'll see what I can do."
As he was walking away, Severus heard, faintly, the old wizard say, "He is by no means my precious golden boy any more."
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Harry sat stock still for a moment. He was warm, there were no voices echoing through his mind. There was no clean scent of the hospital wing, nor the musky smell of the out of doors.
He truly had no idea where he was. He tried to get up and almost fell back down when reality dawned. Harry Potter, Savior, then Scourge of the Wizarding world was in Snape Manor, a place he figured he would never set foot in. He had to get out of here. He did not belong here, of all places.
He could always go... no where. He was stuck, in Severus Snape's mansion. He couldn't go to Hogwarts, not with Dumbledore there running rampant.
There was no place for him to go.
A sudden pop brought Harry out of his morbid musings. A house elf, clad in only a pillow case, entered the room and began rambling mercilessly. "Master Snape says that Mister Harry Potter, sir, may enter only through…"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down for a minute there," a shocked Harry Potter started, "Ok, first, who are you?"
"M-mr. Harry Potter sir, I is Folly. I is one of Master Severus's house elfs. I is supposed to be helping you while Master Severus is at Hogwarts. Is Mister Harry Potter sir wanting anything? Folly is will to do anything for The Mister Harry Potter sir!"
"Um, I need a bath and some clean clothes if that's okay," an unsure Harry Potter stated. Snape letting him stay in his house was understandable, but Snape having his house elf check after him? Something was not right…
"That is more that okay, Mister Harry Potter sir! With a snap of its fingers a door that Harry did not even see popped open, a clean set of clothes appeared on the bed, and Folly disappeared.
Harry slowly made his way through the elegant room and into the bathroom. There was a claw footed tub along with several plush towels. Harry set the water flowing into the tub, crawled out of his old clothes and into the tub.
He sat in the tub and marveled about how tiny and emaciated he looked. He could count all of his ribs with ease. There was no way he was taller than 5 foot 8. He was twenty-three years old and could have passed for eighteen, with ease.
He glanced down at the water, or rather the sludge that was supposed to be water and shook his head in disgust. Was he truly this dirty? He emptied the tub and then started over.
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Severus stormed into the house. How the hell did Albus find out about Ha- Potter? He paced the halls angrily, what was he supposed to do?
He would have to do the only thing possible. He would have to take the blasted boy, no, man to Dumbledore.
He strode into his bathroom. And stopped. Harry Potter was sitting in his tub.
Harry jumped a mile high when Snape entered the bathroom. "Sorry," Harry said as he jumped out of the tub, "I had no idea that this was your bathroom. I better go…"
Endless rambling accompanied Harry as he stumbled out of the tub and quickly wrapped a towel around himself. He was almost out of the door and into the hall when Snape's armed came out of no where and snatched him.
Severus stared at the emaciated man before him. Thin scars crisscrossed his chest and back. "What happened to you?" Severus asked, there was no way he could have gotten these from Azkaban.
"Do you actually believe that Azkaban keeps track of its prisoner's health? Do you think that the dementors go from cell to cell to check if any of the prisoners would like a healing potion of a fever reducing potion?" Harry shot back.
"For your information, Mr. Potter, I was in Azkaban six months and not one prisoner touched me," Severus answered.
"Yes, well, perhaps you did not have an angry ex-best friend after you skin then did you?"
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