No One Needs a

Hero Once

The World is Saved

By: Angedelamorte

Disclaimer: If I were JK, I'd be too busy killing everyone off to worry about fan fiction.

Author's Note: Thank you too all of you wonderful reviewers out there. The reviews really helped inspire me to write more. My entire schedule has been shot to shit. I have swim practice six days a week. Then after that I get the glorious privilege of cramming two hours of homework into about forty-five minutes until I fall asleep.

"Yes well, I guess you didn't have and angry ex-best friend after your skin than did you?"

Severus stared in shock. Did Ronald Weasly injure The-Boy-Who-Lived while said savior was serving a life sentence in Azkaban? "What in Merlin's name do you mean by that?" Severus asked, shocked by the accusation.

"I shall tell you my entire sordid tale, after I get a chance to get dressed." With that The-Boy-Who-Lived stalked out of the bathroom and closed the bedroom door with a slam.

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Harry sat on the bed in the lush bedroom and attempted to pull himself together, Coming out of the room and bawling his eyes out to Snape would prove nothing. Nothing at all.

He stood up, ever so slowly, and walked even slower out of the room. This was the point of no return. This is where he would or would not bear his soul to the Potion's Master. This could quite possibly be the part where Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World would make his first friend in over six years.

Severus sat in his rather lush living room waiting for Potter to return. He had to admit to himself, he was curious. What kind of damage could an angry red head do? Perhaps the question he should have been asking himself was what kind of damage can an angry Ministry official do?

Severus was about to barge into the room and demand answers from the frail ex-con when said Savior of the Wizarding World emerged.

He sat on the couch as far as possible from Snape and stared into the fire, seemingly gathering his thoughts.

Severus broke the silence. "What in the world happened to you Potter, while you were in Azkaban?"

"That's the real question isn't it professor?" Harry started, "There is one thing you need to know about Azkaban. They don't keep the prisoners locked up all day. They say it was inhumane." A harsh laugh, "We would get two hours a day to 'socialize' in the courtyard in the center of the prison.

"Ron was always jealous of me. Of my fame, of my money, most of all, he was jealous of the fact that I could have practically any girl I wanted. But he had Hermione. They were in love. They had been going out for over two years. They were even thinking of setting a date. But then, I killed her. It shattered him. I guess he was convinced that I did it just to punish him. I don't know. I guess he thought that I would really kill one of my best friends. I don't know.

"Now I know it would look strange for a Ministry official to waltz into Azkaban and start beating The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Betray, or whatever name they favor now. But if some of the inmates got a little rowdy, well, that's another story."

Severus stared in shock at the man in front of him. Did he truly mean that Weasly paid inmates to beat him? "Harry are you one hundred percent positive that it was truly Ron Weasly that paid the prisoners?"

"Yeah, they would always say that Ron sent his love."

"These are some pretty serious accusations here, Harry, I'm pretty sure we could gather some testimonies and evidence. WE could have it heard in the Wizangmort by the end of the year…"

"Why would we bother doing that?" Harry cut in.

"Why?" Severus yelled, outraged, "Why? Perhaps because a Ministry official abused an Azkaban prisoner for six years?"

"Forget it," Harry said dejectedly, "just forget it. Somehow, Ron got a few friends in high places. There's nothing we can do about it. Just let it be. I don't want another life ruined on my behalf." After that, Harry curled into himself, neither speaking nor moving.

After a few awkwardly silent minutes, Severus got up and returned to his potion for most of the night. When he went into the living room early the next morning, The-Boy-Who-Lived had disappeared into his room.

After a few failed attempts at a peaceful slumber, a rather un-rested not to mention unhappy Severus Snape rose from bed and went into his living room; where he found Harry bloody Potter in his favorite chair, reading his favorite book, drinking tea out of his mug, and dribbling it all over the carpet.

"Merlin's beard Potter, what is wrong with you? I graciously allow you into my home, and now you waltz about the place as if you own it. You need to grow up, Potter. The world does not revolve around you. People need their own space."

Harry stared at Snape in shock. "Sorry, professor-"

"I do not want to hear it Potter. This is my home, things go by my rules." A mocking laugh "I guess that you learned nothing since Hogwarts."

It was at this point that Harry got angry. "Incredibly sorry to intrude, Snape. I actually thought you had changed. I guess I will be on my own then." With that Harry picked up his things and walked out of Snape Manor.

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The first thought on Harry's mind was why? Why would Snape act that way? Why would he get so upset that he was sitting in a chair drinking tea? Why would Snape take him in if Snape would only listen to his story and throw him out on his ass. Why was it always happening to him?

Harry looked around him. He was near Muggle London. This would make things much easier. What Harry figured would be a quick walk actually took almost three hours. The sun was high in the sky and the only thought on his mind when he reached the Leaky Cauldron was water, then sleep.

He stumbled through the pub and thanked Merlin that it was always dark in the dingy place. He stumbled to the counter and asked Tim, the new barman, if there were any vacancies.

"Why, of course we do. What might your name be, sir?"

"Harry Potter."

"On second thought, all of our rooms are booked for about the next month or so, Mister Potter." The name was spat with vehemence. "I suggest you take you kind and kindly leave my bar. Or I will call the Aurors. We don't take any chances here with convicted criminals."

Harry stumbled out of the bar visibly shaken. He was supposed to be the hero. Why would a hero be thrown out of an inn? Why would the world discard its hero?

The real question is, of course, what was he supposed to do once the world was saved?