Chpt.11
A/N: I'm going to be doing this fast. That means I'll be adding chapters together for this one. Mainly because when I wrote the outline of this story I didn't really put much thought into how long the chapters would actually be. I don't like them short.
Pourquoi le fleur?
-I'm never gonna pass French.
Running is hard on the lungs that protest such a thing. It makes Severus Snape wheeze and cough up fluids that should stay down in his body. Not that he'll be one to complain. After all it's his own stupidity that has lead to him to fall as this.
It hurts but he'll continue to run for his life because it is indeed his life that he's trying to save. Running out of time and trying to elude the idiots behind him. After all who is the smart one. The traitor who only forfeited their lives for knowledge or the renewed Death Eaters who've spent half of their lives in Azakban going crazy? It's a question that just screams out it's answer.
Years of lurking in the halls for students has made it so that Severus Snape is very quick and quiet on his feet. The body structure of a cat has enabled it so that he is able to curve his body at the sharp corners.
Yet years of smoking and brewing potions have made it so that his lungs contract against his ribs painfully. So Severus is forced to do something he knows won't work.
He turns around and throws hexes at them. The mad people start throwing 'Crucio' at Severus while he tries to get to the other side of the wall.
The cobbled street is dark and reminds Severus Snape about the stories that he heard when he was a kid. Running faster he can hear the cars go by.
He remembers the colour of Muggle police cars from when he was a kid. And he hopes that they now carry the guns they didn't when he was a boy. He hopes that everything will be OK despite the fact that the now grown up Severus Snape knows that nothing is ever alright. But that doesn't bother to slow him down. Even when the sky flashes emerald green and he knows what has happened to the Muggle police that have tried to stop his chasers.
As he runs he hopes that his old body doesn't give out.
But he makes it to the shop that harboured his passion all those years Ago. The Apothecary where Severus Snape secretly always wanted to work. Not that he would admit to such a triviality.
Smashing into the door is not an option neither is the Apparation. So instead he slinks to the back of the alley and finds the back door. Where he proceeds to use lock spells that he figured out when he was a Fifth Year. These spells no one can detect because no one else knows them. It makes Severus rather proud that he had never really become pigheaded enough to have the need to show others what he was truly capable of creating.
Then again maybe if he had all things would have turned out different.
When the wood splinters silently and the lock gives just as silent. Snape slips into the dark. He uses a 'Lumos' in order to move around.
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There are many things that Severus Snape knows. Most of them to do with the chemical concoctions of potions. He revels in this fact and has always taken the most pride in what he has been able to create.
Draught of the Living Modified. It makes Severus Snape nostalgically at how when he was sixteen he would get pissed off trying to figure out the chemical properties such a potion would need.
The Draught of the Living in itself is a complex potion that requires a certain amount of magical properties that are hard to get ahold of. But at sixteen Severus Snape couldn't have possibly gotten a hold of those ingredients. So instead he put to work a way to create the solution without having to use the damned ingredients. And he did, he figured out the why the dragon's blood had the same sort of reaction to sodium as potassium benzote did. He created out charts that would have the potions enhanced or the potions that were too strong so that it was lessened.
The Draught of the Living Modified is the Draught of the Living but instead of making it so that the drinker of the potion was rendered unconscious and their bodies stilling the magic, it worked in a different way. It made the drinker do what it is physically possible and makes it so that the drinker's magic is unleashed to the fullest.
The theory behind that one was one that Severus Snape worked hard on. That everyone has a bit of magic but everyone has a cavern in which to drink it from. Most people have enzymes in place to keep complete control of the magic while some people don't. The potion acts as a bomb to that enzyme making the drinker out of control with the magic.
Severus Snape never thought he would actually create such a potion so he never thought a head to the thought of having a human being out there that would be the strongest magically and not be able to control themselves.
He didn't think of it then, and he won't think about it now.
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Beginning of Chapter 12
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"Where the hell have you been!" The boy really needs to do something about his voice. He should have gone through puberty a long time ago.
Severus doesn't say anything. Not about the ratty state of his dress or the fact that he's covered in a small sheet of dried sweat. The smells coming off of him must be repulsive, but that doesn't stop the man from leaning forward and forcefully kissing the small boy in front of him.
Thank God for the hormones that allow Snape to shift the vial from the boy's notice.
When the boy moans into the deepening kiss Snape knows that it is time to move this to the bedroom. Except he can't think of a way to get up the stairs without breaking the spell he's seemed to have cast on the boy. When the boy grinds his hips into Snape, the older man hisses and crushes the boy into his body.
All thought goes out the window as Severus Snape forces the boy onto the kitchen table and proceeds to throwing the willing legs wide apart and ripping the pyjamas off the small body.
Fucking the boy is an enjoyable act that Severus doesn't think he'll ever really tire of. After all the boy is quite beautiful with his mouth gasping for more and his body laid bare and for the taking. The mussed black hair and the burning green eyes. Snape always thought the eyes were like Lily's. But other than that the boy was entirely his father.
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The boy is a wanton slut when he screams his completion. Snape continues to pound into the now reddened bottom. It's as if he wants to rip the boy open. Though with a tight cavern like that it is a wonder that Snape hasn't come before this.
When he does he uses the opportunity to look at the boy who stares lazily and drowsily up at him.
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Severus knows that teenaged boy's need time to recover. Though he realizes that they recover very quickly so he must work just as quickly. Casting spells that would make no sense to people who've studied and taught spells. Grabbing vials and taking out syringes that he nicked from the Apothecary and such. He uncaps one of the vials that has a thick deep crimson colour to it. Taking the boy's arm and poking it with the syringe Severus Snape pushes emptying the contents into the big blue vein that stands out on the alabaster.
He does it with the other vial that has a metallic blue colour to it.
Dragon's blood mixed in with mercury would kill any werewolf or vampire that would seek to take that neck between their teeth. There is some sort of risk in this. One that means that the boy's body could die from such blood infusions that are not meant for the human body. And the one where this has never been tested.
You could say that the boy is to Severus Snape as a white mouse is to a Vancouver scientist.
Severus Snape wonders if this means that he is a colder person that everyone previously thought. Since this is a boy that has taken him as a lover and has saved his life and whose life has meant more the Severus Snape than he would ever want to think. But then Severus Snape remembers that all the things that he has done from nineteen and on have been for a reason. Whether or not they were good reasons, they were still there.
Getting up and pouring himself a much-needed vodka Severus Snape can nearly feel the weight of the world on his narrow shoulders.
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Chapter 13
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When the boy awakens he wants to speak to Snape. Not that the older man would permit such a thing. After all Severus Snape isn't really one for confrontation as history has told again and again.
The more the boy insists the more Severus Snape shuts down. Not responding knowing that the magical power coursing through the boy is making him restless and frustrated. So that in only a short amount of time the boy will leave Severus Snape to go and do what he's been needed to do since he was a child. Finally the boy gives up and threatens Severus if he is to leave this godforsaken house again by giving the older man over to the Ministry to do with him whatever they would. Severus knows that such a pig headed threat is not something that would happen. After all according the rules of the game he now belongs to his new master Harry Potter.
It makes him want to scream knowing that he will never be able escape his years of servitude. Especially to a brat.
But it'll only be a short amount of time before he is fully free of any servitude to any man creature or biological living thing.
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"The boy really is an idiot."
Using simple wards to confide Severus Snape. With a near sweep of his arm he is able to break all the wards. When he finishes with that he continues on in his journey.
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Severus Snape figures that joining with his old friends in fighting the so called 'Good Side'. Of course this means explaining why he did what he did to Wormtail and the whole chase.
Which he refuses to do.
Instead he puts his mask up and the cloak and goes through the motions that he so remembers.
If he was forced under the Truth Potion Severus Snape would tell that he loves the way he is able to snap the end of robe. It makes him feel very godlike and beyond anyone's control.
Besides he always thought it kinda looked cool.
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There are reasons why people die. Severus Snapes' will never be sickness or natural causes and he knows this. Beyond a doubt does he know this. And he fully accepts such a thing.
Severus Snape, Half Blood Prince, Black Onyx alas,
A finale worthy of nothing really.
Perhaps if the audience can throw the flowers out the window? The show has stolen your money. Because nothing has been learned but the sad sigh of a man who never really changed. Nor did he get what he really wanted. Which was Knowledge.
Nor did he ever seek for what The Old Fool always preached about.
The play is about to be over.
No more masks. No more other personas to intake.
Nothing more.
Perhaps not even the nonsense of the things that are idiotic.