Summary: Harry Potter has never been normal but now the "Boy-Who-Lived" has another thing that sets him apart from the normal Wizarding World. Two people from his past will return and unlock memories of new powers he's never been able to access or remember until now. These powers are more than enough to defeat Voldemort but along with them come new enemies and trouble. Will the new magic that Harry's accessed help or destroy everything that he holds dear?
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Pairings:
HP/SS, HG/RW, RL/SB (mentioned), DM/OC HP/OC (One-sided)
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Abuse, Violence, Swearing, Slash, AU, Bloody Gory Details, unedited grammar errors...
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Notes (1):
I'm sorry to say that this story will most likely not follow the story line of "The Half-Blood Prince" at all. Not only am I disappointed with the book, but also it messes up my storyline completely. Now this story is officially AU so I hope that you will still enjoy it anyway. I wish that I could follow the book, but it will only give me a severe case of writer's block!
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This chapter has NOT been beta-ed. Siri02 is not available for whatever reason.
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Devil's Snare
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Chapter Ten: Snape's Secret
Dessmona found Harry in the training room and walked in silently watching the boy move about. The early morning sunlight outlined his features making him look to be made of light instead of a young man. His sword danced about with him.
The angel noticed with slight annoyance that Harry's sword form was off. The boy looked agitated and his movements were jerky. If his friends were there they wouldn't have noticed anything. Dessmona had trained Harry herself and was disappointed in his sword style. She was still annoyed about the fight that the two of them had had only a few days ago.
She decided to let it go for now. Harry did look like he had a problem. She walked over to him and began to pull her familiar from around her neck. The serpent hissed softly and his eyes began to glow. At the soft sound Harry slowed down his attacks on his invisible opponent
"Harry, you seem stressed out, why don't you take Saengen for a bit. He tends to have a calming effect…"
Harry gave her an odd look. "You never take him off of your neck, Dess, why are you doing it now?"
The angel just turned away and saw that she had been holding a cloak behind her back. She swept it on over her shoulders and pulled the collar up closer around her neck.
"I have to go back to Heaven for something, and he wouldn't be accepted, you know that much."
Harry just watched the angel as she walked past him. She was beginning to glow and show signs of the power that she normally kept hidden. The light moved from her and then turned into a portal.
Her wings burst from her back and shone brightly casting beautiful pure light around the room and reflecting rainbows on all of the shiny surfaces. She disappeared into the portal with a flash of light.
Harry watched and then sighed as Saengen hissed softly and squeezed his neck in a comforting way. The half-devil smiled and gently stroked the beautiful creature. He glanced at the clock and sighed again hissing softly in Parseltongue, "I suppose that I had best be getting to Snape's rooms to have that lesson. 'Late for being early,' humph."
Saengen hissed in laugher if serpents could laugh. "That would be wise or else the Dark One will commence with his loud complaining about your lack of expertise in that area of mind shielding."
Harry just put away his sword and proceded to walk from the room to go up to his own to get the outlines that was supposed to do. The snake around his neck moved to his arm but kept it's head on his shoulder. Harry wondered if somehow it could read.
"You found the theory, now can you do it?"
Harry startled. "You can read English?"
"Little ability given from having an Angel for a master."
The two proceeded to Snape's chambers and Harry braced himself for another lesson. He suddenly remembered that he needed to talk o Remus about the Lycanthropy and stopping the pain that overtook the man everytime he transformed.
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"Severus, are you in there?"
Remus stood at the Potion Master's chambers and folded his arms while he waited for the door to open. He knew better than to touch it, Snape had put all the wards he could around his room without going against the wards on Grimmauld Place itself.
"What do you want, Lupin?" Snape hissed the werewolf's name as if it were a curse.
The tawny-haired wizard stepped inside of the room his nose twitching in distaste at the fumes from the potions brewing away. Her could smell the distinct ingredients from the Wolfsbane potion.
Snape noticed the other wizard's gaze and nodded slightly.
"I've been working on your potion, Lupin, so don't worry. In all of this fiasco, I haven't forgotten about your "furry Little Problem." "
Harry knocked on the door even though it was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and then two sets of eyes met his. Harry smiled apologetically.
"I apologize if I'm interrupting…"
Remus sighed and glanced at Snape. "No, Harry you are fine, Severus and I are finished with our conversation."
With that the werewolf moved towards Harry to leave the room. Harry looked down at him with a concerned look and the man just smiled and squeezed the boy's shoulder and left the room. Harry suddenly remembered that he needed to talk o Remus about the Lycanthropy and stopping the pain that overtook the man everytime he transformed.
"Remus, wait! When do you want me to heal you?"
The werewolf stopped and smiled. "After your lesson, of course anytime that is good with you is good with me."
Harry smiled bright and then stepped back into the room. Snape was glaring at him and Harry looked at his wide-eyed wondering what he had done this time.
"What happened? Did you two argue."
Snape folded his arms and then regarded Harry with a sneer.
"That, Mister Potter, is none of your business." Harry scoffed under his breath and Avenairu flared in annoyance. "Let's just hope that this lesson is better than most.
Harry didn't have time to block his thoughts, because Snape assaulted his mind immediately. He wavered under the strain. He was trying to only let certain memories go by and hide the ones that were more important.
He and Adrian were in some dark room looking through a collection of weapons. The young half-devil reached towards one and pulled it slowly off of the display case.
Dessmona was trying to fight off multiple devils while a ten-year-old Harry stayed behind her, eyes wide and covered in scratches.
A young man was walking slowly towards Harry, a wicked looking sword in hand with spikes on it. He was stalking towards Harry, who stood there confidently, his own sword out. The two stared at each other before the other disappeared and Harry whipped around and struck out behind him and the clang of swords hit the air.
Harry was confused. Those weren't memories that he remembered yet, but Snape had pulled them out with ease. That was a good thing; he did want to have more of them brought to the surface. At least the ones that went by weren't harmful to him.
Snape pulled back from the boy's mind. He looked at Harry strangely.
"You have never even witnessed those memories, but I could access them?"
Harry nodded. "I was trying to block my other memories from you by letting certain ones that aren't harmful to me or anyone else go past, but somehow you found them."
Snape regarded Harry with a closed expression. "While this is interesting and I would like to look into it more, you still didn't block your mind well enough. If you had other memories that you can't access yet, anyone else could see them and use them against you.
"Tell me, in Hell are there any devils that can use mind attacks?"
Harry thought carefully. "Well, they reside in Hell, but they're not Devils. Dark Shadows have this curse that breaks into you mind and uses your worst memories to torture your mind. If it involved pain, you feel everything that happens to you. It's terrible. I saw someone go mad from it. They had gotten hurt badly, and then all of their wounds were reopened. They died as well. I don't know if the memories are used against them."
Snape just shook his head. Don't think that this gets you off the hook, Potter. You still didn't block your memories from me. I still witnessed them and I caught onto your little plan. Showing me memories that you want other to see is distracting. It's easier to block them all than to let little cracks of them be viewed."
Harry opened his mouth to protest but Snape went on. "You still don't understand the theory." Snape knew that if he taunted the boy it might bring out the wrath of Avenairu but he was willing to take that chance. Unfortunately for Harry the only time you got successful results from his was when you taunted him.
"So ignorant just like your father and Black."
Low blow but it worked. Harry was starting to get angry and a flicker of red went through his eyes.
"Still think that basic theory is above you. Being pampered and given everything that you have ever wanted has made you soft."
"Damn you!" Harry growled, and his anger was so direct that Avenairu's voice combined with his as well making it loud and commanding along with a warning echo of power. Snape looked at the boy surprised and then Harry began to advance on him.
"You don't believe me when I say that I was mistreated and not some spoiled little brat, then let me show you!"
Harry drew in all of his power and focused it on projecting his memories into Snape's head. The man was caught off guard by the magic onslaught and the memories soaring before his eyes.
Dursley was giving Dudley another video game system to replace the one that "the freak" had broken. In truth Dudley and Piers had gotten too rough with the boy and threw his into it. While the machine could have been repaired then from Harry's lightweight impact, Dudley and Piers were so angry with Harry for "ruining" their games, which they smashed it up themselves and then later that night Dudley had told his father that he had broken doing "freaky things."
When Vernon had heard that he had missed out on another promotion, he stayed at a Pub getting drunk. Fortunately for him, Petunia and Dudley had been out together, spoiling the pig boy no doubt. He stomped into the room drunk and wasted, but he yanked Harry out of the small room and slapped the boy
Harry was stuck in the cupboard under the stairs covered in bruises after Vernon had gotten home from work pissed that he hadn't gotten a promotion.
The Dursley family was sitting under a tree laughing and exchanging presents or rather giving Dudley a mountain of presents while Harry was forced to watch from the kitchen where he was making Christmas breakfast. Dudley was ripping open the packages laughing, and squealing at what he got. His parents cooed over him and Harry sniffled as he cooked and then cried out when some grease from the bacon jumped out of the pan and burned him.
"Shut up you worthless piece of sod! You're ruining or present opening!"
Harry whimpered and walked over to the sink to find something to put on his burn. He forgot about the bacon and it burned to a tasteless crisp in the skillet, making large puffs of black smoke rise into the air.
When Vernon got the whiff of burning food he got up as quickly as his mass of fat would let him and stomped into the kitchen grabbing the boy while he tried to take the offending food from the stove and throw it out.
"First you ruin presents, then you ruin our breakfast!" He backhanded Harry across his face and the boy cried out in pain. Vernon dragged him to his cupboard and threw him inside.
Finally the torrent of memories ceased. He looked at Harry in awe and disbelief. The boy was standing there; eyes narrowed and looking as if he hadn't of broken a sweat. If a normal person had done that, they would be collapsed on the floor in a magical coma. His eyes were glowing brightly, the emerald burning before Snape felt his mind being torn through by the distraught boy in front of him
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Harry was suddenly looking inside of Snape's mind; his previous magical outburst must have been enough to get past the man's high mental defenses. As memories and emotions washed over him, one scene caught itself in Harry's mind in particular; Snape was walking on Hogwarts grounds with another boy, holding his hand. The two were quite far from the castle; were they hoping not to be seen?
The other young man gazed towards Snape and stopped the two from walking and laid one hand on the ex-Death Eaters cheek. His dark blue eyes stared into the Potion Master's onyx ones and he pulled his hand away and pulled up the sleeve of his robes and the sweater underneath.
Snape in the memory gasped as the boy revealed his forearm and the ugly insignia of Voldemort marred the slightly tanned skin. Harry, for one reason or another, couldn't hear any of the words spoken between the two as Snape's face contorted in anger and was that fear? The two of them continued to argue until the boy grabbed Snape by the collar of his robes and crushed his lips to his.
The two teens parted, with flushed faces and bruised lips. The other wizard turned from Snape, but the dark-eyed wizard, grabbed onto his apparent lovers robes. The other boy yanked himself out of Snape's grasp and moved swiftly towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Snape ran to follow as his lover disappeared into the mist, but he was then encased with a bright red light and he crumpled to the ground.
Harry assumed that by the light he had been hit with the spell Stupefy, but before he could contemplate what he had just seen, he was being wrenched from Snape's mind and he found himself back in his own mind crumpled on the cold, unyielding floor.
Snape stood in front of him, face paler than usual with a glazed look in his eyes, breathing harsh and uneven. He was supporting himself on the edge of his lab table, his gaze focused on the floor. He refused to look up at Harry, whom of which he could feel his fixed stare.
'I can't believe that the younger version of Snape is the same man who stands in front of me right now,' Harry thought to himself. 'It seems that he did once have a heart.'
Many pregnant minutes passed before any words were said. The only sounds in the room were of Snape trying to control his ragged breathing and the calm bubbling of the potion sitting in a cauldron on the opposite side of the lab table.
"I'm surprised that you could enter my mind as easily as you did, Potter, but that's to be expected with your lack of control over your magic."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Snape held up a slightly trembling hand. "I was wondering when one of those memories from my time at Hogwarts would show up. That young man that you saw was my lover, Bryan Sanford. It was during our sixth year that he joined Voldemort. That night he left with other Death Eaters that he met with in the forest. He cast Stupefy on my to stop me from following him.
"I never saw him after that day, but he continued to send me letters, until he was killed by Voldemort, or should I say one of his lackeys, for not torturing one of his cousin to death for not wanting to join the Death Eaters. His heart wasn't totally hardened by having to work with the Dark Lord, and in the end it cost his life."
Harry stared at the broken man in front of him with disbelief on his face. He was amazed that his teacher would tell him anything about his life, let alone something so personal.
"One of the reasons I hated your father and Black was when they found out that I was homosexual, they increased their "fun" as they liked to call it hundredfold. Everyday was horrible when I was around them, and since I never had that many friends anyway, no one defended me, save Bryan."
Harry's breath caught in his throat, which had suddenly turned dry. His eyes began to cloud over in pain.
"Sir, will we be continuing our lessons today?"
Snape tuned his eyes to Harry who was shaking slightly. His inky eyes narrowed as he took in the boy's rigid posture and pale face. His skin looked clammy as well and his breathing was irregular. The boy rushed to feet, nearly loosing his balance and he groped wildly for the edge of the lab table to support himself, his sweaty palm accidentally resting on Snape's as he searched for a stronghold.
Harry jerked his hand from the other man's as if he had been burned and he practically sprinted to the door. "Please excuse me," he managed to rasp before running out of the door.
Snape's fathomless black eyes narrowed in anger and disgust as he heard Harry's crazed steps running down the hallway and then rushing up the stairs. The older wizard could hear the distraught boy walk to some place above him in the upper floor. Snape growled slightly and swept out of the room clenching his fists together.
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Left alone, Harry ran into the attic and slumped down onto the floor against some dusty old boxes. Despite the massive clean up nearly a year ago, there was a huge collection of dust and it flew into the air at his impact of sitting down. Harry grew even more agitated as it flew into his nose and made him sneeze and his eyes burn he was sitting on and leaned back against it. Even though the room was full of grime, it was quiet, and he doubted he'd be disturbed up here. The only person who knew his lessons were over for the morning was Snape, and he trusted that the man would not come back looking for him.
He tried to clear his mind, to calm down, but his thoughts refused to cooperate. He still was not entirely sure what had just gone on. Everything happened too fast. His father hated Snape because Snape was gay. His father would have hated him as well. He thought about the veil in the Department of Mysteries. His godfather was probably somewhere back beyond that curtain, hating him right now as well.
Harry sunk into his mind. He knew he was pitying himself, and he did not care. He deserved a little self-pity now and then. There was nothing, nothing at all, about his life that would ever be normal. Harry closed his eyes and hugged his knees. He felt the tears coming back and fought them off. He could almost hear his father laughing at him.
The grief was around him like a blanket, dampening everything else. He only felt the pain in his scar when it was strong enough to cause flashes of light across his vision. Harry just rested his head against the cool glass. This was not a good time to have a random vision.
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"Potter!"
Snape wrenched open the door open and after his eyes adjusted to the poor lighting from the obstructed window, he saw Potter sitting propped up against one of the many storage boxes in the crowded and dusty room. He was shivering as he gazed silently out of the window; his long hair had come loose from its bindings hiding his green eyes from view.
The half-devil did nothing to acknowledge the Potions Master's presence. He only reached up and ran his slender fingers through his dark curtain of silk.
"Potter, I wouldn't think that you are so rude as to ignore me, and run out of our lesson. I did not dismiss you, and even if I had you should have not have just rushed out of my rooms."
Harry just shuddered in answer.
Snape crossed his arms in front of his chest and his lips curled into a snarl.
"If you share your father's or that mutt's prejudices, you had best get over it now. I won't tolerate your behavior—"
Harry cut the many off with a choked voice. "No, sir, I don't share my father's prejudices." His voice broke on the last word.
"Potter," Snape murmured almost incuriously. "Are you homosexual?"
Harry's eyes rose to the older wizard and the man saw that they his face was streaked with tears. His eyes blazed challengingly and he watched for any signs of ridicule.
"This isn't extremely important at the moment, but what will your angel say when she finds out. Of course with my limited research on Muggle Religion, I know that homosexuality is a sin."
Harry placed his face in one slightly trembling hand and then slowly ran said hand through his mused hair.
"She might have an idea, but I could care less about her opinion on the subject."
Snape just watched as Harry curled up on himself and placed his head on his knees. The older wizard could hear the boy's soft muffled cries, and very awkwardly placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.
'Blast it Potter,' the stoic man thought. 'If Minerva were available, even the werewolf. Anyone would be better at handling this sort of thing.' Snape was used to handling Harry's other emotions such as his "rule breaking", and his "I'm-better-than-everyone-else" complex, but not this emotionally distraught boy.
Harry looked up; his face tear-streaked and eyes red from crying.
"My father would have hated me!"
"NO!" Snape said so forcefully that he started himself a bit; he certainly startled Harry. "James had a narrow mind in school as do nearly all students until they are exposed to the real world. He eventually grew out of it, and of course he could have never hated you."
"That's probably another thing that moved you towards being a Death Eater, isn't it? Being ridiculed by my father and Sirius…"
Snape snorted. "Don't give them too much credit, Potter. They alone were nowhere another to move me to make that poor choice."
The half-devil looked up at the man silently and regarded him silently. Through Harry's gaze, Avenairu studied the man as well. Harry was astounded by how civil Snape was being towards him, and Avenairu's opinion of the man, while not completely changing, was shifting slightly.
"But, they had to have given you another reason to side with Volde—I mean the Dark Lord. Being ridiculed."
"I made my own choices Potter."
Harry looked up at the older wizard with red eyes. Saengen who he had forgotten about hissed comfortingly and rubbed his head against his cheek. Harry stroked the crimson familiar and smiled slightly.
"Thank you, Professor, I appreciate this even though I can tell that it is outside of your comfort zone."
Snape rolled his eyes. "You have no idea Potter."
The emerald-eyed wizard smiled and then curled up again wrapping his arms around his knees and letting his head rest against them. His long hair fell around his like a curtain hiding his face and the serpent from view.
"Could you just give me some time alone?"
Snape complied and then decided to walk out of the room. He glanced back at Harry as he raised his head and gave him a very slight smile
When Snape closed the door Harry brushed his hair out of his face and sighed to himself. He felt drained the magic that he had used and the sadness that was around him. Saengen moved away from his body and slithered away onto the floor. He turned around and then looked at the boy silently.
Harry was going to ask what he was doing when a burst of pain hit him. He bit his lip trying not to cry out. Either Voldemort was doing something, or it was a side-effect from the magic that was depleted. He hoped that it was the latter.
Suddenly he was seized with pain and he slumped over on the floor onto his side. His vision swam and the last thing that he saw was Saengen hissing loudly and glowing a bright red. Then everything went black.
...Devil's Snare……5……Devil's Snare…………………………
Oh no, what happened to Harry? ARGH! Bad cliffy, humph, I know.
I'll update again next week or the week after. One more update for July! Hurray! Hopefully this will continue to be a trend.
Next Chapter: A Conversation Between Two Half-Devils. Harry finally learnes Saengen's identity; Remus talks with Harry about James' homophobic attitude; Harry takes away the pain from the Lycanthropy.
Word Count: 4,624
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