Please Don't Walk Away Chapter 2
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The great hall erupted with chatter once the Boy Who Lived left the room. At the Gryffindor table, Hermoine looked fit to burst into tears at any given moment, and Ron's face was turning an alarming shade of purple.
"What the hell was that? Harry's gone 'round the bend!" Seamus shouted over the rest of the table.
Severus watched Harry stumble out of the Great Hall. He was shocked that the boy had the nerve to pull a stunt like this.
Of all the STUPID things…Damn Brat!
The clearing of a throat behind him startled him out of his thoughts. The withered hand of the Headmaster settled gently on his shoulder.
"Severus my boy, get Mr. Potter and come to my office. The password is Sour Jelly Pumpkins." Dumbledore gave him a pat on the shoulder before returning to his seat. Severus rose with feline grace and stormed out of the Great Hall, robes billowing behind him.
From the Slytherin table, the worried grey eyes of Draco Malfoy watched his godfather leave the Great Hall. He knew that Severus' role as a spy had just been greatly compromised.
Draco had never been interested in becoming a death eater, had fought it for as long as he could. He shuddered as he thought about that horrid night this past summer and the ugly black mark that now marred his perfect skin. He had fled to Severus as soon as he was released and begged his godfather to kill him, to take this suffocating, unclean feeling away. In the end he had been offered Dumbledore's protection in exchange for becoming a spy for the light. The flaxen haired teen wondered what this would mean for both of them and the parts they played.
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Severus made his way to the seventh floor. He had heard the rumors over the last week that The Boy Who Lived had taken to locking himself in the head girl's room and he was guessing that he was headed back there now. He passed by the portrait of the Fat Lady and a small alcove before coming across the magnificent portrait of Cynthia, goddess of the moon. She sat on the grassy bank of a shimmering lake, the crescent moon hanging low in the night sky behind her. As Severus approached, she glanced up at him through milky eyes.
"Severus, what a pleasant surprise." A gentle smile spread across her pale lips. Severus was in no mood for pleasantries.
"Now is not the time Artemis. Allow me entrance at once." Cynthia scowled at her long time friend.
"Severus Snape! You know better than to call me by that name!" She tossed her heavy silver locks over her shoulder and pouted at the man. "A delicate lady such as myself does not deserve such an unattractive name." The potions master heaved a sigh, looking almost apologetic.
"I apologize Cynthia but now truly is not the time. I need to speak with Potter immediately." The portrait looked satisfied with her old friends apology.
"Severus the boy is distraught; I beg of you my friend, don't hurt him any more."
"Cindy I never wanted to hurt him, but it's for his own good. He will come to see that in time. Now please, allow me entrance." She looked at her friend with sad opal eyes.
"Certainly Severus." The portrait swung open and Severus whispered his thanks before continuing down the narrow corridor beyond. It wasn't a long hall by any means. To his left, he saw a red, wooden door with the carving of a gryphon, the head girl's private entrance to Gryffindor tower no doubt. On his right was a honey colored door with the Hogwarts crest carved into it, the entrance to the head girl's private rooms; and straight ahead at the end of the hall was a large window offering an amazing view of the forbidden forest. On the ledge sat The Boy Who Lived, knees pulled to his chest and weeping softly into his hands.
Severus was a cold man. His many years as a spy had taught to control his emotions. However, the sight of his lover in so much pain was nearly his undoing.
Ex lover Severus! You mustn't go soft now, it's for the boys own good.
He straightened to his full height and plastered his best intimidating look onto his face before stalking towards Harry.
"Potter! Just what in the hell did you think that you were doing? Are you trying to get me killed? Or worse, jeopardize the one reliable source of information the order has in this war?" By the end of his rant Severus was shouting himself hoarse. He was so frustrated with the boy at this point that he couldn't help himself.
So much for that iron clad control Severus.
Harry had curled in on himself while Severus scolded him. He hadn't thought of the consequences. He'd been too drunk to think much of anything other than the crushing pain in his chest that could only be relieved by the potions master.
"Sorry Sev…So so sorry. I didn't mean to… just wanted to sh-show you…" Severus could barely understand Harry's slurred rambling. The boy was still very drunk.
"Stupid boy." Severus rubbed his temples in an attempt to ward of the impending migraine, though he knew it would do no good. With a sigh he walked over to Harry, grabbed him by the arm and hauled him to his feet.
"Come along Potter, we have to go see the Headmaster." The boy remained silent , allowing himself to be dragged out of the corridor and on to Dumbledore's office.
Once they reached the gargoyle, Severus took a moment to steady himself before barking out the password.
"Sour Jelly Pumpkins!" He dragged the now silent Potter up the stairs and pushed him through the already open doors of Dumbledore's office.
"Ah Severus! Harry! Have a seat my boys, we need to have a chat." He sat in his high wingback. "Tea?" Severus politely declined and Harry remained silent.
"Now boys," He steepled his boney fingers, "I would like to know what is going on."
When Harry made no move to explain his actions, Severus took charge.
"Headmaster, Mr. Potter and I had a short lived romantic relationship. I could not in good conscious allow it to continue. As you can see, Potter is taking it rather poorly." Dumbledore frowned, the twinkle missing from his wise blue eyes.
"Severus, this is a very serious situation. You realize that your position is now compromised." The potions master gave a sharp nod.
"Of course Headmaster, I will tender my resignation at once."
"No Severus, you will not."
"I see." Severus looked into his mentor's eyes. "Will the Aurors be called Albus, or will I be allowed to leave the grounds peacefully?" The headmaster chuckled lightly.
"Dear boy you are not being fired! There is nothing in the rules against relationships between students and teachers as long as the student is of age." Harry's head snapped up at that. The twinkle was back full force.
"I'm sorry to hear about the abrupt end to your budding romance, perhaps you will reconsider." He winked at Harry. "Your role as a spy is what has been compromised Severus. You will not be going back to Voldemort."
"Unacceptable! Headmaster I must continue to spy for the Order!" Severus was livid.
"I know that you think you must still repent for your past mistakes Severus, but I will not allow you to risk your life anymore, especially now. You have already paid for your sins dear boy, it is time to move on."
"You can not sit there and tell me that I have atoned! I will never be able to wash these sins from my hands!" Radiating fury, the potions master stormed out of the room before Albus could get in another word.
He sighed sadly before glancing at Harry.
"I'm sorry my boy, I haven't forgotten about you." Harry forced a smile onto his face, though it came out as more of a grimace. His eyes were still glazed and his body swayed back and forth. The headmaster conjured a tea service and poured Harry a cup, adding a sobering potion for good measure.
"Drink this Mr. Potter. I'm quite certain it will make you feel better." Harry gulped down the steaming liquid, cringing at the burning on his tounge.
"Harry I think that what you did today was foolish." The boy stared down at his lap.
"I'm sorry sir."
"Don't be. It was foolish, yes; but Severus is the most stubborn man I have ever met. I think that the only way to get his attention is to pull a stunt like you did today. Severus is afraid of letting anyone get too close to him Harry. I'm sure that he's convinced himself that he is doing what's best for you, but really he is pushing you away out of fear. Don't let him do it my boy." Harry looked into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes and gave a genuine smile.
"I wont sir."
"Off you go then. Good luck Harry."
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That night Harry sat in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room deep in thought. He needed a plan, public love confessions obviously did not go over well with the git.
It was past midnight before he finally trudged up to bed. Tomorrow he would put his new plan, Operation Seduce Severus Snape into action. He was going to need all the help he could get, and he knew just who to ask.