Unwanted or Improper
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long! Kinda short too! You might have to read back to remember what's happening, but an update: Snape has attacked Sirius. Hermione overheard a conversation (between Ron and Harry) and rushes off, realizing what's wrong. Hope that gets you up to date.
Thanks to: Jimaine, b, Every Now And Then, Serpent of Light, kears, ataraxis, TheSecretCharacter, Starr Light1, Aria-fic, penny, Lady Lightening, DaughterofDeath, REW, Fuzzy-Bumpkins, lilypurewhite, Pilas, c[R]ud[E]dly, Kateri1, athenakitty, lilsteves and Alynna Lis Eachann.
lighted eagle: I never tire of hearing about my characterization, I've read (and hated) stories when a character isn't realistic. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and thanks for the grammar correction (and yes, you were completely right). I love my Sevvie. Well, thanks again, see ya!
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Unwanted or Improper - Chapter 9
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Worry - something or someone that causes anxiety
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Hermione didn't know what she was doing here. She hated Harry. Absolutely hated him. Or maybe she didn't really hate him. Just was a little mad at him. For what? For being gay? For being bonded to a professor? She didn't know. Now she felt pretty stupid and Hermione hated feeling stupid. But the point didn't have anything to do with Harry, not really. She had to talk to Professor Lupin. Quickly. She'd overheard Ron and Harry's discussion. Something was wrong.
Professor Snape was bound to be deadly angry. And it was bad. Especially if the anger, or whatever it was Snape was projecting, was affecting Harry this way. Like You-Know-Who did.
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Remus was set in a state of unease. He didn't quite know what was bugging him so much, though he suspected he was worried about Sirius. It was probably nothing serious. Snape couldn't be that bad, right?
That did nothing to reassure him of his lover's safety. It only made the nagging worry worse. Sirius was in somewhat of a tantrum before he left. He could take all his anger out on Snape, who, in return, would not restrain himself.
Remus didn't really know what to think about the Harry-Snape situation. It was almost some sort of strange dream or scary nightmare. But, Remus had to tell himself, it was real, and he had to remember that. After all, he wasn't the one who should be upset, it was Harry. And maybe Snape.
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"Professor!"
The banging on his door alerted him immediately that something was wrong. Really wrong.
"What's happened?" Was the first thing out of his mouth, forgetting the niceties.
"It's Snape!"
It took a while for the spark to light in his head. Before he realized exactly what was causing that nagging feeling in the back of his mind. "Sirius!"
Hermione looked at him as if he were crazy. "No... Snape."
"Yes, yes, come quickly." He rushed out the door, leaving Hermione in a confused state.
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"You fucking bastard." The foul words came from Snape's mouth more easily than any thing he'd ever uttered. Which was rather surprising as the man only swore under stress.
Only a gasp of breath escaped from Sirius. His body was held against the wall, a pale hand firmly around his throat. The glee in having control of his archenemy was overwhelming. It wouldn't be murder. Oh, definitely not. It would be justice. And it would feel great.
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"Snape!" The high pitched, stunned sound of his own voice surprised Remus. His eyes were set on his gulping lover. "Let him go, now!" He growled, the concern and anger building up.
The man ignored his small audience. Hermione was staring in shock and fear at her professor, her eyes wide and round. She had never seen the pale potions master at these heights in anger before. It was a sight to behold.
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Dumbledore felt his age more than ever before. The castle could feel the hatred radiating from one of it's residents. It could feel confusion, chaos, and destruction. It was not pleased. And it all revolved around two very important people. Albus refused to think of them as tools, though occasionally it was hard not to. They now held an increased significance in the war. A burden none should bear.
An old man, he was, and he could do nothing to stop what was coming. The deaths. The hurt. The fighting. It would tear people apart. Families had already been ripped to shreds. He thought bitterly of all the lives ruined. Dumbledore couldn't help but accept some blame. He swore to himself he would not degrade Severus and Harry as only the means to a cause. But he had to accept that there would be a time when that would be exactly the situation. He didn't have to like it.
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Remus' cry did not derail Snape's enraged attack on Sirius, nor did the horrified gasp from his student. In fact, the two were shaken off with indifference. It wasn't until Remus had leapt on Snape, the two hitting the ground with a 'thud', did the man make a sound.
"Get off me, werewolf." Severus snapped, his temper not yet snuffed.
Sirius had crumbled when he had been released, the sound of his labored breathing filled the room. Snape was held to the ground by Remus and for a moment there was complete silence.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione ventured.
"Get off me." The quiet, cold tone made Remus flinch. "Just get off me." Resigned this time, as though being led to his death.
Remus lifted his weight warily. Concern for a colleague was needed, yes, but nothing took precedence over his mate's safety. Though all Snape did was prop himself up against the wall.
"Leave." He ordered in the same tone. The three looked at each other. Sirius' indignant eyes met Remus' and Hermione's worried ones. "Leave!" Snape roared.
Hermione fled. The werewolf shot another worried glance in Snape's direction. He grabbed the arm of the slightly breathless Sirius. Holding the man as tightly as he could, Remus left, taking his lover with him.
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His steps echoed in the hall. The dungeons were cold, but at that moment it was a feeling that chilled Harry's thoughts. When Siri, Remus and Hermione had come into the Gryffindor corridor, Sirius looking worse for wear, his heart dropped to his toes. Now he knew what the pain was. It was Snape. Severus.
It was disconcerting for Harry to realize that his concern for his godfather was lessened by that for his professor. It took a while to realize why. The anger -- no, fury -- he'd felt earlier was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Not even Voldemort had emitted such a strong emotion. It scared him. Snape scared him. The bond scared him. He, the Boy-who-lived, was scared of a little bond.
Only it wasn't that little. This bond would rule over the rest of his life. He was sixteen! The rest of his life was a long time.
Harry heard something. Breathing. It was close. He slowed, Snape was close, that was no surprise, his rooms were just around the next corner, but who was outside then? Harry took a cautious peek around the corner. There, at the end of hall, sat Severus Snape. He looked small. From where Harry was standing, the man almost looked like he'd been... crying? Harry started when the obsidian eyes met his.
"Potter," the man spat. "Leave now."
And he almost did. Until the wave of despair washed through him.
"But sir-" The sir was said instinctively. Harry was loathe to admit Snape still frightened him.
"Potter..." Speechless? That wasn't like the professor. Usually he had far too much to say. The tone wasn't even dangerous. Just... resigned. Harry wished Snape would tell him to leave again, after that he wouldn't have the nerve to stay. But he didn't say anything else.
"Sirius probably had it coming." He could've kicked himself for saying it. That was the wrong thing to say at the wrong time.
To Harry's surprise, Severus only let out a harsh, mirthless laugh. "Black's had it coming for a long time, Potter. A long time."
Harry had never felt so uncomfortable in his life and he didn't know whether it was just him, or whether Snape was projecting again. Stuff it, Harry thought with a joy that came with being rebellious. He sat across from Snape, a good six feet between them. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong? What ever could be wrong?" The sarcasm was dripping from his voice. "What the fuck could be wrong?" The shout held no sarcasm, only anger and regret. Strangely, it didn't scare Harry, as it was intended. He knew now that Snape wasn't inhuman, he felt as screwed up about everything as Harry himself did.
Harry didn't say anything. There was nothing he could say. But everything was wrong. And life wasn't meant to be like this. Well, for Harry maybe, always for him.
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It took an hour before Severus said something once again. An hour in which both were silent and still.
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Harry opened his eyes when he heard the professor stand up. "Come on child, it is cold." Almost soft. Gruff, yes, but gentle.
They stepped into the much warmer chambers of Severus Snape. "Don't call me child." He didn't explain why. There was no need.
Snape gave him a startled glance. "Y-yes, not a child at all."
At that the man disappeared into his room, Harry staring after him. Not a child at all?
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End of Chapter 9
You like? Harry/Sev romance begins soon!
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long! Kinda short too! You might have to read back to remember what's happening, but an update: Snape has attacked Sirius. Hermione overheard a conversation (between Ron and Harry) and rushes off, realizing what's wrong. Hope that gets you up to date.
Thanks to: Jimaine, b, Every Now And Then, Serpent of Light, kears, ataraxis, TheSecretCharacter, Starr Light1, Aria-fic, penny, Lady Lightening, DaughterofDeath, REW, Fuzzy-Bumpkins, lilypurewhite, Pilas, c[R]ud[E]dly, Kateri1, athenakitty, lilsteves and Alynna Lis Eachann.
lighted eagle: I never tire of hearing about my characterization, I've read (and hated) stories when a character isn't realistic. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and thanks for the grammar correction (and yes, you were completely right). I love my Sevvie. Well, thanks again, see ya!
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Unwanted or Improper - Chapter 9
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Worry - something or someone that causes anxiety
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Hermione didn't know what she was doing here. She hated Harry. Absolutely hated him. Or maybe she didn't really hate him. Just was a little mad at him. For what? For being gay? For being bonded to a professor? She didn't know. Now she felt pretty stupid and Hermione hated feeling stupid. But the point didn't have anything to do with Harry, not really. She had to talk to Professor Lupin. Quickly. She'd overheard Ron and Harry's discussion. Something was wrong.
Professor Snape was bound to be deadly angry. And it was bad. Especially if the anger, or whatever it was Snape was projecting, was affecting Harry this way. Like You-Know-Who did.
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Remus was set in a state of unease. He didn't quite know what was bugging him so much, though he suspected he was worried about Sirius. It was probably nothing serious. Snape couldn't be that bad, right?
That did nothing to reassure him of his lover's safety. It only made the nagging worry worse. Sirius was in somewhat of a tantrum before he left. He could take all his anger out on Snape, who, in return, would not restrain himself.
Remus didn't really know what to think about the Harry-Snape situation. It was almost some sort of strange dream or scary nightmare. But, Remus had to tell himself, it was real, and he had to remember that. After all, he wasn't the one who should be upset, it was Harry. And maybe Snape.
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"Professor!"
The banging on his door alerted him immediately that something was wrong. Really wrong.
"What's happened?" Was the first thing out of his mouth, forgetting the niceties.
"It's Snape!"
It took a while for the spark to light in his head. Before he realized exactly what was causing that nagging feeling in the back of his mind. "Sirius!"
Hermione looked at him as if he were crazy. "No... Snape."
"Yes, yes, come quickly." He rushed out the door, leaving Hermione in a confused state.
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"You fucking bastard." The foul words came from Snape's mouth more easily than any thing he'd ever uttered. Which was rather surprising as the man only swore under stress.
Only a gasp of breath escaped from Sirius. His body was held against the wall, a pale hand firmly around his throat. The glee in having control of his archenemy was overwhelming. It wouldn't be murder. Oh, definitely not. It would be justice. And it would feel great.
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"Snape!" The high pitched, stunned sound of his own voice surprised Remus. His eyes were set on his gulping lover. "Let him go, now!" He growled, the concern and anger building up.
The man ignored his small audience. Hermione was staring in shock and fear at her professor, her eyes wide and round. She had never seen the pale potions master at these heights in anger before. It was a sight to behold.
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Dumbledore felt his age more than ever before. The castle could feel the hatred radiating from one of it's residents. It could feel confusion, chaos, and destruction. It was not pleased. And it all revolved around two very important people. Albus refused to think of them as tools, though occasionally it was hard not to. They now held an increased significance in the war. A burden none should bear.
An old man, he was, and he could do nothing to stop what was coming. The deaths. The hurt. The fighting. It would tear people apart. Families had already been ripped to shreds. He thought bitterly of all the lives ruined. Dumbledore couldn't help but accept some blame. He swore to himself he would not degrade Severus and Harry as only the means to a cause. But he had to accept that there would be a time when that would be exactly the situation. He didn't have to like it.
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Remus' cry did not derail Snape's enraged attack on Sirius, nor did the horrified gasp from his student. In fact, the two were shaken off with indifference. It wasn't until Remus had leapt on Snape, the two hitting the ground with a 'thud', did the man make a sound.
"Get off me, werewolf." Severus snapped, his temper not yet snuffed.
Sirius had crumbled when he had been released, the sound of his labored breathing filled the room. Snape was held to the ground by Remus and for a moment there was complete silence.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione ventured.
"Get off me." The quiet, cold tone made Remus flinch. "Just get off me." Resigned this time, as though being led to his death.
Remus lifted his weight warily. Concern for a colleague was needed, yes, but nothing took precedence over his mate's safety. Though all Snape did was prop himself up against the wall.
"Leave." He ordered in the same tone. The three looked at each other. Sirius' indignant eyes met Remus' and Hermione's worried ones. "Leave!" Snape roared.
Hermione fled. The werewolf shot another worried glance in Snape's direction. He grabbed the arm of the slightly breathless Sirius. Holding the man as tightly as he could, Remus left, taking his lover with him.
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His steps echoed in the hall. The dungeons were cold, but at that moment it was a feeling that chilled Harry's thoughts. When Siri, Remus and Hermione had come into the Gryffindor corridor, Sirius looking worse for wear, his heart dropped to his toes. Now he knew what the pain was. It was Snape. Severus.
It was disconcerting for Harry to realize that his concern for his godfather was lessened by that for his professor. It took a while to realize why. The anger -- no, fury -- he'd felt earlier was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Not even Voldemort had emitted such a strong emotion. It scared him. Snape scared him. The bond scared him. He, the Boy-who-lived, was scared of a little bond.
Only it wasn't that little. This bond would rule over the rest of his life. He was sixteen! The rest of his life was a long time.
Harry heard something. Breathing. It was close. He slowed, Snape was close, that was no surprise, his rooms were just around the next corner, but who was outside then? Harry took a cautious peek around the corner. There, at the end of hall, sat Severus Snape. He looked small. From where Harry was standing, the man almost looked like he'd been... crying? Harry started when the obsidian eyes met his.
"Potter," the man spat. "Leave now."
And he almost did. Until the wave of despair washed through him.
"But sir-" The sir was said instinctively. Harry was loathe to admit Snape still frightened him.
"Potter..." Speechless? That wasn't like the professor. Usually he had far too much to say. The tone wasn't even dangerous. Just... resigned. Harry wished Snape would tell him to leave again, after that he wouldn't have the nerve to stay. But he didn't say anything else.
"Sirius probably had it coming." He could've kicked himself for saying it. That was the wrong thing to say at the wrong time.
To Harry's surprise, Severus only let out a harsh, mirthless laugh. "Black's had it coming for a long time, Potter. A long time."
Harry had never felt so uncomfortable in his life and he didn't know whether it was just him, or whether Snape was projecting again. Stuff it, Harry thought with a joy that came with being rebellious. He sat across from Snape, a good six feet between them. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong? What ever could be wrong?" The sarcasm was dripping from his voice. "What the fuck could be wrong?" The shout held no sarcasm, only anger and regret. Strangely, it didn't scare Harry, as it was intended. He knew now that Snape wasn't inhuman, he felt as screwed up about everything as Harry himself did.
Harry didn't say anything. There was nothing he could say. But everything was wrong. And life wasn't meant to be like this. Well, for Harry maybe, always for him.
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It took an hour before Severus said something once again. An hour in which both were silent and still.
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Harry opened his eyes when he heard the professor stand up. "Come on child, it is cold." Almost soft. Gruff, yes, but gentle.
They stepped into the much warmer chambers of Severus Snape. "Don't call me child." He didn't explain why. There was no need.
Snape gave him a startled glance. "Y-yes, not a child at all."
At that the man disappeared into his room, Harry staring after him. Not a child at all?
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End of Chapter 9
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