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Part 5 / Snapes quarters
Severus stared dejectedly at the letter that the man he had once trusted, admired and hoped to have called friend, had sent to Harry's relatives. He had reread it several times before slumping into the black cushions of his couch. Willing away the pain that had settled in his mind.
"So what are you going to do about it? You don't even like the brat am I correct? "
Severus looked at the portrait of his grandfather. Crooked an eyebrow and scowled.
"Of course I don't like him. He's an arrogant prick and the son of that damned potter!" he slammed his fist into the arm of the couch. But then why did he feel this thirst? Where was this empathy for the potter brat coming from? God his head hurt. He eyed the glass filled with fire whiskey. Thanking that the spirits could at least ease the questions for a while.
"Then why, pre tell, are you in such a fit about it?"
Severus raised his eyes to glance at the smiling portrait, raising his glass to his lips, only to scoff and choke on the spirits currently burning its way down his throat.
"what in the name of merlin do you think is so funny?" he glowered at Salazar. Preening at the intentional, but unvoiced ridicule.
"Oh you think it is not? I find this absolutely amusing my boy. But fine. Ignore what you feel in your heart but let get clouded by your feelings for this "James". Go finish tending the boys wounds before you end up losing yourself in the decanter."
And at that Severus found himself staring at the empty portrait of his grandfather. He continued staring in frustration before he realized that the old snarky git was probably just watching from one of the other paintings. He looked down at the glass in his hand and ran the other through his hair.
Severus waved his hand and the now clean glass disappeared as well as the spirits. Grumbling about snarky old men and stupid teenagers, Severus walked reluctantly to his room where he had laid Harry potter, the boy - who- lived, the son of James... His friend, his first real friend besides Lily Evans. How he hated that man... But the boy laying on the bed looked nothing like James at the moment. His dark hair spreading across his pale skin, curling slightly at the ends; like Lily Severus thought. He continued to look at the boy, thinking of the past and how one other such man had made him groan from want. A very similar man. Snape imagined running his hand down the curve of the boy's spine and tasting that alabaster skin that shone under the firelight.
A moan escaped Harrys lips, and Severus bite back a look of contempt as he heard a familiar snarky laugh coming from the room he had yet to enter. Wiping his face of all emotions Severus approached the bed and started reapplying the many salves it would take to heal the many layers of damage the boy had had to cope with. That he hid from everyone. Surely his friends knew? Someone would have helped right?
After an hour of continual applying, cleaning and reapplying, Severus Snape felt comfortable with the healing his minimal expertise had accomplished and decided he would wait until morning to check for more extensive injuries that had not been taken care of. He sat on the bedside for a moment before feeling a pang of lust as he looked at Harry's smooth chest, his head tilted to the left and his smooth black curls falling across his face and torso. Severus ran his finger across Harry's cheek and flinched back as Harry moved into the touch crushing his body onto his side. Is this BOY his intended? He turned his head away disgusted with himself. Potter was a boy. And that infernal man's incarnate. He pushed himself out of his rooms and stormed through the corridors.
Severus swiftly found himself pacing in front of the griffon leading to the headmaster's office. What was he going to do? Storm in there and pour every ounce of hate he had with himself out at that women... He smirked and thought how refreshing it might be after what he had just witnessed. He would tell her how her precious golden boy was tormented after her precious headmaster felt the need to leave him to that torture with no more than a good luck and I hope they don't kill you.
His thoughts had him growling. Stupid insufferable elephant... He shouldn't have stood there and watched that vile man lay a hand on his boy... His boy? He slammed his fist into the stone Griffon. Now he was even thinking like his grandfather was telling the truth. The stupidity of it all!
"Now Severus Snape. What did the griffon do to require such treatment?"
Severus turned and stared at the women standing regally in the torch light. And growled some more.
"Well don't tell me that's all it did? Growl? Well it must have growled something nasty for you to understand it but I guess you have become fluent in that language it seems hmmm?"
Professor McGonagall stared at Severus over her glasses. She walked past Severus and brushed her hand across the exact spot that had just been attacked by her once time student. "You must be gentle with it" she said as the gargoyle stepped out of the way to show the staircase that led to her office.
Snape scowled after her as he stepped in behind her. Following his headmistress into her office.
Minerva walked around the large desk and seated herself in the chair before motioning with her hand for Severus to take a seat.
"Now Severus what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I came to inform you of what transpired in the meeting." should he tell her about everything else? The Dursleys and Dumbledore's letter?
"Severus I would a appreciate it if you did not tear apart my furniture." he looked down at his hands and saw that out of anger he was clawing at the leather. He reluctantly released the chair and looked back at Minerva staring at him slightly.
Minerva poured herself a cup of tea and then poured a second. With a flick of her wrist the teacup floated to Snape. He took the cup willingly and took a sip. His head snapped up to glare at the women sitting in front of him. Infuriating woman put a calming drought in his tea.
"Now Severus you didn't expect me to sit here and let you destroy things out of anger did you?" a smile on her face and a playful twinkle in her eyes.
"Now please continue on about the meeting Severus."
He looked at her for a moment trying to decide if he should glare at her or just give it up. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"When we were called he was punishing some of the other death eaters. He had given them a job that they didn't complete. They were to capture Potter." Snape paused to let Minerva let out a sigh of relief. "but he asked of me to do what they couldn't." he watched as Minerva still and hardened a look in his direction.
"Are you going to follow his orders." she almost whispered.
"Minerva, you know better than anyone in the castle now that I am a spy for your side and not his. Please refrain from passing that cold look my way if you are going to forget that."
Snape finished his cup of tea and sat it down on the desk before him. "Of course I left to potters as soon as I got the orders. Someone was watching. But when I got there I was hoping the wards wouldn't let me through and was surprised to find the lack of." he raised an eyebrow directed at the women in front of him. She looked shocked. "And when I walked up to the door I was assailed by the sounds of breaking objects and screaming. The second I knocked a fat lard of a man opened the door and proceeded to scream at me and shut and lock the door in my face." he sighed. "I almost left but the yelling started again. When I apparated onto the other side what I saw has deeply distressed me."
Snape could feel his anger rush to the top as he recalled the beefy hand attack and touch Harry. "That man was attacking Harry." Minerva had been shaking but she had gripped her teacup so tightly that the handle broke away from the rest of the cup. Snape watched as she vanished it all and leaned back into the chair. Her eyes watching him. Waiting for him to go on. Cold angry eyes.
"I was so shocked at first. I don't know how long it was before I got to that man, for he had started beating him. Nor whether it was just a spur of the moment." he shook his head. "But Vernon Dursley said some interesting things." Minerva raised an eyebrow. "He pulled out a letter and started screaming at Potter about how Dumbledore left harry to them..." Snape let the sentence hang at the deadpan shocked look on the Headmistresses face.
"Surely he didn't? That man was lying wasn't he?" Minerva had her head in her hands shaking it back and forth. She only looked up at the sound of Severus pulling parchment out of his pocket. She looked at it carefully before reaching for it.
Dear Petunia and Vernon Dursley,
I am sad to tell you that if you have received this letter I have passed on… And probably sent the only man that would care enough about the boy to come and get him to Azkaban. Enclosed with this letter is the last payment I can send you. You can do whatever you want with the boy. He is not to come back to the school. He is not needed there this year. Just don't kill him. He still has a job to do. Saving the wizarding world as well as yours. Good luck with him.
Yours sincerely Former headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore
Minerva's shaking hand dropped the letter as she slumped into the chair.
"Why?" her eyes searching Snapes. "Why would he do this?" she picked up the letter that had fallen onto the desk and started shaking it. "What has all Harry's work been for? The poor boy has been asking every year to stay. And I always asked myself why." She fell defeated farther into the chair. She raised her eyes to his. Grief stricken eyes stared at him. "I begged Albus not to place him there… but he insisted."
Severus coughed. "Now Minerva I took it upon myself to remove the boy..." he whispered.
And suddenly Minerva stood from the chair with a new fire in her eyes. "I need to see him Severus. Now." before he could protest she was out the door and heading towards the dungeons.
Growling he stood. What would she think if she knew the rest?
Part 6: Snapes rooms
Professor McGonagall paced impatiently in front of Snapes rooms. Barely recognizing him when he whispered Non Omnis Moriar to the snake. He held open the door as she swept passed him and he motioned to the closest door that held the sleeping potter. He followed behind her as she walked slowly to the bed and peered down at the boy. Closing the door softly with a click he turned just in time to see her try to push Harry's hair away from his face only to have the boy flinch from the touch. Horror struck him as Severus recalled the moment before he left. Harry's soft skin, his flush as he leaned into the touch...
"Did you do this?" Severus looked at McGonagall who had levitated him onto his back. Harrys multiple cuts faded bit still an angry red.
"if you are asking if I healed them then yes, but if you dare imply that I would harm Harry..." he froze from the implication of his words. But it seemed she hadn't noticed, so with a sigh he let the sentence hang.
Minerva sat in the chair closest to the bed and hung her head in her hands. "Why?" she choked out.
Snape watched as the usually regal woman seemed to break in front of him. He walked over and, damned his reputation rested his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly in reassurance.
Snape sat like that for a while avoiding looking at Harry... Harry? Why did he continue with the folly? He looked down at the woman who had helped him through much. He couldn't keep it from her. Not just for his sake but Harry's as well.
"Minerva, there's more." he watched as she looked up a wary look mixed confusion and tears staining her face.
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Note+ there are too many greats that's why Salazar is just his grandfather