I will post another chapter this Saturday(12th of October). I'm dealing with so much on my hands (need to cut something out of my schedule, but it'll be a while to make that happen).
However, I managed my time with this one today :)
Warning: Violence/gore/cuss
To answer about when Snarry is going to happen, it will be happening in chapter 11/12. I am only developing my characters and not rushing it. I hope it will be worth the wait for the slow progress between Harry and Severus.
I am still editing it myself and taking a while. I have just begun using WhiteSmoke Program that helps grammar. Please give me some times, I want to make sure they're readable for everyone as much as possible.
The potion master stood at this quarter's door and security, not knowing the password obviously. He came to find himself waiting by the door until a particular person arrives. It did not take too long and found the raven head walking strolling down the hallway. Severus picked up his head and glared at the young man.
The emerald eyes glanced up at his door, seeing Professor Snape there, and he smiled.
"Ah, I hope you weren't waiting too long. Care for some tea, Snape?" He offered already, before going in.
The man scowled, "No thank you, Potter." He did not want the scene to be made in the hallway.
Harry nodded and whispered the password to the portrait. They followed in, and the young man helped himself into the kitchen for tea. Severus stood there, crossed his arms, and continued to scowl at Potter.
"What do you take me for? A fool? An idiot, Potter?" Severus sneered.
Harry blinked, "Did I mess up something?"
"These stories you said no one will hear." He spoke through his teeth.
The savior hummed, "Oh, those false stories. I only gave them to what their mind can handle, Snape. I supposed you thought I was failing my promises," His head shook, "Don't worry, no one, but you will know the truth."
Severus froze and settled his fuming anger down. He lowered his arms and observed everything in his sight. Harry stirred his tea and walked over to his couch as he sat on its arm. He sipped a bit and didn't bother to rush anything.
"The wolves' attack, spell tracking, and spell manipulation stories?" His head leaned closely to be careful to hear the result.
The savior nodded, "All false, mainly. Sorry, I should have warned you that I will tell false stories, but I hadn't suspected the words would get around this quickly."
Professor Snape scoffed, "Obviously, listening during the break time can be quite the gossip, Potter. You should have known that by now."
He sipped, "Yeah, I suppose. Since you went through…false story rumors, I owe you one." He got up and headed over to the kitchen to set his tea down, "Are you hungry? I was thinking of having Krecher make us something. Apparently, he likes to cook a lot and send food, even if he doesn't have anyone anymore." He shrugged.
Severus blinked a couple of times and found himself in an unusual setting. He did not think being upset by a rumor would be one way to earn the story to find out. What would he find now? Not only, that, Potter was offering his house elf for food. He did miss dinner, and this was not his habit on the first day. He would only miss the rest before the dinner during the second week and appear randomly as he desired.
Then the tingling of last night appeared a bit to his memory for questions, "Why care, Potter? Why my dark mark? Why do you trust me after everything I have done to you?" He insisted.
Harry chose not to hear that and write something down on a pad sheet. He wrote out chicken meals and two plates. It magically sent to Krecher, and he knew it would not take too long.
"Because, Snape, you're the only person who has never lied to me. I will admit; I thought my dad was the best man in the world. Obviously, I was wrong. You were always right. Then, I realized you helped Remus during his moon phase and directly sincere of his werewolf half." He shrugged, "You were more frank about Draco too, but that was only one time. Still, you were honest to the bitch and saved me. Maybe…if it ever occurred to you that I wanted to return those favors?" The plates with chicken pasta appeared behind him on the counter.
The potion master has found himself speechless with Harry's calm wording to him. He hasn't realized that or thought of that before. Time has changed Harry as he used to be as a boy. He no longer saw the father resemblance and only someone who was himself.
Severus sighed, "Forgive me, Potter…I am not used to your mature self. However, dinner is not necessary."
Harry smiled, "I believe it will be. I thought the next beginning with the story will be promising. So, three false stories you accidentally believed in and that will be a long one for you. However, I will promise you that it will not get near to the end of it."
Longer story? He knew there was no detention for today – considering Albus told him to refrain giving detention until Saturday at the most, especially the new students who aren't familiar with him.
Harry handed him the spare plate and Severus accepted it. The savior drew out his wand and whipped it in the air to form a table. The table appeared; it pitched black wood, and shined well of its reflection. Harry walked up to the table and the chair appeared automatically. The elder puzzled at the savior for such…magical table to give an out chair like this. He slowly tested this for himself as he walked up and another set of the chair did appear. He tried to act this was natural, but it was rather odd for him.
Harry chuckled at his former professor in questioning. He set his fork down and looked up at the man respectfully.
"When I was first at the hidden location, I needed some basic things like a table. Krecher came after me to tell me I am his master now…but he sort of liked my attitude a bit." He shrugged, "He gave me food and left me alone, and that was the last time I saw him." He took a bite of his chicken and eat a bit while Severus did the same, "I used transfiguration spell with wood to make a table. Then, I was so tired that day and sat at the table while eating. I came across to do a spell that night and mind you, I was for the wear. I accidentally mixed two spells together that caused to bring any chair to this table when I feel like sitting down."
Harry chuckled, recalling how surprised he was, and how tired he was that day. In a way, he found this mixed in spell to be useful to his advantages. Severus began to understand and assumed a couple of things here and there. The man-who-lived ate a couple of more bites of his chicken and returned to his focus.
"I spent a lot of time on my training, especially with the lessons from yours. I had to do it during the times Voldy's attempts. It took me a month to get that down and used alert spell for anyone who dares to go through my mind." He saw how shocked Potter picked up and knew who was doing it, "Since then, I trained myself to use powerful or advance spells." He hummed, "I spent much time on spells and got beyond the point I found myself no longer tired or sleepy. I noticed how the sun came back so soon and on the east side already."
Severus nodded, "Where you lost the ability to sleep? Have you found out the result of why or what happened?"
Harry smiled and pushed his plate aside, "Yes, apparently, you can't mix Augendae and Nocte spells within the same day. There are still aftereffects where its magic will combine and create Forever Awake spell. It was my own consequences. I tried to sleep, but it wasn't working. I had to study up on that and found out that herbal tea will help to provide energy, must avoid the rare star aligned night and day by going underground or basement."
Professor Snape frowned, "What will happen, Potter?"
"I would become a monster almost, but reversing back may cause some serious damage." He hummed, "It depends on how long I was in the exposure. If it was a minute, it won't cause too much trouble. There wasn't many symptoms in the book, but it warns that it will affect me personally."
Severus mentally told himself to avoid Potter during those times. He knew that would be his chance to be a free and perhaps, no longer deal with such an arrogant man here. Harry found this quite relaxing between the two and how mature it was during their dinner.
"So, there's no cure. I spent most of my time practicing and training spells as much as I could." Harry pointed out, "I began hunting, but that's another story." He stood up as both his chair and plate vanished elsewhere.
Severus did not remove his onyx off his former student. To him, he knew that was not long, yet, they did finish dinner. His hand struck into his pocket and pulled out the large flask with dark-blue liquid.
"Here, for the exchange of earning another story of yours." He insisted, more like demanding from him.
The emerald had cornered down to the man's hand and sees a potion, "What potion is this? I do not recall any lessons that result in dark blue."
He handed it over to Potter, "It is the Sleep potion, of course I would not have taught this in your class."
That lit up Harry's emerald eyes brightly when he heard it is a sleep potion. He accepted it and smiled…a night to sleep actually for once. His thumb smoothed the flask's glass, and he could practically feel its power inside this container almost.
"Why don't we head into the living room," Harry hummed curiously.
Severus became uncertain, but he had witnessed the boy smiling for the first time that was caused by him. At the most, he rarely caused anyone to be smiling for him. Harry walked over to the living room, he set the potion on the shelf, and sat down on the couch normally. His hand gestured toward the couch and waited kindly.
"The hunting is a better one, you know?" He shrugged, "I suppose it depends upon a person. I know you're mentally capable of this."
The elder turned his head and stared at the young man, "Potter, so far, your story revealed to be a normal one. Why do you think it is such a big deal?"
"Because now, it turns ugly."
Severus took the opposite end to the seat and faced the savior. He was not sure how to be mentally prepared for this, yet, Harry trusted him for a reason.
"Then spit it out, Potter."
Harry hummed delightfully, "You see, I decided to hunt some death eaters and mind you, I chose to place you in the last person on the list to hunt."
Severus eyed him carefully and wondered what he had meant by this. Harry leaned back comfortably and bored at the ceiling's colors. His' memory was chipped into those days and how his life became…dark.
"I chose to grab my black robe that night and went on my hunting." His head shook, "Bellatrix was my top list, but I knew I was foolish to go after her. Still, she was the one who killed Sirius. I was so…angry at her," Harry sighed, "I wanted to find a way to track her down. I had nobody to help me this time, so I knew I was on my own."
Severus wasn't certain what to expect from the boy, but it would not be easy for him to speak such…tale.
Harry leaned closely, "So, I went to Tom's father's home. Where he was reborn that year." He shook his head, "Voldy wasn't there, but she was. That insane witch did not know I was there. I had to wait for her to be in shitty giddy mood. She was such a crazy bitch, I tell you."
Severus wasn't sure what to gain from here, yet, he hasn't been told about anyone on the dark side or who was taken down. Everyone would have known if she had shown up publicly.
"I moved a bit, but the rocks tilted over each other, and she knew she got company. She tried to crucio me, you know?" Harry chuckled, "But I had to think for myself first. I didn't need her attacking me!" He grinned widely, "That's when I got the shield against her. She went on a rampage and tried to claw that shield. It was making her nails dissolved and her fingers' bleeding."
Severus understood where this was going almost, but he did not know that the shield was capable of that. Harry found himself pleased to tell this, without worrying or interruptions currently.
Potter leaned back in his seat, "I watched her tried to take that shield down. I was prepared to crucio her, but it did take a long time for it to happen…"
Harry continued to tell Severus, while his memory played the scene:
… Bellatrix used her wand to force a poking strike against the shield, and the shield caused it to sizzle with a fire appearing. Her eyes spread widely and dropped it instantly, but the shield did not waste its time. The shield levitated the wand and threw it at her arm. She screamed where her arm was bleeding and burning dreadfully.
Harry gasped and could not remove his eyes from such a scene. She feared this was her final. She took her fearful emotion away and drew it into her anger. Her eyes glared at the boy-who-lived.
"Once I get out, Harry Potter, I will make you bleed and suffer until my master shows up. I will get him to kill you when he can see the lights in your eyes, dear." She chuckled darkly.
Harry did not believe her. He was determined to stop her and fully on his guard. He was not too sure how the shield works, but he knew his crucio spell needed some practices. His teeth gritted and stared right at her face to prevent losing focus on her.
"Tsk, oh, right, that does not scare the little boy. Oh, Sirius loved showing you off as a baby you were. You used to ride him-"
"CRUICO!" Harry snapped at her, while the wand struck at her through the shield.
She laughed as if this was nothing to her. He was tired of this, too much pain fired him, and his anger grew bitterly. How much he wanted her to die. Everything of her taken into his consideration, and showing her place in his world. His crucio has changed, causing her to gasp for some pain relieving, and it was not freeing her. Her knees failed to hold her up and her bleeding fingers could not have the strength at all.
Her body turned into seizure attack and her eyes desperately hoping to be free. Harry saw her puking blood, yet, he knew this was supposed to be disgusting…yet, he had felt she deserved it more than anything. He released his crucio and breathed once more.
There was no satisfactory in him for doing such action. Bellatrix was limping, barely moving an inch, and she laughed faintly. She managed to continue to laugh, insane for her life and Harry had enough!
"Accio sword!" He immediately demanded and caught the handle.
He ran up to her and pointed directly to her stomach. He screamed to all his might and broke through from her stomach to the back. She coughed out blood and her very last dying breath.
"I killed him…but you are evil, Potter," She whispered coarsely, "Just like…m-my-my master-"
Harry pulled out the sword and thrust it into her heart. Her eyes turned dark and the blood pouring like crazy. Everything was soaking in bloody red, everything was a mess, and the scent of its strongly heavy. Harry fell backward and gulped…what has he done? His head shook and scattered at his feet. He ran in dripping blood of an insane witch. He tried to run to the lake, washing it off, and hoping the blood would come off, but nothing had worked. It was on him for weeks.
"…I hated her words, but she was the first hunt I did. It was insane. It shouldn't have happened, and I was a fool then." He shrugged, "But she died during the first year I disappeared." Harry lifted his emerald eyes and saw Severus stricken ill to learn the truth, "That's how I developed the shield spell."
Harry finally shuts up and lets the older man sinks in the new story. How dark it was and dangerous knowing Potter can do the very same to him. Alternatively, to anyone who could betray him.
"How can you be so comfortable talking about something like this, Potter?" His eyebrow rose.
Harry hummed, "If it was four years ago, I'd probably keep my mouth shut. Now, I find it that I was only doing this for the people I care about. It took me eight weeks to get over it, actually. I went back to the place I killed her to apologize, but instead, I found her written note where she was listing a few people to kill. In a way," His hand rolled off, "It was a universal favor that I killed her, and that I saved more lives." He hummed.
The potion master was seeing a killer in front of him, yet; this man does it to protect everyone. It was stopping to those attempted to be a murderer, or they already are.
"What happened after that, Potter? After moving on from killing her?"
Harry grinned, "Now, I think you need to sleep. It's almost getting to midnight." Harry pointed out.
Severus blinked and looked to the clock within the room. He scowled and assumed he could find out another time. Harry smiled, knowing his story would remain safe – especially out of people's ears and watched the man leave in his will.
"Sleep well, Snape. Thanks for the potion, I'll save it for a day I'll need it the most." Harry told him, seeing the man was almost passing by the door.
As I have said, it is a slow process for their relationship to build. I promise there will be a Snarry in chapter 11 or 12, after that, the rest will be Snarry to the end of the story here.
A knut for thoughts?