A Hardened Heart
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,584
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Title: A Hardened Heart
Disclaimer: Don’t own, Don’t ask, Don’t Tell, but I think this is where she should go with the mess she has left us in. Mind you she might not have quite as much fun with the characters as I do.
Warnings: To Be Confirmed
Pairings: HarryxSeverus
I moved quickly through the crowds of people, moving quickly in their groups. Families, friends, anyone they knew they could trust not to kill them. Shops were closed on either side of me, windows boarded up against the onslaught of fear. I moved through them anonymously, my face changed so much in just a few months that no one could recognise me but my closest friends, and I chose to stay as far away from them as I could these days.
They were my weakness, my Achilles heel, the only people I cared about in this world. If my thoughts were with them, if only for a second, I could loose track of my goal: vengeance. I had started my quest at my old home, far removed from my memory but still in my heart.
As soon as I walked in I was bombarded by visions of my screaming mother, the slumped body of my father, the cruel grin of their murderer, but this time their intensity did nothing did not make me pass out but fuelled my resolve to see the man to blame for their deaths die just as painfully. My lips curled up in a grin as I thought of the things I should do to him for killing everyone I had ever loved, killing my love, my childish innocence in thinking that everything was black and white; good and evil, love and hate.
I thought I had loved the love of a lover, but no, I was incapable of love. This he showed me and for that alone I could kill him without thought for anything. I was blissful in my ignorance and could have been happy in his arms. Now I am cold and alone knowing only the blind need for retribution.
I dodged quickly down one of the many alleyways leading from Diagon Alley in hope of information on my quarry. I had killed many others in my search but none had quenched the thirst I had for his blood. I moved into a small shop, its windows boarded up against the many who thought its wares undesirable for the general population. Many were finding it more difficult to find sources as the ministry closed down these darker shops, and hauled away their keepers, as fast as they could manage it. The keeper of this particular shop stood before me, his wand out stretched, pointing directly at my heart. My eyes met his with no fear.
“Your arm is shaking, old man, but it is of little matter. I am of no danger to you. I have come for information.” He shifted his head slightly, motioning for me to come through to the back, his wand still raised. I moved swiftly, not wishing my stay to last any longer than it had to. I moved and sat down beside a small table, making myself as comfortable as I could in the cramped surroundings.
“Who are you? Who told you about this place?” He asked quickly, his wand once again quivering in his pale hand.
“I am no one of note, as long as you don’t get on my bad side. I don’t think I need to tell you any more.” I threw a bag of coins on the table for him to inspect. “As you can see I can pay you well for whatever you provide me with.” He glanced down at the over-spilling gold from the small purse.
“I may know certain things for the right price. Ask away, sir.” He sat down his wand now by his side, but still prepared to strike should I move suddenly.
“I need to know about a man who I am told you might know, one Serverus Snape.” His head flashed up at me and looked me in the eyes once more.
“If you’re from ‘im you can tell ‘im I don’ know nofin’ and take your bloody gold back. I don’ need the likes of you in ‘ere.” His wand moved again pointing directly at me. I moved slowly and rolled up my sleeves.
“As you can see I have nothing to do with ‘them’, I am merely trying to track down an old friend. Is your answer still no?” I threw another bag of gold on the table to wet his appetite a bit more. He looked down at the table again and debated silently with himself. I was lucky that business was so bad at this point that a few dozen galleons could spark his interest so easily.
“Look I don’ know much, he used to come in ‘ere a lot to get some ingredients but I ‘ardly see ‘im anymore, what with all those idiots out there. I tried telling ‘um that I don’ sell nofin’ illegal but they don’ give a damn. He jus’ bought a few bits and pieces, good customer.”
“So he doesn’t come in anymore?” I asked my eyebrow rose slightly. I already knew the answer; he had been seen a few weeks back by a rival shop owner who had thought I was some kind of investigator for the ministry. He looked at me quietly trying to work out what I knew.
“Yeah… well he came in a while back, bought up a load of stuff lik’ it was goin’ out of fashion you know. Firs’ time I’d seen ‘im in ages.”
“What did he buy, to your recollection?” He thought for a second his mind turning over.
“Well… there was some usual stuff lik’ bicorn horn, bezoar, some Ragwart and belladonna, some other ‘erbs, I can’t remember it all now, but he did buy some unicorn horn, hair and blood, all legally got, mind you, of a bloke I’ve used for years. And some other blood, human mostly.” He was looking around shiftily, not knowing what I was looking for in his list.
“It’s alright I am not from the ministry, as I said just interested in an old friend. Now last question and you will never see me again, do you have any idea where he might be, anything he mentioned.”
“I know he ain’t local, probably somewhere in the woods coz he didn’t buy some of the stuff he usually does. He looked really bad; you know, sick and stuff. Nearly collapsed while he was in ‘ere. My guess would be that he is holed up somewhere up north, maybe midlands but he didn’t let anfin’ slip ‘bout where he was.” I got up slowly throwing another bag onto the table next to its companions.
“Thank you, you have been of great help to me.” He showed me out to the front of the shop. “May I offer you some friendly advice? Close up soon, one of your competitors is trying to sell you out and after not succeeding with me he will go elsewhere.” With that I left the small boarded up shop without a backwards glance.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, Don’t ask, Don’t Tell, but I think this is where she should go with the mess she has left us in. Mind you she might not have quite as much fun with the characters as I do.
Warnings: To Be Confirmed
Pairings: HarryxSeverus
I moved quickly through the crowds of people, moving quickly in their groups. Families, friends, anyone they knew they could trust not to kill them. Shops were closed on either side of me, windows boarded up against the onslaught of fear. I moved through them anonymously, my face changed so much in just a few months that no one could recognise me but my closest friends, and I chose to stay as far away from them as I could these days.
They were my weakness, my Achilles heel, the only people I cared about in this world. If my thoughts were with them, if only for a second, I could loose track of my goal: vengeance. I had started my quest at my old home, far removed from my memory but still in my heart.
As soon as I walked in I was bombarded by visions of my screaming mother, the slumped body of my father, the cruel grin of their murderer, but this time their intensity did nothing did not make me pass out but fuelled my resolve to see the man to blame for their deaths die just as painfully. My lips curled up in a grin as I thought of the things I should do to him for killing everyone I had ever loved, killing my love, my childish innocence in thinking that everything was black and white; good and evil, love and hate.
I thought I had loved the love of a lover, but no, I was incapable of love. This he showed me and for that alone I could kill him without thought for anything. I was blissful in my ignorance and could have been happy in his arms. Now I am cold and alone knowing only the blind need for retribution.
I dodged quickly down one of the many alleyways leading from Diagon Alley in hope of information on my quarry. I had killed many others in my search but none had quenched the thirst I had for his blood. I moved into a small shop, its windows boarded up against the many who thought its wares undesirable for the general population. Many were finding it more difficult to find sources as the ministry closed down these darker shops, and hauled away their keepers, as fast as they could manage it. The keeper of this particular shop stood before me, his wand out stretched, pointing directly at my heart. My eyes met his with no fear.
“Your arm is shaking, old man, but it is of little matter. I am of no danger to you. I have come for information.” He shifted his head slightly, motioning for me to come through to the back, his wand still raised. I moved swiftly, not wishing my stay to last any longer than it had to. I moved and sat down beside a small table, making myself as comfortable as I could in the cramped surroundings.
“Who are you? Who told you about this place?” He asked quickly, his wand once again quivering in his pale hand.
“I am no one of note, as long as you don’t get on my bad side. I don’t think I need to tell you any more.” I threw a bag of coins on the table for him to inspect. “As you can see I can pay you well for whatever you provide me with.” He glanced down at the over-spilling gold from the small purse.
“I may know certain things for the right price. Ask away, sir.” He sat down his wand now by his side, but still prepared to strike should I move suddenly.
“I need to know about a man who I am told you might know, one Serverus Snape.” His head flashed up at me and looked me in the eyes once more.
“If you’re from ‘im you can tell ‘im I don’ know nofin’ and take your bloody gold back. I don’ need the likes of you in ‘ere.” His wand moved again pointing directly at me. I moved slowly and rolled up my sleeves.
“As you can see I have nothing to do with ‘them’, I am merely trying to track down an old friend. Is your answer still no?” I threw another bag of gold on the table to wet his appetite a bit more. He looked down at the table again and debated silently with himself. I was lucky that business was so bad at this point that a few dozen galleons could spark his interest so easily.
“Look I don’ know much, he used to come in ‘ere a lot to get some ingredients but I ‘ardly see ‘im anymore, what with all those idiots out there. I tried telling ‘um that I don’ sell nofin’ illegal but they don’ give a damn. He jus’ bought a few bits and pieces, good customer.”
“So he doesn’t come in anymore?” I asked my eyebrow rose slightly. I already knew the answer; he had been seen a few weeks back by a rival shop owner who had thought I was some kind of investigator for the ministry. He looked at me quietly trying to work out what I knew.
“Yeah… well he came in a while back, bought up a load of stuff lik’ it was goin’ out of fashion you know. Firs’ time I’d seen ‘im in ages.”
“What did he buy, to your recollection?” He thought for a second his mind turning over.
“Well… there was some usual stuff lik’ bicorn horn, bezoar, some Ragwart and belladonna, some other ‘erbs, I can’t remember it all now, but he did buy some unicorn horn, hair and blood, all legally got, mind you, of a bloke I’ve used for years. And some other blood, human mostly.” He was looking around shiftily, not knowing what I was looking for in his list.
“It’s alright I am not from the ministry, as I said just interested in an old friend. Now last question and you will never see me again, do you have any idea where he might be, anything he mentioned.”
“I know he ain’t local, probably somewhere in the woods coz he didn’t buy some of the stuff he usually does. He looked really bad; you know, sick and stuff. Nearly collapsed while he was in ‘ere. My guess would be that he is holed up somewhere up north, maybe midlands but he didn’t let anfin’ slip ‘bout where he was.” I got up slowly throwing another bag onto the table next to its companions.
“Thank you, you have been of great help to me.” He showed me out to the front of the shop. “May I offer you some friendly advice? Close up soon, one of your competitors is trying to sell you out and after not succeeding with me he will go elsewhere.” With that I left the small boarded up shop without a backwards glance.