The Fae Within
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,153
Reviews:
26
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
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I’m just borrowing for my own twisted entertainment. The characters portrayed belong solely to the entities that created them... not me. :(
Note: this story is set post-HBP, and may contain spoilers. You have been warned. Please bear with me for any inaccuracies that may result from my references to HBP; I do not have a copy in my possession at this time. This story will earn it's NC-17 rating once the general story is set-up. Feedback is good; in encourages further chapter development. However, if you feel this story sucks, please let me know so that I may sacrifice it to my woodstove. ;)
PS- this is a cross-over fic, because I am just that obsessed with some of the characters within.
Truly.
Prologue
“So, you’re telling me that finally, after all these years, decades, if you will, you are finally accepting your heritage?” The blonde aristocrat stated, rather than asked, cocking an eyebrow at his dark companion. Night descended rapidly, and the cold wind swirled maliciously through their cloaks, the penetrating chill daring them to shiver.
“Yes.” The reply was strained, forced through tightly clenched teeth. “But only because I feel I no longer have any option but to accept what I have no control over.”
“Good enough then,” the blonde smirked, “It’s good to finally call you brother, Severus.”
The dark look Severus Snape shot his brother rivaled the Killing Curse in intensity.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
It had seemed like a good idea at time, Hermione had thought.
Harry had been quite distraught upon witnessing Albus Dumbledore’s death. His grief and anger rendered his magic unpredictable, and his two closest friends feared for both his and their own safety. It had been with some hesitation that Hermione had suggested placing his memories in Dumbledore’s pensive, so that she and Ron could witness exactly what had occurred that fateful night.
Ron viewed first. Upon lifting his face from the pensive, his response was, “That greasy, traitorous son of a basilisk…” Ron’s face had brightened to match his hair as he continued to curse and swear.
Hermione then plunged her own face into the pensive, and allowed the swirling silver liquid to carry her into the past. Her chest tightened as she helplessly watched Draco hold Dumbledore hostage, amid the jeers to finish him off. She watched as his wand shook, heard Dumbledore’s weak plea as Snape appeared before her.
“Severus… please…”
And she grew cold as she witnessed Snape’s response.
“Avada Kedavra!”
The scene changed, and Hermione could feel Harry’s rage course through her as he ran after his headmaster’s murderer. Anger clouded his judgment as he flung one hex after another at his former professor.
“Until you learn to shut your mouth and open your mind, you will never succeed!” Snape had sneered at Harry, as he easily parried his curses.
“Sod off you murderous coward! Why don’t you stop and fight like a man! You had to kill him while he was wandless, while he was defenseless… you’re nothing but a pathetic coward!”
She watched in fascination as Snape’s face twisted in pain and rage at Harry’s accusations.
“Don’t call me a coward!”
The verbal accusations did far more damage than the easily avoided hexes. And that’s when Hermione Granger, top Witch of her class, head girl, and best friend to the Boy Who Lived realized the truth.
“Snape’s innocent,” she gasped.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“You’re off your rocker! Absolutely nutters!” Ron accused, after hearing Hermione’s theory.
Harry said nothing, having retreated within himself to an almost catatonic state.
“Not at all!” Hermione replied vehemently, “Snape is the only person I have ever met who always remained in control of his emotions. He is cold, and he is calculating to a fault. He could not possibly be any more Slytherin. Yet Harry was able to reduce him to a shaking mess with only a few words. The Potions Professor I knew would never have reacted that way. Something else was going on. I don’t think he had any choice… when he and Dumbledore were arguing, I think it was because Dumbledore made him swear an unbreakable oath… if it came down to killing Dumbledore to protect his identity as a spy, he would do whatever he had to do.”
Hermione’s warm brown eyes glittered with triumph as she finished stating her case, and plunked herself unceremoniously on the couch beside Harry, who was staring off into empty space.
“How can you say that, ‘Mione?” Ron screeched, threading his fingers through his unruly red hair, “How can you put your faith in a murdering traitor? You saw Snape kill Dumbledore; it doesn’t come any more cut and dry that that!” Ron began pacing back and forth fervently, as he struggled to understand the logic in Hermione’s argument.
“Dumbledore trusted him. And for that I think we should have a little faith.”
“His trust got him killed!”
Hermione’s fingers started to itch for her wand as her desire to cast a silencing charm on Ron grew. But her urge was quickly forgotten when Harry suddenly stood up, his green eyes glittering with a coldness neither she nor Ron had ever before seen.
“I’m going to find him, then I’m going to kill him.”
And with those words, Harry slumped to the floor in a dead faint.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Are you sure this will work? Or will my blind faith in you prove flawed when your incompetence gets us both killed?”
Severus Snape was not a trusting man by nature, but he had no other options left. He was now a hunted man, and the killer of the one person who was willing to put complete faith in him despite his horrendous past.
The only response he got was a slight smirk.
Severus growled, and added, “Have I told you lately how much I hate you and your infuriating manner?”
“Now, now, Severus. Save your rage for the one that deserves it. If you took a moment to claim the heritage our father granted you, you would see that the powers you possess far exceed that of your so-called Lord Viddlemor.”
“Voldemort.”
Severus narrowed his dark eyes and glared at his companion… his brother. To look at them, the two could not be any more different than night and day. Severus was the embodiment of darkness, with his long black hair and piercing eyes, and ever stern expression. Yet his brother had a startling head of unruly blonde hair, a smile that could be both charming and cruel, and a laugh that came quickly and easily. While Severus preferred to dress solely in black wizarding robes, his brother chose a wide variety of cuts and colours, dressing to suit whatever the occasion may be.
“The plan is simple, see…” the blonde chastised as he paced in circles around Severus. “My realm, your as of yet undiscovered powers… together, we’ll be undefeatable!” A quick swirl of the cerulean blue cloak he wore punctuated his statement nicely.
“Why not use your powers? Being the full-blood that you are, you should find this task to be almost… menial.” Severus continued to glare. “You know how much I dislike attention, and the fame and glory that will result from this… undertaking, quite frankly, is better suited to you, not I.”
“I will not sully my hands with your dirty work, Brother. Fae blood in common or not, this is still your war, not mine. Is it not enough that I came up with this plan? That I would allow you to trap your Lord Moldywart in my Labyrinth, so that Harry Potter can fulfill his destiny?”
“Of all the names you manage to muddle,” Severus snarled, dark eyes glittering with rage, “Why is it Harry Potter’s that passes through your lips correctly, Jareth?”
“Why, everyone has heard of Harry Potter, of course.” Jareth replied with a smirk.
Note: this story is set post-HBP, and may contain spoilers. You have been warned. Please bear with me for any inaccuracies that may result from my references to HBP; I do not have a copy in my possession at this time. This story will earn it's NC-17 rating once the general story is set-up. Feedback is good; in encourages further chapter development. However, if you feel this story sucks, please let me know so that I may sacrifice it to my woodstove. ;)
PS- this is a cross-over fic, because I am just that obsessed with some of the characters within.
Truly.
Prologue
“So, you’re telling me that finally, after all these years, decades, if you will, you are finally accepting your heritage?” The blonde aristocrat stated, rather than asked, cocking an eyebrow at his dark companion. Night descended rapidly, and the cold wind swirled maliciously through their cloaks, the penetrating chill daring them to shiver.
“Yes.” The reply was strained, forced through tightly clenched teeth. “But only because I feel I no longer have any option but to accept what I have no control over.”
“Good enough then,” the blonde smirked, “It’s good to finally call you brother, Severus.”
The dark look Severus Snape shot his brother rivaled the Killing Curse in intensity.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
It had seemed like a good idea at time, Hermione had thought.
Harry had been quite distraught upon witnessing Albus Dumbledore’s death. His grief and anger rendered his magic unpredictable, and his two closest friends feared for both his and their own safety. It had been with some hesitation that Hermione had suggested placing his memories in Dumbledore’s pensive, so that she and Ron could witness exactly what had occurred that fateful night.
Ron viewed first. Upon lifting his face from the pensive, his response was, “That greasy, traitorous son of a basilisk…” Ron’s face had brightened to match his hair as he continued to curse and swear.
Hermione then plunged her own face into the pensive, and allowed the swirling silver liquid to carry her into the past. Her chest tightened as she helplessly watched Draco hold Dumbledore hostage, amid the jeers to finish him off. She watched as his wand shook, heard Dumbledore’s weak plea as Snape appeared before her.
“Severus… please…”
And she grew cold as she witnessed Snape’s response.
“Avada Kedavra!”
The scene changed, and Hermione could feel Harry’s rage course through her as he ran after his headmaster’s murderer. Anger clouded his judgment as he flung one hex after another at his former professor.
“Until you learn to shut your mouth and open your mind, you will never succeed!” Snape had sneered at Harry, as he easily parried his curses.
“Sod off you murderous coward! Why don’t you stop and fight like a man! You had to kill him while he was wandless, while he was defenseless… you’re nothing but a pathetic coward!”
She watched in fascination as Snape’s face twisted in pain and rage at Harry’s accusations.
“Don’t call me a coward!”
The verbal accusations did far more damage than the easily avoided hexes. And that’s when Hermione Granger, top Witch of her class, head girl, and best friend to the Boy Who Lived realized the truth.
“Snape’s innocent,” she gasped.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“You’re off your rocker! Absolutely nutters!” Ron accused, after hearing Hermione’s theory.
Harry said nothing, having retreated within himself to an almost catatonic state.
“Not at all!” Hermione replied vehemently, “Snape is the only person I have ever met who always remained in control of his emotions. He is cold, and he is calculating to a fault. He could not possibly be any more Slytherin. Yet Harry was able to reduce him to a shaking mess with only a few words. The Potions Professor I knew would never have reacted that way. Something else was going on. I don’t think he had any choice… when he and Dumbledore were arguing, I think it was because Dumbledore made him swear an unbreakable oath… if it came down to killing Dumbledore to protect his identity as a spy, he would do whatever he had to do.”
Hermione’s warm brown eyes glittered with triumph as she finished stating her case, and plunked herself unceremoniously on the couch beside Harry, who was staring off into empty space.
“How can you say that, ‘Mione?” Ron screeched, threading his fingers through his unruly red hair, “How can you put your faith in a murdering traitor? You saw Snape kill Dumbledore; it doesn’t come any more cut and dry that that!” Ron began pacing back and forth fervently, as he struggled to understand the logic in Hermione’s argument.
“Dumbledore trusted him. And for that I think we should have a little faith.”
“His trust got him killed!”
Hermione’s fingers started to itch for her wand as her desire to cast a silencing charm on Ron grew. But her urge was quickly forgotten when Harry suddenly stood up, his green eyes glittering with a coldness neither she nor Ron had ever before seen.
“I’m going to find him, then I’m going to kill him.”
And with those words, Harry slumped to the floor in a dead faint.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Are you sure this will work? Or will my blind faith in you prove flawed when your incompetence gets us both killed?”
Severus Snape was not a trusting man by nature, but he had no other options left. He was now a hunted man, and the killer of the one person who was willing to put complete faith in him despite his horrendous past.
The only response he got was a slight smirk.
Severus growled, and added, “Have I told you lately how much I hate you and your infuriating manner?”
“Now, now, Severus. Save your rage for the one that deserves it. If you took a moment to claim the heritage our father granted you, you would see that the powers you possess far exceed that of your so-called Lord Viddlemor.”
“Voldemort.”
Severus narrowed his dark eyes and glared at his companion… his brother. To look at them, the two could not be any more different than night and day. Severus was the embodiment of darkness, with his long black hair and piercing eyes, and ever stern expression. Yet his brother had a startling head of unruly blonde hair, a smile that could be both charming and cruel, and a laugh that came quickly and easily. While Severus preferred to dress solely in black wizarding robes, his brother chose a wide variety of cuts and colours, dressing to suit whatever the occasion may be.
“The plan is simple, see…” the blonde chastised as he paced in circles around Severus. “My realm, your as of yet undiscovered powers… together, we’ll be undefeatable!” A quick swirl of the cerulean blue cloak he wore punctuated his statement nicely.
“Why not use your powers? Being the full-blood that you are, you should find this task to be almost… menial.” Severus continued to glare. “You know how much I dislike attention, and the fame and glory that will result from this… undertaking, quite frankly, is better suited to you, not I.”
“I will not sully my hands with your dirty work, Brother. Fae blood in common or not, this is still your war, not mine. Is it not enough that I came up with this plan? That I would allow you to trap your Lord Moldywart in my Labyrinth, so that Harry Potter can fulfill his destiny?”
“Of all the names you manage to muddle,” Severus snarled, dark eyes glittering with rage, “Why is it Harry Potter’s that passes through your lips correctly, Jareth?”
“Why, everyone has heard of Harry Potter, of course.” Jareth replied with a smirk.