A Battered Snape For Breakfast
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,795
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
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Hey this is my_soul_will_be_freed! Please be nice tis IS my first fic ever, so be patient.
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"AHHH!!!!" Silence. "AHRG!!" Pain. All that Harry was cpable of comprehending; Pain. And alot of it. All he could think was 'why me?' It was excruciating. "What time is it, I wonder?" Harry looked to his right to his bedside table. Midnight. "Ha!I'm 17 now.Ican do magAHHHHH!"
Harry felt as if he were being ripped in two. His eyes were burning, he couldn't breath... he didn't have to. He passed out.
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"BOY! JUST BECAUSE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU WILL BE TREATED LIKE A PRINCE! NOW, I WANT BREAKFAST MADE AND ON THE TABLE IN A HALF HOUR! DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR?" "Yes Uncle Vernon, crystal."Harry slowly made way out of bed to pu on his clothes, only to find that Dudley's cast-offs barely reached his calfs. "Oh. My. God." Harry reached for his glasses, put them on, and promptly took them off; he could see without them. "Bloody Hell!" he rushed to the chipped mirror, and nearly fainted again.
His hair was just grazing his hips, and it wasn't unruly as it normally was, but instead it fell in perfect waves down his back. His eyes seemed to have gained yet another demention,and to add to everything else, not only had he grown about a foot, he had filled out. He didn't look like the mal-nurished, over-taxed,child; he now had skin as pale as moonlight, his body was muscled as if he were a highly trained soldier, not a 17-year-old, boy. "wow."
"BOY!" "Coming Uncle." Harry sighed. This was going to be a VERY long day.
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"AHHH!!!!" Silence. "AHRG!!" Pain. All that Harry was cpable of comprehending; Pain. And alot of it. All he could think was 'why me?' It was excruciating. "What time is it, I wonder?" Harry looked to his right to his bedside table. Midnight. "Ha!I'm 17 now.Ican do magAHHHHH!"
Harry felt as if he were being ripped in two. His eyes were burning, he couldn't breath... he didn't have to. He passed out.
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"BOY! JUST BECAUSE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU WILL BE TREATED LIKE A PRINCE! NOW, I WANT BREAKFAST MADE AND ON THE TABLE IN A HALF HOUR! DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR?" "Yes Uncle Vernon, crystal."Harry slowly made way out of bed to pu on his clothes, only to find that Dudley's cast-offs barely reached his calfs. "Oh. My. God." Harry reached for his glasses, put them on, and promptly took them off; he could see without them. "Bloody Hell!" he rushed to the chipped mirror, and nearly fainted again.
His hair was just grazing his hips, and it wasn't unruly as it normally was, but instead it fell in perfect waves down his back. His eyes seemed to have gained yet another demention,and to add to everything else, not only had he grown about a foot, he had filled out. He didn't look like the mal-nurished, over-taxed,child; he now had skin as pale as moonlight, his body was muscled as if he were a highly trained soldier, not a 17-year-old, boy. "wow."
"BOY!" "Coming Uncle." Harry sighed. This was going to be a VERY long day.