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The End of Pretence
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
10,441
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
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
First off, I know this is an oft used plot. I just wanted to try writing it, cause it’s one of my favorites.
This is my first fic, though I’ve been reading them for years. Any sort of comment is welcome. I’m not going to beg for comments though, cause, like I said this is mainly for me.
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Prologue
Harry Potter was furious. Scratch that, he was more than furious. That was what the old man had been hiding from him? And he decides to tell me now? After Sirius died? Some stupid prophecy about him being the fated opponent of the nuisance!? Like he couldn’t guess that he would have to take care of that problem, for Merlin’s sake the common wizard couldn’t even say Voldemort, much less go head to head with him. So Dumbly knew this prophecy all the while, but he decides he ‘loves’ me too much to tell me earlier. No, he just lets me face the fucktard, who makes grown wizards shit their pants, four out of the last five years in circumstances he could have easily prevented. Harry had always suspected the coot, but had always given him the benefit of the doubt. When he lost control for a second in that office (because really, how much can a boy take) and showed the damn bastard a hint of his true power, he didn’t lose his observation skills. He had had to scramble and make it look like it was a fluke and all that power came because he was upset and that he couldn’t control it. When in reality it took considerable control to yank that first shot away from the old man, the others were just cover up. What he hadn’t missed was that gleam of satisfaction in the old man’s eye before he managed to hide it. Years of reading his “Uncle” for minute clues that meant extreme changes of mood had taught him well. Well, looks like it’s time to stop the charade. Turning to leave the empty class room he had slipped into to get control over his masks again, he notices the smell of a certain potions master emanating from a darkened corner.
Smirking, he turned towards the corner, “You can come out now Snape, I know you’re here.”
Intrigued, Snape slipped from the handy shadow he had been watching the boy from. He had already decided that today wasn’t the best to enjoy his favored pastime of baiting the boy. The mutt having just passed and all. He wasn't a sadist, well at least in that respect anyways. How did the Brat know he was there though?
“You want to know how I knew you were there, right?”
Snape inclined his head.
“I know many things,” Harry gestured towards the walls, “but now is not the time to discuss these matters. Good day.”
Interesting, the brat actually had a brain. He realizes the walls have ears in this castle. If he was a Slytherin, those few words would have also said that he’s lost trust in Dumbledore, an alliance was in the future and that contact would be made when it was more prudent. Coming up short, Snape realized why he read the situation as if it was one of his Slytherins and not Potter. During his entire observation and subsequent conversation with the boy, not once did he see one small hint of the feckless Golden Boy he was accustomed to. Interesting indeed.
Seeing Snape get the message, Harry snuck back out or the corridor and prepared to don the Perfect Gryffindor persona. Just for these last few days. Then he was done pretending.
~Alto~
This is my first fic, though I’ve been reading them for years. Any sort of comment is welcome. I’m not going to beg for comments though, cause, like I said this is mainly for me.
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Prologue
Harry Potter was furious. Scratch that, he was more than furious. That was what the old man had been hiding from him? And he decides to tell me now? After Sirius died? Some stupid prophecy about him being the fated opponent of the nuisance!? Like he couldn’t guess that he would have to take care of that problem, for Merlin’s sake the common wizard couldn’t even say Voldemort, much less go head to head with him. So Dumbly knew this prophecy all the while, but he decides he ‘loves’ me too much to tell me earlier. No, he just lets me face the fucktard, who makes grown wizards shit their pants, four out of the last five years in circumstances he could have easily prevented. Harry had always suspected the coot, but had always given him the benefit of the doubt. When he lost control for a second in that office (because really, how much can a boy take) and showed the damn bastard a hint of his true power, he didn’t lose his observation skills. He had had to scramble and make it look like it was a fluke and all that power came because he was upset and that he couldn’t control it. When in reality it took considerable control to yank that first shot away from the old man, the others were just cover up. What he hadn’t missed was that gleam of satisfaction in the old man’s eye before he managed to hide it. Years of reading his “Uncle” for minute clues that meant extreme changes of mood had taught him well. Well, looks like it’s time to stop the charade. Turning to leave the empty class room he had slipped into to get control over his masks again, he notices the smell of a certain potions master emanating from a darkened corner.
Smirking, he turned towards the corner, “You can come out now Snape, I know you’re here.”
Intrigued, Snape slipped from the handy shadow he had been watching the boy from. He had already decided that today wasn’t the best to enjoy his favored pastime of baiting the boy. The mutt having just passed and all. He wasn't a sadist, well at least in that respect anyways. How did the Brat know he was there though?
“You want to know how I knew you were there, right?”
Snape inclined his head.
“I know many things,” Harry gestured towards the walls, “but now is not the time to discuss these matters. Good day.”
Interesting, the brat actually had a brain. He realizes the walls have ears in this castle. If he was a Slytherin, those few words would have also said that he’s lost trust in Dumbledore, an alliance was in the future and that contact would be made when it was more prudent. Coming up short, Snape realized why he read the situation as if it was one of his Slytherins and not Potter. During his entire observation and subsequent conversation with the boy, not once did he see one small hint of the feckless Golden Boy he was accustomed to. Interesting indeed.
Seeing Snape get the message, Harry snuck back out or the corridor and prepared to don the Perfect Gryffindor persona. Just for these last few days. Then he was done pretending.
~Alto~