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What Dreams May Come
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,262
Reviews:
8
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.
What Dreams May Come
J. K. Rowling owns the Potterverse. I am only borrowing her characters for my own amusement.
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Chapter 1 Receiving Pain
Harry moaned as the memories played out in his mind. Severus taunting him, Severus mocking him, Severus belittling him. The images played out over and over as the young man gasped at the emotional pain. Each memory cut into his soul, into his heart, as the man he loved berated him for his foolish Gryffindor nobility, berated him for his mere existence.
He couldn’t understand why his Severus could be so cruel, so cold to him. Hadn’t they moved past all the animosity? Hadn’t they at least become friends? In Harry’s heart he wanted so much more from the stern potions master, but now it seemed as if his hopes and dreams were all for naught.
Over and over again the potions master sneered at the idiotic boy who dared to think himself worthy of the attentions of the older man. Over and over again Severus Snape recounted in nauseating detail all of Harry’s numerous shortcomings and failings. “You are just like your father, Potter. Just as arrogant, just as ignorant as your ‘esteemed’ sire. Just as conceited, just as self-righteous as that bigoted, belatedly, late father of yours, Potter,” the potions master sneered at the foolish young man.
Harry retreated into himself as he listened to the venom-laced words issuing from his beloved’s mouth. How could he have ever believed that he had a chance with the acerbic and intimidating professor? How could he have ever thought that the man could ever see him for ‘just Harry?’ How could he have ever believed that the sour man could come to see him as an equal? As someone worthy of being loved and cherished? Crying out his anguish and dismay at the turn of events, the young Gryffindor hung his head in unrelieved and unbridled pain.
Unable to accept that all of his hopes and dreams had been utterly destroyed, the young man violently shook his head in denial. Why was his Severus doing this to him? Why was he being so cruel, so heartless, so vindictive? What had Harry done to deserve this? As soon as that thought crossed his mind another voice entered the fray. ‘You deserve this because you are a worthless freak of nature. You are unnatural and your kind deserves nothing good.’ Every horrible thing that the Dursleys had ever said to the young wizard came back to him in startling clarity. Every terrible missive sent his way wound itself back into his conscious mind. Every derisive comment flung his way found itself imbedding itself in his psyche.
Throwing his hands up to his head in agony, Harry tried to block out the cacophony accusing him of all sorts of misdeeds. He knew that it was all true; that he was guilty of all the transgressions that his detractors had claimed. Harry cried out in his pain and wished that he could go back to a time when his Severus still believed in him, when his Sev still loved him, still wanted to be with him, was still proud of him.
The pain only grew in intensity the longer the young man lay there in misery. Not knowing how to process the information, Harry could only keen and moan in bitter anguish. Nothing else seemed possible as the horrible weight of all the words sank into his mind. He truly was worthless and a hopeless waste of space, time and resources. No one wanted him, no one ever could. If Severus could see this, then it must surely be true. Severus would never lie to him. If there was one thing that Harry had been able to count on in his life, it was that the acerbic and stern potions master was unfailingly honest. Even if the words coming from the sarcastic and irascible man’s mouth weren’t pretty or treasured, they were to be trusted. Severus Snape never said anything that wasn’t worth saying. And now he was clearly saying that Harry was a fool to think that he could ever have hoped to be loved, to be cherished.
His heart pounding, Harry sank even deeper into despair. No one could love such a freak like him. No one could ever want him. His breaths came in gasps as the pain wracked his body. Vital signs surged out of control as the beleaguered young man struggled to accept all of the pain coursing through his mind, body and soul.
Slowly, inevitably, Harry began to succumb to the misery surrounding his heart and mind. His breathing slowed dangerously and his heart rate began to skip as he sank into the mire assailing his mind. If Severus could not want him, love him, then perhaps it would just be better if he died. Opening his mind to the abyss, Harry welcomed the death speeding his way.
TBC
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Chapter 1 Receiving Pain
Harry moaned as the memories played out in his mind. Severus taunting him, Severus mocking him, Severus belittling him. The images played out over and over as the young man gasped at the emotional pain. Each memory cut into his soul, into his heart, as the man he loved berated him for his foolish Gryffindor nobility, berated him for his mere existence.
He couldn’t understand why his Severus could be so cruel, so cold to him. Hadn’t they moved past all the animosity? Hadn’t they at least become friends? In Harry’s heart he wanted so much more from the stern potions master, but now it seemed as if his hopes and dreams were all for naught.
Over and over again the potions master sneered at the idiotic boy who dared to think himself worthy of the attentions of the older man. Over and over again Severus Snape recounted in nauseating detail all of Harry’s numerous shortcomings and failings. “You are just like your father, Potter. Just as arrogant, just as ignorant as your ‘esteemed’ sire. Just as conceited, just as self-righteous as that bigoted, belatedly, late father of yours, Potter,” the potions master sneered at the foolish young man.
Harry retreated into himself as he listened to the venom-laced words issuing from his beloved’s mouth. How could he have ever believed that he had a chance with the acerbic and intimidating professor? How could he have ever thought that the man could ever see him for ‘just Harry?’ How could he have ever believed that the sour man could come to see him as an equal? As someone worthy of being loved and cherished? Crying out his anguish and dismay at the turn of events, the young Gryffindor hung his head in unrelieved and unbridled pain.
Unable to accept that all of his hopes and dreams had been utterly destroyed, the young man violently shook his head in denial. Why was his Severus doing this to him? Why was he being so cruel, so heartless, so vindictive? What had Harry done to deserve this? As soon as that thought crossed his mind another voice entered the fray. ‘You deserve this because you are a worthless freak of nature. You are unnatural and your kind deserves nothing good.’ Every horrible thing that the Dursleys had ever said to the young wizard came back to him in startling clarity. Every terrible missive sent his way wound itself back into his conscious mind. Every derisive comment flung his way found itself imbedding itself in his psyche.
Throwing his hands up to his head in agony, Harry tried to block out the cacophony accusing him of all sorts of misdeeds. He knew that it was all true; that he was guilty of all the transgressions that his detractors had claimed. Harry cried out in his pain and wished that he could go back to a time when his Severus still believed in him, when his Sev still loved him, still wanted to be with him, was still proud of him.
The pain only grew in intensity the longer the young man lay there in misery. Not knowing how to process the information, Harry could only keen and moan in bitter anguish. Nothing else seemed possible as the horrible weight of all the words sank into his mind. He truly was worthless and a hopeless waste of space, time and resources. No one wanted him, no one ever could. If Severus could see this, then it must surely be true. Severus would never lie to him. If there was one thing that Harry had been able to count on in his life, it was that the acerbic and stern potions master was unfailingly honest. Even if the words coming from the sarcastic and irascible man’s mouth weren’t pretty or treasured, they were to be trusted. Severus Snape never said anything that wasn’t worth saying. And now he was clearly saying that Harry was a fool to think that he could ever have hoped to be loved, to be cherished.
His heart pounding, Harry sank even deeper into despair. No one could love such a freak like him. No one could ever want him. His breaths came in gasps as the pain wracked his body. Vital signs surged out of control as the beleaguered young man struggled to accept all of the pain coursing through his mind, body and soul.
Slowly, inevitably, Harry began to succumb to the misery surrounding his heart and mind. His breathing slowed dangerously and his heart rate began to skip as he sank into the mire assailing his mind. If Severus could not want him, love him, then perhaps it would just be better if he died. Opening his mind to the abyss, Harry welcomed the death speeding his way.
TBC