Scarlet Pain
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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24
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30,347
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Chapter Eleven
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Scarlet Pain
Chapter Eleven
Snape awoke the next morning feeling worse than when he had fallen asleep. A fierce headache pounded at his temples and pain reliever potion he downed barely took the edge off. He brooded while taking a quick shower that did little to relax him. How dare they accuse him abusing Harry – since when had the boy become Harry anyways? In the back of his mind he knew that wasn’t what they had meant, but his pride had been struck, and he didn’t feel like being reasonable. Damn Potters! All they did was get in trouble then blame him. Unfortunately, Potions with the Gryffindors and Slytherins was first thing this morning.
Harry started awake. A quick glance at his watch and he knew today was going to be bad. He had five minutes to get to his first class. Potions.
“Shit,” he muttered and scrambled to get ready.
Snape glared as a ruffled and out of breath Harry Potter ran in to his classroom ten minutes late.
“So you finally decided to join us Potter?” He spit out the boy’s name like a bad taste. “What possible excuse do you have for wasting my time?” Harry kept himself from cringing at the Potions Master’s overly harsh tones. He looked up in confusion, why was Snape acting like this? Normally he made one scathing remark then either sent them to their seat with a detention or sent them out of the room with a detention and made sure to put the potion for the day on the test.
Severus glared at the young man in front of him. A voice inside him was scolding him to leave the boy alone, that he was destroying all the work he’d put into trying to get the boy to talk to him. Then he saw that slight, almost unnoticeable flicker of hope behind the boy’s eyes, and it made the Potions Master harden. He didn’t want the boy to place hopes in him. “Well? Does our resident celebrity have something to say, or do you expect or fame to make up for your insolence?”
“I – I,” Harry stammered. What was he supposed to say? “I overslept sir,” he finally whispered.
“Repeat that? I didn’t hear over your stammering.” Now even the class was somewhat confused. Many of the Slytherins, though startled by this change of events, were grinning to themselves, while the Gryffindors glared hatefully at the Potions Master. Draco had a cold expression, Hermione was grinding her teeth, and Ron fist were clenched till the knuckles were white.
“I overslept sir,” Harry said a bit louder.
“Indeed. And you think that scar entitles you to take privileges in my class?” Snape spit out. Harry shook his head, his eyes widening. The professor just raised an eyebrow and sneered. “Answer me Potter! Or are you too good for that as well?” Harry shivered, and tried to get his voice to work. Severus watched as one by one, all the doors behind the young man’s eyes shuttered closed, leaving an expressionless mask. But before Harry, could respond Draco cut in.
“Professor, if I may? As much fun as it is to hear Potter act like an arrogant celebrity and regale us with a no doubt trumped up story of adventure, would it be possible to continue with something more interesting. Like your lesson?” The blonde put as much disdain as he could behind his words, but Harry threw him a grateful look anyways. Hermione looked at the blonde with a calculating look. Ron just looked disgusted.
Snape knew that Draco was giving him the Malfoy patented ice-cold look that let you know when you were in serious trouble. He glanced back at Harry and the sudden realization of what he’d just been doing finally sunk in.
“Twenty points from Gryffindor and another week of detention Potter. Take your seat.”
Harry remained silent for the rest of class, doing his work without a word or glance at anyone. His friends noticed that his movements were actually smoother than they had been all term; he didn’t jump at sudden noises and his hands didn’t shake when he though the professor was watching him. For the most part, Snape left him alone as well, though he was extra harsh on the Gryffindors. Five minutes before the bell, Severus dismissed the bell and sank into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Hermione shooed Ron on with a pointed look, and took extra long putting her stuff away. Harry didn’t even notice and left in his usual rush without a backward glance. When everyone had left, she went and stood before the Potions Master’s desk.
“Professor?”
“What is it Ms. Granger?” Snape looked up at her and saw the coldest look he had ever seen from the bushy haired Gryffindor.
“I’m going to assume you remember last night’s conversation. In light of that,” she was trying really hard to keep a reign on her anger, though it took all her hard earned self-control. “I am disappointed and disgusted, Professor,” she spit out the honorific. “I respected you as a teacher, and expected that you would at least show a little bit of understanding. Whatever I thought of you before, you acted no better than a bully this morning – ”
“That’s enough Ms. Granger! Ten points for disrespecting a teacher. Now get out.” Hermione clenched her fists and turned to leave. As she reached the door, she paused as if about to say something, then changed her mind and left. She didn’t want to completely give up on the professor, not yet; she just wanted to give him a shock and hope that didn’t make things worse for her friend.
To everyone else it was as if Harry was in a daze the rest of the day. He was actually deep in thought, trying to understand this most recent drama. What had happened last night that Severus changed from being, well, nice…ish, to being worse than he’d been in over a year?
I though he said I could trust him. What did I do to make him hate me again? Harry froze, unsure of where those unexpected thoughts had come from. He didn’t want to admit to himself that a small part of him had hoped that Snape would help him; that his once hated professor would actually be someone he could trust and turn to.
Harry was surprised to find himself back up in the Tower. He knew it was getting late, that he was missing yet another meal today, but he needed to clear his head. I started to hope, he finally realized, and suddenly felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. That was why the Potions Master’s behavior had hurt so much. That was why he was up hear now, wondering why he’d been so eager to trust a man who had shown nothing but contempt for him since he was eleven. That was why he needed to give up hope, and become stronger.
“Never again,” he whispered with a strange sense of déjà vu. There would be no more tears, no more cringing at shadows, no more subconscious cries for help. He would keep his own counsel, save himself, and defeat Voldemort. Maybe then he would die and be able to finally rest in peace.
“You know Draco,” Harry said over his shoulder to the blonde who had been lurking in the entranceway. “You should be more careful. If I didn’t know any better I would think that you actually looking for me up here.”
TBC
Snape awoke the next morning feeling worse than when he had fallen asleep. A fierce headache pounded at his temples and pain reliever potion he downed barely took the edge off. He brooded while taking a quick shower that did little to relax him. How dare they accuse him abusing Harry – since when had the boy become Harry anyways? In the back of his mind he knew that wasn’t what they had meant, but his pride had been struck, and he didn’t feel like being reasonable. Damn Potters! All they did was get in trouble then blame him. Unfortunately, Potions with the Gryffindors and Slytherins was first thing this morning.
Harry started awake. A quick glance at his watch and he knew today was going to be bad. He had five minutes to get to his first class. Potions.
“Shit,” he muttered and scrambled to get ready.
Snape glared as a ruffled and out of breath Harry Potter ran in to his classroom ten minutes late.
“So you finally decided to join us Potter?” He spit out the boy’s name like a bad taste. “What possible excuse do you have for wasting my time?” Harry kept himself from cringing at the Potions Master’s overly harsh tones. He looked up in confusion, why was Snape acting like this? Normally he made one scathing remark then either sent them to their seat with a detention or sent them out of the room with a detention and made sure to put the potion for the day on the test.
Severus glared at the young man in front of him. A voice inside him was scolding him to leave the boy alone, that he was destroying all the work he’d put into trying to get the boy to talk to him. Then he saw that slight, almost unnoticeable flicker of hope behind the boy’s eyes, and it made the Potions Master harden. He didn’t want the boy to place hopes in him. “Well? Does our resident celebrity have something to say, or do you expect or fame to make up for your insolence?”
“I – I,” Harry stammered. What was he supposed to say? “I overslept sir,” he finally whispered.
“Repeat that? I didn’t hear over your stammering.” Now even the class was somewhat confused. Many of the Slytherins, though startled by this change of events, were grinning to themselves, while the Gryffindors glared hatefully at the Potions Master. Draco had a cold expression, Hermione was grinding her teeth, and Ron fist were clenched till the knuckles were white.
“I overslept sir,” Harry said a bit louder.
“Indeed. And you think that scar entitles you to take privileges in my class?” Snape spit out. Harry shook his head, his eyes widening. The professor just raised an eyebrow and sneered. “Answer me Potter! Or are you too good for that as well?” Harry shivered, and tried to get his voice to work. Severus watched as one by one, all the doors behind the young man’s eyes shuttered closed, leaving an expressionless mask. But before Harry, could respond Draco cut in.
“Professor, if I may? As much fun as it is to hear Potter act like an arrogant celebrity and regale us with a no doubt trumped up story of adventure, would it be possible to continue with something more interesting. Like your lesson?” The blonde put as much disdain as he could behind his words, but Harry threw him a grateful look anyways. Hermione looked at the blonde with a calculating look. Ron just looked disgusted.
Snape knew that Draco was giving him the Malfoy patented ice-cold look that let you know when you were in serious trouble. He glanced back at Harry and the sudden realization of what he’d just been doing finally sunk in.
“Twenty points from Gryffindor and another week of detention Potter. Take your seat.”
Harry remained silent for the rest of class, doing his work without a word or glance at anyone. His friends noticed that his movements were actually smoother than they had been all term; he didn’t jump at sudden noises and his hands didn’t shake when he though the professor was watching him. For the most part, Snape left him alone as well, though he was extra harsh on the Gryffindors. Five minutes before the bell, Severus dismissed the bell and sank into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Hermione shooed Ron on with a pointed look, and took extra long putting her stuff away. Harry didn’t even notice and left in his usual rush without a backward glance. When everyone had left, she went and stood before the Potions Master’s desk.
“Professor?”
“What is it Ms. Granger?” Snape looked up at her and saw the coldest look he had ever seen from the bushy haired Gryffindor.
“I’m going to assume you remember last night’s conversation. In light of that,” she was trying really hard to keep a reign on her anger, though it took all her hard earned self-control. “I am disappointed and disgusted, Professor,” she spit out the honorific. “I respected you as a teacher, and expected that you would at least show a little bit of understanding. Whatever I thought of you before, you acted no better than a bully this morning – ”
“That’s enough Ms. Granger! Ten points for disrespecting a teacher. Now get out.” Hermione clenched her fists and turned to leave. As she reached the door, she paused as if about to say something, then changed her mind and left. She didn’t want to completely give up on the professor, not yet; she just wanted to give him a shock and hope that didn’t make things worse for her friend.
To everyone else it was as if Harry was in a daze the rest of the day. He was actually deep in thought, trying to understand this most recent drama. What had happened last night that Severus changed from being, well, nice…ish, to being worse than he’d been in over a year?
I though he said I could trust him. What did I do to make him hate me again? Harry froze, unsure of where those unexpected thoughts had come from. He didn’t want to admit to himself that a small part of him had hoped that Snape would help him; that his once hated professor would actually be someone he could trust and turn to.
Harry was surprised to find himself back up in the Tower. He knew it was getting late, that he was missing yet another meal today, but he needed to clear his head. I started to hope, he finally realized, and suddenly felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. That was why the Potions Master’s behavior had hurt so much. That was why he was up hear now, wondering why he’d been so eager to trust a man who had shown nothing but contempt for him since he was eleven. That was why he needed to give up hope, and become stronger.
“Never again,” he whispered with a strange sense of déjà vu. There would be no more tears, no more cringing at shadows, no more subconscious cries for help. He would keep his own counsel, save himself, and defeat Voldemort. Maybe then he would die and be able to finally rest in peace.
“You know Draco,” Harry said over his shoulder to the blonde who had been lurking in the entranceway. “You should be more careful. If I didn’t know any better I would think that you actually looking for me up here.”
TBC