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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
26,146
Reviews:
340
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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Angel: This is for you.
“Coward! Weakling! Disgusting traitor!” The whispers surrounded him like a cyclone of rage and disgust. Internally and externally. Everywhere he went now he was branded. The very physical scar left by the final battle made him an outcast everywhere.
Once he was a very good-looking man. He still looked very much like a young man. White-blond hair fell in a silky wave to his shoulders, a perfect face toned by years of perfect pureblood breeding. Icy silvery eyes carried the weight of coldness and indifference in a once beautiful visage now forever scarred from Fenrir’s sharp claw. One slice left him disfigured and forever noticeable. The mark was thin but curved from his left eyebrow down to his jaw line. His hair was the perfect length to conceal its ugliness but still it was seen upon occasion. Too often, for his liking.
He had seen the whole episode by the lake. Granger almost seemed human for a moment. The man watched the exchange between Granger and Snape with a cold smile of satisfaction. Granger was in love with Snape. He could tell right off by that dreamy look that millions of girls use to give him before the fall. Not that it made a difference. Granger was a pawn, like he was, once so long ago. He swilled the polyjuice potion and gagged from the taste. He couldn’t conceive of doing this long term but he was a true soldier. A man who had nothing to lose and everything to gain if the outcome was different. He could feel his body shifting to change back into Frank Longbottom. Seducing Lily Potter was rather easy. Even with Longbottoms dubious looks. Obviously Lily Evans was a soft touch.
He knew Voldemort was evil. He knew that if he let things fall to hell that Voldemort was not immortal. Harry Potter brought about Voldemort as much as he destroyed him. Knowing what he did now, he could change everything to his favor. If nothing else, he was still a Slytherin. Now, it was a small matter of watching this drama between Granger and Snape unfold. Tragic, but not his problem. What was his problem was how his world had fallen apart after Voldemort fell. Fire whiskey called to him, singing in his blood but he ignored the burning sensation. Duty called.
He had a responsibility to see this terrible thing thru to the end. He could feel it in his gut. He was supposed to be here. The Prince of Slytherin had returned after all. Draco Malfoy had come home at last and no Mudblood was going to change that.
*Ducks…. * I know some of you will hate me for this but I think it explains A LOT. Angel… see what I was talking about?
I KNOW this chapter was short but necessary for my plot.
Please read and review. =)
Angel: This is for you.
“Coward! Weakling! Disgusting traitor!” The whispers surrounded him like a cyclone of rage and disgust. Internally and externally. Everywhere he went now he was branded. The very physical scar left by the final battle made him an outcast everywhere.
Once he was a very good-looking man. He still looked very much like a young man. White-blond hair fell in a silky wave to his shoulders, a perfect face toned by years of perfect pureblood breeding. Icy silvery eyes carried the weight of coldness and indifference in a once beautiful visage now forever scarred from Fenrir’s sharp claw. One slice left him disfigured and forever noticeable. The mark was thin but curved from his left eyebrow down to his jaw line. His hair was the perfect length to conceal its ugliness but still it was seen upon occasion. Too often, for his liking.
He had seen the whole episode by the lake. Granger almost seemed human for a moment. The man watched the exchange between Granger and Snape with a cold smile of satisfaction. Granger was in love with Snape. He could tell right off by that dreamy look that millions of girls use to give him before the fall. Not that it made a difference. Granger was a pawn, like he was, once so long ago. He swilled the polyjuice potion and gagged from the taste. He couldn’t conceive of doing this long term but he was a true soldier. A man who had nothing to lose and everything to gain if the outcome was different. He could feel his body shifting to change back into Frank Longbottom. Seducing Lily Potter was rather easy. Even with Longbottoms dubious looks. Obviously Lily Evans was a soft touch.
He knew Voldemort was evil. He knew that if he let things fall to hell that Voldemort was not immortal. Harry Potter brought about Voldemort as much as he destroyed him. Knowing what he did now, he could change everything to his favor. If nothing else, he was still a Slytherin. Now, it was a small matter of watching this drama between Granger and Snape unfold. Tragic, but not his problem. What was his problem was how his world had fallen apart after Voldemort fell. Fire whiskey called to him, singing in his blood but he ignored the burning sensation. Duty called.
He had a responsibility to see this terrible thing thru to the end. He could feel it in his gut. He was supposed to be here. The Prince of Slytherin had returned after all. Draco Malfoy had come home at last and no Mudblood was going to change that.
*Ducks…. * I know some of you will hate me for this but I think it explains A LOT. Angel… see what I was talking about?
I KNOW this chapter was short but necessary for my plot.
Please read and review. =)