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Chapter 14:Purgatory
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. The characters and the settings belong to J.K. Rowling, and i make no profit from this except for my own satisfaction and the pleasure I get from reading my reviews.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.
Chapter 14: Purgatory
He ran to the gate anyway, searching for what he knew he wouldn\'t find.
\"No, no, no.\" He whimpered softly under his breath. \"NO!\"
He ran up to his room, grabbing his invisibility cloak and a few other things and stuffing them into his school backpack.
\"What are you doing?\" Ron asked, alarmed.
\"Leaving.\"
\"What? Why?\"
\"Dumbledore. He made Snape leave. And now he\'s out there and I don\'t know where and Voldemort is after him.\"
Ron winced at the name, looking at Harry like he\'d completely lost it.
\"Bye Ron.\" He gave the startled red head a quick one armed hug as he ran back out through the door.
Dumbledore was in the common room waiting for him.
\"You can\'t leave Harry, you don\'t know where you\'re going, it\'s too dangerous. Voldemort will be after you.\"
\"Are you going to stop me? Keep me here against my will?\" Harry snarled at him.
The man looked tired; old. His blue eyes, normally so bright were dull with defeat. \"Yes Harry. Against your will if I must. But I\'d prefer it not to be like that. You are like a grandson to me Harry, I have tried to protect you, and yes I\'ve made some wrong decisions which I regret. But I can\'t let you leave. The hope of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders, and as much as I\'d like to allow you the freedom to do what you like, too much depends on it. I\'m sorry Harry.\" Harry stared at him in shock, too late seeing the wand in the old mans hand; \"Petrificus totalus.\"
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The house was filthy, dust thick on every surface, vines pushing through the cracks, twirling up the chimney, but surprisingly the building was still sound. It would take a lot of cleaning up, but Snape doubted anyone would look for him here. He\'d left his childhood behind a long time ago, and he doubted anyone but Dumbledore knew of the existence of this place where he\'d spent the first few years of his life, before his father had died and his mother had brought them to London.
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He was a prisoner. The doors to the castle were closed to him. On the surface everything went on as normal, he went to his classes, got given homework and detention. But he knew everywhere he went people were watching him. They might say hello and act like friends, but he knew the truth. Tonks was the most obvious. She looked embarrassed every time he met her eyes, looking at the ground, her normally bright hair brown in an effort to seem less conspicuous.
One time he cornered her and asked her why; \"I\'m so sorry Harry, we all hate this task, but Dumbledore is right. We want to let you follow your heart, the God\'s know I know how important that is… but to do that would just be selfish. I know how you feel, I know how this hurts you, it\'s hurting everyone involved, even Dumbledore… maybe especially Dumbledore, but if we let you go… maybe it would hurt more people. And we can\'t risk that. Not even for you. I\'m sorry.\"
He\'d just nodded at her. He knew there was no point getting angry at Tonks, she was just trying to do the right thing.
After hearing of Snape\'s departure the ministry had appointed someone to take the potions class. He was a nice enough man; a tall quiet spoken blonde with puppy-dog brown eyes. But after the first class Harry realised he just couldn\'t take it, couldn\'t watch someone else take potions, someone who just wasn\'t Snape. There was no cutting comments, no break downs of upset students, no cauldron explosions… it just wasn\'t the same. No one made him go to the classes. He supposed they felt guilty enough keeping him there at all, never mind rubbing it in his face that Snape was gone.
Ron and Hermione were quietly supportive, still not approving of his relationship with Snape, but approving even less of the way the Order were keeping him locked up.
Arthur and Molly took no part in the guard duty, letting Harry know of their disapproval through letters to Ron. Molly was especially passionate; even though Dumbledore opened the Howler in his office they could hear it all the way in the Great Hall.
He refused to look at Dumbledore; but still he felt the older mans eyes on him constantly. Whenever he caught a glimpse of the man from the corner of his eyes he looked sad and regretful. Harry had no sympathy; if the man was that sorry, cared about him so much, he could always let him go, remove the stasis he had placed him in.
His original hot passionate anger slowly smouldered into a cold fury. He was silent, no longer striking out at everyone who got in his way, but never smiling either. He ate only so much as his body demanded, not noticing the taste, simply assuaging his hunger before heading up to his empty bed to sleep and dream of a life he may never have. Once he had gone to Snape\'s room to sleep, but it was too empty without him there, and the new decorations just reminded him of what he had lost. He did everything as if in a dream, ignoring everyone but Ron and Hermione, and lived only for the chance to escape.
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After a month the small hut was looking more liveable. A small vegetable garden was slowly reaching maturity out the back, helped by a Quik grow potion. A small group of chickens also clucked their way around, scratching up the fertile ground between the plants. Snape muttered to himself constantly, cursing under his breath that Dumbledore had forced this way of life on him. However, when he allowed himself to be completely honest with himself he admitted that on some level he appreciated his new way of life. Never had he had the level of freedom he enjoyed currently. He did what he wanted to, when he wanted to do it. No one demanded anything of him.
Once he had spent an entire day in bed, dozing on and off, just to see what it would be like. He found that laziness didn\'t suit him. He woke up the next day with a shocking headache, which, lacking the ingredients to make a potion for, he had to ride out the muggle way. Plus he had twice as much work to do. Weeds seemed to have sprung up in the day, and the vegetables were wilted from lack of water. He also found that a fox had found his chickens, it had killed one and scattered the others, which now needed to be rounded up. Until now they had been sleeping in a make-do shelter, now he realised he would have to make a proper pen for them.
He ate meals of wild berries and roots, which he had a wide knowledge of thanks to his years of potions experience, alongside his home-grown vegetables and eggs, and whatever meat he could find, sometimes a rabbit or duck, whatever he could bring down with a quick spell. The meals weren\'t as big or widely varied as at Hogwarts, and he found his body getting leaner, harder with the unaccustomed lifestyle.
And of course he thought of Harry. The green eyes haunted his dreams, whether he was awake or asleep. He imagined the boy going on as normal, slowly getting over his old ugly potions master, maybe finding comfort in the arms of Ginny Weasley. Of course the boy would miss him, Snape knew him well enough to know that, but he was young and attractive and more popular with the girls then he knew. Snape wasn\'t bitter, he knew he had brought it all upon himself. He had joined the Death Eaters, he\'d been responsible for Lily and James\' Potter\'s death, he had tricked Harry into sleeping with him. His own actions had inexorably led him here, to this lone quiet life, with nothing but the prospect of possibly been found out and killed to keep his mind off the monotony and loneliness.
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Thanks for reading...
This chapter is called purgatory cause both Harry and Snape are caught in private hells, kind of in stasis, waiting for the next step. I also thought it was a convenient way to let a bit of time pass in the story.
Please review and let me know if you are still enjoying my story because I know the feel of it has kind of changed since the start and I don\'t want to keep writing if people are no longer liking it... I would rather stop before I start to get boring. Reviews= quicker updates. Thanks.
Oh yeah and thanks for the reviews so far.... really big thanks and hugs.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.
Chapter 14: Purgatory
He ran to the gate anyway, searching for what he knew he wouldn\'t find.
\"No, no, no.\" He whimpered softly under his breath. \"NO!\"
He ran up to his room, grabbing his invisibility cloak and a few other things and stuffing them into his school backpack.
\"What are you doing?\" Ron asked, alarmed.
\"Leaving.\"
\"What? Why?\"
\"Dumbledore. He made Snape leave. And now he\'s out there and I don\'t know where and Voldemort is after him.\"
Ron winced at the name, looking at Harry like he\'d completely lost it.
\"Bye Ron.\" He gave the startled red head a quick one armed hug as he ran back out through the door.
Dumbledore was in the common room waiting for him.
\"You can\'t leave Harry, you don\'t know where you\'re going, it\'s too dangerous. Voldemort will be after you.\"
\"Are you going to stop me? Keep me here against my will?\" Harry snarled at him.
The man looked tired; old. His blue eyes, normally so bright were dull with defeat. \"Yes Harry. Against your will if I must. But I\'d prefer it not to be like that. You are like a grandson to me Harry, I have tried to protect you, and yes I\'ve made some wrong decisions which I regret. But I can\'t let you leave. The hope of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders, and as much as I\'d like to allow you the freedom to do what you like, too much depends on it. I\'m sorry Harry.\" Harry stared at him in shock, too late seeing the wand in the old mans hand; \"Petrificus totalus.\"
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The house was filthy, dust thick on every surface, vines pushing through the cracks, twirling up the chimney, but surprisingly the building was still sound. It would take a lot of cleaning up, but Snape doubted anyone would look for him here. He\'d left his childhood behind a long time ago, and he doubted anyone but Dumbledore knew of the existence of this place where he\'d spent the first few years of his life, before his father had died and his mother had brought them to London.
#####
He was a prisoner. The doors to the castle were closed to him. On the surface everything went on as normal, he went to his classes, got given homework and detention. But he knew everywhere he went people were watching him. They might say hello and act like friends, but he knew the truth. Tonks was the most obvious. She looked embarrassed every time he met her eyes, looking at the ground, her normally bright hair brown in an effort to seem less conspicuous.
One time he cornered her and asked her why; \"I\'m so sorry Harry, we all hate this task, but Dumbledore is right. We want to let you follow your heart, the God\'s know I know how important that is… but to do that would just be selfish. I know how you feel, I know how this hurts you, it\'s hurting everyone involved, even Dumbledore… maybe especially Dumbledore, but if we let you go… maybe it would hurt more people. And we can\'t risk that. Not even for you. I\'m sorry.\"
He\'d just nodded at her. He knew there was no point getting angry at Tonks, she was just trying to do the right thing.
After hearing of Snape\'s departure the ministry had appointed someone to take the potions class. He was a nice enough man; a tall quiet spoken blonde with puppy-dog brown eyes. But after the first class Harry realised he just couldn\'t take it, couldn\'t watch someone else take potions, someone who just wasn\'t Snape. There was no cutting comments, no break downs of upset students, no cauldron explosions… it just wasn\'t the same. No one made him go to the classes. He supposed they felt guilty enough keeping him there at all, never mind rubbing it in his face that Snape was gone.
Ron and Hermione were quietly supportive, still not approving of his relationship with Snape, but approving even less of the way the Order were keeping him locked up.
Arthur and Molly took no part in the guard duty, letting Harry know of their disapproval through letters to Ron. Molly was especially passionate; even though Dumbledore opened the Howler in his office they could hear it all the way in the Great Hall.
He refused to look at Dumbledore; but still he felt the older mans eyes on him constantly. Whenever he caught a glimpse of the man from the corner of his eyes he looked sad and regretful. Harry had no sympathy; if the man was that sorry, cared about him so much, he could always let him go, remove the stasis he had placed him in.
His original hot passionate anger slowly smouldered into a cold fury. He was silent, no longer striking out at everyone who got in his way, but never smiling either. He ate only so much as his body demanded, not noticing the taste, simply assuaging his hunger before heading up to his empty bed to sleep and dream of a life he may never have. Once he had gone to Snape\'s room to sleep, but it was too empty without him there, and the new decorations just reminded him of what he had lost. He did everything as if in a dream, ignoring everyone but Ron and Hermione, and lived only for the chance to escape.
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After a month the small hut was looking more liveable. A small vegetable garden was slowly reaching maturity out the back, helped by a Quik grow potion. A small group of chickens also clucked their way around, scratching up the fertile ground between the plants. Snape muttered to himself constantly, cursing under his breath that Dumbledore had forced this way of life on him. However, when he allowed himself to be completely honest with himself he admitted that on some level he appreciated his new way of life. Never had he had the level of freedom he enjoyed currently. He did what he wanted to, when he wanted to do it. No one demanded anything of him.
Once he had spent an entire day in bed, dozing on and off, just to see what it would be like. He found that laziness didn\'t suit him. He woke up the next day with a shocking headache, which, lacking the ingredients to make a potion for, he had to ride out the muggle way. Plus he had twice as much work to do. Weeds seemed to have sprung up in the day, and the vegetables were wilted from lack of water. He also found that a fox had found his chickens, it had killed one and scattered the others, which now needed to be rounded up. Until now they had been sleeping in a make-do shelter, now he realised he would have to make a proper pen for them.
He ate meals of wild berries and roots, which he had a wide knowledge of thanks to his years of potions experience, alongside his home-grown vegetables and eggs, and whatever meat he could find, sometimes a rabbit or duck, whatever he could bring down with a quick spell. The meals weren\'t as big or widely varied as at Hogwarts, and he found his body getting leaner, harder with the unaccustomed lifestyle.
And of course he thought of Harry. The green eyes haunted his dreams, whether he was awake or asleep. He imagined the boy going on as normal, slowly getting over his old ugly potions master, maybe finding comfort in the arms of Ginny Weasley. Of course the boy would miss him, Snape knew him well enough to know that, but he was young and attractive and more popular with the girls then he knew. Snape wasn\'t bitter, he knew he had brought it all upon himself. He had joined the Death Eaters, he\'d been responsible for Lily and James\' Potter\'s death, he had tricked Harry into sleeping with him. His own actions had inexorably led him here, to this lone quiet life, with nothing but the prospect of possibly been found out and killed to keep his mind off the monotony and loneliness.
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Thanks for reading...
This chapter is called purgatory cause both Harry and Snape are caught in private hells, kind of in stasis, waiting for the next step. I also thought it was a convenient way to let a bit of time pass in the story.
Please review and let me know if you are still enjoying my story because I know the feel of it has kind of changed since the start and I don\'t want to keep writing if people are no longer liking it... I would rather stop before I start to get boring. Reviews= quicker updates. Thanks.
Oh yeah and thanks for the reviews so far.... really big thanks and hugs.