Scarlet Pain
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Adult ++
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24
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30,351
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93
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Chapter Fifteen
A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews! Hope you all like this chapter. Also, things will become clearer soon. All will be explained, just...not yet.
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Harry Potter and co (that honor is J.K. Rowlings).
Scarlet Pain
Chapter Fifteen
It was Sunday. Tomorrow would be yet another detention with Snape, not to mention the beginning of his Occlumency lessons. Harry stared at the textbook in his lap and realized he had now read the last paragraph for almost an hour. With a sigh he realized that there was no way he was going to be able to keep his concentration. Deciding that anything sounded much better than pretending to read a book, the Gryffindor grabbed his wand and slipped out of the tower.
For a few minutes he just stood there, unsure of where he wanted to go. For a second he got a rush of excitement at the thought of visiting Hagrid, oddly enough one of the few people Harry still felt comfortable with. His smile faded when he realized that Hagrid had told him on Friday that he would be gone for the weekend procuring their next class subject. He briefly considered flying, or ging to that glade (he really wanted to see it) but a small growl from his stomach changed his mind.
No sooner had he taken a few steps in the direction of the kitchens when Harry\'s scar flared painfully. For a split second his vision dimmed then the feeling was gone. Harry\'s breath hitched and he immediately took off towards the Room of Requirement. He no longer had an appetite. The feelings of despair were beginning to suffocate him, again, and he had learned long ago that sometimes he just needed to push through it. There was another bolt of pain at his determination not to give in before his scar went back to being dormant.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Down in the dungeons Draco and Severus were working quietly in the same room. The blonde was sitting at a table in Snape\'s potion\'s lab, sullenly working on an essay that the Professor had told him he needed to finish before he could go outside to fly. The Potion\'s Master was bent over a cauldron, his sculpted hands moving with swift sure movements. He looked for all the world completely concentrated on his potions, yet in reality the surly professor was distracted, lost in thought about none other than the world\'s Golden Boy.
Potter\'s words from their last conversation came back to him.
...\'You\'re so used to venting your frustration on me you don\'t even think twice\'...
Severus frowned. He would not apologize for his actions. He had treated Harry just like any other student, okay, so maybe any other Gryffindor student.
...\'All you can do is use me as a scapegoat because of something my father did\'...
Snape wanted to growl in anger at that. It wasn\'t true. Only an asshole or someone who was extrememly immature would act like that towards a child...well, young man now but the implications were the same.
...\'I really don\'t feel like being your verbal punching bag\'...
Only a slight clenching of his hands was evidence of the Potions Master\'s frustration. He was a professor, not a friend, to his students. It wasn\'t his job to coddle them or treat them like blessings on earth. A war was going on outside, they needed to know that not everyone was nice. Harry most of all, but that didn\'t mean he was any crueler to Potter than the rest of his students. Even Severus\' inner voice was beginning to sound desperate.
... \'We have already covered the fact that I realize you are not your father.\'
\'Then why\'d you bring him into this!?\'...
Why indeed? Severus almost dropped the stirring stick into the cauldron. While he would have been the first to admit that he had not liked Potter at all, and in fact at one point had detested him, he had never thought that he had treated the Gryffindor any worse, or at least too much worse than the rest of Gryffindors (a truly annoying group as it was if he did say so himself).
...\'I trust you with my life, I just don\'t know if I trust you with me\'...
Damnit damnit damnit! He really truly was an immature asshole. With a soft groan Severus cleared away the finished potion and stalked out of the lab, a confused Draco following shortly behind him.
\"Professor?\"
\"It\'s nothing Draco.\"
\"Do you need anything?\" Snape sighed and shook his head.
\"No. Just leave it be.\" Draco nodded and went back to his essay.
...\'Just. Leave it be.\'... Harry had sounded so tired then, so defeated. With a new resolve that helped eleviate the growing knot that threatened to twist his stomach into a pretzel, Severus decided that he would follow the young man\'s request. For now. But that would not stop him from keeping an eye on the boy, covertly of course.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
Two ghosts met each other in the Astronomy Tower, each having just arrived from their \'research.\' For a moment, neither spoke but let the breeze flow through and around them as the leaned on each other more out habit than any actual need for support. Finally one spoke, a devious and mischievious gleam in his eyes.
\"I do believe I have come up with a plan, love.\" The woman rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow.
\"And are you going to enlighten me to this plan of yours Sal?\"
\"Of course Helga.\" Salazar grinned. \"I need your help with it after all. You get along better with some of the more...sentient aspects of this castle.\"
\"Ah yes, you would need my help with that seeing as there are times when you have less tact than Godric.\" She laughed at his inscensed look the grew thougthful. \"You have me intrigued however. What exaclty do you have in mind?\"
A half hour later, the ghost of Helga Hufflepuff was nodding in amused agreement.
\"Yes, love, I do believe that is a very good idea to get them together. A very good idea indeed.\"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That night no one slept well. A freak storm had hit sometime around midnight then left jsut as abruptly right around three. Harry tossed and turned all night, caught in a half-state between awake and asleep. The next day he trudged bleary-eyed up to breakfast next to a just as exhausted Ron and Hermione. Harry almost didn\'t notice the letter dropped in front of him, so lost in thought, or well, worry, about the upcoming Occlumency lesson. One glance at the letter and Harry wished he had never woken up that morning. Stuffing the unopened letter into his bag with trembling he bolted out of the Hall, completely missing the confused looks he was getting from all sides of the room.
Harry was in a panic. Why would they be sending him a letter. Again. They never sent letters. In his bag, a plain white envelope with the return address of Number 4 Privet Drive crinkled slightly between two of his books and some sheets of parchment.
TBC
A/N: Bwhahahahaha! I know it\'s an evil cliff hanger and all, but I couldn\'t resist. Till next time!
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Harry Potter and co (that honor is J.K. Rowlings).
It was Sunday. Tomorrow would be yet another detention with Snape, not to mention the beginning of his Occlumency lessons. Harry stared at the textbook in his lap and realized he had now read the last paragraph for almost an hour. With a sigh he realized that there was no way he was going to be able to keep his concentration. Deciding that anything sounded much better than pretending to read a book, the Gryffindor grabbed his wand and slipped out of the tower.
For a few minutes he just stood there, unsure of where he wanted to go. For a second he got a rush of excitement at the thought of visiting Hagrid, oddly enough one of the few people Harry still felt comfortable with. His smile faded when he realized that Hagrid had told him on Friday that he would be gone for the weekend procuring their next class subject. He briefly considered flying, or ging to that glade (he really wanted to see it) but a small growl from his stomach changed his mind.
No sooner had he taken a few steps in the direction of the kitchens when Harry\'s scar flared painfully. For a split second his vision dimmed then the feeling was gone. Harry\'s breath hitched and he immediately took off towards the Room of Requirement. He no longer had an appetite. The feelings of despair were beginning to suffocate him, again, and he had learned long ago that sometimes he just needed to push through it. There was another bolt of pain at his determination not to give in before his scar went back to being dormant.
Down in the dungeons Draco and Severus were working quietly in the same room. The blonde was sitting at a table in Snape\'s potion\'s lab, sullenly working on an essay that the Professor had told him he needed to finish before he could go outside to fly. The Potion\'s Master was bent over a cauldron, his sculpted hands moving with swift sure movements. He looked for all the world completely concentrated on his potions, yet in reality the surly professor was distracted, lost in thought about none other than the world\'s Golden Boy.
Potter\'s words from their last conversation came back to him.
...\'You\'re so used to venting your frustration on me you don\'t even think twice\'...
Severus frowned. He would not apologize for his actions. He had treated Harry just like any other student, okay, so maybe any other Gryffindor student.
...\'All you can do is use me as a scapegoat because of something my father did\'...
Snape wanted to growl in anger at that. It wasn\'t true. Only an asshole or someone who was extrememly immature would act like that towards a child...well, young man now but the implications were the same.
...\'I really don\'t feel like being your verbal punching bag\'...
Only a slight clenching of his hands was evidence of the Potions Master\'s frustration. He was a professor, not a friend, to his students. It wasn\'t his job to coddle them or treat them like blessings on earth. A war was going on outside, they needed to know that not everyone was nice. Harry most of all, but that didn\'t mean he was any crueler to Potter than the rest of his students. Even Severus\' inner voice was beginning to sound desperate.
... \'We have already covered the fact that I realize you are not your father.\'
\'Then why\'d you bring him into this!?\'...
Why indeed? Severus almost dropped the stirring stick into the cauldron. While he would have been the first to admit that he had not liked Potter at all, and in fact at one point had detested him, he had never thought that he had treated the Gryffindor any worse, or at least too much worse than the rest of Gryffindors (a truly annoying group as it was if he did say so himself).
...\'I trust you with my life, I just don\'t know if I trust you with me\'...
Damnit damnit damnit! He really truly was an immature asshole. With a soft groan Severus cleared away the finished potion and stalked out of the lab, a confused Draco following shortly behind him.
\"Professor?\"
\"It\'s nothing Draco.\"
\"Do you need anything?\" Snape sighed and shook his head.
\"No. Just leave it be.\" Draco nodded and went back to his essay.
...\'Just. Leave it be.\'... Harry had sounded so tired then, so defeated. With a new resolve that helped eleviate the growing knot that threatened to twist his stomach into a pretzel, Severus decided that he would follow the young man\'s request. For now. But that would not stop him from keeping an eye on the boy, covertly of course.
Two ghosts met each other in the Astronomy Tower, each having just arrived from their \'research.\' For a moment, neither spoke but let the breeze flow through and around them as the leaned on each other more out habit than any actual need for support. Finally one spoke, a devious and mischievious gleam in his eyes.
\"I do believe I have come up with a plan, love.\" The woman rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow.
\"And are you going to enlighten me to this plan of yours Sal?\"
\"Of course Helga.\" Salazar grinned. \"I need your help with it after all. You get along better with some of the more...sentient aspects of this castle.\"
\"Ah yes, you would need my help with that seeing as there are times when you have less tact than Godric.\" She laughed at his inscensed look the grew thougthful. \"You have me intrigued however. What exaclty do you have in mind?\"
A half hour later, the ghost of Helga Hufflepuff was nodding in amused agreement.
\"Yes, love, I do believe that is a very good idea to get them together. A very good idea indeed.\"
That night no one slept well. A freak storm had hit sometime around midnight then left jsut as abruptly right around three. Harry tossed and turned all night, caught in a half-state between awake and asleep. The next day he trudged bleary-eyed up to breakfast next to a just as exhausted Ron and Hermione. Harry almost didn\'t notice the letter dropped in front of him, so lost in thought, or well, worry, about the upcoming Occlumency lesson. One glance at the letter and Harry wished he had never woken up that morning. Stuffing the unopened letter into his bag with trembling he bolted out of the Hall, completely missing the confused looks he was getting from all sides of the room.
Harry was in a panic. Why would they be sending him a letter. Again. They never sent letters. In his bag, a plain white envelope with the return address of Number 4 Privet Drive crinkled slightly between two of his books and some sheets of parchment.
TBC
A/N: Bwhahahahaha! I know it\'s an evil cliff hanger and all, but I couldn\'t resist. Till next time!