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Mein Herz Brennt (My Heart is on Fire)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,933
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Versteckt (Hidden)
Rated: NC-17 for later chapters
Pairings: HP/SS, RW/HG, NL/Other
Warnings: This will start out pretty PG but will turn into SLASH. If this is not
your cup of tea, please don\'t start reading this series.
A/N: This is a WIP. I have no idea how many chapters there will be
I\'m guessing 25 or so. Feed back would be appreciated so I
Know if this is going over well, or if there is anything I need to
Change.
A Huge Thank-you to Hanakai aka Vain Chan, for the Beta and
advice.
Disclamers: The Characters of Harry Potter belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling
and no infringement is intended. This is purely non-profit
entertainment. Musical Lyrics are from Rammstein\'s CD
Mutter and are freely translated.
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Ch 2 Versteckt (Hidden)
It was late when Harry finally returned to the tower, pale and tired, broom in hand. His two best friends sat close to each other in a corner, knees touching, presumably studying; well, he was sure at least Hermione was studying. Not even a budding romance would get in the way there. They both looked up and waved him over when they heard the portrait close behind him. He noticed they didn’t move apart. No quick, safe escape to his room then. He tried to keep the annoyance off his face.
“Hey, Harry, all right?” Hermione seemed to be studying him closely. “You’ve made yourself kind of scarce since the Welcoming Feast.”
“Yeah, you’re awful quiet, mate.” Ron eyed his broom “I would have been happy to join you on the quidditch pitch and we could’ve talked about what ails you.”
“Nothing ails me, Ron. I wasn’t allowed to fly all summer and I just wanted to get in a bit of practice. There’s nothing wrong; I don’t know why you two seem to think otherwise.”
Ron looked disgusted with his answer. “Blimey, Harry, the only one acting stranger than you is Neville. Merlin only knows what gnome bit his arse this summer.”
“You know he’s right, Harry,” Hermione said quietly “There isn’t anything you can’t tell us. Unless, of course, you’ve been sworn to secrecy or something. You haven’t, have you?”
She and Ron exchanged a quick look. Both understood that the events of the previous school year and Sirius’s death had taken their toll on him. They had not been surprised when Harry refused to return to 12 Grimauld Place at the end of July. They wanted to give him every opportunity to unload his burden if he wanted to and were quietly praying that no new ones would be added to the pile any time soon.
“No.” He caught the look. “Really, no. I’ve just a lot on my mind and I can’t explain or talk about it until I understand it myself.” Harry squirmed at the slightly dishonest answer.
Hermione gently laid her hand on his arm. “Sometimes it’s easier to sort out confusing and jumbled thoughts and feelings when you bounce them off someone else. You know…Get a different perspective. From the outside. Well, sort of like a pensieve.”
“Hey Harry, fancy that! Hermione and I are like your personal pensieves!” Ron grinned.
Harry noticed they still hadn’t broken contact with their knees.
His inner squirming increased. They were truly loyal friends. The best. And he was going to lie to them again. There was no way he could allow anyone to glimpse the abyss that was his tortured soul. He couldn’t face the shame. Coward. A stinking, lying coward.
He sighed and looked away. “You are the only two people I really trust. You know that. I just need to sort things out in my own way first. I’m not keeping any secrets from you. It doesn’t really even have to do with school.” Harry ran a nervous hand through his hair. He looked at his friends and gave a small smile. “Maybe it’s just growing pains, like my Aunt Petunia is fond of saying.” Now for the diversionary tactics. “What’s up with Neville anyway? I haven’t noticed him acting any different. Well, maybe he’s been a little quieter”.
Hermione snorted. “Okay Harry, if you don’t want to talk right now it’s alright. Just don’t forget we’re here”.
“Yeah, you know what my mum says: ‘shared troubles are less troublesome.’” Ron’s leg was now fully pressed against Hermione’s. “Neville has been getting some strange looks from the Ravenclaws since the Welcoming Feast. We thought it was just first years, but I don’t know…..seems like they’re all giving Neville the odd glance or two during meals. I don’t get it and Neville isn’t talking.”
Harry frowned. “Why would the Ravenclaws be bothered about Neville?”
Ron shrugged. “No idea. But if they have something on him, it’s gonna come out. The way Malfoy has been keeping a tab on things, I would say sooner rather than later.”
“Well it’s definitely something. Ron’s right” Hermione worried her lip. “I was talking to Lynn and Dori about continuing our study group from last year, and they certainly seemed more smug than usual. God, I hope Neville tells us before Malfoy finds out, whatever it is. If it’s bad, the little ferret is going to make it horrible for him”.
“Well, there’s no point worrying about it,” said Harry as he moved toward the stairs. “He’ll either tell us when he’s ready, or we’ll all find out the hard way.”
Pairings: HP/SS, RW/HG, NL/Other
Warnings: This will start out pretty PG but will turn into SLASH. If this is not
your cup of tea, please don\'t start reading this series.
A/N: This is a WIP. I have no idea how many chapters there will be
I\'m guessing 25 or so. Feed back would be appreciated so I
Know if this is going over well, or if there is anything I need to
Change.
A Huge Thank-you to Hanakai aka Vain Chan, for the Beta and
advice.
Disclamers: The Characters of Harry Potter belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling
and no infringement is intended. This is purely non-profit
entertainment. Musical Lyrics are from Rammstein\'s CD
Mutter and are freely translated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ch 2 Versteckt (Hidden)
It was late when Harry finally returned to the tower, pale and tired, broom in hand. His two best friends sat close to each other in a corner, knees touching, presumably studying; well, he was sure at least Hermione was studying. Not even a budding romance would get in the way there. They both looked up and waved him over when they heard the portrait close behind him. He noticed they didn’t move apart. No quick, safe escape to his room then. He tried to keep the annoyance off his face.
“Hey, Harry, all right?” Hermione seemed to be studying him closely. “You’ve made yourself kind of scarce since the Welcoming Feast.”
“Yeah, you’re awful quiet, mate.” Ron eyed his broom “I would have been happy to join you on the quidditch pitch and we could’ve talked about what ails you.”
“Nothing ails me, Ron. I wasn’t allowed to fly all summer and I just wanted to get in a bit of practice. There’s nothing wrong; I don’t know why you two seem to think otherwise.”
Ron looked disgusted with his answer. “Blimey, Harry, the only one acting stranger than you is Neville. Merlin only knows what gnome bit his arse this summer.”
“You know he’s right, Harry,” Hermione said quietly “There isn’t anything you can’t tell us. Unless, of course, you’ve been sworn to secrecy or something. You haven’t, have you?”
She and Ron exchanged a quick look. Both understood that the events of the previous school year and Sirius’s death had taken their toll on him. They had not been surprised when Harry refused to return to 12 Grimauld Place at the end of July. They wanted to give him every opportunity to unload his burden if he wanted to and were quietly praying that no new ones would be added to the pile any time soon.
“No.” He caught the look. “Really, no. I’ve just a lot on my mind and I can’t explain or talk about it until I understand it myself.” Harry squirmed at the slightly dishonest answer.
Hermione gently laid her hand on his arm. “Sometimes it’s easier to sort out confusing and jumbled thoughts and feelings when you bounce them off someone else. You know…Get a different perspective. From the outside. Well, sort of like a pensieve.”
“Hey Harry, fancy that! Hermione and I are like your personal pensieves!” Ron grinned.
Harry noticed they still hadn’t broken contact with their knees.
His inner squirming increased. They were truly loyal friends. The best. And he was going to lie to them again. There was no way he could allow anyone to glimpse the abyss that was his tortured soul. He couldn’t face the shame. Coward. A stinking, lying coward.
He sighed and looked away. “You are the only two people I really trust. You know that. I just need to sort things out in my own way first. I’m not keeping any secrets from you. It doesn’t really even have to do with school.” Harry ran a nervous hand through his hair. He looked at his friends and gave a small smile. “Maybe it’s just growing pains, like my Aunt Petunia is fond of saying.” Now for the diversionary tactics. “What’s up with Neville anyway? I haven’t noticed him acting any different. Well, maybe he’s been a little quieter”.
Hermione snorted. “Okay Harry, if you don’t want to talk right now it’s alright. Just don’t forget we’re here”.
“Yeah, you know what my mum says: ‘shared troubles are less troublesome.’” Ron’s leg was now fully pressed against Hermione’s. “Neville has been getting some strange looks from the Ravenclaws since the Welcoming Feast. We thought it was just first years, but I don’t know…..seems like they’re all giving Neville the odd glance or two during meals. I don’t get it and Neville isn’t talking.”
Harry frowned. “Why would the Ravenclaws be bothered about Neville?”
Ron shrugged. “No idea. But if they have something on him, it’s gonna come out. The way Malfoy has been keeping a tab on things, I would say sooner rather than later.”
“Well it’s definitely something. Ron’s right” Hermione worried her lip. “I was talking to Lynn and Dori about continuing our study group from last year, and they certainly seemed more smug than usual. God, I hope Neville tells us before Malfoy finds out, whatever it is. If it’s bad, the little ferret is going to make it horrible for him”.
“Well, there’s no point worrying about it,” said Harry as he moved toward the stairs. “He’ll either tell us when he’s ready, or we’ll all find out the hard way.”