The Reason
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Adult +
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16,569
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Chapter 2
Title: The Reason
Chapter: 2/?
Author: Wan
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling created Harry Potter, not me.
Summary: Harry Potter defected to Voldemort, betrayed his closest friends, and turned his back on all he held dear, all for one simple reason... *Slash.*
A/N: I will be updating roughly a chapter every three days, or less if I have more time to write.
Note: Sycus, as mentioned in Chapter 1, is a potion created by Severus Snape which induces a sense of both detachment, and a desire to obey.
Category: Angst, dark, romance
I\'ve found a reason to show,
A side of me you didn\'t know,
A reason for all that I do,
And the reason is you.
When Severus next opened his eyes, he saw that he was stark naked. At first that didn’t bother him, because he went to bed undressed. But as memory kicked in he bolted upright, and than almost cried out when he was yanked backwards. That was when he realized that there was a simple leather collar around his neck, chained to one corner of the four poster bed he was in. Dread and a sickly fear rose in his stomach, mocking his attempt to maintain his usually steely composure.
Oh no oh no oh no...
He lay back down on the black silk sheets, hands going to his face and clutching his long black hair, which he often did when he was distressed. Panicked thoughts collided in his mind, racing after one another.
Potter defected Potter defected the brat bastard traitor he didn’t cave in he struck a bargain in return for
His thoughts came to a shuddering halt.
In return for... me ?
Dumbfounded and confused, he stared at his hands unseeingly.
Then the old familiar rage and dislike he felt towards Potter kicked in and he wrapped himself in it, reveling in it. These were, after all, emotions he could rely upon.
Like father, like son, he thought scornfully. Trust Potter to turn out to be like the useless person his father was. I told Albus we couldn’t possibly lay all our hopes on him... and he’s like what, just seventeen? How can he be trusted to be a steadying force in the wizarding world when he’s not even grown yet?
As he focused his wrath on the boy, he felt his panic slowly drain away. When I see the brat I’m going to give him a piece of my mind, shake him awake, and then we can think of how to get out of this mess.
He glanced across the chamber he was at the long, narrow window; daylight slipped in through the half open shutters. Considerable hours had passed since last night. Dumbledore would be worried. His hands went to the collar around his neck. It was tight enough to restrain him, but would not leave bruises unless he tried to pull at it. Where was his wand when he most needed it? He was naked and defenseless, a combination he did not like at all.
His sharp ears picked up the sound of the door creaking open. Severus’ clenched his jaw tightly, determined to give Potter a sound talking to once he entered the room.
But it wasn’t Potter.
Instead, a cloaked Death Eater entered.
Severus was snarling in an instance, hoping to use his higher status as the Dark Lord’s right hand to frighten the hopefully more junior person.
“Free me this instant! Do you not know who I am? I’m the Lord’s most trusted servant, Severus Snape!”
The figure did not respond, but continued towards Severus silently.
“Did you hear me? Let me go!”
The Death Eater stopped as soon as he was just out of Severus’ grasp. For a moment, Severus could have sworn he was being silently assessed, and than suddenly the figure whipped out his wand, and he found himself unable to move.
Even as he cursed and swore, a potion was forced down his throat. As the sickly sweet liquid slid down his throat, he felt raw terror consume him. Sycus, he thought hysterically. Who would have known I would become a victim of my own potion...
And then a thick layer of detachment descended over his mind, and he felt so calm, and so at peace.
He vaguely felt himself released from the binding spell, and followed the Death Eater obediently when the latter tugged at his leash. It felt so... right, to just obey.
He was led through long dark hallways and down floors, until they came to a huge chamber. The huge door was partly closed. Severus could hear snatches of a voices form within. As the Death Eater pushed it open, there was an almost instant cessation of sound.
From under his fuzzy haze Severus felt a vague sense of familiarity as he took in the vast room. Some of the people looked familiar too, but as he tried to grasp at swirls of thought they dissolved, and he happily let it be. Right at the end of the chamber was a massive throne, on which a grand figure stood. Voldemort? As his keeper led him towards the throne, the large crowd parted silently. Severus did not sense the many gazes upon him as he passed, some shocked, some malicious. His own gaze was fixed upon a motionless hooded person standing at the Dark Lord’s side, who was staring boldly back at him with blazing green eyes.
They came to a stop with a jolt, Severus kneeling docilely when his keeper gestured for him to do so. Then Voldemort spoke, and Severus listened through the comfortable fog that shrouded his consciousness, though nothing registered.
“My loyal servants, I have summoned you all today to partake in a momentous occasion.” The Dark Lord’s clear voice swept loudly through the chamber.
“As of this day, I have great confidence we will win this war. That we will crush Dumbledore and his army of fools.” Here he paused for effect, then continued.
“Because, Harry Potter is now my servant, and with him on our side we will win this war!”
The hushed whispers that grew at the mention of Harry Potter’s name increased to a crescendo, and as the figure at Voldemort’s side suddenly flung back his hood, revealing the scar the Dark Lord himself had gave him, the noise swelled to a deafening roar.
Voldemort smiled slightly, letting the room fill with the noise for a moment, than raised his hand for silence. Instantly the room quieted.
“My newest servant has asked for a reward, and in return for his willingness to aid us, I have agreed to gift him with the most precious thing I own: my most treasured servant, Severus Snape. As of this day, Severus is the property of Harry Potter, to be dealt with whichever way he wants.”
The room erupted into a clamor again, which rose when Harry Potter descended from his place, to press a fierce kiss to Severus’ forehead.
“Mine,” He whispered, his voice filled with a savage possessiveness, but from within his cloud of detachment Severus could not comprehend him, and only looked up at him wonderingly, into eyes which blazed so brightly they held him captive.
TBC
Chapter: 2/?
Author: Wan
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling created Harry Potter, not me.
Summary: Harry Potter defected to Voldemort, betrayed his closest friends, and turned his back on all he held dear, all for one simple reason... *Slash.*
A/N: I will be updating roughly a chapter every three days, or less if I have more time to write.
Note: Sycus, as mentioned in Chapter 1, is a potion created by Severus Snape which induces a sense of both detachment, and a desire to obey.
Category: Angst, dark, romance
I\'ve found a reason to show,
A side of me you didn\'t know,
A reason for all that I do,
And the reason is you.
When Severus next opened his eyes, he saw that he was stark naked. At first that didn’t bother him, because he went to bed undressed. But as memory kicked in he bolted upright, and than almost cried out when he was yanked backwards. That was when he realized that there was a simple leather collar around his neck, chained to one corner of the four poster bed he was in. Dread and a sickly fear rose in his stomach, mocking his attempt to maintain his usually steely composure.
Oh no oh no oh no...
He lay back down on the black silk sheets, hands going to his face and clutching his long black hair, which he often did when he was distressed. Panicked thoughts collided in his mind, racing after one another.
Potter defected Potter defected the brat bastard traitor he didn’t cave in he struck a bargain in return for
His thoughts came to a shuddering halt.
In return for... me ?
Dumbfounded and confused, he stared at his hands unseeingly.
Then the old familiar rage and dislike he felt towards Potter kicked in and he wrapped himself in it, reveling in it. These were, after all, emotions he could rely upon.
Like father, like son, he thought scornfully. Trust Potter to turn out to be like the useless person his father was. I told Albus we couldn’t possibly lay all our hopes on him... and he’s like what, just seventeen? How can he be trusted to be a steadying force in the wizarding world when he’s not even grown yet?
As he focused his wrath on the boy, he felt his panic slowly drain away. When I see the brat I’m going to give him a piece of my mind, shake him awake, and then we can think of how to get out of this mess.
He glanced across the chamber he was at the long, narrow window; daylight slipped in through the half open shutters. Considerable hours had passed since last night. Dumbledore would be worried. His hands went to the collar around his neck. It was tight enough to restrain him, but would not leave bruises unless he tried to pull at it. Where was his wand when he most needed it? He was naked and defenseless, a combination he did not like at all.
His sharp ears picked up the sound of the door creaking open. Severus’ clenched his jaw tightly, determined to give Potter a sound talking to once he entered the room.
But it wasn’t Potter.
Instead, a cloaked Death Eater entered.
Severus was snarling in an instance, hoping to use his higher status as the Dark Lord’s right hand to frighten the hopefully more junior person.
“Free me this instant! Do you not know who I am? I’m the Lord’s most trusted servant, Severus Snape!”
The figure did not respond, but continued towards Severus silently.
“Did you hear me? Let me go!”
The Death Eater stopped as soon as he was just out of Severus’ grasp. For a moment, Severus could have sworn he was being silently assessed, and than suddenly the figure whipped out his wand, and he found himself unable to move.
Even as he cursed and swore, a potion was forced down his throat. As the sickly sweet liquid slid down his throat, he felt raw terror consume him. Sycus, he thought hysterically. Who would have known I would become a victim of my own potion...
And then a thick layer of detachment descended over his mind, and he felt so calm, and so at peace.
He vaguely felt himself released from the binding spell, and followed the Death Eater obediently when the latter tugged at his leash. It felt so... right, to just obey.
He was led through long dark hallways and down floors, until they came to a huge chamber. The huge door was partly closed. Severus could hear snatches of a voices form within. As the Death Eater pushed it open, there was an almost instant cessation of sound.
From under his fuzzy haze Severus felt a vague sense of familiarity as he took in the vast room. Some of the people looked familiar too, but as he tried to grasp at swirls of thought they dissolved, and he happily let it be. Right at the end of the chamber was a massive throne, on which a grand figure stood. Voldemort? As his keeper led him towards the throne, the large crowd parted silently. Severus did not sense the many gazes upon him as he passed, some shocked, some malicious. His own gaze was fixed upon a motionless hooded person standing at the Dark Lord’s side, who was staring boldly back at him with blazing green eyes.
They came to a stop with a jolt, Severus kneeling docilely when his keeper gestured for him to do so. Then Voldemort spoke, and Severus listened through the comfortable fog that shrouded his consciousness, though nothing registered.
“My loyal servants, I have summoned you all today to partake in a momentous occasion.” The Dark Lord’s clear voice swept loudly through the chamber.
“As of this day, I have great confidence we will win this war. That we will crush Dumbledore and his army of fools.” Here he paused for effect, then continued.
“Because, Harry Potter is now my servant, and with him on our side we will win this war!”
The hushed whispers that grew at the mention of Harry Potter’s name increased to a crescendo, and as the figure at Voldemort’s side suddenly flung back his hood, revealing the scar the Dark Lord himself had gave him, the noise swelled to a deafening roar.
Voldemort smiled slightly, letting the room fill with the noise for a moment, than raised his hand for silence. Instantly the room quieted.
“My newest servant has asked for a reward, and in return for his willingness to aid us, I have agreed to gift him with the most precious thing I own: my most treasured servant, Severus Snape. As of this day, Severus is the property of Harry Potter, to be dealt with whichever way he wants.”
The room erupted into a clamor again, which rose when Harry Potter descended from his place, to press a fierce kiss to Severus’ forehead.
“Mine,” He whispered, his voice filled with a savage possessiveness, but from within his cloud of detachment Severus could not comprehend him, and only looked up at him wonderingly, into eyes which blazed so brightly they held him captive.
TBC