It Could Have Been Love, But It\'s Over Now

It Could Have Been Love, But It’s Over Now

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Warnings: Not much in this chapter. Just slash.


Chapter 2


Harry bolted up from the bed, and away from Snape when vertigo hit. Gray started to tinge his peripheral vision when Snape grabbed him and dropped him bodily back on the bed and cast a small bondage spell, tying Harry’s right ankle to the frame.

Harry snarled at Snape and took a swipe at his face. Nimbly, Snape dodged and smacked him back. Shocked Harry froze, raising a hand to the abraded cheek.

“Now Mister Potter, I didn’t want this discussion to turn violent but you force my hand. Know this, if you ever raise a hand to me or even if I simply think you deserve it, I will turn you over my knee. Do you understand?” Snape said all this rather nonchalantly.

Harry slowly nodded his head, lowering his hand back into his lap. “And Dumbledore is really dead?”

“Yes Mister Potter, Dumbledore is dead and good riddance!”

“But why?! Why would you allow him to be killed . . . executed! He took you in and saved you from Azkaban. Dumbledore never hurt anyone.”

Snape leaned forward intently, “Listen you foolish child, Dumbledore did more then hurt people. He murdered them! Sacrificed them. Always in the name of the greater good with a twinkle in his eye. He may not have held the wand but he as good as cast the spell himself. How can you defend him? He could have saved your parents, he could have kept Sirius from Azkaban, and he used you to fight the Dark Lord since you’ve been born. He never even intended for you to survive the Last Battle. He would have preferred you died a martyr. And as for him graciously saving me? Ha, I’d been spying for him willing since the beginning. Do you really think I would have ever crawled for anyone?”

Harry sagged limply, “He didn’t want me dead.”

Snape sighed, “Maybe, maybe not. But do not delude yourself into believing he was a good man. He was just a man with too much power and too little morals.”

”You’re one to talk! You have no morals at all and you’re already crawling after the new Dark Lord.”

“No Mister Potter, I am not, as you so elegantly put it, crawling after the new Dark Lord. The current Dark Lord is strict but fair and only has the Wizarding World’s best interests in mind. As of now, there is no death sentence, no more fighting, no more dementor’s kiss, and no more petty squabbles over blood purity. The fighting had to be stopped immediately with as little killing as possible. Wizards and Witches are nearly extinct. If I hadn’t stopped it now, there\'d be none of us left. Our people would die. So if I had to instate a tyranny, so be it.”

“. . . . I? . . You said ‘I’, ‘I had to instate .’ You’re the new Dark Lord aren’t you?”

“Maybe you aren’t completely hopeless after all Harry.”

Harry felt an icy shiver crawl up his spine when Snape said his first name, “You know I firmly support Dumbledore. Why wasn’t I executed with him? I mean, he used me as an icon for the Light.”

“And that’s exactly one of the reason’s you could not be executed. We aren’t trying to crush the people’s hope. We’re just instilling order.”

“You said ‘One of the reason’s’. What the other reason.”

Snape stood from the bedside seat, “I don’t think you’re quite ready to hear it. You have just awoke from a coma and have already had several shocks in a small space of time. Now it’s time for some good news. You have visitors.” With that Snape swept from the room, black robe billowing.

With his exit a rush of red heads swarmed into the room.

“Forge, Gred, Charlie! You’re alright. I wasn’t sure who had fallen that night. Is Bill okay?”

Harry had become mush closer to the remaining Weasley after the Burrow had been burned down. Charlie and Bill had come home to stay in England when the war first started to be with their family, but while out on individual missions for The Order, Deatheaters had gotten through the wards and into their family home. That was when Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had died, being the only ones home. Mr. Weasley, mad with grief had disappeared shortly after returning home to see the dark mark above his home. It was believed him had tried to track down the ones who had raped his daughter and ended up on the wrong end of an Avada Kedvra.

Percy died during a raid on the Ministry and Ron and Hermione died together on a mission. So in sorrow, the remaining Weasleys and Harry had pulled together to lend each the emotional support. As long as they depended on each they would not falter.

Harry pulled himself from the past when Charlie spoke, “Bill’s okay. Just laid up with a bad limp. Fleur’s not letting him out of her sight until the healers give an all clear, otherwise he’d have snuck here. Rather silly if you ask me. He’d just be doing more damage to his leg.”

Harry nodded his agreement. Fred and George sat on the bed on either side of Harry as Charlie took the chair that Snape had vacated. “So what’s going on with this new government that’s put itself in charge?”

One of the two guards shifted, causing Harry to jump. He had forgotten they were in the room. With a sidelong glance at the men George said to Harry, “We’re under orders not to talk about it, otherwise this visit will be cut extremely short and any future visits may be denied.”

“Who’d? . . Snape right? Sometimes I really hate that man.”

“You’re going to hate him a whole lot more when you find out what he has planned for you,” said Fred with a grimace.

Charlie glared at Fred, “Shut it, or you’ll get us evicted and your scaring Harry.”

It was true. Harry felt decidedly nauseous at the thoughts running through his head. What would Snape do to him?