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The History of Severus Snape
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,227
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
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Disclaimer: Thx to the most excellent JKR who, through her creation of these characters, has allowed for nerds out there like me to enjoy Severus Snape and other characters to their full potential. Important! This story contains non-consensual sex, and depicts rape in later chapters. If this ain\'t your style, turn away.
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Chapter Two
And that is was what Severus thought.
At Hogwarts he had whole new problems to think about. He had been foolish to think that this place would be any better, away from his volatile father, but at school there was James Potter and his dreadful gang of idiots. It was trading one hell for another as he saw it. But on the bright side, in his house, Slytherin, there were boys just like him, with similar families and interest in the dark arts.
When it seemed as though he was forgetting her face he would dream of her, being with her, kissing her, and sometimes he found in his later years at school, the thought of her would drive him to slide a hand down the front of his loose pyjama pants and deaden the ache that would form there. She was after all the closest he had to a real girl. At school, none of the girls even glanced at him, not that he would say there were many worthy of any attention. But even those who came close to attractive usually happened to prove themselves as brainless trollops that fluttered around the likes of James Potter and Sirius Black. No, she was as close as he got, and as close as he wanted.
He was bitter about everything, and anger came to him so easily. In fact, though the thought seemed to greatly disturb him, he thrived on his anger. His anger gave him power and his skill and intelligence, greatly crafted and honed in his time at Hogwarts; he was gaining the ability to do anything. He found his classes depressingly easy, but with little stimulation from anything else Severus found himself deeply immersed in his studies. By the end of his school career he had more than re-written the potions text and was so heavily involved in the dark arts that he was quick to invent new curses and hexes. If only he could use them against James Potter, Sirius Black, the rest of their Gryffindor gang, and of course, his father.
Perhaps he would one day, perhaps in time, each one of his favourite curses would be used against each of his least favourite people.
Facing the winter months of his sixth year at Hogwarts Severus got two pieces of very good news. The first he had been expecting for far too long, it was a letter from his father.
Severus,
If you recall, before I sent you off to school I arranged your marriage, as of last week it however has been cancelled. The stupid girl is dead, murdered by someone or other after her father. Not that it matters.
Father.
As Severus finished the letter and set fire to it with his wand, he smiled to himself. The great hall was crowded during breakfast, but this morning not a single person could bother him. All around him people read letters and shovelled down their porridge. They chatted loudly, but Severus sat alone and grinned to himself, flipping a page in his transfiguration text. Idly drawing a scratchy face in the corner of the page. The face was full lipped and bright eyed with riotous glossy curls. Betrothed was dead, and he was one step closer to his girl.
Later that night, the second piece of pleasing information also came by owl post. It was an invitation from a man that Severus had met on numerous occasions. The man, Lucius, his name was, came from an old pureblood family and he had always been more than impressed at what Severus could do with a wand. In his letter he had been keen to know whether or not Severus was interested in joining what he had called “a society of wizards that excelled in the dark arts and who were especially interested in upholding the values and tradition of pureblooded wizards.” Severus of course had jumped at the chance and over the week that he was given for Christmas holiday he would attend his first meeting of the society.
He couldn’t believe the luck of that day. He thought of her. Her bright smile coming
to mind, and he wondered… Was she really going to be his one day? He didn’t think he could wait. Was it odd that he had clung to her image over the last six years? Odd that he would reach for himself in the dark silence of the dormitory and came to release with only her face in mind? He did not care. She was so much closer to being his, and he was so much closer to a life that he had always wanted.
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Chapter Two
And that is was what Severus thought.
At Hogwarts he had whole new problems to think about. He had been foolish to think that this place would be any better, away from his volatile father, but at school there was James Potter and his dreadful gang of idiots. It was trading one hell for another as he saw it. But on the bright side, in his house, Slytherin, there were boys just like him, with similar families and interest in the dark arts.
When it seemed as though he was forgetting her face he would dream of her, being with her, kissing her, and sometimes he found in his later years at school, the thought of her would drive him to slide a hand down the front of his loose pyjama pants and deaden the ache that would form there. She was after all the closest he had to a real girl. At school, none of the girls even glanced at him, not that he would say there were many worthy of any attention. But even those who came close to attractive usually happened to prove themselves as brainless trollops that fluttered around the likes of James Potter and Sirius Black. No, she was as close as he got, and as close as he wanted.
He was bitter about everything, and anger came to him so easily. In fact, though the thought seemed to greatly disturb him, he thrived on his anger. His anger gave him power and his skill and intelligence, greatly crafted and honed in his time at Hogwarts; he was gaining the ability to do anything. He found his classes depressingly easy, but with little stimulation from anything else Severus found himself deeply immersed in his studies. By the end of his school career he had more than re-written the potions text and was so heavily involved in the dark arts that he was quick to invent new curses and hexes. If only he could use them against James Potter, Sirius Black, the rest of their Gryffindor gang, and of course, his father.
Perhaps he would one day, perhaps in time, each one of his favourite curses would be used against each of his least favourite people.
Facing the winter months of his sixth year at Hogwarts Severus got two pieces of very good news. The first he had been expecting for far too long, it was a letter from his father.
Severus,
If you recall, before I sent you off to school I arranged your marriage, as of last week it however has been cancelled. The stupid girl is dead, murdered by someone or other after her father. Not that it matters.
Father.
As Severus finished the letter and set fire to it with his wand, he smiled to himself. The great hall was crowded during breakfast, but this morning not a single person could bother him. All around him people read letters and shovelled down their porridge. They chatted loudly, but Severus sat alone and grinned to himself, flipping a page in his transfiguration text. Idly drawing a scratchy face in the corner of the page. The face was full lipped and bright eyed with riotous glossy curls. Betrothed was dead, and he was one step closer to his girl.
Later that night, the second piece of pleasing information also came by owl post. It was an invitation from a man that Severus had met on numerous occasions. The man, Lucius, his name was, came from an old pureblood family and he had always been more than impressed at what Severus could do with a wand. In his letter he had been keen to know whether or not Severus was interested in joining what he had called “a society of wizards that excelled in the dark arts and who were especially interested in upholding the values and tradition of pureblooded wizards.” Severus of course had jumped at the chance and over the week that he was given for Christmas holiday he would attend his first meeting of the society.
He couldn’t believe the luck of that day. He thought of her. Her bright smile coming
to mind, and he wondered… Was she really going to be his one day? He didn’t think he could wait. Was it odd that he had clung to her image over the last six years? Odd that he would reach for himself in the dark silence of the dormitory and came to release with only her face in mind? He did not care. She was so much closer to being his, and he was so much closer to a life that he had always wanted.
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