A Hardened Heart
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,583
Reviews:
7
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.
Chapter 1
Title: A Hardened Heart
Disclaimer: Don’t own, Don’t ask, Don’t Tell, but I think this is where she should go with the mess she has left us in. Mind you she might not have quite as much fun with the characters as I do.
Warnings: To Be Confirmed
Pairings: HarryxSeverus
Harry moved slowly his hair moving sloppily against his face as the rain fell lazily through the trees. He had searched through many forests in many places as he searched for the only thing that had haunted his waking and dream filled hours since he had first seen his mentor fall. He no longer had anything else but the unfailing urge to destroy one he had once looked up to as a mentor, had once felt pity for as a friend, had once dreamt of as a lover.
He walked alone, left friends and family behind him, telling them it was for their own good but knowing that he had to escape, escape from a fictitious world he had created, a world of normalcy, where he could have a family of his own, with someone he loved and the friends he adored. He couldn’t stand the thought of them anymore, with their childish hope and dreams for the future. He had left them behind, escaping in the night only a few days after his birthday, so he could make sure they could never find him.
Now all he did was search and he knew he was nearing his goal. In every wood and forest he searched he grew closer to his to the end, eliminating them one by one until only one would remain. He knew that Snape wouldn’t move away from his hidey-hole in a forest somewhere ahead, he didn’t know how he knew but he did. Snape was waiting for something, waiting for him, perhaps, to finish what his godfather had started so many years ago, another who was in his grave inadvertently because of Snape, his failure to teach him something he now found so easy, a block in his mind which now never left, all except a small hole he used to scan people for lies and blackness.
Draco paced the small cabin of his tutor, watching as his mother placed another cold compress on the sweaty brow of a man who had once been his saviour. She tended to him carefully trying to keep him still as he tossed and turned in his sleep.
“I can’t stand this anymore! Why doesn’t he hurry up and get here?” He declared his feet pounding firmly into the ground. His mother turned to face him, her eyes full of sadness and despair. She turned away again, tending to her charge.
“Do you really want him to get here, to kill him, because he won’t wait, he won’t listen to explanations, he will just kill him and us along with him.” Draco sat unceremoniously on to a small rickety chair and placed his head in his hands.
“Anything would be better than watching him die slowly and painfully. As soon as he dies we are gone anyway. So what difference does it make?”
“Serverus doesn’t want us to get involved…”
“I know that! I know all this bullshit that he has been spouting about how he must come to him but I can’t just stand here and watch as he wastes away! I am going and I am gonna bring him back to do what he has to do, whether it is kill us or save us I just can’t wait any longer.” Narcissa’s head bowed slowly in resignation as he son apperated away without a backwards glance.
The rain around him got worse, his senses nulled by the vicious storm that matched his mood. He knew he had to find shelter or risk loosing his own life but still he soldiered on, without logic or reason, with just the burning in his belly telling him he was getting close. He came to the edge of the woods, to a small village. He may be strong enough to brave the world alone but the storm was becoming too much, dulling to many of his senses. He walked quietly through the streets, spotting a small pub that claimed to offer lodgings. He looked up at the rickety wooden badger hanging above the door, the small Latin words etched into the back, showing it was a safe haven for all magical beings. He pushed open the door and walked quietly over to the bar, hoping he had not received any kind of attention from the motley clientele which frequented these small out crops removed from the war.
“What’ll ya ‘ave?” The bartender asked, his one remaining eye attempting to pick out a face from underneath the long black cloak.
“A fire whiskey and a room for the night.” The bartender poured the weak looking mixture into a dirty glass.
“Six Sickles and three. Take room five.” Harry handed over the requested amount, with a little extra for the silence of his host. He knocked back the disgusting liquor, fully knowing that his own urine would probably taste better and prepared to take to his room for the night, to start his search early once again.
“I have information, if you’re willing to pay the price, Harry.”
Disclaimer: Don’t own, Don’t ask, Don’t Tell, but I think this is where she should go with the mess she has left us in. Mind you she might not have quite as much fun with the characters as I do.
Warnings: To Be Confirmed
Pairings: HarryxSeverus
Harry moved slowly his hair moving sloppily against his face as the rain fell lazily through the trees. He had searched through many forests in many places as he searched for the only thing that had haunted his waking and dream filled hours since he had first seen his mentor fall. He no longer had anything else but the unfailing urge to destroy one he had once looked up to as a mentor, had once felt pity for as a friend, had once dreamt of as a lover.
He walked alone, left friends and family behind him, telling them it was for their own good but knowing that he had to escape, escape from a fictitious world he had created, a world of normalcy, where he could have a family of his own, with someone he loved and the friends he adored. He couldn’t stand the thought of them anymore, with their childish hope and dreams for the future. He had left them behind, escaping in the night only a few days after his birthday, so he could make sure they could never find him.
Now all he did was search and he knew he was nearing his goal. In every wood and forest he searched he grew closer to his to the end, eliminating them one by one until only one would remain. He knew that Snape wouldn’t move away from his hidey-hole in a forest somewhere ahead, he didn’t know how he knew but he did. Snape was waiting for something, waiting for him, perhaps, to finish what his godfather had started so many years ago, another who was in his grave inadvertently because of Snape, his failure to teach him something he now found so easy, a block in his mind which now never left, all except a small hole he used to scan people for lies and blackness.
Draco paced the small cabin of his tutor, watching as his mother placed another cold compress on the sweaty brow of a man who had once been his saviour. She tended to him carefully trying to keep him still as he tossed and turned in his sleep.
“I can’t stand this anymore! Why doesn’t he hurry up and get here?” He declared his feet pounding firmly into the ground. His mother turned to face him, her eyes full of sadness and despair. She turned away again, tending to her charge.
“Do you really want him to get here, to kill him, because he won’t wait, he won’t listen to explanations, he will just kill him and us along with him.” Draco sat unceremoniously on to a small rickety chair and placed his head in his hands.
“Anything would be better than watching him die slowly and painfully. As soon as he dies we are gone anyway. So what difference does it make?”
“Serverus doesn’t want us to get involved…”
“I know that! I know all this bullshit that he has been spouting about how he must come to him but I can’t just stand here and watch as he wastes away! I am going and I am gonna bring him back to do what he has to do, whether it is kill us or save us I just can’t wait any longer.” Narcissa’s head bowed slowly in resignation as he son apperated away without a backwards glance.
The rain around him got worse, his senses nulled by the vicious storm that matched his mood. He knew he had to find shelter or risk loosing his own life but still he soldiered on, without logic or reason, with just the burning in his belly telling him he was getting close. He came to the edge of the woods, to a small village. He may be strong enough to brave the world alone but the storm was becoming too much, dulling to many of his senses. He walked quietly through the streets, spotting a small pub that claimed to offer lodgings. He looked up at the rickety wooden badger hanging above the door, the small Latin words etched into the back, showing it was a safe haven for all magical beings. He pushed open the door and walked quietly over to the bar, hoping he had not received any kind of attention from the motley clientele which frequented these small out crops removed from the war.
“What’ll ya ‘ave?” The bartender asked, his one remaining eye attempting to pick out a face from underneath the long black cloak.
“A fire whiskey and a room for the night.” The bartender poured the weak looking mixture into a dirty glass.
“Six Sickles and three. Take room five.” Harry handed over the requested amount, with a little extra for the silence of his host. He knocked back the disgusting liquor, fully knowing that his own urine would probably taste better and prepared to take to his room for the night, to start his search early once again.
“I have information, if you’re willing to pay the price, Harry.”