The Dark Prince
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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2,315
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10
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Severus Snape groaned at the pounding on his door, lifting his head and glaring at it with black eyes. He wondered just who would be pestering him at this time of night, or morning, as it was nearly four. He rose wiped his eyes as he brushed his black hair from his face, “What the hell do you want?” He barked at his door.
“Good morning to you too, Severus.” Dumbledore’s cheerful voice drifted through, “I will expect you in my office in only a few minutes. You have a very interesting visitor who needs to speak with you.”
Snape could hear the headmaster hum as he paced away and he growled as he rose and went about dressing. This had to be some trick, as the potions master never received ‘visitors’, especially not this time of day. He combed and slicked his hair, pinching the bridge of his beaky nose as he sneered into his mirror. Lacking a shower and a nice cup of coffee, he was ready to face the headmaster and this mysterious visitor. He strode from his bedroom to his sitting room and tossed some floo powder into the fireplace, “Headmaster’s office,” he growled as he stepped into the green flames.
He stepped into Dumbledore’s office with the mind to give the headmaster hell when he stopped dead, “Seneco!” He rushed to the man’s side and reached to cup his face.
“Master Snape.” Seneco’s tone was one of relief as he looked up at Snape, his mask still in place though he had let his cowl fall back to reveal black hair that was bound by a white tie and fell in a wave to his shoulder blades. “I’m sorry to disturb you so late, err, early, Master.” He whispered.
Snape shook his head, looking from the headmaster to the room’s other occupant. His eyes narrowed and he released Seneco, straightening, “Potter. Why are you here?” He sneered.
“Because I just happened to run right into your friend here.” Harry bit back, narrowing his eyes in return.
“Now, now, I expect civility here.” Dumbledore spoke firmly, smiling at Seneco, “Would you like a lemon drop?”
Seneco shook his head, “N-no thank you, Sir…”
“I will make no apologies in regards to Seneco, Albus.” Snape spoke firmly, turning his gaze to the twinkling headmaster, “I had taken a wizards oath and was not about to risk our whole operation just to inform you Voldemort had a son. I am sure you understand.”
“Of course, Severus, and I expect no apologies, just an explanation up to this point. Can you tell me a bit about yourself, Seneco?” Dumbledore looked at Seneco curiously.
“May I request that this be done without Potter’s presence?” Snape said calmly, his gaze flicking to Harry.
Seneco quickly shook his head, “Please, Master, I would like him to know. He deserves to know as much as Professor Dumbledore.”
Snape looked at Seneco and nodded slowly, “Anything you do not want to say, don’t. Tell them your story then…”
“I… Very well, though I do not even know where to begin…” Seneco whispered.
“Take your time, Seneco. There is no rush here.” Dumbledore whispered kindly.
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I know, it is starting off kind of slow, but it'll pick up soon, promise!
Severus Snape groaned at the pounding on his door, lifting his head and glaring at it with black eyes. He wondered just who would be pestering him at this time of night, or morning, as it was nearly four. He rose wiped his eyes as he brushed his black hair from his face, “What the hell do you want?” He barked at his door.
“Good morning to you too, Severus.” Dumbledore’s cheerful voice drifted through, “I will expect you in my office in only a few minutes. You have a very interesting visitor who needs to speak with you.”
Snape could hear the headmaster hum as he paced away and he growled as he rose and went about dressing. This had to be some trick, as the potions master never received ‘visitors’, especially not this time of day. He combed and slicked his hair, pinching the bridge of his beaky nose as he sneered into his mirror. Lacking a shower and a nice cup of coffee, he was ready to face the headmaster and this mysterious visitor. He strode from his bedroom to his sitting room and tossed some floo powder into the fireplace, “Headmaster’s office,” he growled as he stepped into the green flames.
He stepped into Dumbledore’s office with the mind to give the headmaster hell when he stopped dead, “Seneco!” He rushed to the man’s side and reached to cup his face.
“Master Snape.” Seneco’s tone was one of relief as he looked up at Snape, his mask still in place though he had let his cowl fall back to reveal black hair that was bound by a white tie and fell in a wave to his shoulder blades. “I’m sorry to disturb you so late, err, early, Master.” He whispered.
Snape shook his head, looking from the headmaster to the room’s other occupant. His eyes narrowed and he released Seneco, straightening, “Potter. Why are you here?” He sneered.
“Because I just happened to run right into your friend here.” Harry bit back, narrowing his eyes in return.
“Now, now, I expect civility here.” Dumbledore spoke firmly, smiling at Seneco, “Would you like a lemon drop?”
Seneco shook his head, “N-no thank you, Sir…”
“I will make no apologies in regards to Seneco, Albus.” Snape spoke firmly, turning his gaze to the twinkling headmaster, “I had taken a wizards oath and was not about to risk our whole operation just to inform you Voldemort had a son. I am sure you understand.”
“Of course, Severus, and I expect no apologies, just an explanation up to this point. Can you tell me a bit about yourself, Seneco?” Dumbledore looked at Seneco curiously.
“May I request that this be done without Potter’s presence?” Snape said calmly, his gaze flicking to Harry.
Seneco quickly shook his head, “Please, Master, I would like him to know. He deserves to know as much as Professor Dumbledore.”
Snape looked at Seneco and nodded slowly, “Anything you do not want to say, don’t. Tell them your story then…”
“I… Very well, though I do not even know where to begin…” Seneco whispered.
“Take your time, Seneco. There is no rush here.” Dumbledore whispered kindly.
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I know, it is starting off kind of slow, but it'll pick up soon, promise!