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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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4,904
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13
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Currently Reading:
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Now what?
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Chapter One
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War, it is a word that is known in any language we speak. Universal is it's meaning to all those whom have seen it . Courage is sometimes a byproduct just as Honor is, both born from the forages of battle. In the end, however, it is but these four things that above all else are remembered:
(1) Blood - It runs like rivers out of the injured, dead, or dying just as easily as water.
(2) Fear - A stench that hangs in the air so thick you can almost touch it.
(3) Violence - Horrors that shatters the soul and rocks the world on its axis, leaving everyone and everything reeling from its carnage.
(4) Death - That shows no mercy for it cares not of your race, creed, or status in life. It strikes without meaning, reason, or rhyme. It ravages all with the casualties on both sides of the war. And for every loss of life a terrible price is payed.
This is a common knowledge amongst every walk of life. Especially for one young man who was shown more than his fair share of all four in twenty years than any other before him. A man named, Harry Potter.
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Water shouldn't be red. Somewhere in Harry's mind this fact registered but couldn't seem to give a damn. Sitting in a tub at Grimmauld Place, Harry didn't much give a shit about anything anymore. The war was over and they had won.
Now what?
He emptied the water and refilled it for the third time. Harry was still mostly covered in blood and it wouldn't go away. He scrubbed and had for what seemed to be hours but there was still blood on his body. Maybe he was bleeding? Maybe all of it was his blood and he was dying. But no that wasn't right. Harry knew Madam Pomfrey had given him a clean bill of health, meaning it all belonged to someone else. Harry scrubbed harder with the scrub brush at every patch of skin only to see more blood.
Now what?
It was the second time his mind had asked him that but he had no answers. If Dumbledore were still alive then perhaps he would have known. However, he'd been murdered in his sixth year by Severus Snape and wasn't around to do much chatting. Maybe if Arthur Weasley were still breathing he could advise him, but no, he was killed in the final battle leaving Ron and his siblings fatherless. He could have asked Professor McGonagall but well one didn't ask someone who was in a coma for advise and expect an answer. Remus might have told him to live it up now that he was free. Of course that's kind of hard to say when your impaled by tree limbs looking like some forgotten doll, broken and tossed aside.
"Harry?" a voice called through the door.
He didn't want to answer. Answering calls was what got him here in the first place. If only he hadn't opened that first letter from Hogwarts things might have been different. Harry never noticed when the blood was now his own as it flowed from his raw broken skin.
"Harry, mate, open up." another voice called.
Or was it another voice? It sounded the same and yet he knew the second was different. Meaning the twins were at the door. Wonderful.
The door unlocked when he chose yet again to ignore the voices again. The twins looked in at him as he scrubbed at his skin to remove the blood. Harry was hit with a spell one of the twins threw at him and his only thought was if the blood would ever come off.
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Life has a funny way of working it self out in the end, one way or another. Even after such great destruction that war brings, life begins anew come morning.
"Will he be alright?" Alastor Moody spoke from somewhere off to his left.
Harry had returned to the land of the living about an hour ago judging by the school bells but he refused to open his eyes just yet. You learn so much when others believed you weren't aware.
Madam Pomfrey spoke in hushed tones. "He'll be fine headmaster. The abrasions on his arms were from scrubbing too hard. The boys found him in the bath trying to remove all the blood and he must have been a little to vigorous. What in all comes down to is that physically he is right as rain again. Mentally? We will just have to keep an eye on him, Alastor. Harry has been through so much that I don't know how he'll deal with all of this?"
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AN:/ Remember, reviews feed the muses so they are welcome. Thanks to those whom have already left a review. I hope to have more soon.
Chapter One
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
War, it is a word that is known in any language we speak. Universal is it's meaning to all those whom have seen it . Courage is sometimes a byproduct just as Honor is, both born from the forages of battle. In the end, however, it is but these four things that above all else are remembered:
(1) Blood - It runs like rivers out of the injured, dead, or dying just as easily as water.
(2) Fear - A stench that hangs in the air so thick you can almost touch it.
(3) Violence - Horrors that shatters the soul and rocks the world on its axis, leaving everyone and everything reeling from its carnage.
(4) Death - That shows no mercy for it cares not of your race, creed, or status in life. It strikes without meaning, reason, or rhyme. It ravages all with the casualties on both sides of the war. And for every loss of life a terrible price is payed.
This is a common knowledge amongst every walk of life. Especially for one young man who was shown more than his fair share of all four in twenty years than any other before him. A man named, Harry Potter.
~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~
Water shouldn't be red. Somewhere in Harry's mind this fact registered but couldn't seem to give a damn. Sitting in a tub at Grimmauld Place, Harry didn't much give a shit about anything anymore. The war was over and they had won.
Now what?
He emptied the water and refilled it for the third time. Harry was still mostly covered in blood and it wouldn't go away. He scrubbed and had for what seemed to be hours but there was still blood on his body. Maybe he was bleeding? Maybe all of it was his blood and he was dying. But no that wasn't right. Harry knew Madam Pomfrey had given him a clean bill of health, meaning it all belonged to someone else. Harry scrubbed harder with the scrub brush at every patch of skin only to see more blood.
Now what?
It was the second time his mind had asked him that but he had no answers. If Dumbledore were still alive then perhaps he would have known. However, he'd been murdered in his sixth year by Severus Snape and wasn't around to do much chatting. Maybe if Arthur Weasley were still breathing he could advise him, but no, he was killed in the final battle leaving Ron and his siblings fatherless. He could have asked Professor McGonagall but well one didn't ask someone who was in a coma for advise and expect an answer. Remus might have told him to live it up now that he was free. Of course that's kind of hard to say when your impaled by tree limbs looking like some forgotten doll, broken and tossed aside.
"Harry?" a voice called through the door.
He didn't want to answer. Answering calls was what got him here in the first place. If only he hadn't opened that first letter from Hogwarts things might have been different. Harry never noticed when the blood was now his own as it flowed from his raw broken skin.
"Harry, mate, open up." another voice called.
Or was it another voice? It sounded the same and yet he knew the second was different. Meaning the twins were at the door. Wonderful.
The door unlocked when he chose yet again to ignore the voices again. The twins looked in at him as he scrubbed at his skin to remove the blood. Harry was hit with a spell one of the twins threw at him and his only thought was if the blood would ever come off.
~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~
Life has a funny way of working it self out in the end, one way or another. Even after such great destruction that war brings, life begins anew come morning.
"Will he be alright?" Alastor Moody spoke from somewhere off to his left.
Harry had returned to the land of the living about an hour ago judging by the school bells but he refused to open his eyes just yet. You learn so much when others believed you weren't aware.
Madam Pomfrey spoke in hushed tones. "He'll be fine headmaster. The abrasions on his arms were from scrubbing too hard. The boys found him in the bath trying to remove all the blood and he must have been a little to vigorous. What in all comes down to is that physically he is right as rain again. Mentally? We will just have to keep an eye on him, Alastor. Harry has been through so much that I don't know how he'll deal with all of this?"
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AN:/ Remember, reviews feed the muses so they are welcome. Thanks to those whom have already left a review. I hope to have more soon.