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Adult +
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16,570
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Chapter 3
Title: The Reason
Chapter: 3/?
Author: Wan
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling created Harry Potter, not me.
Summary: Harry Potter defected to Voldemort, betrayed his closest friends, and turned his back on all he held dear, all for one simple reason... Slash.
Category: Angst, dark, romance
A/N: Thank you for all your lovely reviews. : )
I\'m sorry that I hurt you,
It\'s something I must live with everyday,
And all the pain I put you through,
I wish that I could take it all away,
And be the one who catches all your tears,
That’s why I need you to hear.
A soft caress upon his face roused Severus gradually from unconsciousness. As soft fingers trailed down his cheek, he sighed contentedly and leaned into the caress. For a moment the fingers stilled, then, as he pressed his cheek towards them insistently, continued their languid journey. After a while there was a seeming pause, then Severus felt the fingers trace his lips almost carefully. The sensual touch almost made him purr, but it also alerted his senses, and his eyes flickered open.
Then he bolted upright. He winced as he was jerked back by his collar. Merlin’s balls! He was chained to the majestic four poster bed again, naked upon the black silk sheets. The fingers that were providing him such contentment just seconds ago had been hastily snatched back, and as Severus’ gaze followed those long, slender fingers up a pale arm and slim frame, he found himself staring at Harry Potter.
The young man had removed himself to the foot of the bed as soon as Severus awakened, as if afraid of him lashing out. He stood quietly looking down at Severus, his face closed, hands tucked into the pockets of loose black robes. His rumpled sable hair fell over his eyes, obscuring any thoughts he might be having.
Severus was suddenly very aware of his undressed state. He reached down and pulled up folds of a black quilt, pulling it securely around him. Dignity restored, he lashed out verbally.
“You stupid, cowardly bastard,” He began, but was cut off by Potter’s quiet tone.
“Before you launch into your tirade about the countless flaws in my character, you should know that I could have kept you silent and submissive under Sycus for the rest of your life without the antidote, but didn’t.”
“Oh, that magnanimous act is enough to erase your traitorous backstabbing, is it?” Severus returned sarcastically. “Now, Potter, you are going to free me and we are going to leave this place. Then you are going to explain yourself to Albus. You can be sure that this time he won’t just smile and forgive you, no matter how childish this is, and how cowardly!”
“Oh, he won’t. He’s dead.”
Severus stared at him, gaping, dignity forgotten. Potter gave him a faint, almost apologetic smile, as if sorry for forgetting an errand, then continued.
“I killed him.”
Collar forgotten, Severus lunged for him, snarling epithets. Of course, his fingers found only air, and even as he collapsed into a screaming heap onto the sheets, Potter remained immobile, green eyes emotionless.
“You ungrateful, crazy, traitor! He treated you like his own son! He trusted you completely! Why did you do it? Why did you kill him? Why did you betray him, betray us? Why? ”
Energy spent, he huddled into a small grief-stricken ball, burrowing into the black sheets. Potter was forgotten as his anguish ate at him, and he lay motionless, oblivious to the thick torrent of tears streaking down his face.
Albus Dumbledore had been father, friend, and sometime lover to him; he had been the only one to trust him when everyone else turned away, and the first one to offer friendship, and later, his total love. He was the reason Severus had continued to live out his otherwise miserable existence.
And now his comforting presence had winked out of being.
Severus embraced his anguish and wept.
At the foot of his bed, Harry reached out a hand, wanting to comfort the grieving man, but stilled his action. Instead, he turned away, and for a moment, tears shone unshed in his luminous green eyes. An almost inaudible whisper escaped his lips.
“I’m sorry... I did it for you, all for you.”
He straightened, mask falling back into place, and left the chamber, leaving the other man to his grief. Later, when Severus had cried himself to sleep, he would come back and sit beside him, and watch him till dawn.
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Severus was awakened by his growling stomach. He stirred, unwilling to get up and satisfy his bodily demand for sustenance. Then he remembered that Albus was dead, all was lost, and his eyes shot open. He winced; his eyes hurt mightily after his crying session. He had never had cause to cry before, not because he was an emotionless, uncaring bastard, but because Albus had always been there to dry up his tears with his strange pink polka dotted handkerchief before they fell. The grief grew in his stomach again, a hungrier creature than hunger itself, and devoured at him till he felt numb and uncaring about all else. He lay on one side, eyes wide open and staring, mind numb.
Albus is lost. The war is lost.
All that he had worked for, all that he had lived for, was lost. All because of Potter’s cowardice.
But it can’t be his cowardice. Potter had proven his courage and lack of concern for his own life on several occasions, even shielding Albus himself from an attack of Cruciatus during one battle.
First he saves him, then he kills him. Ironic, isn’t it.
Although a small part of him puzzled over Potter’s strange behavior, the larger part of him was battling emotions of grief and rage at Potter. His fingers clenched.
Potter, he thought in anger, letting the emotion erase the numbness created by grief, even as his nails dug bloody gouges in his palm.
When Potter next entered the chamber, bearing a tray of food, Severus was calm. He set the tray on the table beside the bed and sat himself at a plush crimson armchair some distance away from the bed. Severus ignored him. Instead, he picked up the spoon provided and proceeded to eat the noodles without the aid of a fork. He ate methodically, scooping up strands of noodles and spooning them in his mouth before they unraveled and fell off. All the while the both of them remained silent, Severus focussing on his meal, Potter watching him quietly. Then he finished his food, and after a while Potter got up from his seat and walked to Severus’ bedside to collect the tray.
The bastard smelled of clean soap. Severus thought of Albus’ corpse, stinking somewhere under the ground, or worse yet, reduced to ashes, and suddenly he leapt forward and dragged Potter onto the bed, hands closing round the latter’s neck.
His hands tightened, and he felt the pure rage take over, channeling emotion into strength in a bid to murder the younger man. He was faintly shocked by how easily threw him off. Apparently his captivity had weakened him considerably. That vague shock swelled when Potter pinned him to the bed, eyes blazing with a strange light, than lowered his head and savagely kissed him. Too surprised to resist, he stared in confusion when Potter raised his face from his bruised lips. He continued staring blankly even as the door slammed closed and he was left alone with his own bewilderment.
TBC
Chapter: 3/?
Author: Wan
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling created Harry Potter, not me.
Summary: Harry Potter defected to Voldemort, betrayed his closest friends, and turned his back on all he held dear, all for one simple reason... Slash.
Category: Angst, dark, romance
A/N: Thank you for all your lovely reviews. : )
I\'m sorry that I hurt you,
It\'s something I must live with everyday,
And all the pain I put you through,
I wish that I could take it all away,
And be the one who catches all your tears,
That’s why I need you to hear.
A soft caress upon his face roused Severus gradually from unconsciousness. As soft fingers trailed down his cheek, he sighed contentedly and leaned into the caress. For a moment the fingers stilled, then, as he pressed his cheek towards them insistently, continued their languid journey. After a while there was a seeming pause, then Severus felt the fingers trace his lips almost carefully. The sensual touch almost made him purr, but it also alerted his senses, and his eyes flickered open.
Then he bolted upright. He winced as he was jerked back by his collar. Merlin’s balls! He was chained to the majestic four poster bed again, naked upon the black silk sheets. The fingers that were providing him such contentment just seconds ago had been hastily snatched back, and as Severus’ gaze followed those long, slender fingers up a pale arm and slim frame, he found himself staring at Harry Potter.
The young man had removed himself to the foot of the bed as soon as Severus awakened, as if afraid of him lashing out. He stood quietly looking down at Severus, his face closed, hands tucked into the pockets of loose black robes. His rumpled sable hair fell over his eyes, obscuring any thoughts he might be having.
Severus was suddenly very aware of his undressed state. He reached down and pulled up folds of a black quilt, pulling it securely around him. Dignity restored, he lashed out verbally.
“You stupid, cowardly bastard,” He began, but was cut off by Potter’s quiet tone.
“Before you launch into your tirade about the countless flaws in my character, you should know that I could have kept you silent and submissive under Sycus for the rest of your life without the antidote, but didn’t.”
“Oh, that magnanimous act is enough to erase your traitorous backstabbing, is it?” Severus returned sarcastically. “Now, Potter, you are going to free me and we are going to leave this place. Then you are going to explain yourself to Albus. You can be sure that this time he won’t just smile and forgive you, no matter how childish this is, and how cowardly!”
“Oh, he won’t. He’s dead.”
Severus stared at him, gaping, dignity forgotten. Potter gave him a faint, almost apologetic smile, as if sorry for forgetting an errand, then continued.
“I killed him.”
Collar forgotten, Severus lunged for him, snarling epithets. Of course, his fingers found only air, and even as he collapsed into a screaming heap onto the sheets, Potter remained immobile, green eyes emotionless.
“You ungrateful, crazy, traitor! He treated you like his own son! He trusted you completely! Why did you do it? Why did you kill him? Why did you betray him, betray us? Why? ”
Energy spent, he huddled into a small grief-stricken ball, burrowing into the black sheets. Potter was forgotten as his anguish ate at him, and he lay motionless, oblivious to the thick torrent of tears streaking down his face.
Albus Dumbledore had been father, friend, and sometime lover to him; he had been the only one to trust him when everyone else turned away, and the first one to offer friendship, and later, his total love. He was the reason Severus had continued to live out his otherwise miserable existence.
And now his comforting presence had winked out of being.
Severus embraced his anguish and wept.
At the foot of his bed, Harry reached out a hand, wanting to comfort the grieving man, but stilled his action. Instead, he turned away, and for a moment, tears shone unshed in his luminous green eyes. An almost inaudible whisper escaped his lips.
“I’m sorry... I did it for you, all for you.”
He straightened, mask falling back into place, and left the chamber, leaving the other man to his grief. Later, when Severus had cried himself to sleep, he would come back and sit beside him, and watch him till dawn.
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Severus was awakened by his growling stomach. He stirred, unwilling to get up and satisfy his bodily demand for sustenance. Then he remembered that Albus was dead, all was lost, and his eyes shot open. He winced; his eyes hurt mightily after his crying session. He had never had cause to cry before, not because he was an emotionless, uncaring bastard, but because Albus had always been there to dry up his tears with his strange pink polka dotted handkerchief before they fell. The grief grew in his stomach again, a hungrier creature than hunger itself, and devoured at him till he felt numb and uncaring about all else. He lay on one side, eyes wide open and staring, mind numb.
Albus is lost. The war is lost.
All that he had worked for, all that he had lived for, was lost. All because of Potter’s cowardice.
But it can’t be his cowardice. Potter had proven his courage and lack of concern for his own life on several occasions, even shielding Albus himself from an attack of Cruciatus during one battle.
First he saves him, then he kills him. Ironic, isn’t it.
Although a small part of him puzzled over Potter’s strange behavior, the larger part of him was battling emotions of grief and rage at Potter. His fingers clenched.
Potter, he thought in anger, letting the emotion erase the numbness created by grief, even as his nails dug bloody gouges in his palm.
When Potter next entered the chamber, bearing a tray of food, Severus was calm. He set the tray on the table beside the bed and sat himself at a plush crimson armchair some distance away from the bed. Severus ignored him. Instead, he picked up the spoon provided and proceeded to eat the noodles without the aid of a fork. He ate methodically, scooping up strands of noodles and spooning them in his mouth before they unraveled and fell off. All the while the both of them remained silent, Severus focussing on his meal, Potter watching him quietly. Then he finished his food, and after a while Potter got up from his seat and walked to Severus’ bedside to collect the tray.
The bastard smelled of clean soap. Severus thought of Albus’ corpse, stinking somewhere under the ground, or worse yet, reduced to ashes, and suddenly he leapt forward and dragged Potter onto the bed, hands closing round the latter’s neck.
His hands tightened, and he felt the pure rage take over, channeling emotion into strength in a bid to murder the younger man. He was faintly shocked by how easily threw him off. Apparently his captivity had weakened him considerably. That vague shock swelled when Potter pinned him to the bed, eyes blazing with a strange light, than lowered his head and savagely kissed him. Too surprised to resist, he stared in confusion when Potter raised his face from his bruised lips. He continued staring blankly even as the door slammed closed and he was left alone with his own bewilderment.
TBC