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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
13,726
Reviews:
20
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.
The Hidden Debate
Harrys’ POV
“We are here,” the traitor says to me as he throws open an obviously heavy carved wooden door. Snape thrusts me inside before I even have time to ponder what the strange markings may be. The man I once trusted enough call an allay follows behind pulling the door behind him.
I stand in silence for a few pulse pounding moments taking in my surroundings. The room is on the large side. Upon both the western and eastern walls were floor to ceiling bookshelves. On the northern wall just over a marble fireplace, there is what seems to be a family portrait. A beautiful woman with violet eyes and cupids bow lips painted the lightest shade of pink holds a scowling boy with matching blue-black hair and fair complexion in her lap.
As I stare at this discovery I begin to focus on the child, there is something about him, for I am sure it is a boy of about four years old that puzzles me. Then like a bolt of lightening the realization hits, and I then round upon my captor.
End POV
“The boy in the portrait is you Snape?! You’re housing them in your home! How else have you betrayed the Order you snake?” Harry shouts as tears of white hot anger roll down his face.
Snapes POV
As I enter after Harry I watch as the boy takes in his surroundings. I find myself wanting to know just what it is he’s thinking. I did not have to wait very long to find out just that. My students’ words sting me and the hatred contained within them oozes through me like toxic venom. Rage the likes of which I have never felt seizes me. Not quite myself I step fourth I see shock register upon the teens face as he lands on his bum before me. I am momentarily puzzled as I watch him on the floor rubbing his reddened cheek. It dawns on me now that I must have stricken him. Severus you must collect yourself and calm down else Harry won’t believe what you are about to tell him…
End POV
Harry couldn’t think of a time when he hated the potions master more then he did at this moment.
“What’s the matter Snape? Can’t stand to be called out?” the Gryffindor asked with all the contempt he could muster.
“Shut up potter! You know nothing of me or why I do what I do. So for once in your life close your ruddy mouth and open your ears!!”
Something in Harry’s face must have shown his curiosity because Severus Snape extended his hand and helped Harry to his feet.
Harry’s POV
He slapped me, the prick! Even as I think this part of me feels as though I somehow deserved it and so much more for the things I have said and done to him over the years. This is the wonderful thing about the thought process; it is a private thing unless you choose to make it public. In this case I choose not to do so. Instead I choose to focus on what Snape is saying, thinking that perhaps in doing so I may gain vital information to bring the death eaters down for good. Once again I find myself listening to the greasy shit heads ranting about how I don’t know him and so on. Ah here we are it is the part of the speech where the “professor,” I use the term loosely, tells me I am just like my dad. I wait on bated breath for the expected sentence.
Much to my surprise the traitor doesn’t say it. He has instead offered his hand to help me up!! Okay what the fuck is up here?!! I guess there is only one way to find out. After taking a few moments to consider my options I take the hand that is offered to me. I do not underestimate my foes oh no, I follow the old adage, “Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.”
End POV
As the Gryffindor takes his captors hand he forces himself to relax. After all it will do him no good to feign trust with a tense hand. Severus then guides Harry back over to the portrait above the fireplace. The potions master looks from the painting back at the boy, no man who lived.
Severus POV
I can see now that the only way to make potter believe and understand me is to tell him the story that Dumbledore has asked me not to tell him unless it is absolutely necessary for me to do so. Well I don’t know what the old man would consider absolutely necessary but gaining potter’s cooperation in saving both their lives qualified to him…
Note please forgive any mistakes in spelling or grammar I have not heard from my beta in almost two months. So I am doing the best I can… Thanks!!
“We are here,” the traitor says to me as he throws open an obviously heavy carved wooden door. Snape thrusts me inside before I even have time to ponder what the strange markings may be. The man I once trusted enough call an allay follows behind pulling the door behind him.
I stand in silence for a few pulse pounding moments taking in my surroundings. The room is on the large side. Upon both the western and eastern walls were floor to ceiling bookshelves. On the northern wall just over a marble fireplace, there is what seems to be a family portrait. A beautiful woman with violet eyes and cupids bow lips painted the lightest shade of pink holds a scowling boy with matching blue-black hair and fair complexion in her lap.
As I stare at this discovery I begin to focus on the child, there is something about him, for I am sure it is a boy of about four years old that puzzles me. Then like a bolt of lightening the realization hits, and I then round upon my captor.
End POV
“The boy in the portrait is you Snape?! You’re housing them in your home! How else have you betrayed the Order you snake?” Harry shouts as tears of white hot anger roll down his face.
Snapes POV
As I enter after Harry I watch as the boy takes in his surroundings. I find myself wanting to know just what it is he’s thinking. I did not have to wait very long to find out just that. My students’ words sting me and the hatred contained within them oozes through me like toxic venom. Rage the likes of which I have never felt seizes me. Not quite myself I step fourth I see shock register upon the teens face as he lands on his bum before me. I am momentarily puzzled as I watch him on the floor rubbing his reddened cheek. It dawns on me now that I must have stricken him. Severus you must collect yourself and calm down else Harry won’t believe what you are about to tell him…
End POV
Harry couldn’t think of a time when he hated the potions master more then he did at this moment.
“What’s the matter Snape? Can’t stand to be called out?” the Gryffindor asked with all the contempt he could muster.
“Shut up potter! You know nothing of me or why I do what I do. So for once in your life close your ruddy mouth and open your ears!!”
Something in Harry’s face must have shown his curiosity because Severus Snape extended his hand and helped Harry to his feet.
Harry’s POV
He slapped me, the prick! Even as I think this part of me feels as though I somehow deserved it and so much more for the things I have said and done to him over the years. This is the wonderful thing about the thought process; it is a private thing unless you choose to make it public. In this case I choose not to do so. Instead I choose to focus on what Snape is saying, thinking that perhaps in doing so I may gain vital information to bring the death eaters down for good. Once again I find myself listening to the greasy shit heads ranting about how I don’t know him and so on. Ah here we are it is the part of the speech where the “professor,” I use the term loosely, tells me I am just like my dad. I wait on bated breath for the expected sentence.
Much to my surprise the traitor doesn’t say it. He has instead offered his hand to help me up!! Okay what the fuck is up here?!! I guess there is only one way to find out. After taking a few moments to consider my options I take the hand that is offered to me. I do not underestimate my foes oh no, I follow the old adage, “Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.”
End POV
As the Gryffindor takes his captors hand he forces himself to relax. After all it will do him no good to feign trust with a tense hand. Severus then guides Harry back over to the portrait above the fireplace. The potions master looks from the painting back at the boy, no man who lived.
Severus POV
I can see now that the only way to make potter believe and understand me is to tell him the story that Dumbledore has asked me not to tell him unless it is absolutely necessary for me to do so. Well I don’t know what the old man would consider absolutely necessary but gaining potter’s cooperation in saving both their lives qualified to him…
Note please forgive any mistakes in spelling or grammar I have not heard from my beta in almost two months. So I am doing the best I can… Thanks!!