The death dancer

IMPORTANT BEFORE READING: This chapter is the only one which haven't been rewritten yet. All the other chapter is OK. I hope you can read this perticular chapter anyway.


The Death Dancer


Harry looked down at his feet. He knew that Snape hated him but did the man have to make it so obvious? It seemed like he was not wanted anywhere. All people did was to yell at him or hit him. What did he do wrong? Why didn’t people like him? He tried hard to make people like him. But they never did. No one cared about him. Perhaps he didn’t deserve people’s kindness. Perhaps he was a freak and bastard. And maybe, just maybe he shouldn’t bother people anymore... he could finish it... but he couldn’t do it yet. He couldn’t carry on to the next life yet without full filling his duties.

Snape and Dumbledore exchanged looks over Potter’s head. The headmaster looked worried over Harry whom did not speak nor move. He seemed frozen, staring into space.

“Harry? Do you not have anything to say about this?” Albus asked kindly.

Harry looked up slightly with unhappy eyes.

“No Sir. Perhaps it’s better if I go back to the orphan, I don’t mind. But I will do whatever you say sir,” he replied quietly.

“Surely you don’t want to go back to those muggles Potter they wasn’t treating you right!” Snape snapped.

“They gave me what I needed. Food, a room, a job. They did a lot for me sir.”

“You worked in a sex shop Potter! And you weren’t fed enough. nor did you get a proper room!” Snape yelled.

Harry shrugged.

“I lived.”

“Curse your ignorance Potter!”

“Severus! That’s quite enough!” said Albus sharply. “Please show young Potter to your place,” he continued.

Snape nodded curtly.

“Follow me Potter,” he snapped.

Harry trailed behind Snape. It was a bit hard to keep up to Snape but it didn’t show and Snape never noticed.

They stopped across a painting. But Snape faced the wall. Harry thought it to be odd when the painting was behind them but he didn’t ask.

“Snake Heir,” said Snape.

A golden door formed on the empty wall. Harry stared.

“What are you waiting for Potter? A written invitation?” Snape snarled and Harry noticed that the man held the door open for him. He had been so busy staring that he hadn’t noticed. He went inside quickly and stood aside so Snape could enter as well. He laid his arms behind his back and waited for a command just like Madam Dran and Evan had taught him.

“Well?” Snape said after a while with his arms crossed.

“Yes sir?” he asked.

“Are you just going to stand there all day?”

“No sir,” he said quickly. “Would you like me to clean, cook, run an errand or-“he began to say and ticked of his tasks on his fingers.

“Hold it! Why would I ask you to do that?” Snape said with his face unreadable.

Harry fidgeted.

“I, I just thought...”

“Yes?”

“I just thought that you wanted me to make right for my stay. Sir.”

Snape stared at him before he turned around and disappeared into a room and slammed the door after him without a word. Harry was at a loss of what to do so he sat down on the floor next to the sofa. He didn’t want a beating for sitting down where he shouldn’t uninvited. He soon fell asleep on the floor behind the sofa in a tight little ball.

Snape’s POV

I can’t believe he said that! It reminds me of how I was treated when I was young! Snape thought when he stormed into his lab room.

He did what he always did when he was upset. He made a complicated potion and was so focused that he forgot all about the things going on around him accept for the potion. He even forgot a little green eyed abused boy out in his livingroom.

Snape woke up with his face in a book the next morning in his office. He was confused first until he understood where he was. He had fallen asleep in his office many times before. He felt like he should remember something but he couldn’t figure it out. He stood up and stretched and accidentally stepped on his Slytherin, emerald green scarf.

“Emerald green, hmmm... emerald green... Potter! Oh shit!” he said and hurried outside.

“He have better not wrecked my rooms or I’ll...” he gritted out while he stormed away. He stopped in the living room. It was looking exactly like it had when he had left it. He did a quick check in the kitchen, bathroom, and the guestroom.

It was untouched.

“Where the hell is he?” he said frustrated.

Most people wouldn’t believe it if they were told that Snape actually walked around and talked to himself when he was frustrated and alone, but he did...

He began to worry and feeling a little scared. Only because I’ll get the blame if he is found dead, he convinced himself.

He was about to race out from his quarters when a foot stuck out from behind the sofa. Snape frowned and walked around it. And there he was.

Lying pathetically on the floor while he was worrying his head off.

And normally the professor became relieved but it soon turned to anger.

“POTTER” he bellowed.

End Of Pov

Harry jumped up startled. He had no idea of who’d been calling his name but he knew it was a man and he’d better answer.

“Yes sir!” he said.

“Why were you sleeping on the floor Potter?” Snape yelled.

Harry began to tremble but he kept his voice clear.

“I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to, it won’t happen again sir!” he said and looked straight forward like his uncle had once taught him.

“Look at me!” Snape snarled.

Harry’s head snapped up.

Snape sighed.

He had always had a short temper but once he had exploded he cooled down pretty fast. Snape raised his arm. Harry shrunk back and protected his face in his arms. Snape stared dumbfounded at what was now the saviour. A trembling lump of over sized cloths.

Snape looked at his raised arm and back to Harry until a look of recognition flashed over his face.

He slowly let his arm drop to his side.

“Potter, stop crying... or whatever it is that you’re doing. I wasn’t going to hit you. I was just going to touch my hair. Do you hear me?”

Harry nodded and looked up. There was no sigh of tears in his eyes. Just fear.

“Get up Potter. I’ll show you your room,” he said quietly.

Harry nodded and followed. He couldn’t believe that he had freaked. It was embarrassing!