The Things He Never Said
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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7,749
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22
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Confessions and Accusations
Chapter 3: Confessions and Accusations
A whole week! 1 whole week, and the brat still hasn’t been brought to me.
“And your news, Severus?”
Severus stared blankly at the Headmaster – unconsciously following the Headmaster’s pacing until he himself drifted off into though. He felt partially to blame for the brat’s disappearance. If he hadn’t been so blatantly rude to the boy for the past five and a half years, Harry would still be here. But, because of his unwillingness to let go of the past, he’s gone. They’re not even sure he’ll return this year to Hogwarts, because really…What reason would he have to do so? They only ever lied, cheated, manipulated, and used him for their own selfish gain.
“He had every right to leave.”
Dumbledore almost missed the whispered comment in his frantic thoughts, but catching the words in the back of his mind; he swiftly turned towards the man and glared fiercely.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me. We’ve been no good for him. No good at all. Especially you, Dumbledore. You sent him to that God awful place for the express purpose of isolating him from magic, didn’t you/ You brought him here at the impressionable age of 11 without him knowing a shred of magic and wooed him with your twinkling eyes and vast knowledge of things most likely far beyond his imagination. You tricked him into thinking you were some sort of God on Earth here to rescue and guide him, yet every summer, you sent him back to his own personal hell with the lie that some ancient magic was there to protect him, when really, the only thing there was the ward system whose only use was to spy on the boy. You knew daily what was going on and you never once said a word. Why? Because you liked things just the way they were. Well now, you lose, because you failed to realize the boy would grow up and see you for what you really are. A monster and a coward.”
“And you?”
The words hissed angrily past the headmaster’s lips at the challenging stare. No one since the early Thomas Marvolo Riddle dared question his decisions, and whether true or not, he wasn’t going to stand for it. Yes, he’d done all those things, and no, he hadn’t foreseen this unfortunate mistake and so he has no plan. Dumbledore’s always been scolded for his tendency to be overly optimistic and foolhardy in his plans. He constantly took the phrase “There’s no way but up” to a whole new level .All his plans should work. They’re his for Merlin’s sake. There’s no failure for Albus Brian Dumbledore in this lifetime.
“You’ve made his school life hell with your detentions and your hate and your original bigotry. “All related to James Potter are arrogant little brats deserving of nothing yet getting everything. To someone else, you’d seem jealous, but I know the truth. You wished him dead!”
“No! I never wished such a thing! I do not deny that I far from regret Potter senior and Black’s deaths, but never ever ever have I wished upon Harry, death. If anything, I’d pity him that he is so tainted by such a despicable family line. I hated James Potter, yes. And I regret every moment I’ve allowed his dark cloud to blind me of the truth, because immediately would I have corrected your gregarious mistakes. So do not think I deny having made his life just that much more painful, but I deny your claims of me being anywhere near your level of horror. You can spend your age in time repenting for what you’ve done to that boy, and you’ll never be forgiven. I just hope I am not locked in the same boat set sail to the middle of nowhere and beyond as you!
And that was it. Severus slammed the door on his way out and missed the teacup that was hurled for his head. The glass fixture crashed into the door and with a high-pitched blow, cracked, and fell to the floor – now useless in its designated purpose.
“Greasy, slytherin, potion-stained, vampire bat of a git!”
Dumbledore verbally abused Snape with every word he’d heard the children use against the man, and for good measure, threw the teapot itself at the door. It too, he watched become suddenly useless.
“Bloody…!”
He sat down heavily in his chair and sighed. He’d never predicted this, and so he’d have to think up something fast.
“I need that boy! Damn it!”
If only he knew where the brat’s gone.
A whole week! 1 whole week, and the brat still hasn’t been brought to me.
“And your news, Severus?”
Severus stared blankly at the Headmaster – unconsciously following the Headmaster’s pacing until he himself drifted off into though. He felt partially to blame for the brat’s disappearance. If he hadn’t been so blatantly rude to the boy for the past five and a half years, Harry would still be here. But, because of his unwillingness to let go of the past, he’s gone. They’re not even sure he’ll return this year to Hogwarts, because really…What reason would he have to do so? They only ever lied, cheated, manipulated, and used him for their own selfish gain.
“He had every right to leave.”
Dumbledore almost missed the whispered comment in his frantic thoughts, but catching the words in the back of his mind; he swiftly turned towards the man and glared fiercely.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me. We’ve been no good for him. No good at all. Especially you, Dumbledore. You sent him to that God awful place for the express purpose of isolating him from magic, didn’t you/ You brought him here at the impressionable age of 11 without him knowing a shred of magic and wooed him with your twinkling eyes and vast knowledge of things most likely far beyond his imagination. You tricked him into thinking you were some sort of God on Earth here to rescue and guide him, yet every summer, you sent him back to his own personal hell with the lie that some ancient magic was there to protect him, when really, the only thing there was the ward system whose only use was to spy on the boy. You knew daily what was going on and you never once said a word. Why? Because you liked things just the way they were. Well now, you lose, because you failed to realize the boy would grow up and see you for what you really are. A monster and a coward.”
“And you?”
The words hissed angrily past the headmaster’s lips at the challenging stare. No one since the early Thomas Marvolo Riddle dared question his decisions, and whether true or not, he wasn’t going to stand for it. Yes, he’d done all those things, and no, he hadn’t foreseen this unfortunate mistake and so he has no plan. Dumbledore’s always been scolded for his tendency to be overly optimistic and foolhardy in his plans. He constantly took the phrase “There’s no way but up” to a whole new level .All his plans should work. They’re his for Merlin’s sake. There’s no failure for Albus Brian Dumbledore in this lifetime.
“You’ve made his school life hell with your detentions and your hate and your original bigotry. “All related to James Potter are arrogant little brats deserving of nothing yet getting everything. To someone else, you’d seem jealous, but I know the truth. You wished him dead!”
“No! I never wished such a thing! I do not deny that I far from regret Potter senior and Black’s deaths, but never ever ever have I wished upon Harry, death. If anything, I’d pity him that he is so tainted by such a despicable family line. I hated James Potter, yes. And I regret every moment I’ve allowed his dark cloud to blind me of the truth, because immediately would I have corrected your gregarious mistakes. So do not think I deny having made his life just that much more painful, but I deny your claims of me being anywhere near your level of horror. You can spend your age in time repenting for what you’ve done to that boy, and you’ll never be forgiven. I just hope I am not locked in the same boat set sail to the middle of nowhere and beyond as you!
And that was it. Severus slammed the door on his way out and missed the teacup that was hurled for his head. The glass fixture crashed into the door and with a high-pitched blow, cracked, and fell to the floor – now useless in its designated purpose.
“Greasy, slytherin, potion-stained, vampire bat of a git!”
Dumbledore verbally abused Snape with every word he’d heard the children use against the man, and for good measure, threw the teapot itself at the door. It too, he watched become suddenly useless.
“Bloody…!”
He sat down heavily in his chair and sighed. He’d never predicted this, and so he’d have to think up something fast.
“I need that boy! Damn it!”
If only he knew where the brat’s gone.