Innocence Impaired
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
25,726
Reviews:
23
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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.
Heartache
Three more years had passed on since the two children had met and they were halfway through there last term in their 6th and final year at a school, which hadn’t turned out to be so bad in the end. Many bruises, scars, lashes, and horror stories had been shared and shown as they confided in each other for the support and love they both desperately wanted but also dreadfully feared at the same time.
They were as close as close could get, they knew what the other was thinking, knew when they had, had a very bad night and were silent without resentment when the other needed some quiet time. But today was special, not special different. In fact the whole week had been different all because Amy hadn’t shown up and Harry’s nerves were starting to tear at him more frantically, even after a beating she was usually at school within a week.
He knew he would be whipped within an inch of his life when he got home, but he had to go and see her, even for a moment from a window as long as he saw her...as long as he knew she was aliv-
He bit his tongue to stop his thoughts but he was desperate, so he was going to knock for her; she had been different for the last month, stranger, more distant and he found her to be seemingly in a world of her own most of the time. She had become too pale, bags under her eyes were that of a 50 year of insomnia, not that of a ten year old girl.
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He couldn’t believe he was here, as determined as he was to see her, he couldn’t help the tremor running through his malnourished body, he clenched his hands for a moment hoping to subside the shaking and failing. He reached for the door knocker and closing his eyes tightly, he grasped it and hammered it once loudly, loud enough to have roused anyone in the house, but no one came.
When he had approached the tiny house on the counsel estate his emotions spiked, the curtains were closed, they looked heavy from the outside, thick and dark, just like the ones in his aunts living room and his bedroom or rather private torture chamber.
He opened his eyes, un-scrunched his face as he looked up. The door was open! Cold sweat stuck his school shirt to his back, he could taste bile in his mouth, his stomach churned and the adrenaline in his system surged around his little body, causing a him to panic, look around frantically before pushing the door open some more and slipping inside it closing it silently behind him all the while keeping his eyes peeled for signs of life in the house.
He squinted where he stood as his eyes adjusted to the consuming darkness before moving silently and swiftly into the left room of the front door to check to see if there was sign of anyone even living at the house; all he had found so far was a broken sofa, a small TV, dozens of empty beer cans and a badly smelling kitchen which he took one look in a left before he could be sick.
He check the other room on the ground floor, again found empty beer cans, but this time there was a small rag doll which held his attention for a few minutes not sure whether to pick it up or leave it. He decided to leave it; he would need both hands if he needed any in this excursion of his.
Harry knew which room belonged to the little girl he had come to love, in fact they knew the general layout of each others ‘just in case'.
As he climbed the stairs, again silently and promptly, he looked at the door straight in front of him, the one to his left was her dads and the one of the right was the bathroom she had told him once before. He saw the locks on the door and realised it was just like the ones on his only there were less of them, and he realised upon taking a few steps closer they were unlocked and that the door was open ajar.
‘Please don’t be in here, please don’t be-‘he took a deep breath, she wouldn’t be in here, and she would have heard him. He was just working himself up, getting into a state. Almost laughing out loud at himself for letting his imagination get the better of him, he pushed the door open and was blinded momentarily by the blazing June sun that poured through the open window.
They were as close as close could get, they knew what the other was thinking, knew when they had, had a very bad night and were silent without resentment when the other needed some quiet time. But today was special, not special different. In fact the whole week had been different all because Amy hadn’t shown up and Harry’s nerves were starting to tear at him more frantically, even after a beating she was usually at school within a week.
He knew he would be whipped within an inch of his life when he got home, but he had to go and see her, even for a moment from a window as long as he saw her...as long as he knew she was aliv-
He bit his tongue to stop his thoughts but he was desperate, so he was going to knock for her; she had been different for the last month, stranger, more distant and he found her to be seemingly in a world of her own most of the time. She had become too pale, bags under her eyes were that of a 50 year of insomnia, not that of a ten year old girl.
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He couldn’t believe he was here, as determined as he was to see her, he couldn’t help the tremor running through his malnourished body, he clenched his hands for a moment hoping to subside the shaking and failing. He reached for the door knocker and closing his eyes tightly, he grasped it and hammered it once loudly, loud enough to have roused anyone in the house, but no one came.
When he had approached the tiny house on the counsel estate his emotions spiked, the curtains were closed, they looked heavy from the outside, thick and dark, just like the ones in his aunts living room and his bedroom or rather private torture chamber.
He opened his eyes, un-scrunched his face as he looked up. The door was open! Cold sweat stuck his school shirt to his back, he could taste bile in his mouth, his stomach churned and the adrenaline in his system surged around his little body, causing a him to panic, look around frantically before pushing the door open some more and slipping inside it closing it silently behind him all the while keeping his eyes peeled for signs of life in the house.
He squinted where he stood as his eyes adjusted to the consuming darkness before moving silently and swiftly into the left room of the front door to check to see if there was sign of anyone even living at the house; all he had found so far was a broken sofa, a small TV, dozens of empty beer cans and a badly smelling kitchen which he took one look in a left before he could be sick.
He check the other room on the ground floor, again found empty beer cans, but this time there was a small rag doll which held his attention for a few minutes not sure whether to pick it up or leave it. He decided to leave it; he would need both hands if he needed any in this excursion of his.
Harry knew which room belonged to the little girl he had come to love, in fact they knew the general layout of each others ‘just in case'.
As he climbed the stairs, again silently and promptly, he looked at the door straight in front of him, the one to his left was her dads and the one of the right was the bathroom she had told him once before. He saw the locks on the door and realised it was just like the ones on his only there were less of them, and he realised upon taking a few steps closer they were unlocked and that the door was open ajar.
‘Please don’t be in here, please don’t be-‘he took a deep breath, she wouldn’t be in here, and she would have heard him. He was just working himself up, getting into a state. Almost laughing out loud at himself for letting his imagination get the better of him, he pushed the door open and was blinded momentarily by the blazing June sun that poured through the open window.