The Angel of the Opera
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,129
Reviews:
37
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.
Betrayed
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own ANY of JK Rowlings or Andrew Lloyd Webber’s creations, I just love to write nice little fics with their characters and ideas.
A/N: Holy crap guys, just like ignore me from now on .. I’m such a crappy updater. My life has been chaos for weeks. I’ve actually been at three different schools during the past month and a half working with directors at marching band camps. *gasp* It can get ridiculously hot out in south carolina, GOD. But its getting better … HBP is out. On that note, this fic is now AU because of what happened in HBP. Anyway, I love these next few chapters. Very fun to write and I hope you guys love em too!
Btw I’m looking for a beta for this fic if anyone is interested. Desperately need one since Word is down on my computer and im typing using notepad. 0_0 yesh it stinks
Ooh, also. I know that there is another fic based on a mix of Harry Potter and the Phantom of the Opera going around. After reading the first chapter, I decided to end my reading of it, no offense to the author. It just doesn’t seem like a good idea to read another fic so much like this one, wouldn’t want to get ideas mixed or get stumped again. lol
Okay I know your tired of my rambling so..
“ ----- HP ----” Harry’s pov “----- SS -----” Severus’ pov .. You get the idea
*** On with the show!!! ***
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Last chapter :
Harry thought about the voice through the hallways of Hogwarts, all the way until he got to the common room. He was so busy thinking about the rich, silky, velvety voice singing the beautiful song that he almost didn’t notice a redhead and a brunette touching each other in a very intimate matter in the corner.
….
Almost.
Harry stared, he didn’t want to believe what he was seeing. He didn’t want to believe what he knew to be true. His best friend was with the one that he most desperately wanted. The two stood from the chair in the corner just in time to see someone racing out of the portrait hole.
Harry fled, running blindly through the corridors of the castle. When he reached the entrance hall he flew out the front doors and onto the grounds of Hogwarts. He stalled to catch his breath and to look for a place to go. After a few moments of searching he decided on going to the lake. He sat down by a tree on the edge of the lake. The tears were running freely now, down his cheeks and onto his clothes. He removed his trainers and socks, placing his toes into the water.
Enjoying the feel of the water and sand mixing between his toes he let his thoughts wander. How could he not have seen it, their attraction to one another? He felt betrayed. He should have told Ron that he had feelings for Blaise. If only he had told, if only he had done that one simple thing, then maybe he would be the one with Blaise now.
Harry sat for what felt like hours, even as the clouds turned and the rain started to pour, he stared into the depths of the lake. He brought his hands up to his chest to hold himself, only then realizing that there was something in his lap.
His script.
How was he supposed to do the play now? Working with Ron as well as Blaise. He picked up his script and set it down on the ground next to him, he’d worry about it later.
He hugged his arms around himself and began to rock. He realized that he was soaked to the bone, clothes covered in rain and mud. But it didn’t matter, he couldn’t feel it, so it didn’t matter. Harry sat for hours, rocking himself into a trance. He didn’t notice as a dark figure approached him and carried him away.
-------- SS ---------
Severus had been looking for Harry for hours by the time he found him, soaked and chilled to the bone. He had been in a nearby corridor when Harry had flown through the entrance hall. He could have guessed what had happened to make Harry so upset. The attraction between the Weasley boy and Zabini had been obvious to those who looked. He had also known since before the ending of the war, that Harry wanted Zabini. For what reason the stupid prat would choose a Weasley over Harry was beyond him.
In Severus eyes Harry was perfect. Once he got over the boy’s uncanny resemblance to his father, he met the real Harry. The boy … the man who was nothing like his father, but an intelligent, brave and witty person all on his own.
Severus gathered Harry in his arms and brought him into the castle. He started off toward the Gryffindor tower, but changed his mind as he realized that Harry would probably rather be anywhere else other than there, and it would look odd for the head of Slytherin to carry the golden boy to his dorm room. So, instead he turned away from the tower and down the corridor that led to the dungeons.
He mumbled the password to the portrait in front of his chambers, and entered into the sitting room. He laid Harry, whom had fallen asleep in his trance like state on the way down, on the couch. And went searching for the other inhabitant of his quarters. Wherever she was ….
--------- HP ----------
Harry awoke before he opened his eyes. He welcomed the warm heat and the comfort of the bed openly. Wait ... Cracking an eye open he realized that he was not in a bed at all, but on a couch in what appeared to be a sitting room of some kind.
Glancing around the room he found the crème and blue décor to be very welcoming. He sat up on the couch, investigating the room further. He tried to remember what he had been doing today.
Ooh . Blaise . Ron . He remembered.
Now he just had to figure how he got here, and just where exactly ‘here’ was. Hearing the sounds of music from another room he walked to the doorway. Harry was speechless, he stood in the doorway. He had seen some funny things in his life but this display had to be near the top of the list, and he had seen Seamus in a leotard (( it had been a dare of course )). He found the ‘other room’ to in fact be a kitchen, which was currently occupied by a young woman, presumably around his age, and three house elves.
The girl, whose back was still turned to him, appeared to be cooking something. Dressed in her pink camisole and matching pajama bottoms she placed something in the oven and danced her way over to the table where the house elves were stationed.
Cards. The house elves were playing cards.
“Okay. Whose turn is it?” She asked, sitting down and joining the other three.
“Excuse me?” Harry asked walking into the kitchen.
Apparently he had startled the girl. If her scream was anything to go by.
----------- SS ---------
Severus heard a feminine scream from the kitchen.
Shite. Golden Boy had found her before he did.
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Bah. I know that chapter was short .. My apologies. Ooh and I know you are all just dying to know who the ‘young girl’ is. Well .. I mean it shouldn’t be incredibly hard to figure out … but you’ll find out in the next chapter.
Reviews are always appreciated. xx Jess
A/N: Holy crap guys, just like ignore me from now on .. I’m such a crappy updater. My life has been chaos for weeks. I’ve actually been at three different schools during the past month and a half working with directors at marching band camps. *gasp* It can get ridiculously hot out in south carolina, GOD. But its getting better … HBP is out. On that note, this fic is now AU because of what happened in HBP. Anyway, I love these next few chapters. Very fun to write and I hope you guys love em too!
Btw I’m looking for a beta for this fic if anyone is interested. Desperately need one since Word is down on my computer and im typing using notepad. 0_0 yesh it stinks
Ooh, also. I know that there is another fic based on a mix of Harry Potter and the Phantom of the Opera going around. After reading the first chapter, I decided to end my reading of it, no offense to the author. It just doesn’t seem like a good idea to read another fic so much like this one, wouldn’t want to get ideas mixed or get stumped again. lol
Okay I know your tired of my rambling so..
“ ----- HP ----” Harry’s pov “----- SS -----” Severus’ pov .. You get the idea
*************************************************************************************
Last chapter :
Harry thought about the voice through the hallways of Hogwarts, all the way until he got to the common room. He was so busy thinking about the rich, silky, velvety voice singing the beautiful song that he almost didn’t notice a redhead and a brunette touching each other in a very intimate matter in the corner.
Almost.
Harry stared, he didn’t want to believe what he was seeing. He didn’t want to believe what he knew to be true. His best friend was with the one that he most desperately wanted. The two stood from the chair in the corner just in time to see someone racing out of the portrait hole.
Harry fled, running blindly through the corridors of the castle. When he reached the entrance hall he flew out the front doors and onto the grounds of Hogwarts. He stalled to catch his breath and to look for a place to go. After a few moments of searching he decided on going to the lake. He sat down by a tree on the edge of the lake. The tears were running freely now, down his cheeks and onto his clothes. He removed his trainers and socks, placing his toes into the water.
Enjoying the feel of the water and sand mixing between his toes he let his thoughts wander. How could he not have seen it, their attraction to one another? He felt betrayed. He should have told Ron that he had feelings for Blaise. If only he had told, if only he had done that one simple thing, then maybe he would be the one with Blaise now.
Harry sat for what felt like hours, even as the clouds turned and the rain started to pour, he stared into the depths of the lake. He brought his hands up to his chest to hold himself, only then realizing that there was something in his lap.
His script.
How was he supposed to do the play now? Working with Ron as well as Blaise. He picked up his script and set it down on the ground next to him, he’d worry about it later.
He hugged his arms around himself and began to rock. He realized that he was soaked to the bone, clothes covered in rain and mud. But it didn’t matter, he couldn’t feel it, so it didn’t matter. Harry sat for hours, rocking himself into a trance. He didn’t notice as a dark figure approached him and carried him away.
-------- SS ---------
Severus had been looking for Harry for hours by the time he found him, soaked and chilled to the bone. He had been in a nearby corridor when Harry had flown through the entrance hall. He could have guessed what had happened to make Harry so upset. The attraction between the Weasley boy and Zabini had been obvious to those who looked. He had also known since before the ending of the war, that Harry wanted Zabini. For what reason the stupid prat would choose a Weasley over Harry was beyond him.
In Severus eyes Harry was perfect. Once he got over the boy’s uncanny resemblance to his father, he met the real Harry. The boy … the man who was nothing like his father, but an intelligent, brave and witty person all on his own.
Severus gathered Harry in his arms and brought him into the castle. He started off toward the Gryffindor tower, but changed his mind as he realized that Harry would probably rather be anywhere else other than there, and it would look odd for the head of Slytherin to carry the golden boy to his dorm room. So, instead he turned away from the tower and down the corridor that led to the dungeons.
He mumbled the password to the portrait in front of his chambers, and entered into the sitting room. He laid Harry, whom had fallen asleep in his trance like state on the way down, on the couch. And went searching for the other inhabitant of his quarters. Wherever she was ….
--------- HP ----------
Harry awoke before he opened his eyes. He welcomed the warm heat and the comfort of the bed openly. Wait ... Cracking an eye open he realized that he was not in a bed at all, but on a couch in what appeared to be a sitting room of some kind.
Glancing around the room he found the crème and blue décor to be very welcoming. He sat up on the couch, investigating the room further. He tried to remember what he had been doing today.
Ooh . Blaise . Ron . He remembered.
Now he just had to figure how he got here, and just where exactly ‘here’ was. Hearing the sounds of music from another room he walked to the doorway. Harry was speechless, he stood in the doorway. He had seen some funny things in his life but this display had to be near the top of the list, and he had seen Seamus in a leotard (( it had been a dare of course )). He found the ‘other room’ to in fact be a kitchen, which was currently occupied by a young woman, presumably around his age, and three house elves.
The girl, whose back was still turned to him, appeared to be cooking something. Dressed in her pink camisole and matching pajama bottoms she placed something in the oven and danced her way over to the table where the house elves were stationed.
Cards. The house elves were playing cards.
“Okay. Whose turn is it?” She asked, sitting down and joining the other three.
“Excuse me?” Harry asked walking into the kitchen.
Apparently he had startled the girl. If her scream was anything to go by.
----------- SS ---------
Severus heard a feminine scream from the kitchen.
Shite. Golden Boy had found her before he did.
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Bah. I know that chapter was short .. My apologies. Ooh and I know you are all just dying to know who the ‘young girl’ is. Well .. I mean it shouldn’t be incredibly hard to figure out … but you’ll find out in the next chapter.
Reviews are always appreciated. xx Jess