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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,326
Reviews:
100
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Alone
As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. As always, it's very much appreciated.
Sp-- to your despair I'm sure, this is another short chapter. The next will be a bit longer.
Evange-- I intend to keep going. Here you are.
Lilith-- Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. This is for you.
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Alone
At long last the day came when Severus was deemed healed and strong enough to leave St. Mungo's. He still had a barrage of potions to take, and there was still some residual pain in his neck as well as some scratchiness in his throat, but for all that, he was alive.
The problem was, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now that he was.
Thanks to Harry, he'd been absolved of any crime and his name had been cleared. In fact, he was now being hailed a hero along with The Boy Who Saved The Wizarding World, also thanks to Harry, but Severus couldn't find it in himself to forgive the boy for that. He was no hero. All he wanted was to be left in peace, to contemplate the wreckage of his life, and to ponder where to go and what to do from here on out.
He took refuge in Spinner's End, barricading himself inside his dingy little house in its dingy little Muggle neighbourhood, and tried to fill his days pottering about in the small potions lab he kept in the cellar, brewing his required daily potions himself.
Harry no longer visited him daily. He was busy, having begun his Auror training which he'd delayed starting until Severus was well again. Although Severus told himself he was glad to be shot of the boy's incessant chatter, the truth was he now found his days rent with large holes filled with deafening silence. Silence that echoed through his head. That left him with nothing better to do than to sit, alone, rendered nearly immobile.
The truth was, if Severus were to be truthful with himself, and he tried not to be, he missed the boy. The slip of a boy who had changed the course of Severus' life. Who had in turns annoyed him, exasperated him, and infuriated him. Who had cheeked him, disobeyed him, and tried his patience to the limit. And who, since Severus was being truthful, had touched him, inspired him, and had gradually melted the ice encasing Severus' heart until living his life for him had no longer been a duty, but a desire.
And now that was gone.
The truth was, Harry was no longer a boy.
The truth was, Harry no longer needed Severus.
The truth was, Severus was alone.
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Please review! Not only is it the kind thing to do, it makes me happy. Being happy is inspiring! And motivating! (<----shameless hint!) :)
Sp-- to your despair I'm sure, this is another short chapter. The next will be a bit longer.
Evange-- I intend to keep going. Here you are.
Lilith-- Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. This is for you.
***
Alone
At long last the day came when Severus was deemed healed and strong enough to leave St. Mungo's. He still had a barrage of potions to take, and there was still some residual pain in his neck as well as some scratchiness in his throat, but for all that, he was alive.
The problem was, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now that he was.
Thanks to Harry, he'd been absolved of any crime and his name had been cleared. In fact, he was now being hailed a hero along with The Boy Who Saved The Wizarding World, also thanks to Harry, but Severus couldn't find it in himself to forgive the boy for that. He was no hero. All he wanted was to be left in peace, to contemplate the wreckage of his life, and to ponder where to go and what to do from here on out.
He took refuge in Spinner's End, barricading himself inside his dingy little house in its dingy little Muggle neighbourhood, and tried to fill his days pottering about in the small potions lab he kept in the cellar, brewing his required daily potions himself.
Harry no longer visited him daily. He was busy, having begun his Auror training which he'd delayed starting until Severus was well again. Although Severus told himself he was glad to be shot of the boy's incessant chatter, the truth was he now found his days rent with large holes filled with deafening silence. Silence that echoed through his head. That left him with nothing better to do than to sit, alone, rendered nearly immobile.
The truth was, if Severus were to be truthful with himself, and he tried not to be, he missed the boy. The slip of a boy who had changed the course of Severus' life. Who had in turns annoyed him, exasperated him, and infuriated him. Who had cheeked him, disobeyed him, and tried his patience to the limit. And who, since Severus was being truthful, had touched him, inspired him, and had gradually melted the ice encasing Severus' heart until living his life for him had no longer been a duty, but a desire.
And now that was gone.
The truth was, Harry was no longer a boy.
The truth was, Harry no longer needed Severus.
The truth was, Severus was alone.
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Please review! Not only is it the kind thing to do, it makes me happy. Being happy is inspiring! And motivating! (<----shameless hint!) :)