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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
53
Views:
49,202
Reviews:
273
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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A Winky
CHAPTER 42
“Harry?” Harry sighed heavily as he heard a familiar whisper echo through the empty bathroom. Harry wasn’t sure how long he’d sat on the bench, his hair dripping wet and only a damp cold towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Judging from the sun shining in through the high stained glass window the morning had moved on to the afternoon. He’d only been disturbed twice, once by a group of unsuspecting Hufflepuff prefects, who’d quickly turned around and left the moment they’d seen him and once by Professor McGonagall who’d called to him from the door to enquire after his well being. Being a Saturday most of the school was either at Hogsmeade or outside enjoying the unusually warm day. “Harry?” Again the timid voice called to him, and Harry closed his eyes as he heard the quiet shuffle of feet on the tiled floor. “You better cover your winky, because I’m coming in like it or not.” Harry managed a weak smile as Ginny Weasley’s face gingerly appeared from around the doorway. “Damn, I thought I’d get a perve.” Ginny shuffled awkwardly across the cold tiled floor before propping herself up against the wall opposite where Harry was slumped on the bench.
“Sorry.” Harry whispered not wanting to raise his gaze and meet the red heads.
“No matter, another opportunity is sure to arise.” Ginny chuckled quietly and Harry smiled to himself, but still didn’t meet the young witches gaze.
“What’s going on?” Harry sighed quietly as he fiddled with the edge of the wet towel.
“I think a better question is what ‘isn’t going on’?” Ginny grumbled as she folded her arms across her chest and slid down the wall to sit on the wall bench opposite Harry. “You’re better off in here. Trust me. The place is in chaos.” Harry watched from under his eyelashes as Ginny searched through the pockets of her robes before coming up with two wrapped lemon drops, no doubt filched from Dumbledore’s office. Gratefully Harry accepted one of the sweets, having not eaten since last night. “Sirius is furious, so mad in fact he turned into Padfoot and they can’t make him change back. They’ve chained him up in Dumbledore’s observatory, he’s doing circles and tearing up books.”
“So he told them.” Harry breathed out quietly as he shivered in the cooling air of the bathroom.
“Yeah, pretty much. Seems that sort of thing is part of his position in Voldemort’s inner circle, the Auror’s have seen his work in victims before.” Harry closed his eyes tightly trying to stop the tears that threatened to spill down his cheek.
“I bet Dumbledore’s happy?” Harry didn’t mean to sound so bitter as he spat out Dumbledore’s name, the elder wizard finally having got what he wanted. Ginny sighed heavily and shrugged her shoulders.
“I wouldn’t say he’s happy Harry but he certainly didn’t look surprised or sympathetic when Snape was describing what had happened.” Harry huffed contemptibly and stood up from the bench, as he strode over to his clothes that were hanging on the heated towel rail. With his back to Ginny, Harry quietly got dressed acutely aware that the young witch was staring at him. “If it means anything to you Harry, I think he still loves you. He didn’t choose to do this, I don’t think he had a good childhood, I think his father taught him…”
“He chose to take the dark mark didn’t he?” Harry spun around abruptly cutting off the red head who sat back a little startled at Harry’s anger. Not waiting for Ginny’s reply Harry continued. “Then he obviously accepted the conditions that would be required of him in service. He knew about this Ginny, he knew why Draco had blackmailed me, and he knew he’d fucked Lucius and I bet you anything Professor Grindfeld found out about him and that’s why he was killed. Sirius and Remus knew and I don’t doubt that my dad knew. HE KNEW and yet he didn’t tell me! NO secrets he said, nothing to hide he promised me YET HE LIED TO ME!” Harry screamed loudly, his voice echoing in the spacious bathroom and making the pipes rattle in the walls. Ginny Weasley swallowed nervously as she watched Harry break down into pitiful choked sobs. “I wouldn’t have cared Ginny had he just told me the truth about what he did for Voldemort. I stuck my neck out for him Ginny, I defended him, I lost my best friends because of him…..ouch!” Harry had just reached over to grab his jumper from the rail when the cramp in his stomach that he’d been suffering from for the past week returned. Doubling over onto the floor, Harry clutched at his stomach and panted hard as he tried to quell the pain. Ginny was at his side in an instant her hand gently rubbing his back, as Harry soothed his hand over his stomach.
“Harry, what’s wrong? Do you want me to fetch Madam Pomfrey?” Concerned for her friend, Ginny hugged Harry around his shoulders as the boy took some deep breaths in before gingerly sitting up.
“No, its just cramp. I stretched a muscle last week dusting some shelves and I’ve probably just pulled it again.” Harry smiled weakly at Ginny as the two of them got up off the floor. Harry grimaced as he straightened himself, the boy’s hand still soothing his stomach.
“Come on then we’ll go down to the kitchens and get you some soup, that’ll warm you up.” Looping her arm through Harry’s Ginny led the boy out of the bathroom and down towards the kitchens. Harry wasn’t sure he could stomach anything at the moment, the smell of blood still lingered in his nostrils and Draco’s screams seemed to follow him everywhere. Harry didn’t know what he was going to do, and at present the only constant in his life was Ginny Weasley.
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“Harry?” Harry sighed heavily as he heard a familiar whisper echo through the empty bathroom. Harry wasn’t sure how long he’d sat on the bench, his hair dripping wet and only a damp cold towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Judging from the sun shining in through the high stained glass window the morning had moved on to the afternoon. He’d only been disturbed twice, once by a group of unsuspecting Hufflepuff prefects, who’d quickly turned around and left the moment they’d seen him and once by Professor McGonagall who’d called to him from the door to enquire after his well being. Being a Saturday most of the school was either at Hogsmeade or outside enjoying the unusually warm day. “Harry?” Again the timid voice called to him, and Harry closed his eyes as he heard the quiet shuffle of feet on the tiled floor. “You better cover your winky, because I’m coming in like it or not.” Harry managed a weak smile as Ginny Weasley’s face gingerly appeared from around the doorway. “Damn, I thought I’d get a perve.” Ginny shuffled awkwardly across the cold tiled floor before propping herself up against the wall opposite where Harry was slumped on the bench.
“Sorry.” Harry whispered not wanting to raise his gaze and meet the red heads.
“No matter, another opportunity is sure to arise.” Ginny chuckled quietly and Harry smiled to himself, but still didn’t meet the young witches gaze.
“What’s going on?” Harry sighed quietly as he fiddled with the edge of the wet towel.
“I think a better question is what ‘isn’t going on’?” Ginny grumbled as she folded her arms across her chest and slid down the wall to sit on the wall bench opposite Harry. “You’re better off in here. Trust me. The place is in chaos.” Harry watched from under his eyelashes as Ginny searched through the pockets of her robes before coming up with two wrapped lemon drops, no doubt filched from Dumbledore’s office. Gratefully Harry accepted one of the sweets, having not eaten since last night. “Sirius is furious, so mad in fact he turned into Padfoot and they can’t make him change back. They’ve chained him up in Dumbledore’s observatory, he’s doing circles and tearing up books.”
“So he told them.” Harry breathed out quietly as he shivered in the cooling air of the bathroom.
“Yeah, pretty much. Seems that sort of thing is part of his position in Voldemort’s inner circle, the Auror’s have seen his work in victims before.” Harry closed his eyes tightly trying to stop the tears that threatened to spill down his cheek.
“I bet Dumbledore’s happy?” Harry didn’t mean to sound so bitter as he spat out Dumbledore’s name, the elder wizard finally having got what he wanted. Ginny sighed heavily and shrugged her shoulders.
“I wouldn’t say he’s happy Harry but he certainly didn’t look surprised or sympathetic when Snape was describing what had happened.” Harry huffed contemptibly and stood up from the bench, as he strode over to his clothes that were hanging on the heated towel rail. With his back to Ginny, Harry quietly got dressed acutely aware that the young witch was staring at him. “If it means anything to you Harry, I think he still loves you. He didn’t choose to do this, I don’t think he had a good childhood, I think his father taught him…”
“He chose to take the dark mark didn’t he?” Harry spun around abruptly cutting off the red head who sat back a little startled at Harry’s anger. Not waiting for Ginny’s reply Harry continued. “Then he obviously accepted the conditions that would be required of him in service. He knew about this Ginny, he knew why Draco had blackmailed me, and he knew he’d fucked Lucius and I bet you anything Professor Grindfeld found out about him and that’s why he was killed. Sirius and Remus knew and I don’t doubt that my dad knew. HE KNEW and yet he didn’t tell me! NO secrets he said, nothing to hide he promised me YET HE LIED TO ME!” Harry screamed loudly, his voice echoing in the spacious bathroom and making the pipes rattle in the walls. Ginny Weasley swallowed nervously as she watched Harry break down into pitiful choked sobs. “I wouldn’t have cared Ginny had he just told me the truth about what he did for Voldemort. I stuck my neck out for him Ginny, I defended him, I lost my best friends because of him…..ouch!” Harry had just reached over to grab his jumper from the rail when the cramp in his stomach that he’d been suffering from for the past week returned. Doubling over onto the floor, Harry clutched at his stomach and panted hard as he tried to quell the pain. Ginny was at his side in an instant her hand gently rubbing his back, as Harry soothed his hand over his stomach.
“Harry, what’s wrong? Do you want me to fetch Madam Pomfrey?” Concerned for her friend, Ginny hugged Harry around his shoulders as the boy took some deep breaths in before gingerly sitting up.
“No, its just cramp. I stretched a muscle last week dusting some shelves and I’ve probably just pulled it again.” Harry smiled weakly at Ginny as the two of them got up off the floor. Harry grimaced as he straightened himself, the boy’s hand still soothing his stomach.
“Come on then we’ll go down to the kitchens and get you some soup, that’ll warm you up.” Looping her arm through Harry’s Ginny led the boy out of the bathroom and down towards the kitchens. Harry wasn’t sure he could stomach anything at the moment, the smell of blood still lingered in his nostrils and Draco’s screams seemed to follow him everywhere. Harry didn’t know what he was going to do, and at present the only constant in his life was Ginny Weasley.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>