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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
53
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49,209
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273
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It's All You
CHAPTER 46
Harry waited silently outside sixth year Runes, listening to the drone of the professor inside as she taught her class. It had taken two days of solitude for Harry to sort out his feelings from what he’d overheard in the courtyard. Luckily news had broken in the wider community of Snape’s impending day at the ministry trial regarding Draco’s marital claim and so the corridors, classrooms and grounds were alive with the buzz of gossip surrounding Professor Snape’s relationship with Bill Weasley. This excitement had allowed Harry some much-needed breathing space from everyone. The Daily Prophet was running biographies on the Snape and Weasley families, and no one was safe. Yesterday they’d run an article on Ron, and Harry had been treated to his best friends inflated ego at being in the paper. Almost overnight Snape had gone from a mysterious dark wizard, and former Voldemort supporter to Merlin’s gift to hero’s. It was sickening, and Harry knew that Snape would be going through the shit with Voldemort about the entire sudden arrangement. Snape seemed no more of less perturbed by the newsworthiness of himself and remained as sour, bad tempered and sharp as he’d always been, only now wherever he went his red haired Weasley shadow went too.
Harry had awoken this morning with a confident resolution, and had every intention of sticking by it. That was why he’d skipped Transfiguration and was patiently waiting outside Ginny Weasley’s sixth year Rune’s class.
The chime of the clock in the tower signaled the mass exodus of students from their classrooms, and Harry flattened himself against the wall as the corridor began to fill with students. Harry watched carefully as the Rune’s classroom door opened and Ginny’s class began filing out. Harry easily found Ginny but not before the young Weasley had spotted him first.
“Harry! Aren’t you sweet you came to walk me to lunch!” Ginny went to fling her arms around Harry’s neck but Harry dodged her attempt, his face remaining serious as Ginny stepped back in confusion. “Harry? What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk.” Ginny’s smile faltered on her lips as she glanced nervously back at her friends, who were now whispering in serious tones behind her.
“Now?” Ginny inquired quietly as she shifted her bag on her shoulder awkwardly.
“Yes now.” Harry snapped and strode past Ginny’s friends heading towards the relative privacy of the owlery. Harry heard Ginny apologies to her friends; quietly informing them she’d meet them in the great hall later before she padded quickly after Harry.
Stepping into the owlery, Harry waited until Ginny had followed him inside before he flicked his wand at the door and warded it closed with a strong silencing charm. Ginny dropped her bag by the door as she went to approach Harry, who stood by one of the open windows his back to the young witch. Ginny paused mid step as Harry turned around from the window his face an unmovable mask of seriousness. Harry was determined he could do this, and would not back down.
“Are you pregnant?” The bitter words clung to silence, punctuated only by the rustle of feathers or the nip of the beaks of the owls in the roost above them.
“Who told you that?” Ginny seemed genuinely stunned her blue eyes widening impossibly. Harry ignored her question though and merely shook his head.
“I said are you pregnant?” Harry tightened his fists at he side determined to stand his ground at get this over and done with. Ginny’s stunned silence turned quickly into angry indignation as she folded her arms over her chest and glared at Harry.
“No! And who ever told you that is lying, I’m too young for children.” Ginny declared angrily. Inwardly Harry sighed with relief, a wash of resigned sadness masking his previously serious expression.
“This isn’t working Ginny.” Harry whispered quietly wondering to himself when his confidence had gone all of a sudden. Ginny’s anger fell away almost instantly, her defensive stance falling slack as she stared at Harry in shock. “I don’t love you, and I never will…,” Harry paused, his gaze not meeting Ginny’s. “at least not how you want me to anyway.” Harry finished as he heard Ginny let out a chocked sob. Glancing up Harry watched sadly as Ginny covered her face with her hands, hiding the tears from Harry as she turned her back on him. “This so fucked up Ginny, and I’m sorry I gave you the wrong impression but I let myself get carried away with everyone else’s decisions for me.” Harry was a little taken back when a teary eyed Ginny spun back around, her sadness edged with a little anger.
“They’re making decisions to help you Harry! Can’t you see that! Why can’t you just accept that we’re all just trying to keep you alive!” Ginny was screaming now and Harry was so shocked that he’d backed himself up against the wall of the owlery to stare at the young witch in confusion. “The prophecy means everything Harry, and Severus Snape is not apart of that!” The instant the words left Ginny’s lips understanding filtered into Harry’s consciousness, as he stared at the red head in realization.
“They put you up to this too.” Harry breathed out coldly his serious mask returning with a glare that would have put one of Snape’s to shame. Ginny sniffling back on her sobs, seemed to realize a second too late what she’d said in the heat of the moment.
“Harry please, I just didn’t want to see you die…” Ginny went to approach Harry but the wizard was having none of it, with a heavy hand Harry pushed Ginny to the ground and stepped careless over her to stride over to the door to the owlery.
“Ron, Hermione, Bill, Charlie, Sirius, you. He manipulated you all didn’t he? All for the sake of that fucking prophecy!” Harry shouted his voice causing the owls roosting above them to take fright and begin, flapping and hooting angrily.
“Harry please I’m sorry.” Ginny sobbed uselessly as a shower of owl feathers began to fall on them from above.
“I thought you were my friend Ginny,” With a disgusted shake of his head Harry broke the ward he’d placed on the door and with a crackle of magic disappeared leaving Ginny in heartbroken sobs amongst the owl feathers.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Harry waited silently outside sixth year Runes, listening to the drone of the professor inside as she taught her class. It had taken two days of solitude for Harry to sort out his feelings from what he’d overheard in the courtyard. Luckily news had broken in the wider community of Snape’s impending day at the ministry trial regarding Draco’s marital claim and so the corridors, classrooms and grounds were alive with the buzz of gossip surrounding Professor Snape’s relationship with Bill Weasley. This excitement had allowed Harry some much-needed breathing space from everyone. The Daily Prophet was running biographies on the Snape and Weasley families, and no one was safe. Yesterday they’d run an article on Ron, and Harry had been treated to his best friends inflated ego at being in the paper. Almost overnight Snape had gone from a mysterious dark wizard, and former Voldemort supporter to Merlin’s gift to hero’s. It was sickening, and Harry knew that Snape would be going through the shit with Voldemort about the entire sudden arrangement. Snape seemed no more of less perturbed by the newsworthiness of himself and remained as sour, bad tempered and sharp as he’d always been, only now wherever he went his red haired Weasley shadow went too.
Harry had awoken this morning with a confident resolution, and had every intention of sticking by it. That was why he’d skipped Transfiguration and was patiently waiting outside Ginny Weasley’s sixth year Rune’s class.
The chime of the clock in the tower signaled the mass exodus of students from their classrooms, and Harry flattened himself against the wall as the corridor began to fill with students. Harry watched carefully as the Rune’s classroom door opened and Ginny’s class began filing out. Harry easily found Ginny but not before the young Weasley had spotted him first.
“Harry! Aren’t you sweet you came to walk me to lunch!” Ginny went to fling her arms around Harry’s neck but Harry dodged her attempt, his face remaining serious as Ginny stepped back in confusion. “Harry? What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk.” Ginny’s smile faltered on her lips as she glanced nervously back at her friends, who were now whispering in serious tones behind her.
“Now?” Ginny inquired quietly as she shifted her bag on her shoulder awkwardly.
“Yes now.” Harry snapped and strode past Ginny’s friends heading towards the relative privacy of the owlery. Harry heard Ginny apologies to her friends; quietly informing them she’d meet them in the great hall later before she padded quickly after Harry.
Stepping into the owlery, Harry waited until Ginny had followed him inside before he flicked his wand at the door and warded it closed with a strong silencing charm. Ginny dropped her bag by the door as she went to approach Harry, who stood by one of the open windows his back to the young witch. Ginny paused mid step as Harry turned around from the window his face an unmovable mask of seriousness. Harry was determined he could do this, and would not back down.
“Are you pregnant?” The bitter words clung to silence, punctuated only by the rustle of feathers or the nip of the beaks of the owls in the roost above them.
“Who told you that?” Ginny seemed genuinely stunned her blue eyes widening impossibly. Harry ignored her question though and merely shook his head.
“I said are you pregnant?” Harry tightened his fists at he side determined to stand his ground at get this over and done with. Ginny’s stunned silence turned quickly into angry indignation as she folded her arms over her chest and glared at Harry.
“No! And who ever told you that is lying, I’m too young for children.” Ginny declared angrily. Inwardly Harry sighed with relief, a wash of resigned sadness masking his previously serious expression.
“This isn’t working Ginny.” Harry whispered quietly wondering to himself when his confidence had gone all of a sudden. Ginny’s anger fell away almost instantly, her defensive stance falling slack as she stared at Harry in shock. “I don’t love you, and I never will…,” Harry paused, his gaze not meeting Ginny’s. “at least not how you want me to anyway.” Harry finished as he heard Ginny let out a chocked sob. Glancing up Harry watched sadly as Ginny covered her face with her hands, hiding the tears from Harry as she turned her back on him. “This so fucked up Ginny, and I’m sorry I gave you the wrong impression but I let myself get carried away with everyone else’s decisions for me.” Harry was a little taken back when a teary eyed Ginny spun back around, her sadness edged with a little anger.
“They’re making decisions to help you Harry! Can’t you see that! Why can’t you just accept that we’re all just trying to keep you alive!” Ginny was screaming now and Harry was so shocked that he’d backed himself up against the wall of the owlery to stare at the young witch in confusion. “The prophecy means everything Harry, and Severus Snape is not apart of that!” The instant the words left Ginny’s lips understanding filtered into Harry’s consciousness, as he stared at the red head in realization.
“They put you up to this too.” Harry breathed out coldly his serious mask returning with a glare that would have put one of Snape’s to shame. Ginny sniffling back on her sobs, seemed to realize a second too late what she’d said in the heat of the moment.
“Harry please, I just didn’t want to see you die…” Ginny went to approach Harry but the wizard was having none of it, with a heavy hand Harry pushed Ginny to the ground and stepped careless over her to stride over to the door to the owlery.
“Ron, Hermione, Bill, Charlie, Sirius, you. He manipulated you all didn’t he? All for the sake of that fucking prophecy!” Harry shouted his voice causing the owls roosting above them to take fright and begin, flapping and hooting angrily.
“Harry please I’m sorry.” Ginny sobbed uselessly as a shower of owl feathers began to fall on them from above.
“I thought you were my friend Ginny,” With a disgusted shake of his head Harry broke the ward he’d placed on the door and with a crackle of magic disappeared leaving Ginny in heartbroken sobs amongst the owl feathers.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>