Darkness of Souls

After the third week of seclusion, Harry was begining to get very bored. He'd read all the books in the room, several times most of them, drawn the view from the filthy window, written a letter to his uncle, telling him just what Harry would like to do with him, and for the past two days now, he'd been sitting on his bed doing absoloutley nothing.



He'd seen Snape yesterday, staliking around the garden, his daunting black robes sweeping around him. Harry wanted to pounce on him, rip his robes off and devour him.



He mentaly hit himself again. The man had raped him, and then obliviated the memory from him, he wasn't ment to be thinking of his rapist this way. The man was the head of Slytherin, slimy, greasy haired, hook nosed, sexy bastard with the most gorgeous ass who had been taunting him since he set foot inside Hogwarts. It wasn't affection the man showed him, it was loathing, so why should he feel affection for the slimy bastard?



He sat for another hour, meditating silently like he'd find out how to do in a book. It helped, it really did, untill Remus bashed his fist on the door, demanding to be let in.



Harry opened his eyes and glared at the door with all his might, willing it to explode, but all that happened was that it unlatched itself. He watched Remus poke his head around the door, before shrinking back into the pillows.



"What's wrong, Harry?" The older man asked after placing a tray with a bolw of stew and a mug of tea next to the boy and siting himself on the bed.



"Nothing." Harry replied, glaring at the stew. "I'm not hungry."



Remus shrugged and looked around the room. He could sence the boy's uneasiness, but didn't want to push further that Harry was willing to tell him. Harry had evidently chosen the smallest, darkest, most uninhabitable bedroom he could find. The bed he was sitting on was creaking ominously every time one of them shifted slightly, the windows were so filthy that he could barely see out of them, and the curtains had been eaten away to almost nothing. There was a doxy siting on the bedpost next to Harry, but neither made any attempt to attack the other.



Slightly worried for the boy's saftey, he looked over at Harry and saw the huge heap of books beside him, most of which were on dark magick and potions, especially poisons.



"Well, if you're sure?"



"I am." Harry snapped slightly harsher that he ment to, but wasn't in the mood to apologise.



~*~*~



After a particulatly disturbing dream about his uncle, Harry finaly emerged and padded silently downstairs to the library.



Severus was sitting in the corner of the Black family library, looking for a counter to the madness the Cruciatus curse caused if used for too long. He mentaly saluted to Frank and Alice Longbottom who were both in St. Mungo's for exactly that.



Being the midle of the night, it was completley silent, so he knew exactly when Harry had come in. He watched as the boy wandered around the huge room, pulling books off the shelves, seemingly at random, but a quick spell and the man could see what the boy was picking up.



'Poisons of the first war' was the first title that caught Severus' eye. He'd writen that himself. '101 ways to kill a man' was the next one, followed by 'Alpha - Omega dark curses' and so on it went untill he had his arms full of the dark tombes.



About 3 in the morning, Harry finally returned to his room, leaving Severus very confused.



TBC... If I ever get round to it.