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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
Chapters:
13
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16,337
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter 5
Disclaimer: As always, I do not own HP!
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! It gives me motivation to continue typing out the rest of this LONG story.
And now, on to the chapter!!
Chapter 5
Several Hours Prior…
The Dark Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle by a selected few (or pookie by Nagini), was a very happy man. Finally, he had broken the power of his archenemy’s wards around Harry Potter’s home, and managed to kill his filthy Muggle relatives.
Regaining his power after his rebirth (most of which he could not recall) had taken longer than he had anticipated. Unfortunately, the boy had already left the home earlier that evening, but at least he was out from under Dumbledore’s manipulative thumb for once.
Through Severus, he had discovered that the boy had become disenchanted with Dumbledore’s side after the recent death of Cedric Diggory.
That murder he could blame on Pettigrew’s overzealousness and the confusion from his life as an almost powerless entity.
Even after his rebirth, it had taken days to recover his true self, buried under layers upon layers of rage and insanity. Even now he could not recall most of what had taken place at the graveyard (what a cliché place to conduct a ritual; he had been forced to hurt Pettigrew for that one).
Now all he needed to do was contact his grandson, so that he could finally tell him what had really occurred all those years ago.
What Dumbledore had done to his only daughter, Lily, and what had really caused the deaths of Harry’s parents.
Hopefully, if he was careful, he could convince Harry to stay with him at his hidden mansion where he would be safer.
Voldemort frowned and pondered what exactly he needed to do, while ignoring the food and tea that had sat at his side for nearly an hour. Sitting in his favorite armchair in his extravagant study, he looked much like his younger self.
With rich dark hair and green eyes, he practically oozed wealth with his luxurious clothes and dignified air.
Yes, he had recovered very well from his rebirth.
Unknown to the wizarding world, he came from a very old wizarding line, long thought to be extinct. However, as he had discovered in his youth, it had actually become a line of squibs, the latent magic traveling down through the generations, until combined with his mother’s magic, it appeared in him.
Upon reaching his majority, he had been notified of several vaults that had been held in the family name for centuries until an appropriate magical heir came along. He had searched through the vaults and had discovered that he was incredibly wealthy and classified as a Pureblood.
This discovery had given him the leverage he needed to become the leader of the other Pureblood families, who would do anything for the true Lord Slytherin.
It had been all too easy then to begin making his way through the Ministry, and just when he had been on his way to becoming Minister of Magic Albus Dumbledore had decided to block his way.
Afraid of any Slytherin, Dumbledore had turned the public against him and, before he knew it, the man had come after him, his followers, and his family.
The attack upon his grandson and his parents had been disastrous, and he had arrived shortly after the old man had killed his daughter and her husband. They immediately began to duel and by accident, a stray curse had hit his grandson, but instead of the expected result, it had bounced off and hit him instead.
As a result, he had spent years as a spirit, living off whatever he could to survive. It had taken years of thought, and, more recently, research, but he had finally determined that it was the complex connection between himself, his grandson, and Dumbledore that had caused the unusual result.
He had decided that if the curse had bounced and hit Dumbledore it would have possibly had the same effect. But that was years in the past, and it was next to impossible for the same situation to occur.
Startled from his thoughts by a sudden knock on the oaken door of his study, Voldemort looked up to see Severus Snape, his Potions Master, spy, and friend anxiously looking into the room.
“Ah, Severus,” he stated affably. “Come and have a seat.”
Gracefully entering, Severus chose a leather armchair situated near the fireplace.
“What can I do for you?”
“I was surprised that the Potter boy was not in residence,” he answered hesitantly, brushing a strand of his non-greasy hair behind his ear.
Voldemort smirked at the changed appearance. Severus’ “normal” appearance at school was mainly a disguise, used to generate fear among the students and staff. It was much harder to question someone’s actions if you were afraid of the person.
“As far as I could tell he still believed in the old fool when he left from school.”
Voldemort gazed at his friend evenly, waiting for him to sort out his thoughts.
“Are you going to go after the boy?” Voldemort shook his head and reached for the now cold cup of tea, absently heating it with a wandless spell, as Severus sipped from a freshly delivered cup.
“I have no need to. The boy must already suspect; all I need to do is to contact him and let him know his options. He will be informed that he has a place to go if he wants the truth and protection.”
Severus studied the flames in the fireplace a moment before speaking. “What should I tell the old fool? About the raid, I mean?”
Voldemort snorted dismissively. “Just inform him that it was a product of my insane rage. He will believe that.”
Severus nodded as he took another sip of the tea.
The next half hour was spent in silent contemplation, both men lost in their thoughts of the future of the wizarding world.
The Boy-Who-Lived.
End of Chapter 5!!
Please review!!!
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! It gives me motivation to continue typing out the rest of this LONG story.
And now, on to the chapter!!
Chapter 5
Several Hours Prior…
The Dark Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle by a selected few (or pookie by Nagini), was a very happy man. Finally, he had broken the power of his archenemy’s wards around Harry Potter’s home, and managed to kill his filthy Muggle relatives.
Regaining his power after his rebirth (most of which he could not recall) had taken longer than he had anticipated. Unfortunately, the boy had already left the home earlier that evening, but at least he was out from under Dumbledore’s manipulative thumb for once.
Through Severus, he had discovered that the boy had become disenchanted with Dumbledore’s side after the recent death of Cedric Diggory.
That murder he could blame on Pettigrew’s overzealousness and the confusion from his life as an almost powerless entity.
Even after his rebirth, it had taken days to recover his true self, buried under layers upon layers of rage and insanity. Even now he could not recall most of what had taken place at the graveyard (what a cliché place to conduct a ritual; he had been forced to hurt Pettigrew for that one).
Now all he needed to do was contact his grandson, so that he could finally tell him what had really occurred all those years ago.
What Dumbledore had done to his only daughter, Lily, and what had really caused the deaths of Harry’s parents.
Hopefully, if he was careful, he could convince Harry to stay with him at his hidden mansion where he would be safer.
Voldemort frowned and pondered what exactly he needed to do, while ignoring the food and tea that had sat at his side for nearly an hour. Sitting in his favorite armchair in his extravagant study, he looked much like his younger self.
With rich dark hair and green eyes, he practically oozed wealth with his luxurious clothes and dignified air.
Yes, he had recovered very well from his rebirth.
Unknown to the wizarding world, he came from a very old wizarding line, long thought to be extinct. However, as he had discovered in his youth, it had actually become a line of squibs, the latent magic traveling down through the generations, until combined with his mother’s magic, it appeared in him.
Upon reaching his majority, he had been notified of several vaults that had been held in the family name for centuries until an appropriate magical heir came along. He had searched through the vaults and had discovered that he was incredibly wealthy and classified as a Pureblood.
This discovery had given him the leverage he needed to become the leader of the other Pureblood families, who would do anything for the true Lord Slytherin.
It had been all too easy then to begin making his way through the Ministry, and just when he had been on his way to becoming Minister of Magic Albus Dumbledore had decided to block his way.
Afraid of any Slytherin, Dumbledore had turned the public against him and, before he knew it, the man had come after him, his followers, and his family.
The attack upon his grandson and his parents had been disastrous, and he had arrived shortly after the old man had killed his daughter and her husband. They immediately began to duel and by accident, a stray curse had hit his grandson, but instead of the expected result, it had bounced off and hit him instead.
As a result, he had spent years as a spirit, living off whatever he could to survive. It had taken years of thought, and, more recently, research, but he had finally determined that it was the complex connection between himself, his grandson, and Dumbledore that had caused the unusual result.
He had decided that if the curse had bounced and hit Dumbledore it would have possibly had the same effect. But that was years in the past, and it was next to impossible for the same situation to occur.
Startled from his thoughts by a sudden knock on the oaken door of his study, Voldemort looked up to see Severus Snape, his Potions Master, spy, and friend anxiously looking into the room.
“Ah, Severus,” he stated affably. “Come and have a seat.”
Gracefully entering, Severus chose a leather armchair situated near the fireplace.
“What can I do for you?”
“I was surprised that the Potter boy was not in residence,” he answered hesitantly, brushing a strand of his non-greasy hair behind his ear.
Voldemort smirked at the changed appearance. Severus’ “normal” appearance at school was mainly a disguise, used to generate fear among the students and staff. It was much harder to question someone’s actions if you were afraid of the person.
“As far as I could tell he still believed in the old fool when he left from school.”
Voldemort gazed at his friend evenly, waiting for him to sort out his thoughts.
“Are you going to go after the boy?” Voldemort shook his head and reached for the now cold cup of tea, absently heating it with a wandless spell, as Severus sipped from a freshly delivered cup.
“I have no need to. The boy must already suspect; all I need to do is to contact him and let him know his options. He will be informed that he has a place to go if he wants the truth and protection.”
Severus studied the flames in the fireplace a moment before speaking. “What should I tell the old fool? About the raid, I mean?”
Voldemort snorted dismissively. “Just inform him that it was a product of my insane rage. He will believe that.”
Severus nodded as he took another sip of the tea.
The next half hour was spent in silent contemplation, both men lost in their thoughts of the future of the wizarding world.
The Boy-Who-Lived.
End of Chapter 5!!
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