Love's a twisted bitch
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
21,271
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
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Cedric's POV
Cedric was torn between punching his Potions Professor and bursting into tears (manly ones of course)
“Aww the poor little boy discovered that this is the real world. There’s no such thing as easy love. Did you think that I would just let this go? That little Potter would let you fuck him and love you for it? Did you think he would love you? A freak? That’s what you are! A FREAK! He will never love you! No one will!”” Snape shouted at him, his onyx eyes ablaze with some unknown emotion.
His words drove at Cedric’s soul like sharp knives, but being the steadfast soul that he was, Cedric refused to accept those words. Suddenly, Snape sunk to his knees, staring blankly at the opposite wall.
“Professor?” Cedric’s planned insults died in his throat as he watched the always proud, emotionless Potion’s Master have a breakdown. Cedric reached out a shaking hand for Snape’s shoulder.
He flinched so violently, as if he had just been whipped and spring to his feet, “Don’t touch me Diggory.” His emotionless mask had slipped on again.
“Out.” The word was as cold as a chip of ice.
Cedric withdrew his intended hand of comfort and he turned to the door, closing his eyes in resolve. His shoe snagged on a shard of glass, and as it tore into his toe, Cedric gasped and fell against Snape’s motionless back. Suddenly, his mind was besieged by whirling images.
A younger Snape was snarling and spewing profanities as he lay immobile on the ground, his wand about 10 feet away. 3 boys standing up roared with laughter. One had a rat like air about him, he sort of looked like Neville Longbottom with a more mousy look to him. The one standing next to him was exceptionally handsome, his shoulder length black hair elegantly framing his face. The boy standing next to him, here, Cedric’s heart made a leap looked exactly like an older version of Harry albeit with sparkling hazel eyes and his hair was purposely tousled instead of Harry’s naturally messy hair.
“Wash out your mouth,” the boy who must have been James said coldly, “Scourgify!”
Snape began to choke on the pink bubbles frothing from his mouth. He began to gag as the bubbles choked him.
“Leave him ALONE!” A girl with long thick crimson hair and bright green eyes strode angrily toward James. James suddenly adopted a voice that Cedric used when talking to Harry. She and James started to bicker but Cedric kept his attention on Snape. He fought the Impediment Jinx fiercely as he inched for his wand. There was a flash of light and gash appeared on Harry’s father’s face as he whirled around and flipped Snape in the air. Cedric caught a fleeting glance of fear on his face as his gaze was directed somewhere for a split second. Cedric turned and saw the only person who wasn’t laughing. He had his sandy brown hair tied back as he stared determinedly as his book as though hoping to drown himself in it. Remus Lupin.
A hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner. The man threw the bottle he was holding at the woman, a sickening crack sounded in the air as the bottle hit the woman on her head, blood trickled down her forehead as she collapsed on the ground. The boy screamed, “Mum!” and screamed again when the man lifted him up by his collar and threw him bodily down the stairs the basement.
A handsome dark haired man threw a young terrified boy away from him, sneering in disgust, “Did you think that I seriously cared for you? Sure you’re a pretty little whore, but a whore none the less. You’re good for nothing, you didn’t even satisfy me that much” The boy pleaded with him as the man spat at him, “Get up! You’re pathetic. You're just a little freak that no one gives a fuck about. Stop sniveling and go see to your father. I think he has a few choice words to say to you” He strode away as a dark shadow descended down upon the sobbing boy knocking him out with a violent fist.
The same hook-nosed man was thrusting into the same young boy who was screaming as blood trickled down his slender thighs.
“Say it! You’re a freak!” He panted harshly as he jerked his hips forcefully into the boy’s body.
“I am a freak! I know!” the boy screamed in agony as the man Cedric now recognized as his father found his completion in his son’s battered and broken body.
Cedric stumbled back as Snape shoved him away with one hand. He stared at his teacher, who had his sneering mask back in place.
“Didn’t I just order you to not touch me?” he spat
Cedric just stared at him with wide horrified eyes as his hand behind his back scrabbled for the doorknob. He backed away from Snape who had a slightly confused look in his eyes for a fleeting moment. As soon as he was back in Snape’s office, he turned and ran out of the room, sprinting down the long corridor desperately trying to banish the images from his mind.
Cedric recognized that tortured little boy being raped by his own father, Professor Snape. Who knew? Did anyone know? Did anyone bother to look underneath the surface and see why Snape was as miserable as he was? He now understood as he tripped over the top stair and tumbled down the stairs what Snape was saying and why he was saying it. Freak, the word drifted through Cedric’s mind like a curse as black filled into the edges of his vision while he lay in a heap at the bottom of the large staircase.
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Reviews are greatly appreciated
i promise that the story will lighten up in the next chapter
Cedric was torn between punching his Potions Professor and bursting into tears (manly ones of course)
“Aww the poor little boy discovered that this is the real world. There’s no such thing as easy love. Did you think that I would just let this go? That little Potter would let you fuck him and love you for it? Did you think he would love you? A freak? That’s what you are! A FREAK! He will never love you! No one will!”” Snape shouted at him, his onyx eyes ablaze with some unknown emotion.
His words drove at Cedric’s soul like sharp knives, but being the steadfast soul that he was, Cedric refused to accept those words. Suddenly, Snape sunk to his knees, staring blankly at the opposite wall.
“Professor?” Cedric’s planned insults died in his throat as he watched the always proud, emotionless Potion’s Master have a breakdown. Cedric reached out a shaking hand for Snape’s shoulder.
He flinched so violently, as if he had just been whipped and spring to his feet, “Don’t touch me Diggory.” His emotionless mask had slipped on again.
“Out.” The word was as cold as a chip of ice.
Cedric withdrew his intended hand of comfort and he turned to the door, closing his eyes in resolve. His shoe snagged on a shard of glass, and as it tore into his toe, Cedric gasped and fell against Snape’s motionless back. Suddenly, his mind was besieged by whirling images.
A younger Snape was snarling and spewing profanities as he lay immobile on the ground, his wand about 10 feet away. 3 boys standing up roared with laughter. One had a rat like air about him, he sort of looked like Neville Longbottom with a more mousy look to him. The one standing next to him was exceptionally handsome, his shoulder length black hair elegantly framing his face. The boy standing next to him, here, Cedric’s heart made a leap looked exactly like an older version of Harry albeit with sparkling hazel eyes and his hair was purposely tousled instead of Harry’s naturally messy hair.
“Wash out your mouth,” the boy who must have been James said coldly, “Scourgify!”
Snape began to choke on the pink bubbles frothing from his mouth. He began to gag as the bubbles choked him.
“Leave him ALONE!” A girl with long thick crimson hair and bright green eyes strode angrily toward James. James suddenly adopted a voice that Cedric used when talking to Harry. She and James started to bicker but Cedric kept his attention on Snape. He fought the Impediment Jinx fiercely as he inched for his wand. There was a flash of light and gash appeared on Harry’s father’s face as he whirled around and flipped Snape in the air. Cedric caught a fleeting glance of fear on his face as his gaze was directed somewhere for a split second. Cedric turned and saw the only person who wasn’t laughing. He had his sandy brown hair tied back as he stared determinedly as his book as though hoping to drown himself in it. Remus Lupin.
A hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner. The man threw the bottle he was holding at the woman, a sickening crack sounded in the air as the bottle hit the woman on her head, blood trickled down her forehead as she collapsed on the ground. The boy screamed, “Mum!” and screamed again when the man lifted him up by his collar and threw him bodily down the stairs the basement.
A handsome dark haired man threw a young terrified boy away from him, sneering in disgust, “Did you think that I seriously cared for you? Sure you’re a pretty little whore, but a whore none the less. You’re good for nothing, you didn’t even satisfy me that much” The boy pleaded with him as the man spat at him, “Get up! You’re pathetic. You're just a little freak that no one gives a fuck about. Stop sniveling and go see to your father. I think he has a few choice words to say to you” He strode away as a dark shadow descended down upon the sobbing boy knocking him out with a violent fist.
The same hook-nosed man was thrusting into the same young boy who was screaming as blood trickled down his slender thighs.
“Say it! You’re a freak!” He panted harshly as he jerked his hips forcefully into the boy’s body.
“I am a freak! I know!” the boy screamed in agony as the man Cedric now recognized as his father found his completion in his son’s battered and broken body.
Cedric stumbled back as Snape shoved him away with one hand. He stared at his teacher, who had his sneering mask back in place.
“Didn’t I just order you to not touch me?” he spat
Cedric just stared at him with wide horrified eyes as his hand behind his back scrabbled for the doorknob. He backed away from Snape who had a slightly confused look in his eyes for a fleeting moment. As soon as he was back in Snape’s office, he turned and ran out of the room, sprinting down the long corridor desperately trying to banish the images from his mind.
Cedric recognized that tortured little boy being raped by his own father, Professor Snape. Who knew? Did anyone know? Did anyone bother to look underneath the surface and see why Snape was as miserable as he was? He now understood as he tripped over the top stair and tumbled down the stairs what Snape was saying and why he was saying it. Freak, the word drifted through Cedric’s mind like a curse as black filled into the edges of his vision while he lay in a heap at the bottom of the large staircase.
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Reviews are greatly appreciated
i promise that the story will lighten up in the next chapter