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The End of Pretence
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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12
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10,445
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33
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Chapter Four
Here's the next chapter. After this, I think I'm just going to do gloss overs of the first five books. Everything that happened will still happen, but with maybe a few tweeks.
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Chapter Four
July 30, 1991
Age 10 (Almost 11)
Harry had to smile to himself. He daren’t let it show in the car. Ten years with these people had made him excellent at hiding his emotions without looking like he was. That was because Vernon had an uncanny ability to read emotions. Vernon was going a little crazy right now, trying to avoid the Hogwarts letters. Of course, it was pointless. Driving to a new location wouldn’t stop the owls, or Wizarding world for that matter, from finding the “Famous Harry Potter”. As for Vernon “hating the Wizarding world” and “not wanting him to go to that freak school” Harry knew it was all an act.
Harry was curious one day when he noticed that whenever they got a letter that looked like an old-fashioned one and claimed to be from solicitors, his family’s treatment would alter in some way. Coupled with the fact that he knew Dumbledore had already sent one letter dictating his treatment, he thought it prudent to intercept these. He would make sure he was up when the post came early in the morning, sneak out of his cupboard whit a handy wandless alohomora (the twin had slipped him a book on basic spells), and intercept the letters. Later that night, he would use his magic to open, read and reseal the letters, and then add them to the post the next morning. His family was none the wiser. He had laughed as his plan from Gringotts came to fruition; the letters had increased as they panicked over that one. You see, after convincing the Kounsil of Gerngir (Their court system, basically) to hold off on charging anyone, he had gotten them to agree to his devious little plot. When he found out that the significant amount stolen from him (about 868,943 galleons and change) was basically a drop in the bucket, he told them to slowly move his monies to other, secret vaults. Then, as the money started to dry up, start getting his restitution in the form of pulling the money everyone thought was from his accounts, from Dumbledore’s. They were to leave the school account that his parents left for him alone though. Harry wanted to see if the great Dumbledore would actually tell him his parents left him anything or not. If Dumbledore actually caught on, which he did, they were to tell him that some obscure law allowed them to do this. Harry got back around 10,000 galleons before the old man caught on. He told the goblins to wait on pulling the rest of his stolen money until he gave the go ahead.
This last letter, though, had caused him no amount of amusement, even through the pain. It had told the Dursley’s to go to extreme measures to not let Harry receive his letters, and to give him a good beating every time they kept coming. Dumbledore seemed to be using basic psychological weapons, which Harry was supposed to be too stupid to see. He isolated him with people who hated and despised him. For years, they verbally and physically abused him, using everything from food deprivation to actual fists. Then, when he should have about lost hope because he was old enough to actually know better, he gets his first letter from a world who desperately wants him. Of course, he’s not allowed to see this first letter, no. That wouldn’t let him see how bad they wanted him. No, they had to slowly increase the number, using various methods, to make him think that whoever was writing the letter thought him worthy of a lot of trouble. If he hadn’t found the twins and Bill when he did, it probably would have worked too. He thumbed the small book on Wizarding history in his pocket that Bill had given him. He had learned all about Dumbledore. It was a book that was presently banned in England because of the brutal honesty about Dumbledore’s early life. Yes, he defeated the evil wizard Gindlewald, but the fact that he and Gindlewald had been previous friends was unmentioned in all current histories on the subject. Also kept quiet was the suspicious death of Dumbledore’s sister. It was all quite fishy. All anyone could remember now-a-days though, was how Dumbledore saved them from a great evil. He was like a god in their eyes. Harry wondered why hey still thought that a baby could have destroyed Voldemort when even their Dumbledore couldn’t.
Harry sighed as he watched Vernon disappear into the shop and come out with his purchases. He tried to shift and find a more comfortable position for his battered frame. Riding in a car all day was not the most fun with belted arse and bruised ribs. He was a bit impatient to get all this over with, since he knew it was all a show put on for his benefit.
He was silent as his uncle made them get into the boat. Arriving at the small island with a shack in the center of the lake, Harry almost wanted to laugh. This was all for him! Dumbledore really wanted Harry to see him as his own personal savior.
Later that night, as Harry was counting down the seconds to his eleventh birthday, he was startled by a loud BOOM!
*The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.
BOOM! They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.
“Where’s the cannon?” he said stupidly.
There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was now holding a rifle in his hands- now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.
“Who’s there?” he shouted. “I warn you- I’m armed!”
There was a pause, then-
SMASH!
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash, landed flat on the floor.
A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all that hair.*
Showtime.
By the way, if you didn't notice, the last part is the actual words verbatem from the book, It was a favorite part.
!m/(^_^)!m/
~Alto~
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Chapter Four
July 30, 1991
Age 10 (Almost 11)
Harry had to smile to himself. He daren’t let it show in the car. Ten years with these people had made him excellent at hiding his emotions without looking like he was. That was because Vernon had an uncanny ability to read emotions. Vernon was going a little crazy right now, trying to avoid the Hogwarts letters. Of course, it was pointless. Driving to a new location wouldn’t stop the owls, or Wizarding world for that matter, from finding the “Famous Harry Potter”. As for Vernon “hating the Wizarding world” and “not wanting him to go to that freak school” Harry knew it was all an act.
Harry was curious one day when he noticed that whenever they got a letter that looked like an old-fashioned one and claimed to be from solicitors, his family’s treatment would alter in some way. Coupled with the fact that he knew Dumbledore had already sent one letter dictating his treatment, he thought it prudent to intercept these. He would make sure he was up when the post came early in the morning, sneak out of his cupboard whit a handy wandless alohomora (the twin had slipped him a book on basic spells), and intercept the letters. Later that night, he would use his magic to open, read and reseal the letters, and then add them to the post the next morning. His family was none the wiser. He had laughed as his plan from Gringotts came to fruition; the letters had increased as they panicked over that one. You see, after convincing the Kounsil of Gerngir (Their court system, basically) to hold off on charging anyone, he had gotten them to agree to his devious little plot. When he found out that the significant amount stolen from him (about 868,943 galleons and change) was basically a drop in the bucket, he told them to slowly move his monies to other, secret vaults. Then, as the money started to dry up, start getting his restitution in the form of pulling the money everyone thought was from his accounts, from Dumbledore’s. They were to leave the school account that his parents left for him alone though. Harry wanted to see if the great Dumbledore would actually tell him his parents left him anything or not. If Dumbledore actually caught on, which he did, they were to tell him that some obscure law allowed them to do this. Harry got back around 10,000 galleons before the old man caught on. He told the goblins to wait on pulling the rest of his stolen money until he gave the go ahead.
This last letter, though, had caused him no amount of amusement, even through the pain. It had told the Dursley’s to go to extreme measures to not let Harry receive his letters, and to give him a good beating every time they kept coming. Dumbledore seemed to be using basic psychological weapons, which Harry was supposed to be too stupid to see. He isolated him with people who hated and despised him. For years, they verbally and physically abused him, using everything from food deprivation to actual fists. Then, when he should have about lost hope because he was old enough to actually know better, he gets his first letter from a world who desperately wants him. Of course, he’s not allowed to see this first letter, no. That wouldn’t let him see how bad they wanted him. No, they had to slowly increase the number, using various methods, to make him think that whoever was writing the letter thought him worthy of a lot of trouble. If he hadn’t found the twins and Bill when he did, it probably would have worked too. He thumbed the small book on Wizarding history in his pocket that Bill had given him. He had learned all about Dumbledore. It was a book that was presently banned in England because of the brutal honesty about Dumbledore’s early life. Yes, he defeated the evil wizard Gindlewald, but the fact that he and Gindlewald had been previous friends was unmentioned in all current histories on the subject. Also kept quiet was the suspicious death of Dumbledore’s sister. It was all quite fishy. All anyone could remember now-a-days though, was how Dumbledore saved them from a great evil. He was like a god in their eyes. Harry wondered why hey still thought that a baby could have destroyed Voldemort when even their Dumbledore couldn’t.
Harry sighed as he watched Vernon disappear into the shop and come out with his purchases. He tried to shift and find a more comfortable position for his battered frame. Riding in a car all day was not the most fun with belted arse and bruised ribs. He was a bit impatient to get all this over with, since he knew it was all a show put on for his benefit.
He was silent as his uncle made them get into the boat. Arriving at the small island with a shack in the center of the lake, Harry almost wanted to laugh. This was all for him! Dumbledore really wanted Harry to see him as his own personal savior.
Later that night, as Harry was counting down the seconds to his eleventh birthday, he was startled by a loud BOOM!
*The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.
BOOM! They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.
“Where’s the cannon?” he said stupidly.
There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was now holding a rifle in his hands- now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.
“Who’s there?” he shouted. “I warn you- I’m armed!”
There was a pause, then-
SMASH!
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash, landed flat on the floor.
A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all that hair.*
Showtime.
By the way, if you didn't notice, the last part is the actual words verbatem from the book, It was a favorite part.
!m/(^_^)!m/
~Alto~