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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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6
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10
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January
January
17.
“Snape! Snape! How do you like my present this time? Have you cursed anyone yet?” Walks in, grinning. “Snape?” Looks around. “What the…” Goes to the fireplace and throws in some Floo powder. “Headmistress McGonagall’s office!”
The fire spikes green.
“Headmistress!”
“Harry? Welcome back, Harry. How was your trip?”
“Fine. Listen, I am in Snape’s rooms, and they are empty. Like completely empty.”
“Mr. Filtch had, probably, finished clearing up.”
“Filtch? Clearing up? Did Snape move to some other rooms over the holidays?”
“Oh, you didn’t know.”
“Knew what?”
“Severus left Hogwarts.”
“What? When?”
“As soon as his papers came through, he packed up and left.”
“Left? What do you mean left? Like for a trip? When is he coming back?”
“He is not.”
“What? You let him quit in the middle of the school year?!”
“Harry, Hogwarts was a prison for him for too long…”
“But, Minerva…”
“It is for the best, believe me. I didn’t want to make him stay.”
“But… Right.” After a pause, “Do you know where he went?”
“No. He didn’t say…”
“Right. Right.” After another pause, quietly, “He didn’t even owl me.”
“Well…” Sighs, “Harry, why don’t you stop by my office for a cup of tea?”
Runs the hand through the hair. “All right.”
1717171717
Sits, staring into a burning hearth. Gets up and wanders aimlessly around the room. From time to time stops to look at one of the pictures on the mantel, the occupant of which invariably scowls and turns away.
“Right.” Runs the hand through the hair. “Right… Right.”
Finally, heads to the bedroom. At the door turns and flicks the wand.
The room instantaneously darkens except for the fire in the hearth and a squire of moonlight that eliminates a part of the desk and a corner of the carpet.
Halts. Rushes to the desk. There is a letter. Takes a shaky breath, grabs the letter, and opens it hurriedly.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I would like to thank you for your involvement in persuading the law enforcement authorities to overrule my sentence and reinstate my inheritance claim. Your actions were unexpected, but much appreciated.
To insure that your effort was not in vain, I decided to leave the wizarding Britain. My recent experience has demonstrated how flexible the laws could be in the hand of the Ministry officials, and I have no desire to tempt either them, or the fate. While I have the opportunity, I am going to simply disappear. Probably for good.
Since it is highly unlikely that we ever meet again, I suppose I should mention that your acquaintance wasn’t entirely unpleasant, although, at times, I did wished you were never born. I suspect the latter sentiment was very much mutual.
As a parting gift I want to finally offer you an explanation of how I found you in the final battle. I understand this gift is not as practical as bookends, or not as esthetically pleasing as a painting, but at the moment it is the only thing I have that could be of any worth to you.
You were right - it wasn’t only your luck that I managed to find you. There was a spell. The nature of this spell makes it relatively useless, hence little known. Luckily for you (well, your luck did play a part) I was familiar with it. Here is the description:
As you point your wand up and draw a small circle with it, you incant Reperio meus cordis. If there is such a person, the spell takes you to them. Otherwise, you remain where you are.
Now your curiosity satisfied, I bid you farewell.
Have a good live.
S. Snape.
Reads the letter twice. Turns it to look at the other side of the paper. Checks the envelope. “Shit, Snape, shit.” Reads the letter again. Takes the wand out and jabs first the letter and then the envelope several times, murmuring spells under his breathe. Nothing happens. Puts the wand away and reads the letter once more.
Suddenly, the eyes widened, stops at one of the lines. Reads, “Reperio meus cordis…” Looks up. “Find my…heart? Heart?” Drops ungracefully on the chair. “No, Snape, what are you saying?” Reads the letter again. “No.” Folds and unfolds the paper. Looks around. “Shit. It is impossible. Snape, how could you… Why did you never tell me…” Jumps up and starts pacing. “All this time, all this time… Snape, you should’ve… You could’ve… We would’ve…” Flops on the couch. “Stupid git.” Sits for a while, frowning at the letter. “Stupid, stupid, stupid… How am I going to…” Grabs the envelope again, carefully examines it inside and out, then looks at it, holding it against the moonlight. Does the same with the letter. “Shit.” Folds the letter and sticks it into the envelope. “No matter. I am going to find you, Snape. I am going to…” Suddenly, grins wildly and rips the letter out of the envelope. Looks triumphally at the paper in his hand. “Gotch ya!” Jumps up, whipping out the wand. Points it up and, drawing a small circle on the air, murmurs, “Reperio meus cordis.”
The next moment he is gone.
The end
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A/N A huge thanks to all of you, who left a review.
17.
“Snape! Snape! How do you like my present this time? Have you cursed anyone yet?” Walks in, grinning. “Snape?” Looks around. “What the…” Goes to the fireplace and throws in some Floo powder. “Headmistress McGonagall’s office!”
The fire spikes green.
“Headmistress!”
“Harry? Welcome back, Harry. How was your trip?”
“Fine. Listen, I am in Snape’s rooms, and they are empty. Like completely empty.”
“Mr. Filtch had, probably, finished clearing up.”
“Filtch? Clearing up? Did Snape move to some other rooms over the holidays?”
“Oh, you didn’t know.”
“Knew what?”
“Severus left Hogwarts.”
“What? When?”
“As soon as his papers came through, he packed up and left.”
“Left? What do you mean left? Like for a trip? When is he coming back?”
“He is not.”
“What? You let him quit in the middle of the school year?!”
“Harry, Hogwarts was a prison for him for too long…”
“But, Minerva…”
“It is for the best, believe me. I didn’t want to make him stay.”
“But… Right.” After a pause, “Do you know where he went?”
“No. He didn’t say…”
“Right. Right.” After another pause, quietly, “He didn’t even owl me.”
“Well…” Sighs, “Harry, why don’t you stop by my office for a cup of tea?”
Runs the hand through the hair. “All right.”
1717171717
Sits, staring into a burning hearth. Gets up and wanders aimlessly around the room. From time to time stops to look at one of the pictures on the mantel, the occupant of which invariably scowls and turns away.
“Right.” Runs the hand through the hair. “Right… Right.”
Finally, heads to the bedroom. At the door turns and flicks the wand.
The room instantaneously darkens except for the fire in the hearth and a squire of moonlight that eliminates a part of the desk and a corner of the carpet.
Halts. Rushes to the desk. There is a letter. Takes a shaky breath, grabs the letter, and opens it hurriedly.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I would like to thank you for your involvement in persuading the law enforcement authorities to overrule my sentence and reinstate my inheritance claim. Your actions were unexpected, but much appreciated.
To insure that your effort was not in vain, I decided to leave the wizarding Britain. My recent experience has demonstrated how flexible the laws could be in the hand of the Ministry officials, and I have no desire to tempt either them, or the fate. While I have the opportunity, I am going to simply disappear. Probably for good.
Since it is highly unlikely that we ever meet again, I suppose I should mention that your acquaintance wasn’t entirely unpleasant, although, at times, I did wished you were never born. I suspect the latter sentiment was very much mutual.
As a parting gift I want to finally offer you an explanation of how I found you in the final battle. I understand this gift is not as practical as bookends, or not as esthetically pleasing as a painting, but at the moment it is the only thing I have that could be of any worth to you.
You were right - it wasn’t only your luck that I managed to find you. There was a spell. The nature of this spell makes it relatively useless, hence little known. Luckily for you (well, your luck did play a part) I was familiar with it. Here is the description:
As you point your wand up and draw a small circle with it, you incant Reperio meus cordis. If there is such a person, the spell takes you to them. Otherwise, you remain where you are.
Now your curiosity satisfied, I bid you farewell.
Have a good live.
S. Snape.
Reads the letter twice. Turns it to look at the other side of the paper. Checks the envelope. “Shit, Snape, shit.” Reads the letter again. Takes the wand out and jabs first the letter and then the envelope several times, murmuring spells under his breathe. Nothing happens. Puts the wand away and reads the letter once more.
Suddenly, the eyes widened, stops at one of the lines. Reads, “Reperio meus cordis…” Looks up. “Find my…heart? Heart?” Drops ungracefully on the chair. “No, Snape, what are you saying?” Reads the letter again. “No.” Folds and unfolds the paper. Looks around. “Shit. It is impossible. Snape, how could you… Why did you never tell me…” Jumps up and starts pacing. “All this time, all this time… Snape, you should’ve… You could’ve… We would’ve…” Flops on the couch. “Stupid git.” Sits for a while, frowning at the letter. “Stupid, stupid, stupid… How am I going to…” Grabs the envelope again, carefully examines it inside and out, then looks at it, holding it against the moonlight. Does the same with the letter. “Shit.” Folds the letter and sticks it into the envelope. “No matter. I am going to find you, Snape. I am going to…” Suddenly, grins wildly and rips the letter out of the envelope. Looks triumphally at the paper in his hand. “Gotch ya!” Jumps up, whipping out the wand. Points it up and, drawing a small circle on the air, murmurs, “Reperio meus cordis.”
The next moment he is gone.
The end
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A/N A huge thanks to all of you, who left a review.