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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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14
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27,506
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57
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Currently Reading:
1
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One of Our Own. . .
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me but the wonderful J.K. Rowling and last I checked that wasn't the name on my driver's license. So I'm making no money, all I have are student loans, and an ornery cat who thinks driving me bonkers is his lot in life.
One last note: I’m sure I’ll get things wrong on occasion, please, if you find something I’ve done wrong that you just need to nitpick on, send me an email and I will fix it. I can be reached at: thedarksynfullegend@gmail.com
Much love to my friends who listen to me rant and rave, my betas the CelticMuse and Darkwatch, and most of all to those of you who take the time to read and review my stories. Thank you.
Warnings: Action Adventure, Angst, First Time, Romance, Slash
Timeline: Set after Book Five: Order of the Phoenix. Canon until then.
Italics – thoughts.
. . . italics – flashback
. . . Bold italics – dream/fantasy sequence
Bold Text - Journal or Paragraph entry.
Summary – Harry has been working on becoming an animagus to spend the full moons with Remus now that Sirius is gone. Unfortunately he becomes stuck in his animal form and no one knows what has become of the young wizard. Fortunately, one Severus Snape comes across Harry and decides to adopt the stray. Harry sees a completely new side of his most hated Potions Master.
Author's Note: This story was posted before but I left the readers wondering and it was irking me that I didn't expand on scenes that needed it, and a few more things were pounding in my brain that needed to come out. So for all the readers who read, left reviews and commentary...and finally finished a year later...this one is for you.
- The Dark Synful Legend
Molly Weasley puttered around her kitchen, waving her wand angrily as she sent dishes flying to shelves, while her husband and three of her many children watched from the safety of the entrance to the kitchen not wanting to send her ire up further. When she was finished, Molly replaced her wand and looked up to see concern shining in the eyes of her family. “He could be DEAD! He could be ANYWHERE and Dumbledore has not said one word to the Order except to find him!” Molly wanted to cry at all the times she had seen Harry looking rather thin, but the boy always managed to make her smile even in the darkest hours. The thought of Dumbledore not doing more to find Harry sent her into another tirade and her wand came out and whipped it around.
Fred and George exchanged glances with their older brother Charlie who had come from Romania to be with them in this crisis. One of their own was missing, it didn't matter to any of them that Harry wasn't blood related, they were family regardless. The twins had sat down a few days ago and told their mother what they had seen at Privet Drive four years ago, she had been absolutely livid and only Arthur had been able to calm her down. Hermione Granger had come to spend time with the family, after she had received an owl to call Harry since no one had heard from him. When Hedwig had shown up, Molly was frantic, and even more when the bird took flight. “Fred, George, come look at this.” Charlie spoke as he was staring at the grandfather clock in the living room.
The twins walked over and looked at the clock in question. Where normally there were nine golden hands on the clock, all of them at various points. Most of them were either at home, while Percy, whose spoon refused to be moved was pointed to work. But somewhere in the last week a new spoon had been added magically. It was of Harry Potter. “Blimey, look!” Fred said, pointing to the new glistening hand which was resting between lost and mortal peril.
“Has mum seen this?”
“If she has, it would explain why she's in a right kerfluffle.” Charlie replied. “I can't believe Dumbledore won't do more to find Harry. If he is the 'Chosen One' and he is the only one to defeat old snake face, then shouldn't we be looking for him?”
“Overheard Mum talking to Dad, said Dumbledore told the Order to find him but he's the only one not doing anything, its like he doesn't care.” George said, “He didn't care last year remember? Umbridge, and her quill. He has that embedded in the back of his hand now.”
Charlie looked perplexed, “Umbridge? I don't think you told me this.”
“Yeah, he's got the words, 'I must not tell lies' permanently scarred on the back of his left hand. Ron and Hermione saw it the most, but its there, I've seen it.”
“RONALD WEASLEY!” Molly screeched suddenly and Ron thundered down the stairs in a panic, skidding to a halt as he faced his mother who was red faced, furious and seemed to be focused like a raptor with prey on him.
Looking around frantically for any help that he could find, he noticed three of his brothers standing behind him and his Dad in the kitchen sitting down and looking subdued. “I didn't do it mum, it was them!” Ron said, pointing at his brothers, in particular the twins.
“We did not!” They retorted together.
“QUIET!” Molly snapped, “Ronald, how much abuse has Harry suffered at home?”
“Uh...” Ron started, as he flushed and looked down at the wooden slats beneath his feet.
“Do NOT make me ask you again!”
“He didn't want anyone to know mum.”
“Know what?”
Ron sighed and shoved a hand through his hair as he did when he faced his mother. “Harry was kept in a cupboard for the first ten years of his life, he didn't even know he was a wizard.” He didn't want to be the one telling his mother these things, but knew that he had to. The one thing he could never do was face his mother and lie. “They kept food from him, it's why every year on his birthday I sent him candy, and you sent food, but I doubt you knew why.”
“I don't believe it! Those muggles...” her voice turned deadly. She bustled through the kitchen grabbing her shawl on the way as she made her way for the door, “I'll teach them to harm one of my own.”
“Molly! I cannot let you go there!”
“Arthur Weasley! I am your wife, not your property, and I will go where I want!” Molly shouted, turning and striding through the living room towards the front door but paused and turned on her heel. “Fred! George! You went to Harry Potter's house his second year, where is it?!” She snapped.
“Mum, calm down...”
“You DROVE your father's enchanted car there! I know you know where it is now, TAKE ME THERE!” her voice went up two octaves. Her voice made the boys wince as they hated when she took that tone.
They glanced over her shoulder to where their father was standing. “Dad?”
“Do as your mother says, we'll go. Charlie, can you stay here and watch over the others until we return?”
Charlie nodded, not about to risk his mother's ire and grabbing Ron's elbow dragged him upstairs where he figured Ginny and Hermione who had come to the Burrow for a few days. He and Ron watched though as the quartet piled into the Ford Angelina and headed from the Burrow towards Surrey.
~*~
Number Four Privet Drive was semi-quiet today. Vernon was sitting inside watching the telly while Petunia was outside in the garden picking weeds from her flowerbeds when the car drove up. She barely turned her head to watch as four red-headed people piled out of the vehicle and started up the walk. “Can I help you?” She asked politely as she brushed the dirt off her dress while rising to her feet.
“We have come to ask you a few questions.” Arthur said as he looked around curiously, “may we enter your home?”
She frowned a bit, as she gazed at the foursome. There was something familiar about them but she couldn't place her finger on it. “Questions about what?”
“Your nephew, Harry Potter!” Molly snapped having reached the end of her patience.
“Inside! Now!” Petunia screeched as she hurried towards the house to get away from the prying eyes of the neighbors. “Vernon...” She said softly, entering the sitting room. When she didn't get a response, she tried again, “Vernon!”
“What is it?!” Vernon said sharply as he pulled a spoon from his mouth that he had been dipping into a container of ice cream. Petunia gestured towards the quartet. “They of his lot then?” Was the inquiry, when she nodded silently, the vein in his forehead started to throb. “Leave my house!”
Arthur wandered slightly to peruse different things in the hallway, as he poked at various items trying to decipher what they were. Muggles have such clever devices. He thought to himself, though he was looking around for some evidence that Harry Potter had indeed lived in the house. His eyes drifted to the cupboard under the stairs that had recently been repaired.
Molly pulled out her wand, “Not before we get some answers.” She said sharply.
Vernon turned an alarming shade of red as the vein in his temple throbbed viciously. “I will not have this rubbish in my house!” Raising a brow, Molly swished her wand and made him sit in the nearest chair, and magically bound him. “You freak! You're just like that ruddy boy!” He hissed at her.
“Where is your nephew, Mr. Dursley?” Molly asked, “if you tell us, we'll go and never darken your doorstep again.”
“I don't know, I threw him out.” Vernon replied, a scowl on his face.
Petunia blanched, “Vernon that is not what you told me, you said he ran away.”
“Do you mean you were not even here?” Arthur inquired, as he watched the twins shifting as they had their pockets probably filled with new pranks they were dying to try. He waved them back with one hand as he looked over at Molly, who was growing more and more agitated.
Not liking the fact that he was dodging the questions and hating his answers Molly strode over to where Vernon was seated and slapped him across his face, “Where is Harry Potter?!” Petunia gasped as she watched Vernon's head snap to the side with the force of the blow. His beady eyes were narrowed even more and the vein in his temple was throbbing to the point where it looked as though it may explode. “Answer me!” Molly hissed.
“He's gone.”
“Gone where?”
“I don't know, nor do I care. Good riddance to the little freak!” Vernon spoke, staring at the red headed clan that had invaded his home.
Arthur stepped in front of his wife to protect her as Vernon appeared that he was about to do something stupid. But it was the twins who spoke up, “Mum, lets go, he's not going to tell us anything.”
“That's right.” She responded, her voice cold. “They won't tell anyone.” she kept speaking as she lifted her wand.
~*~
Once they were safely back at the Burrow, Molly who had clearly been very distraught by all that she had seen, including a glance at the cupboard beneath the staircase was now currently upstairs crying. Ginny and Hermione were there to take care of her and look after the woman who was hurting for her adopted son. Downstairs however, things were grim. Arthur was telling Charlie and Ron what Vernon Dursley had said before his wife had obliviated both the Dursley's memories of their nephew. He had first thought that in her anger and rage she was going to use the one curse that could land her in Azkaban but she held back mumbling something about Harry not wanting that, for he was such a giving young man. “We should contact the Order, they will want to know this.”
“No, mum didn't want Dumbledore to know any of this. She doesn't trust him anymore, Dad.” Fred said as he looked over at his twin who simply nodded in confirmation.
Arthur Weasley nodded slightly. “We'll keep this to ourselves for now, but there are a few people I do want to tell what transpired in that house. Remus for instance.”
“I agree.” Charlie piped, “Remus would want to know, and perhaps Professor McGonagall.”
Arthur nodded once more as the trio sat down to write letters to members of the Order of the Phoenix. Arthur however was wondering where Harry Potter was and if he was safe.
~*~
Author's Note - Never EVER make Molly Weasley that angry...or any mother for that matter....
~*~
One last note: I’m sure I’ll get things wrong on occasion, please, if you find something I’ve done wrong that you just need to nitpick on, send me an email and I will fix it. I can be reached at: thedarksynfullegend@gmail.com
Much love to my friends who listen to me rant and rave, my betas the CelticMuse and Darkwatch, and most of all to those of you who take the time to read and review my stories. Thank you.
Warnings: Action Adventure, Angst, First Time, Romance, Slash
Timeline: Set after Book Five: Order of the Phoenix. Canon until then.
Italics – thoughts.
. . . italics – flashback
. . . Bold italics – dream/fantasy sequence
Bold Text - Journal or Paragraph entry.
Summary – Harry has been working on becoming an animagus to spend the full moons with Remus now that Sirius is gone. Unfortunately he becomes stuck in his animal form and no one knows what has become of the young wizard. Fortunately, one Severus Snape comes across Harry and decides to adopt the stray. Harry sees a completely new side of his most hated Potions Master.
Author's Note: This story was posted before but I left the readers wondering and it was irking me that I didn't expand on scenes that needed it, and a few more things were pounding in my brain that needed to come out. So for all the readers who read, left reviews and commentary...and finally finished a year later...this one is for you.
- The Dark Synful Legend
Chapter Five – One of Our Own
Molly Weasley puttered around her kitchen, waving her wand angrily as she sent dishes flying to shelves, while her husband and three of her many children watched from the safety of the entrance to the kitchen not wanting to send her ire up further. When she was finished, Molly replaced her wand and looked up to see concern shining in the eyes of her family. “He could be DEAD! He could be ANYWHERE and Dumbledore has not said one word to the Order except to find him!” Molly wanted to cry at all the times she had seen Harry looking rather thin, but the boy always managed to make her smile even in the darkest hours. The thought of Dumbledore not doing more to find Harry sent her into another tirade and her wand came out and whipped it around.
Fred and George exchanged glances with their older brother Charlie who had come from Romania to be with them in this crisis. One of their own was missing, it didn't matter to any of them that Harry wasn't blood related, they were family regardless. The twins had sat down a few days ago and told their mother what they had seen at Privet Drive four years ago, she had been absolutely livid and only Arthur had been able to calm her down. Hermione Granger had come to spend time with the family, after she had received an owl to call Harry since no one had heard from him. When Hedwig had shown up, Molly was frantic, and even more when the bird took flight. “Fred, George, come look at this.” Charlie spoke as he was staring at the grandfather clock in the living room.
The twins walked over and looked at the clock in question. Where normally there were nine golden hands on the clock, all of them at various points. Most of them were either at home, while Percy, whose spoon refused to be moved was pointed to work. But somewhere in the last week a new spoon had been added magically. It was of Harry Potter. “Blimey, look!” Fred said, pointing to the new glistening hand which was resting between lost and mortal peril.
“Has mum seen this?”
“If she has, it would explain why she's in a right kerfluffle.” Charlie replied. “I can't believe Dumbledore won't do more to find Harry. If he is the 'Chosen One' and he is the only one to defeat old snake face, then shouldn't we be looking for him?”
“Overheard Mum talking to Dad, said Dumbledore told the Order to find him but he's the only one not doing anything, its like he doesn't care.” George said, “He didn't care last year remember? Umbridge, and her quill. He has that embedded in the back of his hand now.”
Charlie looked perplexed, “Umbridge? I don't think you told me this.”
“Yeah, he's got the words, 'I must not tell lies' permanently scarred on the back of his left hand. Ron and Hermione saw it the most, but its there, I've seen it.”
“RONALD WEASLEY!” Molly screeched suddenly and Ron thundered down the stairs in a panic, skidding to a halt as he faced his mother who was red faced, furious and seemed to be focused like a raptor with prey on him.
Looking around frantically for any help that he could find, he noticed three of his brothers standing behind him and his Dad in the kitchen sitting down and looking subdued. “I didn't do it mum, it was them!” Ron said, pointing at his brothers, in particular the twins.
“We did not!” They retorted together.
“QUIET!” Molly snapped, “Ronald, how much abuse has Harry suffered at home?”
“Uh...” Ron started, as he flushed and looked down at the wooden slats beneath his feet.
“Do NOT make me ask you again!”
“He didn't want anyone to know mum.”
“Know what?”
Ron sighed and shoved a hand through his hair as he did when he faced his mother. “Harry was kept in a cupboard for the first ten years of his life, he didn't even know he was a wizard.” He didn't want to be the one telling his mother these things, but knew that he had to. The one thing he could never do was face his mother and lie. “They kept food from him, it's why every year on his birthday I sent him candy, and you sent food, but I doubt you knew why.”
“I don't believe it! Those muggles...” her voice turned deadly. She bustled through the kitchen grabbing her shawl on the way as she made her way for the door, “I'll teach them to harm one of my own.”
“Molly! I cannot let you go there!”
“Arthur Weasley! I am your wife, not your property, and I will go where I want!” Molly shouted, turning and striding through the living room towards the front door but paused and turned on her heel. “Fred! George! You went to Harry Potter's house his second year, where is it?!” She snapped.
“Mum, calm down...”
“You DROVE your father's enchanted car there! I know you know where it is now, TAKE ME THERE!” her voice went up two octaves. Her voice made the boys wince as they hated when she took that tone.
They glanced over her shoulder to where their father was standing. “Dad?”
“Do as your mother says, we'll go. Charlie, can you stay here and watch over the others until we return?”
Charlie nodded, not about to risk his mother's ire and grabbing Ron's elbow dragged him upstairs where he figured Ginny and Hermione who had come to the Burrow for a few days. He and Ron watched though as the quartet piled into the Ford Angelina and headed from the Burrow towards Surrey.
~*~
Number Four Privet Drive was semi-quiet today. Vernon was sitting inside watching the telly while Petunia was outside in the garden picking weeds from her flowerbeds when the car drove up. She barely turned her head to watch as four red-headed people piled out of the vehicle and started up the walk. “Can I help you?” She asked politely as she brushed the dirt off her dress while rising to her feet.
“We have come to ask you a few questions.” Arthur said as he looked around curiously, “may we enter your home?”
She frowned a bit, as she gazed at the foursome. There was something familiar about them but she couldn't place her finger on it. “Questions about what?”
“Your nephew, Harry Potter!” Molly snapped having reached the end of her patience.
“Inside! Now!” Petunia screeched as she hurried towards the house to get away from the prying eyes of the neighbors. “Vernon...” She said softly, entering the sitting room. When she didn't get a response, she tried again, “Vernon!”
“What is it?!” Vernon said sharply as he pulled a spoon from his mouth that he had been dipping into a container of ice cream. Petunia gestured towards the quartet. “They of his lot then?” Was the inquiry, when she nodded silently, the vein in his forehead started to throb. “Leave my house!”
Arthur wandered slightly to peruse different things in the hallway, as he poked at various items trying to decipher what they were. Muggles have such clever devices. He thought to himself, though he was looking around for some evidence that Harry Potter had indeed lived in the house. His eyes drifted to the cupboard under the stairs that had recently been repaired.
Molly pulled out her wand, “Not before we get some answers.” She said sharply.
Vernon turned an alarming shade of red as the vein in his temple throbbed viciously. “I will not have this rubbish in my house!” Raising a brow, Molly swished her wand and made him sit in the nearest chair, and magically bound him. “You freak! You're just like that ruddy boy!” He hissed at her.
“Where is your nephew, Mr. Dursley?” Molly asked, “if you tell us, we'll go and never darken your doorstep again.”
“I don't know, I threw him out.” Vernon replied, a scowl on his face.
Petunia blanched, “Vernon that is not what you told me, you said he ran away.”
“Do you mean you were not even here?” Arthur inquired, as he watched the twins shifting as they had their pockets probably filled with new pranks they were dying to try. He waved them back with one hand as he looked over at Molly, who was growing more and more agitated.
Not liking the fact that he was dodging the questions and hating his answers Molly strode over to where Vernon was seated and slapped him across his face, “Where is Harry Potter?!” Petunia gasped as she watched Vernon's head snap to the side with the force of the blow. His beady eyes were narrowed even more and the vein in his temple was throbbing to the point where it looked as though it may explode. “Answer me!” Molly hissed.
“He's gone.”
“Gone where?”
“I don't know, nor do I care. Good riddance to the little freak!” Vernon spoke, staring at the red headed clan that had invaded his home.
Arthur stepped in front of his wife to protect her as Vernon appeared that he was about to do something stupid. But it was the twins who spoke up, “Mum, lets go, he's not going to tell us anything.”
“That's right.” She responded, her voice cold. “They won't tell anyone.” she kept speaking as she lifted her wand.
~*~
Once they were safely back at the Burrow, Molly who had clearly been very distraught by all that she had seen, including a glance at the cupboard beneath the staircase was now currently upstairs crying. Ginny and Hermione were there to take care of her and look after the woman who was hurting for her adopted son. Downstairs however, things were grim. Arthur was telling Charlie and Ron what Vernon Dursley had said before his wife had obliviated both the Dursley's memories of their nephew. He had first thought that in her anger and rage she was going to use the one curse that could land her in Azkaban but she held back mumbling something about Harry not wanting that, for he was such a giving young man. “We should contact the Order, they will want to know this.”
“No, mum didn't want Dumbledore to know any of this. She doesn't trust him anymore, Dad.” Fred said as he looked over at his twin who simply nodded in confirmation.
Arthur Weasley nodded slightly. “We'll keep this to ourselves for now, but there are a few people I do want to tell what transpired in that house. Remus for instance.”
“I agree.” Charlie piped, “Remus would want to know, and perhaps Professor McGonagall.”
Arthur nodded once more as the trio sat down to write letters to members of the Order of the Phoenix. Arthur however was wondering where Harry Potter was and if he was safe.
~*~
Author's Note - Never EVER make Molly Weasley that angry...or any mother for that matter....
~*~