Who, What and Where am I?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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17,295
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44
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What makes you laugh?
Title: Who, what and where am I?
Summary: ‘Severus sat down hard as he extracted his mind from Potter. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be true! Potter was a spoiled brat, selfish and self-centered! He was not ‘boy’. He couldn’t be!’
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! JK Rowling and her Publishers owns Harry Potter and anything associated with it.
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic. There will be references to sexual situations, chan and non-con. If this disturbs you then please do NOT read. I’ve warned you so don’t flame me about that! But, it will have a happy ending.
I also want to mention, although I put it as a warning when I first posted this fic I didn’t tell you in the first chapter. There will be incest, non-con incest but incest all the same.
Hope you enjoy the fic and if you have any suggestions please put them in a review and I will have a look at them.
I want to thank you all for your lovely reviews!! They keep me going.
Chapter 8
What makes you laugh?
You do remember that it had been MY father whom had done that to you, do you not? I know what I’m talking about Potter and the only way you will feel better about yourself is if you talk about it
Harry replayed those words in his head for hours on end. The reality of the matter was making itself known to Harry and he was having difficulty accepting what it all was alluding to.
Harry had, for the past week, been withdrawing himself from his friends and … er.. thinking about what had happened. Okay, so maybe Snape would call it wallowing but Harry didn’t care. He just had to take the time to think things over.
The previous night’s discussion however, was raging havoc with Harry’s emotions and he didn’t know what to think or feel anymore.
The realization that Snape had endured that…. for years was finally imprinting itself in his brain. \"the only way you will feel better about yourself is if you talk about it.\"
Make me feel better? Feel better like Snape does? Turn me into a snarky, sarcastic and hurtful bastard? Is that what talking about things would do? Harry’s acceptance of talking it through was starting to feel like a very bad idea.
Was that Snape’s plan? Did he want to turn Harry into a bastard like himself?
Because obviously talking had done absolutely nothing in terms of helping Snape cope with the happenings of his childhood. Okay, so he had been able to mask his true self from the world and endure even more pain and ridicule by hiding behind a cold mask but that was not what Harry wanted for himself.
The thought that Snape maybe had no-one to talk to about his own hurtful past flashed through Harry’s mind and he held onto that thought for a while.
Maybe he could turn these sessions in his favor and turn the talks onto Snape instead of himself? He would have to be careful and do it subtly as Snape was the king of Slytherin but Harry was sure he could do it if he really tried.
Maybe Hermione had been right all this time. Maybe he did have a saving-people-thing.
The thought about why he wanted to help Snape of all people popped up in his mind but he already had an answer to that.
He did not want to help Snape-sarcastic-mean-bastard, he wanted to help ‘sonny’, the lost and hurt boy who was hiding somewhere behind a cold mask.
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One minute passed seven and the bloody boy was not there yet.
What did Potter think? That he did this for his own amusement? That he did this to pass the time? He had other work to do thank you very much!
A knock on his door distracted him from his thoughts and he called out to the person to enter.
Potter.
One minute and 35 seconds late.
He had told the boy not to be late.
Who was he kidding? It was Potter! Of course the boy would go against his Professor’s wishes and do as he pleased!
The boy opened his mouth, not doubt having an excuse waiting to the spurted from those full, round, pink lips. Get your mind out of the gutter Severus. The boy is here to talk, nothing else.
He cut the boy off before he could say anything.
“You. Are. Late.”
The boy cringed visibly and Severus felt a little better.
He had not suddenly become any less of a bastard; those thoughts about the boy’s soft, pink lips had just been a momentary laps in concentration.
“I’m sorry si….”
Severus cut the boy off once again. Not wanting to hear any excuses. It was his time he was offering to help the boy and HE would be the one to choose how it was spent.
“I do not want to hear any excuses Potter! I specifically asked you NOT to be late but once again the great Harry Potter had had better things to do and everyone else came second on his list.”
The boy looked down but Severus could hear one or two whispered words. Something like one minute and bastard.
So no other Professor would make a big deal about one minute, but that did not mean that Severus would be lenient towards the little miscreants.
“Ten points from Gryffindor for not following orders. Sit down Potter.”
The boy took a seat as far away from Severus as possible and fidgeted with his hands in his lap.
Five minutes later the boy had yet to talk and Severus was losing patience.
“I told you last night that you will be doing the talking Potter so get to it!”
The boy jumped a bit and lifted his face to look at Severus. Emotions flickered through the boy’s eyes and Severus made a mental note to continue with the Occlumency lessons. The boy was like an open book!
“I er… I don’t know what to say.” “Sir” he added as Severus lifted an eyebrow.
“What is it that goes through that thick head of yours during the day Potter? Quidditch? Girls? Voldemort? Or Merlin forbids, thoughts about your classes?”
The boy scowled at the implied insult to his ‘academic’ knowledge. “I er.. I think about quidditch, and my classes and what I’ll do after school.” The voice was hesitant, as if the boy expected insults to be thrown his way.
Severus repressed a sigh. He had known this was going to be difficult. Just how difficult had not been clear until now.
The boy was scared out of his wits that Snape would deduct points or ridicule him for any minor mistake he made.
“Potter! I told you last night. I’m trying to help you here and for that I need your co-operation! Now, start talking or get out of this office. We will be talking about what happened to you when you ‘were me’, but for now we will just get a ‘feel for each other’.”
Potter looked at him, blinked, looked down at his hands and then up at him again.
No words were forthcoming and Severus was losing patience fast.
“What makes you laugh Potter?” Severus asked as the silence stretched and became uncomfortable.
The boy snapped his head up and Severus was surprised to see a deep sorrow in them.
“I don’t know sir. I er… smile at some of the jokes Ron or Hermione makes. And I love the feeling of flying or winning a match but I’m not sure about laughing sir.”
The boy looked down at his lap and Severus was just about to put forth another topic of conversation when whispered words reached his ears.
“I’ve never laughed before sir. I don’t know what would make me laugh as it has never happened.”
Severus could honestly say that he had never been more shocked or speechless in his life.
End Chapter 8
Sad!!! I know.
What did you think?
Review please!!!
Summary: ‘Severus sat down hard as he extracted his mind from Potter. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be true! Potter was a spoiled brat, selfish and self-centered! He was not ‘boy’. He couldn’t be!’
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! JK Rowling and her Publishers owns Harry Potter and anything associated with it.
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic. There will be references to sexual situations, chan and non-con. If this disturbs you then please do NOT read. I’ve warned you so don’t flame me about that! But, it will have a happy ending.
I also want to mention, although I put it as a warning when I first posted this fic I didn’t tell you in the first chapter. There will be incest, non-con incest but incest all the same.
Hope you enjoy the fic and if you have any suggestions please put them in a review and I will have a look at them.
I want to thank you all for your lovely reviews!! They keep me going.
Chapter 8
What makes you laugh?
You do remember that it had been MY father whom had done that to you, do you not? I know what I’m talking about Potter and the only way you will feel better about yourself is if you talk about it
Harry replayed those words in his head for hours on end. The reality of the matter was making itself known to Harry and he was having difficulty accepting what it all was alluding to.
Harry had, for the past week, been withdrawing himself from his friends and … er.. thinking about what had happened. Okay, so maybe Snape would call it wallowing but Harry didn’t care. He just had to take the time to think things over.
The previous night’s discussion however, was raging havoc with Harry’s emotions and he didn’t know what to think or feel anymore.
The realization that Snape had endured that…. for years was finally imprinting itself in his brain. \"the only way you will feel better about yourself is if you talk about it.\"
Make me feel better? Feel better like Snape does? Turn me into a snarky, sarcastic and hurtful bastard? Is that what talking about things would do? Harry’s acceptance of talking it through was starting to feel like a very bad idea.
Was that Snape’s plan? Did he want to turn Harry into a bastard like himself?
Because obviously talking had done absolutely nothing in terms of helping Snape cope with the happenings of his childhood. Okay, so he had been able to mask his true self from the world and endure even more pain and ridicule by hiding behind a cold mask but that was not what Harry wanted for himself.
The thought that Snape maybe had no-one to talk to about his own hurtful past flashed through Harry’s mind and he held onto that thought for a while.
Maybe he could turn these sessions in his favor and turn the talks onto Snape instead of himself? He would have to be careful and do it subtly as Snape was the king of Slytherin but Harry was sure he could do it if he really tried.
Maybe Hermione had been right all this time. Maybe he did have a saving-people-thing.
The thought about why he wanted to help Snape of all people popped up in his mind but he already had an answer to that.
He did not want to help Snape-sarcastic-mean-bastard, he wanted to help ‘sonny’, the lost and hurt boy who was hiding somewhere behind a cold mask.
*------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*
One minute passed seven and the bloody boy was not there yet.
What did Potter think? That he did this for his own amusement? That he did this to pass the time? He had other work to do thank you very much!
A knock on his door distracted him from his thoughts and he called out to the person to enter.
Potter.
One minute and 35 seconds late.
He had told the boy not to be late.
Who was he kidding? It was Potter! Of course the boy would go against his Professor’s wishes and do as he pleased!
The boy opened his mouth, not doubt having an excuse waiting to the spurted from those full, round, pink lips. Get your mind out of the gutter Severus. The boy is here to talk, nothing else.
He cut the boy off before he could say anything.
“You. Are. Late.”
The boy cringed visibly and Severus felt a little better.
He had not suddenly become any less of a bastard; those thoughts about the boy’s soft, pink lips had just been a momentary laps in concentration.
“I’m sorry si….”
Severus cut the boy off once again. Not wanting to hear any excuses. It was his time he was offering to help the boy and HE would be the one to choose how it was spent.
“I do not want to hear any excuses Potter! I specifically asked you NOT to be late but once again the great Harry Potter had had better things to do and everyone else came second on his list.”
The boy looked down but Severus could hear one or two whispered words. Something like one minute and bastard.
So no other Professor would make a big deal about one minute, but that did not mean that Severus would be lenient towards the little miscreants.
“Ten points from Gryffindor for not following orders. Sit down Potter.”
The boy took a seat as far away from Severus as possible and fidgeted with his hands in his lap.
Five minutes later the boy had yet to talk and Severus was losing patience.
“I told you last night that you will be doing the talking Potter so get to it!”
The boy jumped a bit and lifted his face to look at Severus. Emotions flickered through the boy’s eyes and Severus made a mental note to continue with the Occlumency lessons. The boy was like an open book!
“I er… I don’t know what to say.” “Sir” he added as Severus lifted an eyebrow.
“What is it that goes through that thick head of yours during the day Potter? Quidditch? Girls? Voldemort? Or Merlin forbids, thoughts about your classes?”
The boy scowled at the implied insult to his ‘academic’ knowledge. “I er.. I think about quidditch, and my classes and what I’ll do after school.” The voice was hesitant, as if the boy expected insults to be thrown his way.
Severus repressed a sigh. He had known this was going to be difficult. Just how difficult had not been clear until now.
The boy was scared out of his wits that Snape would deduct points or ridicule him for any minor mistake he made.
“Potter! I told you last night. I’m trying to help you here and for that I need your co-operation! Now, start talking or get out of this office. We will be talking about what happened to you when you ‘were me’, but for now we will just get a ‘feel for each other’.”
Potter looked at him, blinked, looked down at his hands and then up at him again.
No words were forthcoming and Severus was losing patience fast.
“What makes you laugh Potter?” Severus asked as the silence stretched and became uncomfortable.
The boy snapped his head up and Severus was surprised to see a deep sorrow in them.
“I don’t know sir. I er… smile at some of the jokes Ron or Hermione makes. And I love the feeling of flying or winning a match but I’m not sure about laughing sir.”
The boy looked down at his lap and Severus was just about to put forth another topic of conversation when whispered words reached his ears.
“I’ve never laughed before sir. I don’t know what would make me laugh as it has never happened.”
Severus could honestly say that he had never been more shocked or speechless in his life.
End Chapter 8
Sad!!! I know.
What did you think?
Review please!!!