Being a Slytherin
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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9
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17,359
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17
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1
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Choices
8. Choices
Standing in front of his head of house's private rooms Harry tried every unlocking charm he could think of but as expected it did not work. Snape warded his rooms extensively and whenever Harry visited him, the other had opened. Next to the door was a small painting where a snake lay coiled together obviously sleeping.
“Fuck,” Harry cursed softly.
The snake opened its eyes. “He issss not there.”
“I am aware of that,” Harry growled but the snake was clearly not impressed.
“Then why are you trying to unlock hissss roomssss?”
“You would not understand,” Harry muttered resigned to return to the common to wait for his teacher's return.
The snake uncoiled itself slowly. “He doesssss not like it when ssssomebody enterssss hissss roomssss when he issss not there.”
Harry grunted. “I only want to wait for him.”
“I cannot make an exemption,” the snake hissed.
Sighing deeply Harry turned away. “I did not expect you to.”
When he had taken two steps away from the door he heard the snake hiss again and the door opened.
“Fortunately he issss back just yet.”
Carefully Harry entered the living room wary of the possibility of an intruder but he found the room deserted. But next to the fireplace lay a silken black robe and a white mask in a heap on the floor.
“Professor?”
When he got no answer the boy wanted to leave again when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Spinning around he was relieved when he saw his head of house there.
“What are you doing here Harry?” He sounded tired and there was blood on his white shirt.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Severus sighed deeply but shook his head. “I need to change into something clean- you can wait on the couch.” With that he turned around and when he walked into his bedroom he was limping.
Uneasy Harry flopped onto the leather couch and waited. He could hear when the wardrobe was opened and then he could make out the rustle as the elder wizard changed. Maybe he wanted to be alone? The boy decided to make sure Snape was al right before he would leave.
Five minutes later the tall frame of his teacher returned dressed in his usual clothes he wore under his school robes. He poured himself a glass from his firewhiskey and emptied it in one go. His inky black eyes flickered when he faced his student.
“Why are you here?”
Harry swallowed nervously. “Are you okay?”
Grunting the elder wizard sat down in his arm chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“No, but I will be eventually. Would you mind if we continue our conversation over last night tomorrow?”
The boy shook his head. “I would not.”
For a while the flicker of the fire was the only sound until Harry could stand it no more. “Do you need anything?”
Focusing his weary eyes on Harry Severus appeared to consider that and slowly nodded.
“In my lab there are a couple of potion vials in the drawer under my desk.”
Happy to be able to do something Harry quickly crossed the room and once he reached the door to his teacher's personal lab, it opened with a flick of Snape's wand. He had been here many times before, sometimes assisting the potion master and at times only to kill times. Inside the drawer he found a wooden box which he took and carried into the living room.
Placing it on the couch table he turned to his professor again to see if it was safe to open it. Severus motioned for him to go on and inside Harry found several vials filled with a dark red potion. Taking one out he handed it over and watched as the elder wizard opened it and downed it in one gulp.
“What's it for?” Harry softly asked as he sat down.
“Cruciatus curse,” Severus said but did not elaborate.
“You were a Death Eater.” It was no question but Harry's tone of voice lacked accusation.
Pressing his lips tightly shut the elder wizard nodded as flicked his wand to pour himself another shot of firewhiskey. He emptied the glass in one go and then began to massage his temple. Harry had no intention to leave however.
“I would have understood, you know?” Keeping his eyes on his lap Harry spoke softly. “Or I would have tried to. Of course you are not obligated to tell me anything, so I guess it's kinda okay that you didn't. Still I just want you to know that I still think you are an exceptional wizard.”
Severus sighed. “Sometimes in your life you feel trapped, cornered. I made a horrible decision fifteen years ago I still suffer from the consequences. I can accept that, I even agree with that. But in this particular situation I was not the only party involved. And the fact that innocent people have to suffer because of what I did, sits heavily in my stomach.”
“You mean my parents?”
“And you.” Severus replied.
They were silent for a while until Harry broke the quietness.
“Was Malfoy senior there too?”
Focusing on the boy again Snape nodded.
“Do I want to know how you found out?”
Harry gave him a crooked smile. “He cornered me in the library and gave me a pathetic speech about powerful and pitiful wizards. Told me that he was one of the powerful ones. I just kinda figured the rest out myself.”
Slowly he rose from the couch.
“Maybe I should return to my dorm. You need some rest Professor. Goodnight sir.”
When he was at the door it opened on its own accord.
“Goodnight Mr Potter.”
AN: Thanks for your lovely reviews. A little bit to drive the plot forward. Enjoy!
Standing in front of his head of house's private rooms Harry tried every unlocking charm he could think of but as expected it did not work. Snape warded his rooms extensively and whenever Harry visited him, the other had opened. Next to the door was a small painting where a snake lay coiled together obviously sleeping.
“Fuck,” Harry cursed softly.
The snake opened its eyes. “He issss not there.”
“I am aware of that,” Harry growled but the snake was clearly not impressed.
“Then why are you trying to unlock hissss roomssss?”
“You would not understand,” Harry muttered resigned to return to the common to wait for his teacher's return.
The snake uncoiled itself slowly. “He doesssss not like it when ssssomebody enterssss hissss roomssss when he issss not there.”
Harry grunted. “I only want to wait for him.”
“I cannot make an exemption,” the snake hissed.
Sighing deeply Harry turned away. “I did not expect you to.”
When he had taken two steps away from the door he heard the snake hiss again and the door opened.
“Fortunately he issss back just yet.”
Carefully Harry entered the living room wary of the possibility of an intruder but he found the room deserted. But next to the fireplace lay a silken black robe and a white mask in a heap on the floor.
“Professor?”
When he got no answer the boy wanted to leave again when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Spinning around he was relieved when he saw his head of house there.
“What are you doing here Harry?” He sounded tired and there was blood on his white shirt.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Severus sighed deeply but shook his head. “I need to change into something clean- you can wait on the couch.” With that he turned around and when he walked into his bedroom he was limping.
Uneasy Harry flopped onto the leather couch and waited. He could hear when the wardrobe was opened and then he could make out the rustle as the elder wizard changed. Maybe he wanted to be alone? The boy decided to make sure Snape was al right before he would leave.
Five minutes later the tall frame of his teacher returned dressed in his usual clothes he wore under his school robes. He poured himself a glass from his firewhiskey and emptied it in one go. His inky black eyes flickered when he faced his student.
“Why are you here?”
Harry swallowed nervously. “Are you okay?”
Grunting the elder wizard sat down in his arm chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“No, but I will be eventually. Would you mind if we continue our conversation over last night tomorrow?”
The boy shook his head. “I would not.”
For a while the flicker of the fire was the only sound until Harry could stand it no more. “Do you need anything?”
Focusing his weary eyes on Harry Severus appeared to consider that and slowly nodded.
“In my lab there are a couple of potion vials in the drawer under my desk.”
Happy to be able to do something Harry quickly crossed the room and once he reached the door to his teacher's personal lab, it opened with a flick of Snape's wand. He had been here many times before, sometimes assisting the potion master and at times only to kill times. Inside the drawer he found a wooden box which he took and carried into the living room.
Placing it on the couch table he turned to his professor again to see if it was safe to open it. Severus motioned for him to go on and inside Harry found several vials filled with a dark red potion. Taking one out he handed it over and watched as the elder wizard opened it and downed it in one gulp.
“What's it for?” Harry softly asked as he sat down.
“Cruciatus curse,” Severus said but did not elaborate.
“You were a Death Eater.” It was no question but Harry's tone of voice lacked accusation.
Pressing his lips tightly shut the elder wizard nodded as flicked his wand to pour himself another shot of firewhiskey. He emptied the glass in one go and then began to massage his temple. Harry had no intention to leave however.
“I would have understood, you know?” Keeping his eyes on his lap Harry spoke softly. “Or I would have tried to. Of course you are not obligated to tell me anything, so I guess it's kinda okay that you didn't. Still I just want you to know that I still think you are an exceptional wizard.”
Severus sighed. “Sometimes in your life you feel trapped, cornered. I made a horrible decision fifteen years ago I still suffer from the consequences. I can accept that, I even agree with that. But in this particular situation I was not the only party involved. And the fact that innocent people have to suffer because of what I did, sits heavily in my stomach.”
“You mean my parents?”
“And you.” Severus replied.
They were silent for a while until Harry broke the quietness.
“Was Malfoy senior there too?”
Focusing on the boy again Snape nodded.
“Do I want to know how you found out?”
Harry gave him a crooked smile. “He cornered me in the library and gave me a pathetic speech about powerful and pitiful wizards. Told me that he was one of the powerful ones. I just kinda figured the rest out myself.”
Slowly he rose from the couch.
“Maybe I should return to my dorm. You need some rest Professor. Goodnight sir.”
When he was at the door it opened on its own accord.
“Goodnight Mr Potter.”
AN: Thanks for your lovely reviews. A little bit to drive the plot forward. Enjoy!