In the Lurking Darkness
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
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4,069
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6
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In the Lurking Darkness
This is the first chapter for what will be a very long, dark fic. Characters maybe somewhat OOC depending on your point of view.
TITLE: In the Lurking Darkness
AUTHOR: Taran
PAIRING: SS/HP SS/LV SS/LM
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I\'m just borrowing for a while, and then I\'ll send it all back the way I found it.
SUMMARY: Severus\' nightmares eventually draw him and Harry together.
WARNINGS: This is a dark story involving rape, death, and angst in every possible way.
ARCHIVING: Anywhere. Just ask first please.
THANKS: Thank you to Sher and Chark for their inspiration and encouragement.
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In the Lurking Darkness
The dungeons were deceptively quiet. There were no windows to rattle, no drafts to let in the howling winds. The heavy stone walls blocked out the claps of thunder and driving rain. Only the smell of damp moss penetrated and hung heavy in the air.
The heavy walls didn\'t only block out sounds from outside, but locked the sounds within as well. No one heard the screams and cries of pain, nor the wails of despair. No one knew the dreams that haunted Severus Snape every night that he dared to sleep.
Severus was covered in a cold sweat, again. He had given up on the Dreamless Sleep Potion months ago because it stopped working. His dreams had become more and more vivid and violent. He knew he was becoming addicted to his Awake potion so he had avoided taking it for the last three days. Last night he was so exhausted that he had expected, hoped, that he would fall into such a deep sleep that he wouldn\'t dream. He was miserably mistaken.
He rose from his bed pealing his sticky night shirt off his chilled body and headed into the shower. His heart was still racing as he turned on the hot water and let it cascade over his slim, shivering frame. He was nearly in tears from frustration, exhaustion, and lingering fear.
The dream had been so vivid and exactly the same as every other one. Severus shivered at the memories flooding his mind and slid to the bottom of the shower, cowering in a tight ball. He needed to talk to someone, but he didn\'t know who. Albus worried about him so much already. If he knew of Severus\' fears, he would only make him stop his work for the Order and that would only make things worse for Severus.
He could talk to Minerva, but then she would tell Albus. He had even considered talking to Trelawny but dismissed that idea. She was already predicting his doom every day, along side Potter\'s. She would only compound his fears.
The one person he wanted to speak to about the dreams was the last person he should talk to. Harry Potter was about to graduate but would remained at the school at Albus\' suggestion. Potter needed to remain under the watchful eye of the headmaster and so would be staying on at Hogwarts to assume the roll of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.
Severus had no trouble admitting to the necessity of it, nor that Potter would be a very good DADA professor. What did bother him was the fact that he would have to continue to see a very large facet of his nightmares on a daily basis.
He couldn\'t talk to Potter about his nightmares. The boy, man, didn\'t even like him. He would only laugh at Severus\' fears and weaknesses. Severus felt utterly alone as he huddled in the corner of the shower, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. He remained there, shivering as the water turned cold, until his alarm signalled it was time to get ready for class.
He stood up slowly, turning the water off, and stepped gingerly out of the shower. He was cold and stiff from sitting in the cold water too long. He slowly and meticulously prepared himself for the day. His face set in his usual scowl to hide his fear and exhaustion, Severus made his way through to dungeons to the Great Hall to pretend to eat.
Rounding the last corner, Severus was faced with two seventh year Hufflepuffs kissing and groping.
\"Twenty points from each of you for your lurid display!\" he yelled menacingly, causing the young lovers to jump. \"Now, get out of my way!\"
He heard them grumbling as he swept past. He hated always having to be the git, but that was his role and he was forced to follow along. Besides, after doing it for so long, it was all completely second nature to him now. It was safer that way, as well. No one got close enough to hurt him, and he couldn\'t hurt them.
Severus ignored Albus\' searching eyes as he took his usual seat at the end of the staff table. He grunted in response to Albus\' greeting and began sipping his tea slowly, still chilled from the shower.
He poked absentmindedly at his plate as his eyes lost focus. He let his mind drift around over potion recipes and various herbs. Only when other staff members began to leave the table, did he come out of his thoughts enough to look down at his plate. In his reverie he had mutilated his sausages and bacon, scattering them around the plate amid his ripped toast and scrambled eggs.
He sighed, glaring down at the plate before angrily pushing it aside and standing to leave.
\"Severus?\"
He turned his dark eyes to the headmaster, looked at him briefly, then turned away. He was not at all ready to talk to his oldest friend.
By the time Severus reached his Potions classroom he was in the foulest of moods. He had glared and yelled at slow moving students in the halls and had even handed out detention to a couple of fourth year Gryffindors for not getting out of his path fast enough. He knew he was not being fair, but what did it matter anyhow? The headstrong, loyal Gryffindors would be the first to fall when his \"Master\" finally struck.
He stopped short as he entered the class and saw Potter. Snippets of memories from his dreams assaulted his mind. It took all the control he had not to give any outward indication of the emotions raging within. He barked orders at the class and watched them scramble to obey. He sat behind his desk, glaring and sneering.
Over the next two hours, he was particularly harsh with all the students, but Potter especially. He had to keep Potter distant. It was the only way he could see to protect the young man.
~*~*~*~
TITLE: In the Lurking Darkness
AUTHOR: Taran
PAIRING: SS/HP SS/LV SS/LM
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I\'m just borrowing for a while, and then I\'ll send it all back the way I found it.
SUMMARY: Severus\' nightmares eventually draw him and Harry together.
WARNINGS: This is a dark story involving rape, death, and angst in every possible way.
ARCHIVING: Anywhere. Just ask first please.
THANKS: Thank you to Sher and Chark for their inspiration and encouragement.
~*~*~*~
In the Lurking Darkness
The dungeons were deceptively quiet. There were no windows to rattle, no drafts to let in the howling winds. The heavy stone walls blocked out the claps of thunder and driving rain. Only the smell of damp moss penetrated and hung heavy in the air.
The heavy walls didn\'t only block out sounds from outside, but locked the sounds within as well. No one heard the screams and cries of pain, nor the wails of despair. No one knew the dreams that haunted Severus Snape every night that he dared to sleep.
Severus was covered in a cold sweat, again. He had given up on the Dreamless Sleep Potion months ago because it stopped working. His dreams had become more and more vivid and violent. He knew he was becoming addicted to his Awake potion so he had avoided taking it for the last three days. Last night he was so exhausted that he had expected, hoped, that he would fall into such a deep sleep that he wouldn\'t dream. He was miserably mistaken.
He rose from his bed pealing his sticky night shirt off his chilled body and headed into the shower. His heart was still racing as he turned on the hot water and let it cascade over his slim, shivering frame. He was nearly in tears from frustration, exhaustion, and lingering fear.
The dream had been so vivid and exactly the same as every other one. Severus shivered at the memories flooding his mind and slid to the bottom of the shower, cowering in a tight ball. He needed to talk to someone, but he didn\'t know who. Albus worried about him so much already. If he knew of Severus\' fears, he would only make him stop his work for the Order and that would only make things worse for Severus.
He could talk to Minerva, but then she would tell Albus. He had even considered talking to Trelawny but dismissed that idea. She was already predicting his doom every day, along side Potter\'s. She would only compound his fears.
The one person he wanted to speak to about the dreams was the last person he should talk to. Harry Potter was about to graduate but would remained at the school at Albus\' suggestion. Potter needed to remain under the watchful eye of the headmaster and so would be staying on at Hogwarts to assume the roll of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.
Severus had no trouble admitting to the necessity of it, nor that Potter would be a very good DADA professor. What did bother him was the fact that he would have to continue to see a very large facet of his nightmares on a daily basis.
He couldn\'t talk to Potter about his nightmares. The boy, man, didn\'t even like him. He would only laugh at Severus\' fears and weaknesses. Severus felt utterly alone as he huddled in the corner of the shower, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. He remained there, shivering as the water turned cold, until his alarm signalled it was time to get ready for class.
He stood up slowly, turning the water off, and stepped gingerly out of the shower. He was cold and stiff from sitting in the cold water too long. He slowly and meticulously prepared himself for the day. His face set in his usual scowl to hide his fear and exhaustion, Severus made his way through to dungeons to the Great Hall to pretend to eat.
Rounding the last corner, Severus was faced with two seventh year Hufflepuffs kissing and groping.
\"Twenty points from each of you for your lurid display!\" he yelled menacingly, causing the young lovers to jump. \"Now, get out of my way!\"
He heard them grumbling as he swept past. He hated always having to be the git, but that was his role and he was forced to follow along. Besides, after doing it for so long, it was all completely second nature to him now. It was safer that way, as well. No one got close enough to hurt him, and he couldn\'t hurt them.
Severus ignored Albus\' searching eyes as he took his usual seat at the end of the staff table. He grunted in response to Albus\' greeting and began sipping his tea slowly, still chilled from the shower.
He poked absentmindedly at his plate as his eyes lost focus. He let his mind drift around over potion recipes and various herbs. Only when other staff members began to leave the table, did he come out of his thoughts enough to look down at his plate. In his reverie he had mutilated his sausages and bacon, scattering them around the plate amid his ripped toast and scrambled eggs.
He sighed, glaring down at the plate before angrily pushing it aside and standing to leave.
\"Severus?\"
He turned his dark eyes to the headmaster, looked at him briefly, then turned away. He was not at all ready to talk to his oldest friend.
By the time Severus reached his Potions classroom he was in the foulest of moods. He had glared and yelled at slow moving students in the halls and had even handed out detention to a couple of fourth year Gryffindors for not getting out of his path fast enough. He knew he was not being fair, but what did it matter anyhow? The headstrong, loyal Gryffindors would be the first to fall when his \"Master\" finally struck.
He stopped short as he entered the class and saw Potter. Snippets of memories from his dreams assaulted his mind. It took all the control he had not to give any outward indication of the emotions raging within. He barked orders at the class and watched them scramble to obey. He sat behind his desk, glaring and sneering.
Over the next two hours, he was particularly harsh with all the students, but Potter especially. He had to keep Potter distant. It was the only way he could see to protect the young man.
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