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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,768
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2
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Different
Title: Different
Email: Behrbrat224@aol.com
Site: None
Author: Andrea
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the acteacters in this story
Distribution: Just tell me :D
Spoilers: 1-4
Summary: Have you every regretted the things you never said? What about the things that special someone never said? What happens when it is just too late? Things might have turned out different.
Pairings: SS/HP
Author Note: Written for the Merrywizards Secret Santa challenge 2003. #38
Requested: Pairing SS/HP(delivered) Type (delivered...um more angst than mush...sorry)
Notes: Hi guys, I just wanted to say that this was my first ever Snape/Harry fic...I had never ever read, let alone written a SS/HP fic...so I am terribly sorry if this is totaly wrong...and horrible...and I really tried to write mush but it came out all wrong...I can take it if you are upset with your present and you want to yell...just e-mail me (points above) Also the length is a little short but I have a good reason :-\\ My grandmother had a stroke and I have been staying with her and there is not much access to a uteruter in the hospital and plue heheh how would I explain slash stories to my lovely grandmother *giggles* that would be scary...anyways Merry Christmas guys! I hope your families are all well and you have a great Holiday.
Beta: Nope sorry
\"Ready Harry?\" You remember those words as you stand outside the door that leads to the Great Hall. You answered yes but were you really ready? Were you ready to walk in and to face everybody again? You hadn\'t seen them since the leaving feast your seventh year. None of them. Not Hermione, not Ron, not Dumbledore...nobody that reminded you of the life you wanted desperately to forget.
You reach a shaky hand to the handle and turn it slowly. Your heart churns and your stomach flops. Can you do this? No, you step back and you cover your mouth as you turn and run away down the hall. You hear the doors open as some brave soul steps into the world of memories, memomemories you cannot face. Not now anyway. You slow to a walking pace once you are far enough away. You touch the cold stone walls and memories rush back to you.
You remember this hallway, it is the same hall you walked down every year to go to your potions dungeon. It was the same hallway you walked down when you were about to see him. You smile as you reach the door to the potionsgeongeon. This is the place where you learnde that you not only hated him enough to want him dead but you also loved him enough not to let him know. You bite your lip and look down. Things were not supposed to turn out this way. You, running from everything that you once loved. Who knew that Harry Potter would leave the wizarding world, never to return?
You push the door open hoping that it will be open and to your joy it is. You walk in and look around. It smells just as it used to, of used potion ingrediants his his cheap wizard cologne. You stop at your old potions table and touch the cold desktop. You can still remember when he called on you your first day here. The way he looked when he demanded to know the ingrediants of some potion you had never even heard of.
\"Mr. Potter.\" You jump at the sound of your name and turn slowly to the open door. And there he is, in all his black robed glory, jas yas you remember him.
\"Severus.\" You say plainly showing no emotion in your emerald eyes. Not wanting him to see the confusing emotions now flowing inside you, you turn away and walk towards the door. All you want to do is escape to be somewhere where he is not, where other people are.
\"You...\" He stutters and you smirk at the thought of this man being nervous around you. When just 17 years ago you almost pissed on yourself at the mention of his name. You reach the door and push past him but he grabs your hand and pulls you back ar.
.
\"Let go.\" You say sternly not wanting him to get the better of you.
\"Not until you tell me what is going on.\"
\"There is nothing to tell.\"
\"How can you say that! You jut left. You kissed me and then you left. You left this castle, this life, me...\"
You pull away and turn to the door.
\"You said so yourself that it would not work. I just did what any good student would have...and I left.\" You hear him sigh.
\"What was I supposed to say? Yes, come on my 17 year old student let\'s shag right here in the very room that I have taught you for 7 years?\" He sweeps through the doorway and turns to you blocking your view of the hallway. \"I would have been fired...you...we...you never even explained your actions!\"
You bite your lip and look up into his dark . Yo. Your heart breaks when you see the raw emotion in his eyes, the pain, the sadness, the heartache, all caused by you. But, you can\'t it is impossible now. After all those years of trying to get over him, you finally did, or at least partially.
\"I\'ve got to go. My husband is waiting.\" You whisper as a tear rolls down your face. He closes his eyes slowly and backs away leaving a space for you to walk through. You nod towards him and walk down the hall crying silent tears.
If he had said these words to you ten years before, maybe things would have turned out different.
Fin.
Email: Behrbrat224@aol.com
Site: None
Author: Andrea
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the acteacters in this story
Distribution: Just tell me :D
Spoilers: 1-4
Summary: Have you every regretted the things you never said? What about the things that special someone never said? What happens when it is just too late? Things might have turned out different.
Pairings: SS/HP
Author Note: Written for the Merrywizards Secret Santa challenge 2003. #38
Requested: Pairing SS/HP(delivered) Type (delivered...um more angst than mush...sorry)
Notes: Hi guys, I just wanted to say that this was my first ever Snape/Harry fic...I had never ever read, let alone written a SS/HP fic...so I am terribly sorry if this is totaly wrong...and horrible...and I really tried to write mush but it came out all wrong...I can take it if you are upset with your present and you want to yell...just e-mail me (points above) Also the length is a little short but I have a good reason :-\\ My grandmother had a stroke and I have been staying with her and there is not much access to a uteruter in the hospital and plue heheh how would I explain slash stories to my lovely grandmother *giggles* that would be scary...anyways Merry Christmas guys! I hope your families are all well and you have a great Holiday.
Beta: Nope sorry
\"Ready Harry?\" You remember those words as you stand outside the door that leads to the Great Hall. You answered yes but were you really ready? Were you ready to walk in and to face everybody again? You hadn\'t seen them since the leaving feast your seventh year. None of them. Not Hermione, not Ron, not Dumbledore...nobody that reminded you of the life you wanted desperately to forget.
You reach a shaky hand to the handle and turn it slowly. Your heart churns and your stomach flops. Can you do this? No, you step back and you cover your mouth as you turn and run away down the hall. You hear the doors open as some brave soul steps into the world of memories, memomemories you cannot face. Not now anyway. You slow to a walking pace once you are far enough away. You touch the cold stone walls and memories rush back to you.
You remember this hallway, it is the same hall you walked down every year to go to your potions dungeon. It was the same hallway you walked down when you were about to see him. You smile as you reach the door to the potionsgeongeon. This is the place where you learnde that you not only hated him enough to want him dead but you also loved him enough not to let him know. You bite your lip and look down. Things were not supposed to turn out this way. You, running from everything that you once loved. Who knew that Harry Potter would leave the wizarding world, never to return?
You push the door open hoping that it will be open and to your joy it is. You walk in and look around. It smells just as it used to, of used potion ingrediants his his cheap wizard cologne. You stop at your old potions table and touch the cold desktop. You can still remember when he called on you your first day here. The way he looked when he demanded to know the ingrediants of some potion you had never even heard of.
\"Mr. Potter.\" You jump at the sound of your name and turn slowly to the open door. And there he is, in all his black robed glory, jas yas you remember him.
\"Severus.\" You say plainly showing no emotion in your emerald eyes. Not wanting him to see the confusing emotions now flowing inside you, you turn away and walk towards the door. All you want to do is escape to be somewhere where he is not, where other people are.
\"You...\" He stutters and you smirk at the thought of this man being nervous around you. When just 17 years ago you almost pissed on yourself at the mention of his name. You reach the door and push past him but he grabs your hand and pulls you back ar.
.
\"Let go.\" You say sternly not wanting him to get the better of you.
\"Not until you tell me what is going on.\"
\"There is nothing to tell.\"
\"How can you say that! You jut left. You kissed me and then you left. You left this castle, this life, me...\"
You pull away and turn to the door.
\"You said so yourself that it would not work. I just did what any good student would have...and I left.\" You hear him sigh.
\"What was I supposed to say? Yes, come on my 17 year old student let\'s shag right here in the very room that I have taught you for 7 years?\" He sweeps through the doorway and turns to you blocking your view of the hallway. \"I would have been fired...you...we...you never even explained your actions!\"
You bite your lip and look up into his dark . Yo. Your heart breaks when you see the raw emotion in his eyes, the pain, the sadness, the heartache, all caused by you. But, you can\'t it is impossible now. After all those years of trying to get over him, you finally did, or at least partially.
\"I\'ve got to go. My husband is waiting.\" You whisper as a tear rolls down your face. He closes his eyes slowly and backs away leaving a space for you to walk through. You nod towards him and walk down the hall crying silent tears.
If he had said these words to you ten years before, maybe things would have turned out different.
Fin.