Protector

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. I wish it was, but unfortunately, I don’t have enough brains or compatibility for creative ideas such as that. Any ways, I hope you enjoy this.

Warning: Rated ‘R’ for current chapter, but will progress to NC-17. Language, violence, and sexual content are ahead. If you do not like yaoi (male x male) then I suggest that you stop where you are, for your own personal safety.

This is a Snape/Harry fan fiction

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Part I: Prologue

Harry allowed his bright emerald eyes continually swallow the bright beams of sunshine that flowed from a small gap in the wall. The crumbling brick lie with silent years on the floor of the oncel bul building. He latched his hand on one of the small glass pieces that covered the floor with colored shine.

His fingers trailed over the edge of the fine piece, driving out a cut that streamed blood. He felt his heart beat faster as the blood flood from the small wound, trailing the long course of his finger to the palm of his hand. All time stood still as the current beating of his heart was swallowed into the air with greedy need.

The glass slipped from his hand after a slight move of his fingers; shattering once the hard ground impacted its frail form. The pieces flew into the musky air, causing a rise of florescent steam to erupt from the cold soil. Nothing. No emotions flew through the boy’s frozen heart. All was stopped in the instance his eyes laid upon the scene.

He felt the moving wind upon his face as he looked to the ground, still caught in his horror. Red silk lie tangled on the ground; closed features of his once well-known friend. The boy’s body was slender and limp from pale death that echoed around him. No beat came from the once strong heart. All was lost with the one act. A dribble of blood flowed from the boy’s mouth, creating a small pool on the floor.

Harry knelt to the floor, his body shaking out of mere fear of the present scene. He couldn’t trust his eyes any longer, so he reached out a shaking hand to the lithe form that sprawled out on the floor. Touching the cloth that cloaked the boy, he felt shivers cascading down his spine with timing tranquility.

His best friend was dead; dead underneath his gentle touch. Harry cried out into the air, his voice shuddering with anger that tore the remaining walls around him. His pain was only shown with the tears that rushed from his eyes. All he could do, all he had the strength for was to cry for his loss; the one person that made him happy when times seemed to never be happy. Ron Weasly was dead.

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An old man stepped out in front of the succession of people gathered in the large meeting room. Talking progressed as the man entered; stunned voices of anger and some of crying fathom traveled through the room. The man stared through his half-moon spectacles, his lips frowning as he put his hands to the air to quiet the teachers that were so loudly proceeding.

“Please, I would like to begin!” His eyes gazed over the crowd. He sighed as he sat in his overly large chair that swallowed his body upon impact. “As you all know, there has been a great tragedy at Hogwarts this year.” A few whispers followed, but were soon quieted when the teachers gazed at Dumbledore. “One of our students, Ron Weasly, was killed yesterday.” The voices rose and a few teachers broke into tears. The only person who showed no emotion was Severus Snape.
dar dark man was cloaked in the usual attire; great black cloak that clasped to his broad shoulders and ruffled near the bottoms; his hair draped over his eyes and gave a shiny tint as he turned to look out the window; his eyes dark with malice and undying memories that shuddered him in the night. The days when he was a death eater were always affecting his dreams, so he now took a dreamless potion to rid him of these horrible dreams.

Dumbledore gazed back out to the horrified teachers, his eyes marking his depression of the current situation. “It has been concluded that it was the work of a death eater, and is now our duty to be on alert for further attacks.” He stood from his post in the chair and his face became fierce with hinted anger. “We must send the kids home to their families in this time to assure safety.” Without another word, Dumbledore left the room and walked down the hall to continue with some of his letters to a few people.

Snape rose from his seat and walked after the man to get his questions answered. He knew that Dumbledore must ngryngry that he was not told that there was going to be an attack on the school, but he had not known. He was sure that the culprit would be most likely Lucius Malfoy. He caught up with the surprisingly fast man and was greeted with a smiling face. There was that annoying glint once more from Dumbledore. This was unfortunately his trademark, even in a time erioerious measures.

“Severus my boy, I must speak with you. Others and I have agreed that Harry Potter will need to be protected. As he IS the boy-who-lived, he will be targeted, I assume you know this.” Severus gazed at the man, hoping that this was not where he thought it was going. Dumbledore held a sparkle in his eyes as his mouth moved to speak once more. “I will need someone to watch the boy…that person I would like to be you.”

Severus sighed out, shaking his head violently. There was no way he was going to allow that impertinent brat to stay with him for the next few weeks or so. He let his hair rustle while he shook his head, “Absolutely not sir. I cannot have the child with me. Think of the danger he would be in if one of the death eaters arrived at my manor. No. You must find another to take the responsibility over Mr. Potter.” He looked up and saw a great turn of emotion on the man’s face, he was frowning. ‘Oh no. What does the old coot thinking?’ He let a low growl gather in the lower part of his throat.

The older man stepped forward, placing a hand on the Severus’ shoulder. “Then I am afraid I must send Harry to his Uncle’s house. I think he will be safe from the death eater’s there.” Severus stared at the old man, thinking about what he said. “I’m sure Harry will be fine. You may leave.” Dumbledore turned around and walked down the hall slowly, his robes dragging along the floor as he moved.

Severus smiled in victory. He had just gotten himself out of having to take care of the most hated of his enemies—Harry Potter. He glanced once more before heading towards the dungeons, still held in happiness that the boy would have to suffer at his Uncle’s house. ‘Serves the boy right; he shouldn’t be treated like a king all the time; he must suffer like the rest of us.’

Severus watched a figure emerge in the distance of the hall way. Upon getting a bit closer, he noticed the familiar scar and messy black hair that always seemed to have a mind of its own. He also noticed the shining emerald eyes in which sometimes he would get caught in for a moment in time. The boy’s eyes were to the ground, his face red, probably from crying.

Without a note of greeting, the boy walked straight past Severus, as though nothing or no one had been there. Severus needed to know how the boy would react to the news he was about to hear. Turning on his heels, he foll the the boy in silence, hoping to be able to listen.

Severus listened with a spell that superseded the guard on the door. “But Pro—“ Harry’s voice was strained and came with much effort. “Don’t worry my boy; we will have a close eye on you so that you will not be harmed. I know that some things have happened in the past, but we must see through them.” Harry let out a low moan that caught the dark professor’s attention. “Okay…”

‘Things in the past? What sort of things is this crazy man talking about? Merlin, I don’t want to get caught up in this!’ Severus stepped away from the door and proceeded down the hallway to his dungeons.

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Harry was pushed heavily against the wall of his uncle’s house. He felt the man before him push his weight into his drastically skinny form. “Why do you always act up BOY!” He felt a sharp punch to his stomach and was about to double over in pain but his face was caught and brought to stare at the blood shot eyes of his uncle.

Harry breathed heavily, trying to breathe as much pain away as he could; he found i be be quite useful, it gave him something to focus on. He felt his uncle’s hands tangle harshly into his hair as his head was brought to the hard surface on the ground, causing blackness to take him into oblivion. He wanted to feel nothing and hear nothing. Most of all, he wanted to remember nothing.

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Harry awoke with his body aching from all areas, especially his lower half. For some reason, he felt as though someone had stabbed him in his ass several times and the pain was unbearable. Where were these so called ‘protectors’ now? He knew that there were none who cared enough for him to watch and save him. He seeped back into the darkness, letting one salty tear corrupt his pale face.

Severus mumbled angrily as he arrived at the house of Potter’s uncle. He didn’t see the point in him checking on the boy, he was assured that the boy was perfectly fine and would only be irritated by his presence. He whispered a spell as the door unlocked and he entered the dark entry way. He looked around, wondering where he could find the famous Harry Potter.

A slight moan echo through the hallway and Severus followed it to the source. His eyes were suddenly widened as he stared into the room. Blood was coiling around the boy’s body. He was naked. ‘Why the HELL would he be naked?’ He was in mid thought when the moan progressed into a small cry of pain. The boy was covered in bruises that tainted his body and discolored his skin.

From all the smells in the room, Severus knew that the boy was locked in the room. He felt his heart leap slightly as he drew nearer to the helpless form on the ground. Harry let out a rasp sigh and his breathing stopped. Severus widened his eyes, grabbing the boy immediately. ‘NO…he can’t die now.’


End Notes: Say you love me now!