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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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113
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I hate my life
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are all JK Rowling\'s. I don\'t own a single one. I\'m borrowing them for a little debauchery, then, I\'ll give them back.
Sadness. Hate. Pity. Self-loathing. If I’m true to myself and what I’m feeling, those words would do it. The world outside these four walls is rejoicing, and what am I doing? I’m lying here on my bed bitter. Is it possible to call a murderer a hero? A knock rouses me from my reverie.
In front of me as I open the door is the one person I do not want to see. “Snape,” I growl.
I can see his jaw clench as he grits his teeth. “Potter.”
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. “What do you want?”
He leers at me for a moment. “Is there an engagement you’ve forgotten about?”
“No,” I answer shortly.
He barks out a laugh. It’s neither mirthful, nor does it reach his eyes. “Ever the modest hero, are we? You’ve got the whole of the wizarding world bowing before you. The ministry is holding a banquet in your honor today and you don’t even have the courtesy to show up? You may fool them, but you don’t fool me. You never have. You are an arrogant little fuck, just like your father.”
Immediately, my hands wrap around his neck and I drag him inside. I push the door shut with my foot and slam him against it. “Arrogance has nothing to do with it,” I say as I feel the anger surge through my body. “I don’t want to be honored. I did nothing more to Riddle than he did to thousands of witches and wizards. I murdered him.”
As I finished my sentence, I let my old potions master go. He merely stood there looking into my eyes, searching for some emotion other than hate. Again, he barked out a laugh. “Yes,” he said with mock pity on his face, “Poor, poor Potter. He’s always been famous and now he’s being rewarded for accomplishing what he was destined to do. Poor, poor Potter.”
I sigh and walk toward my kitchen table, motioning him to sit. I know that he’s right, but I’ll never acknowledge it. “Tea?” I ask defeated.
He nodded and then added, “I’ll take it with a bit of scotch, if you’ve got it.”
I obliged him and spiked his tea with scotch. We sat there for some time in silence. It was almost unbearable. “You know, Pot- Harry, you really should get out more. They say you are the greatest wizard of our time, why not acknowledge them?” His tone was much softer and definitely held no malice.
“Because, I never asked to be the ‘savior of the wizarding world’, and all I really want is just a family and a good cup of tea. That’s all. It’s rather simple really.”
Snape sat there aghast. “A good cup of tea?”
“Yes,” I answered. “A good cup of tea,” I answer with a certain tone of finality.
Severus Snape just sighs and drains his cup. “So, if you aren’t going to humor everyone, what are you going to do?”
I glare at him not really wanting to answer. “I really don’t know, Severus. I really never thought that I’d be alive after Voldemort died.”
A/N: I have this posted at TSS under a different title. I\'ll be adding a chapter a day until I\'m caught up here. Enjoy, and as always, your reviews would be greatly appreciated!!!
Sadness. Hate. Pity. Self-loathing. If I’m true to myself and what I’m feeling, those words would do it. The world outside these four walls is rejoicing, and what am I doing? I’m lying here on my bed bitter. Is it possible to call a murderer a hero? A knock rouses me from my reverie.
In front of me as I open the door is the one person I do not want to see. “Snape,” I growl.
I can see his jaw clench as he grits his teeth. “Potter.”
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. “What do you want?”
He leers at me for a moment. “Is there an engagement you’ve forgotten about?”
“No,” I answer shortly.
He barks out a laugh. It’s neither mirthful, nor does it reach his eyes. “Ever the modest hero, are we? You’ve got the whole of the wizarding world bowing before you. The ministry is holding a banquet in your honor today and you don’t even have the courtesy to show up? You may fool them, but you don’t fool me. You never have. You are an arrogant little fuck, just like your father.”
Immediately, my hands wrap around his neck and I drag him inside. I push the door shut with my foot and slam him against it. “Arrogance has nothing to do with it,” I say as I feel the anger surge through my body. “I don’t want to be honored. I did nothing more to Riddle than he did to thousands of witches and wizards. I murdered him.”
As I finished my sentence, I let my old potions master go. He merely stood there looking into my eyes, searching for some emotion other than hate. Again, he barked out a laugh. “Yes,” he said with mock pity on his face, “Poor, poor Potter. He’s always been famous and now he’s being rewarded for accomplishing what he was destined to do. Poor, poor Potter.”
I sigh and walk toward my kitchen table, motioning him to sit. I know that he’s right, but I’ll never acknowledge it. “Tea?” I ask defeated.
He nodded and then added, “I’ll take it with a bit of scotch, if you’ve got it.”
I obliged him and spiked his tea with scotch. We sat there for some time in silence. It was almost unbearable. “You know, Pot- Harry, you really should get out more. They say you are the greatest wizard of our time, why not acknowledge them?” His tone was much softer and definitely held no malice.
“Because, I never asked to be the ‘savior of the wizarding world’, and all I really want is just a family and a good cup of tea. That’s all. It’s rather simple really.”
Snape sat there aghast. “A good cup of tea?”
“Yes,” I answered. “A good cup of tea,” I answer with a certain tone of finality.
Severus Snape just sighs and drains his cup. “So, if you aren’t going to humor everyone, what are you going to do?”
I glare at him not really wanting to answer. “I really don’t know, Severus. I really never thought that I’d be alive after Voldemort died.”
A/N: I have this posted at TSS under a different title. I\'ll be adding a chapter a day until I\'m caught up here. Enjoy, and as always, your reviews would be greatly appreciated!!!