Sixth Year
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
14,385
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sixth Year
Notes: this is my first fanfic so be kind.
I\'m only going to publish the first half until i get feedback. so give me some luvin or hatin. Or something!
Oh and of course. I don\'t own anything, duh. so don\'t sue.
Warnings: HP/SS, short mention of HG/RW and PP/SF (later on, but it\'s really dumb and quick!)
Chapter 1. Back at Hogwarts
“Harry! You have got to play Quidditch!”
“Harry doesn’t have to do anything, Ron.”
Harry silently laughed at Hermione’s statement. Sure he didn’t! He only had to save the Wizarding world, but that was considered nothing. “It’s okay Hermione. I’m going to play. I was just saying it’d be nice not to.”
“Oh, okay, good.” Ron said giving Hermione a dirty look.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Okay guys we better head to class. I got Arithimacy. You guys?”
“Got Divination, I know since Trawney isn’t teaching it’s kind of weird, but, it’s still the easiest class to pass,” Ron replied to Hermione and then turned to Harry, “I wish you’d have taken it with me mate.”
“What do you have next Harry?” Hermione inquired.
“Um…I’m not sure. I left my schedule up in Gryffindor tower; I guess I better go get it.”
“Whoa! It’s the third week of term and you still haven’t memorized your schedule.” Ron exclaimed.
“Are you okay Harry?” Hermione said sounding worried.
“Sure, I’m fine. Just have had other things on my mind.”
“I can go with you to get it, if you want.” Ron offered.
“That’s not a good idea Ron. If you’re late, which you will be, you’ll have no excuse. You don’t even have the same class.” Hermione warned.
“Yeah, and it’s okay, I got it covered.”
“Oh. Ok.” Ron said dejectedly.
“Well, see ya Harry. Come on Ron.” Hermione said, motioning for Ron to come with her. Ron waved bye to Harry and then followed.
Harry sighed and headed toward Gryffindor tower. In actuality he did know what class he had. But he didn’t particularly feel like going. It was only Muggle studies, and he figured one skipped day wouldn’t hurt; besides he had thinking to do.
He had had a fairly good summer, considering that his godfather had died the spring before and he had felt betrayed, and abandoned by everyone he considered friends. Harry had come to terms with his inner feelings of self-loathing, and self-pity; he had found a way to deal with that. And he also no longer blamed his life troubles on his ex-Potion’s master, Professor Snape.
Though, he was somewhat upset he hadn’t made it into NEWT potions, he knew too much had gone on during OWL testing to enable him to concentrate. One of the biggest revelations for Harry was coming to terms with the fact that he was gay, he was glad when he did, but the process of realization made his scar hurt, and he wondered if that somehow meant Voldemort knew.
Harry sighed as he sat outside next to the entrance of Gryffindor tower.
“Are you coming in or not?” The portrait asked hotly.
“Not.” Harry replied, partly angry for being disturbed, but as it was her dwelling place, Harry decided to give the portrait the right of way and he himself just left and went outdoors.
He sat on the grass, and smiled, It was a very nice day, and he was glad he was back at Hogwarts. His aunt and uncle hadn’t really been mean to him over summer, but they hadn’t been nice either. They only did the usual, well, who could say what was usual for Harry Bloody Potter? Vernon occasionally beat him, but it was okay wasn’t it? What Harry really wanted was to be loved. He wasn’t quite sure if Mrs.Weasely meant it when she said she loved him, she seemed to “love” everyone. Harry figured it was more like care, then love. She cared for him, no, Harry never would doubt that, but love? He wouldn’t, and couldn’t believe she, or anyone else would ever feel that for him.
I\'m only going to publish the first half until i get feedback. so give me some luvin or hatin. Or something!
Oh and of course. I don\'t own anything, duh. so don\'t sue.
Warnings: HP/SS, short mention of HG/RW and PP/SF (later on, but it\'s really dumb and quick!)
Chapter 1. Back at Hogwarts
“Harry! You have got to play Quidditch!”
“Harry doesn’t have to do anything, Ron.”
Harry silently laughed at Hermione’s statement. Sure he didn’t! He only had to save the Wizarding world, but that was considered nothing. “It’s okay Hermione. I’m going to play. I was just saying it’d be nice not to.”
“Oh, okay, good.” Ron said giving Hermione a dirty look.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Okay guys we better head to class. I got Arithimacy. You guys?”
“Got Divination, I know since Trawney isn’t teaching it’s kind of weird, but, it’s still the easiest class to pass,” Ron replied to Hermione and then turned to Harry, “I wish you’d have taken it with me mate.”
“What do you have next Harry?” Hermione inquired.
“Um…I’m not sure. I left my schedule up in Gryffindor tower; I guess I better go get it.”
“Whoa! It’s the third week of term and you still haven’t memorized your schedule.” Ron exclaimed.
“Are you okay Harry?” Hermione said sounding worried.
“Sure, I’m fine. Just have had other things on my mind.”
“I can go with you to get it, if you want.” Ron offered.
“That’s not a good idea Ron. If you’re late, which you will be, you’ll have no excuse. You don’t even have the same class.” Hermione warned.
“Yeah, and it’s okay, I got it covered.”
“Oh. Ok.” Ron said dejectedly.
“Well, see ya Harry. Come on Ron.” Hermione said, motioning for Ron to come with her. Ron waved bye to Harry and then followed.
Harry sighed and headed toward Gryffindor tower. In actuality he did know what class he had. But he didn’t particularly feel like going. It was only Muggle studies, and he figured one skipped day wouldn’t hurt; besides he had thinking to do.
He had had a fairly good summer, considering that his godfather had died the spring before and he had felt betrayed, and abandoned by everyone he considered friends. Harry had come to terms with his inner feelings of self-loathing, and self-pity; he had found a way to deal with that. And he also no longer blamed his life troubles on his ex-Potion’s master, Professor Snape.
Though, he was somewhat upset he hadn’t made it into NEWT potions, he knew too much had gone on during OWL testing to enable him to concentrate. One of the biggest revelations for Harry was coming to terms with the fact that he was gay, he was glad when he did, but the process of realization made his scar hurt, and he wondered if that somehow meant Voldemort knew.
Harry sighed as he sat outside next to the entrance of Gryffindor tower.
“Are you coming in or not?” The portrait asked hotly.
“Not.” Harry replied, partly angry for being disturbed, but as it was her dwelling place, Harry decided to give the portrait the right of way and he himself just left and went outdoors.
He sat on the grass, and smiled, It was a very nice day, and he was glad he was back at Hogwarts. His aunt and uncle hadn’t really been mean to him over summer, but they hadn’t been nice either. They only did the usual, well, who could say what was usual for Harry Bloody Potter? Vernon occasionally beat him, but it was okay wasn’t it? What Harry really wanted was to be loved. He wasn’t quite sure if Mrs.Weasely meant it when she said she loved him, she seemed to “love” everyone. Harry figured it was more like care, then love. She cared for him, no, Harry never would doubt that, but love? He wouldn’t, and couldn’t believe she, or anyone else would ever feel that for him.