Healing Severus' Scars
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Adult +
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6,487
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16
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Healing Severus' Scars
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter. No prophit is made from this story. No copyright infringement is intended.
Healing Severus' Scars
It was the day after Harry Potter's sixteenth birthday, and he was waiting to be liberated from his hellish prison. To the uninformed outsider, it looked to be anything but a prison. A nice, suburban home in a mass housing project in Surrey, a loving family of three gracing it's halls. But the thing was, Harry wasn't one of the three, he was was the fourth, the prisoner. His aunt was the screechy Prison Warden, his uncle the corrupt guard, and his cousin the priveleged inmate who delighted in hurting him. It didn't look like a prison and that made it all the worse.
In just a few minutes, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, parole officer, and manipulative pain in the ass, would be there to take him away from the nightmare. Just as the thought finished, the elderly wizard appeared with a 'crack' and a swirling of neon lemon robes decorated with putrid brown butterflies. The old man had really lost all sence of fashion. The teen rose and embraced the man as a faoured grandchild would after a long stint apart.
"It's good to see you hale and harty. Are you read to go?" He nodded and gathered his meager belongings. With a quick hug, the two disappeared... only to reappear not even a moment later in the home of his late godfather. Sirius Black had died not a month ago, and left all his worldly possessions to Harry James Potter, the son he wished he had. He had died in a foolish attempt to rescue his godson, who had rushed off blindly to rescue him, as he was conned into doing by a false vision. Or so everyone thought.
You see, Harry was... different. He wasn't quite human. He was a rare breed of demon, an Obustus animus (the seat of feeling which is hardned in fire). This type of demon reaches its intellectual maturity at a very young age, seven to be in fact. Harry had reached the mental acutity of a fully grown, rather intelligent wizard by the tme he was in his second year of schooling. As with all magical creatures, Harry had a predestined mate, his other half. Since he first set foot in Hogwart's, he had known who it was. Severus Snape.
At the tender age of eleven, he had understood what sex was, but had no desire to experience it. He knew he wasn't ready, but he had wanted to have an amicable relationship with his future partner. It wasn't to be. Snape was set against him the moment he heard his name. For years, Harry had plotted and planned on how to change the man's feelings towards him. He ended with a rather Slytherin plan. He would be so annoying, so agravating,that he would become an obsession to the older man. It worked better than he had hoped.
The only hitch in his plan had come with his Occlumency lessons. The day he looked into his mate's pensive, he had simply wanted to know his mate better, to care and provide for him better. He learned more than was suspected. He saw memories of abuse and torture by numerous people, including his dear godfather.
Which cycles back to the recently departed man. Everyone thought it was an accident. It wasn't. It was revenge for his mate by way of a carefully aimed tripping jinx. He was going to kill, torture, and maim every single person who had left a scar on his mate. It was a fairly long list. Seventeen names to be exact.
***
To Severus Snape, for your eyes only.
I have seen the scars you carry.
The ones who gave them to you still live.
This is unacceptable.
Revenge won't be swift for the ones who hurt you.
I will make them suffer, in your name.
And when it is over, I will reveal myself to you.
I can only pray that you will accept me as your mate.
The first is gone.
Sirius Black.
***
The letter was delivered to the Potion's Master at Grimmauld Place by a hired owl at breakfast, three days after Harry's arrivel. His expression was closed and guarded, but Harry had been studying him intensely for years. The slight stiffening of his knees, a tenseness around the jaw... He was shocked and the slightest bit afraid. He left immediately, no doubt off to Dumbledore. The old man was pained and more than shocked at the news that Sirius had been murdered. For some reason though, the Order never heard of it. Harry watched his mate and his mentor, trying to observe how they were taking the news. All was going according to plan.
He made his next move a few weeks before school started. Everyone was shopping in Diagon Alley when a metalic flash caught his eye down an alley. Providence struck and Pettigrew was provided. The next day, Snape recieved a letter, and a box containing the rat's very human head.
***
The second is gone.
Peter Pettigrew.
He cowered and he screamed for me.
He begged and sobbed.
He bled.
He broke.
He died.
I sent you a little gift.
I thought you might want to pickle it.
... Keep it on your mantle.
***
A week before school began, Dumbledoe pulled Harry aside and asked for his aid. Harry, trying to mend the singed bridge between them agreed. He needed help in securing a new Potions Professor. Aparently, Snape was taking over DADA. Harry knew exactly where and to whom they were gowing. Horace Slughorn, the next person on the List of People to Kill. Upon arriving at the retired man's home, they were admitted despite the faintly sensed anxiety. When Dumbldore asked him to teach, he outright refused, so the Headmaster left to allow his prize pupil to convince him. Harry instead poisoned him, a tiny scratch on his wrist during a handshake the only evidence, leaving the older man dead in seconds. A few drips of the poison into the drink sitting beside him, a few dribbles of the liquid around the mouth, and it was a perfect crime.
"Professor! PROFESSOR!" His yells brought the wizard running. He played his part of the terrified and confused teen perfectly. No one suspected him.
***
Another gift.
His method of death.
It burns away the mind...
And the brain...
And the rest of the nervous system.
Most literally.
Horace Slughorn is dead.
That day, Snape recieved a vial of poison more potent and toxic than Basalisk venom.
***
Dolores Umbridge was next on the list. The previous three had left physical scars on his mate's body, but she... she left them on his mind and soul. It had hurt him to socialize with her, to act the benevolent aide. She was something special. Of all the ones about to die, she had offended them both in a deeply moral way.
In the dead of night, Harry snuck out of Hogwart's and to her room in St. Mungo's. No one heard her scream... not for the entire night. The next day, a framed newsclipping arrived with a letter for the intrigued Potion's Master. He of course acted horrified and confused for the Headmaster, but to tell the truth he was intrigued and grateful to the one who was doing this for him. None had ever gone to so much trouble over him. At any moment, the perpetrator of the crimes may be captured.
***
~The Daily Prophet~
Early this morning, Dolores Umbridge was found in her room in St. Mungo's in a state of insanity. She was being treated for multiple wounds of an unknown nature. Healers found her curled up on the floor of her room in the sunlight streaming through her window. When it was attempted to move her, she screamed "Not the Darkness! He'll get me in the Dark! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise!"
It seems that somehow, either through an unpermited visitor, a psycotic break, or divine intervention, the Undersecretary has come to see the error of her ways of persecution and hate. When questioned, all she would say was that she was sorry, and that she would be good. She is now confined to the Psyciatric Ward of the hospital.
She hurt your mind and soul.
I hurt hers.
I showed her the sin on her soul.
And where it would lead her.
She's turned a new leaf.
Now on to the Death Eaters.
***
I carved the words 'Sadist' and 'Death Eater' on his chest.
Did you knw he truely got off on hurting you?
He told me so himself.
He told me many things.
Things that he didn't know until I asked.
Percy Weasley is dead.
***
Dolohov.
MacNair.
Crabbe.
Goyle.
They died by a rent boy's blade.
Fitting... after what they did to you.
Don't fret, I want you none the less.
I'll have you any way you'll let me.
***
Dear sweet Narcissia.
I broke her face.
***
Ah, the Lestrange brothers.
So... uptight.
So... unimaginative.
So... homophobic.
They buggered each other to death.
***
When he wished to be, he could be quite the gentleman.
He didn't wish it too often.
He dressed impecably...
Had excellent manners...
Always had a handkerchief...
And carried a walking cane.
He choked to death on it.
***
Bellatrix.
She was already mad...
There wasn't much I could do...
Besides kill her.
***
The Dark Lord's pet wolf...
Fenrir...
He got caught in a bear trap.
He chewed his leg off to get out.
Died of blood loss.
Snape now owned a beautiful wolfskin rug.
***
Abraham's blade was not stopped.
He was praised for his loyalty.
Isaac now served in hell for his father's choices.
No more. (1)
***
No note this time. sixteen notes and a scattering of gifts. It was it was May... Beltane. And the last gift cmae, without a note. He gave Severus the jar with Voldemort's preserved eyes straight from his own hands. The look of confusion was adorable, the realization worrying, the lust gratifying.
"No one will ever hurt you again. I'll kill them all."
The List
[x] 1. Voldemort
[x] 2. Tobias Snape
[x] 3. Fenrir Greyback
[x] 4. Bellatrix Lestrange
[x] 5. Lucius Malfoy
[x] 6. Rabastan Lestrange
[x] 7. Rodolphus Lestrange
[x] 8. Narcissia Malfoy
[x] 9. Antonin Dolohov
[x] 10. Walden MacNair
[x] 11. Crabbe Sr.
[x] 12. Goyle Sr.
[x] 13. Percy Weasley
[x] 14. Dolores Umbridge
[x] 15. Horace Slughorn
[x] 16. Peter Pettigrew
[x] 17. Sirius Black
(1) The Biblical story of Abraham where he is asked by God to sacrifice his son as a sign of his faith. He is stopped at the last moment by an angel. Tobias Snape is Abraham and Severus is Isaac.
A/N: once I got this little sucker into my head, it just wouldn't leave. I knowit's wierd and soo not cannon, and poorly written, blah blah blah, but it wouldn't leave me alone.
Flamers shall meet Harry's wrath.
Please review.
It was the day after Harry Potter's sixteenth birthday, and he was waiting to be liberated from his hellish prison. To the uninformed outsider, it looked to be anything but a prison. A nice, suburban home in a mass housing project in Surrey, a loving family of three gracing it's halls. But the thing was, Harry wasn't one of the three, he was was the fourth, the prisoner. His aunt was the screechy Prison Warden, his uncle the corrupt guard, and his cousin the priveleged inmate who delighted in hurting him. It didn't look like a prison and that made it all the worse.
In just a few minutes, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, parole officer, and manipulative pain in the ass, would be there to take him away from the nightmare. Just as the thought finished, the elderly wizard appeared with a 'crack' and a swirling of neon lemon robes decorated with putrid brown butterflies. The old man had really lost all sence of fashion. The teen rose and embraced the man as a faoured grandchild would after a long stint apart.
"It's good to see you hale and harty. Are you read to go?" He nodded and gathered his meager belongings. With a quick hug, the two disappeared... only to reappear not even a moment later in the home of his late godfather. Sirius Black had died not a month ago, and left all his worldly possessions to Harry James Potter, the son he wished he had. He had died in a foolish attempt to rescue his godson, who had rushed off blindly to rescue him, as he was conned into doing by a false vision. Or so everyone thought.
You see, Harry was... different. He wasn't quite human. He was a rare breed of demon, an Obustus animus (the seat of feeling which is hardned in fire). This type of demon reaches its intellectual maturity at a very young age, seven to be in fact. Harry had reached the mental acutity of a fully grown, rather intelligent wizard by the tme he was in his second year of schooling. As with all magical creatures, Harry had a predestined mate, his other half. Since he first set foot in Hogwart's, he had known who it was. Severus Snape.
At the tender age of eleven, he had understood what sex was, but had no desire to experience it. He knew he wasn't ready, but he had wanted to have an amicable relationship with his future partner. It wasn't to be. Snape was set against him the moment he heard his name. For years, Harry had plotted and planned on how to change the man's feelings towards him. He ended with a rather Slytherin plan. He would be so annoying, so agravating,that he would become an obsession to the older man. It worked better than he had hoped.
The only hitch in his plan had come with his Occlumency lessons. The day he looked into his mate's pensive, he had simply wanted to know his mate better, to care and provide for him better. He learned more than was suspected. He saw memories of abuse and torture by numerous people, including his dear godfather.
Which cycles back to the recently departed man. Everyone thought it was an accident. It wasn't. It was revenge for his mate by way of a carefully aimed tripping jinx. He was going to kill, torture, and maim every single person who had left a scar on his mate. It was a fairly long list. Seventeen names to be exact.
To Severus Snape, for your eyes only.
I have seen the scars you carry.
The ones who gave them to you still live.
This is unacceptable.
Revenge won't be swift for the ones who hurt you.
I will make them suffer, in your name.
And when it is over, I will reveal myself to you.
I can only pray that you will accept me as your mate.
The first is gone.
Sirius Black.
***
The letter was delivered to the Potion's Master at Grimmauld Place by a hired owl at breakfast, three days after Harry's arrivel. His expression was closed and guarded, but Harry had been studying him intensely for years. The slight stiffening of his knees, a tenseness around the jaw... He was shocked and the slightest bit afraid. He left immediately, no doubt off to Dumbledore. The old man was pained and more than shocked at the news that Sirius had been murdered. For some reason though, the Order never heard of it. Harry watched his mate and his mentor, trying to observe how they were taking the news. All was going according to plan.
He made his next move a few weeks before school started. Everyone was shopping in Diagon Alley when a metalic flash caught his eye down an alley. Providence struck and Pettigrew was provided. The next day, Snape recieved a letter, and a box containing the rat's very human head.
The second is gone.
Peter Pettigrew.
He cowered and he screamed for me.
He begged and sobbed.
He bled.
He broke.
He died.
I sent you a little gift.
I thought you might want to pickle it.
... Keep it on your mantle.
***
A week before school began, Dumbledoe pulled Harry aside and asked for his aid. Harry, trying to mend the singed bridge between them agreed. He needed help in securing a new Potions Professor. Aparently, Snape was taking over DADA. Harry knew exactly where and to whom they were gowing. Horace Slughorn, the next person on the List of People to Kill. Upon arriving at the retired man's home, they were admitted despite the faintly sensed anxiety. When Dumbldore asked him to teach, he outright refused, so the Headmaster left to allow his prize pupil to convince him. Harry instead poisoned him, a tiny scratch on his wrist during a handshake the only evidence, leaving the older man dead in seconds. A few drips of the poison into the drink sitting beside him, a few dribbles of the liquid around the mouth, and it was a perfect crime.
"Professor! PROFESSOR!" His yells brought the wizard running. He played his part of the terrified and confused teen perfectly. No one suspected him.
Another gift.
His method of death.
It burns away the mind...
And the brain...
And the rest of the nervous system.
Most literally.
Horace Slughorn is dead.
That day, Snape recieved a vial of poison more potent and toxic than Basalisk venom.
***
Dolores Umbridge was next on the list. The previous three had left physical scars on his mate's body, but she... she left them on his mind and soul. It had hurt him to socialize with her, to act the benevolent aide. She was something special. Of all the ones about to die, she had offended them both in a deeply moral way.
In the dead of night, Harry snuck out of Hogwart's and to her room in St. Mungo's. No one heard her scream... not for the entire night. The next day, a framed newsclipping arrived with a letter for the intrigued Potion's Master. He of course acted horrified and confused for the Headmaster, but to tell the truth he was intrigued and grateful to the one who was doing this for him. None had ever gone to so much trouble over him. At any moment, the perpetrator of the crimes may be captured.
~The Daily Prophet~
Early this morning, Dolores Umbridge was found in her room in St. Mungo's in a state of insanity. She was being treated for multiple wounds of an unknown nature. Healers found her curled up on the floor of her room in the sunlight streaming through her window. When it was attempted to move her, she screamed "Not the Darkness! He'll get me in the Dark! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise!"
It seems that somehow, either through an unpermited visitor, a psycotic break, or divine intervention, the Undersecretary has come to see the error of her ways of persecution and hate. When questioned, all she would say was that she was sorry, and that she would be good. She is now confined to the Psyciatric Ward of the hospital.
I hurt hers.
I showed her the sin on her soul.
And where it would lead her.
She's turned a new leaf.
Now on to the Death Eaters.
***
I carved the words 'Sadist' and 'Death Eater' on his chest.
Did you knw he truely got off on hurting you?
He told me so himself.
He told me many things.
Things that he didn't know until I asked.
Percy Weasley is dead.
***
Dolohov.
MacNair.
Crabbe.
Goyle.
They died by a rent boy's blade.
Fitting... after what they did to you.
Don't fret, I want you none the less.
I'll have you any way you'll let me.
***
Dear sweet Narcissia.
I broke her face.
***
Ah, the Lestrange brothers.
So... uptight.
So... unimaginative.
So... homophobic.
They buggered each other to death.
***
When he wished to be, he could be quite the gentleman.
He didn't wish it too often.
He dressed impecably...
Had excellent manners...
Always had a handkerchief...
And carried a walking cane.
He choked to death on it.
***
Bellatrix.
She was already mad...
There wasn't much I could do...
Besides kill her.
***
The Dark Lord's pet wolf...
Fenrir...
He got caught in a bear trap.
He chewed his leg off to get out.
Died of blood loss.
Snape now owned a beautiful wolfskin rug.
Abraham's blade was not stopped.
He was praised for his loyalty.
Isaac now served in hell for his father's choices.
No more. (1)
***
No note this time. sixteen notes and a scattering of gifts. It was it was May... Beltane. And the last gift cmae, without a note. He gave Severus the jar with Voldemort's preserved eyes straight from his own hands. The look of confusion was adorable, the realization worrying, the lust gratifying.
"No one will ever hurt you again. I'll kill them all."
The List
[x] 1. Voldemort
[x] 2. Tobias Snape
[x] 3. Fenrir Greyback
[x] 4. Bellatrix Lestrange
[x] 5. Lucius Malfoy
[x] 6. Rabastan Lestrange
[x] 7. Rodolphus Lestrange
[x] 8. Narcissia Malfoy
[x] 9. Antonin Dolohov
[x] 10. Walden MacNair
[x] 11. Crabbe Sr.
[x] 12. Goyle Sr.
[x] 13. Percy Weasley
[x] 14. Dolores Umbridge
[x] 15. Horace Slughorn
[x] 16. Peter Pettigrew
[x] 17. Sirius Black
(1) The Biblical story of Abraham where he is asked by God to sacrifice his son as a sign of his faith. He is stopped at the last moment by an angel. Tobias Snape is Abraham and Severus is Isaac.
A/N: once I got this little sucker into my head, it just wouldn't leave. I knowit's wierd and soo not cannon, and poorly written, blah blah blah, but it wouldn't leave me alone.
Flamers shall meet Harry's wrath.
Please review.