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Memories
Summary: This story is unrolling 5 years after Harry graduated from Hogwarts. He and Severus had a relationship. After Harry leaves, he begins to believe that Severus has no more feelings for him after he stops answering his letters.
A/N : I posted this a while ago. I took it down.. I looked it over and I'm ready to post it again.
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Chapter 1
Memories
It was Harry's last day at Hogwarts, and after 7 long years his schooling was finally coming to an end. He roamed the grounds of the home he was leaving; the wizarding world had become safe after he defeated Voldemort in his 6th year. He could still, sometimes, feel the blood that stained his hands, the type of blood that no one could see but you knew it was there.
When Harry had defeated the Dark Lord he began to feel lost. While the wizarding world patted him on the back and praised him for killing the Dark Lord, he wanted no more then to show them what he really was, a MURDERER, he was no better then the man he had just slain. The school treated him like a hero and Harry withdrew from the spotlight insisting he couldn't have done it without help. Of course, no one believed him so he withdrew into his little corner, the corner that not even Ron and Hermione noticed he was in.
No one around him seemed to notice the change in Harry no one, except his potions teacher. Snape watched on the sidelines as Harry slowly drifted further away from people. He didn't want to admit it, but he cared for the boy greatly. Snape seemed to linger in the corridors whenever Harry passed so he could keep an eye on the young hero.
When Snape started to talk to Harry, Harry had cried on his shoulder for about an hour at a time. One day when Harry was finished crying he did the unforgivable. Harry had kissed Snape. After secretly longing for the boy for years he was quick to accept.
~Flash back~
The first night, they had talked into the wee hours of the morning. By the time midnight had rolled around Harry was lying on the couch with his head on his professor's lap, looking up at him. The potion master was lazily running his hand through Harry's soft hair. They talked about what had been happening since the end of the war.
Slowly Harry started to tell Snape how he felt all alone even though he always had some one with him. Eating in the great hall left him feeling empty and isolated inside, which was scary. The only time he didn't feel alone was in potions class and he didn't know why. A small smile had appeared on Severus' lips taking Harry by surprise.
"Stirring a bubbling potion has something calming about it. When I feel troubled or stressed I go to brew a potion or two and it always calms me down." Snape had said, and Harry had smiled his first true smile since the war. "You should smile more often Harry." Severus had to continue, "it suits you more then a frown." His voice dropped to a whisper hoping Harry wouldn't hear, "you look beautiful when you smile." Harry blushed slightly.
"You should smile more and laugh more, I love your laugh" Harry blushed, realizing what he had said. "I mean...um........." he was cut off by Sev's laugh and he smiled.
The older man didn't stop laughing for a while and looked at Harry. "Your amusing sometimes, you know that Harry. It's like you're trying to say something but it doesn't come out right"
"What I was trying to say was, Ilovethewayyourlaughisrichanddeep." He blushed and whispered, "and I fell in love with you." This time it was Severus who captured Harry's lips in an illegally sweet kiss.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to hear that from you." They lip locked again. From that night they had been a couple. Being able to bring love and happiness to each other was just what both of them needed.
~End~
Harry's condition got better and better day by day thanks to his forbidden love. He didn't tell anyone but Hermione. He didn't tell Ron because he knew that he wouldn't accept it.
When Harry finally snapped out of his thoughts, he found himself descending to the dungeons. He arrived at his lover's door; he simply walked in and looked around the room searching for Sev. He found his lover curled up on the couch reading a book. Sev's hair was put into a low ponytail and he was wearing a simple shirt and slacks.
He walked over to the couch and hugged Severus over the chair and the older man looked up and put his book aside. Harry walked around the couch to stand in front of his lover but Severus was faster and pulled him to his lap.
"I know why you came here" Harry looked down with sad eyes "I was waiting for it to happen we're both set for life. Albus would never let me go and you cannot refuse the Aurors. It will be better this way." Severus' voice cracked with the sadness that he felt tugging at his heart as it seeped into his voice and crept onto his face. He never wanted to let this boy go but it was for the best.
Harry nodded softly "I just wish this didn't have to happen I love you so much and I don't want to leave but I know you won't let me stay." He rested his head on Severus' shoulder to try to, in some way, comfort the man and to find comfort but the pain ran too deep.
The men didn't move for a while and then Severus made Harry look at him. "Let's make tonight that best night of our lives since it's our last night together," That night the pair of lover made slow and sweet love that lasted into the night.
As Harry slept in Severus' arms, Sev charmed the walls to play soft music. The one song he didn't want to play started to play, Can't Stop Loving You by Phil Collins.
So you're leaving
In the mornin'
On the early train
Well I could say
Everything's all right
And I could pretend
And say good-bye
Severus watched Harry intently, the reason he didn't want this song to play was because it was how he felt. He didn't want Harry to leave.
Got your ticket
Got your suitcase
Got your leaving smile
Oh I could say that's way it goes
And I could pretend you won't know
That I was lying
Severus closed his eyes and fell off to sleep.
Cuz I can't stop loving you
No I can't stop loving you
No I won't stop loving you
Why should I?
~~~~~~~~~
The next day on the train Harry cried his heart out on Hermione's shoulder. The man he loved looked indifferent as always and Harry was slowly dying. No one asked him why he was crying knowing that he was having a relationship with someone.
We took a taxi
To the station
Not a word was said
And I saw you walk across the road
For maybe the last time, I don't know
Unknown to anyone Severus was dying and barely keeping on his mask. He wanted nothing more than to break down and cry. The man he loved with all of his heart was leaving and he knew that Harry was crying, he could feel it some how. He knew it was for the best, Harry had his life to live and he had his own, maybe their paths would meet one day. Severus turned to leave and made his way to the dungeons and he wasn't seen for days.
Feeling humble
Heard a rumble on the railway track
And when I hear the whistle blow
I'll walk away and you won't know
That I'll be crying
Harry had tried to stay in touch with the potion master but Severus stopped replying to the owls, which threw Harry out of help from anyone and his habit started.
A lot had changed since the pair split and they both changed physically and emotionally.
Severus became stricter with his students, withdrew from the staff and began to bury himself in work. He had let his hair grow a little longer but his eyes had lost all shine that was once there.
Harry, on the other hand, was really quiet and talked to no one if he could help it. He had stopped talking to Hermione and focused on reading and writing. He had grown into a well-built man and he had let his hair grow past his shoulders and always kept it in a low ponytail. He had dyed the tips of his hair blood red and his body was covered with countless scars from many different battles.
Harry had suddenly become interested in knives and daggers and had a collection of them. All of them had drawn blood at least once and he was content with that. Ever since the day he left Hogwarts the only thing that brought him comfort was those knives.
TBC
A/N : I posted this a while ago. I took it down.. I looked it over and I'm ready to post it again.
~~~~~~~
Chapter 1
Memories
It was Harry's last day at Hogwarts, and after 7 long years his schooling was finally coming to an end. He roamed the grounds of the home he was leaving; the wizarding world had become safe after he defeated Voldemort in his 6th year. He could still, sometimes, feel the blood that stained his hands, the type of blood that no one could see but you knew it was there.
When Harry had defeated the Dark Lord he began to feel lost. While the wizarding world patted him on the back and praised him for killing the Dark Lord, he wanted no more then to show them what he really was, a MURDERER, he was no better then the man he had just slain. The school treated him like a hero and Harry withdrew from the spotlight insisting he couldn't have done it without help. Of course, no one believed him so he withdrew into his little corner, the corner that not even Ron and Hermione noticed he was in.
No one around him seemed to notice the change in Harry no one, except his potions teacher. Snape watched on the sidelines as Harry slowly drifted further away from people. He didn't want to admit it, but he cared for the boy greatly. Snape seemed to linger in the corridors whenever Harry passed so he could keep an eye on the young hero.
When Snape started to talk to Harry, Harry had cried on his shoulder for about an hour at a time. One day when Harry was finished crying he did the unforgivable. Harry had kissed Snape. After secretly longing for the boy for years he was quick to accept.
~Flash back~
The first night, they had talked into the wee hours of the morning. By the time midnight had rolled around Harry was lying on the couch with his head on his professor's lap, looking up at him. The potion master was lazily running his hand through Harry's soft hair. They talked about what had been happening since the end of the war.
Slowly Harry started to tell Snape how he felt all alone even though he always had some one with him. Eating in the great hall left him feeling empty and isolated inside, which was scary. The only time he didn't feel alone was in potions class and he didn't know why. A small smile had appeared on Severus' lips taking Harry by surprise.
"Stirring a bubbling potion has something calming about it. When I feel troubled or stressed I go to brew a potion or two and it always calms me down." Snape had said, and Harry had smiled his first true smile since the war. "You should smile more often Harry." Severus had to continue, "it suits you more then a frown." His voice dropped to a whisper hoping Harry wouldn't hear, "you look beautiful when you smile." Harry blushed slightly.
"You should smile more and laugh more, I love your laugh" Harry blushed, realizing what he had said. "I mean...um........." he was cut off by Sev's laugh and he smiled.
The older man didn't stop laughing for a while and looked at Harry. "Your amusing sometimes, you know that Harry. It's like you're trying to say something but it doesn't come out right"
"What I was trying to say was, Ilovethewayyourlaughisrichanddeep." He blushed and whispered, "and I fell in love with you." This time it was Severus who captured Harry's lips in an illegally sweet kiss.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to hear that from you." They lip locked again. From that night they had been a couple. Being able to bring love and happiness to each other was just what both of them needed.
~End~
Harry's condition got better and better day by day thanks to his forbidden love. He didn't tell anyone but Hermione. He didn't tell Ron because he knew that he wouldn't accept it.
When Harry finally snapped out of his thoughts, he found himself descending to the dungeons. He arrived at his lover's door; he simply walked in and looked around the room searching for Sev. He found his lover curled up on the couch reading a book. Sev's hair was put into a low ponytail and he was wearing a simple shirt and slacks.
He walked over to the couch and hugged Severus over the chair and the older man looked up and put his book aside. Harry walked around the couch to stand in front of his lover but Severus was faster and pulled him to his lap.
"I know why you came here" Harry looked down with sad eyes "I was waiting for it to happen we're both set for life. Albus would never let me go and you cannot refuse the Aurors. It will be better this way." Severus' voice cracked with the sadness that he felt tugging at his heart as it seeped into his voice and crept onto his face. He never wanted to let this boy go but it was for the best.
Harry nodded softly "I just wish this didn't have to happen I love you so much and I don't want to leave but I know you won't let me stay." He rested his head on Severus' shoulder to try to, in some way, comfort the man and to find comfort but the pain ran too deep.
The men didn't move for a while and then Severus made Harry look at him. "Let's make tonight that best night of our lives since it's our last night together," That night the pair of lover made slow and sweet love that lasted into the night.
As Harry slept in Severus' arms, Sev charmed the walls to play soft music. The one song he didn't want to play started to play, Can't Stop Loving You by Phil Collins.
So you're leaving
In the mornin'
On the early train
Well I could say
Everything's all right
And I could pretend
And say good-bye
Severus watched Harry intently, the reason he didn't want this song to play was because it was how he felt. He didn't want Harry to leave.
Got your ticket
Got your suitcase
Got your leaving smile
Oh I could say that's way it goes
And I could pretend you won't know
That I was lying
Severus closed his eyes and fell off to sleep.
Cuz I can't stop loving you
No I can't stop loving you
No I won't stop loving you
Why should I?
~~~~~~~~~
The next day on the train Harry cried his heart out on Hermione's shoulder. The man he loved looked indifferent as always and Harry was slowly dying. No one asked him why he was crying knowing that he was having a relationship with someone.
We took a taxi
To the station
Not a word was said
And I saw you walk across the road
For maybe the last time, I don't know
Unknown to anyone Severus was dying and barely keeping on his mask. He wanted nothing more than to break down and cry. The man he loved with all of his heart was leaving and he knew that Harry was crying, he could feel it some how. He knew it was for the best, Harry had his life to live and he had his own, maybe their paths would meet one day. Severus turned to leave and made his way to the dungeons and he wasn't seen for days.
Feeling humble
Heard a rumble on the railway track
And when I hear the whistle blow
I'll walk away and you won't know
That I'll be crying
Harry had tried to stay in touch with the potion master but Severus stopped replying to the owls, which threw Harry out of help from anyone and his habit started.
A lot had changed since the pair split and they both changed physically and emotionally.
Severus became stricter with his students, withdrew from the staff and began to bury himself in work. He had let his hair grow a little longer but his eyes had lost all shine that was once there.
Harry, on the other hand, was really quiet and talked to no one if he could help it. He had stopped talking to Hermione and focused on reading and writing. He had grown into a well-built man and he had let his hair grow past his shoulders and always kept it in a low ponytail. He had dyed the tips of his hair blood red and his body was covered with countless scars from many different battles.
Harry had suddenly become interested in knives and daggers and had a collection of them. All of them had drawn blood at least once and he was content with that. Ever since the day he left Hogwarts the only thing that brought him comfort was those knives.
TBC