Angilique
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
16,447
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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Angilique
AN: Well I’m finally getting the remake of Angilique up. Sorry it’s been so long. Life has just been terribly stressed. I’ve decided also to make a prologue instead of straight into a first chapter so I apologize for the length.
Life was not easy for the scarred, dark haired young man that laid silently on his small cot of a bed. His aunt and uncle treated him like a slave at the best of times. His much larger cousin loved to use him as a punching bag leaving the young man with large bruises whenever his cousin got him alone. The only relief from his life in what could be considered a hell hole was his schooling, for about 10 months of the year he would be at the school rather than in his family’s house.
His heart ached with a new type of pain though. This year near the end of the school year he lost his god-father. A man who had spent around 12 years in the wizarding prison Azkaban blamed for a crime he didn't commit, a man who would have been raising Harry instead of his aunt and uncle if not for him being in prison. A man that had now died while still considered a convict.
Harry turned his head to glance at his small digital clock his eyes slightly blood shot. The clock showed it was 11:59 causing Harry to smile grimly. In one minute it would be his birthday and he would be one year from wizarding majority. A date he looked forward to greatly. He would finally be able to leave this house permanently at that time. He rolled over onto his back to stare at the ceiling for a moment not seeing the clock flash from 11:59 to 12:00.
Harry slowly began to whimper as sharp pains began to spread across his back and shoulders. Shortly after the sharp pains began Harry rolled onto his stomach biting at his lower lip to contain his whimpers of pain. He did not want to awaken his uncle. The man had been upset for the last week about something to do with work and Harry had the feeling that should he do one thing abnormal his uncle might react worse than ever before.
Harry released a soft cry as his back split open along two lines one down each shoulder blade. Each of these lines bleed slowly as something seemed to cause the lines to spread apart and a bump became visible from the center. The bump rose slowly finally releasing long black feathered wings from the splits. The wings quickly spread and flicked the blood along the feathers across the room.
Harry sobbed in pain as the new weight settled along his back and he blinked a few times. He breathed heavily as the house began to shake violently. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise as the house continued to shake violently. This would wake his uncle and bring the man down upon Harry’s head. He began to whimper in fear as yelling came from his aunt and uncle’s room.
Howling began to echo through the house causing screams of fear to come from Dudley’s room. Harry was lost in his internal fear as his bedroom door was slammed open by a red faced Vernon Dursley. In his hands was a cricket bat. His eyes soon locked onto Harry’s shivering form. The new limbs stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Freak now you’re not even human! Well we can’t have you appearing like this now!” Vernon snarled and swung the cricket bat at Harry. The bat hit one of the new appendages with a sickening crack causing Harry to scream in shock and pure pain as the bone inside the limb broke. Vernon brought the cricket bat down onto the young man again and again. Soon a few spots of bone became visible as they were shattered and broke through skin.
The pain soon caused Harry to pass out, as Vernon continued to hit Harry with the bat. After awhile Vernon finally stopped hitting the boy. He stared at the mess the boy now was as he planned to get a hacksaw with which to remove Harry’s new limbs. He walked out of the boy’s room not even making sure the boy wouldn’t bleed to death.
The house had stopped shaking by this point, allowing Vernon to calm down more as he washed up in the bathroom. He would call into work in the morning claiming he was too sick, that would let him take care of the freak. In Harry’s room the dark haired boy’s blood soaked into his cot like bed.
Vernon Dursley finally returned to his bed and calmed his wife down from her stressed reaction of what had been happening in Harry’s room. He convinced her to go back to sleep then curled up himself dreaming of a normal day without any sign of Harry.
Life was not easy for the scarred, dark haired young man that laid silently on his small cot of a bed. His aunt and uncle treated him like a slave at the best of times. His much larger cousin loved to use him as a punching bag leaving the young man with large bruises whenever his cousin got him alone. The only relief from his life in what could be considered a hell hole was his schooling, for about 10 months of the year he would be at the school rather than in his family’s house.
His heart ached with a new type of pain though. This year near the end of the school year he lost his god-father. A man who had spent around 12 years in the wizarding prison Azkaban blamed for a crime he didn't commit, a man who would have been raising Harry instead of his aunt and uncle if not for him being in prison. A man that had now died while still considered a convict.
Harry turned his head to glance at his small digital clock his eyes slightly blood shot. The clock showed it was 11:59 causing Harry to smile grimly. In one minute it would be his birthday and he would be one year from wizarding majority. A date he looked forward to greatly. He would finally be able to leave this house permanently at that time. He rolled over onto his back to stare at the ceiling for a moment not seeing the clock flash from 11:59 to 12:00.
Harry slowly began to whimper as sharp pains began to spread across his back and shoulders. Shortly after the sharp pains began Harry rolled onto his stomach biting at his lower lip to contain his whimpers of pain. He did not want to awaken his uncle. The man had been upset for the last week about something to do with work and Harry had the feeling that should he do one thing abnormal his uncle might react worse than ever before.
Harry released a soft cry as his back split open along two lines one down each shoulder blade. Each of these lines bleed slowly as something seemed to cause the lines to spread apart and a bump became visible from the center. The bump rose slowly finally releasing long black feathered wings from the splits. The wings quickly spread and flicked the blood along the feathers across the room.
Harry sobbed in pain as the new weight settled along his back and he blinked a few times. He breathed heavily as the house began to shake violently. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise as the house continued to shake violently. This would wake his uncle and bring the man down upon Harry’s head. He began to whimper in fear as yelling came from his aunt and uncle’s room.
Howling began to echo through the house causing screams of fear to come from Dudley’s room. Harry was lost in his internal fear as his bedroom door was slammed open by a red faced Vernon Dursley. In his hands was a cricket bat. His eyes soon locked onto Harry’s shivering form. The new limbs stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Freak now you’re not even human! Well we can’t have you appearing like this now!” Vernon snarled and swung the cricket bat at Harry. The bat hit one of the new appendages with a sickening crack causing Harry to scream in shock and pure pain as the bone inside the limb broke. Vernon brought the cricket bat down onto the young man again and again. Soon a few spots of bone became visible as they were shattered and broke through skin.
The pain soon caused Harry to pass out, as Vernon continued to hit Harry with the bat. After awhile Vernon finally stopped hitting the boy. He stared at the mess the boy now was as he planned to get a hacksaw with which to remove Harry’s new limbs. He walked out of the boy’s room not even making sure the boy wouldn’t bleed to death.
The house had stopped shaking by this point, allowing Vernon to calm down more as he washed up in the bathroom. He would call into work in the morning claiming he was too sick, that would let him take care of the freak. In Harry’s room the dark haired boy’s blood soaked into his cot like bed.
Vernon Dursley finally returned to his bed and calmed his wife down from her stressed reaction of what had been happening in Harry’s room. He convinced her to go back to sleep then curled up himself dreaming of a normal day without any sign of Harry.