Author: Rose
Pairing: Harry/Severus eventually
Rating: Um R maybe?
Word Count: 395
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The crappy attempt at 'plot' within belongs to me.
Warnings: Slash, Attempted Suicide. Ignores HBP
Notes: For sev0109 because I can, and huge thanks to my beta iheartwillhoge I promise, this will get happier!!
Summary: What do you do when everything you have been living for is taken away?
Chapter Three, A Saviour
Albus Dumbledore was rarely surprised. He had most of what happened in people’s lives around him planned out. Then a fire call came from Kingsley Shaklebolt. Never one to mince words he said, ‘Voldemort is dead,’ and vanished from the fireplace. Albus then proceed to choke on the lemon drop he was eating.
‘MINERVA! Come quickly, I need to get to Harry.’
Albus left Minerva to send off owls to the various Order of the Phoenix members and set off to the apparition point to apparate to Riddle House.
The first sight that greeted him was Harry Potter, stiff and unblinking amongst the chaos that surrounded him.
The Headmaster pushed his way through the crowd and whispered in Harry’s ear, ‘I’m taking you to Hogwarts my boy.’ And they both vanished.
Severus Snape was never happier to have been found out as a spy the previous year. Then he was mildly surprised that a Potter was actually good for something, which his inner voice (which sounded disturbingly like Minerva) promptly reprimanded him over.
As all the possibilities were whirling rounded his head, Albus walked in with Potter.
Severus sneered as Granger and Weasley rushed up the Harry and hugged him tightly. He was about to turn away when he saw that Potter was still stiff as a board and seemed barely conscious.
Potter’s head rose a little and Severus saw eyes that he had seen in too many faces, including his own, eyes that held no feeling, no life. Severus sighed as he realised the rumours may not have been as false as he had supposed.
The boy would need watching.
Harry felt like he was in a vacuum. The light and sound all rushing past him in a tangled blur, overwhelming his senses. He thought perhaps someone might be touching him, but he couldn’t tell. Then he felt two cold eyes on his, familiar eyes, and he met them and saw them… what? Understand? No. Not possible. One thought kept running round Harry’s head What Am I Now? Over and over.
He saw his future, one of fear and hate and adoration, all misplaced, and yet all deserved. Who needed a saviour when they had done their saving? No one. He was nothing important, and yet, he would forever be the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Defeat-Voldemort. No one wanted a used up weapon.
Lol, cliffies are fun no?
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Rose