This is a re-writeen version of my current fiction "Arcane". I've decided to make some changes in the story, due to a writer's block. I will adjust the events to my future plans for the storyline. I hope you all like this new version. Please let me know what you think, good or bad, all kinds of feedback is appreciated.
This is a hurt-comfort, family, drama and adventure story, which includes our favourite potions master and "the brat" :)
No slash, no father-son, kind of AU. Snape-mentor fic.
There will be mentions of abuse and rape, which is why the story is rated M, so pleae read at you own risk.
Please note that i am not a native english speaker ;)
Oh and, - HP belongs to J.K.R. I would love to have it but unfortunately I do not. I've just cited a small amount from OOtP. -
CHAPTER 1 - The Fall Of Our Secrets
"Please, don't kill my child!" Lily screamed, trying to cover Harry's little crib with her own body.
"Get out of the way, woman!" Voldemort commanded, pointing his wand at her. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled as a beam of green light shot at the woman. She screamed and fell to the ground dead.
Baby Harry was crying in his crib when the bad man walked near him and aimed his wand at Harry, yelling "Avada Kedavra!". The same green light hit Harry, but then it backfired and Voldemort was hit by his own spell.
There was a long moment of silence. After that, seeing his mother's lifeless body on the ground, Harry began crying loudly.
No one was in the room, nor anyone coming to get him. His mother was lifelessly lying on the floor and he was alone for a very long time. Waiting someone to come and take him.
Finally, a man with long white hair and a long beard walked in the room and bitterly smiled at him,
"Oh Harry," he said, "There there my child. Come dear, let's get you out of here."...
"What was that? Has anyone told you about that?"
"No. I.. I don't know sir. A dream maybe..."
"Clear your mind, Potter! Let go of all emotion."
But Harry's anger at Snape continued to pound through his veins like venom. Let go of his anger? He could as easily detach his legs...
"You're not doing it, Potter... You will need more discipline than this... focus, now..."
Harry tried to empty his mind, tried not to think, or remeber, or feel...
"Let's go again... on the count of three... one - two - three - Legilimens!"
A great black dragon was rearing in front of him... his father and mother were waving at him out of an enchanted mirror... Cedric Diggory was liying on the ground with blank eyes staring at him...
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry was on his knees again, his face buried in his hands, his brain aching as though someone had been trying to pull it from his skull.
"Get up!" said Snape sharply. "Get up! You are not trying, you are making no effort. You are allowing me access to memories you fear, handing me weapons!"
Harry stood up again, his heart thumping wildly as though he had really just see Cedric dead in the graveyard. Snape looked paler than usual, and angrier, though not nearly as angry as Harry was.
"I - am - making - an - effort," he said through clenched teeth.
"I told you to empty yourself of emotion!"
"Yeah? Well, I'm finding that hard at the moment." Harry snarled.
"Then you will find yourself easy prey for the Dark Lord!" said Snape savagely. "Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad moments and allow themselves to be provoked so easily - weak people, in other words - they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!"
"I am not weak," said Harry in a low voice, fury now pumping through him so that he thought he may attack Snape in a moment.
"Then prove it! Master yourself!" spat Snape. "Control your anger, discipline your mind! We shall try again! Get ready, now! Legilimens!"
Snape was now watching Uncle Vernon grabbing a long metal tool and waving in towards Harry. He was tasting the blood in his mouth. Some big, strong hands grabbing Harry's wrists from behind and throwing him to the corner of an empty room. He was seeing the fear in boy's eyes, genuine pure fear, for the first time. He was feeling the pain and humiliation when he was grabbed and his clothes stripped of. Snape wanted to vomit as he watched Vernon Dursley focefully raping the boy...
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed, throwing the man out of his mind for the first time. They were both on all fours now on Snape's office floor. Harry rapidly pushed himself to the wall in hopes of it swallowing him whole. He put his hands on his face, and cried into his hands, hot tears and started to heavily breathe.
"No... no... no... leave me alone... don't look at me... no... no..." he was murmuring.
On the other side of the office, Snape was panting for air. Feeling sick, he heaved and threw up on the rug. He heaved several times after that, but it was mostly dry heaves. Out of breath, he adjusted himself slowly and now he was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and his knees pulled up to his panting chest.
"Potter, look at me," he demanded, his voice was flat and hard. Harry didn't respond.
"Potter!" he tried one more time, his voice was firm again.
"No... no... no... no..." the boy was muttering to himself, "Don't talk to me... don't look at me... no..."
Snape took a deep breath and released it. "Harry," he said, this time his voice was calm and somehow comforting. Harry couln't keep his eyes from closing and savoring the feeling. And then suddenly his eyes shot open again with agony.
"No!" he said, pushing himself further to the wall. Not dairng to raise his eyes and look at the man.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" the soft voice asked again.
Harry kept murmuring to himslef.
"Why, Harry?" Snape demanded.
They sat in silence for a couple of minutes. The man didn't take his eyes off of the boy; yet the boy still could't dare to look at the man.
"Harry," he tried again, but this time he was cut.
"No, stop it!" Harry shouted, "Stop acting like you care! You never cared, okay?! How would you know? You keep asking questions! Why? Why... If I told you why, do you think you would understand?!"
"You don't understand! Okay?! No one does!"
"No, Harry look..."
"No one understands! You don't understand!"
"But I do..." Snape said. It came out almost like a whisper. At first Harry didn't seem like he heard it.
He kept shouting: "People act like they care. But then they..." he stopped. "You do?" he asked, looking right at the man this time.
"I do." Snape replied, closing his eyes and swallowing the pain.
Harry was puzzled. "You mean... you..." he started to ask.
"Yes!" Snape replied with a deep sarrow and yet understanding in his eyes.
To Be Continued...
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