Title:

The boy that forgot to die

Author:

evil minded

Date:

December, 2nd 2011

Timeframe:

Second year at Hogwarts

Summary:

AU / Harry Potter comes back for his second year at Hogwarts, but something is not the way it should be and Severus Snape seems the only one able to help the boy that forgot to die … will he manage to really help the Gryffindor before it is too late?

Disclaimer:

I don't really care about Lockhart, Quirrel or Umbridge, not about most of the other persons in HP either … I however would like to own one Severus Snape – regrettably I do not, Rowling does … but well – I'm borrowing him for a while … just to torture him a bit … I am evil minded after all …

Rating:

M – Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16

Author's Notes:

Uhm … ok … I have to admit … English is not my language by birth … so … please do not kill me while reading … neither for the bad English I use, nor for what I am writing …

Also, this is the story written for NaNo, a story written within one month only and even if I go over the chapters before uploading them – I do appologize if it might not have the same quality at one point or another than those stories you are used to by me now … thank you …

Warning:

Story contains references to child abuse.

Child-abuse is a really serious thing, it is an evil thing and there are a lot of children in our world that really would need help without being helped, and closing our eyes and pretending it does not exist, is no solution …

I only say - remind yourself of your feelings, of your sympathy, and of your understanding … and handle people, children as well as adults, which are showing any signs - whichever - of once being abused … with understanding and with help …

what does not mean I am not as evil as I pretend to be … ^.~ … believe me - I am …


Breåk· … ·~†~*~*~*~*~*~†~· … ·Łine

The boy that forgot to die

Chapter one

Prologue – face in the sand

Something was not right.

Something definitely was quite wrong.

He could feel it.

He could sense it.

In the far-off distance, bells chimed, announcing midnight and welcoming another early Sunday morning, but he immediately knew – that was not what had awakened him. It rather had been a sense of foreboding seeping through his body that had disturbed his sleep, a sense of deathly foreboding that was spreading throughout his entire awareness and with a frown the Potions Master Severus Snape rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the grind that had crusted up in his few hours of slumber.

Breåk· … ·~†~*~*~*~*~*~†~· … ·Łine

Little Whinging was lying dark and silent in the midnight hour. There was nothing except for the soft whisper of the wind that blew over tree tops and there was nothing except for a few moths that were captured by the soft glow of the few street lamps, soundlessly dancing around the soft orbs through the midnight air. There was no one in the streets at such a late hour – or at such an early hour, considering the point of view from anyone who might or might not have been there in this particular night.

But there was no one.

If there however had been someone here, then they would have heard the whispered words of 'no … please … no …' over and over again while the wizarding child clutched crooked fingers to his chest, long ago broken, one by one, while the wizarding child tried to hold onto life, tried to take one breath after another one, tried to stay alive – somehow.

Breåk· … ·~†~*~*~*~*~*~†~· … ·Łine

Still frowning he threw the covers back and got off the bed only moments after the bells had stopped chiming, only seconds past midnight, only moments after the new day had come to life.

He left his bedroom and stepped out into the hall – the feeling of unease and restlessness gripping his chest in an embrace tighter and tighter until he had to hold onto the backrest of a nearby armchair to keep his balance and he immediately knew that something had happened, that something terrible had happened, something really terrible.

Only hours ago from the beginning of a new school year, only hours before the Hogwarts Express would leave Kings Cross, only hours before the school train would pull into Hogsmead station, and only hours before the great hall would be filled with students once more – and he knew that this year something would change completely.

He didn't like changes, even if he knew that he easily would be able adapting to them, but he didn't like changes. Changes only meant more complications and his life was already complicated enough. There was a meddling old fool of a headmaster who made sure of that and there were a few remaining Death Eaters who made sure of that as well.

And yet he knew – something would change.

Something had happened

Breåk· … ·~†~*~*~*~*~*~†~· … ·Łine

His chest hurt, but it always hurt lately and so that surely didn't matter anymore.

He also was hungry, but as he always was hungry that surely didn't mean anything either.

And something in his back felt wrong, felt broken, but he'd had so many broken bones over the past few years that this too surely didn't matter anymore. He was used to it and he only for a moment wondered what it would mean for him this time.

He tried to move, knowing that he should try to find a more comfortable position so he finally would be able falling asleep but he almost immediately realized that he couldn't and for another moment he wondered why, wondered if his uncle had managed to really damage him this time – but he rather quickly stopped thinking about that for fear of making everything more real. He quickly pushed everything into the back of his mind – head in the sand. If he couldn't see uncle Vernon, then surely uncle Vernon couldn't see him either, and if he didn't think of what his uncle had done to his body now, then surely it wasn't done in the first place either.

And so – if he ignored the nearly unbearable pain – and the just as suffocating fear as well – then the pain and the fear surely were not there either, were they?

Instead he focused onto the lines he had read years ago, lines on a page that was worn meanwhile, that was yellowed and crumbled with age, a piece of parchment that was lacerated on the edges and stained from tears. He had read this page so many times that he already knew it by heart and now he focused on those lines with a heavy heart, knowing that they were from his mother who had died long years ago, knowing that they were written by his mother who had sacrificed her life for him, knowing that they were meant to comfort him – but at the same time knowing that they never would come true, not for him anyway, no comfort for him, never comfort for him, because his mother had been wrong.

But they made him forget what could be wrong with him. Not for long though, he knew, but for just a little while, he could forget – for just a little while, he could dream.

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The great hall wasn't filled with the students yet but there were already enough of them present so that a constant soft murmur was heard as a background noise.

A few of his Slytherins, including his godson, Draco, were sitting on their house table, quietly debating over something while looking strangely worried and he narrowed his eyes at them. If there was something his snakes worried about, then he would like to know about it so that he could help solving the problem, but they had not come to him to inform him of anything yet – a fact that was strange actually as normally Marcus, his prefect would have come to see him about any problems in his house, Cassandra, his other prefect – or Draco. But no one of his snakes had done so by now.

A few Ravenclaws, sixth and seventh years, were discussing animatedly, a few lower grade Hufflepuffs were sitting at their house table, whispering and looking quite scared somehow, and a few of the second and third year Gryffindors, including two third of the golden trio were sitting already at their own house table as well, whispering, and he wondered where the third and missing part, Potter, kept himself. It was a rare occasion after all that they were seen separated.

Well, by any luck Potter maybe wouldn't attend Hogwarts this year?

With a sigh he realized that he not only was being stupid and that Potter definitely would be attending this year, but that he was unfair too. He disliked the boy, yes, but wishing he would be kept from Hogwarts, jeopardizing his education or even wishing something befalling him, it really was a bit excessive. While he personally didn't like the boy, he had to admit that there definitely were worse children here at Hogwarts than Potter.

Weasley for example, being rude and disrespectful, boisterous and lazy – or Anderson, being a bully and getting other children into not only trouble but dangerous situations as well – Higgins for example, who always cheated in his work, practical as well as in his essays, hoping to get through the year without having to lift a finger – or Crabbe and Goyle, being lazy and stupid, and those two were in his house. Potter neither was rude, nor a bully, he didn't cheat and, loath as he was to admit, he definitely wasn't stupid. He just happened to be the son of his school-days tormentor.

The Lazy part – that was correct.

But then – they all were, weren't they? At least most of them.

The sudden eerie silence that gripped the great hall made Snape looking up and his dark eyes scanned the four house tables quickly before they followed the gazes of the already present students, coming to rest on the double winged doors of the entrance hall – and he couldn't help blinking in shock for a moment before he had his facial muscles back under control.

Breåk· … ·~†~*~*~*~*~*~†~· … ·Łine


To be continued

Next time in The boy that forgot to die

And either must die at the hand of the other

Added author's note

thank you for reading - and yes, I would be glad if you took the time to review this chapter, thank you

house cup

alright, the question some of you have put up in my head, about being Slytherin or Gryffindor - or maybe any other house - it never had left my head so far and so I have thought about something … I don't know if it even will work, but well -

starting on January first, 2012 - just give away the house you'd be in, in your reviews, and any house will get a oint per review … I'll add them together and then I'll start a house cup … like I said, I don't know if it will work even, if you like the idea - but well, I'll take the risk and try it …