Fic: Ordinary Death II rating: PG-13
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hpvampTitle: Ordinary Death II
Author/Artist: Nell
Pairing: Sev/harry
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Harry potter and all toys, etc... are owned by other people
Warnings: Slash, introspective!Sev? Slight Dumbledore bashing (which I just noticed... o.O)
Summary: Sequel to Ordinary Death
Challenge: none
Archive?: want it? yours.
other notes from the author: This was actually written based off of the icon meme. If someone comments, you write a drabble based on their icon. My drabble turned into 1.5-ish K. Oh, and there's a reference to FAKE in this. Can you point it out?
The day he died was vastly different from the day wherein I had died. I had died on an ordinary day, a day resplendent with sunlight and blue skies. The day he died was, well, it was a bleak day. In truth, it was a day like any other in this land of endless dreary and rain. In truth, the day he died was more ordinary then the day in which I had died.
Yes, the day he died was different from mine, but that was not all that was different about his death. I had died outside, in the forest. He died inside, cradled in my arms. Furthermore, the day I had died, the one who killed me abandoned me. I would never abandon him. He was my love, my lover, and I could not leave him.
Maybe there was something wrong with him; maybe he was as unlovable as his father had always claimed. After all, it was a rare occurrence indeed when someone would be turned and then left. Even when Lupin had been made into a werewolf, his sire had stayed. Nevertheless, his sire; his had left him. He could have been killed. He was almost killed, as he had no one to teach him to learn how to control the thirst, or his new found powers. Was he that ugly, that nasty? But no, he would not think these thoughts. He would not; he was not some Hufflepuff to run off crying about his past. The past was only useful to better plan his protection in the future.
Calm down Harry, I'm just thinking. Go back to sleep, the change is not complete yet.
Besides, if Harry heard his thoughts; well, let's just say he would have to grow new eardrums. A pissed off Harry could, would and frequently did lecture in a voice every bit as commanding as Molly Weasley had. Yet, it was when he used the quiet voice that it was dangerous. His voice would become almost silent, and his eyes - Merlin, his eyes would be full of pain. As if he was back with those blasted muggles, like he was the unwanted child all over again. He could not stand when Harry's eyes looked like that.
Where was I? Isn't it odd how someone can get lost in their own minds, trying but not succeeding in forming a coherent thought to it's conclusion? Have you had thoughts, ideas like this? I never had, not until Harry.
Shhhh Harry, I did not mean to wake you. Yes, those are my feelings you are receiving. The power of empathy will come to some who are changed. You should sleep more, the change is tiring. Now, where was I?
Before, it was not safe. I had to control my mind, by having complete order. If I let my mind wander, then I could become vulnerable to both Riddle and Dumbledore.
Speaking of Dumbledore, I find it odd that not many people realized the truth of him. He was much worse then Riddle. Riddle was forthright with his policies. He did not try to hide behind a thin veneer of civilization. But Dumbledore, he was a hypocrite of the worse order. Anything done by the Gryffindor students was permissible. It could be explained away. However, anything done by or to a Slytherin, no matter what, was either totally wrong if done by the Slytherin, or somehow forgivable if done by another student. He treated the Ravenclaw students somewhat fairly, and utterly ignored the Hufflepuff students until the death of Cedric Diggory.
The only reason Dumbledore had been offered the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts was his family's position. And what did he do? He totally ignored the fact that most of his family were Slytherins and Ravenclaws, and started favoring his old house. Dippet may have been prejudiced towards half-humans, but at least he did not set one house upon a hill and ignore or single out the other houses for punishment.
Really, Dumbledore's refusal to see any harm, any hint of malice was what had caused him to go to Voldemort. How could I trust Dumbledore, when he had had allowed a werewolf into the school? A werewolf with alpha potential at that. It was dangerous to go near an alpha werewolf - they could not control themselves at all unless the werewolf was with his or her pack.
When I had gone under the Whomping Willow, I had gone towards an alpha werewolf who's pack had not yet come to him. He was not controlled, and Dumbledore had been the one to separate the wolf from the pack. Yet, knowing the werewolf did not have his pack by him, and that Sirius had told him where to find the werewolf, I had been the one punished. I had been forced into detention. All Sirius had done was to lose points for his house.
I have never blamed Remus - he was following his nature, but his nature was too volatile. He could have killed the students at the school, because he did not take five minutes to drink the final dosage of the wolfsbane potion.
Harry, you are supposed to be resting. Damn fool Gryffindor characteristics are coming to the fore, but then again, that is why I love you, is it not? So, you heard all of that? You weren't supposed to. You want me to continue?
Right, where was I? I already told you about the die I died, and I told you about those other event. You want to hear about my activities with Riddle? I really do not think that this is an appropriate tale for you to hear, you already have trouble sleeping Harry. Fine, if you insist.
I had just finished my final year at Hogwarts, and I had yet to decide what I wanted to do. I was to be a potions master, since that is what was expected of me. Yet, I wanted to be a researcher. I wanted to find ways to heal, to cure those diseases that were thought to be incurable. My father wanted me to just make those potions that only a rated potions master could make. He just wanted to have the Snape family coffers more full of gallons instead of wanting what would make me happy. I hated my father, but I could not fight him.
I had finally decided that I would study under a potions master that had two accrediations, one for research and one for the rare potions, so I could keep him happy and follow my own dreams. It seemed the best way to stay saf- it seemed the best compromise.
No Harry, I was not going to say safe. Just listen and rest.
Well, my father had started to listen to Riddle, and he was convinced that he was the ideal the pureblood wizards were waiting for. I did not believe in the inanity that Riddle sprouted, but I could not afford to leave the house. I did not earn any money since I was studying, and I could not earn money later if I did not study at that time. It was a catch-22.
Yes Harry, I do read Muggle literature. Muggles can be quite creative and I do believe you should stop interrupting me.
Anyway, father dragged me to the locale of a meeting, and he told me that if I did not join, I would be exiled and outcast from the Snape family. At that time, Riddle was nothing more then a self-important man who liked to give strange tattoos. He had not yet started his reign of terror, or well, I should say he had not yet started to call attention to his activities.
I joined him, and almost three months after I joined him was I sent on a mission that did not just involve the theft of illicit potion ingredients. It was horrible. There were two adults and a newborn baby boy, and I could not save the parents. I cast a charm on the child that placed him asleep, as if he was dead, and we killed the parents.
After that, we Apparated out of the house, and I had to wait close to six hours before I could go back without detection. I took the charm off of the child, took him to the Snape Manor, and waited. Over a day later, I was able to create an illegal portkey and go to America. I do not know what city I went to, but I left the child in an alley. I will always wonder what happened to that green-eyed child.
His hair? He had hair just a little lighter then yours Harry. Are you starting to become hungry? Shhh, feed from here. It feels good Harry, and in a couple of days, I'll show you how it's a thousand times more erotic then being turned. Harry? I wonder if you'll believe me if I tell you that you snore?
Yes, the day Harry died was vastly different from the day I died, but that is all for the better.
Author/Artist: Nell
Pairing: Sev/harry
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Harry potter and all toys, etc... are owned by other people
Warnings: Slash, introspective!Sev? Slight Dumbledore bashing (which I just noticed... o.O)
Summary: Sequel to Ordinary Death
Challenge: none
Archive?: want it? yours.
other notes from the author: This was actually written based off of the icon meme. If someone comments, you write a drabble based on their icon. My drabble turned into 1.5-ish K. Oh, and there's a reference to FAKE in this. Can you point it out?
The day he died was vastly different from the day wherein I had died. I had died on an ordinary day, a day resplendent with sunlight and blue skies. The day he died was, well, it was a bleak day. In truth, it was a day like any other in this land of endless dreary and rain. In truth, the day he died was more ordinary then the day in which I had died.
Yes, the day he died was different from mine, but that was not all that was different about his death. I had died outside, in the forest. He died inside, cradled in my arms. Furthermore, the day I had died, the one who killed me abandoned me. I would never abandon him. He was my love, my lover, and I could not leave him.
Maybe there was something wrong with him; maybe he was as unlovable as his father had always claimed. After all, it was a rare occurrence indeed when someone would be turned and then left. Even when Lupin had been made into a werewolf, his sire had stayed. Nevertheless, his sire; his had left him. He could have been killed. He was almost killed, as he had no one to teach him to learn how to control the thirst, or his new found powers. Was he that ugly, that nasty? But no, he would not think these thoughts. He would not; he was not some Hufflepuff to run off crying about his past. The past was only useful to better plan his protection in the future.
Calm down Harry, I'm just thinking. Go back to sleep, the change is not complete yet.
Besides, if Harry heard his thoughts; well, let's just say he would have to grow new eardrums. A pissed off Harry could, would and frequently did lecture in a voice every bit as commanding as Molly Weasley had. Yet, it was when he used the quiet voice that it was dangerous. His voice would become almost silent, and his eyes - Merlin, his eyes would be full of pain. As if he was back with those blasted muggles, like he was the unwanted child all over again. He could not stand when Harry's eyes looked like that.
Where was I? Isn't it odd how someone can get lost in their own minds, trying but not succeeding in forming a coherent thought to it's conclusion? Have you had thoughts, ideas like this? I never had, not until Harry.
Shhhh Harry, I did not mean to wake you. Yes, those are my feelings you are receiving. The power of empathy will come to some who are changed. You should sleep more, the change is tiring. Now, where was I?
Before, it was not safe. I had to control my mind, by having complete order. If I let my mind wander, then I could become vulnerable to both Riddle and Dumbledore.
Speaking of Dumbledore, I find it odd that not many people realized the truth of him. He was much worse then Riddle. Riddle was forthright with his policies. He did not try to hide behind a thin veneer of civilization. But Dumbledore, he was a hypocrite of the worse order. Anything done by the Gryffindor students was permissible. It could be explained away. However, anything done by or to a Slytherin, no matter what, was either totally wrong if done by the Slytherin, or somehow forgivable if done by another student. He treated the Ravenclaw students somewhat fairly, and utterly ignored the Hufflepuff students until the death of Cedric Diggory.
The only reason Dumbledore had been offered the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts was his family's position. And what did he do? He totally ignored the fact that most of his family were Slytherins and Ravenclaws, and started favoring his old house. Dippet may have been prejudiced towards half-humans, but at least he did not set one house upon a hill and ignore or single out the other houses for punishment.
Really, Dumbledore's refusal to see any harm, any hint of malice was what had caused him to go to Voldemort. How could I trust Dumbledore, when he had had allowed a werewolf into the school? A werewolf with alpha potential at that. It was dangerous to go near an alpha werewolf - they could not control themselves at all unless the werewolf was with his or her pack.
When I had gone under the Whomping Willow, I had gone towards an alpha werewolf who's pack had not yet come to him. He was not controlled, and Dumbledore had been the one to separate the wolf from the pack. Yet, knowing the werewolf did not have his pack by him, and that Sirius had told him where to find the werewolf, I had been the one punished. I had been forced into detention. All Sirius had done was to lose points for his house.
I have never blamed Remus - he was following his nature, but his nature was too volatile. He could have killed the students at the school, because he did not take five minutes to drink the final dosage of the wolfsbane potion.
Harry, you are supposed to be resting. Damn fool Gryffindor characteristics are coming to the fore, but then again, that is why I love you, is it not? So, you heard all of that? You weren't supposed to. You want me to continue?
Right, where was I? I already told you about the die I died, and I told you about those other event. You want to hear about my activities with Riddle? I really do not think that this is an appropriate tale for you to hear, you already have trouble sleeping Harry. Fine, if you insist.
I had just finished my final year at Hogwarts, and I had yet to decide what I wanted to do. I was to be a potions master, since that is what was expected of me. Yet, I wanted to be a researcher. I wanted to find ways to heal, to cure those diseases that were thought to be incurable. My father wanted me to just make those potions that only a rated potions master could make. He just wanted to have the Snape family coffers more full of gallons instead of wanting what would make me happy. I hated my father, but I could not fight him.
I had finally decided that I would study under a potions master that had two accrediations, one for research and one for the rare potions, so I could keep him happy and follow my own dreams. It seemed the best way to stay saf- it seemed the best compromise.
No Harry, I was not going to say safe. Just listen and rest.
Well, my father had started to listen to Riddle, and he was convinced that he was the ideal the pureblood wizards were waiting for. I did not believe in the inanity that Riddle sprouted, but I could not afford to leave the house. I did not earn any money since I was studying, and I could not earn money later if I did not study at that time. It was a catch-22.
Yes Harry, I do read Muggle literature. Muggles can be quite creative and I do believe you should stop interrupting me.
Anyway, father dragged me to the locale of a meeting, and he told me that if I did not join, I would be exiled and outcast from the Snape family. At that time, Riddle was nothing more then a self-important man who liked to give strange tattoos. He had not yet started his reign of terror, or well, I should say he had not yet started to call attention to his activities.
I joined him, and almost three months after I joined him was I sent on a mission that did not just involve the theft of illicit potion ingredients. It was horrible. There were two adults and a newborn baby boy, and I could not save the parents. I cast a charm on the child that placed him asleep, as if he was dead, and we killed the parents.
After that, we Apparated out of the house, and I had to wait close to six hours before I could go back without detection. I took the charm off of the child, took him to the Snape Manor, and waited. Over a day later, I was able to create an illegal portkey and go to America. I do not know what city I went to, but I left the child in an alley. I will always wonder what happened to that green-eyed child.
His hair? He had hair just a little lighter then yours Harry. Are you starting to become hungry? Shhh, feed from here. It feels good Harry, and in a couple of days, I'll show you how it's a thousand times more erotic then being turned. Harry? I wonder if you'll believe me if I tell you that you snore?
Yes, the day Harry died was vastly different from the day I died, but that is all for the better.
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Date: 2005-10-31 05:13 pm (UTC)Sleep, Harry!
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