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The next day, Harry arrived at the shack toting a small wagon behind him filled with a pile of old books with fraying colored bindings and gold embossed lettering. “Alright, what…is all…
Harry and Snape got fairly used to suspiciously observing one another while they ate lunch together over the next few days. It was a strange situation indeed, but Harry kept showing up at the…
When Harry returned to the shack the next day, there was a paper bag in his hand. Snape studied it suspiciously as the boy set it down on the end table and slid it…
“Fairy tales say that apples were golden only to refresh the forgotten moment when we found that they were green. They make rivers run with wine only to make us remember, for one wild moment,…
Snape was shivering. For hours, he had been shivering. He hated it. It made him look weak. Not that anyone was watching him, not in this place. But he knew it was so, and…
Smoke rising, fog rising, breath rising. No, no…not again…not waking up to yet another round of sport…no, no, just let it all melt away with the pain… Snape felt the grip of…
“You've been a good and faithful servant, Severus, but only I can live forever." But of course, Snape thought. Nothing new under the veil of night. There is always only one winner, in love and…
Author’s Note: Just a clarification: in spite of what this story may suggest, I like Dumbledore, and I have always been fascinated by the relationship between him and Snape. This is just my interpretation of…
Voldemort had seized control of Hogwarts. Severus Snape had been made headmaster. The Carrows had been installed on the school grounds. Tortures were being carried out daily. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley had fled to…
“No.” “Harry, my boy…” “No, Headmaster.” The young man’s voice was firm. Albus Dumbledore sighed. “Harry, you need…” “Don’t you dare, don’t you dare tell me what I need,” Harry suddenly hissed, his voice soft…
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