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Chapter Eight: A little insane
It was in all the papers the following morning. Even The Quibbler carried an article, although its view was, as always, slightly skewed. Harry had left whilst the jury deliberated, not knowing how long they would be, and he was afraid to be in that room if Snape were set free. What would Harry do then?
Harry didn’t want to read what the Prophet had to say, not after their earlier article which had so angered Ron. He knew that paper would have sensationalised the outcome, like it had sensationalised all the other aspects of the case. He had read the Prophet’s articles, but today, he just couldn’t take their pompous indignation and hypocritical sensationalism, so he turned to The Quibbler.
THE VERDICT
As readers of this paper already know, Severus Snape has long been waiting his turn in the courtroom. Some of us at The Quibbler were eager for him to do so as we were sure he would reveal the truth about what happened – namely that he acted as he did due to Doxy poisoning. What he had to say was even more dramatic!
Snape has long been a mysterious figure, but at last the reason for his single status was revealed as he himself announced he was in love with Harry Potter! He said his “obsession” began when Potter – who has also had his share of speculation over his love life – turned seventeen. Potter is said to still be recovering from his capture, and he and his friend Ron Weasley are not expected at Hogwarts for some time.
It seems clear to the staff here that Snape is actually suffering from a Trogladyte Induced Addiction. TIA, as it is known, occurs when a person sees another in a new light and is unable to reconcile what he once knew to what is the truth in front of him. Snape showed classic symptoms of the curse, as he had clearly lost weight, had a husky voice, and seemed a little dazed when asked to speak.
Perhaps some on the jury were aware of the condition, and this influenced their verdict. After six hours of deliberation they returned with a split result. Of the twelve members present on the jury eight voted that Severus Snape was to be cleared, and four decided that he was guilty. As the presiding officer had made clear that in this case, a majority verdict could not be accepted, but the forewoman was adamant that the group would never reach a consensus, the Minister had to accept and review his options.
The Minister returned the view that the case against Snape was 'Not proven'. This, in effect, means that whilst he is exonerated, he has not been completely cleared – much like a similar case only last year in Bulgaria when Owen the Odd was accused of beating his neighbour’s dragon over the head with a turnip – and as such will not serve time in Azkaban, but will be expected to fulfil certain conditions for the rest of his life to ensure he is not a danger to anyone else.
Just where he will be allowed to live is still open to speculation. His home has been destroyed by angry supporters of Harry Potter, meaning he has few choices if he is to avoid being attacked by those who feel he escaped his just desserts.
It could be that the jury knew this when it came to its decision. Or it could have been Snape's own words that affected them as he admitted that a not-guilty verdict would lead to his demise at You-Know-Who's hands.
Harry felt something akin to panic well up in his chest. As he was always beginning to do when his emotions became too much to cope with, he reached for the knife by his side and sliced carefully along his arm. He lapped at the crimson liquid, feeling the delicious throb in his cock. He moaned softly, his voice catching in his throat when he heard a thump at the front door.
A nearby jumper was quickly tugged on to hide his wound, and the line still showing on his hand was hidden by being stuck into a pocket before he moved cautiously to the door. The location of Grimmauld Place was still known only to a few.
Peering through the peek hole he recognised Hermione’s bushy hair. He felt vague disappointment and wondered who he had wanted to appear. A name swam up to the forefront of his mind, but he forced it away – he did not yearn for Snape.
“Harry?” her voice was low and urgent, “I wanted to check you were okay. Can I come in?”
It took him only a few seconds to unlock the door and open it. He knew that Snape hadn't given up the location to the Death Eaters, and although Hermione had, so many weeks without him there seemed to have made them stop looking. He also had the sneaking suspicion that some Order members had cast more protective spells to help conceal him. Now, his friend slid through the tiny gap and into the hall.
“How do you feel? A - about the verdict?” She was twisting her hands into her coat, eyes a little frantic and very scared. Whether for him or about him, Harry couldn't have said.
He shrugged, aware of fluid sluggishly trickling down his arm and the pulsing heat between his legs. “I don’t know. I haven’t had time to think about it.”
He led the way, not into the sitting room, which still had its blood stained knife on show, but instead to the kitchen. He busied himself making a pot of tea whilst she settled herself and rattled questions at him.
“Do you think he’ll be kept somewhere under ministry guard? How will they monitor him if they don’t? Do you think he got off too lightly?”
Harry suddenly longed for the silence of his house. He understood that Hermione meant well, but he was so used to his own company now. It made him want to grab his wound and make it hurt, anything to have some sensation of control back. His fingers twitched but he resisted, worried the blood might seep through. The last thing he needed was Hermione on a crusade.
“I think he’ll end up at Hogwarts,” he replied, voice a little hoarse at the thought. “The grounds are certainly big enough for a man to hide there, and the magic protecting the castle will protect him too.”
“Oh no!” she sounded dismayed, “No, not when one day you’ll be going back there to finish your education. Won’t you?” she added, a dangerous quality in her voice.
Again Harry shrugged. As if any of that mattered?! The whole wizarding world knew he had bent over for Snape and willingly taken the other man's usage of him. He hardly thought the school would welcome such a notorious person back, and anyway, did he want to go? Exams and qualifications seemed so unimportant.
Silence fell. Hermione seemed to have nothing more to say, and Harry rather liked the quiet. It reminded him of being in the dungeon with Snape. When he wasn't being made to come so hard he screamed, Snape had liked him to be quiet.
“Ron seems a little better,” she offered carefully, after the silence had gone on for over three minutes.
“Oh.” Harry’s voice could not have been less enthused.
“I’m sure he’s sorry about what he said,” she began.
“Are you? I’m not.” Harry felt anger well up in him, and let it consume him, it felt so good to feel something other than pain and anguish and self-loathing, “I think he meant every word, Hermione.”
She chewed on her lower lip, wanting to deny what he had said, but too honest to be able to do so. There was so much wrong between Ron and Harry, so many things that had festered in Ron's heart. Even exorcising his demons by destroying the horcrux hadn't been enough.
“He … just … oh Harry, he was hurt so badly by Malfoy.” Hermione’s eyes were filled with tears, “I – I know you were hurt too, but he was tortured. All the time you were with Snape, Malfoy was torturing him. He had to stand in a room with sharp spears and knives sticking out of the walls. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything. He told me he wet himself cos he couldn’t hold it in any longer, and had to just stand there, it trickling down his leg, never knowing if he would ever be let out. And that was one thing he did tell me. He won’t share the rest.”
Harry was sorry for her, he really was, but his next words were still cutting. “Last time I checked, Malfoy was locked away for what he did. Snape’s out there. He's exonerated. He's no rapist as I wanted him to fuck me. Everyone knows that. Can you imagine what that's like? The whole world knows that I begged for Snape to fuck me! I wanted him to hurt and humiliate me. Try telling that to Ron.”
She bit back a sob. “Harry, please. He needs a friend.”
“Then you be it!” he snapped.
“You need one too.”
“I don’t. I’m coping just fine.”
After that, Hermione realised that Harry wasn’t going to make the first step towards healing the rift between him and Ron. She changed the subject and asked if he were going to destroy the final horcruxes. Harry gave her another shrug, not caring in the least about the damned things.
“I did hear,” she said, “that You-Know-Who's snake was killed when they attacked Malfoy Manor, so that'll be another one down. And, I told you I heard Bellatrix talking about something important in her vault? Well, I managed to sneak in – don't ask me how as I nearly died doing it – and destroy it. It was a cup belonging to Helga Hufflepuff. So, that's two more gone. There aren't many left now, right?”
Harry almost felt a twinge of interest in the quest. “No, just an item belonging to either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, and then the bit left inside Snake Face himself.” He felt his interest waning quickly. He just didn't care about all this stuff any more.
After a long silence, Hermione stood, thanked him for the tea, and left.
Thank god! he thought as he rolled up his sleeve and reached into the kitchen drawer for a knife.
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