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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry had worried that the day would drag by, waiting for Severus, but he was wrong. As new and as strange as their relationship had become overnight, as much as he wanted to sit around and daydream about it, there was still the rest of the Wizarding world to deal with. He received a brand new mountain of mail from owls. Figuring it best if he at least look at some of them, Harry started with the previous day's first, separating out those he needed to reply to and simply taking a quick look at any others. It was surprising how many people he actually knew, who were concerned about him. He owled back to Ginny, Hagrid, McGonnagal, and Kingsley right away--particularly Kingsley, who sent him owls both days for both the big stories and to whom he had to explain the whole Severus Snape and him really were an item.
Hermione stopped by again, this time to congratulate him. They laughed and chatted about the day's Daily Prophet, featuring a nice large picture of himself and Snape seated at the restaurant, laughing together--laughing! As if there had never been anything strained between them at all. Hermione said it was brilliant, particularly since the article was not by Rita Skeeter at all. That meant either she'd been too stunned to write, or the Prophet had picked another reporter's angle.
He even had Hermione help him write a few replies, mostly to former classmates of theirs, wanting to know what the truth was. He told her not to lie, but to keep it simple. Of course, she was included in those who wanted more details.
"So you have to tell me what all happened. Was he still, you know? She sat with her pen in hand, poised to write to Lavender Brown, who had proposed to Harry that he could sleep with her and test his theory about whether he was truly bent or not. He'd graciously declined.
He blushed as little as he wrote his own letter to Ginny, trying to explain things. "I'm not going to tell you everything." He chuckled, thinking about the morning and sex in the shower. "But it went really well. I mean really, really well. Yes, he's still grumpy. He complained about the clothes I had him wear. And he's kind of demanding. But he hasn't insulted me once. I think he finally realised what all I went through, and that I'm not my father. He's really . . . protective." The blush deepened, and he couldn't help smiling.
"Well if you think about it, he's been protecting you for much of your life," Hermione reminded him. "I think the fact he was willing to try your idea and actually go out in public with you speaks a great deal. I'm sure he must have had some reservations about that."
"Yeah, he did," Harry said, thinking about it, wondering what Snape was up to at the moment. "He still felt a little nervous this morning. I think he's worried that the Ministry is still going to go after him for being a Death Eater. But I think I was pretty clear to everyone that he wasn't."
Hermione nodded, as she started to write. "Yes, anyone who was at the final battle heard you say that he was always working for Dumbledore. He might be worried about the parents of students at Hogwarts, that year he was headmaster. I mean we all know he had to pretend and all. But he let the Carrows torture students." She shuddered.
Harry hadn't thought of that. What if there was some kind of retaliation? It didn't necessarily have to be the Ministry he had trouble with. "Hm. Since we're already kind of doing the whole public tour thing, maybe I should find a reporter to interview him, get his side of the story, what it was like having to hide and appear to support You Know Who while he was working to defeat him. That might help public support."
"Oh that's brilliant! But I wonder if he'd ever agree to such a thing," Hermione exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. She shrugged, handing her finished letter to Gertie. They'd been bribing the owl with tender bits of meat for all the letters she'd had to deliver today. Still the poor owl looked tired. "You'll just have to work on him on it."
"Yeah," Harry said, smiling a little to himself. He kept finding himself glancing at the clock, checking what time it was. It was weird to admit to himself, but he couldn't wait to see Severus again. "You know, he finally realised how much I hate public attention, being famous. He also kind of apologized for thinking I was a spoiled brat."
"Well he should apologize," Hermione said with a humph. "And he was nice? He's treating you well?"
Harry snorted. "I don't know if he would ever be 'nice.' But he treated me very well." He smiled to himself, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. "He's actually rather funny, once you understand his type of humour."
"I'll take your word for it." Even as thick-headed as Harry was, he could tell Hermione was dubious. Another thought occurred to him--perhaps he should have Severus over while she was here some time, to show her things really were okay. How was he supposed to convince everyone else if his own friends weren't sure?
Harry tried to concentrate back on the letter he was writing, but it was difficult. He didn't want to be writing to Ginny. He wanted to be with Severus, whatever he was doing. Sighing, he set aside the letter.
At that moment a great black owl swooped through the window, dropping a letter with the Minister's official seal. "That'd be Kingsley's reply," Harry said, reaching for the letter immediately. He opened it and began reading. There wasn't much.
Harry, please come see me immediately. --Kingsley Shacklebolt
"I have to go," he told Hermione. "If you could just finish the letter you're working on, we'll work on more tomorrow." They all wanted quick responses, naturally. It just wasn't going to happen.
"Is something wrong?" Hermione sealed her letter and stood up.
It wasn't the most encouraging summons, that was for sure. "I hope so. Thanks for all your help."
Hermione nodded. "Maybe I can see if either Ron or Ginny can help us tomorrow--you could just talk to them then, rather than try to write. I'm sure once they see you, once they figure out that you're still the same you, they'll understand." She waved her hand at him. "Go. I'll let myself out."
"Thanks again," Harry said. He wasn't sure having Ron or Ginny help was a great idea, but it actually would be good to see them. He missed all his friends.
He took just enough time to make sure all the piles were organised, and then Apparated to the Ministry.
Harry knew that showing up at the Ministry would cause an instant stir, and he wasn't disappointed. Luckily, however, he was soon met by a couple of Aurors who quickly dispersed the people who were already starting to ask him questions or beg for his autograph. They escorted him up to Shacklebolt's office, where he found the former Order of Phoenix member poring over a stack of documents. A Pensieve was set up next to him, along with a cabinet holding stacks of vials which must be memories. Each was neatly labeled with the memory date, owner, and also a trial number. Harry assumed this must be for all the Death Eater trials that were still underway.
Kingsley stood up when he saw Harry, smiling, but the smile didn't quite touch his eyes. He did come forward to offer Harry a handshake, however, before sitting back down. "So I read the note you Owled me this morning. I wanted to see your face and hear things directly from you."
That made sense, Harry supposed. If he'd heard Ron or Neville or another of his friends telling him they had started to see Severus Snape, he'd probably want to go talk to them directly too. It was still weird just thinking about it for himself. "Yes, the note is all true, and so was the date. I almost cut my wrist the other night, Kingsley. It was that bad, being outed by Rita Skeeter. And I might have succeeded, except Snape showed up."
He could tell Kingsley was shocked by the silence that met his confession. The man recovered quickly, however, leaning forward with an earnest look on his face. "I didn't realise you were having such trouble, Harry. You should have told someone."
Harry shrugged. "Yeah well, I'd already been struggling a bit, you know, losing friends, breaking up with Ginny, just . . .trying to figure out what to do with myself. How to live, when I really didn't expect to survive. Do you know that I actually had to walk up to Voldemort and let him kill me in order to defeat him? So yeah, feeling a little messed up these days." He couldn't help the bitterness in his tone. "And I really was shocked, first figuring out that I was gay and then being photographed like that. It was too much all at once. So you can thank Snape that I'm actually doing okay now."
"And how did he know you were having this kind of trouble? I'm sorry, Harry--I'm glad he was there, and I understand the fact that you are experiencing new things, exploring and all that. But it seems a little contrived that he should have stepped in so quickly. Surely you can see that." Kingsley paused and reached back to the cabinet, pulling out a vial that Harry recognised at once--the memories the Snape had given him when he lay dying, the ones which he had submitted to the Ministry to make sure Snape received proper credit for being a hero.
"That's simple. He was watching over me, just as he did throughout my time of hiding, when I was destroying Horcruxes. You remember my testimony? He sent the Sword of Gryffindor to me in the forest so that we could destroy one of the Horcruxes. So no, I don't think it's surprising at all, actually." Harry blushed a little, thinking of that first night, the look in Severus's eyes when he'd started talking about his sexual feelings. "I will admit one thing. I think he may have been attracted to me for a while. But believe me, it became mutual real quick."
Kingsley nodded, fiddling with the memories for a moment, before putting them back in the cabinet. "I hope you intend to make some kind of public statement, interview, basically telling people what you just told me. From the outside, this doesn't look really good, Harry. I just want you to be aware of that."
He had been, but this just brought it into a sharper focus. "I'll contact the reporter who did today's article--he seemed pretty decent," Harry said, working things out in his head. Funny how he had suddenly gone from doing nothing to do to insanely busy. He fiddled with a loose thread on his jeans. "Do you think the Ministry will give Snape any trouble? Does he need to make any statements?"
"It would probably be best. I'll be honest--there are people who would like to make a full inquiry into his 'disappearance' as well as his war activities. While it is without question that he aided in the war effort, there are parents of Hogwarts students who are still quite upset about how he allowed notorious Death Eaters to not only teach but torture students." Kingsley paused as a paper airplane swooped into his office, opening up into an inter-office memo. He sighed, reading it over. "And here we are. It seems Snape returned to his residence at 3:04pm this afternoon, and was promptly apprehended by Aurors." He tucked the note into a fold in his robes. "Will you accompany me?"
Harry's heart was pounding as he nodded, quickly following Kingsley. Apprehended? Did that mean what he thought it meant? And if it did, then Snape was going to be in a fowl mood, that was for sure. He kept up step with Kingsley, trying to read the man's face. "Was this on your orders? Or against them?"
They stepped into an elevator and began to plunge to the depths of the Ministry. "I did want him to come in for questioning. The man has an enormous wealth of information--names of Death Eaters, witnessing of multiple crimes and events. He could be a key component in several of our ongoing investigations." Kingsley groaned. "Perhaps I wasn't specific enough in my orders." Harry nearly fell over as the elevator abruptly stopped. "Either that, or as I told you earlier, he has gained a new enemy or two."
The doors opened, and Harry stepped out to enter the Ministry's version of a dungeon--the holding cells where the accused waited to stand trial.
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