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A Marriage of Convenience	By : NinaSweets Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 158902 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 44
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I don’t know if you all follow my twitter but I am in Europe right now! It’s been absolutely amazing so far. I’m typing this in my hotel room in France having returned from a long day at Disneyland. It’s so unbelievable that I’m actually here I can’t actually function right now haha. I’m sorry if the chapter is very odd but I wrote half of it at home and the rest on the run between hotels and sightseeing. Anyway a big, big thanks to my reviewers, DhampirParadox, starr, anon, Severus1snape, delia_cerrano, higashi, SlythindorMalfoy (awesome name btw), cullengal101, Jan, jules3677, Sablesilverrain and Lumcer. Thanks so much you lovely people and now on with the chapter.

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Harry was completely and utterly mortified. Hermione was beside him with that ‘I told you so’ look on her face while trying not to actually act like it. She couldn’t help herself though. It wasn’t Harry’s fault though so she barely managed to hold it inside herself and not say it aloud.
Somehow the story of his ‘miscarriage’ had made its way into the paper. The Ministry was in very big trouble. Their plan to mess around with Harry was backfiring badly at them. Any sort of slanderous comment about his mental state regarding Voldemort was met with heated arguments in the public opinion page. It was nice that for once the public wasn’t condemning him but Harry felt all wrong and twisted up inside about lying. Of course he lied but never about something like that. It felt wrong and Harry was used to trusting his gut. If it felt wrong it was wrong.
Harry sighed and escaped from the Great Hall, it had been over a week since that awful headline and still every day the Daily Prophet managed to slip in some mention about it somewhere. He was almost longing for the days when they’d been helping the Ministry slander him. Harry hated the pity rolling in from everyone; he’d take thinly veiled contempt any day.
It was already the beginning of October and Harry’s plan to be ordinary was out the damn window. Snape was a bastard as usual but on top of that he was having almost nightly visions from Voldemort interrupting his sleep and as a result his magic was going wonky, so was really struggling in class. Also his favourite class Defence Against the Dark Arts was being completely ruined by the new teacher, Professor Delores Umbridge. She was a Ministry puppet who was quite keen to make his life miserable. He was fairing a little better in her class then Cedric Diggory, who had been forced to repeat his seventh year due to missing his NEWTs with his arrest. Cedric didn’t have a fake miscarriage to protect him from the scorn and the hate. Every time Umbridge started on Harry in class Ron would puff up and yell at her reminding her of Harry’s delicate condition knowing full well it was a lie.
“It’s a perfect excuse to get her to back off, take it,” Ron kept insisting.
Hermione was with Harry though and thought it was completely disgusting to hide behind such a lie.
Of course word had spread Harry had moved back to Gryffindor tower and that wound up in the bloody paper as well! Then there was more sympathy, women he didn’t even know were sending him kind words and encouraging letters. One woman explained she knew exactly how he was feeling as she had lost her child and couldn’t stand the sight of her husband but eventually realised he was probably the only person who would truly understand as he had lost exactly what she had. She told him that a grief counsellor saved their marriage and enclosed a business card telling him to give the guy a go.
Harry hated it. He also hated he couldn’t go complain to Snape about it. He felt like he should be able to because it was all the man’s fault but Hermione shook her head ‘no’ every time he spoke of doing so.
Snape handled it all in his usual way, throwing things at students who dared speak about it in his presence and handing out dozens of detentions.
Harry had potions that morning so after leaving the Great Hall in disgust after seeing another Daily Prophet article about him he set himself down outside the potions classroom. Hermione and Ron followed not long after, Ron carrying a small stack of toast and happily munching on it as he sat beside Harry on the ground.
“I just wish people would stop talking about me,” Harry sighed and Ron laughed.
“Yeah like that’ll happen,” Ron said and Harry glared at him. “Sorry.”
“Aren’t there Quidditch players they can gossip about instead?” Harry went on.
“Oh all that’s in Witch Weekly,” Hermione said
“Then why am I in the newspaper? Why can’t I be in Witch Weekly? At least then I wouldn’t read it. I wouldn’t even know about it half the time.”
“Hey Harry!”
Harry turned at the sound of his name surprised to find Cedric Diggory strolling toward him.
Harry stood up to face the older boy but of course he may as well have stayed seated considering it didn’t make a bit of difference.
“Hey, er... how are you doing?” Harry asked politely.
“I’m okay. I just wanted to talk to you,” Cedric said glancing at Ron and Hermione who politely averted their gazes.
“Sure,” Harry said easily.
“I couldn’t help but notice the papers giving you a bit of a rough time,” Cedric said and Harry shrugged.
“Oh well – you’ve got it worse. How is it, being back here?”
“It’s odd; my friends won’t talk to me and Umbridge is after me so I spend most of my free time in detention. Your brothers are very nice to me though,” Cedric said nodding to Ron.
Nice was not how Ron would describe Fred and George, gits who enjoyed pranking their little brother too much, was more how Ron would describe them.
“Anyway, I find I actually have a detention free Saturday coming up and it’s also a Hogsmeade weekend so I was wondering if we could go together,” Cedric said startling Harry.
“What?”
“Hogsmeade,” Cedric repeated.
“What?” Harry repeated.
“There are just not a lot of openly gay students in the school and as I’ve been accused of murder my options are limited. Plus your single now from what I hear, you’re very nice and you’ve got a spectacular arse,”
Harry had to stop himself from looking at his own arse and simply blinked at Cedric.
“I... er... I don’t know if-” Harry stopped himself. He didn’t know if he really was gay or if Snape was the only exception. The whole point of them taking a break was for him to find out right?
“Er, sure, sure I’d like that,” Harry said nodding. Cedric smiled and leant forward to plant a kiss on Harry’s cheek.
“DIGGORY!”
Harry jumped and leapt away from Cedric faster then he’d ever moved. Harry had time to notice most of the fifth year Slytherin’s and Gryffindors had arrived for potions. The Slytherin’s looked particularly excited as their eyes switched between Cedric and their fuming head of house.
Snape was glaring at the Hufflepuff who simply looked back with a polite smile.
“What are you doing here?!” Snape barked, “Although your actions dictate you are fairly stupid I’m sure you haven’t been pushed back so far as to repeat your fifth year!”
“No sir,”
“Then why are you standing with my fifth year students?”
“I have a free period,”
“Then perhaps you should go study, wouldn’t want to have to repeat your NEWTs a third time.” Snape’s eyes promised pain but Cedric wasn’t scared. He turned to Harry and gave him a very sweet smile.
“I’ll pick you up outside your common room at ten on Saturday,” Cedric said and Harry nodded.
Cedric smiled at the crowd of gathered fifth years before heading off up the corridor.
“IN!” Snape roared to the gathered class. There was a mad scramble past him to get into the classroom as quickly as possible. Snape was completely brutal. Neville was so nervous his cauldron blew up in his face burning it terribly. Harry took the opportunity to walk Neville up to the hospital wing as the poor clumsy boy whimpered in pain.
“Harry,” Neville said stopping them just before they went through the double doors to the hospital wing.
“Please start dating Snape again; he’s been more awful than ever, if that’s at all possible,”
“I’m done running after him, he knows where to find me,” Harry said hotly. Neville lowered his head and Harry sighed ushering him into the care of Madame Pomfrey.
“Mr Potter,”
Harry turned to find Professor Umbridge standing behind him. She was wearing an awful knit pink dress with matching shawl around her shoulders. She reminded Harry of a toad, a dirty icky toad he wanted to squish with his foot. She set his teeth on edge and gave him very bad vibes. He had made it a little mission to never be alone with her, she would try something he could just sense it.
“Professor Umbridge,” Harry replied politely.
“Why aren’t you in class?” she asked
“Oh, Neville Longbottom’s cauldron blew up and he got injured so Professor Snape asked me to take him to the hospital wing,”
“Professor Snape? Are you always so formal with the man you supposedly love?”
“Well what do you call your husband?” Harry asked and she glared.
“I’m not married,” she replied. That’s a shocker.
“How come? I mean it’s not like it’s very difficult, I managed,” Harry said.
“I think a detention is in order for you Mr Potter, you need to learn some manners. Saturday afternoon I think,” Umbridge said and gave him a sickly sweet smile. Harry just nodded and trudged back to class. If he didn’t know better he would be sure Snape and Umbridge were working together to make sure he couldn’t date.
His days blurred and his whole being burned. He couldn’t sleep well, Voldemort wanted something badly and it was leaking over into Harry through his scar, his detention with Umbridge was awful and he earned himself another one during it and Snape was a complete arse. Harry had known the last one for a while but between Voldemort and Umbridge he was feeling thoroughly miserable.
His left hand was itchy and red because of his detentions, Umbridge had him write lines but the ink was his own blood. The words ‘I will learn my manners,’ were carved into his hand with every line he wrote. After several detentions the words weren’t going away as quickly as they had at the start.
His forehead was red and itchy because of his scar and he’d taken to rubbing it in sheer frustration which irritated it more and made it more red and itchy.
That made him irritable so he was snapping at his teachers in class which earned him more detentions and Snape took far too much pleasure in reassigning his to Umbridge.
It was nearly the Christmas holidays when Harry finally got to go on his date with Cedric.
The young man was waiting outside the Gryffindor common room in his heavy winter cloak and Hufflepuff scarf.
“Hi,” Harry greeted nervously.
“Hello,” Cedric said
“Sorry I had to keep postponing,”
“Don’t worry about it. We can go now,” Cedric smiled and offered his arm to Harry. Harry couldn’t help but smile back and happily linked their arms together.
“So what did you want to do?” Cedric asked as they headed down the stairs through the castle.
“Oh, I’m happy with anything,”
“That’s helpful,” Cedric laughed and Harry shrugged.
“Sorry, I don’t really know what to do on a date,”
“Snape never took you on a date?”
“Well we had dinner once. That was an official date, I mean we’ve eaten dinner together a few times but that was the only time it was actually a date,” Harry babbled quickly.
“We can get some food, we can just do some shopping together or go get a coffee or tea or something, what sounds good?”
“It’s only twenty past ten it seems a little early for lunch. Maybe just walking and talking?” Harry offered.
“Sounds good.”
So they set off together, huddling quite close against the heavy winter chill. The snow was falling thick and fast by the time they made it to Hogsmeade’s centre.
“Shall we have a quick butterbeer to warm up?” Cedric suggested and Harry nodded eagerly. Cedric held open the door to the Three Broomsticks pub for Harry and followed him over to a table. Harry found a corner booth and slid into the seat as Cedric went to order their drinks. He had laughed off Harry’s offer to pay and told him to find them a seat.
Cedric returned quickly with their drinks and then slid into the booth right beside Harry.
“Cosy,” Cedric said and Harry laughed taking a nervous sip of his butterbeer.
“So what do your parents do?” Harry asked quietly.
“Ministry employees, dad works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Mum is the secretary for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement head Amelia Bones. What do your aunt and uncle do?”
“My aunt is a house wife and my uncle is an executive at a drill company,” Harry replied.
“What’s a drill?” Cedric asked.
So Harry explained about drills which led to construction tools and so on for a good hour and half. Harry finally expended his knowledge on the subject and finished with a small sigh watching Cedric carefully.
“Sorry, I just like hearing you talk,” Cedric said and Harry ducked his head a little.
“Shall I read you Hogwarts: A History?” Harry offered and Cedric laughed.
“I’d love you too. I’d ask you to read everything to me from now on but I’m afraid I’d get distracted and wouldn’t learn a thing,”
“So you didn’t hear a word of what I just explained?”
“Oh bits and pieces but my mind kept wandering to all the lovely things I’d like to do with you.”
Harry gave a nervous laugh which was cut off by Cedric kissing him. Harry completely froze. Of course he had only ever kissed Snape so kissing someone else was very odd. Harry frowned slightly as Cedric deepened the kiss. It was a very nice kiss but it didn’t seem to feel the same as Snape’s kisses did. His brain was functioning quite well, too well as he was now over analysing this kiss. His brain couldn’t form a thought for a minute or so after Snape’s kisses.
“Potter!”
Harry and Cedric broke apart and Harry sighed when he saw Snape glaring at him.
“Did you follow us?” Harry asked angrily and Snape’s glare hardened.
“I am chaperoning the trip. I came in for a drink and saw you in the corner and came to deliver a message.” Snape snapped. “Detention for your cheek Potter and one Mr Diggory for your tongue, should I want to see that particular appendage as I enjoy my drink I shall ask for it. Keep it in your mouth in future.”
“What’s the message?” Harry asked and Snape raised an eyebrow. “Professor,” he added snottily. Snape let it slide.
“Dumbledore wishes you to continue your remedial potions lessons with me. I think after your detention with Professor Umbridge this Friday will be an excellent time as you have no need to be up early Saturday morning,” Snape said and gave him a nasty smirk before walking away.
Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to Cedric who was smiling softly.
“Well, talk about horrible exes; I’ve got my work cut out for me.” Harry offered a small smile but didn’t say anything. He was worried about his detention. If he had to go to Umbridge first his hand would be all raw from those pens and he’d scratch it. Snape would surely notice. He didn’t want that at all.

Harry gingerly bandaged up his hand as he made his way down to the dungeons. Just as he suspected the more detentions he served with Umbridge the less chance his hand had of healing.
The woman had simply smiled her evil little smile as blood had seeped from his hand all over her pink frilly tea cosy on the desk. He hoped his Occlumency lesson with Snape wasn’t too tiring he couldn’t afford to bleed through his bandage.
Harry quietly made his way down to the dungeons, it was still twenty minutes to curfew but Filch would probably be patrolling hoping to catch someone out three seconds after curfew and give them numerous detentions.
Finally Harry reached Snape’s office and miserably knocked on the door. It was flung open almost immediately and Snape scowled at him.
“You’re late,”
“Sorry I didn’t realise detentions had time limits, I was under the impression the student left when they were dismissed,” Harry said and Snape raised an eyebrow.
“Snarky tonight are we?”
“Well detentions don’t put anyone in the best mood do they?” Harry retorted and sat down before Snape’s desk.
Snape shut the door with a snap and came around to lean against the desk beside Harry.
“More Occlumency?” Harry asked looking up at the man.
“Yes among other things,”
“Other things?” Harry asked.
“Some duelling techniques. The headmaster is under the impression that you may need special tutoring. One does not learn how to defeat a Dark Lord from a text book.”
“You’re going to teach me how to duel? I already know how to,”
“Yes, the disarming charm is really all you’ll need, off you go then.”
Harry remained where he was staring at Snape. Snape stared back patiently.
“I suppose,” Harry started reluctantly, “I could use some help.”
Snape kept staring and Harry frowned in confusion.
“Well I don’t want to teach someone who doesn’t want to learn,”
“You do it every day in class,” Harry pointed out.
“So I don’t want to have to do it my free time,” Snape said folding his arms over his chest and Harry blinked.
“Are you going to make me beg you for something I don’t really want to do and Dumbledore has ordered you to do?” Harry asked.
“Yes,”
“I won’t.”
“All right.”
They settled into silence and Harry rolled his eyes slumping in his seat. Everything had to be so difficult with Snape.
“Legilimens,”
Harry was knocked out his chair with the force of the spell. He hit the ground with a thud but was so lost in his memories it didn’t even register to him.
Cedric had walked him back to the Gryffindor common room and went to kiss him goodbye. Harry couldn’t help but remember their kiss in the Three Broomsticks. It had been too wet and he kind of rolled his jaw a lot. It was odd. Harry ducked the kiss and made a hasty retreat into the common room.
Ron was leaning over trying to copy his notes but an angry jab in his side from Hermione had him quickly sitting upright. Harry threw Hermione a grateful smile.
Harry sat in potions glaring at the back of Snape’s head. How did the man manage to act so indifferent toward him? They’d shared a bed for the past several months. He made this look so easy. Bastard.
Another owl fluttered before him with condolences on his fake miscarriage. Harry felt a horrible wave of guilt wash through him as he accepted the card.
Snape finally released the spell and Harry lay gasping on the cold stone floor. He slowly pushed himself up and glared at Snape who stared back at him blankly.
“So Mr Diggory’s tongue isn’t quite as talented at the rumour mill believes,” Snape said and Harry groaned.
“That was a private thought,” Harry muttered.
“You don’t have private thoughts with me Potter. When one is learning Occlumency and Legilimency you become very close to your instructor.”
“Who taught you?”
“The Dark Lord. I’m sure if he knew how I really used the gifts he shared with me I would be killed instantly. Luckily he is quite full of himself and believes that this particular student had no hope of surpassing his teacher,”
“Well maybe one day I’ll surpass you,”
“I doubt it. Your magic is too winsome; it’s why you struggle to force me from your mind. You can be taught, obviously, anyone can but it will be difficult.”
“I have winsome magic?” Harry asked frowning.
“Yes, it’s why we have managed to get along, your magic compliments mine.”
“I wouldn’t call what we have getting along.”
“We still have clashing personalities. That won’t ever change. Magic is different.”
Harry raised his eyebrows and sat back down in the chair. Snape stopped him and pulled him up standing him beside the desk. Harry watched as Snape vanished the furniture in the room with a simple flick from his wand.
“As you have yet to sort out your feelings of disgust and horror at Diggory’s abysmal kissing techniques every time I enter your thoughts I will be confronted with those. Contrary to what you believe I do not get off on it or enjoy it in any way. Frankly I find it as disgusting as you do,”
“Thanks,” Harry mumbled.
“We shall duel instead.”
Oh that was loads better, Harry thought but didn’t dare push his luck.
Snape stood stone still his wand held loosely in his hand and stared at Harry. Harry squared his shoulders and gripped his wand tightly. It became apparent that Snape was not going to make the first move so Harry did.
“Expelliarmus” Harry shouted. Snape blocked it easily and frowned.
“Legilimens!”
“Ah!” Harry cried. Snape was flitting through memories so fast Harry was sent crashing into the shelves.
-Lily Potter screamed loudly and there was a flash of green light before a deafening silence.
-Professor Quirrell was slowly unwrapping his turban to reveal a face on the back of his head.
“Better to join me and save yourself,” the face hissed and eleven year old Harry was wildly shaking his head.
-A handsome young boy strode forward carelessly stepping over Ginny Weasley’s prone form. He wrote quickly with his wand spelling in the air Tom Marvolo Riddle. With a simple flick the letters rearranged themselves. I am Lord Voldemort.
-The cauldron began to bubble with the fire lit underneath it, sparking sharply as it grew to a boil.
Wormtail leant down to pick up the bundle of cloth in front of him and Harry gasped catching sight of the creature within. There was no other way to describe the skeletal being; it was hairless and scaly with blood red eyes and a snake’s face.
Voldemort.
Wormtail dropped the creature in the bubbling mixture which hissed and spat sharp sparks in every direction.
There was a loud clang as the thing hit the bottom of the cauldron.
-The cauldron bubbled, sparks flying the colour going from a bright red to a blinding white. Smoke came billowing out of the cauldron and in its shadow Harry could see something.
No
No
No
No!
A tall skeletal figure stood slowly. The smoke was clearing. The man was tall and thin, long legs easily stepping over the cauldrons edge. He stalked toward Harry his pale white skin was sickly translucent and his face was sharp, his slit nostrils breathed in deeply. The eyes snapped open and bright red was staring into endless green.
Lord Voldemort was back.
Harry’s breath was stuck in his throat and he didn’t dare move an inch while under that intense gaze.
Voldemort turned away from him sharply. His eyes turned instead to study his new body. He held out his hands in front of himself wriggling his long fingers carefully. The hands then turned to touch his face and head studying his own features with a passing brush. They moved down to his arms and across his pale thin chest tracing the ribs protruding on his thin form.
Harry really didn’t need to see Voldemort exploring the rest of himself especially not the lower parts. Nope!
It was time to go!
Now!
Harry startled to struggle once again, working instead on trying to pull his legs free so he could at least kick out.
He couldn’t think right, he was shaking, his hands were slippery. He was scared. Very scared and it was horrifying which was making it worse. He wanted to cry but that wouldn’t help anyone especially himself.
Voldemort was speaking and Harry’s heart froze at the sound. It gave a shuddering stop and skipped leaving Harry’s chest burning and he gasped.
“Your arm Wormtail,” Voldemort ordered.
His voice was so cold it felt like ice in Harry’s heart. He could almost hear his mother’s voice again, screaming in his ears begging and pleading for his life. She wasn’t here now though and Harry knew it would take some kind of miracle to get out of this alive.
Time slipped randomly back and forth as Snape searched. He was looking for something on this night, the night of Voldemort’s return.
-“So Harry,” Voldemort said softly tracing his fingers down Harry’s face. Harry pulled away with a cry and wound up smacking his head right into the angels face. He slumped forward with a whimper and all Voldemort did was continue to touch.
“Harry,” Voldemort repeated ignoring Harry’s stupid actions. He reached down to Harry’s left hand and bent down to examine the ring on his finger. Harry tried to hide it away but that was as useless as pulling away had been.
“So it’s true,” Voldemort said and stood up straighter to stare at Harry. His head was tilted a little to side as his eyes studied Harry’s face like he was some kind of interesting creature in the zoo and not a boy he’d tried to kill numerous times.
“Has he fucked you yet?” Voldemort asked and the Death Eaters all sniggered.
“No, he’s too big actually,” Harry snapped with a pointed look at Voldemort’s crotch.
Harry hated having to relive this night and tried to fight Snape back out of his mind but Snape pushed forward. Harry was sent smashing into the shelves again by the force of it.
- The angel suddenly released Harry and he fell forward, his legs freed from their roped prison as well.
“He’ll never get the chance now,” Voldemort said and turned. He walked a short way away and then turned back to face Harry.
“Let’s duel Harry, you do know how yes?” Voldemort asked, “Pick up your wand,”
Harry grabbed his wand from where he’d dropped it after the angel grabbed him. He stood slowly and stared at Voldemort.
“Now we bow,” Voldemort said and did a very low graceful bow. Like a gentleman inviting a lady for a dance, not like a crazed murderer about to kill him.
“Bow Harry,” Voldemort said, Harry lowered his head slightly like he did with Buckbeak, never taking his eyes away from the red ones that watched him.
Voldemort fired first and Harry did a very spectacular dive out of the way. He heard the angel explode behind him.
He scrambled up watching as Voldemort stalked toward him. He stepped back as Voldemort approached and headed right as Voldemort did so there was always the same distance in between them. It was an odd dance, with one of them firing off a spell only rarely. Harry couldn’t block so he would have to dive out of the way but Voldemort easily deflected his spells.
He was graceful he was fluid, confident and intelligent. He struck with precision not bothering to play about, this was going to end. Tonight.
“Avada Kedavra!”
The spell seemed to move in slow motion and Harry gasped. It wouldn’t end like this, it couldn’t.
“Expelliarmus!” Harry panicked and hoped against all hope this spell would save him.
Snape pulled out and Harry fell forward. Harry gasped as his knees slammed into the stone floor of Snape’s office. He felt sick, so full of rage and hatred for the man before him it made him physically ill.
“How dare you!” Harry managed to choke out.
Snape stepped forward and crouched down at Harry’s eye level.
“Every encounter you’ve had with the Dark Lord he mentions your similarities. He attacked your parents because he saw himself in you, another half-blood born from a powerful wizarding family line and a Muggle. You even look similar, though the Dark Lords eyes were blue in his youth they burn with that same yearning that yours do now. The yearning, that no matter what either of you do always burns. His eyes burn with the search for power, on his ceaseless quest for immortality, the desire to show everyone who ever said a bad word against them and make them all suffer for their indifference to his brilliance. Your eyes yearn as his do, for what you, like he, were always denied, love, acceptance, tolerance. The desire to be nothing more and nothing less than exactly what you are. He’s never going to get it and neither are you because of the one very important difference between you. You won’t change. You refuse to change. The Dark Lord tried to kill you. He threw the killing curse at you like it was a levitating charm. Your immediate response was to disarm him. Do you think that the Dark Lord without his wand is any less a threat then he is with one?”
Harry sat back and stared at Snape. His eyes were as black as ever and Harry let himself fall into them for a few moments drifting happily through the nothingness.
“You had no right to attack my mind like that. I don’t ever want to think about that night or any other time I’ve come up against him. I certainly don’t want to have to relive it every lesson we have.”
“You know police officers are allowed to carry guns. They are brave and responsible men and women trusted with the responsibility of taking away people’s lives if they’re a threat to those around them. Our world we hand those weapons to eleven year olds. We teach them pretty fireworks and charms to float things and turn things into something different. We simply hope they never work out how to use them as a weapon like a gun. We hope they never need to. If they ever do work that out do you know what our Aurors, our police officers are taught?” Snape asked and Harry frowned. “If someone is going to shoot to kill you make bloody well sure that you shoot first.”
“I don’t think I can,” Harry said honestly.
“I’ll have that put on your tombstone. I will put you next to your equally foolish parents who tried to get through a war protecting their nobility too.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being noble.”
“Of course not,” Snape said simply, “the noble always win don’t they, live long happy lives with their perfect castles upheld with just and righteous leaders. Our great Kings and Queens all ascended to the thrown with perfect grace and nobility didn’t they? Why even Dumbledore earned the admiration and respect of his peers in a completely noble and honourable way."
Harry glared at him and Snape pulled back standing to his full height. He looked down his nose at Harry curled up on the floor.
“History was written by winners Potter, not the noble or the just.”
“Slytherins” Harry said and Snape inclined his head.
“The world isn’t just Gryffindor and Slytherins Potter. Some Slytherins are good and some Gryffindors are bad. Choices Potter, it’s all about choices.”
Harry looked down at the floor processing Snape’s words.
“Come and find me when you’ve made your choice.” Snape said and disappeared through the door to his chambers leaving Harry on the cold office floor.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I’ll see you guys next time. Don’t forget to tell me your thoughts, I love hearing from you all, Nina.
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