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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" The dark haired wizard raged. Picking up the parchment from his desk, he balled it up and hurled it into the fireplace, watching as the spidery black writing disappeared in the flames. "Fuck." He sighed, rubbing his shaking hand across his aching forehead. Didn't she know how much even thinking about his parents made his head ache? Staring over his shoulder, he gazed longingly at the decanter filled with amber liquid. 'Just a sip." He thought. 'Just one sip will make this pain go away.'

"No." He growled. Burying his fingers in his long black hair, he paced rapidly across his parlor room floor. "No, no, no, no." He chanted under his breath. Seizing the back of a thread bare chair, he swung it violently, shattering it against the wall. Picking up a broken chair leg, he turned, sending lamps and tchotchke's flying. Yelling with rage, he swung the wood like a cricket bat, smashing everything in his path.

"...should have loved me." He roared, smashing a row of picture frames on top of the mantle.

"...never been born!" Plaster and old wallpaper fluttered to the floor from the large hole that now appeared in the wall.

Roaring with rage, he continued to swing the piece of wood, smashing and destroying. Another large hole appeared adjacent to the first one. Spinning on his heel, he held the chair leg high over his head, ready to smash the crystal decanter into a million pieces. He froze, breathing heavily. The amber liquid inside called to him, beckoned him, promised him absolution from all his pain.

"Fuck." He sighed softly, lowering his arms. Turning in a small circle he surveyed the damage he had caused. The wall separating the parlor from the kitchen was nearly gone, pieces of plaster hanging loosely between the studs. He could see straight through to the kitchen in places. Shaking his head, he stooped and began to pick up pieces of broken furniture and plaster.

Stepping off the back stoop he was surprised to see an elderly muggle woman standing in the yard next door, wringing her head anxiously.

"Is everything alright?" She called out as he dumped an armful of debris in the bin.

"I beg your pardon?" He scowled, heading back up the rickety steps.

"I heard a disturbance." She said, glancing at his house and then back at him, her round face worried. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm just doing a bit of remodeling." He said, grabbing the handle of the backdoor. "Sorry if I disturbed you."

"You're Severus aren't you?"

His hand froze on the handle as he turned to stare at her.

"You probably don't remember me." She said, stepping closer to the fence. "But you used to sneak over to my house for a biscuit and a cuddle when you were just a wee tyke. I always wondered what happened to you. I'm Mrs. Harvy." She held her hand out over the fence."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember." He said, stepping across the small yard to shake her hand.

"I didn't think you would." She chuckled. "Like I said, you were just a wee tyke. You couldn't have been more then three or four. It broke my heart when I had t..." She stopped speaking and shook her head. "Doesn't matter now, I suppose." She smiled broadly at him. "Well it's good that your home. This house had been empty far to long."

"It broke your heart when you had to what?" He pressed, his brows furrowed.

"Had to turn you away." She sighed sadly. "But your Mum said she didn't want you over bothering me. Well I told her it was no bother at all, but she wouldn't hear of it. You cried and cried at first. Kept trying to sneak over anyway. Your parents," Her warm, open face turned dark, "your parents had their own way of doing things and who was I to argue? Well I've got to be getting back inside. I've got a cake in the oven." Her face was cheerful. "Pop on over if you need anything or if you just fancy a cuppa."

He nodded distractedly. "Thank you I will." Stepping back inside, he returned to the ruined parlor in long strides, the toe of his boot kicking something across the floor. His long fingers grasped the crystal decanter as he poured out a generous portion. Drinking deeply, he sighed with relief as the warming liquid slid down his throat. With glass in hand, he scanned the floor, trying to locate the object he had kicked. His eyes narrowed as his fingers closed on a small potions bottle filled with sludgy gray liquid. 'Looks like those Ministry bastards missed something.' He chuckled darkly. Placing the bottle in his pants pocket, he took another long drink, closing his eyes as the warmth spread throughout his body.

Warm arms hugged him tightly. He felt happy and safe. A pretty face smiling down at him.

'No Mummy no." His throat hurt from screaming, his eyes burned with tears. Looking up he stared into the angry face of his mother.

THACK, THACK. Pain radiated across his bottom with each strike of her hand. Sharp words punctuated each smack. "Told THACK you to THACK stay THACK away THACK from that THACK woman.

The smiling face sad now, a warm hand holding his, leading to a hole in the fence, pushing him through. "I'm sorry Severus, but you have to go home."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

His father's ugly face. "If you like to hug the boy, why don't you give me a hug." His hand reaching down to grasp his crotch. "Why don't you give this a kiss and a cuddle."

"Uhhnn" He snapped away with a start. His insides aching, his face wet with tears. "Fuck." He sighed, running his hand over his face. Climbing from the bed, he padded down the stairs into the parlor. Pouring himself a drink from the crystal decanter, he sipped it slowly while staring into the cold fireplace.

"So how much did you drink last night?"

It was on his lips to lie and say he hadn't, but she hadn't asked him 'if' he drank, she'd asked him 'how much' he'd drank. Staring into her pale brown eyes, he saw that she already knew the truth.

"I didn't get drunk." He stated, staring back at her.

"Good." A quick note on the parchment. "And the letter to your parents? How did that go?"

He folded his arms across her chest and remained silent, a contemptuous look on his face.

"I can imagine it was rather painful." She frowned sympathetically. "What did you do with the letter when you were done?"

"You are making the assumption I completed your ridiculous assignment?" He sneered.

"Oh I'm not assuming." A small smile turned up the corner's of her mouth. "I know you completed it. You would never leave an assignment undone or incomplete."

"I tossed it in the fire." He growled.

"And did it help?"

"No. It did not." He growled. "I've spent a lifetime trying to lose those memories and now you want me to dredge them all up again. It's absurd."

"What would happen if you sealed a wound without first ensuring it was clean and free of infection?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. "The infection would be trapped inside the body and would eventually spread taking over the entire organism, ultimately leading to death. Are you wanting me to compare my so called feelings to an infection? Rubbish."

"No it isn't." She was leaning forward, her hands pressed against the surface of her desk. "Your feelings are exactly like an infection. And right now you have them sealed so tightly inside of you they can't help but fester. What I am trying to do is to get you to tear open these wounds so we can clean the infection out, because right now it's killing you. Whether you're willing to admit it or not."

He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her.

Staring down at her desk, she wrote slowly across her parchment. "Let's talk about Lily." She raised her eyes and watched his expression carefully.

An angry blackness descended over his countenance. When he spoke, his voice shook with barely controlled rage. "There is nothing more to discuss. I'm sure you have already seen all there is to see."

"Why would you think that?" Her voice was calm.

"Do you take me for a fool?" He shouted, his voice rising. "I'm quite certain Mr. Potter couldn't wait to show everyone my humiliation. I'm sure he threw quite the little soiree. 'Hey everyone, come see the Bat of the Dungeon pour out his soul. Let's laugh at how pathetic he is."

Leaning back in her chair, she folded her arms over her chest. "As far as I know," she said softly, "Harry has never shared your memories with anyone. I know I haven't seen them."

"You lie." He growled under his breath.

"I don't." She sighed heavily. "I have not seen your memories regarding Lily. Severus, there are people you can trust."

The chime sounded, announcing the end of the session, he stood and glared down at her. "I believe you have not viewed them, but perhaps you should. Then you would know that there is no one I can trust. It might save us both some time and aggravation." He turned sharply on his heel and left the room.
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