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Harry Potter Always Had His Way	By : PeanutButterJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Harry Potter Always had his way…

Rating: T

Pairings: SSHP

Spoilers: Yeah, most stories give away spoilers to all of the books now a days, really…especially HBP! So if you really don’t want to know what’s going to happen in the sixth book I recommend not reading ANY stories until you do…I figured it out the ending because I read a story that didn’t have a proper spoiler warning, just to let you all know. The whole experience was ruined. And alas, I’m grumpy about it.

Disclaimer: If I owned any fraction of the Harry Potter magic, I surely wouldn’t be sitting here writing stories about it, would I? All of the credit goes to Rowling…I’m just bored, and poor.

Summary: One-Shot. Just a probably un-unique view into how Snape and Harry are coping, if you could call it that, really.

A/N: I’ve been having a bit of mental constipation, so to speak. Let’s just say any ideas haven’t been flowing the best and the LOTR story and "Magic You May Have Missed" I’ve been working on are suffering greatly. This came to me while I was half-asleep, and though I am disappointed it wasn’t an idea to my other stories, I felt inclined to write in, non-the-less. Enjoy?
Harry Potter had always had his way with everyone in the Wizarding World…everyone except Severus Snape. They had all looked beyond his wretched and formidable behavior and deemed the stupidity as strength and courage. Whenever something went awry, he managed to break rules, risk lives, and blindly fumble his way along until the mishap was settled. Just doing his civic duty as savior of the Wizarding World.

And being a savior was easy with everyone doting his every move with unyielding confidence and heedless trust. He had friends that would die for him and a world where people would bend over backwards for him. Even the minister of magic had failed to punish him for a little incident of improper use of magic when staying with the Dursley’s. Harry had blown up his aunt and sent her bobbing about the ceiling like some offensive balloon at a parade. The incident in question was reprimanded with a "Honestly, Harry. People don’t go to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts!"

It was then that those problems seemed so endless and so substantial. And Harry Potter made it look easy to deal with. Those were the days he was so full of energy and life. His green eyes sparkled like a vast, emerald sea behind the overly large, round glasses that everyone was accustomed to seeing on his face. They hinted toward his awkwardness of being thrust into something quite foreign to him. His cheeks were always twinged pink, a rosy sign of emotion that was quick to display itself whenever he was provoked. Severus Snape had seen that rosyness plenty, always pleased when it turned a deeper shade of red accompanied by an astonishing green glare. And his lips were full and soft and always turned up in a smile, pursed in thought...each emblem a beacon of importance.

Thus, his confidence seemed quite strong and his pride even stronger. And though Severus Snape wouldn’t admit it, the boy was almost too intelligent for his own good. Sometimes he never showed it through his studies, but with wisdom and mature understanding. It certainly sufficed to make him very arrogant, strutting about like he didn’t have to answer to anyone. This was how Snape usually found him, out of bed after hours, wandering along the corridor. Harry would sneer and glare up at him, dripping in sarcasm, a constant reminder of how he could have his way with everyone in the Wizarding World…everyone except Severus Snape who retaliated by taking points or giving the boy detention.

But as the years dragged on in clouded uncertainty, Harry longed for the worries of his first year. Any burden seemed light when you had the proverbial weight of the world on your shoulders. All of those small tasks he’d conquered were only stepping-stones to what he was destined for. Now the hardships were taking their toll and he was looking completely drained. The once green eyes were now a dull grayish color, like a shriveled up plant, drooping gloomily in its pot. It just longed for life, but oftentimes it seemed so much easier to anticipate death. They sunk in like two tired holes of wisdom where there should only be flawed bliss. Those large, round glasses sagged on his thin face, slipping off and seemingly out of place. His rosy cheeks were pale and stretched over his jaw. He looked very fragile. And few seemed to care anymore.

Some how, all of their confidence died and they had come to fear and ridicule the boy-who-lived. Any small action, even justifiable, was scrutinized and punished. Whenever something went wrong, it must’ve been his fault. If he tried to warn them of the growing power of the dark lord, he was deemed crazy and was judged and whispered about effectively. His voice was loosing its call and sway. Even through his sacrifices, no merit was awarded.

And sacrifices he had made. The band of friends he had to die for him was dwindling…most of them cashing in that honor. His mentors, his guardians, his teachers, his peers, and his friends all left him one by one until he had no one left. No one to confide in. His problems overwhelming and his spirits low…he was emotionally destroyed. He was alone in a world that hated him.

It was usually at night that Severus found him, crying in a corner of a corridor, draped in his dingy robes, his hallow eyes competely empty. His shoulders now took on a permenant slump of defeat that was a sign of having seen too much at such a young age. His pride was still strong. Sometimes, if someone were to find him, he would pick himself up and walk away. But with Severus, Harry would look up, completely broken and dripping with tears. It was then that Severus would pick the moping boy up into his arms and stroke his pallad cheeks with long, potion stained fingers, willing the tears away. And Harry would cling to him, shuddering into the touch until he felt no emotion.

Then soon they would begin to desperately kiss each other, rubbing and stroking and endlessly seeking a feeling of any kind. Sometimes they saught passion, sometimes they saught happiness, sometimes they just saught pain and sadness, and other times they saught love. But everytime Harry would finally find comfort and Severus would be overwhelmed because the only thing that could get him to feel anything was the scarred shell of Harry Potter. But it was false contentment and everytime Severus would send Harry away, shouting that it was the last time it could ever happen and Harry needed to stop acting like a baby. And Harry would leave, broken once again.

But then Severus would find him in the corridors at night, knees to his chest and his frame shaking with the weight of his sobs. He would be there with his robes, slumping shoulders, and expression of deafeat. And he would look up, completely broken and dripping with tears, a constant reminder of how he never had his way with anyone in the Wizarding World…except Severus Snape.
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