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The Fallen	By : ssjrice Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 2400 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-The Fallen
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 1
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A/N: Okay� so this chapter is really light for most of the rest of the story. It gets really dark, angsty, and tragic, so if you don�t like that I warn you to leave now. This chapter isn�t any of those things, but trust me, it�s coming. And yeah, this is eventually a Snarry.

Summary: It all started with the usual insult. Then into a ferocious battle of wits. Soon enough, it bloomed into a dark and timid romance that ended in a tragic victory and a defeat that would bring the entire world to its knees. Snape/Harry

Disclaimer: I don�t own it� duh.

Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Fallen

�Pathetic Potter,� Snape�s silky voice purred as he glared down into Harry�s potion, a sneer stretching mockingly on his face. �You fail.�
Harry was outraged. �What!� he barked, standing up heatedly, �What do you mean I fail?�

Snape�s sneer turned to a scowl. �I mean you fail, you didn�t pass, you get a �F�. Now you don�t even know plain English? Merlin, Potter�s actually managing to get even more idiotic as time goes on.� The Slytherins snickered and Harry felt his face grow hot. He balled his fists tightly and grit his teeth in order to calm down. Bursting out in the middle of class would do him no good. It�s not as if Snape would listen anyway. No. Harry sat down. He had a better idea.

Harry took out a piece of parchment and began to write furiously. So furiously, in fact, that Ron scooted away a few inches and Hermoine furrowed her brows worriedly. �Harry,� she asked carefully.

Harry did not look up, but continued to write fervently as he bit his lip in concentration.

She tried again. �Harry?�

Harry�s head shot up suddenly, making Ron jump so high that he toppled off his chair and landed on the cold stone floor with a loud thump. Malfoy chuckled and high-fived Goyle. Ron blushed madly and scrambled back into his chair. Snape merely rolled his eyes from his desk up at the front of the room and spoke in an annoyed, I-Can�t-Bloody-Stand-Gryffindors voice, �Graceful as ever, Weasley. If you don�t mind, quit distracting my class and get back to work. That goes for the rest of you as well. I don�t want to hear another peep out you. Write your papers. They are due at the end of class; if or if not you complete them. And Mr. Malfoy, cease that audacious giggling at once or I leave you to the Headmaster.� Malfoy stopped at once, turning quickly to his parchment. Seemingly content for the moment, Snape turned back to grading silently.

Ron scowled angrily, crossing his arms in embarrassment.

�What are you writing Harry?� Hermoine whispered. Harry was still scribbling intensively on the parchment before him, entranced in his work. He mumbled something incomprehensible to Hermoine in response, and when he realized she was not satisfied, he turned to her.

�I�m writing a letter to Snape,� he replied, �That greasy bastard will get a piece of my mind. I�m sick of his crap. I won�t let him make a fool of me like that anymore.�

Ron scratched his head absently. �But he�s been doing that for years,� he said.

�I know,� Harry growled, �And I�ve always hated it. I�m at the end of the rope and I can�t stand it any longer.�

�I don�t think it�s such a good idea,� Hermoine divulged tentatively, �He could get really angry��

�Bullocks!� Harry replied a little too harshly, �He�s always peeved when it comes to me. It�ll be no different. There�s no law against letters.�
�Yeah,� Ron agreed, �But letters saying �I hate you, go die� aren�t exactly welcomed either.�
Harry paused. �I didn�t say that in it�� he scanned over the letter, �I don�t think I did at least.�
Ron rolled his eyes. �Whatever, mate,� he said, �Just as long as you don�t involve me in this.�

�Don�t worry, this is all between me and him.�

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�Alright,� Snape called, �Bring your parchments up and you�re dismissed.�

The students hurriedly rushed up to the desk, shoving their papers in a heap and running out the door as if there had been a blast-ended skrewt in the room, which was actually a possibility. Snape frowned and turned to the mess of parchments in front of him and began to grade.

Ridiculous. Wormwood can not possibly be compatible with Rosemary. D

You�re as pathetic as Potter! You call this a paper? C

Wolfsbane is not a type of candy. Have you even listened in this class? D

Snape stopped suddenly in his writing and looked next on the stack. It was Potter�s, but there was something strange about it. There was another piece of parchment attached to it, folded neatly.

�What in the name of Merlin?� Snape muttered, picking up the parchment and unfolding it. It was a letter. Very strange indeed. He read silently and his eyes began to widen. What in the hell!

Dear Professor Snape,

I know, since you make it painfully obvious every day, that you don�t like me, maybe even hate me. And that�s fine, because honestly, I�m not particularly fond of you either. Even though this may be true, I think is bloody messed up how you have to constantly display this dislike publicly. I know how much you love to make a complete fool out of me, but I think it�s shite, and I won�t stand for it any longer.

So that is why I have decided to make you like me, no matter how long it takes. I will come to the dungeons every night until you quit treating me like shite, and I won�t leave, even if you don�t acknowledge me. I�ll be there, and don�t think I won�t. I�m sick of this, it�s ridiculous. So you better be prepared to see me tonight, because I�m coming.

Sincerely,

The Insufferable Brat Potter

P.S. And don�t try to kick me out. I�ve already told Dumbledore what I�m doing, and he supports it.

Why that! The brat had even got the Headmaster involved. Snape was seething. Coming down to his chambers every night! Preposterous! He threw the letter angrily across the room. That�. that�. little Golden Boy had already ruined every other part of his life. Now he was going to invade his only remaining privacy?

Snape stood quickly and walked towards the door. He�d put a stop to this right now. He stopped mid-step and remember that the Headmaster was a pert of this. He obviously had something planned. That conniving old codger always had something up his sleeve; but befriending Potter? He had to be joking! He couldn�t possibly think that that would ever happen in any of the seven levels of hell! Snape growled and swirled back around in a flurry of robes. He sat grumpily back down at his desk and grimaced at the thought of Potter being down in the dungeons every night. Surely the boy wouldn�t last very long. Very few seventeen year-olds had that long of an attention span. And Potter probably didn�t like this any more than he did; but then why was he doing this? Did he really want Snape to like him? Or was he just trying to get Snape off his back? Snape expected the latter.

Well, like he said, the boy wouldn�t last. But until he gave up, he would just have to ignore him. There was now way in HELL he was going to let that brat into his chambers.

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Snape opened his door looking severely displeased. It was eight o� clock, and already the Slytherins had begun to whisper.

Harry was sitting against the wall next to Snape�s chambers, a look of determined and unbreakable defiance etched deeply into his features.

Snape growled, but Harry did not flinch.

Opening his door wider, Snape glowered at Harry. �Come on Potter,� he spat irritably, �Quit sulking and get in.�

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