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Hidden Away	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter One – Muddy Remains

The war was over; Harry had finally succeeded in destroying the darkest wizard of all time once and for all. However, only one thing moved through his mind. His former potions professor had risked his life to protect him and give him the vital information he needed. The man was so misunderstood and the last he saw the very same wizard was dying from the venom of that horrible snake. He ditched all his still living friends, as he ran toward the Shrieking Shack. So many lives had already been lost, and none of his father’s friends remained. He couldn’t forget about the wizard that was once his mother’s childhood friend. Snape, who gave up everything in order to follow the manipulations of a dead man, the same man he was forced to kill.

He reached the same spot where the silvery memories had burst from the spy’s every opening and bite. He expected to find a body and hoped that there would still be some glimmer of life. Something he could save, but all he found was a pile of clay in the same spot he’d left the other man. There was no body to be found. He searched the shack for any signs of movement and anything that would give him hope that the man still lived. The man who had haunted his dreams night after night, and what dreams those were. The man who made him realize, Ginny and Cho would never have the proper plumbing for his tastes. He dropped to his knees next to the pile, “We’ve lost so many. Little Teddy Lupin is now orphaned, George is without his twin, and I’m sitting here crying over a pile of dirt. How could your body disappear like this Severus? I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to lose you too. Why did I leave you here? I didn’t understand the true depths of your love until it was too late. I didn’t understand my true feelings toward you, until now.”

When Ron and Hermione found him, he asleep with his head rested on the pile of mud with tear tracks still shining down his cheeks. The bookish witch approached him cautiously before gently shaking him awake, “Why’d you come out here?”

Harry’s green eyes blinked as he looked at his two friends and then settled on the pile of dirt, clay, mud. He wasn’t really sure what it was other than the fact that it had somehow replaced Snape’s body. “I realized after seeing his memories and his true pain that I care for him. After losing Tonks and Lupin, I didn’t want the final remaining piece of my parents to die too. So, I came here and this is all that was left of him. I don’t even have a body to bury next to my parents, where he belongs.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed as she stared at the pile of debris, “I don’t think that’s a body, Harry.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a vial, “I think that I need to do some analysis, but I think that Snape had more secrets than the ones he shared with you. I cannot think of any reason why his body would deteriorate like this. He wasn’t brought back from the brink of death by some barbaric ritual. I mean I understand why Voldemort simply flaked away, but Snape was a whole person. There’s no reason I can think of as to why this is all that remains.”

Ron’s voice went a bit higher, “Maybe he was a changeling all along. Perhaps the real Severus Snape baby was stolen away by the fay. I hear they really do like wizard babies, but they have to leave a being to replace the child they take. He probably just didn’t know what he was.”

Hermione’s eyes just narrowed, “You’re starting to sound like Luna. I think you’re brother’s death has already gotten to you.”

Ron’s shoulders slumped and the tears just started falling, “Why did you have to bring Fred into this? My family will never be the same. George will never be the same. I never realized how important those two pranksters were to our family until I saw Fred’s body lying lifeless in the Great Hall.” He bent over and Harry decided it was best to leave Hermione to deal with her grieving boyfriend. He only knew that he needed to leave. He didn’t know where he needed to go, but he needed to get away from the destruction of what still remained of Hogwarts.

He walked out the front door of the shack and disapparated to Grimmauld Place. He trudged up the steps to Sirius’ room and collapsed onto his dead godfather’s bed. He sighed as sleep took over his exhausted and bone weary body.

The days following the end of the second Wizarding war blurred into weeks as Harry was stalked by reporters while he attended the Death Eater trials. He was an important witness for the Malfoy family, and with his testimony they were all saved from Azkaban, though Lucius was placed under house arrest for his remaining term from his previous sentence. When he wasn’t in the basement courtrooms in the belly of the Ministry of Magic, he was in meetings with the board of Governors of Hogwarts fighting for Severus Snape’s portrait to be hung in the Head’s office with the others before him. It was taking everything in him to prove his case, as many of them were not willing to believe that Snape was truly on the side of the light.

When he finally managed to convince them, Rita Skeeter came out with her newest publishing travesty, Snape: Scoundrel or Saint. It was full of out of context assumptions with regards to Snape’s true alliances. He didn’t know where she got her information, as he was sure that there wasn’t anyone like Bathilda Bagshot to slip Veritaserum in his or her tea. Everyone that Harry could think of who could know anything about Snape’s past was dead. Well, there were the Malfoy’s but surely she didn’t managed to stun them with her little beetle butt. He read the book just to see what information she acquired and couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she found out about the Unbreakable Vow. He could only assume that she somehow tracked down some of the Snape’s muggle neighbors to discuss what his childhood was like. Of course she didn’t paint it in a way that saw him as a victim, but rather showing that he exhibited signs of a true killer at a young age. She went on and on about the many Death Eater revelries he participated in and somehow she got details of the many rapes, tortures, and murders he performed for the Dark Lord. Harry only assumed that some of the other information came from previous students. Upon finishing the sensationalized book, he threw it against the wall.

He stood from his library chair and wondered who he needed to contact to sue her for liable, then again she was supposedly writing a biography about him. He wasn’t going to have any of it and decided it was time to go to the Ministry about her unregistered Animagus status. He didn’t even think as he apparated into the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic and marched his way toward Kingley’s office. Luckily, the man wasn’t entertaining anyone or in a meeting as he slammed the door and stared at the man behind the desk, “I want something done about Rita Skeeter and her lies. She shouldn’t be allowed to publish that tripe and I want to file a complaint that she is using her unregistered Animagus beetle form to spy on people. I call it an invasion of privacy and she should spend time in Azkaban for it.”

Kingsley raised one black eyebrow over his smooth chocolate forehead, “How long have you known about her Unregistered Animagus form?”

Harry dropped into the leather chair in front of the Minister’s desk, “Hermione discovered it back in forth year, but with the return of the Dark Lord and the impending war, I didn’t have time to report it. Plus the ministry was against me in my fifth year, they were barely hanging on in my sixth year, and well it was in Death Eater’s control up until about a month ago. Oh and something should also be done about that Umbridge woman. I mean the use of blood quills as punishment on students at Hogwarts has to violate some code. Not to mention she was the first person to hop onto the muggleborn propaganda wagon. She belongs with the people she supported during the war. Also, I need to access the archives. Do you think I could?”

“What do you need the archives for?”

“Well, I wanted to look into Severus’s background a bit more. I mean I have his memories. I know his childhood was filled with abuse and neglect. I want to know how the hell Rita Skeeter managed to track down his former muggle neighbors. I want to know where she got her twisted information from, and I want to find the truth so that I can dispel the lies she’s written in that bloody book. Snape was a great man; he should be remembered properly. He was also a very lonely man because in the end the only person he had left to rely on was himself and the portrait of Dumbledore. So, please let me have access to the Prince records. I’m sure that they should no longer be protected since Snape was the last of that line.”

“Very well, I shall escort you to the archive.”

The room was filled with more books than that of the Library of Hogwarts and more than likely had information going back farther than the foundation of the school. The bookshelves were higher than that of the Hall of Prophecy. The floor was an ancient looking stone and a few dark wood tables and chairs were spread throughout the room. Harry could only assume that they were there for people researching something. Kingsley lifted his wand and several books flew to an empty table, “That’s all the archival information we have in England regarding the Prince Family. I believe that one of those should include a complete family tree.”

Harry thanked the Minster before taking a seat at the table. He looked at the many different titles of the bound documents and quickly located the one containing the ancestry. His mouth dropped open as he found something on the tree he never expected and quickly searched through the other books to discover the location of the ancestral Prince home. He had a Prince to find after all, and he could only fathom that somehow Snape wasn’t the last of his line.

Harry joined Hermione in the potions lab at Grimmauld place, “Look at this copy I made from the Hall of Records archives. Julianus Septimius Prince was born on January 9, 1960 and he still shows as living and there is an entry right next to him that shows Severus Snape with the same birth date and his death has been listed as May 2, 1998 with all the others who died during the Battle of Hogwarts. What I’m confused about is that even though it lists Eileen Prince as his mother, the father listed only has the first name Maelgwn. What really gets me is that it’s not the first occurrence of that name on the family tree without a last name.”

“What do you know of Woodlyn spirits like Nymphs, Dryads, or even the Fairy Royalty of the Steely Court?”

His brow furrowed, “Well they’re just myths, right?”

Hermione laughed, “I understand that we both grew up in the muggle world but haven’t you learned that many muggle myths have truth in the Wizarding world? I think what we’re looking at here is one of the immortal beings from the Steely Court and more than likely a Prince. I mean look that name is the first male on the family tree of the Princes. I don’t believe that surname was in use until after Maelgwn met Elladora Peverell in 1459 and they formed the Prince line. The name Maelgwn seems to reappear in the Prince family every 100 years when an unmarried Prince daughter has a son and the Prince name is given to that child. You know the meaning of that name even has the word prince in it. What are you going to do with this information?”

“I’m going to find this Julianus Prince and make sure he knows the truth about his brother. Did you complete your study of that mud we found?”

The bushy haired witch pressed her lips together in a thin line, “I’m beginning to wonder if Ron had some merit to his changeling theory. I did find some magical traces in the mud and it’s possible that Maelgwn took his baby and left a changeling to impersonate Tobias Snape’s half-blood son. He probably took his true half fairy son Julianus with him and raised him away from that home. I know I haven’t seen those memories, but from what you told me, I can only assume Severus had a horrible childhood.”

“Will you help me locate the Prince Ancestral Home? From what I’ve been able to find, it’s located somewhere in north western England or South western Scotland near a body of water called Narroch. It seems to be unplottable and more than likely under Fidelius with a secret keeper. We won’t be able to find it on a map and we won’t see it if it were under the other; however, would there be a chance that we could sense the wards?”

“There is a Forest Park in Southwestern Scotland with many Lochs and I believe of them is a smaller one by the name Loch Narroch. I need to get a muggle map of the Galloway Forest Park as a start. Perhaps we should get another Wizarding tent and go camping right his time. You know without Death Eaters trying to find us.” She smiled grabbing a muggle notepad and pen to make a list of supplies.

The messy haired wizard pinched the bridge of his nose, “What about Ron? I thought the two of you were a couple now.”

“You know that Ron and his family are still grieving their loss of Fred. I think we should let the family heal one another for a bit before barging in. Have you not wondered why I’ve been staying here with you rather than with them? Plus I’ve been waiting for Kingsley to contact me when they’ve found my parents. I really had to send them to such a large country, didn’t I?”

Harry pulled her into a hug, “It’s okay Hermione, you’ll find your parents, and Ron will recover. The Weasleys are strong family and they will only come out of this stronger than they were before.”

She nodded her head against his chest, “I’m sure they will, however I need something to distract my mind with and tracking down Snape’s last living kin should do the trick. I do think we’ll be running into some pretty strong wards. Have you been working on your ability to sense and see them?”

“I’ve been researching revealing spells that will show me the spell work of wards. I find wards are so closely related to Defense that it comes to me naturally. Do you think I could analyze that sample you took? I cannot help but wonder if the magical signature will be similar. If the Princes come from a line of Fairy Royalty, then one may assume that they’d all have a similar magical signature. I know that no one has the exact same signature, but there would have to be something similar. Isn’t a magical signature similar to the muggle genetic concept of DNA? Each signature is different but can be linked to a parent or ancestry?”

She laughed into his chest, “Well look at you. Take away an evil dark wizard out for your demise and you start thinking about research topics. I think there’s still a chance that a scholar may be hiding behind the savior of the wizarding world.”

“Yeah imagine what my mind can come up with when it’s not focused on finding a way to take down Voldemort before he hurts anymore of my friends and family.” He kissed the top of her head, “But in the end I still wasn’t able to save the one person I realized I loved only a little too late. I know I didn’t tell you about my inappropriate dreams of Snape while we were alone, but I didn’t even realize what they meant until after it was all over. I still have dreams of him but they’re more like nightmares. I keep trying to get to him in time, but I’m always too late.”

A/N: I have this posted on another site but a reviewer requested more detail in certain scenes. I decided to go ahead and add those into this current work in progress and post those chapters here. It might take me a bit longer to update here because I’m going to extend the scenes as I continue to write the more PC versions for the other site.
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