|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2009-01-27 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, ivylady, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day, venturous!
Title: Fools No Longer
Warnings: AU, Legilimency, bottom!Snape, Slash Sex, First Time.
Prompt: Legilimency reveals true feelings.
Summary: Ten years after the end of the Second Voldemort War, Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts to seek the aid of the Headmaster, Severus Snape.
A/N: venturous, I tried to work in as many of your kinks as I could, and I hope you enjoy the story! Thanks to pisceskp and snapessecret for reading over my story and offering advice. Any remaining mistakes are my own. A big thanks to f13tch3r and svartalfur for hosting this fest and giving me a week extension.
Fools No Longer
'Why now?' he thought. 'After all these years, why did he contact me?'
Headmaster Severus Snape stalked around the boundaries of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was an early winter afternoon, and much too cold for the Headmaster to be out. A heavy snowstorm had deposited over two feet of snow overnight, and the cold was seeping past his warming charms, yet Severus could not feel it. Just that morning, he had received a letter from someone he had never expected: Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived, turned Vanquisher of Voldemort, had written him out of the blue, asking for his assistance. Apparently, during one of the shows he gave in his work as a snake charmer at the Zoological Society of Wizarding London, he had been severely hexed by someone in the crowd. Severus had always wondered why Potter had chosen such a dangerous profession after he returned from his travels abroad, but he chalked it up to Gryffindor foolishness. Potter had gone to several Mediwitches and healers, but none of them could help. The fever, chills, and lethargy that had begun soon after his hexing continued to plague him and the young man felt himself growing weaker by the day. Severus could feel Potter's desperation in every word he wrote.
Severus could not contain his scowl.
'Leave it to the boy to go to those incompetent quacks that St. Mungo's calls healers,' he snorted. 'I wonder what mayhem has befallen that fool now, and why he thinks I can help him. Merlin forbid I cannot. Albus will never forgive me.'
As he walked along the wards, Severus could feel the apprehension draining out of him. Being at Hogwarts calmed him. He could feel the life force of the castle, enfolding him in warmth and chasing away the cold air. Severus knew he had no reason to feel anxious, but it had been so long since he had seen Harry…no, Potter, and he did not know quite how he felt about the young man.