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Title: The Meaning of Being Lonely
Show/Book: Harry Potter
Summary: how is it possible for someone to fall in love with the very person that bullied and raped them? What measures of one’s heart have to take to show that kind of love? Snape hate’s James Potters and always will, but his body knows otherwise. SS/JP, Smut, Slight Rape!
Pairing: Snape/James
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Drama
Warnings: rape, smut and attempt suicide, sex in public, male on male sex, smut, yaoi, sex slave...etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
A/N: I’m a sick, sick, fan girl!! I was in a dark mood and I was listening to some very dark and sad songs and this is what happens…*sigh* I might not get good reviews on this story, but that’s to be accepted with this couple. That and the whole raping thing…I can’t help it though, I never, ever wrote this couple before, let alone read a story of them together…sooo this is my thoughts on the couple. They wouldn’t have a happy ending together and it’s sad. Because if one just took Lilly out of the picture and the whole houses, then they might have got on. Maybe been lovers, if fate was more willing for them to be together. Maybe that’s just my thoughts on them. Who knows!
I was thinking to myself the other day, if Snape liked Lilly sooo much that his charm is also a deer/doe, then he could have asked the hat to put him in the same house as her, which would have changed everything in Snape’s life!( he was told once that… “maybe we sort too soon.” and “he was the bravest man I knew”) he totally could have been Gryffindor, if given the chance. And I think if he really wanted to be with Lilly, he could have made It so. Although, if he was in Gryffindor, would James Potter still hate him? Still pick on him? Would he have been Lupin’s friend?
I don’t know, but it’s something to think about…anyone agree?
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He walked along the long, dark, cold corridor. Making his way to the lake just outside the castle. He needed to get away from his life and the day to day bulling that he had to go though. No one understood him, not even his one time friend, Lilly.
She didn’t understand his heart, and just like the darkness around him, he faded into the pitch black places that the light couldn’t reach.
He felt lost and alone and no one understood his pain. There was no escape from his day to day hell, no escape from the terror that was James Potter and his jock friends. The laughing and teasing and hitting became a thing he had to come to expect from Potter and he didn’t see how that would ever change,
But that night it had and he felt the tears run down his face, along with the hard and unforgiving rain that beat just outside of the castle walls.
He pressed on his way down to the lake, not a soul was up at two A.M. but him and his pain no, that was a lie, there was one other up at this late, dark hour and it’s the one person that caused his pain and tormented.
James Potter.
He kept repeating that name over and over in his head, never losing the image he had in his mind of Potter.
Naked hands yanked, pulled and force it’s way under his shirt. Hands not caring about the cries of the body that it was abusing and touching.
Not caring, not caring. No, not at all…
Wiping away the memory as he pulled his heavy, broken body across the grounds to the lake, the rain shocked his heated and burned body. Making him sigh in pain as the drops hit cuts and gashes from hexes and jixz, and no matter how hard he tried to fight the memory away, it only seemed to make its way back to his thoughts stronger each time it invaded his mind.
There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from the thoughts of what happened just two hours ago.
“You like that, don’t you, you sick bloody bastard.” Potter growled in disgust.
He pulled Snape roughly by his hair, throwing him down to the ground. Seconds later he was pulling him flat into his stomach, while yanking hungrily at the sryierns waist band and breaking the only dark button from its confinement.
“Get off…stop..” he pleaded but his words soon died in his throat as his own sock was inserted into his mouth and used as a gage ball. He let a loud whimper as hands made it’s way to his waist in search for conquest. He felt the hands rape his very body and the steady, huskily breath of the owner of those very hands, lick and bite him.
“You deserve this….ugly, little tosser…admit it!”
With a loud yell he fell to his knees, the wet ground around him staining his ripped pants and he hugged his body. Trembling from head to toe, he bite down hard onto his hand, drawing blood from his already abused palm.
How could this happen to him? Did he truly deserve this? He couldn’t tell anyone that James Potter raped him and even if he did tell someone, who would believe him?
“no one, not even Lilly…” he moaned in agony at the thought. She wouldn’t believe him, not after what he told her and really it was his fault. If he hadn’t said what he said, then she would have believed him and maybe helped him.
With a pain cry he fell to the ground and curled into a ball onto the wet earth, waiting for death to come for him, hoping that soon his pain and anger will be lifted from him. But what would he be if he had no pain, anger or hatred.
A hallow shell! A doll without a soul.
Just like that, the events played out all over in his mind and the last thing Potter spoke before leaving him laying there on the cold, stone floor, of an empty classroom. Kept repeating over and over in his mind.
“Tell no one about this!” James spat into his ear then biting the hallow shell of his ear hard, causing it to bleed.
He let out a yelp but nodded his head anyways.
“You know, you should really thank me.” James Potter said from the door way, his eyes glazed over in hatred and another emotion that Snape couldn’t figure out.
“No one would’ve had sex with you anyways; I just did you a favor.” James stopped to sneer down at him.
“You’re ugly, poor, slimy and unkempt. You disgust me.”
With that he walked out of the dark room, leaving Snape on the floor.
The tears ran down his face and mixed with the rain on his body and the ground and before he knew it, his body grew cold and his vision became burry and mixed with colors of the night and the grass. Seconds later the last thing he heard was footsteps making its way to him. Then his world went black.
~~~ooOoo~~~~~
Show/Book: Harry Potter
Summary: how is it possible for someone to fall in love with the very person that bullied and raped them? What measures of one’s heart have to take to show that kind of love? Snape hate’s James Potters and always will, but his body knows otherwise. SS/JP, Smut, Slight Rape!
Pairing: Snape/James
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Drama
Warnings: rape, smut and attempt suicide, sex in public, male on male sex, smut, yaoi, sex slave...etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
A/N: I’m a sick, sick, fan girl!! I was in a dark mood and I was listening to some very dark and sad songs and this is what happens…*sigh* I might not get good reviews on this story, but that’s to be accepted with this couple. That and the whole raping thing…I can’t help it though, I never, ever wrote this couple before, let alone read a story of them together…sooo this is my thoughts on the couple. They wouldn’t have a happy ending together and it’s sad. Because if one just took Lilly out of the picture and the whole houses, then they might have got on. Maybe been lovers, if fate was more willing for them to be together. Maybe that’s just my thoughts on them. Who knows!
I was thinking to myself the other day, if Snape liked Lilly sooo much that his charm is also a deer/doe, then he could have asked the hat to put him in the same house as her, which would have changed everything in Snape’s life!( he was told once that… “maybe we sort too soon.” and “he was the bravest man I knew”) he totally could have been Gryffindor, if given the chance. And I think if he really wanted to be with Lilly, he could have made It so. Although, if he was in Gryffindor, would James Potter still hate him? Still pick on him? Would he have been Lupin’s friend?
I don’t know, but it’s something to think about…anyone agree?
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He walked along the long, dark, cold corridor. Making his way to the lake just outside the castle. He needed to get away from his life and the day to day bulling that he had to go though. No one understood him, not even his one time friend, Lilly.
She didn’t understand his heart, and just like the darkness around him, he faded into the pitch black places that the light couldn’t reach.
He felt lost and alone and no one understood his pain. There was no escape from his day to day hell, no escape from the terror that was James Potter and his jock friends. The laughing and teasing and hitting became a thing he had to come to expect from Potter and he didn’t see how that would ever change,
But that night it had and he felt the tears run down his face, along with the hard and unforgiving rain that beat just outside of the castle walls.
He pressed on his way down to the lake, not a soul was up at two A.M. but him and his pain no, that was a lie, there was one other up at this late, dark hour and it’s the one person that caused his pain and tormented.
James Potter.
He kept repeating that name over and over in his head, never losing the image he had in his mind of Potter.
Naked hands yanked, pulled and force it’s way under his shirt. Hands not caring about the cries of the body that it was abusing and touching.
Not caring, not caring. No, not at all…
Wiping away the memory as he pulled his heavy, broken body across the grounds to the lake, the rain shocked his heated and burned body. Making him sigh in pain as the drops hit cuts and gashes from hexes and jixz, and no matter how hard he tried to fight the memory away, it only seemed to make its way back to his thoughts stronger each time it invaded his mind.
There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from the thoughts of what happened just two hours ago.
“You like that, don’t you, you sick bloody bastard.” Potter growled in disgust.
He pulled Snape roughly by his hair, throwing him down to the ground. Seconds later he was pulling him flat into his stomach, while yanking hungrily at the sryierns waist band and breaking the only dark button from its confinement.
“Get off…stop..” he pleaded but his words soon died in his throat as his own sock was inserted into his mouth and used as a gage ball. He let a loud whimper as hands made it’s way to his waist in search for conquest. He felt the hands rape his very body and the steady, huskily breath of the owner of those very hands, lick and bite him.
“You deserve this….ugly, little tosser…admit it!”
With a loud yell he fell to his knees, the wet ground around him staining his ripped pants and he hugged his body. Trembling from head to toe, he bite down hard onto his hand, drawing blood from his already abused palm.
How could this happen to him? Did he truly deserve this? He couldn’t tell anyone that James Potter raped him and even if he did tell someone, who would believe him?
“no one, not even Lilly…” he moaned in agony at the thought. She wouldn’t believe him, not after what he told her and really it was his fault. If he hadn’t said what he said, then she would have believed him and maybe helped him.
With a pain cry he fell to the ground and curled into a ball onto the wet earth, waiting for death to come for him, hoping that soon his pain and anger will be lifted from him. But what would he be if he had no pain, anger or hatred.
A hallow shell! A doll without a soul.
Just like that, the events played out all over in his mind and the last thing Potter spoke before leaving him laying there on the cold, stone floor, of an empty classroom. Kept repeating over and over in his mind.
“Tell no one about this!” James spat into his ear then biting the hallow shell of his ear hard, causing it to bleed.
He let out a yelp but nodded his head anyways.
“You know, you should really thank me.” James Potter said from the door way, his eyes glazed over in hatred and another emotion that Snape couldn’t figure out.
“No one would’ve had sex with you anyways; I just did you a favor.” James stopped to sneer down at him.
“You’re ugly, poor, slimy and unkempt. You disgust me.”
With that he walked out of the dark room, leaving Snape on the floor.
The tears ran down his face and mixed with the rain on his body and the ground and before he knew it, his body grew cold and his vision became burry and mixed with colors of the night and the grass. Seconds later the last thing he heard was footsteps making its way to him. Then his world went black.
~~~ooOoo~~~~~