บท 47: Chapter 47: Why, Severus?
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For some reason, this had drove Snape mad with rage, and Harry had been forced to defend himself with a string of "witty" barbs, such as "bloody pleb."
Sure, he could've been more creative, but these kind of insults seemed to irk the professor more, judging by the flushed state if his face.
He could've also not insulted the man in the first place, but when he saw an opportunity to get himself further into the Gryffindor good books, he was going to take it.
He also really didn't like the man's haircut.
"Honestly," Harry said, shaking his head in disappointment. "Snape isn't even a pureblood name, so I can't blame all of your ugliness on incest. Perhaps your mother decided to breed with a house-elf? Or perhaps it was your father?"
From the way Snape strode forward, brandishing his wand, Harry guessed that it was a sore point for him.
Subtly, he slipped his wand into his hand under the desk, ready to cleave Snape in two, if need be. Even the Potions teacher, brash might he be, was not going to use overt magic against the Boy-Who-Lived, however. Instead, he tried to make eye contact.
And Harry allowed him to.
In a moment of woeful ignorance, Snape launched a Legilimency attack upon Harry, and tried to penetrate the mind of a god.
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As he pushed himself forward, Snape found no resistance, but that was only to be expected. The boy was just like his father: arrogant, and far too lazy to ever learn something like Occlumency.
He ignored the fact that the boy barely resembled James Potter at all and had eyes somewhat like Lily's in favour of forcing his way onwards into his mind, ready to discover what secrets lay within his thick skull.
There was nothing. Sure, he had expected the son of James Potter's head to be a bit empty, but this? This was impossible. Nothing but blackness surrounded him.
And then there was a flicker on the edge of his vision. Immediately he was spinning around, only to come face to face with- "Lily," he gasped.
She stood before him, beautiful as the day he had last seen her, with tumbling red hair, and green eyes filled with...disappointment.
"Why, Severus?" she asked, and his mouth went dry at the sound of her voice, so lovely, yet filled with sadness.
"Why have you failed me? Why must you be so cruel to my son? How could you ever think this was what I would have wanted?" He felt his eyes begin to water as walls that had remained up for over a decade began to crumble.
"You loved me, didn't you, Severus? Did you think this would make me love you?" Her eyes glistened with viridian fury.
"Well, I'll never love you. I hate you," she hissed. "It's your fault James is dead! It's your fault Harry's an orphan! It's your fault I'm dead! How could you ever do this?"
Snape clenched his eyes shut, for he knew it was true, and he regretted his decision every day. If only Lily hadn't loved James.
If only she hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor. If only he hadn't called her a mudblood. If only he had not informed the Dark Lord of the prophecy. If only his betrayal hadn't resulted in her death….
When he opened his eyes again, he was still staring into green eyes, yet now they were set in a handsome, smirking face, vaguely reminiscent of James Potter.
The classroom was silent now, but for the sound of his wand clattering to the floor as a single tear traced its path down his face, however much he ordered it not to.
"Class is dismissed." Nobody moved. "Class is dismissed!" he roared, and every was instantly packing away their things and moving towards the door.
For a moment, he contemplated going after the Potter boy, but what would be the point? Even in this state, he knew an attack on a student could mean imprisonment in Azkaban - or worse.
Instead, he collapsed into his chair, locked the door, and reached for a bottle of Firewhiskey. And thus came another long night of contemplation and regret.
Normally, Harry would be unable to enter a mortal's mind. The unorganized clutter of their thoughts would result in his inhuman magic attempting to perceive all of them at once and failing.
He found a great irony in the fact that Snape's mental barriers - designed to prevent intrusion - had solved that problem for him. They organized the man's thoughts and memories, making it much easier for Harry to go through them.
Granted, they normally would have protected the man from any other telepathic illusion; once he had been given a direct connection to his target's brain, however, they hadn't stood a chance.
Allowing Loki to take control, he had rooted through the memories and thoughts at the forefront of Snape's mind, finding things that were rather...interesting, to say the least.
From there it had been easy to allow Snape into his mind, diverting him to Loki's territory, where the god had proceeded to emotionally destroy him. Sure, they could have crippled him or driven him insane, but this was much more satisfying.
Tearing someone apart was good and all, but much more amusement could be derived from watching him do it to himself.
Snape would also likely be too embarrassed by it to report it to Dumbledore, so it also avoided any risk of punishment.
Harry was slightly saddened by that having been the last class of the day. After all, he had only been able to mentally bamboozle two teachers, torturing one with the image of his own dead mother.
That was odd, now that he thought about it, but he wasn't exactly normal anyway, and certainly wasn't averse to using memories of the parents he didn't care about to cause immense pain to a man - and one who had worked for Voldemort, at that.
That said, Harry didn't really care about that. In some way, he owed both Snape and Voldemort, else he would have been a weak Gryffindor without Loki at his side.
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