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Briefing: Two weeks before Christmas Vacation, Harry Potter is given a potion that can prove to be fatal. All the while, Severus Snape must find what he had long hidden away from himself a long time ago. Can he save Harry?
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Disclaimer: I did not write Harry Potter. The ‘Harry Potter’ series was written and created by J.K. Rowling. All the characters used in this fan fiction are imaging what the characters in Rowling’s book would have done if put in these situations, expect for some of my own twists.
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Rating: NC-17 for sexual content, mature themes, violence, and language.
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Please enjoy!
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Chapter One: Sleepless Death Potion
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Two weeks before Christmas break…
Severus Snape stood broad in the front of the classroom, his greasy black hair stringing his face in messy humor, “Wormworth, an ingredient found in the early centuries by a man that was simply grazing his land for herbs of some sort…”
Ron let a low sigh run from his mouth, playing his fingers over the wooden desk that stood in front of him. “Merlin, what is so interesting about a stupid ingredient that we have to go into a full on lecture on where it was originally found?” He whispered to Harry who was sittnextnext to him.
Harry shrugged slightly, his eyes looking to the hard wood that it was made of. He made an attempt to contribute to the conversation, but simply sighed in response to his friend’s ranting. He pushed away at an invisible string that troubled his vision. Unconsciously, he began moving his hands over the wood, following the intriguing patterns that swirled in accumulated masses and volumes. Finally he tore his eyes from the wood, glancing at the figure that had emerged upon his discovery of the patterns.
Severus Snape: a man without purpose for taunting, yet seemed to do it all too well to his most hated students. Harry was one of those hated students. Severus noted the pale texture of the boy’s face, but only assumed that he was embarrassed for being caught off guard. His hands slapped harshly against the ice cold wood, bringing his face to Harry’s. “Mr. Potter, do you assume that since you are famous that you do not have to pay attention in my class?!”
Harry shook his head lightly, but showed no sign of emotion; simply empty emerald eyes that gazed back at his potion’s professor. Severus stopped slightly, watching the boy as if caught by the green orbs in trap that concealed his words. He soon was returned his words and smirked, “Quiet today? If you are going to act rebellious, then I shall see you in detention tonight, Mr. Potter.”
Harry tore his eyes from his professor’s and nodded slightly. His hands trembled, but he was still void of emotions. His body was pallor and his face a mass of emotionless bliss that seemed to melt away at those whom looked long enough. He looked ill—severely. Severus was the first to notice this, but was quick to throw it from his mind. He did not care for the boy, in so doing, was not responsible to care if he was ill. ‘Potter must simply learn to deal with illness like everyone else.’
His footsteps thudded to the front, finally turning to face the classroom. He shot a glance to the back, noticing Ron helplessly shaking Harry who now lay full out on the desk. Ron continued to administer his harsh shaking, being continually unsuccessful. Severus let out a deep sigh, returning to Harry’s side only to find the boy lifeless. His eyes widened as he touched the boy’s skin, finding it to be ice cold and deprived of any color. “Malfoy, get Poppy, NOW!”
Malfoy rushed out of the room to find the med-witch. Severus began to roughly shake Harry, but received not one reply. He picked the limp boy, noticing the light mass and lifeless response to his lifting. Though Severus despised the boy, he would not allow his illness to affect his class.
He walked with amazing pace to the hospital wing, only to run into a nervous Poppy on the way. “Give me the boy! I must immediately attend to his il—“ She stopped dead in her tracks, shaking slightly. Severus cocked an eyebrow, but started with a demanding tone. “Poppy! You mustn’t stall!” The med-witch’s eyes were wide with fear.
“Severus, this boy is dead.” Severus’ breath caught in his throat as reality hit him. He wide-eyed stared at the woman frozen in front of him. “I-Impossible…” He was about to continue, but she quickly rushed off into the hospital wing entrance. ‘How?’ was all he seemed to think as he followed the woman into the room.
She hovered over him, her wand out and her eyes tightly shut. She whispered a few words that Severus was unable to catch onto and watched as a beam of light filtered Harry. The great light demised in just a few seconds, but left the witch emotionless by the bedside. “It’s not possible…” She muttered with a hesitant glare to Severus.
Severus shifted slightly, his icy stare glaring back at the witch with demanding invitation. “Well?” She shook her head and went out of the room. ‘Blasted woman! Babbling about death…’ As soon as he began to relax, another presence was apparent in the room. Dumbledore was now at Harry’s bedside, holding the boy’s hands in a caring manner.
“It is as I have feared…the boy has been given the Sleepless Death potion.” Severus looked at him, finding that potion’s name to ring in memories long lost, but finding no answer as to what exactly it did. “Headmaster?”
Dumbledore turned to Severus, his eyes heavy with frustration. As though reading Severus’ mind he began, “The Sleepless Death potion is one that is banned from use because of its powerful effects and after effects. Usually it is used in kidnapping and has been found to be a rare commodity. There are some that are able to make this potion, but very few. If not properly created, it can cause death to occur after the second week of having taken it.
“The potion causes the victim to act as though dead, but yet they are in actuality in a deep sleep. This sleep can last from one to two weeks, depending on how strong the ingredients were. Upon inspection of Harry, I have found that he was given the potion last night mixed with his drink. All we can do at this point is pray to Merlin that the boy will survive and be able to return to us within two weeks.” He removed his glasses, cleaning them before replacing them on his nose.
Severus relaxed slightly, but yet he was not completely at ease. “Headmaster, w--“ Dumbledore held his hand out, stopping Severus. “We will contact the Ministry of Magic and find the culprit of this attack.” With that said, the man left with Poppy from the room and Severus was left alone to watch over Harry.
‘What is it with that man!? He always has that twinkle in his eyes! He is really that scared?’ He became angry, but was unable to conclude why. He felt a shearing at his heart, a fast pain that spread along his bones. He was beginning to feel that his implications were not needed at this time. Simply stating, he did feel slightly concerned for Harry. Not something he would admit to anyone, but he would however admit it to himself.
This potion was something that he, in his lifetime, had not witnessed. Though, now that the image was deriving in his vision, he could remember one incident where his fellow death eaters used a potion to kidnap one of the leaders in the Ministry of Magic.
He let a groan slip from his mouth as the images of the man’s death came into his vision, reminding him of his horrific past. Taking his mind away from the days of Voldemort, he walked to a chair that was stationed near Harry’s bedside. He watched the boy with dark orbs, contrasting the once happy emerald eyes.
All thyearyears Severus had taken Harry in the lowest regard. He admitted that he had at times blamed the boy for things done to him by James Potter. Harry was a cloning image of his father, yet completely different. Though he carried much of the physical aspects of his father, his personality was much like his mother’s, Lily Potter. Lily had been an ang wng woman and carried one of the most sincere hearts that Severus had yet encountered, except maybe Dumbledore’s.
Severus had been so set on hating the boy, that his vision and mind had been clouded with James. ‘Did it take his assumed death to bring these conclusions on Potter?’ He cursed himself lightly, knowing well what he was dragging himself into. He hadsen sen to never become attached to anyone, nor take down the barriers that he was so determined to keep up.
During the secession of the next two weeks, Severus went to Harry’s bedside at least twice a day. He did it in the shadow of night, making sure not to be seen by anyone. He wanted to keep his stature and mask out for the other teachers to regard, while maintaining a close eye on how Harry was doing.
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Severus silently scrolled his eyes over his accomplished lesson plan, correcting a few errors, before deciding to return to his quarters. He stood from his station at the desk and stretched slightly. He was becoming increasingly worried with the days arriving, knowing that Harry had not yet woken from his sleep.
Every day that he had visited the boy, his barrier was slowly crumbling. His thoughts, he had found, were mostly concentrated on Harry. When he would accomplish something for work, he would find that his mind would immediately stray to thinking about the boy.
A light knocking sounded at his classroom door. He turned to see the headmaster walking towards him, his face lit with happiness. “Severus, Harry is beginning to show signs of waking. He has become warmer and his skin is gaining back its color. His breathing has returned as well.” Severus watched the man, his face cold and without emotion.
“Did you find out who gave that potion to Harry?” Dumbledore shook his head slightly, leading Severus out of the dungeon towards the hospital wing. “Not yet, but it is only a matter of time Severus.” He smiled slightly, making sure to show that he was still happy. ‘Crazy old coot.’ He noticed the path they were heading and sighed slightly. He was grateful that he would not have to sneak out tonight as well as angry that Dumbledore insisted upon seeing the boy at this moment.
They walked into the room, their presence made known to the med-witch who hovered over the boy, inspecting him. Harry was indeed colored and breathing normally. His face was soft with light and Severus noticed that his features seemed more relaxed then they had before.
Harry’s eyes began to slit open, his body shifting underneath the security of the blanket. He brought his gaze to Poppy, Dumbledore and finally Severus. Upon seeing Severus, he blushed and tore his eyes away from the dark man that clouded the light. He couldn’t quite remember much about the incident.
“Well good morning, Harry!” Dumbledore let a shining smile pass his lips, holding his arms out to the boy. Harry shifted to a sitting position, gratefully accepting his headmaster’s welcoming hug. He smiled back to his headmaster, nodding slightly. “Hello, sir.”
Severus all the while simply stood in the background, watching Harry with chasm eyes that clung to the boy’s image. The light radiated off Harry’s skin causing him to look as though he was glowing. Amidst all his day’s of researching the potion, he found that its victims would not be strong enough to walk for several days and would experience fatigue, dizziness, nausea, blackouts, and if not taken care of, withdrawal.
Dumbledore looked over to Severus, whom was gazing intently at the boy, his gaze strained, yet relaxed. The glittering in Dumbledore’s eyes caught Severus from his undeviating gaze at Harry. “Severus, might you watch Harry over the break? I would not like him to leave this bed until fully recovered. Since Christmas break starts tomorrow, I should think you will not have much to do?”
‘Damn him!’ He thought angrily. ‘He has something planned, I can feel it.’ He turned to steal a glance at Harry. Harry was watching him with fearful eyes, his face speckled with crimson flames. He gazed once more to his headmaster, “Of course…” He pushed his hands to his side, clenching slightly. He knew that his mind would be distracted for these upcoming days, since Dumbledore had to leave as well as most of the teachers working there.
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Severus walked down the hallway leading to the room that Harry resided in. His cloak trailing behind him in rapid waves that winded along the current pace he had set. He was not rushing himself, he was simply eager to check on the boy and return to his work, he concluded. He walked into the room, his eyes iced over once more. Harry lay on the bed, his hands lifted above his head and his eyes shut.
Severus walked to the bedside, holding back a smile that teases lis lips. He however was not able to hold back his slight laugh at the boy’s position. Somehow, Harry was growing on him and he did not like the fact that the boy was starting to affect certain parts of his human anatomy.
He sat down on the chair next to Harry’s bedside. He watched as the boy turned to the side facing where Severus sat. Harry opened his eyes, looking at the man who sat iont ont of him. “Hello, s-sir.” He was slightly stricken with fear, noticing the glare that his potion’s professor was giving him.
“Potter, why are you stuttering?” Sarcasm dripped with every word, pooling into the glare that frightened the boy beyond help. Harry blushed lightly, pushing away at his raven hair with pessimistic assurances. “No reason, sir.”
Severus cocked an eyebrow, letting a smirk linger his lips. He felt his insides twist slightly as the boy’s glare became more immediate and insecure. “Don’t be frightened, Mr. Potter. I am simply checking up on you.” Harry nodded lightly, flopping back onto the bed and proceeding to stare at the ceiling.
“Potter, when you feel up to walking, you will be staying in my quarters. I have received note that your attacker is within these walls and we must take precautions to keep you out of harms way.” Severus watched as Harry’s body stiffened.
“Why must I stay with you, sir?” Severus bit back the anger that was beginning to rumble in his chest. “You must stay with me because Dumbledore has ordered me to protect you.” He walked to the bedside and knelt to become eye level with Harry. “Do you trust me?”
Harry looked at his potion’s professor, his eyes wide. He felt his blush beginning to linger on his cheeks and his stomach was doing somersaul“U-u“U-uh…I-I guess…” Severus dropped his voice to a calm whisper that caused Harry to feel shivers running down his spin. “You must learn to trust me, Harry.” Harry was awe stricken by the use of his first name by his professor. “Sir?”
Before he was allowed any other questions, Severus had stood up and proceeded out the door. Harry watched his professor and was left alone to ponder what had just occurred. His heart beat with erratic pace.
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A/N: Please review and/or email me if you have any questions concerning this fan fiction. Forgiven_Entity@hotmail.com Thank you for reading ^^
---When I Need You---
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Briefing: Two weeks before Christmas Vacation, Harry Potter is given a potion that can prove to be fatal. All the while, Severus Snape must find what he had long hidden away from himself a long time ago. Can he save Harry?
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Disclaimer: I did not write Harry Potter. The ‘Harry Potter’ series was written and created by J.K. Rowling. All the characters used in this fan fiction are imaging what the characters in Rowling’s book would have done if put in these situations, expect for some of my own twists.
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Rating: NC-17 for sexual content, mature themes, violence, and language.
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Please enjoy!
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Chapter One: Sleepless Death Potion
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Two weeks before Christmas break…
Severus Snape stood broad in the front of the classroom, his greasy black hair stringing his face in messy humor, “Wormworth, an ingredient found in the early centuries by a man that was simply grazing his land for herbs of some sort…”
Ron let a low sigh run from his mouth, playing his fingers over the wooden desk that stood in front of him. “Merlin, what is so interesting about a stupid ingredient that we have to go into a full on lecture on where it was originally found?” He whispered to Harry who was sittnextnext to him.
Harry shrugged slightly, his eyes looking to the hard wood that it was made of. He made an attempt to contribute to the conversation, but simply sighed in response to his friend’s ranting. He pushed away at an invisible string that troubled his vision. Unconsciously, he began moving his hands over the wood, following the intriguing patterns that swirled in accumulated masses and volumes. Finally he tore his eyes from the wood, glancing at the figure that had emerged upon his discovery of the patterns.
Severus Snape: a man without purpose for taunting, yet seemed to do it all too well to his most hated students. Harry was one of those hated students. Severus noted the pale texture of the boy’s face, but only assumed that he was embarrassed for being caught off guard. His hands slapped harshly against the ice cold wood, bringing his face to Harry’s. “Mr. Potter, do you assume that since you are famous that you do not have to pay attention in my class?!”
Harry shook his head lightly, but showed no sign of emotion; simply empty emerald eyes that gazed back at his potion’s professor. Severus stopped slightly, watching the boy as if caught by the green orbs in trap that concealed his words. He soon was returned his words and smirked, “Quiet today? If you are going to act rebellious, then I shall see you in detention tonight, Mr. Potter.”
Harry tore his eyes from his professor’s and nodded slightly. His hands trembled, but he was still void of emotions. His body was pallor and his face a mass of emotionless bliss that seemed to melt away at those whom looked long enough. He looked ill—severely. Severus was the first to notice this, but was quick to throw it from his mind. He did not care for the boy, in so doing, was not responsible to care if he was ill. ‘Potter must simply learn to deal with illness like everyone else.’
His footsteps thudded to the front, finally turning to face the classroom. He shot a glance to the back, noticing Ron helplessly shaking Harry who now lay full out on the desk. Ron continued to administer his harsh shaking, being continually unsuccessful. Severus let out a deep sigh, returning to Harry’s side only to find the boy lifeless. His eyes widened as he touched the boy’s skin, finding it to be ice cold and deprived of any color. “Malfoy, get Poppy, NOW!”
Malfoy rushed out of the room to find the med-witch. Severus began to roughly shake Harry, but received not one reply. He picked the limp boy, noticing the light mass and lifeless response to his lifting. Though Severus despised the boy, he would not allow his illness to affect his class.
He walked with amazing pace to the hospital wing, only to run into a nervous Poppy on the way. “Give me the boy! I must immediately attend to his il—“ She stopped dead in her tracks, shaking slightly. Severus cocked an eyebrow, but started with a demanding tone. “Poppy! You mustn’t stall!” The med-witch’s eyes were wide with fear.
“Severus, this boy is dead.” Severus’ breath caught in his throat as reality hit him. He wide-eyed stared at the woman frozen in front of him. “I-Impossible…” He was about to continue, but she quickly rushed off into the hospital wing entrance. ‘How?’ was all he seemed to think as he followed the woman into the room.
She hovered over him, her wand out and her eyes tightly shut. She whispered a few words that Severus was unable to catch onto and watched as a beam of light filtered Harry. The great light demised in just a few seconds, but left the witch emotionless by the bedside. “It’s not possible…” She muttered with a hesitant glare to Severus.
Severus shifted slightly, his icy stare glaring back at the witch with demanding invitation. “Well?” She shook her head and went out of the room. ‘Blasted woman! Babbling about death…’ As soon as he began to relax, another presence was apparent in the room. Dumbledore was now at Harry’s bedside, holding the boy’s hands in a caring manner.
“It is as I have feared…the boy has been given the Sleepless Death potion.” Severus looked at him, finding that potion’s name to ring in memories long lost, but finding no answer as to what exactly it did. “Headmaster?”
Dumbledore turned to Severus, his eyes heavy with frustration. As though reading Severus’ mind he began, “The Sleepless Death potion is one that is banned from use because of its powerful effects and after effects. Usually it is used in kidnapping and has been found to be a rare commodity. There are some that are able to make this potion, but very few. If not properly created, it can cause death to occur after the second week of having taken it.
“The potion causes the victim to act as though dead, but yet they are in actuality in a deep sleep. This sleep can last from one to two weeks, depending on how strong the ingredients were. Upon inspection of Harry, I have found that he was given the potion last night mixed with his drink. All we can do at this point is pray to Merlin that the boy will survive and be able to return to us within two weeks.” He removed his glasses, cleaning them before replacing them on his nose.
Severus relaxed slightly, but yet he was not completely at ease. “Headmaster, w--“ Dumbledore held his hand out, stopping Severus. “We will contact the Ministry of Magic and find the culprit of this attack.” With that said, the man left with Poppy from the room and Severus was left alone to watch over Harry.
‘What is it with that man!? He always has that twinkle in his eyes! He is really that scared?’ He became angry, but was unable to conclude why. He felt a shearing at his heart, a fast pain that spread along his bones. He was beginning to feel that his implications were not needed at this time. Simply stating, he did feel slightly concerned for Harry. Not something he would admit to anyone, but he would however admit it to himself.
This potion was something that he, in his lifetime, had not witnessed. Though, now that the image was deriving in his vision, he could remember one incident where his fellow death eaters used a potion to kidnap one of the leaders in the Ministry of Magic.
He let a groan slip from his mouth as the images of the man’s death came into his vision, reminding him of his horrific past. Taking his mind away from the days of Voldemort, he walked to a chair that was stationed near Harry’s bedside. He watched the boy with dark orbs, contrasting the once happy emerald eyes.
All thyearyears Severus had taken Harry in the lowest regard. He admitted that he had at times blamed the boy for things done to him by James Potter. Harry was a cloning image of his father, yet completely different. Though he carried much of the physical aspects of his father, his personality was much like his mother’s, Lily Potter. Lily had been an ang wng woman and carried one of the most sincere hearts that Severus had yet encountered, except maybe Dumbledore’s.
Severus had been so set on hating the boy, that his vision and mind had been clouded with James. ‘Did it take his assumed death to bring these conclusions on Potter?’ He cursed himself lightly, knowing well what he was dragging himself into. He hadsen sen to never become attached to anyone, nor take down the barriers that he was so determined to keep up.
During the secession of the next two weeks, Severus went to Harry’s bedside at least twice a day. He did it in the shadow of night, making sure not to be seen by anyone. He wanted to keep his stature and mask out for the other teachers to regard, while maintaining a close eye on how Harry was doing.
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Severus silently scrolled his eyes over his accomplished lesson plan, correcting a few errors, before deciding to return to his quarters. He stood from his station at the desk and stretched slightly. He was becoming increasingly worried with the days arriving, knowing that Harry had not yet woken from his sleep.
Every day that he had visited the boy, his barrier was slowly crumbling. His thoughts, he had found, were mostly concentrated on Harry. When he would accomplish something for work, he would find that his mind would immediately stray to thinking about the boy.
A light knocking sounded at his classroom door. He turned to see the headmaster walking towards him, his face lit with happiness. “Severus, Harry is beginning to show signs of waking. He has become warmer and his skin is gaining back its color. His breathing has returned as well.” Severus watched the man, his face cold and without emotion.
“Did you find out who gave that potion to Harry?” Dumbledore shook his head slightly, leading Severus out of the dungeon towards the hospital wing. “Not yet, but it is only a matter of time Severus.” He smiled slightly, making sure to show that he was still happy. ‘Crazy old coot.’ He noticed the path they were heading and sighed slightly. He was grateful that he would not have to sneak out tonight as well as angry that Dumbledore insisted upon seeing the boy at this moment.
They walked into the room, their presence made known to the med-witch who hovered over the boy, inspecting him. Harry was indeed colored and breathing normally. His face was soft with light and Severus noticed that his features seemed more relaxed then they had before.
Harry’s eyes began to slit open, his body shifting underneath the security of the blanket. He brought his gaze to Poppy, Dumbledore and finally Severus. Upon seeing Severus, he blushed and tore his eyes away from the dark man that clouded the light. He couldn’t quite remember much about the incident.
“Well good morning, Harry!” Dumbledore let a shining smile pass his lips, holding his arms out to the boy. Harry shifted to a sitting position, gratefully accepting his headmaster’s welcoming hug. He smiled back to his headmaster, nodding slightly. “Hello, sir.”
Severus all the while simply stood in the background, watching Harry with chasm eyes that clung to the boy’s image. The light radiated off Harry’s skin causing him to look as though he was glowing. Amidst all his day’s of researching the potion, he found that its victims would not be strong enough to walk for several days and would experience fatigue, dizziness, nausea, blackouts, and if not taken care of, withdrawal.
Dumbledore looked over to Severus, whom was gazing intently at the boy, his gaze strained, yet relaxed. The glittering in Dumbledore’s eyes caught Severus from his undeviating gaze at Harry. “Severus, might you watch Harry over the break? I would not like him to leave this bed until fully recovered. Since Christmas break starts tomorrow, I should think you will not have much to do?”
‘Damn him!’ He thought angrily. ‘He has something planned, I can feel it.’ He turned to steal a glance at Harry. Harry was watching him with fearful eyes, his face speckled with crimson flames. He gazed once more to his headmaster, “Of course…” He pushed his hands to his side, clenching slightly. He knew that his mind would be distracted for these upcoming days, since Dumbledore had to leave as well as most of the teachers working there.
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Severus walked down the hallway leading to the room that Harry resided in. His cloak trailing behind him in rapid waves that winded along the current pace he had set. He was not rushing himself, he was simply eager to check on the boy and return to his work, he concluded. He walked into the room, his eyes iced over once more. Harry lay on the bed, his hands lifted above his head and his eyes shut.
Severus walked to the bedside, holding back a smile that teases lis lips. He however was not able to hold back his slight laugh at the boy’s position. Somehow, Harry was growing on him and he did not like the fact that the boy was starting to affect certain parts of his human anatomy.
He sat down on the chair next to Harry’s bedside. He watched as the boy turned to the side facing where Severus sat. Harry opened his eyes, looking at the man who sat iont ont of him. “Hello, s-sir.” He was slightly stricken with fear, noticing the glare that his potion’s professor was giving him.
“Potter, why are you stuttering?” Sarcasm dripped with every word, pooling into the glare that frightened the boy beyond help. Harry blushed lightly, pushing away at his raven hair with pessimistic assurances. “No reason, sir.”
Severus cocked an eyebrow, letting a smirk linger his lips. He felt his insides twist slightly as the boy’s glare became more immediate and insecure. “Don’t be frightened, Mr. Potter. I am simply checking up on you.” Harry nodded lightly, flopping back onto the bed and proceeding to stare at the ceiling.
“Potter, when you feel up to walking, you will be staying in my quarters. I have received note that your attacker is within these walls and we must take precautions to keep you out of harms way.” Severus watched as Harry’s body stiffened.
“Why must I stay with you, sir?” Severus bit back the anger that was beginning to rumble in his chest. “You must stay with me because Dumbledore has ordered me to protect you.” He walked to the bedside and knelt to become eye level with Harry. “Do you trust me?”
Harry looked at his potion’s professor, his eyes wide. He felt his blush beginning to linger on his cheeks and his stomach was doing somersaul“U-u“U-uh…I-I guess…” Severus dropped his voice to a calm whisper that caused Harry to feel shivers running down his spin. “You must learn to trust me, Harry.” Harry was awe stricken by the use of his first name by his professor. “Sir?”
Before he was allowed any other questions, Severus had stood up and proceeded out the door. Harry watched his professor and was left alone to ponder what had just occurred. His heart beat with erratic pace.
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A/N: Please review and/or email me if you have any questions concerning this fan fiction. Forgiven_Entity@hotmail.com Thank you for reading ^^