So this is Love

Severus Snape sat in his quarters brooding. He knew his mate was coming of age soon. He also knew who it was: Harry-Bloody-Potter, the arrogant spoilt little brat. He remembered when he realized Potter was his mate, right in the middle of potions.

He was making his way down the cauldrons then he caught that scent, that marvellous scent, it sent his senses reeling. It was a mixture of chocolate, cinnamon, and a scent that was simply his. He followed it till he came to Harry, and the scent of his mate was overwhelming. He was tempted to reach out and take it but knew better. When he gathered his wits and did the only thing he could do he docked points and dismissed class.

So that put him here today, much like he had been since school let out and like he planned to do till it came back in session, brooding. Unfortunately things don’t always go as planned, at least not with that meddlesome old man floating around.

“Severus are you busy at the moment?” Albus’s head was floating in the fireplace twinkling eyes ever present, yet Severus could see something was bothering him.

“Besides sitting here glowering at the fates that torture me, no.”

“Could you come to my office, I have a favour to ask from you?”

That couldn’t be good, Severus thought, Albus’s favours always had some unexpected usually unwelcome outcome

“Very well, I’ll be there shortly.” Severus set off for the headmaster’s office wondering what could be so important to interrupt his day, usually he waits for dinner. “Mars Bars” He growled to the gargoyle waiting for it to move and riding up the staircase.

Severus had known Albus for well over 20 years and what he saw made him feel extremely uneasy. Albus was pacing in his office wearing plain purple robes trimmed with silver; they were the plainest robes he had seen on him in the last 7 years. The last time he saw the man this worked up was when he hid the Potters.

“Albus,” Severus said with a curtly nod.

“Ah, Severus I need you to do me a favour. Harry hasn’t written anyone in a week and Fawkes has been a little jumpy as well. I need you to go and bring him back, he needs to be here for his coming of age anyway.”

Severus stared at the man in shock. It took all of two seconds for him to explode. “Albus you know damn good and well I can’t go down there! You know what would happen! I haven’t been able to figure a way to get around the bond yet and you want me to go play baby-sitter.”

“Severus I wouldn’t ask you if it weren’t the only option. I have to go to the ministry and this needs to be done. It will only take ten minutes at the most, just bring him here and send him to the tower. I will keep him away from you for the time being.”

“Fine but keep him out of the dungeons till I can find a way around it.” Severus rose and stalked from the room, robes billowing behind him.

***************HP/SS*************

Harry was in pain, he couldn’t move without jarring a broken bone. After he came home his uncle had beaten him so badly. He couldn’t stand his regular welcome home. But this summer had been unexpectedly hard, the beatings were twice as fierce and came twice as often. Tonight’s had been the worst. He was beaten so badly he was having a hard time breathing. When he couldn’t stand anymore his uncle had thrown him in the cupboard. Harry knew his leg was broken, as were a couple of his ribs, his hand – from the time his uncle took a hammer to it for not fixing the deck fast enough; and who knows what else. To top it all off, his scar had been burning all day. He tried to stay awake at least until he could get to the healing potion he was brewing in his room. But soon darkness overwhelmed him.

“Lucius, Draco, I have recently come into some rather interesting information. It seems I have a least two spies in my midst, would you happen to know anything about that?” Voldemort's voice was an icy calm that sent shivers down the Malfoys’ backs.

“No my lord...” Lucius started.

“Crucio.” Voldemort held the curse for several moments. When it was lifted both men shook from the effects,” your treachery will be dealt with later when I can get information from you. Avery, take them to the dungeons. Feel free to have some fun first. “


Severus stalked up Privet Dr., scowl firmly in place. Looking around the neighborhood he couldn’t help but sneer. Everything looked exactly the same like it all came from one cookie cutter. It was deplorable. He stalked up to number 4 and rapped on the door harshly. As he waited he felt his magic reaching out for his mate but he reigned it back in. A large man resembling a bowling ball with legs answered the door.

“WHAT?!”

Severus arched an eyebrow at the greeting “Good evening I am here to collect Mr. Potter.” Severus watched as all the blood drained from his face. He could hear his heart speed up something was definitely off.

“T-There’s no.. no one here by that name.” Vernon stuttered out.

As he went to slam the door Severus put his foot in the door and pulled out his wand. “Listen Dursley,” Severus all but spat, “You will let me in to collect him or I will hex you so badly that the only part of you they find is a fingernail.” During his speech Vernon went from bright red to white in an instant, Vernon quickly opened the door and moved into the living room.

Severus went up the stairs to look for Potter. After looking into the master bedroom, which made him want to puke from its forced cheerfulness, and another room littered with muggle magazines and electronic devices, he came to a room which smelled of blood. He felt his heart freeze, he could tell by the smell whose blood it was. He looked at the door, littered with locks all the way down to a cat flap. Pushing it open he saw broken toys and forgotten (did you mean "ignored"?) books lining a shelf, and a cot with threadbare sheets on it. He turned to leave when he felt a small magical signature. Seeking it out he felt his way to the corner of the room, lifting the disillusion charm he was met with a healing potion. Severus was seething. The fury he felt was unimaginable but his need to find Harry easily overtook that. Coming down the stairs, Severus could smell him but couldn’t pinpoint where. Right before he was going to start hexing Dursley he heard screams coming from under the stairs.

Severus practically flew to the door, wrenching it open with an alohamora what he saw made his blood boil and freeze all at the same time. Harry lied on the floor bruises and cuts covered his body. His leg was at a weird angle, his face grimacing in pain. Rushing forward Severus gathered him as quickly as he could, trying not to jar his injuries. He placed a body bind on Dursley and took off for the end of the wards. Harry was still shaking in his arms as he apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. Severus took off in a run toward the infirmary trying not to hurt the boy further.

After reaching the infirmary Severus cast a quick “Sonoras,” and yelled, “Poppy, Albus, Minerva, come to the infirmary now!!”

Poppy came out of her office looking quite put out until she saw Harry. She froze and looked at the boy who had come to mean a great deal to her. She quickly ran switched to nurse modem, started with diagnostic scans and healing everything in the process.

Albus came walking through the doors with McGonagall in tow, eyes twinkling madly. “Severus where is young Harry, I thought…” the words died on his lips and a gasp could be heard from McGonagall. The twinkling of his eyes disappeared as he stood frozen to the spot.

Minerva came to first “What happened?” she all but demanded, glaring at Severus before shooting concerned looks at Harry.

Severus eyes held fury that he hadn’t felt in years. He replied bluntly “His relatives.” Albus finally snapped out of it and began to seethe in rage, but everything froze when they heard Harry gasp out “Severus…”


*Um. this is my first time writing this so reviews would be nice. Not Betaed don't know how to get one so k enjoy bbai