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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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15,460
Reviews:
100
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Currently Reading:
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My Kingdom for a Wand
CHAPTER 10
Harry had arrived back at Grimmauld place to screams of terror coming from the living room. Harry hurriedly ran into the chaos only to find Severus pinned against the wall by Remus, Tonks, Arthur and Ron while Hermione tried desperately to pry a large butchers knife from the wizard’s surprisingly strong grip.
“Let him go!” Harry shouted as he began pulling each member of the order from Severus’ body until finally Severus stopped screaming and fell in a shaking pile on the floor the knife rolling loose from his terrified grip. “What the hell happened?” Harry was livid as he knelt down beside Snape and gently wrapped his arms around the man’s shaking shoulders. Almost immediately Snape melted into Harry’s embrace his still healing hands clutching to the wizard’s outer robe in fear.
“Just Dumbledore’s portrait that’s all, the man’s lost his mind.” Remus spat as he threw his hands up in the air in defeat. Harry glanced across at Tonks who was just mending a large cut to the canvass of Dumbledore’s portrait that was undoubtedly caused by the knife Snape had been wielding. Harry looked silently back at Snape, who’s hair was finally beginning to grow back and was now long enough for Harry to run his fingers through the fine black strands.
“Why did you do that?” Harry whispered soothingly into Snape’s neck carefully gauging the man’s reaction in the inky depths of his flickering gaze.
“He is never quiet.” Harry watched as Snape brought his hands up to ears and squeezed his eyes tightly closed, as if he was trying to block out a voice or noise. Harry wondered if like himself Snape suffered from nightmares about the people he’d killed, their voices haunting Harry’s dreams making it impossible to sleep some nights. Harry turned to Tonks and gestured to the tablecloth sitting scrunched up on the floor, no doubt torn off in the scuffle.
“Cover it.” Harry spat as he nodded towards the headmaster’s portrait that was devoid of the man himself who was doubtlessly moving in the paintings at Hogwart’s.
”What? You can’t do that Harry he’s a hero of the war….” Remus went to snatch the cloth out of Tonks’ hands but Harry was quicker snapping his wand out at Remus and pinning the werewolf by his throat to the wall with a simple curse.
“This is my house Remus Lupin, and you are a guest here only because Sirius wished it so. So shut up, until such time as you can address me without spitting on me like a piece of shit. Now cover it up!” Harry released Remus with a flick of his wand before aiming it at Tonks’ who hastily did as she was told. Everyone was now staring at Harry the boy’s eyes flickering with the embers of fire. Harry’s control had slipped and he was now unable to stop his veins pulsing with anger as he tightened his hold on his wand. “Get out, all of you get out!” Harry cried his wand shaking in his grip as he tried to hold himself back. Remus was on his feet and ushering everyone out of the room moments before Harry collapsed convulsing beside Snape, the hissing of parsel tongue igniting the air with magic. Harry couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t bite his tongue from doing what he was doing. With his eyes rolling back in his head and his body practically snapping in two Harry was powerless to stop himself. Distantly he felt someone grab his hand before cold thin fingers began prying the wand from his vice like grip. The wand came free with some effort but it was too late the curse that had come free of Harry’s mouth unintentionally send Snape barreling into the wall with a sickening crack. Harry dimly was aware that he could hear Snape choking but he could do nothing to stop himself. Some sick part of him was growing in strength with every breath Snape was gasping for.
“Help me,” Harry managed to squeeze out of his throat between the parseltongue and it was then that he felt the icy cold burst of magic that hit him square in the chest. The pain was excruciating and he buckled and cried out in agony. Then just as quickly as it had taken over his body it left leaving him exhausted and limp on the floor, the familiar black blood trickling from his nose. With his vision blurred Harry couldn’t see much but he did feel the soft fingers that came down to wipe away the blood carefully before a soft, familiar mellow voice echoed in his ears.
“Sleep Harry, sleep.” With the urge planted Harry closed his eyes and gave in to the blessed darkness.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Sorry to post and run but I'm late AGAIN!!!!!!! Hope you're still reading and enjoying this, oh and please review I love them so much it makes it all worth while.
CHeers
RIFFRAFF
Harry had arrived back at Grimmauld place to screams of terror coming from the living room. Harry hurriedly ran into the chaos only to find Severus pinned against the wall by Remus, Tonks, Arthur and Ron while Hermione tried desperately to pry a large butchers knife from the wizard’s surprisingly strong grip.
“Let him go!” Harry shouted as he began pulling each member of the order from Severus’ body until finally Severus stopped screaming and fell in a shaking pile on the floor the knife rolling loose from his terrified grip. “What the hell happened?” Harry was livid as he knelt down beside Snape and gently wrapped his arms around the man’s shaking shoulders. Almost immediately Snape melted into Harry’s embrace his still healing hands clutching to the wizard’s outer robe in fear.
“Just Dumbledore’s portrait that’s all, the man’s lost his mind.” Remus spat as he threw his hands up in the air in defeat. Harry glanced across at Tonks who was just mending a large cut to the canvass of Dumbledore’s portrait that was undoubtedly caused by the knife Snape had been wielding. Harry looked silently back at Snape, who’s hair was finally beginning to grow back and was now long enough for Harry to run his fingers through the fine black strands.
“Why did you do that?” Harry whispered soothingly into Snape’s neck carefully gauging the man’s reaction in the inky depths of his flickering gaze.
“He is never quiet.” Harry watched as Snape brought his hands up to ears and squeezed his eyes tightly closed, as if he was trying to block out a voice or noise. Harry wondered if like himself Snape suffered from nightmares about the people he’d killed, their voices haunting Harry’s dreams making it impossible to sleep some nights. Harry turned to Tonks and gestured to the tablecloth sitting scrunched up on the floor, no doubt torn off in the scuffle.
“Cover it.” Harry spat as he nodded towards the headmaster’s portrait that was devoid of the man himself who was doubtlessly moving in the paintings at Hogwart’s.
”What? You can’t do that Harry he’s a hero of the war….” Remus went to snatch the cloth out of Tonks’ hands but Harry was quicker snapping his wand out at Remus and pinning the werewolf by his throat to the wall with a simple curse.
“This is my house Remus Lupin, and you are a guest here only because Sirius wished it so. So shut up, until such time as you can address me without spitting on me like a piece of shit. Now cover it up!” Harry released Remus with a flick of his wand before aiming it at Tonks’ who hastily did as she was told. Everyone was now staring at Harry the boy’s eyes flickering with the embers of fire. Harry’s control had slipped and he was now unable to stop his veins pulsing with anger as he tightened his hold on his wand. “Get out, all of you get out!” Harry cried his wand shaking in his grip as he tried to hold himself back. Remus was on his feet and ushering everyone out of the room moments before Harry collapsed convulsing beside Snape, the hissing of parsel tongue igniting the air with magic. Harry couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t bite his tongue from doing what he was doing. With his eyes rolling back in his head and his body practically snapping in two Harry was powerless to stop himself. Distantly he felt someone grab his hand before cold thin fingers began prying the wand from his vice like grip. The wand came free with some effort but it was too late the curse that had come free of Harry’s mouth unintentionally send Snape barreling into the wall with a sickening crack. Harry dimly was aware that he could hear Snape choking but he could do nothing to stop himself. Some sick part of him was growing in strength with every breath Snape was gasping for.
“Help me,” Harry managed to squeeze out of his throat between the parseltongue and it was then that he felt the icy cold burst of magic that hit him square in the chest. The pain was excruciating and he buckled and cried out in agony. Then just as quickly as it had taken over his body it left leaving him exhausted and limp on the floor, the familiar black blood trickling from his nose. With his vision blurred Harry couldn’t see much but he did feel the soft fingers that came down to wipe away the blood carefully before a soft, familiar mellow voice echoed in his ears.
“Sleep Harry, sleep.” With the urge planted Harry closed his eyes and gave in to the blessed darkness.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Sorry to post and run but I'm late AGAIN!!!!!!! Hope you're still reading and enjoying this, oh and please review I love them so much it makes it all worth while.
CHeers
RIFFRAFF