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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
21,753
Reviews:
98
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Part II: Ch1: Lay beside me...
Sorry about the delay. I know exactly what I wanted to write, but nothing wanted to be written! Still, the block seems to be clearing (I hope!).
To all my reviewers, thank you, even those who were shocked by Hary\'s words at the end of part one.
WARNING: You should know by now!
PART TWO
Chapter 1: Lay beside me, tell me what they\'ve done
“Wh-what?” Harry groaned, trying to lift a hand to his aching head.
Although groggy, he woke up instantly when he realised he was strapped to an uncomfortable surface. His green eyes snapped around, searching for Snape, but the man wasn’t there. This wasn’t the room he had been imprisoned in. It looked like a … hospital?!
“Ah, Potter,” it was Madam Pomfrey, “How are you feeling?”
Harry swiped a tongue over his dry lips. “Wh-? How?” He simply couldn’t comprehend why he was here, and not where he last remembered being – on the floor begging for the torment to end. He catalogued the aches in his body carefully. His back felt like one gigantic bruise, and his wrists felt sore. A thousand niggling aches made him want to simply curl up and whimper, but he couldn’t.
The nurse frowned at him. “Don’t you remember?”
He shook his head, then winced as lights began flashing behind his eyes. He struggled weakly against the restraints. She sighed, reaching for a bottle of salve, and began applying it to his reddened wrists. Once she had finished she spoke.
“Three days ago now, a rescue operation was mounted to retrieve you and Mr Weasley. It was undertaken by members of the Order. The Death Eaters have been arrested and await trial. Both you and Mr Weasley were very ill when we found you, and you have been strapped down to prevent you harming yourself. It is vital you recover soon as your memories will prove crucial to convict them.”
“Snape?” Harry choked out, unable to truly focus on what she was saying – she kept swimming in and out of focus. He felt a weird twist in his gut as he wondered what had become of his captor.
An odd tone in her voice, Pomfrey went on, “Severus Snape will be tried along with the others captured. Sadly, You-Know-Who slipped through our fingers once again.”
Harry coughed, head throbbing painfully. “Malfoy?” he whispered, almost afraid of the answer. If he were still at large …
Pomfrey pursed her lips. “He was caught. He will be tried as soon as you and Mr Weasley are well enough to share your memories.”
She began to bustle away, clearly considering that enough had been said.
“What’s Ron got to do with it?” he asked, confused, trying to lift one hand to scratch an itch on his nose.
“He was badly treated too,” the nurse said, sounding surprised that Harry didn’t know. “You were both conscious when we rescued you, and you saw Mr Weasley. Do you not recall that?” Worry had crept into her voice at Harry’s memory loss.
Harry frowned, thinking as intently as his battered body would allow. Nothing came to mind except those last awful moments with Snape when he had pleaded for Ron to take the pain, not him.
The woman looked at him, waiting to see if he had any further questions. When she saw he didn’t, she went off, moving to the other side of the curtain and bending over a figure. Harry turned his head but couldn’t focus on her, or on what she was murmuring to the other patient: the exertion of thinking had tired him out. He fell into an uneasy sleep, arms beginning to thrash as he lived through, once again, what had happened to him.
To all my reviewers, thank you, even those who were shocked by Hary\'s words at the end of part one.
WARNING: You should know by now!
PART TWO
Chapter 1: Lay beside me, tell me what they\'ve done
“Wh-what?” Harry groaned, trying to lift a hand to his aching head.
Although groggy, he woke up instantly when he realised he was strapped to an uncomfortable surface. His green eyes snapped around, searching for Snape, but the man wasn’t there. This wasn’t the room he had been imprisoned in. It looked like a … hospital?!
“Ah, Potter,” it was Madam Pomfrey, “How are you feeling?”
Harry swiped a tongue over his dry lips. “Wh-? How?” He simply couldn’t comprehend why he was here, and not where he last remembered being – on the floor begging for the torment to end. He catalogued the aches in his body carefully. His back felt like one gigantic bruise, and his wrists felt sore. A thousand niggling aches made him want to simply curl up and whimper, but he couldn’t.
The nurse frowned at him. “Don’t you remember?”
He shook his head, then winced as lights began flashing behind his eyes. He struggled weakly against the restraints. She sighed, reaching for a bottle of salve, and began applying it to his reddened wrists. Once she had finished she spoke.
“Three days ago now, a rescue operation was mounted to retrieve you and Mr Weasley. It was undertaken by members of the Order. The Death Eaters have been arrested and await trial. Both you and Mr Weasley were very ill when we found you, and you have been strapped down to prevent you harming yourself. It is vital you recover soon as your memories will prove crucial to convict them.”
“Snape?” Harry choked out, unable to truly focus on what she was saying – she kept swimming in and out of focus. He felt a weird twist in his gut as he wondered what had become of his captor.
An odd tone in her voice, Pomfrey went on, “Severus Snape will be tried along with the others captured. Sadly, You-Know-Who slipped through our fingers once again.”
Harry coughed, head throbbing painfully. “Malfoy?” he whispered, almost afraid of the answer. If he were still at large …
Pomfrey pursed her lips. “He was caught. He will be tried as soon as you and Mr Weasley are well enough to share your memories.”
She began to bustle away, clearly considering that enough had been said.
“What’s Ron got to do with it?” he asked, confused, trying to lift one hand to scratch an itch on his nose.
“He was badly treated too,” the nurse said, sounding surprised that Harry didn’t know. “You were both conscious when we rescued you, and you saw Mr Weasley. Do you not recall that?” Worry had crept into her voice at Harry’s memory loss.
Harry frowned, thinking as intently as his battered body would allow. Nothing came to mind except those last awful moments with Snape when he had pleaded for Ron to take the pain, not him.
The woman looked at him, waiting to see if he had any further questions. When she saw he didn’t, she went off, moving to the other side of the curtain and bending over a figure. Harry turned his head but couldn’t focus on her, or on what she was murmuring to the other patient: the exertion of thinking had tired him out. He fell into an uneasy sleep, arms beginning to thrash as he lived through, once again, what had happened to him.