Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
Chapters:
40
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14,154
Reviews:
131
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Currently Reading:
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A Desparete Situation
11. A Desperate Situation
His throat was dry thirsting for water and his body felt horrible, aching in all kinds of places, no doubt from the curses he had been hit with. Or more correctly Voldemort had been hit with but since he had used Harry's body, he was the one suffering from the lingering effect.
The world above him was hazy, without his glasses he did not see properly where he was or who was with him. However he could hear the sound of somebody turning pages in a book and so he tried to say something.
Nothing came out and so he tried again.
“Hu....” Not even a word but the page turning stopped and then somebody towered above him, blocking some of the lights for a moment.
“Potter, are you awake?”
Great, Snape. He made a gurgling sound once again and this time somebody carefully lifted his head and some water was poured down his throat, easing the dryness a little bit.
“I will be right back.”
With that he disappeared and Harry tried to move but was unable to as if he was paralysed. It took just a couple of moments and then somebody else hovered over him.
“Harry, my boy. How are you?”
How was he? Terrified. Never in his life had he been more terrified than this, the shock of residing in his body but unable to control it sitting heavily in his stomach. Still he tried to smile but it was very likely a funny face as he had trouble moving his face the right way.
“Arg.”
Dumbledore sighed over him, his hand gently brushing a stray hair out of his face.
“I doubt that my boy but it is a relief to have you back. I am sorry you cannot move but the minister insisted on magical chains on both your body and your tongue. That is the reason why you cannot utter more than short syllables. However I try to convince him and the other aurors that you are no longer a danger to your environment. I will be back in a bit.”
With that he caressed his cheek once again and then he was gone.
He felt that somebody pushed his glasses onto his face and the world came back into focus. Next to the bed on an uncomfortable looking chair set Snape, wearing his usual black robes. A book had been rested on the side table so it had been Snape whom he had heard.
The elder wizard turned away to a wooden box and took a vial filled with a blue potion of some kind.
“Drink this.” The vial was pressed against his mouth and so he had not choice but to drink it. It tasted bitter, a bit like vinegar.
He was laying in a bed in a room he did not recognize and was unable to lift one finger. Hell, he could not mutter a fucking word which left him without any means to interact with anybody.
Despite himself he felt tears in his eyes that slowly rolled down his cheek onto the crisp white sheets. Right now he would have preferred anybody to be here, but Snape.
The potion master sighed as he used a soft cloth to wipe the tears away.
“Come on Potter, stop crying. I am aware as of right now it appears like a desperate situation but Dumbledore will return shortly and I am sure he is able to make the fool of a minister see reason.”
Harry closed his eyes in embarrassment at having cried in front of Snape of all people. Even if he could have talked he did not want to know where his friends were. Surely they were horrified of their fellow student who had cast unforgivables on them.
Inhaling deeply Harry was able to stop the tears and then he opened his eyes once again. Snape's face looked relieved that he had not broken down in tears as the potion master pointed to the vial.
“This should dull the pain a little bit, you took quite many curses. It will make you sleepy so do not fight it. Believe me you need the rest.”
Trying to convey with his eyes how much he appreciated Snape's presence- even if it would be awkward as hell in the future but he did not want to be alone right now- he closed his eyes and drifted into a deep slumber.
So, will Fudge see reason? How do Harry's friends react? And what about that calling? Wait and see my dear readers. Maybe, just maybe I update with another chapter or two later so tell my what you think!
His throat was dry thirsting for water and his body felt horrible, aching in all kinds of places, no doubt from the curses he had been hit with. Or more correctly Voldemort had been hit with but since he had used Harry's body, he was the one suffering from the lingering effect.
The world above him was hazy, without his glasses he did not see properly where he was or who was with him. However he could hear the sound of somebody turning pages in a book and so he tried to say something.
Nothing came out and so he tried again.
“Hu....” Not even a word but the page turning stopped and then somebody towered above him, blocking some of the lights for a moment.
“Potter, are you awake?”
Great, Snape. He made a gurgling sound once again and this time somebody carefully lifted his head and some water was poured down his throat, easing the dryness a little bit.
“I will be right back.”
With that he disappeared and Harry tried to move but was unable to as if he was paralysed. It took just a couple of moments and then somebody else hovered over him.
“Harry, my boy. How are you?”
How was he? Terrified. Never in his life had he been more terrified than this, the shock of residing in his body but unable to control it sitting heavily in his stomach. Still he tried to smile but it was very likely a funny face as he had trouble moving his face the right way.
“Arg.”
Dumbledore sighed over him, his hand gently brushing a stray hair out of his face.
“I doubt that my boy but it is a relief to have you back. I am sorry you cannot move but the minister insisted on magical chains on both your body and your tongue. That is the reason why you cannot utter more than short syllables. However I try to convince him and the other aurors that you are no longer a danger to your environment. I will be back in a bit.”
With that he caressed his cheek once again and then he was gone.
He felt that somebody pushed his glasses onto his face and the world came back into focus. Next to the bed on an uncomfortable looking chair set Snape, wearing his usual black robes. A book had been rested on the side table so it had been Snape whom he had heard.
The elder wizard turned away to a wooden box and took a vial filled with a blue potion of some kind.
“Drink this.” The vial was pressed against his mouth and so he had not choice but to drink it. It tasted bitter, a bit like vinegar.
He was laying in a bed in a room he did not recognize and was unable to lift one finger. Hell, he could not mutter a fucking word which left him without any means to interact with anybody.
Despite himself he felt tears in his eyes that slowly rolled down his cheek onto the crisp white sheets. Right now he would have preferred anybody to be here, but Snape.
The potion master sighed as he used a soft cloth to wipe the tears away.
“Come on Potter, stop crying. I am aware as of right now it appears like a desperate situation but Dumbledore will return shortly and I am sure he is able to make the fool of a minister see reason.”
Harry closed his eyes in embarrassment at having cried in front of Snape of all people. Even if he could have talked he did not want to know where his friends were. Surely they were horrified of their fellow student who had cast unforgivables on them.
Inhaling deeply Harry was able to stop the tears and then he opened his eyes once again. Snape's face looked relieved that he had not broken down in tears as the potion master pointed to the vial.
“This should dull the pain a little bit, you took quite many curses. It will make you sleepy so do not fight it. Believe me you need the rest.”
Trying to convey with his eyes how much he appreciated Snape's presence- even if it would be awkward as hell in the future but he did not want to be alone right now- he closed his eyes and drifted into a deep slumber.
So, will Fudge see reason? How do Harry's friends react? And what about that calling? Wait and see my dear readers. Maybe, just maybe I update with another chapter or two later so tell my what you think!