Somewhere

just a quickie for you....
mainly to leave you in a state of angst ridden suspense.....
mwahahaha... hahaha.... hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

muse: crazy nut job
isis: don't you know it!! it's why you love me though
severus: weeeellllll
isis: agree!!
severus: was that a threat?
isis: no i believe it was a promise!!
severus: i agree... we love her beacause she's nuttier than squirrel shit
isis: why thank you *blushes*


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The scream pierced the air and tore about the cottage as the clock struck midnight. It was one of the most heart wrenching sounds he had ever heard. Flinging himself out of bed he ran across the landing, threw open the door opposite his and lit the lights with his wand.

“Harry!” he shouted. Sitting down hastily on the side of the bed, he cast a spell to restrict the young man’s movements. Grabbing hold of his head he looked into scared, pain filled eyes.

“Harry you have to listen to me. Try to calm yourself. Take deep breaths, listen to my voice,” he murmured quietly, summoning various potions from his room, uncorking three with his teeth, “take them, they’ll help.”

All Harry could do was nod weakly as another wave of pain came crashing down on him. Helping him swallow each potion in turn, Severus watched him relax ever so slightly. Tears collected at the corners of his eyes and a single large drop fell down one cheek as a sob escaped from between parched lips.

“It… hurts Sev’rus,” he whispered.

“I know Harry, I know,” he said, smoothing a few strands of stray hair away from the sweaty forehead. “I’ll try and help you as much as I can but there isn’t a lot that I can do. I have to go and fetch a few things but I’ll be right across the corridor,” he said releasing the bind on Harry’s body.

“No… please. Don’t go,” he croaked, grabbing hold of Severus’ arm, crying out in pain, his entire being protesting the sudden movement.

“Harry, I have to…”

“Please. I don’t want to do this alone.”

He’d never seen Harry like this before, not after all he’d been through, all he’d suffered. He was such a strong person, it shocked Severus, scared him even to see him this afraid and showing this much pain, when he usually kept it so hidden.

“Ok Harry, I’m here,” he said, getting into the bed beside him, holding him tight, stoking his hair, whispering words of comfort. Soon the dreamless sleep potion took hold and Harry mercifully slipped into a restless sleep. Picking up his wand from the bedside table, Severus summoned all the things he was likely to need from his room and waited.

The next hour passed relative calm, then Harry awoke once more, screaming in agony. He wanted to help him, give him something to ease the pain, but it was still too soon after the last potion to give him anything else. So instead he held him close and tried to comfort him as best he could.

It hurt, it hurt so damn much. It felt like a thousand red hot knives were trying to cut the flesh from his bones while at the same time a pressure was building inside him that threatened to explode at any moment. It was an agony that he had never felt before and that included the Cruciatus. unrelenting it went on and on for hours on end until finally he could no longer scream or cry, but just lay there and pray it would end soon. By noon he’d spent twelve hours in this pain filled world and he didn’t think he could take much more and yet there was no end in sight. As Severus trickled water into his parched mouth he looked at him and begged.

“Make it stop,” he whispered.

“I can’t Harry. My potions can only do so much.”

“Then kill me.”

“”No. you can’t talk like that. There are people out there that need you Harry,” he said angrily.

“They can find another saviour,” he said bitterly.

“I meant Ron and Hermione, Sirius… me,” he said whispering the last part.

“I can’t do this anymore. Please… do something,” he pleaded.

“There is one thing I could try. It’s only a theory and it’s never been tested. It would be risky Harry and it might not even work.”

“Anything.”

“If I add a small amount of foxglove to the Draught of the Living Dead, it may put you into a forced coma. It might not work however or you might not wake up for years… if at all.”

“I don’t care, please just do it.”

“”Then I have to leave for a few minutes. I won't be long,” he said getting off the bed.

“Please hurry,” he whispered to the retreating back.


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your reviews really do make my day and they put the biggest damn smile on my face.... like this -----------------> :D ...... only bigger because i'm always like that.... yeah

To my reviewers.... I lub you all!

Werewolf Mistress -- lol yeah they're both a bit dumb and i don't think they'll be getting smarter any time soon. in my notes they finally get wise around november... i'm on 168 hand written pages and they've just had their first lesson back... could be a while

Mie -- oh yeah exspect fireworks

vyator -- *glomp* yay for saturday... happy birthday now aswell :D yay for kitty and don't worry you can attack me with 'ol red next year

iGlow -- yeah chapter one even made me feel a little dirty thats why it's so short but i really needed it to set the foundations... oh well kitty goodness makes up for it. i can't believe how much people like my harry and sev.... weird

Amanda Rose -- *giggle giggle snort* if you think that's cute with sev trying to impress his male wait for a bit and see what happens soon when you get others involved with trying to impress your man :D as for my muse and me... it's a love hate relationship