The Taming of the Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
9,436
Reviews:
29
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Currently Reading:
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The Return
It was in the early hours of Monday morning that Harry knew something was wrong. Not just plain ordinary wrong which generally happened around Harry but out and out definatly wrong wrong.
He threw on muggle clothes with haste forgetting he could have spell dressed quicker and found his footsteps leading to the medi-ward. Once he realised where he was heading he pelted down the hallways and stairwells, straight into Dumbledore.
“Harry” said Dumbledore sadly “I was expecting you. Please sit with me just for a moment.” Harry had never seen the headmaster so serous about anything even when they were being warned to avoid certain death in the forest he had seemed rather jovial.
“Professor Snape was barely conscious when we found him, his magical signature so faded that at first we were not certain it was him." Dumbledore sighed deeply as if his heart was breaking “Most meetings only last long enough for Voldemort to blow off steam, but it was almost twenty hours before the wards alerted me to his return.”
“Apparently he walked straight into Hell” Dumbledore rubbed his eyes wearily “tortured and routinely drained of his magic. Hence Poppy’s administrations are having very little if any effect. Unable to utilise any spell - magic or even potions, *sigh* well, it is a sad blessing that he is unconscious.”
Harry leapt from his seat but Dumbledore held his hand fast, with strength that was surprising for someone of 130 years. “Harry, Hogwarts called you here and I understand why. But, only one thing can save him now and if you consent then know this, not only will you share your magic but everything that you are. There will be no secrets; your entire life will be laid open.”
Harry couldn’t see the downside. His only secret was that he loved the man fiercely. “I have to see him” Dumbledore nodded and smiled sadly “Of course, but I must warn you he really isn’t himself. You see Harry, and I am honestly sorry for this but …”
For Harry every passing moment was becoming more and more surreal.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Dumbledore led him to where Severus lay so dreadfully pale against the white sheets. It was difficult to associate this prone form with the vital enigmatic man who had saved Harry’s life on more occasions than he could number.
Harry had to look hard to see the chest rising and assure himself that his love still breathed. He quietly approached the bedside and lent down to reverently kiss those lips he so desired, gently brushing the soft black hair and caressing the strong lines of his beloveds face. The beauteous features were so familiar but so very different.
He felt Dumbledore approach “Don’t even think of stopping me” He could feel the smile and approval in Dumbledore’s voice “I wouldn’t dream of it Harry”
Under Poppy’s guidance Harry laid down on a bed nearby and the transfusion of his magic began.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Severus woke up to... well strangely nothing. He tentatively wriggled toes and fingers, moved his legs and arms, wriggled a little for good measure. It all seemed to be there and working. There was no pain which in itself was bizarre.
He cracked his eyes open and sneaked a peek. **Ah yes the Medi-ward, Hogwarts, to be expected** but there just wasn’t any obvious damage, in actual fact the mere fact that he was alive was well frankly a bit of a shock.
He cast his mind back trying to piece together how he had made it back, and suddenly came to the conclusion that there was a littering of memories that most definitely were not his. **groan**
Stupid fool hearty Gryffindor. “Oh you are awake. We were worried. He lovesssss you , you know.” Snape looked around but there was no one there. “What??? Who???” started Snape “On your finger, the left hand sssssilly.”
He raised his hand and came face to face with a coiled silver snake round around what muggles would call his wedding finger. “Sssssalutationsssss Ssssseverussss, I am Caessssar” it winked emerald eyes.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
He threw on muggle clothes with haste forgetting he could have spell dressed quicker and found his footsteps leading to the medi-ward. Once he realised where he was heading he pelted down the hallways and stairwells, straight into Dumbledore.
“Harry” said Dumbledore sadly “I was expecting you. Please sit with me just for a moment.” Harry had never seen the headmaster so serous about anything even when they were being warned to avoid certain death in the forest he had seemed rather jovial.
“Professor Snape was barely conscious when we found him, his magical signature so faded that at first we were not certain it was him." Dumbledore sighed deeply as if his heart was breaking “Most meetings only last long enough for Voldemort to blow off steam, but it was almost twenty hours before the wards alerted me to his return.”
“Apparently he walked straight into Hell” Dumbledore rubbed his eyes wearily “tortured and routinely drained of his magic. Hence Poppy’s administrations are having very little if any effect. Unable to utilise any spell - magic or even potions, *sigh* well, it is a sad blessing that he is unconscious.”
Harry leapt from his seat but Dumbledore held his hand fast, with strength that was surprising for someone of 130 years. “Harry, Hogwarts called you here and I understand why. But, only one thing can save him now and if you consent then know this, not only will you share your magic but everything that you are. There will be no secrets; your entire life will be laid open.”
Harry couldn’t see the downside. His only secret was that he loved the man fiercely. “I have to see him” Dumbledore nodded and smiled sadly “Of course, but I must warn you he really isn’t himself. You see Harry, and I am honestly sorry for this but …”
For Harry every passing moment was becoming more and more surreal.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Dumbledore led him to where Severus lay so dreadfully pale against the white sheets. It was difficult to associate this prone form with the vital enigmatic man who had saved Harry’s life on more occasions than he could number.
Harry had to look hard to see the chest rising and assure himself that his love still breathed. He quietly approached the bedside and lent down to reverently kiss those lips he so desired, gently brushing the soft black hair and caressing the strong lines of his beloveds face. The beauteous features were so familiar but so very different.
He felt Dumbledore approach “Don’t even think of stopping me” He could feel the smile and approval in Dumbledore’s voice “I wouldn’t dream of it Harry”
Under Poppy’s guidance Harry laid down on a bed nearby and the transfusion of his magic began.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Severus woke up to... well strangely nothing. He tentatively wriggled toes and fingers, moved his legs and arms, wriggled a little for good measure. It all seemed to be there and working. There was no pain which in itself was bizarre.
He cracked his eyes open and sneaked a peek. **Ah yes the Medi-ward, Hogwarts, to be expected** but there just wasn’t any obvious damage, in actual fact the mere fact that he was alive was well frankly a bit of a shock.
He cast his mind back trying to piece together how he had made it back, and suddenly came to the conclusion that there was a littering of memories that most definitely were not his. **groan**
Stupid fool hearty Gryffindor. “Oh you are awake. We were worried. He lovesssss you , you know.” Snape looked around but there was no one there. “What??? Who???” started Snape “On your finger, the left hand sssssilly.”
He raised his hand and came face to face with a coiled silver snake round around what muggles would call his wedding finger. “Sssssalutationsssss Ssssseverussss, I am Caessssar” it winked emerald eyes.
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