Somewhere

*dies* my fingers hurt!
since everyone was so nice i decided i'd go for a record....
THREE updates in ONE week!
don't espect this every time though.... you'll be very dissapointed!

there's a very strange noise outside my house.... like a spaceship landing.... oh just a streetcleaner.... how very anti-climax!

anywho hope this one will make up for the cliffie
as for the Rice Crispies.... don't ask
i think i was eating a bowl while i was writing this bit...mmmmm... Rice Crispies.


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He rolled over and clutched the pillow tighter, inhaling the smell of mint. It was unexpected and yet comfortingly familiar. Opening his eyes a crack he saw the green covers surrounding him. Defiantly unexpected. His room was decorated in browns. Realisation hit him and he sat bolt upright. He was in Harry’s room. Hell he was in Harry’s bed. Worst of all he couldn’t remember how he’d got there. But where was the room’s owner?

Rolling over, he was relieved to find himself fully clothed, ruling out the possibility that he’d done something he’d regret. Getting out of bed he pulled on his shoes and headed downstairs. Walking into the living room he heard a faint noise and went to investigate. Moving round the sofa he found a boxer clad Harry, fast asleep, mouth open slightly and snoring softly. With a smile he moved the blanket higher, his hand just brushing the skin of that tanned chest, causing the owner to shift slightly. Heading towards the kitchen he scratched his head and winched in pain. He’d forgotten about that. Pulling open the cupboards he retrieved a pain potion and a tin of coffee. Downing the bitter potion he made himself a cup of strong, black coffee and went back into the living room. Settling into a chair he sipped from the mug and watched Harry as he slept. He was beautiful, especially when he was asleep. He was completely relaxed, so peaceful and at ease, at least when he wasn’t being plagued by nightmares. Thankfully there had been a significant drop in those and none involving his uncle as far as he knew. In fact to his knowledge since they had weakened the connection between him and the Dark Lord, Harry had only had two nightmares and they were no where near as bad as they had been. He just hoped that it would stay like that.

That was one of the things that was worrying him though. The Dark Lord had been uncharacteristically quiet all summer. Severus had informed him that he would be under close supervision by Dumbledore over the holiday and that it would be incredibly difficult for him to get away without blowing his cover. He’d said that he was required to restock all of the castles potions and potion supplies and then he would be visiting a potions conference in Germany with the headmaster. Even so he’d expected to have been summoned at least one. They’d planned for it of course. He carried a port key that would transport with in and out of the cottage, at the same time alerting Albus so that he could come watch Harry. He was worried. Something was up and he didn’t know what. It made him feel useless not being able to tell the Order anything.

A husky moan brought him back to reality. Harry had thrown one arm over his eyes while his other hand was creeping towards his boxers. For a second he sat transfixed, his eyes riveted to the hand that slid slowly down the tanned chest, only to pause to tweak a nipple before moving one towards its goal. His senses suddenly returning to him he cleared his throat and opened the curtains with a wave of his wand, letting in the bright morning sunshine. Harry immediately went completely ridged, the hand on his hip stopping abruptly, then with a groan he rolled over to back the back of the sofa and pulled the blanket up over his head.

“How long have you been there?” came a muffled voice.

“Long enough,” he replied, fighting to keep the desire from his voice.

“Shit,” he muttered. Severus just nearly had a first rate showing. Merlin he’d have killed him if he’d have heard him shout his name as he came. “Kill me now.”

“I don’t think there’s any need for that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? It’s perfectly natural. I’m sorry I invaded your privacy, after all it appears that I spent the night in your bed,” he said, stopping himself from adding ‘again’ on the end.

“Oh yeah, about that. You collapsed after you hit your head last night. I called the Headmaster but he just said you needed some rest. I didn’t know the password to your room though so I had to put you in mine. Sorry.”

“It’s quite alright. I thank you for your actions.”

“I suppose I better get up then,” he said, finally pulling the blanket away from his face.

“Then I shall prepare breakfast.”

Wrapping the blanket around his semi-naked form, he sprinted upstairs to the bathroom. Locking the door he sat down heavily on the toilet lid, feeling slightly shaky and weak. Looking down at the tent in the front of his boxers he heaved himself up and walked over to the shower, albeit on shaky legs. Turning it on he stripped out of his boxers and steppe into the frigid spray. The less he thought about it the less he fantasised about it and the less likely he was to do something stupid. Quickly scrubbing himself down and washing his hair, he stepped out, his teeth chattering ever so slightly, grabbed a towel and dried himself with it vigorously until he turned a ruddy pink colour in places.

Walking back to his room he picked out a pair of loose combat trousers and a tight black t-shirt with a bright pink cartoon kitten on the front saying something explicit in Japanese. Where the Headmaster had got the idea from he didn’t know and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. Still at least all his clothes fit him now and they were all pretty tasteful, if a little questionable. Going back downstairs into the kitchen, he went in search of his only vice. Rice Crispies. Five minutes later and having searched all the cupboards, he could find neither hide nor hair of them. Turning on the other man he glared at him.

“What did you do with them?”

“What did I do with what?”

“”My Rice Crispies. There was a full box here before you knocked me out.”

“You were out for nearly two weeks. I tried them and found them to my liking. Quite a bizarre muggle invention really. Popped rice,” he said, muttering the last part.

“YOU ATE THEM!!”

“I believe that is what I just said.”

“You… you… you… how could you!”

“I was hungry.”

“You were hungry! Get something else. No one touches my Rice Crispies!!”

“I’m sure the Headmaster will bring some the next time he comes.”

“That doesn’t help me now though!” he said sitting down at the table to sulk.

“Oh do settle down. Just be grateful you have something else you can eat. You could be starving,” he said, shoving a piece of toast in Harry’s mouth just as he opened it to start ranting again.

Pulling the piece of toast out of his mouth he glared at Severus some more, just for good measure, then reached for the butter, eyeing the plate he could see on the side. Opening the net around his wild magic he could hear an abundance of animals chattering away as they woke up ready for the new day. Finally a plate was set in front of him containing a full English breakfast. Not normally his thing, his stomach growled in delight at the prospect of real food after so long. Tucking in he heard and sensed Hedwig approaching, only to have her land on the chair next to him a few seconds later.

“I hope he gives me the rind” she said happily, looking at his bacon.

He suddenly realised that she didn’t know he could hear her. Cutting the rind from the bacon he pushed it to one side while he finished. When he was done he speared it on his fork and raised it to his mouth.

“He knows that’s my favourite bit. He never eats it,” she whined.

“Maybe I’m just hungry,” he told her.

She screeched in shock and nearly fell off the back of the chair, making Harry laugh out loud. Severus on the other hand looked at her in surprise and raised an eyebrow.

“She didn’t know about the wild magic thing.”

“Oh.”

“You can hear me!”

“Yes.”

“How long have you been able to hear me?”

“That’s the first time.”

“Oh. Are you people then?”

“No. I have wild magic.”

“Oh. Can I have that rind then?”

Harry nearly burst he laughed so much. He happily gave her the rind after that, although he did tell her that she was greedy. On hearing the noise a small furry bundle bounded into the kitchen.

“He’s awake Hedwig, he’s awake,” it said.

“I know Shale,” she mumbled through her mouthful.

“Do you think he’ll play with me?” the kitten asked as he danced hyperactively on and around Harry’s feet.

“I don’t know. Ask him.”

“Don’t be silly Hedwig. He can’t here me.”

“Yes I can,” he said.

Shale squealed and shot out of the room, his tail between his legs. He could hear Hedwig giggling as he laughed and tried to coax the kitten back into the room. Eventually a fuzzy little face appeared around the corner of the door.

“Come on Shale. I’m sorry I scared you… again.”

“I can hear you. You can hear me! How can you hear me? Mummy told me only the wild ones can speak to each other, like me and Hedwig. Are you wild one?” he asked as he crept closer.

“No. I have new magic that lets me talk to you.”

“Oh.”

“Come here Shale.”

Slowly the kitten walked over to him until eventually he could lean down and scoop him up. Holding him in his lap he stroked the soft grey fur and stole a piece of sausage from Severus’ plate for the kitten, earning him a glare in response.

“Better? Not scared now?”

“No, not scared. Will you play with me later?” he asked brightly.

“Later, when I’ve done my training.”

“I’m glad you’re awake Harry. The other man wasn’t much fun. He’d just sit in your room and watch you. I think he was really worried. Are you all right now?”

“His name is Severus and I’m much better now Shale, thank you. Now I can talk to you,” he said as he tickled the kittens belly making him giggle. Giving him a quick cuddle he set him down on the floor and told him not to get into trouble.

“Are things all settled now?” asked Severus.

“Yeah. I’m surprised they didn’t know.”

“Well you said that the other animals only know because the blackbird told them. I doubt he would have told Hedwig or Shale, they’ve been inside the whole time.”

“I suppose so. Anyway what are we doing today?”

“Some light sparring to try and get your muscles back in shape. Then we can try out the extent of your new powers. I think we’ll concentrate on that for now.”

“Ok, let’s get started then,” he said with a smile.


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