Evil in His Mind

A/N still don\'t own the characters but I swear I\'m asking rowling really nice to give them to me. somehow I think she mgith decline.


Black cloak wrapped tight around Snape as he cast one last look back at his sleeping godson before the door swung shut. The end of the war should have signaled the end of his servitude to Hogwarts but that pale boy curled up on his couch, his home work resting on the floor beside him, kept him chained here still patrolling the halls.

It seemed that so little had changed in these halls. Children still snuck out of their dorms late at night to cause havoc despite all the danger they had seen. Aaa… but there is a difference thought Snape. Students no longer left their dorms after hours in the carefree ways they would have. Now they did it to challenge their fear of the shadows around the corner. But the ‘shadows’ that they are all afraid of had been destroyed, defeated by the strange dark haired boy who now graced their halls by artfully staying out of sight. The same boy that when noticed is cringed away from…. Snape shook his head as if to rid himself from unwanted thoughts and turned his mind back to his surroundings.

The halls were quiet and dark. No movement issued from any corridor letting Snape’s mind move back into previous tangents much to his dismay. Harry Potter, a name that had once brought hatred to mind now brought worry. The small boy no longer talked, and when he did it seemed to only be to himself. The young man who had once been there Pillar on Strength; the leader of the light side seemed to be withering away. Snape was sure the boy was coming close to overdose and addiction to dreamless sleep and would have to be cut off soon. And if that potion was all that was holding the boy together what would be left after that.

Snapes thoughts came to a quick stop as he noticed the door of the great hall slightly ajar. Moving with a quiet grace that his years as a spy had left him he moved himself into the hall. In the chair of his once best friend sat none other than the very person of his thoughts. Harry, with his knees brought to his chest sat rocking back and forth. The closer Snape drew the more the image disturbed him; tears streamed down Harry’s cheeks out of glazed sleeping eyes. His finger nails dug into his arms in a desperate attempt to hold himself together, causing blood to steam down from the self inflected wounds.

“Harry… Harry Stop”. Getting no response Snape reached a hand out to the boys shoulder. He could practically hear the sound as Harry’s head snapped around fear glowing in his eyes.

“NO…. no…. please. I tried, I did, she…she was so far away. They saw me, I’m sorry, so sorry. No more, sorry…sorry. They know… my friends… they know I didn’t know I couldn’t help… friends… sorry” Snape shuttered as Harry fell back into sobs. Oh how he wished that he could hurt those dumb Weasleys and that know it all mudblood. Harry needed them and they were shunning him, and why? Because they lost people in the war. It was a war for merlins sake and they weren’t the only ones to loss someone.

A small sigh emitted from the boy that Snapes hand was soothingly stroking and with a glace it was apparent that Harry had fallen into a dreamless sleep. After a brief debate with himself, Snape scooped Harry up and headed to the dungeons so that he could keep a close eye on him.
Draco, it seemed, had settled to sleep on the only bed that furnished Snapes rooms and out of basic need the dark clad man tucked Harry in on the other side and settled into his recent and frequently used sleeping place on the couch.

A/N I was asked the first time around if it would be a h/s/d and I\'ll tell you now that its not...sadly. first story so I\'m just sticking with the two together. snape falls under the father figure type for both boys though