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I Understand Now...

By: cakeordeath27
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 4
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Diligo Eternus


Disclaimer: I still don't own the potterverse. Only the plot is mine, and I'm not making any money off of it.

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Chapter 2

Harry ran from the great hall the second his feel touched the ground. He had to find Severus. And Albus. Oh Merlin, he hoped he wasn’t too late.

He was torn. Should he retrieve Albus first? His head told him that that would probably be the more sensible thing to do. His heart however had other ideas. Making up his mind, Harry took off towards the dungeons as fast as his feet would carry him.

He got to Severus’ chamber door just as he was remembering that he didn’t know the new password. There wasn’t anyway that severus had kept their password after his impromptu departure, was there?

“Diligo eternus” he whispered, hoping against hope. Nothing happened.

“Diligo eternus!” he said a little louder. Still, nothing happened.

“DILIGO ETERNUS!” Harry practically screamed. The entrance stayed sealed shut. Fuck. Now what?

By this point, Harry was in tears. He was so frustrated; all he wanted was in the door! Was that so much to ask? He started to rant out loud to himself. So out of sorts was he that he didn’t even notice when he slipped into parseltongue.

“I just want in that godforsaken door!” The words hissed, catching the attention of a small black snake sitting in the portrait guarding Snape’s chambers. Much to Harry’s surprise, the door creaked open.

Quickly containing his shock, Harry rushed into the chambers. What he saw nearly made his heart stop.

Severus was lying in a pool of his own blood, slash marks on his wrists. His chest wasn’t rising or falling. Ironically enough, his face held the most passive and relaxed look Harry had even seen on the stern Potions Master.

Harry wanting nothing more than to stop thinking at that point in time. Sadly his brain was being mutinous. Severus was dead, and it was all his fault. He had never hated himself as much as he did right now. All of the Professor’s harsh words about him being a foolish Gryffindor came rushing back. Suddenly, they were vindicated. His uncle was right as well. He was a freak. What normal sane person could possibly do this to the one person they truly loved? Harry Potter really was a completely worthless waste of matter. Heartbroken, Harry threw himself on Severus’ body, shaking with the force of his tears. All he noticed was a strange silver haze and the faint smell of lemon drops in the air before he succumbed to unconsciousness.

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When Harry awoke, he was back in his bed in the hospital wing. He tried to call the Matron to alert her to his semi-conscious state, but his voice stubbornly refused to cooperate. He would have gotten up and walked to her office, were it not for his limbs that were currently acting as though they had been boiled along with the spaghetti. Was there a worse feeling than having limp noodles for arms? Apparently Harry was stuck there for the time being. Sighing, he idly wondered what he had done to land himself in the Hogwarts Infirmary this time.

About 15 minutes later, Poppy Pomfrey appeared at his bedside, followed closely by the Headmaster. She preformed a brief examination, and administered the proper potions.

“Harry dear, how are you feeling? I’m sure that you’re a little upset over what happened to Severus, but never you mind. All will right itself eventually.”

Harry was baffled. “Why would I care what happened to that slimy git anyway?”

Poppy looked shocked. Albus turned to her and said "Remember what time it is" before turning back to Harry.

“Harry, I know you two have your differences, but really.” Albus admonished.

Well, I guess he has saved my life in the past. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Nothing too horrible happened, I hope?”

“Oh dear. You mean you really don’t remember?”

"Poppy, I told you that he wouldn't."

"Yes, Headmaster... I was just reluctant to believe you."

“Remember what?” Once again, Harry was feeling distinctly out of the loop.

“Let me fetch you a calming potion, Harry. After Albus gets done with explaining this, you’re going to need it.”

Tbc..


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