Cupid Painted Blind

Chapter 2 “A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool”


Days turned into weeks and the deluge of specialists that hastened to Hogwarts to do what they could for the boy who lived slowly thinned out along with the hope that had buoyed them.

The boy *man* was still insentient. Scans revealed internal healing of bones and tissue to satisfactory condition but why he had not regained consciousness or even if he ever would were questions that even the bravest could not answer.

Snape had watched from a distance at first in awe of the medical profession and then with rising disgust. Five weeks and the thorn in his side had become a pain in his heart, allowing this farce to continue was more than he could endure.

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“Severus, I understand what you are asking of me, but do you understand what you are asking?” Snape nodded. He had spread his emotions like cards upon the table and just didn’t trust one more word to fall unquestioned by tears.

“This above all else, to thine own self be true” Victor cautioned. One long look at Snape confirmed that his mind was made up; this was the choice which he would live and die for, what he considered right against any and all odds.

“Then we must go, better three hours too soon than one minute too late”

Snape apparated them to the edge of the wards and unchallenged they walked through. In order to achieve Snapes hearts desire all must be conducted quickly, quietly and secretly.

Snape spelled them into a hall near the Medi-ward and walked in alone to clear the way. Certainly it was the wrong time of night for anyone to be around but caution had always been a friend of his. Assured that no one was fussing around and that Harry was unguarded Snape brought Victor to his bedside.

“If you can look to the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me” sighed Victor gazing upon the pale almost lifeless form of Harry.

It took only a few fleeting moments but the kiss bestowed would last forever its repercussions felt figuratively around the world.

Victor gently held the perplexing man he loved with his cursed soul, knowing that Snape’s heart was elsewhere but also that a little piece would always belong to him. A tender touch and they would part although this night would bind them all so much closer than either would care to admit, here and now.

Lips brushed in fleeting memories of passionate nights, breathe caught and tongues sought reassurance. For just a little while they stood forehead to forehead remembering. Then, in a gentle murmur of silk and linen Victor was gone.

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With a leaden heart Snape observed Harry’s peaceful form. So much responsibility heaped upon such young shoulders, to be labelled and have the world know everything about you before you even knew it yourself was just so cold, so cruel.

That Dumbledore left this child *man* floundering unloved and unwanted when any wizard family would have embraced him with love and respect was far beyond the pale. Yet against all the sins committed even in the name of love, was it possible could this evening be justified.

Chastely Snape lent in and kissed the too cold lips of the man in whom his own heart beat. A curtain of long black silken hair drew around to frame their faces making them the only ones in their universe.

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Morning chased shadows across the vast gardens of Hogwarts. Flowers sparkled with dew and cobwebs became chandeliers. The song of birds drifted on the breeze a sweet symphony to life.

Like the unfolding of a rare bloom a life too long languishing emerged from sleep into darkness.

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