Losing little, gaining a lot
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
13,063
Reviews:
30
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Currently Reading:
1
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Disoriented
Authors Note: Wow I can't believe how many reviews I have gotten in just a couple weeks. I wanted to thank every one who reviewed and ask the other 900 + that have read the story to please review and tell me what they think. All right first off I wanted to thank every one for being so nice and patient about the spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I know there are some and I am trying to work them out. See the keyboard I use usually cannot keep up with how fast I type, so sometimes I wind up with letters missing and words running into one another. Be assured though that I am fixing it. Now on with the story.
~~ : Before the paragraph means dreams
** : Before the paragraph means thoughts
Severus's POV
~~ The dementors were restlessly floating along the halls. Severus could feel them sucking every bit of happiness from the place as they were known for. As they passed by his cold, dark cell he curled into a tighter ball,as the cold putrid air got even icier. He had never had many happy memories to begin with, so it only made it easier for the dementors to get to him. Every single happy memory was ripped from him; he was with his mother, while his abusive father was gone on a drinking spree. They were so happy when he was gone, and she would sing the most beautiful songs to him. Most of his happy memories were of his mother.
All of the happy memories dissapeared and left him feeling cold and lonely with nothing but terrible horrors to relive, and relive them he did. Ever single thing Voldomort had ever made him do. Like holding a boy down while the death eaters raped him.A boy who could have been no older that 15. That boy had cried for any body to help him; his mother, his father, any body. Severus had shown no emotion even though it broke his heart to hurt that boy. Of course Voldomort ordered for the boy to be killed, wich only made the feeling of a knife sticking out of his chest worse. However he could show no remorse, because to show remorse or fear mean that he could be discovered; that not only could mean his life, but put many in danger. He would never let that happen.
Every thing felt so horrible, he felt so horrible about the things he had done. He would have to be numb to it all though, and never show fear,be the snarky person every one knew. Why though; he kept asking himself. The dark lord was dead. Harry Potter had killed him finally, and saved the wizarding world just as Trelawny had predicted so long ago. He didn't have to be strong any more. He would probly be dying soon any way. He flinched as he heard a terror filled scream; a pain filled scream. It was the young man in the cell next to his. The gaurds like to rape him every night and Severus wondered some times just how much longer Draco Malfoy would be able to hold out. He wondered when they would come for him.~~
He awoke shaking with tears running down his cheeks. He was disoriented at first wondering where he was and how he had gotten there. ** At least the bed is soft**. He sighed and thought about the last thing he remembered. Potter had given him a soda to settle his stomach. He must have passed out. Suddenly the sound of a door opening startled him. He layed still waiting for something to happen.
" Severus are you alright, you were making a lot of noise. You sounded like you were in pain." Potter asked sounding concerned.
"I am fine Mr.Potter, you need not worry about me" Severus tried to snap, but to his embarrassment it came out sounding thready and weak.
Harry's POV
" Well there is the glimpse of the old Severus I wanted to see" Harry said as he crossed the room and sat on the bed under where Severus had his knees curled. He frowned when Severus jumped.
Harry reached out slowly and gently smoothed Severus hair out of his face. Severus flinched, but Harry didn't move his hand. Severus had to get used to him, because Harry would be damned if Severus was ever going back to Askaban. Slowly Severus relaxed into the touch. It had been so long since some one had touched him with gentleness. Harry smiled as, to his surprise Severus leaned into his hand slightly.
" Severus you don't have to be strong any more. I promised Dumbledore that I would help you and I am going to. I know what you are thinking. You think that I am going to hurt you and be mean. Well I'm not, I am just trying to help. God you smell,you need a bath. I am going to run you a nice hot bath." Harry said with a small smile.
He slowly got up from the bed and went to the connected bathroom to spell steaming water into the large clawfoot tub. Before he went back to the room he put in a few lavender bath salts and a healing potion. When he got back in the room Severus had almost dozed off again. He went over to the bed and gently shook him awake. Severus shot up in bed and gave Harry a terrified look.
" Hey woah its ok it just me. The bath is ready, come on" Harry said while pulling him up from the bed.
Severus's POV
Severus let Potter pull him into the bathroom. To his embarrassment Potter started to pull off his pajama shirt. He timidly put his hands up to stop him.
" I can bathe by myself Mr.Potter," he said.
" Severus you need to get used to me seeing you naked if we are going to fulfill the contract by the end of the week. Besides I would like to wash your hair for you. I have always wondered what it would feel like without it being all greasy from the potions chemicals you were always around." Potter explained.
Severus sighed and reluctantly let Potter undress him. When he was undressed he moaned as he slowly sank into the hot water. From the corner of his eye he saw potter smile at the sound. Surprisingly he did not flinch when he felt a soap covered flannel gently run down his chest. ** That feels kind of nice**, he thought to himself. He just layed there as Potter washed him. After going under for a minute and getting all the soap off, Potter started washing his hair. He had never had his hair washed by any one, but his mother before. It was very nice. Potter would genlty massage his scalp and carefully run his fingers through it to work loose the tangles.
Half asleep, he barely noticed Potter let the water out or pick him up in a large fluffy white towel. He sighed as Potter laid him on the cool bed sheets and cover him up. The last thing he felt before he went to sleep was potter playing in his hair.
Authors Note: Sorry its short. I tried to keep as many mistakes out of it as possible if you see any please put it in a review. I hope every one liked it. Please review and I will try to have another chapter up soon.
~~ : Before the paragraph means dreams
** : Before the paragraph means thoughts
Severus's POV
~~ The dementors were restlessly floating along the halls. Severus could feel them sucking every bit of happiness from the place as they were known for. As they passed by his cold, dark cell he curled into a tighter ball,as the cold putrid air got even icier. He had never had many happy memories to begin with, so it only made it easier for the dementors to get to him. Every single happy memory was ripped from him; he was with his mother, while his abusive father was gone on a drinking spree. They were so happy when he was gone, and she would sing the most beautiful songs to him. Most of his happy memories were of his mother.
All of the happy memories dissapeared and left him feeling cold and lonely with nothing but terrible horrors to relive, and relive them he did. Ever single thing Voldomort had ever made him do. Like holding a boy down while the death eaters raped him.A boy who could have been no older that 15. That boy had cried for any body to help him; his mother, his father, any body. Severus had shown no emotion even though it broke his heart to hurt that boy. Of course Voldomort ordered for the boy to be killed, wich only made the feeling of a knife sticking out of his chest worse. However he could show no remorse, because to show remorse or fear mean that he could be discovered; that not only could mean his life, but put many in danger. He would never let that happen.
Every thing felt so horrible, he felt so horrible about the things he had done. He would have to be numb to it all though, and never show fear,be the snarky person every one knew. Why though; he kept asking himself. The dark lord was dead. Harry Potter had killed him finally, and saved the wizarding world just as Trelawny had predicted so long ago. He didn't have to be strong any more. He would probly be dying soon any way. He flinched as he heard a terror filled scream; a pain filled scream. It was the young man in the cell next to his. The gaurds like to rape him every night and Severus wondered some times just how much longer Draco Malfoy would be able to hold out. He wondered when they would come for him.~~
He awoke shaking with tears running down his cheeks. He was disoriented at first wondering where he was and how he had gotten there. ** At least the bed is soft**. He sighed and thought about the last thing he remembered. Potter had given him a soda to settle his stomach. He must have passed out. Suddenly the sound of a door opening startled him. He layed still waiting for something to happen.
" Severus are you alright, you were making a lot of noise. You sounded like you were in pain." Potter asked sounding concerned.
"I am fine Mr.Potter, you need not worry about me" Severus tried to snap, but to his embarrassment it came out sounding thready and weak.
Harry's POV
" Well there is the glimpse of the old Severus I wanted to see" Harry said as he crossed the room and sat on the bed under where Severus had his knees curled. He frowned when Severus jumped.
Harry reached out slowly and gently smoothed Severus hair out of his face. Severus flinched, but Harry didn't move his hand. Severus had to get used to him, because Harry would be damned if Severus was ever going back to Askaban. Slowly Severus relaxed into the touch. It had been so long since some one had touched him with gentleness. Harry smiled as, to his surprise Severus leaned into his hand slightly.
" Severus you don't have to be strong any more. I promised Dumbledore that I would help you and I am going to. I know what you are thinking. You think that I am going to hurt you and be mean. Well I'm not, I am just trying to help. God you smell,you need a bath. I am going to run you a nice hot bath." Harry said with a small smile.
He slowly got up from the bed and went to the connected bathroom to spell steaming water into the large clawfoot tub. Before he went back to the room he put in a few lavender bath salts and a healing potion. When he got back in the room Severus had almost dozed off again. He went over to the bed and gently shook him awake. Severus shot up in bed and gave Harry a terrified look.
" Hey woah its ok it just me. The bath is ready, come on" Harry said while pulling him up from the bed.
Severus's POV
Severus let Potter pull him into the bathroom. To his embarrassment Potter started to pull off his pajama shirt. He timidly put his hands up to stop him.
" I can bathe by myself Mr.Potter," he said.
" Severus you need to get used to me seeing you naked if we are going to fulfill the contract by the end of the week. Besides I would like to wash your hair for you. I have always wondered what it would feel like without it being all greasy from the potions chemicals you were always around." Potter explained.
Severus sighed and reluctantly let Potter undress him. When he was undressed he moaned as he slowly sank into the hot water. From the corner of his eye he saw potter smile at the sound. Surprisingly he did not flinch when he felt a soap covered flannel gently run down his chest. ** That feels kind of nice**, he thought to himself. He just layed there as Potter washed him. After going under for a minute and getting all the soap off, Potter started washing his hair. He had never had his hair washed by any one, but his mother before. It was very nice. Potter would genlty massage his scalp and carefully run his fingers through it to work loose the tangles.
Half asleep, he barely noticed Potter let the water out or pick him up in a large fluffy white towel. He sighed as Potter laid him on the cool bed sheets and cover him up. The last thing he felt before he went to sleep was potter playing in his hair.
Authors Note: Sorry its short. I tried to keep as many mistakes out of it as possible if you see any please put it in a review. I hope every one liked it. Please review and I will try to have another chapter up soon.