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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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20
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15,472
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100
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Fruitcake
CHAPTER 20
In the dark world of his dream he felt the swirling pull of apparition before he was deposited in the hazy, over exposed world. It took a moment for him to realize where he was but when it sank in he smiled. He felt different, abstract almost as if he wasn’t really here. The room was blue, beautiful baby blue. A nightlight rotated slowly over a cradle, its bumblebee motif’s creating pretty shadows on the walls. This world was silent, devoid of sound like the noise had not yet caught up with time. He was sure his feet didn’t touch the ground as he stepped over to the cradle. He knew this face, knew this mirror of himself so well. Tiny little feet kicked at a blanket and small hands grasped at nothing. From behind him a whisper of air and the slight shudder of the vision told him someone else was here.
Lily.
His mother looked frightened, the fear radiating from her eyes as she rushed through him to the cradle. Silently he watched as he was picked up from the blankets, his mother’s prone form protecting that of her child as the vision erupted in an emerald green light. He knew the sounds of her screams, had nightmares about them since he was small. Yet in the silence of this world he seemed strangely detached as he watched his mother collapse on the ground her eyes falling closed as her hold on her baby fell limp. Harry knew this part very well as he watched dark figure descend on him. A strange compulsion however made him raise his hand the world shuddering to a pause. The vision crackled at the edges as he approached the dark figure that was frozen in the moment, his wand pressed to the child’s temple.
‘Not this time.’ His voice was the only sound that echoed in the vision as he slipped the wand free of the dark figures grasp and turned it on Tom Riddle. ‘Avada Kedavra.’ The world unfroze in that second and sound seemed to rush in from all around him like a swirling vortex. Rushing like the wind he watched as the vision rushed away from him only to be replaced by another, and another and another. As if he was living his life all over again the visions came faster and faster, his presence within them as the abstract being never shifting as event after event in his short life was rapidly relived. The visions were going so fast now that he couldn’t distinguish between them, their blur turning into a bright white light before his eyes that he was being pulled sharply towards. The light seemed to be sucking away his breath, tearing it from his lungs and robbing him of air. His eyes went wide with fear as he was sucked into the white light, an explosion blinding him as he burst through it….
Harry sucked in a great breath of air as his body went rigid and he shot up from bed. Almost instantly a pair of hands was pushing him back down, a soothing cold cloth pressed over his forehead. Gasping for breath and shaking from head to foot Harry could see nothing until his eyes began to adjust to the new lighting. As the sparkles of the corners of his vision began to dissipate his surroundings began to come into focus. Someone was hovering above him, a podgy rose-cheeked face was pushed close to his own.
“Harry?” The voice sounded distant and quiet and he shook his head from side to side trying to hear properly. “Harry?” The voice was getting closer now and louder. “Harry!” This time he heard the voice perfectly and instantly recognized it.
“Longbottom?” Harry didn’t think his voice should sound like that, the words seeming foreign in his own mouth. The podgy face above his smiled widely and nodded as another cold wet cloth was placed over his forehead again.
“Well fuck me.” Harry stiffened a little in confusion as the wizard hovering above him cupped his face in his cold hands and closely stared into Harry’s eyes. “Never in my life…” The wizard trailed off and Harry distantly heard footsteps before some more faces appeared hovering over him. Harry couldn’t put names to the faces but he knew he should know of them, one in particular he should have known very well.
Severus Snape sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, and stared into Harry’s eyes in wonder somewhat surprised that the boy stared back at him. Harry blinked a little as the dark haired man with no name reached up and pressed a soft hand to his cheek.
“Balance.” Harry didn’t understand the meaning of the word but he knew he felt safe when the man leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Severus pulled back and smiled into the unique eyes of Harry Potter. One green, one amber yellow. “Perfect.” Relaxation swept over Harry then, and for what seemed like the first time in years he fell into a true deep sleep, a sleep only one with not a care in the world could ever achieve.
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“Hand Draco the syrup love, he looks desperate.” Harry rolled his eyes as he glanced across at the blonde who was frantically underlining the word syrup on his note pad as he pushed it into Harry’s face. Reaching across the table Harry pushed the syrup bottle over to the blonde who threw his hands up in the air with a mock display of relief. “Are you both going out with Lucius and Severus today?” Mrs. Weasley inquired watching as Draco nodded as he poured a generous helping of syrup onto his pancakes.
“Yeah, Mr. Weasley says it’s about time I got on a broom again.” Harry smiled up at his surrogate mother, her kind eyes sparkling in warmth as she nodded in agreement of her husbands comment. It had been over 12 months now since Harry had returned from the dead. 12 months since time had been shifted on it’s axis and balance had been restored in Harry’s fragile existence. Things had changed a lot in that time, the new Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley had reformed the laws. Severus had been granted clemency for his crimes, as had Lucius Malfoy. Harry had escaped relatively lightly considering what he’d done. A gold tracking device around his ankle was the only sign of what he’d done 12 months previous. It was designed to keep track of him, and his use of magic ensuring that at all times the Ministry knew where he was and what he was doing. It was a small price to pay for his freedom so Harry didn’t mind the intrusion into his life.
“Indeed it is Harry, I’m tired of Ron complaining he hasn’t anyone to practice Quidditch with.” Harry smiled at the mention of his best friend. Ron had been one of the lucky Auror’s not killed by the Banshee at the siege in Hogsmeade. If the red haired boy had learnt anything in his time at Hogwart’s it was how to survive even the worst of situations. He and Hermione were living in a flat in London together just around the corner from Grimmauld Place, where Lupin and Tonks were still residing. Harry visited them as often as he could but he ultimately preferred the Weasley’s burrow in the country. “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to try it Harry.” Harry finished his toast and shrugged his shoulders at Mrs. Weasley. It had been hard to re learn everything he’d been taught about magic. He’d rediscovered an entirely new side of himself, a dark side he’d not ever dealt with before. His magic had changed too. Before he’d just used his magic how he could but now he was being forced to consciously make the decision of what sort of magic he was using and how it was going to affect those it was aimed at. He’d made the mistake of not thinking about his magic before using it twice so far, both with tragic consequences. He’d nearly killed Draco in an innocent argument and he’d practically turned himself into a puddle of goo having watched Lucius and Snape kiss at his birthday party. It was difficult finding the balance between his internal struggle with light and dark magic but Harry was slowly getting the hang of it.
“Drink, I’m late for work!” Harry nearly jumped out of his chair as the fireplace in the Weasley’s kitchen ignited and a flustered looking Neville Longbottom stepped out and shoved a greenish colored water in a goblet into Harry’s hand. Neville had become Harry’s personal physician, insisting that he keep Harry’s health in check. Essentially this meant drinking and eating horrible plant concoctions the Herbologist had made for him. Rolling his eyes Harry downed the liquid, fighting the urge to heave as he handed back the glass. “Hi Mrs. Weasley, 7.30 for dinner tonight alright?” Neville was already stepping back into the floo network as he waved to Mrs. Weasley who chuckled and nodded in agreement just before Neville disappeared again.
‘Complete Fruitcake.’ Draco scribbled quickly on his notepad and held it up to Harry who rolled his eyes and nodded. Neville was eccentric but he was a close friend and Harry wouldn’t have him any other way. It had been Neville that had nursed him back to health after the siege in Hogsmeade and it had been Neville who’d convinced Arthur that sometimes in the world you have to commit crimes for things to be put right.
“Right out the two of you.” Mrs. Weasley snapped as she grabbed both the boy’s arms and having thrust a packed picnic hamper in Draco’s arms and two broomsticks into Harry’s tossed them both out the back door and into the garden. Harry knew why they’d been thrown out, it was a major family dinner tonight and Mrs. Weasley wanted everything clean, tidy and ready. With a sigh Harry handed Draco his broom and between them carried the picnic hamper down towards the lake where Lucius and Severus would most likely be still deep in dueling practice.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N *sits staring at computer screen blankly* Alas I\'m afraid my muse has abadoned me on the ending of this story, so I\'m on my own here....so it could be a few more weeks before I come up with anything plausible...still hope you\'re enjoying reading it still and I will endeavour to finish it ASAP.
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
In the dark world of his dream he felt the swirling pull of apparition before he was deposited in the hazy, over exposed world. It took a moment for him to realize where he was but when it sank in he smiled. He felt different, abstract almost as if he wasn’t really here. The room was blue, beautiful baby blue. A nightlight rotated slowly over a cradle, its bumblebee motif’s creating pretty shadows on the walls. This world was silent, devoid of sound like the noise had not yet caught up with time. He was sure his feet didn’t touch the ground as he stepped over to the cradle. He knew this face, knew this mirror of himself so well. Tiny little feet kicked at a blanket and small hands grasped at nothing. From behind him a whisper of air and the slight shudder of the vision told him someone else was here.
Lily.
His mother looked frightened, the fear radiating from her eyes as she rushed through him to the cradle. Silently he watched as he was picked up from the blankets, his mother’s prone form protecting that of her child as the vision erupted in an emerald green light. He knew the sounds of her screams, had nightmares about them since he was small. Yet in the silence of this world he seemed strangely detached as he watched his mother collapse on the ground her eyes falling closed as her hold on her baby fell limp. Harry knew this part very well as he watched dark figure descend on him. A strange compulsion however made him raise his hand the world shuddering to a pause. The vision crackled at the edges as he approached the dark figure that was frozen in the moment, his wand pressed to the child’s temple.
‘Not this time.’ His voice was the only sound that echoed in the vision as he slipped the wand free of the dark figures grasp and turned it on Tom Riddle. ‘Avada Kedavra.’ The world unfroze in that second and sound seemed to rush in from all around him like a swirling vortex. Rushing like the wind he watched as the vision rushed away from him only to be replaced by another, and another and another. As if he was living his life all over again the visions came faster and faster, his presence within them as the abstract being never shifting as event after event in his short life was rapidly relived. The visions were going so fast now that he couldn’t distinguish between them, their blur turning into a bright white light before his eyes that he was being pulled sharply towards. The light seemed to be sucking away his breath, tearing it from his lungs and robbing him of air. His eyes went wide with fear as he was sucked into the white light, an explosion blinding him as he burst through it….
Harry sucked in a great breath of air as his body went rigid and he shot up from bed. Almost instantly a pair of hands was pushing him back down, a soothing cold cloth pressed over his forehead. Gasping for breath and shaking from head to foot Harry could see nothing until his eyes began to adjust to the new lighting. As the sparkles of the corners of his vision began to dissipate his surroundings began to come into focus. Someone was hovering above him, a podgy rose-cheeked face was pushed close to his own.
“Harry?” The voice sounded distant and quiet and he shook his head from side to side trying to hear properly. “Harry?” The voice was getting closer now and louder. “Harry!” This time he heard the voice perfectly and instantly recognized it.
“Longbottom?” Harry didn’t think his voice should sound like that, the words seeming foreign in his own mouth. The podgy face above his smiled widely and nodded as another cold wet cloth was placed over his forehead again.
“Well fuck me.” Harry stiffened a little in confusion as the wizard hovering above him cupped his face in his cold hands and closely stared into Harry’s eyes. “Never in my life…” The wizard trailed off and Harry distantly heard footsteps before some more faces appeared hovering over him. Harry couldn’t put names to the faces but he knew he should know of them, one in particular he should have known very well.
Severus Snape sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, and stared into Harry’s eyes in wonder somewhat surprised that the boy stared back at him. Harry blinked a little as the dark haired man with no name reached up and pressed a soft hand to his cheek.
“Balance.” Harry didn’t understand the meaning of the word but he knew he felt safe when the man leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Severus pulled back and smiled into the unique eyes of Harry Potter. One green, one amber yellow. “Perfect.” Relaxation swept over Harry then, and for what seemed like the first time in years he fell into a true deep sleep, a sleep only one with not a care in the world could ever achieve.
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“Hand Draco the syrup love, he looks desperate.” Harry rolled his eyes as he glanced across at the blonde who was frantically underlining the word syrup on his note pad as he pushed it into Harry’s face. Reaching across the table Harry pushed the syrup bottle over to the blonde who threw his hands up in the air with a mock display of relief. “Are you both going out with Lucius and Severus today?” Mrs. Weasley inquired watching as Draco nodded as he poured a generous helping of syrup onto his pancakes.
“Yeah, Mr. Weasley says it’s about time I got on a broom again.” Harry smiled up at his surrogate mother, her kind eyes sparkling in warmth as she nodded in agreement of her husbands comment. It had been over 12 months now since Harry had returned from the dead. 12 months since time had been shifted on it’s axis and balance had been restored in Harry’s fragile existence. Things had changed a lot in that time, the new Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley had reformed the laws. Severus had been granted clemency for his crimes, as had Lucius Malfoy. Harry had escaped relatively lightly considering what he’d done. A gold tracking device around his ankle was the only sign of what he’d done 12 months previous. It was designed to keep track of him, and his use of magic ensuring that at all times the Ministry knew where he was and what he was doing. It was a small price to pay for his freedom so Harry didn’t mind the intrusion into his life.
“Indeed it is Harry, I’m tired of Ron complaining he hasn’t anyone to practice Quidditch with.” Harry smiled at the mention of his best friend. Ron had been one of the lucky Auror’s not killed by the Banshee at the siege in Hogsmeade. If the red haired boy had learnt anything in his time at Hogwart’s it was how to survive even the worst of situations. He and Hermione were living in a flat in London together just around the corner from Grimmauld Place, where Lupin and Tonks were still residing. Harry visited them as often as he could but he ultimately preferred the Weasley’s burrow in the country. “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to try it Harry.” Harry finished his toast and shrugged his shoulders at Mrs. Weasley. It had been hard to re learn everything he’d been taught about magic. He’d rediscovered an entirely new side of himself, a dark side he’d not ever dealt with before. His magic had changed too. Before he’d just used his magic how he could but now he was being forced to consciously make the decision of what sort of magic he was using and how it was going to affect those it was aimed at. He’d made the mistake of not thinking about his magic before using it twice so far, both with tragic consequences. He’d nearly killed Draco in an innocent argument and he’d practically turned himself into a puddle of goo having watched Lucius and Snape kiss at his birthday party. It was difficult finding the balance between his internal struggle with light and dark magic but Harry was slowly getting the hang of it.
“Drink, I’m late for work!” Harry nearly jumped out of his chair as the fireplace in the Weasley’s kitchen ignited and a flustered looking Neville Longbottom stepped out and shoved a greenish colored water in a goblet into Harry’s hand. Neville had become Harry’s personal physician, insisting that he keep Harry’s health in check. Essentially this meant drinking and eating horrible plant concoctions the Herbologist had made for him. Rolling his eyes Harry downed the liquid, fighting the urge to heave as he handed back the glass. “Hi Mrs. Weasley, 7.30 for dinner tonight alright?” Neville was already stepping back into the floo network as he waved to Mrs. Weasley who chuckled and nodded in agreement just before Neville disappeared again.
‘Complete Fruitcake.’ Draco scribbled quickly on his notepad and held it up to Harry who rolled his eyes and nodded. Neville was eccentric but he was a close friend and Harry wouldn’t have him any other way. It had been Neville that had nursed him back to health after the siege in Hogsmeade and it had been Neville who’d convinced Arthur that sometimes in the world you have to commit crimes for things to be put right.
“Right out the two of you.” Mrs. Weasley snapped as she grabbed both the boy’s arms and having thrust a packed picnic hamper in Draco’s arms and two broomsticks into Harry’s tossed them both out the back door and into the garden. Harry knew why they’d been thrown out, it was a major family dinner tonight and Mrs. Weasley wanted everything clean, tidy and ready. With a sigh Harry handed Draco his broom and between them carried the picnic hamper down towards the lake where Lucius and Severus would most likely be still deep in dueling practice.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N *sits staring at computer screen blankly* Alas I\'m afraid my muse has abadoned me on the ending of this story, so I\'m on my own here....so it could be a few more weeks before I come up with anything plausible...still hope you\'re enjoying reading it still and I will endeavour to finish it ASAP.
Cheers
RIFFRAFF