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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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CHAPTER 26
“…’bout time you saw fit to grace us with your presence again.” Harry opened his eyes and was slightly taken back by the iridescent blue eyes staring at him, mere inches from his face. “You do realize that while you’ve been flat out on your back close to death, some of us have had to do work.” As Harry’s eyes focused he slowly became aware of a mop of blonde hair and a large wide smile on the very familiar face hovering above him. As awareness and movement seemed to seep back into his body so too came the familiar longing sensation in his body. Instinctively Harry glanced to his right. There was a chair beside his bed, a pillow, a blanket and a potions magazine were abandoned in it. Looking back at his blonde friend Harry managed to croak out a singular word.
“Severus.” His voice was weak, strained and raw and he winced at the wretched sound he made. Draco seemed to understand and rolled his eyes playfully.
“That git is downstairs getting something to eat by order of the headmaster, but he’ll be back up in a bit. I’d go and tell them you’re awake but his royal grumpiness told me not to leave your side until he got back.” Harry managed a smile as he watched Draco sit down properly on the edge of his bed, crossing his legs and picking up Harry’s hand to rest in his own. Harry gave Draco’s hand a light squeeze glad that he had movement in his body, which ached all over. “He’ll be glad your awake hasn’t slept in a week, and lost about 3 kilos.” Harry listened easily to Draco’s banter almost glad to hear his friend’s voice after the silent pictures of his nightmares. He could remember what happened but it was all in disjointed pictures he couldn’t make sense of. “You know you really do look different, it’s quite disturbing seeing you without….” Draco reached gently up to Harry’s forehead and softly ran the tips of his fingers over the clear skin now on Harry’s temple. Harry’s eyes widened impossibly at what Draco was suggesting. Seeing his friend’s worry, Draco helped Harry reach up and feel for himself his own forehead, now free of the scar he’d once carried.
“…gone.” Harry whispered in disbelief his voice still raw.
“Yeah but that’s not all that’s gone. Severus’ mark is gone too, although his is really nasty, all infected and cut up but yours is smooth just a little pink with new skin.” Draco smiled at Harry as the boy drew his hand back down to Harry’s side. “And now old Voldemort’s gone too, it’s like a party around this place 24-7. Everyone’s so happy, it’s almost sickening. When you’re better we can go back to Hogwart’s too, it’s still being re built in places but it’s basically the same.” Harry smiled again before glancing towards the door as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside. “That’ll be the nasty bastard, I’ll bet you 10 knuts he snaps at me for not coming and getting him.” Draco smiled knowingly at Harry as he stood up from the bed, just as a familiar tall dark figure strode angrily into the room, carrying a silver tray of what Harry assumed was breakfast.
“Try and hand feed me like a mule, old bat!” Harry managed a weak smile as a sense of relief washed over him at hearing Severus’ normal sarcastic drawl. Slamming the door to the bedroom closed Severus turned around slowly, obviously intending to snap at Draco but no sooner had he turned around and his eyes had met Harry’s green ones than the anger seemed to fall away from his face instantly. “Potter?” Without really realizing what he was doing, Snape pushed the tray forcefully into Draco’s arms as he strode over to Harry’s bedside where he sat down promptly. “How are you feeling?” His touch was like silk on Harry’s aching body, as the man drew up his long, potion stained fingers and dragged them carefully across the boy’s forehead.
“Fine.” Harry managed to croak out, his eyes automatically closing as he nuzzled into Severus’ palm resting on his cheek. Above him Harry heard Severus breath out deeply, almost with a sigh of relief before the man spoke again.
“I should think you are, two weeks you’ve been out cold, what do you think this is a holiday camp?!” Severus snapped sarcastically at Harry who smiled again noting the small distinction the professor made in his voice, which told Harry he was teasing. Snape stood up from the bed and Harry tried not to whimper when he felt the man’s touch leave his. “Draco go downstairs and inform the headmaster Potter has awoken.” Draco smiled at Harry and then with a short nod disappeared from the room leaving Snape and Harry alone. As soon as the door had swung closed behind Draco Snape spun around from where he’d stalked over to the window a moment before. “You should know before the rabble arrives that I took a risk. A calculated risk but a risk all the same, that had it all gone pear shaped you would not still be with us. I’d like to apologies to you for my somewhat heavy handedness in my execution of that risk.” Harry nodded feeling the uncontrollable urge to just pull Snape to him and wrap his body around the thin frame of his elder. Seeing Harry struggling to talk Severus assumed the boy was in pain and striding over to the bedside cabinet selected a potion from the rack and helped the boy drink it down. “That should help.” The potion worked immediately and Harry felt instantly more alive, and less sore. Severus was helping him sit up when the door to the room flung open and everyone began streaming inside, excitedly chatting away. Harry felt somewhat disappointed when Severus backed away from him, retreating to stand by the window as Harry was engulfed in people.
Harry was exhausted by the time everyone had hugged and spoken to him before being shooed out of the room by the headmaster. Eventually when the ‘rabble’ as Severus had described them had gone, only three people now remained in the room. Albus, Severus and Paris. Harry had instantly recognized his friend, although he wore clothes now and was strangely devoid of the silver collar around his neck. Upon seeing Paris Harry had reached up to his own neck, half expecting to feel the familiar cold metal wrapped around his throat, but it was gone.
“How are you feeling Harry, and be honest?” Albus sat himself down on the end of Harry’s bed, the man’s hand resting gently over the boy’s feet beneath the blankets. Severus still stood with his back to them by the window, and Paris stood next to him the boy having shuffled around the room as the last of the rabble had left.
“Tired and sore…” Harry whispered his voice sounding far better than it had previously. Harry was feeling something else as well but remained silent on the subject instead glancing almost jealously across at where Paris was now resting his head against Severus arm, and the man was allowing it. Dumbledore followed Harry’s gaze, having sensed the lingering at the end of Harry’s sentence.
“You can say it Harry, it is to be expected.” Harry turned his gaze back to Dumbledore and sighed heavily.
“It’s such a weird feeling to wake up and crave….well you know crave him. It’s quite disturbing actually.” Harry nervously twisted his hands in his lap as he watched Severus turn around Paris obediently following him over to Harry’s bedside.
“As I would imagine it would be to most people Potter.” Harry looked sympathetically up at Severus, wondering if he’d just seen a flash of hurt behind those obsidian eyes.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I just want control of my life back isn’t there a potion that can fix it?” Harry glanced from Snape to Dumbledore and then back watching almost hopefully as the two men exchanged glances.
“There is a potion that will reverse the effects of a ‘constantine’ potion but it is extremely….” Dumbledore paused as if looking for the right word, and glanced to Severus for help.
“Violent on the system.” Severus supplied acidly, finishing Albus sentence for him. Harry winced at the prospect but then he supposed nothing could be worse than the pain he’d suffered at the hands of Julius.
“A far better option Harry is to just let the potion run its natural course. It will eventually wear off, within a month or two.” Harry stared at Albus in disbelief before shaking his head in refusal.
“A month or two! No way, I can’t be crawling all over him like a…..” Harry bit his tongue as he watched Paris cower slightly behind Severus in protection. “…well it doesn’t matter I just want this feeling gone, give me the potion.” Harry turn his attention on Albus who sighed heavily as if ready to give into him but Snape stopped Albus from rising.
“No. You’re far too weak to survive the effects the counter potion will have on your body, you will just have to deal with it.” Harry was stunned as he watched Snape fold his arms determinedly over his chest, his eyebrow rising, almost daring Harry to challenge his decision. Harry stared at Snape for a long time the pair of them staring each other down until finally Harry relented and lowered his head against his chest. The craving for Severus touch was making him feel ill to the stomach and he groaned as he lay down. Almost instantly Snape was sitting on the edge of the bed his rough fingertips coming up to brush a gentle line down Harry’s cheek. The churning of Harry’s stomach abated immediately and the boy almost embarrassingly nuzzled into the man’s palm. “If you fight it Potter it will take longer to leave your system. Until such time as the school is fully restored you will stay here, with myself, Paris, Draco and Lupin. The close proximity of us being in the house together should allow you freedom without causing you anguish until the potion has completely left your system.” Harry nodded carefully the familiar pull of sleep making Severus’ voice sound very far away. “Sleep Potter, the sooner you wake the better you’ll feel…” Severus voice trailed off to nothing, and Harry didn’t even hear the pad of footsteps as Paris and the headmaster left the room, while Severus sat himself down in his chair for another relentless day of listening to Harry’s nightmares.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N WoooHoooo The bitch is back in the house! Well not strictly speaking considering I live in an apartment but it goes without saying I\'m back and I\'ve got some damn good updates for you all. Hope you haven\'t missed me too much, Spain was wonderful sun, beaches spanish hunks.... anyway back home in good old Aus with my fingers itching to finish this and my other story. Hope you enjoy and remember I love reviews they make me feel special....
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“…’bout time you saw fit to grace us with your presence again.” Harry opened his eyes and was slightly taken back by the iridescent blue eyes staring at him, mere inches from his face. “You do realize that while you’ve been flat out on your back close to death, some of us have had to do work.” As Harry’s eyes focused he slowly became aware of a mop of blonde hair and a large wide smile on the very familiar face hovering above him. As awareness and movement seemed to seep back into his body so too came the familiar longing sensation in his body. Instinctively Harry glanced to his right. There was a chair beside his bed, a pillow, a blanket and a potions magazine were abandoned in it. Looking back at his blonde friend Harry managed to croak out a singular word.
“Severus.” His voice was weak, strained and raw and he winced at the wretched sound he made. Draco seemed to understand and rolled his eyes playfully.
“That git is downstairs getting something to eat by order of the headmaster, but he’ll be back up in a bit. I’d go and tell them you’re awake but his royal grumpiness told me not to leave your side until he got back.” Harry managed a smile as he watched Draco sit down properly on the edge of his bed, crossing his legs and picking up Harry’s hand to rest in his own. Harry gave Draco’s hand a light squeeze glad that he had movement in his body, which ached all over. “He’ll be glad your awake hasn’t slept in a week, and lost about 3 kilos.” Harry listened easily to Draco’s banter almost glad to hear his friend’s voice after the silent pictures of his nightmares. He could remember what happened but it was all in disjointed pictures he couldn’t make sense of. “You know you really do look different, it’s quite disturbing seeing you without….” Draco reached gently up to Harry’s forehead and softly ran the tips of his fingers over the clear skin now on Harry’s temple. Harry’s eyes widened impossibly at what Draco was suggesting. Seeing his friend’s worry, Draco helped Harry reach up and feel for himself his own forehead, now free of the scar he’d once carried.
“…gone.” Harry whispered in disbelief his voice still raw.
“Yeah but that’s not all that’s gone. Severus’ mark is gone too, although his is really nasty, all infected and cut up but yours is smooth just a little pink with new skin.” Draco smiled at Harry as the boy drew his hand back down to Harry’s side. “And now old Voldemort’s gone too, it’s like a party around this place 24-7. Everyone’s so happy, it’s almost sickening. When you’re better we can go back to Hogwart’s too, it’s still being re built in places but it’s basically the same.” Harry smiled again before glancing towards the door as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside. “That’ll be the nasty bastard, I’ll bet you 10 knuts he snaps at me for not coming and getting him.” Draco smiled knowingly at Harry as he stood up from the bed, just as a familiar tall dark figure strode angrily into the room, carrying a silver tray of what Harry assumed was breakfast.
“Try and hand feed me like a mule, old bat!” Harry managed a weak smile as a sense of relief washed over him at hearing Severus’ normal sarcastic drawl. Slamming the door to the bedroom closed Severus turned around slowly, obviously intending to snap at Draco but no sooner had he turned around and his eyes had met Harry’s green ones than the anger seemed to fall away from his face instantly. “Potter?” Without really realizing what he was doing, Snape pushed the tray forcefully into Draco’s arms as he strode over to Harry’s bedside where he sat down promptly. “How are you feeling?” His touch was like silk on Harry’s aching body, as the man drew up his long, potion stained fingers and dragged them carefully across the boy’s forehead.
“Fine.” Harry managed to croak out, his eyes automatically closing as he nuzzled into Severus’ palm resting on his cheek. Above him Harry heard Severus breath out deeply, almost with a sigh of relief before the man spoke again.
“I should think you are, two weeks you’ve been out cold, what do you think this is a holiday camp?!” Severus snapped sarcastically at Harry who smiled again noting the small distinction the professor made in his voice, which told Harry he was teasing. Snape stood up from the bed and Harry tried not to whimper when he felt the man’s touch leave his. “Draco go downstairs and inform the headmaster Potter has awoken.” Draco smiled at Harry and then with a short nod disappeared from the room leaving Snape and Harry alone. As soon as the door had swung closed behind Draco Snape spun around from where he’d stalked over to the window a moment before. “You should know before the rabble arrives that I took a risk. A calculated risk but a risk all the same, that had it all gone pear shaped you would not still be with us. I’d like to apologies to you for my somewhat heavy handedness in my execution of that risk.” Harry nodded feeling the uncontrollable urge to just pull Snape to him and wrap his body around the thin frame of his elder. Seeing Harry struggling to talk Severus assumed the boy was in pain and striding over to the bedside cabinet selected a potion from the rack and helped the boy drink it down. “That should help.” The potion worked immediately and Harry felt instantly more alive, and less sore. Severus was helping him sit up when the door to the room flung open and everyone began streaming inside, excitedly chatting away. Harry felt somewhat disappointed when Severus backed away from him, retreating to stand by the window as Harry was engulfed in people.
Harry was exhausted by the time everyone had hugged and spoken to him before being shooed out of the room by the headmaster. Eventually when the ‘rabble’ as Severus had described them had gone, only three people now remained in the room. Albus, Severus and Paris. Harry had instantly recognized his friend, although he wore clothes now and was strangely devoid of the silver collar around his neck. Upon seeing Paris Harry had reached up to his own neck, half expecting to feel the familiar cold metal wrapped around his throat, but it was gone.
“How are you feeling Harry, and be honest?” Albus sat himself down on the end of Harry’s bed, the man’s hand resting gently over the boy’s feet beneath the blankets. Severus still stood with his back to them by the window, and Paris stood next to him the boy having shuffled around the room as the last of the rabble had left.
“Tired and sore…” Harry whispered his voice sounding far better than it had previously. Harry was feeling something else as well but remained silent on the subject instead glancing almost jealously across at where Paris was now resting his head against Severus arm, and the man was allowing it. Dumbledore followed Harry’s gaze, having sensed the lingering at the end of Harry’s sentence.
“You can say it Harry, it is to be expected.” Harry turned his gaze back to Dumbledore and sighed heavily.
“It’s such a weird feeling to wake up and crave….well you know crave him. It’s quite disturbing actually.” Harry nervously twisted his hands in his lap as he watched Severus turn around Paris obediently following him over to Harry’s bedside.
“As I would imagine it would be to most people Potter.” Harry looked sympathetically up at Severus, wondering if he’d just seen a flash of hurt behind those obsidian eyes.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I just want control of my life back isn’t there a potion that can fix it?” Harry glanced from Snape to Dumbledore and then back watching almost hopefully as the two men exchanged glances.
“There is a potion that will reverse the effects of a ‘constantine’ potion but it is extremely….” Dumbledore paused as if looking for the right word, and glanced to Severus for help.
“Violent on the system.” Severus supplied acidly, finishing Albus sentence for him. Harry winced at the prospect but then he supposed nothing could be worse than the pain he’d suffered at the hands of Julius.
“A far better option Harry is to just let the potion run its natural course. It will eventually wear off, within a month or two.” Harry stared at Albus in disbelief before shaking his head in refusal.
“A month or two! No way, I can’t be crawling all over him like a…..” Harry bit his tongue as he watched Paris cower slightly behind Severus in protection. “…well it doesn’t matter I just want this feeling gone, give me the potion.” Harry turn his attention on Albus who sighed heavily as if ready to give into him but Snape stopped Albus from rising.
“No. You’re far too weak to survive the effects the counter potion will have on your body, you will just have to deal with it.” Harry was stunned as he watched Snape fold his arms determinedly over his chest, his eyebrow rising, almost daring Harry to challenge his decision. Harry stared at Snape for a long time the pair of them staring each other down until finally Harry relented and lowered his head against his chest. The craving for Severus touch was making him feel ill to the stomach and he groaned as he lay down. Almost instantly Snape was sitting on the edge of the bed his rough fingertips coming up to brush a gentle line down Harry’s cheek. The churning of Harry’s stomach abated immediately and the boy almost embarrassingly nuzzled into the man’s palm. “If you fight it Potter it will take longer to leave your system. Until such time as the school is fully restored you will stay here, with myself, Paris, Draco and Lupin. The close proximity of us being in the house together should allow you freedom without causing you anguish until the potion has completely left your system.” Harry nodded carefully the familiar pull of sleep making Severus’ voice sound very far away. “Sleep Potter, the sooner you wake the better you’ll feel…” Severus voice trailed off to nothing, and Harry didn’t even hear the pad of footsteps as Paris and the headmaster left the room, while Severus sat himself down in his chair for another relentless day of listening to Harry’s nightmares.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N WoooHoooo The bitch is back in the house! Well not strictly speaking considering I live in an apartment but it goes without saying I\'m back and I\'ve got some damn good updates for you all. Hope you haven\'t missed me too much, Spain was wonderful sun, beaches spanish hunks.... anyway back home in good old Aus with my fingers itching to finish this and my other story. Hope you enjoy and remember I love reviews they make me feel special....
Cheers RIFFRAFF