Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
40
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14,169
Reviews:
131
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Shadows
The first update for today and I am afraid things are not really looking up for Harry for a while. Drama, baby! Enjoy and tell me what you think.
Madamdragon: you were right with your guess, meany-butt.
26. Shadows
The next time he woke up he was alone and he tried to sit up but his muscles would not obey him. He was thirsty as hell and on his night table was a perfect glass of water, teasing him from there, but he could not get it.
Frustrated Harry stared against the ceiling watching when shadows passed over the white some of them reminding him of the battle.
He wondered what happened, how the others were and if among the casualties were some he knew and would miss. The only thing he remembered was jumping in front of that stupid curse.
He felt so fucking helpless and the deserted room was drenched in darkness only a candle on the night table casting some light into the room. There was a window and it had a curtain before it but he figured it was night.
The door opened and Snape walked into the room. As soon as his gaze met Harry's and he saw that the patient was awake, he stepped to the bed smiling one of those smiles that was so rare, so complete.
“Are you a bit rested?” he asked as he straightened Harry's blanket and fluffed his pillow.
It felt weird to see Snape of all people tending to Harry like that but he appreciated it nevertheless. Quietly the young wizard nodded.
“Do you want something to drink?” When Harry nodded again, he took the glass and held it to Harry. “Just try to hold it for yourself.”
Harry tried to concentrate on lifting his arm and indeed he was able to grip the glass and drink from it in slow sips.
Snape sat back down into a comfortable looking arm chair and watched Harry drinking as if it was the most stunning thing in the world.
Handing back the glass Harry thought it was time to ask some questions.
“What happened?”
Snape did not seem to be surprised by this question instead he smiled ruefully, this smile much more Snape-like.
“You should assume that after all the time I waited for you to wake up, I had prepared for that question.”
Placing his hand on Harry's he leaned back.
“Riddle is dead and most of the Death Eaters as well so you do not have to worry about that. But the curse that box threw at you was one that had never been seen before. It damaged parts of your body and in the end left it in such a state, that some of your friends lost hope for you to ever wake up.”
“How long?” Harry asked dread in his stomach.
Snape sighed. “Sixteen months.”
Closing his eyes Harry tried to somehow understand on a rational level that he had lain here for over a year but it felt as if he had been hit by that curse only yesterday.
Despite himself he felt tears accumulating in his eyes but tried to blink them away.
Snape rose and sat down on Harry's bed pulling the boy into his arms, offering silent support. Once he calmed down Snape gently pressed his lips against Harry's. It was a chaste kiss that did not demand anything, again so unSnape-like that it felt surreal.
When the potion master pulled away he smirked.
“I had sixteen months to work through my feelings Harry. If I told you that it is okay, that everything will be all right in time, would you believe me?”
Slowly Harry nodded but was grateful when Snape pulled him against his chest again, the warmth and the beating of the elder wizard's heart comforting in a world that felt alien.
One of Snape's hands curled into Harry's hair and began to play with it, albeit unconsciously and Harry wondered how long he had done that in the last year.
“Why are you still here?”
Snape chuckled. “Where else should I be?”
Harry huffed. “How about at Hogwarts deducting points from poor Gryffindors just because.”
“I do no longer teach,” Snape replied.
“You do not?”
“No.”
Harry sighed but refrained from further questions, he would have to find out about Snape some other way.
“I hate it here,” Harry whispered.
Now Snape laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“Where would you like to go?”
Harry nuzzled Snape's neck just happy to be not alone.
“Anywhere, just not here. This room is depressing.”
“That is true,” Snape admitted. “I try to get you out of here as soon as possible, after all there is not much they can do here but treat your ailments with potions and I can easily do that myself.”
After that they were silent until Harry fell back into sleep.
Madamdragon: you were right with your guess, meany-butt.
26. Shadows
The next time he woke up he was alone and he tried to sit up but his muscles would not obey him. He was thirsty as hell and on his night table was a perfect glass of water, teasing him from there, but he could not get it.
Frustrated Harry stared against the ceiling watching when shadows passed over the white some of them reminding him of the battle.
He wondered what happened, how the others were and if among the casualties were some he knew and would miss. The only thing he remembered was jumping in front of that stupid curse.
He felt so fucking helpless and the deserted room was drenched in darkness only a candle on the night table casting some light into the room. There was a window and it had a curtain before it but he figured it was night.
The door opened and Snape walked into the room. As soon as his gaze met Harry's and he saw that the patient was awake, he stepped to the bed smiling one of those smiles that was so rare, so complete.
“Are you a bit rested?” he asked as he straightened Harry's blanket and fluffed his pillow.
It felt weird to see Snape of all people tending to Harry like that but he appreciated it nevertheless. Quietly the young wizard nodded.
“Do you want something to drink?” When Harry nodded again, he took the glass and held it to Harry. “Just try to hold it for yourself.”
Harry tried to concentrate on lifting his arm and indeed he was able to grip the glass and drink from it in slow sips.
Snape sat back down into a comfortable looking arm chair and watched Harry drinking as if it was the most stunning thing in the world.
Handing back the glass Harry thought it was time to ask some questions.
“What happened?”
Snape did not seem to be surprised by this question instead he smiled ruefully, this smile much more Snape-like.
“You should assume that after all the time I waited for you to wake up, I had prepared for that question.”
Placing his hand on Harry's he leaned back.
“Riddle is dead and most of the Death Eaters as well so you do not have to worry about that. But the curse that box threw at you was one that had never been seen before. It damaged parts of your body and in the end left it in such a state, that some of your friends lost hope for you to ever wake up.”
“How long?” Harry asked dread in his stomach.
Snape sighed. “Sixteen months.”
Closing his eyes Harry tried to somehow understand on a rational level that he had lain here for over a year but it felt as if he had been hit by that curse only yesterday.
Despite himself he felt tears accumulating in his eyes but tried to blink them away.
Snape rose and sat down on Harry's bed pulling the boy into his arms, offering silent support. Once he calmed down Snape gently pressed his lips against Harry's. It was a chaste kiss that did not demand anything, again so unSnape-like that it felt surreal.
When the potion master pulled away he smirked.
“I had sixteen months to work through my feelings Harry. If I told you that it is okay, that everything will be all right in time, would you believe me?”
Slowly Harry nodded but was grateful when Snape pulled him against his chest again, the warmth and the beating of the elder wizard's heart comforting in a world that felt alien.
One of Snape's hands curled into Harry's hair and began to play with it, albeit unconsciously and Harry wondered how long he had done that in the last year.
“Why are you still here?”
Snape chuckled. “Where else should I be?”
Harry huffed. “How about at Hogwarts deducting points from poor Gryffindors just because.”
“I do no longer teach,” Snape replied.
“You do not?”
“No.”
Harry sighed but refrained from further questions, he would have to find out about Snape some other way.
“I hate it here,” Harry whispered.
Now Snape laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“Where would you like to go?”
Harry nuzzled Snape's neck just happy to be not alone.
“Anywhere, just not here. This room is depressing.”
“That is true,” Snape admitted. “I try to get you out of here as soon as possible, after all there is not much they can do here but treat your ailments with potions and I can easily do that myself.”
After that they were silent until Harry fell back into sleep.