Guilty as Sin
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
57
Views:
112,307
Reviews:
512
Recommended:
5
Currently Reading:
5
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Again the Bear returns
CHAPTER 27
Harry awoke feeling strangely devoid of pain and surprisingly clean and warm. Opening his eyes slowly Harry winced a little in the sunlight streaming in through the windows but blinked a couple of times to bring his eyes back into focus. The waiting hall looked different in the light, less spooky and ominous. Gingerly Harry sat up to look around and found his gaze falling on a familiar figure sitting naked from the waist up in front of a broken shard of mirror.
“Severus?” Harry whispered his voice raw, almost instantly Snape looked around his hand poised above his cheek where he was sewing together the bloodied gash he’d sustained last night during the fight. Harry winced in sympathy as Snape tugged through the last stitch and cut the thread off. With a flick the needle returned to its usual shape as a wand, and Snape stood up and walked casually over to where Harry was still sitting a little bewildered on the couch.
“How do you feel?” Severus inquired a little coldly as he sat down on the edge of Harry’s lounge and reached for a small vial of familiar crimson liquid sitting in a bucket of snow.
“Um, numb and a little ill.” Harry whispered as he felt an ominous bubbling in his stomach. Snape went to say something but Harry cut him off quickly. “Actually, a lot ill.” Without warning Harry crawled forward and with his head hanging over the edge of the lounge was violently ill, purging what was left in his stomach from the previous night. Strained and panting Harry collapsed back on the couch crudely wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Snape was staring at him carefully, still swilling the vial around in the bucket of snow.
“For future reference Potter, it’s unwise to drink warm blood the magic contained within it is still active and needs to be suspended through the cooling process before consumption.” Harry nodded dumbly as Snape uncorked the half vial of icy liquid and handed it to him. “Drink it all you need it to perk you up a little.” Obediently Harry did as he was told upending the vial down his throat before passing it back to Snape empty. “It will take another cycle of the moon to know whether or not you are carrying. This is a crucial stage and you can miscarry easily. For your own safety I suggest you retire to your dorm in the Gryfindor Tower temporarily and refrain from entering my chambers unnecessarily. Until Draco returns on Monday I am liable to strike out at you, having had my behavior suspended for so long. I will not risk injuring you Potter and it is in your best interests not to incite my temper. Draco must bear the brunt of my moods until you are fit.” Snape stood up from the edge of the lounge and gestured to where Harry’s clothes were mended and drying in front of the fire. “Now get dressed quickly, if we are not back at Hogwart’s soon they will send a search party and we do not need to be associated with this mess.” Harry nodded obediently and rose slowly from lounge as well as he watched Snape begin the methodical task of clearing the place of their presence. Just as Snape had said it would not do to be found with the body of the red haired Superei that everyone was hunting.
It took them half an hour to cover their tracks, Harry helping where he could but mostly just keeping out of Snape’s way. Almost over night Snape had fallen back into his old unpleasant self before Harry’s season had begun. The man Harry had made love to the night before had disappeared beneath the stern mask once again. It was a short broom ride back to the castle and Harry could hardly believe the amount of snow that had fallen the drifts at least four meters high in places. The two of them touched down on the front steps of Hogwart’s only to be engulfed by a small group of concerned professors. Snape had dutifully put up a glamour to hide his injuries but nothing could hide the man’s foul mood as the headmaster took him aside and began drilling him on where they had been, what had happened and how they’d survived the night. Thankfully with Snape the main focus of attention Harry slipped easily away and up to his dorm in the Gryfindor Tower. It had been such a long time since he’d slept up here, it would feel weird for the first couple of nights Harry was sure.
Taking the opportunity of being alone Harry stripped himself off and with a towel and his soap bag went for a much-needed shower. There were things he needed to think about now he’d just made the decision to change his life forever.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>
Harry awoke feeling strangely devoid of pain and surprisingly clean and warm. Opening his eyes slowly Harry winced a little in the sunlight streaming in through the windows but blinked a couple of times to bring his eyes back into focus. The waiting hall looked different in the light, less spooky and ominous. Gingerly Harry sat up to look around and found his gaze falling on a familiar figure sitting naked from the waist up in front of a broken shard of mirror.
“Severus?” Harry whispered his voice raw, almost instantly Snape looked around his hand poised above his cheek where he was sewing together the bloodied gash he’d sustained last night during the fight. Harry winced in sympathy as Snape tugged through the last stitch and cut the thread off. With a flick the needle returned to its usual shape as a wand, and Snape stood up and walked casually over to where Harry was still sitting a little bewildered on the couch.
“How do you feel?” Severus inquired a little coldly as he sat down on the edge of Harry’s lounge and reached for a small vial of familiar crimson liquid sitting in a bucket of snow.
“Um, numb and a little ill.” Harry whispered as he felt an ominous bubbling in his stomach. Snape went to say something but Harry cut him off quickly. “Actually, a lot ill.” Without warning Harry crawled forward and with his head hanging over the edge of the lounge was violently ill, purging what was left in his stomach from the previous night. Strained and panting Harry collapsed back on the couch crudely wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Snape was staring at him carefully, still swilling the vial around in the bucket of snow.
“For future reference Potter, it’s unwise to drink warm blood the magic contained within it is still active and needs to be suspended through the cooling process before consumption.” Harry nodded dumbly as Snape uncorked the half vial of icy liquid and handed it to him. “Drink it all you need it to perk you up a little.” Obediently Harry did as he was told upending the vial down his throat before passing it back to Snape empty. “It will take another cycle of the moon to know whether or not you are carrying. This is a crucial stage and you can miscarry easily. For your own safety I suggest you retire to your dorm in the Gryfindor Tower temporarily and refrain from entering my chambers unnecessarily. Until Draco returns on Monday I am liable to strike out at you, having had my behavior suspended for so long. I will not risk injuring you Potter and it is in your best interests not to incite my temper. Draco must bear the brunt of my moods until you are fit.” Snape stood up from the edge of the lounge and gestured to where Harry’s clothes were mended and drying in front of the fire. “Now get dressed quickly, if we are not back at Hogwart’s soon they will send a search party and we do not need to be associated with this mess.” Harry nodded obediently and rose slowly from lounge as well as he watched Snape begin the methodical task of clearing the place of their presence. Just as Snape had said it would not do to be found with the body of the red haired Superei that everyone was hunting.
It took them half an hour to cover their tracks, Harry helping where he could but mostly just keeping out of Snape’s way. Almost over night Snape had fallen back into his old unpleasant self before Harry’s season had begun. The man Harry had made love to the night before had disappeared beneath the stern mask once again. It was a short broom ride back to the castle and Harry could hardly believe the amount of snow that had fallen the drifts at least four meters high in places. The two of them touched down on the front steps of Hogwart’s only to be engulfed by a small group of concerned professors. Snape had dutifully put up a glamour to hide his injuries but nothing could hide the man’s foul mood as the headmaster took him aside and began drilling him on where they had been, what had happened and how they’d survived the night. Thankfully with Snape the main focus of attention Harry slipped easily away and up to his dorm in the Gryfindor Tower. It had been such a long time since he’d slept up here, it would feel weird for the first couple of nights Harry was sure.
Taking the opportunity of being alone Harry stripped himself off and with a towel and his soap bag went for a much-needed shower. There were things he needed to think about now he’d just made the decision to change his life forever.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>