Twisted Games

Here\'s the deal, I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the chars from the books. No money was made in the makeing of this fic, as if anyone would pay to read it. >.>; XD.


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Snape returned to his office a time later fallowed closely by Dumbledor and the rest of the staff. When he noticed Harry curled up on the floor he rushed over and smoothed sweat coverd hair back off of his forhead. “Shh.. Harry calm down..” He slowly lifted the boy in his arms and set him in the bed that had once been his desk. He feared takeing the child to the infermery, he wasn’t to sure Harry would be very comfortable there seeing as he had been there so many times in the past, the boy probably wouldn’t want to draw any attention to himself in his condition.. Snape knew he never wanted that. Unfortunately for him he had no such luck, but he would do his best to keep Harry from suffering his own fate.

Dumbledor moved over to where Harry lay on the bed, his normaly shimmering eyes were actually filled with horror from what he saw, how for merlins sake had this happened right under his nose? He was always so carefull with his young hero, he always expected Harry to be allright and pull through like he always did. He never realized till now that Harry was only a child. The realization shocked him no end.. How could he have been so incredibly dense? He was supposed to be one of the worlds greatest wizards and yet here he stood in front of one of his most loved students, no longer a brave and magnificent Griffindor, but a small broken child.. Why had he not protected him better then this? This was all his fault. The boy couldn\'t possibly go back to his muggle home in this condition, he would never survive the summer. Dumbledor watched the way Snape handled the boy in his hour of need and came to a decision.

Months passed and Harry was slowly starting to return to normality. Snape had taken him to his private quarters and had nursed him to helth, Snape and Harry slowly began to grow closer together. Snape now sat comfortably in his favored chair near the fireplace reading yet another advanced potions book. He lifted his eyes looking to Harry who had fallen asleep on the carpet in front of the fire, his cheek resting on the open pages of ‘The Great Book Of Amber’ Snape had never figured out what the boy was babbling about speeking of his hero ‘Corwin..’ It was rather amuseing to see the mighty hero of the wizarding world fawning over a character in a book. They were simply creations of the mind made so that people fall in love with them. Really quite foolish, he thaught. But he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips at the sight before him. Harry laying there, his eyelashes createing black cressents on his cheeks fluttering slightly wen something happened in his dreams. His skin glowing from the dancing fire in the fire place, beautiful, was all that came to mind. Harry seemed more relaxed with him now, no more fear. Before he would never have fallen asleep in the same room as Snape.

//Flash Back//

Snape sat up suddenly in his bed his heart pounding harshly in his chest, he waited and listend to the dark. There it was again! Some one was screaming. It took him a moment, but then he rememberd.. Harry! He jumped from his bed and raced out of his room to Harry’s, which had been placed there for him. He came to a hault at what he saw. There was Harry laying in his bed staring up with his green eyes, tears streaking down his cheeks. He had stopped screaming and now just lay there panting his arms spred wide. He parted his lips and arched his back screaming again. Snape rushed over to the bed and pulled Harry into his arms “Harry, calm down.. its just a dream Harry.” He felt the boy go still.. He looked down into his green eyes thinking he had woken. At first he was shocked to see the eyes glazed over.. “Harry?” He asked unsure.

Harry suddenly screamed out in rage “DON’T TOUCH ME!” And slammed his hands into Snape’s chest letting out all his anger in that one blow. He felt the older mans body move away from his and he got up and ran out of the room not realiseing that he had not only pushed his professer, but had just flung him all the way across the room with the energy he had added to his shove.

Snape sat there on the floor where he had hit the wall blinking stupidly staring at Harry’s now empty bed.. What the hell just happened? He wonderd as he leaned his head back against the wall. He winced.. He had a head-ake for two days after that episode.

//End flashback//

Fortunately now the boy was used to his presence. He wasn’t scared any more, and now sometimes Snape would sleep in Harry’s room. Harry never had bad dreams when Snape was in the room with him. He seemed to be slowly getting better. It was wonderful to see his eyes shimmer again.. Even if it was only when his mighty Corwin found his long lost son. Snape shook his head, silly childrens stories, and went back to reading.

Harry woke a little later and sat up yawning and rubbing his tired eyes. He turned around and noticed that Snape sat in his chair, a potion book on the floor next to his feet and soft snors escapeing him. It took everything Harry possessed to not start laughing hystaricly right then and there. Imagin that! Snape sitting there snoreing like an oaf with his mouth hanging open! If only Ron could see him now.. He grinned and slowly got to his feet. He tiptoed over to Snape and started to poke him until he snorted and mumbled something. Harry sniggerd this time. He poked Snape again and smiled brightly when his eyes flutterd open.

Snape opend his eyes. “Huh? Wha..” He yawned then stiffened and sat up streaght once again. He narrowed his eyes when Harry started to laugh so hard that he doubled over. “And what, exactly, might I ask is so funny that you can hardly pause to breath mister potter?” He asked with that sneer once again on his face.

Harry laughed and between breaths he managed to say “You….Snor..Like…One..Of Hagrid’s PETS!!” He burst out laughing again and fell to his knees clutching his belly. His cheeks were flushed cherry red from all the pure joy he felt.

Snape actually felt his cheeks turn a tad pinker. “If you don’t stop your going to explode” He said simply watching Harry closely, even as he spoke something that could almost be thaught as a laugh escaped his lips. He placed his hand over his lips and tried to force that stony look back to his face. But even as he tried the corners of his lips were trying to pull into a grin. Damn you Potter.. Brat. Making me act like a school boy.

“You looked so funny! Hey sir.. you have a little drool on your chin.” He grinned as Snape quickly whipped off his chin on this sleeve. He sat there laughing still. Never in his intire life had he thaught that he could laugh directly at the potions master without something horrible comeing from it.

With a frown Snape eyed the still laughing boy. Well, at least he wasn\'t cowwering in a dark corner alone any more. It was good to see Harry in sutch high spirits. \"Thats five points from Griffindor..\" He watched as the boy stoped laughing and blinked stupidly as if he had just been struck. Of cource, Harry hadn\'t realised that the school year had yet to even start untill he settled in to bed that night..

\"Hey... That git..\" Murmerd Harry as sleep seeped into his tired eyes. A soft smile remained on his lips even as deep slumbor took him.