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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
48
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69,233
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251
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The Return of the Snake
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Title: Scarred Souls
Author: Misty Moonlight/Co-author: QueenBoadicea
Pairings: Severus/Harry
Published: 12/10/2008
Summary: A widowed Harry must bond with Snape in order to save his daughter’s life. Sev gains a family, for better or worse, and the hearts of two scarred souls will be changed forever.
Warnings: Romance, Drama, Angst, Alternate Universe, Sexual Situations, Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Slash, Anal, Language, Humor, possible MPreg, Bonding, Original Characters, Family, OOC-ness,
non-canon, WIP
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Author’s Note: A very special “Thank you” to everyone who left reviews for chapter 2.
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Chapter 3: The Return of the Snake
“I want to see my baby. I need to know how she’s doing. It’s been far too bloody long. Why hasn’t anyone come to tell us anything?” Harry cried out in frustration.
He was growing more agitated by the moment at not knowing what was going on with Lily. It had nearly killed him having to hand over his little girl into the waiting arms of a nurse. To make it more difficult, just as they had arrived she had woken up. When the nurse tried to take her, Lily started crying and holding on to Harry with her tiny hands, refusing to let go of him. His emerald eyes had filled with tears as he watched her being taking away from him out of sight. He had never felt so helpless in his entire life as he had at that moment.
Molly and Hermione were sitting together on the couch by the window watching Harry with worried eyes as he paced back and forth in the middle of the floor. They had been waiting for news about Lily’s condition every since they had brought her in to the St. Mungo’s Pediatric Emergency Room. They were told by the head Medi-Witch to stay in the family waiting room of the Pediatric Care Unit while a Healer examined her. It had already been well over an hour and they still didn’t know anything.
It all held the terrible feeling of déjà vu. Memories of Ginny. The waiting. The worrying. The unknown. The helplessness.
“I can’t take this anymore. I am going out there and find my daughter.” Harry marched determinedly towards the door.
Molly and Hermione jumped up, running after Harry only to bump into him when the door to the waiting room suddenly opened and a distinguished looking Healer along with the head Medi-Witch walked in. They shut the door behind them and warded it for privacy then turned and faced the trio.
“Mr. Potter. I am Healer Carlson.” He gestured to the young father and the women standing behind him to move towards the couch. “Please have a seat. I have some important news to discuss concerning your daughter Lily.”
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Severus stood staring down with an unreadable expression in his dark eyes at the child asleep in the crib. The nurse had dressed her in one of those ridiculously cute animated hospital gowns they used only for children of the Pediatric Ward. How quaint, he thought with a disgusted look on his face.
The clothes she had been wearing when admitted to the ward had been carefully folded and left on the bureau beside the bed. There were stuffed animals placed in the crib to keep her company when she woke. Her curly locks were matted down to her small head due the high fever she had sustained. They had managed to get it under control but her condition was still critical. He carefully watched, as the covering nurse that was in the room with them kept checking her vitals and making notes on a chart.
The whole time he was watching and waiting, his mind was busy formulating a plot, calculating vengeance. He was filled with such a deep hatred and loathing that, while contemplating his plan, Severus never once thought of the consequences his actions would cause that night to change his life and that of the other forever. If he had, he might never have carried it through. Then again, one never knew what the fates had planned for the lonely at heart.
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“Diphtheria!” Harry cried out in anguish.
Molly and Hermione were sitting next him on the couch, trying to take the news in and doing their best to remain calm for Harry. Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Diphtheria was a disease that she thought had been eradicated from the Wizarding world. It was a disease that Muggle children were still vaccinated against at a young age but was now rarely heard of anymore. There had been no recent cases reported of this deadly disease in many years.
She remembered having read in a medical journal some time ago, that large epidemics of diphtheria had occurred in the former Soviet republics, as well as Algeria, China and Ecuador. But the majority of these rare cases were due to the fact that many young children were not properly vaccinated against the disease.
The Healer had told them that since Lily was (in polite terms as humanly possible and with a rather pale face) born of a pure-blood witch for a mother and a half-blood father with Muggle blood in his veins that in very rare instances the vaccines sometimes didn’t work properly to protect a child with such a parental background against this particular deadly strain of the virus. Healer Carlson questioned Harry carefully again on whom Lily had been recently in contact with so he could try to figure out how she had contracted the disease and from whom.
Harry was sitting with his head bowed on his knees, raking his mind for answers. He suddenly sat up with a jerk, startling everyone.
“Oh Merlin! What have I done?” Harry cried out. “It’s all my fault! I let this happen to my baby.”
“Harry, what’s the matter?” Hermione asked, laying a hand on his leg to calm him down.
Molly was sitting quietly (for once) in shock over the news concerning her granddaughter. Ginny’s little girl. The child she had given up her life to have. The joy of their life. She had never felt this old before and wished it was all just a bad dream that she would soon wake up from. Arthur would be holding her in his arms, comforting her, telling her that it wasn’t real, just a nightmare, kiss her and they both would go back to sleep in the comfort of each other’s embrace.
“What are you talking about, Harry? What’s your fault? You didn’t do anything to cause this to happen to Lily. What do you mean?” Hermione asked with concern in her eyes. She put a hand to Harry’s face and gently cupping his chin turned him to face her. “Come on, Harry... Talk to me... What’s this all about?”
With his tormented green eyes searching Hermione’s brown ones, he said, “I took her to see my Aunt Petunia a couple of months ago. Dudley was there with his wife and child. She must have got the virus from her cousin.”
After the war ended, Harry at Ginny’s urging had contacted his former family to make amends. They had talked a long time and after much crying on Aunt Petunia’s part (and grumbling on Uncle Vernon’s) had agreed to finally meet again. That was when he introduced Ginny to them and they instantly fell in love with her charm and gracious beauty. Much to Harry’s surprise, Vernon took to his young wife instantly. They kept in contact over the years and months after Ginny’s death, Harry took Lily to meet them but left the boys with their grandparents at the Burrow.
“She must have contacted the virus from her cousin Simon. I remember now; he was sick with the sniffles. I just thought it was a common cold,” Harry moaned while leaning into Hermione for support.
“That explains it then,” Healer Carlson said, standing up and whispered something to the Medi-Witch by his side. After giving them all an encouraging smile, she swiftly left the room to attend the task he gave her. Turning back to Harry, he said, “I have good news for you then. It just so happens, we have a very gifted and talented Potions master at our disposal. He helps us out occasionally with special cases such as this. As a matter of fact, he is at this time attending to her in the children's ward. This is very good news. Now that we know how Lily contacted the disease, we can start the proper treatment. Although, we will have to get in touch with your relatives and make them aware of the situation and see how your nephew is doing. I do believe though that he is not in any danger as he is Muggle born and bred. It only affected Lily like this, due to her magical inheritance.”
Sobbing in relief, the trio hugged and kissed each other while standing up together to follow the Healer from the room. They were shocked when he turned and told them to wait another few minutes while he spoke with the Potions master.
“I don’t understand. Why can’t I at least come with you to see Lily?” Harry asked.
Sighing, Healer Carlson said, “I am afraid it’s rather not that easy. You see, this Potions master I told you about is a very secretive man. He is rather a recluse and doesn't like....” Here he paused for a moment trying to think of what to say next without sounding like a complete idiot. “People and children in particular. He would rather not get up close and personal with family members and prefers his solitude. He is a professional and the best Potions master in all of Britain. I would gladly place the lives of my own family in his hands should it ever become necessary although I hope it never comes down to it.”
Snarling, Harry asked, “Then what is he doing in the room with my daughter? How can you trust him if he feels this way towards all your patients? How do you know he won’t intentionally harm Lily?”
“He is a professional. He keeps his feelings to himself and gets the job done. Trust me on this issue. He is the only man for the job. He is the only one who can save your child.” Healer Carlson tried to speak in a delicate tone as possible while trying to calm the young father down.
“I believe that Madam Pomfrey is close friends with him.” Seeing how they calmed down at that sudden bit of news, he continued, “He came to us highly recommended by her and has been helping us for many years now. Please trust me on this. He knows what he is doing and she couldn’t be in better hands. I have never lost a patient while he has been on the case. Please believe me when I tell you this, he is your daughter's only chance to survive this crisis.”
“Harry, Poppy knows him! This is good news. She never would put a patient in the hands of someone whom she didn’t trust,” Hermione told him.
“Alright, do what you have to and save Lily,” Harry said and then added in a chilling tone, “But know this: if my daughter dies there will be hell to pay.”
Healer Carlson hurriedly left the room after reassuring them he would return soon. Molly left a few minutes later, leaving Harry and Hermione alone at St. Mungo’s while she went back to the Burrow to give the waiting family members the news.
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Harry and Hermione looked up as the door opened and Healer Carlson walked in.
“Mr. Potter, please come with me and I will bring you to Lily’s room. The Potions master is waiting to speak with you privately there,” he told Harry.
When Hermione tried to follow Harry, she was stopped by a gentle hand being laid on her shoulder.
“I am so very sorry, Mrs. Weasley, but you will have to wait here. He only agreed to meet with Mr. Potter and no one else. Those were his terms. Please believe me when I say this, he was very adamant on this issue. ‘No one else. Only Mr. Potter.’ Those were his exact words.”
“Very well... if that’s how he wants it. I will wait here then,” she said.
Kissing Harry on the cheek, she told him to tell Lily they all loved her and would see her soon. Then she watched them walk out the door together and sat down to wait.
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Harry followed Healer Carlson down the long and winding corridor towards the children’s wing until they came to a door and he stopped.
“Well, here we are then. I will leave you alone now to speak with him. Once you’re ready for me to join you, just summon Lily’s nurse.” The Healer looked down at Harry and added, “Alright, well good luck then.” Then he walked away the way they had come.
Harry watched him for just a second with a perplexed look on his face, before turning to the door. Putting his hand on the knob, he slowly opened it and walked into the darkening room. As soon as he entered, Harry saw a tall cloaked figure standing with its back towards him near the crib in the far corner. Squinting, he thought it looked vaguely familiar and cautiously approached. When he got near, the figure turned and recognition hit Harry. White faced and hand quickly grabbing his wand, Harry snarled.
“SNAPE!”
TBC
Next chapter Harry and Snape have a long over due confrontation.
Title: Scarred Souls
Author: Misty Moonlight/Co-author: QueenBoadicea
Pairings: Severus/Harry
Published: 12/10/2008
Summary: A widowed Harry must bond with Snape in order to save his daughter’s life. Sev gains a family, for better or worse, and the hearts of two scarred souls will be changed forever.
Warnings: Romance, Drama, Angst, Alternate Universe, Sexual Situations, Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Slash, Anal, Language, Humor, possible MPreg, Bonding, Original Characters, Family, OOC-ness,
non-canon, WIP
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Author’s Note: A very special “Thank you” to everyone who left reviews for chapter 2.
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Chapter 3: The Return of the Snake
“I want to see my baby. I need to know how she’s doing. It’s been far too bloody long. Why hasn’t anyone come to tell us anything?” Harry cried out in frustration.
He was growing more agitated by the moment at not knowing what was going on with Lily. It had nearly killed him having to hand over his little girl into the waiting arms of a nurse. To make it more difficult, just as they had arrived she had woken up. When the nurse tried to take her, Lily started crying and holding on to Harry with her tiny hands, refusing to let go of him. His emerald eyes had filled with tears as he watched her being taking away from him out of sight. He had never felt so helpless in his entire life as he had at that moment.
Molly and Hermione were sitting together on the couch by the window watching Harry with worried eyes as he paced back and forth in the middle of the floor. They had been waiting for news about Lily’s condition every since they had brought her in to the St. Mungo’s Pediatric Emergency Room. They were told by the head Medi-Witch to stay in the family waiting room of the Pediatric Care Unit while a Healer examined her. It had already been well over an hour and they still didn’t know anything.
It all held the terrible feeling of déjà vu. Memories of Ginny. The waiting. The worrying. The unknown. The helplessness.
“I can’t take this anymore. I am going out there and find my daughter.” Harry marched determinedly towards the door.
Molly and Hermione jumped up, running after Harry only to bump into him when the door to the waiting room suddenly opened and a distinguished looking Healer along with the head Medi-Witch walked in. They shut the door behind them and warded it for privacy then turned and faced the trio.
“Mr. Potter. I am Healer Carlson.” He gestured to the young father and the women standing behind him to move towards the couch. “Please have a seat. I have some important news to discuss concerning your daughter Lily.”
********************************************************************
Severus stood staring down with an unreadable expression in his dark eyes at the child asleep in the crib. The nurse had dressed her in one of those ridiculously cute animated hospital gowns they used only for children of the Pediatric Ward. How quaint, he thought with a disgusted look on his face.
The clothes she had been wearing when admitted to the ward had been carefully folded and left on the bureau beside the bed. There were stuffed animals placed in the crib to keep her company when she woke. Her curly locks were matted down to her small head due the high fever she had sustained. They had managed to get it under control but her condition was still critical. He carefully watched, as the covering nurse that was in the room with them kept checking her vitals and making notes on a chart.
The whole time he was watching and waiting, his mind was busy formulating a plot, calculating vengeance. He was filled with such a deep hatred and loathing that, while contemplating his plan, Severus never once thought of the consequences his actions would cause that night to change his life and that of the other forever. If he had, he might never have carried it through. Then again, one never knew what the fates had planned for the lonely at heart.
********************************************************************
“Diphtheria!” Harry cried out in anguish.
Molly and Hermione were sitting next him on the couch, trying to take the news in and doing their best to remain calm for Harry. Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Diphtheria was a disease that she thought had been eradicated from the Wizarding world. It was a disease that Muggle children were still vaccinated against at a young age but was now rarely heard of anymore. There had been no recent cases reported of this deadly disease in many years.
She remembered having read in a medical journal some time ago, that large epidemics of diphtheria had occurred in the former Soviet republics, as well as Algeria, China and Ecuador. But the majority of these rare cases were due to the fact that many young children were not properly vaccinated against the disease.
The Healer had told them that since Lily was (in polite terms as humanly possible and with a rather pale face) born of a pure-blood witch for a mother and a half-blood father with Muggle blood in his veins that in very rare instances the vaccines sometimes didn’t work properly to protect a child with such a parental background against this particular deadly strain of the virus. Healer Carlson questioned Harry carefully again on whom Lily had been recently in contact with so he could try to figure out how she had contracted the disease and from whom.
Harry was sitting with his head bowed on his knees, raking his mind for answers. He suddenly sat up with a jerk, startling everyone.
“Oh Merlin! What have I done?” Harry cried out. “It’s all my fault! I let this happen to my baby.”
“Harry, what’s the matter?” Hermione asked, laying a hand on his leg to calm him down.
Molly was sitting quietly (for once) in shock over the news concerning her granddaughter. Ginny’s little girl. The child she had given up her life to have. The joy of their life. She had never felt this old before and wished it was all just a bad dream that she would soon wake up from. Arthur would be holding her in his arms, comforting her, telling her that it wasn’t real, just a nightmare, kiss her and they both would go back to sleep in the comfort of each other’s embrace.
“What are you talking about, Harry? What’s your fault? You didn’t do anything to cause this to happen to Lily. What do you mean?” Hermione asked with concern in her eyes. She put a hand to Harry’s face and gently cupping his chin turned him to face her. “Come on, Harry... Talk to me... What’s this all about?”
With his tormented green eyes searching Hermione’s brown ones, he said, “I took her to see my Aunt Petunia a couple of months ago. Dudley was there with his wife and child. She must have got the virus from her cousin.”
After the war ended, Harry at Ginny’s urging had contacted his former family to make amends. They had talked a long time and after much crying on Aunt Petunia’s part (and grumbling on Uncle Vernon’s) had agreed to finally meet again. That was when he introduced Ginny to them and they instantly fell in love with her charm and gracious beauty. Much to Harry’s surprise, Vernon took to his young wife instantly. They kept in contact over the years and months after Ginny’s death, Harry took Lily to meet them but left the boys with their grandparents at the Burrow.
“She must have contacted the virus from her cousin Simon. I remember now; he was sick with the sniffles. I just thought it was a common cold,” Harry moaned while leaning into Hermione for support.
“That explains it then,” Healer Carlson said, standing up and whispered something to the Medi-Witch by his side. After giving them all an encouraging smile, she swiftly left the room to attend the task he gave her. Turning back to Harry, he said, “I have good news for you then. It just so happens, we have a very gifted and talented Potions master at our disposal. He helps us out occasionally with special cases such as this. As a matter of fact, he is at this time attending to her in the children's ward. This is very good news. Now that we know how Lily contacted the disease, we can start the proper treatment. Although, we will have to get in touch with your relatives and make them aware of the situation and see how your nephew is doing. I do believe though that he is not in any danger as he is Muggle born and bred. It only affected Lily like this, due to her magical inheritance.”
Sobbing in relief, the trio hugged and kissed each other while standing up together to follow the Healer from the room. They were shocked when he turned and told them to wait another few minutes while he spoke with the Potions master.
“I don’t understand. Why can’t I at least come with you to see Lily?” Harry asked.
Sighing, Healer Carlson said, “I am afraid it’s rather not that easy. You see, this Potions master I told you about is a very secretive man. He is rather a recluse and doesn't like....” Here he paused for a moment trying to think of what to say next without sounding like a complete idiot. “People and children in particular. He would rather not get up close and personal with family members and prefers his solitude. He is a professional and the best Potions master in all of Britain. I would gladly place the lives of my own family in his hands should it ever become necessary although I hope it never comes down to it.”
Snarling, Harry asked, “Then what is he doing in the room with my daughter? How can you trust him if he feels this way towards all your patients? How do you know he won’t intentionally harm Lily?”
“He is a professional. He keeps his feelings to himself and gets the job done. Trust me on this issue. He is the only man for the job. He is the only one who can save your child.” Healer Carlson tried to speak in a delicate tone as possible while trying to calm the young father down.
“I believe that Madam Pomfrey is close friends with him.” Seeing how they calmed down at that sudden bit of news, he continued, “He came to us highly recommended by her and has been helping us for many years now. Please trust me on this. He knows what he is doing and she couldn’t be in better hands. I have never lost a patient while he has been on the case. Please believe me when I tell you this, he is your daughter's only chance to survive this crisis.”
“Harry, Poppy knows him! This is good news. She never would put a patient in the hands of someone whom she didn’t trust,” Hermione told him.
“Alright, do what you have to and save Lily,” Harry said and then added in a chilling tone, “But know this: if my daughter dies there will be hell to pay.”
Healer Carlson hurriedly left the room after reassuring them he would return soon. Molly left a few minutes later, leaving Harry and Hermione alone at St. Mungo’s while she went back to the Burrow to give the waiting family members the news.
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Harry and Hermione looked up as the door opened and Healer Carlson walked in.
“Mr. Potter, please come with me and I will bring you to Lily’s room. The Potions master is waiting to speak with you privately there,” he told Harry.
When Hermione tried to follow Harry, she was stopped by a gentle hand being laid on her shoulder.
“I am so very sorry, Mrs. Weasley, but you will have to wait here. He only agreed to meet with Mr. Potter and no one else. Those were his terms. Please believe me when I say this, he was very adamant on this issue. ‘No one else. Only Mr. Potter.’ Those were his exact words.”
“Very well... if that’s how he wants it. I will wait here then,” she said.
Kissing Harry on the cheek, she told him to tell Lily they all loved her and would see her soon. Then she watched them walk out the door together and sat down to wait.
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Harry followed Healer Carlson down the long and winding corridor towards the children’s wing until they came to a door and he stopped.
“Well, here we are then. I will leave you alone now to speak with him. Once you’re ready for me to join you, just summon Lily’s nurse.” The Healer looked down at Harry and added, “Alright, well good luck then.” Then he walked away the way they had come.
Harry watched him for just a second with a perplexed look on his face, before turning to the door. Putting his hand on the knob, he slowly opened it and walked into the darkening room. As soon as he entered, Harry saw a tall cloaked figure standing with its back towards him near the crib in the far corner. Squinting, he thought it looked vaguely familiar and cautiously approached. When he got near, the figure turned and recognition hit Harry. White faced and hand quickly grabbing his wand, Harry snarled.
“SNAPE!”
TBC
Next chapter Harry and Snape have a long over due confrontation.