What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
46,101
Reviews:
352
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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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.
The Return
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Harry ran across the courtyard, angrily pushing his way through the tight crowd of students vying to get a look at what had caused the upset. Harry had been in Defense class when he’d heard it. A horrendous thunderous crack echoed around the castle practically shaking stone from its foundations. Naturally they’d all run to the windows to get a look and that’s when Harry had seen it. Right before Ron had blocked his vision, Harry had seen the flash of black hair and the sickening glisten of blood in the sunlight. Harry had never run so quickly in his life, trampling over confused students who got in his way. With his chest aching Harry finally pushed his way into the inner circle of the crowd. Justin Fletchley was kneeling beside the dark figure lying lifeless on the courtyard floor.
“Get off him!” Growling Harry pushed Justin out of the way before collapsing to his knees beside the form. Harry’s hands shook as he leant over the body his eyes refusing to see the injuries as he reached for the white mask that still covered the man’s face. Gently Harry tugged at the mask until it slipped slowly off along with the hood of the cloak. The sight that greeted Harry made him whimper in horror. Snape’s face was a sickly pale, deep bruises and festered cuts hid what little features Harry could use to identify his lover. Snape’s breathing was shallow, his thin purpling lips barely parted as his fragile chest rose and fell with each agonizing breath. Harry didn’t know what to do as he stared into Snape’s onyx eyes.
He’d been gone two days. Two of the longest day’s Harry had ever experienced. Harry knew it couldn’t have been a good sign to have been gone as long as he had, but reality was far worse than anything he could have imagined.
“Severus?” Harry’s voice wavered as he shakily pushed aside the strands of dark hair stuck to Snape’s bloodied face.
“Potter.” The effort it took to say the two syllables of Harry’s name seemed to sap what remaining energy Severus had left. As if knowing he was safe at last Severus’ rigid body relaxed and the man collapsed against the courtyard stones. Harry lay his head gently down against Severus’ chest and closed his eyes as he listened to the soft rise and fall of the elder wizards chest.
From somewhere near the back Harry heard the commotion as the headmaster and the other professors pushed their way through the crowd at last.
“Oh dear Merlin he’s dead!” Harry sat up abruptly and glared at McGonagall who had her hand over her mouth and a horrified look in her eyes.
“He’s not dead!” Harry shouted as Albus knelt down beside him and gently ran his own tired, worn hand over Severus’ practically unrecognizable face.
“Indeed Harry, but we must get him some place safe so that Poppy can take care of him.” Harry struggled against Albus as the headmaster dragged him back away from Severus prone form, while Madam Pomfrey took over.
“Where are you taking him?” Harry strained against Albus’ tight hold as the medi witch levitated Severus lifeless body and disappeared briskly inside. “I want to go too!” Harry struggled harder against Albus’ firm grip and was just about to turn and give the elder wizard a taste of his wand when he felt his scar flare into life. The pain that shot through his head sent him crashing to his knees, screaming. In one swift movement the headmaster had lifted Harry into his arms and with a flick of his wand had disappeared…
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TBC>>>>
Harry ran across the courtyard, angrily pushing his way through the tight crowd of students vying to get a look at what had caused the upset. Harry had been in Defense class when he’d heard it. A horrendous thunderous crack echoed around the castle practically shaking stone from its foundations. Naturally they’d all run to the windows to get a look and that’s when Harry had seen it. Right before Ron had blocked his vision, Harry had seen the flash of black hair and the sickening glisten of blood in the sunlight. Harry had never run so quickly in his life, trampling over confused students who got in his way. With his chest aching Harry finally pushed his way into the inner circle of the crowd. Justin Fletchley was kneeling beside the dark figure lying lifeless on the courtyard floor.
“Get off him!” Growling Harry pushed Justin out of the way before collapsing to his knees beside the form. Harry’s hands shook as he leant over the body his eyes refusing to see the injuries as he reached for the white mask that still covered the man’s face. Gently Harry tugged at the mask until it slipped slowly off along with the hood of the cloak. The sight that greeted Harry made him whimper in horror. Snape’s face was a sickly pale, deep bruises and festered cuts hid what little features Harry could use to identify his lover. Snape’s breathing was shallow, his thin purpling lips barely parted as his fragile chest rose and fell with each agonizing breath. Harry didn’t know what to do as he stared into Snape’s onyx eyes.
He’d been gone two days. Two of the longest day’s Harry had ever experienced. Harry knew it couldn’t have been a good sign to have been gone as long as he had, but reality was far worse than anything he could have imagined.
“Severus?” Harry’s voice wavered as he shakily pushed aside the strands of dark hair stuck to Snape’s bloodied face.
“Potter.” The effort it took to say the two syllables of Harry’s name seemed to sap what remaining energy Severus had left. As if knowing he was safe at last Severus’ rigid body relaxed and the man collapsed against the courtyard stones. Harry lay his head gently down against Severus’ chest and closed his eyes as he listened to the soft rise and fall of the elder wizards chest.
From somewhere near the back Harry heard the commotion as the headmaster and the other professors pushed their way through the crowd at last.
“Oh dear Merlin he’s dead!” Harry sat up abruptly and glared at McGonagall who had her hand over her mouth and a horrified look in her eyes.
“He’s not dead!” Harry shouted as Albus knelt down beside him and gently ran his own tired, worn hand over Severus’ practically unrecognizable face.
“Indeed Harry, but we must get him some place safe so that Poppy can take care of him.” Harry struggled against Albus as the headmaster dragged him back away from Severus prone form, while Madam Pomfrey took over.
“Where are you taking him?” Harry strained against Albus’ tight hold as the medi witch levitated Severus lifeless body and disappeared briskly inside. “I want to go too!” Harry struggled harder against Albus’ firm grip and was just about to turn and give the elder wizard a taste of his wand when he felt his scar flare into life. The pain that shot through his head sent him crashing to his knees, screaming. In one swift movement the headmaster had lifted Harry into his arms and with a flick of his wand had disappeared…
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TBC>>>>