A Chance at Normal

Disclaimer: No character is really mine, but you all knew that already
huh






Disclaimer: No
character is really mine, but you all knew that already huh.

A/N: Ah the prodigal author has returned. So none of my ramblings and on with
the story.

~ .~ Harry talking to himself.

Chapter Four: Silent Vig
Se
Severus sat on the floor most of the night. He was not even really aware of
anything around

him until Albus came back in to check on him. He heard him walk into the room
and looked up

into the Headmasters eyes.

" Severus please tell me that you have not been in that same spot since
last night." Albus asked

quietly knowing full well that he had not moved.

Severus looked up at Albus confused, " What do you mean 'since last
night'?" surely he

couldn't have stayed in that position all night, could he? He had been so lost
in his thoughts,
h
he guessed that it would have been possible that he had spent the night on the
floor. He looked

back up at Albus and all of the events from the previous night came flooding
back with a

vengeance.

" I should have never doubted Lily's love for me." Was all that he
managed to say before

passing out. Albus managed to catch Severus's head before it hit the cold stone
floor of the

dungeon. Albus slipped his wand out of his robes and levitated Severus up off
the cold damp

dungeon floor. He moved him into his private living room and settled him onto
the couch. After

draping a warm blanket over him Albus set down in a chair close to the
fireplace. Needing

something to read he summoned a book from the mantle above the roaring fire.
Albus sat

reading the book on Most Potent Potions to wait for Severus to wake up from his
nap.

Chuckling at this thought he turned the page not really seeing what he was
reading, his mind was

wandering to the young boy that lay in the infirmary. He hoped that he would be
all right. He felt

terrible, if only he had seen the signs he would have removed Harry from his
relatives care. His

thoughts remained on Harry as he drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile on the other side of the school Harry was trapped in his own
subconscious

oblivious to revelation that had been revealed earlier in the dungeons.

The blackness was driving Harry crazy. It felt like it was closing in on him
and he couldn't

breath. He could barely hear voices some where in the background.

~ That woman sounds like Poppy! Good that means that I am at Hogwarts. Ah that
is a relief. ~

Harry strained against the silence hoping to hear someone talk again. Harry
looked around

hoping to see a glimmer of light somewhere, but he was surrounded by the
darkness. Harry

closed his eyes so that he could pretend that he was somewhere else and not
trapped in the

darkness. I concentrated on trying to hear anything around him. He sat there
for what he thought

was forever when he thought he heard a soft shuffling sound coming closer to
him. Harry

strained to hear where the noise was coming from but it had stopped. When he
was about ready

to give up hope and let the darkness consume him he heard a soft silky voice
starting to talk.

After Severus woke up on his couch he decided that he needed to go and see how
Harry was

doing. Slipping quietly out of the dungeons so not to wake Albus he walked
quickly through the

school and made his way to the infirmary. Walking softly so as to not alert
Poppy that he was

there Severus sat down next to Harry's bed. Seeing the condition the boy was in
made his heart

feel like it was breaking into a million pieces. There were monitors everywhere
making sure that

Harry's vital signs stayed where they were supposed to be at. Severus never thought
that he

would see the day when the boy-who-lived would need an enchanted muggle machine
to breathe

for him.

His son.

The famous Harry Potter was his son.

He wished that he would have known sooner. Maybe he would have been able to
prevent those

stupid muggles from abusing him. Severus sighed dejectedly. What was he
supposed to do?

He wished that he could talk to Harry now so that he knew what to do. So why
not talk to him

now, a little voice in the back of his mind asked quietly.

For the first time in his life Severus Snape started talking to his son.

A/N: Sorry that this was such a short chapter but this is the first time that I
have written in a

while and I needed a way to ease back into writing. I hope that you enjoy it.