Stolen Wings
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,124
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 3
Yay, Chapter 3! This is all I have for now, for I need to write more. After this one, the chapters will be longer, I promise. I think I have the next chapter written on paper somewhere, I just need to find it. Until then, enjoy!
Once again, I do not, not ever will own Harry Potter or anything relating to that world.
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He awoke to the sound of foot steps entering the room. As they approached, he believed he must be dreaming. For, firstly, he was not in that horrid cell; many of the dreams he had saw him free of that place. Secondly, it had been Snape who had freed him; which was a ludicrous thought.
It had been a very long time since any dreams had come, so this was welcomed. Even if Snape was involved in the dream, he fought to hang onto it just a little longer. Slowly, sleep slipped from his mind, and he realized that this was no dream. He had in fact been rescued, stolen away from Azkaban, by Snape.
The idea of the Potions master being the one to save him was too twisted; yet it made sense. After all, his friends had betrayed him, Dumbledor was dead, and everybody else who might have helped him seemed to have forgotten all about him.
His mind settled in on just how good it the bed felt beneath him. So soft, he just wanted to sink in and sleep for the next year; well maybe the next week at least. But that thought was cut off by the ‘call of nature’; okay, more like the ‘scream of nature’.
Slowly he stirred and moved to pull back the covers; just now realizing that he was naked. Though he didn’t care much, until he opened his eyes. Snape was sitting in an over stuffed chair, close to the bed, and sleeping soundly. He glanced around quickly, searching for anything to cover himself. Sure, it was a safe bet that Snape had already seen him unclothed, since he had been the one to bring him here; but he was still rather modest about his body. He found a night robe and promptly pulled it on Sliding out of bed, his feet hit the carpet, and he had to take a moment to enjoy the feeling.
Quiet as a mouse, he made his way to the adjoining bathroom, thankful that he had not had to go looking for it. After relieving himself, he just had to snoop around a bit, drawn in by the fact that there was this huge bath tub, and fluffy towels that just begged for him to use them. Soon enough he had run a nice hot bath, with bubbles, and was relaxing for the first time. He used nearly a while bar of soap to wash away all the filth, grime and dirt that he had collected during the past year, both the dirt he could and couldn’t see.
He stayed in the bath until he was way past pruney and the water was cold, before climbing out. Wrapping up in the night robe again, after drying off, he padded back out to the bed room, this time taking a good look around. Harry was shocked and amazed that his things were here, waiting for him. He had thought that all of this had been destroyed long ago; and by the time he had found the photo album of his parents, he was in tears.
Of all the people in the world, Snape was the last person the he thought would have done this for him. The fact that his stuff was all here, all in tact, meant that the professor had been planning his escape since the beginning. His heart lurched, as if kick starting from a dormant slumber, and the tears fell quicker. Never had anybody done anything like this for him; close, but never to this extent. He stood there with the book for what seemed like hours, sniffling and letting the tears fall as they may.
Severus awoke quietly to the sound of the sniffles. Opening his eyes, he saw that Harry was awake. The old familiar role kicked in instinctively when he realized that the boy was crying, and he near sneered as he rose. “What has the great Harry Potter so upset?”
Harry near jumped out of his skin when he heard the Potions master, and Snape cringed inwardly for causing that reaction. For here, and now, he did not see the one Golden Boy of the wizarding world, the would be savor. What he saw was something more real, something that he had wanted to see; but now that he had, he never wanted to see again. Harry Potter, playing the part of the victim. Having him here made it all too real, and he silently cursed every single one of those people who had brought the boy to this point. Snape knew what it was like to be the victim of other people’s callous insensativities; and although he had wanted revenge at one point, recently he had promised himself that he would never stoop to their level.
Harry watched his former professor for a moment, quickly trying to wipe away his tears. With slight hesitation, he moved towards Snape, as they both held their breaths. There was only a moment’s pause when he reached him; then he flung his arms around him and clung to him, much like a small child. He buried his tear stained face against Severus’ robes, murmuring words he never thought would fall from his lips “Thank you.”
It was so close to a whisper, that Severus nearly missed it. Initially, he had no idea what to think of this mess of a boy clinging to him as if for dear life; but then he did something that neither one of them imagined would happen. He brought his arms around to cradle the boy as though to comfort him, and murmur back. “You’re Welcome.”
Once again, I do not, not ever will own Harry Potter or anything relating to that world.
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He awoke to the sound of foot steps entering the room. As they approached, he believed he must be dreaming. For, firstly, he was not in that horrid cell; many of the dreams he had saw him free of that place. Secondly, it had been Snape who had freed him; which was a ludicrous thought.
It had been a very long time since any dreams had come, so this was welcomed. Even if Snape was involved in the dream, he fought to hang onto it just a little longer. Slowly, sleep slipped from his mind, and he realized that this was no dream. He had in fact been rescued, stolen away from Azkaban, by Snape.
The idea of the Potions master being the one to save him was too twisted; yet it made sense. After all, his friends had betrayed him, Dumbledor was dead, and everybody else who might have helped him seemed to have forgotten all about him.
His mind settled in on just how good it the bed felt beneath him. So soft, he just wanted to sink in and sleep for the next year; well maybe the next week at least. But that thought was cut off by the ‘call of nature’; okay, more like the ‘scream of nature’.
Slowly he stirred and moved to pull back the covers; just now realizing that he was naked. Though he didn’t care much, until he opened his eyes. Snape was sitting in an over stuffed chair, close to the bed, and sleeping soundly. He glanced around quickly, searching for anything to cover himself. Sure, it was a safe bet that Snape had already seen him unclothed, since he had been the one to bring him here; but he was still rather modest about his body. He found a night robe and promptly pulled it on Sliding out of bed, his feet hit the carpet, and he had to take a moment to enjoy the feeling.
Quiet as a mouse, he made his way to the adjoining bathroom, thankful that he had not had to go looking for it. After relieving himself, he just had to snoop around a bit, drawn in by the fact that there was this huge bath tub, and fluffy towels that just begged for him to use them. Soon enough he had run a nice hot bath, with bubbles, and was relaxing for the first time. He used nearly a while bar of soap to wash away all the filth, grime and dirt that he had collected during the past year, both the dirt he could and couldn’t see.
He stayed in the bath until he was way past pruney and the water was cold, before climbing out. Wrapping up in the night robe again, after drying off, he padded back out to the bed room, this time taking a good look around. Harry was shocked and amazed that his things were here, waiting for him. He had thought that all of this had been destroyed long ago; and by the time he had found the photo album of his parents, he was in tears.
Of all the people in the world, Snape was the last person the he thought would have done this for him. The fact that his stuff was all here, all in tact, meant that the professor had been planning his escape since the beginning. His heart lurched, as if kick starting from a dormant slumber, and the tears fell quicker. Never had anybody done anything like this for him; close, but never to this extent. He stood there with the book for what seemed like hours, sniffling and letting the tears fall as they may.
Severus awoke quietly to the sound of the sniffles. Opening his eyes, he saw that Harry was awake. The old familiar role kicked in instinctively when he realized that the boy was crying, and he near sneered as he rose. “What has the great Harry Potter so upset?”
Harry near jumped out of his skin when he heard the Potions master, and Snape cringed inwardly for causing that reaction. For here, and now, he did not see the one Golden Boy of the wizarding world, the would be savor. What he saw was something more real, something that he had wanted to see; but now that he had, he never wanted to see again. Harry Potter, playing the part of the victim. Having him here made it all too real, and he silently cursed every single one of those people who had brought the boy to this point. Snape knew what it was like to be the victim of other people’s callous insensativities; and although he had wanted revenge at one point, recently he had promised himself that he would never stoop to their level.
Harry watched his former professor for a moment, quickly trying to wipe away his tears. With slight hesitation, he moved towards Snape, as they both held their breaths. There was only a moment’s pause when he reached him; then he flung his arms around him and clung to him, much like a small child. He buried his tear stained face against Severus’ robes, murmuring words he never thought would fall from his lips “Thank you.”
It was so close to a whisper, that Severus nearly missed it. Initially, he had no idea what to think of this mess of a boy clinging to him as if for dear life; but then he did something that neither one of them imagined would happen. He brought his arms around to cradle the boy as though to comfort him, and murmur back. “You’re Welcome.”