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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
50
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105,147
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543
Recommended:
6
Currently Reading:
4
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No Chocolate.
A/N WELL WELL WELL wasn\'t that interesting???? Did I or Did I not just prove I\'m the queen of cliffie\'s??? But alas I am no sadistic son of a bitch and have infact updated with the anticipated 42nd chapter.... Thank-you to everyone who reviewed, honestly did you think I was going to be a utter bastard and kill off Severus??? Come on who\'s Harry going to fuck if Sevie\'s not around??? Think about it..... Anyway special mention to the below, who had me in utter stitches reading thier reviews.
Cheekylittlebugger:- I\'m a *nasty little jerk-faced meany-pants* you say??? Well I loved it so much I\'m thinking of changing my name to \'nasty little jerk faced meany pants\' it\'s so catchy, and it makes me smile.
Moi:- Yes alas, the curse was supposed to be spelt correctly but my MS Word likes to fuck with words it thinks doesn’t exist, and hence while it’s all monged *this word apparently doesn’t exist either*. I have fixed it though. Oh and while I’m at it, Sirius, in the list of dead people was a mistake on my account, it was cut and copied from another sentence by accident and I forgot to remove it. Sorry to all those who shat themselves thinking Sirius was dead yet again! He\'s not!.
She-Who-Shall- Not-Be-Named: *Dances in really bad 80\'s style robot* I love it, I love it, I love it. The Grinch and Me, it\'d make a good title of a film don\'t you think. Thanks for the song love, and I got the message loud and clear.
Jess:- A thousand chocolate frogs for the plot king/queen in the making…..have you ever thought of making a living out of guessing stuff ??? You’re good at it. *hint, hint*
ANYWAY ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 42
“Really my dear boy you’re not doing yourself any good by staying here.”
“I said I’m staying put.”
“It’s been three weeks my dear boy, you really should rest yourself.”
“Albus leave me alone.”
“Please. Poppy is going spare, she insists that you return to your house.”
“There’s nothing left of my house.”
“Nonsense, the few who remain are in desperate need of your guidance, many have lost their parents you know.”
“I’m no one’s surrogate parent Albus, let Minerva deal with them compassion is her area of expertise.”
“Compassion is everyone’s expertise my dear boy, perhaps you should show a little.”
“Compassion?”…….. “And I suppose this is what you call compassion Albus?”
“We can not help other people’s perceptions of us my dear boy. This is an unfortunate oversight by the ministry.”
“With all due respect headmaster, I couldn’t give three fucking newts about whether the ministry have failed in their job or not, all I want is for you and everyone else to leave me alone.”
“Very well my dear boy, but please sleep a little this is not helping his situation at all….”
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An irritating tickle under his nose drew him from the realms of darkness, into the golden glow of the morning sunlight, streaming in through the high glass window behind him. His eyes were dry as if they hadn’t been used in years, and he blinked a couple of times to clear his vision. Slowly he pushed himself up a little in the bed trying not to move the body pressed against him. Sitting up a little straighter he fumbled about on the bedside table until finally he found the familiar frames of his glasses, and slid them on the end of his nose. His world came into focus and he could hardly believe who was lying against his stomach. Familiar black, greasy hair tumbled over the stark white sheets, obscuring the pale thin face hidden below the curtain of hair. The man was breathing deeply in his sleep, his mouth slight parted and his eyes shut tight. Still in disbelief Harry stretched out his hand to tentatively touch the man’s cheek. The cheek was warm in the sunshine, and slightly rough as if it hadn’t shaved in a few days. The long dark eyelashes fluttered in his sleep and the man muttered something unintelligible as he unconsciously leaned in to the boys touch. Harry had never seen such a welcome vision in his entire life, than that of the man lying at his side. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared at the man, his fingertips just ghosting over his face ensuring what he was seeing was real.
“Honestly Ronald, madam pomfrey warned you last time not to bring chocolate into the infirmary!” Harry heard the doors to the infirmary swing open and smiled brightly as he listened to the voices of his two closest friends as they approached the closed curtains around his bed.
“So, if Harry wakes up I want him to have a good supply of chocolate frogs.” Harry smiled at Ron’s reasoning, as the footsteps drew closer. Harry had been living in a nightmare for three weeks, not that he knew it, and one of the images that featured heavily was that of seeing his friends lying dead around him. It seemed almost too good to be true to hear Hermione and Ron heading for his bed. Hermione tutted loudly and Harry could picture clearly the girls sideways glare at her boyfriend. The footsteps stopped outside the curtain and Harry braced himself as the curtains were pulled slowly open.
“Besides I want Harry to…………” Ron’s continued protests trailed off as both he and Hermione stepped into the little cubical to find Harry sitting up in bed, smiling at them.
“Harry?” Hermione was the first to speak her voice hardly audible as she stared at her best friend in complete shock.
“Hermione. Ron.” Harry croaked weakly watching as a single silver tear ran down Hermione’s cheek moments before the young girl had launched herself onto the bed smothering Harry, and the man lying asleep in his lap. Harry could hardly move as Hermione hugged him, speaking at ten times the speed of light in sentences that rolled into one another like gibberish.
“What the fuck!” The man that had been sleeping in Harry’s lap had sat up abruptly from the bed all but falling back in his chair beside the bed as a fuzz of brown hair engulfed the boy on the bed.
“Madam Pomfrey! He’s awake He’s awake!” Screaming at the top of his lungs Ron disappeared from the cubical his shouts echoing around the deserted infirmary. Harry smiled at Hermione who sat back from him having pressed a firm, sloppy kiss to her best friends lips.
“You scared us soooo much.” Hermione admonished sternly right before there was a thud from beside the bed. Hermione and Harry both looked sideways and watched as the potions professor slumped in the chair, his head in his hands and his shoulders shuddering in tears of relief.
“Sev.” Harry whispered still hardly believing it was really his mate sitting beside him. Dutifully Hermione stepped down off the bed and slipped out of the half open curtains. Slowly Severus rose his head from his hands, his cheeks stained with tears and his eyes red with tiredness. There were fading bruises on his sallow cheeks, and his hair was straggly and knotted. “I…” Harry didn’t know what to say and shook his head quietly still in shock. “I saw you die, I felt you go, you shouldn’t be here.” Harry whispered turning his hands over in his lap as if looking for the blood he’d wiped from Severus’ face the last few moments before he’d watched his lover die. Uncharacteristically Severus sniffled back his tears, wiping his nose on the sleave of his robes as he stood up shakily from his chair and took the half step over to Harry’s beside. Harry shook visibly as Severus reached down and cupped the boy’s face between his hands ensuring the emerald greens eyes were fixed on his own.
“You saw my brother die Harry, it was Jasper.” Harry wasn’t sure what to feel as the words slipped from Severus lips, and as he stared into the eyes of his lover Harry broke down into heartbreaking sobs.
“I thought you were gone, I didn’t know what to do, I can’t…I couldn’t face it without you, it hurt so much…..” Harry sobbed openly clearly distressed by everything. Severus nodded understandingly and pulled Harry against his chest, holding his lover tightly as the sobs wracked his body.
“Shhhh, it’s okay, it’s all over now.” Severus rocked Harry back and forth gently in his arms as Harry continued to cry, the salty tears soaking the potion professors shirt through.
“You’re a complete bastard!” Harry burst out unable to control his emotions as disbelieve turned into relief before swaying towards anger. Severus chuckled and snuggled Harry closer to him, his nose buried in the boys messy mop of hair.
“And you’re not in my good books either, kissing my brother like that.” Severus laughed gently watching as curious green eyes looked up at him from within the circle of his arms.
“I thought he was you, I thought you left me you sadistic son of a bitch.” Severus laughed out loud this time before glaring with mock anger down at his lover in his arms.
“Harold James Potter, language like that is not permitted in my wards!” Harry glanced around Severus as the last of the curtains were pulled open to reveal quite a crowd gathered in the infirmary. “Now come along young man and let’s have a look at you, now you’ve finally seen fit to grace us with your presence again.” Harry smiled sideways at the mediwitch as she approached the bed. Severus sat back down in his chair as Albus walked quietly over to him and placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder.
“Now will you return to your chambers my dear boy?” Harry muttered quietly as the mediwitch fussed over him, half listening to the conversation going on between Albus and Severus.
“In a minute Albus I want to hear about……..” Harry watched as the mediwitch raised her head from a clipboard and chart she was reading, interrupting Severus before he could continue.
“They’re both fine Professor Snape, for goodness sake go back to your rooms and clean yourself up.” Harry smiled as Poppy placed a gentle hand on Harry’s stomach, indicating to Severus what she was talking about. Severus nodded quietly and having stood up carefully leant over and kissed Harry gently on the forehead before allowing Albus to lead him from the infirmary. Harry didn’t miss the way Severus limped or the twisted cane Severus collected from the end of Harry’s bed to help him walk. Harry desperately wanted to know what had gone on during the last battle, and if he truly had killed Voldemort but as Poppy shooed everyone away there was little chance Harry was going to hear the story anytime soon. With the curtain pulled closed again and Poppy finishing her procedure Harry smiled as the mediwitch paused and placed a gentle hand over Harry’s lying atop the covers. “You’re the luckiest wizard I know Potter, no one would have survived that as well as you did. Now promise me, no stressing, no getting out of bed and no chocolate.” Harry rolled his eyes as he watched Madam Pomfrey confiscate the three chocolate frogs left on his bedside table by Ron. “You have to look after yourself for a few weeks Harry or this baby is going to get a rough ride into being, if it hasn’t already.” Harry smiled and nodded, Madam pomfrey moving to leave Harry to himself.
“Madam Pomfrey.” Harry whispered stopping the mediwitch before she could leave.
“Yes my dear Mr Potter?”
“Did everyone survive?” Harry whispered unsure if his question was appropriate or not. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey sighed heavily, her smile faltering a little to become more melancholy.
“Some better than others Harry.” Was her reply before she disappeared into her own little ward, leaving Harry sitting up in bed contemplating that comment.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N I promised answers, and answer\'s you\'ll get in the next chapters. Oh and prepare youself this little puppy has got one sick final twist before it ends, just to keep you on your toes.
Cheekylittlebugger:- I\'m a *nasty little jerk-faced meany-pants* you say??? Well I loved it so much I\'m thinking of changing my name to \'nasty little jerk faced meany pants\' it\'s so catchy, and it makes me smile.
Moi:- Yes alas, the curse was supposed to be spelt correctly but my MS Word likes to fuck with words it thinks doesn’t exist, and hence while it’s all monged *this word apparently doesn’t exist either*. I have fixed it though. Oh and while I’m at it, Sirius, in the list of dead people was a mistake on my account, it was cut and copied from another sentence by accident and I forgot to remove it. Sorry to all those who shat themselves thinking Sirius was dead yet again! He\'s not!.
She-Who-Shall- Not-Be-Named: *Dances in really bad 80\'s style robot* I love it, I love it, I love it. The Grinch and Me, it\'d make a good title of a film don\'t you think. Thanks for the song love, and I got the message loud and clear.
Jess:- A thousand chocolate frogs for the plot king/queen in the making…..have you ever thought of making a living out of guessing stuff ??? You’re good at it. *hint, hint*
ANYWAY ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 42
“Really my dear boy you’re not doing yourself any good by staying here.”
“I said I’m staying put.”
“It’s been three weeks my dear boy, you really should rest yourself.”
“Albus leave me alone.”
“Please. Poppy is going spare, she insists that you return to your house.”
“There’s nothing left of my house.”
“Nonsense, the few who remain are in desperate need of your guidance, many have lost their parents you know.”
“I’m no one’s surrogate parent Albus, let Minerva deal with them compassion is her area of expertise.”
“Compassion is everyone’s expertise my dear boy, perhaps you should show a little.”
“Compassion?”…….. “And I suppose this is what you call compassion Albus?”
“We can not help other people’s perceptions of us my dear boy. This is an unfortunate oversight by the ministry.”
“With all due respect headmaster, I couldn’t give three fucking newts about whether the ministry have failed in their job or not, all I want is for you and everyone else to leave me alone.”
“Very well my dear boy, but please sleep a little this is not helping his situation at all….”
*************************************
An irritating tickle under his nose drew him from the realms of darkness, into the golden glow of the morning sunlight, streaming in through the high glass window behind him. His eyes were dry as if they hadn’t been used in years, and he blinked a couple of times to clear his vision. Slowly he pushed himself up a little in the bed trying not to move the body pressed against him. Sitting up a little straighter he fumbled about on the bedside table until finally he found the familiar frames of his glasses, and slid them on the end of his nose. His world came into focus and he could hardly believe who was lying against his stomach. Familiar black, greasy hair tumbled over the stark white sheets, obscuring the pale thin face hidden below the curtain of hair. The man was breathing deeply in his sleep, his mouth slight parted and his eyes shut tight. Still in disbelief Harry stretched out his hand to tentatively touch the man’s cheek. The cheek was warm in the sunshine, and slightly rough as if it hadn’t shaved in a few days. The long dark eyelashes fluttered in his sleep and the man muttered something unintelligible as he unconsciously leaned in to the boys touch. Harry had never seen such a welcome vision in his entire life, than that of the man lying at his side. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared at the man, his fingertips just ghosting over his face ensuring what he was seeing was real.
“Honestly Ronald, madam pomfrey warned you last time not to bring chocolate into the infirmary!” Harry heard the doors to the infirmary swing open and smiled brightly as he listened to the voices of his two closest friends as they approached the closed curtains around his bed.
“So, if Harry wakes up I want him to have a good supply of chocolate frogs.” Harry smiled at Ron’s reasoning, as the footsteps drew closer. Harry had been living in a nightmare for three weeks, not that he knew it, and one of the images that featured heavily was that of seeing his friends lying dead around him. It seemed almost too good to be true to hear Hermione and Ron heading for his bed. Hermione tutted loudly and Harry could picture clearly the girls sideways glare at her boyfriend. The footsteps stopped outside the curtain and Harry braced himself as the curtains were pulled slowly open.
“Besides I want Harry to…………” Ron’s continued protests trailed off as both he and Hermione stepped into the little cubical to find Harry sitting up in bed, smiling at them.
“Harry?” Hermione was the first to speak her voice hardly audible as she stared at her best friend in complete shock.
“Hermione. Ron.” Harry croaked weakly watching as a single silver tear ran down Hermione’s cheek moments before the young girl had launched herself onto the bed smothering Harry, and the man lying asleep in his lap. Harry could hardly move as Hermione hugged him, speaking at ten times the speed of light in sentences that rolled into one another like gibberish.
“What the fuck!” The man that had been sleeping in Harry’s lap had sat up abruptly from the bed all but falling back in his chair beside the bed as a fuzz of brown hair engulfed the boy on the bed.
“Madam Pomfrey! He’s awake He’s awake!” Screaming at the top of his lungs Ron disappeared from the cubical his shouts echoing around the deserted infirmary. Harry smiled at Hermione who sat back from him having pressed a firm, sloppy kiss to her best friends lips.
“You scared us soooo much.” Hermione admonished sternly right before there was a thud from beside the bed. Hermione and Harry both looked sideways and watched as the potions professor slumped in the chair, his head in his hands and his shoulders shuddering in tears of relief.
“Sev.” Harry whispered still hardly believing it was really his mate sitting beside him. Dutifully Hermione stepped down off the bed and slipped out of the half open curtains. Slowly Severus rose his head from his hands, his cheeks stained with tears and his eyes red with tiredness. There were fading bruises on his sallow cheeks, and his hair was straggly and knotted. “I…” Harry didn’t know what to say and shook his head quietly still in shock. “I saw you die, I felt you go, you shouldn’t be here.” Harry whispered turning his hands over in his lap as if looking for the blood he’d wiped from Severus’ face the last few moments before he’d watched his lover die. Uncharacteristically Severus sniffled back his tears, wiping his nose on the sleave of his robes as he stood up shakily from his chair and took the half step over to Harry’s beside. Harry shook visibly as Severus reached down and cupped the boy’s face between his hands ensuring the emerald greens eyes were fixed on his own.
“You saw my brother die Harry, it was Jasper.” Harry wasn’t sure what to feel as the words slipped from Severus lips, and as he stared into the eyes of his lover Harry broke down into heartbreaking sobs.
“I thought you were gone, I didn’t know what to do, I can’t…I couldn’t face it without you, it hurt so much…..” Harry sobbed openly clearly distressed by everything. Severus nodded understandingly and pulled Harry against his chest, holding his lover tightly as the sobs wracked his body.
“Shhhh, it’s okay, it’s all over now.” Severus rocked Harry back and forth gently in his arms as Harry continued to cry, the salty tears soaking the potion professors shirt through.
“You’re a complete bastard!” Harry burst out unable to control his emotions as disbelieve turned into relief before swaying towards anger. Severus chuckled and snuggled Harry closer to him, his nose buried in the boys messy mop of hair.
“And you’re not in my good books either, kissing my brother like that.” Severus laughed gently watching as curious green eyes looked up at him from within the circle of his arms.
“I thought he was you, I thought you left me you sadistic son of a bitch.” Severus laughed out loud this time before glaring with mock anger down at his lover in his arms.
“Harold James Potter, language like that is not permitted in my wards!” Harry glanced around Severus as the last of the curtains were pulled open to reveal quite a crowd gathered in the infirmary. “Now come along young man and let’s have a look at you, now you’ve finally seen fit to grace us with your presence again.” Harry smiled sideways at the mediwitch as she approached the bed. Severus sat back down in his chair as Albus walked quietly over to him and placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder.
“Now will you return to your chambers my dear boy?” Harry muttered quietly as the mediwitch fussed over him, half listening to the conversation going on between Albus and Severus.
“In a minute Albus I want to hear about……..” Harry watched as the mediwitch raised her head from a clipboard and chart she was reading, interrupting Severus before he could continue.
“They’re both fine Professor Snape, for goodness sake go back to your rooms and clean yourself up.” Harry smiled as Poppy placed a gentle hand on Harry’s stomach, indicating to Severus what she was talking about. Severus nodded quietly and having stood up carefully leant over and kissed Harry gently on the forehead before allowing Albus to lead him from the infirmary. Harry didn’t miss the way Severus limped or the twisted cane Severus collected from the end of Harry’s bed to help him walk. Harry desperately wanted to know what had gone on during the last battle, and if he truly had killed Voldemort but as Poppy shooed everyone away there was little chance Harry was going to hear the story anytime soon. With the curtain pulled closed again and Poppy finishing her procedure Harry smiled as the mediwitch paused and placed a gentle hand over Harry’s lying atop the covers. “You’re the luckiest wizard I know Potter, no one would have survived that as well as you did. Now promise me, no stressing, no getting out of bed and no chocolate.” Harry rolled his eyes as he watched Madam Pomfrey confiscate the three chocolate frogs left on his bedside table by Ron. “You have to look after yourself for a few weeks Harry or this baby is going to get a rough ride into being, if it hasn’t already.” Harry smiled and nodded, Madam pomfrey moving to leave Harry to himself.
“Madam Pomfrey.” Harry whispered stopping the mediwitch before she could leave.
“Yes my dear Mr Potter?”
“Did everyone survive?” Harry whispered unsure if his question was appropriate or not. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey sighed heavily, her smile faltering a little to become more melancholy.
“Some better than others Harry.” Was her reply before she disappeared into her own little ward, leaving Harry sitting up in bed contemplating that comment.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N I promised answers, and answer\'s you\'ll get in the next chapters. Oh and prepare youself this little puppy has got one sick final twist before it ends, just to keep you on your toes.