Forever Yours

Chapter 4


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A/N: So sorry I haven’t updated! I wanted to get this up a few days ago, but something came up. That something included one of my deranged English professors and her insane project, it has been zapping all my extra time. This is the first time I’ve even seen a computer on in a while. So without further ado... Chapter 4 of “Forever Yours”!!!



Harry sniffled a bit and let out a shuttering sigh. He shifted on the bed a little and turned red rimmed eyes upon the speaker.

Dark, very nearly black, eyes clashed with the normally bright green eyes-now dulled somehow by resent events- in the lights of the infirmary.

The two wizards stared at each for a few moments before Harry finally broke contact by sitting up, more easily this time, and using the hospital bed blanket to remove all traces or his crying. Leaving only his puffy reddish eyes as evidence.

As Harry sipped from a glass of water from the night table, the other wizard approached the bed. As he reached the side he conjured a plush hunter green chair and sat down. He watched Harry, silently waiting for the boy to speak.

“Did you here, everything?” Harry asked, looking at his visitor. His voice a little hoarse after the abuse his throat had endured.

“How do you know I just found out? I could have been keeping it form you.”

Harry smiled, “Because, Severus, you would have told me if you did.” He put an emphasis on the ‘you’ making it clear that Harry believed that the Headmaster knew the whole story before enlightening anyone else. The question of course was ‘why?’. Harry didn’t ask Severus, knowing it was pointless, one- he didn’t know the answer and two- he had already asked himself, most likely.

Severus Snape “hmmed” and both feel into a familiar and comfortable silence.

Harry looked out the window and noticed, with some surprise, that the sky was beginning to lighten to pink, dawn was approaching. He suddenly felt very tiredd and yawned.

Severus took note of Harry’s sleepiness and stood up. “Come on Harry, we are going to the dungeons so you can get some real rest.”

“Does the Headmaster know where I will be?”

“Of course not!” Severus half mocked offence at such at the very suggestion. “Now lets go.”

When Harry stood up he was surprised by his legs lack of weakness, he only felt the general stiffness of having been abed for so long.

The Potions Master didn’t seem concerned, he was scowling at Harry’s baggy, wrinkled, dirty muggle clothes.

Harry glanced down at himself and scrunched up his nose in disgust. He was wearing the same clothes he had been wearing the day before.

Harry’s uncle had, had him doing yard work all that day on top of cooking and cleaning. By the time night gad fallen, he had been to exhausted to change clothes, or even to take them off. As soon as his head hit the pillow, Harry was asleep.

It was a coincidence the he had awoken from that sleep before midnight. But maybe it wasn’t such a big one after all.

“Could I take a shower first, and have a change of clothes?”


“Yes, you may bathe. You can borrow some of my clothes; the Headmaster has not seen fit to retrieve your belongings from the muggles and bring them here.”

Harry didn’t need to use his strange new power to feel the strong feelings of others to know that Severus was nervous. He began to get a sense that he was not going to like the answer to his next question.

Harry looked up into Severus’ black eyes, “Why not?” His voice was smaller then it had been before.

The Potions Master’s nervousness increased ten fold, though judging from his face one would never know, it was nearly choking Harry in some strange way. Harry pushed the feeling aside as best he could and waited for Severus’ answer, with no little bit of trepidation.

Severus let lose a nearly inaudible sigh, “Because, Harry, they were placed in my home.” He locked eyes with Harry, waiting for a reaction.

Harry was, once again, struck dumb with more shocking news. This time, however, it was wonderful news. ‘I going to live with Severus? Not at the Dursely’s, or all alone a Grimmauld Place?!?’ Harry was so afraid he had heard wrong he had to ask if he heard right.

Severus lost his nervousness, which relieved Harry’s senses, only to be replaced by annoyance. “Of course you heard right, foolish boy.” Severus’ voice brooked no argument, “Im your new guardian as of today, you’ll now be living with me.”

Harry had mixed feelings about this news, he was very happy of course, but he was also confused. “But what about Sirius?”

Severus sighed again, this time louder. “Lets get you cleaned up and changed, then I’ll tell you why not the mutt.” And with that the Potions professor swept out of the infirmary, leaving Harry to follow.
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A few hours time had Harry cleaned up and in Severus’ much too big black silk pjs.
Severus had tried to magically resize the clothes, but Harry like them that way and protested.

Now much more awake after a shower, sitting on a couch in Severus’ personal chambers with a cup of cooling coco. Harry waited for his sour professor to elaborate on his comment about Sirius.

Severus sat in a chair opposite Harry across a coffee table(A/N: do they call them that in Europe?)still in his robes, also with so coco. The room in general had a warm feeling to it which would surprise most others. The couch had two chairs sitting in front of it, they were all a nice cream color. The floor was covered wall to wall in a soft carpet done in black, Harry thought black was an odd choice but it just worked some how. There was a large fire place on one wall and all the others walls were covered with book cases, all lined to near bursting with books from quasi legal potion texts to muggle romance novels, there was a desk in one corner that would usually be pilled with ungraded potion assignments but now had half read books on it. All in all, the room didn’t have very much in the way of personal effects, but it was big and welcoming.

Harry turned from his reinspection of the room-it was not the first time he had been in it- and silently prompted Severus to tell the story.

Severus braced himself by taking a gulp of him coco, wishing it was scotch, and started his tale. “It all started when your godmutt went to see Narcissa Malfoy...”




And that will do it four chapter 4, hope everyone liked it. I had fun writing it. Big hugs to everyone who reviewed, they made me so happy!!! My room mate just rolls her eyes at me now after I read a new one. I would like my cookie now myniephoenix. I hugged more random people, it’s a lot of fun I have come to find. Byes until next time.