Fallen Angel
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
22,031
Reviews:
37
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Revelations
Chapter Five- Revelations
“Miss smarty pants!”
“Mr. know-thing!” Harry just smiled, his friends were not good at name calling. But it had been a long day, and it was not even lunch time. There first class had been Transfiguration. The teacher, Professor McGonagall, his head of house, had got the straight into turning blue marbles, to green marbles. Harry had never thought that he would be able to do it, until Hermione showed him. And now Ron and Hermione were fighting, because the other did better.
“Leave it.” Harry said, but a smile still played at hi lips. The two sighed, dramatically and crossed their arms. “You two.” Harry was finding it easy to talk to his friends. He didn’t have to use the words ‘Master’ or ‘Sir.’ He could say about anything and his friends would not get mad. But he was ready to see his Master, which was his next class, which had not been opened yet. Even though he could not sit at his Master’s feet or sit in his lap, it would be nice to at least see his Master.
“Move aside, Potter.” someone said as they pushed Harry.
“Hey don‘t be…” Harry stopped in mid-sentence. White blond hair. THE MAN. Harry looked around to see if he was here. Seeing no one, but still feeling as though someone was watching him, Harry ran down the hall toward his Master’s, and his, room.
Severus was coming from his living quarters, he was going to make the first year wait. It was the only enjoyment he got anymore, well that and being with Harry. Speaking of Harry…the boy was running down the hall, the look of just sheer terror, with two other behind him. They, each, had worried looks.
“Harry.” They called after him. But the boy was bent on getting to his Master, to be held in his arms, a place of safety. Harry jumped up into Severus’ arms as he closed them. The boy was sobbing, and shaking. What had freighted his little boy? The other two came to a sliding halt. Since Harry was in no shape to speak, Severus asked the girl.
“Girl, what is your name?”
“Hermione Granger.” She spoke bravely, not many did.
Ah his friend. “What is wrong with Mr. Potter?” Harry was holding on to him for dear life, mumbling something that not even Severus acute hearing could hear.
“We were talking at the Potion‘s door, when Draco Malfoy came up and pushed Harry pushed Harry out of the way. Harry was going to say something.” Well at least he is standing up for himself. “But when he looked at Malfoy, he seemed to withdraw and panicked. He looked around than ran down this hall. Ron and I gave chase, to see that he was not hurt.” Severus nodded.
“Thank you. Go tell the rest of the class that class is canceled.” With that he picked up the little boy. Holding the boy close to his head he could now hear Harry’s mumbles.
“I will be good. Not the white haired man. No, Master!” Harry repeated those three sentences over and over again as Severus took him to their rooms. Once inside he sat down at his favorite chair. He held Harry while the boy cried out his heart. He would likely have a headache later, but for now Severus just wanted his little angel to know that someone cared for him.
“Hush little one. You need to stop crying or you will become dehydrated.” That would be all that they needed. Harry was starting to eat right, then now this. Harry hiccupped air. “Don‘t try to talk, now. Wait until you have stopped.” Harry nodded, little tears still coming down, but for the most part he had stopped.
Once he had fully stopped Severus went and got the headache potion.
“Here.” He said on corking the bottle and giving it to Harry. Severus waited another ten minutes before he thought Harry was ready to talk. “Harry, why were you frightened of Mr. Malfoy?” Harry laid his head on his Master chest.
“My head still hurts.” He held his head with one of his hands.
“Harry I do not want to order you, but I will if you don‘t answer.” Harry looked down in shame.
“Because he had white blond hair.”
“You don‘t like white blond hair? Or as it is called platinum.” Harry shook his head. “Then what is it?”
“I have never seen white blond before I was seven, not almost seven.” Harry looked into his Master’s eyes. He had no more tears but they had pain in them. “The first man that I ever touched, other than my Master had white blond hair.”
-=-=-=-=-
“I think that Lucius was that man.” Once Harry had confessed Severus put him to bed, giving him a dreamless draught, then went straight to Dumbledore.
“We have no conclusive proof. But that still dose not say that he didn‘t do it.” The man sat in his chair, with his hands tented, a saddened look on his face.
“But I know it is true. Harry would not lie to me.” Severus slammed his hand down on the desk.
“I know Severus, but right now let us just keep him a way from Mr. Malfoy.”
“Oh I will.” Severus strode to the door and yanked open the door, but he stopped. “If he come near Harry I will kill him.”
“I know.”
“Miss smarty pants!”
“Mr. know-thing!” Harry just smiled, his friends were not good at name calling. But it had been a long day, and it was not even lunch time. There first class had been Transfiguration. The teacher, Professor McGonagall, his head of house, had got the straight into turning blue marbles, to green marbles. Harry had never thought that he would be able to do it, until Hermione showed him. And now Ron and Hermione were fighting, because the other did better.
“Leave it.” Harry said, but a smile still played at hi lips. The two sighed, dramatically and crossed their arms. “You two.” Harry was finding it easy to talk to his friends. He didn’t have to use the words ‘Master’ or ‘Sir.’ He could say about anything and his friends would not get mad. But he was ready to see his Master, which was his next class, which had not been opened yet. Even though he could not sit at his Master’s feet or sit in his lap, it would be nice to at least see his Master.
“Move aside, Potter.” someone said as they pushed Harry.
“Hey don‘t be…” Harry stopped in mid-sentence. White blond hair. THE MAN. Harry looked around to see if he was here. Seeing no one, but still feeling as though someone was watching him, Harry ran down the hall toward his Master’s, and his, room.
Severus was coming from his living quarters, he was going to make the first year wait. It was the only enjoyment he got anymore, well that and being with Harry. Speaking of Harry…the boy was running down the hall, the look of just sheer terror, with two other behind him. They, each, had worried looks.
“Harry.” They called after him. But the boy was bent on getting to his Master, to be held in his arms, a place of safety. Harry jumped up into Severus’ arms as he closed them. The boy was sobbing, and shaking. What had freighted his little boy? The other two came to a sliding halt. Since Harry was in no shape to speak, Severus asked the girl.
“Girl, what is your name?”
“Hermione Granger.” She spoke bravely, not many did.
Ah his friend. “What is wrong with Mr. Potter?” Harry was holding on to him for dear life, mumbling something that not even Severus acute hearing could hear.
“We were talking at the Potion‘s door, when Draco Malfoy came up and pushed Harry pushed Harry out of the way. Harry was going to say something.” Well at least he is standing up for himself. “But when he looked at Malfoy, he seemed to withdraw and panicked. He looked around than ran down this hall. Ron and I gave chase, to see that he was not hurt.” Severus nodded.
“Thank you. Go tell the rest of the class that class is canceled.” With that he picked up the little boy. Holding the boy close to his head he could now hear Harry’s mumbles.
“I will be good. Not the white haired man. No, Master!” Harry repeated those three sentences over and over again as Severus took him to their rooms. Once inside he sat down at his favorite chair. He held Harry while the boy cried out his heart. He would likely have a headache later, but for now Severus just wanted his little angel to know that someone cared for him.
“Hush little one. You need to stop crying or you will become dehydrated.” That would be all that they needed. Harry was starting to eat right, then now this. Harry hiccupped air. “Don‘t try to talk, now. Wait until you have stopped.” Harry nodded, little tears still coming down, but for the most part he had stopped.
Once he had fully stopped Severus went and got the headache potion.
“Here.” He said on corking the bottle and giving it to Harry. Severus waited another ten minutes before he thought Harry was ready to talk. “Harry, why were you frightened of Mr. Malfoy?” Harry laid his head on his Master chest.
“My head still hurts.” He held his head with one of his hands.
“Harry I do not want to order you, but I will if you don‘t answer.” Harry looked down in shame.
“Because he had white blond hair.”
“You don‘t like white blond hair? Or as it is called platinum.” Harry shook his head. “Then what is it?”
“I have never seen white blond before I was seven, not almost seven.” Harry looked into his Master’s eyes. He had no more tears but they had pain in them. “The first man that I ever touched, other than my Master had white blond hair.”
-=-=-=-=-
“I think that Lucius was that man.” Once Harry had confessed Severus put him to bed, giving him a dreamless draught, then went straight to Dumbledore.
“We have no conclusive proof. But that still dose not say that he didn‘t do it.” The man sat in his chair, with his hands tented, a saddened look on his face.
“But I know it is true. Harry would not lie to me.” Severus slammed his hand down on the desk.
“I know Severus, but right now let us just keep him a way from Mr. Malfoy.”
“Oh I will.” Severus strode to the door and yanked open the door, but he stopped. “If he come near Harry I will kill him.”
“I know.”