Death Eater Takes a Holiday

Diclaimer:I still don't own any of this






 

"I must be a real bastard."

Harry had no idea what to say. It was only last week that he
would have agreed with him. Now what did he think? If he was going to say
anything it had better be soon. Too late. Sev stood up when Harry's lack of
response confirmed it.

"Good night, Harry" Severus walked up the stairs
to the dorm rooms, ignoring Harry's calls for him to wait.

 

 

Chapter 6 "Finite Incantatum"

 

Ron and Harry headed for the common room after lunch.

"Harry, what do you care if he didn't show for lunch?"

"He didn't show for breakfast either." Ron
shrugged. "I think I might have made him angry."

"Why, because you kicked his arse at quidditch again?
Serves him right, I didn't even ask him to come."

"He wasn’t going to, I asked him. I wouldn't have had
to kick his arse if you had picked him for the team when you had the
chance."

"Why should we pretend to like him? He'll be back to normal on Monday. He's
still Snape, just a younger version."

"You thought he was nice when we first met him,"
protested Harry, entering the common room.

"Because I didn't have a chance to know him yet.
Really, why's he mad at you, Harry?" Harry didn't answer; he looked around
to see who else was in the common room, and led Ron to the dorm.

"You still don't know him. Just because he's Sn you you
figure he's not worth being nice to." Harry pulled out his potions essay
and showed it to him. Ron read through it, nodding and raising his eyebrows
occasionally.

"This is great. When did you do all this?"

"Last night. I thought since Snape knows about 'Cram
Tuesday' I'd better do a good job so he can't complain about the work being
rushed. I didn’t do the last part there," Harry said, showing Ron where
Severus had added. "He came downstairs and read it; I was asleep on the couch.
When I told him I shouldn't let him because I didn't really know the
information, he explained it all to me. You should have seen him; he talks with
his hands when he's really into it." Ron looked over the essay again.

"Even without his part this is better than your usual;
no offence mate. Too bad, you know what you have to do don't you?" Harry
nodded, rereading the essay one last time.
"I know," said Harry taking out his wand. "Finite
Incantatum" Ron looked on to see the extra paragraphs fade from the
parchment. Harry sighed and put it back into his book bag.

"What did you do to make him angry" Harry sighed
again. Damn Ron to not forget that.

"He sees how everyone acts around him, you included. We
were talking," Harry lied "He said that he must be a real bastard,
and I didn't actually argue the fact with him. I tried talking to him, but he
went off to bed. I feel bad after all he did for me with the essay." And
'cause I love how he kisses. Harry left the last part unsaid, lest he freak
out Ron. Ron laughed. "What?"

"You're funny, Harry, you lecture me about not picking
him for the team, and you’re the one who didn't even argue when his called
himself a bastard? Oh that's rich. I wish I could have seen him say it. Do you
think one day when you get a pensieve you could show it to me?" laughed
Ron.

"I'm not so sure anymore about him being a bastard and
all. And you've got to admit at least this week he's not a greasy git."
Harry said, thng ang about when he ran his hands through his jet-black hair.
Ron's eye grew wide.

"Don't even tell me … this is worse than when you said
Draco had a nice arse. Come Monday he will be a greasy bastard. You only fancy
him because he's young and… well."

 

"It's not the same, having a nice arse doesn't mean
Draco isn't still a jerk, and I don't think it's just because Sev's young and
…HOT. You have to admit he is Ron, even if you don't fancy men. He is hot. And
not just when he's young; haven't you ever listened to his voice?"

 

Ron held his shocked expression.

"You never told me you fancied Snape before last
week!" Ron said pulling a face.

 

"I didn't, it was more like Draco' so arse. But now
when I spend time with him, I don't know, I'm just not so sure he's a bastard
is all." Suddenly it occurred to Harry that it wasn’t Ron who needed to be
convinced that Snape wasn't a bastard. "I've got to go Ron, I'll see you
later."

 

Ron stood there shaking his head, "and I thought it
was girls I didn't understand."

 

Harry looked all over the castle for Sev. Harry climbed the
steps to the Astronomy Tower, disappointed to find it empty. He looked around,
thinking about the last time they were up there. Harry blew the hair from his
eyes and stopped at the window before leaving. It was a great view. The breeze
blew, the newly budded flowers scenting the air. The forbidden forest was
starting to get greener with new leaves. The sun reflected off the lake. The
water in the lake rippled from…from someone throwing stones in.

 

Sev was at the lake.

 

Harry ran down the steps two at a time. Harry told himself
that he wasn't excited to find Sev at their spot, he was just glad to
have found him. He wasn't very convincing, even to himself.

 

"Sev," Harry panted, catching his breath.

"Harry," he answered, expressionless, keeping his
eyes on the lake.

"You didn't come to breakfast…or lunch." Harry's
breathing leveled out "I was looking for you."

Severus didn't answer. Running out of rocks to throw he
settled for sitting down and pulling out grass one blade at a time.

 

"I'm sorry about last night. I don't think you’re a
bastard."

"Is that why you came to find me?"

Harry nodded.

"You've always appeared to be a very private person, I
don't really know you that well."

"So I could very well be a bastard. Like you said you
don't know me that well."

Harry shook his head.

"No, but you do; you have to know if you’re a good
person. You weren't very nice to me when we first met. I think it was because
of my relatives, whom you didn't get along with," Harry was careful not to
say parents. "After a while, I annoyed you enough for you not to like me
on my own merits."

Sev smirked, wondering where this was going.

"Now, the last year or so a lot has happened, stuff I
can't mention this week, but I've grown up a lot and I think you may not hate
me so much anymore. I don't hate you, haven't for a long time now."

"Was that supposed to cheer me up?" Sev teased.
"So we don't hate each other, which makes me a good person? Or you? You
think we'll not hate each other enough to want to get to know each other
better?" Sev said, slightly sarcastic.

"I think when you don't like someone for a long time
it's hard to change even when the reason isn't there anymore. My reasons are
gone; I guess on Monday you could tell me if yours are too."

"Your reasons are gone? Do you think come Monday when
I'm back to my old self, our one afternoon of passion will be enough for your
reasons to be gone?" Harry looked hurt and Sev knew instantly he shouldn’t have said it.

"No it's not, but it was enough for me to think a lot
about it and all you've done for me over the years. You've always been there
for me, even when you didn't like me."

Sev looked skeptical.

"You saved my life," Harry said the last part
quietly.

Severus looked up, meeting Harry's eye for the first time
since he had arrived.

"I did?"

Harry nodded.

"How?"

Now Harry smiled. "Which time?"

Sev looked confused and Harry continued. "The first
time, well the first time I know of; was during a quidditch match when someone
jinxed my broom. You muttered the counter curse ‘till he was stopped, to keep me
from falling," Harry ticked off a finger and went on. "Next time,
well the next time you saved me from who you thought was an escaped murderer,
but Sirius was innocent, but it still counts because you still went up against
him and one other fully trained wizard to do what you thought was right."
Harry smiled and ticked off another finger. "The last time was over this
past summer, I don't think even your older self knows about the last time
though." Harry took a deep breath. He hadn't really planned on talking
about the day of the battle at his home, but he needed Sev to understand.
"Something bad happened at my … where I lived and you got me out. I never
had to go back."

Severus leaned over, pushing a stray lock of hair behind
Harry's ear. Harry couldn't look him in the eye and keep it together.

 

"Tell me what happened, Harry." Severus voice was
calm and comforting, but Harry could hardly speak.

"Can't" said Harry swallowing hard.

"Harry, screw Dumbledore's plans for my holiday. You
want us to get to know each other better, and I bet this might be easier now
while we’re still... I think we can really try to get to know each other, but
it may be harder later. We have to trust each other," said Sev, putting
his arms around him.

"I meant can't as in too hard to talk
about," he sighed "I've trusted you for years," said Harry just
above a whisper. Sev squeezed Harry's shoulder once more and rubbed small
circles on Harry's back. Harry took a deep breath and ted ted his story; he
knew Sev was right. This would be easier to tell now since Harry was sure
Severus hadn't known the truth; no one really did, except the Weasley's and
Hermione.

 

"Things weren't good where I had lived. The relatives I
lived with were…well they didn't understand magic, being muggles, and they were
very unforgiving of my abnormality". Sev cringed. "Their
hatred of me grew when I got my Hogwart's letter and I found out I was a
wizard, but it didn't get real bad until I was older." Sev wondered what it
was that got bad. He had a good idea. "Usually when I wrote to Sirius I
kept it light so he wouldn't worry about me, but when it got bad enough to
think I might not make it ‘till school started I told him I needed help."
Harry took another deep breath.

Severus recognized the name Sirius from the 'Order of
Merlin' award on Harry's bedside table, but wasn't going to interrupt to find
out whom he was.

"There are some people who would like to see me dead,
besides the ones I lived with, I mean. They had been intercepting the owls
between Siri and I. They knew he was coming to help me. They planned their
attack. When Sirius tripped the wards to help me, they thought Dumbledore would
not interrupt because he knew Siri was not the criminal he was made out to be.
But they hadn't considered that you would inform Dumbledore of the plans and be
ready for them." Sev looked amazed at the story Harry was telling.

 

"Was that how I saved you, by informing Dumbledore of
the plans?" Harry managed a weak smile.

"Part of it. It had been a long time since there was such
a battle, with enough time to plan. Many wizards fought that day. There were
loses, some in particular a great loss, but in the end it was an impressive
victory for our side." Sev had to lean in and listen very carefully to
Harry’s words. He spoke just above the sound of the breeze against the leaves.
As if he had just remembered why he was telling the story, Harry continued.
"When the battle was over the Min… some important people suggested that I
stay at my home where I would be safe." Harry looked up to meet Sev's eyes
again. Harry had no tears; he would not allow them. "It was you that
insisted that I be taken to Hogwarts to be checked over, just in case. They
were all shocked to find that I had sustained serious injuries and assumed I'd
left the house during the battle. I was taken here. Madam Pomfrey was told of
the battle and my injuries and never questioned where they came from. Only
Sirius knew the reason he was there that day. I think in the days after,
Dumbledore had it figured out, but we never spoke of it; there was no point.
I'm out of there forever now."

Severus pulled Harry in to a warm, comforting embrace. Harry
allowed himself to be comforted. The long arms around him made him feel safe,
safe and protected. It was a wonderful place.

They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other's arms for
some time. Sev didn't try to kiss Harry, he only held on. Neither of them
wanted to let go. Severus knew they would eventually have to let go of each
other, but didn't care, and would stay till his arms fell asleep, or longer.
Harry only looked up from Sev's robes when he heard a small splash much like
the sound of the stones Sev had been throwing in earlier. Harry pulled away to
see a small brown owl fluttering in the water just beside them. Harry laughed
and scooped the waterlogged messenger from the lake. "Ron worried about
me, Pig?" the owl hooted its reply, sputtering and shaking out his wings,
spraying water on them. "Ron always felt like he should have been there
for me last summer." Harry offered as explanation for the owl.

 

"He's very protective of you. He's already threatened
me not to use anything I find out against you."

Harry laughed, he eyes widening a bit.

"Did he know it was you yet? I mean had you been
introduced?"

Sev nodded, Harry smiled.

"Wow, I'm impressed. We better get Pig up to the tower.
We can walk him up there faster than he could dry off and fly back." Harry
stopped walking for a moment. "Wait, what did thi think you had on me to
get him so worr&quo"

Sev looked sheepish, he wasn't sure if Ron had told him or
not.

"When you had your… dream. I was the one who gave you
the potions. You thought I was Ron." Sev hoped he wouldn't be upset; he
couldn't quite make out Harry's expression. "Are you upset? I wasn't
trying to intrude, I…" Sev trailed off.

 

"I'm not upset about that, it's just, well I feel like
you know all these personal things about me now. I must look like such a head
case to you." Severus wanted to argue, but Harry went on. "Dumbledore
watches me like a hawk now as it is. Could you imagine what he would do if I
was worse?"

 

Severus grinned.

 

"If you were worse he would send you on vacation from
yourself."

 

This had the desired effect. Harry gasped and then started
laughing.