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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
62
Views:
67,466
Reviews:
672
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
15
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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 6 - Nightmares
Just a short one while i get the next one written up basically so you know that i'm still alive.
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He’d always been a light sleeper, his second profession meant he was always alert, always on edge. He was instantly awake then when a loud pop emanated from downstairs. One hand clutching the ever present wand below his pillows, the other shoving back the covers he felt for the wards, worried they might have been breached somehow. He didn’t relax until he heard Albus calling his name from the foot of the stairs. Climbing out of bed he put on a dressing gown over his sleep shorts and went to greet the other man.
“I shall be down in a moment Albus,” he called as he passed the stairs.
“Ok my boy. Tea?” came the reply.
“No, coffee please. Strong and black, one sugar.”
Walking across the hall to Harry’s room he knocked on the door lightly. When there was no reply he quietly opened the door and crept inside. The curtains around the bed were drawn but from within their embrace he could hear whimpers and soft cries. Going to the bed and pulling back one of the drapes he saw Harry, covers tangled around him, twisting and turning, obviously having a nightmare. Sitting on the edge of the bed he tried to wake the boy.
“Harry, Harry wake up. It’s just a nightmare,” he said. Reaching out a hand to wake him, he no sooner touched the others arm when the owner curled into a tight ball.
“Please, no, don’t,” he whimpered.
“Harry it’s me, Severus. You need to wake up,” he said, gently stroking the boys back. After a while the whimpers stopped and the muscles unclenched.
“Harry look at me,” he whispered, gently rolling the other over, looking into pain filled eyes. The famous scar on his forehead was red and livid, a startling contrast to the pale, clammy skin.
“He won’t leave me alone. He’s dead and he still won’t leave me,” he whispered. Moving closer he grabbed hold of the front of Severus’ robe and held onto it like a lifeline. Awkwardly the Potions professor wrapped his arms around the shivering boy and let him cry. He was really worried about him. The physical scars might be healing, but only time would tell when it came to the psychological wounds. Soon the sobs subsided and he heard Harry sniffling, trying to compose himself. Pushing him away a little he rummaged in his robe pocket for a handkerchief before presenting it to the other.
“Don’t worry, it’s clean. Are you ok now?” he asked, knowing that he wasn’t.
“For now, yes. Thank you Sir.”
“Sometimes it helps just to talk Harry. You know I’m here if you need help, don’t you? I know we’ve had our differences in the past but I’m here now and I promise nothing will leave this house, it will stay between the two of us.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Severus.”
“Sorry?”
“You’re supposed to be calling me Severus.”
“Sorry, old habits die hard.”
“I understand. Now if you are feeling up to it the Headmaster is downstairs and he’d like to talk to us. If not I shall make an excuse for you.”
“That’s alright I’ll be down soon. I want to shower first though.”
“Ok. I shall let him know.”
Getting up from the bed, he walked out the door and down the stairs. This was going to be a long holiday.
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R+R my lovely readers *smooches you all ready for valentines*
Severus: she's a whore!
Isis: you have no idea *evil grin*
Muse: RUN!!
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He’d always been a light sleeper, his second profession meant he was always alert, always on edge. He was instantly awake then when a loud pop emanated from downstairs. One hand clutching the ever present wand below his pillows, the other shoving back the covers he felt for the wards, worried they might have been breached somehow. He didn’t relax until he heard Albus calling his name from the foot of the stairs. Climbing out of bed he put on a dressing gown over his sleep shorts and went to greet the other man.
“I shall be down in a moment Albus,” he called as he passed the stairs.
“Ok my boy. Tea?” came the reply.
“No, coffee please. Strong and black, one sugar.”
Walking across the hall to Harry’s room he knocked on the door lightly. When there was no reply he quietly opened the door and crept inside. The curtains around the bed were drawn but from within their embrace he could hear whimpers and soft cries. Going to the bed and pulling back one of the drapes he saw Harry, covers tangled around him, twisting and turning, obviously having a nightmare. Sitting on the edge of the bed he tried to wake the boy.
“Harry, Harry wake up. It’s just a nightmare,” he said. Reaching out a hand to wake him, he no sooner touched the others arm when the owner curled into a tight ball.
“Please, no, don’t,” he whimpered.
“Harry it’s me, Severus. You need to wake up,” he said, gently stroking the boys back. After a while the whimpers stopped and the muscles unclenched.
“Harry look at me,” he whispered, gently rolling the other over, looking into pain filled eyes. The famous scar on his forehead was red and livid, a startling contrast to the pale, clammy skin.
“He won’t leave me alone. He’s dead and he still won’t leave me,” he whispered. Moving closer he grabbed hold of the front of Severus’ robe and held onto it like a lifeline. Awkwardly the Potions professor wrapped his arms around the shivering boy and let him cry. He was really worried about him. The physical scars might be healing, but only time would tell when it came to the psychological wounds. Soon the sobs subsided and he heard Harry sniffling, trying to compose himself. Pushing him away a little he rummaged in his robe pocket for a handkerchief before presenting it to the other.
“Don’t worry, it’s clean. Are you ok now?” he asked, knowing that he wasn’t.
“For now, yes. Thank you Sir.”
“Sometimes it helps just to talk Harry. You know I’m here if you need help, don’t you? I know we’ve had our differences in the past but I’m here now and I promise nothing will leave this house, it will stay between the two of us.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Severus.”
“Sorry?”
“You’re supposed to be calling me Severus.”
“Sorry, old habits die hard.”
“I understand. Now if you are feeling up to it the Headmaster is downstairs and he’d like to talk to us. If not I shall make an excuse for you.”
“That’s alright I’ll be down soon. I want to shower first though.”
“Ok. I shall let him know.”
Getting up from the bed, he walked out the door and down the stairs. This was going to be a long holiday.
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R+R my lovely readers *smooches you all ready for valentines*
Severus: she's a whore!
Isis: you have no idea *evil grin*
Muse: RUN!!