My Life For You

A/N… After a disobedient e-mail service, stupid internet, and a nasty bought of pneumonia. The next chapter is up. oh. and my Beta is so good.

P.S. I completely coughed up a lung over this chapter, the most you could do is give me a tiny little review. Think of it as a get well card.


Ch 7 His Rebirth

Severus prepared himself for who he might come across when he went to see Potter. As he glided down the halls of St. Mungos, he mentally prepared to run into Sirius Black. As much as he was not looking forward to it, a great part of him was curious to see the man. Like always Severus ignored the looks he received from the witches or wizards who passed him buy.

After a few more long hallways, several identification checks, and more then a few let me see if you’re on the list. Severus was face to face with the door separating him from Harry Potter. When the door simply opened into the bright room, he felt slightly disappointed that it had been that easy.

From the doorway he could clearly see the bent over form of Sirius Black, next to him sat Minerva McGonagall knitting what looked like the beginning of a quilt. Lying on the only bed in the small private room was Harry Potter, looking like death himself. The left side of Potter’s face looked raw, while the right looked freshly clawed at. The memory of his and Hermione’s’ conversation came to mind he had a feeling that the episode she had mentioned, and the fresh cuts on Harry’s face were the same thing.

“SNAPE”

“Severus”

Minerva and Sirius both noticed Severus at the same time, Sirius just glared at him but said nothing more, he went back to his hunched over position, this time taking one of Harry’s slack hands into his. Minerva smiled softly and asked Severus to come inside.

Severus shut the door behind him, and took the only empty seat left. “Headmistress, it’s a pleasure to see you again” he greeted honestly. “Black” * if you have nothing nice to say, and all that Severus*. Sirius grunted in response, himself thinking much the same thing as Severus himself

“I was wondering when I would be seeing you Severus, there are a few things I wish to discuss with you, but they can wait if you wanted to have a few quiet words with Harry.” Minerva explained in an understanding tone.

Severus nodded his head, he hadn’t realized that he did in fact have much to say to Potter, questions he needed to voice, it didn’t matter that he wasn’t going to receive an answer. The weight of keeping them in was crushing.

Minerva stood slowly, she put her knitting down onto her chair, Sirius stood, and he opened his mouth, as if he where going to say something then snapped it shut. He gave Harry’s limp hand a squeeze then stormed past Severus into the hall. Minerva gave Severus a loving pat on his shoulder as she passed him, his eyes closed for a moment * she has forgiven me, I do not deserve it….but I need it*.

When the door closed behind him, he rose from his chair and walked around the bed, never taking his eyes off of Potter. Severus took a closer look at Potter, memorizing every inch of the young man to memory. The sight of the clawed at flesh around the boys left eye and cheek, was gruesome enough to wrench Severus harden heart. His lips were pale, but still plump. Dark circles around the boys eyes, along with what looked to be stress lines. Upon his jaw was several days’ worth of stubble. Somewhere deep in Severus mind, he saw an image of Potter in a hot bath, his head on Severus naked thighs, being groomed lovingly.


Severus snarled and shook the image away. Despite his overwhelming disgust with himself, his eyes where drawn back to the haggard face. Still there was the unique masculine beauty, made even more noticeable by the facial hair. Severus swallowed hard, his throat stinging as he did so. He forced his gaze down, away from the temptation of scared skin and soft beauty. The Potions Master moved away, from the bed and back to his seat. His was startled to find both his legs and hands where shaking, and he was sweating. * Even in a coma the boy radiates power*.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance.” He spoke quietly, fearing someone overhearing, some one using it as a weakness.

“All niceties over with. You Mr. Potter are an arrogant, obnoxious, insane, selfish boy. The Weasley's told me about your disappearance act. Since you where born, the Order has been preparing to fight with you. I always knew you adored the fame, the glory.” Severus sneered, this is what made him comfortable, and this he knew. Nothing soothed Severus Snapes’ soul like belittling Harry Potter, even if he was in a coma.

Severus sighed, he truly wanted Potter to have some stupid reply, * just like the old days*, he smirked. He took a deep breath, noticing that the room did not carry any scent of the potions the boy no doubt was forced to consume. He made a note to ask Minerva, even maybe go as far as to suggest producing the potions himself. The Potions Master gritted his teeth, * but that would involve conversing with the mutt. Even if I am curious about how he managed with the veil, asking him permission to make his Godsons potions would need me to be civil. Something I will not do.*

The man shook his arms out, he could feel his skin vibrate with the magic radiating from Potter, Severus shuddered when he thought what the world would be like if Harry Potter had become a dark wizard, rather than the Golden Boy. “He would have gotten things done a lot faster then the Dark Lord, I am positive of that”.

A sudden thought popped into Severus head, and he knew it was true, with out even debating he knew it was true. Had Harry Potter become a dark lord, Severus would have embraced Potter as his master, body and soul. It sickened him. It horrified him. And dear Merlin it aroused him to no end. He was out of the chair and to the door before the chair even hit the floor. He needed to be around others, when he yanked the door open he didn’t even think to be embarrassed by how out of character he was.

If Minerva noticed Severus flushed face, and shaking hands, she didn’t say anything. Instead she gave a soft smile and stood from the bench outside the door “all done Severus?”

“I thought we could have that talk now”, he answered quickly. He thought his voice came out normal.

He held the door open for Minerva and Black as well. But no sooner did he shut the door it opened an in rushed a Ministry official. Severus was more than a little surprised at how fast Black’s reaction was.

“What’s the meaning of this? How dare you just barge in?” Sirius Black snapped at the short dark skinned Ministry witch.

To the witches credit she had the respect to look embarrassed. “I’m sorry Mr. Black, but I am not here to do any harm. I simply wish to register Mr. Potter’s animagus form, like Headmistress McGonagall requested.” The young witch looked to McGonagall pleading.

“Yes, Mrs. ---“

“Carvel”

“Yes, well Mrs. Carvel, by all means go about your work myself and Sirius will help where we can”. McGonagall spoke while taking a seat, she gestured for Severus to take the seat next to her. Sirius remained at the head of Harry’s bed, his hands firmly on the boy’s shoulders.

“Do you know how long he has been able to completely transform?” Mrs. Carvel asked Minerva.

“Including the three months he has been here, Harry informed me that he had reached complete transformation close to five months ago.” She answered with cool, authorize certainty.

“Now Severus, despite the Ministry trying to hold this off, Hogwarts will reopen once reconstruction is complete, also it must be checked over several times for any hidden dark objects. Not the mention that horrible slime, Harry and the Weasley twins hid all over the castle.” She laughed fondly.

Severus noticed something then, he noticed how proudly Black gazed at Potter, like a father adoring his new born. And with that a great mystery was solved. Severus had always thought during the long stares he shot Potters way, when the boy was not looking; there their was a part of him that looked nothing at all like James Potter, and nothing at all like Lily Evens. And now he knew. He knew why Jasper Huff and called Potter HPB, because Sirius Black was his father.

All the possibilities flew through his head, what spell, what rituals where there for two men to Father the same child. For Severus was certain that James Potter was still very much the boy’s father, Black had only added to the mix.

“All done, Headmistress. I only need you to write down Mr. Potters animagus form in the privacy section. And once Mr. Potter him self signs, it will become public record” The witch spoke cheerfully. When Minerva wrote in Harry Potters animagus onto the official parchment, Mrs. Carvel didn’t even look curious.


* Another Ministry sheep* Severus thought bitterly. But Severus was curious, he wanted to know the boys animagus form, he wanted to know what Minerva wanted to speak to him about; he really hoped it was a job offer. He wanted to know, how the hell Sirius Black had managed to contributed one-third of the genes Harry possessed. He wanted to know who sent the Pensieve memories to the Minister of Magic, efficiently clearing him off murder. Merlin he wanted to know what those memories even showed, because he was never shown them. So many questions. It was small comfort to Severus that only a few would be answered soon.


With everything signed Mrs. Carvel made her leave, Minerva immediately continued her broken off conversation with Severus. “As I was saying, Hogwarts will reopen, next year I already have Remus coming back for defense; I am in the processing of securing a replacement for myself. Several qualified resumes have come in. That only leaves me in need of someone to teach Potions. If you are interested, the job is yours Severus.” Minerva said this all in a very business like matter.

He wanted it, “it would be my pleasure”, and with that, Severus felt the beginning of his new life, and oh how it was going to be good.

With her business done, she got up to leave, explaining how much she had to do. Severus observed Sirius Black in silence for several moments. He was trying to put his figure on what of Black was reflected in Potter. Perhaps the angle of his jaw, and now that Harry’s hair was long it curled much the same way Blacks always did. But what Severus was certain of, was that Potters stare was an exact copy of Blacks. All emotions so clearly visible in them.

“You’re one of the boy’s parents?” His cold voice rang in the even colder room.

Sirius looked up in surprise, his eyes darkening with mistrust and hate. * Exactly the same stare*, “That boy, you speak of Snape. Destroyed you dark master, he even had the compassion to give you another chance, so show some bloody respect”. His tone was nothing less then pure hate.

Severus bit his tongue against the automatic snide remark; instead he gave Black an inch. “Mr. Potter, my apologies”, it made him feel sick.

Sirius nodded, and went back to gazing at Potters still form, when Severus thought he should repeat the question Sirius looked back up, his eyes where a mix of sadness and joy. “ Lilly and James tried to conceive, after a while they saw a specialist in Cardiff, something about Lilly’s magic would not allow James’ magic to settle, Lilly miscarried several times. Well this specialist said their needed to be a barrier between the two. Because Remus is a werewolf, and that bastard wormtail was too weak, they chose me. I was honored.” His explanation done his eyes were back on Harry.


Severus chewed on that tidbit a while, it was not an unheard of thing to do, especially in this case where the two magic’s did not comply. But what kind of magic was it that Lilly possessed that prevented James; a pure blood’s magic from taking? The potions master thought about Harry Potter, his abilities were more then above average. Harry Potter would be a legend, spoken of as a god. Him and his scar. The scar, Lily’s love, her old magic saved Harry’s life. Severus knew that Lilly had possessed a large amount of elemental magic. Back in school a guest professor had come in, the man had been an expert in the subject.


Only a few of the students had been immediately able to fill the glass of water, he him self had needed a few attempts before he completed the assignment. Lilly hardly even needed to think about it. * Not only is Potter the strongest Wizard alive, but he has the ability to be an elemental wizard as well.*


Severus continued to study Harry as he reminisced about his last year as a student at Hogwarts. He tried to remember the name of the young professor who had made such an impact on his magic. For the life of him he couldn’t remember the man's name, or what he looked like. The only thing that came to mind was the way he felt so nervous whenever the man looked at him. * He was the reason I figured out, I don’t like women*. Severus felt his lips twitch with the need to smile, so instead he scowled.

“Do you think Harry will hate me for not telling him about me being one of his parents”?

“I did not realize you put any stock into my opinion” Severus shot back, finding it beyond comfortable to be back in this routine.

Sirius eyes were cold and hate filled, “in that you are correct, but considering you are the only person who knows of my situation who else can I speak with?”

Severus briefly considered telling the mutt that Potter, Granger, Jasper Huff and countless others could know. But then he would have to explain how he knew that information. Severus knew that he himself was not even certain of how he managed to dream himself into Potters real life; without any sort of connection to the Savior as his, now dead Master had.

“The mere thought that I could possibly have any notion as to what ridiculous things fill Potters brain, is more then laughable”. He said with all the distain he felt for Harry Potter, or at least he had felt. “But if I had to venture a guess, I do not see him being overly hostile to receiving the information”.

Sirius smiled softly, not at Severus but down at Harry. “Its nothingness….the veil, its nothingness, and Harry brought me back”.

Severus was shocked by the sudden statement, so shocked that he didn’t see Harry’s hands ball into tight fists and straighten until the third time, and by then it was too late.

Harry’s entire body arched off the bed, Severus heard Black say something along the lines of ‘not again’ as he grabbed for his son’s shoulders. Severus grabbed Harry’s hips and got him back on the bed, and for his effort he received a rather nasty electric like shock. Severus hissed and let go, but immediately repeated his attempts to keep the boy on the bed, Sirius yelled in pain, suffering the same fate as Severus was.


Several of the Hospital’s staff rushed into the room, arms full with potions. But as soon as anyone got close enough to Harry, the person would jump back in pain. Severus kept his hands firm on the suffering young man, ignoring the pain as it constricted him.

A not so attractive nurse to his left explained the situation to him, “he gets up and tries to leave the room, it’s like he sleepwalks. When he is unable to leave the bed he begins to seizure. Potter’s never shown symptoms this strong.” She explained, as she helped keep Harry down by using Severus hands an insulator.

Severus knew the answer as soon as the nurse started to speak, he quickly removed his hands, the nurse snarled at him, as her hands connected with the writhing boy’s body. “Black, let Harry go. Trust that he knows what he’s doing”. Severus commanded.


Sirius slowly removed his grip from Harry’s shoulders, by the look on his face; Severus knew Black had reached the same conclusion he had. A few of the doctors attempted to take their place in restraining, but each one was sent flying against the wall, after that no one stopped Harry from moving.

Harry’s movements where slow, and clumsy, his eyes where open but only just. Severus was not even sure if he actually had sight. Half way down the hall he collapsed, without thinking Severus and Sirius both took an arm and pulled him up. Harry’s arm lifted slowly and pointed a shaky hand to the left. The two men looked at each other in silent agreement, as they turned down the corridor, ignoring the growing crowd behind them.

Ten minutes later, Harry was being dragged less and walking more, his eyes were fully open but still unfocused. And to Sirius relief was speaking as well, or at least muttering three words over, and over again. “Alice, Frank Longbottom”.


The doors to the ward the Longbottom's were in slammed shut right behind them, leaving all the followers behind. Luckily only Neville and his Gran were visiting the ward. Harry pulled away, from Severus and Sirius’ hold, and walked slowly to the couple. Neville left his mothers side and hurried to Harry’s side. “My mums been saying your name non stop”, he explained franticly.

Harry just grunted, gently placing a hand on both of Neville’s parents forehands, he bowed between them. Neville’s Gran stood silently to the side, not making any fuss; in fact it looked like she was under a trance. Harry’s brow creased for several minutes, until suddenly he smile, a bright all consuming smile, his eyes opened, and he grinned again. Alice stood up all signs of her prior insanity gone, Frank right after, his condition the same as his wife.

Harry Potter had just completed his forth miracle: First the complete destruction of Lord Voldemort, Second bringing Sirius Black from the Veil, Third Cedric Diggory was alive and well, and fourth and not least: Frank and Alice Longbottom had been healed.

Neville ran to his parents hugging them and crying, his Gran soon followed, Harry still remained on his knees between the beds, his forehead against the cold floor. Sirius moved swiftly to his son, Harry took the offered hand gratefully. The boy was clearly exhausted, but he was still grinning, he gave Sirius a long hug “so can I call you dad now”?



A/N…..Do I really need to beg for reviews……..well fine then. I will say please.