Dream a little Dream

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Severus rushed down the halls in the Goyle house, intent on getting Harry to Howitzer as soon as possible. He took a little comfort in Lucius’ presence, but not enough to keep himself completely calm. He remembered hating the boy, seeing him as James Potter, not Harry. How long ago had that been?

Who knew? Hell, who cared? He could feel Harry’s blood dripping down his front and started to run faster. Lucius kept pace easily, and eyed the boy that he had grown fond of in a short period of time with grave concern. Severus hadn’t bled like that when… But this was Harry, and he was smaller. Maybe that had something to do with it? Lucius looked ahead, and snatched the Floo powder from his pocket to throw ahead of Harry and Severus.

As they reached the fire place, Severus slowed down marginally, to afford Lucius time to throw the powder. When Lucius tossed it and yelled “Go!” Severus wasted no time in throwing himself into the swirling green flames. He felt Harry grasping at him and whimpering, he felt the pity again, but he couldn’t look down at Harry and risk missing the grate.

Finally the right grate appeared, and he jumped out, and handed Harry off to Draco, who rushed him to a bed, where Howitzer immediately started to pour potions down Harry’s throat, and put the boy to sleep. Severus sat on a nearby bed and panted. Draco took his eyes off of Harry and glanced at his Dad. He moved over towards him, and said softly, “Dad, lay down. Maybe after he’s done with Harry, the doctor should take a look at you.”

Severus glared at him, but the wince in his eyes when he started to draw himself up to full height ruined the effect. After a minute, Severus grumbled at his son, and lay down. Seconds later, Lucius calmly stepped through the fire. He turned worried eyes to Harry, but sat on the bed that Severus lay on. Draco, seeing that he wasn’t needed, moved over to sit beside Goyle jr., who had run to Riddle Manor to tell Voldemort of Harry’s whereabouts. Severus automatically tugged Lucius down to a prone position, and snuggled up to him. Lucius maneuvered carefully, and managed to put it so that he was lying wrapped around Severus while looking on at Harry.


Lucius had an inkling of what was in Severus’ head, memories of a night many years ago, when Dumbledore and his idiotic Order of the Roasting Chicken had found Severus torn and used by some idiots claiming to be Death Eaters. For just long enough to be marked by a burning chicken, he had believed them. But when he had overheard order members laughing over how gullible he was, instead of being inducted to the Dark Order as a spy for the light, he was inducted as a double agent.

Remembering when he had found out what had happened to his Severus, and he had taken off, with the Dark Lord’s blessing and troops. Lucius started to rub long strokes up and down Severus’ back as he thought about the pictures of Severus that he had found and subsequently burned. Along with the pictures, he had burned the brutes who had used Severus. He wondered what was happening to Goyle at the moment. Whatever it was, it was probably quite worse than what had happened to Severus’ attackers.

About a half an hour later, Tom stepped through the fireplace. Everyone looked very relieved at the absence of the certain aura that made him Voldemort, and essentially evil. But Harry calmed him down, made him more human, more Tom. And straight to Harry did Tom go, not looking at anyone around him. He took up a spot next to Harry, and looked as though he would not move. Harry had been agitated in his sleep, tossing and turning, but when Tom sat down beside him, he leaned towards Tom and settled down.

Howitzer looked at this speculatively, and made a note on his charts. No one noticed, but he gave a small smile, and seemed to be happier than anyone had ever seen him, if only for a second. Harry gave a low moan then, and opened one eye. He looked at Tom, and through the bond, Tom felt his utter despair.

Tom leaned down to Harry’s level and whispered, “Cub, I love you so much, more than anything, can you forgive me?” Harry blinked at Tom in shock. How could Tom think that Harry’s weakness was his fault? Harry stared at Tom for a moment, and whispered back, “My fault Tom, I’m so slow. Didn’t react in time, to weak-”

Tom cut him off at this. “No cub, not your fault at all. I told you to relax in my home, told you that you were safe here. It was my responsibility to surround you with people that you were safe with. It IS my responsibility to see you safe and happy, fed and coddled. Nothing like that will ever happen again, I swear it to you cub, never.”

Harry looked a bit scared at how vehement that Tom was getting, and Howitzer twittered at Tom, “Quiet voices Voldie, quiet voices!” Tom turned around and glared at the nickname, but turned back to Harry with a deep breath. Finally he held out his hand to Harry. Harry immediately reached out of the covers and snatched at it. He drew it back into his grasp, curled around Tom’s arm, and fell back asleep.

Tom stared for a minute, and shrugged. He had thought that Harry would shirk from any kind of touch, like Severus had. ‘Oh well, maybe this is good,’ he thought, ‘maybe he’ll bounce back.’

On the other side of the room, Severus actually hit Howitzer upside the head and said, “I will NOT allow you to poke at me when I am perfectly fine, you dodgy old buffoon!” Lucius had let the shock show on his face at his love actually resorting to violence. Draco edged away, figuring that it was the hormones. He was right. Severus rounded on Lucius next, yelling “This is your fault!!! You told me that, ‘Malfoy’s only had one child’, that it was ‘safe to go without!’ the contraceptive spells! Argh!”

To the shock of everyone in the room who was conscious, Severus grabbed Lucius and shook him to punctuate his points. Poor Lucius looked quite shocked, and very scared. Howitzer wandered over to his desk, and looked to be preparing something. Severus didn’t notice as his rage was focused on Lucius. Tom was shaking with laughter at the spectacle, and Howitzer cautiously approached Severus from behind, and with a wave of his wand, had Severus’ arse bared to the room at large. Draco made a noise of disgust, Tom closed his eyes and laughed harder, and Severus froze just long enough for Howitzer to plunge a needle into his behind. Lucius clutched at Severus as the potion took effect, and Severus passed out. When that had happened there was a quiet in the room the was vaguely shocked. Finally Howitzer said, “I’m going to examine him now.”