Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before

8. A Certain Empathy


He woke twice from horrible nightmares even though he had a feeling that he was seeing what Snape and the other Death Eaters were doing. After the second time he walked down into the common room and sat there for the rest of the night.


As soon as he heard students getting up he went upstairs to join them and in the bathroom he met Ron who was showering.


Stepping under the cool spray of water Harry began to rinse himself but could not help peeking at Ron's cock. The redhead was certainly well endowed, bigger than Harry and for a while he had felt envious of that.


When he was done he began to towel himself dry and then went back inside the dorm to change into jeans and a shirt. Today was Saturday so there were no lessons but Hermione was planning to revise in preparation of her NEWTs and Ron had decided to join her.


Harry knew that the redhead felt drawn to Hermione and just hoped they would get over their awkwardness soon. Following both of them into the great hall he did not pay much attention to their bickering, concentrating on the head table instead.


Neither Snape nor Dumbledore nor McGonagall were present and even if Harry hated to admit it, he was worried about Snape.


It had been strange to share dreams with the austere teacher but it had felt even stranger to feel his feelings, to see memories of him. He was bound to feel a certain empathy for the wizard but that did not mean he particularly liked him.


Harry wanted to join his friends at the table when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Expecting Snape when he turned around he found his head of house instead.


“Harry, would you come with me please?”


She walked through half the school into the direction of the infirmary which worried Harry even more. Inside he could see Dumbledore standing in front of a bed blocking the view but as soon as he heard their approach, he turned around.


In bed lay Snape, his eyes glaring into Harry's direction and the boy wondered what he had done this time. Hesitating at the door he felt himself being pushed next to Dumbldore whose blue eyes were twinkling again.


“Ah Harry, my boy please come closer! I was trying to convince our unwilling patient to rest a little while but he insists on returning to the dungeon already.”


No idea what to say in response Harry stared at Snape who had a black eye and some bruises on his neck. The potion master was wearing only a grey nightshirt, that revealed more of his skin than Harry had ever seen before. Not comfortable with that Harry turned his attention back to Dumbledore who was looking at Harry as if he waited for an answer.


Blushing Harry looked at his shoes having not heard the question.


“I was just remarking how many muggles we could save last night and that is thanks to your new-found skills Harry. Do you now see how you can use them to do good my boy?”


Mutely Harry nodded feeling awkward in that moment as if there had been a conversation before he had arrived which he knew nothing about. Wondering why he was here he looked up to find Snape still glaring at him.


Suddenly angry Harry crossed his arms in front of his chest.


“What have I done now Snape?”


Strangely enough Dumbledore and McGonagall did not reprimand him but watched the exchange in silence.


Snape narrowed his eyes shut.


“How about intruding into my thoughts all the time? Or not being able to control your legelimency skills so that I have to push you out all the time? Or are you so keen to see how muggles are murdered?”


Now annoyed with the other wizard for blaming him Harry advanced closer to the bed.


“That's why you are such a bastard- you hate the fact that I know things about you nobody else probably knows since you are such a stuck up wizard. But in the meantime you never had a problem with accessing my mind for the last five years. I guess you were a fucking teacher so that makes it all right!”


Snape said nothing but Harry felt him prodding his mind and was now really angry. Pushing him out forcefully Harry instead began to assault his mind in earnest, content when he felt Snape's desperate attempts to throw him out that failed.


Leaving through the memories he tried to find something to throw into the wizard's face and he stumbled over a talk with Dumbledore they obviously had about the first time Harry had shared a dream with Snape.


“The boy never so far has shown any talent in that skill. I resist to agree to your line of thoughts headmaster.”

“If it had happened five years ago Severus I would agree with you but that it happens now, the boy is growing up into an adult wizard, I have to disagree. He neither taps into is friends' dreams nor does he try to access any mind except yours.”


“Coincidence headmaster, me and the boy hate each other. And if you were right about his magic reacting to mine there is no way in hell I will try to force the boy into a relationship neither he nor I want. I am his teacher and are forbidden to encourage such behaviour.”


“Maybe you do not have a choice my boy. I was always wondering what would happen if the boy begins to realize the true power he contains, where he would direct his magic to. That it is to you is hardly the worst choice of action. I am not considering bedding the boy but spend a little time with him, encourage him to explore the boundaries of his power and allow him to syphon from you what he needs.”


Feeling once again the wall slamming down pain exploded in Harry's head as he was lifted into the air and slammed into the wall on the other side of the room.


Dumbledore and McGonagall looked shocked but Harry had his eyes fixed on Snape who was breathing heavy with the effort to keep Harry out.


“You are a bastard Snape and before I ever consider fucking you I'd rather die, do you hear me?”


Getting up slowly Harry directed all his anger and fury on the elder wizard, noticing with glee when the walls began to shake and something akin to fear showed in Snape's face. However it was quickly squelched.


“Now you are truly behaving like the little boy you are Potter. Pouting because for once the world does not listen to your insistent whining. If you think I would ever consider touching you, you are truly deluded. You are every bit like your father, a spoiled little boy who has yet to experience the hardships of being a grown up wizard. And now get out of my side before I use an unforgivable on you.”


Snorting without any humour Harry braced his shoulders.


“Do whatever you have to Snape, I am not keeping you. Do it, cast the fucking curse on me and spare me the next years of my life!”


Shaking with anger Snape raised his wand as Harry did his, the both of them fuming with fury.


“Expelliarmus!” Dumbledore cast and both wands flew into his hand. “Both of you be quiet! Harry, none of us is suggesting for you to have an intimate relationship with Professor Snape but surely you must feel the way your magic is gravitating towards him?”


Remembering the sensation of being pulled into Snape's thoughts Harry ignored it for now. However Dumbledore turned to Snape placing a soothing hand on him.


“And Severus, I am aware that you and Harry are not the best of friends and maybe never will be but try to make an effort. You know better than anybody else that right now our chances of defeating Riddle are minimal and we have to use every opportunity we get. Now I want you rest till lunch and then you may return to your quarters.”


Turning to Harry he pointed to the door.


“And you Harry will spend the rest of your weekend with your friends and maybe you want to ask Ms Granger about the phenomenon of a 'Calling'.”


“What about my wand?” Harry asked still seething with anger.


With another flick of the headmaster's hand the wands were returned to their respective owners. Snape was shooting daggers at Harry, his face sour and a scowl on his face.


Harry spun around and quickly left the infirmary intending to find Hermione.