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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,115
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Tearmann 2
TITLE: Tearmann2
AUTHOR: Taran Swann
PAIRING: SS/HP
RATING: R
WARNINGS: This is a dark fic. It deals with tough subjects such as suicide. There is also mention of incest, child abuse, and rape. Don\'t read if these things upset you! This is AU.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I\'m just borrowing for a while, and then I\'ll send it all back the way I found it.
SUMMARY: S is is sent away for treatment.
NOTES: The first part of this story was written as part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest (Scenario: An accident occurs in the dungeons.) Tearmann is the Gaelic word for sanctuary. This is a sequel to my first slash story ever. If you haven\'t read Tearmann, this won\'t make a lot of sense to you.
BETA: Thanks to ie, ie, Toft, Alia, and everyone else who helped me write this little fantasy. A very special thank you to Sher for all encoencouragement and support writing this most difficult story. Sher, just remember what John Michael Montgomery said, \"Life\'s a dance, you learn as you go.\" Keep writing sweetie!
ARCHIVING: The Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest Archive until the end of the fest, then anywhere asked.
Tearmann2 by Taran
Throbbing, pounding, pulsing. Someone was tapping out an erratic beat on the inside of his skull. He could feel the rush of blood in his ears. Every sound echoed over and over in his brain. His stomach began doing summersaults and back-flips. Hell, even his hair was starting to ache.
Severus Snape rested his head in his hands, elbows propped up on the staff table at the front of the Great Hall. He was beyond caring about who saw him and how weak he must appear to be. All he wanted to do was go back to his dungeon and sleep for the next two days. It was Friday and he had no plans for the weekend, thank Merlin.
He felt the weight of a stare on him and knew without looking up that Albus Dumbledore was watching him closely. Albus always worried too much, especially about him. He knew he must look dreadful; paler than his usual sallow color, eyes bloodshot and puffy. Albus had already commented that day on the weight he had lost recently, and he didn\'t have much to spare. He had always been slim but now he was approaching skeletal. He knew he had to eat but the smells of the food laid before him was making him nauseous.
A loud crash from a plate falling and breaking on the floor brought Severus\' head up suddenly, whiauseaused him to be very dizzy. He was unable to stifle a low moan, attracting the attention of the man sitting next to him. Remus Lupin turned to look closely at Snape for the first time that evening. He saw Severus clutching his stomach as if that would be enough to keep him from vomiting.
\"Sev? What\'s wrong?\" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
\"Migraine,\" Severus whispered, again holding his head in his hands.
\"Oh. Would you like me to walk you back to your quarters now?\" Remus whispered just as quietly, laying a gentle hand on Severus\' shoulder. Severus started to nod then winced. Remus watched closely as the potions master rose shakily to his feet.
Remus, like most of the staff, was worried about Severus. The former Death Eater-turned-spy had survived so much before and during the war that he seemed almost invincible. Nowt tht the war had ended and the Dark Lord was no more, the toll the struggle had taken on the strong man was becoming clear.
Severus appeared ill and not just this morning from a migraine. He had been looking poorly for the last several weeks at least. The staff had all noticed it by now. Some shrugged it off, saying he\'d be fine. Others, like Remus and Albus, weren\'t so certain anymore. Severus had been far too quiet as of late, hardly talking to anyone about anything. He couldn\'t even be enticed into a debate about his own Slytherins versus Gryffindors.
It was, however, Severus\' lack of sarcasm that worried Remus the most. The usual cold exterior was replaced with an empty void. In the past, one could always count on a scathing remark or penetrating glare to remind you of your place; now one couldn\'t expect anything from the man except perhaps an empty glance.
Another soft moan brought Remus back to present. He stood as Severus swayed in front of his chair. He placed his hand gently on the small of Severus\' back and urged him towards the door. He saw Albus watching them with concern etched on his usually cheerful face and gave him a nod, reassuring him that he\'d take care of Severus.
They slipped out the side door side-by-side. When the door had closed behind them, Severus paused. Remus eyed him closely and could see he was slightly green and struggling to master his rebellious digestion. He waited patiently for Severus to breathe more evenly and stand straighter before they moved down the corridor towards the stairs to the dungeons. Severus was clutching his stomach with one hand and using the other to brace himself against the wall.
\"Severus, maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey first,\" Remus suggested quietly. He didn\'t expect Severus to agree, knowing how much he disliked the hospital wing, so when Severus simply nodded in ascent, Remus began to worry more.
Keeping his hand on the professor\'s back, Remus guided him towards one of the staircases that lead up to the hospital wing. Just aey sey stepped onto the stairs the stairway began to move, swinging sideways to a different landing. Remus barely managed to grab onto Severus as the man lurched forward.
With one hand around Severus\' waist and the other holding back the long inky black hair, he held on as Severus emptied his stomach onto the treacherous stairs. He waited as the slowslowly stopped retching and shaking before pulling out his wand and cleaning the mess. Remus was grateful to have gotten the dignified man out of the Great Hall before he\'d gotten sick. Severus couldn\'t stand being the center of attention and having witnesses to this would have mortified him.
When Severus was ready, they started up the stairs then made their way along another hall, ignoring inquiring paintings as they walked in silence. When they reached another staircase Severus pa. He. He was trembling and swaying dangerously. Remus was tempted to pick him up and carry him the rest of the way, but didn\'t think Severus would appreciate the indignity of it.
Severus turned to look at Remus; his eyes shining with unshed tears. Remus made a quick decision, thinking to hell with dignity, and as gently as he could, swept Severus into his arms. He was amazed at just how light the tall wizard was. He had expected him to be slight but not like this.
Severus tucked his head under Remus\' chin and wrapped an arm loosely around his neck. Remus could feel the heat from the trembling man\'s forehead and knew he was running a fever. It also felt like Severus had given into the tears and was sobbing, though he made no sound. Remus nearly ran the rest of the way to the infirmary.
AUTHOR: Taran Swann
PAIRING: SS/HP
RATING: R
WARNINGS: This is a dark fic. It deals with tough subjects such as suicide. There is also mention of incest, child abuse, and rape. Don\'t read if these things upset you! This is AU.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I\'m just borrowing for a while, and then I\'ll send it all back the way I found it.
SUMMARY: S is is sent away for treatment.
NOTES: The first part of this story was written as part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest (Scenario: An accident occurs in the dungeons.) Tearmann is the Gaelic word for sanctuary. This is a sequel to my first slash story ever. If you haven\'t read Tearmann, this won\'t make a lot of sense to you.
BETA: Thanks to ie, ie, Toft, Alia, and everyone else who helped me write this little fantasy. A very special thank you to Sher for all encoencouragement and support writing this most difficult story. Sher, just remember what John Michael Montgomery said, \"Life\'s a dance, you learn as you go.\" Keep writing sweetie!
ARCHIVING: The Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest Archive until the end of the fest, then anywhere asked.
Tearmann2 by Taran
Throbbing, pounding, pulsing. Someone was tapping out an erratic beat on the inside of his skull. He could feel the rush of blood in his ears. Every sound echoed over and over in his brain. His stomach began doing summersaults and back-flips. Hell, even his hair was starting to ache.
Severus Snape rested his head in his hands, elbows propped up on the staff table at the front of the Great Hall. He was beyond caring about who saw him and how weak he must appear to be. All he wanted to do was go back to his dungeon and sleep for the next two days. It was Friday and he had no plans for the weekend, thank Merlin.
He felt the weight of a stare on him and knew without looking up that Albus Dumbledore was watching him closely. Albus always worried too much, especially about him. He knew he must look dreadful; paler than his usual sallow color, eyes bloodshot and puffy. Albus had already commented that day on the weight he had lost recently, and he didn\'t have much to spare. He had always been slim but now he was approaching skeletal. He knew he had to eat but the smells of the food laid before him was making him nauseous.
A loud crash from a plate falling and breaking on the floor brought Severus\' head up suddenly, whiauseaused him to be very dizzy. He was unable to stifle a low moan, attracting the attention of the man sitting next to him. Remus Lupin turned to look closely at Snape for the first time that evening. He saw Severus clutching his stomach as if that would be enough to keep him from vomiting.
\"Sev? What\'s wrong?\" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
\"Migraine,\" Severus whispered, again holding his head in his hands.
\"Oh. Would you like me to walk you back to your quarters now?\" Remus whispered just as quietly, laying a gentle hand on Severus\' shoulder. Severus started to nod then winced. Remus watched closely as the potions master rose shakily to his feet.
Remus, like most of the staff, was worried about Severus. The former Death Eater-turned-spy had survived so much before and during the war that he seemed almost invincible. Nowt tht the war had ended and the Dark Lord was no more, the toll the struggle had taken on the strong man was becoming clear.
Severus appeared ill and not just this morning from a migraine. He had been looking poorly for the last several weeks at least. The staff had all noticed it by now. Some shrugged it off, saying he\'d be fine. Others, like Remus and Albus, weren\'t so certain anymore. Severus had been far too quiet as of late, hardly talking to anyone about anything. He couldn\'t even be enticed into a debate about his own Slytherins versus Gryffindors.
It was, however, Severus\' lack of sarcasm that worried Remus the most. The usual cold exterior was replaced with an empty void. In the past, one could always count on a scathing remark or penetrating glare to remind you of your place; now one couldn\'t expect anything from the man except perhaps an empty glance.
Another soft moan brought Remus back to present. He stood as Severus swayed in front of his chair. He placed his hand gently on the small of Severus\' back and urged him towards the door. He saw Albus watching them with concern etched on his usually cheerful face and gave him a nod, reassuring him that he\'d take care of Severus.
They slipped out the side door side-by-side. When the door had closed behind them, Severus paused. Remus eyed him closely and could see he was slightly green and struggling to master his rebellious digestion. He waited patiently for Severus to breathe more evenly and stand straighter before they moved down the corridor towards the stairs to the dungeons. Severus was clutching his stomach with one hand and using the other to brace himself against the wall.
\"Severus, maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey first,\" Remus suggested quietly. He didn\'t expect Severus to agree, knowing how much he disliked the hospital wing, so when Severus simply nodded in ascent, Remus began to worry more.
Keeping his hand on the professor\'s back, Remus guided him towards one of the staircases that lead up to the hospital wing. Just aey sey stepped onto the stairs the stairway began to move, swinging sideways to a different landing. Remus barely managed to grab onto Severus as the man lurched forward.
With one hand around Severus\' waist and the other holding back the long inky black hair, he held on as Severus emptied his stomach onto the treacherous stairs. He waited as the slowslowly stopped retching and shaking before pulling out his wand and cleaning the mess. Remus was grateful to have gotten the dignified man out of the Great Hall before he\'d gotten sick. Severus couldn\'t stand being the center of attention and having witnesses to this would have mortified him.
When Severus was ready, they started up the stairs then made their way along another hall, ignoring inquiring paintings as they walked in silence. When they reached another staircase Severus pa. He. He was trembling and swaying dangerously. Remus was tempted to pick him up and carry him the rest of the way, but didn\'t think Severus would appreciate the indignity of it.
Severus turned to look at Remus; his eyes shining with unshed tears. Remus made a quick decision, thinking to hell with dignity, and as gently as he could, swept Severus into his arms. He was amazed at just how light the tall wizard was. He had expected him to be slight but not like this.
Severus tucked his head under Remus\' chin and wrapped an arm loosely around his neck. Remus could feel the heat from the trembling man\'s forehead and knew he was running a fever. It also felt like Severus had given into the tears and was sobbing, though he made no sound. Remus nearly ran the rest of the way to the infirmary.