Lonely Harry

Harry Potter finally defeated the Dark Lord at the end of his sixth year. Now, all he wants is what he has lacked all his life: love. After the final battle, everyone seemed to leave him. It was his fault everyone died. Dumbledore died protecting him from Bellatrix, and Remus and Tonks died protecting each other. The Weasleys lost Fred and Bill, and both Hermione’s parents were killed in an attempt to get to him.

Harry was having a hard time copping. Everyone he thought loved him, or at least cared, now give him dirty looks when they pass him in the halls. His final year at Hogwarts, and he’s all alone. It was December fourth and he had to go to the Headmistress’ office for the reading of Albus Dumbledore’s last will and testament. He reached the gargoyle before he realized that he did not know the password. He stood there for going on ten minutes before someone else came along, Professor Snape. He stated the password, “Panther,” and pushed Harry ahead of him. They approached the door and knocked before entering.

There were two ministry officials, the Minister of Magic, McGonagall, Aberforth, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and now the two of them. The minister stood and greeted them. “Now that we are all present, I will bestow upon each of you what has been left according to Albus’ wishes.” The minister then read straight from the will, “To my dear Minerva, I leave you all that I had in Hogwarts that I have not given to anyone else. I also leave vaults 203 and 604 to you. My love for you continues even now.” One of the ministry officials handed her an envelope. “To Mr. Ronald Weasley, I leave my entire candy collection, use it well. I want to thank you for being such a loyal friend to my grandson of heart.”

From the corner of the room Harry snorted, ‘loyal my arse,’ as the ministry official handed Weasley a large bag.

“To Hermione Granger, I give you my collection of books on all things muggle adopted by wizards. I also thank you for the same reasons I thank Ronald.” As the official handed Hermione a handful of mini books, she had the gull to look guiltily towards Harry. “To young Lord Draco Malfoy, I leave you my most precious possession (If she’ll have you), Fawkes. She will most likely miss Harry, so let him visit once in a while.” The minister looked at Draco, then the bird. The phoenix looked at Draco curiously before flying over to him and gently settling on his shoulder. “I give her to you for all the bravery you showed by defying your father and becoming your own person.” Draco stroked Fawkes neck and allowed her to thrill at Harry. The minister moved on, “To my brother, I leave all Dumbledore titles and positions, as well as vaults 306, 342, and 605. They belong to you.” The second ministry official handed Aberforth a folder of papers and a small key envelope. “To Severus Snape, I free you of all attachments to me and this old castle. I only ask one more favor,” Snape growned, “please take care of my lion. I feel he won’t survive the aftermath of war. He needs everything you can give him.” Snape stared in shock. “We do not know who he’s referring to, but you might.” The minister turned to look at Harry, “Finally I leave all my homes and the rest of my vaults to Harry Potter. You are like the grandson I never had, and I ask you not to give up on your heart and what it tells you. I also leave you with the knowledge that everyone wears a mask, and few can break those. If all else fails look them in the eyes.” Harry was stunned as the minister handed him a folder and an envelope. “That is all, and we will be leaving now.” The minister and the two officials then left through the floo.

Severus Snape was confused; it seemed as if Albus knew that Potter was going to lose what support he had during the war the second the snakeface died. Severus is currently the only one that still thinks Harry Potter needs protection; Protection from himself. Harry sat still for all of three minutes before leaping up and dashing out of the room. Severus took off after the boy. He found him two hallways away sitting in an alcove. He had his arms wrapped around his knees and his head down, crying. “Potter…Potter…” harry did not respond. Severus sighed and sat next to the boy. “Harry…” his head jerked up and startled eyes gazed at the potions professor.

“What do you want? Rub it in that poor little Potter can’t handle it when he doesn’t have the attention anymore?”

“No Harry, I want to help…”

“Help with what?! I never wanted all the attention, nor to be a hero. I just wanted to be Harry and have some friends that weren’t afraid to come near a freak.” Harry was facing Severus Snape—tears running down his face—with eyes full of multiple emotions: confusion, sadness, guilt, despair, helplessness, etc. “What did I do that was so horrible? I’ve lost everything I ever had, and Dumbledore leave me a DAMN RIDDLE!”

“You have done nothing but be one of the strongest children—no, the strongest young man—I have ever known. Dumbledore has a reason for everything; just does not have good timing.” Harry laughed as Severus chuckled.

Harry was shocked at this. “Why are you here professor? You hate me, yet you chase after me.”

“I do not hate you. I was playing a part until the end of the war. I tried to hide behind my mask since so as not to confuse you. I still despise your father, but I realize you are not him.” Harry smiled a thank you. He then leaned his head against the professor’s shoulder and yawned. After a few minutes of silence, Severus noticed that Harry had fallen asleep. He smiled and lifted the young charge up with a slight grown, ‘I’m getting to old.’ Severus walked to his own set of rooms all the way down in the dungeons and placed Mr. Potter in his bed. Severus went out to his office to grade some papers. It was three hours hater when Harry came wondering out the bedroom, rubbing sleep filled eyes. Severus wished to smile at how cute the man looked like that: “How was your sleep?”

“Amazing.”

Snape turned back to his work, “You may stay or go, that is up to you. It is dinner time now.”

“I think I would prefer to stay.”

“Then I shall get us some dinner, Maxxie.” Snape told the little house elf to bring the two of them some of tonight’s dinner. Five minutes later Snape’s desk was cleared of his work and set up with the food: ham and cabbage with potatoes and carrots on the side. For dessert there were two pieces of tiramisu.

“Tonight’s dinner is my favorite,” Harry said while adding food to his plate.

Severus smiled on the inside at how alive Harry seemed, “That is good to know.” Harry smiled brightly at him and began to eat. Unlike those he use to be friends with, Potter seemed to have manners while seated at the table.

Harry took a sip of his pumpkin juice, swallowed and then asked, “So professor, who was Dumbledore talking about in his will?”

“There is really only one person Dumbledore would try to protect even from the grave.”

Harry tilted his head in a confused manner that Severus could not help but think was adorable. “Who sir?”

Severus actually smiled at him this time, “You, Harry. Dumbledore may not have done everything right, but he did it with your best interest at heart.”

“Why would he ask that of you? I can take care of myself!”

“It’s not that! We can all see that physically you are a grown man that has been taking care of himself for years. Severus was enraged, “We just worry that emotionally and mentally you were forced to grow up too quickly. It has and will continue to take a toll on you. You will need someone, even if you hate them, to talk to!” Severus growled at the shocked Harry, “Keeping everything inside makes you bitter…I know from experience.”

Harry stared at Severus and realized just how close they were. As Severus ranted he came around the desk and right in Harry’s face. “I don’t hate you. That is why I don’t want to be your burden.”

Severus sighed and hung his head. A bit of his hair grazed Harry’s neck as he spoke, “You will never be a burden. I have spent all you life protecting you; it is not just something I can stop doing.”

“But…” Severus’ gaze stopped Harry before he could even start.

“Not much matters in my life anymore, let me have this.” Harry gave a nod. Severus went to go back to his seat, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“You dropped your mask for me alone, and even your eyes tell no lies, Severus.” With that, Harry leaned up and kissed him. When Harry pulled away, he sighed, “I will only let you take care of me, if you let me take care of you.”

‘How could anyone say no to that?’ Severus gave his answer by scooping the young wizard up and kissing him. As they headed to his—their—bedroom, Severus thought, ‘We will see where this takes us.’ Severus gently laid Harry on the center of the bed, leaning over him. “Are you sure you do not want someone else? Younger?”

“No one my age can understand me the way you can. My heart has been calling for you since you first saved my life, I just didn’t know it yet.” Severus smiled at Harry before closing the space between them. Severus’ lips were soft and warm, and made Harry melt into his arms. Severus’ right hand was in Harry’ hair while the other slipped around his waist. Severus’ tongue reached out and grazed Harry’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Harry granted it and arched up into Severus. He tightened his arm around Harry, so they were flush together. Harry moaned as Severus’ bulge came in contact with his. Severus broke their kiss and worked his way down Harry’s jaw and latched onto his neck. Harry’s hands were tangled in Severus’ long locks, and he began to trust up into Severus. Severus moaned, leaning his head back. This was Harry’s opportunity to leave his mark on Severus. Harry moved up and started sucking and kissing his neck. Severus moaned and started to move his hips against Harry’s. They continued grinding their groins into one another, Severus between Harry’s strong legs. Harry reached between their bodies and slipped his hands below Severus’ shirt and started groping his chest. Severus’ eyes clouded over, and he kissed Harry again, their tongues meeting before their lips. Severus removed both their shirts and then started working on Harry’s chest, sucking and kissing his collarbone. He then worked his way down to Harry’s nipples, pulling on them with his teeth. This seemed to be a very sensitive spot for young mister Potter, for his body seemed to bend in half with pure ecstasy. Harry didn’t want to be the only one pleasured here. He reached for the waistband of Severus’ pants, and then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them before reaching inside. Severus was not small by any standard in Harry’s opinion. He pulled Severus’ member out and started to stroke him. Severus was impressed by Harry’s boldness and reeled in it. He trust harder into the hand and slipped his knee up to rub Harry. “Sev’rus…I’m coming.” Harry then came squeezing hard on Severus, sending him over the edge as well. Both came shouted the others name. As they both came down from their high, they were panting heavily and lazily grinning.

“There will be no getting rid of me now, Harry. You belong to me.” Harry giggled, before pushing Severus off of him. Harry performed a wandless cleaning spell on them before removing the last of their clothing. He then curled up in Severus side as Severus brought the covers up over them. Harry fell asleep with Severus name on his lips. Severus smiled and thanked Albus, for he knew that was the old coot’s doing. He then fell asleep, arms tightly wrapped around his new little lion.

!!THE END!!