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Why Should That Mean It Isn\'t Real?	By : HedwigsOwl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6714 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling nor do I own Harry Potter. I am not making money from this story, it is purely for entertainment.

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N/B: I am very sorry. If you read my profile you'll see that I've taken down my older stories so I can really edit them and get my teeth stuck back into them and doing so, I ended up deleting every story I have off every site. Why should that mean it isn't real? wasn't supposed to be taken down, I don't even know how I did that until a kind reader messaged me to inquire. So thanks for that. Sadly, I've lost every ones kind reviews but feel free to give me more to compromise :P
I am such a tweaker when it comes to my stories and when I went back in to repost the chapters and run my eye over them, changes suddenly happened lol. Nothing major, just a few more Snape/Harry interactions and a few grammar changes.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and I do not own Harry Potter. I am not making money from this story, it is purely for entertainment.

Prologue:
Swathed in the silken shadows of the deepest night, the tunnel leading to the Shrieking shack was the same and yet altered beyond compare. Beyond the twisted, dilapidated passageway Harry had once discovered the only family he had ever known but now all that remained was sure death. And yet, Harry knew it was only right that it was him that travelled this familiar path tonight. He had watched as Hermione and Ron had departed from him with promises that he would take some well deserved rest before he had slipped beneath his invisibility cloak. Sidestepping the crowds of celebrators and mourners scattered amongst the hallways of the castle and its grounds, Harry made his way towards the whomping willow. His final task before he could rest.
Taking a deep breath, Harry lifted himself into the main room, his eyes zoning on the body that lay within. There, amongst the blood and venom and dirt lay Severus Snape. Harry lurched forward and knelt at his side, disregarding the blood that was seeping into his already tattered jeans. A shattering breath escaped his lungs and he tried to swallow against the rising guilt as he stared into the unmoving face of his former professor. At some point during his absence, Snape's eyelids had dropped slightly until his eyes were almost closed, only a flash of the whites showing against the greying skin. If it weren't for the dried blood that darkened one side of his face, Harry could almost believe he was simply sleeping. Harry reached out and grabbed his hand, his breath catching as his fingertips met the shocking cold of his lifeless skin.
"I'm sorry, Sir." Harry whispered from between numbed lips. It was the first time he had addressed the man so respectfully and without reprimand since he had come to Hogwarts seven years ago. From the first twinge of pain in his scar, Snape had become the villain in Harry's eyes and nothing or no one had convinced him otherwise in the years between except for the man himself. Or his memories at least. It had taken Snape's final sacrifice for Harry to have known the truth and now it was too late to make amends or thank him for his steadfast protection over the years. At least now, he could offer the man some dignity after death. With a heavy heart, Harry reached forward and forced Snape's eyelids fully closed, intending to bring his body to rest amongst the other casualties in the castle where he could finally be acknowledged as the hero he was. No sooner had his fingertips touched the chilled skin beneath then Snape's eyes lurched open and with a gasping, shuddering breath he focused on Harry. His pleading eyes a testament to the agony he must be enduring in silence. With a startled yell, Harry fell backwards, his hands slipping on the blood drenched floor beneath as he tried to steady himself.
"Holy fuck," Harry managed after a moment of numbed silence. It wasn't until another pained gasp erupted from Snape's pale lips that Harry scrambled forward, pressing his hand against the gaping wound at his neck. It was only then that he realised the blood beneath his palm was warm, barely flowing as the man's pulse beat dangerously slow. With his free hand, Harry pulled his wand from his clothing. With a blinding flash of light, his stag patronus appeared before him majestically, its head slightly inclined as if awaiting instruction from its master. "Severus Snape is barely alive. He needs help. The Shrieking Shack. Madam Pomfrey. Now!"
Turning back to Snape, Harry's wand fell from his fingers with a clatter in the almost silent room. Without thought, his empty hand now moved to the top of the dark head, stroking the matted hair beneath his fingertips in a silent offer of comfort. After a moment, Snape focused on Harry pleadingly, his lips barely moving as if he were trying to form words. Harry rubbed his head reassuringly and pressed his palm harder against the slow steam of blood. Distantly Harry realised his hands were trembling against the man's skin and he took a calming breath against the rising panic he felt deep within his chest.
"Everything's gonna be fine, Sir." Harry spoke mindlessly, staring into the dark eyes that pleaded with him for relief. "You're safe now. He's dead. Voldemort's dead. You did it."
For a split second, Harry was sure he saw a flash of relief in Snape's eyes before they became pained once more. Harry gave him a shaky smile and nodded in assurance, his thumb now making a path across his clammy skin with every stroke of his palm.
"You were incredible." Harry said, his only thought to provide the man some comfort from his pain. Snape blinked once slowly, purposefully whether in agreement or thanks Harry didn't know but the conscious act eased some of Harry's panic. Snape's eyes never left his face. "Someone's coming to help, I just need you to hold on. Please, just keep fighting."
This time Snape responded with a pitying moan from deep within his throat as if to express the pain he was in. Harry's heart clenched in sympathy and wondered if it were better for the man to simply slip away. After all, Harry knew only too well that death was easy. Peaceful. And yet something held him back. A churning in his gut that convinced him otherwise.
"I know it hurts," Harry continued, ignoring another spike of fear rushing through him. Without conscious thought, the thumb of his other hand stroked the man's jaw gently, removing flakes of blood in its track. "But you're the bravest man I know and there's so much that needs to be said. I need you to stay alive. Even if you just tell me to piss off."
Harry took shaky breath against another wave of guilt that threatened to suffocate him. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were dead."
He almost laughed as he saw Snape's eyes roll upwards slightly and if he had the energy to talk he was sure it would have been accompanied with a scathing remark about Harry's stupidity and arrogance. And yet there was no malice in those dark eyes any more, no hatred. It was as if the man was stripped bare of his past and for the first time, Harry no longer felt like his most despised student but an equal. A loud thud erupted from behind them and Harry felt Snape tense imperceptibly. Glancing behind him, he almost cried in relief as he saw Madam Pomfrey pull herself into the room followed by a stern faced McGonagall.
"It's alright," Harry repeated, facing Snape again. "It's help, there's no danger any more. You're safe."
Strong hands pulled him to the side and for a moment he tensed, prepared to fight against the attack, not wanting to leave the man's side. After another firm shove, Harry finally relented and quickly grabbing his wand, moved to the side. He stumbled as he got to his feet, his legs shaking with pins and needles, all of them dancing crazily and moved next to McGonagall. He distantly wondered how long he had stayed behind the man's side and yet made no attempt to talk to either woman, his eyes instead focused on the injured man at his feet. A strong female hand landed on his shoulder in comfort as they listened to Madam Pomfrey mutter spells that Harry had no knowledge of under her breath. After a few tense moments, Harry gasped as he saw the skin of Snape neck slowly knit together as if guided by an invisible needle. Soon after, the blood that had steadily pooled around his head began to recede and the deeply etched lines in the man's face began to soften as his pain eased somewhat.
"He's lost a lot of blood." Madam Pomfrey finally spoke without turning around. "We must get him to St. Mungo's at once. I'm going to put you under Severus, it'll be easier to move you that way."
She added, addressing Snape herself as she lifted her wand. Suddenly Snape's eyes darted towards Harry, beseeching him. Harry unconsciously stepped forward, shrugging off McGonagall's hand as he moved and spoke fervently, somehow knowing how to reassure the man.
"You're safe." Harry confirmed again and again as he watched the man finally succumb to his exhaustion. "I'll stay you."
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Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his muscles protesting in agony from their painful confinement. For days he had sat beside Snape's unconscious body, leaving only to use the toilet and freshen up with a change of clothes. He had to resort to his elevated station within the wizarding world to ensure that he was not forcibly removed from the ward once visiting hours had ended. After all, he had promised Snape he wouldn't leave him, not until he was out of danger and after the man's unwavering dedication to Voldemort's downfall Harry thought it was the least he could do. He shifted again, this time in embarrassment as he recalled his actions the night of the final battle and his too familiar conduct with his once hated professor. He was sure that once Snape fully regained consciousness he would be mocked for eternity for his simpering behaviour. Instead Harry attested his demeanour during their brief interaction to the battle, his exhaustion and the shock of Severus Snape coming back to life before his eyes. Any other niggling feelings in regards to the man, Harry was choosing to ignore at this point.
Pulling back the curtain that had he had carefully shut against prying eyes several days before, Harry saw the lightening sky beyond the window and the still forms of the other patients in the ward. From a glance, Harry concluded that it was sometime in the early hours of the morning. He sighed loudly and let the curtain drop back into place. A deep chuckle filled the air and Harry snapped his head towards the sound so quickly he was surprised his neck didn't break in half. He met familiar dark eyes. However, they no longer appeared black but a deep brown, and held neither anger or mockery as Harry had feared. They were staring at him with open affection, his eyes barely focusing as if he were still trapped between sleep and awake.
"You're awake." Harry stated obviously, unsure of how to interact with the man now that he had finally regained consciousness. However, Snape did not seem to hear him and instead lifted a shaky hand from its place against his chest. Harry nearly flinched as Snape's arm reached out towards him tentatively and with obvious difficultly, and ran the back of his index finger against his cheek lovingly. After a moment, Snape's arm dropped to the bed with a clear thud as if the simple act of lifting his arm was too physically demanding for his body to handle.
"Go home, Harry." Snape said softly, with a warmth Harry had never heard coming from the man; his eyes beginning to close even as he spoke. "Sleep. There is no more danger."
After several moments, Harry forced his gaping jaw shut and stared at the man as his breathing deepened and he fell asleep again, a small peaceful smile formed on his lips. He could still feel the path Snape's touch had left on cheek as if his skin had caught fire and swallowed painfully against the shock that was choking him. Stumbling to his feet, Harry stared at the sleeping form before him, his mind swirling with confusion and unasked questions. After a few hesitant breaths, and with Snape's somewhat dubious consent, Harry finally pulled back the curtain and left.

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