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Draco's Saving Grace from his Devastating Past	By : PygmyPuffs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9017 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Super Man, Batman, The Avengers, or Deadpool (the last three are only mentioned once and the fourth may be revisited at a later date! This is a Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter List
- 1-Draco
- 2-Harry
- 3-Harry
- 4-Neville
- 5-Draco
- 6-Ginny
- 7-Draco
- 8-Severus
- 9-Harry
- 10-Severus
- 11-Emberly
- 12-Draco
- 13-Emberly
- 14-Death
- 15-Gred and Forge
- 16-Ginny
- 17-Harry
- 18-Andromeda
- 19-Severus
- 20-Draco
- 21-Harry
- 22-The Greengrasses
- 23-Draco
- 24-Severus
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Chapter 10: Severus
Severus didn’t know how long he had been feeling pain in this black place. It had been so long that he was starting to believe that it was normal, starting to believe that that was all he would ever feel.
There had been a time that he could remember, though he wasn’t too sure of how long ago it was, that it had felt as if he had been moving. If he hadn’t been so wracked with pain, he would have described it as a feeling similar to that of a portkey, but that couldn’t be possible, could it?
Severus sighed, wishing that this would all just end, wishing that the pain would leave him be and that he could just move on, to the ‘Next Great Adventure’, as Albus would always say. He was ready for it to be over already, either to wake, or to finally sleep, truly sleep, at least that’s how he imagined death to be like.
And then it happened. He couldn’t say that it was gradual. If he had to describe to anyone who asked, it was as sudden as being run over by a herd of hippogriffs or even the Knight Bus. The constant, growing pain that on grew worse as time, whatever that meant in this dark place, went on was, was suddenly gone.
The peace he had begged and cried for was overwhelming and complete. The pain disappeared and for the first time in such a very, very long time became nothing more than a memory. A horrible, unrelenting memory. Severus floated there as he finally felt his magic seize control and begin the healing process as well as replenish to its full capacity.
He cried tears of relief as he was able to finally feel more than just pain. His magic was, in a word, excited to be able to more than hurt him. He felt it running through him from his toes to his head, moving and filling him completely. It was like welcoming home an old friend.
The next thing he noticed returning were his senses. He could smell potions in the room he must have be residing in. He could identify some of them, such as the high-grade nutrition potion. Then came his sense of touch. He could feel a hand running through his hair and on his cheek. If he wasn’t mistaken, it felt as if someone was caressing him. Then came taste, and one he wished he didn’t get back so suddenly. He could taste a foreign potion on his tongue, and beneath that the taste of a mouth cleansing spell. How he detested those!
The last sense to return was his hearing. First, he could hear the breeze that came through the window. The sounds of birds, birds the sounded as if they belonged on the coast. Then came the words, words that shocked him awake, accompanied by a startling kiss to his head, “I will always love you, my Severus…” They were like a caress themselves, and he felt as though he recognized the voice of who spoke them, but for the life of him, he couldn’t place it.
He suddenly sat up in his bed, coughing and gasping for water. He looked around and found no one near him, then his eyes landed on the doorway where a young man that looked…he shook his head, no, he was his own man and looked nothing like his father. “Draco…” he rasped.
“It’s wonderful to see you awake Godfather. I have missed you terribly,” Draco said as he walked over to him. Once at his bedside, Draco poured him a glass of cool water. “Here, drink.”
“Thank…” cough “you…” and Severus took a small, wonderful sip of what tasted like heaven to his parched and sore throat.
“Of course,” Draco said with a small smile.
Once Severus finished his glass of water, he handed the empty glass back to Draco, who refilled it and placed it on the nightstand next to him. “How,” he cleared his throat, “how long?” he asked quietly.
“Seven years Godfather. It has been seven years since the Battle of Hogwarts. You have been cleared of all charges of being a Death Eater and given the Merlin First Class award for being a hero in your own right,” Draco informed him, setting his mind at ease.
“And your parents?”
“Mother is dead, killed for betrayal against Voldemort. Father is in Azkaban for life, no chance of release.”
“I…I am sorry to hear about your mother, Draco,” Severus whispered, taking his frail hand and placing it on his godson’s.
“She was given the Merlin Third Class for protecting Harry Potter. She did the right thing and was not ashamed of her action in the end. She died knowing that I was safe and would be well. That’s all I could have asked for,” Draco said with a small smile.
“I…am happy to hear that,” Severus said gently. “And what of Potter? He survived?”
“Yes, he did. He has become a good friend of mine over these last few years. He has helped us both, just as I have reached out to help him when I could,” Draco said.
“Friends? I…find that hard to believe knowing your past,” Severus said with a small smirk.
Draco laughed softly, “Yes, I suppose it is, but it is true.”
“What else has happened? And where exactly are we? I don’t recognize the place.” Severus asked, looking around once more, taking in more details.
“Ireland. Harry provided us a place to stay, to heal, that was away from…memories,” Draco told him, turning his face away.
“Talk to me, Draco,” Severus gently demanded.
“After you rest, Godfather, there is much to tell you and it would be best if you got some sleep that wasn’t from a magical coma,” Draco gently insisted.
“I’ve just woke up, Draco. You needn’t go into details…just…a summary. Please, I’ve had nothing but pain for seven years and no one to talk to. I just want to listen to you. It can be about nothing…just talk, please?” Severus asked, almost begging. The last thing he wanted to do is sleep, he had had enough of that to last for quite some time, thank you very much!
Draco closed his eyes, nodded, and leaned back into his chair. “Alright Uncle Sev. If there are any questions you want to ask now, please do so, just know that I won’t answer them all tonight.”
“Who gave me that last potion, the one to wake me?” Severus asked, not wanting to mention that he heard what the person had said before disappearing.
“Harry did. He took a new job, one not here in Britain. He had promised to continue looking for a cure, a potion to heal you, even if he never saw you again, he wanted you to wake up. Perhaps it was for my sake as much as for his, but I am unsure.” Draco said, watching him intently.
Severus just barely managed to keep his shock hidden from Draco when he heard that it was Potter that administered the potion. Finally, he asked, “And you let him without testing the potion first? It could have killed me instead of healing me.”
“I was unaware that he was here until your monitoring charms alerted me to the fact that your vitals had changed for the first time in years. I got her just as he was leaving,” was the reply. “Besides, I trust Harry with my life, and with yours. He would have made sure that it was something that wouldn’t harm you. He had invested a great deal in making sure that, not only were you free, but safe.”
Severus absorbed that for a moment before asking, “Did he marry Weasley’s sister? Did you marry?” He asked.
Draco suddenly laughed. It was a bark of surprised laughter that eerily reminded him of Sirius Black. “Harry marry the Weaselette! He wouldn’t touch her even if hell froze over and they were the last two living people on the planet!” Draco continued laughing and trying to catch his breath. Once he had calmed down sufficient enough to continue speaking, he noticed Severus’s raised brow. “Weasley is a whore who tried to pass off one of her many lovers, in this case, the Holyhead Harpies’ manager, unborn child as Harry’s. It didn’t work out. She was charged with attempted line theft, and during the trial, dosing a minor, again Harry, with the help of her mother with Amortentia and an illegal marriage contract signed by her mother and Albus Dumbledore. Harry was quite pleased with himself that he had managed to convince the Wizengamont to use Veritiserum during her trial.”
Severus wasn’t ashamed to admit his utter shock showed on his face, complete with his mouth hanging open and eyes as wide as a saucer. “Truly? When did this happen?”
“Two years ago, right before Harry left for his new job.” Draco said with a smirk. “Weasley was sentenced to a year in the secure ward at Mongo’s and then another 10 years in Azkaban with her mother. When Dumbledore’s portrait at Hogwarts was questioned, the old man tried to deny it, until he was told that she confessed to it under truth serum. From what I found out through the grape vines is that Dumbledore was furious that it had gotten out. Arthur Weasley divorced his wife and disowned his daughter, the other Weasley’s turning their back on them for what they had tried to do. None of them blamed Harry for what happened.” Draco finished.
Severus reached over and took the glass of water, taking a sip…ok, maybe it was more of a gulp, but still, he needed something to do while he tried to reign in his shock. Eventually he managed to repeat his second question, “And you? Did you and Astoria marry?”
All at once, a stone look of anger with a confused mixed of grief and lost that he didn’t understand. “I will answer this question, but only the bare minimum. This is a topic that is…difficult for me to discuss. Yes, I married Astoria five years ago. We had a son, three years later. My son is now dead, and my marriage to Astoria is dissolved with the blessing of Lord and Lady Greengrass. That is all I will say on this topic until you have healed enough to hear the rest.”
Draco abruptly stood and started towards the door. “I’ll get you something to eat, and then we can talk for a little longer, after that, you’re to rest,” and he left, leaving Severus shocked once more, and very concerned for his godson, a man that he had, for many years, thought of as a son.
He waited for Draco to return, knowing that he was taking his time to compose himself. He would let him take all the time he needed. Shaking his head, he took another sip of water before returning it to the nightstand next to him. There was much that he had missed and much that he would need to be caught up on. Though, there was one thing that continued to stick in his mind and would repeat over and over now that he was alone: “I will always love you, my Severus…”
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