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Lilies	By : strosevae Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 11
It took Harry several days to get used to his strange new freedom but after living together for two weeks, both Harry and Snape got used to each other’s presence and fell into a comfortable routine. Harry would do his homework or explore the castle grounds while Snape worked or meet up with Dumbledore for ‘afternoon tea’. Sometimes Harry would borrow the Quidditch set from Madam Hooch and practiced chasing after the snitch in the open field or, if he was feeling particularly adventurous, fly around the castle, loving the feel of the wind blowing through his hair - making it impossibly messier - and the way the whole place was so empty. It was as if Harry owned everything in the world.
During these flying sessions, Snape would come out of his lab and watch him fly from the window. Harry’s figure, clad in Gryffindor red robes, zooming around the field always reminded him of how James would often show off his Seeker skills during his younger years. The memory left a bitter taste in Snape’s mouth every time, dampening his mood as he returned to his quarters. Yet when Harry came back with a bright smile directed at him, he couldn’t help but return the gesture. Over time, Snape had come to recognize Harry as his own person, and not at all like James; more like Lily, actually.
After dinner, Harry would join Snape in the lab, helping him brew while chatting casually about random things. Snape never really participated in the conversations, just the occasional hum of acknowledgement. But when the work ran late into the night, Harry’s voice would lower and he would start to talk about more personal things. It was during these late-night talks that Snape found himself responding in kind, talking about things he normally would never share. Maybe it was just the fatigue from pulling an all-nighter, but the words seemed to flow much more easily on those nights.
Sometimes Harry would go down to visit Hagrid, who was surprised at the fact that he was staying with Snape. Besides playing with Fang, he also helped Hagrid with some magical creatures that were supposed to be a secret. Harry liked hanging out with his giant friend - although Snape was less than pleased when he saw the scratches Harry got from the creatures - but he likes spending time with the potions professor more. He found Snape to be surprisingly charming. The man was funny (although his humor was one of a kind), intelligent, and caring. Snape gently treated his wounds every other day without fail and they were healing very nicely, leaving almost no scars on his skin.
When he felt like playing, Harry would go down to Diagon Alley and spend the long sunny days exploring the shops and eating under brightly colored umbrellas outside cafes. He liked to read outside Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor, who gave Harry free sundaes every half an hour. Despite all this, he also felt a sort of uneasiness everytime he passed by a dark corner, afraid of seeing those ominous yellow eyes staring back at him. The amount of people talking about the escaped prisoner didn’t help either. Snape noticed Harry always became significantly quieter after his trips to Diagon Alley but vehemently refused to tell him anything, much to Snape’s annoyance.
On the last day of the holiday, when Harry was strolling through Diagon Alley and trying not to think about the very tempting Firebolt, he heard someone calling out his name. Turning around, he found his two best friends waving at him from the ice cream parlor. Harry spent the day happily catching up and accompanying them buying the things they needed. Dinner that night was a very enjoyable affair. He didn’t realize how much he had missed the company of Hermione and the Weasleys until he saw them again.
He went up with Ron to help him pack, but quickly escaped back downstairs with the excuse of searching for Scabbers’ rat tonic when Percy started yelling about his missing Head Boy badge. Halfway down the hallway, he heard Mr and Mrs Weasley’s angry voices and was about to pass when he heard his name being mentioned. He stopped, and pressed himself against the wall, trying to hear what was being said.
“But Harry will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts!”
“We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts.”
“But no one’s really sure that Black’s after Harry-”
“They didn’t report it because Fudge wanted to keep it quiet, but the guards told Fudge that Black’s been talking in his sleep for a while now, saying ‘He’s at Hogwarts… he’s at Hogwarts.’ Black is deranged, Molly, and he wants Harry dead, probably because he thinks murdering Harry will bring You-Know-Who back to power.”
There was silence and Harry leaned closer to the door, desperate to hear more.
“Arthur, do what you think is right, but you’re forgetting Albus Dumbledore. No one can hurt Harry while he’s Headmaster. I suppose he knows about all this?”
“Of course, and he wasn’t happy about the Azkaban guards being stationed around the school grounds. It’s late, Molly, we’d better go up…”
Hearing the chairs scraping against the floor, Harry hurried downstairs to retrieve the rat tonic. When he went into Ron’s room to return it, he found Hermione sitting on the bed with an open book on her lap while Ron threw his things haphazardly into his trunk. Percy could be heard yelling at Fred and George in the other room.
“Here you go,” Harry handed him the tonic. Ron thanked him and carelessly tossed it into the trunk.
“Harry, how are you?” Hermione closed her book and patted the space next to her.
“I’m fine?” Harry sat down, not sure what she was asking about.
“No, I mean, how are you? I knew Ron tried to call you.” She glared at the red head before continuing. “Are you okay? What did your uncle do?”
“Oh, that.” Harry shifted in his seat. “It was… well, beatings and starvation. The usual.” He shrugged, trying to make it look casual. Seeing the concerned look on both of his friends’ faces, he quickly added, “But I left almost 3 weeks ago, so I’m fine now, really.”
“Left? What do you mean?”
Harry shifted again, unsure if he should tell them about Snape, but finally decided to be honest with them. “Professor Dumbledore offered me to go stay with Snape for the remainder of the summer.”
“Stay with Snape?!” Ron exclaimed. “Why didn’t you come stay at the Burrow?”
“They told me it’s safer to stay in the castle,”
“Safe? From what?” Hermione frowned.
After checking that everyone was asleep and locking the door, Harry told them both about Mr and Mrs Weasley’s argument. When he’d finished, Ron looked thunderstruck, and Hermione had her hands over her mouth. She finally lowered them to say, “Sirius Black escaped to come after you? Oh, Harry… you’ll have to be really, really careful…”
Ron muttered an agreement before adding “But still, staying with Snape? I can’t imagine. Do you get detention every day?” he asked, earning him an elbow in the ribs from Hermione. Harry smiled slightly.
“He’s honestly not that bad. He treated all my wounds from Uncle Vernon.”
“You better hurry and get back, Harry.” Hermione glanced at the clock. “It’s almost midnight.”
Harry gave them hugs and said his goodbyes before going to the fireplace in the parlor. He was still thinking about Sirius Black as the green flames whisked him away.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed 12 times as Harry stumbled out of the fireplace. He whirled around at the familiar sarcastic voice in the room.
“Back already?”
“Sorry,” Harry dusted his clothes, not really paying attention to Snape, who was frowning and clearly irritated at him for returning so late.
“Where were you? You know you were supposed to come back before six. Or do you think you don’t have to follow the rules just because it’s summer?” Snape snarled.
“No, I was just… with Ron and Hermione…” Harry replied slowly, staring at the floor, not registering the accusation Snape just said to him.
“And you think that gives you a free pass to roam around without even notifying me?”
Harry didn’t reply. Instead, he pressed a palm to his scar and shook his head rather forcefully before looking up at Snape, who was confused by the reaction.
“I’m sorry for being out so late,” Harry replied softly before noticing that he was still fully dressed in his black robes. “I thought you would already be asleep. Were you waiting for me?”
“No, it’s-”
“Thanks,” Harry smiled at him and turned to go to the bathroom for his before bed routine, leaving an irritated but worried Snape behind. Harry was always quieter after his trips to Diagon Alley but this was the first time he had done that. What happened?
Snape was woken up in the middle of the night by Harry whimpering beside him. Tired, he turned to his side to find Harry softly murmuring “Not going to be murdered…” over and over again. The boy’s hands were slightly shaking and his body was tense. Another nightmare; it had been so long since he last had one. Snape reached out to pet him but Harry immediately woke up with a start at his touch.
“Oh… did I wake you? I’m sorry…”
“What were you dreaming about? You were talking in your sleep.”
“Really? What did I say?”
“You said something about not going to be murdered.”
“Oh…”
“Tell me what happened today.”
“Nothing! Really, nothing happened...”
“I am not a fool, Potter. I can see that you are worried about something. What is it?”
“...It’s stupid,”
“Potter…”
“...I heard about how Sirius Black escaped Azkaban just so he could come to Hogwarts and murder me. I saw a black dog when I left the Dursleys and it was said that black dogs are death omens. I know I’m safe with Dumbledore here, but I can’t stop thinking about it…”
Snape could tell that Harry was genuinely bothered. And although he did think it was foolish to be worried over some baseless rumours and omens, he said nothing and pulled Harry into his arms, hugging him tightly and petting his hair, feeling Harry’s quickened heartbeat gradually slow.
“It’s going to be alright. You can always come to me…”
Harry snuggled into him and murmured a soft “Thank you”. Snape continued petting him until he felt the boy relaxed in his arms, asleep.
Harry was returning to Snape’s quarters after another flying session when he heard a cheerful melody coming from the room. He silently entered and paused right outside the bedroom door, leaning on the door and listening to Snape play. It was beautiful and he didn’t want to interrupt it. He was sure that it was a private moment for Snape.
When the piece ended, he slowly knocked on the door and leaned on the doorframe with his arms crossed, smiling.
“That was wonderful. What’s the occasion?”
“Nothing,” Snape replied. “Just felt like playing it.”
Harry sat on the piano bench and pressed some random keys. “Can you teach me how to play?”
Snape lifted an eyebrow.
“Like this.” He played a short, simple piece and gestured for Harry to imitate him.
That day, both of them found out that Harry had absolutely zero talents for musical instruments. But that’s okay, because Harry liked hearing Snape play more than playing it himself. And so Snape spent the afternoon playing a few more cheerful pieces with Harry beside him, listening with his eyes closed and smiling slightly.
Harry strolled along the bank of the Great Lake, enjoying the last moments of solitude before the train was due to arrive with all his friends. He chucked a small pebble onto the lake, watching the serene surface rippled. When it slowly stilled, he saw a big black figure reflected on the surface, contrasting greatly with the beautiful red sunset in the background. It was coming closer, and with it, a gripping chill that seemed to penetrate his bones.
He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn’t move, his eyes transfixed on the cloaked figure gliding over the lake from the other side and approaching him. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood. Harry’s eyes darted downward, and what he saw made his stomach contract. There was a hand protruding from the cloak and it was glistening, greyish, slimy-looking, and scabbed, like something dead that had decayed in water…
It drew a long, slow, rattling breath, and an intense cold swept over him. Harry felt his own breath catch in his chest. Everything turned blurry. He was drowning in the cold and being dragged downward. And then he heard screaming; terrible, terrified, pleading screams. He wanted to help whoever it was, but he couldn’t move his arms. His eyes rolled up into his head and everything turned black.

TBC
I have so many things planned for the third and fourth years! :D I can't wait to write them and I hope you'll like it too!
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