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Run to Me	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 3066 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Severus had the worst night of his life. There was no place he could go at Hogwarts that wouldn’t draw attention, so he’d gone back to his own manor. Sterling had been surprised to see his master so unexpectedly, but the house elf had quickly cleaned and refreshed the master bedroom.

Not that Severus did any sleeping in it. He couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. The look that had been in Harry’s eyes when he’d pointed his wand at him… Severus didn’t think he’d ever forget that look.

“Master Snape?” Sterling appeared.

“What?” Snape was seated in the den, staring resolutely into the fire.

“Mister Dumbledore is here to see you, sir.”

That caught his attention. Snape straightened. “Send him in.”

“Ah, Severus,” Albus said as he strolled into the room in his periwinkle robes. “There you are.”

“What are you doing here, Albus?”

“Come now, Severus. You enter and leave the castle grounds without expecting me to notice?” Dumbledore seated himself and steepled his fingers, seeming in charge even in Snape’s home. “Now, answer me. Why are you here and not at your post at Hogwarts?”

“Albus, I…” Snape leaned forward, putting his hands over his face. “I’ve ruined it.”

“Ruined what?”

“Everything I was building with Harry. At the Death Eater’s meeting last night I had to… I had to treat Harry a certain way, at Voldemort’s bidding. But I think… I don’t think there’s a way to repair the damage I caused.”

“You did what you had to in order to keep your cover as a spy?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes,” Severus whispered, his breath hitching with a pent-up sob.

Dumbledore’s head bowed a little with thought and when he looked up his eyes were glassy. “I’m sorry, my dear boy, I cannot imagine how heartbreaking that must have been for you both.”

“You’ve got to do something, Albus. I can’t keep hurting him. That’s all I’ve done since I collected him from Privet Drive.” Severus looked back up at Dumbledore, anguish written in his eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Leaning over, Albus patted Snape’s shoulder gingerly. “You and Harry made the decision together to enter into this arrangement. Only the two of you together can decide what to do going forward. The mating ritual can only be broken through death, but you two could spend the rest of your lives apart. The bond will grow weaker and weaker until you barely notice it is there.”

A life apart from Harry. The thought of never seeing Harry again made him feel sick. It would kill him, but what choice did he have?

“Ah, ah, Severus,” Albus wagged his finger as if knowing Severus’ thoughts. “You and Harry need to make this decision together. Go back to Hogwarts.”

~-~

Harry hadn’t slept either. He’d ransacked most of the common room in his anger. Then, he’d stolen all the blankets off of his and Snape’s bed and carried them to his empty former bedroom. There, in the middle of the floor, he’d slept wrapped in the blankets. The blankets that smelled agonizingly like Severus Snape.

He was having a really hard time reconciling the Severus Snape who had raped him in front of a room full of Death Eaters, and the Severus Snape who had knelt before him wearing a collar and leash. The Severus Snape who had sneered while hurting him, and the Severus Snape who had held him during the lightning storm at Snape Manor. The Severus Snape who had left him lying on the floor after abusing him, and the Severus Snape who shampooed and conditioned his hair in the shower.

How could all of those people exist in one body?

For hours he had simply sobbed, thinking back at the way the Death Eaters had jeered and laughed at him. Then he remembered the way they had nonchalantly gone to their dinner tables afterward. It made him realize that the little show Severus had put on for the Dark Lord was not a unique one, it was something that had happened many times before with others.

As he sat there, in the pile of blankets, he heard the the door to the common room swing open. Severus was back.

~-~

Severus’ eyes widened as he walked in, shards of glass crunching beneath his shoes. The common room was a wreck. Furniture was turned over, glass was broken, and scotch was all over the floor. He imagined what it must have looked like as Harry ransacked the place. Just knowing that he had been the cause of such hurt and anger made his heart clench.

“Harry?” he called tentatively.

He stepped toward their bedroom door, but the sight of Harry’s old room, door standing wide open, caused him to change direction. If possible, his heart clenched even more when he found Harry cocooned in the comforter from their bed, his hair more disheveled than usual, dark circles under his bright green eyes.

Severus stopped in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the frame.

Harry looked up at Snape, tall, dark, and formidable. Like usual.

“Where’d you go last night?” Harry wondered out loud.

“Snape Manor,” he answered.

That made sense to Harry, so he nodded but didn’t say anything else.

“Can I sit?” Snape asked. Harry’s eyes flicked to his face for a brief moment, but he nodded.

Severus joined Harry on the floor, sitting with a healthy bit of space between them.

“I need to say some things to you, Harry. Will you listen?” At Harry’s nod, Severus continued. “I cannot express how sorry I am. There is no excuse for what happened. I should have refused, even if it angered Voldemort. Even if it blew my cover. There is nothing that makes what I did okay.”

“You humiliated me. Not only that,” Harry spoke in a voice hoarse from crying, “you betrayed the most intimate part of our relationship. The part that was for us alone. You violated that.”

The words were like daggers, but Severus couldn’t deny any of it.

“You’re right. That’s why… That’s why I think we should go our separate ways. I talked with Albus and he said that, while we can’t break the mating bond, if we separate and ignore it long enough, someday it will be so weak we’ll barely notice it.” Severus’ found his throat impossibly dry.

Harry’s eyes flashed, bringing some life back to the green orbs. “Excuse me? Are you trying to run out on me, Severus Fucking Snape, after all that we’ve been through? After all, I just endured?”

Severus’ eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Did you think you were the one in control last night at Malfoy Manor? Newsflash, you weren’t. I let you do everything that you did to me. At any moment, I could have cursed you to oblivion, and taken out both of the Malfoys as well. But I didn’t, you want to know why?” Harry’s voice had risen to just below a shout.

“No, why?” Severus asked quietly.

“Because I couldn’t, no, can’t, bear the thought of living without you, you stupid, git! I’d rather be humiliated and broken in front of all those people than have your cover blown and you end up on the receiving end of Voldemort’s killing curse!”

Silence descended.

“So… where do we go from here?” Severus asked delicately. He was too afraid to hope.

Harry thought about that for a moment. “You’re going to go in there and clean up that mess in the common room, without the help of house elves. I am going to take a shower. Then when I come out, we’ll talk some more.”

“You got it,” Snape agreed readily.

~-~

Harry felt a little more like himself after his shower. He put on his school uniform and school robes. Something about all of the clothing made him feel more in control, somehow more like the person he’d been before his trip to Malfoy Manor.

When he came out into the common room, it was in pristine condition, exactly as it had been before he’d demolished it. Snape was standing beside the fireplace, his dark eyes watching Harry as if Harry were a dangerous animal that might lunge at any moment.

“Does stuff like that happen at Death Eater meetings often? You seemed to know exactly what Voldemort wanted to see.” Harry commented, still standing.

“It’s a pretty common occurrence,” Snape conceded.

Harry now understood a little more about why Snape always went for the bottle of scotch whenever he returned from a Death Eater meeting.

“I broke my promise,” Snape said.

“No you didn’t,” Harry knew immediately what he was talking about. “You said you wouldn’t let any of them touch me, and you didn’t. You did it all yourself.”

Snape winced as if the words caused him physical pain.

“That wasn’t meant to be a barb,” Harry sighed, but it was a fact, a hurtful truth. “Let’s just… let’s just try to go back to a bit of normal and see if that… if that helps.”

“Normal?” Severus asked.

“I’d like a bed returned to my room. We’ll go to classes, I have a Quidditch match upcoming, and then there’s the Christmas holiday. We’ll just… go through the motions and see what happens.” Harry couldn’t promise how he would feel towards Snape, it was still too soon to tell, but he knew that he’d promised he wouldn’t run away, and he meant it.

Sleeping separately didn’t feel like “normal” to Severus, but at this point, he was just fortunate Harry wasn’t walking out on him.

“I’m going flying,” Harry said, hoping some time on a broom would clear his thoughts.

“I’ll have your room set up by the time you get back,” Severus promised.

~-~

That night Severus and Harry slept separately, as they had when they first moved in together. Not that either man did much sleeping. By the time Harry finally dragged himself out of his bed, Snape had already showered and left for the morning.

Harry tightened his tie into place, put on his school robes, and trudged to the Great Hall. He sat himself at the end of the Gryffindor table, away from the others, but Hermione pulled out a chair beside him and sat down.

“I was worried. I didn’t see you for breakfast or dinner any this weekend,” she said.

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t the best weekend.” Harry watched as some waffles magically appeared on his plate.

“Something top secret?”

“A Death Eaters’ meeting.”

Hermione’s eyes grew round as saucers. “A what?!”

“Shhhh,” he cautioned her. “I can’t explain it here. Let’s just suffice it to say, it was the worst weekend of my life.”

The witch looked at Harry worriedly. “And Professor Snape?”

“He’s fine,” Harry lied. This wasn’t something he could ever talk about to anyone else.

“I’m always here if you need to talk, you know. Ron’s an idiot. I hope you won’t hold that against him forever. He feels terrible.”

Harry wasn’t in the forgiving mood, toward anyone, so he merely nodded and then stood. “I have to get to class. I’ll see you tomorrow in Advanced Potions?”

“Of course, Harry,” she gave him a little smile, but she watched him with worry as he left the Great Hall.

~-~

Harry was on his way to Advanced Transfigurations when he found himself uncharacteristically alone in the corridor. He’d been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the absence of others until it was too late.

Crabbe stood on one end of the corridor and Goyle on the other, blocking other students from using that particular path. In the middle stood Draco Malfoy, wearing a smug smile.

“There he is,” Malfoy’s eyes glowed in amusement.

Harry felt his jaw tighten. He wasn’t in the mood for Malfoy.

“I’m surprised you’re walking straight today, Potter. Snape really drilled you.”

In his robe pocket, Harry’s fingers curled tightly around his wand. “Get out of the way, Malfoy,” he warned coolly.

“Don’t play tough, Potter. You were such a good little pet,” Draco drawled, twirling his own wand between his fingers. He reached out suddenly and grabbed the front of Harry’s robes. “Why don’t you show me how good you are?”

Harry had already decided that he was never going to be touched again in a way he didn’t want. The moment Draco had laid his hands on Harry’s robes, the Slytherin had made a big mistake.

“Go to hell, Malfoy,” Harry growled before punching Malfoy square in the nose.

The blonde howled in pain, hands reaching up to hold his bleeding nose. Crabbe and Goyle came running at Harry, wands drawn, from either ends of the corridor.

“Petrificus totalus!” Harry cast the spell in dual directions, one way with his wand, the other with his wandless magic. The spell hit both of the Slytherins square in the chest before they collided with a crash to the floor.

“Crucio!” Malfoy screeched at Harry from behind.

Harry didn’t have time to deflect the curse and instead found himself crashing to his knees in a blinding wave of pain. As he tried to get to his feet, Malfoy repeated the curse, forcing Harry back to the ground.

“Maybe you’re not as broken and obedient a pet as you let on the other night,” Draco spat. “I’ll teach you myself,” he said as he began unzipping the front of his pants.

A surge of anger washed over Harry. Even though every nerve ending was alive with pain, he fought to his feet and drew his wand. “Protego!”

Draco’s cruciatus curse was deflected by Harry’s shield, and the strength of it blasted the Slytherin off his feet.

“What the hell is going on here?” a voice barked. It was Snape. His obsidian eyes flicked from Crabbe and Goyle, who still lay frozen on the ground, to a panting Harry, and Draco Malfoy, who lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.

“I was just teaching your pet,” Draco pushed to his feet and zipped his pants, “a lesson.”

Snape’s eyes locked with Harry’s.

“Crucio!” Snape hissed with a flick of his wand.

Malfoy screamed in agony and doubled over onto the floor.

Snape advanced on Draco, black robes billowing. He grabbed the blonde by the front of his robes and hoisted him off his feet. Slamming Malfoy against the wall, murder flashed in Snape’s eyes.

“How dare you, you presumptuous little prick!” Snape’s voice was cold with fury.

Draco, who looked dazed, struggled to bring his eyes to focus. “Severus?” he mumbled in confusion. “What are you doing? He’s a … a pet.”

There was a brief moment in Severus’ mind, a little red flag, that reminded him he still had his cover as a Death Eater to think of, but there was a larger part of him, that wanted to kill Draco Malfoy then and there.

“He’s mine,” Snape growled, almost nose-to-nose with Malfoy. “You ever lay a finger on him again, or so much as glance in his direction, and I swear, Draco, I’ll kill you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Draco snarled.

“Wouldn’t I? You saw how pleased Lord Voldemort was. How happy do you think he’ll be when he finds out how you’ve jeopardized all of my hard work?”

If possible, Draco went even paler than usual.

“Now, get out of my sight.” Snape released him with a shove.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle (now released from the fully-body bind), scurried away, leaving Snape and Harry alone in the corridor.

“Are you okay? What did he do to you?” Snape asked, going to Harry.

Harry swept his hair back out of his face, finding it dampened with sweat. “The cruciatus, but nothing else.”

Snape tentatively put an arm around Harry’s waist, afraid that the Gryffindor might not accept his touch. Harry himself hadn’t been sure how he would feel being touched by Severus again, but he willingly pressed himself against the taller man’s chest, as they had done many times in the past. The hug was comforting and Harry was relieved to find the same solace there that he had found before.

“Let me take you home?” Severus asked.

Harry nodded in agreement.

~-~

“Yuck,” Harry made a face as he finished downing the potion that Snape had put together for him. It was to reduce the lingering effects of the cruciatus curse.

“Sorry, there’s not a way to make that one taste any better.”

“It’s okay, it’s better than Polyjuice, at least.”

Snape took the empty glass from Harry and placed it in their sink.

“Is what happened with Draco going to cause you problems?” Harry asked.

“Will Voldemort ask me about it? I’m positive he will. He thrives on discord. Will I be in trouble for it? I don’t think so. There is… etiquette around the Master-Pet relationship. Draco broke the etiquette.”

“Severus?” Harry’s voice was soft.

“Yes?”

“Could you just hold me for a little while?”

Severus sat down on the couch and opened his arms. Harry joined him, sighing a little as the Potions Master’s arms enveloped him. It was just like the first time they’d fallen asleep on the couch together when they’d been late to the opening feast.

Harry turned slightly, one hand sliding up into Severus’ long black hair. There were no words spoken between them as he drew Severus’ face down to his for a kiss. The Potions Master’s lips were still silken and soft, just like Harry remembered.

“Is the Severus Snape I know really the one in there?” Harry whispered against Snape’s lips.

Severus’ heart squeezed as he looked down into Harry’s emerald eyes. “It’s me, I promise.”
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