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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
- 18
- 19
- 20
Chapter 19: Severus
Severus
The moment that Severus walked into the living room with his potions back, he knew that life for him, and for Draco, would be forever changed. Whether it was for good or bad, was yet to be scene, either way, Harry bloody Potter would be the cause of it.
Taking a deep breath, those words from three years prior echoing in his mind, “I will always love you, My Severus…” Giving himself a mental shake, he announced himself, “I’ve brought the potions you requested, Draco.” Severus steadfastly ignored the way Potter stiffened at the sound of his voice, not ready to go into the consequences such thoughts could bring about as to why exactly the boy would react in such a way.
“Over here, Uncle,” Draco said, standing and moving out of his way. “It seems Harry here has decided to bring home a stray.”
Stray? Is that what a child is now? Ignoring the exchange between Potter and his godson, he speaks to Potter for the first time since the Shrieking Shake ten years before, “Let me see, Potter. I ask that you stop touching her so that I may get an accurate diagnostic without your magic interfering.”
Casting a diagnostic charm, his eyes widen at what the parchment that came out of his wand said – internal bleeding, broken leg, two cracked ribs, severe concussion, a number of bruises and scrapes littered her small body – What the hell happened?!
“Draco, I need a grade 2 pain relief potion and a blood replenisher as well, if you could,” Severus asked, holding his hand out waiting for the vials. Once he felt them in his hand, he turned to Harry and said, “If you could assist me in giving her these, Potter.”
“Of course, sir,” was the surprisingly polite, if not stiff reply. He waited until he was seated next to the girl’s head, before he began administering the potions that would stabilize the child before transport, he hoped, to St. Mongo’s. Once the pain reliever hit her, her eyes opened, and her first word was shocking.
“D…Daddy?”
“Shh, I’m here Sweet One,” Potter said gently while brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek, “Sleep, now, and when you next wake, the pain will be gone completely. Draco will be taking you to the hospital.”
“’K, Daddy,” she whispered as sleep took hold of her.
“Thank you, Severus,” Harry said, finally looking up at him.
Severus stared. Never in a million did he ever imagine Potter being parental. It was startling, but watching him with the child, he could see quite clearly the love and fondness he had for her, as if they had been together for years. He couldn’t understand, and he knew there was something that he was missing. He silently vowed that he would get the answers he was seeking for him or from Draco.
“Of course, Potter…” he started, only to give the boy a glare at the interruption.
“Harry…my name is Harry, sir,” he said, not understanding the sudden blush, only for those words to cycle through his mind again, or the laughter from Draco at said blush.
“Harry then. I am glad that I was here to help,” he replied, standing.
He watched silently as Draco and Potter conversed, a portkey made, and Potter excusing himself with a mutter from Draco, “Coward…” and a nod from Potter in agreeance.
He blinked, unsure what to think as the boy disappeared in a flash of green flames. “Draco, you will be explaining what has happened here today,” he said to his godson. It wasn’t a request, he would receive the answers to his questions.
Severus watched as Draco looked at him before he sighed, “I will tell you what I can, Uncle, but most of it would have to come from Harry himself.”
“And the child?”
“I don’t know much more than you do, honestly,” was Draco’s reply as he moved over to the child, placing the quill on her chest, “I should take her to Mongo’s, I don’t know when I’ll be back, I won’t be leaving her by herself in a place she’s never been before.”
“Of course,” Severus told him with a small nod of understanding, “She should be seen too,” and before Draco could activate the portkey, he asked quickly, “What is her name?”
Draco smiled, “Emberly,” he told him and said, “Portus.”
Severus stood there for a moment, staring at the spot both his godson and the child, Emberly, had been. He bent down and picked up his bag and as he stood, he noticed an envelope on the table beside his bag. Written in a beautiful calligraphy was his name: Severus.
Picking it up, he moved to the couch and sat heavily. It hadn’t been there when he first entered the room, and he knew it wasn’t from Draco, he would have recognized the writing. That only left Potter, but having seen his writing for seven years, it wasn’t recognizable, but it was the only conclusion he had.
He sat there for long moments staring at it. Unsure what was inside, unsure if he wanted to know. He let out a shaky breath, his hands shaking as he turned it over and broke the seal, whispering, “I will always love you, my Severus…”
Dear Severus,
First, I’d like to apologize for using your first name without permission but starting this letter any other way didn’t seem right. There is so much I want to tell you, need to tell you, yet, I admit that I am the worst Gryffindor and that when it comes to you, I am an utter coward. A selfish coward, but a coward none the less.
I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me for my part to your pain that you suffered while in a coma. I could not see a world without you. You, the man that is strong and brave, and so damn selfless. You, the man that sacrificed nearly, if not, everything, to save this world, our unforgiving and undeserving world.
You, Severus Snape, are a hero in your own right, a hero that deserves recognition, but most importantly? You’re my hero. I know that that may sound ridiculous to you, but it is true. Without you, Severus, I would have died back in first year. I owe you my life, yet it is not my life to give, not anymore.
I wish I could tell you everything, everything that you need to know, that you deserve to know, but you and I, we are broken souls. So many of those that we had counted on most of our lives, have let us down, or betrayed our trust in the worse possible way.
Despite what you may be thinking because of this letter, please know that my feeling for you have not been that of hate, or even dislike, for many years. When I found you in the Shake, when you gave me your memories, and as I walked to my death, all I thought of was you, of how unfair the world has been to you.
After defeating Voldemort, I returned to the Shake, and you were still there, so pale and cold, but still breathing and I knew that Death had not yet claimed you, that I still had a chance to save you, so that you could have that happily ever after that you had deemed yourself unworthy for.
I took it upon myself to be selfish, after giving my life for a world that thrust their survival on a boy that knew nothing, I felt that I had the right to be selfish, but to my shame, it was at your expense, and for that I am truly sorry. I put you in stasis, then searched your many pockets until I found a vial that I knew to be an antidote, one that I knew you wouldn’t take yourself, believing it was time.
I did not expect the combination of my magic, the antidote, Nagini’s venom, and Death being so close, caused an unlikely scenario. The antidote did its job flushing your system free of the venom, but whatever magic was entwined with her being his horcrux and her venom reacted to my slowly evolving, at the time, magic. Once you were out of stasis, having delivered you to Draco, you remained in a coma. No one knew how to bring you back out of it. It wasn’t until three years ago that I stumbled upon a cure and I could fix my mistake.
I hope you can find it in yourself to allow me to explain more, but I will understand if you would want nothing to do with me. If that is the case, know that I care about you far more than you could possibly imagine. I beg of you to give me a chance…that is all I ask of you.
Harry
Severus sat there for a long time, trying to process what he had read. He wasn’t sure what to make of the letter. He felt angry and humiliated, felt as if his choices had been ignored and taken from him because a stupid little boy wanted to be selfish!
He nearly tore the letter into pieces and tossed them into the fire, but that voice from three years ago that said so softly that he barely heard them, “I will always love you, my Severus…” He was still unsure of what to make of the words spoken as they haunted his dreams.
Making a decision, he stood, stuffing the letter into a pocket and called out, “Tilly!”
“Yes, Master Severus? You bes calling Tilly?” the little house elf asked when she appeared.
“Yes, I need you to go find Potter and bring him here. If he asks, tell him it is urgent and that your master wishes to speak to him. You’re not to tell him that it is me requesting his presence. If he continues to ask, please inform him that it is in regard to Emberly but reassure him that she is fine as far as we know. Can you do this for me?” he asked.
“I’s be getting Master right aways Master Severus!” and she ‘pop’ed out to do just that, only for her to return with Potter a few minutes later.
“Sev…I mean sir?” the boy asked, confused. He must have been expecting Draco.
“Mr. Potter. It seems that there is much we need to talk about, wouldn’t you agree?” Severus drawled, arms crossed in front of him and his brow raised.
He watched as Potter stood and swallowed hard, nervous. “Um…I…” he looked down, fear clearly seen in his eyes as he did so. When he looked back up at him, Potter spoke again, “Yes sir, there is.”
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