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Take Me To Your Arms	By : nekofreakz Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 1

Harry was late for his first day in Hogwarts because of some meetings within The Ministry. He and Snape had to hurry right away via the Floo Network from The Ministry to Hogwarts. Harry patted some dust from his clothes and gave a small nod to Snape—who stood two feet away—before leaving the Headmaster’s room. He was going straight to The Great Hall since it was lunch time.

XxXxX

Harry was standing near the door of The Great Hall. It was bursting with students—a good sign. When Voldemort had returned last year, many had removed their children from Hogwarts. Recently though, parents had begun to send their children back to Hogwarts.

Some upper-class students noticed Harry and started whispering to each other, leaving the first year students confused. Harry fought the urge to clasp his hand over his forehead.

The scar vanished when Voldemort died, he reminded himself. He was glad his final battle with Voldemort erased the scar. At least, now, most people didn’t recognize him on the street. He didn’t like to attract more attention. It always made him feel uncomfortable and he couldn’t get used to it even after all these years.

There was also a small number of Slytherins sitting at their usual table. Most of sixth years had been captured, along with a few younger years, for their involvement with Voldemort. Harry felt some sympathy for them, especially for the ones that didn’t have any choice but to follow in their parents’ steps as Death Eaters.

I don’t have anything in me to hate them right now. Too much destruction has already happened, he thought glumly.

All of the Slytherins were grouped around Draco Malfoy—dubbed The Slytherin Prince. Malfoy looked at him then and gave him a small nod, acknowledging his presence. Harry gave back a nod to him. They had finally reached an understanding. Even though Harry still couldn’t call him a friend, they had gone to a neutral zone and he intended to make the best of it.

Harry had given his testimony for Malfoy as well after having seen Snape’s Pensieve. So instead of sending the young man straight to Azkaban, The Trial had decided to put Malfoy on house arrest until it was decided that he wasn’t a danger to society. Now, since the new semester at Hogwarts had started, it changed into: Draco Malfoy was prohibited from leave school grounds until further notice.

Slytherins will survive as long as they have Malfoy and Snape, Harry thought.

"Oy, mate, over here!" called someone. Harry turned his head to look at the tall, red-haired young man standing at the end of Gryffindor table with his slender brown-haired, female companion at his side.

“Ron, ‘Mione,” Harry said with a smile. He was happy to see his best friends since his first year at Hogwarts. He rarely saw any of them this summer due to his work in The Ministry.

“Harry, come on, we saved you a seat,” said Hermione, gesturing to the space beside Ron. Harry walked toward them and sat down beside Ron.

“Mate, you should try this one! It’s really good!” Ron said happily while pointing to a basket of baked chicken. A seventh year girl who sat beside Ron cringed and scooted away when bits of food went flying down from Ron’s mouth when he spoke to Harry.

“Ugh, Ron, stop talking with your mouth full of food. That’s disgusting!” said Hermione with a frown. Ron didn’t say anything back to Hermione. He just grinned and went back to his food.

“Really, you’re impossible!” said Hermione. Harry was smiling, amused by his friend’s antics. Some things never changed. It was almost like this was their ritual every meal time.

Hermione diverted her gaze from Ron to Harry. She noticed that Harry was paler than usual. “Are you okay, Harry? You looks so pale,” said Hermione, worriedly

“I’m okay, ‘Mione. I just skipped breakfast, nothing serious,” said Harry, trying to convince her that he was alright. It wasn’t surprising that he was so pale. He was aware that he also had bloodshot eyes. Nightmares had kept him awake most of the night; he rarely got any sleep nowadays.

Hermione went into what was called Mother Hen Mode by Ron. She was muttering about the stupid The Ministry official under her breath, while snatching Harry’s plate before piling a lot of food on it.

“Here, eat it all! Make sure you finish it,” said Hermione as she placed the plate on the table in front of Harry. Harry thanked her and started eating his lunch while Ron kept chattering. Harry barely heard the conversation, only mumbling yes or no occasionally.

XxXxX

Time passed on and Harry barely noticed it. By the time they got into the boy’s dorm in Gryffindor tower, it was already night. Ron was mumbling a good night before promptly passing out in his bed. Harry exchanged the remark then crawled into his own bed. Sleep didn’t come easily. He lay silent for a while before he fell asleep.

Harry felt blood stain his hands. A high pitch scream was filling the air. There were so many corpses strewn on the ground. He knew who did all of this. Evil stood in front of him. Instead of Voldemort, he recognized a face so familiar—a face he saw every morning, his face. He had sworn that he would never become like Voldemort. Yet, he broke his own promise. And he fell deeper and deeper into the endless darkness.

Harry jolted awake. He was in Hogwarts, more specifically, in his Gryffindor dorm, soaked in sweat. Nights like this, Harry just wanted to turn back to the time where he was still a mere innocent boy. But he knew that it was just a false hope. He threw the blanket away before he got up from the bed, snatched his broom “Red Comet”, and rushed out of the room.

Harry quickly opened the Gryffindor’s portrait, The Fat Lady, and walked to the nearest window. He got on his broom and took off. He flew for hours in the darkness until the sun rose. It wasn’t until then did he get down and returned to the dorm.

XxXxX

Days passed by like a mundane habit for Harry. Nightmares came almost every night. He slowly became detached from Ron and Hermione. They were still the best friends he ever had but juggling school and his job at The Ministry was very hard to do, especially with little sleep. Hermione had pointed out that he looked pale and had bags under his eyes. He tried to take sleeping pills or potions but those had little effect on his condition and, if anything, made him sick.

XxXxX

Harry gasped for breath. He was woken up by another nightmare. He didn’t take the broom this time as he went out the Gryffindor dorm. He was so tired that he was in no mood to fly.

I need to walk it out. I need some fresh air, Harry thought. He was walking through the stairs when he suddenly collapsed. The first thing that he realized as he drifted back into consciousness was that someone was shouting at him. The second were the firm, warm arms wrapped around him.

“If you try to kill yourself, you’d better not try it in my presence, boy!” said someone angrily.

Harry blinked his eyes. It was almost pitch black without the lights on but he did recognize that voice nonetheless.

Oh, yes I do, he thought. He really had rotten luck. Of all people he had to stumble into, it had to be Snape. He tried to straighten his body but his legs wouldn’t work. Harry stood limply, supported by Snape’s arms.

“I’m sorry, Professor,” he mumbled.

“Potter!” said Snape, startled. Apparently, the man didn’t expect the boy in front of him was Harry Potter. Harry felt his body falling down when the arms that had been supporting him suddenly disappeared.

Shit! he thought, filled with dread. Fortunately for him, he fell down head first into the nearest object—Snape’s warm chest.

“Potter, what the hell-!” hissed Snape angrily. Harry mumbled an apology again. Familiar arms came back to hold him straight.

Warm, very warm, he thought absentmindedly. When the darkness crept back in, he embraced it.

XxXxX

Harry opened his eyes slowly. He was laying on something warm and comfortable.

Where am I?

It seemed he was on a big bed with black sheets and matching comforter. There was a soft glow from the lamp beside the bed. Harry sat up on the bed and tried to remember.

Right, the last thing…Snape, he thought. Harry was starting to feel embarrassed at the memory. But that feeling didn’t last for long. He looked curiously around the room. It was almost bare except for a big black wardrobe at the end of the room and a pair of tables beside the bed.

Lovely, all black. How depressing. How very Snape. I’ll bet this must be his room, he thought. But, he did have a comfortable bed

The door suddenly opened, revealing the owner of the bedroom. For once, Snape was looking at him worriedly. That man didn’t even bother to put on his indifference face. Harry got the urge to raise his eyebrow at the unusual display of affection. But it wouldn’t do any good to aggravate the man, especially after deciding to not leave Harry lying on the floor of the stairs.

It’s more befitting of him if he had left me on the floor, Harry thought.

“Potter, what the hell is wrong with you?!” asked the man.

Harry blinked. What is wrong with me? Actually, nothing right now. I feel better than I have for months. Maybe, I just needed a comfortable bed?

“Are you ignoring me, boy?!” barked Snape. He was glaring at Harry now.

“Sorry Professor, I got distracted. I’m just surprised that you care about me,” replied Harry, aware that the man was starting to get annoyed at him. Snape used to hate him simply because he was James Potter’s son. It was difficult to change what had been ingrained for years.

However Snape’s reaction raised his curiosity. Snape was really flustered by Harry’s statement. That man had slipped out of his usual uncaring façade. He tried to cover it now by glaring at Harry. That almost made Harry smile.

So you do have a heart, Professor, he thought, amused by Snape’s reaction.

Harry got off from the bed and started to walk to the door, careful to avoid Snape, who stood near it. He flashed Snape a bright smile, something he never did for the man.

“Well then, excuse me, Professor. I have bothered you enough for tonight,” Harry said sincerely. “Thank you for your help.” He decided to get out of Snape’s private residence before the man got his wits back and decided to skin him alive.

Harry quickly escaped Snape’s room, located in the dungeon, while the man recovered from his odd behavior. Instead of living in the Headmaster’s quarter, it seemed that Snape was more comfortable living in his old Potions Master’s room.

It seems old habits die hard, eh, Professor? He thought smugly.

XxXxX

The first person that caught him back in the dorm was Ron. To his best friend, Harry never spent his night out of the dorm since the beginning of the semester. Harry was always careful to come back to the dorm before anyone woke up because he would hate to have his best friends worry about him. Today, it was his first time to mess that up.

What a fine mess. It didn’t matter as long as I got some sleep, Harry thought happily. He decided to ignore Ron, only giving him a mysterious smile that made Ron pester him for the remainder of the day.

“Come on, mate, spill it! Who was the lucky girl?” teased Ron. The red-head had even stooped so low as to threaten Harry with blackmail; Ron insisted he’d spread the word as to what Harry used as underwear. Harry just replied that he would do the same if Ron went with his plan. Besides, Harry only wore plain-old boxers—nothing to be excited about.

If only you knew, Ron, he thought amusedly.

Even though Ron kept pestering him all day, it didn’t put a damper on his mood. Any other day Ron did that, he might have already cursed him.

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