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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH22 AN: Phoenix-rob, thanks for the review. I'm glad you liked Harry leaving the stone. I can't think of anything worse than living on long after everyone I love is dead, and I suppose I gave that same quality to Harry. After all, as he said, he just wants to have a life with Severus. So glad you smiled at Harry's comment to Tom, I wanted some levity there. As for what you need: Severus to wake up and be okay (good luck with that!), the battle to stop when they see Voldie is dead (here's hoping), Harry's pup to be ok (lots of people want that), wizarding world to accept Harry as a werewolf (I do like happy endings, but my definition of happy might not be the same as everyone else's).
Thunderbird – two reviews?! You spoil me. I really like the fan theory of Albus being Death (and, in canon, Harry is the 'wise' brother as he has the cloak, Severus is the second brother who wanted to bring back the dead [Lily], and Voldemort was the eldest brother who wanted to humiliate/beat Death. All three see Hogwarts as their home [well, Severus might not be said to explicitly, but he spent more time there in his life than anywhere else], and the leader of Hogwarts is Albus/Death). The Tonks/Fen thing literally had me gasping as I thought it and I had a mad scramble to write it down (and a line of dialogue that sprang into my mind) before I forgot it. It's why I had to change one line in chapter one from “You have sad eyes like Remus” to “You have the same soul as Remus”, which then allowed me to make it at least possible that Tonks had always loved Fen, she just hadn't known it.
Glad you liked Dung's punishment. That was all for you!
Keep your fingers crossed for Severus and the pup.
I really wanted Voldie to have an '”un-epic” death. Like you, I thought he doesn't deserve a grand death.
Book_addict_89, you're review made me ghyngotasdfffihhjkkkppft happy! Really glad you liked Death. I was trying to get him to be menacing, but at the same time, he had to be someone Harry could talk to. And yes, rubbish death for Voldie, and Fen/Tonks do, I hope, make sense! I love that you think everyone living happy ever after will be too easy (read too much of my stuff, I take it?)
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Chapter 22 – Up From Your Mind
After sleeping in one of the rooms in Aberforth's pub, Harry awoke the next morning, well, afternoon if we're being strictly truthful, and looked over at Severus. His mate was still sleeping, although he seemed to be on the mend.
The previous night had ended in chaos. Death Eaters had been arrested and, despite Harry's request, Fenrir had been marched away too.
“It's all right,” the older werewolf had told Tonks who had stood in front of him trying to stop her colleagues taking him. “I've done things I shouldn't have. I'll take the punishments.”
He had walked away with quiet dignity, surprising the Aurors who had expected to need to take him down. Walking him away he had asked to speak to Harry. Fearing he intended to turn Harry, they had refused, right up until Greyback had confirmed that yes, the Prophet had for once been speaking the truth. They had still refused, but other Aurors had spoken to Harry, had heard what had happened (well, edited highlights), had learned that the man who had ended the war had, in fact, been a werewolf, and had seen how bad Severus Snape was.
The Malfoys had vanished at some point during the confusion, but Narcissa's sister had died in a duel with Molly Weasley. Harry felt sick when he thought of the Weasleys. Poor Fred. Dead in an explosion.
Now though, he had his mate to take care of, and their pup. He rubbed his belly. “Be safe, son,” he whispered. “Wake up,” he told Severus, “I want to tell you we're having a boy.”
Aberforth came stomping up the stairs. “'Bout time! I've checked on you a million times and finally you're up. There's a letter for you.”
Harry tottered downstairs and stared in amazement at the thin, very familiar handwriting. Severus' handwriting.
“Harry,
“If you're reading this then I'm very badly injured, but not, as yet, dead. No, don't get too impressed, I wrote two letters to cover both eventualities. Now, before you do something stupid - more stupid, I should say - know that I am fine with the idea of death. I long suspected I wouldn't make it through this war and was honestly looking forward to a little peace and quiet. That was blown out of the water following a certain full moon. You know which one.
“Now, the important thing you are no doubt interested in has been placed in the glass cupboard containing our memories and my copy of Advanced Potion Making. Before you whinge that you don't have the key, yes you do. The snitch I gave you for your birthday contains the key. To open it, merely complete the phrase that is written on the snitch.”
Harry dropped the letter and ran back up to his room. He had placed the snitch on the bedside table. Sending a look at the unconscious man he closed his fingers around the small gold object. Then he wondered, should he say the original phrase, “Five points to Slytherin” or the one he had said after the first time they had sex, “A thousand points to Slytherin”? Shrugging, he used both, whispering quickly, “FivepointstoSlytherin.Athousandpointsto...”
The ball had fallen open and a small key glinted up at him. Harry went back to the main room, snatching up the letter and scanning the next few lines in disbelief.
“I-I need to get up to the school, Ab,” he said, eyes wide.
“What about him upstairs?”
Feeling torn, Harry took abortive steps back and forth. Aberforth sighed. “Go on, I'll watch him. Maybe try and talk that Pomphrey woman into giving you some more blood replenishing potions? He needs them.”
Harry nodded and hurried along the passageway and into the Room of Requirement. Inside it was black and in the piles of ash were small grey and red snakes. He walked carefully between the larger mounds of debris and hurried down to the dungeon corridor. The school was buzzing with activity as masonry was moved, the dead collected by loved ones, and those who had been injured were treated and released when ready.
He dodged it all and ran into their rooms. It made his heart hurt to see this space that he hadn't been in for so long. Severus' smell was strong here and usually it would have calmed him, but not today, not with the letter and key he was clutching.
He fumbled with the key in the lock and opened the cabinet and stared at the items.
“I can't believe he put it in that,” he whispered to himself, taking down an object from the cupboard and shaking his head.
Holding the precious item containing Severus' soul, he read carefully the final words. “If this doesn't work, then, please, Harry, do not blame yourself. Do not grieve over me, but find someone who truly deserves you. I am glad to have had some time with you, no matter how brief.”
“Don't be a fucking moron,” Harry snarled at the letter, (in the absence of the writer himself, Harry had to glare at someone), “I deserve you, you idiot!”
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Harry returned to the Hog's Head. He hadn't gone to see Madam Pomphrey; she had been rushed off her feet dealing with people who were in far more danger than Severus. As he landed back in the pub, he checked Aberforth's face, hoping to read good news there. The older man smiled. “He's waking up.”
Running, Harry pelted up the stairs and burst into the bedroom. Severus was lying on his back, not moving, but those black eyes of his were open. He lifted his head at the noise and gave Harry a weak smile.
“Don't move,” the werewolf ordered. He settled by his mate, sniffed him, and then took one hand into his. “I have your letter,” he said softly. “And I have the horcrux.” He patted his pocket gently.
There was silence.
“I want you to be whole, Severus. I want you to have your soul back.”
“We both know what I have to do to be whole again; I have to regret killing Lupin. I'm sorry, Harry, I can't. Not even for you.”
“Severus, I understand. I want you to be whole, but I can live with your soul being torn, so long as you're here.” Harry paused. “I thought, after you created your horcrux that you'd be different, but you weren't. Why not?”
“Ah, I have to thank Albus for helping me, as I asked him the same question during this year. His portrait, I mean. And he thinks that because I created the horcrux for selfless reasons, rather than selfish ones, it prevented me being corrupted. I had accepted death, welcomed it even, until you. I made it not to stay alive for myself, but to be there for you.”
“So, you didn't really make a horcrux?”
“Albus thinks not. He thinks it split my soul, like a horcrux would, but because of my reasons, because I can and do feel love, my soul was not distorted in the same way as the Dark Lord's was.”
Harry snuggled into Severus, shifting so that he was lying alongside his mate. “You're not corrupted; you're nothing like Voldemort.” He stroked his stomach. “We're having a son.”
Severus' smile was dazzling. “A son?! Truly?! Harry, you wonderful man!”
Harry nuzzled Severus. “I have a wonderful mate,” he replied, “which helps.”
Severus tightened his grip on Harry. His arms felt weak; all of him felt weak, but he wanted to hold his mate and keep him safe. He recalled a conversation he'd had with Dumbledore during this year when he had expressed concern for Harry's health:
“He'll get himself killed out there, Albus! We have to do something!”
“Oh, I quite agree, but he is strong, Severus, strong like his mother.” The portrait had seemed to be making a point, but Snape had ignored it.
“We can't just sit here!”
“Sometimes that's all we can do.”
“I won't!” Severus had stood up and had begun pacing. “I won't just sit back and let him slip away from me.”
“No, you learnt to your cost with Lily, didn't you?”
“I never loved Lily in the way you thought I did.” Snape had stared unseeingly at the portraits of the old heads. He loved Lily's son. He loved Harry Potter.
“But you do love like that now, don't you Severus?”
Yes, Severus thought, back in the present, arm around his mate, I do love like that now. There is nowhere I want to be more than with Harry. Forever.
At the same time, Harry was pressing as close to Severus as possible, recalling all the worry of the past few hours. He had been so very afraid that Death was going to take Severus from him; so very very afraid, and yet, it seemed he had, so far, beaten him. And with the horcrux in his pocket, they would find a way to keep the older wizard safe from Death's clutches.
I love you, Harry thought, looking at Severus, Don't ever leave me!
Severus suddenly bucked. He jerked and twisted, knocking Harry to the floor. In Harry's pocket, the horcrux was glowing, light building until it vanished into a painful whiteness that was impossible to look at, and then the white beam burst free and hit Snape's still sore chest.
He screamed as the rays struck his skin, bouncing and skittering along the healing cuts before penetrating his body and making his whole flesh glow.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Harry shrieked, scrambling to his feet and staring at the thrashing figure on the bed. The horcrus had somehow passed through his clothing and was now covering Severus in blinding white light.
He wanted to do something to help but had no idea what. The Elder wand was in his hand and he aimed it uselessly at first the horcrux and then at Severus. He whimpered as he saw the glowing seem to get ever brighter in Snape's skin. Brighter and brighter until there was nothing for it; Harry had to close his eyes and throw an arm over his face to protect his sensitive eyes.
There was a noise like rushing wind and the room went dark. Severus groaned and thumped down on the bed.
Harry opened his eyes and stared at his mate. Severus was uninjured. His cuts had vanished. And his eyes were clear and free from pain. He sat up, moaning, and rubbed his pounding heart.
“What happened?” Harry croaked, grabbing Snape and pulling him close.
“My soul.” Severus felt his body as though he could touch his soul. Instead he knocked the item which had once held the horcrux to the floor. It stayed there unheeded.“It's mended. And it's done more than that: all the things I've done wrong, all the regret that made me so alone and bitter – it's all gone. Well, not gone, but sealed inside my mind far more effectively than I ever could. I know what I did, I know it was wrong, but now I can accept those things about myself without letting them distort me.”
“You're truly whole?” Harry asked, not quite daring to believe it could be so.
“If I'm still your mate, I will always be whole.”
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CH 22 AN: I was going to be more explicit about how Severus' soul repaired, but having read the various comments throughout, I know how bright you are (well, people who have reviewed anyway), so I'm assuming you're smart enough to figure out why Severus' soul healed.
Oh, and I know I never state explicitly what the 'horcrux' was stored in. I have an idea in my own mind of what contained it, but it'd be interesting to see what people think it was stored in. It's unimportant, which is why I've left it unmentioned. SP
Epilogue Preview: … further up the platform stood a small group, clearly a werewolf pack, led by one Fenrir Greyback and his mate Nymphadora Tonks. Tonks was rubbing dirt off a girl's cheek and trying to smile. She laid one arm casually on Greyback's arm, letting the wedding ring shine in the light. They had been married whilst Fenrir had still been in prison, and their second child conceived the night he had been released. (Their first, Edward Fenrir Greyback, had been created at the Battle of Hogwarts.) They were surrounded by not just their eleven year old daughter, but four other children: two boys and two girls. All Harry and Severus' honorary nieces and nephews.
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