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Haunted	By : CJMay Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Haunted
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
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~*Part 3*~
It was when Severus Snape was marking tests as the 6th year Slytherins and Gryffindors made their potions, that he was sure that he could feel someone's eyes on him - familiar ones. However, when he looked up, he only saw that all his students were busy doing their work like he demanded.
No one misbehaved or wasted time in his class.
He couldn't help the half smirk that curved his lips as he watched the two boys that were well-known rivals glared at one-another. Severus wasn't fooled - one of them was up to something.
It was funny how every few years a couple of students for opposite houses - always Slytherin and Gryffindor, it seemed - would become rivals for various reasons. Two little groups that would spar off at one-another every given chance. Amusing how sometimes in the end they ended up as good allies and eventually good friends.
It reminded him of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
That was a painful thought.
Severus scowled at himself, angry, and quickly went back to marking the poor excuses for tests -- it seemed that no one studied. It hurt him every time he thought of Harry. It was supposed to get better, not harder -- yet it seemed to, anyway.
Harry haunted him.
To that day, Severus could never really explain how it started. Though, Severus could safely say he had Dumbledore to thank " whether good or bad, he wasn't sure. Once the "Order of The Phoenix' was in full throttle, working against Voldemort, he and Harry had to become close whether they liked it or not.
Of course, it was push and shove for a longtime as Harry struggled with all the pressure at his young age and Severus with having to keep the boy safe and keep his illusions with the Dark Lord believable. It wasn't fun for either of them, but shields started being dropped because of sheer exhaustion and reluctantly they became closer as they slowly learned about the other.
They were a lot of tight scraps where the boy was barely alive and Severus was barely able to save him and keep his act as a Death Eater up.
As much as Severus belittled and mocked Harry, he was slowly falling.
Severus could rationalize various reactions he had for Harry all he wanted, but the fact still lay that he wanted the boy. It was pure unadulterated want and lust with a hint of need. Harry felt the same and it wasn't till Harry graduated that they finally let themselves be purged in the other.
It went slowly from there for the next 4 years before Harry's death at the last battle where a lot of soldiers and warriors died, including Severus' heart.
They got closer and closer till they found themselves so deep in the other that there was no going back, not that they wanted to. They had each found the one that they loved and they knew that because they were each willing to fight the world to keep them.
However, it seemed that fate had other ideas.
Severus wouldn't deny it. He loved - correction, had loved Harry Potter.
Though that didn't seem to matter anymore.
Severus could proclaim it all he wanted, but it would never bring the young man back. He was gone as Voldemort. Severus would never forget the overwhelming joy as the Dark Mark disappeared, but at the same time he felt the pull of despair, knowing that his love had also been taken away. It seemed unfair. Life was unfair, but life was like that.
With a flick of his quill, Severus stood as Lloyd Jerkins, a Slytherin, and Phillip Johnson, a Gryffindor, started to argue. Narrowing his dark, onyx eyes Severus quickly solved the problem with a lash of his tongue.
"What is the meaning of this?" Severus hissed as he came before the two boys. Both flinched, but only Lloyd turned to face the Head of the Slytherin House.
"Johnson was trying to sabotage my potion, sir."
"I was not! You were trying to -"
"Enough!" Severus commanded and instantly the two went silent. Severus gave each a measuring glare that wouldn't give them any clue to what he had in store for them -- other than it wouldn't be good. To be honest, he wasn't completely sure what he would do, but he had an idea. Besides, they didn't know that. "10 points from each house for disturbing my class and each of you can wait at the end of the period. I would like to have a word with both of you." With a flick of his robes, Severus went back to his desk as the two students went back to their friends and potions, grumbling under their breath.
It was then Severus was positive he felt a cool touch on his cheek, one that traced up his cheekbone like a ghost of caress that was so familiar that it caused the small ache in his chest as he slowly turned to look to his left to find nothing but empty space.
With a frown, Severus went to his desk and sat down as class proceeded to continue fairly smoothly.
It wasn't till the bell rang and the students left in their usual hustle that he found himself folding his hands as he eyes the two boys that say before him on either side of the room behind their desk.
Phillip Johnson was looking down at his hands, much like Harry did whenever he got in trouble with Severus " Severus mentally shook that thought away, not wanting to dwell on that anymore though it was likely to return when he was alone in his rooms later that night. Lloyd Jerkins sat with his shoulders back, back straight and was staring at the opposite wall with a calm, cool face much like Draco did when he was the same age.
It felt like deja vu allover again.
"I assume you both know why you are here." Severus didn't bother making it a question - they knew. They always did. "I am, frankly, becoming sick and tired of these little games. You are both 16 and have a year and a half of school left. These childish games will not be put up with as they have been here for the past few years, in the Wizarding world." Severus said, sternly. His voice cold and holding a slight bit of malice to get through their thick skulls.
However, Severus pretty much figured it was going in one ear and out the other.
Neither boy responded, or moved.
"I have considered a punishment for both of you and decided that since you cannot stand one-another, it will be punishment enough to have you work together." Severus felt a little sadistic glee as they both winced at his announcement. "There will be no detention this time. However, you will work together for the rest of the year and any more problems between the two of you, you will both serve detention together and I plan to inform all the professors of this, understood?" Severus continued, giving them each a measured look.
"Yes, sir." They responded together.
"Good. Now off with you." Severus growled and flicked his hand at them. Together they scrambled for their books and slipped out the door. It wasn't till the dungeon door slammed shut that Severus sighed, reaching for a temple.
"I guess it never stops, does it? For as long as time they will always be a rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor."
Severus visibly started at the voice. He recognized it as he looked upwards with wide eyes to see the young man he taught, risked his life for and eventually feel in love with.
Harry.
Severus didn't move and hardly breathed as he looked over the ghostly flesh of the man who once bore human flesh. He lacked all colour other than the white, bluish tinge that of a ghost. However, the once emerald eyes still held the love that was only for him and the lightning shaped scar still rest on his forehead under a lock of hair, proving that the ghost was indeed Harry Potter.
" . . . Harry." Severus hissed, not believing what he was seeing. He was thankful that he was already sitting down because he would have fallen as the colour and blood ran from his face; he felt slightly faint with shock. Even though Severus was a wizard and lived with ghosts, he still had a hard time gripping the fact that Harry was indeed a ghost and currently floating before him.
"Severus." The name was like a stab in the heart, yet a physical caress.
Harry was truly there as a ghost.
Silence flittered between them as they looked at the other. Neither wavered, nor was either one of them certain for what they were looking for; let alone what to say. It had been five years of pain and longing, yet now that they had a chance, neither knew how to use it.
". . . you're a ghost." Severus whispered, his voice a bare hiss. Harry barely heard it, but looked away from the intense onyx eyes. It seemed that Severus didn't know how to feel, but all the emotions that were threatening to burst were all very strong and overwhelming.
"Yes." Harry nodded, standing before Severus, who was still sitting behind his desk and gripping the arms of his chair. "Not by choice, of course. However, fitting I suppose. The-Boy-Who-Lived can never truly die, can he?" Harry said with a small smirk, but regretted as he watched the pale face start to redden with anger.
"Don't ever say that!" Severus growled and Harry winced at the stern, unquestioning voice he knew so well.
This wasn't starting off so well, it seemed.
"How long?" Severus asked softly after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. Harry dumbly felt like an insolent child as he clasped his hands before him, looking at his feet; almost back in his school days.
Harry looked up quietly into the eyes of his lover and saw the betrayal mixed with anger and sorrow. Harry knew he was asking how long he had been a ghost; though of course that was obvious. Since his death, but Severus was asking how long Harry, himself, knew.
You see; ghosts often don't know they are ghosts. Everyone becomes spirits, but few become visible ones that are called ghosts. It isn't till someone tells you that you know you are a ghost " thus why Harry believes to be alone on the field. Spirits of the dead could very will be there, but he is the only visible one, thus considered to be the only one haunting.
"I don't know - 4 years? Of course, Albus found out a couple of years ago." Harry sighed, knowing that would not impress his lover. No one was going to be happy to find out how long he had been in this state and told no one.
Albus was also going to receive a little anger as well.
Harry was right. Severus glared at the ghost as he narrowed his eyes. Harry distinctly felt like shifting under his gaze. Harry could handle Voldemort, but Severus' - rather Snape's glare could be quite cold and unforgiving.
"Albus knew?" Severus demanded and that's when Harry knew that Albus was going to get a yelling; or at least the silent treatment for awhile from the Potion's Master.
Severus dealt with his anger silently like all Slytherins -- revenge was sweeter.
Gryffindors tended to be more vocal and open about their anger. Once finished their rant, it was over and everyone was okay again.
Severus' anger was quieter and tended to be deadlier than most.
"Not by choice, mind. He came early one day and caught me." Harry murmured, shrugging and still feeling the dull ache of anger toward Albus for that. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't seen, yet was that good or bad?
"Why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he bring you back?" Severus demanded, his onyx eyes flying with rage, yet Severus was still calm on the exterior.
"I told him not to. He promised not to tell if I made myself visible and visited him when he came and we were alone." Harry replied, steadily even though the look he received from Severus hurt him more than words could ever attempt.
"You planned to hide away and never reveal yourself forever?" Severus demanded, his eyes flashing as he clasped his thin, graceful hands into tight fists. Harry didn't respond, feeling it unwise to say so. Yet it was just as unwise not to respond.
Or at least, Harry found it as such.
Harry winced as Severus' heavy chair screeched along the stone, cold floor of the dungeon as he stood. Severus gripped the edge of his desk as he looked down at Harry - he was still 6 inches over Harry's 5'10'' height and always would be. Severus obviously felt angry enough to feel the need to intimate Harry.
Funny that Harry was dead, but still felt fear as he faced his most hated professor, but most cherished and loved lover.
"And Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived hid? The man who faced and won over Voldemort? Even faced death! And here I thought Gryffindors were supposed be the embodiment of courage. Such disgrace." Severus snarled and Harry looked away to the side, unwilling to let his lover see how much pain the words gave him.
It was almost as bad as his glare of betrayal and hurt that spoke of pain beyond his own.
It also spoke of contempt and hatred.
Yet also of love.
"I may have been placed in the house of Gryffindor, but you and I both know that I wasn't the perfect Gryffindor. There was too much Slytherin in me - and that is what helped me win. I had enough courage to face my death and accept it, but I had enough Slytherin cowardice to run and hide when I found myself in a place that gave more pain to others that I loved then to myself." Harry whispered, his voice echoing off the bare walls of the dungeon.
At first, Severus made no reply as he watched the ghostly figure before him. He felt such betrayal and anger toward the ghost before him, yet he felt so much sorrow and love that he found himself confused and perplexed at what he should do and where he should go.
"Why?" Severus asked, taking a deep breath as Harry began to walk with light, soundless footsteps to the side counter where some supplies layout still dirty with various ingredients and needed to be cleaned. Severus spoke not a word as Harry timidly reached out, his hand hovering over the tools, but never touching.
"Do you know what it is like to look, but not to touch?" Harry asked, not bothering to answer Severus' question. Harry's voice was barely over a murmur and his voice hard to hear for Severus since his back was facing Severus.
"Once upon a time, I was a child, Mr. Potter." Severus replied, somewhat scathingly. Though inside he was beginning to shake, half-knowing where Harry was going.
"To want to hold it so bad, but unable to. To watch as they move in the physical world touching and experiencing while I also roam in same word, but as a dead person and unable to touch. To long just to taste, feel and touch again. To have a lover that you love with all your life moan in the pleasurable passion that you exchange with them, whispers of devotion also leaving your lips as their long fingers leave hot trail along your skin." Harry continued as if Severus never spoke. Severus watched as Harry shook his head. "That is why I never returned, Severus. I thought it would be easier, for you and me. That you would be as dead to me as I am now."
" . . . then why are you here?" Severus asked, shakily. His rock-steady voice was lost as he stared at the back of the ghost he loved, feeling the pain and understanding it.
"Albus told me that love wasn't only physical " which is true. He explained that companionship is just as important in love as is the actual physical act. I know this, of course, we had a mental and spiritual relationship before we participated in the actual act of love, but . . . it hurts to look at you and know that I can't touch you. It hurts not to be able to give you that pleasure. It also hurts that I can't give you everything you need and watch you, and everyone else, whither away - it was better that I stayed dead to the world." Harry mumbled as he dropped his hand back to his side.
"Harry . . ." Severus reached out as he stepped toward Harry, but found he had no words to say.
What could he say to comfort Harry?
Especially when he needed it as much as Harry did?
"I know you are mad; everyone will be. I had dilemmas to deal with and my own demons to face. Albus waited for me to return and I have. I plan to haunt Hogwarts, the only home I've known. I know there will be many angry people, but all I ask is for friendship." Harry turned to Severus. He stared at the unsteady, out-stretched hand till Severus let it drop back to his own side. "I want to be with you again, Severus. I love you and I want you anyway that I can. Tell me what to do and I will do it."
" . . . I . . " I want you back in my arms, Harry, Severus thought. I want you back in my bed. I want to hear your moans of passion. To feel you warm, perspiring skin against my own as I show to you how much you matter. I want to whisper my devotion in your ear. Hold you when you have nightmares and know that we would grow old together. I didn't want you to die, not without me. I don't want to be alone.
"I don't want to be alone, Harry."
Harry swallowed happily as Severus spoke the words. He felt instant relief that Severus did not want to shun him. That Severus did want him, even if he was a ghost!
" . . . Severus." Harry whispered, passionately and heatedly. Severus reached out, but quickly put it down when Harry's eyes closed in pain.
"I am angry and I need time, but don't leave, Harry. I need you and I want all that I can have. Just - just don't ask it from me now." Severus continued with a deep breath, feeling the utter tiredness in his very bones. He could feel the dull throb of a pending migraine at his temples.
He was in for a lot of strain.
Emotionally, that was.
They all were.
"Of course." Harry agreed easily, thinking of how Albus had done the same to him. He sighed and started to walk to the door.
"Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry answered, turning around to see the concerned, onyx eyes of his lover. They were almost panicked with desperation. Harry felt the instant urge like he had done so many times in the past when he saw that look to cradle him in his arms before a warm fire and cool brandy as they talked, or let Severus talk about the horrors and worries that rest in his mind.
Yet, Harry stopped, knowing he was unable to do so. Not to mention, he was the cause of the franticness in his eyes.
"Don't leave. Stay." It was a stern commanded that Harry had no intention or breaking. Harry nodded and gave one of his cheeky grins.
"Of course, Severus. I'm not going anywhere. Why would I want to pass up the chance to annoy you at every corner?" Harry asked, feeling much more light-hearted. Severus mocked growled -- or at least, Harry hoped so.
"Potter - !" Severus warned, but was unheeded as Harry ran out the door - or rather right through, since he was a ghost - leaving Severus to mumble to himself.
Though Severus couldn't help, but give a small smile.
Maybe things were getting better.
~*TBC*~
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