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When the Mind Breaks	By : Schwertlilie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I don�t know how long its going to be until my next chapter. Full time working sucks for the starving artist�s creativity.

Dumbledore runs a tired hand across his eyes. He�d just checked in on Harry, same as yesterday. He�d lived for almost 150 years and seen tragedies well beyond comprehension, but this�this was something he couldn�t even begin to understand how to handle. But there was one thing that needed to be done. Severus was like his own son, he knew how much the man loved Harry. This just didn�t make sense, even with all of Dumbledore�s vast knowledge of the inner workings of man. Moving to the fireplace lined with hundreds of pots and bottles, he opens a black clay pot and takes a special deep green powder and throws it in. The flames flare high and seconds later the dark form of his greatest potion master steps elegantly from the stone archway.

� Headmaster, the last time you used that floo powder Voldemort was practically knocking on the front door. Considering he now exists only in memory, I expect a respectable reason to have been pulled away from a potential break through in helping one of your favored Gryffindors.�

� Severus I need you to sit down.� The dark man blinks. He looks into the older man�s eyes and sees a distress there that not even the return of Tom Riddle had created. Against his stubborn nature Snape moves to one of the armchairs, surprised when the Headmaster pours a scotch. Dumbledore hands the crystal holding the amber liquid to the seated man before taking his place behind the large desk. Snape looks at the alcohol, then at the Headmaster, who just nods at him. The man sighs in frustration, shooting the alcohol back in one gulp, relishing the burning sensation. He sets the glass back on the desk and looks at the older man expectantly.

� Satisfied?� The older man smiles and Snape frowns at the sadness behind it. � I never was good with suspense so if you would please��

� Its Harry.� The silence stretches on for a few moments. Snape is stunned. Out of all of the things to be called in for, the last he would have thought of his lover. Suddenly his defenses are hackled. Since when was his love life open for discussion? And he says as much. Dumbledore shakes his head.

� I know what has been going on between you, Harry and young Mister Malfoy.� Snape�s mouth drops in surprise.

� There is nothing�� Dumbledore waves an impatient hand to stop the excuses.

� Severus you are like a son to me. I am not trying to play judge nor juror of what happens behind your closed doors. Everyone of importance knows what has been going on, but that is not why I called you are here. This visit is on young Harry�s behalf.� Snape sneers. Fine, if his estranged lover had the audacity to sic the headmaster on him and not do it himself, then who was he to keep his secrets?

� Harry is fine and probably somewhere with that Weasley brat!� He spits, but before he can stand to return to his blessed solitude restraints wrap around his wrists. He stares, enraged at the man opposite him. � Albus, what is the meaning of this?!�

� What makes you think he is with Mr. Weasley?� The absolute intent put into that statement makes Snape pause. He almost thinks something happened to Potter, but he had links to the brat that let him know if he was dead or under large amount of physical pain akin to torture.

� I received a fire call from him yesterday morning.� Snape answers, impatiently tugging at the restraints holding him down.

� You spoke to him? Personally? What else did he say?� The urgency in the older man�s voice confuses Severus to an even greater point. He begins telling the headmaster what he remembered. He�d been in his work lab alone for once, glad to have their �house guest� out from under his feet. The glow from his fireplace had alerted him to a secure fire call. Closing down his burners he went to the fireplace and tossed in a handful of red dust. When the figure of his lover had appeared he�d sneered.

� Kind of you to call Potter. What is it? I have important things here to do.� He�d been angry, angrier than he�d ever been. How dare the brat not come home for their anniversary or even bother to check in, how dare he make Severus a fool, how dare he�

� Severus, I�m sorry I didn�t call sooner.� His lover�s voice tried to soften something inside him, but he�d refused to let his guard down again.

� Yes, well I had a lovely time without you. If that�s all you care to say then goodbye.� He�d turned from the fire, intent for that to be the end of it on his part. He expected questions and excuses from the thick headed Gryffindor, but once again the-boy-who-lived surprised him.

� I just�I just wanted to tell you that I love you. I always have Severus and I always will�even after I die. I�m� I�m sorry that I wasn�t strong enough. Goodbye.� Tears had unexpectedly struck the potion master�s eyes. He�d resolved to himself not to give in to his emotions, but Harry had always touched a part inside of him no one else could reach. Even after everything�

� Harry�� But he�d turned to find an empty fire grill.

Snape finishes his story, watching as Dumbledore puts something together behind his eyes.

� Albus what the hell is going on?�

� Why do you believe him to be with Mr. Weasley?� The older man questions again. � Does this have anything to do with the letter Ron sent to Harry after their kayaking trip?� Severus blinks. Kayaking?

� What the devil are you on about Albus?� Dumbledore nods.

� It seems Mr. Weasley sent Harry quite a�how did Harry put it? A melodramatic letter about a kayaking trip they took preceded by a few hours spent at The Birdcage. Something about trying to make you jealous.� Snape slumps back in his chair. That�s what the letter was about? The suggestive tone had been to make him jealous?

� Why on earth would he want me jealous?� The headmaster sighs and shakes his head sadly.

� Then you truly have no idea what you�ve done, what you put Harry through?�

� No Albus apparently I don�t and I would think it awfully kind of you TO TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!� The restraints slither from his wrist as Dumbledore rises from his chair.

� I think we�d better start from the beginning, when a certain blonde entered the picture. You must realize of course this is second hand, coming from Harry�s relatives and close friend. Unfortunately no one saw what was truly coming.� The man grabs the scotch refilling Snape�s tumbler and pouring a new one for himself. The dark haired man stares dumbly as his mentor takes a sip. In all his years he�d never actually seen the Headmaster imbibe alcohol.

� What has Mr. Malfoy got to do with this?� His normally sharp mind, which seems to have turned to sludge, supplies for him.

� Apparently everything.� Albus replies as he plunks himself in the arm chair next to the Potions Master. � Tell me, why exactly did you let Mr. Malfoy into your lives?�

� I owed his father a life debt. But Malfoy Senior is long dead, the only way I saw to repent is offer his only child a step into the world.� The Headmaster nods.

� And why did you let it become sexual?� Snape chokes on his scotch, coughing to clear his lungs of the acidic sting.

� Albus��

� Please my dear boy, it is imperative that you be honest with me.� Snape nods, finding it intimidating to be speaking with the man about his sex life in detail, but it somehow seemed important.

� It was quite by surprise I assure you. I have never been�a promiscuous man, too much risk. When Potter came to me and...imparted his feelings to me, well I flat out refused.� The older man smiles. That was just like Severus. � But, he persisted as Gryffindors are wont to do. Finally after the war�there was no reason to deny what I felt.�

� And Draco?� The older man prompts.

� He came to me in shambles. His father dead, striped of his titles. Telling me to repay his father by honoring the life debt through him. So I let him into our home�� Snape recalls so clearly the animosity between his two former students. He�d tried to explain to Harry, but his lover had insisted they needed time just by themselves. He�d told Harry to grow up. � Harry was not happy with the situation to put it lightly. I told him it would only be a week, but Draco proved a competent aid in my laboratory so I allowed him longer to stay. Harry became quite busy with his art, he barely saw Malfoy anyway.� Or me�Snape pauses, but Dumbledore merely raises an eyebrow.

� He initiated the sex,� Snape bites his tongue, it sounded like an accusation. Like he was back in third year trying to put the blame on Sirius Black for his face turning purple. � But Harry never protested, I thought that if he minded he would have said. We spoke about this Albus, it was not a problem.�

� And do you not think that given Harry loves you he would have done anything to keep you happy? That he is not the type of person to sacrifice himself to not lose a person he loves?� Snape blinks. Surely Harry would never�but wasn't that the reason he had...
� I do not think�.�

� Severus you can fool yourself, but not me.� The Headmaster answers quietly. Snape slumps in defeat, thinking back over the last few months. Harry�s retreat into his art, Draco constantly flaunting their sex life. He snorts, disgusted with himself. He was a Master of potions, a spy for countless years and he couldn�t see something like this right under his nose?

� I have to see Harry.�

� I�m afraid this is where events take a turn for the worst.� Snape stares.

� Did something happen in Cheshire?� Dumbledore sighs.

� Harry never made it to Cheshire. Apparently the Portkey didn�t run, the store was broken into the night before.�

� Then why didn�t Harry come home..
.
� Oh God�.

� I�m afraid he did Severus.� Snape shakes his head, vehemently trying to deny the truth.
� No no! I–
I thought he was having an affair�it didn�t mean anything, I have to tell him!� Snape flies from his chair to the fireplace.

� I�m afraid it will do no good.�

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