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Sheltered Hearts	By : shenkai Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sneakyfox: Well, thanks for the very honest critique. I agree, that since the
formatting on the last paragraph accidentally got dropped, it seemed rather
sudden, but trust me once you read the start of this chapter, it will make some
sense.

Author's
Note: Well, this is not my first Harry Potter fic, but it is the first I am
publishing online, since it is the only one I have typed up thus far. It is
incomplete, I do hope to update it regularly, but life is also hectic so
Updates will be when I am able. As such, I have no beta-reader, so if there are
problems feel free to email me. I also like reviews and critiques, as they do
help with guiding the development of new chapters.

There is no real Snarry sex until Harry is of age in the wizarding
world (that does not stop the very graphic fantasy/wet dream/wank)
Sheltered Hearts

by Shenkai
Major Pairing: Snarry

Other Pairings: APWBD/TMR,
APWBD/HS, APWBD/AM, EP/TMR, CW/OC, canon pairings
Spoilers: Takes place after Order
of the Phoenix, during Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows (I have most of
the DH portion done, but am still working on the HBP) I do try to stick to
canon (books) as much as possible � the contents fits in the canon, very little
AR.
Chapter Two � Unwanted Advice
Harry felt a warm, wet substance fill the boxers he wore
under his pajama pants. He bolted upright in bed. The old potions book was on
his pillow, opened to Amortensia. The Prince had adorned the page with lilies.
On the facing page was the potion to counter the effects of Amortensia. He
hungrily read the instructions, if he started working on it now, it would be
ready by the beginning of June. Before he looked at the ingredients, however,
the Prince had noted that it did not work on true infatuation, true love, or
true obsession. He shook his head, using Scourgify on his pants. He put the
book away, turned over, and tried his best to go back to sleep.
Saturday, September 7, 1996
Harry was stunned as
he left Dumbledore�s office late Saturday night. How was he
expected to keep everything a secret when any competent Legilimens could read
him like an open book, especially Voldemort, who did not even have to be in the
same country? He could see it would
be like the Ministry incident all over again. Who would Voldemort take
this time? It was no wonder that the only Order member who wanted
anything to do with him was Dumbledore, the one person Harry was pretty sure
Voldemort could not get. �But what about his hand?� Harry wondered aloud, just
steps away from the portrait of the Fat Lady behind which was the secret
entrance to Gryffindor tower.
Hermione and Ron were
alone in the common room, waiting for him; he lost no time in swearing them to
secrecy before telling them all that Dumbledore had told him. After picking apart
the many details of the lesson, he could tell they were still concerned.
Hermione was chewing her lip, as if trying to bite back her words, afraid of
hurting or angering him. Ron pretended to be working on the essay he had been
putting off all week, surreptitiously glancing at Harry before giving Hermione
pointed looks trying to prod her on. They also seemed to be concerned about his
lack of skills with Occlumency. He could tell by the expression on their faces.
Under the table, Ron
nudged her knee with his own. �Oh! Harry, if only you had learned Occlumency
properly,� Hermione began.
Harry raised a hand to
stop her rant. �I�m sure Voldemort,� Ron dropped his inkbottle at the sound of
his name and Harry gave him an annoyed look. �I am sure HE has better things to
do right now than to spy on my history lessons with Dumbledore. And I am
trying. Do you think I want a repeat of what happened last year? Do you think I
could bear it if I lost anyone else?�
Ron was mopping up the
ink and glaring at Harry. �Do you have to use that name? For all we know, he
knows when you use it and takes that as a good time to give a listen to what
we�re saying about him.�
Hermione seemed to
consider his objections and then shook her head. �If that were true, Ron,
Voldemort would be in Harry�s head all the time. Besides that, Harry gets a
migraine whenever Voldemort barely touches his thoughts, surely we�d notice
Harry wincing or rubbing his scar all the time.�
Harry seemed skeptical
as he looked at both of them. Ron looked to be grasping for evidence against
Hermione�s claim. �That dream, last year, when he was torturing Snape, you
didn�t complain of a headache then,� Ron said. He jumped out of his chair to
stand between them, looking at Harry for support.
Harry was looking very
startled at Hermione. She had cocked her head to the side, as if adding this
new evidence into her theory. Harry had not told her of the dream, which was
suspicious enough. If Snape had been tortured, he would never have admitted it.
She looked at Harry, and he had the sneaking suspicion that she was trying to
read his thoughts. He would not put it past her to try to use Legilimency, so
he quickly looked away. From the corner of his eye, he saw her smiling
knowingly at him. �As you said, Ron, it was a dream. Why would You-know-who
torture Snape. He thinks the professor is on his side, remember?�
Harry sighed,
realizing just how much she did not understand about how Voldemort worked. �He
tortures everyone, Hermione. He does it to make sure that he has your unwavering
devotion, even while in pain. It�s kinda smart, really. If your devoted
followers can handle your torture of them and still remain loyal, then they
will not break under torture from his enemies.�
�Perhaps, you should
ask Professor Dumbledore to add Occlumency lessons to your Voldemort lessons,�
Hermione suggested. Harry nodded, more to change the subject than anything
else.
�So, when you holding
Quidditch tryouts?� Ron asked as they headed up to the dormitories.
�Saturday morning. I
figure I need to do something fun before I have to face Snape�s detention.�
Harry could scarcely
remember when a week felt longer than this one did. More than once, he took
some dreamless sleep potion to stop himself from fantasizing about Snape.
Stress was weighing him down. He could not manage nonverbal spells, concentrate
in class, and still try to keep suppressed the information Dumbledore had given
him during their lesson. By the end of the day, he was fried both physically
and mentally. The amount of homework they were given was astounding, and even
the free periods during the day were not enough to give him an easy evening. He
could not imagine how he was going to add Quidditch to his busy schedule, but
as he was Captain, he had no choice. It was affecting his mood as well, and he
could see that his friends were strained to be in his company. Even Hagrid
seemed to be avoiding him, probably because of the fact that he had not
continued studying Care of Magical Creatures, but he knew that there was no way
he could handle another class. He often wondered how Hermione bore up her two
extra classes, knowing that they were harder than his were as well.
By Friday morning, he
was exhausted and knew he would fail miserably at whatever task Snape would set
them today. He partnered with Ron, they were to work some more on nonverbal
hexes and defense. While he waited for the jinx he knew would never come, he
found himself watching the billowing black robes as they weaved around the
pairs of students, and wondered how a man so full of hate could simply float as
if he was walking on air. He was so lost in his thoughts; he missed the black
eyes that were fixed on him, sans their usual scowl.
Saturday, September 14, 1996
�Professor, I�d like to ask you for a favor,� Harry said,
shortly after arriving for his Saturday detention.
�This is detention, Potter, not a friendly tête- à
-tête. . . .�
Harry fought against his nerve. �I want to learn Occlumency,
Sir,� he said in a rush, interrupting Snape mid-rant.
The professor raised an eyebrow; Potter�s green eyes were
staring directly into his own. �You are having extra lessons with the
Headmaster this year, as well as the task of fulfilling the duties of Quidditch
captain for your house, what makes you think you have time for Occlumency? Even
better, why not ask the Headmaster to include Occlumency in your lessons with
him?�
Harry blinked and looked to the ground; he hated how the
professor seemed to be parroting Hermione. He did not want Professor Dumbledore
to gain access to his mind. He did not think it would be wise for the Head to
have that much on him. He was sure that Dumbledore knew more than Harry
expected, but he did not want to see that look in Dumbledore�s eyes, the look
that Snape had given him once when he encountered a particularly horrible
moment with the Dursleys. It was pity, and he did not want that from
Dumbledore. From Snape, however, it had become something that both could
identify with, and he found he did not mind the thought of Snape helping him,
learning more about him, perhaps growing closer to him. Neither of them had a
family outside the school, and the little that they did have rejected them
because of who they were.
�It is because of Professor Dumbledore�s extra lessons that
I want to learn Occlumency.� He raised his eyes back to Severus�s kohl ones and
continued. �I trust you, since you did not use my memories against me last
year, and I�ve told no one what I saw in the Pensieve. It made me sick to see
the way my father treated you, just because Sirius was bored.� Harry let his
mind wander to that day, to what it did to him after Severus had banished him
from this very office, and how he wanted but did not dare try to come back. He
needed Severus to understand, to know that it was not right, and he found no
pleasure in that perverse memory.
Severus sneered, trying hard to not be touched by what
Potter was so freely broadcasting that it did not take an accomplished Legilimens
to see it. �I don�t want, or need, your pity, Potter.�
Green eyes hardened, so much like Lily�s had at the word
Mudblood, and Severus was taken aback. Hidden deep in the James-like exterior
were Lily�s eyes and Lily�s heart. �It�s not pity. I am just not going to tell
the school about your horrible embarrassment at the hands of my father and his
friends. I expect Mum would not want me to, and besides, you get so little
respect anyway, who am I to undermine it altogether?�
Severus closed his eyes to those passion-filled ones. �If
you truly want Occlumency lessons, you will see me out, after the hours I
normally hold detention. The number of times you have snuck out of the dorms
before now, you should have no problems making it to my office.� He conjured a
list of the nights he was on Hall Duty. �These are the dates when I cannot
accommodate you, and my Sundays are sacrosanct, but with enough notice I could
work you into my schedule. If you put in the effort, I will teach you. But the
same warning as before, you must practice as much as possible. Remember,
Potter, if I do not detect an effort on your part to practice, then I will call
off the lessons entirely, no matter how much you hound me.
�Now, I believe you are here for a detention, not to take
over my life.�
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