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Forgotten Lullaby	By : Whimsy101 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8824 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Title: Forgotten Lullaby

Author: WhimsicalBalderdash

Beta(s): None

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: M

Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle(Lord Voldemort); Severus Snape/Draco Malfoy/Remus Lupin (more to be announced at a later date)

Genre: AU, Romance, Yaoi,

Word Count: 1,433

Warnings: Slash, graphic violence, character death (not HP/TR). Dumbledore, Ron bashing.

Summary: Harry Potter has given up. Beaten to an inch of his life during the summer before his sixth year at Hogwarts, he retreats into his mind in an effort to escape the heavy demands placed on him. There, he finds a refuge in a surprising place. There he receives an offer that he simply can't refuse. But when Dumbledore tells him that this is the dark lord attempting to manipulate and control him, will he ignore the comforting lullaby of the darkness that holds him, or will he delve deeper for the answers he never wanted to face?

Notes: Still unbeta'd but that's still cool. Please tell me if you spot something wrong or need more explanations or whatever, I don't mind. I'm writing this for pure enjoyment and since the plot bunny is currently eating away at my brain matter, I figured I might as well share the madness. Since this is sort of writing itself, I haven't plotted far ahead. But there is a purpose, and a plot. Cross my little black heart.

I'd like to forewarn you that after this chapter, I will be doing headhopping – jumping from Remus' and Severus' and Harry's POV so that we can get a good look at what they're thinking, what they're feeling. Until now I've been solely focused on Harry and his situation, and I think I've expressed that pretty well and can move on to other characters' minds. Please, PLEASE tell me if I do Severus badly. He's one of my favorite characters and I'd hate to not do him justice.

Disclaimer: Please see the first chapter…I hate repeating myself.

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For the next few days, he moved through a fog of sensations and colors and sounds. He could hear people move around the room he was in, the shuffle of feet on yielding carpets. The sensation of gentle heat on his skin – the sun on his flesh, and soft sheets around his body. He'd been changed, he knew that much. These were not his pajamas from the Dursleys.

He heard quiet voices speaking to him, speaking to him, speaking to others, speaking to themselves. A part of him wanted nothing more than to open his eyes and reassure them that he was fine, that all was okay. But he knew, without a doubt, that he wasn't fine.

And they'd never be okay again.

Instead, he lay there, aware but not feeling the energy to move. He breathed; he ate when they fed him, but couldn't gather the motivation to do anything himself. He didn't want to exist so he pretended that he didn't. The only thing that would happen to the world, to anyone in his world, if he were to disappear from existence would be the fact that there would be no one to blame when Voldemort conquered the Wizarding World. Hell, even if he defeated the Dark Lord, they'd probably find another reason to ostracize and blame him for something else.

On the third day, though, he knew he had to do something. These two men that had saved him, these two men cared. Well, one of them anyways. He wasn't too certain on the other. Snape had never cared, and he never helped anyone without something in it for him. What was in it for him, saving Harry from his relatives and apathy?

What did he want from him?

He was glad that Remus had come back. More than glad, really, but he was unable to show it, express it properly. The vast depth of the emotion at knowing that his godfather was with him and had cared enough about him to come for him was …indefinable. Was it love? Was it relief? Was it despair? He didn't know but he was tempted to wallow in it, let it saturate his soul.

So, it was on the third day of being unresponsive to either man, that Harry surfaced from under the blanket of indifference. He lay there, comfortably warm under the light blankets and flimsy pajamas, and took breath after breath. The darkness that was Voldemort hadn't spoken to him once while he'd been here. Instead, he'd simply felt the presence. He didn't know if that concerned him, or thrilled him yet.

Which was he supposed to feel anyways?

A soft sound attracted his attention and he opened his eyes. The lights were soft in the room, surprisingly, as if they knew it would sting when he opened them. Everything was a blur though, his bad eyesight not helping in the least. Either way, though, he could see the fuzzy man-shape shuffling from a doorway into his room and to the nightstand that sat beside the bed.

What he could see was fuzzy and unclear anyways, but it was obvious that this room was much nicer than Dudley's second bedroom. His bed was much like it had been at Hogwarts, though the drapery on the bed was worn and dusty. A deep green color, it shadowed most of the bed from the glaring sunlight of the open window just a few feet away. The wood of the bed was dark, as was what furniture he could see. A water basin was on the nightstand and the man-shape was dabbing a washcloth into the liquid.

The man-shape was familiar – the way the shoulders curved inward, the light brown of the shaggy hair, the way he moved in such a way that almost made him appear arthritic. A sleepy smile slid across his face as he blinked at the fuzzy werewolf.

As he turned to him, he could see Remus start at the realization that his honorary godson was staring at him. Immediately, Remus moved closer, and sat on the bed.

"Harry?" He asked, his gentle voice wrapping around him like the warmest of blankets, a long fingered hand brushing through Harry's thick, dark hair.

"…Moony…" Harry tried to say, but it came out rather wispy and quiet.

The other man leaned down; his face clearing up as he came closer to Harry and golden eyes went worried and concerned. Harry immediately wanted to pretend everything was alright again, just so that look went away on the other man's face. Why couldn't he do anything right? He was always hurting people, always-

"I believe that will be enough, Potter…"

Immediately, the snarky, drawling voice drew his attention and Harry moved his eyes to the direction it came from. It seemed to take forever, each movement exceedingly slow, painfully sluggish. When his eyes focused on the dark, murky shape of his potions professor, he squinted tiredly.

"Professor Snape…"

"Well, apparently he suffers from no memory loss, though I imagine it would take a lot to damage what little brain he has." Snape drawled.

"Severus…" Remus admonished, turning to look at the dark figure over his shoulder. "He's just woken up."

"Oh, happy day."

"Severus…"

A deep sigh escaped the shadowed man before he swept into the room with billowing robes that even Harry could see without his glasses. It was a skill that even half dead Harry could admire.

"I have your next round of potions, Potter. And then we're going to have a little chat." Snape said, standing besides the sitting Remus.

"A chat may be a little much right now, Severus. He's just woken up."

"Well he can wake up more then. I want answers and we're running out of time to dawdle here, Lupin. You can mother the brat later." Snape snapped back at Remus' argument. "Here, give him this, and this immediately after."

After handing the werewolf the two vials of potions that he'd need to feed to the Boy-Who-Lived, Snape seemed to stand perfectly still until he was certain that he would keep them down. Harry simply watched the two of them silently, not saying anything other than the two names he'd said before. He was too tired, and didn't want to really have this 'little chat' that Snape was so certain that he needed to have. Good Merlin, hadn't he ever had any compassion to the sick and injured?

Harry simply wanted to be left alone.

"Don't go being more pathetic than usual, Potter." Professor Snapes' voice was closer now and turning, Harry saw that he'd pulled up a chair to the bed and was sitting in it. Absently, Snape slid Harry's glasses onto his nose, and he could see perfectly again. "There are things you need to know, and things we need to know."

"Where…" Harry mouthed, his green eyes searching Snape's face, slightly clouded over with the side-effects of the potions that he'd been fed.

"Spinners End. My home." Snape said emotionlessly.

"I wish you would have told us that it was that bad…I would have come back for you. I would have been here sooner." Remus' gentle voice was a balm on his soul, quietly easing some of the pain that he felt at the mention of the Dursleys.

"They probably monitored his owl, Lupin, don't beat yourself up too badly for your ineptitude." Snape drawled out and cocked an eyebrow at the glower the werewolf gave him.

Yes…it's official. Snape trying to comfort Remus is definitely a sign of the apocalypse.

"Regardless of any of it. We got you out. You're safe here; we've been taking care of you now for two days. I…we," Remus corrected at a glance from Snape, "were worried when you wouldn't respond to us."

It was quiet then, Harry thinking about what he should say, what he shouldn't. This was all so utterly confusing and complicated. How did you admit to your honorary godfather and most hated professor ever that you'd been comforted by the Dark Lord, who happened to be visiting your head every time you turned around? After the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries, they'd report him to Dumbledore before he could spit out the words and then it would be either off to St. Mungos' or Azkaban to rot. He had no delusions that once this war was over, there'd be no use to him, and Dumbledore would simply hide the blemish that was the Boy-Who-Lived away.

So now the question was simple. What in the bloody hell was he going to do now?

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