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Harry Potter and The Hidden Agenda	By : emeraldisle Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16324 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Severus managed to stay awake long enough to arrive to his room and get ready for bed, but as soon as his head hit the pillow he was sound asleep. His mind, body, and magic craving the restoration that only sleep could provide. For several hours he was too exhausted to even dream, however, that did not last as long as he would have liked. He was used to having nightmares; they had plagued him all his life first as a child about his father and then later as an adult about what he had done as a Death Eater; tonight, though, he had dreams about Potter. These weren't his usual nightmares about the humiliation he suffered at the hands of James Potter; oh no these were new and were what his imagination created of what Harry Potter must have gone through. Within these dreams he stood in the room watching, unable to do anything to stop what was happening to Harry; then when he was able to help he just walked away into a room of fog with voices asking him why he had ignored it, why had he allowed it to continue. He awoke finally from them rested, at least of body and magic. His mind however was still troubled and he started thinking back over the years from the first moment he'd met Harry Potter.

Showering, the heat removed the remaining stiffness from sleeping so heavily, but did nothing to improve his thoughts. Looking back and attempting to see Potter without the bitterness he felt for the boy's father made him realized just how much he had missed. It had been there for him to see and if Potter had been one of his snakes he knew he would have recognized the signs that first year if not then by the second for sure. He normally would have stepped in and assisted the student, but in this instance he'd ignored it all. He knew if it had been any other student, in any other house, he would have spotted the signs but he had not. He'd seen what he wanted to see and for him that just wasn't acceptable. He'd allowed a child to suffer; something he had promised himself he would never allow to happen if he could prevent it. His own father had been abusive, although he was thankful the wretched man had never gone to the lengths Potter's family had, and he had vowed to help students in similar situations because no one had stepped in to assist him when he had needed it. Perhaps if someone had he would never have been drawn to the dark arts, to Lucius Malfoy with his offer of friendship and support, or to the Dark Lord with his seductive words about how muggles would not be allowed to hurt wizards again. He had not wanted to see another student follow the same path he had gone down. He had failed; not only had he failed himself and Potter but he'd failed Lily. Lily, the first and best friend he'd ever had and he had treated her child with nothing but venom. He'd failed her when her son had needed him most. He would rectify the situation; he just hoped he wasn't too late to do so.

Now dressed Severus walked down to where he'd left Potter the night before. Opening the door he was a bit surprised to see Draco sleeping in a chair next to the bed. He had not expected his godson to spend the night at Potter's bedside. What surprised him even more was how Draco's and Potter's hands were intertwined together. He gently laid his hand upon the slumped shoulder of his godson, "Draco," He said in a voice just above a whisper. He shook him gently until he saw silvery gray eyes peering up at him. Letting go of the shoulder he smiled slightly at him. "What on earth are you doing here?" he asked.

Draco blushed slightly as he looked up at the questioning eyes of his godfather. "I..um..well I did not want Harry to wake up without knowing someone who was with him," he explained. He sat up straighter and finally took his hand from Harry's so that he could run both hands through his hair, straightening it a bit. "He woke up briefly but went back to sleep," he said keeping his voice soft. Thankfully his godfather hadn't asked him about why he had been holding Harry's hand and he hoped that didn't change any time soon because he wasn't sure how he would explain why he had done it or why it had felt so nice to do so.

"Did he?" Severus asked with some surprise. He hadn't thought Potter would wake up until the afternoon at the earliest. It just showed just how powerful Potter's magic was and Severus knew that power was limited right now which made him wonder how powerful the boy would be when his magic was free. He did notice his godson calling Potter by his first name. He wondered what had caused him to change, but did not ask about it for now. "Did he say anything?"

"He said thanks," Draco told him. Standing up to stretch, he had several joints pop and crack from sleeping in such an abnormal position. "He then went right back to sleep."

"And would like to do so now," Potter said in a hoarse voice. He'd woken up as they were speaking. He was used to sleeping very lightly no matter what so had woken up as soon as he heard the voices. He recognized Snape's voice with ease. He wondered who else was there and who all knew what had happened to him. He struggled to sit up finally managing to do so with Draco's help. He barely made out the glass of water that the blonde pressed to his lips and he drank it down greedily. "Thank you Malfoy," he told the other boy; his voice sounding almost normal. He looked over at where he believed Snape to be. "Professor, I'm assuming I have you to thank for healing me. I do appreciate what you have done."

"You are most welcome Potter," Snape said attempting to speak normally to the boy and not how he had in the past. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," Harry said without really thinking about it.

"Potter, I know you are not 'fine' as you put it. Now let us try this again shall we? How are you feeling?" Snape asked again, his voice having a bit of impatience to it, but still nothing compared to the voice he would have used in the past in order to try and make Potter feel like an idiot.

Harry sighed knowing he would not be able to get away with his usual answer that he'd have given Madam Pomfrey. With her, of course, he normally saw her after most of the damage had been healed since he didn't see her until the first day of the school year. Of course she never questioned his answer and no one else ever did either. No one had ever really wanted to know how he felt before. "I feel like I got in the middle of a couple of bludgers," He told him. He reached up to rub his eyes. "And my head feels as if the Weasley's Fire-Whiz Bangs are going off in there, but that could be due to not having my glasses for some time, sir," he explained.

"I can do something about that," Snape told him while taking out his wand which he pointed at the youth. "Oculus Aspectamen Recipero. That will restore your eye sight for a week; which should do until we can attempt to get you into an eye healer."

"Thank you so much Professor," Harry said as he saw perfectly for the first time since the year he'd gotten his glasses. Even with his glasses he hadn't seen this clearly because they were a pair that his Aunt had gotten for him when his primary school demanded he have his eyes corrected. He was sure if it hadn't been for the school demanding he have them that his Aunt and Uncle never would have gotten him in to see an eye doctor let alone buy him glasses. Naturally enough they had never taken him back again to update the prescription; they weren't about to spend any money on him if they could help it.

Harry looked about the room not knowing where he was. He'd first thought when he had woken up before that he was in the infirmary at Hogwarts, but the bed had been too nice so had quickly dismissed that location. Last night he hadn't cared; he just knew he was away from his Aunt and Uncle's place. He could have been in Voldemort's lair at that point and he still wouldn't have cared for it had to be better than his family's home. He had heard Malfoy talking to him and had let the boy's voice lull him back to sleep. Now, though, he wanted to find out a few things. "Where am I, how did I get here and who all is here?" He asked.

"You are at Malfoy Manor. I asked Uncle Sev to bring you here," Draco explained. "I had gone to visit you and ...well when I saw the state you were in I brought Uncle Sev into it and he brought you here to try and heal the damage that had been done. It is just the three of us here except for the house elves." He wasn't sure who Harry had thought might all be there but he could guess. Harry was probably expecting the Dark Lord to be in the manor somewhere or at least his Death Eaters. "You are safe here Harry," he added hoping to reassure him.

"I take it then Dumbledore and the order do not know what has happened?" Harry asked and could make out the fact that Snape nodded. "Good. I'd like to keep it that way." He'd had a great deal of time to do some thinking since the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries and he'd come to the conclusion that he could not trust Dumbledore nor many of the others. He took Draco at his word that it was just them at the manor. He knew it was a risk, but he trusted Snape and for some reason he felt he could trust Draco as well. Snape may have been mean to him but the man had never lied to him. That made all the difference. As something suddenly clicked in his head Harry turned so that he was staring at Malfoy. "Since when do you call me Harry?"

"I...I..." Draco stuttered unsure of what to say. He was blushing bright red and he looked down at his feet wondering how he could explain the change in names. Would Harry be willing to have him as a friend?

Severus smiled slightly at his godson's discomfort before distracting Potter and releasing Draco from his embarrassment. "I believe the question and answer along with any other explanations can wait until after breakfast. Are you hungry Potter?"

At the mention of food Harry's stomach growled and now it was his turn to blush. "I would take that to mean yes," Draco said with a chuckle. He looked over at Tinsey who had been there most of the night as well. "Tinsey will you have a selection of breakfast foods brought up for the three of us and then you should rest," he told her.

"Yes Master Draco sir. Thank you, thank you Master Draco sir," Tinsey said excitedly at being told to rest. Her master had been so different since Master Lucius had not been around. She bounced a little bit and was smiling big at Draco before popping out to get the ordered food.

Snape took out a potion and handed it to Harry. "It is a pain relieving potion. I thought you may need it," He told him gently.

"I recognized it," Harry said. He'd taken enough of the stuff in the infirmary at Hogwarts to know it when he saw it. He downed the drink; making a face at its taste. "Don't know why these things can't be flavored. Thank you, Professor," He added as he handed back the bottle. He felt the pain in his head and body decrease and he was now able to breathe easier. He slipped his legs out from under the covers to sit on the edge of the bed, however when he went to stand up he found he was still very weak. He sank back down on to the bed as the world spun about him for a moment.

"You should not even be awake yet let alone trying to get out of bed on your own," Snape stated to him. Seeing the determination in Potter's eyes to get up he made a decision, "You need to rest more after you eat." He walked over and slipped his arm under Potter's knees while his other went to the boy's back. He lifted the slight form with ease thus realizing just how skinny Potter really was and mentally cursed Potter's family once more. He walked over to where a table and chairs were, which were already located in the suite, and set him down gently.

Harry was too shocked to protest or say anything else as the Dreaded Potions Master of Hogwarts picked him up and carried him. He sat in the chair for a moment still unsure of what had just happened. Snape was acting human and very different from what Harry was used to. "Thank you Professor," he said after he realized a response was expected. He leaned back in the chair glad to be out of the bed. Right then he felt like he'd been in a bed forever and sitting in the chair felt a bit like heaven to him.

"Since we are not at school at the moment I suppose you may call me Severus," Snape told him. He saw the shocked looked on Potter's face and he couldn't resist smiling. "We both have worn masks Mr. Potter. I think you will find the one I wear at school is very different from the one I wear in private."

"If I'm to call you Severus, don't you think you could call me Harry?" he asked of him.

"Of course....Harry," Snape said. Just then the table filled with an assortment of breakfast foods; enough he was sure to feed an army or perhaps the Weasley clan he thought snidely. He moved to sit down once Draco had come over to sit as well. "Now then I am not sure when you last ate Pot..Harry so I suggest you eat slowly to allow your stomach to adjust."

"Wow Malfoy you go all out for breakfast don't you?" Harry said more then asked as he looked at the assortment of food on the table. He looked at Snape and nodded, ”Yes, sir." He didn't immediately take any food as he waited for the other two to begin; a habit that was hard for him to break. He'd always had to wait for whatever was left over; at Hogwarts, at the beginning of the year, he'd wait for those around him to get their food first before he would tuck in. Within a few weeks he would get used to not having to wait but every year it was the same for him after having spent time with his relatives.

"I wasn't sure what you would like Harry," Draco said as he filled his plate with food. He noticed Harry waited to get his food until after Severus and he had and he wondered why the other boy had waited but he figured now was not the time to ask. "And do you think you could call me by my first name instead of Malfoy. We've known each other a number of years now and while I know most of them I was horrible to you I would like that to change in the future. I'm not sure what all you heard me talk about last night but perhaps later we can discuss things."

After taking a few bites of egg and then a drink of pumpkin juice Harry looked over at Draco. "Actually I heard everything you said last night, Draco," he told him. He was a very light sleeper due to having to worry about his family coming into his room. He'd learned early on to wake up at the first sounds otherwise he'd be woken up by a slap to the head or worse. Now it was ingrained for him to wake at the slightest of noises. He'd learned at school to caste silencing charms in order not to hear his roommates as they slept otherwise he didn't get any sleep. Harry watched Draco squirm a bit at finding out that he'd heard all that had been said before taking pity on him and spoke again. "But as Severus said questions and answers can wait until we have all eaten."

"Right, of course," Draco said with a nod of his head relieved to have the attention returned to the food instead of him. He still felt a bit nervous knowing that the impending discussion would not only deal with what he had done but what had been done to Harry and where they went from this point onward.

Oculus Aspectamen Recipero: Eye Aspect Regain

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