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The Nothing I've Become (Areas of Expertise II)	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry for the long delay between posts, RL has been mental, and, because the story is nearing its end, I don't want to carry on, as I always get sad when I finish one. Still, hopefully, once Areas is completed, I can start work on the other ideas running through my head!

As always, a huge thanks to my reviewers. You have no idea how much I appreciate people taking the time and trouble to review.

Lastly, I've nicked an idea from 'Queens of Angst' here (with their permission). If you want to be added to my contacts to be alerted to new updates/stories, then either leave your email when you review, or send an email to: affsickpuppy@yahoo.com (this puppy is sick)

And now, on with the sickness!

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Bid my Blood to Run

Harry stood still, watching quietly, hopefully, as Severus moved from his seat and approached him. The black clad figure stopped, blocking the door.

'You are going back,' he commanded, scowling.

Harry glared himself. 'No. Not unless you come back with me.'

Severus looked sad. 'Harry,' he began softly, 'I was attacked by Nagini. I was poisoned. If I went back, I would only return here again and again and again. My time has come.' He paused, looked embarrassed, then went on, 'I am glad you have remembered. I am glad we have had some time together now, even if it was far too short.'

'Then don't go!' Harry cried, tugging on the other's arm. 'Please! You can't want to leave me!'

Snape inclined his head. 'You know how I feel, Harry, but I cannot stay.'

The boy sobbed, chest heaving. 'It can't end like this.' He whimpered. 'It can't.'

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By the tree, the Death Eaters mingled uselessly, crowding around the body of their master. A few glanced at the boy, but none felt confident enough to approach.

***

Dumbledore's Army, those who happened to gaze out into the grounds stopped, curses and spells locked in their throats. Something was happening. Somebody - two somebodies - were on the ground. One a pale hair less figure. A few felt their hearts leap thinking Voldemort was gone, but others saw the black haired figure, and choked back tears. Harry. On the ground.

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In the Head teacher's office, Hermione, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, was casting the spells Ron told her to. She didn't question him, as he spoke with an authority and confidence she had never heard from him before.

'Now, cast the Detoxifier Spell!' he ordered. His eyes were manic, his gaze fixed on the crumpled man on the floor. His freckles stood out on his pale face as he strode around Hermione and Snape, never once lifting his attention from the bleeding teacher.

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'It won't end like this.' Severus said, still softly, as he gently pushed Harry back onto the platform and settled on the bottom step of the train. 'You have years and years ahead of you. Use them wisely. I will be waiting for you at the end.'

Harry shook his head, tears flowing silently over his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His green eyes met Snape's black ones. Then moved over him, taking in the carriage behind Severus. He took a step backward then leapt over his lover, onto the train.

***

Bellatrix Lestrange was crouched beside her master, whispering lovingly to him. A few of the Death Eaters turned away, feeling sick.

Narcissa and Lucius stood together, hands held, eying the castle with its multi coloured spells and jinxes lighting it up.

'He'll be...' Narcissa said, voice trailing off.

'Of course he will.' Lucius affirmed, grey eyes worried, scouring the building for a familiar mop of blond hair.

***

Ginny, standing by the foyer, was jinxing any of the Death eaters who came too close. Voldemort had left a contingent in the school to quell any rebellion, but they were having a hard time facing Ginny's bat bogey hex, as well as all the other curses being aimed their way. He red hair flowed down her back, and her brown eyes were wild with grief as she cast spell after spell.

Harry was dead.

The news had gone through the castle like wildfire. And although they knew, deep down, there was no point in fighting any longer, still none of them refused to stop. An unspoken agreement that each would die fighting joined Dumbledore's Army in continuing a hopeless resistance.

***

Ron sank onto the ground, trembling. 'That's it,' he croaked, voice gone hoarse from tension, grief, and giving orders. 'It's up to Snape now.'

Hermione nodded, her wand falling from her slippery grip. Tears of concern and sheer exhaustion ran down her face. She sniffled, then began crying loudly when Ron pulled her into his arms and rocked her gently.

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'NO!' screamed Severus, throwing one arm behind him to try and catch Harry's legs, and flinging one leg onto the platform to ensure the train didn't move. He managed to get a grip on Harry's cloak and clung on desperately. 'No,' he gasped, 'no, you cannot.'

'I can!' Harry snarled, angrier than he'd ever been. 'You've given up, why should I try?'

A growl left Severus' throat. 'I have struggled for decades, coped with grief and remorse, the like of which I hope you never feel, and now I wish a rest.'

'So do I!' Harry shrieked. 'I've coped with Voldemort trying to kill me practically every year since I was eleven! I've known I had to kill him since I was fifteen! I can't take any more, Severus, I can't. I don't have the strength to face the world alone. I can't face the world alone.'

A deep bone shuddering sigh came from the older man. 'You are stronger than you know,' he admitted, 'you must be, to have faced everything you have. If I stay I will only end up disappointing you. I cannot be the support you need. I don't have the strength to help you.' He looked genuinely sad, 'I am sorry, Harry.'

Harry dropped to his knees and softly, gently, kissed the other. His mouth touched Severus', his tongue lapping at the soft skin, gaining entrance to the warm wet cavern. Their tongues touched, slid slowly, lingeringly along the other's muscle, then passion took over.

Snape was leaning back awkwardly, and swung Harry onto his lap, and rolled from the step onto the platform. Neither of them heard the door close and the train pull out.

Harry tugged at the older man's black robes, wishing them off. And just like, they were both naked. Skin to skin, they stroked and clawed and grabbed.

Snape's long delicate fingers clutched at Harry's ass, squeezing the buttocks lustfully.

Harry groaned and rocked his hips more desperately against Snape's thigh. 'Please,' he moaned, 'I need you in me...'

Severus parted the thighs and settled between them, his cock pressing against Harry's spasming entrance. The boy felt wet where Severus was rocking, and Snape hoped the lad was ready, as he couldn't wait. He slid inside, thick shaft stretching the passage, but not tearing. Harry was indeed slick, and he clung to the wonderful fullness thrusting into him.

Severus stared into the amazing green eyes. He couldn't speak. He felt too full with emotion.

Harry gazed back. His throat worked, and he finally croaked out what he wanted. 'I want your child. Please! I want to have your child.'

Severus closed his eyes at the depth of feeling in Harry's, ears filled with rushing, and he slammed into the willing body underneath him, his cock jerking and jumping as his seed spattered deeply into the younger man.

Harry arched his back, screaming with pleasure.

Some time later, or maybe it was only seconds, the two stood, dressed, holding hands, and moved towards the white haired man who had been waiting for them all this time.

Dumbledore smiled benignly on the couple. 'I am so very glad you both chose to return.' He twinkled merrily at them. 'Neither of you have anything to fear from this place, when you next reach here.'

Harry tightened his grip of Severus' hand. Then he burst out, 'Was this real? Or was it just happening inside my head?'

Albus' smile broadened, even as the mist obscured him. It was a dazzlingly white mist, almost blinding the two men. As their vision whited out, Harry heard, 'Of course this has been happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it isn't real?'
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