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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: 1,443

Warnings: Slash (m/m sex), 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 so any errors are my own. I'm an affable sort, I'd not take offense. 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. It's headhopping time. Woot.
Disclaimer: Please see the first chapter…I hate repeating myself.

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Green eyes were flitting back and forth, as if to search for the answers somewhere in the room. It was disconcerting to see such a guarded look on the familiar face. What was he worried about? It disgusted him that he'd not seen the signs of abuse and that Potter had been in the condition that he'd been in when they'd liberated him from the Muggles.

Severus Tobias Snape was a man who prided himself on his control and his ability to wear masks. Disdain, dislike and distance were his preferred methods when dealing with Harry Potter, despite all he knew about him. He'd been a spy, though for different reasons and perhaps differently than most people assumed. Another mask he wore, he mused as he watched the pallid face before him.

When he'd gotten the summons to rescue Harry Potter, he'd been skeptical. However, the information was never wrong, and to ignore it was suicide. So he'd gone to the only source that he could go to, highly reluctantly. He'd always avoided the werewolf, much like one would avoid someone with the plague. But the man knew where Harry Potter would be and he'd be the only one to trust with the sensitive information he'd been given.

And to be honest, he'd be one of the few in the Order who gave a bloody damn about the brat.

Both men had Apparated to Little Whinging, and walked to Number 4 Privet Drive, avoiding Dumbledore's watchman on the place. Lupin had been a mixture of panic and disbelief. The werewolf swore that if Harry had been mistreated, he would have contacted him, told Lupin that he needed help and protection.

Severus knew intimately that that was not the case in such things.

But instead of divulging that information, he'd sneered and muttered about stupid missions and informants – without informing the werewolf about where he'd gotten the information from. It wasn't prudent until he knew the werewolf's true loyalties were. He knew Lupin loved Potter like a son, but would he side with that bond or would he side with Dumbledore?

When they'd broken into the muggle household, however, Lupin's true colors blazed to life in a stunning array of colors. He was absolutely livid at the treatment of his 'cub', and it had taken Severus a few minutes to calm the wolf down in order to get the boy out of what was supposed to be his sanctuary.

He'd had to fight harder still to stop him from returning to the Dursley's and wreck his vengeance on them. Better yet, he'd had to stop himself from doing it. Oh, what a day that had been.

They'd spent the last two days nursing a practically catatonic Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World. The boy wouldn't respond to them, or rather perhaps he couldn't, even when he was fed or spoken to. It had torn Lupin apart, and Severus had been discomforted to realize that the werewolf's pain and worry wasn't nearly as enjoyable as he'd once thought. So he'd been pouting the last few hours, sulking as he'd come to the realization that with the death of the mutt and dogfather, his pleasure in upsetting the werewolf and the brat had diminished. It simply wasn't fair.

Shaking his head slightly to dislodge the train of thought some more, he turned his attention to Potter and his frightened green eyes. He'd seen that look, felt that emotion, and probably had thought the same things as the brat was thinking now.

"You might as well tell it all, Potter." Severus drawled, leaning back in the chair and letting his fingers drum on the padded arm.

"Severus, he's just woken up!" Lupin repeated again, more firmly.

Arching an eyebrow at him, Severus sneered.

"And that fact hasn't changed in the last five minutes." He said snidely and drummed his fingers again. "We need to know what's happened with him, in point of fact."

"It can't wait until he can actually speak more than one word at a time?" Lupin said, leaning forward and brushing away Potters sweaty bangs from his forehead.

The light hit him, making the werewolf practically glow golden, and Severus stared for a moment, lost in it. It wasn't unusual for him to notice just how attractive the Last Marauder was, but it was hardly an appropriate time for such notions. With a disgusted sigh, Severus rolled his eyes.

"I assume you'd like to know what's wrong with you, Potter?" He asked instead, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, putting his folded hands under his chin.

Slightly dim green eyes rolled about in their sockets before focusing on him. Instead of the mutual disgust and disdain they had once held, now there was intense scrutiny and suspicion. He was surprised and intrigued by the change.

"You were gravely injured, Potter." Severus said after a moment, steepling his fingers together as he spoke. "While you've been unconscious, we've given you a few good meals and potions in order to speed your healing. You can now open your eyes, as I'm sure even one of your intelligence may notice. Your collarbone has fused back together neatly, and you should have no problems with it."

He broke off in his dissertation of Potter's injuries when Lupin moved closer to the boy and took his pale, lifeless hand in his darker one. It was a familiar gesture, one that spoke of a familiarity that was branded into the bone of Gryffindors it seemed. He stared at their clasped hands for a moment before letting his dark eyes drift to focus on Potter's.

"Your knee, unfortunately, is another story." Severus said, watching for the emotions flit across those expressive eyes.

Instead, there was nothing. It was as if the boy felt nothing, experienced nothing. He frowned at the blank eyes that stared back at him, as Lupin sniffled beside him. The werewolf had taken the fact that they'd been too late to save the knee from permanent damage. Even if they'd gotten to him in time, though, Severus doubted that even the Medi-Wizards at Saint Mungo's would have been able to save it. The kneecap had practically been powder under the skin, and Harry would walk with a limp for the rest of his life.

"You'll not be able to play Quidditch again," Lupin said softly, playing with his godson's fingers with his larger ones.

Watching the two interact – or rather, watching Lupin trying to interact with Potter and seeing Potter's utter dispassionate expression – concerned him greatly. The Potter he knew would be bucking to get out of that bed and start trouble, but this one. This Potter was something he wasn't aware of ever being in existence.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry," Lupin said softly, and the sheer ache of his sorrow hurt everyone in the room – including Potter who flinched slightly. "I shouldn't have left, I should have stayed and taken care of you. This is all my fault."

"No."

Both Severus and Lupin turned to face Harry, the absolute force of his word compared to a slap in the face. They stared down at him, pale and scrawny and weak in the bed, and there was the emotion Severus had wanted to see in his face. Resolve.

"It's…not your fault." Harry rasped, staring at his godfather with dark green eyes that sparkled with an inner fire. "It's not."

"It is, I should-"

"It's not."

There was silence now, thick and pungent in the room. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Lupin nodded, his light brown hair falling in front of his face, hiding it from view. That didn't necessarily mean that he accepted Harry's argument, however. Hardly. His stubbornness rivaled his own, Severus thought with an inner smirk.

"How…did you find me?" Harry asked, his green eyes moving to focus on Severus' face.

Now that…was a question he wasn't sure he wanted to answer. He knew that Harry understood his role as a double agent – he just didn't understand who he was actually spying on. Shifting in his seat, Severus eyed Lupin, who was now watching the Potion's Master with inscrutable golden eyes. With a sneer at the werewolf, Severus threaded a pale, thin hand through his lank hair.

"We followed his nose," Severus said dryly and nodded in Lupin's direction.

"Come off it, Severus. How did you actually know Harry was in danger?" The other man said, staring at him in growing understanding.

"Shouldn't that have been a question you asked me before I dragged you to the Muggles'…domicile?" Severus snapped, practically spitting out the last word as if it were a vile, sour food.

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