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To Protect	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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AN: Again, thank you so much to my reviewers. I really was spoiled with such awesome responses to the story. It really motivates a person to continue writing, so here is another installment (even though I am running a fever and currently bundled in my comforter). This chapter is extra juicy, juicy!
Warning: Contains mature sexual content between to male characters.
To Protect
Chapter Four
Harry watched the simmer and evaluated the potion's color. It was truly amazing what difference Severus made. The man was purely a genius brewer, and despite his worries, Harry was actually enjoying himself as they stood side by side.
The clock chimed for lunch. Harry ignored the rings, eyes focused heavily on the bubbling cauldron before him.
“We will break for an hour,” Severus broke the silence with his deep, silky baritone. Harry's skin crawled. He wanted to ignore the feelings, that until now, he had pushed deep down inside himself. Brewing had allowed a sort of haven from them. He did not think, only did as he was told, and it was a pleasant and easy atmosphere.
Harry was making his way to his rooms when the deep voice broke his stride.
“Harry,” Severus called out. “You will be joining me for lunch.”
Harry inhaled deeply and pivoted to give the man a glance. “I really am not all that hungry, Severus. I'll just retire to my room for a bit.”
“You will eat,” Severus's voice was low and commanding. Eyes glittered dangerously at Harry in an unspoken challenge. Harry let out another breath before nodding. It was not worth the battle that often ensued if he refused. “You may rest immediately following.”
“Yeah,” Harry replied as he took a seat on the couch and munched on a bit of biscuit already laid out.
“You have proven quite skilled,” Severus stated conversationally. “You are improving as well as quick to following instruction. As I loathe to admit it, I may have been mistaken about your aptitude with potion-making.”
Harry had almost lost his hold on his tea. “A compliment by the great Severus Snape? Too many of those and my head may swell...”
“If that is even possible. Your head is by far the most swollen out of anyone I have the misfortune to be acquainted with, Mister Potter.”
“Oh, you give me a run for my money, Sev,” Harry taunted using the muggle saying; he quite liked how Severus would understand and respond in kind when he did. The man's eyes darkened at the use of a pet name. 'Oh sweet victory,' Harry thought smugly.
“I will strive to avoid future acknowledgments of your skill set as I have been reminded time and time again it is not worth the effort or headache.” Severus was sipping gingerly at his tea while gazing at the dancing flames in the fireplace. Despite the coldness of their words, the banter was in good humor. Harry almost forgot who he might be speaking with if it was not entirely evident in the build and intimidating air the man carried with him everywhere he went.
Harry finished a good bit of his sandwich and stretched out over the sofa as the silence continued. He knew Severus was a man of little conversation, however, it was a silence that was almost comforting as they sat in that sitting room. Before he could catch himself, his eyes drifted close.
He was vaguely aware of the brush of fingertips against his brow, brushing aside his fringe. However, he slipped back into unconsciousness.
“Potter,” a voice called out in agitation.
Harry shifted and slowly opened his eyes to the taller man hovering over the side of the sofa. He gave a sideways grin. “Hello professor,” he greeted as he stretched out like a cat after a long day of lazing in the sunlight.
“Do you intend to spend the entire day sleeping like a very small version of a drooling troll in my sitting room?” It was not a question. Harry smiled sheepishly before sitting up and gazing at the clock on the mantel. Merlin! He had been asleep for several hours. He jumped up and looked over to the potion that was simmering.
“The potion is brewing as planned,” Severus replied coolly. “It is in the final stages. Two more days of brewing, and I will be free of you from my quarters at least during the daylight.”
There was a heaviness that settled in Harry at the mention of this. He had wanted nothing more than to return to his students and lessons, but the time he had spent with Severus had been...a sort of happiness for him. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was undeniably attracted to the man in a way that had him giddy from seeing the other wizard's face or hearing the usual quip about his inadequacies.
Deciding he had spent enough time lazing about, Harry took his place next to the potion, reading over the next several steps and adding a bit of unicorn horn. Severus had lightly marked each step that had been completed in the time he had been asleep.
He turned the ladle counterclockwise three full turns and then rested the ladle. A sultry voice teased the rim of his left ear. Hot puffs of breath and the presence of a large body had Harry stiffening.
“Are you disappointed to be unable to spend your entire day in my company, Harry?” Harry was as stiff as a board against the seductive words. He did his best to comprehend them and create a retort but was startled out of his thoughts when hands slid beneath the cover of his shirt and skimmed the flesh of his hips. “You have never been able to hide your emotions from your face. It is always clear what you are thinking or feeling.” The hands glided over his skin, teasing the rim of his trousers.
“Severus...” Harry was finally able to manage. “T-too close,” he groaned as his body began to react in ways he was less than proud of. Why did he have to be so bloody sensitive to that voice?! He recoiled from the touch, only to press himself right up against the hard body behind him. The heat was instantaneous and sent a wash of warmth over him. Who was he kidding? He was a slave to his pleasure; every man was, especially those who only had tastes of it until now.
His skin was crawling where the man touched; those fingers ignited hot pathways all over his lower abdomen. For Merlin, Harry could no longer find a fight within him as a mouth attached to his tilted neck. He was breathing, as well as one could when you were being touched within an inch of your life. Harry was turned violently, his lips blanketed by more experienced ones, and ravished until his body was a pool of jelly clinging desperately to the other man to retain any sort of grounding.
The kiss was by far the most fevered of the ones they had had up until now. It felt as if he was being claimed as completely as one could be with each friction of lips and tongue. It was bloody incredible. Harry could not remember his reasoning for resisting to begin with.
Hands clawed at his clothing, discarding his shirt, and then roaming over the newly exposed flesh they found there. Harry was moaning uncontrollably; if he had been in the right mind, he would have been ashamed of the sounds he was making at the mere touch of the other man.
But as if jolted out of his craze, Severus stopped and pushed Harry away from him. They stood, inches away, breathing heavily and unable to say or do anything further. It was not a rejection. Severus rushed by him and immediately turned the potion three turns and added a bit more unicorn horn. Harry felt the bubbles rise and started to laugh; it was the hardest he had laughed in a good while.
“What is so humorous Potter?”
“Harry,” he reminded before continuing. “Its just...only you...you would be the only man I have ever known to disregard his passion to make sure his potion was not botched.”
“This potion is too valuable to allow it to be botched,” Severus replied in a slightly irritated tone.
“Then why did you touch me knowing it could hinder it?”
Severus had lost all emotion in his face. Harry felt the smile return. 'Yes, victory is amazingly sweet,' he thought to himself as he sat down on the sofa. They had another hour until the potion needed to be stirred. He would bask in his victory like the Gryffindor he was. Harry could not quite attribute the man's actions to something akin to liking, but it did seem that there was an attraction there.
HPSSHPSS
The next two days passed without incident of any kind. Harry and Severus had remain both civil and professional. Maybe his questions scared the older wizard. Harry did doubt that however. Severus Snape was scared of nothing and no one. He would be thinking too highly of himself if he truly believed he could intimidate the ex-Death Eater. No, he was creating illusions in his head in order to come to terms with his very one-sided growing affection for the raven-haired, sourpuss of a Potion's professor.
After bottling a few vials of the antidote, Severus commanded Harry keep it on his person at all given hours of the day. He was told in explicit detail how to administer the antidote, and what the signs were of being poisoned. Harry felt very much schooled over the expanse of that hour he was lectured. He was taught the charm for detecting the poison, but was told it would not localize where the poison was administered. Harry felt worn by the end of the discussion.
When he arrived in the great hall for their first morning back, Severus was seated next to him, and Harry's water had already been poured and handed to him by the time he took his seat.
“You will give the students the wrong idea,” Harry whispered to the older wizard.
“Since when did I care for the student body's opinion of me, Professor Potter?”
Harry sat back slightly. The man had a point. Before he could contemplate the matter further, Henry took a seat beside him and let out a deep breath.
“I see you are still alive, mate.” He teased as he set to piling his plate. The big man was all smiles as they sat beside each other. Harry was not sure as to Henry's true involvement, but changing his attitude suddenly would send red flags.
“Yeah,” he smiled. “That potion nearly did me in.”
“I bet,” Henry said with a wiggle of his brows. “Or was it the company you were forced to keep?” he whispered suggestively. Harry almost laughed out loud, forgetting that Henry was under suspicion, but was able to catch himself and nod appropriately.
“Could be.”
Harry was startled and nearly forced out of his chair as a large hand covered and clasped his thigh, squeezing it tightly. Throwing a sideways glare, he cleared his throat and readjusted in his seat, trying his best to dispel the hand. The rebellious hand merely traveled upwards close to his nether regions, eliciting an entirely different sort of reaction. Harry's body rebelled against him, welcoming the familiar warmth, and rising to the occasion...literally.
Harry was tense as Henry went on beside him, unaware of his battle beneath the cover of the table.
“Some of the students gossiped that you had eloped,” Henry spoke matter-of-factually. “While others maintain that you were kidnapped and found only yesterday.”
“That second rumor is probably closest to the truth,” he said while trying to keep his voice steady. He threw his mentor another glare, who was unfazed and merely turned his head in interest.
“So how did it go?” Henry asked quickly.
“Pretty well I suppose,” Harry replied, keeping his answers short. The hand was now rubbing him through his trousers, and he was completely mortified as his breath hitched; his belly tightened and he held back a moan as the pleasure rippled through him. Merlin, Severus was so talented with his hands in every possible way. He let out a very soft moan as Severus cupped the underside of his straining bulge.
Henry glanced at him, and Harry shook his head while forcing a small chuckle. “Guess I'm just a bit tired.” He caught the small upturn of Severus's mouth, and his stomach dropped. The bloody sadist!
“I believe it is my win,” Severus whispered as he removed his hand. Harry was both grateful and disappointed when his lap was free from the assault. His erection was straining within the confines of his trousers, and he was sure that he would have to sit a good while until it settled.
HPSSHPSS
The students were as inquisitive as ever – even more so actually. Harry did his best to answer their questions, pertaining to the lesson that is, with as much focus as he could muster, but his head was drifting all day to a certain hated Potion's professor. After the last student left, Harry sunk into his chair and covered his face with his hands.
He was not some pubescent boy; he should not be spending every waking hour thinking about Severus. It was neither good for his students or his heart. He groaned to himself before he heard a resounding chuckle from the doorway. Slightly hopeful, he looked up; he felt disappointment and alarm belly as Henry strode into the classroom. He had almost forgotten; Henry would frequently visit when their lessons were through for the day.
“Hello Harry,” the tall man said before coming up beside him. “Looks like you had quite the day. Suppose my invitation will be in good timing then.”
“Oh?” Harry said as he feigned interest.
“Shall we have a game tonight? I miss you beating me.” Henry chuckled at his own joke and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. “What do you say? Same place, same time?”
“Uh,” Harry articulated lamely. “Can't.”
Henry's smile dropped as well as the hand. He came around Harry and leaned into the desk before him. “Why not?”
“Busy,” Harry replied quickly. “I am helping Sev-- uh, Professor Snape with some potion's Madam Pomfrey has requested.”
“Didn't you just spend the entirety of the week doing a favor for that grumpy old man? Just tell him you made plans and we'll have our usual game.” Harry was suddenly aware of just how big the other man was. Rusty brown hair flew out in every which direction; brilliantly ocean blue eyes that were currently laced with a seriousness that made his skin crawl; powerful muscles, defined under a pressed white button-down, that could easily best his strength a hundredfold. Henry was certainly overwhelming now that Harry was aware of the possibility of betrayal.
“I really can't,” he said losing some of his smile in which he had plastered to his face to appear more normal. “I promised.”
“Alright,” Henry finally said. His eyes were reading Harry – testing his resolve. Suddenly, the man bent forward and their faces were inches apart. “Tomorrow then.”
Harry was holding his breath without realizing. He breathed out and shook his head once more. “I was away a while so I really...”
“What are you not telling me Harry?” Henry placed his hands on the arms of Harry's desk chair. Suddenly, Harry felt imprisoned by them. He had slid his hand to his wand within his pocket but would only use it if absolutely necessary.
“Pardon the intrusion,” a voice hissed dangerously behind the large man. Harry felt the relief course through him. Severus's heels clicked on the stone as he entered. “I did not realize that you were in that sort of relationship.”
Henry straightened and turned on Severus with a fury of his own. “What are you making Harry do? What happened while you two holed up for an entire week?”
“I do not believe that is any of your business, Mister Ginley.” Severus was coolly striding over to them. He passed the seething man and took his place beside Harry. Electricity ran chaotic in the air surrounding them as the two men locked gazes.
“It is my business,” Henry stated. “Harry and I are mates. If he's being bullied, I will not hesitate to bring that person down.”
“Bullied,” Harry repeated with astonishment.
“I assure you,” Severus did not miss a step as he replied almost instantly. “If Professor Potter was being threatened in any way, it would not be my hand.” Severus's eyes were powerful; Harry was entranced once he had gazed upwards at them. The man was truly a specimen of intimidation. Harry did not miss how Henry had stepped backwards slightly at the menacing words.
Something felt amiss, however. Henry's actions and words did not align with a traitor. Harry was almost convinced there had to be a mistake. Harry idly wondered if it was wishful thinking as the battle continued for several minutes.
“Potter,” a voice called to him. He looked up and noticed that Henry was no where in the room.
“Where did Henry go?”
“More importantly, why are you allowing yourself to be open to these sort of occurrences. Are you an absolute imbecile Potter? I strictly forbid it that you see that man, and on the first day you are back to good friends without the least bit of hesitation.” Severus was angry; it showed in the wrinkles darkly lined in his brows. He was hovering over Harry, raging and impatient. Harry found his temper, though he kept his voice low.
“It is called acting,” Harry said angrily. “I was merely caught in a memory lapse. I had forgotten he would visit often to my classroom after the end of lessons. However, I cannot avoid him forever. He will grow suspicious if I were to suddenly cut off all communication. I need to maintain the appearance of our friendship.”
“Out of the question,” Severus growled. “You will only endanger yourself by doing so. I should have requested a longer temporary leave of absence.”
“So I could hide forever?” Harry stood up and pushed the tall wizard to the side. He stalked forward, closing the door to the classroom, and locked it with a soft click. “We need me to be here in order to gather the evidence. If it really is Henry as you say, then he will notice if I were to suddenly stop seeing him, and it would alert him to what we know.”
“It is not worth the risk,” Severus replied evenly. He crossed his arms against his chest as if rejecting the suggestion with his entire being.
“Why, Severus? Because I might lose my life? Well it is not like this has not been the case in the past,” Harry said gently. “I know that we cannot move further if not for the information he can provide to the Ministry. If we were to know what he knows...”
“It is not a risk I am willing to take!” Severus was shouting. Harry had never once seen the man lose it over such an issue. He was taken aback and silenced almost instantly. Why was Severus so affected by this? Why would it matter if Harry was to be used in this? Harry walked the short distance to the man and threw up a silencing charm on the room.
“What is going on...” he asked sternly. “What are you not telling me Severus?”
Severus was silently glaring at him. Harry's heart was in his throat as he took another step forward. “What is all this Severus? I cannot understand any of it. Why are you protecting me when you understand that I have the current tools to protect myself? Why are you spending so much time ensuring that I do not meet at all with Henry?”
“I was merely the best ch--”
“Do not give me that load of bollocks, Severus. You and I both know that it is deeper than that,” Harry said has he swallowed the hard lump in his throat. “Is this to do with your guilt involving my mother?”
Severus looked absolutely stunned as soon as the words left Harry's mouth. Then, the man was incredibly angry that Harry had mind to flee. His feet carried him backwards as he was pursued by the seething Potion's master.
“You give me much more credit than I am deserving of, Potter.” Severus growled as Harry painted himself to the door. “I am not a kind man.”
Harry was breathless as Severus closed in on him like a predator to its prey. He could feel the incredible power feeding off the older wizard into the air around them. It felt so hot, so dark. He had regretted his inability to allow things to rest. He had regretted upsetting the man. This was Severus Snape, ex-Death Eater, and most feared among those teaching at Hogwarts.
“You are naively persistent,” Severus continued as they finally stopped with no where else to go. “What is it that you want from me? Love? Affection? Friendship? I do not understand what you mean by prying into my every action as if it will give way to some sort of understanding. I am not kind. I am a very unkind, selfish man, Potter. I am undeserving of your portrayed image. I will not give you everything you so desire because I am incapable of such a task.”
It was several minutes before Severus left him, but he suddenly wanted to crawl into a ball and disappear. Harry slid along the door as soon as it shut and let the tears fall from his eyes. What had he expected? He knew better than anyone that Severus could never love him; no one could ever love him. He was undeserving; he was tainted.
“Freak,” Vernon yelled as he threw him into the cupboard. “You are a stain in my home and better off dead. If you knew what was best, you would kill yourself and save us all the trouble.”
“Save everyone the trouble,” Harry whispered to the empty room. He had gotten ahead of himself and took Severus's actions as if they had meaning behind them. He had thought, perhaps, he may eventually find someone that could love him.
HPSSHPSS
Harry was unable to return to Severus's quarters right away, so he walked the grounds absently.
“Harry!” Harry was jerked by his upper arm. He turned his head slowly, unable to be bothered to do anything quickly. Henry was slightly out of breath as he held onto Harry's upper arm. “Where have you—what's wrong Harry? Have you been crying?” Henry was holding him by both arms, his face filled with concern. Harry watched him through glazed eyes, vaguely wondering why Henry's forehead was covered in sweat.
“I'm just tired,” he responded mildly.
“Come with me,” Henry said while dragging Harry along. Harry could not be bothered to care as he followed blindly. Henry took him to his personal quarters, his hand clasped firmly but gently on his upper arm as he pulled him along.
He forced Harry down onto the sofa in the sitting room, conjuring a tray of tea and biscuits, before sitting beside the slightly catatonic man.
“What happened?” Henry asked firmly. “Was it Professor Snape? Did he do something to you?”
Harry looked at the man before him, face contorted with anger and concern. How could Henry act like this if he was the one that would eventually kill him? However, Harry could probably have cared little at the moment. It was as if he was floating through water with his ears deaf to the outside world and his eyes closed.
“I knew I should have stayed,” Henry was muttering to himself. “I knew that he would pull something like this eventually. Harry, do you hear me? I need you to listen carefully. I have been suspicious for a while, but I believe that Severus may be trying to poison you.”
Harry snapped out of his haze. “Wait...what?”
“I suspected you had been targeted over the past several weeks. The wards to your room seemed fragmented. And then, the other day, I noticed that your water had been tampered. I took a sample to the lab and was able to trace the components to a poison that causes death within minutes of ingestion.” Henry stated in a hushed voice. “I fear someone may be after your life...Severus Snape.”
Harry was frozen before he collapsed into uncontrollable laughter.
“Harry,” Henry's voice pitched. “This isn't a joke.”
Harry was holding his stomach, curled up, his body quivering with his laughter. All but forgetting his depression, he laughed until it hurt to move. Henry was wide eyed and speechless. He was sure to believe Harry completely off his trolley; but Harry felt such relief wash over him, he could care less.
“I know it may be a lot..”
“No,” Harry cut the large man off with his hand. “I just...Henry, thank you. It is not Severus Snape, but thank you.”
“For what?” Henry asked desperately. “You aren't making sense, Harry.” The man began to mutter as he pulled Harry into him with an arm wrapped over his shoulder. “I heard that shock can make you say and do things very unlike...”
“Its not shock,” Harry finally replied firmly. “I am just relieved that it isn't you.”
“Isn't me?” Henry said his eyebrows reaching his hairline. “Why would it be me?”
“Wait,” Harry finally realized. “Why do you believe its Professor Snape?
“He has been following you,” Henry stated.
“Oh?”
“His eyes are always following you,” Henry continued. Harry felt the heat go to his cheeks. He knew that the man had been watching him, but only to ensure he could find the true culprit. “I noticed it several months ago...”
“Several months ago?” Harry tried to keep his voice from expressing his surprise.
“Yeah,” Henry went on without giving mind to Harry's sudden surprise. “I thought it a little odd for a man who practically hated everyone. Any way, I want you to stay away from him in the meantime.”
“Henry,” Harry said but his sentence was interrupted by the shuddering pounds to the door.
Henry was up, his body immediately in front of Harry in a very protective manner. He had drawn his wand before he stalked forward and threw open the door. Severus Snape stood beyond, a look of pure fury besought his features.
“Good evening,” he hissed.
“Ah, Professor Snape, to what do I owe--”
“Spare me pleasantries, Ginley. A student reported I might find Professor Potter here,” the words were laced with intent. Harry could hear the man was barely containing his rage. Harry stood and made his way to the dark-haired wizard.
“Professor Snape,” he said as he walked to stand beside Henry.
“I believe we had a previous engagement, Professor Potter.” Severus stepped forward, his eyes demanding Harry leave with him immediately. Their previous argument surfaced in Harry's thoughts. His heart was clenching impossibly in his chest.
“Yes, well, I got tied up here. My apologies,” he responded sarcastically. “I will talk with you later Henry.”
Henry grabbed his arm, and Severus's eyes snapped. The raven-haired wizard dove forward and pulled Harry towards him and outside the doorway. Henry's face darkened, eyes glittering to the challenge. 'Oh for the love of Merlin...' Harry sighed and immediately spoke out.
“Enough,” Harry stopped the silent battle with his outburst. “It would seem we are all on the same side. Nothing is going to be accomplished if we continue this immature fighting.”
“Same side,” Severus hissed. His hand jerked Harry closer, jostling him. The hold was impossibly tight. Henry stepped forward in attempts to free Harry, but Harry stopped the blue-eyed wizard.
“Henry is not the assassin,” Harry said finally.
“Harry!” both men yelled simultaneously.
“Listen,” Harry announced before either one of them could speak further. “Both of you suspect the other. If Henry were the assassin, he would have not conveyed to me that he believed I was being targeted. It wouldn't make sense, Severus.”
“Severus,” Henry repeated in a whisper.
Severus had held his composure as he turned on Harry. “We will discuss this in my private quarters.”
“No,” Harry rejected. “This is not going to be solved through me. We have just discovered that we are back to ground zero, so we need to put our heads together on this.”
“Absolutely out of the question,” Severus immediately replied. Henry grabbed Harry's arm and attempted to pull him from Severus. He felt a bit like a toy that two children were arguing over as he was pulled back and forth. He finally managed to yank his arms out of both hands and rub the reddened areas.
“This is ridiculous! How can two grown men act like this?!” Harry was at the end of his patience. “While you two sit here suspecting the other, we are missing an opportunity to find the true identity of the assassin.”
Severus and Henry stood in silence, they eyes battling, before Harry let out an exasperated breath. “Please, can we just discuss this...?”
“I do not discuss private matters with outsiders,” Severus stated coolly.
“Well I wouldn't want to discuss anything private with the likes of you any way.” Henry replied as he crossed his arms firmly.
“Come,” Severus commanded. Harry felt his temper flare at the arrogant demand. He turned to Henry and smiled.
“I will see you soon,” he promised. “I feel that we'll have this stand off all night if I don't.”
“Be careful,” Henry said while giving Harry's upper arm a squeeze.
“Oh how absolutely endearing,” Severus said sarcastically. He pulled Harry by the arm, and after a silent travel to their shared rooms, he was let go. Severus was leering over him, and he took his chance to speak before there could be any more fighting. Disregarding the words that had nearly done him in earlier, he addressed the man gently.
“Henry is not the assassin,” he stated to the point.
“You are so naïve!” Severus all but yelled. “How could you possibly be this idiotic? Giving away every bit of information you own against him and saying it without any consideration that he may have deceived you. Your loyalty to that brute is astounding Potter.”
“Do not dare insult him as if you know him,” Harry bit out. “Henry has been more of a friend...a protector to me than you could ever possibly be.”
“Is that so,” Severus's voice was laced with wrath. “Regretting your attraction, Potter? I spent years as a spy, Potter, so I know a traitor when I see one.”
“You are so scarred,” Harry screamed. “So scarred from your past that you cannot possibly believe in true friendship! In love or trust! You do not fathom it because you are too scarred!”
Harry was breathing heavily as he screamed so loud the walls would have shook if not being made of stone. The tall wizard was coiled, ready to strike, but there was a recognition in his eyes that held him back, unable to move in for the kill. Instead, his face went expressionless and his body lax.
Harry had calmed down as the tears burned at his eyes. He could not remember ever crying this much in the last twenty-three years of his existence. He faced the man, vulnerable and raw, as he continued. “I have tasted betrayal and deceit more than I can count. I have put faith in those that had turned against me and turned away from those who I should have put faith in. I once thought that my existence was only to sacrifice it one day for others. When I had not died that day, I felt empty...” Hot tears were falling unbidden, without restraint as he continued his monologue. “I thought that there was nothing left to live for, but then there was you...”
Severus's eyes widened before his mouth thinned, and he returned to an impassive regard.
“Look,” Harry said wiping his eyes. “I don't expect you to trust me on this, but I know deep inside that Henry could not betray me. I cannot turn my friend away. He is important to me, and I trust him explicitly.”
“Why,” Severus finally whispered. “How could you trust when you have been betrayed so many times before?”
“Because I have faith that one day,” Harry said as he let a smile touch his lips. “I will find a happiness. If I do not trust or love, I will never be able to find happiness.” Harry spoke to Severus, but he was truly speaking to himself. “I may not deserve it, but I want to have my own happiness, and that starts with trust...”
TBC...
EN: Okay guys, its time for you to review and tell me what you really think. Do you think that Henry is a traitor or a true friend? Is Harry trusting blindly or does he trust faithfully?
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