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Run to Me	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 3070 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry woke with a pounding headache, having that fuzzy feeling that one always has after crying. Wiping away the sticky feeling on his face with the backs of his hands, Harry looked around the new room that he'd been put in.

"Master Harry! You're awake! Master Severus told me to take you down to dinner once you woke up," Alloy squeaked happily, quite the opposite of Sterling, who was always serious.

Harry sniffed lightly. "Where is Snape?"

The last thing that Harry remembered was .. dragging Snape down onto the bed. Yeah, that's great, I'm surprised he didn't hex me into oblivion. He's probably sulking in his dungeons now plotting how to kill me while making it look like an accident. Greasy git.

Alloy simply smiled. "He said that he had some business to take care of. Now, come on, you need to eat."

Ah, he's seeing about sending me to St. Mungo's then. I'm sure that the Daily Prophet would get a kick out of this whole situation. The headline will read, Harry Potter, molested by Uncle, tried to kill himself with a broken piece of glass. Saved by Severus Snape.

Getting up out of bed, Harry followed the little house elf through the manor and to the small dining area where he and Snape ate breakfast.

Harry had just sat down when the sound of a door opening and closing in the foyer could be heard.

"That must be Master Snape now," Alloy said as she walked into the foyer to see, the tips of her ears bobbing up and down as she walked.

"Oh! Master Snape, Master Harry just sat down for dinner," Harry heard Alloy squeak obediently.

"Did Sterling finish with the room?" Snape's voice questioned.

"Yes sir, everything has been restored," Alloy was only too pleased to answer.

The sound of feet against the marble of the foyer echoed down the hallway and then, there he was, standing in the room looking at Harry as though everything were perfectly normal.

Severus, who'd pocketed his wand, sat down in his usual place at the table and then waited for the house elves to bring out the food.

"So, Potter, do you think you're capable of living in your old room, without breaking the window out, or do I need to transfigure up a padded cage to keep you in?" Snape wished to know.

Harry glared at Snape. "l will be fine, I'm sorry for burdening you with my problems. I guess you see now why I didn't want to tell you about… the bruises."

Severus was silent for a long time, his eyes looking down at the table. "Your uncle will not be bothering you anymore."

"Professor?"

But then the house elves walked in with the food and Snape simply refused to talk while eating.

Harry felt sure he knew exactly what his Professor had done to Vernon Dursley, and for once he thought that Snape just might be a tad bit .. human. But only a little.

Severus looked up from his plate, which was now filled with food, and watched in astonishment as Harry once again began wolfing down food. The boy never chewed, it was as though he simply inhaled whatever was set before him.

"Potter, has anyone ever taught you manners?" he questioned, quite serious.

"Er, no, why?" Harry said around a large mouthful of meat pie.

The Slytherin rolled his eyes at the boy's stupidity. "Because you have the table manners of a troll."

Harry swallowed the mouthful of food and had the decency to look chagrined. "Sorry," he muttered, mostly not caring if Snape was repulsed by his manners.

The two continued eating in silence, the only sound in the room was the tinkle of china as forks met their plates.

"Uh, sir?"

Snape looked up with a sigh, "What is it now, Potter? Your owl catch a cold?"

Harry had to fight back a sarcastic retort. "I was wondering if I could .. well… if I could go to Diagon Alley to do some shopping."

The Potions Master rolled his eyes, the last thing he wanted to do was take Harry Potter on a 'shop-till-you-drop' trip, but he did need to visit a few shops. "I have some things that I need to pick up there as well. We'll leave tomorrow morning,” was his answer.

Harry was relieved, he'd finally be able to get some clothes that actually fit. Each time he went back to the Dursleys, his trunk was confiscated, and anything worth taking, such as clothes, were never seen again. This was exactly the reason that Harry always owled whatever money he had left over back to Gringotts before he went to Privet Drive for the summer.

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Harry was once again in the room that he'd started out in at Snape's manor. Night had fallen and just moments ago Harry had heard Snape going up the stairs and into his bedroom.

How strange it was to be at Snape's house. Harry had thought that it would be much worse and that he'd loathe it more than anything but, truthfully, it wasn't so bad. It wasn't Hogwarts by any means but, he could visit Snape's library whenever he wanted (as long as he put back whatever he touched), and he was actually treated like .. a person - for the most part.

It was even better than Grimauld House, and for that Harry felt a bit guilty, after all, it hadn't been Sirius' fault that the house was utterly depressing. At least the Order could still use it for their headquarters.

With a sigh, Harry rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head to block out the moonlight that was brightly streaming in through the sheer curtains.

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"What the hell was that?" Snape shot up out of his bed, wand drawn, only to find that he was in his room alone. He'd heard something, he knew he had!

Padding softly, stealthily from his room, Snape walked across the bridge that connected his hallway to Potter's and he stopped outside of Harry's door. Yes! There it was again. Opening the door, slowly, and then hissing as it let out a loud creak, Severus peeped into Harry's bedroom and watched as the Boy Who Lived thrashed about in his bed, moaning loudly.

If he would just learn occlumency, Severus thought as he crept up to the bed.

"Potter," he said, intent on waking the boy so he could get back to his own sleep.

Harry moaned again, his face contorted and his body covered in a light sheen of sweat. The boy's arms suddenly darted out and wrapped around Snape’s' neck and before Snape could blink he found himself being pulled down onto the bed.

"POTTER!"

Harry's eyes flew open. "AH! SNAPE! WERE YOU TRYING TO GET IN MY BED?!"

Snape shot back, standing as far away from Harry as he could manage, his face deathly pale and livid. "I WASN'T TRYING TO DO ANYTHING! YOU TRIED TO PULL ME INTO YOUR BED! ISOLENT BRAT!" With that, Snape rushed from the room and slammed the door.

Harry stared at the door for several minutes. He’s going to kill me, for sure.

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The next morning, breakfast was a silent affair as the two men barely looked at each other. It seemed that both wanted to forget about the night before.

When they finished eating Severus and Harry rose from the table and walked into the foyer where Sterling waited with Snape's cloak. Harry and Snape walked to the apparation point just beyond the gates that fenced in Snape's property and once the gate door was latched behind them Snape turned to Harry and opened his arms.

Harry blinked at Snape. "What?"

Snape made a face that said he thought Harry was a hopeless fool. "You don't know how to apparate and Albus Dumbledore would have my head if I let you get splinched,” he explained, and then added in a mutter, "Not that you don't deserve it."

Glaring, Harry went into Snape's arms and wrapped them around the Potions Master's waist.

"Although, if you did get splinched it would earn me some brownie points with the Dark Lord," Snape added as he closed his arms around the young Mister Potter.

With a 'pop' the two men were gone and when they reappeared Severus quickly peeled himself from Harry and looked around the bustling streets. "Let's go get my supplies first, then I'll take you -"

Harry cut him off, "Sna-- Professor, I can easily walk myself around Diagon Alley."

Snape speared Harry with a look that said he clearly found the Gryffindor incapable of finding his way out of a closet, much less around the wizarding village.

Harry glared back. "I've managed to survive this long haven't I?"

Snape wrestled with the decision. "Fine, but meet me back here within an hour and be on time." The Death Eater swished off.

"Worse than Mrs. Weasley," Harry muttered as he turned and walked down the street to Gringotts bank.

After withdrawing a hefty amount, Harry's first stop was in a clothing store. Pants, some that actually fit, button-up shirts, some jeans, and a few t-shirts were the first things that went into Harry's bag. Harry then walked over to the robe shop and was quickly fitted for some new robes. Three black pairs of robes for Hogwarts only, and three of various colors for casual wear while he was staying at Snape’s.

Harry had changed clothes in Madam Malkin’s, putting on a new, sapphire green robe, but he still had several bags left to carry. If Snape had come along, I might have been able to persuade him to carry my bags. Harry laughed at the thought as he went into the magical creature shop and bought some treats for Hedwig.

His last stop was at the Quidditch supply store where he bought the latest magazine that followed all of the professional Quidditch matches. It seemed that the Chuddly Cannons were on a losing streak again. Poor Ron.

Jogging lightly, Harry made it back to his meeting place with Snape exactly on time, but of course, Snape was already standing there and waiting.

Snape looked down at the many bags in Harry's hand with a raised eyebrow as if to say 'Could you buy anything else?'

Harry shrugged and Snape once again opened his arms. Harry stepped into them, this time without any question.

We're definitely going to Floo next time, Snape thought acidly.

When they reappeared, Severus once again disentangled himself from Harry as quickly as possible, and without speaking, sauntered back up to the house, his black robes billowing around his feet.

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Two weeks later…

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Harry yawned loudly and stretched luxuriously as he woke slowly to the smell of breakfast being made. It was the most delicious smell in the world, primarily because he wasn't the one fixing it!

Rolling out of the bed, Harry padded to the adjoining bathroom and relieved himself first thing. His brow furrowed, however, when he experienced a light burning sensation. Shrugging it off, Harry dressed in a pair of jeans and one of the comfortable t-shirts that he'd bought, this time tossing a scarlet robe on over them.

Walking down to the dining room, Snape was already seated and waiting, just like every other morning since Harry had been at Snape Manor. It was odd, the companionship that the two men had found with one another. Their conversations were still as sarcastic and snarky as before, but in a sort of familiar, comfortable way.

"Late again Potter, am I going to have to start dragging you out of your bed each morning just so I can have a decent breakfast and then get to my work?" Severus sneered.

Harry snorted. "With you getting on up in years, Professor, I doubt that you'd have the strength to."

Both men tucked into their food after that and silence prevailed throughout the rest of the meal.

It seemed that they always finished their meals at the same time and Severus would once again remind Harry of the importance of staying inside, and Harry would, of course, remark on the fact that he's lasted almost seventeen years on his own. Then they would part, Snape to his dungeons, and Harry off to explore the vast manor.

It was around midday when Harry was passing back through the foyer, on his way to the kitchen for a butterbeer, when the urge to urinate hit him like a hippogriff. Harry sprinted off to the guest bathroom and hissed as the burning sensation that he'd experienced earlier that morning intensified tenfold. Harry put a hand on the wall to steady himself against the electrifying pain.

Something was terribly wrong and Harry knew it, but did he go to SNAPE and tell him that it hurt when he urinated? Gah, it sounds like I'm five and I don't know how to button my pants. Harry grumbled as he zipped up his pants, gently waddled out of the guestroom, and leaned against the wall in contemplation.

Well, he's a man, I think, so he's probably had this problem before, Harry reasoned with himself as he passed through the dining room, still waddling, and went in the direction that Snape headed off in every morning.

Taking the stairs at a painfully slow pace, Harry found himself in front of a door. I can't believe that I'm going to discuss my penis with Snape. It just doesn't get more humiliating than this. Harry cleared his throat, mustered his courage, and rapped at the door.

The door flew open and there was Snape, looking all dark and mysterious with the steam from the cauldrons billowing around him.

"What is it, Potter?”

"Erm, Professor, I .. I need to talk to you about .. a problem." Harry started, not exactly sure how to say what he needed to say.

Snape rolled his eyes, "And here I thought you came to see me to discuss the weather."

Harry glared at his professor. "I was, uh, peeing, and well, something's not right. I'm in a lot," he stressed the word vehemently, "of pain."

The Potions Master frowned. "You're not passing kidney stones are you?" was his first question as he motioned for Harry to enter his private workshop.

The Boy Who Lived passed by several steaming cauldrons until he came to the back of the remarkably well-furnished dungeon and took a seat on a low couch that was, against appearances, quite comfortable.

"When did the pain start?" Snape was all business without any snarky remarks, so far.

"Just this morning. It wasn't that bad before breakfast but just now I thought that ... well .. you know… It was going to fall off or something." Harry could feel that he was blushing.

That's a lovely blush. The thought froze Severus for a moment and his eyes, if possible, darkened even more. No, this was James Potter's son and Severus let the thought he'd had earlier slip from his mind, it was just the fact of being in a secluded dungeon all day and the other fact that he hadn't had sex in a while that was getting to him.

"Well, Potter, there's only one thing to do. I'm not taking you all the way to Hogwarts today so unzip your pants and let me see." Snape managed to keep a straight face while saying this, but he didn't manage to calm the frantic beating of his heart.

Harry's eyes widened instantly. "No way! I'll just .. suffer or wait until school starts back, you're not.... I am not taking off my pants in front of you!"

Snape smirked. "Potter, you don't have anything that I haven't seen before.... At least I hope not."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Snape and crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.

"Potter, the pants, now!" Snape barked, losing his patience.

"Fine! For the love of Merlin!" Harry muttered as he unzipped his pants and slid them down just far enough so that he was still partly covered.

With those long, pale fingers, Snape gently poked and prodded, all the while Harry fought down the erection that he felt coming on. The man's fingers were just so soft.

Snape himself could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears as he stared down at Harry Potter's cock which was, inevitably, starting to harden. Severus felt his own member answering the call and he cleared his throat to break the silence.

Bringing out his wand, Severus did something with it, Hermione would have known, but Harry simply remained silent, not trusting his own vocal cords.

When Snape was finished he stood up from where he'd been kneeling in front of Harry and nodded. "Well, it seems that your uncle left you a parting gift. A sexually transmitted gift."

Harry's mouth fell open as he tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Well, I'd kill the bastard, but, since I'm rather sure that he's already died, a rather slow death I might add, I suppose the only thing I can do is to mix you up a potion. Although I should make you mix it yourself, perhaps then you'd actually try, seeing as how you never do in class." Snape leered as he went over to an empty cauldron and began adding a wild mixture of things.

Harry watched Snape in amazement. The man was so sure and confident, his hands not hesitating for a second as he grabbed ingredients and sprinkled them into the cauldron and then poured a few drops of something in, and then added some scalding ginger brandy.

"Apparently you weren't the only person that Dursley was humping," Snape remarked as he stirred the contents in the cauldron.

"Sir could you .. not talk about it, please? I'd rather not think about it, ever." Harry said very quietly, his eyes diverted, wringing his hands in his lap.

Severus glanced up at Harry. "My apologies, I forgot that you were sensitive."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Sir, I've been wandering. I know that Professor McGonagall is around and everything and.. she is my Head of House, so why didn't Professor Dumbledore send her to retrieve me?" It'd been on Harry's mind ever since day one.

Snape simply shrugged his shoulders, something that Harry had never seen him do. "I don't know, Potter, I’ve long since given up comprehending Albus Dumbledore’s ulterior motives."

"But, wouldn't I be safer with Professor McGonagall? I mean, not because she's more powerful than you but, you have to be out on Death Eater business and such."

This time Snape met Harry's eyes. "Because Albus knows that I would never slip and let one of them get to you. I am the best spy the Order has, and, I'd say, the best at protecting things."

"Alright, it's ready." Snape declared as he took a ladle, poured some into a cup, and then cast a cooling charm on it so that it wouldn't scald Harry’s mouth.

Harry took the concoction and gratefully gulped it, ready for the burning pain to be gone! When the goblet was empty, Harry handed it back. "Hm, you should pass that out at parties, Professor, it doesn't taste that bad."

Snape merely grumbled something as he put the ladle back in the cauldron and cast a preserving charm over the entire work.

"Professor, can I ask you something?"

"Since it seems that you are intent on playing 20 questions, sure why not." The sarcasm bit through the air.

"What happens if I freeze in front of Voldemort the way I did in front of you the other night?" Harry pondered, his voice slightly soft. It was the first time Severus had ever heard Harry speak of the upcoming, inevitable battle with Lord Voldemort.

"You won't. When pushed into a corner certain reflexes take over the body that we seldom know we have. Anyway, it's as you keep reminding me, you've escaped from the Dark Lord six times now, so I suppose you'd better hope that your luck holds out for a seventh."

Harry rubbed a hand on his leg, feeling relieved as the pain began to subside. "Will you teach me?"

Snape's eyebrows raised. "Teach you what exactly?"

"To fight, like a Death Eater. If I plan on participating in this war I'd better know how to fight right? I mean, I know all of the curses that are in our Dark Arts books but that's the legal stuff, I doubt that when I'm standing in front of a Death Eater he's going to be throwing jelly-legged hexes at me," Harry reasoned.

Snape chewed on his lower lip, also something Harry had never seen him do, as he contemplated the request. "I'll see what Dumbledore says, but I agree to these lessons, they will not go as the occlumency lessons went. You will listen to what I say and do exactly what I say or I'll not even bother with it and you can get your fool head blown off."

At that moment, Sterling appeared, looking mildly surprised that Harry was in Snape's private dungeons, "Lunch is served Master Snape," he looked to Harry and added reluctantly, "Mister Harry."

"Thank you Sterling."

The creature bowed and left. Harry rose from the couch. "Why does Sterling act like he doesn't like me?"

"Ah, for once someone doesn't like Harry Potter,” Snape said smirking. "Actually, he's kin to Kreacher and house elves have a funny way of looking out for their relatives, no matter how distant."

Harry threw his hands in the air. "Great, so now I've got to watch my back around the manor as well."

Snape barked out a laugh, "Don't get your knickers in a wad, Potter, I've given Sterling strict orders that he is to obey what you tell him and that he is to do no harm to you while you are staying in this manor."

"Well, I guess now I can sleep with at least one eye closed tonight." Harry conceded as he led the way out of the dungeons, followed behind by a very amused Snape who just happened to look up in time to see Harry Potter’s backside disappearing up the stairs.

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Snape lay looking up at the ceiling as lightning occasionally lit his room and made the shadows recede. The Potions Master always liked it when it stormed. The quiet of the night was suddenly disrupted by the soft rumbling of thunder. To Snape, storms were calming and he eagerly welcomed this one on as another flash of lightning lit up the bedroom.

In the other hallway, however, Harry was curled up beneath his covers, his eyes squeezed shut against the lightning that crept into his room. Each rumble of thunder grew a little louder and Harry began to hum the Hogwarts school song in his head to try and block out the noise.

It was becoming impossible, however, as the thunder grew so loud that Harry was sure he felt the manor tremble. Behind his eyelids, Harry could see the night that he and Cedric had been portkeyed to the graveyard. He could see in the darkness the way everything was suddenly illuminated by the green light of the Advada Kedavra. Then Cedric’s shocked face flashed before his eyes.

When the next flash of lightning illuminated the room Harry bolted out of his bed, grabbed his wand, and quickly padded across the bridge that led to Snape's hallway. Harry stood in front of it for a long moment, poised and alert as he listened in the silence of the hallway, wondering if something even now was making its way toward him down the dark hall.

Knock, knock.

Severus frowned, was he hearing things? Had someone just knocked on his bedroom door?
Taking his wand from under his pillow, Severus slid out of bed and quietly crept over to his door. Peeking it open just a bit he sighed when he saw that it was Harry. "What is it this time Potter?"

Harry's knuckles were white from clutching his wand. "It's the storm, I … He is all that I can see when I close my eyes."

"Who?" Snape questioned.

"Cedric...Voldemort." Harry shook his head because the image of Cedric lifeless on the ground always morphed into the hideous creature that came forth from the cauldron as Lord Voldemort.

Snape stepped aside with a sigh. "Come in."

Harry obeyed, stepping out of the dark hallway and feeling his body relax a bit with relief to be safe in the room with Snape. Safe with Snape, that’s a new one.

"Are you afraid of the dark, Potter?" Snape sneered.

"No, just afraid of the unknown." The answer was serious and sobering and for once Severus couldn't feel glorified about his sneering remark.

The two men stood in silence until the room lit with the pale purple of the lightning. In that flash of light, Severus could see the fear on Harry's face, although the boy was trying hard not to show it or give Snape the satisfaction of seeing it.

"Sit." Snape commanded.

Harry sat tentatively down on the edge of Snape's bed and looked up at his professor, wondering what he was going to say to make this situation better, because, over the last few days that Harry had been with Snape, it seemed that whenever he had a problem, Snape solved it.

"Clear your mind," Snape said simply, thinking that Harry should be able to do this on his own, but then, the boy hadn't taken time to properly learn occlumency.

Harry shut his eyes and concentrated on clearing his mind, but the more he concentrated and worked on clearing his mind, the more things he seemed to think of. Like the way Snape had touched him earlier, and the way he always held his pinkie up while drinking from his goblet at breakfast.

These thoughts Harry cast into the darkest corner of his mind, he certainly didn't have time to dwell on them, and then he felt another presence in his mind. Snape. The man's presence was calming and Harry felt his body and mind relaxing. Apparently, Snape could use occlumency for other purposes besides torturing Harry with the humiliation of going through his memories.

Harry felt hands on his shoulders, guiding him down onto the bed as the hands stopped and then tucked his legs under the blanket. The pillow was so soft and all that Harry could find in his mind to think about was how nice and peaceful he felt, and then, he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Severus sighed as he looked down at the student who occupied the left side of his nice large bed. He’s going to be the death of me.
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