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Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before	By : estherkolbe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 13893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Good god, the last days were horrible. For those of you who do not know yet, they changed the script the site is running on and we all need to validate our accounts. Needless to say I had problems with that and it took me until today to figure it out. The problem with the formatting is due to the change in script but I have corrected the last chapter. I will correct the others when I have time. By the way, I have a live journal where I am going to collect my stories and post news ones, especially drabbles, one shots and new chapters. If you want to check it out the link is on my profile page. Just click my name and you should get there. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for your patience.

40. Checking on Harry

Living in the house he had shared with Severus felt dreadful now that he was no longer around. The silence choked him and he had trouble keeping up with the house work but then he stopped caring.

He had lost more weight in the last three weeks and had saved himself the trouble of washing his hair or taking showers. A simple cleaning and shaving spell took care of the basics, he did not care either way.

Hermione had visited the day after Severus left, telling him that he had moved into an apartment in Cardiff that he owned. He had never told Harry about it but there were so many things they had never talked about that it did not surprise him.

After another restless night he had dragged himself out of bed bumming around the couch and he tried to motivate himself to eat something. He could honestly not say if it was morning or noon, the sun was shining so it was day. A knock on the door halted that discussion and he prayed whoever it was would go away.

“Harry mate, are you home?” Ron, great. Keeping silent he heard the redhead shuffling around the front door until his steps could be heard when he left.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep but he was wide awake. It must have been a couple of hours later when the fireplace flared to live.

“Harry my boy, are you home?” Dumbledore.

Staying silent he hoped the elder wizard would leave him alone but then he stumbled out of the fireplace.

Looking around he hid his concern or disgust if he felt any and walked over to sit down in Severus' arm chair.

“Your friends are worried about you.”

Shrugging Harry turned onto his side keeping his eyes on the headmaster. There was no way of telling what that crazy man would´do if he deemed it necessary.

“I am fine.”

Raising one eye brow Dumbledore let his gaze drift through the room, over the empty food boxes, the cans of soda Harry had left on the ground.

“When was the last time you cleaned up here?”

This time Harry ignored him maybe then he would get the message and leave like everybody else had. Fat chance for that.

“Don't you want to know how Severus is doing?”

Instantly Harry's green eyes snapped back to the elder wizard who smiled happily, obviously having found something to get his attention.

“As you may know he moved to Cardiff into an old apartment that once belonged to me. I offered him the chance to return to Hogwarts but he refused. I hear very little from him but now and then I check up on him. What happened?”

Closing his eyes Harry successfully fought against some tears that threatened to spill.

“He left.”

“I can see that Harry but why? That is so unlike the Severus I know, he usually is fiercely loyal. And with your physical state I wonder what happened to keep him away.”

“I don't want to talk about it,” Harry stated emotionless.

“At least in that you are the same opinion.” He sighed. “Harry, you are wasting away here when you have a perfect life to live. Maybe write Severus a letter to get things straight again. You are both suffering and it is not doing any of you any good.”

“I think about it,” Harry said just so the man would leave him alone. “And I am tidying up. Happy?”

Now Dumbledore looked relieved and rose from the couch. “Splendid. I expect you for tea tomorrow, after lunch.” Harry wanted to object but the elder wizard was having none of it. “That is not negotiable.”

When he was gone Harry stared against the wall so long that he fell asleep. He awoke from a general feeling of sickness and wanted to get up to make it to the toilet when the worst tremor bolted through his body, causing him to moan with pain.

It was much longer than any tremor he had so far and once it was over he wanted to get up but failed. He was still sick and he absolutely needed to make it to the toilet, he would not throw up here.

But he was helpless and then he felt his stomach up-heaving and he got rid of the toast he had for lunch this morning. It was disgusting, his inability to help himself and he rolled down the couch to try to crawl somewhere but had no energy for it.

Tears were now running down his cheeks and he curled up into a tight ball wishing to die.

He had no sense of time but then the fireplace flared to life and Dumbledore's voice could be heard.

“Harry my boy have you forgotten our tea time?” When he got no answer he said something softly obviously to somebody that was with him. It was silent for a moment but then he could hear somebody using the floo to stand in the middle of the living room.

Since he was on the other side of the couch they could not see him and he wanted to make them aware that he was here and needed help, when the voice he heard next made him sick.

“What happened here Albus?” Severus. Closing his eyes he prayed to whomever was listening that they would leave, sparing him the disgrace of having to face them like this.

“I told you the boy was neglecting everything but you insisted he would be coming out of this stronger, more confident.”

“Albus, had I known my house looked like this...” He sighed. “Who was checking on the boy?”

“Checking on Harry?” Dumbledore sounded surprised.

Severus growled in his throat. “Yes somebody who made sure he took his potions and kept his appointments with the physiowizards. Whoever it was did a lousy job, apparently.”

“Severus, there was nobody who looked after the boy. I was here yesterday and he seemed all right but whenever some of his friends visited him he did not open the door.”

“I beg you pardon?” Severus sounded pissed. “You are telling me the boy was left here all alone? He could be dead by now! Harry needs to take his potions or his health will deteriorate.”

He heard steps coming closer and tried to make himself invisible.

“Harry where are you?” Severus asked and when he got no answer he stepped over into the kitchen to peer inside. “Could he be out? Visiting somebody?”

Dumbledore crossed the room. “I have no idea I am afraid. He did not appear very social in the last weeks.”

Keeping his eyes closed Harry hoped they would leave so that he could wallow in self pity but no luck.

“Harry, where are-” Severus started bur inhaled harshly when he noticed his lover on the ground. “Oh god, Harry!” In seconds he was on the ground next to him frantically checking his pulse. “Thank god he is alive.”

“I am going to alert the hospital,” Dumbledore said as he disappeared into the fireplace.

“Harry can you hear me?” Severus sounded desperate as he cradled his body in his warm arms. The tender touch caused some more tears to roll down his cheeks, reminding Harry what he had lost. A warm finger brushed them away. “Harry please open your eyes.”

Slowly he did but could not see much without his glasses and the tears in the way. He wanted to say something but another wave of nausea washed through his stomach.

“Hush, do not try to speak,” Severus said quietly. “Everything is going to be all right when we get you to the hospital. Just stay with me.”

So he kept quiet being cradled into strong arms and when they wanted to float him away he clang to Severus' body scared of letting go.

Dribble tried to convince him to let them transport him but he resisted and then Severus rose, lifting Harry into the air. He snuggled into his warm chest, the beating of Severus' heart comforting.

In the hospital they began to prod him, forcing him to take one potion after another and he would have resisted, had not Severus been by his side, not letting go of his hand. One of those potions must have been a sleeping potion because he drifted into the first dreamless sleep in weeks.

Well you know what they say, you have to hit rock bottom before it gets better. Tell me what you think!
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