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Proof of Life	By : emilywaters Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 65668 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Entrapment, part 2

Severus and Harry took the Floo to Spinner's End.

As soon as they arrived, Harry released Severus' hand and went to work, examining the house for any sign of tampering or malicious spells. Severus began to unpack, which wasn't a difficult task, as he had brought very little with him. Some books and notes and a few Pot Noodle snacks – he was hoping his stay at Spinner's End would be brief.

Harry stopped by the kitchen, saw the cups of dehydrated noodles and smiled wistfully, probably remembering them having those while camping in the search for the Resurrection Stone. Severus returned his smile this time, suddenly overcome with nostalgia for the recent past, when life seemed much simpler, somehow.

Things had changed since then. People around them were disappearing, Severus thought ruefully. He'd barely noticed Lucius' passing, but a chill ran down his spine when he remembered Draco's departure. And, even though none of the Light Brigade mentioned the possibility, the mere thought of potential casualties in the upcoming confrontation sickened him.

Severus shoved the pile of notes aside and stood up, walking to the window. It wasn't quite dark yet, but the daylight was beginning to wane. Severus stared at the wet earth covered with fallen leaves and smiled in spite of himself, noticing a small rook hopping on the ground.

"He looks like the one we saw in my yard," Harry said, coming up behind him. Harry's chin rested on Severus shoulder.

"Harry, they're rooks. They all look alike," Severus pointed out.

"No, this one looks just like you. All dark and serious, ruffled up and bristly."

Severus twitched his shoulder, shrugging Harry's chin off. "There's absolutely no need to be insulting."

"I don't think he minds the comparison," Harry teased. Severus turned around to see the saddest of smiles crossing Harry's lips. Severus smiled as well, wanting to do something to reassure Harry and not knowing how to do so.

"I'm going to ask Ron to get his Aurors to camp out in the abandoned houses next to yours," Harry said. "It wouldn't hurt to have some additional surveillance, just in case the..."

"No," Severus said sharply, cutting off Harry before he could finish the sentence.

"Why not?" Harry demanded instantly. "It'd be insane not to take advantage of that!"

"Because," Severus said with dwindling patience, "for all we know, the Underground might be watching the house already. If so, the sound of crowds of Aurors Apparating into the neighbourhood will most certainly tip them off, and the entire enterprise will be pointless. This isn't open for debate, Potter," Severus added sharply, seeing that Harry was about to start objecting again. "Are you done with your inspection?"

"Hm, not quite. Another half an hour or so."

"Fine. Get on with it."

Harry continued with his work. Time seemed to be moving at snail's pace as far as Severus was concerned; he was eager for Harry to leave and the countdown to the final confrontation to begin. But Harry was taking his time, working slowly and thoroughly, as if trying to delay the inevitable.

By the time Harry was done, Severus had already gone to bed. He didn't undress, just stretched out on top of the bed covers and shut his eyes. He doubted he'd get any sleep, but he still intended to rest.

The bed inclined slightly when Harry sat on the edge of it, taking Severus' hand in his.

"So? What's the verdict? No monsters under my bed?" Severus asked with mock seriousness. The teasing seemed to go over Harry's head.

"No. Everything is fine. As long as you remain inside, you'll be safe." Harry squeezed his hand. "I've also reconfigured the Floo to allow only members from the Light Brigade to come in."

"Good." Harry's fingers were rigid in his, and Severus could sense Harry's tension mounting. He himself felt just as anxious, and just barely able to keep his anxiety in check.

"You should go now," Severus said.

"Maybe I should stay with you. Just in case..."

Severus opened his eyes and stared at Harry. "We still don't know how much of the Ministry the Underground have infiltrated. Chances are, they're able to monitor the Floo network. If you remain here and they know it, they'll suspect a trap and back off."

Harry sighed one more time and stretched out to lie on the bed next to Severus. Severus fully expected another argument, but Harry remained quiet, just stroking Severus' face, brushing the hair off his eyes and finally, cupping his chin and closing in for a kiss.

Severus kissed back absently. Could be the last time: the thought crossed his mind briefly, but Severus pushed it away. He knew all too well that the battle with the Underground could easily end in dismal failure – but it didn't make sense to be dwelling on that at the moment.

Not while Harry continued to kiss him, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, sliding his hands down Severus' chest, touching him, holding him.

This time Severus could swear he felt the actual magic of the bond, a small, unobtrusive tingling radiating from Harry's fingertips where they came in contact with his skin. Pleasure blossomed at the points of contact, radiating outwards, washing over him. All anxiety gone just like that, there was nothing but pure joy, untainted by the uncertainty they were facing.

Harry must have sensed something as well.

"I can feel it," he whispered. "Can you?"

"Yes." There was no point in denying it.

"Do you mind it much?" Harry asked.

Severus shook his head.

He knew that it was the same type of magic that had run through the Dark Marks since long before Harry's time; the magic that compelled, directed and bound one to the other; but this particular manifestation of it felt so different that Severus could barely credit it. But somehow, when it came to Harry, everything was different.

"I don't mind it," he murmured. His eyes still closed, he reached for Harry and grasped his sides, guiding him to sit on top. He felt Harry straddling his hips, leaning forward for another kiss.

He found himself reaching for Harry's trousers to unbutton them, eager for more – more contact, more friction, more – anything. It was just like the first time – innocent, mindless, carefree. Harry's member grew hard in his hand in a matter of seconds.

They clung to each other and thrust against each other, Severus lifting his hips rhythmically, Harry pressing into him with every thrust. The orgasm took him by surprise, and Severus barely felt the drops of Harry's release on his belly before Harry collapsed on top of him and kissed him one more time.

He wouldn't have minded staying like this for a while longer, but Harry shifted and rolled off of him, stretching out by his side. Severus continued to lie with his eyes closed, listening to nothing but the sound of Harry's breathing, and his own.

Harry's hands traced Severus' sides with absentminded gentleness.

The lingering aches from yesterday's injuries faded into nothing under Harry's touch. Severus half suspected that it wasn't just pain relief; it seemed that some sort of healing had taken place – as if Harry's magic had reached deep into his flesh, knitting all the broken and torn parts of him back together, making him more whole and more alive than he ever remembered feeling.

Harry's finger circled a small scar on Severus' side. Severus knew it to be different from the whip marks on his back, but couldn't help but glance down at where Harry's finger rested.

"This one's different," Harry said. "Looks like a stab wound."

"It is." Severus sighed slightly. "That was in the beginning," he explained, feeling oddly detached from what he was saying – as if what he was remembering had little to do with him. "One of my captors kept trying to get me to open my mouth, so he... well, you get the idea. I refused, he didn't insist. He just stabbed me, ejaculated into the wound and left."

For a brief moment, Harry seemed frozen next to him. Severus reached for his shoulder and squeezed it, wondering if he'd said too much.

Harry was still quiet and Severus opened his eyes to study his face. Harry's expression didn't hold any of the usual gentle concern or tenderness. He just gave Severus a quick angry, determined look.

"You were right, you know," Harry said finally. "We can't have this hanging over our heads any longer – these... vultures just circling our home. Let's finish this now."

"Yes," Severus agreed peacefully, relieved no end by Harry's words. "You should leave."

Harry gave him a curt nod and sat up in bed. Severus watched absently as Harry buttoned up his shirt and jumped off the bed.

"Play it safe and stay alive," Harry said. "We'll be here as soon as they attack. Stay inside the house. I mean it."

Harry walked out of the bedroom without saying goodbye or looking back, as if afraid that he might change his mind should he do so. Severus heard him take the Floo and depart home.

When Harry was gone, Severus stood up and got dressed, then walked downstairs.

In the sitting room he paced for a short while before stopping to lean against the wall. He thought he could physically feel the magic of the house wards running in the decrepit structure of the house, an infinitely thin invisible barrier, keeping him safe – for now.

The street was quiet. There was no wind, no beating of the tree branches against the window. It seemed like the world itself was holding its breath in the anticipation of what was about to come.

He wondered how long it would be until things would come into motion. If his guess – the only one he hadn't shared with Harry – was accurate, it'd take less than an hour. Not much time, but more than enough to do one last thing.

Severus walked into the kitchen, sat down at the kitchen table, opened his old Herbology notes and took out his wand.

To Be Continued
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