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Rescue Me	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30447 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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OOC: I was informed by a reviewer that thunder/lightening storms are rare in the UK... I never knew that! I find that fasincating! I also find it strangely fitting for this story, however, as it would take something as rare as a thunderstorm in the UK to get Harry and Snape in the same bed! :)

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Severus, who was accustomed to waking slowly, was abruptly woken when two arms wound their way around his chest and hugged him closely. The man froze and peered over his shoulder at a sleeping Potter. Whoa there! Severus thought as something poked him in the lower back.
"Potter, get off me!!" He barked in outrage as he tried to squirm out of the boy's arms, surprised by the strength that he felt in them.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and he peered sleepily down at Snape and then yelped once he realized that his arms were around his professor, holding Snape's body against his own.
"You were on my side of the bed!" Harry accused with a scathing glare.
Snape rolled his eyes, "You forget, Potter, that it's my bed and you were only in it because you acted like a child over a storm. Now get out!" Harry was promptly thrown out of the room with the door slammed behind him.
Harry sighed and stretched his hands over his head, "The start to another great day."
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The two men had both had their showers and were seated at the table waiting for their breakfast. Fingers drumming on the table, Harry thought back to earlier when his morning erection had been pressed into Severus' backside. Bet he got a surprise out of that. Harry thought with a snicker.
"Something funny Potter?" Snape questioned.
"Yeah, just thought of something funny, that's all." Harry answered although he was still laughing.
When the food was brought out into the Dining Room where they waited, Sterling handed a letter to Harry and then walked sulkily out of the room. Harry shared a glance with Severus before looking down at the letter and recognizing the Hogwarts seal. Opening it he found that it was Dumbledore's loopy writing which scrawled across the parchment.
"Floo to my office at 9:15, the line will be open.
~Albus Dumbledore"
That was simply all the letter said and Harry frowned, what could the Headmaster want? And why did Dumbledore insist upon being so blasted mysterious about everything?
"What is it Potter?" Snape questioned as he speared sausages and put them onto his plate.
"A letter, from Dumbledore, telling me to floo to his office at 9:15, but it doesn't say why." Harry took his wand out of the pocket of the burgundy robe that he wore, and tapped it onto the parchment.
Harry looked up at the clock over the mantle in the dining room and sighed. It was 9:14 exactly.
"Well, I guess I'd better get going then." The boy said simply before throwing his napkin into his plate and walking over to the fireplace where a pot of Floo powder sat on the mantle. Taking a pinch he tossed it into the flames and watched them turn green. "I hate Flooing." He grumbled before stepping in to the fire and whirling out of sight.
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Albus Dumbledore sat, head bowed, as he thought about the information that he'd been given. It seemed that an ancient wizard mating ritual had been wandered upon by Nymphadora Tonks. It simply stated that if the ritual (which was different than a marriage) was carried out there were certain magical benefits that accompanied the mating.
When Harry Potter practically fell from his fireplace, Dumbledore pasted on a smile and motioned for him to take a seat, "Please, sit Harry. Lemon drop, or tea?" He questioned.
Harry waved both, even though his stomach protested since he hadn't had a chance to eat breakfast, "No thank you, Professor."
Dumbledore smiled, "So how are your living arrangements with Professor Snape going?" The man questioned curiously.
The Gryffindor shrugged, "Alright I guess, better than the Dursley's at least."
That took the smile from Dumbledore's face, "Harry I am truly sorry about that entire situation. I should have been keeping a closer eye on things, and I want you to know that if you ever need anything you're always welcome in my office."
Harry smiled tightly, "Thank you Professor Dumbledore."
"Now, what I wanted to discuss with you is some information that Nymphadora wandered upon and brought to me. Here, read this." Dumbledore passed an ancient textbook, that looked to be in need of repair, over to Harry with a large paragraph highlighted.
Harry read down through the information, wishing that he had Hermione there to read it and give her thoughts as well. "And you're sure that this will increase my powers in the final battle against Voldemort?"
Dumbledore nodded gravely.
I need this. Harry didn't exactly like bonding with someone for the reason of power but neither did he want to find himself on the receiving end of an AK.
"How much time do I have to decide?" Harry questioned.
"You should find someone by the time the school term starts back, then you will be able to train with this new power under the guidance of the Hogwarts staff." Dumbledore reasoned.
Harry nodded, feeling weighed down and stretched thin with the decisions he was being asked to make. He wanted the opportunity to be carefree, for once, but with a resigned sigh he knew that until Voldermort was dead he had no chance of a normal life, "May I take this book with me?"
"Of course. Contact me if you need me."
Harry tucked the book under his arm and walked back to the fireplace, not evening bothering to bid the Headmaster farewell as he tossed in a pinch of Floo and swirled his way back to Snape Manor.
Upon falling out of the fireplace, again, Harry found that Snape was still seated at the table, which was in itself a rarity because he always high-tailed it down to the dungeon when he was finished eating.
"So, Potter, what did the Headmaster want?" Snape questioned with a curious sniff, obviously trying to act as if he wasn't very interested.
Harry opened the book to the highlighted page and placed it in front of his professor before flopping himself back down in his usual seat and helping himself to the breakfast that had been left on the table for him.
With satisfaction, Harry watched the Potions Master's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he read the highlighted paragraph of information, "This is what Albus wants you to do?"
"So it would seem." Harry said around a sigh.
Snape rolled his eyes at the entire ordeal, obviously finding it ridiculous, "I'm sure the mob of mindless twits at Hogwarts will be throwing themselves at you. Being picked by the glorious," the word practically dripped with sarcasm, "Boy Who Lived earns one a certain popularity in the wizarding world."

Harry's jaw clenched as he studied Snape, wondering what drove the twisted man to purposefully fling that up in his face. He'd already considered how hard it would be to find someone who wanted to be with him for a reason other than the fact that his name was Harry Potter.
As if sensing the awkward tension that his comment had created, Snape looked uncharacteristically fidgety and asked, "How long as Albus given you to decide?"
"If I go through with this I have to pick someone before the school term starts back." Harry wolfed down some eggs, although now his stomach was protesting the food since it was tied in knots over the decisions he was having to make.

The Slytherin seemed to think about the matter for a moment before dismissing it, after all, Potter always managed to land on his feet, and usually he ended up with more fame and glory than before.
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"You want him to WHAT?" Remus thundered in outrage at the idea that Albus Dumbledore was suggesting. "This is the most ridiculous idea that you've ever had Albus!" The werewolf exclaimed, pacing the Headmaster's office.
"Remus do you want him to survive this final battle or not? He has the power on his own to defeat the Dark Lord, but I'm not sure that he can do it and survive." Dumbledore's periwinkle eyes followed the pacing form of the werewolf.
Remus sighed as he ended up in front of Dumbledore's desk, "Is there someone in particular that you're hoping Harry will choose?"
Dumbledore nodded, "As a matter of fact, there is."
"Who?"
"Severus Snape."
The color of Remus' face went from white to a bright pink in a heartbeat, "SNAPE?! He's a Death Eater!! He's way too old for Harry and... and... Bloody hell, Albus, it's SNAPE!"
"Spy, he's a spy Remus, and yes he is older than Harry but do you want the boy to survive when he faces Voldemort? Harry has sacrificed enough for this world without having to sacrifice himself as well." Dumbledore declared and for the first time since Remus had known him the Headmaster looked downright angry.
Remus took a deep breath, paced a little more and then turned back to Dumbledore, "Would Snape take care of him? There's a lot of bad blood there."
"I won't guarantee that there will be fireworks and love, but if Severus agreed to the bonding I am positive that he would do everything in his power to take care of and protect Harry." Dumbledore would stake his life on it.
The werewolf studied the face of Dumbledore for a long silent moment before finally agreeing, "Fine, then I'll help you try to steer Harry in Snape's direction."

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