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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30487 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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Harry fidgeted in the chair. While brave only just the moment before, he now was terrified to death.

Snape sat in front of him, going over the counter spell for a last time. He wanted to make sure everything was correct before he began. The dark haired Potions Master looked up at Harry with a grim expression.

"...the process will more than likely be painful. If not, then a slight uncomfortable feeling will occur as I...as the book says, touch your magic core. Don't be a Griffindor and panic, just sit still and let the process take place."

Harry matched the grim expression of his ex-Professor. "I was already prepared for that, Sna-sir. Chances are that I might be too strong or our cores won't sync properly. Even if that wasn't the case, it's still a possibility that it will be painful in general. I mean, you are pretty much taking my whole being, ripping it apart, pulling out all the right pieces, and gluing it back together." He shrugged.

Draco and Snape could only look at him. To calmly say that he was practically going to die, it shocked both of them. Then again, Harry has been facing death since age eleven...till only a few months ago.

And people wonder why he decided not to become an Auror. For seven years straight he's faced things that most Aurors could only dream about their whole lives. And if it wasn't because of the fact that the life of an Auror would be boring, then it was simply because hes had enough of facing danger every single fucking day of his life. He only wanted to live a normal life.

Well, as normal as it can get for the defeater of the Dark Lord. Harry thought to himself before letting his mind go completely blank; Snape was ready. To clear his mind became easier after he 'died' sacrificing himself for Voldemort. Occlumency came easier to him too. That whole 'experience is the best teacher' thing came in to play while fighting Voldemort.

"Are you ready?" Harry nodded to Snape. "Brace yourself...Legillimens Maximus."

Harry flew back hard into his chair as pain flooded his body. He screwed his eyes shut. It felt as if someone hit him with a Crucio; instead of fiery hot needles cutting into his skin, it felt as if the needles pierced straight through and were cutting at his very soul.

Very vaguely he heard Draco gasp behind him and start screaming at Snape. "What are you doing?! Stop it, Severus you are hurting him!"

Snape didn't-couldn't respond. He hunched over himself, concentrating on Harry. Every few seconds or so, his body shook in pain as Harry's magic lashed out at him; desperate to protect its master.

Harry could feel Snape in his mind, could feel his pain, and tried to hold on to his magic. He could feel its confusion as if it was saying why are you stopping me? Later, Harry would look back at this time and be amazed at his new found ability to-to feel his own magic. Not as a thing that he controlled with some words and a swish of his wand, but as a person. As a part of himself that continuously wanted to appease him.

Harry's magic allowed Snape to delve deeper into him (heh heh heh). It shied away as he reached its heart; timidly reaching out as Snape...talked?...to it. The pain lessened slightly as Snape spoke to Harry's core...Or at least it felt as if he were talking to it. That was the only word that came to Harry as he felt Snape contact his magic.

Suddenly, an intense pain shot through Harry's body; he screamed and arched his back at an almost inhuman angle. His magic began to unravel in his body as Snape, who had fallen on the floor, recited the spell. The goal was for Snape to stay in contact with Harry's core long enough to locate the curse and brake it, the whole time repeatedly saying the counter spell.

As abruptly as it appeared, the pain went away; Harry fell to the floor beside Snape. It seemed Snape found the curse and was attempting to break it. Harry panted heavily as he sat in peace for the first time since they began.

Again, Harry's back arched agonizingly as the pain returned in force; this time directly in his chest straight down to his belly button. He dimly realized Draco was there holding him in a cool embrace. A few words registered through his pain filled haze.

"Harry...Harry. I am... so sorry. It...okay... end soon. Will not...do again...do not...on me."

The words were lost as the pain intensified and Harry let out a bloodcurdling scream. Sweat and tears ran down his face as he sobbed; silently praying for it to end...

And then...it was all over. The pain disappeared almost as if it wasn't there in the first place. A soothing, calm feeling rushed through Harry as his magic healed him; begging to be forgiven be its master. Magic that still felt the same...or not. It felt stronger...colder-no, not colder...But similar, reminding Harry of winter days when the sun fought the heavy, overcast clouds and its cold warmth heated his body as the bitter winter wind brushed against him in its cold embrace.

Slowly, Harry's senses returned to him. He first realized the slightly musky scent that was Draco's distinct cologne. Next, he felt the softness of Draco's wings wrapped around his body...and a cold wetness that seemed to appear from nowhere on his face. He carefully opened his eyes and immediately recognized Draco's tear-stained face. He tried to sit up, but the Draco held him down.

"You cannot sit up yet, Harry,"he whispered. "You went through a lot just now. You need rest."

"Where's Snape?" Harry croaked out.

Draco looked up and Harry followed his gaze. Only two feet or so Harry laid Snape, curled up on his side and panting hard. Alarmed, Harry sat up; ignoring Draco and the pain shooting through his body-which by the way was nothing compared to the excruciating pain he felt earlier-and crawled to Snape.

"Snape."he croaked out softly. "Snape...get up. Come on. If I can get up, you can to." He laid a hand on Snape's arm and shook the man gently. Two obsidian orbs blinked up at him. Snape shifted beneath Harry's and the Potions Master sat up slowly; Harry's hand still on his arm.

"Boy..." he rasped, his voice nearly the complete opposite than its usual silky smooth depth. "I see it worked then. You lack the inanity air that usually surrounds a Potter."

Harry winced slightly, looking down before flicking his eyes back up into Snape's. The man's eyes were not filled with hostility or hate, as they used to. But neither were they filled with warmth exactly...Actually, they betrayed no emotion on how Snape felt, other than the obvious pain from what just happened only moments before.

"Alright, alright. Enough of that. You both need sleep and you will go. To. Sleep. Now." Draco had risen and was now glaring down his nose at the duo, concern filled in his eyes. "Up. Now. I will not tolerate excuses. You both need rest."

Harry had no excuses or complaints as he already felt bone tired and thought of nothing more than to lie down in a warm, fluffy bed with soft blankets. The thought made him moan and he rose a tad to quickly; bumping into Snape, who had risen at a slower pace.

"Dammit, boy. I see you are still as inept as ever." The pain and weariness made Snape snappier than usual and Harry was quick to move out of his way.

He stumbled to his room; collapsing on the bed without removing his outer robes. Before his head hit the pillow, the raven haired man was asleep.

Upon waking up, Harry groaned loudly. Everything ached. He tried opening his eyes but closed them again with a violent curse. Everything seemed brighter and almost blinded him.

Keeping his eyes closed, Harry rolled over and sat up. A sharp pain vibrated throughout his body, making him clench his jaw in pain, but he ignored it. It was nothing compared to the pain from...earlier?

I don't think pain will ever affect me in the same way again...not even a Crucio could compare. Harry sighed. No matter what he did, fate made sure his life was as weird as possibly possible. Fate couldn't leave it at being the Boy Who Lived, noooooo. Fate had to take it a step further and make him the most hypocritical thing in the world: Defeater of Voldemort a.k.a son of the Dark Lord's most loyal Death Eater...other than Lestrange, her name says it all; I mean, come Lestrange?

Shaking his head, Harry banished the thoughts and attempted to open his eyes again. Slowly cracking one eye open, Harry sighed in relief. Sitting up changed his angle from the window from which the blinding sunlight streamed from; Harry could properly open his eyes without being completely blinded.

Looking down, he realized that someone-probably Draco-changed him into pajamas and tucked him in, if the blankets bunched around him were anything to go by. He looked around his room, everything looked the same...but...not. Everything seemed...vibrant? No, more like...alive?

But that doesn't make any sense Harry thought, scrunching up his face in confusion. Standing up on wobbly knees, Harry made his way to the bathroom. He felt...dirty. The thin layer of sweat was still clinging to his skin, or at least that's how he felt. Everything felt different: the soft cotton of his pajamas felt like silk, the supple carpet under his feet felt as soft as a newborn pup's fur, even the air felt soft against his skin.

Harry was curious as to what the water beating on his skin would feel like. What if it hurts? he paused in the doorway. Then he shrugged, kicking the door shut and pulling off his shirt simultaneously. He shimmied out of his bottoms and pants, already gazing longingly at the shower that promised cleansing water.

He was so focused on the shower that he almost missed the flash of...something as he passed the mirror. Backtracking, Harry tore his gaze away from the window to focus on his reflection in the mirror. Then he promptly released a bonafide Scream Queen shriek.

What the fuck happened to me.

I apologize: I accidentally put this story as a Drarry, but now I fixed it. It is now rightfully labeled as a Snarry, again I'm sorry
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