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ABCs of the Wizarding World	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5031 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: In this chapter/story, Dobby is alive. Also, this is the Sequel to E is for Emergency.
F is for Fatigue

Harry hobbled over to the couch and barely made it there before he collapsed onto it. His eyes slid shut without a thought. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out when he heard the floo activate. His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn’t even bother to care if an enemy had managed to breach his wards.
Harry groaned when a cold hand clamped down on his forehead. He whimpered in protest, but calmed when he heard a familiar voice.
“Be still, Potter. Great Salazar, you are a troublesome fool. It has only been a week since your release from the hospital,” the voice sniped at him.
Harry whimpered as the hand slid down to check his pulse via his neck.
“S…or…ee…pro…fes…” Harry mumbled.
Severus rolled his eyes. He pulled the former Gryffindor up into a sitting position before gently coaxing him to drink a potion he produced from his pocket. The smaller wizard was so out of it that he swallowed the potion down without protest. Normally, Severus would have berated the boy for trusting so foolishly, but now was not the time. The brunette slumped sideways, falling instantly back to sleep
He cast a lightening charm on the former Gryffindor before lifting him up into his arms. He made sure to hold Potter where his uninjured knee wasn’t pressing against Severus’ body. He tucked the brunette’s head against his chest while calling for the young wizard’s house elf. Dobby appeared in a pop beside him.
“Master Snape is holding Master Harry while Master Harry is being asleep?” Dobby asked, his ears lifting with the surprised look on his face.
Severus rolled his eyes.
“Your Master is failing to take care of himself, elf. Pack a bag for him and bring it to Spinner’s End,” Severus commanded.
The house elf nodded its head before popping out. Severus turned around and walked back to the fireplace. He used a wandless levitation spell to float a big of floo powder over to the fireplace.
“Spinner’s End!”
Severus stepped through and came out with Potter coughing up some soot he inhaled in the short ride. Rolling his eyes yet again, Severus readjusted the smaller wizard and tapped his wand against his cheek. Potter’s sinuses and throat were cleared of anything he had inhaled. His breathing evened back out and he slumped back against the Potions Master.
Severus carried him through the house to a guest room. When the alarm spell he had cast on Potter went off, he had commanded his house elf to set up a room. He was a tad displeased to find his house elf had set up the guest room beside his room. However, he recognized that it was a good place to put the Savior if Severus was to keep a better eye on him. He laid out the young body across the bed and left him to rest.
He set up warning spells to alert him when Potter woke and if he injured himself further. It was quite some time later, while he was finishing his lunch, when his spells went off. It seemed Potter was finally awake. That being said, Severus fixed him some lunch too and left his plate out for his house elf to take care of.
When he stepped into the open doorway of the guest room, he witnessed Potter trying to stand, but his injured knee spasm, making him fall back onto the bed.
The ever stubborn Gryffindor, Severus thought.
Potter looked up when he came into the room.
“I presume you’re hungry after overexerting yourself again,” Severus said, handing him the tray of food.
Potter thanked him in a quiet murmur. He set the tray down on his lap and slowly started eating the lunch. He moved it aside when his old Potions Professor began poking and prodding at his injured knee. He let out a pained hiss when a particular spot that was poked. He somehow prevented himself from flinching when he saw the older wizard draw his wand.
“Will you permit me to cast a spell on you?” Severus asked.
Frankly, Harry was surprised he asked. In any case, he nodded his head. He was taken back when his jeans were changed into shorts. He relaxed when he realized his former Potions professor only wanted easier access to his injured knee. He sat back when instructed and tried to keep as quiet as possible.
Severus was secretly impressed. He could tell messing with the knee caused him discomfort and possibly pain. He rotated the leg and bent at the knee, causing Potter to bite down harshly on his bottom lip.
“Teely.”
Harry ignored the pop sound signaling the arrival of a house elf.
“How is Teely helping Master Severus?” the small house elf asked.
“Teely, I need you to bring me a numbing agent and muscle relaxant from my lab.” Poke. Hiss. “The purple muscle relaxant.”

/……/

It wasn’t until the evening that Potter disturbed his peace again. Dobby had delivered the packed bag and left in the bedroom for his master before returning home. Severus had finished some late night brewing and was sitting down to read The Prophet when Teely suddenly popped in.
“Master Severus, Little Wizard is having the nightmares! Terrible, horrible nightmares!” Teely exclaimed.
“What?!” Severus shouted, throwing his paper onto his chair and making for the stairs.
The house elf jumped off the coffee table and quickly followed after him.
“Little Wizard be casting spells in Master Severus’s home. Spells before sleep. Little Wizard being cancelling Master Severus’ spells, but he is not knowing Master Severus is casting spells first,” Teely explained.
Severus bounded up the stairs, taking three at a time to reach the second floor in record timing. When he flew into the guest room, he found Potter almost underneath his bed. He was scraping at the floor and himself with his nails, his mouth open in a silent scream. Tears were flowing down his face like a waterfall. Severus waved his wand over his body and immediately cancelled the spells Potter had cast.
It made things much worse as the former Gryffindor was no longer screaming. He continued crying and begging for forgiveness. Severus was careful in pulling him out from under the bed. He sat down on the bed and hauled the young man up onto his lap. He was very knowledge in nightmares and night terrors. It was very dangerous to wake a wizard that was experiencing either one.
Severus locked down his arms and legs, trying his best not to jar the injured knee. He knew he wasn’t fully successful there when the brunette let out a few pained whimpers. Ignoring the fact of who he was holding, Severus treated him just like he would any one of his Slytherins. He partially laid down and cradled the sobbing brunette on his chest. Rubbing a hand up and down his spine quieted the sobs and pleas, eventually lulling the fatigued wizard back to sleep.
Rather than move and risk waking the youth, Severus settled in for the long night and fell asleep. When he awoke several hours later, he found himself alone in bed. He jerked up out of bed and went in search of the injured wizard. He found him downstairs fixing breakfast. Casting a spell to hide him, Severus swept around the kitchen silently. He watched the young wizard as he cooked.
Potter turned his head towards him, pausing like Albus used to do. Now that he thought about it, Severus supposed Potter’s sensitivity to magic might be able to detect others nearby. It was a good quality for Aurors to have, for sure. Since he couldn’t identify any current problems, Severus disappeared back upstairs to shower and dress. When he returned, Potter had finished laying out breakfast and was washing some of the pots and pans he had used.
Severus sat down and tucked in. He ate a little breakfast and sipped his coffee. When he saw that Potter had no intention of sitting down to eat, Severus laid his utensils down and said something.
“Potter, come and sit,” he commanded.
Without turning around, Harry told him he wasn’t hungry. Severus narrowed his gaze on the brunette’s back. He very much doubted that the boy was not hungry.
“Potter, I am not asking,” Severus warned him in a low growl.
Pans dropped in the sink. Harry’s fist tightened on the sink. He took in and let out a deep breath before slowing turning around.
“You abducted me from my home. I won’t allow you to talk to me like this,” Harry said sternly.
“It is my home, Potter. I will talk to you as I see fit. Clearly, your family did not curb that temper of yours at a young enough age.”
The words ‘like your father’ weren’t said, but they certainly were implied. That’s when Harry lost it.
“Stop talking to me like I’m my father! I’m not! How can I be anything like a man I can’t even remember?!” Harry shouted. “My childhood was fucked up! My friends knew! My childhood teachers knew! Hell, even Dumbledore knew!”
By now, tears were streaming down the brunette’s face. It blinded his vision and made his head sting badly. Severus opened his mouth to say something, but Harry beat him to it.
“I grew up in a cupboard under the stairs until my Hogwarts letter came. My “family” tried ignoring what I was and told me my parents died in a car accident! The reason I left…The reason I left was because my job is done. I don’t belong anywhere.”
Harry’s eyes were squeezed shut and he had one hand up trying to stem the flow of tears. Truthfully, it broke something deep inside the Potions Master. Too long had he denied the feelings he had developed for the young wizard. He surprised the wizard by caging him up against the kitchen counter. He pulled his hand down and tried wiping the tears away.
“Stop.” Severus kissed his mouth and cheek. “Stop…stop crying.”
The flow of tears slowed, but they continued to fall. Holding the shorter wizard’s face in his hands, Severus separated their short distance and captured his mouth. Harry’s whimper melted into a deep moan when a foreign tongue slipped into his mouth. He felt the younger wizard’s injured leg starting to give way during the heat of the kiss. Severus broke the kiss in favor of hoisting the brunette up onto the counter so they were almost eye level.
Potter…no, Harry sat quietly as Severus reached over for a cloth and wet it with warm water. He brought it up and started gently cleaning his face.
“You could never be more wrong. You do belong here. The task may be done, but your job now is to live. Have the life you never had a chance to. Your friends have missed you. Hogwarts has missed.” Pause. “I’ve missed you.”
He finished cleaning his face and tossed the cloth into the sink. Severus brought a hand up to cup his cheek. He didn’t speak until Harry turned his gaze up to him.
“I cannot promise I will not hurt you, but I will try my best. You have a place here…with me…if you want.”
Harry hesitated, thinking only for a minute, before whispering, “Yes.” The kiss his new lover gave him was softer, warmer than the previous kiss. Somehow they made it upstairs and into Severus’ bedroom without Harry taking notice. Harry was laid out on his back with his shirt gone when he consciously realized the change in venue. However, all coherent though left him when a hot mouth closed over a nipple.
Harry’s head flopped backwards with his eyes closed. The mouth licked and sucked on his nipple without mercy while a hand stroked him down below. One strong hand held him down while the other one teased and tortured him. It danced around the seams, alternating between simply cupping him and squeezing. A thumb played with the zipper and button, occasionally giving both a gentle tug while knuckles nudged against his length.
The nips across his chest to the other nipple distracted Harry from the button coming loose and the zipper being lowered. He let out a short cry when a hand grasped his length through only thin boxers. It stroked him firmly and teased the head which had started to dampen his Snitch-covered boxers. Harry began whimpering and pleading for something. He may or may not have moaned Severus’ name.
A wand tapped his thigh and suddenly there was nothing between him and the hand. It swept down to hold and squeeze his heavy balls, provoking another short cry from him. His nipple was released once it was hot and throbbing like its twin. The mouth kissed and licked its way down to his navel. The wet, hot tongue ran teasing circles around his bellybutton before dipping in. Bolts of pleasure tingled up Harry’s back and he could feel himself about to burst.
Harry whined in protest when fingers wrapped around his base and his climax stopped short. He felt a smirk resting against his navel.
“I’m not done with you yet, Harry.”
Harry whimpered.

/……/
Healer Mullipew smiled.
“Congratulations, Mr. Potter. Your magical levels are back up. Your knee has healed very nicely. And you don’t seem nearly as fatigued as the last time I saw you,” he said.
Harry nodded his head.
“I have my Potions professor to thank for that,” Harry commented, a small tinge of red in his cheeks.
Healer Mullipew nodded.
“Yes, Potions Master Snape is quite the talented man,” he said, turning away to grab some papers.
Harry’s face burned an even brighter red.
“You have no idea,” he mumbled.

A/N: I apologize if the transition made no sense and you’re thinking “What???” but I needed some action in here somewhere. Hint hint: just wait for G.
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