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Lilies	By : strosevae Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 6
Harry seemed to be going into Snape’s office a lot these days. When they entered the cold space, Snape immediately lit the fireplace with a flick of his wand, giving the room a nice, glowing warmth. Harry settled himself on a chair facing Snape’s desk, fidgeting with his hands.
“Now,” Snape turned to him, his robe sweeping behind the man. “Tell me what happened out there,”
“It’s nothing,” Harry grumbled, “I just…”
“Just?”
Harry glared at Snape. Why was he so insistent on this?! Harry huffed, crossed his arms, and averted his gaze towards the fire, “Just reflexes…”
“And what caused you to have that reflex?”
Silence filled the room. Harry didn’t want to tell anyone about it, and especially not Snape, so he continued to stare at the dancing flames and said nothing.
“Very well, you may leave only after telling me what happened,” Snape said. He sat down behind the desk, took out the students’ essays, and began working. Harry kept his silence for a while before getting nervous. Even when he wasn’t saying anything, Snape’s presence was intimidating, and combined with the gripping atmosphere of the room, it reminded Harry of being back in the cupboard and the anxiety he felt around Uncle Vernon.
“Fine,” he muttered and slumped in his chair. Snape stopped working and leaned forward, placing both elbows on his desk and clasping his hands in front of his face. After taking a few deep breaths, Harry finally let the story spill from his lips, and once he started talking, he couldn’t stop. It felt somewhat good, like someone had lifted a big burden from his shoulders. He told Snape all about the barred window, the dwindling amount of food, the choking, the scavenging, the constant beating, how the Weasley brothers had tried to save him, how he ended up back in the cupboard for the remainder of the summer with little to no food, how he couldn’t swallow, and why he was suddenly defensive when Snape touched his shoulder.
When he was done, Harry took another deep breath and slumped even further in his seat, feeling a bit embarrassed and resentful towards Snape for forcing him to tell. He didn’t dare look up and chose to observe the stone floor instead. After a few seconds of silence, Snape got up and went through a door at the back of his office, returning with a tall, thin glass of shimmering pale blue potion. “Drink this, Potter,” he said, putting the glass in front of Harry.
“What is it?” Harry asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
“For your throat,”
Harry really didn’t trust Snape, but he knew that there was no use in resisting, so he took the glass and sipped a bit of the liquid. It was surprisingly sweet and cool and felt wonderful in his throat, so Harry drank more and more until the glass was empty. “Thank you,” Harry said, putting the glass back on the table. He stopped.
His voice! It was back to normal! Harry immediately clasped a hand on his neck in disbelief. His throat didn’t hurt anymore. Suddenly he felt something warm enveloping him, disappearing as fast as it had appeared. Snape had cancelled his glamour, making all the bruises and wounds visible. Harry quickly pulled his robes over his arms and tried to hide as much skin as he could, glaring at Snape, not noticing that his eyes widened a tiny bit. Almost a bit too rough, Snape snatched Harry’s hand and pushed the sleeve up.
“Let me go,” Harry struggled against the strong grip.
“You need to go to Pomfrey, now!” Snape ordered.
“No!” Harry snapped. “I don’t want the whole school to know!”
“Potter-”
“I said no!” Harry jerked his arm out of Snape’s hand, giving him an irritated look.
Snape massaged the bridge of his nose, exhaling angrily. He never appreciated that typical Gryffindor stubbornness in Harry. Just one glance at those adamant green eyes told him that Harry won’t budge no matter what, and he really didn’t want to use force on him after knowing what the boy had been through. So instead, he went back through the back door and returned with a medicine kit. Sitting across Harry, he took a bruised arm and began to gently treat it with salves and bandages.
Harry’s words failed him at the sight of Snape treating his wounds. Snape, of all people! The whole thing was so bizarre that Harry just silently let the man tend to him, only wincing once in a while.
“Open your shirt,” Snape ordered.
“What?”
“Open your shirt,”
“Wha-” Harry immediately gripped his clothes tightly, startled at the request.
“I can easily imagine what kind of absurd idea you must be thinking,” Snape said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, “but I am sure that the bruises are not only on your arms and if you do not wish to go to Pomfrey, then I will not let you leave until I’m done treating you.”
Still watching him suspiciously, Harry relented and opened his uniform slowly, showcasing the red and purple lesions and half-healed gashes on his alarmingly thin body. With his lips pressed into a thin line, Snape gently applied the salve and bandaged Harry’s torso. Snape’s hands going so near his wounds kept Harry on edge. He knew that Snape wasn’t Uncle Vernon and he would never beat him - not openly anyway - but his body tensed up regardless and his breathing quickened. Snape didn’t notice it, or if he did, he didn’t say anything.
“You may leave,” Snape said - after everything had been bandaged - walking to the door and opening it for him. Harry, now fully clothed, adjusted his robes and left the room, but not before casting one last look of bewilderment at his professor.
Harry immediately ran up to Gryffindor Tower, knowing that classes were over and his friends must be back in the dorms. He couldn’t wait to tell them about what just happened.
Snape sank onto his chair and sighed, rubbing his temple. He didn’t expect that from Harry at all. He knew that his Muggle relatives weren’t very good to him, but didn’t realize the extent of the awful treatment Harry was receiving. When Harry tensed under his touch, he wanted to tell him to relax, that he wouldn’t hurt him, but knew how stupid it must sound like, especially after last year.
But this couldn’t go on. What would become of Harry if he were to go back there every summer? Does Dumbledore know about this?
Snape stood up and, with a scowl, went up to the Headmaster’s office.
Dinner was amazing. It was as if the kitchens knew that Harry can eat once more. Everything tasted especially delicious.
"Slow down, Harry," Hermione warned, but she was smiling.
Ron and Hermione were both surprised when Harry had returned to the common room with his voice normal and body bandaged. They listened intently as Harry told them all about what happened down in Snape's office. Ron's jaw dropped in disbelief and Hermione had a little rant - "Of course, he's a teacher," - but they were soon laughing with each other, happy and excited at Harry's recovery.
"Here, your favorite," Ron passed him some treacle tart. As Harry slowly munched on the dessert, savouring the sweetness, his eyes met Snape's dark ones. Harry flashed him a grateful smile and went back to his tart.
Maybe Snape wasn't so bad after all.

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