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Lilies	By : strosevae Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 7
“Oh no, not you,” Harry groaned when he saw Lockhart above him. He had just caught the Golden Snitch and got hit by the rogue bludger in the process. His bones broke with a sickening crunch and he fell from his broom.
“Doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Lockhart laughed and pointed his wand at Harry’s broken arm. A strange and unpleasant sensation ran down his arm, making his arm dangle uselessly at his side. His bones were gone! Lockhart blanched and quickly removed himself from the scene, pretending not to notice the glares Ron was giving him.
Madam Pomfrey was, expectedly, fussy about it. Ron and Hermione and all the others stayed by his bedside, bringing him chocolates and cakes and pumpkin juice, but before the ‘party’ could start, Madam Pomfrey had ushered them all out, leaving Harry alone with nothing to distract him from the stabbing pain in his arm.
When the night sky was inky and everything was quiet, Snape stood outside the hospital wing’s door, his hand lingering over the handle with uncertainty. He wanted to see how Harry was doing, but he couldn’t bring himself to open the door. After a few moments of fighting with himself, he finally pushed the door open. He hadn’t gotten a chance to visit the boy before, Madam Pomfrey wouldn’t let anyone in, but he just had to get a glimpse of how Harry was doing, that’s all.
The place was pretty silent, broken only by Harry’s soft breathing. His arm was hanging uselessly off the bedside, and Snape softly tucked it under the blanket before sitting down beside the bed. After a while, Harry slowly began tossing and turning, kicking the blanket away, his face covered in cold sweat. His eyes were still squeezed shut and he started whimpering as he thrashed around on the bed. Snape couldn’t make out what exactly Harry was trying to say, but it was clear he was experiencing a terrible nightmare.
Snape knew he should’ve called for Madam Pomfrey, but - against his better judgement - he petted Harry’s head, gently soothing him. Harry’s whimper started to slow, his breathing gradually evened, and he leaned into Snape’s touch. Snape continued to pet him, feeling himself getting calmer and sleepier as the clock ticked away the night. He jerked awake, having almost fallen asleep, and quickly stood up. Not wanting to be found asleep beside the boy, Snape took one last look at the peacefully sleeping Harry and walked briskly out of the hospital wing.
Regrowing bones took a pretty long time. Harry felt his extreme annoyance towards Lockhart return as he tried to lift his arm and felt hot searing pain racing up to his shoulder. But strangely enough, during his week-long stay in the hospital wing, he seemed to be sleeping better and getting fewer nightmares, as he felt more refreshed than he had ever been upon waking up. He didn't know if it was the bed, or the change of atmosphere, or maybe the lack of snoring from the other boys, but whatever it was, Harry liked it. A lot.
His contentment didn't last long, however. It was quickly replaced by anxiety and annoyance when he - along with everyone else - found out that he was a Parselmouth at the stupid duelling club. His mood worsened drastically when Professor McGonagall had informed him and Ron about the attack on Hermione. Seeing her petrified and lying on the bed helplessly just made them more depressed. Suddenly Harry spotted something in Hermione's rigid fist. After a few minutes of tugging and twisting, he was finally able to get the piece of paper out. It told them all about Basilisk and Harry immediately realized why no one else could hear the voices.
Harry and Ron went to the staffroom to talk to Professor McGonagall but the room was empty and when the notice of another attack echoed through the corridors, they quickly went to hide inside a wardrobe in the room, instead of going back to the dorms. One by one, teachers started filing in through the door, looking scared and puzzled.
“Who is it?” Madam Hooch asked. “Which student?”
“Ginny Weasley,” Professor McGonagall replied. Ron silently slid onto the floor beside Harry.
The door banged open again, and Lockhart came in, beaming. His smile quickly melted when Snape and McGonagall cornered him with his own words he had uttered so carelessly before. After he had left, clearly rattled, McGonagall instructed the other teachers on how to deal with the students, and they all left the staffroom, Snape being the last. However, before he exited the room, Snape paused and stared right at the wardrobe, as if he knew Harry and Ron were hiding in it. After a few seconds, Snape left and closed the door.
It was probably the worst day of Harry’s life. He, along with the Weasley brothers, sat in the Gryffindor common room, not saying anything to each other. Harry watched, feeling helpless, as the blood-red sun sank behind the clouds and Fred and George went up to bed. Still, he sat in silence beside the distraught Ron, who had his head buried in his hands. Finally, he looked up at Harry, “I think we should go and see Lockhart. Tell him what we know. Maybe we could help him,”
Harry doubted Lockhart could do anything to begin with, but as there wasn’t anything else to do other than wallow in sorrow, Harry agreed. They were surprised to find Snape standing near the portrait hole.
“You’re not supposed to go out,” he said, his eyes trailing from Ron to Harry.
“We’re going to see Professor Lockhart. We know something about the Chamber of Secrets,” Harry replied.
“It isn’t your place to do it. Let the teachers handle it. We don’t want another attack,”
“Professor Lockhart doesn’t know what kind of monster is in there! If my sister-” Ron’s angry remarks were quickly cut off by Snape.
“I understand that you must be worried about Miss Weasley, but what can a couple of 12-year-olds do? Let us handle it,”
“Sir, we’re going to go to Professor Lockhart to tell him what we know. We’re going to help save Ginny,” Harry said. Snape frowned at him and saw the familiar determined, steely-green eyes staring back at him.
“Excuse us,” Harry muttered and they pushed past him, quickly descending the stairs, leaving a fuming Snape behind.
Snape slammed his glass onto his desk, shattering it. He was angry. Angry at Harry, for being so stubborn and putting himself in danger. Angry at Lockhart, for being so incompetent. Angry at himself, for not being able to stop Harry.
Snape paced the length of his living room, occasionally glancing at the clock. Time seemed to pass by very slowly and he was feeling more and more anxious by the second. When the fire had been reduced to nothing but glowing embers, he finally sat down on his sofa, burying his face in his hands. That boy would be the death of him…
Snape ran through the corridors towards McGonagall’s office when he heard that Harry had returned. He stopped outside the door, breathless, and listened to the voices inside. There were 3 people in it, one of whom was none other than his friend, Lucius Malfoy. He quickly retreated into the shadows as the door banged open and Lucius strutted out, looking furious, with a house-elf trailing behind him. A dirty Harry emerged from the room and followed them in a hurry, holding a book with a hole through it. When Snape was sure they were gone, he walked into the office and found Dumbledore alone with his phoenix, Fawkes.
"Ah, Severus, you've heard about Harry's return then," Dumbledore smiled.
Snape nodded and sat opposite the man. "How is Potter?" Snape asked, his voice low.
Dumbledore looked at him from above his half-moon glasses, "He was badly hurt,"
Snape tensed.
"But fortunately, Fawkes' tears had healed him completely," Dumbledore finished.
Snape almost slipped from the chair, relieved. Harry was covered in blood when he ran out of the room, and Snape wasn't sure if it was his or someone else's.
"What is it, Severus?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling knowingly at Snape, who suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. He straightened up and cleared his throat, looking away from Dumbledore's eyes.
"Nothing. I'm just… worried about a reckless student,"
"Hmm,"
Snape stood up, nodded at the headmaster, and left, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment. He went into his room and plopped down on the bed, sighing in relief.
Harry's safe.

TBC
To Smile317: hehe hopefully there will be more happy times to come :D
If you noticed, I've removed the anal tag. There will be smut later in the story, but I thought coz there's still no smut right now, it's not fair if I include the tag. Once the story have reached that point I'll add it back lol.
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