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Draco's Saving Grace from his Devastating Past	By : PygmyPuffs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9017 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Super Man, Batman, The Avengers, or Deadpool (the last three are only mentioned once and the fourth may be revisited at a later date! This is a Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter List
- 1-Draco
- 2-Harry
- 3-Harry
- 4-Neville
- 5-Draco
- 6-Ginny
- 7-Draco
- 8-Severus
- 9-Harry
- 10-Severus
- 11-Emberly
- 12-Draco
- 13-Emberly
- 14-Death
- 15-Gred and Forge
- 16-Ginny
- 17-Harry
- 18-Andromeda
- 19-Severus
- 20-Draco
- 21-Harry
- 22-The Greengrasses
- 23-Draco
- 24-Severus
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Chapter 9: Harry
Harry sat at his desk, gazing at the potion he had finally found, a potion that had taken him centuries to find. It wasn’t even on his Earth, but an alternate one that he was visiting, guiding the souls of the children that were killed indiscriminately, at the behest of an insane muggle, not much different from Hitler.
He was pleased that he found it, and that he was the Master of Death, Time didn’t mean much to him. He could go forwards as far as he wished but could only go back as far as when he received the Elder Wand. He never allowed himself to see the future of his own world, not wanting to know, to see those he loved die, to see the man he loved parish before a cure could be found.
And now that he found it, after centuries of looking, he sat there, in his office, at a loss of what to do. In the time that he left and the time that he had found it, only two years had passed. He wanted to take it immediately to Severus, give it to him so that he can finally tell the man thank you. Thank you for everything he had done, everything he had sacrificed. In Harry’s mind, it was Severus that was the real hero, for without him, their world would have been lost to the darkness and evil of a wizard that had lost his mind along with his very soul.
He picked up the vial and looked at it. How could something so simple as this iridescent green potion save Severus from all of the foreign magic in his system and, heal him of the damaged caused by his own magic fighting it, and replenish him, waking him only moments after taking it? It was a mystery to him, one that he still couldn’t understand. Maybe he would give Severus a sample of the potion as a gift and have him analyze it, finding out how it actually worked.
He stood and called out, “Death.”
“Yes Master?” a man with a dark cloak that shadowed his face from view.
“I’ll be returning home for a short time, then I will return,” Harry took his own cloak of the coat rack by the door that led to his garden, “I have a potion that needs to be delivered post haste. You understand, I’m sure.”
“Of course, Master, though I do not rightly understand your obsession with that mortal. You have no need for anyone else, but me. I am your companion for eternity Master. What else could you need?” the entity known as Death asked, quite perplexed with his master’s need to save one mortal, a mortal that he loved. It was honestly mind boggling to him.
“I had hoped that you had come to understand after all this time. You are a wonderful companion Death, but I was once human, and in many ways, still am, and I will always crave a more intimate relationship than I have with you.” Harry sighed with a shake of his head. “I must be going. I won’t be long,” and with that, allowed the shadows to take him, transporting him to the room that he knew his love laid in.
“Severus,” he whispered, looking at the emancipated man that lay still save for the rising of his chest. He knew this room. It was a room in the cottage that he gave to Draco to use for however long he needed. It saddened him to see such a strong and brave man so sickly.
“It’s been seven years, my love, but I have finally found a way to wake, to save you from the pain I know you are suffering,” Harry said as he moved towards the bed and sitting next to him. “I hope you can forgive us for how long it has been, but I promise, something like this will never happen again.”
Having said that, he sat there, gently brushing the long, dull, black hair out of Severus’s face, stroking his cheek with a fond smile. He took the man’s limp hand in his own, feeling the fine bones through the thin, almost papery skin. “It will take some time for you to be strong enough again, but I hope by that time you will see me differently than you had in the past, but I know you will.”
Harry quickly brushed a tear off his cheek, not wanting to cry the tears that he had been holding back for countless years. “I am so, so sorry that it has taken us so long to wake you, but no longer. Your pain will end.” He pulled the vial out of his cloak’s pocket, uncorked it and held it to the man’s thin lips.
He placed the fingers of his other hand on either side of his jaw, gently forcing his mouth open while his other hand gently began to pour the potion in his mouth. Once there was a small mouthful, he would massage his throat to help him swallow. He repeated these actions until the vial was empty. He put the cork back in the vial and placed it back into his pocket.
He didn’t have much time left so he bent down, kissing the smoot forehead, already feeling his temperature rise to normal. Pulling back, he gently squeezed the man’s hand once more, a tear on cheek, and whispered, “I will always love you, my Severus…” and let the shadows take him back, not to his office, but to his garden.
Walking to the tree in the middle of his own personal oasis, Harry sat on the bench, next to a creek filled with a variety of fish. The creek had a small waterfall that flowed over one of the trees roots. The soft trickling of the water, the small breeze that brought calming scents from the many other trees and flowers that filled the garden, crashed into his overwhelmed mind as he fought the turbulent emotions coursing unchecked. Tears fell steadily down his face as he thought of the future he wished he could have but knew he never would.
Just as Draco had grieved days after his own departure, Harry grieved for a life that was so close, yet so very far away. Severus would never want a life of true immortality, let alone with him, the son of his school enemy. He would never be anything more than the immature brat that was stupid and reckless, that caused deaths throughout his own Hogwarts years and after.
He placed his head in his hands and continued to sob. He had woken his love at last, but he would never have the relationship he craved with him. He couldn’t help but think of how happy Draco would be, knowing his father figure was finally awake, finally able to answer him when he spoke.
Oh, how Harry longed to be there, to just talk to the man, to thank him, to tell him how much he admired him, respected him, loved him. He cried bitter, lonely tears, thinking of all that could have been, but would never be.
It was hours before he finally felt ok enough to return to his office. He placed his cloak on the rack and moved over to his desk. It was always covered in damned paperwork. So many people had wanted the title of Master of Death, but the one who didn’t, ended up with it. Those that wanted it, wanted it to control Death, to keep those they wished alive, killing those they wanted dead, to even bring back the ones they lost. They never thought about all the paperwork or having to guide lost souls to their afterlife. The things they wanted, they would never be able to do. It didn’t work that way. Being Death’s master was more work than anything else, and it was unending.
As Harry worked, his thoughts on Severus and Draco moved to the back of his mind, Death came to him with the soul of a broken child in his arms. “Master, I know you have been busy, but this child has recently past, her soul currently asleep. I felt the need to bring her to you in hopes that she could be a companion of sorts to you…” his words stopped as Harry stood and moved to him, taking the child’s soul into his own arms.
“How did she die?” Harry asked, placing the soul gently on his couch.
“Broken neck, Master, from a fall down the stairs. She is a young witch. You can already feel her core and she is but five years,” Death replied.
“She fell? Was it an accident or was it done purposely?” were Harry’s next questions.
“I believe, Master, that it was done with her death in mind. Her parents were afraid of her. They reminded me to much of your own relatives,” and before Harry could say anything else, Death left to continue his duties.
Sighing, Harry found that he understood what Death was trying to do, but he didn’t, not really. Having a companion was nice, but he wanted more than just companionship. He would wait until the soul woke and ask the questions he needed to know before making any decisions on the matter. Standing, he turned and went back to his desk and continued to work.
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