Title: Bring Him Home
Author: Snape no Koibito
Pairing: Implied Snape/Dumbledore
Category: Songfic
Series/Sequel: Prolly.
Censor: PG
Archive: FF.N, The Dungeon, if they'll have me, anywhere else
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Feedback: Yes please!
Summary: Albus stands watch over Harry's bedside the night after
the
tournament, and is joined by Snape
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry and Co. I'm just playing with
them, and I
promise to put them back in nearly the same condition I found them
in
(nearly). I honestly don't remember who gets the rights to Les
Miserables,
but I'm just enjoying myself with the wonderfully powerful songs.
To everyone who keeps complaining about the age difference between
Severus and Albus:
The difference of the ages just goes to show how powerful love is.
Shove off.
WARNING: This fic contains implied m/m sex. I do not want ANY
emails telling me how you don't like this kind of stuff. If you do not like it,
don't read the damn story. It's that simple. Honestly, if you don't like this
stuff, and read it anyways… well, that just makes you an idiot if you flame me.
All flames will be met with Hanson mp3s of "MMMBop". If you can't say
something intelligent, keep your mouth shut. I have no tolerance for flames.
[God on high
Hear my pray
In my need
You have always been there]
He stood in the doorway and watched the young man sleep. He had a
horrible
feeling that this would not last. This peacefulness was soon to be
gone,
destroyed perhaps forever.
[He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed]
Voldemort had risen again. Risen by the flesh of his servant,
Wormtail, and
Harry's blood, he had found a way around one of the most powerful
charms
that had been placed on the boy to keep him safe. Still, there
were other
spells in place. The Familius charm that was cast on his Aunt and
Uncle's
home, insured that as long as he was with his family, Voldemort
couldn't
touch him. Then there was Mrs. Figg, a kindly old witch who lived
near
Harry, who was his secret-keeper, and, more to the point, was
loyal to
Dumbledore personally. Still, none of this made him sleep any
better at
night.
[Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home]
Footsteps sounded behind him, but he ignored them.
[He's like the son
I might have known
If God had granted me a son]
Severus Snape had wandered into the quiet of the hospital wing.
Gently, he
wrapped his arms around Albus and rested his chin on the other
man's
shoulder after gently kissing his neck.
[The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone]
"Albus," he whispered. "Bed. He'll be perfectly
fine. Come on." Snape
tugged gently on his hand, pulling him along.
[Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy]
Harry snored loudly for a second, then rolled over. Various
murmurs from
the other sleepers sounded in protest to the noise.
[You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live]
Albus smiled. Even in his sleep, Harry could still bring a light
into the
room.
[If I die
Let me die
Let him live
Bring him home]
He wondered if he would live through this. He hoped he did.
Harry's powers
were growing miraculously quickly. The boy didn't know it yet. He
had no
idea what he was in store for. Soon though. Very soon Harry would
be old
enough to know. But not yet. He felt an impatient tug on his robe.
[Bring him home
Bring him home]
Severus Snape led him out of the hospital wing and he followed.
