This is something I wanted to write like the true Edge Lord I am in real life. It won't be anything too explicit, my goal is rough cuteness. It was basically a way for me to let out some steam.

My idea is, that there is some distance between each chapter. Let's say one or two weeks. I wanted to capture the most important moments, rather than describing how the two got there, so I changed some details too.

I'm not really sure how it will work out in the end, but I needed to write something little bit different.

Thank you very much for your support and I hope, you'll enjoy this story.

Harry woke up to the sound of his own cries, to the lack of air, to the immense heat. He felt like he was trapped in some box, just a small stone box without windows, without air, without light without sound. Without anything. It was just him and the darkness. He could feel his choking heart trying to go on, crushing his chest as he desperately tried to breathe.

He looked around. It was still dark. He couldn't hear anything. His arm jolted sooner than he could think and pulled the curtains of his bed away. Cold white light almost blinded him. It was just the moon turning every object in the room different shade of blue.

Something wasn't right. His heart kept on beating furiously. It was the moment he looked at the door. They swung open slowly almost lazily. Dark shadow behind them with familiar hisses said his name.

"Harry."

The last thing Harry saw was glistening eyes and mad grin. Everything turned green and he felt the pain spreading through his torso. The cramps made his whole body stiff and forced every piece of life out of him.

Harry woke up once again. He felt sweat dripping from his temples, he swore he could feel the cold touch of the unforgivable curse. His heart was about to give up on him. Harry jerked out of his bed, falling to the cold stone floor. He heard ripping sounds of some fabric – as he took some of his curtains with him. But he could also hear Ron's snoring as well as breathing of the other boys. He was safe. He wasn't dreaming anymore.

His whole body was shaking. Everything was in dark shadows, not a sound in a sleeping castle could tell him if he was going to be okay. If he will be ever capable of sleeping normal again.

Harry decided this couldn't go on. He couldn't stay in this room any longer. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and ran. Letting himself to just run away from his life just until morning. When the sun goes up he will be his normal self for sure.

First, he thought he could go to up to the towers to see Hedwig or just to see the sky. But then he changed his mind. It wouldn't calm him down. He would just blankly stare to the night getting colder and colder.

He was losing his mind for sure.

After all these years Harry knew the castle inside out. He didn't need the light anymore – not that he had his wand with him. He was reckless. And stupid. And thick-headed. And he had no idea why he thought that this place would calm him. Just until morning though.

Every step sounded like a bash of hammer to his ears. Every breath was cutting deep in his throat. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more.

Finally, he stood before the most feared door in the whole castle. And he was mad enough to bang on them with his fist.

An intense feeling of warmth and light just waved right through him. He knew very well he was expected. Tall figure stepped to the side and let him go in.

"What is it today, Potter?" Snape barked at him. Harry examined his professor only to come to the conclusion that he didn't wake him up. He stood still and nervous and scared in the middle of the room. At first, he looked around, at the well-known surfaces, at the gentle light of candles, the cracking sound of a fireplace filled his head. He was still half hiding under the cloak trying to find any sign of deception, trying to find any glimpse of those red eyes. He found none. To this point he was ignoring his professor's questioning gaze and his rising bad mood.

"I had another one," he answered simply. Harry was in these rooms almost every night for the past few weeks. Ever since the bad dreams started. He didn't know why, but every time he had some, he just ran here like crazy. He hid here till the crack of dawn trying to put his sanity back together.

Snape wasn't nice to him. His bitter remarks remained the same but… In some way he cared.

"Did you take the potion?" Severus touched lightly his arm to direct him towards the sofa.

"Yes, precisely as you told me," Harry let him navigate himself. He threw away the cloak and collapsed near the fireplace.

"Tell me," Snape sat beside him, giving him a gentle command.

Harry began to shake again as he went through every detail. His breathing was painful again, his palms were sweating. At the end he looked miserably at his professor with unspoken words in his eyes. Help me, please.

Harry closed his eyes, pressing them with fists as he tried not to cry. He was a mess. Soon he felt two strong, yet gentle arms around him, pulling him closer to the embrace. He willingly welcomed it. He leaned forward to hide his face in the chest of the other man.

"I'm losing my mind," Harry whispered softly, "I- I just knew… but- I'm losing my mind," he attempted to say something more, but the words wouldn't go out. They kept dying in his throat.

He looked at his student, breaking in his arms as he failed to do anything important. Severus' mind was filled with great words, comforting sentences and harsh comments. None of it made any sense to him once he said them out loud. Potter didn't look like he needed words anyway. Regardless his fears and terrors Potter was actually very warm. So warm it was almost consuming. Almost unbearable. Severus wondered if he was cold in Potter's hands.

Severus always wondered but never asked.