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Welcome to my first HP-ff in English! I'd like to apologize for my horrid English and grammar problems, but I still hope you' ll enjoy it as much as I am!
There'll be roughly four chapters including this one, so nothing too big. I'm at the middle now, so you wont have to wait too long for the next chapters!

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Lost

Found

He was exhausted. After nearly 18 hours of teaching, brewing and patrolling the corridors he was tired. With a heavy sigh he sat down in his favorite chair in front of his fireplace. His back ached and his feet were numb. He was getting old.
Not really. He was only fifty. A wizards life was much longer than a muggles and he was still young when compared to his colleges. Minerva, Hogwarts headmistress, has turned ninety last month and was still as agile as she was at the age of sixty. But he felt old and tired. His life had always been challenging and difficult. His childhood had been hell, his Hogwartsdays were clouded with hate and sadness. He had been a servant for a dark lord, paying with his soul and the one love he onces had. The years after Voldemorts demise were filled with regret, pain, heartbreak and sorrow. And when a certain boy came to Hogwarts his pain started anew. He had her eyes. Her brilliant eyes, but nothing more. He was a carbon copy of his father. Reckless and short minded. A rulebreaker and he hated him. But he had made a promise to the boys dead mother, to help the kid, keep him safe and watch over him. He had done his duty. He had died for the brat. But he couldn't enjoy his afterlife, no, the blasted boy had somehow saved him. A simple stasis spell, used for groceries, had stopped his heart for a few minutes and had kept him alive until help had come.

He wasn't happy about his second chance. He wasn't meant to stay alive and Potter...Potter died.
Potter had defeated the monster known as Voldemort. But he died in an explosion caused by some remaining Death Eaters after the Dark Lords demise. His body had never been found under the ruins of the entrance hall. There were too many mangled bodies, too much blood to recognise any of the 15 victims. They buried one of the corpse who could have been him. There had been enough of his blood to believe it.

He sighed and kicked of his shoes to warm his toes on the blazing fire.

Harry Potter died that day doing his last duty and taking the Dark Lord with him. And Severus Snape, the Bat, Snivellus, the greasy git was still alive. It wasn't fair. But what has ever been fair in his life?

Nothing.

So he stayed alive, was proven innocent and took the potions teacher job at Hogwarts once again.

Ten years. The brat died ten years ago. And he hated him and himself aswell.

An urgent knock on his door woke him from his dark thoughts.

Irritated he put on his shoes once again and strode to his door. It wasn't a common thing to have some body knocking on his chambers door. Not that late in the night though. It might be one of his prefects with a crying firstyear or another teacher with a Slytherin out after curfew. It was past midnight, so these things could at least be possible.
The potions master opened his door an glanced into the dark hallway.
One of his sevenyears stood in front of him a pensive look on her face. The girl was a muggleborn witch but a attentive student and popular in her house. She was very understanding but still cunning and strict. If her grades had been better the last year, she would have been headgirl. But her grades were only average and she stayed a prefect. Professor Snape was very grateful for her help. She liked to stay awake at night and loved to take some of her professors nightshifts and patrolled the corridors.
"What is it?" he asked her, folding his arms in front of his chest. The girl was very pale, paler than usual. She had balled her hands in fist, one curling tightly around her wand.

"Professor, I found a stranger in the dungeons. He is injured and has asked for you."she told him, her voice barley a whisper.

The dark eyebrows shot up and he had his wand in hand a second later, before he gestured her to lead the way.

While they hurried down the corridors, Severus mind was spinning. A stranger in Hogwarts. No one could pass the wards except the pupils and the teachers. They made new wards after the second war. Visitors needed to be escorted by a teacher to get on the school grounds. The only one who could get on the grounds had to be a very, very powerful wizard or a former student who was still keyed to the wards. A cold feeling washed over him. It couldn't be!

His student stopped in front of a dark passageway and nodded in the direction of the darkest corner.

"I placed a ward around him to stop him if he tried to escape." she told him. The professor nodded in agreement. A good idea. She was after all a really good pupil.

Snape held his wand up and lighted it with a silent spell. Pale light shone into the passageway and finally fell into the darkest corner.

A small figure came into view. Pale skin hidden under dirty and battered rags, which had been clothes one day. Long black hair fell in dirty locks over the thin face, shielded it against the light.

"Who are you?" Snape asked, but he already knew who it was.

The huddled figure shivered visibly but turned his head towards him. Dull green eyes opened under heavy lidded and swollen lids. "Harry..." the person finally croaked. Snape felt like fainting.

"Harry Potter..." the small figure croaked again. He wheezed and coughed violently. Blood and spit sprayed the dusty floor. The tall professor was next to him in a second, holding the frail figure protectively in his arms.

"Miss Spring go and get Madame Pomfrey, now!" he barked, securing his grip on the still coughing man, pushing the greasy hair out of the ghostly pale face. Black and green bruises adored the thin face. Blood and dirt was smeared over the in pain twisted young features. "Potter, look at me!" he demanded and tried to turn the face towards him.

"Professor" the man rasped. Pale and dirty hands gripped the potions masters robes in a death grip. Much to strong for the skeleton in his arms. Green eyes wild and frightened looked up at him.

"Snape!" he gasped. "Professor! Please!" he coughed again, closing his dull eyes as he tried to regain his breath. "Potter, calm down! Poppy will be here in a moment! She can help you!" said the older man in a low voice, holding the thin face in both hands, brushing tender fingers over the bruised skin to calm Potter down. But his former student wouldn't calm down. His breathing grew heavy while he tried to tell him something. "She can't...she can't help!" he rasped tugging hard on Snapes robes, still holding them in a death grip. His knuckles were white under the dirty skin. "Please!" he shouted, shivering and heaving, struggling for air. "What? Why?" Snape asked . He was worried. Potter seemed delirious. He was obviously in pain. He had been tortured, for sure. Where had he been? Who had kept him imprisoned?
Harry stilled for a few seconds. His eyes, which had been pressed closed, opened once again. The green orbs shone brightly as bright as they were so many years ago. "You..." he started, his voice a mere whisper but sharp as a knife.

"You have to kill me! You have to! Kill me, kill me, Severus, please!" he begged.
Never in his live, never ever had he heard somebody pleading him to kill him like this broken man in his arms. Severus heart ached. "Why?" he breathed seeking the answer in the green orbs pleading for an answer.

Harry's lips quivered and parted into a sad smile. "Because it's too late, too late...I lost..." he whispered and sunk into his Professors arms loosing consciousness.
"Potter!" he shook the thin frame of the broken hero but the man wouldn't wake. "What is to late? Why should I kill you?" he whispered into the dark and dirty hair, stroking the bony back of his former pupil. "Where have you been?" he mumbled but was interrupted in his musings when Madam Pomfrey and Prefect Spring came hurrying down the dark corridor. "By the love of Merlin! Is that Harry?" the older women cried and sank down on her knees next to the potions master. Her wand was out in an instance and she started to treat him immediately. Sweat adored her pale face when she stopped and turned to the professor who still had a save grip on the broken man. "He is stable for the moment. We should hurry up to the infirmary." she said and got to her feet. "Miss Spring go ahead and call St. Mungos we'll need some help with him." The girl nodded and hurried away closely followed by her head of house and Madame Pomfrey.

Harry Potter had been in the infirmary of Hogwarts for five days now. He hadn't regained consciousness yet but Madame Pomfrey and the Healer from St. Mungos were confident that he would wake in the next two days. He had been gravely injured and everyone had feared he wouldn't push through it. But Potter wouldn't be a Potter if he hadn't stayed alive. His injuries were mostly healed but they didn't know about his mental health. Snape wasn't sure if he wanted to know. After ten years of torture who would still be sane? And Potter had begged him to kill him, he couldn't be that sane after all. But the others hoped dearly. Especially Ron and Hermione Weasley, Potters best friends. Poppy had told them that they had Potter and they came in an instance and hadn't left their friends sickbed yet. Both were utterly happy but also very troubled to see their friend again in his current state. It had been ten long years since they saw him the last time and no body could be sure if he still remembered them. Snape hadn't told them about their small talk in that passageway yet. He wasn't sure if he should ever tell anybody. He wouldn't admit, even to himself, how much those few sentences had troubled him since then. He was somewhat afraid to see those green eyes again pleading him to kill him. No, it hurt to much to think about it. Lily's son pleading to die, to be killed by the man who had so gravely failed both of them. His guilt was back, stronger than ever. But he stayed close to the fallen hero and waited patiently for him to wake and tell him that he would live like Severus had promised his Lily. He would look after him, he would help him overcome his past, he would stay with him for ever. The boy wouldn't get lost again.

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