A/N - This Fic id Severus and Harry slash. So, don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, or any of it's characters, reguardless of of awesome that would be.

Chapter One : Venom's Depths

Fire.

Scorching Flames.

It fiiled his veins, burning him from the inside out. He tried to twist away from it, but found that he couldn't move. He was frozen there, inferno tearing him apart from the inside out. There was silence when there should have been noise. Or was it possible that the fighting was over already? Already? How long had he been drifting in fire? It seemed like seconds turned into weeks, there was no way for him to tell the time any longer. He needed to know if the boy had done it.

He needed to know why he wasn't dead.

He had no voice left and he wasn't sure as to why. Had he screamed his voice away? No, he barely had had time to utter his final words to the boy. Perhaps he had... Oh? A sudden coolness creep through his skin, his veins. It wiped out the fire like a day long downpour on a forest fire. He hadn't realized how wonderful it would be to be without the pain. It had been burned into his mind as a consetent these last few hours... Days, whatever they were. It was the most wonderful feeling that he had ever experianced.

As the noise slowy began to filter in, his focus began to slip. A sleeping potion, he resgistered vaguely. Surely if the Dark Lord had won, he wouldn't have others treating Severus's wounds. He would have left him lay in his own blood, dying. He had to hope, as he slid against the darkness, that the side he had risked his life for had won.

And he hoped, beyond any hope, that the boy had somehow managed to survive the horrible battle against the darkes wizard of their age. He hope, too, that he would wake soon. He needed to find the boy and correct himself. He had had visions and memories plague him while he floated in the fire. Those final words he had spoken where wrong, he had known it as soon as he said te words. It was the first time he had truely looked into the boy's eyes, and not through him. Harry Potter's eyes were not the same shade as his mothers. Severus remembered so clearly, for the first time in years, the exact color and shade that Lily's eyes were. And her son's eyes were not quite the same. Harry's eyes were two to three shades darker then Lily's had been, even on her worst of days. Her's had been the color of evergreen pines in the spring.

Harry's eyes were a deep emerald green, and for whatever reason, Severus thought that, in his fevered state, that was something that Harry needed to know.

Those same deep emerald green eyes were looking down at the former Headmaster as he twitched in his restless dream-like state. Madam Pomfey had put him under almost immedentally, claiming that it would be far better for Severus's safety if he were unconsinse during the admistration on the anti-venin and the healing potions she would have to give in.

Harry watched as slowly the potions began their work on the older man in front of him. He was twitching less and less, the look of pain was begining to fade from his face as well. It was perhaps the first time that he had ever seen his professer's face so clam. There where no lines on the man's face, from anger, impatience , or annoyance. It made the sleeping man look diiferent to him. There was no fimilar scowl, no glowering look. Instead the look on the his face was nearer to peaceful, which allowed Harry to realize that perhaps his professer wasn't as old as he had thought.

It was silly, Harry knew that Snape was the same age as his parents, but the man always looked so much older in his seriousness and anger. Little else had graced Snape's face in the last two decades. Harry sat in silence and simply watched the older man. Madam Promfey had informed him that Snape wouldn't be waking for quite some time, but he had refused to leave the mans side.

After all that had happened to them over the years, Harry had never imagined that Snape was looking out for him the entire time. It made the boy realize how much his professer had done things for him, simply to insure that Lily Evan's son would survive for as long and as best he could.

He had been so sure, when he had gone back to the shreiking shack that all he was going to be bringing out was a body. Instead he had sent his patronus to Madam Pomfrey, requesting her presense reguardless of what she was doing. There would be many other healers up at the castle by now, and Harry knew without a doubt that none of them would willingly help the spy. It had to be Madam Promfrey. And she had not disapointed him.

His own heart had nearly stopped when he had kneeled next to the Potions Master and heard slow shallow breathin, and a rapid pulse.

Somehow against all odds, Severus Snape had survived the venomous wounds inflected upon him, but Harry had immedentally known that he wouldn't make it much longer. He nearly cried with relief when the medi-witch had arrived in the doorway at the tunnel entrance.

He yawned, all the weariness and fatiuge from the battle finally catching up with him. Slowly he rested his arm on the side of Snape's bed. He laid his head down on his arm, curling his other arm around Snape's own, intertwining their hands and fingers. It was still unknown if the older man would wake or not. And if he did wake, Harry decided that he wanted him to know that someone had been there for him. Without a second thought as to why, emerald eyes slipped shut, allowing Harry to drift off into a light sleep, a small smile curled about his lips as he did so.

And for once, Harry'd dreams were peaceful.

Sometime in the night, Severus's hand tightened it's grip on Harrys, allowing them both the reassurance that someone was there for them.

a/n : well, Hope you like it. Let me know what you think.

much Love and Kisses

-beautiful lies-