Hello, everybody. I have had a writer's block for several months and it has finally went away. I am happy to be writing again and I'm going to see if I can actually finish a chapter story and make it halfway decent. So bare with me, people. This is my forst try at a Snarry story and it will have eventual relationship and I might even add m-preg. If that is not your thing then the "back" button is in the top left corner. Enjoy.

It was a warm day at Hogwarts. Maybe not a "warm" most people typically associate the word with, but more of a "warm" feeling. It was hard to believe that two years have gone by since that fateful battle. Two years. For any person who was affected by the war in some shape or form this was a bittersweet day filled with both memories and nightmares. This day would forever be celebrated as the fall of the Dark Lord, but it would also be mourned. The overall death toll of the wizarding community was difficult to tell. So many people had died throughout the years that the ministry had given up counting all the small villages and muggles.

To Harry James Potter this was a day filled with guilt and sadness. It may have been two years, but the pain from all the deaths still felt new. No matter how many times people have told him that it wasn't his fault that people die his mind would always tell him otherwise. It was his fault that he couldn't be ready earlier, it was his fault that he let all those people die. But he knew that he couldn't keep this pity-party going on forever, he had to be strong for the people. So he reserved a day out of the whole year to wallow in misery and get all of his emotions out.

At least it is all over now, Harry thought to himself. It had been a tough two years for him. Hell, it had been a tough two years for everybody. It had taken time, but after only a few months Hogwarts was rebuilt and was made even stronger than before; it would take more than Voldemort to break through all the wards now. As far as Headmasters went Professor McGonagall had taken the position. To Harry's own relief McGonagall had offered him the position as the DADA professor. After all the chaos of the war Harry wasn't so sure about his dream of being an auror. He had seen enough violence to last him several life times. Not only had these past years have made Hogwarts a safe heaven that Harry didn't really want to leave it yet, but now the castle felt like his one true home. There was no way he was going to leave for a long time. Of course he had to finish up all his seventh year subjects, but that could all be done before the school would open in September.

But perhaps the better reason for staying at Hogwarts would be because of his responsibility. Snape was left in his care after the trials had ended, but Harry didn't mind that one bit. If somebody had told him that after the fall of Voldemort he would be helping Snape, the man who made potions for Harry a living hell, recover from Nagini's bite he would call them crazy. Many people had asked him why he was helping Snape now. He didn't really know the answer to that question. The man probably would have died if Harry hadn't shown up the moment he did. But what was his reason for returning to the boat house? It was as if an unknown force had made him go back to that place and make sure that Snape was really dead. Harry felt immense relief when he had felt a faint pulse, but all that relief fled quickly when he realized that he had to figure out a way to get Snape to Madam Pomfrey.

Flashback

"Harry!" Harry's head snapped at the direction of the voice. He found Ron standing in the doorway, breathless; staring at Harry's form slumped over the still professor. "Where have you been, mate? We've been looking for you everywhere."

"Sorry," Harry apologized.

"What are you doing?" Ron pointed at Snape as he came closer. The potion master's body had resembled something off of a muggle horror story; there was blood everywhere and Snape himself looked so pale, more than he usually was. He never harbored good feeling for his professor, but this scene alone made him actually feel sorry for the man.

"I don't think he's dead." Harry chewed on his lip as he tried to cover up the bite mark. The blood was still oozing out of Snape's wounds, but Snape couldn't possibly be alive. Could he?

"What do you mean you don't think Snape is dead? We all saw him get bit by the bloody snake." The red head looked from Harry to Snape trying to figure out the truth from this situation. His dad had survived Nagini's bite, but only because they had gotten him to the hospital in time.

"Yes, Ron, I know, but there is still a pulse," Harry said. He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around the other man's neck to stop the blood loss. "We can still save him if we hurry."

"Harry, have you lost your mind?" Ron asked. "The man is a death eater."

"He was a spy," Harry argued. But who else knows that, a voice asked in the back of Harry's mind.

"It doesn't matter," Ron said. "Who will listen to you? The man killed Dumbledore." He was speaking the absolute truth. Even the members of the order were shocked to find that Snape had been the one to murder the headmaster. Harry himself was ready to do everything in his power in order to put the man in Azkaban if he had lived past the battle.

Harry looked over his shoulder at Ron, "Are you suggesting we leave him here?"

"What else are we to do? The aurors will be looking for his body and will probably be here any minute," Ron explained.

"We have to try." Harry began trying to maneuver his arms around the man when Ron grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him into a standing position.

"And what is it going to accomplish?" he asked.

"It will buy us more time," Harry said as he extracted his arm from Ron's grasp.

"Buy you more time, what good is that going to do?"

"It will give Snape time to heal."

"It will not take long for the ministry to find out about his whereabouts."

"Then we have to keep stalling them," Harry insisted.

"With the way things are right now Snape won't have time to heal whether you help or not," Ron said with a sigh. "Face it, Harry, people don't exactly like him. People don't see him as the sacrificing spy like you do. Most people see him as the man who betrayed Dumbledore. They know him as the man who killed one of the greatest wizards in the world. They won't care for an explanation, especially after this kind of battle."

Harry looked down at the pale face on the floor. Even unconscious the face held so much sadness and pain. Yes, Snape had tormented him throughout the years, but Harry would be damned if he let him die right here.

"Besides, have you seen his injuries?" Ron continued on his rampage. "Even if we do get him help it would take a miracle for him to survive."

Long moments passed in silence, the only noise coming from the water.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head. He wrapped his arms around Snape's waist and tried to lift him up. Damn, Harry thought, he is heavy. "You are willing to help a man who will most likely end up in Azkaban." This was said as a statement not as a question.

"Yes." Harry grunted as he finally stood up with Snape's dead weight resting on top of him.

"You are mad."

"I never said I was sane," Harry commented.

"Here," Ron said as he went over to Harry's other side and tugged some of the weight off of Harry. "You do know that the ministry will do everything in their power to punish Snape as much as they can, right?"

"Of course I know that," Harry snapped. "How could I bloody forget?" They started slowly making their way to the door.

"What are you doing with Professor Snape's body?" Hermione walked into the room and stared at the motionless professor.

"We are taking him to the hospital wing," Harry answered. He had to push Snape's head away; even with Harry's growth spurt he was not nearly as tall as the death eater. "Damn it! Ron, could you help me here a little."

Hermione's eyes widened comically. "But… but he's dead." She moved out of the way as the boys shuffled their way out of the boat house.

"Apparently he is not. At least that's what Harry said," Ron muttered under his breath. "Bloody hell, he doesn't look that heavy."
"I know," Harry agreed. It seemed as though the longer they held Snape up the more he seemed to weigh.

Hermione snapped out of her shock and ran after the group. "If he is truly alive then we need to get him to Madam Pomfrey."

"Well," Ron mumbled, "that's the idea."

"Ron," Harry yelled, "we don't ha-"

"What I meant is that we need to get him to her as fast as we can," Hermione interrupted him.

"We are going as fast as we can. The man is not exactly feather light," Ron grumbled under his breath.

"Then why are you not apparating him to Hogwarts?" she asked.

Both boys stopped in their track and looked at each other. Low curses were heard as they got Snape into a safe position.

"Why didn't you think of this sooner?"

"I didn't think of it at the time."

"Well, thanks for helping."

"Hey, it's not my fault. You didn't think of it either."

"I was a little busy."

"So was I."

"Could you two please stop fighting and get this man to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione intervened.

"Sorry," they muttered in unison.

Harry felt the familiar tugging on his insides as the loud cracking noise of apparition sounded through the blasted building.

End Flashback

It was still difficult for Harry to believe that Snape had survived. When they had entered the damaged castle they half expected people to start throwing hexes at the levitating ex-Death Eater, but instead most of them ignored them except for the aurors. It took everything in Harry's power to keep them all away and not harm the man any more than he already was. Harry was saved when Molly and Madam Pomfrey came to his rescue. They somehow, miraculously, managed to scurry all of the functioning aurors away and finally get Snape some medical attention.

Both women let out a gasp when they saw the wounds on Snape's neck. What puzzled Harry the most was the way Molly was treating the man who had hurt one of her children; he would have thought that the woman would be trying to hex the man into the deepest pit of hell, but instead she was trying to help him out. It was as if she knew somehow that he was innocent. Harry watched them as they worked on him and it seemed as if hours had gone by instead of minutes when they were in the safe zone.

He had found out that Snape had on him an anti-venom potion that he kept in his cloak in case of a sudden attack. The poison was virtually gone from his body, but it had not left the teacher unscathed. He was still having trouble with blood loss and his immune system was weakened. Madam Pomfrey had said that it would take a year or more for him to heal completely, but some side effects would remain with him for the rest of his life.

It was decided among all of them that it would be best if Snape remain hidden for the duration of his healing. The aurors would still be out and about trying to capture him one way or another, but it would be for the best if Harry could find a place where the man could have a little peace before his trial. Molly had offered her place, but it was quickly decided that it wouldn't be safe enough for both Snape or for the Weasley family. Not only were there people who would be opposed to such housing arrangements, but the house was simply too small to fit everybody. It was later agreed on that Snape should stay at Grimmauld place with Harry. He had to admit that wasn't the brightest idea in case Snape happened to wake up, but it was a much better choice than St. Mungo's which was already overflowing with injured wizards.

Madam Pomfrey had told Harry that at the rate Snape was healing he would not wake up for a long time. He had entered into a magical coma and would only come out of it when he felt ready; it could take weeks, months, or even years for him to wake up. As predicted she was correct. Snape didn't wake up for six months. He didn't even stir when his trials had come up. The aurors had somehow figured out Snape's whereabouts and seized him from the household. Harry had pleaded with the ministry to not throw the man in Azkaban; he would most certainly not survive there, but to put him under house arrest. To Harry's delight the ministry agreed, but on one condition. An auror would have to be present in Harry's household for the duration of the trials, it would for the best if Snape was watched at all times.

Snape's sentencing was one of the most nerve-racking things he had ever had to live through, besides the whole Voldemort terror. He was filled with fear for the man, he knew very well how cruel people could be to those they thought guilty. Amazingly, the Wizengamot declared Snape innocent, despite the public's opinion. However, Kingsley warned Harry that it would be best if Severus was moved back to Hogwarts. The castle was rebuilt and ultimately it would be the best place for the man to heal. The crowd was not exactly happy about the trials and there would surely be someone who would want to take advantage of Snape's weakened state.

Harry had to admit that it was one of the better decisions he had ever made. Even if it was two years after the battle and one and a half years after the trials this place made Harry feel more at home than any other house he happened to reside in. The castle was better suited for taking care of Snape anyway. The ex-Death Eater may have been cleared of all his wrong-doings, but Kingsley said that it would be for his own benefit if Harry continued to look after him in case anyone decided to act out. Sure there have been people who offered to take over the job for him, but for some reason he wouldn't trust anyone else with something as important as this. His days had been busy with school work, but Snape was okay on his own for the better part of the day. In fact, he had enough energy now to scowl and make comments about Harry's intelligence once again.

The professor had finally woken up on the third day after the trials. Harry had just administered the potions Snape was supposed to take when something had caught his eye. It seemed as if he had seen Snape's hand move a little, but that could have been just hallucination. It was on days like these that Harry would sometimes sit by Snape, quietly pleading him to wake up. He wasn't sure why he did that. In all reality that seemed kind of odd. Why would he want Snape to wake up? All he ever did was cause Harry pain and humiliation. But something inside of him forced him to do these things.

And on the third day Snape finally opened his eyes for the first time in six months.

"Harry?" he croaked, his voice rough from misuse.

"Professor?" Harry looked at Snape in surprise. He was left speechless for a long moment before Snape's voice brought him out of his reverie.

"Wha-"

"Hang on," Harry said as he shot up from his chair. "I need to get a hold of Madam Pomfrey."

Harry ran out of Snape's room and went straight towards the fire place. He muttered a low curse as he stabbed his toe on the coffee table in his rush.

"Madam Pomfrey's office," Harry said as he threw a handful of floo powder into the fire place.

The fire lit up and the older lady looked curiously at him. "Harry? Are you alright, dear?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, I'm quite alright, but Professor Snape-"

"Is he awake?" she interrupted suddenly.

"Yes, he has just woken up."

"Move away, Harry, I'm coming in." The healer stepped through the fire place and into Harry's living room. "When did he wake up?"

Harry ran a hand through his messy hair, "Not even a few minutes ago. I had just finished giving him his medicine and I looked over to his bed and his eyes had opened."

She nodded at the information as she continued to Snape's room in a fast pace without further questions.

The potions master was still lying down on the pillows without much movement, but his eyes had become more alert. It was odd seeing his old professor in such a state. His hair was still greasy, but it was spread out in disarray on the pillow and with his consciousness back the famous scowl had made its' grand return. But something about him was off. He still seemed as intimidating as ever; he was sure that if Neville had to have a chat with Snape he would make him feel like a first year again.

"Ah, Severus, it's nice to finally see you awake," she smiled at the wary looking man. "How are you feeling?"

Snape was struggling to sit up in the bed, but failing miserably.

"Not so fast, Severus," Madam Pomfrey said as she pushed Snape back in his lying position. "You have just woken up; you are nowhere near as strong as you were before the coma."

"Whe-Where am I?" Snape rasped. He was looking around the room with a scrutinizing gaze, taking into account every detail he saw.

"You are currently staying in Mr. Potter's quarters. This is the safest place for you to stay at the moment," the witch explained.

"Wha-"

"Severus," she chided.

The ex-death eater looked as if he was about to ask more questions, but Madam Pomfrey silenced him before he could even utter a syllable.

"Save the questions for a later time; right now I need to examine you to see if any damage is still left." Severus reluctantly agreed, but Harry saw the irritation in those dark eyes. The man may have been awake for less than an hour, but his true personality had begun to shine again the moment those eyes opened.

Harry had been watching from the side without making much noise. He was surprised at hearing Snape's voice again. He had expected to feel something akin to bitterness and anger, but for some unknown reason the only feeling he felt was relief.

The man was glaring at the wall as much as he could as Madam Pomfrey fussed over him. The witch was no doubt worrying about how his body was reacting to being awake again. To her relief Snape had not shown any signs of being in pain and was adjusting quite well for his state of being.

"Well, Severus, there is some damage left and I'm afraid it will be permanent, but it is nothing to worry about. Your immune system is not as strong as it was before and I'm afraid it will never be quite as strong. And I'm sure we can make those scars disappear with a potion or two," the healer said with a satisfied expression.

"Is that it?" Harry asked as he walked over to Snape's bed side. The older man cast a weak glare his way, but otherwise said nothing.

"As far as permanent damage goes yes," she nodded her head. "He will have trouble speaking and getting around for quite some time, but that is to be expected. After all he was in a coma for a long time."

"I am still here," Severus managed to say before a coughing fit overtook him by surprise. Harry cast a worried glance at the older man in the bed, but said nothing.

"Now, now, Severus," Madam Pomfrey clucked as she summoned a glass of water, "you should take it slow and try not to force yourself too much, it will do you no good."

She lowered the glass to Snape's lips to let the man take small sips of water. He had been glaring at anything and everything in his sight and Harry was starting to question himself whether or not he was actually relieved to have the greasy git back.

"You really need to take it easy," the healer commented. "Don't strain yourself too much in any shape or form. If you ever need anything just ask Harry and he'll help you." Snape threw her a look that said 'I can take care of myself, you daft woman.'

The witch turned to Harry, "You will still have to give him the necessary potions, but other than that I think he should be fine." She smiled warmly at him and made her way to the fireplace. Harry followed closely behind, not yet ready to be completely alone with the man.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Harry asked as they entered the living room.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head and smiled. "No, you're okay for now."

She stepped into the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder, "Oh, and, Harry."

"Yes?"

"I'll be back on Friday to check on his progress," she informed him as green flames lit up and took her back to the healing wing.

Harry took a deep breath and steeled himself for what was to come next. He was one hundred percent sure that Snape was not happy to see him there and was probably wishing he could hex him into next year.

At least he doesn't know where his wand is, Harry thought to himself. But he knew it was only a matter of time before Snape could walk and talk again and surely then he would find a way to make his life a living hell. Again.

How was it? Reviews are appreciated. I'll try to update as much as I can, but I make no promises.

Jay.