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He sits there on the edge of his bed, his pale fingers twisted tight together.
He sits there on the edge of his bed, trembling head to toe and trying not to think; which seems so difficult somehow.
He sits there on the edge of his bed listening to the laughter downstairs and trying not to cry.
He is the odd one out, "so pale and shy" they say about him; not like the rest of his family at all.
The talented father
The gorgeous mother
The wonderful and brilliant sisters
and the brother, oh, is he not perfection itself.
If only they knew,
If only they knew of the ripped sheets splattered with blood and cum.
If only they knew about the death threats that kept the house elves from talking,
but no, all they see is the beautiful perfect brother
and then,
and then him.
shy
and quite,
strange
and sad.
The boy that wears long sleeves all year round (to stop people from seeing the permanent black bruises) and flinches about a mile when you touch him.
He sits on the edge of his bed, whipping tears from his eyes as he thinks of what they all say about him.
He freezes,
Trembling,
Looking slowly up at the door.
There in the doorway stands his brother,
Smiling cruelly as he removes his white cotton shirt.
Steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
He swallows hard, and begins to cry.
Soon the world will go black.
He sits on the edge of the bed thinking how much better death would be compared to life.
With a start Severus wakes up and looks widely around before calming down and releasing that he is in his private quarters at Hogwarts. "Why on earth am I dreaming about Him I haven't for years" he thinks to himself and then he remembers. Coming back to his classroom after dealing with his snakes and seeing Potter in his pensive where he kept all of his darkest and horrifying memories and Bloody Fucking Potter had to be in there looking. Suddenly groaning and releasing something bad he didn't even bother to find out what the brat had seen before kicking him out of his classroom.
Suddenly Severus stiffens; he can hear the door creaking open and soft footsteps coming towards the bed. Breathing uneven he slowly looks up and to his shock sees that it is Potter standing at the end of the bed. "What the hell is doing here" Severus thought to himself and then he noticed that Potter was shaking and his eyes looked haunted.
"Come here Harry" Severus said lifting the covers so that the boy could climb in all the while thinking to himself "What the hell since when has potter become Harry?" But never the less he allowed the trembling teenager cruel in next to him.
Neither of them said anything they merely lay there cuddled up close and slept. It was the first time that either Severus or Harry had had a peaceful and undisturbed sleep for a long time. From that day on every night at exactly midnight Harry James Potter would cruel into his Potions Professor and dad's worst enemy bed and go to sleep with a peaceful look upon his face.
Rebekah Heritage