Two Souls Are Better Than One

by peacefulvetala

The year is 2015. Harry Potter has been unconscious for 17 years. Technically, he is 35 years old but he doesn't look a day over 17, his magic preserving his body. Will fate finally give our Savior a good hand? Or will things be very complicated yet again? Very AU. Rated T for now(may change at a later date). Multiple OC's. Slash warning(mentions, nothing specifically described)

1. Chapter 1

Hello and welcome to my story! This is the first fanfiction I have ever written and honestly, it was based on a really weird dream I had. Please rate and review. Ideas are welcome (sorry ahead of time if I cannot use your idea) as well as constructive criticism. Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 1

Severus POV-
Yet another year that the Potter boy is unconscious in the Hogwarts infirmary. Many assume he's not actually here, that he is hidden somewhere else due to how long he has been out of the public's eye, but he is not. He's in my hair like he has been since his first day at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter, the boy with a hero complex, has been in my care for the last 17 years. Harry Potter has been in a coma since the second he defeated the Dark Lord.
He stirs occasionally, like he is trying to wake up and get away from the darkness that is containing him. "Maybe this will be the year he finally awakens" I think to myself. I'm not actually hopeful but Harry Potter has always surprised me. The most surprising thing about Potter is that he hasn't aged a day in the last 17 years. Poppy Pomfrey has determined that his magic is preserving him and its waiting for something to happen or someone to show up.

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Harry POV-
I can't actually tell how long I've been in this darkness. A while I'm sure. I can feel familiar magical signatures around me a lot. I can tell when Hermione and Ron are around but I feel them a lot less frequently now. I continue to wonder why they aren't around me as much. I've run out of things to over think. Any scenario I think of is stupid by now.

I just want to do something. Floating around my brain is boring. I just want to walk. I want to preform magic. I'm restless.

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Severus POV-
A large group of students enter the infirmary. Merlin knows why. It's only the second day of school. I notice the group consists mainly of Slytherins' with a few Ravenclaw. The most noticeable Ravenclaw is Gemma Black in her light blue class robes looking similarly colored to the Beauxbatons robes. Honestly she is just like her parents, finding loop holes so she doesn't have to wear navy blue class robes that "clashes with her eyes and hair". On her very first day of school five years ago, Gemma was sent to my office because she wasn't wearing the appropriate color of robes. I actually gave her house some points for finding loopholes but told her to act like she was thoroughly punished to keep up my reputation.
I am not one for eavesdropping, even as the headmaster, so I just pay attention to anything but the students until one student, a Slytherin, walks over and addresses me.

"Headmaster Snape?"
"Yes, Mr. Lestrange?" I drawl after the dark haired teenager addressed me.
"Headmaster, I had a question about my potions homework. I know you aren't the potions professor anymore but I was wondering if-" the Lestrange boy stops because one Harry Potter moved.

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Harry POV-
That magic! It feels very important and something I need to touch, to keep near me. I try to move. I want to get out of the darkness. I need to get to the person that has that magical signature.

I try moving some more. My head feels a lot less foggy than it has in the past. I try to open my eyes. "Come on Harry!" I encourage myself. I keep trying to open my eyes, that's what I'm focusing on now. If I can get my eyes open, I can see what's happening. I can see who is around me.
"Poppy!" I hear a strangely familiar voice call out.
"Mr. Potter can you hear us?"
"Try to open your eyes Mr. Potter."

What do they think I'm trying to do? Dance?

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Severus POV-
"Poppy!" I call out. Potter has never been this active before. Maybe a small shift but today it looks like the boy is trying to wake up. Poppy runs over, telling the students to stay where they are. Mr. Lestrange just moves to the end of the bed, transfixed on Potter. All of the students are looking at the bed trying to see what is happening.
Potter stops moving as much as he was but when I look towards his eyes, I can tell he is trying to open them. His eyelids are fluttering more than they normally do.
Poppy continues to tell Potter what to do but I'm just watching his eyes as they continue to move around and flutter.
After what feels like hours, even though it has only been a few minutes, bright green eyes that rival his mother's open and Potter sits up like he's been unconscious for a few hours instead of 17 years.