Anything But Mine

Chapter 2: Morning After

Harry woke with a start at feeling the lack of warmth at his side he expected to wake up to. His body scrambled aimlessly around the bed, checking under the sheets and glancing around the room in a mild panic.

"SEVERUS!" He called out after a while to the empty mansion and received nothing but silence in response. He tried one more time, "SEVERUS!" jumping on his feet, slipping a robe on and shoving a pair of rain boots on his feet.

"DAMN IT, SEVERUS." He yelled to no one in particular, rushing downstairs gripping a pouch full of floo powder in on hand and his wand in the other. It was time to pay his godfather another visit to ask for another favor. With a fist tightly inclosing the little bag he slammed his hand to the wall next to him as he kept moving. Never stopping, his fist pounding in pain and his blood rushing to his head. He was thinking of ways to punish Severus when this was over. Make sure he never does it again.

He almost went tumbling over with his sudden halt just inches into his kitchen, his heart jumping a beat, his eyes widening at the sight.

Severus sat at the cold floor, his legs up to chest, his head resting at his knees and his arms loosely hugging them. His chest moved rhythmically, his raven hair cascading over a thin bare shoulder. The beige colored sheets he had rapped around him had stains of blood on them, little stains and smears that activated Harry to run to Severus' side.

Severus felt hands and he snapped his neck up to look to whom they belong to. With little shock he blinked open his eyes to spot a thunderbolt shaped scar. He could feel his sore body protesting against his little attempts to shift from his night here. He glanced around the lit room. Its modern textures and rich beauty shined with the sun's light but it was missing shine. The shine he wished he would have woken up to instead. Sleepily he glanced around the room in hope she'd still be there. Nothing.

Nothing but Harry's hands as they roamed all over checking the little he could in his panic. "Blood…" He said. "Blood…" He repeated shaking Severus from the shoulders in frustration and Severus eyes moved to lock in with Harry's green eyes that lacked the luster of his mother's. "Severus, were did the blood come from?"

Severus looked down at the sheets spotting the little spots of darken blood. He could feel the blood boil inside him, his rage building up in his core. He looked back up to look into those green eyes. They followed his own meeting at a center only inches away and they looked back at him with concern, confusion, innocence. He wished to scratch them out. "Don't pretend…" he accused as he shoved at Harry's hands, hoping to strip them off his skin.

Harry's heart sank. He could see hate in Severus' eyes. He could feel the small trembling of his fragile withered body at his touch. He could sense his resentment. Harry let his hands fall at his sides and Severus looked away, his hands tugging at the sheets as he rapped them tightly against his body.

"Did I do this?" he asked himself. He thought back to the previous night; he knew he got a little too excited but did he let himself get carried away? He was just having fun. He was happy and relieved for finding him that he didn't think to… to… "Severus…" he began. "I'm sorry."

Severus was on his feet slowly walking away before Harry knew it. "For what?" he uttered before he disappeared.

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I know it's short but I just wrote this and thought I should post it up instead of making everyone wait till I finished it.

Thanks to everyone who commented. It's food for the soul.

Sorry for the lack of background. It might come in bits and pieces or just one big ball of information. I can't make sense of it just yet. Just accept it damn it…

JK...

The explanation and reason for the ghost thing will also come later in bits and pieces.

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