You'll Be Safe Here
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling's. You'll be Safe Here is by Rivermaya. This decent attempt at fiction is mine.
WARNING: AU/OOC. Implied self-harm/ SLASH/ Abuse/ Violence/ CHARACTER DEATH. You have been warned.
RATING: M (for mature readers only)
SUMMARY: Harry Potter has been in the spotlight all his life but he remains incomplete. Severus Snape's destiny has been cast aside in the shadows; he too wants to be whole. They would find what they both want and need in each other but those around them won't make it easy. If everything and everybody was against their unlikely union, will their love survive the adversity? Or will they be forced to take the easy way out? Told in first person POV
A/N: This song-fic is inspired by Rivermaya's You'll Be Safe Here. I recommend that you listen to the song while you read for the full effect. It's such a hopeful song but you can take its meaning both ways. This is what I came up with. Enjoy.
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Chapter 3: You'll be Safe Here
"Close your eyes
Dry your tears
'Coz when nothing seems clear
You'll be safe here
From the sheer weight
Of your doubts and fears
Weary heart
You'll be safe here."
[Finding Solace: Severus Snape]
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We have reached an unspoken agreement, him and me. After all, we have lived all our lives on the opposite sides of the fence. But the day he saved me, I vowed to be always by his side, no matter what.
It was a week after it had all ended; He had taken me in. We were in an undisclosed location. He had said that he wanted to be away from it all, nothing more. The gesture surprised me; for one, I thought he had hated me, for I have always made his life miserable, even if it was just a role I had to play – begrudgingly at that; another, was that he was a hero, surely he wanted the fame and the adulation that came with the job description? What am I missing here?
I was a spy, for the light, but a spy nonetheless. I was a man of questionable morals. Why was he, the beacon of light, consorting with me?
I tried to find myself some answers in those vibrant green emerald eyes. I was so used to seeing mischief, desire, passion and life in those orbs; but what I got was nowhere even near: rejection, betrayal, pain and uncertainty. This seventeen year old young man had the eyes of an empty, jaded old-timer who has seen too much for comfort. Those eyes were sending the world out there, to my perspective, a silent plea for help.
I sighed. Maybe we were more alike than I thought.
But it was still unnerving for me to find the most esteemed Prince of Gryffindor, possibly in the same plight as I am.
It was disturbing, and yet comforting in a twisted manner.
I was not alone. Maybe I should make sure he does feel that same way.
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[Finding Solace: Harry Potter]
I sat alone in an armchair by the fire, a couple of weeks after that fated day. I stared blankly at the glowing embers, a habit that I had developed just recently.
Nobody knew where I was, I had made sure of that. Well, nobody, except for him.
I stood up and walked towards the nearest window. It had a view of the surrounding summer garden. Amongst the lilies and the daisies, my housemate stood, his hands touching the thigh-high growth of grass. His seemingly fathomless ebony eyes seemed to be lost in thought, staring at a distant horizon.
These past few days have been quiet, too quiet. Ever since we have agreed to a truce, without actually discussing it, we have both lived in peace. There were days that we did not even speak at all, not even "pass the salt" over the dining table. But never have I felt alone; He was always there… for me, a constant presence in my constantly shaky world. He need not speak at all actually. Even without words, for some reason, I began to hear him, I feel him with me, deep within me.
Sometimes I wonder if he knew why I asked him to stay with me. But one look into that ostensibly endless expanse of his obsidian eyes is all that I need to counter my fears.
He knew that I needed him. And he doesn't mind.
I continued to watch him caress those brightly colored petals and leaves. I can't help but wonder how it must have felt – to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I was about to turn away and get back to the armchair by the fire when his gaze met mine accidentally. I had expected a scowl or even a slight frown.
But to my utter surprise and shock…
He smiled at me.
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A/N: Another chapter in a day! Don't you just love me? Haha. Anyway I'll try to update my other story, The Dark Conspiracy as well. I'm juggling 3 stories for the moment, this, TDC and Who Killed Harry Potter, so updates maybe sparse. ON top of that I am trying to find a new job that hopefully will not make me want to kill myself. Anyway, I'll try my best to update all three at them at least once a week. But of course, more reviews will definitely make me want to post it a bit earlier than what I originally intended. So… tell me what you think. Review! Review! Review - Eastwoodgirl
