Saving Myself
Chapter 4
He could feel himself wakening up, blinking rapidly. He wondered where he was, closing his eyes when the room was far too bright for him. Only once his eyes had stopped stinging did he open them again. And he almost groaned it was not just a nightmare he really was in a wizard's house; he was in Severus' house. And really has lost his only family and was really facing the prospect of ending up back with the Potter's, the people who he hated more than anyone else. He was rather curious to why the man was helping him at all! Why did he run after him and stop him getting to the burning car? Why did he bring him here? Why did he stop him running after all it was none of his business was it? Why did he tie him down? Lastly, why did he give him books to read as if he were going to want to stay in a place that had not answered his plea of silent help?
Then his face turned red; not in anger or even embarrassment but in shame. He was ashamed of himself, how could he be like that with this man? A man who has despite being beaten by an eight-year-old child or perhaps beaten was a rough word hit repeatedly more like it. He still had not let him go he had taken him back in and made sure he was safe. He could not help but think he deserved being in the bindings after all he had hurt the man. Biting his lip, he wondered if he really could trust this man. What if he was Potter's supporter or even a friend of his parents he did look there age, if not younger than them. What if the man was told to see if Harry would ever confess what the Potter's done to him? He was not sure what the man wanted from him. But he decided he trusted him to a certain extent. Harry was however unaware of another lair of bindings had disappeared magically. Now there was just one small bit left, and when Harry trusted the man completely it would fall away and he would be free of the magical invisible restrains.
Biting his lip, he had to stop the tears from running freely down his face. However, he did not succeed. He now felt more alone than he had ever felt in a very long time, when he was with his parents they always looked at him in disappointment. He knew he was alone then but now he felt more of a burden and alone that he had ever felt. He would keep his mouth shut and not tell him anything, not unless he proves he is not going to tell James Potter he is here any time soon. However, when he thought about it, Severus had been gone lots of times, what if James already knew that he was there?
Just then, he heard footsteps, wiping the tears from his eyes he curled into the nearest corner and covered himself, well not his head. He knew, he just knew the man would know he was awake even if he faked it, he did not know how he knew he just knew.
"Morning" said Severus as he came in.
"...will be here in a minute" was all Harry heard. Before thinking, he had said James Potter would be there. Not sure he heard right or not sure he wanted to have heard right. He asked in a shaky dread filled voice,
"Is...Does James know I'm here?" asked Harry looking at Severus his eyes unknowing to him full of dread and fear, his body still. Severus could tell Harry was scared by his body language alone as well as those green orbs giving him away.
"No why would you think that I would invite him here?" asked Severus. Spitting the word him as if it were a curse, moreover James Potter to him was a curse, a very big unforgivable one. That to him should be in Azkaban.
"Are-Aren't you going to tell him?" asked Harry. He wanted to know if the man was going to let James know because if he were he would run for it when he could. After all he was not sitting in the same house as James Potter for even a minute not after all the man had done to him.
"No" said Severus coolly. Watching as Harry relaxed into the couch and open up slightly. He then realized Harry did not want to see James Potter, he had thought that Harry had wanted to, miss reading his fear as of fear of being left here.
"Why would you want to know that?" asked Severus silkily. Watching Harry stiffen and shake slightly before stopping it, Severus had to hand it to him he really was good at hiding his emotions. Just like his Slytherins was all Severus could think, with a fond smile gracing his lips.
"N-n-no reason" said Harry. His voice a little high pitched for normal. However, Severus decided to let it go, he knew it was no use making the child talk. It would only make him all the more distant and less trusting. Moreover, that was something he hoped to change, the child was jumpy as a grasshopper and bloody hell he was always suspicious even of an innocent question! But as he said, he would just have to gain the boy's trust.
Harry spent the rest of the morning reading the books Severus had given him. He found he liked most of them, they were interesting. Severus had piles and piles upon paper and was marking them. With what Harry could tell was a bird's feather and ink from the olden days. He remembered his uncle taking him somewhere there were scrolls of parchment ink and all that. Something they used in the olden days he was rather curious though. Was Severus family old fashioned or did he use them because he wanted to? Wasn't it easier to use pens?
Harry then began reading books about wizarding families. That was one of the books he found really fascinating. Severus seemed to realize that Harry liked the books. Therefore, he decided to tell Harry his story of his wizarding family. Harry found himself crying silently to himself at what he had missed, just because he was not found with Voldemort's wand
"My family was small but bigger then some, my father was Sebastian Snape all male Snape's have either a S or a T and some times A as there first name, and its tradition for the first born to get their fathers last name, but I was not first born my brother was. Our father loved us, but when we were ten, something happened to my brother. The next thing I know I was being told my brother was dying. My father loved potions and I got my love from him I had an Uncle Salazar who I'm named after. He was great, my brother died by a muggle disease. It was then my father changed, he never showed affection to anyone and ended up being a death eater taking out his anger and frustration out on muggles that he blamed for my brother, his son's, death. Not long later the death eaters killed my mother realizing that my dad loved her, Voldemort thought it was a weakness and killed her, I promised my mum I would not become like my father, but I took the mark unfortunately I didn't have a chance it all took place when I was unconscious. I went to Dumbledore to be a spy and I have been ever since my father died after I graduated. He finally apologized for what he had done and I forgave him, he after all was grieving and made a mistake," said Severus.
"What was your brother like?" asked Harry quietly. Surprised he was able to speak past the lump in his throat.
"We were the best of friends from when I could walk and talk. We did everything together, made tents out of cardboard boxes, helped our mother pull plants helped father put potion ingredients into potions and all the rest of it. Even though he was nearly a year older than me he was my best friend and my brother, we learned magic together and we just plain had fun" said Severus a smile gracing his lips when he thought about his brother.
There we go! Harry's finally trusting Severus and opening up a little! do you like this chapter? i hope you do! R&R please and ill update soon.