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Sweet torture
Chapter 4
"Mister Potter, would you care to explain why it is that you are out roaming the castle at his time of night."
Harry slowly turned towards the deep, smooth voice of the Slithering head of house, having long ago lost the urge to jump like a first year caught doing something they shouldn't be.
"I'm patrolling the corridors professor", he replied matter of factly. He was the head boy after all, patrolling was part of the job prescription.
Severus couldn't help but flinch internally at the lack of emotion in the young man's voice and the dullness in his once vibrant emerald eyes.
"It's not your turn to be patrolling Potter, and even if it was it is too late for you to still be patrolling," the man sneered out of habit more than anything else.
Harry didn't react to the man's tone though, after so many years of the man sharp tongue being used on him, he had grown immune to the vitriol and chose to ignore it. "I must have lost track of time sir, I'll go and sleep now." He had already turned to leave when he heard the man sigh.
"Somehow I doubt you will Harry", the man said so softly that Harry could almost have thought his mind was playing tricks on him.
Instead, the softening of the tone of his voice and the use of his first name caught dark haired boy off guard. His eyes immediately snapped up to his professor for the first time that night. The first he notices was the lack of the usual disdain in the man's eyes, but then again that had been absent for quite a while hadn't it? Instead he saw worry and compassion, compassion, not pity like he'd seen in most peoples' eyes before he started acting normal, and something else that Harry couldn't place, or perhaps just didn't want to. He barely noticed Severus reaching out to him, because at that moment the darkness took him and he was finally falling, falling deeper and deeper into its hold. He was hardly aware of a strong set of arms wrapping themselves around him, preventing him from falling to the floor and hurting himself.
Severus sighed once more as he looked down upon the pale, drawn face of the boy in his arms. Carefully he shifted the unconscious boy so he could carry him back to his room bridal style.
"Oh Harry… Why do you insist on torturing yourself so"
A/N: Alright people, as it stands there's either one or two more chapters to go depending on whether or not you want me to add a chapter with slash. So if y'all want little harrykins to get some hot man love y'all better start reviewing. If you want love you gotta give me some love in return people!
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Ebony