You Fight Me

Chapter 4

Okay, this is the fourth instalment of You Fight Me :)

Angsty!Harry and Caring!Sev in this chapter guys :)

I am so sorry for leaving this for so long, I hope you guys can forgive me it's just hard to find the time between job hunting, friends and trying to get in computer time on a computer that isn't even mine.

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Snarry Forever

Snarry

/Flashback…

His throat was suddenly bone dry and all he could manage to whisper was one word "Severus?"

Harry's eyes were wide in shock, his breath rasping in his throat as he stared at the man he'd thought dead.

"You're alive… but how?... I saw you die, I saw… I saw Nagini attack you... over and over." His breath was coming faster as he spoke.

"I saw you die!" he cried.

"Potter, calm yourself." Severus all but snapped at Harry, watching as he quickly spiralled down into a full scale panic attack. Severus quickly snatched a stool from under the nearest work bench and forced Harry to take a seat.

"Potter, you're being ridiculous." Severus growled at the boy as he started to hyperventilate.

Harry couldn't seem to calm himself as he heard nothing but white noise, the blood rushing in his ears and black spots dancing in front of his eyes as the lack of oxygen started to take hold. He heard a voice as if from far away.

"…er, Potter! Harry?" He recognized the tone and timbre of that voice which –along with hands lightly grasping his shoulders- brought him back to reality where he could hear himself sucking in quick sharp breaths, toeing the line of passing out.

"Harry, you have to calm down otherwise you are going to faint." Severus said this as he gently shook Harry by his shoulders. Harry heard the man's voice tinged with concern and thought for sure he was simply imagining things due to lack of oxygen, he heard Severus speak again.

"Follow my breathing Harry." Severus murmured to him and –Harry swore up and down he could still hear concern in the man's apathetic drawl- took the panicking boys hand, placing it against his own chest.

"Feel the rhythm and try to match it Harry, it will make it easier to calm yourself." –There's that concern again- Harry thought to himself whilst Severus sat watching Harry try to overcome his panic attack.

He felt the boys fingers curl slightly into his potion stained, white button-up and Severus sat pondering the fact that he was being so caring with the Potter boy while focusing at the same time on getting him to breathe normally again.

Severus thought it might have been because he could sympathize with the boy, after all when he was younger his own panic attacks had been quite severe; enough so to warrant a fair few stays in the infirmary.

His fingers – which Harry was obstinately aware of, without giving the game away – curled around the boys, gently pressing his smaller, paler hand a smidgeon closer to his chest right over his heart as Harry's breathing started to slow and become even again.

"That's right Potter, keep them even and slow." Severus unconsciously curled his hand tighter around Harry's as his breathing came back to a normal even rate. Finally noticing how openly he had displayed his emotions as he'd tried to get Harry's breathing under control, Severus all but threw Harry's hand away and stood abruptly as though the Viridian eyed boy was a particularly vicious Runespore he couldn't escape from quick enough.

Getting back into his snarky, arrogant façade Severus turned back to the boy.

"Now that your girly moment is over, why are you here Potter?" Severus asked Harry in a scathing tone, like he was addressing a bunch of quivering first years.

"I was wondering if …" Severus' expression turned hard.

"Speak up boy! I can't hear a bloody word your saying." His voice was harsh. It rubbed Harry the wrong way as he was called the filthy pet name his uncle had called him for all of those years, those long years full of abuse and neglect.

Harry stood sending the stool he was sitting on moments before careening across the concrete floor, His stance was defiant as he spoke up for himself.

"One: My name is not Boy! When you speak to me you will address me as 'Harry'. Not Potter either, I am not my father! And Two: may I please have a pain relieving potion. I sustained an injury a few days ago in a flying accident and it is making it nearly impossible to sleep." Harry felt he'd made himself quite clear

Severus raised his eyebrow sardonically before rebutting Harry's request.

"If you wish for a pain reliving potion you will have to make it yourself as it is on the list for tomorrow, not today." Severus sneered arrogantly at the boy before turning back to the potions he'd left simmering and he made a few minor adjustments to one of them as it had been simmering for a few moments too long.

He breathed an almost silent sigh of relief as it righted itself before he turned back to slicing daisy roots.

From behind him he heard the clunking of a cauldron being set on the stone worktop before the trickle of water running down the inside surface as it was filled halfway and then placed on a low flame to simmer. He turned around just in time to see the tail end of Harry's robe disappear into the store room and heard the tell tale click of vials and jars being moved around.

Severus shook his head in disbelief, surprised by Harry's actions before he turned back to occupy himself with his own potions.

After the noise and clattering from the various vials and jars had stopped, the workspace they shared turned quiet for close to an hour before Severus decided to turn about and check on Harry's progress.

He did only to see said boy asleep at his worktop, head pillowed on the borrowed potions book he was using and all the needed ingredients lined up and clustered into groups for what would go in and when.

He realized the boy could be quite neat as he sighed in annoyance at being left to clean up this mess. He called down a house elf and asked it to get Harry back to his room and his bed before he cleaned up Harry's worktop, putting the ingredients back into their correct spots and casting a quick scourgify to sterilize the desk once more.

After cleaning up he turned to attend his half finished potion, back to normality once more.

Snarry

Present…

Harry uncurled his aching arm from around the balustrade's supporting pole before grasping the top and hoisting himself up off the cold hard floor of the astronomy tower.

Harry was shivering violently, his weary eyes scratchy from lack of sleep and he silently cursed himself for being dumb enough to wear only a dressing gown and nothing underneath.

He figured he'd be lucky if he didn't catch a cold.

Harry turned and made his way down from the astronomy tower, wrapping cold arms about himself to try and conjure up some heat, what little could be gained from his frozen body. As he made his slow descent, his emotions started to crowd him.

Anxiety about the ensuing sickness, Excitement about teaching his own class for the first time and Confusion, about anything even remotely revolving around Severus.

A small smile graced his lips as the thought of finally getting to teach his own students but he was pulled out of his own thoughts by hearing someone growl something at him. He heard it again and he didn't need to turn around to recognize the owner of that particular voice as it barked his last name but turnaround he did coming face to prominent collar bone with none other than Severus Snape.

"I-I told y-you, my name is H-H-Harry." Harry's chattering teeth got the best of him as he spoke causing him to stutter, He looked up into Severus' face only to see the man's eyes widen.

"Po- Harry, why in Merlin's merciful robes are your lips purple?" Harry could swear he heard carefully concealed concern in the man's voice but he couldn't push himself to analyse it right now.

Severus stared at the boy for a moment before he spoke.

"I w-was up on the a-astronomy tower. C-couldn't sleep so I s-stayed up there to th-think." He heard the boy stutter and watched as boys body trembled violently.

"Obviously you weren't thinking hard enough." He watched the boy shiver again as a draught passed through the hallway.

"For Merlin's sake you dunderhead go to your rooms, to bed and stay there!" Severus watched as Harry obediently turned on his heel and strode away.

He shook his head in disbelief before turning and heading to the great hall "Winky!" he called to thin air as he stopped for a moment, a few seconds later a house-elf apparated next to him with a small crack.

"Yes master Snapey sir." The young elf said.

"Please make sure Harry receives meals during the day. He is sick and resting in his chambers." Severus didn't acknowledge his sudden mother-henning of the boy because he felt it unworthy of his time.

"Yes master Snapey." Winky bowed to him, her ears flapping before she disappeared to do as he bid her.

Severus continued onto the great hall for breakfast.

Harry whimpered quietly as he tossed and turned, restless due to the shivers sporadically skating down his spine and wracking his body. After yet another tremor Harry nearly jumped a foot in the air at hearing a squeaky voice close to his head and seeing a silver food tray floating beside his bed carrying a bowl and a spoon.

"Master Harry Potter sir. Winky has brought some soup for your lunch sir, like Master Snapey be asking her too." Harry frowned at that as he sat up against the dark wooden headboard with a little difficulty, damp black top sheet falling from his sticky chest.

"Severus told you to bring me meals?" Harry questioned hesitantly, a little skeptical about the whole situation.

"Yes master Harry sir, Master Snapey be asking Winky to bring master Harry Potter sir meals, so Winky brings master Harry Potter soup to eats. You not like soup master Harry sir?" The elf's ears quivered and her voice raised a few octaves with her excitement as she spoke energetically to Harry.

"No it's fine Winky, thank you." Harry nodded his dismissal to the elf and took the tray from her before she disapparated. After setting down the tray Harry swiped a hand down the side of his sweaty face, distress shone through as Winky's visit only served to remind him of Dobby -how the elf died to save him and his friends- and of the war.

Before his mind could go any further Harry reeled out of bed sending the tray along with the bowl of soup flying , the bowl hitting the floor hitting the floor on its side and careening over. It's contents spilled out onto the marble floor and instantly cooled against the chilled surface. Some of the liquid flew through the air before landing and matting the fibres of the nearest rug.

Harry grabbed his robe from the end of his bed where he'd left it that morning and pulled it over the bare top half of his sweaty body as he staggered out of his chambers. Taking several short cuts and secret passages, Harry ended up in the entrance hall quicker than he anticipated but he didn't care as he flung himself though the front doors and gulped in large lung full's of air but it didn't seem to be enough.

Harry wobbled his way across the expanse of Hogwarts grounds to the rim of the black lake and stumbled once before going down, his knees colliding painfully with the hard packed earth just inches away from the soft soil at the water's edge. Harry raised his face to the sky and loosed one sorrow filled, agonized scream.

Snarry

Severus spent the hours between breakfast and lunch wandering the halls as potions simmered down in his lab with monitoring spells cast over them. He was wandering absentmindedly and by no means whatsoever did he intentionally find himself in front of the boy's door to his chambers he told himself sternly. Blowing out a sigh of irritation Severus decided that just one look-in would be enough to satisfy his curiosity and he entered –In no way did he actually care about the boy- only to find the boys quarters empty.

He exited the rooms with a click of the doors mechanism and from out of the blue he heard one loud anguished cry.

Snarry

Wow! So that last bit was a little intense. I actually almost gave up typing this chapter but I figured you guys would hate me so I continued in hopes that you guys will enjoy :)

I'm getting cracking on the next chapter but I'm not too sure just how long it's going to take me to get the next chapter written, typed and posted so keep your eyes peeled.

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