Alive!

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Harry Potter or anything from the Harry Potter Universe.

AN: Ok so, I have decided that Voldemort has already been killed, making a slight change to the ending of the fifth book (that's when Harry kills him). There will also be an update in the prologue explaining this to new readers, however this is for those who have already read to this point and are waiting for an update.

Right, anyway, on with the story.

Chapter 5: Revelations...of a sort

James, Sirius, Remus and Albus watched, with varying degrees of shock or horror, as the normally cold and heartless potions professor comforted a distraught Harry Potter with soft words and gentle hands. Poppy was standing next to them, a knowing smile stretching across her face.

Until James snapped out of his stupor, and proceeded to turn red in fury. Before anyone could stop him, James had strode forward, gripped Harry's arm and yanked him away from Severus.

In hindsight not the best of ideas.

Harry's reaction was immediate (and quite justified). He screamed. Loud and long, and he continued screaming through James' attempts to comfort him. Harry struggled in the man's arms, his own reaching towards where Severus was being held back by a furious Sirius and Remus.

Then suddenly, Sirius and Remus were blown back and James was forcibly removed from where he was restraining Harry. As Severus rushed to Harry and enveloped him in his arms. The three men turned to glare at a furious Poppy Pomfrey.

"How dear you!" Instinctively the three men took a large step back. They had never heard Poppy's voice sound so cold and icy.

"Don't you think the child has been traumatised enough without you taking him away from the one person who makes him feel safe?" The men glared at her. However, she wasn't finished.

"Get out, and you are not to come back until I tell you. LEAVE!" James, Sirius and Remus were forced out of the ward, and the doors slammed in their faces.

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Later that night found the three men lounging in the Gryffindor common room. The fire was blazing in the hearth, and the room as a whole had a lethargic and peaceful air about it. The thoughts of the three men, however, were anything but.

"Snivillus is a bastard" was repeated by Sirius, for what was probably the hundredth time. The other two nodded along, absently agreeing to the comment. Silence settled on the brooding men.

"We need to get my son away from that...that, DEATHEATER!" James' roar reverberated through the Gryffindor dorms, startling Sirius and Remus out of their brooding. Identical smirks worked their way onto the men's faces as they began to plan a way to get Harry away from Severus Snape.

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Meanwhile, Harry and Severus were locked in an almost stifling hug. Harry's head was buried in Severus' chest, as Severus stroked his hair, watching the sleeping boy.

Albus, Poppy and Severus had been talking for a while now, waiting for Harry to fall asleep. Albus decided that now would be the best time to question (interrogate) his potions master on his relationship with Mr Potter.

Severus bet him to it.

"I confronted him in first year, when I noticed the bruising on his arms. Our relationship just grew from there, and that is all I'm going to say Albus."

Poppy sniggered at the Headmasters disgruntled look and his grumble about Severus always taking the fun out of things. However the headmaster bounced back almost immediately and the twinkle in his eyes grew twofold, causing the other two adults to eye him warily.

"Well then, my boy, I'll just have to have another room set up in your chambers for young Harry." Albus' smile made the Potions Master's suspicion rise.

"Whatever you're planning Albus, just don't" Severus snapped, accompanied by a glare (albeit a weak one) directed at the headmaster. Severus knew that it would be futile to try and stop Albus when he had a plan in mind.

Albus just smiled serenely and left with a soft "Goodnight my boy." Poppy shook her head as she watched the meddling old man leave her infirmary.

Not long after, Severus also took his leave. Taking a still sleeping Harry with him.

In his chambers Severus didn't even try and put Harry in a different bed, knowing that the boy needed to be close to a calming and protective presence (even in his sleep) and that right now that presence was him. So he transfigured their clothes into pyjamas and lay down on his bed. Harry snuggled closer, burring his head further into Severus' chest.

Severus gazed down at his small bundle, his eyes softening as he brushed some of the boys hair out of his face. He could only hope that now things would get better for the boy.

But something told him that things would get worse before they could.

yukikiralacus: First off I can safely say that no this is not a story were Severus is Harry's real father. However I don't know as of yet whether it will or won't be James and Sirius bashing. I can, however, tell you that they will always love Harry and anything they do that may hurt him is not done to hurt him.

Hey, um, I don't really know where this story is going, so if anybody has any suggestions feel free to suggest (however I may not use them).
Also, I apologise for the shortness of the chapter, I just wanted to get something out.

Thank you for reading this

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