A/N Bleah. Feel awful. Stupid drowsy cold medicine. Any ideas of what to write for my next fanfiction, cause Im at a loss. What should I update after this?
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would have spoken at the Olympics earlier this week. But no, I'm stuck here on bloody North America. Yippie
Save Me, No One
Chapter 6
A gentle breeze hit Severus's face as he walked up the Astronomy tower.
Confusion was obvious on the man's face, due to the seemingly random adrenalin rush. He felt as though he could run for miles and never stop!
As soon as Severus set foot on the landing of the tower, his body sprang into motion.
The man raced forward, hooked a thin, yet strong arm around the younger man's chest, hauling him backwards.
They laid there on the stone floor for a second, before Snape yelled, "What, in the name of bloody Merlin, were you THINKING?"
Harry snapped up, glaring at his teacher, though it lost most of it's effect due to the tears trailing down his furious face. "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"
Snape's fist caught the boy's shirt, dragging him forwards until they were nose to nose. "Leave you to your DEATH? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?"
"YES!" Harry screamed with finality.
There was a long silence, which was filled with Harry's harsh breathing, and Severus dusting himself off. The sun was setting, making the room almost glow orange. The older man suddenly realized his body felt Potter's impending suicide before his mind even registered the fact, ergo, the adrenalin.
"Why do you want to die?" Severus said finally, remembering (actually) how good it felt for the boy to ask him the same question.
The boy laid back on the floor, looking up at the blossoming stars. "I... I'm just so tired. Don't I at least deserve to rest?"
Severus looked at the boy, how much he looked like James, then looked away. "Yes. But there are better ways-"
"Yeah. Try resting with MY nightmares. And after... this," Harry gestured to the grounds of Hogwarts, which were covered in debris, "I doubt I will ever sleep again."
"You will."
"How do YOU know?" Harry ground out.
"In all my years, I have seen worse. And I still carry on," Snape explained nonchalantly. Neither man would look at each other.
"Really? The way you were talking earlier, you were okay with marching to your death!" Harry muttered.
Snape then looked at him, glaring daggers. "I didn't have anything to live for. You do."
"Like what?" the boy sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Your friends. Your fan club. Your... 'family'."
Harry narrowed his eyes. He noticed the way Snape bit out 'family'.
'But this is touching, Severus. Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?'
"I'm leaving," Harry stated abruptly, as he stood to go leave.
"Where will you go?" Snape asked, unsure of whether the boy had gotten over being suicidal.
"Away from here."
A/N Sorta anticlimatic, in my opinion. Would've liked to make it better, but I wasn't sure what to say.
What should happen next? Where should Harry go after he leaves Hogwarts? How will Draco be involved? Will Ron, Hermione, and Harry still be close? Harry/Luna? Harry/Ginny? Harry/? ? You decide!
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