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*Parseltongue*


Harry POV

I came home at nearly midnight, instead of the 3 o clock I had originally planned on. So, thinking Severus would be in his room, I calmly walked inside with my dark lord glamour on still. Unfortunately as my luck is now a day, Severus was sitting on the couch, staring at a piece of paper. Hoping to not draw attention to myself, I silently moved to change my appearance. But, before I could change, he had his wand at my throat.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here." He growled

"Now, don't do anything rash." I spoke softly my hands raised at either side of my head.

"I've been sitting here reading that damned paper for hours, waiting for the other resident of this house to return. You tell me to not do anything rash?! The owner left this house, which he says is the only safe place for us, without saying where he was going, and he is already 8 hours late coming home!" Severus snarled, pressing his wand into my throat more.

"You…you care about him?" I stuttered out, my hands now lying limp by my sides.

"That is a preposterous presumption. I simply need to ask him something." wait, did I just see slight fear in his eyes?

"Don't lie to me, you do care."

"No, I don't!" by now, I'm sure his wand is going to leave a bruise there. Wand…Severus…wand… I thought his wand was in my room still? My eyes widened. He…

"You…went into m-his room!? You know you are not to go in there! You daft fool, you may have ruined everything!"

"Don't. Call. Me. A. Fool. You don't know anything. Now tell me who you are before I hex you into oblivion." At this point, I stopped caring. He doesn't know the identity of this appearance anyways. So, I growled, pushing Severus to the ground, removing the glamour in the process.


Severus POV

After sitting on the couch for hours, the sound of the door opening made me jump slightly. I was ready to start yelling at Shiro and ask all the questions I had. However, I saw a complete stranger in our house. Wait, no, not our house, just Shiro's house. I growled and in close proximity, I saw how beautiful this man was. Long, blonde hair, pale complexion, and silver eyes. Damn it Severus, no. harry, only Har- no! I murderously squashed those thoughts, along with the growing arousal. I soon finished my ran on doing something 'rash.' However, when those silver eyes gained determination, I faltered slightly, but enough to give him leverage and push me to the ground. I blinked, wondering what the hell he was doing, and instead came face to face with Shiro.

"What the fuck?" I managed to say.

"Severus, you should have been able to tell it was a simple disguise. I am afraid you have lost your edge." Shiro stood up, "sorry for being late, but that did not warrant for you to snoop around my room. You have questions for me, then." I watched as he went and sat down on the couch. Following suit, I thought of what to ask first.

"Where were you?"

"Classified." My eyebrow twitched.

"Why use a glamour like that?"

"classified." My fingers twitched next.

"Why not just take me with you?" I watched as he pondered my question.

"It is not time yet for you to come along with me." I huffed. Well, at least he answered this time.

"Why do you have ex-death eater information?" I frowned as Shiro hesitated.

"I-um-its-they-…classified." I growled at the answer, standing to go to my room.

In the morning, I was greeted by an unknown owl holding a letter in its beak.

Taking it, the bird flew off. No reply needed then. Turning it, I recognized the elegant scrawl my name was written in; claiming the letter to be from Lucius Malfoy. I sat on my bed and began reading it.

Severus,

In the event that you get this, a new Dark Lord has started to rise and I now follow him. At the point of this letter being written, I know not the Dark Lords purpose, but I have an idea. I also have an idea for who he is. If I am correct, then he will wear a glamour to hide who he really is. Until the right moment, that is. I want you to remain safe. Remain with he who houses you. He may keep secrets, but what he does tell you is most likely the truth. Everything will become clear once he deems it time. Never forget, Severus, harry potter will return on his own. Do not worry about him, focus on getting better.

Until next time,

Lucius Malfoy

P.S. I am writing this two days after I had my last visit with harry.

I stared at the letter in shock. A new Dark Lord? Don't worry about Harry and trust Shiro? What the hell is going on? I sighed, going to the kitchen. Is he really still asleep? I looked, confused, at the empty spot he usually ate breakfast at this time. I cast another tempus, it was nearing 9 a.m. I went over to the sink, seeing dirty dishes. He already ate, then. But why not wash the dishes? I went to his room, growling lightly when he wasn't in there. He left again, this time not telling me he was even going.

I had ended up working on a potion all day. It was already midnight when I finished, and heard the door open. Walking out, I saw Shiro, lying on the floor. He was completely soaked; compliments for the rain pouring down outside, and a gash on his right side, his breath heavy. I quickly moved towards him, carefully bringing him into my arms. I stopped in place for a moment when he let out a low groan of pain.

*Ssseverusss* I frowned, recognizing the hissing language. It was spoken often enough by the previous Lord. Why and how was he speaking in parseltongue? When I felt him move closer to me, his skin was wet and cold. I moved again, going to his room. After placing him on his bed, and using a drying charm, I removed his shirt to get to the wound. Casting a few spells, I closed and cleaned it of blood. I accioed a healing potion and slave. I first poured the potion into his mouth, rubbing his throat to help him swallow it. The potion was for any internal damage. I next opened the salve, rubbing it into the gash. It had extended from the middle of his stomach to slightly past his side, onto his back. I then added gauze, which was conveniently on the table beside me. Giving a slightly smile as his breathing went back to normal and his skin warmed, I left to my own room.


"Run, Severus!" I heard a voice yell.

"What?!" I was confused, standing in the middle of an ambush.

"Please, Severus, run! There's too many! Use the port key and get out of here!" I turned to the voice, freezing in shock; Harry.

"Harry-!" I stopped as harry jumped in front of me, right in the path of a spell I didn't recognize. I gasped as he fell, a cry of pain going past his lips. Kneeling, I pulled him into my arms.

"You daft fool! Next time use a protego or something!" my heart shattered as he coughed up blood, a weak smile on his lips.

"Severus, never forget me okay? Severus." I felt tears fall down as harry places a shaky hand on my cheek.

"Harry." I whispered softly. He smiled again as he pulled me into a slow, gentle kiss. I could feel all of the passion, and love, and kindness as sparks flew between us. I looked at Harry as he broke away.

"Severus, I love you. Please stay strong for me." I let out an anguished cry as Harry died in my arms.


I woke up, my breathing labored and my eyes damp with tears. It was just a dream. I pulled my hands to my lap, flexing them open and closed. When I was somewhat calm again, I stood and went to Shiro's room. Don't ask why I wanted to go there and see him, the one I wanted to see was Harry. I softly opened the door, not wanting to wake him, and went over this his bed.

"Am I still dreaming?" I whispered aloud as I made out the figure in the bed. Placing a hand on his cheek, I gently moved my thumb across it. Giving a small, confused, smile, I spoke;

"Harry."