Disclaimer: I own nothing. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Warning: Yaoi, BoyXBoy. Proceed with caution.
Severus Snape woke in the hospital wing jolting straight up. Somehow he just knew his master needed him. He hurriedly stood and started making his way to the doorway.
"Severus?" Pomfrey asked hurrying to him. "Severus you need to lay back down. You aren't ready to be walking around yet."
Severus just pushed her away. His master needed him. He went to his rooms as quickly as possible and gathered his vials and anything he thought may be required. When he turned to leave with several bags packed he saw Dumblecock standing in his way hands crossed in front of him.
"Where are you going Severus?" Severus walked forward and pushed his way past the old man. Now was not the time for questions and answers and trying to play games. His master needed him. "Severus I must insist you return to the hospital wing. Pomfrey says you are too weak to be up and moving around.
"GOOD GOD OLD MAN DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?!" Severus yelled at the old coot sick of playing his gad-damned role in this messed up game. He just wanted to get to his master. He was needed and no one was going to stop him.
"I'm sorry my friend, but you leave me no choice." Dumbledore raised his wand, but Severus just narrowed his eyes.
Dumbledore's eyes widened as he went flying through the room and Severus left quickly robes billowing behind him. He quickly left the school and crossed the grounds. Once he felt he left the wards he apparated.
His master needed him.
Harry could only watch as Tom looked down at the spike in his stomach. He let out a horrible roar as the spike slowly retracted and caught Tom before he could fall. He carefully laid him on the bed and started trying to heal the wound, or at least stop the bleeding.
"SEVERUS!" Harry screamed the name knowing somehow his magic would call the man to him.
He growled at the ring hearing it clanking. Slowly it started vibrating then it started shaking hard. Harry watched Tom's blood mixing with his own on top of the ring. Something in Tom's blood was making the ring have such a violent reaction.
Harry stopped breathing before looking at where the wound was. Their child. The cry of anguish that was ripped from Harry's throat made the three people at the other side of the room whimper in fear and curl against each other for protection. None wanted to draw his attention right now.
A loud crack rang through the room, shortly followed by several others. Harry looked to the horcrux and watched it splinter, crack, and finally shatter into millions of pieces. He watched as the dark aura around it slowly disappeared. When all was still again Harry wrapped his arms around Tom's shoulders and held him close.
When Severus walked into the room the first thing he saw was his master holding a bloodied Dark Lord. That was all he needed to see as he moved forward and started setting up. When he was ready he looked to his master. When he was ignored he coughed a little.
"Master?" Harry's glare and growl were his answer. Severus bowed his head submissively. "May I examine him? I may still be able to heal him." Harry's eyes brightened a little and he moved to the other side of Tom giving Severus room to work, but not leaving the bed.
After several hours of non-stop work and Harry watching over him Severus had finally finished. He smiled at his master and bowed deeply.
"I am finished Master. I have done all I can do, all he needs now is rest."
"What of the child?" Severus frowned.
"Child Master?" Harry's eyes showed deep sorrow. "I am sorry Master, I sensed no child. Shall I search again?" Harry shook his head.
"It has probably died Severus." Harry's voice sounded cold and detached. Severus hated it and fell to his knees head bowed.
"I am sorry I have failed you Master." Harry smiled at him.
"You have not failed me Severus. You got here quickly, though I assume not without consequences. You did however heal Tom for which I am extremely grateful." Severus smiled; he had never been praised before, or thanked for that matter. It felt nice. "Go find a suitable room Severus. I don't want you going anywhere until Tom is fully healed and you don't look too good yourself." Harry curled up around Tom to sleep, but just lay watching him.
Taking the silence as cue Severus left a pain potion on the desk side barely noticing the ring fragments and packed the rest of his things. He quickly made his way from the room and went in search of his own room. He didn't think he would be able to rest as much as he needed though. With Tom incapacitated Harry wasn't probably going anywhere anytime soon. And if he remembered right there were at least three kids here that needed looking after.
Severus sighed. This was going to be a long couple of days. Hopefully Tom woke up soon.
It was a week later that Tom finally stirred. Harry's head jerked up, his eyes wide, and stared at Tom. He watched as Tom's eyes slowly opened and Harry just thought of something important. How do I tell him, his child was killed without him flipping out or getting depressed? Harry felt like he just got hit by a truck. He had to tell him, but he didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already was. When Tom smiled up at him Harry swallowed hard.
"Harry? What happened?"
"The ring shot a spike out and hit you when you went to examine it Tom-tom." Tom nodded.
"I remember that. I thought I was going to have to die and come back again, again. Why didn't I?" Harry smiled. He could answer easy questions.
"I called Severus and he came immediately." Tom looked confused.
"The Dark Mark?" Harry shook his head frowning.
"Not really sure how actually. I just screamed his name as the first thing to pop into my head and he arrived with potions and other things to help." Tom nodded.
"I remember blood Harry." Tom's hand went to his stomach eyes looking down and fearful. "M-my baby?" His head shot to Harry who just looked down sadly giving him the answer to the unspoken question. Tom let out a cry of anguish and started sobbing arms hugging his stomach. Harry pulled his love to his chest, arms locking him in a strong embrace.
"Hush my lovely Tom-tom. It'll be alright." Tom tried pushing Harry away weakly.
"How can you say it'll be alright? That asshole killed our unborn child and you just shrug it off." Tom started hitting at Harry's chest weakly trying desperately to get rid of the emotions he didn't want to deal with. "I want my baby Harry." Tom said weakly looking up at Harry with tears in his eyes. "I was just getting to feel it moving inside me and he killed it." Harry's eyes hardened before he shut them and took a deep breath to calm himself. Tom realized just then how pissed Harry truly was. "I want his head Harry. And I want it now." Harry pulled Tom closer.
"You will have it my love, but first you must heal. School starts in a few weeks and I want you there with me when he is killed." Harry slipped from the bed tucking Tom in as his eyes slowly started to slide shut exhausted from the emotional drain on his body. Harry wiped away the tears from Tom's eyes and kissed his forehead softly. "I love you Tom. And I will make sure he suffers for hurting you as much as he has."
Harry swept from the room the air around him rippling. Hadrian's training was about to get intense, but it wasn't to replace Harry anymore, it was to make him a soldier. Harry was done with the games.