Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry, Hedwig, Severus (as much as I love him), and everyone else, all belong to JKR and whoever else is in the long list of Harry Potter owners. Tidmag owns the basic plot as he/she (which?) gave me the idea for this story. Also, this is another answer for Severitus' challenge. This story has no relation to my other story written partly in answer to Severitus' challenge because there is no Saerry (except for yours truly). I also do not own The Calling or their lyrics.
Summary: Fifth year and Harry finds himself changing. But are they for better or for worse? And what secret lurks behind these changes? A secret only Remus Lupin seems to know.
These Dreams-Saerry Snape-
* To Carry Me Through *
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I want love
To carry me through
All the moments, I'd kindly undo
Locked away
So I can feel safe
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Snape's POV
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
I stormed down to my rooms in the dungeons after confronting Harry outside the Great Hall. As soon as I was inside, I picked up a table and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall with a satisfying clatter. Growling, I threw myself into a chair by the fire.
Dammit all, he wouldn't even talk to me.
But what had I expected?
As I sat brooding the door opened and Lupin entered. I scowled furiously at him, hoping he'd go away.
He didn't.
Dammit, why can't anyone leave me alone?
"Severus?"
I lifted my eyes to look into Lupin's gray and spat, "Lupin."
He winced. I only call him Lupin around students and when I am angry.
"Severus, you have to give him some time."
I arched an eyebrow.
"Who?"
Lupin frowned at me and replied, "You know who I'm talking about, Severus."
"I'm sad to say I don't."
"Harry, you ass!"
I frowned now. It was unlike Lupin to curse.
"What about Harry?"
"I saw you two run into each other outside the Hall. You're pushing too hard, Severus. You have to give him time to adjust to this."
I looked stonily at him and snarled, "And if he doesn't?"
Lupin frowned and replied, "Just let him adjust, Severus."
I scowled at him.
But he was right. Dammit, why is the werewolf always right?
If I pushed Harry too hard to accept me, he might never do so. But then again, if I didn't push him, he might not accept me anyway.
Not a real win-win situation.
"Fine. I'll let him adjust."
Lupin nodded.
"That's all I ask, Severus."
I growled something unintelligible and turned my chair away from him. He obviously took the hint because he left a moment later.
Sighing, I leaned back into the chair, closing my eyes.
What if Harry never accepted the truth?
Would he go dark?
My eyes snapped open at the thought.
Merlin, no, don't even think about that. Harry would never go dark. NEVER.
Or would he?
Those questions rattled around my head even as I rose and went to prepare for my first class
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Now that I'm down on my knees, begging for change
Look down at the water
Before I jump in
To find that I'm sinking fast, in all that might have been
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