Chapter 5 Life
By, Silver Lighting
By lunch time, Harry's stomach can't take the rich aroma that flowed through his cracked door. It was letting him know, with painful reminders, that he hadn't eaten a full meal in two days. So, unwilling to sit in pain on the cold, uncomfortable window sill while Snape ate like a King downstairs, Harry once more leisurely made his way down toward the dinning area.
Once there, a tiny female house elf dressed in a pink pillow casing, informed him that "Master Snape" had been called away and would not be back till later that night. Overjoyed, Harry ate with more interest than he'd had in months. At dinner, it was no different. It seemed that Harry ate better when no one was about. He didn't have to worry about what other's thought or suffer people's concerns.
Maybe it was the full stomach, or just being so worn out from missed sleep, but whatever it was, Harry fell asleep the minute his dark head hit the soft, feather pillow.
However, peacefulness didn't follow him into Dream World.
***The jerk was powerful, pulling him, father and father into that which he longed never to see again. His hand twiched, trying to pull back, but the magic was too strong, strongrer than any he'd felt before.
His feet slammed onto the glassy ground, hard enough to jar his back teeth. Then he was falling forward, landing face down on the cold grass that covered the gloomy graveyard.
"Harry..." a hollow, rattling voice said to his left.
Harry had not power over his body anymore; his head turned to the side, his green eyes staying open even though his brain was telling them to close.
There, standing above him like the Angel of Death, was a pale, vampire-like Cedric. Condemnation shone in his brown eyes. Hatered rediated from him in waves.
"How could you do this to me?! Huh, Harry? What made you think that anyone was safe in your company?" the evil, hate filled Cedric asked, shoving Harry onto his back and watching as the pain flowed up and down his leg.
"I didn't know, Cedric! I swear I didn't!" Harry screamed. "Please, you have to know that! I swear it on my Mother's grave!!"
Cedric laughted in his face, a breath of death hitting him full in the face, casueing him to recoil. "You mean that grave over there?" Pointing to a small, pitiful stone that marked a over-grown grave sit, Cedric reached down and grabbed Harry by the arm, painfully hauling him up and shoving him toward the stone marker. Cedric started to read the words that untill you were up-close, you couldn't make out. "*Here lies Lily Potter, Wife of James Potter, Mother of Harry Potter* --- The Boy Who Lived, for all the good it did him --- * She gave her life, so that her son might live on.*" Dropping Harry beside the grave, Cedric kicked him, yelling at him as his feet connected again and again with the poor boy's side. "How sweet, isn't it Potter? To bad her death was invain. She shouldn't have died, just forget about you! It's your fault, Harry. Your fault!!"***
Harry was being shaken and could feel a cold hand lightly slap the right side of his faces. "Harry! Come on, Harry, wake up!" was being yelled at him from above, the voice holding worry, anger, and confussion.
Harry's eyes snaped open, staring in the black ones that look down at him. Sitting on his bed, his pale fingered hands painfully gripping his thin shoulder's, was none other then than Snape, his emotion feeled eyes looking deeply into Harry frightned green ones.
The only thing that registered in Harry's mind was that someone was touching him, holding him down. With a blood-curling scream, he fought against the arms that held him, his left hand grabbing the wrist of Snape's left arm and yanked him sharply to the left, causing Sanpe to lose his balance and fall onto the bed, his back expossed to Harry. Using all the strengh he had, Harry placed his hands on the startled professor's back and pushed.
Snape, caught off graud, fell face first into the beding, his arm tangling in the white sheets, which had come untucked from the bed when Harry had try to fight off his dream. Snape rolled on the bed, and with no support and his arm tried before him, and rolled off the off the bed, landing with a loud 'thump' on the hard-wood floor.
By the time he'd untangled himself and sat up, Harry was nowhere in sight. Muttering to himself about idiot teenagers, Snape stood and walked out of the room, looking for the young man before he hurt himself or someone else.
~*~
As soon as Harry had seen Snape going down, he'd taken off like a shot, running blindly out the door and to the left, going farther back into the house, opening a dust covered door and shoving it close after stepping inside. Turning the metal key the was in the lock, Harry waited till he heard the tell-tell sound of light feet going down the hall before breathing a sigh of relief and backing slowly away from the door.
Turning, Harry got a good look at the room he had run to. It was a main room, with an a joining bedroom. A hearth stood against the far wall, covered in dust and cob webs. Sheet covered furniture sat in front of it, looking abandoned and forgotten.
Rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, to keep himself from sneezing, Harry slowly walked forward, his right hand running over the wall, picking up dust and leaving a trail in his wake.
Pushing the ajar bedroom door open, Harry grasped. Inside, sitting amongst dust and dead leaves, was a whitish gray, baby basinet. A light blue sheet had been thrown over the top, forming a dome and blocking the inside from view.
Harry, being the curious teen that he was, walked over to the basinet and pulled the sheet off, letting it fall to the dust-covered floor. The white veil covering the cradle was as white as a wedding gown, untouched by time. Pushing the veil aisde, Harry was met by a frayed, brown teddy bear. It's bottomless black eyes stared up at Harry, making feel for the first time that he was trespassing, not only in this room, but in Snape's life as well.
Stooping down, Harry grabbed the blue sheet and carefully laid it on the basinet. Then, turning, he made his slow way out of the bed room, through the main room, and was just pulling the door shut when Snape rounded the corner.
~*~
Snape felt a moments panic when he saw his charge step calmly out of one of the "forbidden" rooms; the elves weren't even given leave to clean those room.
Following quickly on the heels of panic, was rage. The boy shouldn't even be here, what made him think he had the right to go where he pleased? This was his house and he refused to let the boy off as easy as Dumbledore did at school.
"Potter," he began, only to be cut off by the boy himself.
"I'm sorry," was all Harry could manage, but the remorse in the words themselves was enough for Snape to let he off the hook, without so much as a scold or unkind word.
Snape started at Harry down cast head for a few minutes, before responding, "That's ok, Harry. Go to bed."
Harry walk past the professor, not knowing at the time the importance of the step their hate-hate relationship. It wasn't until Harry was sitting on his window sill with a thick cotton blanket pulled around him that realized that Snape had called him 'Harry', not Potter.
By, Silver Lighting
By lunch time, Harry's stomach can't take the rich aroma that flowed through his cracked door. It was letting him know, with painful reminders, that he hadn't eaten a full meal in two days. So, unwilling to sit in pain on the cold, uncomfortable window sill while Snape ate like a King downstairs, Harry once more leisurely made his way down toward the dinning area.
Once there, a tiny female house elf dressed in a pink pillow casing, informed him that "Master Snape" had been called away and would not be back till later that night. Overjoyed, Harry ate with more interest than he'd had in months. At dinner, it was no different. It seemed that Harry ate better when no one was about. He didn't have to worry about what other's thought or suffer people's concerns.
Maybe it was the full stomach, or just being so worn out from missed sleep, but whatever it was, Harry fell asleep the minute his dark head hit the soft, feather pillow.
However, peacefulness didn't follow him into Dream World.
***The jerk was powerful, pulling him, father and father into that which he longed never to see again. His hand twiched, trying to pull back, but the magic was too strong, strongrer than any he'd felt before.
His feet slammed onto the glassy ground, hard enough to jar his back teeth. Then he was falling forward, landing face down on the cold grass that covered the gloomy graveyard.
"Harry..." a hollow, rattling voice said to his left.
Harry had not power over his body anymore; his head turned to the side, his green eyes staying open even though his brain was telling them to close.
There, standing above him like the Angel of Death, was a pale, vampire-like Cedric. Condemnation shone in his brown eyes. Hatered rediated from him in waves.
"How could you do this to me?! Huh, Harry? What made you think that anyone was safe in your company?" the evil, hate filled Cedric asked, shoving Harry onto his back and watching as the pain flowed up and down his leg.
"I didn't know, Cedric! I swear I didn't!" Harry screamed. "Please, you have to know that! I swear it on my Mother's grave!!"
Cedric laughted in his face, a breath of death hitting him full in the face, casueing him to recoil. "You mean that grave over there?" Pointing to a small, pitiful stone that marked a over-grown grave sit, Cedric reached down and grabbed Harry by the arm, painfully hauling him up and shoving him toward the stone marker. Cedric started to read the words that untill you were up-close, you couldn't make out. "*Here lies Lily Potter, Wife of James Potter, Mother of Harry Potter* --- The Boy Who Lived, for all the good it did him --- * She gave her life, so that her son might live on.*" Dropping Harry beside the grave, Cedric kicked him, yelling at him as his feet connected again and again with the poor boy's side. "How sweet, isn't it Potter? To bad her death was invain. She shouldn't have died, just forget about you! It's your fault, Harry. Your fault!!"***
Harry was being shaken and could feel a cold hand lightly slap the right side of his faces. "Harry! Come on, Harry, wake up!" was being yelled at him from above, the voice holding worry, anger, and confussion.
Harry's eyes snaped open, staring in the black ones that look down at him. Sitting on his bed, his pale fingered hands painfully gripping his thin shoulder's, was none other then than Snape, his emotion feeled eyes looking deeply into Harry frightned green ones.
The only thing that registered in Harry's mind was that someone was touching him, holding him down. With a blood-curling scream, he fought against the arms that held him, his left hand grabbing the wrist of Snape's left arm and yanked him sharply to the left, causing Sanpe to lose his balance and fall onto the bed, his back expossed to Harry. Using all the strengh he had, Harry placed his hands on the startled professor's back and pushed.
Snape, caught off graud, fell face first into the beding, his arm tangling in the white sheets, which had come untucked from the bed when Harry had try to fight off his dream. Snape rolled on the bed, and with no support and his arm tried before him, and rolled off the off the bed, landing with a loud 'thump' on the hard-wood floor.
By the time he'd untangled himself and sat up, Harry was nowhere in sight. Muttering to himself about idiot teenagers, Snape stood and walked out of the room, looking for the young man before he hurt himself or someone else.
~*~
As soon as Harry had seen Snape going down, he'd taken off like a shot, running blindly out the door and to the left, going farther back into the house, opening a dust covered door and shoving it close after stepping inside. Turning the metal key the was in the lock, Harry waited till he heard the tell-tell sound of light feet going down the hall before breathing a sigh of relief and backing slowly away from the door.
Turning, Harry got a good look at the room he had run to. It was a main room, with an a joining bedroom. A hearth stood against the far wall, covered in dust and cob webs. Sheet covered furniture sat in front of it, looking abandoned and forgotten.
Rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, to keep himself from sneezing, Harry slowly walked forward, his right hand running over the wall, picking up dust and leaving a trail in his wake.
Pushing the ajar bedroom door open, Harry grasped. Inside, sitting amongst dust and dead leaves, was a whitish gray, baby basinet. A light blue sheet had been thrown over the top, forming a dome and blocking the inside from view.
Harry, being the curious teen that he was, walked over to the basinet and pulled the sheet off, letting it fall to the dust-covered floor. The white veil covering the cradle was as white as a wedding gown, untouched by time. Pushing the veil aisde, Harry was met by a frayed, brown teddy bear. It's bottomless black eyes stared up at Harry, making feel for the first time that he was trespassing, not only in this room, but in Snape's life as well.
Stooping down, Harry grabbed the blue sheet and carefully laid it on the basinet. Then, turning, he made his slow way out of the bed room, through the main room, and was just pulling the door shut when Snape rounded the corner.
~*~
Snape felt a moments panic when he saw his charge step calmly out of one of the "forbidden" rooms; the elves weren't even given leave to clean those room.
Following quickly on the heels of panic, was rage. The boy shouldn't even be here, what made him think he had the right to go where he pleased? This was his house and he refused to let the boy off as easy as Dumbledore did at school.
"Potter," he began, only to be cut off by the boy himself.
"I'm sorry," was all Harry could manage, but the remorse in the words themselves was enough for Snape to let he off the hook, without so much as a scold or unkind word.
Snape started at Harry down cast head for a few minutes, before responding, "That's ok, Harry. Go to bed."
Harry walk past the professor, not knowing at the time the importance of the step their hate-hate relationship. It wasn't until Harry was sitting on his window sill with a thick cotton blanket pulled around him that realized that Snape had called him 'Harry', not Potter.