A Simple Wish: Chapter 4
* Damn Potter boy! * Severus Snape cursed as another attempt to create a new batch of healing potions to replenish the Hospital Wing's supplies was foiled by misplaced concentration. * Why must /I/ care for that stuck up brat? * He asked himself savagely. * He just wants attention! *
* You know that's not true, * whispered a voice in the back of his head.
Severus sighed, * I might as well go order some dinner. I will never get any work done now. *
Silently, Snape entered the living room where the fire was dying down, casting the room with shadows. * It's quiet, too quiet, * Severus thought glancing around suspiciously. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he growled, "Potter."
Upon receiving no answer, he stalked to the boy's room, lip curled back, baring his teeth, prepared to dish out a lashing if need be. But, when he entered the room, he was met with whimpers of trauma. Quickly drawing his wand, he crept to Harry's bedside.
The boy was whimpering, eyes rolling back and forth in the sockets, arms and legs twitching and jerking out randomly. * Nightmares. * Though Snape grimly, reaching out to shake the sleeping boy.
His arm snapped back as he nearly fell over from shock. The boy was talking in his sleep!
"I'm s-s-sorry. M-m-my fault, all m-my f-fault." Harry mumbled, one arm slowly reaching out as if to seek comfort from a being in his dreams.
"No, p-please, no!" The-boy-who-lived cried out desperately before his body began jerking rapidly and his pleas gave way to shrieks of pain.
"HARRY!!!" Severus cried gripping the boy by his shoulders and shaking him awake.
The calmer body sat up abruptly, eyes wide and unseeing, mouth open in a silent scream.
"Harry? Come on Harry, its Professor Snape. I'm right here." Severus coaxed as gentle as possible to ground the alarmed youth.
Dull green eyes slide to the professor's face, before dropping. Heaving breaths racked his body as he gasped out, "I-I---S-s-s-sorry."
Eyes went wide for a split second, * the boy was saying sorry to him for having a nightmare? *
Moments of silence passed before an uncertain man forced out, "Would you like to talk about your nightmare?"
Green eyes snapped to the murky depths of black ones, before the face contorted and quickly dropped again.
Severus had seen that look before. He, himself, had always tried to bury the pain of emotions. Slowly he placed a pale, graceful finger underneath the chin of the child. Harry tensed before allowing his head to be raised. The dull eyes were glassy with tears just waiting to spill. Fall for every burden that had to be carried.
"Harry," Severus said softly, not realizing he had stopped saying Potter, "let it out."
One simple sentence and tears began spilling down pale cheeks. Unsure of how to respond, Severus awkwardly rubbed his back, as silent tears turned into sobs. * When was the last time this child cried? * He thought.
Glancing down, Severus noticed Harry was leaning into the touch of his hands circling his back in comfort. Slowly, as to not startle the traumatized boy, he cupped his shoulder with a free hand and nudged him in. Thinking that Harry would rather rot than be held by the 'greasy git of a potion's master,' he loosened his hold in attempt to give the child room to refuse.
Another sob was choked out as the distressed boy fell against the chest of the professor, hands fiercely gripping the endless folds of black robes.
Encircling the boy with his arms, Severus Snape allowed the boy to cry until he fell asleep, still entangled in his thick robes.
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Hey guys! That's it for chapter 4! Hope you enjoyed it as much I did writing it. I think I'll have Harry talking about some of his nightmares next chapter, and you can expect to see a little more of the different side of Snape! Thanks for reviewing so far! Please review for this chapter too and let me know what you think! Buh bye!
-Magami
* Damn Potter boy! * Severus Snape cursed as another attempt to create a new batch of healing potions to replenish the Hospital Wing's supplies was foiled by misplaced concentration. * Why must /I/ care for that stuck up brat? * He asked himself savagely. * He just wants attention! *
* You know that's not true, * whispered a voice in the back of his head.
Severus sighed, * I might as well go order some dinner. I will never get any work done now. *
Silently, Snape entered the living room where the fire was dying down, casting the room with shadows. * It's quiet, too quiet, * Severus thought glancing around suspiciously. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he growled, "Potter."
Upon receiving no answer, he stalked to the boy's room, lip curled back, baring his teeth, prepared to dish out a lashing if need be. But, when he entered the room, he was met with whimpers of trauma. Quickly drawing his wand, he crept to Harry's bedside.
The boy was whimpering, eyes rolling back and forth in the sockets, arms and legs twitching and jerking out randomly. * Nightmares. * Though Snape grimly, reaching out to shake the sleeping boy.
His arm snapped back as he nearly fell over from shock. The boy was talking in his sleep!
"I'm s-s-sorry. M-m-my fault, all m-my f-fault." Harry mumbled, one arm slowly reaching out as if to seek comfort from a being in his dreams.
"No, p-please, no!" The-boy-who-lived cried out desperately before his body began jerking rapidly and his pleas gave way to shrieks of pain.
"HARRY!!!" Severus cried gripping the boy by his shoulders and shaking him awake.
The calmer body sat up abruptly, eyes wide and unseeing, mouth open in a silent scream.
"Harry? Come on Harry, its Professor Snape. I'm right here." Severus coaxed as gentle as possible to ground the alarmed youth.
Dull green eyes slide to the professor's face, before dropping. Heaving breaths racked his body as he gasped out, "I-I---S-s-s-sorry."
Eyes went wide for a split second, * the boy was saying sorry to him for having a nightmare? *
Moments of silence passed before an uncertain man forced out, "Would you like to talk about your nightmare?"
Green eyes snapped to the murky depths of black ones, before the face contorted and quickly dropped again.
Severus had seen that look before. He, himself, had always tried to bury the pain of emotions. Slowly he placed a pale, graceful finger underneath the chin of the child. Harry tensed before allowing his head to be raised. The dull eyes were glassy with tears just waiting to spill. Fall for every burden that had to be carried.
"Harry," Severus said softly, not realizing he had stopped saying Potter, "let it out."
One simple sentence and tears began spilling down pale cheeks. Unsure of how to respond, Severus awkwardly rubbed his back, as silent tears turned into sobs. * When was the last time this child cried? * He thought.
Glancing down, Severus noticed Harry was leaning into the touch of his hands circling his back in comfort. Slowly, as to not startle the traumatized boy, he cupped his shoulder with a free hand and nudged him in. Thinking that Harry would rather rot than be held by the 'greasy git of a potion's master,' he loosened his hold in attempt to give the child room to refuse.
Another sob was choked out as the distressed boy fell against the chest of the professor, hands fiercely gripping the endless folds of black robes.
Encircling the boy with his arms, Severus Snape allowed the boy to cry until he fell asleep, still entangled in his thick robes.
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Hey guys! That's it for chapter 4! Hope you enjoyed it as much I did writing it. I think I'll have Harry talking about some of his nightmares next chapter, and you can expect to see a little more of the different side of Snape! Thanks for reviewing so far! Please review for this chapter too and let me know what you think! Buh bye!
-Magami