It all started with a Pensieve
Chapter Six
Harry sighed a deep sigh, as he headed back to the common room. This was getting way too weird. He shook his head, in a desperate attempt to clear it. Harry was starting to wonder whether he should continue going back. Every time he saw something new, it just got more and more odd, and with what he had just witnessed, Harry was slightly scared about what was next.
Deciding not to think about it anymore, Harry entered the common room through an extremely disgruntled Fat Lady and headed back to his dormitory to get at least a few hours worth of sleep. He slipped in the room and opened the curtains to his bed to see he was not alone. Ron was sitting on the edge of his bed, arms crossed and not looking too happy.
"Where have you been?" He demanded in a hushed whisper, so not to disturb the rest of the dormitory.
"Get out of my bed. I want to sleep." Harry said through gritted teeth.
"You've been sneaking out every night, haven't you? That's why you've been so tired lately." Ron didn't seem so angry anymore, and he lightened Harry's mood up a good bit to.
"Yeah." He said shortly. "Can we talk about this in the morning?" Harry asked, yawning and sitting next to Ron.
"I guess. Just don't blow me off again, okay?" Ron laughed. Harry nodded with a smile. "Listen I'm sorry I went off on you, forgive me?" He questioned.
"Yeah, of course. I'll explain everything in the morning, I promise." With that good-nights were exchanged and the two best friends climbed into their separate beds and fell asleep, or at least Ron did.
Harry lay awake from a few minutes, thinking whether he should tell Ron the whole truth. He knew he wouldn't understand, he wouldn't get why he didn't think Snape was really so bad, and he most definitely wouldn't understand why he had kept going back to Snape's Pensieve. Harry decided he would just have to make something up.
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"Want to talk?" Ron asked, nonchalantly, as him and Harry sat under a tree on the grounds. Classes had just ended and the two Gryffindores had no homework to do, being it was Friday. Harry smiled, knowing he really had no choice at the answer. He had been dreading this conversation all day, and all truth be told, he was unsure about what he should tell Ron.
"I guess." Harry said, trying not to sound so worried.
"Where were you last night?" Ron got straight to the point.
"The dungeons," Harry admitted, still unclear about what he would say next.
"Why were you in the dungeons?" Ron asks, raising his eyebrow.
"I don't think I can tell you." Harry tells him slowly, watching as Ron's face contorts into a very displeased expression.
"You said you would." He points out.
"You wouldn't understand if I told you." Harry attempted not to put Ron down very much, but it didn't seem to have much effect. Ron stands up in a huff.
"Oh forget it Harry. You've been such a mess lately, and all I wanted to do was help, but no. You have to be perfect Harry 'fucking' Potter, and suffer silently and not ask for help." With that he stormed off into the castle, leaving Harry alone, sitting under the tree. Harry knows that there's no point to telling Ron. He'll just think he's lost it, not to mention that fact that he'd never stop ridiculing him for sneaking down into Snape's chambers on almost a nightly basis.
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Friday night passed by horribly for Harry. He had decided not to 'visit' Snape that night, as he needed to catch up on sleep. But despite how tired he was, Harry found himself unable to sleep. So at half past eleven Harry sat in the common room, trying to read his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. He kept being distracted from the roars of laughter coming from the fireplace. Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and Lavender were there, probably plotting some new trick to play on the Slytherins. Harry tried to ignore the hoots of laughter, but failed miserably. Finally, deciding he had heard enough, Harry closed his book, slammed it really, and went to his dormitory.
He had little more luck at falling asleep in his bed though. So, after attempting to read once again, counting sheep, and humming annoyingly soft lullabies to himself, Harry could only see one more option. He would have to go to the hospital wing and get some sleeping potion from Madam Pomfrey.
He climbed from bed, and pulled on his robe over his pajamas and left for the hospital wing, having to pass by the still laughing idiotically former friends of his. None of them so much as looked up at him as he passed. The halls were just as silent as always, though Harry hardly cared. A thought lapsed through his head, that maybe he should go down to the dungeons, but decided against it, being he was without his invisibility cloak.
The usual overly quiet atmosphere of the hospital wing was not there that night however. Harry could hear voices and people scurrying about within it. Deciding not to go in just yet, Harry peered around the corner to see quite the sight. All the beds were empty, except for one. It was by the window, but Harry could make out who was in it, Snape. Dumbledore sat by his side, wiping his face with a rag, and Pomfrey stood beside him, attaching an IV bag to his arm. Neither of them was talking any longer. Snape looked asleep, either that or passed out.
Harry had to get closer to see what happened, but he knew he couldn't do that without being seen. He ran, as fast and quietly as he could back to the common room. He noticed as he flew back up to his dorm that the group of plotting Gryffindores were no longer sitting by the fire.
Harry grabbed his cloak hastily out of his trunk and ran at full speed back out into the hall. Forgetting to be quiet he charged back up the hospital wing, not able to be seen. When he came closer, he slowed down and quieted himself. He walked to the door and entered, seeing much the same scene he had seen before hand. Now Pomfrey was standing at the foot of the bed, talking softly to the Headmaster, who was still sitting on the hospital bed.
Harry approached the bed cautiously, not coming too close, but still able to hear the private conversation going on between the two adults. "Where was he found, Albus?" Pomfrey's tender voice asked softly.
"On the border of the forest. It was good we found him when we did." The Headmaster answered, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear.
"It was. He nearly died on us anyway. I fear that if we had been only minutes later, there would have been no chance." Pomfrey held back a choked sob, and covered her face. "I'm sorry I've been such a mess lately. It's just I've been so nervous with all the rumors of raids being planned and such. And now Severus is in such a state. I just don't know what to do."
"It will be alright Poppy. Try not to fret. You said yourself Severus will be okay." Dumbledore's voice was soothing and calmed the nurse down slightly. Harry couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Snape. Poppy wiped her eyes and nodded.
"I should get to bed, Headmaster. Severus it under a sleep spell. He won't wake until morning." Dumbledore nodded and stood also. The two professors went their separate ways, leaving Harry alone with Snape.
Harry walked quietly, so not to wake Snape, regardless of the spell. He had read that certain people could wake from these spells if they were sensitive and Harry had a feeling that Snape was probably one of those people.
He looked down at the prone figure on the bed and had to suppress a gasp. Whoever had done this to Snape should be hanged, was Harry's first thought. He had been subjected to the Cruciatus curse, that much was easy to read. The bruises and marks were covering his face, neck and the parts of his chest, which the sheets weren't covering. He looked as though he had been burned, as the left side of his neck, as well as his arms were covered in blisters, though most of the ones on his arms were covered in bandages. His hair looked worse then ever before, and had an odd smell about it that Harry couldn't place. He was pretty sure he didn't want to. The young boy grimaced at the thought of what the rest of his body looked like.
Throwing off his cloak, being he was pretty sure no one would barge in on him, Harry sat next to Snape, as Dumbledore had done, and stroked the bruised and battered face. Snape let out a little cry of pain, and tried to turn away from him, only to jar his body, and cause a weak sob to be ripped from his throat. Harry pressed a gentle hand to Snape's forehead to feel it was warm, much too warm. Getting up, he wet a damp cloth and laid it on his forehead and cheeks, trying to cool him at least a little. Snape quieted and let Harry cool him with no complaint.
Snape drifted into a more fitful sleep and Harry stayed with him, soothing him every time something seemed to bother him. Harry felt sleep start to come over him at around one, and without hardly thinking about it, Harry found himself sprawled out next to Snape, his head on the same pillow, falling asleep soundly.
How long he was sleeping Harry didn't know, but he was awakened by a hurt moan from beside him, and a sob. Harry opened his eyes to see Snape struggling against the blankets, still asleep, but in the midst of a very bad dream. It was still dark out side and, checking the clock, Harry found out it was almost four.
He was crying out softly, whether it be from the dream or from the physical pain of moving, Harry didn't know. Harry sat up, and rubbed small circles on Snape's back, not wanting to frighten the distraught man by coming to close. It didn't work. In fact it only seemed to make it worse. Snape began to flail weakly, tears forming from behind his eyelids. Then he began to cry weak words. "No, please, not that." He let out a heated groan and moved him self into the fetal position. "Stop it, Lucius please not you, please don't." His words gave out to a scream, and Harry, only wanting to comfort the man, laid back down beside him and held him close, whispering soft words to him.
"It's okay, don't cry. Lucius isn't here. You're safe your at Hogwarts." Harry held him and rocked him back and forth, trying to keep Snape from hurting himself further. Snape kept sobbing and started struggling against Harry. Harry tried to hold him still, while Snape only became more violent. Snape finally gained some control and got away from Harry, but his nightmare was far from over. He began to cough, barely getting enough air to breathe.
Harry, knowing be to close only made matters much worse, started to rub his back and shoulders, loosening up the many knots that were there. Snape rocked himself back and forth, managing to calm down slightly, but kept inching away from Harry. Harry stood up, wanting to make Snape was comfortable as possible and noticed that all the covers were soaked through with sweat.
He went to the supply cabinet and found some extra bedding. He went back to the bed to see Snape was still asleep, but clearly distressed. He had gone back to the fetal position and was rocking back and forth, humming a soft tune to himself. It seemed to work well to calm him. Harry recognized the tune and smiled a little. Who knew Snape liked Vertical Horizon? Harry pulled the cover off and had to look away at the sight of his body. He had been burned, horribly. The bandages concealed most parts of the burned skin, but there was parts where the bandages had become tangled and showed the blistered, bloody mess of flesh. Harry leaned down to untangle the bandages, not wanting to touch his skin, but knowing it would heal better with the bandages, Harry touched one of the more tangled parts on his leg, but was unable to fix it, because Snape jerked away roughly. He was still humming weakly to himself. That's when a thought hit Harry. He started to sing softly, loud enough for Snape to hear, but quiet nonetheless.
// He's everything you want. He's everything you need. He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things, at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why. //
Snape stopped struggling against Harry's touch and let him fix the bandages so they hid the horrid color flesh. He kept singing tenderly, wanting to keep Snape as relaxed as possible. He fixed the snag of bandages on his legs and kept singing as he started to change the covers.
// You're waiting for someone to put you together. You're waiting for someone to push you away. There's always another wound to discover. There's always something more you wish he'd say. //
Harry takes the dry sheets and covers them over Snape's body, still singing. Harry has far from a great voice, but he can carry a tune rather decently and doesn't really mind to do so in this case. He tucks the blankets around Snape and lies next to him, above the covers, so to give him some space. Not wanting to risk it, Harry keeps on singing.
// He's everything you want. He's everything you need. He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things, at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why. //
Harry watches as Snape's eyes close tighter and he begins to fall into a calmed sleep. Before he does though, he wiggles closer to Harry and rests his head on Harry's shoulder, wanting to get closer, but not able to because of the covers. Harry rests one of his hands on the back of Severus's head, stroking his hair, and the other on the small of his back, rubbing circles. He sings even more quiet, more directly into Snape's ear. It's really more like a whisper actually.
// And you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind. It's only what you're asking for. And you'll be just fine, with all of your time. It's only what you're waiting for. Out of the island, into the highway, passed the places where you might have turned. You never did notice, but you still hide away, the anger of angels who won't return. He's everything you want. He's everything you need. He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why. //
Harry feels Snape press up against him tighter, and feels his soft, even flowing warm breath of his neck. Harry tightens his grip around Snape, almost as though he's afraid that someone might harm him, if he doesn't. Harry can feel himself growing more and more tired. Before he falls completely asleep, Harry sings the last bit.
// I am everything you want. I am everything you need. I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be. I say all the right things at exactly the right time, but I mean nothing to you and I don't know why. And I don't know why. //
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Hey all. Sorry that this one was a bit late. I wanted it out yesterday, but it just didn't happen. Anyway, as you can all tell I'm a huge Vertical Horizon fan. They're one of my favorite bands of all time, and this song in particular is just great. I thought the lyrics might be good for Severus. It's not so much about Severus and Harry, but the song I think is really good for my little Severus/Remus thing going on, or at least that's how I saw it. Well be prepared because there's some heavy slash coming up in the next few chapters. It might not be all Severus/Harry though. Anyway please review. I'm so happy with all the ones I've gotten so far, but I still need more. I'll try and get on up the weekend.
Chapter Six
Harry sighed a deep sigh, as he headed back to the common room. This was getting way too weird. He shook his head, in a desperate attempt to clear it. Harry was starting to wonder whether he should continue going back. Every time he saw something new, it just got more and more odd, and with what he had just witnessed, Harry was slightly scared about what was next.
Deciding not to think about it anymore, Harry entered the common room through an extremely disgruntled Fat Lady and headed back to his dormitory to get at least a few hours worth of sleep. He slipped in the room and opened the curtains to his bed to see he was not alone. Ron was sitting on the edge of his bed, arms crossed and not looking too happy.
"Where have you been?" He demanded in a hushed whisper, so not to disturb the rest of the dormitory.
"Get out of my bed. I want to sleep." Harry said through gritted teeth.
"You've been sneaking out every night, haven't you? That's why you've been so tired lately." Ron didn't seem so angry anymore, and he lightened Harry's mood up a good bit to.
"Yeah." He said shortly. "Can we talk about this in the morning?" Harry asked, yawning and sitting next to Ron.
"I guess. Just don't blow me off again, okay?" Ron laughed. Harry nodded with a smile. "Listen I'm sorry I went off on you, forgive me?" He questioned.
"Yeah, of course. I'll explain everything in the morning, I promise." With that good-nights were exchanged and the two best friends climbed into their separate beds and fell asleep, or at least Ron did.
Harry lay awake from a few minutes, thinking whether he should tell Ron the whole truth. He knew he wouldn't understand, he wouldn't get why he didn't think Snape was really so bad, and he most definitely wouldn't understand why he had kept going back to Snape's Pensieve. Harry decided he would just have to make something up.
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"Want to talk?" Ron asked, nonchalantly, as him and Harry sat under a tree on the grounds. Classes had just ended and the two Gryffindores had no homework to do, being it was Friday. Harry smiled, knowing he really had no choice at the answer. He had been dreading this conversation all day, and all truth be told, he was unsure about what he should tell Ron.
"I guess." Harry said, trying not to sound so worried.
"Where were you last night?" Ron got straight to the point.
"The dungeons," Harry admitted, still unclear about what he would say next.
"Why were you in the dungeons?" Ron asks, raising his eyebrow.
"I don't think I can tell you." Harry tells him slowly, watching as Ron's face contorts into a very displeased expression.
"You said you would." He points out.
"You wouldn't understand if I told you." Harry attempted not to put Ron down very much, but it didn't seem to have much effect. Ron stands up in a huff.
"Oh forget it Harry. You've been such a mess lately, and all I wanted to do was help, but no. You have to be perfect Harry 'fucking' Potter, and suffer silently and not ask for help." With that he stormed off into the castle, leaving Harry alone, sitting under the tree. Harry knows that there's no point to telling Ron. He'll just think he's lost it, not to mention that fact that he'd never stop ridiculing him for sneaking down into Snape's chambers on almost a nightly basis.
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Friday night passed by horribly for Harry. He had decided not to 'visit' Snape that night, as he needed to catch up on sleep. But despite how tired he was, Harry found himself unable to sleep. So at half past eleven Harry sat in the common room, trying to read his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. He kept being distracted from the roars of laughter coming from the fireplace. Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and Lavender were there, probably plotting some new trick to play on the Slytherins. Harry tried to ignore the hoots of laughter, but failed miserably. Finally, deciding he had heard enough, Harry closed his book, slammed it really, and went to his dormitory.
He had little more luck at falling asleep in his bed though. So, after attempting to read once again, counting sheep, and humming annoyingly soft lullabies to himself, Harry could only see one more option. He would have to go to the hospital wing and get some sleeping potion from Madam Pomfrey.
He climbed from bed, and pulled on his robe over his pajamas and left for the hospital wing, having to pass by the still laughing idiotically former friends of his. None of them so much as looked up at him as he passed. The halls were just as silent as always, though Harry hardly cared. A thought lapsed through his head, that maybe he should go down to the dungeons, but decided against it, being he was without his invisibility cloak.
The usual overly quiet atmosphere of the hospital wing was not there that night however. Harry could hear voices and people scurrying about within it. Deciding not to go in just yet, Harry peered around the corner to see quite the sight. All the beds were empty, except for one. It was by the window, but Harry could make out who was in it, Snape. Dumbledore sat by his side, wiping his face with a rag, and Pomfrey stood beside him, attaching an IV bag to his arm. Neither of them was talking any longer. Snape looked asleep, either that or passed out.
Harry had to get closer to see what happened, but he knew he couldn't do that without being seen. He ran, as fast and quietly as he could back to the common room. He noticed as he flew back up to his dorm that the group of plotting Gryffindores were no longer sitting by the fire.
Harry grabbed his cloak hastily out of his trunk and ran at full speed back out into the hall. Forgetting to be quiet he charged back up the hospital wing, not able to be seen. When he came closer, he slowed down and quieted himself. He walked to the door and entered, seeing much the same scene he had seen before hand. Now Pomfrey was standing at the foot of the bed, talking softly to the Headmaster, who was still sitting on the hospital bed.
Harry approached the bed cautiously, not coming too close, but still able to hear the private conversation going on between the two adults. "Where was he found, Albus?" Pomfrey's tender voice asked softly.
"On the border of the forest. It was good we found him when we did." The Headmaster answered, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear.
"It was. He nearly died on us anyway. I fear that if we had been only minutes later, there would have been no chance." Pomfrey held back a choked sob, and covered her face. "I'm sorry I've been such a mess lately. It's just I've been so nervous with all the rumors of raids being planned and such. And now Severus is in such a state. I just don't know what to do."
"It will be alright Poppy. Try not to fret. You said yourself Severus will be okay." Dumbledore's voice was soothing and calmed the nurse down slightly. Harry couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Snape. Poppy wiped her eyes and nodded.
"I should get to bed, Headmaster. Severus it under a sleep spell. He won't wake until morning." Dumbledore nodded and stood also. The two professors went their separate ways, leaving Harry alone with Snape.
Harry walked quietly, so not to wake Snape, regardless of the spell. He had read that certain people could wake from these spells if they were sensitive and Harry had a feeling that Snape was probably one of those people.
He looked down at the prone figure on the bed and had to suppress a gasp. Whoever had done this to Snape should be hanged, was Harry's first thought. He had been subjected to the Cruciatus curse, that much was easy to read. The bruises and marks were covering his face, neck and the parts of his chest, which the sheets weren't covering. He looked as though he had been burned, as the left side of his neck, as well as his arms were covered in blisters, though most of the ones on his arms were covered in bandages. His hair looked worse then ever before, and had an odd smell about it that Harry couldn't place. He was pretty sure he didn't want to. The young boy grimaced at the thought of what the rest of his body looked like.
Throwing off his cloak, being he was pretty sure no one would barge in on him, Harry sat next to Snape, as Dumbledore had done, and stroked the bruised and battered face. Snape let out a little cry of pain, and tried to turn away from him, only to jar his body, and cause a weak sob to be ripped from his throat. Harry pressed a gentle hand to Snape's forehead to feel it was warm, much too warm. Getting up, he wet a damp cloth and laid it on his forehead and cheeks, trying to cool him at least a little. Snape quieted and let Harry cool him with no complaint.
Snape drifted into a more fitful sleep and Harry stayed with him, soothing him every time something seemed to bother him. Harry felt sleep start to come over him at around one, and without hardly thinking about it, Harry found himself sprawled out next to Snape, his head on the same pillow, falling asleep soundly.
How long he was sleeping Harry didn't know, but he was awakened by a hurt moan from beside him, and a sob. Harry opened his eyes to see Snape struggling against the blankets, still asleep, but in the midst of a very bad dream. It was still dark out side and, checking the clock, Harry found out it was almost four.
He was crying out softly, whether it be from the dream or from the physical pain of moving, Harry didn't know. Harry sat up, and rubbed small circles on Snape's back, not wanting to frighten the distraught man by coming to close. It didn't work. In fact it only seemed to make it worse. Snape began to flail weakly, tears forming from behind his eyelids. Then he began to cry weak words. "No, please, not that." He let out a heated groan and moved him self into the fetal position. "Stop it, Lucius please not you, please don't." His words gave out to a scream, and Harry, only wanting to comfort the man, laid back down beside him and held him close, whispering soft words to him.
"It's okay, don't cry. Lucius isn't here. You're safe your at Hogwarts." Harry held him and rocked him back and forth, trying to keep Snape from hurting himself further. Snape kept sobbing and started struggling against Harry. Harry tried to hold him still, while Snape only became more violent. Snape finally gained some control and got away from Harry, but his nightmare was far from over. He began to cough, barely getting enough air to breathe.
Harry, knowing be to close only made matters much worse, started to rub his back and shoulders, loosening up the many knots that were there. Snape rocked himself back and forth, managing to calm down slightly, but kept inching away from Harry. Harry stood up, wanting to make Snape was comfortable as possible and noticed that all the covers were soaked through with sweat.
He went to the supply cabinet and found some extra bedding. He went back to the bed to see Snape was still asleep, but clearly distressed. He had gone back to the fetal position and was rocking back and forth, humming a soft tune to himself. It seemed to work well to calm him. Harry recognized the tune and smiled a little. Who knew Snape liked Vertical Horizon? Harry pulled the cover off and had to look away at the sight of his body. He had been burned, horribly. The bandages concealed most parts of the burned skin, but there was parts where the bandages had become tangled and showed the blistered, bloody mess of flesh. Harry leaned down to untangle the bandages, not wanting to touch his skin, but knowing it would heal better with the bandages, Harry touched one of the more tangled parts on his leg, but was unable to fix it, because Snape jerked away roughly. He was still humming weakly to himself. That's when a thought hit Harry. He started to sing softly, loud enough for Snape to hear, but quiet nonetheless.
// He's everything you want. He's everything you need. He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things, at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why. //
Snape stopped struggling against Harry's touch and let him fix the bandages so they hid the horrid color flesh. He kept singing tenderly, wanting to keep Snape as relaxed as possible. He fixed the snag of bandages on his legs and kept singing as he started to change the covers.
// You're waiting for someone to put you together. You're waiting for someone to push you away. There's always another wound to discover. There's always something more you wish he'd say. //
Harry takes the dry sheets and covers them over Snape's body, still singing. Harry has far from a great voice, but he can carry a tune rather decently and doesn't really mind to do so in this case. He tucks the blankets around Snape and lies next to him, above the covers, so to give him some space. Not wanting to risk it, Harry keeps on singing.
// He's everything you want. He's everything you need. He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things, at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why. //
Harry watches as Snape's eyes close tighter and he begins to fall into a calmed sleep. Before he does though, he wiggles closer to Harry and rests his head on Harry's shoulder, wanting to get closer, but not able to because of the covers. Harry rests one of his hands on the back of Severus's head, stroking his hair, and the other on the small of his back, rubbing circles. He sings even more quiet, more directly into Snape's ear. It's really more like a whisper actually.
// And you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind. It's only what you're asking for. And you'll be just fine, with all of your time. It's only what you're waiting for. Out of the island, into the highway, passed the places where you might have turned. You never did notice, but you still hide away, the anger of angels who won't return. He's everything you want. He's everything you need. He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why. //
Harry feels Snape press up against him tighter, and feels his soft, even flowing warm breath of his neck. Harry tightens his grip around Snape, almost as though he's afraid that someone might harm him, if he doesn't. Harry can feel himself growing more and more tired. Before he falls completely asleep, Harry sings the last bit.
// I am everything you want. I am everything you need. I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be. I say all the right things at exactly the right time, but I mean nothing to you and I don't know why. And I don't know why. //
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Hey all. Sorry that this one was a bit late. I wanted it out yesterday, but it just didn't happen. Anyway, as you can all tell I'm a huge Vertical Horizon fan. They're one of my favorite bands of all time, and this song in particular is just great. I thought the lyrics might be good for Severus. It's not so much about Severus and Harry, but the song I think is really good for my little Severus/Remus thing going on, or at least that's how I saw it. Well be prepared because there's some heavy slash coming up in the next few chapters. It might not be all Severus/Harry though. Anyway please review. I'm so happy with all the ones I've gotten so far, but I still need more. I'll try and get on up the weekend.