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Chapter 6---Like a hurricane

"So he's at Snape Manor at the moment." I nodded dumbly. "Well, "Dumbledore pondered. "It probably is the best place for him."

I jerked my head up with shock. No surely not. "Excuse me sir?"

"Well look at this way Severus." He raised his right hand and faced his palm upwards. "Voldemort, is surely after Harry, and he will be looking for his whereabouts."

"Yes.precisely."

Dumbledore silenced him by doing what he did with his right hand with his left. "Voldemort, will be looking for close friends family, school, even teachers."

"This is where I see a crack in your logic Albus."

"Hear me out Severus. Voldemort sees you as most pupils do. The cruel heartless potions master." I thought of my earlier thoughts and had the temptation to prove Dumbledore wrong but he was continuing. ".However, he also sees you as a faithful Deatheater. Only a fool would place The Boy Who Lived right in the hands of a Deatheater."

"Which you are doing."

"You're my spy Severus, and I trust that you won't do Harry any harm. I know that you have closeness to him. One that I do not understand. I know that you won't break your promise to Lily."

When I got back I asked an elf to check on Harry for me, the report was that he was still asleep, so I decided not to bother him. It felt strange knowing that there was another person in the house. I sat in a chair in the lounge by the fireplace. It was oddly comforting sitting here reading, no stress imposed upon me. I could sit there for hours relaxing. And tonight was no change.

In fact I didn't notice that any time had passed at all until I heard a voice. "Hi sir." Slightly startled I looked up to Harry and saw him standing in the door way with his pyjamas and dressing gown on. I merely smiled at him. "Are you alright sir?"

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? I'm more concerned about you." I put my book down. "So, how are you?"

Harry shrugged. "I just wanted to say thank-you, and sorry about before."

I looked up at him, half forgotten about what had happened. Then I remembered. "Oh, don't worry about that, and your welcome." I paused for a moment. "Had things like that been going on long. With your uncle." I motioned him to sit and he did so.

He was perched on the edge of the sofa, looking as though nerves were playing a major issue. "He'd never hit me before. In fact things were getting better. I kinda threatened them. I told them about Sirius and how he was on the loose and he wanted to make sure I was happy." I raised an eyebrow. "I 'forgot' to mention that he was innocent and therefore he wouldn't do any thing."

He took a deep breath and then carried on. "Last year after all that had happened. Things took a turn. I was having nightmare after nightmare and my uncle got annoyed being woken up by me screaming or.crying. But he never hit me. He was scared of what Sirius would do."

"So would I." I mumbled.

Harry gave me a small smile. "But this year it was different. You see, before my fourth year I got regular letters from Sirius, and my Uncle //knew// I was because of the different array of birds that came. But last summer because of the war, he hardly ever wrote, and when he did he used Rons owl. My Uncle knew that that was Ron's owl and thought it was Ron, who did write every second day. It got really annoying. But because of that he didn't know Sirius was writing. So this year."

"He thought the threat had gone?"

"In a nutshell. The second time I woke up screaming.he hit me. It came as such a shock. Him hitting me. He's done awful stuff before. He locked me in my cupboard.and my bedroom, spoilt my cousin right in front of my eyes."

"A cupboard?"

"Yeah, I used to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs." He waved his hand as though there was nothing unusual about beings made to sleep in a cupboard. He paused for a while when I took this information in. "Sir?"

"Hmm?"

"What will happened to me now sir?"

I shifted in my seat and leaned forward. "I spoke to Dumbledore when you were asleep. He said that you are to stay here. Something about that Voldemort wouldn't think twice of looking here for you."

"Ah." Harry pondered. "Make sense. Methinks that Old Voldie won't look in the house for The Boy Who Is A Pain In His Arse in the house of one of his Deatheaters." He paused. "No offence."

"Non Taken." I took a breath. "If you ever see him again, which I pray that you won't. Please call him that."

"What. Old Voldie?"

I nodded, and tried to keep a straight face, but I failed miserably somewhat. "What?" he asked. "It's not that funny."

"I'm sorry, but I lived with his threat since I was seventeen. Somehow it makes me feel better." I wiped my eyes. "Are you wanting anything to eat?"

When I went to bed that night I lay awake for a long time mulling things over in my brain. Tossing and turning, I just couldn't get to sleep. Everything that had happened that day. Seeing Harry beaten like that looking so vulnerable and seeing him crying. Remembering what it was to feel Harry's lips on mine, the mere memory of it made me smile. I could still taste him.there was absolutely no hope in me ever getting to sleep. But still I tried, and just as I was about to finally nod off.

.I heard a knock on the door. Sitting up. I muttered. "Yeah, what is it?" I saw Harry's head pop around the door.

"Did I wake you sir?"

I shook my head, feeling my heartbeat quicken just by the sight of him. It reminded me that I was in love with him, and I just wanted to touch him. He was just so beautiful standing there. His wonderful sleek black hair with blue highlights and how it only stuck up ever so slightly now. Those green eyes shinning bright. Even the bruise around his right one made a feature but I would never want to see it again. It was just the fact that it was on Harry that made it beautiful. Nothing else.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked me. Smiling crookedly I nodded. "Me neither. I slept too much in the day." He gave a wide yawn and shook his head. "What's keeping you up sir?"

"Thinking too much. And you don't have to cal me 'sir' quite frankly, it's rather annoying."

Harry looked quite amused. "Then what //do// I call you?"

"What about by my given name."

"What?" Harry laughed. "Severus?" I merely shrugged. So Harry carried on. "Ok, Severus." He tested. As it probably sounded as weird to him saying it as me hearing it from his lips. He sat next to me on my bed. "Severus." He said again. Giving me the shivers.

Harry noticed this and stared at me for a long time assessing what I was thinking. Half of me wanted him to find out what I felt about him. The whole thing.positively terrified the other. His eyebrows furrowed. "Severus." he said again. Leaning forward. His nose was inches away from my own. "Severus."

Then I felt his lips on mine again. Expecting him to draw away I did nothing but relax. But this time unlike the last he deepened it leaning closer into me, pushing me down onto the bed. My hand going straight to his hair pulling him closer to me. But he drew away. I was simply devastated by him leaving me. I felt naked and alone, and I knew that my eyes showed it.

But Harry smiled and kissed me again. More deeply than before, I grabbed onto the back of his pyjama top and I was sure that my nails were imbedding in his flesh and I heard him gasp with pleasure. He lifted his mouth up slightly and began to unbutton my shirt and I merely fell back. "I love you." I muttered to him.

"I know." I heard. "I see it every day. And I love you." And he carried on unbuttoning and then he took my shirt off. "I want you. I need you. I want to feel you inside me."

Then I woke up warm and peaceful next to.no one.