Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Warnings: Slash (HP/SS) and fluff. You were warned!
Summary: Harry gets his soul sucked out by a Dementor and Severus has one chance to save him, but for a very specific price, but is it a price he is willing to pay?
Prelude: A soulless soul
"Harry!" I cried out, watching the Dementors close on him.
"Expecto...Expecto..." he couldn't do the charm this time; they had caught him too much off guard. I ran towards them, drawing my wand, but...what happy memory did I have? What could I draw upon to help him? I looked on as I witnessed his soul taking flight from his body. I almost killed myself, I did have a memory! Of course, why didn't I think of it before?
"Expecto Patronum!" I yelled and my Patronus emanated from my wand and the Dementors cleared away. As the light and my Patronus faded, I ran forward, praying I wasn't too late.
"Harry, Harry?" I asked, drawing him into my arms, but he didn't respond.
"POTTER!" I yelled and his eyes opened. He was still alive; I wasn't too late, thank goodness... Wait...they were blank eyes, his eyes were lifeless! He was just a body without a soul, what have I done? I was too late... I was just too late... I picked him up into my arms and carried him back to Hogwarts, crying. I was too late...
"Severus, he isn't dead nor is he completely soulless. If what you are telling me is true, he should be without a soul, and yet, something is keeping him alive enough at this time. I cannot tell you what it is!" Dumbledore said, pacing back and forth. I remained by Harry's side, unwilling to leave it until I knew what was going on.
"By all means Albus, then what is going on here?" I asked.
"I have a suspicion, but I need a little time to confirm my suspicions. I shall return in a moment," he replied and left, just as two familiar faces came rushing in.
"Professor, is he all right?" Hermione asked, coming up to the other side of the bed, dragging Ron Weasly with her.
"I'm not your professor anymore... and... I don't know yet," I replied, "It seems hopeless, but something's different with this. He's without his soul, and yet, there's another soul sustaining him somehow, or something..."
"So, did you really summon a Patronus?" Ron asked.
"Yes..." I replied, a little bit annoyed.
"Oh, well, fine then, I'll leave!" he said and I looked as he stalked out of the room. I didn't say anything wrong, did I?
"Never mind him, he's been really moody lately," Hermione said, looking back towards Harry and then at me again, "So, if you don't mind, which memory did you chose, was it the one when he admitted his feelings to you, when you two first uh..." She didn't seem too eager to finish that sentence, but I knew what she was saying.
"It wasn't that Granger, it was when he said yes," I said in a huff, "And that being said, why do you care?"
"Harry is my friend! I just want to make sure..." she began.
"That I love him? Of that there is no question, I do," I finished for her.
"Right..." she said, trying to sound sure. She had always been cautious when it came to accepting me in Harry's life. She was a bit protective, if that at all.
"Yes, well, that's that," I replied and averted her gaze to look back at Harry. When he said yes, what he had said yes to be mine when I asked him to marry me... I clearly remembered the day when he first said he loved me as well, like it only occurred a short amount of time ago...
(Flashback)
"Why did you come and save me?" I asked angrily, "You risked your life for me...how stupid could you be?" Harry didn't answer; he just continued to bandage up my injuries, a pained look upon his face. He knew why I was tortured, I was being taught a lesson, one of loyalty to Voldemort and Voldemort alone. Harry had rescued me from there.
"I don't know, I just... didn't want you to be hurt..." he said, "I don't know..."
"WHY?" I yelled at him, my voice seeming to echo from the walls of the cave we were hiding in until night, when Harry planned to leave on the Thestril with me. He didn't reply to me, he simply looked into my eyes.
"I said I don't know. I shouldn't care! I should hate you!" he shouted back at me, "But... I don't..." He leaned closer to me, gazing into my eyes; his looking at me in a way I never thought I'd ever see them. And that's when he kissed me; he just kissed me, no warning, nothing. I found myself kissing back. It was then I saw it, it was then that I realized. He had saved me because he loved me...
(End flashback)
"So... what now? Is there anyway to save him?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, I don't even understand why he seems to have some sort of soul sustaining him, I just don't get it!" I said and buried my hands in my face, I didn't want to lose him, and not after all we've now been through, not after we had gotten married.
"It'll be okay Professor, it'll be okay..." Hermione said.
"I'm not your teacher anymore..." I muttered.
"Oh, right... Snape..." she said and looked down at the ground.
"There has to be someway to save him..." I murmured and looked at him once again, "There has to be..."
TBC
A/N: This is my first fiction where I have this sort of thing in it, so please, be gentle in your reviews, please? If you truly feel the need to flame me, rate it G-PG please. All others will be fed to my Entei, who loves fire... oh, and if you guess my plot... good for you... or why Harry has a sort of soul sustaining him... good for you too! It seems a little like Tsubasa right? (Only to those who have read it though...) If not, oh well! Read and Review!
Warnings: Slash (HP/SS) and fluff. You were warned!
Summary: Harry gets his soul sucked out by a Dementor and Severus has one chance to save him, but for a very specific price, but is it a price he is willing to pay?
Prelude: A soulless soul
"Harry!" I cried out, watching the Dementors close on him.
"Expecto...Expecto..." he couldn't do the charm this time; they had caught him too much off guard. I ran towards them, drawing my wand, but...what happy memory did I have? What could I draw upon to help him? I looked on as I witnessed his soul taking flight from his body. I almost killed myself, I did have a memory! Of course, why didn't I think of it before?
"Expecto Patronum!" I yelled and my Patronus emanated from my wand and the Dementors cleared away. As the light and my Patronus faded, I ran forward, praying I wasn't too late.
"Harry, Harry?" I asked, drawing him into my arms, but he didn't respond.
"POTTER!" I yelled and his eyes opened. He was still alive; I wasn't too late, thank goodness... Wait...they were blank eyes, his eyes were lifeless! He was just a body without a soul, what have I done? I was too late... I was just too late... I picked him up into my arms and carried him back to Hogwarts, crying. I was too late...
"Severus, he isn't dead nor is he completely soulless. If what you are telling me is true, he should be without a soul, and yet, something is keeping him alive enough at this time. I cannot tell you what it is!" Dumbledore said, pacing back and forth. I remained by Harry's side, unwilling to leave it until I knew what was going on.
"By all means Albus, then what is going on here?" I asked.
"I have a suspicion, but I need a little time to confirm my suspicions. I shall return in a moment," he replied and left, just as two familiar faces came rushing in.
"Professor, is he all right?" Hermione asked, coming up to the other side of the bed, dragging Ron Weasly with her.
"I'm not your professor anymore... and... I don't know yet," I replied, "It seems hopeless, but something's different with this. He's without his soul, and yet, there's another soul sustaining him somehow, or something..."
"So, did you really summon a Patronus?" Ron asked.
"Yes..." I replied, a little bit annoyed.
"Oh, well, fine then, I'll leave!" he said and I looked as he stalked out of the room. I didn't say anything wrong, did I?
"Never mind him, he's been really moody lately," Hermione said, looking back towards Harry and then at me again, "So, if you don't mind, which memory did you chose, was it the one when he admitted his feelings to you, when you two first uh..." She didn't seem too eager to finish that sentence, but I knew what she was saying.
"It wasn't that Granger, it was when he said yes," I said in a huff, "And that being said, why do you care?"
"Harry is my friend! I just want to make sure..." she began.
"That I love him? Of that there is no question, I do," I finished for her.
"Right..." she said, trying to sound sure. She had always been cautious when it came to accepting me in Harry's life. She was a bit protective, if that at all.
"Yes, well, that's that," I replied and averted her gaze to look back at Harry. When he said yes, what he had said yes to be mine when I asked him to marry me... I clearly remembered the day when he first said he loved me as well, like it only occurred a short amount of time ago...
(Flashback)
"Why did you come and save me?" I asked angrily, "You risked your life for me...how stupid could you be?" Harry didn't answer; he just continued to bandage up my injuries, a pained look upon his face. He knew why I was tortured, I was being taught a lesson, one of loyalty to Voldemort and Voldemort alone. Harry had rescued me from there.
"I don't know, I just... didn't want you to be hurt..." he said, "I don't know..."
"WHY?" I yelled at him, my voice seeming to echo from the walls of the cave we were hiding in until night, when Harry planned to leave on the Thestril with me. He didn't reply to me, he simply looked into my eyes.
"I said I don't know. I shouldn't care! I should hate you!" he shouted back at me, "But... I don't..." He leaned closer to me, gazing into my eyes; his looking at me in a way I never thought I'd ever see them. And that's when he kissed me; he just kissed me, no warning, nothing. I found myself kissing back. It was then I saw it, it was then that I realized. He had saved me because he loved me...
(End flashback)
"So... what now? Is there anyway to save him?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, I don't even understand why he seems to have some sort of soul sustaining him, I just don't get it!" I said and buried my hands in my face, I didn't want to lose him, and not after all we've now been through, not after we had gotten married.
"It'll be okay Professor, it'll be okay..." Hermione said.
"I'm not your teacher anymore..." I muttered.
"Oh, right... Snape..." she said and looked down at the ground.
"There has to be someway to save him..." I murmured and looked at him once again, "There has to be..."
TBC
A/N: This is my first fiction where I have this sort of thing in it, so please, be gentle in your reviews, please? If you truly feel the need to flame me, rate it G-PG please. All others will be fed to my Entei, who loves fire... oh, and if you guess my plot... good for you... or why Harry has a sort of soul sustaining him... good for you too! It seems a little like Tsubasa right? (Only to those who have read it though...) If not, oh well! Read and Review!