Coming Clean
By
Snivellus
So I forgot to mention that I do have hints of Lord of the Rings things in the story. A major part of it will come later, but I just love some of the lines that are in the movies, and the books as well. I hope you all don't mind.
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Chapter 3
"AAAGGHH!" Harry sat bolt upright, which caused him to get extremely dizzy, so he laid back down slowly.
"SYLVIA?" Severus cried.
"No dear I think that is Harry, Syliva doesn't sound like that." Eowyn corrected him.
Severus turned on the light and rolled out of bed. He had just fallen asleep an hour earlier. He grabbed his robe and threw it on.
"I will go check on him. Go back to bed darling." Severus said kissing her on the forehead.
"Mr. Potter, may you please explain why you chose É 4o'clock in the morning to wake the dead?" Severus said as he glanced at the clock.
"Snape? Where am I, where have you taken me?" Harry asked confused.
"Mr. Potter, to answer your first question, you are in my house. To answer the second, I have taken you nowhere. You brought yourself here with the little stunt you played earlier this evening." At this all of Harry's memories of the scissors and Hedwig came flooding back to him.
"Why am I at your house?" He tried to ask in a more normal tone.
"Because Mr. Potter, I sensed you were in danger, so I brought you here. I however had no intentions of you staying, but the Headmaster insists that you stay until you are well. So you have once again made my life miserable." Severus said tired.
"Then why didn't you just let me die."
"Because then I wouldn't get to have all this fun." He said sarcastically.
"I am just a nuisance to everyone, I should have just died, and then I could have been with people who love me." Harry said.
"Do you know what happen to people who commit suicide, Harry?" Severus asked. Surprised to hear his first name he took a moment to respond.
"No sir."
"They become ghost. They then live a half life, neither living nor dead. They are a waste of space, because they couldn't solve their problems in life, and they thought death would cure them, when in most cases it only causes them more pain. Except this time they can't escape until they have dealt with the problem, instead of trying to run away from it." Harry knew there was no one else on earth that was so blunt with him, and oddly he found this comforting.
"I am sorry that I am a pain." Harry said looking away.
"Listen to me Harry." Severus paused a moment. He knew after this that Harry would never go back to being the annoying student that he had to teach potions to. He would be in his life, and that was a hard thing for him to allow.
"You are not a pain. I may act like it most of the time. There are appearances that must be up kempt and, children to be kept in a modicum of control. Do you remember what I told you earlier tonight? About having the will to overcome this?"
"Wait a minute that was you in my mind?"
"Yes, I had no other choice. Self-inflicted wounds will not heal until the person who did them will allow them to be."
"I know you were just making up all of that stuff about my will, and how that it isn't what we are given but what we do with it that matters." Severus brushed back his hair, and looked into Potter's eyes.
"No, Harry I wasn't making it up, but if you wish to continue thinking I did, then go right ahead." There was a long silence, until anyone spoke again.
"You are still recovering, I suggest that you try and get some sleep." Severus said getting up off the chair.
"Professor, um, I guess thanks for finding me." Harry said, not sure yet if Snape had done him a favor or not.
"Potter, we will have another little chat tomorrow, right now I am too tired to try and convince you that you made the wrong decision." Severus said with his had on the doorframe.
"Sir, if it isn't too much trouble, do you have any dreamless sleep potion?"
"Give me a minute." Severus left the room to retrieve the potion that he kept close by his bed, and then returned.
"Drink only half, if you drink it all it will have a bad reaction to the other potions that we have already given you." He said handing the bottle to him.
"Thank you sir." Harry saw that his Professor was tired, and that he had probably annoyed him by waking him up. He drank the potion, and within a few minutes he was fast asleep.
Severus walked up to the boy and removed his glasses from his face and put them on the bedside table.
"Harry, please don't blame yourself." He whispered into the dark room.
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The next morning, Eowyn got up earlier to check on Sylvia and Mr. Potter.
"Mummy?" Sylvia called from her bedroom.
"Yes dearest?"
"Can I get up yet?"
"Yes, you may. Let's help mummy make your bed." Eowyn knew that the six year old couldn't possibly make her own bed yet, but there was nothing wrong with teaching her good habits early.
"Mummy, can I have eggs for breakfast?"
"Yes you may."
"Can daddy make them for me?" Sylvia asked inquisitively.
"No, daddy can't cook, but I can, and daddy can eat them with you."
"I like it when daddy is home with me." Sylvia said looking up at her mother.
"I know sweetheart, so do I."
"Mummy who is that boy in the other room?"
"That is Harry Potter, one of your father's students."
"Why is he in our home?"
"Because daddy is taking care of him for a few days."
"But daddy promised me that he would take care of me."
"He will sweetheart, but Mr. Potter is the boy that is going to help you and me, and it is very important that he stays safe, and daddy can help him." Eowyn tried to explain to her daughter.
Eowyn finished dressing Sylvia, and sent her into the sitting room to play. She walked back to their bedroom and watched as Severus finished dressing. She remembered the day she fell in love with him, it was in St. Mungo's they were both there after an attack.
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In the other room across the hall, Harry Potter was waking up. He reached for his glasses, and remembered that he had not put them there last night, but someone else must have, because Harry never folded back the earpieces onto the lenses at night. He looked carefully around the room, now that some daylight was shining in through an east-facing window.
What Harry saw surprised him. The room was light, somewhat decorative, not the dark scary room that Harry had always pictured his professor to live in. There were pictures of Quidditch games, and far away places that Harry had never even heard of. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his professor's voice.
"Did he wake Sylvia last night, when he woke up?" Harry heard Snape say to someone.
"A little, but she went right back to sleep." Harry heard an unfamiliar female voice say.
"I am so sorry, I told Albus that I couldn't possibly do this, I mean it is the first holiday that I have had off in years, and nowÉ" Harry frowned when he heard this. He didn't understand if Snape hated him so much, why he saved him in the first place.
"Severus, you are an honorable man, Harry needs someone right now. It is obvious that he is going through some emotional turmoil."
"I know that and I feel bad for the boy, I really do, but why is it my job to sort his feelings out?" Harry gasped, Snape felt bad for him? What next?
"It is your job because you promised Albus, and it is your job because Lilly asked it of you, and lastly because you care about the boy." Harry didn't know who this woman was but he seemed to like her.
"I do care about him, but I have been acting so long, that I have forgotten what it is about the boy that makes me care so much for him, when everything I try to assist him with, he ignores. I know that he wishes it wasn't him, but he has no other choice, if he fails then he fails you and Sylvia, the Longbottom boy, the Granger girl, and countless others."
"Do not think of that, the time will come for him, and he will know what is asked of him and he will not fail. You however, must provide him the tools that were set before you. It is time, you cannot hide the truth from him forever."
Harry sat in bed with his mind reeling. What were they talking about, why would he fail this woman and another named Sylvia that he did not even know? How was she so sure that he would not fail, if he had failed before?
"I know. Do you have any clothes for him to wear? His old ones were blood stained, and I am too tall for him to wear my clothes."
"Well there are Septimus's clothes in the cupboard underneath the stairs." Eowyn said hesitantly.
"No. I will simply shrink some of mine." He said not wanting to talk any further.
Severus left their bedroom and walked to where Harry was staying, and stood in the doorway. Harry had heard him coming so he quickly turned over and pretended he was asleep.
By
Snivellus
So I forgot to mention that I do have hints of Lord of the Rings things in the story. A major part of it will come later, but I just love some of the lines that are in the movies, and the books as well. I hope you all don't mind.
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Chapter 3
"AAAGGHH!" Harry sat bolt upright, which caused him to get extremely dizzy, so he laid back down slowly.
"SYLVIA?" Severus cried.
"No dear I think that is Harry, Syliva doesn't sound like that." Eowyn corrected him.
Severus turned on the light and rolled out of bed. He had just fallen asleep an hour earlier. He grabbed his robe and threw it on.
"I will go check on him. Go back to bed darling." Severus said kissing her on the forehead.
"Mr. Potter, may you please explain why you chose É 4o'clock in the morning to wake the dead?" Severus said as he glanced at the clock.
"Snape? Where am I, where have you taken me?" Harry asked confused.
"Mr. Potter, to answer your first question, you are in my house. To answer the second, I have taken you nowhere. You brought yourself here with the little stunt you played earlier this evening." At this all of Harry's memories of the scissors and Hedwig came flooding back to him.
"Why am I at your house?" He tried to ask in a more normal tone.
"Because Mr. Potter, I sensed you were in danger, so I brought you here. I however had no intentions of you staying, but the Headmaster insists that you stay until you are well. So you have once again made my life miserable." Severus said tired.
"Then why didn't you just let me die."
"Because then I wouldn't get to have all this fun." He said sarcastically.
"I am just a nuisance to everyone, I should have just died, and then I could have been with people who love me." Harry said.
"Do you know what happen to people who commit suicide, Harry?" Severus asked. Surprised to hear his first name he took a moment to respond.
"No sir."
"They become ghost. They then live a half life, neither living nor dead. They are a waste of space, because they couldn't solve their problems in life, and they thought death would cure them, when in most cases it only causes them more pain. Except this time they can't escape until they have dealt with the problem, instead of trying to run away from it." Harry knew there was no one else on earth that was so blunt with him, and oddly he found this comforting.
"I am sorry that I am a pain." Harry said looking away.
"Listen to me Harry." Severus paused a moment. He knew after this that Harry would never go back to being the annoying student that he had to teach potions to. He would be in his life, and that was a hard thing for him to allow.
"You are not a pain. I may act like it most of the time. There are appearances that must be up kempt and, children to be kept in a modicum of control. Do you remember what I told you earlier tonight? About having the will to overcome this?"
"Wait a minute that was you in my mind?"
"Yes, I had no other choice. Self-inflicted wounds will not heal until the person who did them will allow them to be."
"I know you were just making up all of that stuff about my will, and how that it isn't what we are given but what we do with it that matters." Severus brushed back his hair, and looked into Potter's eyes.
"No, Harry I wasn't making it up, but if you wish to continue thinking I did, then go right ahead." There was a long silence, until anyone spoke again.
"You are still recovering, I suggest that you try and get some sleep." Severus said getting up off the chair.
"Professor, um, I guess thanks for finding me." Harry said, not sure yet if Snape had done him a favor or not.
"Potter, we will have another little chat tomorrow, right now I am too tired to try and convince you that you made the wrong decision." Severus said with his had on the doorframe.
"Sir, if it isn't too much trouble, do you have any dreamless sleep potion?"
"Give me a minute." Severus left the room to retrieve the potion that he kept close by his bed, and then returned.
"Drink only half, if you drink it all it will have a bad reaction to the other potions that we have already given you." He said handing the bottle to him.
"Thank you sir." Harry saw that his Professor was tired, and that he had probably annoyed him by waking him up. He drank the potion, and within a few minutes he was fast asleep.
Severus walked up to the boy and removed his glasses from his face and put them on the bedside table.
"Harry, please don't blame yourself." He whispered into the dark room.
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The next morning, Eowyn got up earlier to check on Sylvia and Mr. Potter.
"Mummy?" Sylvia called from her bedroom.
"Yes dearest?"
"Can I get up yet?"
"Yes, you may. Let's help mummy make your bed." Eowyn knew that the six year old couldn't possibly make her own bed yet, but there was nothing wrong with teaching her good habits early.
"Mummy, can I have eggs for breakfast?"
"Yes you may."
"Can daddy make them for me?" Sylvia asked inquisitively.
"No, daddy can't cook, but I can, and daddy can eat them with you."
"I like it when daddy is home with me." Sylvia said looking up at her mother.
"I know sweetheart, so do I."
"Mummy who is that boy in the other room?"
"That is Harry Potter, one of your father's students."
"Why is he in our home?"
"Because daddy is taking care of him for a few days."
"But daddy promised me that he would take care of me."
"He will sweetheart, but Mr. Potter is the boy that is going to help you and me, and it is very important that he stays safe, and daddy can help him." Eowyn tried to explain to her daughter.
Eowyn finished dressing Sylvia, and sent her into the sitting room to play. She walked back to their bedroom and watched as Severus finished dressing. She remembered the day she fell in love with him, it was in St. Mungo's they were both there after an attack.
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In the other room across the hall, Harry Potter was waking up. He reached for his glasses, and remembered that he had not put them there last night, but someone else must have, because Harry never folded back the earpieces onto the lenses at night. He looked carefully around the room, now that some daylight was shining in through an east-facing window.
What Harry saw surprised him. The room was light, somewhat decorative, not the dark scary room that Harry had always pictured his professor to live in. There were pictures of Quidditch games, and far away places that Harry had never even heard of. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his professor's voice.
"Did he wake Sylvia last night, when he woke up?" Harry heard Snape say to someone.
"A little, but she went right back to sleep." Harry heard an unfamiliar female voice say.
"I am so sorry, I told Albus that I couldn't possibly do this, I mean it is the first holiday that I have had off in years, and nowÉ" Harry frowned when he heard this. He didn't understand if Snape hated him so much, why he saved him in the first place.
"Severus, you are an honorable man, Harry needs someone right now. It is obvious that he is going through some emotional turmoil."
"I know that and I feel bad for the boy, I really do, but why is it my job to sort his feelings out?" Harry gasped, Snape felt bad for him? What next?
"It is your job because you promised Albus, and it is your job because Lilly asked it of you, and lastly because you care about the boy." Harry didn't know who this woman was but he seemed to like her.
"I do care about him, but I have been acting so long, that I have forgotten what it is about the boy that makes me care so much for him, when everything I try to assist him with, he ignores. I know that he wishes it wasn't him, but he has no other choice, if he fails then he fails you and Sylvia, the Longbottom boy, the Granger girl, and countless others."
"Do not think of that, the time will come for him, and he will know what is asked of him and he will not fail. You however, must provide him the tools that were set before you. It is time, you cannot hide the truth from him forever."
Harry sat in bed with his mind reeling. What were they talking about, why would he fail this woman and another named Sylvia that he did not even know? How was she so sure that he would not fail, if he had failed before?
"I know. Do you have any clothes for him to wear? His old ones were blood stained, and I am too tall for him to wear my clothes."
"Well there are Septimus's clothes in the cupboard underneath the stairs." Eowyn said hesitantly.
"No. I will simply shrink some of mine." He said not wanting to talk any further.
Severus left their bedroom and walked to where Harry was staying, and stood in the doorway. Harry had heard him coming so he quickly turned over and pretended he was asleep.