Sorry, it's been a while; got abducted by aliens.
Chapter 45: Vigil
Snape heard Harry and Madame Pomfey talking in low voices in the next room. He could tell that they did not want him to hear but he did get the outline of their talk. Harry was scared to come in. Poppy didn't want him to come in. And, finally they both thought he had some mild brain damage.
He snarled to himself but stopped when a sharp pain behind his eyes reminded him of his injuries. He knew he would never hurt the boy, Poppy knew he would never hurt the boy, and the boy knew he would never hurt him. He growled again, flinched from the pain, and realized that pain made him an idiot and he should just wait.
The door opened very slowly and Harry's head popped in. He looked very pale and his eyes were puffy from crying. "Professor?"
"Harry," Snape gestured him in, "come in, come in."
He slowly slid into the room and stood and far from the bed and as close to the door as possible. It seemed to Snape he was trying to make an escape if necessary. He looked him over and noticed he had turned his glamours back on. He looked every inch the perfect Gryffindor.
Snape tried not to snarl at him and said very calmly, "I told you when you are in these rooms, I do not want to see Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, but Harry."
"Huh?" He asked quietly.
He said, "Take off your glamours, in these rooms you are Harry not someone else."
Harry looked confused then startled. He gulped and looked at the floor. Taking out his wand, he removed his charms.
Snape nodded, "Don't forget again."
The boy nodded back.
"I am not angry at you and you are allowed to talk," He said gently.
Harry didn't look up but croaked, "I'm sorry."
"I told you I wasn't angry and you have no reason to be sorry. Anyone could tell, I did it on purpose. I deserved the blows I got." He told him in a very matter of fact voice.
He looked at him with new tears trailing down his cheeks and whispered. "But why?" "You would get out of bed," he snorted, "you barely moved and, in fact, hardly acknowledge the world outside your own mind. I was thinking that some sort of jumpstart would get you going and it did. It worked as you are talking and moving again so hooray for my genius."
Harry blinked several times then very timidly said, "So you're not going to..."
Snape didn't let him finish but barked. "Rape you, no, and before you think of asking again. I have never planned on raping or hurting you ever and I never will, so don't ask again."
"Then don't do things like that." Harry's voice rose into a scream.
Snape hid the smile forming on his lips. He was rather pleased because he hadn't broken him. If the boy could yell at him and not cower then their relationship could continue. He nodded, "Fine."
"Fine!" He scowled at him. "All you can say is fine! I thought I had killed you! I thought I was going to Azkaban, you twit! There was blood everywhere and you looked horrible!"
He frowned. "Lower your voice. I have a headache."
"You git!" Harry frowned and turned away from.
Snape sighed, "When can talk about this later. I have a concussion if you'll remember. I'm going back to sleep, wake me every hour to make sure I'm not dead. I think that Madame Pomfrey put you though the ropes on my recovery."
He didn't look at Harry but turned away from and snuggled down and quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 45: Vigil
Snape heard Harry and Madame Pomfey talking in low voices in the next room. He could tell that they did not want him to hear but he did get the outline of their talk. Harry was scared to come in. Poppy didn't want him to come in. And, finally they both thought he had some mild brain damage.
He snarled to himself but stopped when a sharp pain behind his eyes reminded him of his injuries. He knew he would never hurt the boy, Poppy knew he would never hurt the boy, and the boy knew he would never hurt him. He growled again, flinched from the pain, and realized that pain made him an idiot and he should just wait.
The door opened very slowly and Harry's head popped in. He looked very pale and his eyes were puffy from crying. "Professor?"
"Harry," Snape gestured him in, "come in, come in."
He slowly slid into the room and stood and far from the bed and as close to the door as possible. It seemed to Snape he was trying to make an escape if necessary. He looked him over and noticed he had turned his glamours back on. He looked every inch the perfect Gryffindor.
Snape tried not to snarl at him and said very calmly, "I told you when you are in these rooms, I do not want to see Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, but Harry."
"Huh?" He asked quietly.
He said, "Take off your glamours, in these rooms you are Harry not someone else."
Harry looked confused then startled. He gulped and looked at the floor. Taking out his wand, he removed his charms.
Snape nodded, "Don't forget again."
The boy nodded back.
"I am not angry at you and you are allowed to talk," He said gently.
Harry didn't look up but croaked, "I'm sorry."
"I told you I wasn't angry and you have no reason to be sorry. Anyone could tell, I did it on purpose. I deserved the blows I got." He told him in a very matter of fact voice.
He looked at him with new tears trailing down his cheeks and whispered. "But why?" "You would get out of bed," he snorted, "you barely moved and, in fact, hardly acknowledge the world outside your own mind. I was thinking that some sort of jumpstart would get you going and it did. It worked as you are talking and moving again so hooray for my genius."
Harry blinked several times then very timidly said, "So you're not going to..."
Snape didn't let him finish but barked. "Rape you, no, and before you think of asking again. I have never planned on raping or hurting you ever and I never will, so don't ask again."
"Then don't do things like that." Harry's voice rose into a scream.
Snape hid the smile forming on his lips. He was rather pleased because he hadn't broken him. If the boy could yell at him and not cower then their relationship could continue. He nodded, "Fine."
"Fine!" He scowled at him. "All you can say is fine! I thought I had killed you! I thought I was going to Azkaban, you twit! There was blood everywhere and you looked horrible!"
He frowned. "Lower your voice. I have a headache."
"You git!" Harry frowned and turned away from.
Snape sighed, "When can talk about this later. I have a concussion if you'll remember. I'm going back to sleep, wake me every hour to make sure I'm not dead. I think that Madame Pomfrey put you though the ropes on my recovery."
He didn't look at Harry but turned away from and snuggled down and quickly fell asleep.