Title: All The Things You Said

Author: Kloak Dark

Disclaimer: I don't own the song those lyrics are from, and I don't own any HP character, I just borrow them to play with.

Chapter 2 of 3

Summary: I guess it's a bit OOC, but, Harry defeats Voldemort, he finds out why Snape did what he did, and now he feels bad about what he's called Snape and the fact that they're going to take him to Azkaban when the catch him.

A/N: The lyrics have been altered a little, since 'All the things she said' didn't quite fit it, it's been changed to 'all the things you said' since that's pretty much what is sounds like when I hear it xx Snape's POV, sort of.

All the things you said
All the things you said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things you said
All the things you said
All the things you said
This is not enough

It was so odd, to be laying in Harry Potter's bed… Not only odd, but something he certainly had never guessed to be doing. Messy raven hair, so much like his father's, tickled Severus' abdomen. He shivered every time the boy wonder let out a warm breath, sending shivers up his skin as he lay, staring blankly at the ceiling. The fact was, at least as of two hours ago, the young man didn't want him to leave, even though it had been he who pointed out he would surely be caught if he stayed in this place. A dilemma of incredible proportion this was, and he didn't know what to do.

Unfortunately, it was not long after this that the aurors came storming in. Severus did his best to fight them without harming them too much but was finally overtaken, even as Harry was struggling to get to him. In an almost classic, and when the potions master would think about it later, cliché move, he stretched his hand out to try and grab onto him. They didn't manage and were pulled apart, the Golden Boy simply being restrained and Severus becoming stunned.

There was no trial. The earlier testimony from Harry, though he utterly regretted it now, was more than sufficient for Scrimgoer to toss him into Azkaban. Though the prison was no where near as forbidding as before, it was no trip to grandma's either. Severus' wand was to be destroyed but was ultimately saved by Hermione, who claimed it could be used as evidence. This was only because the young man had asked her to get it for him, knowing at the moment they all thought Snape had done something to his mind.

And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want him so much

Long, pale fingers gripped the bars on the window of his cell, black eyes peering out at the moon as a low sigh slipped between gritted teeth and only slightly parted lips. Digits released their grip as he slipped back down onto the bed, raven hair fallen like a curtain over his eyes, hiding their dull quality.

Azkaban wasn't taking its toll, his eyes were always like that if they weren't shining with menace or some such similar emotion. Add to that the stress of little sleep and hardly any food, and you were extraordinary if your eyes didn't lack luster.

And then there was that other matter… his feelings for his world's boy wonder. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he'd gone to Harry's flat in the first place, he'd known the only thing that awaited there was to get himself caught. At this point, they why of his capture was lost on him, truly unsure of how they'd managed to track him so quickly.

Had to have been an impulse, he thought. Of course, he already knew that and didn't honestly need any reassurances. The question was why…

You wanted to see him, remember professor? That little voice in his head sounded an awful lot like the man in question, of course there was the possibility it was just taunting him… Oh come now, it was his own voice in his head after all… even if it didn't even sound remotely like him.

Wanna fly him away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame

He wished he could just leave, taking Harry somewhere they didn't all know him as their saviour, someplace decidedly muggle where it would be hard to track them. To be free to live was what he wanted, almost as much as he wanted the young man who'd grown from the boy he'd tormented all those years. The irony was far from lost on him.

It was true, he'd killed Dumbledore, the greatest headmaster, and most long lived, Hogwarts had ever seen. I will never be gone as long as there are those still loyal to me… Albus had said that on more than one occasion, it appeared to be one of his favored sayings. True as it was, Dumbledore's influence remained, the man himself really was gone, and he couldn't come back.

The last in the Gryffindor line had lost two people particularly important to him in as many years, but now the young man understood, at least, why one of them died. Though Severus muttered a curse, the man had already been dead, he simply gave up a bit of time to spare the young Malfoy a weight and save the former Death Eater's own life. It was depressing that he was stuck here because of the old fool's all too well meaning antics.

As for Black… well, that wasn't exactly his fault, though it was one of his memories that caused Harry's confidence in the absolute perfection of his godfather to waver, to feel pity, pity for the greasy git of a potion's master. It was a sentiment he didn't want nor need.

But the shame was still on his head, and he wished he could wash it all away in an instant, to start over.

When they stop and stare - don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for him what he's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head

Dealing with guards peeking in and staring at him was just queer to begin with, but when one asked him exactly what he had done to Harry Potter, inquiring about the fact that they were found naked together, he just completely ignored him. Something was pulling at his ever tightening heart strings, a pain that he knew was not his own.

"Why do you put me in such pain Harry?" He let slip once, rubbing his chest as he paced. His heart was stinging and the need to hold Harry in his arms once more was becoming over whelming.

When the guard came next to give him his food, he kicked the tray up into his face, effectively smacking him in the face. When the man felt his nose, apparently in immense pain and trying to assess the damage, Severus grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him further into the room. Bolting out, he slipped the lock firmly back on the door and then began his slow descent out of the prison.

It was a bit rocky at first, guards being just about everywhere, but once he got to the lower security prisoners, thieves and the like, he was basically able to just run through the halls all they way out.

Don't leave me.

"I won't, not ever."

All the things you said
All the things you said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things you said
All the things you said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things you said
All the things you said
This is not enough
This is not enough
All the things you said
All the things you said
All the things you said
All the things you said
All the things you said
All the things you said
All the things you said
All the things you said, you said
All the things you said
All the things you said