It Could Have Been Love, But It's Over Now
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
Warnings: Not much in this chapter. Just slash and offensive language.
Chapter 3
Harry frowned as he watched the Weasleys exit the from the hospital wing. Now what was he going to do? They hadn't managed to slip him more than a couple of tidbits of information for fear of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumber, as George dubbed them, listening in.
So far he knew
Dumbledore was dead, executed.
No one else was to be executed in the Wizarding World, ever.
He wondered how people would be punished then.
This militia group had a large following and no one knew all the members.
Snape had plans for Harry and that scared the fuck out of him.
A plate of food popping into existence on his bedside table startled Harry out of his reverie. Glancing out the window he determined it was late evening. He hadn't realized he had been talking with Charlie and the twins for so long. Turning his attention to his dinner, he picked at it without eating anything before deciding to go to sleep.
Drowsily, he drifted into semi-awareness. He could feel a hand running through his hair, calming him. There was also a deep murmur, telling him he was alright, to be calm, that he belonged . . . no that he belonged to. . .
Harry awoke feeling more content than he had in a long time. He smiled to himself before he remembered his dream visitor. He shuddered as he recalled that voice, it was so very familiar and it had spoken with such deep affection as well as something much darker, something that spoke of hidden intentions, late night meetings and . . . His stomach roiled, his nausea was back. He pushed aside the disturbing thoughts and the dream before rolling out of bed, his nausea fading. He stretched his back and made a small contented noise, still ignoring the reason behind his well rest.
He jumped when he heard an amused chuckle from the doorway. It seemed Snape had arrived and with breakfast. "A true Gryffindor, you even sound like a cat or maybe a kitten."
Harry glared back, impudently. A kitten indeed!
Snape chuckled again. It was like honey and whiskey. Harry shivered as Snape approached. He was forced to sit back on the bed as Snape moved up beside his bed and placed the breakfast tray in his lap. "Eat. You didn't touch your dinner and I won't abide a hunger strike. If you refuse, I won't hesitate to force feed you."
"I touched my dinner, I just didn't eat it. Probably put something nasty in it." But hunger and the threat overrode the urge to rebel and he quickly wolfed down the provide food.
"Good kitten." Snape smirked.
Eyeing the tray, Harry contemplated tossing the dirty dishes onto Snape but quickly disregarded that idea when he remembered yesterday's slap, so he just calmly put aside the tray before snapping at Snape, "Don't call me that!" He was a lion and he wouldn't put up with being treated as a child and he let Snape know this.
"Oh, an adult are you? Then I guess this means your ready to know the second reason I kept you here. The reason why you are alive and not in Azkaban. You think you are ready to hear?" This was all said rather maliciously and Harry could sense a trap in his words, but his Gryffindor pride would not let him back down.
"I'm adult and I want you to tell me why I'm here."
"As you wish." Harry couldn't help but feel he had stepped off a precipice and there was nothing to catch him from his fall.