Title: Revenge from the grave.
Author: Black blade
Chapter tile: Awakening.
Summary: Slash. One year has passed since the day Harry Potter was killed by Voldemort in a desperate effort to save Snape from certain death. Harry is back from the grave to finish the job he was born to do. Kill the murderer of his parents. Will he succeed or will he fall? For there's no coming back from the dead if he fails, again.
Beta: Websurfer. Thanks mate, any other mistakes found are purely mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing I've just borrowed the characters of Harry Potter for a while, I promise to give them back. Honest.
Author's note: this chapters coming up a bit quicker then the next ones so don't expect them to get up this quick. Each chapter should be uploaded once a week, hopefully. Thank you to all the people whom reviewed and put me on their favorites list and on the author's alert and for reviewing, no wait I said that already, oh well.
Also I have to say that this story is more along the lines of the T.V show the crow, which is closely link with the movie. It's good to know that a lot of people reviewing have seen the Crow.
This chapter and the next one are a little slower than others they're laying the ground work for the romance aspect of this story. Well I've rambled on long enough enjoy the chapter. Oh no wait, there's a part of a song in this story which is from a band called 3 doors down.
Chapter 2 - Finding his heart
Severus Snape woke with a start looking around his darkened room as his mind tried to figure out what had awoken him. Sighing when he couldn't pin point the source of his disturbance. He slid his legs off the side of the bed he sat up. Run his hand through his limp hair, with another tired sigh. He knew the date, it was on this date one year ago he nearly died.
Sighing Severus pulled himself up and quickly changed. Ignoring the scars that littered his body from the night he was saved and from his years of being a death eater and spy. Grabbing his cloak, he stalked out of his rooms in the dungeons. He made his way to the castle's front doors, with a heavy mind. After opening the doors he slipped out into the night air. The moon shinning down on him as he moved down onto the grass. The wind tired unsuccessfully to move Severus' greasy hair as he looked around the near silent grounds. Smoke could be seen rising from Hagrid's Hut near the Forbidden Forest. It seemed he wasn't the only one awake at one in the morning. He guessed the anniversary of Harry Potter's death would be keeping more people up that night than just him. Letting his feet led him down to the lake as his mind wandered off on its own.
He was unaware of how long he stood in silence not moving looking out over the glass like surface of the body of water in front of him. A fluttering noise to his right made him look up as a large crow landed near him on a boulder. The bird looked at him with beady black eyes that held unusual intelligence. He looked at it as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. In reality he was wondering why the bird would be out at this time of night. The puzzle however simply slipped passed his mind as the bird fluffed up its feathers looking, for all the world, as if it belonged where it was perched.
"Nice night."
Severus jumped, but if anyone asked he had not been startled just a little surprised. A figure seemed to have materialized next to him when his attention had been on the blackbird. Inconspicuously Severus palmed his wand. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't place where he'd heard it.
"Indeed," Severus replied smoothly. Severus gave his complete attention to the figure. Correction the man, for the voice had sounded male, was cloaked in shadows not giving a clue to his identity. If it hadn't been for the wards keeping out anyone with ill intent Severus would have been worried. Not many people were able to creep up on the ex-spy.
"How's your life been this past year Severus Snape?" the other man asked. Severus frowned no one had asked him that question in a long time, why would this man want to know?
"In polite circles people like to know the name of the person they are talking too," Severus subtly demanded.
The crow nearly forgotten by Snape took flight suddenly startling Severus much like it's owner had moments before. The bird landed gracefully on the figure's shoulder.
"Oh, but Professor Snape you already know my name," the figure chuckled. "In fact you probably have been cursing it the last seven years and you've been cursing my father's name for even longer."
The man's voice clicked in Severus's mind 'Shit the man's name is Harry Potter,' Severus cursed silently.
Stumbling back he gracelessly tripped over his cloak, falling hard on his ass. Harry Potter laughed at the sight of the feared Potion's Professor, hated and feared by all at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry, sprawled at his feet. The other man looked up at Harry with horror and fear. Taking pity on the man Harry held out his hand. Severus looked at it dumbly as if he couldn't understand why it was there.
"Need a hand Professor?" Harry asked amused.
"How…What…How are you? You died, I saw your body! I was at your funeral!" Severus stammered fear seeping into his voice.
"Yes, well that's true, thanks for coming to the funeral by the way," Harry smiled and knelt down next to the stunned man.
"You are welcome," Severus visibly pulled himself together. "Should have expected it, you damn Potters seemed to still haunt me even after you are dead!"
Harry chuckled, "'Not even death can keep a Potter down,' it's the family motto right after 'Always run into trouble without thinking of the consequences' and 'Don't get caught.'"
Severus stared at him a minute the sides of his month turning up slightly. Then he frowned, "Name all the people that where at the Shrieking Shack at the end of your third year?" He asked in a rush.
"Testing the knowledge of a dead man, good to know you haven't changed," Harry chuckled. "Well I'll play, Remus Lupin, Sirius black, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, you, myself and a rat, that goes by the name of Peter Pettigrew."
Severus stared at Harry disbelief, "You are dead." Pronouncing each word as if talking to a five year old.
Harry looked at Severus a minute before standing, "Come on I could use a shower."
Harry held a hand out, which Severus hesitantly took. Pulling the older man to his feet with ease. Severus looked him over, the other man appeared to be alive and his hand had felt real. Harry headed off towards the castle with Severus falling into step beside him. Still sending him puzzled glances. The two quickly and silently made their way though the castle in silence.
Severus led the way to his rooms in the dungeons as Harry looked around him a slight smile on his lips. The two stopped outside a normal door, Severus knocked twice, whispering a password under his breath at the same time. A part of the wall behind them opened. Harry's eyes darted between the still closed door and the open archway, where Severus stood smirking, on the other side.
"Are you coming Mr. Potter or are you going to stay here and practice your impression of a fish out of water?" Severus smirked.
With a snap Harry shut his mouth and turned up his nose as he glided passed Severus. The amused man following him still smirking as the wall closed behind him. Severus pointed out the bathroom then collapsed in his armchair in front of the fire.
Gulped down another shot of Firewhiskey as he waited for a dead man to finish in his shower. Severus mind turned to the boy who strangely enough he still looked the same as he remembered, the same bright green eyes had stared back at him, the same untamable black hair, and the same lighting bolt scar on his forehead. He still had the same loveable smile and yet something seemed off about him and it took him a few minutes to think what it was. This Harry Potter wore no glasses. He mentally made note to ask the boy about the missing specs.
Severus sighed he'd always had a feeling deep inside him that made him save the brat's life time and time again. When the night came that he'd been found out as a spy his last thought, before he fell unconscious, had been that he'd failed the boy. When he woke in the hospital wing to find out Harry Potter had died. It had felt like a part inside of him had gone with him.
A soft voice singing caught his attention as he flicked back another shot. Leaned back in his chair, his head resting on the soft headrest, as the voice rolled over him.
'There's another world inside of me.
That you may never see.
There's secrets in this life.
That I can't hide.
Somewhere in this darkness
There's a light that I can't find
Maybe it's to far away…
Or maybe I'm just blind…'
Severus sighed he now knew the truth. The day Harry Potter died he'd felt something rip away inside of him. The feelings of hatred he'd shown towards the boy had just been a cover up for his true feelings. He'd been hiding behind his hatred of the father and he hadn't seen the love of the son until it was too late.
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Harry turned the shower off with a sigh, he felt clean as if he'd never died. He didn't know how he'd managed to came back he only knew he had a reason to be back; to kill Voldemort.
He could feel the presence of the crow at the back of his mind. The crow was his link to the lands of the living and dead and Harry knew deep down that the only thing that kept him tethered on this plane of the living was the blackbird. Grabbing a black towel (well what other colour would you expect to find in Snape's bathroom?) he wound it around himself as he stepped out of the bathroom and into the living room.
"Professor," Snape looked up an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Do you have any clothes I can wear? The clothes I was buried in are giving me the creeps."
Severus growled something, Harry was guessing, along the lines of 'Yes, you brat'. The other man dragged himself out of his chair with a slight stumble. Harry frowned at the man and the half empty bottle of firewhiskey on the side table.
"Isn't it a school night?" Harry asked innocently, the other man growled in reply.
Harry watched the show with a smile as the other man stumble across the room and into his bedroom. Harry followed shortly after him as he approached the door, when all of a sudden a pair of pants flew out at him landing on his head followed by a night shirt. Harry whipped them off himself still smiling.
"Thanks," Harry called out pulling on the shirt and pants.
They were a size too large for his slight frame but after years of wearing Dudley cast offs he had gotten used to wearing to large clothing. Finishing he unwound the towel from around his waist and placed it back in the bathroom. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and nodded, he now felt and looked more alive. When he came back out Severus door was closed and a blanket hung over the back of the lounge.
"Well I guess it's the lounge for me tonight," Harry mumbled to himself. Harry however was beyond caring as he crashed on the lounge and was fast asleep before he could pull the blanket over himself.
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Severus couldn't sleep he had the half naked form of Harry Potter imprinted on the back of his eyelids. He soon gave up sleep and stood. Silently walking over to the door he placed his ear to the rough wood. He couldn't hear anything on the other side. He opened the door slowly and slipped out into the other room. Even breathing from the lounge told him that the boy was asleep. He lit his wand with a whispered word and by the soft glow navigated his way over to the lounge where Harry was sprawled out. Harry looked young and peaceful as he snored softly.
He grabbed the blanket off the back of the lounge and draped it over the boy. The Gryffindor mumbled in his sleep a lazy smile on his face. Severus pushed a stray lock of hair out of the sleeping boy's eyes. Harry mumbled in his sleep turning into the soft touch. Against his own will Severus ran a finger down Harry's cheek feeling the warmth under his finger tips as he reminded himself that Harry was alive and wasn't going anywhere.
The boy's eyes suddenly fluttered open. The two looked at the other silently neither one moving an inch.
"Severus?" Harry whispered breaking the trance the two had fallen into. "What is it?"
"Nothing go back to sleep," Severus answered. Hand still on the boy's cheek.
"I'm glad you made it back to Hogwarts," Harry mumbled eyes half-closed. "I didn't want to see you die."
Harry's eyes slid closed as sleep overcame him. Severus sighed it seemed that Harry wasn't completely unchanged by being dead. Before his death the boy would've run screaming from the room if Severus had laid one finger on him. Maybe Severus did have a chance to right the wrongs he had done to the other man. Shaking his head and those thoughts away Severus slipped back into his room a small smile on his lips.
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