The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… I'm not making money with this…
Author's Notes: Ok… Last chapter was small… I know, but I write scenes. And some scenes are small. Like this one. But I have some scenes written and I'll post them one per day. Sorry about forgetting the Disclaimer. Enjoy the second chapter.
HARRY
Harry barely slept that night. He stayed wake in his bed, faking sleep but listening to every sound from outside. Sirius got out before the sun had totally set and hadn't been back 'till 2 in the morning, when Harry heard him in the entrance hall. He almost didn't, but as light feet as his godfather had he was still carrying an unconscious Snape, after all. Harry from an open slit of his door saw as Sirius carried the other man up the stairs to an unoccupied room. Both man looked worn out, specially Snape. Harry wanted to help, but knew that they were the right people to help one another. As he had been the right person to help Draco. It was a cosmic joke that history would repeat itself in such a way… He thanked Merlin that, at least, he and Draco had realized their feeling earlier. He thought about hating Draco for more 20 years and felt nauseated. He already felt bad for hating Draco for 4 years… Life had been cruel to his godfather, and even if Snape wasn't his favorite person, Harry had to admit that the man had his own reasons to be bitter, acid and etc.
Only after making sure they were ok did he finally tried to sleep…