Disclaimer: I do not earn any money doing this. And I don't own any of them. It's so sad.
Warning: slash! If you don't know what that is I pity you. But you'll find out soon...
Part 7: Snapes rooms
Harry felt like he was lying in the sea. As if he was weightless, and could lie there forever. Cocooned in a blanket of warmth. He couldn't decide what had disturbed him. He reached out with his magic and felt two people in the room. Harry sat there and thought about what had happened before he had woken up. He remembered strong arms holding him. Lifting him and then laying him on the soft bed. The aroma that had lulled him into a deep calm. He remembered the soft hand stoking his cheek and he how wanted to feel the hand. Never let the touch go. But he could not place a face. He tried to remember the arms the feeling it had given him. Peace. Absolute peace. He felt a hand graze his face and recoiled. It wasn't the same touch from before.
Harry listened to the slight haze some would call the noise around him. He could tell someone was talking but not what was being said. Suddenly a voice broke through the haze. A strong masculine voice that instructed obedience. It almost made him shiver just from the sound. But that voice; it sounded so familiar. He listened intently to it. Reaching for every word. Holding onto them as life lines. He could almost make it out.
"Minerva, there's more." Snape. Harry stilled as the memories of the previous night came to him. Bombarding him with images of pain. His uncle, Snape coming to the house, and then taking him away flashed in front of him as he silently willed it to go away. He saw his fear as he landed after they apparated and the strong arms that held him when he almost couldn't move. The faint smell of smoke and irises that had filled his senses.
"What Severus? What else did you find?" Professor McGonagall? Ah no Headmistress. So Snape hadn't brought him to Voldemort. He almost allowed himself to feel guilt as he listened as someone shifted and sit at the edge of the bed…. Almost. Harry could feel the gaze him linger on him. Tell her what you're supposed to do. That you have to take me to Voldemort.
"You know my condition." Harry heard contempt in the sentence. What was wrong with Snape?
"Of course Severus. I believe I've had the help you with it for a while. What does it have to do with Harry?"
"It has everything to do with him." Harry listened to the righteous anger and hatred in the sentence that hit him like bricks. He had caused whatever was wrong with Snape? Harry listened as someone moved in the chair and heard Snape sigh and run his hands through his hair. "Not him. But his blood. The one intended. The only one I would ever need." harry stifled his confusion as a hand clawed at the sheet on the bed. "Is a 17 year old boy. But not only that..."
"Severus, please calm. Are you trying to tell me that the one you gave up looking for has been here all along?" the soft soothing voice of his professor broke through the cloud.
Harry jumped away from the touch that ghosted across his cheek. "Even if he is I cannot have him."
Part 8: Snapes POV
Snape sat on the edge of the bed. His mind racing. He couldn't stop these feelings. The attraction. The hunger. If anything he could get the reprimand he deserved from it.
"Minerva you know my condition." Severus closed his eyes and held his breath.
"Of course Severus. I believe I've had the help you with it for a while. What does it have to do with Harry?" a wary confused look flashed across her face before she was able to hide it.
Severus swept his hand across Harry. "It has everything to do with him." He spat. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Well not him but his blood. The one intended. The only one I should ever need." He gripped the sheet next to thigh in a death grip. "Is a 17 year old boy. But not only that..."
Snape stopped when McGonagall raised a hand to silence him. He was expecting her to yell. To curse and to scream at him. " Severus are you trying to tell me the one you have gave up looking for has been here the entire time?" it wasn't stern, it wasn't angry. It was a soft empathic sound that came from her mouth.
Snape looked at harry and reached over to slightly run his fingers across the boys skin, only to have harry jump in the same manner that he had when Minerva had. With a heavy heart he cupped his face in his hands. "Even if he is I cannot have him."
It was silent for a couple of minutes before anything was said. No one moved or made a sound until Minerva got up from the chair and walked over to stand right in front of him. Here it was. The anger. She reached a hand out to him and brought his chin up so he was looking at her.
But instead of anger there was a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.
"Come, let's go into the sitting room and have some spirits I know you have hidden in there." And she walked out of the room. Leaving him staring dumbfounded after her. Severus turned and looked at Harrys sleeping form. Taking in the way he seemed to be at ease, and peaceful. His hair covering his pale skin. Hiding his face and chest. Severus reached out to the boys hair and slightly, almost reverently moved the hair away from the boy's face. His beautiful face. His soft features...
Yes if he was never going to be his he could at least save this memory. Harry falling into his arms and seeming to relax. The musky smell that came off the boy. The surprising softness of his skin. He would remember it and regret fully that he never could have it. Didn't deserve what the young man could give him.
With one last look at the boy, Severus Snape moved from the bed to the door. And closed it. Locking the memory of the boy and that part of his life away in the back of his head. He made his way to the couch where Minerva already had the decanter and two glasses ready for him.
"Severus why can't you have him?"
"Yes young snake. Why?"
Snape inwardly growled from pure annoyance when the portrait above the mantle spoke his two cents.
"Ah Salazar, I see your portrait is comfortable."
"Yes very, headmistress. Though it is getting tiring trying to teach one who doesn't wish to learn."
Snape sat and glared at the two figures talking about him. Like a petulant child. He coughed and the two figures focused on him.
"You do realize that though I am still young I am twenty years his senior? I am the man that set his life to ruin. The Man who killed Dumbledore. Who he has hated since he first came to this god forsaken school." He looked at the cup in his hand. No he would never have him. After all the years with Severus pretending to hate the boy while in the background keeping him safe. No harry hated him. And He Himself had only realized that pull on Harry's blood because the boy had turned 17. Still a Minor in the boy's world.
Severus felt a tingle run across his skin and he watched as the slightly haggard skin on his hand became Ivory smooth. His black potion stained nails grew an inch and scratched softly against the glass.
"Young snake you may be twenty years his senior but you will forever only be the age you came into your inheritance. If you didn't insist on wearing that glamor..."
Snape stood and waved his hand, casting a silencing charm, at the portrait. He walked over to the mirror he had on the wall opposite the mantle... He starred at the image that he had hidden for so long he had forgotten.
Part 9: McGonagall
Minerva watched as Severus cringed at the conversation.
"You do realize that though I am still young I am still twenty years his senior? I am the man that set his life to ruin. The Man who killed Dumbledore. Who he has hated since he first came to this god forsaken school." He looked down at the glass in his hand. His eyebrows knitting together in thought.
"Headmistress, have you ever seen him without his glamor?" She looked at the portrait with an awed look.
"You mean to tell me that he has been wearing a glamor?" A glint in her eyes.
"Oh yes, he has had it in place since his 17 birthday." And for a spirit painting Salazar managed to make his eyes twinkle with mischief also.
Minerva lowered her voice. "And how would one break this spell?"
"Excipio in Dissimulo" He whispered back. And if the portrait could seem more mischievous and evil, he had just managed it.
Minerva looked toward her old student and friend, and smiled. She reached her hand into a pocket she had on her belt and pulled out a slim wand. Still watching Severus to make sure he wouldn't notice. She raises her wand and pointed it directly at him "Excipio in Dissimulo" and she watched with awe as a bright purple mist flowed from the end of her wand and engulfed her old time friend.
The Mist dissipated after only a few seconds and she watched as Snapes body changed.
"Young snake you may be twenty years his senior but you will forever only be the age you came into your inheritance. If you didn't insist on wearing that glamor..."
Severus raised his hand as he stood silencing the portrait as he briskly walked to the mirror. His long black hair flowing down his back. She had only seen a glimpse of his real image those years ago. And as she looked at him now, she could see why we would want to hide his image.
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+Note+ Who thinks i should keep Severus from showing Harry who he really is?
Excipio in Dissimulo means "remove the mask"
Any Ideas?