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Chapter 5
Snape awoke to the sound of screaming coming from somewhere outside his bedroom. He scrambled quickly out of his bed, throwing on a pair of old sweatpants and rushing out into the hall. The older man located the noise, realizing that it was coming from the guest bedroom. He barged into the room, eyes widening as he saw Harry thrashing around on the bed with tears streaming down his eyes. He sprinted over to the side of the bed, reaching out to shake the boy roughly, "Potter, potter, wake up!" he shouted, not getting any response in return.
Harry continued to struggle valiantly, even going as far as to lash out at Snape with his fist, catching him on his lower jaw. Snape hissed as pain lanced up his cheek. He climbed on top of the distressed teen, pinning his hands and legs, "Harry!" he shouted once again.
Crazed emerald eyes opened wide, a scream dying down in his throat, "No…don't do it, don't touch me!" he begged. Snape frowned as Harry tried to buck the older man off in vain, tears continuing to stream down his face, "Please, Tom, please…" he whispered.
Snape leaned down, whispering comfortingly, "Harry…it's me, look at me, it's Severus, not Tom, Severus." Harry seemed to ignore him, continuing on his rant. Snape risked releasing one of Harry's hands, to grip his chin forcefully, but not enough to cause him pain, "Look. At. Me." He stated demandingly, thoroughly worried that the man wouldn't come out of his nightmare.
Harry's wide eyes fixated themselves to his face, focusing slightly, "Sn…ape?" he asked timidly. He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to make out the hazy blob above him, "…Glasses?" he questioned.
Snape looked around on the bed, spotting them halfway underneath his pillow, "Here." He placed them in front of his face, releasing Harry's other hand so that he could put them on, "How are you feeling?"
Harry fixed his glasses onto his face and looked away, glaring at the wall, "Don't worry about it." He mumbled.
Snape sighed, "You were screaming Harry. I need to worry about it." He stated.
Harry sighed, closing his eyes from the shame, "I had a dream about him, about Tom. He…he was going to…" He paused slightly; taking in a shuttering breath, "He was going to rape me…" he said the last part in a whisper.
Snape climbed off him slowly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He stared at the far wall, "Did he ever rape you in real life, Harry?" he questioned softly, feeling guilty to even have to ask the question. Harry didn't answer him. Snape closed his eyes and clenched his jaw tightly, gritting out, "Does Remus and Sirius know?"
Harry shot up out of the bed, a terrified look in his eyes, "You can't tell them, please, promise me that you won't tell them!" he begged.
Snape glanced back at him, smiling sadly, "I promise."
Harry calmed down instantly, flopping back onto the bed, "I haven't had nightmares for a while now. I guess it's because I've been taking all those sleeping pills." He muttered.
Snape ran a hand through his hair, "Well, if you don't need anything else then I guess I'll head back to bed now." He got up, starting to make his way over to the door when a hand reached out and grabbed him. Snape looked back questioningly.
Harry blushed brightly, glancing down at his sheets. He mumbled something softly and hastily, causing Snape to sigh in annoyance, "You need to speak louder if you expect me to hear you at all." He stated simply.
Harry shook his head and released his grip on the older man's arm. He looked away and laid back down, covering himself up with the sheets, "Never mind, it's nothing. Sorry to disturb you." He murmured softly.
Snape shook his head, walking to the door, "Don't worry about it, Potter. It's quite alright." He exited the room, shutting the door behind him.
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Harry woke up again that night to another nightmare. He sat up in bed breathing harshly as flashes of the nightmare replayed itself in his mind. He shivered slightly and climbed out of bed, making his way into the kitchen.
Harry opened the door to the refrigerator, peering inside for something to drink. He pulled out the carton of milk, setting it on the counter while pulling out a glass from the cupboard. Harry poured himself a drink, putting the milk away and settling himself down in a chair. He sipped at his milk, closing his eyes as he tried to relax.
Harry finished his drink, already feeling immensely better than when he had entered the kitchen. He put the glass in the sink, making his way out into the living room. Harry paused as he tried to figure out what he should do now, I don't want to go back to bed…I'll just have nightmares…
He glanced over at Snape's bedroom door, wondering if the man was still asleep. Harry made his way over to the door, opening the door quietly to peek inside. He blushed slightly as he remembered what he had almost asked earlier. It was proven that if Harry was sleeping near someone he trusted that he wouldn't have any nightmares, although he only asked to on very rare occasions when the nightmares were too much for him to handle on his own. Harry had wanted to ask Snape if he could stay in the same room with him but his pride wouldn't let him before, plus, he didn't want to annoy the older man any more than he did already…Maybe he wouldn't mind me sleeping on the floor near his bed?
He pondered to himself for a couple of minutes before going back into the guest room and grabbing the sheets and his pillow before making his way back to the master bedroom. Harry opened the door slowly, sneaking over to a bare spot on the hardwood floor near the foot of the bed, placing the items on the floor sleep on. He spared a glance at the top of the bed, freezing as he realized that Snape was awake and openly staring at him.
Harry blushed brightly, utterly embarrassed, "U-Um, I-I'm sorry…I…I just…," he paused, "F-Forget it, I'll go." He stuttered, scrambling to pick up all the blankets.
Snape sat up in his bed, watching as Harry tripped over one of the sheets and fall to the ground, a stream of curses escaping the younger man's lips. He winced slightly, getting out of bed to help the boy up, "Watch your mouth, Potter." He said chuckling. Snape hauled the man to his feet, gripping tighter as the man went to pull away, "What made you come in here, Potter?"
Harry looked away, "I…I just need to sleep on the floor here. I won't bother you, I promise." He murmured.
Snape shook his head, "Don't avoid my question, Potter." He demanded softly, "Now, tell me."
Harry looked away, "I can't sleep. Too many nightmares, so I decided to try and sleep near someone, it usually helps." He admitted sheepishly.
Snape arched an eyebrow, "And you would sleep on a wooden floor with a few sheets?" he asked.
Harry glanced up at him, "I figured that you wouldn't want to be awoken for something as insignificant as that."
Snape sighed and rolled his eyes, "Get into the bed, Potter. It's big enough for the both of us." He bent down, picking up the sheets and throwing them on top of his dresser for him to take care of in the morning.
Snape turned around to find Harry staring at him in shock, "Well? Go on!" He motioned with his hand to the bed.
Harry glanced at the bed cautiously, making his way on top of the mattress and under the sheets, "You better not do anything, you pervert…" He muttered.
Snape shook his head, chuckling softly again while he climbed back into bed. He made himself comfortable on his side of the bed, staring at the brown mop of hair peeking out from under the covers. Snape smiled softly before, closing his eyes and letting sleep overtake him once again.
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Snape groaned softly as his alarm started going off, the shrill beeping echoing in the room. He reached over groggily with his hand, reaching around until his hand brushed up against the top of the alarm, effectively turning the accursed contraption off; I really need to find a good radio station to wake up to in the morning…
Snape shifted back under the covers, freezing as he felt something tighten around his waist. He glanced down under the covers to find a pair of tanned arms wrapped securely around his lower torso. Snape turned his head, finding Potter pressed firmly against him from behind, and the boy's head snuggled against the back of his neck.
Harry started to stir and Snape instantly feinted sleep, not wanting to embarrass the man when he woke up. He felt the body around him tense instantly as Harry became fully awake.
Harry panicked instantly, brain rushing into overload as he tried to figure out a way out of his current predicament. He looked up to see if the older man was awake, sighing in relief as he was still fast asleep. Harry pulled his arms away from Snape slowly, sighing in relief as he pulled free without a reaction from the man. He scooted across the bed quickly, pulling back the covers and running out of the room and into the master bathroom.
Snape sighed, rolling over and laying in the spot Harry had just vacated, reveling in the heat that still lingered. He listened as he heard the toilet flush and the sink start to run water.
The door opened slowly and Harry walked out, staring at him with wide eyes, "S-Snape. Did I wake you?" he asked sheepishly.
Snape sat up slowly, "No, no. My alarm went off. How did you sleep?" He grinned inwardly.
The effect was instantaneous. Harry's face heated up, looking away instantly. Snape smiled softly, shaking his head, "Never mind then." He threw back the covers, climbing out of bed, "What would you like for breakfast?"
Harry looked up again, "You don't need to cook me anything…" he argued.
Snape shrugged, "Fine then, suit yourself." He opened his dresser drawers, scrounging around for clothes to wear. Snape glanced back to find Harry still standing there, "If you don't mind I would like to get dressed in peace." He deadpanned.
Harry reacted instantly, running out of the room, and closing the door behind him. He walked back into the small kitchenette, looking around for something to do. He noticed a frying pan and spatula already set out on the counter, looking back to the master bedroom he rushed over and opened the refrigerator, pulling out the carton of eggs and set them on the other side of the stove. Harry turned the burner on medium, spraying Pam onto the frying pan.
He was going to cook a great breakfast for the both of them.
Harry cracked an egg, dropping the goop into the middle of the pan. He broke the yolk with his spatula before going over and putting four pieces of toast into the toaster.
Harry worked quickly, wanting to have the food done for when Snape was out of the shower. Ten minutes later he had two egg and cheese sandwiches made and was digging around in the refrigerator for a bottle of orange juice to go with the meal.
Harry had just set everything out on the small table when Snape walked into the room. He stared at the meal, raising his eyebrow in curiosity, "What's all this for?"
Harry grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, "Nothing, I just felt like making something is all."
Snape snorted. "I can't believe that those godfathers of yours actually taught you something useful."
Harry glared, "Are you going to eat or aren't you?" he hissed.
Snape chuckled softly, sitting down at the table, "Yessir, sorry sir." He joked.
Harry 'hmmphed', sitting down also, only having to get up a few moments later when someone knocked on the front door, "I'll get it." He walked through the living room quickly, opening the door. His eyes widened.
It was the young man from the arts and crafts store. He glared at Harry suspiciously, "Who're you?" he asked.
Harry stuck out his hand, "Harry. Harry Potter."
The man pushed past him, looking around, "Where's Severus?" he asked, his tone icy, "Severus!" he shouted.
Said man appeared from the kitchen, a confused look on his face, "Allen? What are you doing here?"
Allen stalked up to him, glaring ferociously, "What the hell am I doing here?! What the hell is he," he pointed at Harry, "doing here?!"
Harry flinched slightly from the animosity Allen was showing.
"Are you sleeping with him?!" Allen accused.
Harry eyes widened and he nearly gagged. Snape looked ready to strangle the man for even suggesting it, "He's my patient, Allen. There is nothing going on between us," he stated coldly.
Allen quieted down instantly, smiling pleasantly, "Oh, alright then." He turned and faced Harry, an evil glint in his eyes, "Sorry, I guess I over-reacted." His eyes didn't look sorry at all. They held a blatant threat. Harry recognized it instantly and glared in return, "It's alright. No harm done." He murmured.
Allen turned to face Severus again, wrapping his arms around his waist, "I just came by to wish you good luck on your meeting today." He stood up on his toes and kissed him briefly on the lips before pulling away. He glanced quickly over to Harry before reaching up and tugging on Severus's hair, pulling him down again for a more passionate and longer kiss.
Harry looked away, a deep rage in his eyes. He understood the man's anger towards him before, but this was pushing it! Harry hadn't even said nor done anything to even hint at liking Snape and yet this man hated and despised him already!
The couple broke apart a few minutes later. Snape wrapping his arms around Allen's petite waist, "Thanks, although you really didn't need to come all the way out here just for this." He murmured.
Allen chuckled and hugged him possessively, glancing once again in Harry's direction, "It's what lovers are for, right?" he asked.
Snape nodded before pulling away, "Are you going to stay for a while?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
Allen shook his head, "Nah, can't Sevvy. I would like to but unfortunately I have to got visit the parents. They'll be expecting me in another hour or so, so I should be on my way." He kissed Severus on the cheek before walking over to Harry, extending his hand.
Harry shook his hand, Allen squeezing way too hard for comfort, " Well, was nice to meet you, Harry. Maybe we'll see each other around some time?" He squeezed harder.
Harry couldn't hold back a wince, "Yeah, maybe."
Allen let go, Harry flexing his fingers. He grinned at that, "Well, bye Sevvy! I'll call you tonight to see how things go, okay?" He waited for an agreement before leaving the apartment.
Harry glared at the door before returning to the kitchen, his appetite gone. He pitched the sandwich in the trash, going over to the sink to wash the dishes.
Harry heard Snape return into the kitchen. He opted to ignore him and continue cleaning the dishes. Snape, unfortunately, had other ideas, "Harry? Are you alright?" he asked.
Harry 'hmm'ed a response, scrubbing the dish he was cleaning with more force than necessary. He didn't know why he was so mad. Snape wasn't his so he shouldn't have become so worked up over recent events, but he had, and he wanted to strangle Snape for it, even if it wasn't his fault.
A hand reached down, pulling the sponge and plate from his grasp, and effectively moved him out of the way. Snape set the dishes down, turning to face Harry, "Now, tell me what's wrong."
Harry glanced over at him, sighing at the look of pure concern radiating from his eyes, "Nothing's wrong, Snape. Don't worry about it." He mumbled.
Snape's brows furrowed, "Is it what Allen said about us sleeping together?"
Harry looked at him abhorred, "No! Dear gods, no." he answered quickly, internally laughing at how dense the psychiatrist really was. He shook his head, smiling, "He doesn't like me, is all."
Snape tilted his head to the side, a disbelieving look on his face, "Are you sure about that? He seemed to like you a lot."
Harry laughed humorlessly, waving his hand dismissively, "I'm sure, Snape. He nearly broke my fingers because he liked me so much."
Snape frowned but shrugged it off, "Well, I'm going to go finish getting ready so do as you please till your godfathers get here." He left.
Harry watched his retreat calmly, frowning when he felt the urge to draw. He picked up his drawing pad and pens, making his way into the living room and settling himself down in the middle of the couch.
Harry opened the pad, flipping past the picture of Snape to a fresh page. He didn't know what he was going to draw so he just let his hand move lazily across the page, giving his body full control. Harry watched as the outline of a face appeared on the paper. He felt rage surge through his body and started drawing stiffly, all the marks sharp and quick.
Harry groaned when he realized that he was drawing Allen's sneering face when he had looked over at him to "apologize". He wanted to stop. He didn't want to see that face every time he drew, but his body wouldn't let him. It wanted it on paper and no matter how much his mind wanted to stop, his heart always out-powered him.
He finished the lined sketch when Snape returned, turning so that his back hid the picture from view. Harry didn't know why, but he didn't want the older man to see it. Something told him that he shouldn't.
Snape sat in an armchair across from him, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "Have you heard from Remus and the mutt yet?"
Harry didn't even look up from his drawing, "No." His hand moved faster across the paper.
Snape sighed, "I have to leave in a couple minutes if I am to make it to the meeting on time. Can I trust you not to vandalize anything and lock up before you go?" his tone was serious.
Harry looked up over at him, "Yeah, sure. I'm only going to be drawing." He held up the pad to emphasize his point.
Snape nodded, "There is a key under the doormat next door. You can use that to lock up."
Harry frowned, "Why would you put your key under someone else's mat?"
Snape smirked, "It's so that if anyone finds it they won't think that it's mine. How else do you think I can hide a spare key without someone realizing it was mine?" he questioned matter-of-factly. He got up slowly when he got no response, "Well, I have to go. Tell Remus to call me when he gets a chance." He donned a black leather jacket from the coat rack beside the door and exited the apartment.
Harry paused in his drawing and looked around, slightly irked at the eerie silence that seemed to overtake the place as soon as the man left. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and continued with his sketch.
Harry didn't know how much time had past before he heard a resounding knock at the front door, getting up to answer it. Once again, it was someone Harry didn't know, an older man this time. He seemed professional, with a straight black suit and shades on, but also, dangerous at the same time.
The man nodded his head in greeting, "Good morning sir, is Mr. Snape in?"
Harry shook his head, his uneasiness rising, "N-No. He's out at the moment."
The man frowned at this, "Out? Do you know where to perhaps?"
Harry paused a second before shaking his head. He didn't trust this man with that kind of information, "No, he said that he had some running to do. He wasn't specific." Harry murmured.
The man stepped forward, "Well, I'll wait for him here then." Harry blocked his way,
"Sorry, he said no guests, plus I'm just about to leave so I wouldn't feel right leaving you here alone." Harry protested.
The man was quiet for a moment before speaking again, "Fine, then. Tell him I'll be back tomorrow so we can talk. Oh, and tell him that I'll keep coming back until we do."
Harry glared, "Was that a threat?" he hissed.
The man grinned, "No. It's a promise."
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Harry was quiet in the backseat of his godfather's car. He was thinking about what that man had said before about talking with the older man. Harry was worried that he would try and do something to the dark-haired psychiatrist. Snape was a twig compared to that guy! He frowned, what was Snape doing with people like that anyways?
Remus jarred him from his thoughts, "Are you alright, Harry? You're too quiet." He spared a glance at the young man through his rear-view mirror, "Did something happen while you were at Severus's place?" he inquired.
Harry looked up, smiling reassuringly, "No,nothing happened Remus. Don't worry."
Sirius turned around in his seat, "Yeah, if he did do something he knows I would kick his ass." Sirius said triumphantly.
Harry frowned, "I'm just worried for him, that's all."
Remus and Sirius both smiled at him and laughed, "Don't worry, Harry. Severus can take care of himself." Remus reassured.
Sirius agreed, albeit very quietly and with less enthusiasm, "Yeah, that git can take care of himself. Don't worry about a guy like him."
Harry nodded, not reassured in the least, "I hope your right."
I really, truly, do.
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Snape tensed instantly when he re-entered his apartment, sensing that something wasn't right. He set the bags of groceries he was carrying down quietly next to the doorway, pulling out a small pocket knife from inside his pocket. Snape drew the blade, walking stealthily around his living room and into the kitchen, looking around for anything out of place. He tensed when he felt a blade press against the sensitive skin of his neck,
"Welcome back, Severus." A voice hissed in his ear.
All Snape could remember after that was a bone shattering pain in the back of his head.
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TBC
Author's Note:
Oooh!! What's going to happen to poor Sev now?
Also, we finally meet Severus's boyfriend and he's a complete ass! I don't even like him and I created him! Sheesh...Well, I was going to have Draco be the boyfriend but I decided against it since there is another important role he can play in my story. Heh. I hope that everything flowed correctly... Review please! I really love reviews! I'm addicted I tell you.Don't you want to make me happy? Lol.
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