Title: Lions and Lambs

Pairings: Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Rating: T

Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling and had spent years writing 7 books (that are awesome) that soon became one of the most popular series in the world, do you think I would be writing on an Internet website? NO! So we all can safely assume that I don't own anything but the plot.

Warnings: This chapter has some swear words in it. Nothing super horrible. Review or PM me about any mistakes. This has not been beta'd!

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Chapter 5

Breakdown

Harry immediately let go of Snape's arm and the Potion's Master quickly grabbed a potion from his store's and sprinted back to the main room. Harry stood frozen for a moment thinking, 'Mya is dying….right now!' but he too sprang into action and made his way to the room Mya was in. there, he saw Snape practically shoving a potion down her throat. Immediately, Mya went limp as Harry and Snape both stood frozen.

Waiting.

Hoping.

As soon as it was obvious that Mya wasn't about to start suffocating again, Snape turned sharply towards Harry and pointed an accusatory finger at the Boy-Who-Lived, "Why didn't you tell me she had Veela blood in her. Veela's are allergic to newt eyes which were needed in that potion."

Harry sputtered and stuttered for a moment but finally found his voice, "I-I-I didn't know sh-she was a-a-a Veela! It never showed anything in her m-medical records."

Snape made an exasperated noise, "Of course it wouldn't! Besides, she has barely any Veela blood; I'd say her 7 or 8 times' great grandmother was a Veela. But it was enough to cause the reaction." With that Snape walked out of the room, leaving Harry to stare guiltily after him.

Severus's POV

The two weeks after Mya had been healed had been horrible for everyone in the Potion's Master's chambers, except for Mya herself, maybe. Potter had never left the girl's side while she was unconscious but, when she woke, he had seemed to close himself off. Potter had stopped eating almost all together, Severus suspected he never slept because the dark circles under his wonderful green eyes, and Potter barely ever talked, even to his daughter.

Eventually, Mya had realized her dad just wanted to be left alone sometimes, and she had started drifting towards Severus. He would never admit it, but the little girl was growing on him. At first, her constant questions had annoyed Severus to the point where he had locked himself in his own room to escape the little pest, but after a couple days, Severus found the questions to be a good opportunity to teach the eager girl and he found himself a lot more at peace.

Now, Severus was getting annoyed at her father. If that imbecil spent one more day staring blankly at the wall, Severus was going to punch him.

Severus's thoughts continued in that way until he found himself in the living room. He froze at the scene in front of him. Potter was, as usual, sitting and staring, but this time Mya was standing in front of him. The small, heartbroken voice coming from her provoked a new emotion in Severus. "But Daddy, you haven't played tea party with me in forever. I miss playing with you, Daddy"

To Severus's surprise, Potter turned his head towards his daughter slightly, "Not now, Mya," he said tiredly, "Maybe some other time."

"You said that last time, Daddy. I just want to play with you for a little bit. Please, Daddy?" Severus could see the desperation in Mya's face. She didn't want to be abandoned, even in something as small as a tea party.

"I said no, Mya." Potter snapped. The girl lowered her head, but not before Severus saw tears start down her cheeks. Anger welled up in Severus's chest as he waited for Mya to exit before he confronted her father.

Finally, after Mya's door had closed, Severus walked up to Potter and slapped him in the face. The effect was instant. Potter sprang up with a furious expression on his face. "What the hell was that, Snape?" he yelled.

"You, Potter, need to wake up. You are hear all day and do nothing but sit on your sorry ass and wallow in self-pity over who knows what! You are just like your imbecil father; you're too arrogant for your own kid! You think your life is so horrible. Well, newsflash, Potter life is horrible sometimes and – "

"Shut up!" Harry cut him off, "I already know how horrible life can be so you have no right to tell me what I can and can't do! You are just a greasy bastard, and you don't know anything! It's all my fault! All of it, I know alright? I couldn't defeat Voldemort soon enough, so all those wizards, witches, and Muggles died and were tortured because of me! I was the one who got Sirius killed! And he was so close for those two years. I had a father for two years and I didn't even know it and then I went and got him killed! I've gotten two fathers killed! James and Sirius. Then I finally thought I would have someone that I could help, Mya! Then I didn't even know she had Veela blood and it almost got her killed as well! Everyone around me gets hurt or killed. Mum, James, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Remus, Tonks, Bill, George, Fred, Cedric, Colin, Dumbledore, you, and now Mya! I know it all already! I don't need you to tell me, so if that's the reason you came in here you can just get the hell out."

At this point, Harry collapsed into sobs, his anger completely gone. Severus stood in his place, shocked as he looked upon the Savior of the Wizarding World breaking down.

As Severus though about what Harry had said, the man's behavior began to make a little more sense. It was all guilt. Harry was guilty over everything that happened, even the things he had no control over, it sounded like. One thing didn't make sense to Severus though. Harry had said that Black was father, not Potter. 'It must have been a mistake. Harry was so out of it he just mixed up some names' Severus decided, pushing any other possibilities out of his mind.

With that aside, Severus had to decide what to do about the sobbing Savior on his floor. He could either comfort him or he could run while he had the chance. The latter did have a certain appeal to it, but something told Severus that it would be better for everyone if he did the one thing he had never done before, comfort someone to make them feel better.

Never the less, Severus slowly lowered himself down to his knees and cautiously put his arms around the shaking person in front of him. Immediately, he felt two arms wrap around him and fist the back of his usual black robes. Encouraged, Severus pulled Harry up to his feet and led him over to the couch where they both sat down.

Severus held Harry until he was out of tears. They finally let go of each other and Severus had to repress a sigh of disappointment at the lack of warmth at his side after Harry stood up. The Savior all but ran to his room with a mumbled 'Thanks'. Slowly, Severus also stood and made his way to his bed.

The last thing Severus realized before he drifted off was that he had been thinking of Potter as Harry since the break down had begun.

AN: You know the drill! More review equals faster updates! Thanks! I love all of you! Oh and I think I forgot to mention it but the orphanage was a magical one, so yes Mya is magical, or a Squib. You'll just have to find out ;)