Summary: Harry is rescued.
Character(s): Harry Potter, Severus Snape, (minor) Amycus Carrow
Relationship(s): Harry & Severus (nature and establishment up to interpretation)
Setting: implied later Hogwarts years
Warnings/Tags: torture, blood, injury, trauma, dark, angst, mentioned male nudity
You Found Me
Harry screamed as Amycus' wand dragged slowly all across his torso, leaving behind a deep and bloody gash in its wake. He pulled against the chains holding him to the ceiling, snarling at Amycus' smirking face. A Cruciatus ripped through his body, dragging another sobbing scream from him. Amycus' wand was millimeters from touching him again when muffled noises travelled through the stone down to them. Amycus' face twisted in confusion and Harry's would have had he not been absolutely exhausted and in complete agony. He couldn't help the whimper as the wand stabbed viciously into his throat.
"Keep quiet," Amycus hissed.
Harry did so, desperate for the relief he had received through whatever was happening outside his torture chamber. He let his eyes close, ignoring the danger of doing such a thing, only for them to fly open when he recognized a voice. Even muffled and doing nothing more than uttering curses or growling, he would know that voice anywhere. His eyes flicked to Amycus who was staring at the still closed door and, as quietly as possible, moved his hands up so he was grasping the chains holding him. He gripped tightly, pulled himself up with all the strength he had left, and threw his legs out, kicking Amycus directly in the chest and sending him across the cell to slam into a wall. He crumpled to the floor, conscious but clearly dazed.
"I'm here!" Harry cried through a hoarse voice, praying he'd be heard and there weren't Silencing Charms on the chamber. "Here!"
In seconds, the door flew open, slamming against the stone behind it so hard it fell off its top hinge. Harry sagged in relief and nearly sobbed at the sight of Severus. The man took in the room before crossing to Harry, tapping the shackles with his wand to release Harry who just fell into his arms. Severus carefully lowered them to the floor, swinging his cloak off and over Harry's naked and bloodied body. Harry melted against the man's chest, letting the tears pour from his eyes as he shook, fisting Severus' shirt in one hand.
"You found me," he whispered.
"Always," Severus whispered back, holding him as tightly as he dared.
Harry just let himself cry in pain, in shock, and in happiness as one arm wrapped around his back and the other came up to push back his hair and then hold his head to the warm chest, a gentle kiss being dropped on his forehead.
Fin