Title:
The boy that forgot to die

Author:
evil minded

Date:
November, 28th 2011

Timeframe:
Second year at Hogwarts

Summary:
AU / Harry Potter comes back for his second year at Hogwarts, but something is not the way it should be, and Severus Snape seems the only one able to help the boy that forgot to die … will he manage to really help the Gryffindor before it is too late?

Disclaimer:
I don't really care about Lockhart, Quirrel or Umbridge, nor about most of the other characters in HP … I, however, would like to own one particular Severus Snape – regrettably I do not, Rowling does … but well – I'm borrowing him for a while … just to torture him a bit … I am evil minded after all …

Rating:
M – Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16

Author's Notes:
Uhm … alright … I have to admit … English is not my language by birth … so … please do not kill me while reading … neither for the – perhaps – sad language, nor for the subject of my writing …
Also, this is a story written for NaNo, a story written within thirty days only and even though I go over the chapters before uploading them – I do apologize if it might not have the same quality at one point or another than those stories of mine you are used to by now … thank you …

Warning:
Story contains bad language and swearing.
Don't ever use such, it's neither good manners nor proper use of language and never mind how 'cool' it might sound, it surely isn't a sign of intelligence. It won't get you anywhere and people will think less of you if you are unable articulating properly.
Story contains references to child neglect.
Child neglect is a really, really serious thing, and there are a lot of children in our world that are neglected, children that lack food, clothing, often love, and perhaps even a roof over their head – and closing our eyes, and pretending it does not exist – is no solution …
Story contains references to child abuse.
Child abuse is one of the most evil things, and there are a lot of children in our world that really would need help but have to live without hope – and again, closing our eyes and pretending it does not exist – is no solution … instead show sympathy, and understanding … and handle people, children as well as adults, which are showing any signs – whichever – of once having been abused … with understanding and with help …
What does not mean I am not as evil as I pretend to be … ^.~ … believe me – I am …

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Previously in "The boy that forgot to die"
His son took the vial, but then, and after another moment of looking up at him in hesitation – the small ghost form turned on the bed so that he was sitting with his back towards him and then he leaned back, giving him, Severus, no other chance than quickly holding him, or the child would have fallen off the bed.
And he did, holding the form while the child eyed the vial and then emptied it in one go and with a soft "so be it then".
Half a minute later the small form in his arms slumped down, frightened green eyes closing and then the body of the child he was holding went limp and completely still, causing him to hold his breath while he lifted trembling fingers to a pale and thin neck to feel for a pulse.

The boy that forgot to die
Chapter twenty-eight
When hope awakes –
Or – desperation goes to bed

Half a minute later the small form in his arms slumped down, frightened green eyes closing and then the ghostlike body of the child he was holding went limp and completely still, causing him to hold his breath while he lifted trembling fingers to a pale and thin neck to feel for a pulse, taking a deep and nearly sobbing breath himself when he found one that was steady, steadier and stronger than it had been during the past few days even.

Gathering the small ghost form into his arms he went over to the bed of the boy's body and laid him there while for a moment he was only able to watch the small chest of the solid form rising and falling regularly and calmly before he extended his hand to search for a pulse again, again taking a deep breath to calm his overstrained nerves when he found one that seemed to be steady and stronger than it had been for weeks and then he summoned a vial with a pain reliever, knowing that finally the boy's body could heal completely.

Of course, they had healed the boy's body, but as he was in a constant battle between life and death, they hadn't been able to heal him completely, hadn't been able to take all the horrors away, the pain, the fear, they only had been able to heal the small body to some degrees, not his mind and not all that was there to heal. But now – now he would heal, and now he would survive, and he would be an independent person, like his ghost.

In later years to come the Potions Master wasn't able to tell how he had survived this particular night, sitting in a comfortable armchair beside the bed both boy's lay in, the one that was a ghost still and the one that was a physical child, both children called Harry and both children being the same age, even looking the same.

He had gotten twins.

He had leaned over to them at every slight movement one of them had done, holding his breath and reaching over to touch them, to lay a calming hand on a shoulder or a forehead or to search for a pulse, and he'd barely had a moment during which his own heartbeat was not racing like mad. They had done it and so far – both children had survived! Harry the body was resting and recovering and Harry the ghost was sleeping and snuggling against his physical form.

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However – it was the boy's ghost form that woke first and honestly – he didn't wonder about that, really, the boy blinking sleep away for a few moments and then sitting up – before looking over at him and then paling.

"How do you feel, Harry?" He asked, leaning over and placing his hand at the child's forehead, his eyes narrowed and ignoring the slight flinch the ghost form gave away – still.

"'M fine." The boy murmured, eyeing him warily and he huffed.

"I do know your kind of – 'being fine', Mr. Snape, so would you enlighten me as to how exactly you are feeling?" He then growled, trying to sound annoyed to hide his nervousness.

"Fine." The boy repeated, looking as though he didn't know what to do, what he wanted from him. "It worked, didn't it?" The child then asked, looking at him with large green eyes.

"You wouldn't be here right now and annoyingly claiming to – 'feel fine' if it had not worked." He huffed again. "You do look fine to me but come here, child, I would like to have a closer look at you, and I do know that a diagnostic charm won't work on you the way it is expected to."

The boy cast a quick and scared look at his physical form before he did as he was told and slowly scooted over on his knees.

"You're not angry at me?" Came the soft question and he lifted his eyebrow.

"No, I am not angry at you." He then said, his voice gentler and his eyes becoming warmer, unable to keep up his – unaffected mask and taking a hold on the boy's ankles he pulled him closer until he was sitting in front of him the way he wanted him to and then he reached out and placed his hand at the boy's forehead before he cast a quick charm. "I already have told you so last night. I am not angry at you. You still have 71 f, I take it that this is acceptable for your current form. Hold still!" He said when the child wiggled upon him running his fingers along the child's chest, stomach and sides. "You seem alright. Do you feel any pain?"

"I disappointed you though." The boy said while shaking his head.

"No, you did not." He quietly replied. "As I actually expected this outcome, or I would not have brewed those potions to begin with – I only was worried for you. I was afraid that you might have been hurt in the process or that I might have been forced to hurt you one way or another. No one knew what might have happened with those potions, and – Merlin! Anything could have happened. I could have hurt you. Worse than that, I feared you might die."

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"You … you actually were scared for me?" The boy echoed, green eyes going wide with shock while they filled with unshed tears, and he wondered why the boy was so confused over this little fact. Had he not told the child more than once that he cared and that he feared the risks of using that potion to keep him alive? Had he not over and over again – sighing he knew that, yes, he had shown the boy and he had told him, but he also had seen all the horrors this child had been through at the hands of adults, and most likely the child would never believe him, no matter how much he reassured him, he would have to live with that.

"Of course, brat." He growled darkly while turning the boy's head and having a closer look at the eyes and near-translucent skin. "I do not reassure you over and over again that I indeed do care just to listen to my own voice like your blasted blood drinking and emotional fool of a godfather that is a mixture of Slytherin-pride, Gryffindor stupidity and Hufflepuff-emotions."

"I heard that!" Lucius' voice shouted from the other side of the door, causing Harry to look up startled and he groaned in frustration.

"Good!" He called back. "And now stop eavesdropping as this is a private conversation."

"You could call me in, Severus." Lucius called. "Then I'd be included into the privacy of the conversation. I'm the boy's godfather after all."

"You only will lavish him and tell him foolish nonsense and heart-wrenching stories." He growled at the door. "You will stay where you are until I am finished with him!"

They could hear Lucius snorting and Severus glowered at the door before simply casting a silencing spell over the room, knowing fully well that Lucius Malfoy wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon.

"Harry, have you thought about what would happen to everyone who cares about you if you died?" He then asked, giving his attention back to the boy on the bed. "To Granger, the Weasleys – and I do not speak of Ronald Weasley, to Longbottom, Draco, Theodore and to me?"

"I just wanted to stop hurting." The boy whispered, lowering his head and looking more ashamed than ever.

"I know, Harry." He said, pulling the child's head close against his chest and running his fingers through the black hair on the back of the boy's head. "I know, and that is alright. There is nothing wrong with that, child. You had any right to want that."

"I just couldn't take the pain anymore." The boy said, whispered in a choked sob. "And then – no one ever wanted me for who I was, and then you wanted me, you of all people and you wanted me, and you actually wanted me and even if I was a ghost and I feared that you wouldn't if I weren't a ghost anymore and then I wouldn't … and now I don't even know who I am anymore and … how can anyone want me now if I don't even know who …?"

Snape didn't reply to that, he just kept his arms around Harry and watched him for a long time while the child cried in his arms.

Tears started to fall rapidly from Harry's eyes and before Severus knew it, he found his arms suddenly full of a sobbing twelve year-old boy ghost clinging to him, like so often lately and taking a deep breath he held Harry, comforting him as best as he could while at the same time relaxing for the first time in several long days. Harry was alive and, no matter what happened now, safe and that was all that mattered at that moment.

And honestly, he wasn't really surprised at the child's uncontrollable sobs, the boy had been through enough and like he'd told the copy of the boy ghost – he simply had reached his limits.

Harry sobbed into his guardian's chest for a long time, comforted by the strong arms that were tightly wrapped around his slender body, unable to hold back the tears for any longer as everything seemed to break forth suddenly.

The Dursleys always had got mad at him when he'd cried, and they'd always locked him in a cupboard, but Snape didn't do that. Snape did exactly what a parent was supposed to do when their child cried, he comforted him. He held him. At least he thought that this was what was normal.

Harry swallowed before pulling away from his guardian with a whispered "sorry" before he wiped his face on the sleeve of his pyjama top, something that made Severus Snape grimace before holding out a handkerchief which the child took, continuing to wipe his face.

"There is no need for you to apologize for crying, Harry." He finally said, softly, while he placed his chin atop the boy's black hair. "Everyone needs to cry sometimes, and it definitely is all right to cry sometimes."

"Even you?" The boy dared to ask while resting his head on his guardian's chest, the boy holding his breath after he had asked this particular question.

"Even I." He answered after a moment. "I have done so last night while watching over the both of you."

Harry took a deep content sigh and for a long moment he stayed in the comfort of his father's arms, most likely the only thing he was doing, enjoying being held.

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Not so easy had been the waking of the Harry that was a physical form.

He didn't know if it had been because of his, Snape's presence, of Poppy's presence, or of Lucius' presence, he didn't know if perhaps it was because of his ghost form being there or if perhaps it was just – or if he had just felt the presence of a ghost within him that didn't belong there.

Flashback

The panicked look in the green eyes of the boy was a tell-tale sign enough for him to know that – something didn't go as well with the boy wakening as it had with Harry the ghost waking earlier and he already summoned a calming draught while Poppy went closer to cast a diagnostic and Lucius to lay a calming hand onto the boy's shoulder, the blond aristocrat – and the emotional fool as he was – eager to calm his twin-godson, or godson-twin. Well, Lucius Malfoy always had been a soppy person that loved dramatic scenes.

A moment later however the boy had pulled his shoulder away from the man violently, a move he could have predicted to the blond, and had knocked the vial out of his, Snape's hand in the process.

Poppy at the same time didn't wait long for any instructions but got one of the calming draughts she had brought earlier when having a closer look on Harry the ghost and she uncorked the vial without a fuss, but well – she wasn't any more successful than had been any of the male persons present in the room. Because she was just about to hand the potion over to Harry with a stern "none of this now, Mr. Snape" when the window in the child's room started rattling and then shattered, together with the lamp, a glass of water that stood on the near table and the potions vial Poppy was holding in her hand, glass pieces swirling in slow motion through the room for a split second before they sped up and then landed on the floor and any other surface, gently like snow.

None of them knew what exactly had happened, except of Harry having done accidental magic just a moment ago, but they didn't even know which Harry it had been, only guessing that it had been the physical child as Harry the ghost didn't fear them anymore. They had their gazes fixed on the boy that still lay on his side in near shock when a large, bluish translucent bubble formed around him, slightly wavering just like the ghost form of this very child, and the Potions Master immediately knew – this bubble was meant to be a protective shield. At the same time, he watched the child's lips moving in a mantra of a soundless 'no … please no …' while small and thin arms were hugging around a just as thin stomach in a deathlike grip, the frail and delicate form rocking back and forth, just like the child's ghost form so often did, only that he did this in a laying position, unable to sit up yet and he cast a quick glance at the sofa where the ghost child was kneeling.

Harry the ghost, who – just like his real form in this bubble – was rocking back and forth, this form while kneeling on the sofa but with just as much terror written on his pale face, looked over at him, scared to death and silently asking him for help, and Snape knew that he didn't mean help for his ghost form but help for his physical form that clearly was scared out of his pants.

A moment later the door to the child's room burst open with a loud bang and everyone looked up, Snape already with a scowl on his face, about to curse the person who dared entering his quarters without being invited, already expecting Dumbledore in the doorway, but there was no one there, not a person, not an animal and there wasn't even wind that could have opened the door – nor a ghost.

But he knew what was the right thing to do right now, knew why the doors had opened as if by themselves, because it must have been Harry, either of the two Harrys who both were scared to death at the moment as it seemed.

"I suggest you leave, Lucius and Poppy." He softly said, trying to keep his voice even and calm. "I will handle the situation. Close the door please when you leave, and quietly so, please."

There only was a short "but -" from Lucius and a "surely –" from Poppy – but then both of them turned and left the child's room when he lifted his eyebrow at them both, closing the door behind them.

A moment later, even before the door handle was back in its horizontal position, the locks clicked and he knew – he had been correct, the child wanted him and Harry inside, his family, but not the other two who only would hover over him, poking him.

The last sets of potions vials, most likely a calming draught, a pain reliever and a sleeping solution which Poppy had been summoning just a moment before were hovering mid-air for a moment longer and then both vials were shattering on the floor.

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Severus Snape was momentarily rooted to the spot, calmly so, while he assessed the damage in the room.

All the glass items had shattered the moment Poppy had come close with the potions and various potions were now pooling on the wooden floor, mixing, and he only was glad that it were potions that were meant to being combined or the damage would have been even worse. The door was closed and locked but the windows were broken just as well as any other glass items, allowing in fresh air and for a moment he wondered why the castle had made the windows of his sons' rooms as realistic as they seemed to be – they were in the dungeons after all and surely no fresh air could come in through those windows.

The covers on both Harrys' beddings were jumbled, the fabrics that once had been clean bedspreads and pillows were shredded while feathers were softly falling to the floor like snow, still, and he slowly lifted his hand, waving it at the window to repair the broken glass, at the floor to vanish the mess and at the beddings to get them orderly again. A moment later the mess in the room was gone and it looked as comfortable and as inviting as it had before.

Harry himself was still laying on his side, slowly rocking back and forth on his bed – as did the ghost form on the sofa close by while kneeling, the physical form murmuring a faint "no, no, no, no, no …" in the absolute quiet of the room, except for the last 'no' which he actually shouted, while Harry the ghost was murmuring a soft "please …" over and over again and for a moment he actually felt panic rising in his chest – which child first to tend to? Which child first to calm? Which child first to …

"Hush now, it is alright, Harry." Severus tried to comfort both of the children, the one that was physical and the one that was a ghost, although he had absolutely no idea what was going on in their minds, nor whom he should pay attention to first, hoping that both would listen. "It will all work out."

"Won't. Never will." Harry whispered, the physical form, his voice shaky and plaintive and he sounded as if he was five instead of twelve, while at the same time the light around his body seemed to flicker when he raised his head timidly. "'M dead an' …"

Dead? Severus thought as he edged closer towards his son's form, careful not to make any sudden movements. How did he know? Had he seen his ghost? Had he felt like dying? How did he know how close to death he actually had been? How did he know that he had actually already had his foot stepping into the doorway?

"You are not dead, you silly child." He said and immediately wished he could take back his words as the boy flinched back from him with a small gasp, the bubble around his form becoming stronger than it had been before. "You are not dead." He then repeated, calmer. "Will you listen to me? Will you try and trust me?"

But there was no answer, except the boy continuing to rocking back and forth on the bed while Harry the ghost continued doing the same on the sofa.

"Harry." Severus said as he raised his hand to place it on the boy's shoulder. "You are very much alive, child, and it will work out, it will, I will make sure of that." He softly said, allowing his voice to drop deeper than it normally did. "I promise. I have never lied to you, Harry, and I won't now … I will make sure that everything will work out, one way or another. I have already adopted you, and I have already administered the required potions to you so that both – you and your ghost form would survive. You are alive, child, and anything else we will work out."

The boy ghost paled, looking up at him and he became more transparent than ever, he even flickered.

End flashback

His heart had stopped when his son that was the ghost had become more transparent than he ever had been before, and he had been so sure that he would lose the child now. He even had taken a step towards the ghost child and he actually had lifted his hand, his wish to grab the child becoming overpowering for a moment, but then he had stopped himself, knowing that not only would he be unable to actually grab the child if the boy didn't wish him to, but also knowing that – he would have to leave this decision to his son, because he, the mortal, he had no right to keep an immortal ghost that wished to go on, in life … because he, Snape, he would go, leaving behind a child for all eternity, alone. And so, it was the child's decision alone.

And so of course, he'd been afraid and worried like never ever before, he'd been scared even.

Well, no, he'd been just as afraid and worried – scared – the entire night.

Merlin, it had been the worst night of his life actually.

He'd been so very much afraid of losing one or both of the boys and suddenly he had realized just how much both of them had wormed their ways into his – well, not existent heart, even the one form that so far hadn't done anything as he'd been unconscious in some ways, laying in bed only, asleep, unable to worm anywhere.

But changing the boy's pyjamas, washing him, sitting with him, speaking to him, running his hand through his black mop of hair or over the pale face, feeding him with anything he could feed him with, mainly nutrient potions, watching him and worrying over him, well – it had –

he had gotten used to it, nothing else and surely nothing like affection or care had happened. He only had gotten used to those two idiot children living in his quarters and taking up his space and his time, being in the way and annoying him with stupid questions. So, of course, he now had worried all night long, it wasn't a pleasant experience after all, loosing something one was used to!

That at least had been what he had told himself, because what he had truly felt, it had been so much more and so very deeper, it had been startling, scary even, because he suddenly had realized that he couldn't live without those two, that they were his children, both of them, suddenly. From one day to the other he had become a father and from one day to the other he had gotten twins even.

And then, in the morning, when the physical Harry had woken, the ghost-form of Harry, he had wavered as if he were to vanish, as if he weren't sure that he was welcomed still, now that the physical body had back his own ghost, now that his physical self might survive and he hadn't been sure how welcomed him pulling the boy close would have been.

Of course, the child's form had wavered before, during the night, of course he had worried all night long, but not like this, at least in this particular moment he thought that it hadn't been like this, but the same he had thought during the night.

Flashback

He knew that he probably should go to bed and that he at least should try to sleep – but at the same time, he couldn't. How could he sleep now when his sons' future was so very unsure? How could he sleep now while he didn't know if maybe it would be the last night with his children? How could he sleep now while …

How could any parent survive eighteen years of watching their children getting ill or getting in any dangerous situations, having accidents, coming home with one injury or another? How could they survive worrying over them over and over and over again? How did they manage staying sane throughout all those years?

Because watching those two forms that were his sons right now, he wasn't sure if he would survive until the night was over even.

A small whimper from the physical Harry got him out of his thoughts and reaching his hand over to the child he hoped that the move would be welcomed.

Running his fingers through the child's black hair he noticed how very soft it was.

But he had noticed that earlier, hadn't he?

He had bathed the boy's body after he'd taken him from the Dursleys, where the boy had been forced to live in filth and stench, had washed his hair and after that he had noticed that it was – clean actually. Not the smelling and unhygienic body of a typical preteen that was too lazy to take regular showers, to regularly wash his hair or brush his teeth, feet stinking because they changed their socks only once a week, one of the reasons as to why he was so very strict when it came to his Slytherins and hygienic. He would not allow them to lack in this area.

But Harry was not like this, neither his ghost form nor his physical form.

He couldn't say much about the boy's physical form yet, but his ghost form so far had expressed an excessive cleanliness even that went up to taking a shower at least three times a day and he only could guess that the boy tried to make up for all those years at the Dursleys where he'd been allowed a shower once a week only, or sometimes even once a month only, where he'd been forced to pee into a bucket when he'd been locked in his cupboard for days and weeks, where he hadn't had enough clothes to change them regularly, where he hadn't even had any clean clothes to begin with.

Well, they both had wet their bed a few times throughout the past few weeks, since they were here, but first – Harry's physical form surely wasn't able to prevent anything like that, wasn't even aware of his body functions and second – it was only understandable, considering what the child, or children, had been through and he would have wondered if there were no problems arising at all, and third – it surely was not a problem as he immediately bathed the children and changed their pyjamas and the beddings.

The child's whimpers had become less and had stopped even while he had run his fingers through his son's hair and over the pale face, and so he thought that it was a gesture welcomed, if only unconsciously by the child, as long as he didn't know who stood behind the move. He knew well however, that the boy most likely would fight him tooth and nail the moment he woke, and he had to admit – he dreaded that moment.

He was Snape after all, Severus Snape, the boy's teacher who had been as unfair as humanly possible to him.

Casting a glance at the small ghost form he hoped that it would be as easy as had been the past few times he had woken, but he knew that most likely it wouldn't, because back then the child hadn't been really awake, half conscious only.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned back over to run his fingers through the child's hair again to calm him further before he leaned over to do the same with the ghost-form that he had laid beside the physical form last night. It's been easier that way, he had thought, to watch over them and he only could hope that they wouldn't mind them laying in a bed together. They were at an age after all at which they could mind, at which they were aware of their bodies.

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Well, Harry's ghost-form hadn't minded at all, neither that he lay in his physical form's bed nor that he, Snape, was there, either.

He didn't know if his physical form had minded really being in a bed together with his ghost-form or if he had minded his, Snape's presence only, most likely the second.

But well, the child had survived the night, and well, the child had been aware that morning.

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Flashback

"Harry." Severus said as he raised his hand to place it on the boy's shoulder. " You are very much alive, child, and it will work out, it will, I will make sure of that." He softly said, allowing his voice to drop deeper than it normally did. " I promise. I have never lied to you, Harry, and I won't now … I will make sure that everything will work out, one way or another. I have already adopted you, and I have already administered the required potions to you so that both – you and your ghost form would survive. You are alive, child, and anything else we will work out."

The boy ghost paled, looking up at him and he became more transparent, he even flickered.

"Don' believe you, sir." Harry the physical form softly said while he raised his head slightly until only his green eyes shone behind his black fringes and Severus wondered which part of the statement he was referring to. "You hate me." The boy then added.

Ah, that it was.

Beside him the ghost form of Harry wavered again and he waved the ghost boy over to them, not demanding him to come closer but inviting him, only wanting to show him that – he was welcomed, he wanted him and he would care for him, because the boy was looking at him unsurely and he knew – the ghost child was about to vanish, not sure if he wanted to keep him now, now that he had a physical child that was his son and that needed his attention and his care.

"I do not, Harry." He said sincerely, simply pulling the ghost form into his arms when he shyly started to scoot over on his knees, slowly, unsurely if he really was wanted, he just grabbed the boy's knees and pulled him closer until he could grab his shoulders and pull him on his lap hoping fervently that Harry would understand, that both Harries would understand. "I do not hate you, Harry, and I will not abandon you either, Harry." He then added towards the child he held in his lap, realizing that he would need a solution to the children's names, and soon as he couldn't call both boys by the same name.

"You do not?" The boy ghost asked in a voice that sounded like a little child that required constant reassurance while the other Harry stared at him wide-eyed before he looked the same at his ghost form sitting on his lap and it was clear – the boy wanted that too, even if he tried to hide that wish.

The bodily form of his son still looked at them, his eyes never leaving them, him and his ghost form he held in his lap, but he clearly didn't believe him, clearly didn't trust him and it really wasn't a surprise. He knew – would he now make a move to pull this boy close too, it would be the wrong thing to do, then he would have a child at his hands that fought him up to the hilt, he would have to take a different approach.

"I promise you." Severus intoned, his gaze steadily at Harry's green eyes, while he waved this boy over as well. Maybe he couldn't pull him close, but he could invite him.

End flashback

Of course, he had known that the boy wouldn't be able moving, coming over by himself, but he was sitting close after all and the moment the child would have been about to move, he easily could have pulled him close too. But there had not been any movement.

Neither had there been a question about why he couldn't move his legs, a fact that had him worried a bit, because it not only showed that Harry had known about his back being hurt already before he had taken him from the Dursleys – what made him wonder how long it had been the child had been laying there with his hurt back – but it also showed that he simply accepted, whatever fate threw his way, he simply accepted it.

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To be continued

Next time in "The boy that forgot to die"
Interlude two – to anyone who cares

Added author's note:
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