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sua_layAuthor: Rimau Sua Lay
Rating: overall NC-17, Angst, Drama, Action/Adventure, First Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry/Snape, Ron/Draco, (Sirius/Remus)
Date: December 2002 - ?
Disclaimers: Not mine, borrowed without permission, am not making any money. Please don't sue. Sherbet Lemon?
Summary for Book Four: -Before you can go forward, you must face your past. Sins of the father may bury the son. Harry will find out if a dog really is the man's best friend.
Warning: This part contains deaths, gore, mention of het rape, explicit sex between men, disturbing themes, angst and a partridge in a pear tree.
The earlier parts of the fic can be found here.
People were all talking at the same time.
"We need Poppy here! Someone call Poppy! She needs to come here immediately!" Eyes a bit wild, Sprout fussed with the torn edges of Harry's robe, careful not to touch the scraped skin on his arm.
McGonagall sounded icy as she said, "I want to know who did this, Mr. Potter!"
"It will be all right!" The way Flitwick's hands shook contradicted his words. "Everything will be all right. There now. It will be all right."
Harry stood up slowly. "Everybody, please stop talking." His words came out quietly and they were ignored. Taking in a deep breath, he yelled, "Shut up, people!"
All sound stopped immediately.
Gazing around the room, Harry said softly, "Sorry about that. But I need everyone to be quiet now." He turned his attention to Dumbledore who was offering Draco a sherbet lemon. "Albus. I think we should take Draco to see Madam Pomfrey." He hadn't missed the way the Slytherin had held his side after colliding against the wall just outside the Leaky Cauldron.
"Of course." Grabbing a firm hold on Draco's arm, Dumbledore started to guide him out the door. "Come on then, Mr. Malfoy. Poppy will make you feel better in a minute." He sounded as cheery as ever.
Harry ignored the pleading glance Draco was throwing at him, knowing that he would definitely hear about this later.
"You should go to see Poppy as well." Gaze full of worry, McGonagall stepped closer to Harry, her hand hovering close to his shoulder before lowering again.
"I..." Wondering how to explain it wasn't necessary, Harry looked at her, amazed at how close she was standing. He couldn't really snap at her, even though all the fussing was just making his head spin.
The way the door slammed open at the other end of the room made all the former headmasters jolt awake. They babbled in confusion, staring from their paintings as Snape walked into Dumbledore's offices. It was a familiar sight to most of them, but usually when the Potions master appeared here looking like that, there weren't this many people around.
"Potter." Eyes burning, Snape stared at Harry. "I see you managed to get in trouble again."
Harry couldn't stop the relieved smile from spreading to his lips. "Business as usual." He was still feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins, almost light headed.
"Where is Mr. Malfoy?" It was quite obvious that the boy wasn't here. Snape hoped he wasn't dead. It would be such a terrible waste.
"Albus took him to see Poppy." Replying before Harry could say anything, McGonagall took a step closer to Snape. "I believe Mr. Potter should join them as soon as possible."
"No." Harry was not going to spend the night in the infirmary! He'd had enough injuries while chasing after the Snitch to know when his wounds would need the mediwitch's care. He was battered and bruised and could feel blood oozing down his left leg, but he didn't need real medical attention. A good night's sleep and a potion or two and he'd be as good as new.
He hated the infirmary. After spending weeks there almost every term, he'd sworn he would never go there again unless he was dying. This wasn't serious enough.
Snape stared at him, his expression unreadable. "What happened to you, Potter?" He had only heard that the two young men had returned all dishevelled.
"We met with some old friends." Harry sighed. "Pansy Parkinson, Greg Goyle and..." He never could remember Crabbe's first name. "Crabbe. They didn't seem to like the fact that I was with Draco, so they tried to kill us. We would have been all right if they hadn't tripped us down a few stairs near the Cauldron."
What a calm way to describe the frantic run across Diagon Alley. Harry's mind was still reeling too much from the fight to really concentrate on any of the details. They would come later, when he gave an official report to the Order, and even later still, when he was lying in bed, battling insomnia.
Now he just wanted to forget all about what had happened and sleep for hours.
"I see," Snape said. He didn't need more explanations, knowing perfectly well that all three Slytherins were capable of casting deadly curses at anyone, Parkinson even having the wits to actually aim before shrieking out the words. He didn't care what had happened to his former students. All he needed to know was that Harry and young Malfoy were all right.
"Good." Harry was starting to feel the adrenaline wear off. Sighing, he looked at McGonagall. "Please send an owl to my house. I would suggest you just say that both Malfoy and I are going to stay here for the night. You know how Sirius will worry."
McGonagall opened her mouth as if to protest, but then she simply nodded. She knew Sirius Black all too well and had to agree with Harry on how to treat him. However, she didn't agree on whatever plan Harry had for the night. He needed medical treatment.
Turning his gaze to Snape, Harry hesitated for a moment.
All the professors had to know that he'd spent days in Snape's rooms before moving to the house in Hogsmeade. They had done nothing to really hide the fact. This was different. "Snape..."
"I do believe you could use some relaxing potions." Cataloguing the visible injuries, Snape was already confident he had everything he would need to treat the idiot. "You'd better come with me."
A relieved smile spread to Harry's lips. "Yes. Thank you."
The professors stared as Harry hobbled towards the door. McGonagall pursed her lips together as she saw him stumble a little, ignoring the shocked murmurs as Snape grabbed Harry's arm to steady him.
She couldn't really show her amusement, knowing how prickly Severus could get. Her colleagues would definitely be shocked if they knew she was certain Severus would indeed take good care of Harry.
Once again, the journey down from Dumbledore's offices to the dungeons was made in a haze. Harry let Snape guide him, suddenly feeling too tired to make it on his own. He would have probably stumbled down the stairs without Snape's firm grip on his arm.
The silence in the dungeons was a bliss after the very loud cacophony of voices. Walking slowly down the hallway Harry could only hear their footsteps. At least this way his pounding headache couldn't get any worse.
It seemed that Snape understood the importance of peace and quiet as well. He didn't say anything as he reached out and opened the door, allowing Harry to step in first.
Harry didn't waste any time, groaning as he pulled off his outer robes before he was even inside Snape's rooms. His entire body ached, but the pain was really bad in his back. Wobbling towards the couch, he hoped Snape wouldn't take one look at him and decide to send him to Madam Pomfrey's after all. He really didn't need all the fuss now.
All he needed was a long hot shower. Then a couple of days of sleep. Yes. That sounded perfect. Divine.
Somehow he doubted he'd ever get farther than the couch.
Slamming the door shut behind him, Snape walked to Harry. "So... No plans on ripping my clothes off again and acting like a horny teenager?" The sarcasm in his voice was mild, almost gentle.
There was a confused silence.
"It's been a while since you were here," Snape said. "I would like to have at least a few words of greeting with you before engaging in frantic sexual activity in the living room." He cast a knowing look at Harry and then at the couch.
Harry threw a poisonous look at him, wincing a moment later as his back felt like it was on fire. "Very funny. Just help me to the couch." He couldn't keep the grimace off his face. "To rest there."
He was in no condition to shag anyone right now. Maybe after a few days of rest. Not sooner than that.
Ignoring his plea, Snape grabbed his arm. "You're not going to sit on my couch wearing such filthy robes, Potter." With that, he started guiding him slowly towards the bathroom.
The whole world narrowed down to staying conscious. Biting his lip, Harry tried not to cry out as Snape helped him out of his robes and then into the small shower. He stood under the almost scalding spray, breathing in and out slowly. Not thinking about anything.
The small abrasions he seemed to have everywhere stung at first, but soon the stinging went away and the world turned into a hazy bliss.
All too soon, Snape turned off the water and then forced him to get out of the stall. Harry groaned in protest, but followed Snape to the bedroom, moving as carefully as possible, so that the soft bathrobe wouldn't scrape against his bruised skin too much. The covers were pulled aside, and Harry swayed with relief. He didn't care about anything but lying down and resting.
He felt a bit cold as the robe was removed from him. There was no chance for him to wear anything right now. The covers would have to stay off too.
Snape was moving around the small room, but Harry hardly paid any attention to him.
Weariness was beginning to override the dull ache, even though the jolts of agony that went through him every time he moved kept him from falling asleep. It was enough to simply lie here. Maybe when he was tired enough, he'd pass out.
The hand that landed on his shoulder made him twitch. "Ow! Damn it!" His yelp was of pain and surprise. A moment later, the pain was gone, replaced by a warm feeling.
"Such language!" Placing his other hand on Harry's skin, Snape shook his head disapprovingly. "Lie still."
He moved his hands slowly, spreading the potion over Harry's back. It had taken a few moments for him to decide on which brew to use and he didn't want to make things worse. Poppy would kill him if she knew he was doing this, but he saw no other option; the infirmary was too noisy and loud. Harry wouldn't be able to rest there.
Besides, what could Poppy do to Harry anyway? Use the very potions he'd brewed for her, that's what. Snape was perfectly capable of measuring the necessary ointments himself.
Pouring more of the dark liquid on his palms, Snape could already see that Harry was relaxing. Good. That meant there was nothing really wrong with his back. Snape was careful not to use too much strength as he massaged the potion to Harry's back and then down his thighs, already seeing dark bruises forming on his skin.
This was probably enough, even though he was pretty certain he could use another ointment tomorrow morning just to make sure Harry would be able to get to his feet without cringing. Letting his hands move on their own volition, Snape catalogued the potions he had in mind, wondering what to use. He was certain he had all he needed, but he'd have to check that later on. At least his ingredient storage was well stocked, so whatever he didn't have, he could brew.
How on earth had Harry managed to get into such a bad shape? Tumbling down a short flight of stairs? Snape could bet it had been an understatement; Harry did have the unfortunate habit of downplaying things when he thought people might worry about him.
"Idiot!" Muttering the word out with half annoyance, half exasperation, he finished with Harry's legs and then moved to rub some of the potion on his arms.
"Mm hmm..." Harry sighed happily. He was feeling wonderfully warm. The pain was somewhere far away, disappearing behind the tingling feeling that was spreading over his whole body.
Snape kept his hands moving slowly even when he heard the soft snuffling sound that told him Harry had fallen asleep.
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Date: 2006-11-24 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-24 07:07 pm (UTC)Poor babies!
--Meghan
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Date: 2006-11-25 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-24 07:51 pm (UTC)::sighs happily:: Lovely. I love these little glimpses into Severus and how he feels/acts around Harry when Harry's not conscious.
And I want to let you know I am so liking the "New" Draco. His friendship with Harry is nice, now that Draco's not an arrogant little jerk. ;) Now we just have to see how Ron reacts to Harry and Draco being friends, and see if he wises up any.
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Date: 2006-11-25 07:46 am (UTC)OMG! Draco's not an arrogant jerk? Oh, yeah right, he's not that now, but just like Snape, he'll never be a nice do gooder. I have to say I understand where Ron's coming; his world's been just as black and white as Draco's, with both seeing their version of the truth as the absolute thruth. :( But he'll grow up. Maybe.
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Date: 2006-11-25 07:53 am (UTC)Okay, so he's a different type of arrogant jerk right now. ;) So far this is a type I can deal with. ::laughs::
Yeah, they're both rather narrowm minded in their own way, aren't they? At least they are both starting to (slowly) grow up. =)
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Date: 2006-11-25 07:57 am (UTC)And yeah, it's so funny how people call Slytherins prejudiced, when it's Ron who actually goes with the whole 'Slytherins are bad, all dark wizards come from Slytherin' as if he's heard that ever since he was a toddler.
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Date: 2006-11-25 08:09 am (UTC)* *
Most people don't want to admit that the 'Good Side' of any conflict can be just as prejudicial as the 'Bad Side'. It disturbs their sense of where they stand in the world. And while I don't excuse what they're doing, very few people that are on the side of 'Evil' think of themselves that way.
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Date: 2006-11-25 08:15 am (UTC)Reading through the history of war shows that every side is capable of atrocities, and it's almost always the same thing; you inhumanize the enemy and that gives you the right to treat them any way you want to. Yes, the 'evil' people here are snobbish with the whole pureblood thing, but I have to wonder just why isn't the school system or the Ministry doing anything to actually deal with the problem. Seems to me that a mandatory class about the differences of Muggle and wizarding history and culture would be the first step... Also, it seems that most of the pureblood traditions are shown as bad and evil, when it's probably the very backbone of the whole wizarding society.
Eep! Me ranting. Not good. Going now... :D
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Date: 2006-11-25 08:39 am (UTC)And with the winners writing history, well.
I wondered about why there were no sort of orientation classes in the summer before 1st year for the muggleborn, halfs, or anyone raised in a muggle environment that wanted them. How about a Wizards Studies class later on to help them understand the workings of the WW. And you'd think that with all we read about them wanting to stay hidden from Muggles, that the Muggle Studies class would be mandatory for all wizards/witches that couldn't pass a certain test as written (every few years) by a muggleborn.
JKR, for all that she gave us a rich world to play in, gives us a very one dimensional look at what the WW is really like. (Not to mention some of the plot holes you can drive a truck through)
::laughs:: No, ranting is okay. I do it quite often too actually. =)
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Date: 2006-11-25 03:20 am (UTC)But, you know, I have been beginning to wonder about a few people (starting with canon). Seems to me, that nasty bug of a reporter is entirely too cozy with people who have alliegance to Voldie... things seem a tad too convenient with her timing. - Would that someone should find & swat her flat while she's in Animagus form. Would her loyalty be worth checking out?
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Date: 2006-11-25 07:52 am (UTC)And yeah, Rita Skeeter really seems to be an opportunist little... *cough* I must wonder if most of the people who hang around Voldemort's people really understand what his reign would mean... Probably not. It's always cool to hang around the winner... As long as it lasts.
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Date: 2006-11-25 08:04 am (UTC)The WW press, particularly their daily, The Prophet, has seemed like such yellow press to me - It prints falsehoods & gossip, treating them the same as truth - whatever is flashy & apt to gain sales. The Lovegood's monthly? magazine is presented as the equivalent of the US "Enquirer", supposed to be junk, yet seems to be a mix of both as much or more truth as the respectable paper & the gossip magazine (Withces' Weekly), just with plenty of odd strangeness thrown in. It seems there is very little difference in their world between the recognized so-called 'responsible' press and their out-there rags. Hmm... wonder if that's JKR casting aspersions on the press in general. If so, I would have to say I agree with her wholeheartedly, if also sadly.
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Date: 2006-11-25 08:09 am (UTC)Unfortunately, history shows us that there are loads of people like her, especially during war times.
The first time I went to England, a few years back, read through one of the daily papers at breakfast and almost choked on my toast when a paper boasted on the front page that 'French pig boss sued for slander!'. The irony was totally hilarious, considering they're slandering the person they blame for slander... I would have to agree with you and JKR with the not so slight criticism on the press. :(