Mind farts
Title: Dark Night
Author: HarmonyMarguerite/dealliasnape
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SS/HP.
Summary: Harry and Snape talk on a dark night.
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR, yadda. I do not own, am not making money. If I was, would I be worried about next years tuition?
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He rested his head against his hand, wand clutched tightly in the fist.
"I'm sorry." Came the soft voice from under him.
He looked down at the smaller boy, noting the blood that was beginning to leak from the corner of his mouth.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Hush, you shouldn't be talking. Rest, I'll keep an eye out for you."
"You're arm is very comfortable." The boy said, green eyes drifting shut.
"What did I tell you about talking, Mr. Potter?"
"'Shut up, Mr. Potter, before I kill you myself.' Close enough?"
"Potter..."
The eyes opened. "I am sorry, Professor. If I hadn't been such an idiot, none of this would have happened. I'm so sorry."
Snape looked down at the boy, studying the weary face below him. He could feel blood seeping through his clothing, through whether it was his or Harry's, he couldn't tell. With shaking hands, he wiped the blood off Harry's face. "Try not to inhale and choke on your own blood, Potter." He attempted to say harshly, but hit shaky.
Harry's lips quirked upward in a quick smile. "Professor, do you think we're going to die?"
Snape didn't answer right away. He looked around the dark woods, noting the growing darkness. It would be black soon, and the dangerous creatures would come out. Then his gazed drifted down to the shivering boy below him. He shifted his body to further cover Harry. The boy was freezing and loosing blood quickly. If they didn't get help soon....
"We might." He replied quietly.
Harry smiled. "Thank you for being honest."
"If someone doesn't find us soon...."
"I know." Harry's eyes captured his, and the boy smiled slightly. "I've always wanted to have children. Have a house of my own, and be with someone I love."
"I don't care about your dreams, Mr. Potter. When we get back, you may tell them to a lady who cares."
"That's the thing." Harry's hand drifted down his cheek and across his lips. Snape stared at him in shock. "I don't care to tell a lady, I want to tell you. I think I'm in love with you."
Snape froze, then lowered himself so that his head rested against Harry's shoulder. "D-don't tell me that, Harry please. I can't do this. I can't find you and lose you!"
Arms wrapped around him and held him close. "You'll never lose me. I love you."
All Snape could taste when he kissed Harry was death and blood. When Harry's eyes shut, he felt himself die.
"Don't you die on me, fucking brat."
But Harry couldn't answer.
Author: HarmonyMarguerite/dealliasnape
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SS/HP.
Summary: Harry and Snape talk on a dark night.
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR, yadda. I do not own, am not making money. If I was, would I be worried about next years tuition?
***
He rested his head against his hand, wand clutched tightly in the fist.
"I'm sorry." Came the soft voice from under him.
He looked down at the smaller boy, noting the blood that was beginning to leak from the corner of his mouth.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Hush, you shouldn't be talking. Rest, I'll keep an eye out for you."
"You're arm is very comfortable." The boy said, green eyes drifting shut.
"What did I tell you about talking, Mr. Potter?"
"'Shut up, Mr. Potter, before I kill you myself.' Close enough?"
"Potter..."
The eyes opened. "I am sorry, Professor. If I hadn't been such an idiot, none of this would have happened. I'm so sorry."
Snape looked down at the boy, studying the weary face below him. He could feel blood seeping through his clothing, through whether it was his or Harry's, he couldn't tell. With shaking hands, he wiped the blood off Harry's face. "Try not to inhale and choke on your own blood, Potter." He attempted to say harshly, but hit shaky.
Harry's lips quirked upward in a quick smile. "Professor, do you think we're going to die?"
Snape didn't answer right away. He looked around the dark woods, noting the growing darkness. It would be black soon, and the dangerous creatures would come out. Then his gazed drifted down to the shivering boy below him. He shifted his body to further cover Harry. The boy was freezing and loosing blood quickly. If they didn't get help soon....
"We might." He replied quietly.
Harry smiled. "Thank you for being honest."
"If someone doesn't find us soon...."
"I know." Harry's eyes captured his, and the boy smiled slightly. "I've always wanted to have children. Have a house of my own, and be with someone I love."
"I don't care about your dreams, Mr. Potter. When we get back, you may tell them to a lady who cares."
"That's the thing." Harry's hand drifted down his cheek and across his lips. Snape stared at him in shock. "I don't care to tell a lady, I want to tell you. I think I'm in love with you."
Snape froze, then lowered himself so that his head rested against Harry's shoulder. "D-don't tell me that, Harry please. I can't do this. I can't find you and lose you!"
Arms wrapped around him and held him close. "You'll never lose me. I love you."
All Snape could taste when he kissed Harry was death and blood. When Harry's eyes shut, he felt himself die.
"Don't you die on me, fucking brat."
But Harry couldn't answer.