One-shot (angst)
Title: Breaking Point
Authors: Tangible Magic
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Snape (if you squint)
Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix
Disclaimer: Belongs to the wondeful JKR. No profit. Not mine. But if they were... *daydreams* Um, sorry? Where was I? Huh?
Summary: Missing scene in OoTP
Status: One-Shot
Categories: Drama. Angst
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Harry was still shaking. The bitterly cold air assaulted his goosebumped skin, penetrating the thin night shirt that was sticking to his sweat drenched body, as each breath stabbed at his lungs. The only sound was that of two pairs of footsteps echoing off the dark stone walls. He was aware of Snape’s bony hand wrapped around his forearm, dragging him down the ever descending spiral stair case, sinking into colder and yet colder air. Voldement had been inside his thoughts, his mind, him. He felt violated, tainted - by something more than evil. His mind was reeling. His scar was going to explode, and his pounding headache would mercilly cease as his head itself simply split open.
He fault nausea rolling through him, threatening to overcome him again, he could still taste his vomit. His legs were shaking weakly and each step became more perilous. The edges of his vision began to blur into darkness as the pain throbbing through his skull took hold. The next step proved too much, it was all too much, the pain, the death, the guilt, he had been the snake.
Harry’s leg collapsed and he stumbled down the stone steps, slipping into the solid form of Snape. Harry flung out his arm to grab hold of something to stop himself falling, and he found a fistful of fabric. Snape’s grip on his other arm tightened and Harry’s feet slipped downward, trying to find solid ground. Harry felt a second hand slip round his waist and then everything was still, his face buried in soft robes, his nose stinging from the impact as he breathed in a familiar scent. A panicked sob split the deafening silence, jarring Harry to his senses. He couldn’t break, not now, not in front of Snape. Not when he had to complete Dumbledore’s urgent request - to prevent Voldemort accessing his mind again.
Harry pulled away from the warmth and tried to even out his breathing, his blurring vision focused on the stone beneath his slippers as he moved past Snape and descended the remaining stairs. He placed a hand on the door to Snape’s quarters, found it unlocked and entered.
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Authors: Tangible Magic
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Snape (if you squint)
Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix
Disclaimer: Belongs to the wondeful JKR. No profit. Not mine. But if they were... *daydreams* Um, sorry? Where was I? Huh?
Summary: Missing scene in OoTP
Status: One-Shot
Categories: Drama. Angst
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Harry was still shaking. The bitterly cold air assaulted his goosebumped skin, penetrating the thin night shirt that was sticking to his sweat drenched body, as each breath stabbed at his lungs. The only sound was that of two pairs of footsteps echoing off the dark stone walls. He was aware of Snape’s bony hand wrapped around his forearm, dragging him down the ever descending spiral stair case, sinking into colder and yet colder air. Voldement had been inside his thoughts, his mind, him. He felt violated, tainted - by something more than evil. His mind was reeling. His scar was going to explode, and his pounding headache would mercilly cease as his head itself simply split open.
He fault nausea rolling through him, threatening to overcome him again, he could still taste his vomit. His legs were shaking weakly and each step became more perilous. The edges of his vision began to blur into darkness as the pain throbbing through his skull took hold. The next step proved too much, it was all too much, the pain, the death, the guilt, he had been the snake.
Harry’s leg collapsed and he stumbled down the stone steps, slipping into the solid form of Snape. Harry flung out his arm to grab hold of something to stop himself falling, and he found a fistful of fabric. Snape’s grip on his other arm tightened and Harry’s feet slipped downward, trying to find solid ground. Harry felt a second hand slip round his waist and then everything was still, his face buried in soft robes, his nose stinging from the impact as he breathed in a familiar scent. A panicked sob split the deafening silence, jarring Harry to his senses. He couldn’t break, not now, not in front of Snape. Not when he had to complete Dumbledore’s urgent request - to prevent Voldemort accessing his mind again.
Harry pulled away from the warmth and tried to even out his breathing, his blurring vision focused on the stone beneath his slippers as he moved past Snape and descended the remaining stairs. He placed a hand on the door to Snape’s quarters, found it unlocked and entered.
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