Lost and Afraid
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it....(damn)
Author's Note: Yeah sorry about the long time but I have like a hundred zillion graduation parties to go to.... BUT good news.. summers started so that means absolutely no school... so that means plenty of time to grow pale in front of the computer.....
OH yeah! I saw Prisoner of Azkaban... the best characters were the twins with Draco as a close second... but the only reason the twins won was because that there were two of them :)
Severus paced his rooms worriedly; Harry still hadn't come back. He was tempted to go out searching for him, but chose against it. He remembered the look on Harry's face as he left. The silent hopefulness of actually having someone to care for. He remembered what Harry had said, "Don't go after him and give him a month's detention. Please? I'll be back by ten-thirty, I swear."
Severus paused his pacing as he heard a clock strike. Once. Twice. He silently counted the strikes until he reached twelve. "Sorry, Harry," he murmured. Mentally hating himself for probably ruining his sons night.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the crumpled form of his son lying just feet from the entrance to his chambers. "Merlin's beard, Harry, why didn't I hear you?" Severus asked no one in particular.
Quickly thinking, Severus brought out his wand and muttered, "Finite Incantatem," and was greeted with a soft moan from Harry. "Uncle Vernon, no, stop. Please. No. I won't-" Harry passed out.
Severus gather the limp form of Harry, set him on the couch, and made an important fire-call to Albus.
Ron entered the common room in a fury. "Ron, you know you shouldn't leave the dormitory so late," Hermione scolded, "I figured that once Harry-" she paused to glance at Ron. "I figured since you and Harry had slacked off last year you would learn some responsibility. I mean if you and Harry paid more attention to-"
"Shut up Hermione!" Ron yelled, "Just shut up! Did you ever get the impression that no one cared? It's because no one does!"
"Well, Ronald, I hope you know you've effectively chased away all of your friends. Why, sometimes you're no better than Malfoy or Snape,"
SLAP! Ron's hand flung out and hit Hermione in the face. Hermione put her hand to the now bleeding corner of her lip.
With a tearful glare and a flurry of brown hair Hermione was gone leaving an angry Ron to rethink his views of the world.
Harry opened his sore eyes to a blissfully dark living room. He was again on the couch and Severus was with him. But this time he was standing silent vigil over the sleeping boy; not allowing himself to fall asleep.
"We should stop meeting like this," Harry commented dryly, "What happened?" he asked oblivious to the condition he was in and having no memory of the previous night.
Severus thought a minute before answering, "I don't know," he answered. "I found you right outside the entrance beaten and bloody."
Harry's eyes grew wide, "I don't remember any of what happened," he said.
Severus just stared into the fire, lost in his thoughts. "Are you mad at me?" Harry whispered.
Severus looked at him, shocked, "Why would I be mad at you?"
Harry just mumbled.
While mentally cursing Vernon Dursley into oblivion, Severus grabbed Harry face and forced Harry to look into his eyes. Harry snapped his eyes shut. "Look at me, Harry." Slowly, Harry opened his eyes, "I would never hurt you. Ever."
Harry was silent.
The next morning, Harry slowly walked into the Great Hall; seemingly perfectly fine. 'Ah the powers of concealing charms,' Harry thought to himself as he took a seat at the end of the Slytherin table.
Sparing a glance at the Griffindors, Harry saw that Ron and Hermione were sitting nowhere near each other. 'That's strange,' he thought. Looking back at Ron, Harry noticed that Ron seemed rather angry and tense. Just then, Ron raised his gaze to look directly at Harry and he smirked. He smirked.
There was a clatter of metal as Harry dropped his fork and fled the Great Hall.
Hermione's head shot up as Harry ran from the Great Hall. Concerned, Hermione followed after him, only to run into Draco. Draco just shoved her out of the way, "Move it," he hissed.
"And why should I?" she asked.
Sighing, Draco pushed past her and followed after Harry.
They were searching for what seemed like hours but was merely minutes when they found Harry huddled in the shadows in the dungeons, sobbing quietly. "Harry," Draco said softly, "Are you ok?"
Harry was silent.
Draco reached for him. Harry flinched and mumbled something inaudible.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.
Upon hearing Hermione speak, Harry moved closer to Draco, effectively shielding himself from Hermione. "Leave," Draco said to Hermione in a cold as ice voice.
Draco turned to Harry, "Harry, you can tell me," he said softly.
Silently, Harry turned his wand on himself and murmured a spell. The concealment charm was gone. Harry's face was a mass of bruises. "What happened?" he asked. Harry shook his head.
Cautiously Draco reached out to touch Harry's face. Harry flinched away violently. "Harry," Draco said , "Who did this?"
Harry was silent.
"Harry," Draco said, desperation evident in his voice, "You an tell me. You trust me. Right?"
Harry looked at him, eyes tearing. Draco saw the truth in those eyes. "You don't trust me do you? Why don't you trust me?"
Again, Harry was silent.
"Well, when or if you feel you will bestow your trust on me, we'll talk then."
Harry looked at Draco's retreating form and something in his throat unstuck, "Draco," he called out, "don't leave me."
Draco turned back. "Can you tell me what happened?"
Harry looked at the ground and muttered something inaudible.
"What was that?" Draco asked softly.
After staring at the ground for several minutes Harry murmured one word, "Ron."
"Ron did that!" Draco yelled, "Wait until I get a hold on that-" Draco turned to Harry noticing that the smaller boy was practically in tears. Draco's voice softened, "Why did he do this?"
Harry was silent for a minute before answering, "H-he saw me and you and he and-" his voice cracked as tears began to leak out of his eyes.
"It's alright Harry, he can't get you now," Draco said reassuringly as he enveloped Harry in a warm embrace.
An angry voice broke Harry and Draco from their hug, "Well, it looks like Hogwart's resident fags can't keep their arm off of each other."
Author's Note: Yeah... don't kill me, its been awhile since I've updated. I'll update more soon.
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it....(damn)
Author's Note: Yeah sorry about the long time but I have like a hundred zillion graduation parties to go to.... BUT good news.. summers started so that means absolutely no school... so that means plenty of time to grow pale in front of the computer.....
OH yeah! I saw Prisoner of Azkaban... the best characters were the twins with Draco as a close second... but the only reason the twins won was because that there were two of them :)
Severus paced his rooms worriedly; Harry still hadn't come back. He was tempted to go out searching for him, but chose against it. He remembered the look on Harry's face as he left. The silent hopefulness of actually having someone to care for. He remembered what Harry had said, "Don't go after him and give him a month's detention. Please? I'll be back by ten-thirty, I swear."
Severus paused his pacing as he heard a clock strike. Once. Twice. He silently counted the strikes until he reached twelve. "Sorry, Harry," he murmured. Mentally hating himself for probably ruining his sons night.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the crumpled form of his son lying just feet from the entrance to his chambers. "Merlin's beard, Harry, why didn't I hear you?" Severus asked no one in particular.
Quickly thinking, Severus brought out his wand and muttered, "Finite Incantatem," and was greeted with a soft moan from Harry. "Uncle Vernon, no, stop. Please. No. I won't-" Harry passed out.
Severus gather the limp form of Harry, set him on the couch, and made an important fire-call to Albus.
Ron entered the common room in a fury. "Ron, you know you shouldn't leave the dormitory so late," Hermione scolded, "I figured that once Harry-" she paused to glance at Ron. "I figured since you and Harry had slacked off last year you would learn some responsibility. I mean if you and Harry paid more attention to-"
"Shut up Hermione!" Ron yelled, "Just shut up! Did you ever get the impression that no one cared? It's because no one does!"
"Well, Ronald, I hope you know you've effectively chased away all of your friends. Why, sometimes you're no better than Malfoy or Snape,"
SLAP! Ron's hand flung out and hit Hermione in the face. Hermione put her hand to the now bleeding corner of her lip.
With a tearful glare and a flurry of brown hair Hermione was gone leaving an angry Ron to rethink his views of the world.
Harry opened his sore eyes to a blissfully dark living room. He was again on the couch and Severus was with him. But this time he was standing silent vigil over the sleeping boy; not allowing himself to fall asleep.
"We should stop meeting like this," Harry commented dryly, "What happened?" he asked oblivious to the condition he was in and having no memory of the previous night.
Severus thought a minute before answering, "I don't know," he answered. "I found you right outside the entrance beaten and bloody."
Harry's eyes grew wide, "I don't remember any of what happened," he said.
Severus just stared into the fire, lost in his thoughts. "Are you mad at me?" Harry whispered.
Severus looked at him, shocked, "Why would I be mad at you?"
Harry just mumbled.
While mentally cursing Vernon Dursley into oblivion, Severus grabbed Harry face and forced Harry to look into his eyes. Harry snapped his eyes shut. "Look at me, Harry." Slowly, Harry opened his eyes, "I would never hurt you. Ever."
Harry was silent.
The next morning, Harry slowly walked into the Great Hall; seemingly perfectly fine. 'Ah the powers of concealing charms,' Harry thought to himself as he took a seat at the end of the Slytherin table.
Sparing a glance at the Griffindors, Harry saw that Ron and Hermione were sitting nowhere near each other. 'That's strange,' he thought. Looking back at Ron, Harry noticed that Ron seemed rather angry and tense. Just then, Ron raised his gaze to look directly at Harry and he smirked. He smirked.
There was a clatter of metal as Harry dropped his fork and fled the Great Hall.
Hermione's head shot up as Harry ran from the Great Hall. Concerned, Hermione followed after him, only to run into Draco. Draco just shoved her out of the way, "Move it," he hissed.
"And why should I?" she asked.
Sighing, Draco pushed past her and followed after Harry.
They were searching for what seemed like hours but was merely minutes when they found Harry huddled in the shadows in the dungeons, sobbing quietly. "Harry," Draco said softly, "Are you ok?"
Harry was silent.
Draco reached for him. Harry flinched and mumbled something inaudible.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.
Upon hearing Hermione speak, Harry moved closer to Draco, effectively shielding himself from Hermione. "Leave," Draco said to Hermione in a cold as ice voice.
Draco turned to Harry, "Harry, you can tell me," he said softly.
Silently, Harry turned his wand on himself and murmured a spell. The concealment charm was gone. Harry's face was a mass of bruises. "What happened?" he asked. Harry shook his head.
Cautiously Draco reached out to touch Harry's face. Harry flinched away violently. "Harry," Draco said , "Who did this?"
Harry was silent.
"Harry," Draco said, desperation evident in his voice, "You an tell me. You trust me. Right?"
Harry looked at him, eyes tearing. Draco saw the truth in those eyes. "You don't trust me do you? Why don't you trust me?"
Again, Harry was silent.
"Well, when or if you feel you will bestow your trust on me, we'll talk then."
Harry looked at Draco's retreating form and something in his throat unstuck, "Draco," he called out, "don't leave me."
Draco turned back. "Can you tell me what happened?"
Harry looked at the ground and muttered something inaudible.
"What was that?" Draco asked softly.
After staring at the ground for several minutes Harry murmured one word, "Ron."
"Ron did that!" Draco yelled, "Wait until I get a hold on that-" Draco turned to Harry noticing that the smaller boy was practically in tears. Draco's voice softened, "Why did he do this?"
Harry was silent for a minute before answering, "H-he saw me and you and he and-" his voice cracked as tears began to leak out of his eyes.
"It's alright Harry, he can't get you now," Draco said reassuringly as he enveloped Harry in a warm embrace.
An angry voice broke Harry and Draco from their hug, "Well, it looks like Hogwart's resident fags can't keep their arm off of each other."
Author's Note: Yeah... don't kill me, its been awhile since I've updated. I'll update more soon.