Fic: Learning to Duck
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alisanneTitle: Learning to Duck
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: ~800
Genre: Hurt/comfort. ♥
Warnings: Mild angst.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rycolfan as part of my 8th LJ-Versary celebration. She requested Snarry, prompt: hurt/comfort.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Learning to Duck
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Harry Apparated into St Mungo’s, pausing just long enough to orient himself before hurrying towards the reception witch. “Severus Snape, where is he?” he snapped.
“I’m afraid Mr Snape is on the restricted visitors list.” She frowned. “And how did you Apparate in here?” she asked. “We’ve an Anti-Apparation field that should make it impossible--”
Leaning across the counter, Harry growled, “And yet I just did it. And now I’m going to see my sodding husband. So, back to the question. Where is Severus Snape?”
“Harry!” Hermione, looking concerned, strode towards him. She gestured to the reception witch, who was looking outraged. “”It’s fine, Sylvia. Come with me, Harry.”
“But he shouldn’t be able to--” Sylvia paused. “You mean he’s Harry Potter?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Where’s Severus?” he almost shouted at Hermione.
“I’ll take you to him, but you should probably remove the Glamour,” Hermione murmured. “And you’ll need to be quieter. This is a hospital, remember? I gather you were at work when you heard?”
Harry blinked. “Yes.” Closing his eyes, he concentrated, exhaling when, a moment later, he felt his face resume its habitual appearance. Calmer, he turned once again to face Sylvia. “Sorry, I forgot I was in disguise.”
“That’s fine.” Sylvia coughed. “And of course you can see your husband, Mr Potter, especially given the circumstances--”
“Sylvia!” Hermione snapped. Sylvia paled. “That’s enough!” Gently, Hermione grasped Harry’s arm. “This way, Harry.”
“How bad is it?” Harry asked, a tremor in his voice. “Please don’t lie to me--”
“I would never.” Hermione’s fingers tightened on his arm. “And it’s not good, but I believe he’ll be fine.”
“Really?” Harry searched her gaze.
Hermione sighed. “Nothing is one hundred percent, but he’s a determined, stubborn man. Now come on, he’s this way. We’ve been keeping him sedated and he’s been given a lot of Pain Potion, but I’ll wake him up so he can see you. I think it’ll do him good to know you’re here.”
Swallowing hard, Harry sped up, practically dragging Hermione along with him. When they got to the ward, he slowed. Hermione spun him around to face her and drew her wand. Harry felt a spell tingle over his skin. “What was that?”
“Disinfecting Charm. He shouldn’t be exposed to any bacteria just now.” Hermione nodded towards a room. “I’ll be out here if you need me.”
Severus was entirely wrapped in bandages, the only part of him that wasn’t covered were his lips, which were charred. Harry tiptoed closer. “Severus?”
Severus’ head turned in Harry’s direction. “Harry?” He sounded sedated.
Harry bit back a sob. “Severus. Oh God. What happened?”
Severus’ arm moved towards Harry, his lips curved up. “Cauldron accident.”
Collapsing into the chair that luckily was right next to Severus’ bed, Harry cradled Severus’ bandage-wrapped hand in his. “What the hell, Severus?” he whispered. “I’m supposed to be the reckless one, not you!”
Severus chuckled, but it turned into a cough. He cleared his throat. “Evidently...your Gryffindor ways...are rubbing off...on me.”
Harry relaxed infinitesimally. “You need more lessons, love. Gryffindors know how to duck, too.”
Severus sighed. “My problem...wasn’t not ducking...it was agreeing...to continue teaching...Potions in the first...place.”
Gently kissing Severus’ bandaged hand, Harry nodded. “Well, you’ve been waiting for the right moment to give Minerva your notice. I’d say this is it.”
“Hmm.” Severus hesitated. “Healer Granger...tells me I should live...but she makes no guarantees...about how badly I’ll...scar--”
“Who cares?” Harry said fiercely. Leaning close, he whispered in Severus’ ear, “You’re never getting rid of me.”
“Indeed.” Severus turned his face, his lips grazing Harry’s cheek. “And I’ve given up trying.”
“Good.”
“Everything all right in here?” Hermione sounded amused. “And before you ask, yes, you can stay the night, Harry.”
Turning to look at her, Harry smiled. “Like I was going to ask permission?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m aware of what a rule breaker you are.”
“You should be, Healer Granger,” Severus murmured. “Since...as I recall...you helped him break...most of...them.”
“Hm, obviously you’re feeling better.” After waving her wand and taking some readings, Hermione looked pleased. “I knew Harry would be good for you. Rest up, we’ll be doing tissue and skin healing in the morning.”
Severus nodded. “You mentioned...the possibility of...scarring--”
Hermione’s expression gentled. “I think that’s unlikely. Your immune response is very robust, more-so now that Harry is here. You should be fine.”
“Not that that’s at all important,” Harry said, his hand tightening on Severus’. He rested his head down on the bed. “As long as I have you, the rest doesn’t matter.”
“On that,” Severus murmured, his other bandaged hand patting Harry’s head, “we agree.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: ~800
Genre: Hurt/comfort. ♥
Warnings: Mild angst.
A/N: Written for
rycolfan as part of my 8th LJ-Versary celebration. She requested Snarry, prompt: hurt/comfort.Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Learning to Duck
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Harry Apparated into St Mungo’s, pausing just long enough to orient himself before hurrying towards the reception witch. “Severus Snape, where is he?” he snapped.
“I’m afraid Mr Snape is on the restricted visitors list.” She frowned. “And how did you Apparate in here?” she asked. “We’ve an Anti-Apparation field that should make it impossible--”
Leaning across the counter, Harry growled, “And yet I just did it. And now I’m going to see my sodding husband. So, back to the question. Where is Severus Snape?”
“Harry!” Hermione, looking concerned, strode towards him. She gestured to the reception witch, who was looking outraged. “”It’s fine, Sylvia. Come with me, Harry.”
“But he shouldn’t be able to--” Sylvia paused. “You mean he’s Harry Potter?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Where’s Severus?” he almost shouted at Hermione.
“I’ll take you to him, but you should probably remove the Glamour,” Hermione murmured. “And you’ll need to be quieter. This is a hospital, remember? I gather you were at work when you heard?”
Harry blinked. “Yes.” Closing his eyes, he concentrated, exhaling when, a moment later, he felt his face resume its habitual appearance. Calmer, he turned once again to face Sylvia. “Sorry, I forgot I was in disguise.”
“That’s fine.” Sylvia coughed. “And of course you can see your husband, Mr Potter, especially given the circumstances--”
“Sylvia!” Hermione snapped. Sylvia paled. “That’s enough!” Gently, Hermione grasped Harry’s arm. “This way, Harry.”
“How bad is it?” Harry asked, a tremor in his voice. “Please don’t lie to me--”
“I would never.” Hermione’s fingers tightened on his arm. “And it’s not good, but I believe he’ll be fine.”
“Really?” Harry searched her gaze.
Hermione sighed. “Nothing is one hundred percent, but he’s a determined, stubborn man. Now come on, he’s this way. We’ve been keeping him sedated and he’s been given a lot of Pain Potion, but I’ll wake him up so he can see you. I think it’ll do him good to know you’re here.”
Swallowing hard, Harry sped up, practically dragging Hermione along with him. When they got to the ward, he slowed. Hermione spun him around to face her and drew her wand. Harry felt a spell tingle over his skin. “What was that?”
“Disinfecting Charm. He shouldn’t be exposed to any bacteria just now.” Hermione nodded towards a room. “I’ll be out here if you need me.”
Severus was entirely wrapped in bandages, the only part of him that wasn’t covered were his lips, which were charred. Harry tiptoed closer. “Severus?”
Severus’ head turned in Harry’s direction. “Harry?” He sounded sedated.
Harry bit back a sob. “Severus. Oh God. What happened?”
Severus’ arm moved towards Harry, his lips curved up. “Cauldron accident.”
Collapsing into the chair that luckily was right next to Severus’ bed, Harry cradled Severus’ bandage-wrapped hand in his. “What the hell, Severus?” he whispered. “I’m supposed to be the reckless one, not you!”
Severus chuckled, but it turned into a cough. He cleared his throat. “Evidently...your Gryffindor ways...are rubbing off...on me.”
Harry relaxed infinitesimally. “You need more lessons, love. Gryffindors know how to duck, too.”
Severus sighed. “My problem...wasn’t not ducking...it was agreeing...to continue teaching...Potions in the first...place.”
Gently kissing Severus’ bandaged hand, Harry nodded. “Well, you’ve been waiting for the right moment to give Minerva your notice. I’d say this is it.”
“Hmm.” Severus hesitated. “Healer Granger...tells me I should live...but she makes no guarantees...about how badly I’ll...scar--”
“Who cares?” Harry said fiercely. Leaning close, he whispered in Severus’ ear, “You’re never getting rid of me.”
“Indeed.” Severus turned his face, his lips grazing Harry’s cheek. “And I’ve given up trying.”
“Good.”
“Everything all right in here?” Hermione sounded amused. “And before you ask, yes, you can stay the night, Harry.”
Turning to look at her, Harry smiled. “Like I was going to ask permission?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m aware of what a rule breaker you are.”
“You should be, Healer Granger,” Severus murmured. “Since...as I recall...you helped him break...most of...them.”
“Hm, obviously you’re feeling better.” After waving her wand and taking some readings, Hermione looked pleased. “I knew Harry would be good for you. Rest up, we’ll be doing tissue and skin healing in the morning.”
Severus nodded. “You mentioned...the possibility of...scarring--”
Hermione’s expression gentled. “I think that’s unlikely. Your immune response is very robust, more-so now that Harry is here. You should be fine.”
“Not that that’s at all important,” Harry said, his hand tightening on Severus’. He rested his head down on the bed. “As long as I have you, the rest doesn’t matter.”
“On that,” Severus murmured, his other bandaged hand patting Harry’s head, “we agree.”
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