Title: Ley
Lines
Author: Joolz
Fandom: Harry Potter/ Book
Category: AU,
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: R for nudity. No sex, sorry!
Summary: A Solstice ritual could mean life or
death for Harry and Severus.
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Notes: The Isle of Iona is, in my experience,
as described. You can go there and
try the ritual, but I won’t guarantee the same results. <g> Many thanks
to Lady Ra for the beta and great suggestions.
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Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing
with them.
Ley
Lines
The bus ride, with all
its dips and curves, was making Harry travel sick. The scenery was stunning, but he
closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing in hopes of keeping the fish and
chips he’d eaten on the ferry in his stomach. His head felt cold as though there was
no blood circulating in it, while beads of sweat were starting to appear on his
forehead.
“Look out the
front.”
The voice startled Harry
into opening his eyes. He swallowed
carefully and turned to look at his travelling companion.
Snape said, “Look
out the front window and focus on the centre of the road. It will help.”
Harry didn’t answer,
didn’t want to risk opening his mouth, but did as his former professor suggested
and leaned into the aisle to look past the driver’s shoulder. The road was one track, without a centre
stripe, but he watched as far ahead as the bends allowed. It took a while, but the queasy, rolling
nausea began to settle enough for his body to relax its rigid
posture.
He risked a
question. “How did you know that
would work?”
The answer held dry
amusement. “I’m an old man,
Potter. You’d be surprised at all
the things I know. Of course a
potion would be easier, but I’ve made a point of finding non-magical
alternatives whenever possible, just in case circumstances should
warrant.”
That was Snape for you; always ready with Plan B. At barely forty the other wizard was
hardly old, and at just past twenty Harry had hardly led a sheltered life, but
he still learned new things from Snape every day. He didn’t think he could ever plumb all
the man’s depths, even if he were allowed.
Harry said, “Well,
thanks.”
“Purely self
interest. Were you to become ill, who would suffer
from it the most? This trip is
uncomfortable enough without having to smell your vomit with it. I’m much relieved to see the unbecoming
green tinge gone from your face.”
His stomach feeling
better, Harry looked at Snape again, studying the
angular profile. Travel sickness
aside, having to take muggle transportation had its
benefits. It was allowing him to
spend time with Snape out of their usual environment,
something he never tired of.
With a grin he turned his
eyes forward. The long trip was
almost over. Leaving
Harry groaned with relief
as they got down from the bus onto solid ground. He didn’t have long to enjoy it, though,
as they were immediately herded onto yet another ferry, a small one this time,
for the short crossing to the Isle of Iona. The boat’s crew were anxious to make the
last trip there and back before night descended
completely.
Crammed into the enclosed
seating area, Harry watched the other passengers watch Snape. Dressed
in his down coat and jeans, Harry himself didn’t look at all out of place, but
even in muggle clothing Snape looked exotic.
The man wore black jeans, a bulky grey wool sweater and a brown suede pea
coat, with his hair tied back neatly, but his intense aura made it impossible
for him to blend in. Nearly
everyone had looked him over carefully; some with eyes narrowed in distrust,
others with barely concealed fascination.
Harry felt almost interesting just by association.
While travelling in this
fashion had subjected them to muggle scrutiny, it had
rendered them practically invisible to the magical world. They couldn’t apparate to their destination, Harry knew, because they were
conserving and cleansing their magic for the coming ritual. But also, both he and Snape had distinctive magical signatures that could be
sensed by any witch or wizard in the area.
They didn’t want anyone to realize their destination or intent, or risk
being attacked in the open. The
battle against Voldemort and his Death Eaters had
extended itself throughout the
After stepping onto the
jetty in the deepening twilight, Harry and Snape
carried their bags through the
After a few minutes,
though, he began to feel odd. It
wasn’t an audible hum or a physical vibration, really, but rather a niggling
awareness of a thrum in the back of his mind. The hair on his arms stood on end. He stopped and looked around in
puzzlement. “Sir,” he asked, “is
there something…?”
His companion observed
him with dark eyes. “You are no
doubt sensing the inherent power of the place. Have you never felt this
before?”
Harry thought about
it. “It’s kind of like at Hogwarts, deep in the dungeons, where the wards are
centred. Is the whole island
warded?”
As they continued
walking, Snape explained, “No, not in the same
sense. The wards at Hogwarts tap into something similar, but they were created
and are maintained by wizards.
This,” he waved his hand indicating the treeless, hilly landscape around
them, “is natural.”
Harry didn’t have a
chance to ask anything else, as they had arrived at the cottage that would be
their home for the next couple of days.
Mrs. MacNye led them up a narrow flight of
stairs to a small room under the eaves of the attic with two single beds, a
table and two chairs. She then
insisted on providing them with a full meal that Harry, suddenly famished,
devoured gratefully. While they
ate, their hostess told them of how her husband and son had been lost when their
fishing boat capsized in a storm several years previously, a story that could
have been repeated in exactly the same words by thousands of women over the
years. When she offered them a dram
of
Snape had said
practically nothing during supper and seemed to withdraw further into himself
upon returning to their room. After
changing into night clothes in the loo and placing one of the hot water bottles
Mrs. MacNye had given them at the foot of the bed, the
older wizard dug a book out of his bag, climbed under the covers and began to
read. It was as though he had
forgotten that Harry was in the room at all, or preferred to pretend he
wasn’t.
There was something about
the place that made Harry feel the external quiet
within himself, too, and he left the professor in peace, crawling into his own
bed. He lay awake for a long time,
even after Snape had turned out the light and fallen
asleep. Up until now he had given
no more than intellectual thought to what they were about to attempt. It had seemed like a good idea at the
time, but now that they were here it was becoming all too real. He was aware of how much depended on
their actions the following night; their own lives, surely, but perhaps also the
outcome of the battle against the dark forces. While he had no doubt that Snape could do anything he put his mind to, Harry’s own
shoulders felt too narrow, his back too weak, to carry such a
weight.
Eventually the thrum of
the island lulled him to sleep.
~~**~~
After breakfast the next
morning they carried a pot of tea and two cups back up to their room and sat
down at the small table. Outside
the window Harry could see the edge of the old Iona Abbey, the rippling waves
beyond it and the cliffs of
Snape began
formally, “Mr. Potter. Do you have
any last questions about the ritual or your part in it?”
He understood what they
were supposed to do. Albus had developed a spell that, when enacted under
specific conditions, would kill all the Death Eaters with the Dark Mark linking
them to Voldemort. It was drastic and brutal, but perhaps
less so than engaging in a war that could drag out for years. The problem was that there was no way to
shield Professor Snape from its effects. Harry himself might also be killed since
he was linked to Voldemort through his scar, and The
Order was still counting on him to deliver the final blow to their nemesis.
The ritual the two of
them were to attempt that night would break their links with Voldemort, leaving them both free in a way Snape hadn’t been for years, and Harry hadn’t been since he
was an infant. If it worked, Albus could go ahead and perform his spell without
endangering them. If it didn’t
work, a choice would have to be made between the spell to end all Death Eaters
and their lives.
Did he have
questions? “Um, a few,” he
admitted, feeling like a perpetual student. “Why does it have to be exactly here and
now?” They’d talked about this
before but he wanted to hear Snape go over it
again.
Snape took a deep
breath and answered with more patience than Harry was used to experiencing from
the stern teacher.
“You sensed the power of
the island yourself last night.
This is one of the major power points of the Earth, an anchor that binds
and directs the channels of energy that flow around the planet, known as ley lines.
There is another such point in
Harry nodded
encouragingly. He’d accepted all
this in the way he accepted any explanation of magic. Why or how? Just
because. He’d always
suspected there was more to it, and now that he was here he wanted to
know.
Snape went on, “I
shall try to explain it to you in a way that you can comprehend. The anchor points and ley lines are linked deeply into the fundamental Earth
energy. Part of the Earth energy is
what we call Earth Magic. It dates
back to the formation of the planetary consciousness and by far precedes the
emergence of Wizarding Magic. This is what we will be calling on in
the ritual, and the Isle of Iona has considerable history facilitating that
interface. It is an extremely powerful type of
magic, and though humans have long been drawn to it, it has been some time since
direct interaction has been a common occurrence.”
Harry nodded again. He knew that
The professor continued
his lecture. “When the Earth Magic
is called on or invoked, a small bit of it comes forth to interact with the
humans. Or perhaps it is better
said that it reveals itself, as it is never completely absent. In modern times these magical entities,
for want of a better term, have been called angels. They have been called by other names as
well, and are generally considered to be beneficent, though sometimes this
quality is not readily apparent by human standards.
“So that is why
here. Why now takes us even farther
back than the Earth energy. Not
only will we be calling on Earth Magic, but also on Cosmic Magic, magic that has
existed in the universe since before the creation of our planet. Tonight, on Winter Solstice, there will
be an alignment of planets and astral bodies that will augment the effectiveness
of our own magic and facilitate communication through the veil to the Earth
element.” Snape almost smiled.
“Or did you think you were forced to learn astronomy simply because of a
perverse desire to make you miss out on your beauty
sleep?”
Harry grinned back. “I’m sure they told us something about
this, but it always seemed so distant.
Less immediately useful than being able to transfigure
someone into a ferret. But
it seems pretty immediate now.”
Snape smirked. “Indeed. You will be participating in something
tonight that few living wizards have ever or will ever experience, beyond a
small sect of geomancers. I
expect you to take it very seriously and follow my directions to the
letter.”
“Yes, sir, I will.” Harry grimaced slightly. “Exactly how dangerous is
this?”
“The danger is in coming
into contact with power so far beyond our own. That is also the opportunity. Nothing short of it will suffice to
sever the dark magical bond with Voldemort. At this level, Mr. Potter, nothing is
ever,” he paused a moment, “guaranteed.
It is not unlike what Catholic priests undertake during exorcism, though
they would use different terms to describe the event. Exorcism has shown itself to be quite
uncertain, at best.”
“I understand.” So, fine. Nothing to be nervous about at all,
Harry thought with an inner wince.
“Professor Snape, do you think that since we’ll
be going through this together, and it’s kind of a big thing, do you think you
could call me Harry?”
Snape’s spine
stiffened and his eyes narrowed.
“No, I could not.”
Harry pressed, “But,”
only to be interrupted.
“We have been forced
together by necessity, nothing more.
We are not friends.”
“But we could
be.”
“Mr. Potter.” The tone
dried up any other argument Harry might have been considering. Snape stood,
forcing his chair back noisily. “It
is out of the question. I am going
for a walk. I suggest you take the
rest of the day to prepare and compose yourself. We will set out just before
dusk.”
With that the tall man
swept from the room, dramatic even without his robes. Harry’s brain was ambushed by the way
Snape’s dark jeans clung to his thighs. As the door slammed, he groaned and lay
his head down on the table. The two
of them had been forced together by necessity quite a bit over the last few
years and were getting to know each other well, Harry thought. So why then, when Harry wanted more, was
Snape, Severus, he corrected
himself, so resistant to even admitting friendship?
The more Harry got to
know the older wizard, the more attractive he was. The striking
appearance, the depth of knowledge, the bravery, the maturity and experience,
the biting humour, and not least the magical power. Scintillating,
exciting, sensual power.
Harry was very aware of
the allure of magical power. It
explained in part Voldemort’s success in seducing
otherwise rational people to his service, including Snape. And why
Dumbledore also attracted so many followers, including
Snape.
Harry had been told that his own magical power had the potential to equal
or surpass that of Voldemort some day, which explained
why there was no lack of people vying to get into Harry’s bed.
So why was it that the
more they got to know each other, the more formal and distant Snape became with Harry, except for the occasional moment of
humour or camaraderie? He
knew that Snape liked him. He knew it. Unless that was it: Snape was
afraid of being influenced by another powerful wizard. Harry wished the man he admired would
trust him not to use the power against him.
Harry spent most of the
day walking the shoreline, thinking philosophical thoughts about the fragility
of human life, how very much he wanted to live and who he wanted to live
with.
~~**~~
Light was beginning to
fade as the pair left the B&B, each carrying a small bag. They headed south along the road,
through a metal gate and onto a dirt track that narrowed as they headed up into
the hills. Harry was glad for his
Wellie boots as they slogged through the damp bog,
being bleated at occasionally by sheep.
Soon they were out of sight of any habitation.
Just as it was becoming
difficult to see in the dark, they topped a ridge and stopped.
Snape declared,
“We’re here.”
Harry looked around,
wondering how he could tell. The
only landmark was a small stone structure, no more than a metre high, that on closer inspection turned out to be a fire
cairn. Snape laid kindling and sticks inside and started a
fire. When it was roaring, he
brought a bottle out of his bag and poured the contents on the flames. It was a potion that would assure the
fire burned all night without having to add more wood.
Then Snape sat on a low rock and said, “Well, you might as well
settle in, Potter. We won’t start
until near midnight.”
“Midnight? It’s barely half four now! That’s a long time to sit on a Scottish
hillside in late December.”
The answer was
droll. “Yes, it is. But it would have been a bit difficult
to find this exact spot with torches, wouldn’t it? Sit down and stop
whinging.”
Harry frowned and looked
around. It appeared that Snape had found the only dry seating available. He made sure his coat covered his arse
and sat down on a hummock that only squished slightly, near the other man. He grumbled to himself about his wet
bum, growling stomach and the ‘we’ll fast before the ritual’ part of the plan,
while being grateful that at least the weather was mild. They would have been up there in a gale,
needs be, but that would have been even less fun.
Then Harry started to
notice something. Outside the
crescent of light cast by the fire cairn, the night was pitch black, except for
flickering points of light in the distance that definitely weren’t houses. One to the north on
Iona, three in the direction of
“What are those
lights? Do you
know?”
“It’s Winter
Solstice.” Snape answered.
“Christianity may have conquered, but the old ways haven’t died out
entirely. We won’t be the only ones
observing the longest night tonight.”
He pointed to the blaze farther up the island. “That is Dun Auchabhaich, the hill above the Abby. It’s more commonly used because it’s
easier to get to. We’re on Cnoc Druidean, Druids’
Hill.
Harry wondered, “Are they
muggles or wizards?”
“Muggles, probably. There was a time when our two worlds
weren’t divided. Some muggles remember that.”
Interesting. “Do you think…”
“Potter!”
“Right, sorry, shutting
up now.”
Harry sat still for a
while and was rewarded by the clouds clearing, revealing a sky awash in
twinkling stars. The majesty was
humbling, and he found it hard not to credit the concept of Cosmic Magic,
distant though it may be.
Getting fidgety, Harry
stood up and walked around – inspecting the fire, venturing into the darkness,
always circling around Snape as though he were
magnetized. Eventually he pulled a
thermos out of his bag and sat down near Snape, closer
this time. They shared hot
peppermint tea, both drinking out of the thermos lid. Snape grunted
his thanks for the refreshment.
Harry was huddled in his
coat, just starting to nod off, when Snape announced,
“It’s time.”
Instantly awake and with
butterflies jumping in his stomach, Harry got to his feet. His mouth fell open as Snape calmly started to remove his clothes. He’d known this was going to happen, but
it was still a shock. He’d never
seen Snape in anything less than bulky, concealing
clothing. Well, except for the time
his professor had been shirtless after a battle, but Harry had been afraid the
man was bleeding to death, so it didn’t count. Now that chest was bare and long fingers
were unbuttoning form-fitting denim.
Harry’s eyes were drawn to the dusting of hair marred by scattered
scars.
“Potter. Hurry up. I don’t want to have to stand around
waiting while you catch up.”
“Right.”
Harry pulled off his coat
and laid it on the ground. Then he
carefully stacked each piece of clothing on top of it until he was starkers, toes freezing in the damp
peat.
Snape barely looked
at him, which was just as well considering how much his manhood had retracted
due to the cold. The older wizard
proceeded to set out the few accoutrements they would be using in the
ritual. A large chunk of quartz, a
stick of incense, a jar of wine, and the fire itself completed the
arrangement.
“Are you ready,
Potter?”
Harry forced himself to
stop rubbing his arms and stand up straighter, facing Snape across the circle. “Yes, sir. Just like we
practiced.”
“Very
well.” Snape paused
and looked at Harry now. Really looked at him.
“This will work,” he said.
“When this is over, you will be free to fulfil your destiny. Your destiny, Potter,
not Voldemort’s. Whatever happens, know that your friends
are very proud of you.”
Harry stared in
shock. Snape had never said anything like that to him before, but
just the same, he thought it was the taciturn man’s only way of saying that he,
himself, was proud of Harry.
He stuttered in response,
“Uh, you too,” then cursed himself for his lack of eloquence. Snape nodded
at him anyway, seeming to understand.
Then the older wizard
closed his eyes and started to chant.
The tone started out low, deeper than Harry could ever have hoped to
go. Snape’s rich voice seemed to drop straight down into the
rock beneath their feet. As the
sound lightened and rose, Harry began to add the counterpart as he had been
instructed.
The language was older
even than the Gallic spoken in the region.
Harry had been taught a rough translation so that the words would be
infused with meaning as he spoke them, not just sound, but it was all deeply
foreign to anything he’d known before.
The magic they were conjuring this night involved no wand waving, no
spell or potion. It went beyond
that. It was a magic that came from
within; within himself and within the Earth.
He began to feel it
almost immediately. While he and
Snape had heard each other’s parts practiced, they had
carefully not done it together to avoid invoking the mystery too soon. Nevertheless, their voices now blended
perfectly and it seemed that the world around them responded. The ground, the air, the stars, even the
sea below them were resonating, almost speaking along with them in a whispered
echo.
Harry saw the other man
open his arms outward, exposing his vulnerable body and calling the power to
him. It came. Or as Snape
had said, it revealed its presence.
A glow began to form between them, growing until it was roughly their
size, and Snape signalled that the chant would end at
the next stanza.
When quiet fell, the glow
remained. Snape spoke the ritual words in English.
“Thanks be to the Earth for hearing us. Thanks be to
the Sky for hearing us. With
humility we ask for your help. With
respect we ask for your help.
Brother Sky, Sister Earth, be one with us.”
Snape’s voice was
like silk, like chocolate, like sex.
Harry couldn’t have refused him anything in that moment. In fact he felt a stir of arousal, which
he valiantly tried to ignore.
Then Harry heard a
woman’s voice. He didn’t know if it
was a real sound, or just in his head, but it was clear.
“Children of the Earth
and Sky, we hear you. We hear your
intention. You wish to release the
darkness that binds you.”
Snape, who apparently also
heard the voice, answered, “Yes.”
The glow in front of them
began to shift, coalescing into a solid form. Harry saw a woman appear. She was naked and gloriously beautiful,
with a mane of auburn hair falling around her shoulders. She turned to look at Harry and her eyes
were cloudy grey, the colour of the sea under stormy skies. Harry saw her standing there, but at the
same time he knew that there was no woman in front of him. It was just a way for his mind to
interpret and deal with what it was experiencing. He decided it didn’t matter. Whatever she was, he loved her
instantly.
Her head turned to gaze
at Snape.
She said, “It is much that you ask.
It is a strong force that binds you. What would you say if we could help only
one, and not the other?”
Snape spoke without
hesitation. “Then help the
boy. He is the champion of the
Light. He will be the one to
protect the world of man from the darkness that threatens. He is needed.”
Harry opened his mouth to
protest that no, it was Snape who was needed
more. That his knowledge and skills
were what would defeat the darkness.
But her eyes met his once more and he was frozen in
place.
She said, “As you wish,”
and raised her hand.
It seemed to Harry that
he was surrounded by a dense fog, like moisture suspended in air was brushing
his skin, seeping into his lungs, making it hard to breathe. He was completely under the control of
something outside himself, something he didn’t understand. Fear flashed through him at the awful
sensation.
Then it was as though he
heard a pop in his head and the constriction began to ease. As control started to return his panic
subsided, but was replaced by profound lassitude. He didn’t have the energy even to keep
himself on his feet and he crumpled to the ground bonelessly.
Forcing his eyes open,
Harry saw Snape take a step forward, then stop as the
woman said, “Fear not. Harry is
fine.” She turned to gaze at him
where he lay on the ground. When
she smiled, Harry suddenly felt much better. Much, much,
better. He felt light, like
he could fly without a broom. He
got to his knees, but found that his body wasn’t responding with a coordination
that matched his mood. It wobbled
awkwardly, and he sat down abruptly, a grin stretched across his
face.
Snape watched him
with his customary intensity, then sighed and nodded. He said softly, “Thanks be to the Earth and Sky for releasing him. The world of man thanks you for your
gift.”
The woman turned back to
Snape.
“And what of you, Severus?”
The other wizard looked
confused. “Me? The boy was the important one. He is the one who will right what is
wrong.”
The stranger nodded. “Yes. Harry is mostly Light and is a counter and balance to this Tom Riddle, who is
mostly Dark. He will play an
important role in determining the path of the humans who live on this part of
the world. This is pleasing. But what of
you? Do you wish to be
released from the Darkness as well?”
Snape bowed his
head, but the woman reached out and lifted his chin with her finger tips. When their eyes met, he said, “Yes, I
would be freed if it were possible.”
She stroked his cheek
gently. “Severus, you don’t understand, do you? Yes, this young man is bright and strong
and helps to balance Light and Dark in the world. But one such as you is even more blessed
of Earth and Sky. Do you know
why?”
Snape stared at her
with wide eyes, looking impossibly young all of the sudden. He shook his head. “No.”
“You, child, do not
balance Light and Dark in the external world. You have the infinitely more difficult
and rewarding fate of balancing the Light and Dark within yourself. Both are strong, so strong in you. For you it is a choice which shall
reign, and not an easy one. What
you choose touches us, Earth and Sky, so much more deeply. Do you choose the Light, Severus?”
As Harry watched, the
older man gasped and let it out, gathering himself to
speak.
“Yes. I choose the Light. Will you help me?”
“All will help you, but
it is something that you must do mostly for yourself.” She motioned to Harry. “This man was bound to the Darkness
through no conscious decision of his own.
It was not difficult to break the tie to Riddle. But you, Severus, chose to accept the Dark authority with full
knowledge of its consequences. It
is deeply woven into your soul.
There are steps you must take to release yourself.”
Harry climbed to his
feet, feeling more steady now if not exactly strong,
and followed the conversation with fascination.
Snape was totally
focused on the woman. “What must I
do? I will do anything to be free
of this horror.”
Her expression was softly
affectionate. “It is so simple and
yet so difficult. You must accept
yourself. You must care for
yourself enough to open to others and let them see you. Only by ceasing to hide, will that which
you conceal be banished. Can you
trust that you are good enough, that you are lovable enough to let others into
your soul, to see yourself as a gift to others and the
world?”
He looked unsure. “I…”
The woman gestured toward
Harry, extending a hand gracefully.
“Can you show yourself to him?”
As Severus met his eyes, Harry felt his heart expand in his
chest. He silently willed his
friend, his teacher, maybe more, to say yes. To say yes to
Harry. To
trust him, to let Harry know him.
He wanted it so badly, for both of them.
Severus hesitated,
fear battling with longing on his face.
Harry thought,
please.
Please.
Severus opened his
mouth, and the words sounded choked.
“I can’t.”
Harry wanted to cry out
in denial.
The mysterious woman
touched Severus’ arm. “Why?”
“Because..,” the man
struggled, his desolate eyes drinking Harry in, “because I am
tainted. He is so beautiful and pure. To show myself to him would be to sully
him. I would rather
die.”
Her voice was sad and
gentle. “That is one possible
outcome tonight. But what you say
is only true in your beliefs. Harry
doesn’t find you tainted. Nor do
we. If you
can release that belief, you can be free.
Severus. Hear us.” Snape tore his
attention away from Harry and turned to her. “If you can release that belief, you can
be free. The decision is
yours. There is still much to do
and little time left to us on this plane.
Look to the one you love.
See the love and decide. Do
you accept yourself? Do you accept
him? You must decide
now.”
Severus looked again
to Harry, and the anguish on his face brought tears to Harry’s eyes. How could Severus not see the beauty in himself? How could he not see what a gift he
would be to Harry?
After several tense
moments, during which Harry once again found it impossible to breathe, the other
man’s shoulders sagged and his face softened. At first Harry feared that it was in
resignation, but it wasn’t. It was
in acceptance.
Severus said quietly,
“Yes, I will trust him. I will
trust him to see me and not be damaged.
I will let it go.”
Before Harry could whoop
for joy, a bright light shot away from the woman and surrounded Severus. Unlike
Harry’s experience, what was happening to Severus was
obviously painful. He screamed and
dropped to his knees, his head thrown back, face contorted in
agony.
Harry stared, confused
and afraid. The woman looked toward
him and said evenly, “It is a very difficult thing Severus is trying to do. Few have succeeded. None have succeeded without help. Will you help him? Will you be his champion as he fights
with the Darkness in himself?”
Harry spoke for the first
time since the being had appeared.
His voice was rough and sounded strange in his own ears. “Yes. Anything. What can I do?”
“Just stay with him and
hold him. Your soul knows
how.”
Looking toward Severus, desperate to ease his torment, Harry opened himself
without moving physically. He felt
a part of himself rush across the space that separated
them and surround the other man. He
gave himself to Severus. At first there was resistance, but
slowly he felt them melting together, merging, knowing each other. Harry couldn’t measure the passage of
time. The experience was nothing
his rational mind could describe or even understand. It was a relaxing. A feeling of
‘yes’.
Eventually the tension
eased. The pain faded. The light around Severus’ kneeling form disappeared, and so did the
woman. They were once again on a
Scottish hilltop, in the middle of the night, in late December,
naked.
Harry stumbled forward
and caught Severus’ body as it toppled over. He wrapped his arms around the other
man, holding Severus’ warmth to his chest. He was starting to shiver, and Severus seemed to be unconscious,
but for the moment Harry was happy.
So happy.
Everything was going to be all right.
Severus was several
inches taller than Harry, and for all his thinness not
light, but Harry pulled him closer to the still blazing fire cairn. Having no other choice, he laid his
precious burden down on the ground for as long as it took to gather up their
clothes and grab their bags. He
wrestled Severus’ clothes onto his unresponsive body,
his socks, his boots and then, his strength waning as
the night’s activities caught up with him, Harry pulled his own clothing
on. He was fading fast, but there
was no way he was going to let them die of exposure after all they’d just been
through. And considering all they
had to look forward to.
Dropping to the ground as
close to the fire as he could safely get, Harry pulled Severus on top of him and passed out.
~~**~~
Stars were still visible
but the sky had lightened to a dark blue when Harry opened his eyes, so he knew
it must be morning. Probably eight o’clock at least. The longest night of the year had
passed.
The fire was out and the
damp had soaked all the way through Harry’s clothes along his back and legs,
which wasn’t comfortable, but his teeth were only chattering a little.
Severus had fared
better, laying mostly on top of Harry. He responded to a light shaking by
opening his eyes and jerking his head up.
His face hovering over Harry’s, Severus
furrowed his brow and cocked his head curiously. He asked, “Where’s my
wand?”
Harry flung his arm out
and fumbled around until he could grab Severus’ bag
and pull it closer. Severus dug his wand out, tapped it against Harry’s shoulder
and said, “Calefacto”. Instantly, a feeling of warmth and
comfort enveloped him and Harry sighed.
“Thank
you.”
“You’re
welcome.”
Now Severus shifted himself off of Harry, grimacing as his knees
sank into the wet peat. Harry sat
up and looked expectantly at Severus, who blinked back
at him vacantly. Okay, so maybe
Severus wasn’t quite himself yet. Harry climbed to his feet, took the
other man’s hands and pulled him up as well.
Harry reached up and
cupped Severus’ cheek in the palm of his hand. The slightly stunned expression didn’t
change.
Harry stretched up on his
toes to kiss Severus lightly on the lips. The older man still seemed somewhat
bewildered.
Harry stepped closer and
wrapped his arms around Severus, leaning his head
against the strong shoulder. After
several moments, arms tentatively closed around Harry’s back, and then tightened
more confidently. They stood
together quietly for several minutes, Harry soaking in the feeling of
connection, finally. They hadn’t
gotten to thank the woman for what she’d done, but he reckoned that this was the
best thanks they could give.
After a while, Harry
stepped back, collected their ritual artefacts and Severus’ wand, stowed them in the bags, took Severus’ hand, and led him back toward the village, both of
them stumbling a bit as they navigated the rough terrain on sluggish limbs. When they reached the B&B, Harry
drew Severus inside and toward the stairs. Mrs. MacNye
stared at them wide-eyed, but didn’t say anything.
In their room Harry
helped Severus out of his clothes and under the
blankets, then stripped and joined him.
They shifted and adjusted until Severus’ head
was resting comfortably on Harry’s shoulder.
Harry asked, “Do you
remember what happened?”
He could feel Severus frown against his skin.
“I think so. Most of
it.”
“And we can talk about it
later?”
“Yes. I’ll try.”
Harry had to ask, “And
you’ll let me love you?”
“I’ll try. Don’t expect
miracles.”
Harry chuckled. “Why the bloody hell
not? I’ve just been through
one, why not another?”
Severus raised his
forearm and looked at the unblemished skin where the Dark Mark had been. Then he brushed his fingers over Harry’s
forehead, where there was no scar.
“You have a point,
Harry.”
After a quiet moment,
Harry said, “She was beautiful, wasn’t she?”
Severus lifted his
head to look at Harry.
“She?”
“Yeah. The angel, Earth Magic
being, whatever.”
Severus raised a
sceptical eyebrow. “It was a
man. A handsome,
strong man. He was
beautiful.”
Harry
smiled.
~~**~~
It was a growling
stomach, his own, that woke him next.
The sky was darkening already; they’d slept the short day away. Severus
stirred, woke and leaned up to kiss Harry.
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Then they showered and dressed and went
to see if Mrs. MacNye had any food for
them.
The next morning they
walked down to the jetty to wait for the ferry. They were going back to Hogwarts the slow way, since they didn’t yet know exactly
how the whole thing had affected their magic. Harry certainly felt different. He still had the feeling that he could
fly without his broom. He’d have to
try that out later.
People were looking at
him and Severus, but it was mostly because they were
holding hands, so he didn’t mind.
The ferry crew were wearing floppy Santa hats in honour of the holiday in
two days time. And now he knew how
to avoid nausea on the bus, and was looking forward to having a pint of
Before getting on the
boat, Harry turned, looked back over the village and up toward the Druids’
Hills. When it was all over, when
balance was restored to their world, maybe they would come back. It sort of felt like
they had family here.
End