SECRET ( Drarry fanfiction)

Chapter 21

Harry slammed into Grimmauld Place and Winky popped into the hall. "This way," she said, hurrying up the stairs.

He followed her up and into one of the bedrooms. He took little notice of the room itself, his eyes immediately drawn to the figure sitting on the edge of the bed. He noted absently that it was a damned good thing he wasn't squeamish at the site of blood, because there was blood everywhere. The fact that there was so much of it, though, was scaring the hell out of him.

"Potter," Snape snarled, glaring at him.

"What happened?" Harry asked, hurrying over and ignoring the warning.

"Get out of here, Potter," Snape ordered, not answering Harry's question.

Harry didn't miss Snape's ashen appearance or his obvious weakness. He ignored the shock of seeing Snape without his robes, wearing only trousers. The condition of the man's bare chest and back was far more shocking.

"You're hurt," Harry snapped. "I'm the only one you've got here, so you're just going to have to put up with me."

"I will be fine," Snape ground out. "I do not need you here."

Harry ignored him. "What happened?" he asked again, studying the wounds across Snape's chest. The man had obviously been trying to clean them up, but more blood was oozing from the wounds. It looked like some had already been healed, considering the blood patterns.

He pulled his wand and crouched down before Snape.

"What are you doing?" Snape asked, eyes narrowed.

"I'm going to help heal these," Harry said absently.

"Have you been healing others tonight?" Snape asked sharply.

Harry glanced up, realizing that Snape was eyeing his blood-stained clothes critically.

"Yes," Harry said warily. He did not want to argue about the use of the spell right now. Snape desperately needed healing, whether he wanted Harry's help or not.

"I gather you can use the spell on yourself – which is good to know – but you're weakening with all the blood loss," he said. "It'll be faster if I do it, and you're not going to be able to reach your back, anyway."

He lifted his wand, but his wrist was suddenly grasped. Harry looked up at Snape questioningly. Snape gazed at him intently, seeming to be searching for something. Harry figured he must have found what he was searching for because Snape gave a slight nod and released his wrist without a word.

Harry focused on the wounds again, and started to guide his wand along them. Winky brought fresh water and towels and he would pause to wash away some of the blood. Snape continued to watch intently, but didn't comment or interfere. He only stopped Harry once when he reached for his pouch of potions and, selecting a couple of them, he drank them quickly.

As the flesh was slowly knitting together on Snape's chest and abdomen, Harry climbed onto the bed so he could start on his back. He winced, noticing that the long lashes were even deeper. Putting his concentration to the task, he began the process of healing them.

"Potter," Snape said weakly. Harry paused before starting on the next slash.

"Yes?" Harry asked softly, noticing that Snape was swaying slightly.

"Need to lie down," Snape murmured.

Harry honestly had trouble believing Snape had lasted as long as he had. He moved quickly off the bed. He noted that Snape's chest had healed completely now and moved to help the man lie down on his front. Snape had to have been doing badly because he allowed Harry's help without protest.