Nothing In This World (BEING EDITED)

XXVIII.

I don't usually do little summaries for my chapters, but I really don't want Wattpad to delete my story again for no reason so here goes... This story is a Snarry mpreg fanfiction, which means men having babies. If that's not your cup of tea, then I'm sorry and you can either skip it, choose not to read it, but if it is, I hope you enjoy it. This chapter mentions blood, self-harm and under age sex. I DO NOT condone this type of behavior in real life and I find it wrong, but writing allows you to experiment and grow and some of the things I write about Harry and Snape are situations I've been through. Everything about Harry and Snape's magical bond will be explained and it will all make sense. Again I just want to reiterate that I DO NOT condone underage sex of any kind whether someone is old enough to consent or not. It's wrong!! I would like to say thank you to my friend Sam for helping me with this. It's a little longer than we wanted but I'm happy with the way it turned out. I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you for allowing me to use some of the dialogue.

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Chapter XXVIII: Together or Not at All
WARNING: Strong Language, mentions of blood, mentions self harm, and underage sex.

When Harry came to a few hours later he was told that Snape had woken up and was no longer in critical condition. Harry stumbled into the hospital wing and rushed to Snape's bedside. His professor was on his back eyes open as he searched around the room. Their eyes met for a brief moment and Harry couldn't help but smile.

"He's going to need a lot of rest, Harry, his magic is even weaker now that he helped find the truth about Crouch's son." Professor McGonagall said to him Thursday evening. "I'm surprised he's still holding on. Usually with this type of attack the person would've died."

Harry nods placing his none injured hand on Snape's pale fingers. He knew that his professor was only alive because of their magic and shared bond. He had to believe that Snape would get better and if the man didn't, well there was no point for him to be alive. "I need him to get better, Professor, I can't live without him."

"I pray to Merlin that you won't have to live without him, Harry." The Gryffindor head of house said folding her arms in front of her. "Perhaps he'll heal faster in the privacy of his own chambers."

Harry doesn't say anything and sits there watching the potions professor sleep. His breathing is still very shallow but Harry is relieved every time the man's chest falls and rises. The bell for dinner rang and he felt Professor McGonagall's hand on his shoulders. "You best be off, I'll stay with him until you return from dinner."

"Please don't make me leave him again, Professor. I would not be able to live with myself if something happened to him and I wasn't here." Harry did not want to leave but felt better that his head of house was there. He was just happy that Severus was no longer in a coma and was resting peacefully. "His magic is still weak and the only way he gets relief from the pain is if I'm here with him." He tried to argue but McGonagall gave him a stern look.

"He'll still be here once you return, Harry."

As soon as Harry stood up, Snape's eyes popped open. Looking down Harry smiled gently those dark eyes meeting his once more. "I'll be back later, I promise." He gave a quick peck to the man's lips and offered a small smile.

Snape actually believed him and weakly smiled back. He felt Harry's hand squeeze gently onto his own before it was gone. He didn't know what he felt right now but it was good- despite the fact that he felt like complete and utter shit, he was good and so was Harry. He could see MInerva giving him her usual smirk when she saw him and Harry together, but he didn't have the will or the strength to tell her off about it. He had to pick hid battles wisely. He just closed his eyes again so he wouldn't have to suffer that look on her face.