Save me (Severitus)

Chapter 6

Snape's POV
We finally got the okay from the Ministry, which took a lot of convincing from Albus. I guess no matter what, the greasy dungeon bat must be contained, he must never be happy. Maybe I'm pessimistic, maybe I'm right, but I always feel used. I guess taking Harry in is the first thing I've ever demanded in a while, and honestly I don't know why. I would like to think I did it for Lily, or that I did it because I too was abused, but in truth that child looked as broken as I felt. For a while I felt numb, doing things for a legacy (how Slytherin of me). I probably would've stayed numb and only felt hate, a need to prove a legacy and my need to continue doing my job. Now I have a child I must take care of, a innocent person, just Harry not a Golden Boy not the "Chosen one", no he was just Harry. All of these emotions were suppressed and now feeling them so strong, is odd. I'm assuming Harry has only felt survival and pain, he can recognize love, I'm assuming because his aunt and uncle loved their whale child. All these thoughts are driving me insane, I'm a collected man, broken down so now I rise with wisdom and education, but no matter what Albus will always have more wisdom. All of this emotion and this lack of knowledge is driving me insane, I want answers to questions that only time can tell.

    All in all I'm now Harry's guardian and I have to raise him for the rest of the summer, and help him during the school year. Seeing as school let out a week ago I had three months to prepare him and help him, good God this is going to be hard.

    Finally after a week of him eating small amounts of food, sleeping and reading small books he was discharged from the Infirmary. I had decided on living in a cabin past the Forbidden Forest where the trees cleared and there was a lake with plenty of plants for potions around it. The cabin has two floors. The kitchen, living room and half bath are on the first floor and the second story has two bedrooms both with a full bath room. I decided Spinner's End wasn't a good home, it reminded me of Lily too much and it was nasty now that everyone left. My cabin is more like a vacation home, but the master bedroom is big enough to hold an office and potions lab, so I'm not complaining.

I mean at least I will now have an excuse not to stay with some brat children all year, I get a summer off. I guess the best means of traveling there would be apparating, I feel terrible though, children not used to apparating have extreme nausea and I hate watching it, I had to watch Draco apparate once, he was terribly dramatic but I still saw that nausea wash over. Guess I'll have to take him down to my dungeons while I pack and grab my lab supplies.

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Harry's POV
I've been let out of the infirmary and Severus told me that we must go to the dungeons to get his stuff. As we walk together I notice how it gets darker and colder, it's nice and comforting in a way, makes you appreciate the warmth even more. He suddenly stops at a painting with a dark man with a snake on his shoulder and whispers something I can't hear. Suddenly, we walk into a large room with a large table with a cauldron and... knifes.

It is indescribable my fear, I trust him but the knifes look too similar. I search for a place to run or hide, I can't find one so I slide into the corner absolutely petrified. I can hear Uncle Vernon sharping the knifes it's awful.

Suddenly the knifes are concealed and Severus walks up slowly, "It's just me child, I would never hurt you,"

I can't breathe I can't think straight too much is happening. The world is spinning and all I can think of is Vernon.

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Snape's POV
How do you comfort a traumatized 10 year-old that's having a panic attack? My best words to describe it is like "trying to pet a fish," quite blatantly.

(I'm sorry but Jenna Marbles anyone? Some OG fans my dudes)

Suddenly I realize it's the knife and with a flick of my wand they are concealed. I look down and he has tears streaming down his face. It was a absolutely pitiful sight, he was in the corner hugging his legs with a glazed look coloring his face.

"It's just me child, I would never hurt you," I said truthfully. His eyes softened but quickly went back into their doll like state. Seeing him like this was terrifying.

    I have had breakdowns in the comfort of my own dungeon, but never a panic attack, but when I was a kid I just wanted an adult to hold me.

    I crouch down and sit with a quiet thump. I pull him in to my chest and wrap my arms around him. I feel him stiffen, which makes me hold my breathe and stiffen with him. He slowly relaxes. What in the world do I do now? Well I guess moving slowly would help him feel a presence, so I start to rub slow circles into his back. I feel wetness on my shoulder, which I would normally be very disgusted by, but not now. I know he might never be the same, always haunted by those memories. I just hope I can help him, so he stays a pure and happy soul, unlike my own.

    After about half an hour he pulled off and I left wordlessly, we didn't need to say anything.

Now it's time to go home.

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Author-
Sorry I just tried to vomit out some content and I'm too lazy to read over it because I'm a grrreeeaaatt person