Blood Stones (Snarry)

Half Alive

Harry was feeling... odd. He was dreaming he sat on their repaired couch in the living room, with a crime show on. Severus hadn't noticed him. He got an impish grin and breathed a low breath on his ear, reaching and touching his hair when he realized he could move. He felt him shudder, but he didn't turn to look at him. He pouted but plopped himself down on the other's lap.

"Hey Severus!" he laughed, loving how free he felt while moving.

"It worked!" He was so excited, he felt fine... better than actually.

He kissed Severus' lips and clung to him only to have him stand up and look at him wide-eyed as he fell on the floor.

"What the hell? That hurt!" he said.

"Severus? Are you okay?" he asked softly, reaching his hand out.

Severus had been on the couch, minding his own business when Harry came in suddenly, throwing himself into his lap... at least it looked like Harry, but he looked dead. The encounter in itself startled him and he stood up abruptly, nearly throwing Harry onto the floor. Strange. With caution, he walked forward and reached out his hand straight for the man's chest.

"Severus what's wro-" he stopped mid-sentence as Snape's hand went through him.

He was shocked to find when he looked down, he could see right through his body. Snape rushed upstairs, panicked as he thought something with the potion must have gone wrong, only to find a sleeping Harry, fully flushed, breathing and warm in the bed. He turned around to look at the apparition.

"Interesting... How do I know you are in fact Harry Potter and not an imposter?"

Harry seemed to be fighting a bit of panic, a panic that struck Severus in a wave. the feeling didn't come from the sleeping form but from the apparition. Not only that but it was also far stronger than most of Harry's emotions, the odd spirit seeming incapable of hiding them even minorly compared to the full-bodied Harry Potter. Even as he fought the panic, a harsh stinging in his scar was growing, the body on the bed groaning at the same time as he. The curse branding seemed to be fighting the potion.

"If I wasn't Harry-" he said rubbing his forehead aggressively like when he used to get headaches in school.

"I wouldn't know your nose whistles when you sleep."

Severus pondered for a moment before stepping forward at the phantom, who looked up at his lips. He kissed him before pulling back.

"It's not that loud..." he said with a frown.

He examined Harry's living body carefully, noting the time, 10 pm. Harry's knee and elbow had returned to their original shape, though the bone would still be soft, his scars were gone... all but one. Snape moved the hair from the man's forehead revealing the scar there which was nearly glowing white. He wasn't sure how, but Harry seemed to be having some kind of out of body experience. It seemed no coincidence that he was a ghost, and his scar was glowing... they must be correlated.

"Have you ever done this before? Do you feel different? Did you know you were doing this?" He placed back and forth thinking of the possibilities.

"Maybe try to return to your body and see what happens?"

"I don't know." he answered, fiddling with his hands as his head ached harshly.

"I used to get these... dreams. I was seeing things I wasn't there to witness back in my school years. Each time it happened I had a horrible burning feeling coming from my scar. That's why Dumbledore had you teach me occlumency." he explained.

Was Voldemort back? Or was it simply his scar? it was clear the apparition didn't know how to hide his feelings without a physical form, his longing for Severus's comfort calling to the phantom as clearly as him holding his arms out and flexing his fingers. He approached the body, his body, slowly, watching his face contort in the looks of one in a nightmare. He glanced at Severus trying to figure out what to do exactly.