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“I want to see him now!” Severus demanded, moving forward to Gryffindor Tower.

“I’ve told you Severus, he’s asleep!” Minerva yelled after him, just missing the trick step on the staircase.

“I don’t care. It’s been three days. I just want to make sure he’s alright.” Severus croaked as his voice lost its momentum.

Surprising everyone, Severus had been found by the Malfoy’s and Miss Granger. After giving Harry his memories, Severus had gone into a stasis sleep. He had performed the charm just before giving the memories to Harry, praying Harry would get the right ones.

When Lucius had realised what had happened, he transported Severus to Madam Pomfrey, who was able to give Severus the anti-dote to Nagini’s venom and blood replenishing potions for the loss of blood, sealing the wound as best she could. It would, however leave a very prominent scar, one to rival even Harry’s.

Catching Severus up, Minerva gently laid her hand on Severus’ arm, “Severus, Poppy told you, he’s in a healing sleep. Only waking to use the toilet and eat whatever Kreacher has left him.”

Shaking Minerva’s arm off, Severus continued to his destination. “I don’t care. I need to see for myself.”

“What about Kingsley? He wanted to see you when you left the Infirmary.”

“If Kingsley wants to know what happened, he can go look at the memories. I assume Potter left them in Albus’ Pensieve.” Severus replied scathingly, not really caring what Kingsley wanted, his only concern at that moment being Harry.

Shaking her head, knowing further argument would be pointless and besides they’d reached the portrait door, Minerva bid the Fat Lady to open up. Minerva was the only one to have access to Gryffindor Tower being its Head. The passwords had still not been reinstated after the Final Battle. Minerva was glad as this gave Harry the time alone to recover. The Weasley’s were not happy about being denied him, but Minerva and Poppy had insisted. Severus would be the first to see him in three days. And Severus wasn’t really well himself, the silly man.

“I want to go up alone.” Severus voice cracked again, that damn snake damaging his voice.

Again not bothering to argue the point, Minerva sighed. “Fine. I’ll go back down and direct Kingsley to the memories. But don’t be too long, otherwise Poppy will be up here looking for you.” With that Minerva, in a most amusing imitation of Severus, swept out of the common room and back down the staircase, robes flowing behind her.

Severus headed for the stairs to the dormitories, anxious to see Harry again. When they told him Harry was alive, Severus at first didn’t believe them. He had been told by Albus that Harry would not likely survive, Severus was pleased Harry had proved him wrong, again.

Opening the door to what would have been the seventh year dormitory, Severus stopped just inside the door. On the second bed to the left, Harry was sound asleep. Evidence of a half eaten sandwich and a glass of water showed Severus, that yes Harry had indeed been waking at intervals as Minerva said.

Severus moved round the beds and just stared. Harry was curled on one side, his right arm flung over the covers. His hair as messy as always. The lines under his eyes still prominent but colour had reappeared into his cheeks. Severus just wanted him to open those eyes, then he would know Harry was alright.

Whispering ‘Engorgio’ at the bed, the bed silently expanded so that Severus was able to lie down next to Harry. Slipping off his robe, Severus laid down behind Harry, pulling him carefully into his arms. Feeling quite exhausted from his jaunt from the Infirmary to Gryffindor Tower, Severus sank blissfully into sleep.

~*~

Several hours later, Severus awoke aware of someone scrutinising him. Opening his eyes, Severus stared into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen.

“Hi.” Harry whispered tentatively.

“Hello.” Severus returned.

“I thought you were dead.” Harry’s face screwed up in a frown.

“You think a bloody great snake is going to stop me?” Severus smirked, the question left hanging as they both perused each other.

Harry gently lifted one hand to Severus cheek and stroked lovingly. “I never thought I would see you again.”

“Likewise.” Severus replied his own hand now in Harry’s hair, stroking soothing circles, making the messy hair even messier.

“So?”

“So.”

Laughing Harry ran his finger down Severus’ nose, “Now what?”

“Well, I have to get completely better, battle the Wizengamot for my freedom and then we can see.” Severus’ reached across and kissed Harry’s nose.

“I can help with that.” Harry told him solemnly.

“I fully expect you too.” Severus replied, a gentle smile crossing his face.

“Time to get up then?” Harry stated untangling himself from Severus.

“Time to get up.” Severus agreed, not really wishing too but knowing Minerva wouldn’t be able to keep the world at bay much longer.

Getting out of bed, Severus reached for his robe, muttering a ‘Scourgify’ at himself making the clothes he slept in appear more presentable. He watched as Harry donned his own clothes and glasses.

“OK, I’m ready” Harry grinned.

“Then let’s go face our future.” Severus took Harry’s hand, as he led him down to the common room, out the portrait door and into their future together.