|bertas (bertas) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2009-11-26 21:22:00
|Entry tags:||drabble, event: kink!night, member: bertas, pairing: severus/harry, rating: pg|
Fulfilled Promises by BertaS
Title: Fulfilled Promises
Pairing: Severus and Harry
Word Count: 500 +
Warnings: AU – I would warn for creepy stalker-ness but I don’t want to influence your interpretation – Torina safe – Krishna safe
Summary: Severus fulfills his promise to Lily.
A/N: A late entry for Severus *Sighs* kink night Nov. 2009. The Prompts I used were in Harry’s bedroom at the Dursleys, red and somnophilia. I do not own any anything you may recognize.
When I found out that my best friend’s sister had custody of the boy, I worried. I knew how cruel the woman was as a child and could not help but feel a pressing need to check on the boy, to see with my own eyes that he was healthy and happy.
That was how it started. It had taken some time to find the house. When I did, I at first only watched. But there were times I would not see the boy. I had to know, had to see him. I had made a promise and I would see it fulfilled.
I broke into the house one night and found the boy asleep in a cupboard. I almost stole him then. But I had examined the wards and knew that alarms would sound if I forcefully removed the boy from the house or if I entered with intent to harm.
I came back often, healing the small bumps and bruises a small boy receives. Once even growing the boy’s hair back after witnessing the brutal way it had been cut off. Many times over the years I visited the house, but only when the boy was sleeping.
Then the boy had come to Hogwarts. It nearly tore my heart out to have to be so cruel when I knew how hard the boy’s life already was, but there was no other option. Despite my treatment, the boy blossomed, became a teen and I could no longer think of him as a boy. I should have stopped my nighttime visits then, but I didn’t, I couldn’t.
Now I stand in his small room at the hated house watching him sleep. I have to be so much more careful now as he is a light sleeper. His reflexes rival my own, and I have witnessed him wake with wand in hand and a hex on his lips. I am aware of the danger I am in should he catch me.
My hand slowly traces his outline mere centimeters above the thin red blanket that barely covers his near naked form. I can feel the heat of his body. I want so much to touch but know I can’t. It would wake him, and I can’t risk that. He hates me after all, blames me for things I have and have not done. It doesn’t matter, not now. This is his last summer here and it is almost over. He has completed his task. He managed to kill Voldemort this past spring.
I know that when he finishes Hogwarts I will no longer be able to see him like this. No longer be needed to stand watch as he sleeps. I almost wish he would wake but he doesn’t.