TITLE: Hate & Love - Chapter 2/?
CHAPTER: Awakenings
AUTHOR: Teigra
E-MAIL: teigra_kefira@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Harry/Severus
SERIES: Back-story to 'White Tigers and Golden Dragons'
ARCHIVE: my Diary, this archive and anywhere else that people want it, just ask first.
CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 (for now)
SUMMARY: Severus Snape saves Harry from the Dursleys
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them... She does *points to JKR* and I am making no money from this, I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: I have a wonderful new beta reader who was wonderful enough to to go over this for me. [hugs Markus a whole lot] Thank you hun.  You saved this thing from being the terror it was in grammar mistakes.  I was working on 'White Tigers and Golden Dragons' (which needs to be fixed to fit this now) when I realized I needed a back story to an upcoming scene. This didn't turn out anything like I thought it would...yet once I started writing, it just wrote itself.

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"Come on Potter, wake up!" Ok, so I'm fed up, we've been here for five days all ready and one can only handle the sound of ones own voice for so long.

"...ust 'ive 'inutes 'on" Well, isn't he eloquent in the morning?

"Mr Potter, I will not give you five minutes as you have so eloquently asked for. Get up!" Well that did the trick, I do not believe I have ever seen his eyes so wide. Yet he shouldn't move so quickly. "Mr Potter, what I meant was wake up. You must stay still. You have had several broken ribs, a broken arm, both of your legs have been fractured and you've been unconscious for several days. Although most of your injuries have been healed, your muscles need time to readjust to your new bones. I had to re-grow most of them. Your assessment of your condition was fairly accurate as of your birthday, however you have several internal injuries that were not treated in a timely fashion and now must heal with only small interspaced bouts of magic to speed the natural healing process along."

"P...professor Snape?"

"Yes," eloquent and states the obvious, what great company I am going to have for the next three weeks.

"What... where... how... did you..?"

"Well Potter, it seems we are going to have some wonderful conversations. Where should I start? What? I'll take that as to be what's going on?" Good, add the sarcasm, the dark look and don't quite look him in those delectable emerald eyes. "It seems that the wards around your home were weakening. Since I was the only teacher within the school, Dumbledore asked me, much to my dismay, to bring you here. So now, you and I, are stuck here, for the rest of the summer."

"Oh," He didn't need to sound so dejected.

"As for where, I don't know. It's better that way."

"Unh..." OK, this is just going downhill.

"How? Portkey." I've never seen him that shade of white, I hope he doesn't get sick; I don't want to clean it up. "And did I? I suppose you mean the letter?" There is a nod, that if I hadn't been watching for, I would have missed. "Yes, I read it, seeing as it *was* addressed to me." From white to red in .5 seconds, I really must explore this.

"Now Mr Potter, I have a few questions of my own that I would like answered. You can make it easy and answer truthfully the first time, or do it the hard way and I'll get the Veritaserum. You do remember what Veritaserum does don't you? Not that I wouldn't mind finding out all your little secrets." Well that did it, he's quite pale again. Was I ever that open with my facial expressions?

"Y...yes sir, I remember. I'll answer," Good answer.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit sir."

"Specifically?" Am I going to have to drag it out of him after all?

"My legs feel like someone's driven stakes through them. It didn't hurt this much when the Basilisk sunk its fang in my leg." Why didn't the old man tell me he had been bitten? "My left arm feels completely useless, but I can wiggle my fingers so it can't be that bad. My head hurts and I'm missing four teeth. And..." he squirms a bit, winces and doesn't raise his eyes from the blanket.

"And what Mr Potter? I can not treat you if I do not know what is the problem."

"It's not important." I almost didn't hear him he mumbled it so quietly.

"Shall I go get the Veritaserum, Mr Potter? I have just brewed a fresh batch." That is another interesting shade of red, "Or, shall we continue? If something is causing you pain, then it must be taken care of. Until classes start in three weeks, it's just you and I. So I am your doctor and I will do everything I can to get you better, before classes start. Or do you want Dumbledore to know what happened now?"

"You're not going to tell?"

"You asked."

"Thank you sir." Harry sagged into the bed.

No one should look that grateful to have this kept quiet. "Now, and what?"

"Um... well..." He blushed, "you see... well... I think something got hurt when... ah... you know..."

He has pulled the blanket over his head. "Potter, you are not a child, quit acting like one. I know what?"

"Sir," well at least he's brought it down to his chin, "you really won't tell anyone?"

"No, Potter, I will not tell anyone. This will stay between you and I." What is it with the boy? It can't be that bad.

"And you won't hurt them?"

"No," not yet. Not until I know exactly what I'm doing it for first.

"Vernon thought he'd give me a birthday present I wouldn't forget." He crossed his good arm protectively across his chest.

"And that was?"

"He some how found out that I fancied guys and decided to show me why it was wrong. Do you understand now?"

"Yes, unfortunately I do." I won't hurt him. No, I'll kill the bloody fucking bastard. He won't hurt when I kill him.

No one dare violate my mate in such a way. None may violate my mate in *any* way.



Chapter Three