Shortfics Thursday, 11.24.05 - Harry Potter Shortfics
Harry Potter Shortfics
November 24th, 2005 10:53 pm
Shortfics Thursday, 11.24.05

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burdened with glorious purpose
November 25th, 2005 03:57 am (UTC)

(386 words)

The boy woke up the first time three days after the battle.

Severus pushed the brat back down against the pillows and handed him a phial. "Drink."

Those damned green eyes widened. "You--" His voice was far too weak and his cheeks were too pale and his hand trembled, sloshing the potion over the threadbare sheets.

"Oh, for God's sake, Potter." Severus glared at him. "If I'd wanted to kill you, I can assure you I'd have done it by now. Drink the damned thing."

The boy drank and slept again.


The second time Potter woke, looking far less like death revived, Severus tossed the hawethorne crutches on the bed. "You'll need those," he said, and he walked out of the room without answering the questions he knew were percolating in the back of the boy's mind.


He could hear the clunk of the crutches against the steps, accompanied by Potter's swearing. It'd taken the fool long enough to get out of bed. He looked up as Potter came into the kitchen, listing to the right.

"My leg's gone."

"Always observant," Severus said and turned back to the porridge on the hearth. He spooned out a bowl and levitated it to the table. "Sit."

Potter sat.


"Are you ever going to tell me what happened?" Potter asked, curled up next to the fire. He looked up from the chessboard. "I can't remember much of anything."

"Perhaps." Severus turned a page in his book and ignored the loose trouser leg pinned up below the brat's thigh.

With a sigh, Potter pushed his glasses back up his nose. Severus could see the smudged fingerprints on the lenses in the firelight. "You could have grown it back, you know."

Severus thought of all the failed potions he had tried during those first few days. "Perhaps."

Potter glared at him. "You're a bastard."

"Yes," Severus said calmly, and turned another page. "I am."


Potter barely weighed anything any longer, Severus thought as he lay the sleeping boy on the bed. He set the brat's glasses on the side table; Potter mumbled something inane and rolled over, face into the pillows.

Severus stopped at the door and looked back. The crutches leaned against the wall, dark against the white plaster.

Damned things.

He shut the door quietly behind him.