[fic] The Harry Who Saw
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babygrayA Harry Potter fic...
Title: The Harry Who Saw
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
babygray
Pairing: Snarry?, Implied/one-sided? Snape/Lily, Harry/Ginny
Warnings: Typos. No beta.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: While waiting to fall asleep, I thought of this. No, I don't think I'll stop with the odd, dream-based Snarry any time soon.
Word Count: 578
Summary: One night, Harry Potter had a dream.
One night, Harry Potter had a drea,.
The dream itself was quite sensible, as far as dreams went. He was himself, descending down into space towards a solitary figure.
Harry, who was little more than eyes and hands, saw a hundred chains, a thousand cords spread out from the central form to stretch　through the vast space, disappearing into the distance. Thousands of connection towards parts unknown, connecting one lone person to many.
As he drew closer, the Harry who saw understood that the source all the chains and ropes was himself. Heavy iron chains hung from his bare arms. Thousands of threads no finer than a spider's tangled themselves around his fingers. Ropes, cords, and the finest of gold chains touched every part of his own naked body. The Harry who saw reached out to touch one of the fine threads coming from his own ear.
It fell away at his touch.
The Harry who saw drew back in surprise, realizing now that the connections barely penetrated the skin. The Harry who saw shivered, strangely afraid.
He looked at himself, at the Harry who was bound and not bound. He frowned, noticing the collar around his own neck.
It was a thick collar, dark red, covering the whole of his neck. It smelled of leather, or so the Harry who saw believed.
This, he who saw knew, was the only thing that truly bound him. Good or bad, it would not yield.
The Harry who saw reached out to touch the collar. The Harry who was bound moved as well, their hands joining, ghost and body, and touching the collar together. The collar was warm and sticky. Harry could feel a heartbeat, sturdy and strong.
"Ginny?" the Harry who saw said. The delicate gold chain connected to his own heart glowed, but that was all.
The Harry who was bound let his hands fall away, the chains clanking as the hands went to rest at his own sides. The Harry who saw stared at the collar. His hands, barely visible shadows, ghosted along the surface of the collar, finding a thick tong strapped to the back, leading away.
The Harry who saw peeked past his own shoulder, both surprised and not surprised to find another there. Even without looking at the face, the Harry who saw knew. He knew, and he ached.
They stood back to back, Severus Snape and himself. Snape, too, was naked, shaped as Harry's mind envisioned him to be, as bound and not bound as himself. His face was white and his eyes were closed. The collar around his neck was thick and smelled of leather.
The Harry who saw touched Snape's collar with both hands, feeling the same strong heartbeat pulsing through.
"...Lily?" Snape said. The delicate gold chain connected to Snape's heart glowed, but that was all.
The Harry who saw touched Snape's face. It was cold against his palm. "Turn, and see me," he said, his fingers leaving dark streaks on Snape's white skin.
"Open your eyes," he said. No breath brushed against his lips.
He heard a sob, as if from far away...
He rubbed his eyes as James' wailing grew louder, his dream already fading from memory.
"Harry," Ginny groaned, her face buried in her pillow.
"I got it," he said, dragging himself out of bed to take care of his newborn son. By the time he reached the nursery, the dream was forgotten.
Title: The Harry Who Saw
Author:
babygrayPairing: Snarry?, Implied/one-sided? Snape/Lily, Harry/Ginny
Warnings: Typos. No beta.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: While waiting to fall asleep, I thought of this. No, I don't think I'll stop with the odd, dream-based Snarry any time soon.
Word Count: 578
Summary: One night, Harry Potter had a dream.
One night, Harry Potter had a drea,.
The dream itself was quite sensible, as far as dreams went. He was himself, descending down into space towards a solitary figure.
Harry, who was little more than eyes and hands, saw a hundred chains, a thousand cords spread out from the central form to stretch　through the vast space, disappearing into the distance. Thousands of connection towards parts unknown, connecting one lone person to many.
As he drew closer, the Harry who saw understood that the source all the chains and ropes was himself. Heavy iron chains hung from his bare arms. Thousands of threads no finer than a spider's tangled themselves around his fingers. Ropes, cords, and the finest of gold chains touched every part of his own naked body. The Harry who saw reached out to touch one of the fine threads coming from his own ear.
It fell away at his touch.
The Harry who saw drew back in surprise, realizing now that the connections barely penetrated the skin. The Harry who saw shivered, strangely afraid.
He looked at himself, at the Harry who was bound and not bound. He frowned, noticing the collar around his own neck.
It was a thick collar, dark red, covering the whole of his neck. It smelled of leather, or so the Harry who saw believed.
This, he who saw knew, was the only thing that truly bound him. Good or bad, it would not yield.
The Harry who saw reached out to touch the collar. The Harry who was bound moved as well, their hands joining, ghost and body, and touching the collar together. The collar was warm and sticky. Harry could feel a heartbeat, sturdy and strong.
"Ginny?" the Harry who saw said. The delicate gold chain connected to his own heart glowed, but that was all.
The Harry who was bound let his hands fall away, the chains clanking as the hands went to rest at his own sides. The Harry who saw stared at the collar. His hands, barely visible shadows, ghosted along the surface of the collar, finding a thick tong strapped to the back, leading away.
The Harry who saw peeked past his own shoulder, both surprised and not surprised to find another there. Even without looking at the face, the Harry who saw knew. He knew, and he ached.
They stood back to back, Severus Snape and himself. Snape, too, was naked, shaped as Harry's mind envisioned him to be, as bound and not bound as himself. His face was white and his eyes were closed. The collar around his neck was thick and smelled of leather.
The Harry who saw touched Snape's collar with both hands, feeling the same strong heartbeat pulsing through.
"...Lily?" Snape said. The delicate gold chain connected to Snape's heart glowed, but that was all.
The Harry who saw touched Snape's face. It was cold against his palm. "Turn, and see me," he said, his fingers leaving dark streaks on Snape's white skin.
"Open your eyes," he said. No breath brushed against his lips.
He heard a sob, as if from far away...
He rubbed his eyes as James' wailing grew louder, his dream already fading from memory.
"Harry," Ginny groaned, her face buried in her pillow.
"I got it," he said, dragging himself out of bed to take care of his newborn son. By the time he reached the nursery, the dream was forgotten.
