Title: The Living Dead
Rating: PG13-R
Pairing: SS/HP (and probably others in future chapters)
Genre: Action/drama/angst/romance
Warnings: Slash, violence, torture, death.
Chapter 3 summary: Death Eaters celebrate their victory while Harry and Snape are locked in a dark cell.
Disclaimer: HP characters belong to the talented JK Rowling. I'm only borrowing them for fun. Original characters are mine, though.

A/N: As you may have noticed, Snape is off-character in my stories. I'm going to keep that pattern, because, well, I'm not that good in writing snarky-mean-evil Snape. I hope that gets your approval. And thanks for the reviews!


The Living Dead
Chapter III – Waking Up

Nothing could've been more victorious for Death Eaters than to capture Harry Potter. Bellatrix Lestrange was sitting in Lucius' lap drinking fire whiskey and laughing loudly. Lucius didn't mind having his brunette sister-in-law in his lap, nor did he care about Narcissa finding out about her husband's little affair with her sister. He was more concerned about having a nice celebration of victory and getting the Dark Lord's approval afterwards.

Bellatrix put her glass aside and cupped Lucius' face. She licked his lips and smiled at him seductively. Without any word, Lucius gracefully got up from his feet, carrying Bellatrix in his arms and before he attempted to leave he turned to his companions.

"Gentlemen, enjoy yourselves. My sister-in-law and I have some unattended business to take care of." Lucius said and turned his full attention to Bellatrix and winked.

He walked out of the cell that was used for the celebration and went into another one, a bit further than the previous.

"Ah, finally we get some privacy." Lucius said as he put Bellatrix down.

"Too bad they are valuable for us at this moment. I would love to get rid of them." Bellatrix said and put her arms around Lucius' torso. "Then we would have all the privacy we need."

Lucius only grinned before he put his hand behind her neck and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face close to him. Bellatrix let out a gasp and only licked her lips as she smiled. Lucius didn't waste another moment and claimed what he thought was rightfully his.


Not too far from the occupied cell-rooms, a disheveled Severus Snape opened his eyes and a wave of panic hit him as he realized he was tied. A moment later, he remembered where he was, tried to calm himself. But he failed as he heard the familiar voices of Death Eaters passing by. He closed his eyes, pretending to be still unconscious. When he was sure that they were gone, he kept his eyes shut and concentrated. The ropes tying his wrists and ankles were loosening and he could free his hands and feet. Then he took off the cloth wrapped around his mouth and threw it aside.

"Bloody hell.." he cursed under his breath.

The room was dark, save for the little light from a little hole, which he assumed to be the food window. He walked to the source of the light and felt each muscle in his body ache. He tried to ignore it and came closer to the hole. He knelt and peeked out. There was no one to be seen. But there was a lot of noise. The prisoners seemed to be celebrating, but Snape failed to figure out the cause. Then he decided to get back to the spot he was lying at a moment ago, and stumbled across something, or someone. Snape quickly stopped himself from landing square-faced into the floor and knelt down again. This time, he examined the floor with his hands, touching the cold stones until he found what caused him to fall. It was a body.

He pulled the body closer to the light in order to recognize the person, since he felt breathing.

"Potter!" he called in a whisper. Not wanting to attract Death Eaters. "Bloody hell, Potter wake up!" He shook Harry's body, and kept calling his name. But Harry didn't respond.

Snape cursed again and looked around, remembering that it was pitching dark in the room. After one more curse he waved his hand and little candles appeared in the air, which gave the room a dim light.

He pulled Harry's head up and put it on his lap as he knelt next to him. He tried to wake him up, but to no success. Harry was still unconscious.

"What have they done to you.." he said with clenched teeth. Then he got up, carrying Harry's almost lifeless body in his arms and put him on a bed in one of the corners of the room. He noticed Harry's glasses on the floor, broken. He picked them up and muttered 'Oculus Reparo' and put them next to Harry's head on the bed. Then he took off his robes and was about to pull it over Harry when he noticed Harry's shirt. The Auror badge wasn't there. Without further thinking, Snape took off his own badge and put it on Harry's shirt.

The whole room seemed to spin around him now. He felt cold and lonely. He tried to shake the screams he heard out of his head and continued taking care of Harry. He pulled his robes on Harry, and managed to pull a dirty bed cover on him as well. When he was sure his former student was covered enough to feel warmth, he collapsed with a sigh.

Half an hour later, Harry woke up feeling sore. His muscles were tired and hurting because of the Cruciatus Curse. He opened his eyes everything was blurry. Instinctively, he ran his hand around his head, looking for his glasses. When he found them, he put them on and his vision became clear. His eyes widened in horror when he realized he was in one of the Azkaban cells and sat up.

"Ow.." he flinched and put his palm on the back of his head. He could feel a bump forming there.

He looked around and was about to get off the bed when he noticed Snape lying on the stony floor.

"Shit." Harry cursed and got off the bed, ignoring his aching muscles. He knelt next to Snape and tried to wake him up.

"Professor? Can you hear me?" Harry said as he shook his former teacher. "Professor Snape?"

Harry froze for a moment. Snape was cold as ice, but he could see his chest rising and falling. Harry turned to the bed he was lying on a moment ago, and saw a rag which must've been an old bed cover and black robes. He looked at Snape and noticed that his robes were missing. Harry pulled the robes off the bed and put it over Snape. He took Snape's hand in his and started rubbing it.

"Damn it, Snape! Wake up!" Harry said, louder than he intended to. He hoped that the Death Eaters didn't hear him.

He didn't know what to do next. He couldn't revive Snape, and his wand was no where around him. He gently put Snape's cold hand on the floor and sighed. He knew something would happen. He didn't like this mission from the moment he had received the assignment.

He needed to call for help. But he knew the castle was full of Dementors and Death Eaters. He thought of sending a message with his Patronus, but he didn't have his wand with him. He didn't know how long they've been there, so he couldn't be sure if the people at the Ministry would notice that they have been late.

A cough from Snape alerted Harry and he directed his attention to his teacher.

"Professor?" Harry said in a low voice and put his hand under Snape's head and lifted him up a bit. "Professor, can you hear me?"

"C-c-cold." Snape managed to say. He was shaking. With his free hand, Harry pulled the dirty blanket from the bed and wrapped it around Snape.

"It'll be all right, Sir. Just hang on there." Harry said. He wondered what was causing Snape to feel so cold. It was warm in the room, and he was sure there were no windows to let any wind inside.

Snape didn't stop shaking. So, Harry sat on the floor, he leaned his back to the bed and pulled Snape closer. He held him in his arms to keep him warm with his body temperature.

"Just.. don't die. Please." Harry whispered. He cursed himself for not being able to do wandless magic and wished he paid more attention to classes during school. He could've gotten them out of here if he had mastered wandless magic.

At that moment, an idea struck him. He remembered wearing the badge, which kept the Dementor effect away. He checked to see if Snape still had his badge on, but he couldn't find it. Harry looked at his badge and saw that the writing on it was different. Instead of 'Auror' the little golden letters said 'Under Probation'.

"Curse you Snape!" Harry said in frustration. "You perfectly know I can't do wandless magic. And none of our wands are here. Yet you took off your badge and put it on me.. you.." he paused for a moment. Did Snape take of his badge to save his life? "You.. you were saving my life." Harry said and looked down at the cold body he was holding. Snape coughed again. This time he moved a bit, but Harry held him tighter.

"Don't move." He whispered in Snape's ear. "You're cold as ice. Don't move. I'm trying to keep you warm here."

"M-memories.." Snape said in a whisper. "Pain.. c-cold.. d-dark.."

Harry knew what to do. If they were to get out of here, then they needed magic. And since they don't have their wands, then it'll have to be wandless, and only Snape was good at it. So, he took off the badge and quickly put it on Snape's shirt. He noticed the color coming back to Snape's skin and he could feel him becoming warm again. Only this time, he started feeling cold. He could hear his mother's scream from a distant. He shook his head, reminding himself that it's only the effect of having too many Dementors around the place. He kept holding on to Snape and buried his face into Snape's shoulder, shutting his eyes tightly. The screams never stopped. They were becoming louder and the room was getting colder by the second.

"Bloody hell, Snape. Wake up already!" Harry said while he kept his face buried on Snape's shoulder.

A few minutes later, Snape let out a gasp and opened his eyes. He felt something soft behind his back and a mess of hair on the side of his face. He turned his head and saw it was Harry. He quickly got up which made Harry lift his head up and look at him with tired eyes.

"You're awake." Harry said with a weak voice. "Good." He took a deep breath. "You'll get us out of here."

"What have you done, Potter!" Snape hissed, and knelt in front of Harry. He noticed that the badge was missing. He put his hand on his shirt and felt the badge on his shirt. "You're not supposed to die!"

"No, but I can't get us out of here." Harry smiled weakly and the put his hands on his ears and shut his eyes tightly. "Make it stop! Please! Don't let him hurt her!" he yelled.

"Potter! Potter answer me!" Snape held Harry by the shoulders and started shaking him. "Potter, it's not real. Think about happier moments. Don't let the voices get to you. They are not real."

Harry didn't seem to hear what Snape said. He curled on the floor and started crying. "Don't hurt her!" he yelled. "Make it stop! Mum! NO!"

Snape cursed and ran to the little hole on the door. If Harry's badge was anywhere close, he could summon it. He put his ear close to the hole and tried to listen if there were any footsteps around. When he couldn't hear anything but moans and groans from the other cells he put his hand close to the hole and called for the badge.

"Accio Auror badge!"

A moment later, he felt a small metal land into his palm. He looked at it and saw it was the badge. He quickly got up and put it on Harry's shirt.

Harry was still crying and shaking. Snape didn't know what else to do, so he did something he never expected himself to do. He took Harry in his arms and started calming him. He might have to alter the boy's memory when they get out.

"It's all right. It's all fake." Snape said as he rubbed Harry's back while he held him. "It'll be gone in a moment."

A few minutes later, Harry's sobs faded and his body stopped shaking. He was breathing quickly, gasping for air. He curled in Snape's arms and held on to him tightly. A moment later, he sat up, turned his back at Snape and took off his glasses and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. When he was done, he put his glasses back on and looked at the floor. The memories were so real. He could see his mother screaming for help. He has re-lived her death once again. Then he took a deep breath and turned around to face Snape, who was sitting there, looking at him with new look on his face. Harry was surprised. He had never seen Snape like that. The eyes that were full of hatred were showing care and affection. They looked at each other's eyes for a while. None of them daring to talk.

"Are you all right?" Snape was the first to break the silence.

Harry nodded. "Thanks." He said. He wanted to smile, but he couldn't. "For saving my life." He added. He didn't want to look so vulnerable in front of Snape, but he couldn't help it.

"Just doing my unfortunate job." Snape said. The stony look was back, Harry noticed.

"Any idea how to get out of here?" Harry asked.

"Not a clue." Snape said and got up. "The door is locked. Probably warded." He walked to the door and ran his hand on the cold surface. "Definitely warded."

"Well, can't you remove the wards?" Harry asked.

"Shut up, Potter." Snape hissed. "Someone's coming."

At that moment, the door to the cell room opened and Lucius Malfoy came into view.

"Incarcerous!"

Harry and Snape felt ropes being tied around them and they both cursed loudly.