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 6 summary: Snape tells Harry how they got out of Azkaban, and when he's done they both find out something interesting about Ron and Hermione.
Disclaimer: HP characters belong to the talented JK Rowling. I'm only borrowing them for fun. Original characters are mine, though.


The Living Dead
Chapter VI – How did we survive?

Snape ate his dinner silently while the three friends kept talking and laughing. At one point Harry noticed the grim look on Snape's face but he was instantly distracted by Hermione's sudden gasp at one of Ron's un-polite jokes.

When they were finished, Hermione started cleaning the table and Snape got up to help her. Ron and Harry were still talking about Quidditch (Ron was telling Harry once again about how excited he is about his invitation).

"Sir, I can do this." Hermione said with a gentle smile. "You need to rest."

"It keeps me distracted." Snape said and put the dirty dishes in the sink.

"All right," Hermione said without arguing any further.

When they were done with the dishes, Hermione fixed some tea for the four of them and they sat at the table, remembering their days at Hogwarts and how each of them received their first letter.

"My uncle went mad." Harry said. "I was excited to get mail for the first time in my life, and he made sure I wouldn't read it. Thank goodness for Hagrid bringing me a letter with him."

"Potter," Snape said calmly, putting his teacup down.

Harry turned to him, "Yes?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Sure, what about?" Harry asked.

"In private, please." Snape looked at Ron and Hermione.

"Sure, no problem." Hermione said and got up. "Get up, Ron."

"No, no. You stary here. We'll go to the living room." Harry said and got up.

Hermione sat down and watched as Harry and Snape left the kitchen and headed to the living room.

"I wonder what are they going to talk about." Ron said in a whisper.

"Harry would tell us if he wants to." Hermione replied and took a sip of her tea.


Harry and Snape walked into the living room and as soon as Harry closed the door, Snape took out his wand and cast a silencing charm around the room.

"I don't want them to hear what I'm about to tell you, Potter." Snape said.

Harry nodded and motioned for Snape to sit down. When they were both seated, Snape took a deep breath and looked at Harry.

"Do you want to know how we got out of Azkaban?" Snape asked.

"I guess so." Harry said. "Does it matter? I mean.. we did get out after all."

Snape sighed. "While you were being hit by the Cruciatus, I.." he looked at the floor. "I.. got.. I.."

"Sir?" Harry was surprised by Snape's behavior. He had never seen his Potions teacher so nervous. "What happened? What did they do?"

Snape took another deep breath and looked into Harry's eyes. "I couldn't let him continue torturing you. But in the same time, I couldn't break my mask as a double spy."

When Harry didn't say anything, Snape continued.

"I panicked. And I told him that I'd show him what I was hiding from him in my mind."

"You did what!" Harry almost yelled.

"Let me finish, Potter." Snape said with a stern voice.

"Sorry."

"I didn't show him anything that would jeopardize the Order or the Ministry in any way." Snape continued, his face was starting to turn pink. "Instead, I showed them how we spent the night in that dark cell."

"I don't get it." Harry said, with obvious confusion showing on his face.

"I told him that I was gay, and that you were my lover, which is why I didn't want him to hurt you any longer."

Harry was now staring at Snape with his eyes wide open.

"I showed him how I was pulling covers on you when I first woke up in the cell, and when you were holding me trying to keep me warm, and.. when I was comforting you from your nightmares." He looked at Harry. "He asked me about the other blocked parts, which I still haven't shown him, and I told him that those were more.. intimate memories of us."

Harry wished the ground would split and swallow him that instant. He was shocked. He would have never thought that Snape would say or do such thing to save his life.

"And then I begged him to spare your life because, well.. I told him that I can't survive without you. And then he let us go. He said that he wouldn't break a family of his own followers and so he let us go. But I know for sure he sent Death Eaters after us, probably to my apartment first, to kill us both. So, the first place I thought of coming to, was here. No one knows the address, and I thought it'd be safer for you." When he was finished, he took a deep breath and looked at the floor again. "And I'd like to apologize for that."

Harry was still in shock, but he managed to shake his head. "No need to apologize, Sir. You had to do that to save our lives." Harry smiled. "I'm very grateful for that."

"I'd like to ask you not to tell anyone about this." Snape said, looking at Harry again. "Not even your friends."

"Don't worry, Sir." Harry said. "No one would find out."

Snape finally smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you. You saved my life." Harry said. "Now, can we go back to the kitchen? Hermione would throw a fit if we stayed here any longer."

"Of course," Snape grinned. "Granger never changed."

The both got up and left the living room and headed to the kitchen.

Snape was the first to enter the kitchen door and he stopped, which made Harry bump into him.

"Ow!" Harry flinched and rubbed his forehead, which had hit Snape's shoulder. He peaked from above Snape's shoulder and saw Ron and Hermione kissing.

"'bout bloody time!" he yelled with a grin on his face.

Harry's voice made Ron and Hermione squeak and jump away from each other. Both blushing and looking everywhere but at Snape and Harry.

"Sorry to interrupt." Snape said coolly and pulled a chair at the table and sat down.

Harry followed Snape and took a seat next to him. "I demand an explanation." He said, trying his best to conceal his smile. "When did this start, and how, and who am I supposed to be blaming?"

Ron looked at Hermione, and then to Harry. He shrugged. "It just.. happened, mate."

"We've been dating for about a month now." Hermione said.

"A month!" Harry asked. "And none of you even bothered to tell me?"

"Maybe they didn't need you meddling in their business, Potter." Snape said with a grin.

"Yeah, that!" Ron said. "And we were waiting for the best time to tell you."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You were busy with the Ministry, and we didn't want to occupy your time." Hermione said.

"How.. thoughtful of you." Harry snorted. "Does Ginny know?"

Ron shook his head. "No one knows."

"Let's just hope that both of you would still have your heads on when she finds out." Harry grinned and got up to hug his friends. "I'm so happy for the both of you."

Hermione smiled and returned Harry's hug, so did Ron. Snape watched the three of them and a little smile showed on his lips. He was enjoying being among them. He wondered why he hadn't seen them as friendly as they are now back when they were students. Maybe because back then he was their teacher, and as a teacher his job was to sneer at every student and to hate them more than vampires hated the sunlight.