Title: Beautiful – Part 2

Author: BertaS

Pairing: Severus / Harry

Rating: PG just to be safe – Should be Torina Safe

Word Count: 476

Warnings: Light D/s – Past trauma nothing graphic

Summary: Severus reflects on the past, after being rescued from a fate worse than death. Continuation of our Angst challenge.

A/N: Written for the 1st anniversary of the Severus *sighs* Yahoo Group. I do not own anything you may recognize. And I will need this cross posted to IJ.

Beautiful – Part 2

Severus woke to someone gently stroking his hair. He was confused until the events of the previous day flooded into his consciousness. His eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly as his breathing accelerated.

Harry was startled by Severus' abrupt wakening and snatched his hand away from where he had been unconsciously petting the other man while he slept.

Severus looked at the kind young man who had purchased him. At least, he thought he had. He remembered an outrageously large sum of money being mentioned. Everything seemed a bit jumbled and confused at the moment.

Remembering he should not be looking at the master's face without permission, he lowered his eyes. He bit the inside of his lip as he anticipated his punishment. What he received was a brief touch on his shoulder and a greeting the likes of which he hadn't heard in a long time.

"Good morning. Are you alright?" Harry asked as he bent trying to see Severus' face.

Severus whispered, "Yes Master," as he hunches a bit more to keep his head lower than his master's.

Sitting back up Harry asked softly, "Severus, would you look up at me, please?"

Severus' head snapped up and he stared at the young man in shock. His hair had not been pulled or his chin pinch in a bruising grip to force his head up.

Harry smiled at the astonished look he received in answer to his request. "You know," he said conversationally, "you don't have to call me that." He reached out and gently moved a lock of hair that was hanging in Severus' face and asked, "You do know who I am, right?"

Severus sighed. "My Master." A small frown appeared. "Harry Potter. You said I was worth more than my former master was asking. You brought me out of that place into the sunshine." Tears rolled unheeded down his thin cheeks and he whispered, "Please, Master?"

Harry's heart broke as he watched the Potions Master cry. Completely disregarding the healer's assertion that Severus would probably not wish to be touched; Harry moved to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled the man into a strong hug, stroking his hair and whispering that everything would be fine.

Eventually Severus calmed some and attempted to sniffle out an apology even as he attempted to burrow closer to Harry.

That had been a year ago. Now, Severus knelt in Harry's back garden, hands dirty from the seedling he has just set in its new home. Bare chest, back and feet kissed lightly pink by the sun and serene face turned up to the sky.

The first indication he had that he was no longer alone was a familiar voice saying the word, "Beautiful."

A contented smile blossoming across his face, Severus turned to welcome Harry home.

The End