I Found You
I Found You
Severus snarled as he slashed his wand through the air, sending Dolohov soaring across the room and crumpling in a heap to the ground. He was unsure if the man was still breathing; he didn’t care. He ignored the Order members around him, content in the knowledge that they could handle themselves and would protect him while he searched. He stormed through the damp, stone tunnel-like halls, cursing loudly anytime he came upon an enemy.
Each cell he passed was empty and he was growing desperate when he heard a muffled voice. He couldn’t tell what it said, but he’d heard it and dashed down the line of cells. He found a solid iron door and used a Blasting Curse, sending it into the stone wall behind and cracking it off a hinge.
He quickly took in the scene: Amycus moaning on the floor to the right, a bloodied table with restraints in the center, and Harry suspended by chains, bloodied and naked and sobbing, but alive.
He hurried over and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist, raising his wand to tap the shackles so Harry was released. The young man collapsed without the suspension, falling against him and Severus lowered them to the wet floor, wet with water and blood. Neither of them noticed. He just pulled his cloak off and wrapped it around the shaking body buried in his chest.
“You found me,” he heard Harry whisper into his shirt.
Severus tried to calm his pounding heart as he held Harry close, as firmly as he dared. “Always,” he whispered back.
He curled one arm around Harry’s back and the other came up to push the sweaty, bloody hair from the scarred forehead, dropping a kiss there. He let his eyes close as they sat there. It was okay. He’d found Harry. They would be okay.
Fin