Fic: Memory 2/?

[noxnoctisanima]

Title: Memory
Fandom: House/ Harry Potter
Pairing: House/ Snape
Part: 2/?
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it, woe is me.
Warnings: Slash, Crossover, Fluff.
A.N. HBP does not exist I want a good!Snape for this story. Also
Houseland is AU for our world and there is no J.K Rowling.

It felt like someone was stabbing pins into his brain. Greg scrunched up, the pain in his leg a counterpoint to the stabbing in his head.

 

Images started flashing across the back of his eyelids, small snapshots lasting only short moments, barely enough to catch more than a glimpse. Dark hair, a flash of white light, long smooth fingers. The images began to converge showing moments.

 

“You’re at my table.” The dark haired man looked up and raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” Greg tapped his cane against the table.

“Very bad to steal from a cripple.” The man smirked.

“What if I am bad?” Greg looked at him for a moment before slipping into the chair beside him.

 

Severus gasped as Greg pinned him against the wall.

“What…what are you doing?” Greg smirked.

“Severus you know what we’re here for, don’t go all innocent on me now.” Severus watched Greg for a moment before lunging out and claiming his mouth.

 

Severus grunted as he came, arching his head back and clenching his hands on Greg’s arms, his eyes flew open in time to see a soft white glow surrounding the bed.

“Fuck! Greg…Open your eyes.” Greg opened his eyes and scowled at Severus. Wait for it, Severus thought and Greg’s eyes widened as he noticed the fading glow around the bed. Severus rolled off Greg and lay against his left side.

“Do you believe in magic Greg?”

 

Greg slowly woke up and drowsily reached for his pills, as he dry swallowed one and lay back down he noticed that the bed was empty beside him. Greg hauled himself out of bed and walked out into the living room. Severus was sitting on the couch wearing just his pants and holding his left forearm. He looked up as Greg stopped beside him, his hand uncovering an almost translucent tattoo of a skull and a snake.

“Power corrupts and magic corrupts just like any other power. I was weak when I was young, and I joined a group called the Death Eaters who were ruled by a Dark Lord, we thought purebred wizards were the only ones who deserved the power and were willing to do anything to remove those we saw as unworthy. It took me less than a week after I was initiated to realize what we were doing was wrong but it was already too late. You didn’t leave the service of the Dark Lord unless you died, so I became a spy. Seven years ago the Dark Lord disappeared as did his mark.” He gestured to the tattoo. “This morning it started to come back.” Severus looked up at Greg.

“It’s not safe for you to be with me anymore if he finds out about you I don’t think I can protect you. You need to forget me.” Greg sat down.

“How...” Severus interrupted him.

“I can make you forget, you won’t remember me, you’ll be safer that way.” Greg’s face twisted in anger.

“You think that you can send me away like a good little woman, well fuck you Severus.” He stood up to walk out, but Severus grabbed his arm.

“I won’t be able to contact you, I won’t be able to tell anyone about you and it’s more then possible I will die and if I can’t keep you hidden you will die Greg. He will curse you so it feels as though your nerves are being scraped by a knife, he will make it feel as though your intestines are roasting, he will skin you alive and he will make me watch! The only way to keep you safe is if you don’t remember me.” Greg sat down again and lent against Severus.

“When?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Tomorrow?” Severus nodded and Greg pulled him from the couch and back into the bedroom.

“I think I’ll call in sick today.”

 

 

Greg was standing in front of Severus who was holding his wand.

“Are you ready?” Greg scowled at him then lunged forward and kissed him hard, pulling Severus’ lean body against his own.

“Don’t die.” Severus smirked shakily and raised his wand.

“Obliviate!”