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Inside of me	By : Slytheinkitten Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 10710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author: Kitten

E-Mail: Feli-chan@gmx.de

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: SS/HP

Warning: violence/torture (Cruciatus), forced sex (not really non-con when they both wanted it secretely is it now?), mpreg (!), lots of angst

Disclaimer: No I do not own any of the HP staff or ideas of JKR, I don't make money by writing about them, it's all just for fun *ggg*

Notes: I love the idea of Sevy being pregnant, I think he would be a great Dad just as Harry, but our favourite prof has so many issues, my stories about him are always so angsty and painful, I like him so much! And yes this is novel lenght, a lot of work, but I think worth it in the end. First rather dramatically but then you get to see our heroes after the war, in their so called normal life *g*
Chapter 1

"You do know that a third Cruciatus in such a short time span will kill you Mr. Potter?" The raspy voice of Lord Voldemort asked him casually followed by snickers from the dark clad figures which stood in a loose circle around the young wizard. Harry breathed hard trying to sit up, but his muscles were still clenched and unmovable from the curse Voldemort had used to torture him.

A grim smile appeared on the famous' wizards face and he spit a chunk of blood onto the floor in front of him, then lifted his head to meet the dark red glowing eyes from his childhood nightmares. Ignoring the fear that threatened to overwhelm him he said "Sure." Then he had to cough, his throat still sore from the screaming he'd done in the throws of the unforgivable curse. "After all you have to try something different this time, your last attempts to kill me were not very successfull." At this insolence one of the masked Death Eaters moved threatingly towards him only to be ordered to back off by a hand wave of his master. The Dark Lord's face twisted into something that with much fantasy could be called a smile and he said "If I didn't now for sure that this was the last I had to hear from you I would be angry, but as it is I just wish you a nice painful death."

For a moment Harry's whole body tensed, wanting to flee, wishing that Dumbledore and the rest of the order somehow made it here in time, wanting his friends to be here, his love... not to be alone in the face of his death but then he relaxed, accepting that this was it. The skeletal hand rose, the dark wooded wand ironically the twin of Harry's which had been taken by one of the Death Eaters during the fight half an hour ago as his hiding place was uncovered. Harry closed his eyes, he'd done more than his part in the battle against Voldemort, soon the others would be here to kill the Dark Lord and Harry would be the boy who had finally died. "Greet your parents for me Mr. Potter. �Cruciatus`" Harry pinched his eyes close and waited for the pain to come a final time... but nothing happened.

Harry opened his eyes only to see a dark robed figure in the throws of the curse which was meant to kill him. Voldemort let the curse go on for a few painful minutes, his face tight with anger before he let his hand sink again. The masked Death Eater's body then fell directly into Harry's arms. No sound but the heavy breathing of the dark wizards last victim could be heard in the dimly lit hall. A few last spasms cursed through the body that had protected him. Protected. A Death Eater! Harry's mind did not want to come to the only conclusion that was possible. The young man looked around. A dozen masked though obviously shocked figures stood poised to interfere, just waiting for the Dark Lord's orders. But Harry's biggest enemy just pointed his wand a second time on the traitor in the young wizards arms and again �Cruciatus` was cast. The Death Eater's body shook with the force of the Unforgivable Curse but no sound came out of his mouth. Harry pulled the figure closer to his chest trying helplessly to do something, anything to sooth the man's pain. He sighed relieved as the torture stopped and finally the body relaxed into his hold. A wift of cinamon and winter forest assaulted Harry's nose identifying his rescuer more surely than any sound could have done. No, Potters' mind screamed at him, just no, he'd have rather died than pulling him into this. Why? Why did he have to interfere? Just a little bit more time and the others would be here. He would have been safe.

"Severus" Not caring about the mizery in his voice or the intimate calling of his former Professor by the name which was reserved for Harry's fantasies. There was no answer to his words but the elegant hands he'd admired during so many potions lessons came to rest on the young Potter's arms which were wound around the teacher's chest. Warmth and comfort spread through Harry's body. Severus was here, and selfish as it may be, he was glad that he wasn't alone, even though he did not understand why Snape had stepped in. With that move he'd signed his own Death sentence.

As if on cue a rustling of rough and heavy fabric indicated the Dark Lord standing from his throne in the middle of the old castle hall. Harry's eyes flew up to see him shuffling towards them. He looked a lot like a Dementor, the wide dark grey robes though seemed to much for the wizard whose body still didn't have the power of his past, and probably never would again. He came to stand directly in front of the sitting figures and hissed "I'm disappointed Severus." How he knew who it was that had betrayed him was unknown to Harry. Then Voldemort pulled the mask off with a short jerky motion. The potions masters' pale, sweaty face was revealed "�Expelliarmus`" ordered the man and with a wind blow Snape's hidden wand was thrown away and the hood of his coat pushed back, making it possible to see his former professors face. "I knew there was a traitor under me, but I never thought that you would be so stupid." The tone and the gleaming red eyes betrayed how much this had hit the wizard. Showing so much emotion was really strange for Voldemort and scared Harry. In a futile gesture of protection he tightened his hold on the older man. The Dark Lord threw the mask he still held away in a geture of obvious disgust. "I've always thought of you as the best. You have more brain than all of the others together."

Then the bony empty hand reached down and stroked over Snape's cheek, the professor flinched slightly "I really favoured you." The suggestive tone was too much for Harry; he couldn't stand seeing his enemy touching the man he loved. Possessiveness, jealousy, love, hate, protectiveness many emotions, they moved Harry body before his mind could catch up. A youthful, strong hand caught the offending limb and pulled it away from Severus face. Several Death Eaters jerked forward but a hissed "Stop" halted them and as Harry's brain finally caught on he hastily let the cold hand go. What had he done now? The Dark Lord turned wordlessly and walked back to his throne. The green and black eyes of his two captives following him. After Voldemort sat again he regarded them for a while. Gazing deeply into their eyes and eerily like Dumbledore he seemed to read what was in hidden in their souls.

The sneer that appeared send a shudder through Harry and he laid his wayward hand on Severus' , after all they were as good as dead, he could indulge himself for a first and last time. The young man was slightly stunned as his secret love interest turned his hand and interlaced their fingers. Obviously he wasn't the only one who was glad not to die alone. And die they would, Harry because he'd refused to die 19 years ago and Severus for betraying Voldemort, and probably a bit because of the emotions the dark wizard must have seen in Harry's eyes.

"So that's how it is." The snake like hissing seemed laden with amusement and everybody turned their attention from the pair on the floor to the being on the throne. Again Harry hoped against all, that Dumbledore would come to rescue them, the mad shine in Voldemort's eyes had just gotten worse then ever before. "Tsk tsk Severus my boy." and again Harry was shocked at the similarity Voldemort had to the headmaster; the same patronizing, know it all tone; no wonder that Severus had sometimes such a disgusted look on his face when Dumbledore had been sheming again. The voice he hated so much pulled him out of his useless musing "I thought better of you. But then you did always love to play with the fire." He grinned again his eyes boring into the endless black pools of the potion master, insinuating more private and twisted meaning behind his words "And I always loved to see you burn."

The body in Harry's arms tensed, and the younger man wondered shocked, what Voldemort had done to his former teacher. And what would he do with them now? The insanely glowing eyes promised more than a simple death. Unconciously Harry again pulled the older man's body closer to his, so that Snape's head laid against his shoulder, Harry's more muscular and wider chest and arms surrounding him completely. A harsh coughing sound, that probably was meant to be a laugh was bestowed upon them for this gesture. "Hm, Mr. Potter, would you like to protect him?" The young man pressed his lips tightly together "From whatever I see fit as punishment?." As Harry continued to stay quiet Voldemort's wand was once again pointed at him "Answer." the imperative was bellowed harshly, and Harry knew that resistance was futile, so he just hissed "Yes" and let the green fire in his eyes answer fully. Unfortunately the dark wizard had woken Harry's fury, seldomly had this happened before. The young man's inate magic flickered and sparked in a green glow over his body, flowing over his arms onto the professors body where it sank in, there was no direction in it, just misused energy without a wand totally useless.

Voldemort asked musingly "Maybe you could even bring me to spare this traitors life? There surely is a sacrifice big enough to make me rethink my plans of killing him in an extraordinary painful way. Say what would you do to safe him?" There was only one answer to that, and Harry knew that the dark wizard would follow through with it and make him swallow his words along the way, Harry was no naive child anymore, the war had taken all of his childhood and destroyed it, still as he gazed down into the astonishing dark eyes, hidden beneath full, long and curled black lashes he knew that any other answer would be a lie so he looked back into Voldemort' s red eyes and said evenly "Anything" Snape's head turned in surprise but Harry held Voldemort's gaze. The evil wizard just asked casually "Really now?" And he leaned forward laying the palms of his hands together continuing in a relaxed tone but with glowing eyes "Would you let me torture you, and thank me politely for it, that is if you can still speak afterwards." Snape jerked and said the first words since all this started "Harry, no, don 't.." but the former spy couldn't continue as he was hit by a sudden �Petrificus Totalus` from Voldemort. His whole body froze, but Harry knew from experience that he could still use all of his senses to know what went on around him; a terrible state of being. Gently reassuring the man Harry stroked a strand of the silky dark hair back, wondering why it wasn't as greasy as usual, before he turned his attention back to the Dark Lord "Yes, I would." Again the amusement in Voldemort's eyes threatened to throw Harry into a furious fit but the Dark Wizard continued "Would you be my whore?" A desperate sigh reveberated through the young man but was not allowed to let out "Yes." This game seemed to be fun for Voldemort because he went on "You would be the whore of my friends here?" He indicated the circle of Death Eaters around them. Harry swallowed and again answered "Yes I would." The expression on Voldemort's snake like face turned calculating "You would do all that just to save the useless life of your former potions teacher?" An answer didn't seem to be required still Harry nodded slightly.

The dark wizard leaned back and said in a rueful tone "I don't know, but I just don't think that you would really suffer enough in such a scenario." Again the unholy glare flared up in his eyes and he hissed "I want to destroy you! Not make you a martyr in your own eyes." He studied Harry's face. "So what is important to you?" The thin mouth streched into the parody of a smile and the young and famous wizard felt his heart fasten in fearful anticipation. "Yes, I know just the right thing. You will really love it, both of you, and it's going to amuse me and my fellow subjects." Again that terrible imitation of a laugh was heard and suddenly a glass vial flew into Harry's direction. Years of seeker training came in handy as the young man caught it easily. Looking at the clear purple liquid for a few seconds he had to admit that it was nothing he'd seen before, and a glance into his former teachers eyes showed deep confusion. " Drink half of it, then give the rest to Severus." Harry stiffened, there was no knowing what kind of poison Voldemort would use "What.." he tried to ask but was brusquely interrupted by the Dark Lord's snarl "Quiet! I said drink it, or he will suffer the consequences." The raised wand pointed directly at Severus. Harry just hoped that Dumbledore would come in time to at least safe his beloved teacher.

Harry opened the vial an drank half of it in one gulp, pleasantly surprised by the potions sweet taste he then proceeded to tilt the dark haired head back and put the vial between Severus' lips, seeing the fear and resignation in his eyes he whispered "I'm sorry, but we have to hold on, it's not all lost yet." With that he let the rest of the liquid flow into the often desired mouth and saw how Snape swallowed around it. After the vial was empty he put it aside and let his thumb gather the last droplets still lingering on the elegant lips. With a lot of will power he turned back to Voldemort expectantly. The dark wizard grinned as if his personal christmas had come and said

"Well done Mr.Potter. And now you will fuck him." Harry's body tensed and his mouth opened before he could stop it "What? No way. I can't.." a shallow raspy sound that could have been a chuckle were the other man fully human. "If you can't, I'm sure my fellow Death Eaters would love to reaquaint themselves with Severus, by the way, they don't take kindly to traitors. Then after all of them are satisfied, which can take a while, especially Lucius is probably not very happy with our dear potion master right now, then I will cast a curse on him that you probably still remember from your childhood."

Harry's arms tightened around around the man in his arms. His mind raced. Voldemort had just offered him everything he'd wanted in a twisted, sick way that destroyed it all. And he knew, that there was no way around the wizards order, but worse were the little tendrils of pleasure that shot through his body at just the thought of finally having the man he desired more than anybody before.

tbc

K: *giggles manically*
can you spell cliffhanger children?!
feed me lots and lots of reviews and if you think this is worth continuing
I could be (possibly) persuaded to leave Draco alone for a night and take care
of Severus
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