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Shattered	By : razldazzl72 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 14629 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Shattered

AUTHOR: Minerva

EMAIL: mctamom@aol.com

PAIRING: HP/SS

RATING: R/NC-17

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DISCLAIMER: Belongs to JKR. No profit. No infringement etc.

SUMMARY: When everyone turns from harry can he handle the stress? Who will save him.. From himself

CATEGORY: Dark / Angst / Drama / First Time / Hurt-Comfort / Non-Consensual

NOTES: I hope everyone likes this, please let me know!!!

CHALLENGE: 10,000 word challenge. Challenge numbers: 89. Snape is actually gay, but his dealings with the Death Eaters have left him quite cold to sex. But what about love? (Kira) 137. While going through a box of his parents things, Harry finds a contract where he was betrothed to Snape as an infant. (ProfSnapeFan) 141. Harry gets raped by Ron, Neville, and Seamus for being gay. Ses cas catches them after the violation. When Harry commiuiciuicide, Severus finds him two minutes too late. He goes to Albus for a time-turner and is determined to save The Boy Who Lived once again. (Bella Ireland)

BETA: diagonalist

ARCHIVING: Dawn-to-Dusk. Anywhere else ask after release date!!

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He wasn�t expecting them to take it that bad. But they had. Ron had turned his back on his best friend of six and a half years. He had just come short of hexing him. Ron had even called him every name in the book. Hermione hadn�t taken it well either. She joined Ron, just not as violently, and she had turned on him as well. Oightight ask what was so horrible that one's best friends of so many years would turn their backs on him for good. At the end of his sixth year had told his best friends the whe was gay. He had told them on the way home on the train.

Harry Potter was now sitting in a compartment by himself. He sat staring out the window lost in his thoughts. He�d gotten mail only from his godfather Sirius. He had known going into telling Ron and Hermione that gay�s were viewed as an OK crowd. Well, that�s OK as long as you aren�t Harry The-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice Potter. That�s right, I said twice. Three weeks before the end of sixth year Harry hadeateeated the slimy snake-man Voldemort, or originally known as Tom Riddle, half-blood.

Harry was currently thinking about what he�d found out over the summer. It was shocking and he couldn�t wait to confront Professor Snape about the information he�d found. He�d gotten permission from Dumbledore and Sirius to stay at the Leaky Cauldron for the last week of the summer holidays. Harry wasn�t staying with Sirius because he�d had too much business to take care of after having his name cleared. There were still some Death Eaters out there so Harry still needed the protection from the wards around the Dursley�s home.

After Harry had settled into his room at the Leaky Cauldron, he�d gone down to Gringott�s to get some money to get his school supplies for the following year. Upon asking for an escort to his vault, he was handed another key and documents from his parents releasing the �Potter Family Vault� to him when he turned seventeen. Shrugging, he�d asked to be taken there first instead of the other vault.

When he got into the new vault, well new to him anyway, he saw a lot more money, approximately five times as much as what was in his vault. There were also a few boxes. One was marked �Important Documents� Harry grabbed this one and had the goblin shrink it with a timed shrinking spell and put it in his pocket. He then grabbed one hundred galleons from the vault and left. Not needing to go to his vault now he left the bank and did his shopping. Harry had gotten everything and was sitting quietly in his room when the box enlarged itself. Harryn opn opened it and found a plethora of documents. His parents marriage certificate, his birth certificate, his parents copy of their will, and one other type of document he�d never seen before. It was a betrothal agreement.

Harry had been shocked, he was betrothed to be married and never knew it. Upon digging deeper into the document he�d discovered that his betrothed was none r thr then Hogwarts own Potion�s master, Severus Snape. It had been dated and signed the day after his birth. He�d taken it to Gringott�s and had it verified, it was an official and magically binding contract. Harry couldn�t get out of it, on his eighteenth birthday, he�d have to marry Severus Snape, and no one had thought to tell him about this. Harry had told no one he found this document, and here he sat on the train back to school for his seventh and final year.

Harry wanted to yell and scream at the cold-hearted bastard he�d have to marry and never told him anything, not to mention the way he�d been treated. It wasn�t fair. But then again, this is Harry Potter we are talking about and nothing in his life was fair. Harry brooded thole ole trip, alone in his compartment.

Everyone got up to Hogwarts just fine and the sorting wenthouthout a hitch. Harry had sat at the end of the Gryffindor table, alone. Harry watched as the Potions master made his leave for the evening and followed him. Luckily for Harry the man went to his office. Harry held back making sure he had the documents in his pocket before going up to the door and knocking on it. He was bid to enter from the other side and went in.

Harry had a confident air about him even though he was nervous. He coolly met Snape�s glare with one of his own.

"What, Mr. Potter, are you doing here on the first night back, surely you�ve not gotten yourself detention already?" Raising an eyebrow daring Harry to argue.

"Well, Professor," Harry stressed the word showiis dis discontent with the man before him. "I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me." Harry sneered at his professor; he knew he�d have him by the balls in a few minutes.

"Well, you can forget about asking for help with your summer homework it should already be done. You�re not in my house, so what else could it possibly be, Mr. Potter, I am a busy man and I have no time for nonsense." Snape snapped at Harry, getting really annoyed that the young Gryffindor had intruded on his time in his office.

Harry pulled the contract out of his pocket unfurled it and placed it on the Potions master�s desk. He gave the professor a few minutes to register what it was and watched the man as he paled in realization of what was in front of him.

"I have a few questions about this if you don�t mind Severus," Harry spat the man�s given name at him. "How could no one tell me about this? What were you just going to spring it on me out of the blue when I turned eighteen next summer?" Harry was on the verge of yelling but remained somewhat calm. There was no doubt in Severus� mind that Harry was livid with the whole situation. Severus closed his eyes pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed very heavily.

"Sit down Harry, I think we need to talk," Severus said without one ounce of spite in his voice. This was serious and long overdue. Harry sat but his face was still filled with anger. "I know I should have told you sooner, but Dumbledore forbade me to do so. I am sorry I never told you and you had to find out this way." Harry could tell the man was sincere but that still didn�t diminish his anger at the moment.

�Well firstly Professor, Dumbledore has no say in this, I don�t give a damn what he told you to do or forbade you to do. The right thing would have been to tell me first thing when I got to Hogwarts.� Harry spat out the full rant. �How would you feel if the situation was reversed? Hell I could have even managed if you�d decided it was best for me to live away from the Dursley�s. But NOOOO everyone has say in my life but me. Well I can tell you right now THAT is going to change. I don�t give a damn what Dumbledore says, and I don�t give a damn what you say. This contract as far as I am concerned is null and void. I will NOT be forced to spend my life with someone who has made it a point to show how much they hate me from the very moment he laid eyes on me.� Harry was steaming. He�d gotten up from his chair and started pacing like a caged animal while he ranted to the potion�s professor. Severus� heart sank as Harry ranted. Severus didn�t hate the boy, not at all, in fact he thought he was a wonderful young man, and he would admit it but only under Vertiaserum. They�d worked closely together with the Order of the Phoenix, and had at least what appeared to be a grudging respect for the other.

�Harry,� Severus started. �I by no means hate you. I know you think I do but you also know I had a reputation to keep intact. I needed to appear to hate you because of that position I held in Voldemort�s circle, I couldn�t risk the possibility of being called a traitor among the Death Eater's, it was just too risky.� Severus tried to quell Harry�s anger but only served to make it greater.�Oh,�Oh, so you can�t trust �The-Boy-Who-Lived� enough to pull me aside and say, �Look this is the situation.� That�s just fucking lovely. You know that? Just lovely!� With that Harry stormed out of the room and up to the Tower. Little did he know that he�d have someone waiting for him when he got back to the dorms.

When Harry entered the Tower he was startled out of his thoughts by a whispered �Stupefy;� the next thing he knew he was in the dorms tied to his bed. He tried to jerk his arms out of the bonds but his attempts were fruitless. He finally looked up and saw Ron, Seamus and a halfway apologetic looking Neville standing over him. He then realized he was also as naked as the day he was born. �Oh, this does not bode well,� thought the hero of the Wizarding World.

�Umm, Ron,� Harry spoke, with fear evident in his voice, he knew this wasn�t going to be pretty. �What�s going on? What are you doing?� Harry�s eyes darted around the room to see if there was any way he might be able to escape. Seeing none he thought it was time to start closing down his mind and try and hide his sanity. Being stripped and tied to a bed with three very angry people was not a good thing. He remembered the one time Uncle Vernon had come home extremely drunk and tried to rape him. He was grateful that the inebriated fool couldn�t get it up and was therefore spared the humiliation of that little episode, but seeing the situation as it currently stood he didn�t think he�d be as lucky with these three.

Harry had gotten his physical sensors blocked off before anyone touched him, which was good. But he still heard whaty wey were saying and that hurt him more then anything.

�You fucking poof, I can�t believe all this time I�ve been living with a fucking queer.� Ron snarled dangerously as he rammed himself into Harry without preparation. �Oh yeah so tight you fucking whore. Good little poof whore, taking it without a sound.� Harry hadn�t even winced when he heard Ron grunting. Ron didn�t speak again until he was done. �You fucking whore, we don�t want you in here you shit packing cock-sucker.� Ron had dismounted Harry and punched him in the jaw. Harry glared at him and spit blood into the fiery redhead�s face which enraged him even more. Seamus held Ron back from doing anything worse to the raven hair Gryffindor.

�No, Ron, if you do more then Neville and I won�t get turns at the sorry bastard.� Seamus spat at Ron. Seamus then glared at Harry. �You know it�s disgusting that you�re queer.� Seamus sneered in his heavy Irish accent. Ron was cleaning himself up without the use of spells and swearing and cussing at Harry when Severus walked into the room. He needed to finish the conversation him and Harry had started about the betrothal agreement earlier. What Severus saw as he watched for mere seconds while Seamus was getting on top of Harry was that Harry was bleeding in several different places and noticed that Harry�s wrists were raw from fighting his bonds. Severus saw a small pool of blood, and what he assumed to be semen, collected on the bed right at Harry�s crotch. Seamus was just trying to mount Harry when that silky smooth voice washed over all of them. For three of the four it was heard and caused extreme fear, for the fourth though it brought up anger and embarrassment at being caught in such position, even if he hadn�t been there willingly. To say the Potion�s master was incensed would be the understatement of the year. Severus was beyond livid or any other emotion related to such. No one deserved this sort of treatment. This was why he was not an intimate person on any level. This was the reason he�d locked his emotions away from the rest of the world. It pulled at Severus� heart to see the boy in such a state.

�What in Merlin�s name is going on here? Get away from him this instant� The voice hardly more then a normal tone but edged with an unmistakable steel that promised pain to just about all in the room. Not waiting for a response Severus fired off three rapid succession �Petrificus Totalis� spells, petrifying Seamus, Neville and Ron. Severus quickly made his way to the bed and rid Harry of his bonds. Severus� body language changed dramatically once he had Harry free from his bonds and covered him with his robes which he had quickly shed. He had noticed Harry�s on the floor torn to shreds. �Are you all right Harry?� Severus spoke softly to the young man before him. Harry had been shivering in shock and embarrassment and anger.

�Well, I�d imagine I�d answer if I thought you really cared but since you don�t...� Harry wrapped the robes tighter around his body and darted from the room and toward the Headmaster�s office.

By the time Harry had arrived at the Headmaster�s office he was in tears. His supposed best friend of six years had not only turned his back on him, but betrayed him in the most despicable way. He had taken Harry�s virginity. He hadn�t spoken the password even though he�d known it; he simply looked at the gargoyle in thought.

The Dursley�s were never really physically hard on Harry, a smack here, foul language constantly and let's not forget the degrading comments. Harry had heard so much as a child about him being a freak and a nuisance that he now believed it, and then everything Ron had done at the end of last year and then what had happened tonight had just cemented everything that the Dursley�s had ever told him while he was growing up.

Harry made up his mind, and he turned from the Headmaster�s office and headed away from it. He took the long twisting and turning halls to the old room on the third floor that Fluffy was in, in Harry�s first year. Harry ran his hands dazedly along the walls in the room reverently. In a way Harry was saying a good-bye to the castle. He had a plan, and since no one cared about him he was going to kill himself. His debt had been paid and yet here people were turning on him again for his sexual orientation. It was just easier this way, no more pain and no more hiding anything from anyone.

Dumbledore didn�t even give him a break. He�d begged the old man for a reprieve from the Dursley�s since Voldemort was dead and that never happened. Harry was sent back to the Dursley�s and their neglectful ways even though he�d told the Headmaster of his mistreatment. The world it seemed was stacked against him, he wanted, no needed, to leave this world and hoped the next one was better. Harry pulled out his wand and found a piece of a broken chair in the corner of the room. He transfigured it into a knife. Harry looked at it, lost in a world all his own. He then came back to this reality and stared at the knife with something akin to awe. This was his ticket out of this world.

Harry cut the sleeves off the robes with the knife he then ran the blade lightly up and down his arm, reveling in the cool crisp feeling of the metal on his bare flesh. By this time Harry�s eyes were glazed over; he was barely in control of his movements. The strokes with the knife increased in pressure until he gasped when the knife penetrated the skin. Harry looked down at the blood in morbid fascination. He was mentally beyond feeling any pain. Harry felt a pull to do something so he got up from the floor where he�d sat down and walked to the wall. He drew his index finger through the blood that had pooled at the wound. He began to write words on the wall. He was feeling very disconnected; like he was already leaving this world. He�d made his peace in this life it was time to go. He continued to stroke letters onto the wall and didn�t check over it until he was done.

Once he�d finished Harry stepped back to admire his work. Only then did he actually know what it said. He smiled sardonically at himself as he read what he�d actually wrn. Tn. There written on the wall in his own blood was �The-Boy-Who-Only-Wanted-Love�. Harry looked at it lovingly and ran his clean hand under it looking quite proud of what he�d accomplished. That short title was all he was summed up quite nicely.

Harry backed away from the wall and sat in the middle of the room. Harry then started to draw imaginary designs with the knife on his arm. He applied more pressure with each pass. Soon his arm was bleeding profusely. Harry�s eyes never left what he�d written on the wall he had no idea that he�d worked himself down to the bone of his arm he was so concentrated on what was on the wall. All the skin and flesh of his arm was totally mangled, if anyone were to enter the room now and try and save him he�d lose his arm for certain. No one came, no one cared, this yet again only cemented the fact that no one cared for Harry now that Voldemort was gone.

Harry, feeling like things weren�t moving quickly enough, took off the robes where he sat, they pooled around his waist. Harry moved the knife to do the imaginary designs on his chest instead of his arm. They started out lightly and then grew in pressure. Harry gasped as the blade bit into his skin. The blood began to flow from his chest as it did from his arm. As the life flowed out of Harry, a small smile played upon his lips. He was ready to leave. He really needed to leave. Harry felt his world fading out and slowly slumped forward and slipped from this realm.

Across the castle while all this was happening Severus was frantic. He�d delivered the boys to Albus but now had to find Harry. Albus gave his guarantee that the boys would be dealt with properly. While Dumbledore contacted the Ministry, Severus searched the castle for Harry, he�d be needed for prosecuting the three boys Severus had caught. Even though what Severus had witnessed was enough to put the boys away for a long time they�d have a better chance at conviction with Harry as a witness. Severus made his way through the halls and as he passed the doorway for the room Fluffy was once held he felt a shiver run through his body. Something was not right in that room. Severus being an ex-spy knew that he should check it but but he also had a feeling that he really didn�t want to know what was in that particular room.

When Severus opened the door and entered the room he was blasted with the pungent smell of human blood, human blood that was laced with magic. �A wizard,� Severus thought to himself in the dark room. Severus pulled out his wand and cast a lumos spell in the dark room. What he saw made him reel back and almost slam himself into the wall behhim.him. There curled on the floor in the middle of the room was a body with a shock of raven black hair. Severus had a gut feeling it was Harry but wasn�t going to make assumptions. He looked around the room as he hastily made his way to the body he�d seen, when the writing on the wall caught his attention. With that he knew it was Harry. He quickened his pace to the body and dropped to his knees swiftly and in an undignified manner. He grabbed Harry�s shoulder roughly and pulled him up. What he saw drew a choked sob from the normally strictly controlled man. Harry Potter�s vibrant green eyes were cold and dead, empty.

Severus gathered the dead boy into his arms and quickly made his way to Dumbledore�s office. Not bothering knocking Severus kicked the door open savagely, a primal look on his face, one that spoke volumes of his own self-hatred for how the boy had taken his own life because he thought no one loved him. A single tear escaped his eye as he gently laid Harry down on Albus� desk; the old man�s normally twinkling eyes almost as dead as the green-eyed boy in front of him.

�Well Severus looks like we have a conundrure. re. I have two options for you and you must choose. You know right here and now only you can save him if you choose. I can give you a time-turner and you can save him or we can leave it as it is. If I give you the time-turner, you can only go back one hour. The ministry has approved it for one hour only. So you can�t stop the rape, only his suicide attempt. I know of the betrothal and I do believe you would be good for him.� Albus reached into his desk and withdrew the time-turner and placed it on Harry�s mutilated body. �If you choose the time-turner, you will be responsible for him. I will give you a leave of absence and Poppy and I can take turns teaching your classes until I find someone else to cover for you on a more semi-permanent basis. We can discuss it later at any rate, but time is wasting.�

Severus wasted no time in getting the time-turner off of Harry and twisting it once and disappeared. Albus could deal with the body. It wouldn�t be there long anyway. Albus cast a mobilicorpus on Harry�s remains and moved them to a couch in the old Order meeting room. Albus bent down and kissed Harry�s forehead and spoke softly to the dead young man.

�I�m sorry you feel none of us care Harry, I know now I was wrong in ever sending you to the Dursley�s, I hope when the time comes you can forgive me.� Albus looked down sadly at the young man before him before his shoulder�s slumped in defeat, he had a lot to make up to the young man it turned out he�d neglected as much as the Dursley�s had abused the poor boy. Albus left the room and waited to be contacted by Severus.
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