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The Diary - Re-edited	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23420 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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MEMORIES AND RHYME REVEALED

Severus sat pale and unable to meet either Harry or Draco’s gaze, his dark eyes were focused on the floor. The silence was almost deafening in its intensity and Harry looked at Draco as if for guidance. Harry could see that the potion master was shaking visibly, a tremor in his shoulders and Draco took a step towards his godfather, biting his bottom lip with nerves.

“I…I can’t.” the words were softly whispered but Harry’s heart almost broke at the anguish in the man’s tone. There was a feeling that crawled up Harry’s spine and he had the distinct impression that nothing was what it seemed.

“You loved her?” Draco must have been the same instinct, his words full of tentative understanding and the dark eyed man looked up at them before lowering his gaze with a barely audible whimper. The sobs though quiet echoed loudly in Harry’s ears, Snape nodded, his dark hair hanging over his face obscuring his weeping face.

“What happened?” Harry enquired, trying not to push the sobbing man, his voice shaking with the shock at seeing this stoic spy reduced to hitching cries. Harry knelt down and with a trembling hand he touched the weeping potion master, gasping as he mind was invaded with images.

Images of the potion classroom filled Harry’s mind and he gasped at the vision of a younger Snape, in his early twenties by Harrys guess. The young potion master talking to Dumbledore and it appeared to Harry that the Professor was showing him around his new classroom.

“This will be your classroom my dear boy and I do hope that you will be happy here.” He patted Snape on the shoulder affectionately.

“Thank you Sir….thank you for saving me.” Snape’s rich voice was smooth and Harry for a moment understood why Lucius was attracted to the dark eyed man.

Dumbledore waved his hand as if it was nothing and with a flourish he darted leaving the young man looking around his room with awe in his eyes. The dark orbs widening with surprise as a young brunette danced into the room, Harry gasped at the vision of Melody. The beautiful young girl frozen to the spot and Harry noticed that she was carrying an armful of what appeared to be potion ingredients, as if the vials sensed Harry’s realisation they began to slip from her grasp. Snape at her side in two bounding steps and pulled the falling ingredients into his arms, Melody stumbled forward and pressed herself against his chest.

“Are you ok?” the low tones seemed to deepen as Snape spoke and Melody struggled to swallow and Harry felt like a voyeur to an important moment in the two peoples lives.

The moment they met.

“I…I…I didn’t realise that anyone was here.” She whispered and looked into the potions masters eyes and the heat practically crackled in the room.

“Who are you?” the velvet tone enquired, “The castle is closed for the summer holidays.” Melody looked flummoxed by the question, then a small shy s mile graced her face and Harry understood why Snape had fallen for the younger women.

“I live here,” seeing the confusion on his face, “Dumbledore is my guardian.” At the mention of his mentors name, Snape changed and pulled back for the girl, taking a breath and appearing to compose himself.

“I am the new potion professor,” he reached out his hand and shook hers in a very formal manner, her smile dropped slightly at the coolness that the man now displayed, “Professor Snape..pleased to meet you.”

Images tumbled away and the room began to change, Harry took a deep breath as a candlelit room filled his vision. Melody stood at the foot of the bed, her creamy naked skin almost glowing in the light spilling from the fire. Snape lay on the bed, stroking his impressive erection and hunger in his eyes made Harry almost moan. Melody bit her bottom lip with anticipation and gasped as rope appeared tethering her wrists to the four poster bed and Snape smiled, his dark eyes filled a fire that consumed the young woman as she arched her back. Harry felt his pulse race at the display, her stomach taut and her breasts heaving with desire, the nipples erect and flushed with blood. Climbing from the bed like a sleek predator, the potion master approached the whimpering Melody and the heat increased in the room.

“So desperate for my touch,” he ran a fingertip along her neck and she tilted her head to give him better access, her blue eyes dilated with arousal, “So eager for me?”

“Yes…yes…please.” Barely contained desire brimming in the tone and Snape allowed his fingers to continue mapping her body, skimming her ribs and plunging between her legs. Harry groaned along with her, watching as she lifted herself onto her toes and opened her mouth in a low moan.

“So wet for me,” Snape leaned in and nuzzled her neck, his mouth pressing soft kisses as he plunged his fingers deep inside the keening girl, “My lovely little slut…” he crushed their mouths together and swallowed her gasps of lust, “My love.” He murmured against her panting mouth and the smile that Melody bestowed upon him made Snape deepen the fiery kiss.

“I love you.” Melody breathed and Harry was struck by the obvious love that was shining from the normally harsh potion master.

“Love you…so much.” Severus looked into her eyes as he spoke, the movement of his finger never ceasing and Melody’s eyes fluttered shut as she writhed, her hips circling chasing her release. Crying out as he removed his glistening fingers and grabbed her hips. Lifting her and unceremoniously thrusting his rigid cock inside her in one fluid movement, joint grunts of pleasure echoed in the room and neither of them moved. Connected by their mouths and bodies, they kissed feverishly and Severus stroked his fingers along her spine to soothe her trembles of excitement.

The room fragmenting again and Harry feel frustrated at the scene disappearing before his eyes. Berating himself for allowing the memories to overwhelm him and he tried to focus himself, slowing his frantic breathing. Voices loud on his ears as the room came into focus, recognising Dumbledore’s voice as his room appeared.

“ENOUGH! IT WILL END TONIGHT!” the ferocity in the normally serene man’s voice scared Harry, the man he looked up to clearly filled with anger and Severus formed in front of harry.

“Please.” That one whispered word was so full of despair that Harry found his eyes watering with understanding.

“How dare you!” Severus paled even further and took a step back, the venom in Dumbledore’s tone shocking Harry, “Let me make myself clear…you will end this little dalliance,” Severus’ face was forlorn and his dark eyes brimmed with tears, “Or I will send you back to Askaban.”

No! he can’t have said that.

Harry’s heart stopped at the tone in the professor’s voice, pure malice dripping and the usual soft caring eyes were hard. Dumbledore moved closer to the shaking potion master who flinched and stumbled back, a mean smile graced the headmasters features.

“Do I make myself clear?” he reached and patted Severus’ almost softly on the shoulder, Harry shuddered at the gesture and Severus mirrored his response, “You will finish it or I will see you rot back where you belong.” Tears fell silently down Severus’ face and as if every ounce of life had left his body, he nodded.

Silence reigned in the classroom and Harry struggled to get his breath, his own tears streaming down his face. Draco immediately by his side and Harry buried his face into his neck and allowed the sobs to subside, the scent of the blond soothing him.

“I…I understand.” Harry whispered and Draco looked confused for a moment before the knowledge that the words were not meant for him, he turned to look at the devastated Severus.

“What happened?” Draco asked softly, Harry spoke against his neck and the blond shivered at the sensation and Harry almost kissed the flesh beneath his lips but held himself back as he repeated in hushed tones what he had witnessed. Draco tensing slightly and Harry felt the anger building in his lover, Draco’s jaw set with barely contained fury as Harry completed his story.

“How could you give up without a fight!” he shouted as he pulled from Harry’s embrace, his grey eyes stormy while he regarded Severus. Dejected, Severus let his head hang down and he could not look his favourite student in the eyes. Harry shocked himself as he opened his mouth and spoke, defending the potion master.

“Draco…don’t,” he reached out and stroked the nape of the blond neck, knowing the touch would comfort him, “Dumbledore made him!” the words grabbing his heart and squeezing at the thought that he really didn’t know the headmaster at all.

“I don’t care,” Draco looked at harry and the frantic quality in his gaze made Harry’s heart skip, “I WOULD FIGHT FOR YOU!” the heartfelt words sank in and Harry’s thundering heart exploded in his chest, unable to speak he did the only thing he could, he grabbed the trembling Draco and slammed their lips together. Trying to infuse every fragment of emotion into the embrace, Harry hoped that the blond knew how much he meant to him. Losing themselves in the moment, the kiss all-consuming and Harry absorbed every moan and gasp that fell from Draco’s lovely mouth.

“Harry…I think that I...” Harry’s breath caught at the prospect of the words he hoped were about to slip from Draco’s panting lips, almost screaming with frustration as the floo flared to life.

“Severus?” Kingsley disembodied voice enquired, “We have a situation that may require your services.” There was a worried quality to the normally relaxed man’s voice and Harry felt a vice like grip on his insides, sensing that trouble was coming.

Severus took a steadying breath and answered as calmly as he could, even though Harry could hear the hoarseness in his voice.

“What has happened?”

Harry heard his own gasp and felt Draco’s against his skin, Severus merely cocked an eyebrow at the revelation that echoed in the room.

“Rhyme has infiltrated Voldemort’s lair,” there was a pause and Harry’s hand gripped Dracos, the worry evident, “We may need your help if something goes wrong.”

Harry was silent as he flooed back to Grimmauld Place, the potion master staring at anything but him and Draco. Sirius sneered at the man. The harsh stare softening as Harry emerged from the fireplace, crossing the room and pulling him into his arms. Harry took solace from the hug, tears brimming as he felt Remus’ arms encircling them both.

“Harry…I’m sorry,” Remus’ words were rough with emotion, “I should have never kept secrets from you.” Harry looked into the pained amber eyes and pulled the man he had come to see as family into his arms.

“I’m sorry.” Harry murmured and looked up to see Draco watching him with a hint of something in those beautiful steely grey eyes.

Love? I think he loves me.

The thought hit Harry like a tsunami of churning emotions and feelings. His breath robbed from his lungs for a second and his heart threatened to leap from his chest. Fear coursing through him but one overwhelming emotion pushed aside anything else and Harry submitted to the knowledge that now made itself known.

Oh god…I love him.

Unable to drown in the sea of conflicting feelings when Kingsley emerged from the fire, his face strained and reflecting the concern that practically reverberated around the room. Lucius appeared behind him and Harry was shocked at the pale expression that graced the handsome older man’s features.

“What the hell is Rhyme thinking?” Sirius shouted angrily but also Harry detected a trace of fear.

“It appears the Dark Lord has employed Rhyme’s services,” it was Lucius that answered Sirius’ question, the blond closing his eyes and a look of disgust crossed his face, “He has hired Rhyme for a party…a private party.”

Confused, Harry wondered for a moment what the blond was referring to and the Draco let out a small knowing gasp and looked sick at the thought. The vision of the club danced in Harry’s mind and suddenly the pieces fit together.

A sex party.

“Rhyme will use this opportunity to plant devices at the Manor so that will be able to hopefully spy on Voldemort,” Harry was stunned that the auror would risk his life to obtain information. Kingsley pulled a small globe from his pocket, looking at Harry and Draco, “Boys, it may be better if you were to leave the room.” Harry recognised the viewing ball in the aurors hand and knew that the man did not want them to witness what lengths Rhyme would have to go.

“No, they stay,” Remus and Lucius echoed, “No more secrets.”

Shocked, harry went to speak, his words stuck in his throat as Dumbledore emerged from the floo, brushing dust off his robes and a pleasant smile on his face. Nausea rose in Harry’s stomach, Draco having sensed the change in his body language moved closer and Harry instantly calmed at the proximity.

“Any news from the illusive Rhyme?” there was a hint of something in Dumbledore’s enquiry and it intrigued Harry.

He doesn’t know him.

Thinking back to the things that Kingsley and the others had said about Rhyme, it was becoming apparent that only a small handful of people were aware of his identity. Without realising it Harry was absent mindedly stroking the snake necklace that was nestled against his chest.

“We are about to see if the viewing devices are in place,” Kingsley looked at the two young men, shaking his head to express his apprehension at them watching.

“Then we shall see.” Dumbledore nodded to him to continue, looking at Harry briefly and he seemed surprised that he was still in the room.

“They’re staying.” Sirius informed the headmaster and before he had a chance to retort, Sirius looked at Kingsley. The man taking a cue and muttering an incantation, all of them silenced as the room transformed into the large reception room at Malfoy Manor.

The Dark Lord was sitting on a high backed chair as if it was his throne and he was king of his domain. Soft muted grunts echoing off the walls and all eyes were drawn from the red eyed maniac to the vision of a naked muscular man that was currently strapped face down upon a metal rack.

Rhyme?

Taking in the stunned but unconcerned faces of the other men around him, Harry reassessed his initial thought.

“Greyback.” Severus said, surprise evident in the potion master’s tone. Harry’s eyes scanned the body that was pulling at the chains holding it in place, rivulets of blood spilling from the whip marks that decorated the werewolf’s back.

THWACK THWACK THWACK

The gag in the deatheaters mouth the only thing holding in the screams as the whip slashed down and bit into his skin, all eyes lifting to the vision before them. Severus, Harry , Draco and Dumbledore rendered speechless at the figure in front of them. Dark hair scraped back, leather mask in place stood Rhyme. Harry couldn’t breathe at the sight, tall, lithe but with curves in all the right places. Long lean legs encased in high heeled boots, black shorts cut high showing a glimpse of smooth rounded buttocks and corset laced tightly, full breasts covered in lace.

Rhyme’s a woman!

“A woman!” Draco exclaimed, looking at his father with bewilderment.

“I thought..” Harry began and Remus looked at him.

“You assumed...that’s what Rhyme wanted,” he smiled at Harry, “The masks protected their identities.”

“You want more?” an almost soft voice asked, all eyes drawn back to scene developing in front of them.

Greyback moaned pitifully against his gag and a small smile graced Rhyme’s lips, the rest of her face obscured by the vivid red leather mask. A sharp snap of her hips and Greyback screamed, Voldemort clapped his hands together with glee. All the men in the room took a sudden inhale of breath as the harness strapped around Rhyme’s hips came into view, the large black dildo attached plundering Greyback’s writhing body with deep and harsh thrusts.

“Fuck!” Lucius reddened at the word that escaped from his mouth, Severus looked at the blond and then back to Rhyme, his dark eyes skimming over her body and a flare of anger sparked in his gaze.

“I’m not staying to watch this!” Severus exploded with annoyance and stalked towards the floo, Lucius reached out to grab him and he opened his mouth to say something, his jaw clicking shut as Voldemort’s hissing laugh filled the room. Everyone paled at his next words and Harry felt terror climb up his spine.

“Enough!” Rhyme’ thrusts faltered and stopped, turning with a smile plastered to her face, Voldemort leaned forward and his red eyes almost glowed with malevolence, “Time to take off the masssk, sssshow me the lovely face behind the façade.”

“That was not part of the proceedings.” There was an edge to her voice and she pulled free from the whimpering werewolf, unhitching the harness and it fell to the floor with a clatter. The noise breaking the tension and suddenly several deatheaters appeared, their wands trained on her. Laughter and victory in his voice, Voldemort smiled at the poker faced auror.

“I’m very eager to ssssee the infamous face behind the masssk,” he licked his lips and Kingsley ran to the floo, firing orders to his men, Harry’s blood ran cold at Voldemorts next statement, “Come now…don’t be sssshy…my dear auror Rhyme.” Kingsley froze at the words and Lucius let out a choked gasp.

Rhyme stood, face impassive and blue eyes regarded the red eyed monster with a strange calm. Harry realised he was holding his breath, Draco now gripping his arm and his grey eyes wide. Slowly, she reached up and unlaced the mask, her fingers steady and Harry marvelled at her apparent calm. Voldemort appeared beside himself with glee, his smile widening as Rhyme peeled the mask away. A noise behind him, Harry turned to see Severus stumbling backwards and Dumbledore was white.

Like he’s seen a ghost.

Draco’ grip tightened and Harry nearly screamed at the feel of his nails digging into his flesh, turning to look at the blond. Stopping dead, his heart clenching and the necklace moving again. The pieces falling into place, his eyes fighting to take in the image in front of him. A defiant smile gracing her lips and her blue eyes piercing in their intensity. Looking no older than in the picture of her wedding to Remus, stood Harry’s godmother Melody.
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