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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: Ok, SMUT! Or maybe not? lol. Enjoy and thank you to all my loverly reviews, I hope you continue to enjoy the story. :)

The curse of blood

Falls upon this nation

I wash my hands

And hang my head in shame

I pray for peace

And forge the crooked valley

This dreaded fear

Held prisoner inside me – Toto, No End In Sight

Chapter Nine

Harry straightened and began working his wrists and shoulders to regain the feeling in them, Snape surveyed him with his familiar inscrutable expression. “Thanks.” Harry said softly.

Snape’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t understand it.” He said softly. “You should not only be dead but you weren’t even born...what devilry is this?”

Harry smiled bitterly. “I’m from another dimension, I was...kidnapped and brought here to defeat Voldemort.”

Snape winced at the name but said nothing. “I see...If I help you in your escape I will expect further explanation.”

“Deal.” Harry said as he gazed around the room. “So, how do we get out?”

Snape gestured towards the door. “Through here but we will have to disguise you...there is not guard as there is heavy enchantments on the door to keep people in. I will disguise you as one of us, with a mask so that we can escape. Remember do not speak and do not do anything except what I tell you, do you understand?”

Harry nodded as Snape passed him a long black cloak and spare mask from a chest in the corner, he had no idea why they had spare robes hanging around in prisons and he didn’t ask. He stood before the door feeling exceptionally vulnerable, especially since he had given his wand to James. He glanced at Snape who had a carefully blank expression as he opened the door, he turned and locked it behind him and re-set the enchantments. “Follow me.” He said and swept down the hall way, Harry trotted after him gazing around curiously. Snape’s robes billowed around him and Harry was once again reminded of a giant bat, he smiled at the familiar mental imagery before realising his situation. They went down a set of spiralling stairs and it wasn’t long before Harry found himself getting dizzier, he paused briefly and shook his head before following Snape once again. Doors led off from the stairs at odd intervals and Harry peered into the few that were open, each of them appeared to be some sort of high-tech prison as there were chains and what looked like bloody torture equipment inside. He shuddered and reaffirmed his determination to complete his task.

They reached the bottom of the stair case with no interruption and stepped out into the cold morning air, Harry gazed around himself and felt despair seep into his soul. It was hell. The world was lit by bright orange flames from the massive pits, there were echoing screams from tortured souls and he could clearly see long lines of marching Death Eaters. He took a breath and let it out slowly as he scanned the area and spotted the dilapidated cottage, he licked his lips, it wasn’t very far away. “Snape!” He whispered softly to his companion. “I have to get in there.” He pointed to the cottage and saw Snape’s gaze follow his, the man shook his head.

“Impossible, only the Dark Lord is allowed inside.”

“I don’t care. I have to get in there...do you know how?”

Snape eyed him suspiciously for a moment before seeming to come to a decision. “Fine. We will have to do some lying, stay silent!” He strode towards the building confidently, gliding across the muddy ground. “You there!” He said as he reached the pair of tired looking guards. “I have been asked to retrieve something from within the cottage, the Dark Lord will be arriving soon.”

The guards looked at each other. “We’re not supposed to let anyone inside...” One of them said doubtfully.

“Are you going to ignore the orders of your lord?” Snape said quietly. Harry hung back, unwilling to gain attention.

“No...no we just thought...”

“Then let my companion and I inside.”

One guard shifted uncomfortably before sighing and releasing the enchantments enough for the pair of them to step through. Snape glanced at the building and looked to Harry. “Hurry, I do not know how long it will be before the Dark Lord returns.”

Harry swallowed nervously and nodded, he began walking up the small hill towards the cottage. The house was dusty and so full of cobwebs it looked as if someone had sprayed it with silvery paint. Harry had difficulty breathing as the dust choked him, he lifted the neck of his robes so they covered the lower half of his face and walked forwards. He recognised the lay out from the Memories of Bob Ogden, the kitchen was empty of everything as was every other room. He made his way upstairs and reached a bedroom which also appeared empty but before he could step away he felt something tug at his mind and he turned. His eyes landed upon a floor board. He blinked, suddenly certain that it was loose. Slowly he stepped towards it sending up little puffs of dust as each foot fell, he stopped before the floor board and stared at it for a while. Something about the area made his hackles rise, his instinct was to run away from whatever was beneath the floor, it was like a great malevolent miasma was rising up through the cracks in the wood. Harry forced away his instinct and knelt down, he put his finger nails between the gap in the wood and gave an almighty tug. It was wrenched free with more ease than he had been expecting and he fell backwards with a gasp of shock. He lay still coughing for a moment as Snape glided over to the gap and gazed inside.

“A ring?” He asked in mild surprise.

“Is it there?!” Harry pulled off his mask and gazed inside the little gap. There it was. A small, golden ring with a black stone set into it, upon which was the crest of the Deathly Hallows. He grinned to himself and reached inside, suddenly Snape’s fingers took hold of his wrist.

“What are you doing? Are you mad? If this is an important artefact do you not think the Dark Lord would have placed some kind of barriers on it?”

Harry sighed. “Yeah, I wasn’t thinking...well...how do we get it out?”

Snape brought out his wand with a frown, slowly he began muttering as he waved it over the hole in the floor. Several minutes passed in which Harry simply watched Snape work, finally he withdrew. “There are layers of very powerful Dark Magic surrounding this ring, I cannot even begin to fathom them all without a great deal of time...time which we do not have.” He paused and considered. “I think, for now, we must disable the ones that are preventing someone from removing it and then we shall see to the rest later.” Harry watched once again as Snape began to breath incomprehensible words and wave his wand in a series of complicated patterns. After a few minutes a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead and he began to frown deeper, Harry watched in silent anticipation before Snape gasped softly and let his arm fall back to his side. “It is done but be wary.”

Harry nodded and pulled back his sleeve, slowly he reached for the ring that glinted innocently in its dark little hole. His fingers brushed the surface of the black stone and a shiver tore up his spine, he quickly grabbed the thing just as a soft hiss escaped it, it fell silent as soon as his hand closed around it. He sat there panting a few seconds before shaking his head. “Let’s get out of here.” He whispered.

Outside the sun had risen to reveal the camp in all it’s terrible glory, Harry scanned the area as he followed at Snape’s heels towards the gates. He felt nervous as he had no idea when Lord Voldemort was going to appear. They neared the gates and paused to have them opened by the guards, they never even stopped to ask Snape why he was leaving, probably assuming he had urgent business. Harry held his breath as he stepped outside the camp, he felt as if something should happen, as if as soon as his feet touched freedom a call would go out as someone discovered the missing Horcrux. He held his breath even as they began making their way back up the hill, he could almost feel Voldemorts crimson eyes on his back and it made chills creep down his spine. His hand clutched the ring so tightly the cool metal dug into his palm. Getting a horcrux should not have been that easy. It worried him.

They were forced to pause at the crest of the hill to catch their breaths, Snape gazed back over his shoulder with a suspicious frown. “What is the significance of that ring, Potter?” He asked as he turned those beetle black eyes to Harry.

Harry held out the object so it glinted innocently in his palm. “I can’t tell you, I’m sorry. It’s important though, we need to destroy it.”

“I see...” Snape glared at him. “If you have made me risk my life for some worthless trinket I will-” Whatever it was Snape would do to him Harry never found out as a jet of red light shot from the bushes and hit him in the back. He crumpled in a heap and lay still. Harry blinked in shock.

“What the-?” He turned to see James, Sirius and Remus stepping out from the bushes, wands raised.

“Harry!” Sirius ran to his side and took hold of his face, he gazed at him carefully. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

“No...no I’m fine...only, you just...”

“Look at what we’ve got here then...” James said with menace in his voice as he poked Snape’s unconscious form over with the toe of his boot. “Snivelly!” He hissed.

Sirius turned to look down at the body, he smirked. “Well, well, well...” He said softly and crouched beside Snape. “Look at him, the greasy little fuck.” He jabbed him in the side of the face with his wand and chuckled darkly. “So, you really are working for them...I was right.”

Remus frowned and looked at Harry. “What were you doing?” He asked.

“He helped me escape...once he realised I wasn’t you.” He nodded towards his father. “He helped me get this.” He lifted his hand and held out the ring, everyone gathered around it, forgetting Snape in their curiosity. James reached for it but withdrew his hand rapidly.

“I don’t like it.” He muttered nervously. “It’s like...like there’s something living in there.”

Harry looked at it and nodded. “Voldemorts soul.” He said quietly.

“So, Snape was merely helping you? Are you sure he’s not spying?” Remus asked slightly doubtfully.

Harry smiled slightly. “No, he’s on our side.”

“How do you know? How can you trust a Death Eater?” Sirius asked warily nudging Snape with his boot.

“I know I can trust him, isn’t that enough?” Harry was reluctant to divulge Snape’s secret heartache, he didn’t want to lose a potential ally. “We can use him, he knows more Dark Magic than any of us here. Think about what he can tell us about Voldemort’s movements!”

Remus’ face relaxed and he smiled. “An excellent idea, Harry. As long as we keep an eye on him we can work together.”

Sirius shared a doubtful glance with James and sneered. “He’s a slimy git, we can do without him...let’s just kill him here and be done with it.” He lifted his wand but Remus put his hand on it.

“I think there’s enough death here, don’t you?” He said softly.

Sirius paused, he licked his lips before glancing at Harry and away again. “Fine!” He snapped and shoved his wand back into his pocket. “Do whatever you want just don’t go crying to me when he’s killed you in your sleep, he’s a snake and snake’s cannot be trusted.”

Harry sighed softly as Sirius walked off a little way, he put the ring safely in his pocket, reluctant to put it on and knelt to revive Snape. James folded his arms across his chest and frowned slightly as Harry pointed his wand at the unconscious Death Eater. “I think Sirius is right you know.” He said quietly. “We can’t trust him.”

“I know you can’t...but can you trust me?” He looked up at his father. “If you can trust me then you can trust that I know what I’m doing.”

James pulled a face as if he had tasted something bitter but nodded his head sharply. “Ok, but if he turns on us we’re all dead, you understand that don’t you?”

Harry smiled. “I do.”

“Good. Then let’s get out of here.”

Snape came around and blinked, he groaned softly before sitting upright. “What happened?”

“Er...you were attacked by accident.” Harry replied guiltily.

Snape’s eyes focussed on him and slowly slid to James who stood over him, his arms folded and his eyes narrowed in dislike. “Potter!” Snape hissed as he scrambled to his feet, he drew his wand and lifted it.

“Snape.” James replied with the tiniest sneer. “From now on we’re working together, you have Harry to thank for your life so don’t go throwing it away by doing something stupid. Come on, we’re going.” He strode off after Sirius, Remus sighed softly and shook his head.

“After all this time you would have thought we’d have grown up a bit...” He said with a small shrug.

“Old grudges die hard I suppose.” Harry replied with a glance at Snape who was glaring furiously after James. “Come on, let’s go before we’re caught.”

XXX

“Two down.” Harry whispered to himself. He gazed down at the ring and locket, they lay side by side on a table seemingly so innocent yet hiding the shattered pieces of the soul of a monster. He touched the locket and felt that almost undetectable heartbeat beneath his fingers, his breathing caught in his throat as he was once again repulsed by the feeling. He withdrew quickly and automatically wiped his hand on his robe.

“Harry!”

Harry turned to see Sirius stood in the doorway of the living room, they were situated in an old abandoned Cottage. “Hi.” Harry said with a smile.

Sirius entered and looked down at the Horcruxes. “How many more do we have to get?”

“Well, there’s the cup, the Diadem and the diary...” Harry said and nodded. “Just the three. In my time Voldemort used Bertha Jorkins as his victim to create the other Horcrux in Nagini...I doubt he would have done it this time.”

“Bertha Jorkins?” Sirius smirked slightly. “She was a few years older than me at school...used to be a right gossip. I nearly hit her several times with a curse for the problems her gossip caused.”

“I know, you told me.” Harry smiled and their eyes met over the top of the Horcrux’s. Something in the air seemed to thicken and Harry felt a pleasant chill race down his spine as he remembered the feel of Sirius’ lips against his own, Sirius cocked his head to the side like an inquisitive dog and Harry couldn’t help but be struck by how handsome he was.

“James has gone out to get us some food with Remus…” Sirius muttered, his eyes moving down to gaze intently at the Horcrux’s lined up on the table. He reached out with a finger and nudged the locket. “You know, my family are distantly related to Slytherin…Very, very distantly. My mother would take every opportunity to remind us of this fact, we’re probably descended from one of his cousins rather than him directly, but she wouldn’t like to admit that.” He smirked and picked up the locket, it swung back and forth on its delicate chain like a hypnotists watch. Sirius’ eyes tracked it’s movement carefully, the silver irises glittering like the gems on the locket. “Do you reckon it would have a picture inside?”

Harry shook his head slowly, his own eyes glued to the man before him. “No…where the pictures normally are there’s only two crimson eyes. If there was a picture before Voldemort turned it into a Horcrux it doesn’t exist now.”

“I see.” Sirius moved his piercing gaze from the locket to Harry, he rested his head on one hand and simply watched the boy who so much resembled James. “You look a lot like your father…”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“But you could be two different people. Since Lily’s death James…he changed…” Sirius gazed off into the distance for a moment and let the locket fall back to the table. “He became harder, but then I suppose we all changed after that day. We watched them all die and the few we did manage to save from the sewers…” He trailed off and sighed heavily. “I killed.”

Harry’s eyes widened and he stood up backing away from Sirius a few paces. “You what? They were your allies!”

Sirius’ smile became twisted. “What other choice did we have? We came out in one of our secret hideouts, it was an old Victorian house, abandoned and condemned…we had hordes of Death Eater’s following us and we had no choice but to collapse the tunnel behind us and crush all those still inside. You think we enjoyed it? We had to listen to their screams…They haunt me in my sleep, they follow me wherever I go…I’ll never forget them.” His face twisted and he buried his face in his hands. “It was awful but we had to escape! No matter what the cost we had to get away so we could travel to find you! There was no other choice!”

Harry stood perfectly still for a long moment before licking his dry lips. “For the Greater Good.” He breathed, Sirius looked at him through his long fringe and nodded slowly. He had madness glittering in his eyes and it scared Harry but there was also something hauntingly attractive about it, he was drawn to Sirius in a way that scared him and made him question his own sanity. “I’ve never knowingly killed but…but people have died as a result of my actions. Like when we escaped Lestrange’s Vault in Gringotts…so many died because Voldemort was so furious. It’s my fault, because I was there, because it was me who angered him…they didn’t need to die but they did…” Harry sighed and sat back down in his seat, he slumped his shoulders and stared despondently at the ceiling. “Casualties of war…collateral damage…it all sounds so callous. I never even knew any of their names, I never even saw many of their faces…except in brief flashes through Voldemort’s eyes. I suppose we all have our own guilt to carry.”

“That we do, little Prongslet, that we do.” Their eyes met across the table again and there was a sudden flash of understanding between them, both of them knew heartache and pain, they both knew the abuse of uncaring adults. They both knew loneliness and wore it like a cloak. Sirius stood and moved closer to Harry who remained in his seat, the man moved with a grace inherent in his genes until he was stood before Harry and looking down at him with curious eyes. “We have a lot more in common than you let on, Prongslet.” He said softly and crouched before him, Harry couldn’t look away from him even if he’d wanted to. “You…fascinate me in ways I don’t understand.” Sirius reached up and brushed a lock of hair from the lightening shaped bolt on Harry’s forehead, he gazed at it, enraptured for a long moment before running a calloused thumb across it and making Harry shudder and grit his teeth. “Does it hurt?” Sirius asked suddenly, his eyes softening in concern.

“No…I just…” Harry smiled. “I’m not really used to people touching it, it was caused by Dark Magic after all…Ginny never touched it, I think she was afraid of it.”

“Dark Magic doesn’t scare me, Harry.” Sirius smiled and slowly slid his fingers into Harry’s messy hair, gently he pulled their faces close. “You are absolutely fascinating.” He breathed, hot breath ghosting over Harry’s lips and making them part slightly. Sirius’ eyes landed on them and he smirked slightly before leaning forward in one swift movement and capturing Harry’s mouth with his own. Harry’s head was tipped back by Sirius’ hand tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, his lips parted slightly as he tried to draw breath but a hot, probing tongue slid between them. When their tongues touched Harry shivered, lightening shot across his skin and he let slip an involuntary moan which Sirius swallowed hungrily. The moment was intense, Sirius’ tongue did things that Harry had never dreamed possible, it sent his libido into overdrive and it wasn’t long before he felt his cock stirring within the confines of his trousers. Finally when Harry was afraid he was going to suffocate Sirius drew away leaving a casual flick of his tongue across Harry’s rather bruised lips, he smirked and smoothed hair from his eyes as he moved so that he sat in Harry’s lap. “You’re a good kisser…”

“I-I’ve never erm…never kissed a bloke before…I…Why are you in my lap?” Harry’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as Sirius’ snickered, Harry’s fingers tightened on the arms of his chair as Sirius shifted his weight and caused pleasure to send a bolt of lightning right into his groin. He hissed air through his teeth and tipped his head back.

“It doesn’t matter, I have enough experience for the both of us…do you want me Harry?” Sirius muttered seductively against the dip of Harry’s throat. “Say you want me and I’m yours.”

A hand slid down Harry’s chest and reached between their bodies, Sirius smiled as he gently squeezed Harry’s erection through his trousers. Harry bit back a moan as lips found the skin of his throat, his eyes fell half closed and a pink tinge flushed his cheeks.

“Sh-Shit…Siri-Sirius I…” Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and he let a wave pleasure wash through his body, the heat between them was intense and almost overwhelming. He shuddered and tried to bring his thoughts into some kind of order, was he gay? He had never really thought about it before, he had enjoyed Ginny’s mouth on his cock, that was for sure but then he hadn’t enjoyed sex with her…he had put it down to the stress his mind was under and his preoccupation with his guilt.

“I’ll can be yours Harry, just say the words and you can have me…what do you say?” Sirius smiled as he gazed down into Harry’s eyes. “You look like your father but I can get around that because your personalities are so different…so, what do you want?”

“Ah!” Harry arched his back as Sirius’ skilled hand began massaging him, he felt a hot tongue and sharp teeth on his skin and swallowed hard. “W-We can’t…!” He gasped finally, turning his eyes to meet Sirius’. “It’s wrong!”

Sirius stopped in his ministrations and huffed irritably. “Nope….nothing like James.” He sighed. “Even he used to enjoy a good fool around in the dorms when we were bored and randy, it’s just entertainment Harry, it’s not as if I want to marry you. We’d just…fuck occasionally.” His smile turned devious and he nipped at Harry’s ear. “I don’t mind if you want to top or bottom, I’m pretty versatile.”

Harry’s eyes widened in confusion. “What? What does that even mean?”

Sirius stared at him disbelief. “You’re kidding me, right?” At the look on Harry’s face he laughed. “A top is someone who likes to give, the Bottom likes to take…someone who is versatile can do both.” He grinned and the pink flush on Harry’s cheeks. “Such an innocent reaction, adorable…and definitely not like James. You know he was a pretty good with his hands…probably all that Quidditch he played. He had this technique where he could make me cum in less than a minute.” His smile turned nostalgic. “We never went any further than botched hand jobs in broom cupboards but I reckon he’d be a decent shag.” He paused and saw Harry looking uncomfortable, Sirius giggled and smirked. “So, how far do you want to take this, Potter?”
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