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Chapter 11
“What would you like?” Severus panted as his hands roamed all over Harry's bare chest.
Blushing, Harry kissed the older man's face, pressing his lips all over the pale skin. He really wanted that clever tongue sliding into his ass again, but he couldn't ask. Even after everything he'd done, all that this man had become to him, he couldn't ask for that!
Snape seemed to understand as he worked the fly down on Harry's trousers and pulled the material over the hips and over the thighs. Then he settled his face between the legs, deliberately moving so that the younger wizard lay on his back, in the same position he had been in when he had been raped, but this time there was no unwillingness. Severus' lips kissed the balls, the hard penis, and then the wrinkled pucker that led to where he wanted to be. His tongue slicked out and into the wet passage. Then he had a hard time keeping up a steady rhythm as Harry writhed so violently below him and begged so mercilessly that he had to grip the legs to try and still the desperately aroused man.
“Please, oh god, oh, fuck, hell! Please please pleasepleasepleaseplease...” Harry's brain seemed to short circuit at that point and he was only capable of incoherent groans as he was pleasured. “Nn, ug, ah, oh, fuh, pa, gah!” He slammed his heels into the bed and jerked his hips up, his cock exploding as he couldn't take any more.
His ass tingled with pleasure and his cock and balls throbbed with the violence of his climax. Shattered, he sank back onto the bed and whimpered as Snape's fingers ran along his inner thighs. He felt so sensitive. Every nerve sang, and his heart pounded furiously in his chest.
“That was what you wanted, I take it?” Severus asked, just the trace of amusement in his tone.
Body thrumming, Harry panted, “God, yes.” He moaned at the thought of moving and barely registered his trousers being pulled free of his legs altogether and tossed onto the floor.
Snape shifted and removed his clothes so that he could press his own tingling flesh against this wonderful young man. He felt the pleasure of his skin touching Harry's, felt the near electric charge as they contacted. His mouth found his young lover's and he claimed again the lips that kissed only him.
It didn't take much before Harry was hard again and wrapping a leg around Snape to pull him onto and inside the younger man's body.
Severus didn't resist and eased his dripping dick into the clenching channel, enjoying the way Harry wanted him so much he was tightening around him to draw him deeper and deeper into the body. Once inside, and seeing stars every time he was gripped, he nuzzled Harry's face and neck, lips touching so many different expanses of skin that it felt to Harry as though the man had several pairs of lips all caressing him at once.
Neither man was moving. The sensation of being so completely joined, and of knowing precisely whom it was that brought each person such pleasure made frenzied screwing unnecessary. Instead, Harry's rhythmic clenching made Severus spurt a little each time his tip was squeezed, and a steady supply of semen pulsed into the green-eyed wizard as he kept up his tight grip on the dick filling him so perfectly.
“Come in me,” Harry begged, kissing the other man's lips.
Voice deep and trembling as he struggled for control, Severus replied, “I am. I've been coming inside you since you started milking me.”
Pleased and a little embarrassed, Harry slipped his tongue into his partner's mouth and smoothed his hands over the muscular back, brushing the buttocks that were clenched between his thighs.
Feeling the fingers over his ass, Severus growled out warningly, “Harry...” and then his control snapped and he was slamming into the willing body, shaft stroking deep inside the slick passage, tip jabbing again and again at the bump that made Harry cry out and even begin screaming as the feeling coiled inside and became unbearable.
“Come!” Harry panted with every thrust, “Come! Come! Come!”
Severus came, shuddering as his seed burst out of his prick and coated every inch of the other man's channel. Under him, Harry wailed as he was filled, and spattered his own release over their sweaty skin.
Gasping, they lay together still joined for a long before Snape said, “Good thing Kreacher came to find me after he knew you were getting inspected. Clever elf that.”
***
“How'd it go?” Fook asked as he passed one of his inspectors on the corridor. He very deliberately was not going to make this part of an official meeting, and he was not going to allude too directly to what he meant by 'it'. The other man would understand.
The other man, a man with a begonia wand tucked into his cloak, grinned. He had been captured by Aurors and accused of rape five years earlier. As he tended to rape whores he failed to see the problem. The Aurors had disagreed but as his victim had died before she could testify it had rather ruined the Aurors' case. So he had been very surprised when he had been approached by the man now asking him a question and told he would be able to continue doing what he loved if he became an official Ministry inspector.
He had leapt at the chance.
“Oh, he was the usual: crying, wailing, begging, but he shut up quicker than most. I'd like him to scream next time.” He raised an eyebrow, hoping his superior would assign him to whore 1390 again.
“I'll see what I can do,” Fook replied, an evil smile curling his lips.
***
As his Ministry inspection had taken place on April 5^th, Harry was now re-certified, not that he was too excited by the prospect. He was excited at the idea of being with Severus in his own bed, not the one he used as his place of work, and he was excited too at the thought of confronting Kingsley with the institutional abuses that the Ministry had allowed to happen.
To keep him from being used for sex with others, Severus paid for eight hours of companionship each day until April 30^th, when Harry sent a simple note to the Ministry saying:
Sex Worker 1390 is leaving this line of work. He will finish doing so on May 31^st 1999. He is taking his twenty days of holiday during his notice period.
Harry had refused to give a reason, especially knowing it would be found wanting. He instead sat with Severus and considered contingencies, and discussed how the interrogations might proceed, and removed relevant memories to show Shacklebolt, and also carefully stored the ones he'd want to display if he was ever sent to trial.
***
“The bastard!” Fook yelled, a short letter crunched up in his hand. “We'll see about this!”
He stomped out of the Ministry building and went to Diagon Alley, straight to Gringotts. Inside, he fumed as he waited to speak to a goblin.
The creatures had recognised him, he knew that, and he was sure the foul little beasts were making him wait deliberately. They'd pay, just as soon as he found some leverage. But that was the problem with the goblins, they had all the power.
“Mr Fook, come this way please.”
He was led down a hallway and into an unmarked office. Sitting down in the chair, blood still boiling with rage, he opened his mouth to make some snide comment but was cut off.
“Which account did you wish to examine?”
“1390.” He snapped, forgetting that the goblins didn't have the vault registered in the whore's number. “Dammit,” he snarled when he saw of puzzlement on the creature opposite him, “the whore who … er, Dudley, is it?”
“Ah, of course,” the goblin took great pleasure in slowly shifting through the piles of folders on her desk. Each one represented the details held by Gringotts about one of the Ministry's whores. Most of the folders were quite stuffed as each transaction had to be recorded, the appropriate taxes and charges removed, and the current data kept. It was a lot of record keeping, and would have cost a fortune to sort out had the goblins not been able to do it via magic.
“Mr Dudley...” she opened the folder and slid out the papers. “Hmm, ah, yes. What did you want to know?”
“How much money has he got in his account?!” Fook nearly screamed the question. After all, what else did he ever come down here asking?! Stupid fucking cretins.
The goblin – Dodnuk – knew she was greatly irritating the human and was delighted. This Ministry worker had always been an asshole, but his big mistake had been screaming once at one of the trainee goblins because the poor male had dropped a folder and had had to spend a long time picking it up and rearranging the documents in order. They could, naturally, have done it in seconds, but the policy at the bank was never to reveal the true extent of goblin magic. The trainee had been a distant descendant of Gringott himself.
Since that day, Fook had been on every goblin's personal shit list.
“How much is in the account?” she repeated, as though stupid.
“YES!”
Dodnuk could hear the human gnashing his teeth and had to suppress a smile. “Let … me … see,” she said, drawing it out as long as possible, and trying not to laugh at the man squirming in the seat opposite.
“How much?!” he choked out, trying to cling to his temper. It wasn't a good idea to antagonise the goblins.
A gleam of pleasure in her eye, Dodnuk announced, “Yesterday morning Mr Dudley transferred the majority of his vault's contents to a vault not monitored by your department. He moved 3, 010 galleons, nine sickles and twenty-eight knuts out, leaving one knut in place.”
Fook's mouth dropped open.
There was a long moment of silence then the human choked out, “So, he hasn't got enough in his account to pay his fees?” It was his one hope of getting some extra money from the whore, but the goblin shook her head.
“No, the owner of the other vault has authorised the payment of the relevant fees for the next month.” She paused. “I believe Mr Dudley intends to leave your employ at the end of next month, at which time the vault will be closed.”
Bastard!
***
Harry and Severus had taken great pleasure early one morning in destroying the sign outside his door, and in slashing every poster that related to his trade. All except one. Harry had insisted that one was kept, along with one vial of Valetudo. Snape had curled his lip, but nodded, and had pocketed some vials of the potion to show to Kingsley during their meeting.
It had been soon after that Severus had arrived one day clutching a text book and proceeded to cast spell after spell, trying to judge just how damaged Harry's body was from drinking Valetudo.
His grim face made Harry want to cry.
“Well, you're still at stage one, luckily. That's the good news. But the bad news is you can never again drink another dose of it as it will most probably bring about the onset of stage two.”
“How can you tell?” Harry's eyes shone with suppressed tears.
“You said yourself you felt pain every time you drank it. It has steadily been poisoning you and as you have taken a break from it, your body will find it completely toxic in any strength.” Snape busied himself with pretending to read the book.
“Tell me,” Harry whispered.
“As it stands, your body is slowly being damaged by the potion, even though you aren't taking any more. It should take years before you reach the point of being incapacitated, but there is nothing to be done to stop the slow poisoning.” He coughed then went on, “You'll lose the ability to walk first, as the poison settles in the lowest points if it isn't needed by the body. That's stage two, by the way.
“There will be some damage done to your stomach too, more than already, I mean...” Severus had already noticed Harry couldn't eat anything that was particularly acidic or strongly spiced. “And eventually all of your organs will cease to function. But that will take a great many years if I have anything to do with it. There are some potions I can use that will bolster your body and not interact in any way with the Valetudo.”
Unable to really understand it, Harry asked, “I'm really dying?”
Severus blinked and tears rolled down his cheeks. “Yes.”
***
Snape had requested a meeting with the Minister and had been told that an appointment had been made for May 12^th. Consequently, he had ensured Harry's Polyjuice was brewed and had discreetly deposited a number of vials of it about his person, as had Harry, so that however long their meeting lasted, there was no chance of the Chosen One being detected.
Walking into the Ministry on May 12^th made Harry's stomach churn. Even with Snape beside him, he felt horribly aware that he was entering the one place he should never be whilst being hunted. Severus had been unable to physically give him any comfort, but had ensured that he had spoken gently to the younger man whilst they waited for a flunky to take them up to see the head of British magical society.
“Severus,” Kingsley's voice was as deep as ever, but held a note of question as he shook Snape's hand and glanced at the unknown man beside his visitor.
“Kingsley, this is Mr Dudley.”
Aware that the name Dudley struck some chord somewhere in his mind, Kingsley shook the stranger's hand and they all sat down. His desk was as cluttered as ever, and there was an air of defeat about the ex-Auror that troubled his two visitors. Would the acting Minister have the strength to help them?
Snape got right to it before Shacklebolt even had the chance to ask them to begin. “We're here because we want the abuses against sex workers dealt with.”
Shacklebolt's mouth dropped open. “Severus … I … sex workers?!”
“Go on,” Snape said softly to Harry.
The younger man began speaking. He and his partner had practised this speech many times. “Due to some circumstances that I am not going to go into, I ended up working in the sex trade. Like, I would imagine, anyone who ends up in that line of work, I was ignorant of all of the ramifications and of the vast array of rules that regulate it. Sadly, it seems that those responsible for ensuring my health also don't know the rules. During health visits I've been tortured, guidelines to protect me have been deliberately ignored, and I have even been raped.”
Harry paused and swallowed. He and Severus had done a lot of work in getting him to the point where he could admit he had been raped without feeling again that sense of hopeless, helpless violation.
“I have brought the memories with me, so that you can see the abuses for yourself. I would hope you ensured the men responsible are made aware of what they have done incorrectly. Truly, what I want is every last sadistic bastard behind bars.” His anger began to leak out, understandably, but he drew it back in when Snape coughed beside him.
“Also, I know you had high hopes of the Ministry being re-built on honourable lines, but that is not the case. I ended up doing what I did because I was told the government would only pay me a knut a year for each floor of my property they rented.”
“WHAT?!” Kingsley bellowed. “I never intended that!”
“I know,” Severus interjected. “And that is why we are here. These are serious accusations we are making against officials in your employ, and you have the right to hear them first from us and investigate them. If we are unhappy with the investigation, I am sure there are those in the media who would listen.”
“There's no need to threaten,” Kingsley frowned, “I have no desire for people to get away with things they shouldn't.” He turned to Harry, “I would like to see those memories, Mr Dudley.”
“Of course, Minister.” Harry had practised time and again calling Shacklebolt 'Minister'. After all, as a stranger to him, that was what anyone would expect. “I think it would be best if Severus accompanied you, as he can be more objective about what you are seeing than I can. And, he knows the law better than I do.” This, too, they had agreed. Snape had, unwillingly, already seen all of the memories so that when he was guiding Kingsley through them, his rage at Harry's mistreatment would be more easily controlled.
“Be aware, I know when a memory has been tampered with.”
Harry shrugged; he had nothing to fear. Each vial he passed over contained one unaltered memory. Of course he had ensured that each time he chose a start point after he'd Polyjuiced into his 'true' self.
Producing a pensieve from a drawer in his desk, Kingsley placed it on the surface and invited Severus to join him.
Harry watched the two men stick their heads into the bowl and vanish. Shifting in his chair, he saw a clock behind him and kept his eye on it. When they had gone through this at home, it had taken Severus nearly forty-five minutes, even when he only glossed over the inspections enough to see that they were all similar. That gave Harry plenty of time to relax and to take another dose of Polyjuice as the hour marker crept closer and closer.
Harry swigged back a vial and stuck the empty glass away before turning to face the desk again. Moments later Kingsley and Severus appeared. Snape was as distressed as he had been on each previous time he had viewed the events. Kingsley had never looked angrier.
“These men will all be held accountable.” He declared in a voice that made it clear he was not merely pacifying troublesome visitors. “You said your property had been rented for a knut a year?”
Harry held out the memory and let Kingsley dive in alone.
Snape hurried over to Harry and dropped a quick kiss on his lips as though to reassure himself that the younger man was truly whole. He slipped back into his chair. “You've taken your next dose,” he said. It wasn't a question.
“As we agreed.”
Once Shacklebolt returned he sank into his chair, clearly shaken. “I apologise. That man is a senior official in the Muggle Liaison Department. I would never have thought him capable of such cruelty. The men who tortured you have clearly been allowed to get away with such behaviour for far too long, and it has obviously been condoned and even encouraged by their superiors. They will all be dealt with speedily.”
He gazed at the two men and waited for them to leave. But they didn't. Snape instead held out a vial of the sex potion.
“As you can see, this is still sealed. Feel free to test it against the recommended strength. But it seems there are problems within the governmental laboratories as well.”
Feeling the urge to burn all the paperwork on his desk, the acting Minister felt a complete failure. He had been in his role for nearly a year and had thought he was making headway in addressing the problems. Now he saw how naïve and wrong he was. He was unsure whom he could trust within the Ministry, but outside it was slightly easier...
Kingsley gave Snape an appraising look. “Would you be willing to monitor the labs and ensure the potions being made are correct? I need someone who is skilled and whom I can trust.”
Severus was rather embarrassed by the job offer. “I don't mind helping out, but I have no real interest in working with the government in its present incarnation.”
“And you, sir,” Shacklebolt went on, “you say you were a sex worker. You've left then?”
“Not yet. I gave my notice to the Ministry at the end of last month and fully expect them to fine me whatever amount is left in my vault. Unfortunately for them, most of my money has been transferred out. By the end of this month I will no longer be a whore.”
Kingsley winced at the crude term. “And then, would you be willing to work with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? Particularly those who control the sex workers? I'd like you to work with the few decent people left to train them how to properly conduct a health visit.”
Just as surprised as Severus (more surprised, really, as Snape had been aware that a job offer might be made), Harry shrugged. “You might not want me. Not when you hear our demands.”
Shacklebolt sighed. “I knew it was too good to be true. What do you want?”
“An end to the law against same sex relationships.”
Kingsley head snapped up and his eyes widened. “Oh, no.” he said softly, and clearly to himself. He seemed to be examining Harry carefully. Then he spoke with precision. “Do not answer my next question, either of you. If you do, I will be forced to act against you. But I recall a certain wizard having a Muggle relation by the name of Dudley. And he felt the same way about same sex relationships as you do. Is that you under a Polyjuice disguise?”
Neither man spoke.
Shacklebolt wondered what had happened to his principles. Was this what power did to a person? Turn them from a decent, honourable human being into a manipulative git? He knew that his duty was clear – he had to turn Harry in, and yet, it was not right. And there was still no compassion at the Ministry. Perhaps he would have to be the first to show some.
And his mind began reeling. Harry Potter – the Harry Potter – had had to turn to prostitution. What the hell would the media and posterity make of that?! He pulled his scattered thoughts together and faced the man he knew was not 'Mr Dudley' but was really 'Mr Potter'.
“I thought as much. No, there will be no change in the law. The job offers still stand, but there will be no change. And if, as I suspect, you two are involved, Severus, your property will be seized and you both exiled. I can't alter that. So neither of you gain anything.”
“I won't go.” Harry said. “I'll demand a trial and let the wizengamot see all the men who have wanted to fuck me this year. You may think there are few people interested in same sex intercourse, but trust me, the money I made proves otherwise.”
“You can't win.”
“Can't I? But honestly, I don't care either way. Thanks to the Valetudo I've had to drink, my body's shot to hell. So, I'm happy to take some others down with me. A hell of a lot of Ministry men have paid to bugger me. Lots of rich, important people in society enjoyed my lips wrapped around their dicks. I'm sure the Prophet would love to run those stories. And maybe some of those men will have some explaining to do about their choices.”
Kingsley was swallowing convulsively. “You could topple the entire government,” he whispered. Part of the ex-Auror was proud of Harry. But he was horrified too. As bad as the Ministry was, causing its collapse would inevitably mean chaos for months, perhaps years, and good people would suffer.
Harry gave him a hard look. “What do you think I care? I lost my home, my money, my dignity. Everything. You think I care about the Ministry?”
“But we're trying to make things right. I'm trying to make things right!”
“You may be,” Severus noted, “but too many here are clearly still only interested in doing what they wish. Maybe the Ministry should go.”
Shacklebolt stared in horror. “You can't mean that!”
Snape gave him a look as cold and hard as the one Harry wore. “Try us,” he stated and stood up to leave. Harry seemed to need a couple of goes to make it up and the look of terror on both his and Severus' face made Kingsley's heart ache.
The two men left, not even glancing back to see the discomfort on the Minister for Magic's face.
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Book_addict_89 - Nice to see you again. I did wonder where you'd vanished to. Glad you liked the Sev chapter, I really enjoyed doing that one - and getting out of Harry's headspace for a bit!
Phoenix-rob - Hello! Nice to see your name again! You don't want much do you? Ministry taken down, compensation for Harry, and a change in the law/wizard attitudes?! SP
Thunderbird - Hope you enjoyed the Snarry smut in this chapter. As for the ups and downs, certainly the next few chapters are like that.
To everyone else who's reading - Hi! *waves* Hope you're enjoying. Don't feel you have to review (be nice if you did), just a quick note to say that there have been a LOT of changes to this story based on the comments people have made (not just the reviews for chapter ten, but earlier ones too). You never know what might cause a shift in the story! SP
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