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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter Three: So many secrets I couldn't keep

Another week snailed past for the two men. Harry tried numerous times to speak to Ron, but other than a few short sentences, and showing an even shorter temper, Ron kept silent.

It was ten days after their first conversation that four grim faced Aurors walked in. They split off neatly into pairs. One pair moved silently to stand beside Ron’s bed, the other couple moved to flank Harry’s area.

“Mr Potter,” it wasn’t a question, “the Auror appointed Minister for Magic is eager to commence the trial against those who abused you and Mr Weasley. For that we need your co-operation.”

Harry swallowed herd. He had a horrible feeling what was coming. Either they were going to ask for his memories, or they would just ask him to tell them what had happened, or they would make him take the stand, full of veritaserum. No option was pleasing.

“A vital part of the prosecution rests on your and Mr Weasley’s testimony. We’d like to question you about the events.” For the first time the Auror looked almost human, “I’m sorry, but we can't give you Veritaserum as some people are immune to its effects, so we're going to have to ask the same questions over and over to check you haven't made any mistakes.” She nodded to her colleague who had a quill and a long roll of parchment with him. “Gibbs here will take notes.”

Harry licked his suddenly dry lips. “Will … will I need to appear in court?”

“No. We’ve asked that the identity of the Death Eaters’ victims is kept secret. The questions and the answers will be read out. Nothing will be said to reveal who you are.”

It reassured Harry to know he wouldn’t have to face Snape. He feared his own reaction if he saw the older man.

In the other bed, Ron looked deathly pale, his freckles standing out starkly against his white skin. “Answer questions? About, about what happened?”

They explained why it was important, and that he wouldn’t have to be in court if he agreed to do as they asked, and he seemed to sag with relief. “Yes,” he whispered, eyes fixed, not on them, but on the blanket covering him.

The two Aurors at his side, one mousy brown and slender, the other stocky and balding, looked relieved, but also as if they were steeling themselves up for an unpleasant task. The woman, (mousy brown), sat on the chair next to his bed, a roll of parchment and a quill at the ready. The man glanced around, saw there was only one chair, and conjured up another to settle on.

Carefully the woman unrolled the parchment and wrote the date and time at the top. She also added her name and her partner’s name.

She then wrote: “Interview commenced at" and looked at the clock on the wall. The scribe wrote “15.46” once she saw that Ron had prepared himself for what lay ahead.

The male Auror began asking Ron basic questions about his capture and what he had been doing prior to it. He then moved on to more specific things.

“Describe what happened after the other man, after Harry Potter was taken away.”

“Another figure in black moved forward. It was wearing a mask. It moved like a man. He leant down and grabbed me by my hair. The figure pulled me down the corridor and into a room.”

“Was Potter in the room?”

“No.” Ron showed no emotion, holding himself tightly in check. He sat in his bed, leaning back slightly on the pillows, eyes fixed still on the cover.

“What did the figure do once you were in the room?”

“He took off his mask and his outer robe. He looked at me and smiled. He was pleased that he'd got me to torture.”

“Did you recognise him?”

“Yes.”

“Who was it?” The question was asked quickly, eagerly, but Ron did not react to the change in tension. His response came out clearly and with just the barest trace of distress leaking past his rigid blankness.

“Lucius Malfoy.”

“You’re sure? It couldn’t have been someone using polyjuice potion?”

“I’m sure. I was in the room with him for several hours and he drank nothing in that time. I’m sure it was Lucius Malfoy.”

“Tell me what Lucius Malfoy did to you.”

The voice, still speaking expressionlessly, did as requested. The woman paled as details of Ron’s torture were recounted. She glanced down now and again at the quill, coolly recording everything that was being said. Her hands shook.

Her partner’s voice wasn’t quite steady when he asked for clarification of some details. “He healed some of your injuries, you say. Was that out of a sense of pity, do you think?”

“No. The wounds would have killed me. If he healed them he could torture me more; I would last longer. He said he wanted me to suffer because I was a blood traitor.”

In the other bed, Harry was answering a question too.

“He had sex with me.” His voice too was lacking in emotion, suppressing the powerful memories that came to him when he thought of Snape between his legs.

“Did you want him to have sex with you?” This time, the male Auror was recording the information, and the female Auror asking the questions. Harry’s pair were both bland and almost featureless. The woman’s only noticeable feature was her pure white floor length hair. Her partner had equally long raven coloured hair.

Harry paused. “N - no.”

The woman threw him a look. “Are you sure?”

Humiliated, Harry confessed his dark secret. “I – I fancied Snape when I was at school last year. So, maybe, I did sort of want it, even though I didn't know it.”

The female Auror tried, and failed, to keep the disgust out of her face. “But you didn't give him permission to have sex with you?”

“I – I did.” Harry hung his head, his shame out there for all to see.

Both of his interviewers stared intently at him, but he refused to look up. How could he knowing the horror and shock he would see? They were no doubt disgusted with him for his craven weakness in wanting to be hurt.

“Can you clarify? Did Severus Snape have non-consensual sex with you? Did you give your consent, even though you did not want sex with him?”

“I gave my consent,” Harry said, feeling the tears coming again, “I – I didn't want him to do it the first time, but he did it anyway.”

“So he did rape you?” Her question came quickly, almost excited, hoping that at last they would have the proof they needed to convict Snape of rape.

“N - no. I said he could do it.”

“Why?” she sounded truly horrified.

“He told me that if I didn't say yes, he'd go and do things to Ron. He – he said that whatever I refused to do, he'd make Ron do.”

The Auror made a note on a second piece of parchment. She had written “coercion” but other than that, she made no comment on Harry's statement.

“Did he do anything other than penetrate your... um... anus?” She flushed asking and Harry bit his lower lip. These people were going to learn every single detail of his secret shame, and there was nothing he could do. He had to tell them so that they could finally understand he was no hero and not deserving of their sympathy and respect.

“I sucked his cock. He licked out my ass and sucked me. He played with my nipples, licking them and doing things to make them hard. And he ...” Harry gulped, this was the moment of truth, “he did things so that when I was hard, I couldn't come.”

His questioner stood up, her hands shaking. “You got hard? You mean you were aroused by what he did to you?” her voice was filled with distaste.

“Yes.” Harry imagined her face as she looked down on him. He was a sick twisted thing who had enjoyed being abused and tormented. He'd even got off on it.

Wanting to complete their disgust, Harry went on, “It made it more intense that way. He would be inside me and I'd be tight cos I wanted to come, but I couldn't. It meant I could feel his cock so much more as it fucked me. And because I was so hard I wanted him to do whatever he pleased to me – I rode him once and came because he'd filled me with his semen. And when I finally did come it was over-powering. I couldn't breathe it was that amazing. And he did that to me over and over again.”

***

It was a long time later that the four Aurors left, all shaken by their experiences that afternoon. Harry's two witnesses to his confession had wanted to claw their way away from him once they had learned he had been Snape's willing bed-fellow. They both felt sick and wanted to take long showers to clear the stench of Harry's admissions from them. The other two Aurors who had interviewed Ron had both left with anger and nausea coiling at them. He had been tortured in disgusting and shocking ways.

But they had what they needed to lock Malfoy up. Snape though, Snape was another matter.
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