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Altered Minds COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31796 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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thanks to all that follow this story...without you i wouldn't bother ;)

Its unusual for me to update a story before i've done the others i have on the go...its normally Wrong time, The Diary and then this but my muse grabbed me by the throat and made me do it...lol.;)

I know i promised magic e-stim but it didn't fit with this chapter...not to worry it will appear.;)

warnings...angst, attempted rape, whipping and m/m hotness.

“Harry…wake up.” a soft voice broke the cocoon of sleep, Harry nestled down further in the covers. The room returned to silence and for a moment he wondered if he had imagined the voice. The alcohol induced headache making it’s presence know loud and clear as the voice spoke again, this time harsher.

“Harry, Wake up!” the screech piercing his skull, pulling the pillow over his head.

“Fuck off!” he mumbled, eyes squeezed shut.

SLAP!

A hard hand hit the back of his head, yanking him from his sleepy musings. Sitting upright, with indignant anger on his face as he stared at Hermione, her face annoyed and he lowered his eyes. His anger disappearing at the look she gave him, he felt his eyes brim with tears.

“Oh Harry.” she whispered and the dam broke inside him, sobbing into his hands as he covered his face to avoid looking at her. Warm arms wrapped around him, her perfume filling his lungs as she held him close.

The feeling of closeness and contentment overwhelming him, remembering back to the time hunting horcruxes. The scent of Hermione’s perfume always reminding him of happier times. Breathing in the scent of happiness, he gave into the tears and relaxed in her arms as she slowly rocked him. Time seemed to stop, Harry unaware of how long he spent weeping in her arms but the sun was low in the sky when the sobs tapered to soft crying.

“How did you get in here?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“I’m working for the Ministry in testing new charms to disengage wards,” he looked at her, “There are still death eater properties that need to be searched for dark artefacts.” Harry closed his eyes, just listening to the steady breathing of both of them.

“Harry,” her soft voice breaking the silence, “Why didn’t you come to us?” he opened his eyes watching her as she surveyed the room. Bottles littered the floor, all of them empty and some food cartons sat rotting, Harry unable to face food.

“How could I?” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“Harry, I love you…you’re my best friend,” Hermione lifted his eyes to meet hers and he saw the honesty in them, “You’re going to tell me about the dreams…but first you can go and have a bath…you stink.” She flicked her wand, the mess gracing the room vanishing and the sheets beneath him clean and fresh.

Begrudgingly, Harry allowed himself to be manhandled to the bathroom where a hot fragrant bath waited for him. The heady scent of jasmine brought on a fresh wave of tears. Overwhelmed by the memories associated with the fragrance, Hermione heard the weeping and came into the bathroom. So overcome with tears, Harry didn’t even react to her seeing him naked.

“Please change the scent.” he hiccupped between sobs, the faint scent of roses filled his nostrils as she guided him into the bath. The heat wrapped around him, easing the ache in his muscles but not the tight feeling in his chest. Opening his closed eyes to look at her concerned face, sinking himself further into the bath and letting out a hitching sigh.

“You love them, don’t you?” Hermione’s voice hushed and filled with apprehension. Harry turned away from her probing gaze, her words echoing in his head. The vice around his heart tightened as he closed his eyes, fighting against the feeling welling inside him.

“Harry, please talk to me,” she whispered and the anguish in her tone made Harry finally meet her gaze, “I’m worried about you, we’re all worried about you.” Shaking his head, Harry covered his face with a hand and took a breath, trying to calm his heart. Silence filled the room, almost heavy with its presence and Hermione sat on the floor beside him.

“First time I felt like I belonged somewhere,” Harry suddenly spoke, his voice cracking with emotion, “I didn’t have to pretend, I thought they wanted me for who I was, not the bullshit persona,” the tears began to fall again, Hermione sat helpless to do anything as he poured out his heart, “I actually felt happy…do you know what I mean?”

“I think so.” Harry let out a laughing sob, his voice bitter as he spoke.

“Well, I can’t be happy…I’m not allowed to be fucking happy!” his voice had an hysterical edge to it, Hermione reached to give him a sobering up potion, sure that part of the problem was that he was drunk. Harry resisted her at first, her soothing voice insisting that he would feel better after he had taken the potion. He dutifully swallowed the concoction and lay back in the bath, the water spelled to stay hot.

“Harry, have you spoken to them?” Harry shook his head, his face tight with misery.

“I can’t…I don’t need to see them, I know how they really feel about me,” he took a fortifying breath, anger raging inside him, “They wanted a toy to play with, they fantasised about me and they got to have me.” he felt the tears build at the humiliation of giving into them so easily.

“Tell me everything, from the beginning.” Hermione asked.

Harry with great reluctance told her of the dreams and visions he had experienced. Pausing only long enough for Hermione to coax him from the bath and back into bed, hot tea and toast waiting for him.

“Eat.” she insisted, he picked at the toast as he continued to relay the past events, his voice cracking as he spoke about the time with the two men. Never interrupting, Hermione sat and listened as he bared his soul to her. Trying to put into words how he felt, the sense of belonging he had experienced and the contentment that filled a void he had been reluctant to acknowledge was in his heart.

“I know now that I never loved Ginny, I just did what I thought I should do,” he looked into Hermione willing her to really listen, almost letting out a sigh of relief at the understanding look in her eyes, “Oh Herm…why did I think that they could..” his voice trailed off, refusing to speak the words.

“Love you?” Hermione finished the sentence for him and he nodded sadly. She reached out to stroke his hand in a gentle gesture and Harry struggled not to give into the bone crushing sadness that threatened to engulf him.

“Harry, I have an idea about the memories,” her tone was apprehensive, Harry sensed that he wasn’t going to like her theory, “I think that the reason you still have their memories is because of the emotional connection you have to them,” Harry started to splutter his disagreement, she silenced him with a look before continuing, “No, listen, really listen, you shared a connection to Voldemort for years and you admit that you have feelings for Severus?”

“I…I..Merlin…what am I going to do?” Harry’s tone was distressed and full of defeat, Hermione took a breath and embraced him.

“Draco came to see me.” she muttered, Harry pulled back from the embrace with narrowed eyes. Distrust all over his face and Hermione looked wretched at the thought of him no longer trusting him. The look in her eyes made Harry’s heart ache and he softened his expression.

“Why, come to wallow in my misery!” Harry shouted, his temper building. His anger rising fast, his magic pulsing and flickering the lights in the room. Consumed with hatred, Harry missed her reply catching the end of the sentence.

“….worried about him.” Harry’s heart lurched at the words.

“What, worried about who?” he asked, tentatively.

“Lucius,” Harry scoffed at the idea of Draco coming to tell Hermione he was worried about his father, “He wanted me to tell you that he was sorry, Harry.. listen for a minute…he said that he was wrong about what he said, the others only last for one night,” Harry looked at her, Hermione bewildered by the message, “He said that you would understand what he meant.”

I lasted longer than their other conquests….did they want me to stay?

Draco’s harsh words came back to fill his mind, shaking his head at idea that they actually cared about him. Resolute that Draco was just playing a game with him, probably a conspirator with the others. Heart breaking for a moment before fury pushed aside any tender feelings towards the two men.

You’re not the first young man to grace their bed.

The image of the polyjuiced teenager forever etched in his mind and on his heart. Harry took a slow breath and looked at Hermione, her face saddened at the change in mood.

“Tell him I said to go to hell, all three of them can go to hell.” he pushed Hermione away ignoring her hurt expression and pulled the sheets back over his head, blocking out any words from his friends mouth.

“Harry, its been three weeks!” Harry was stunned at the time he had spent lying in the bed, realising that he had lost weight as he lifted the sheet to look down at himself.

Get up and go out!

His mind screamed at him to forget them, his heart ached in his chest as he climbed out of bed. Hermione’s face filled with relief as he pulled on his tightest jeans, still having to cinch in his belt at his lost weight, a soft blue shirt finished the look. Regarding himself in the mirror, his eyes wild and a slightly unhinged, melancholy look reflected in the green orbs.

“Good, go and see them.” Hermione’s tone had a hint of happiness, he turned to sneer at her and she flinched. His voice cool and detached as he spoke, her eyes widened at his words.

“No, they made their bed together they can fucking rot in it,” he laughed at her expression, running a hand through his hair to tousle it, looking at himself and smiling, “I’m going out to fuck, don’t wait up.” he swept from the room, leaving a shocked Hermione in his wake

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Landing on the unsteady street in Knockturn Alley, the music pounding from behind the obscured black door. Harry’s heart raced at the idea of what he was about to do, having heard about the club from George Weasley months before. The twin had been out to shock everyone, turning up at a family gathering sporting a new eyebrow piercing. The new addition went well with the myriad of other adornments and tattoos now gracing his body. The pain of his brother’s death had deeply affected the twin and he threw himself into his new persona with gusto.

You should try this new club, Harry

It’s fantastic, you can leave all the bullshit at the door and just feel.

Harry had pondered his words, coming to realise that he too revelled in a hint of pain with his pleasure. The lure of the promise of pleasures of the flesh made Harry take a step towards the door. The need to push all thoughts of the two men from his mind and find some blissful oblivion. The beat of the music almost like a heartbeat in his chest, taking a breath he knocked on the closed door. A burly face appeared at the door, the beat of the alluring music and the heady scent of sex washed over Harry, almost making him giddy.

“Password?” the gruff voice asked, Harry’s mouth went dry and he struggled to remember the word. George’s voice echoing in his head, the twin whispering in his ear as if he knew the path Harry would one day come to take.

Anytime you want to join me…the password is Marquis de Sade.

“Marquis de Sade.” Harry uttered and the door opened for him.

“Welcome.” the man grunted and lead him into the darkened club.

The varied moans and gasps of pain drifted to Harry, making his pulse race and his cock firm in his jeans. Feeling eyes all over him, hunger in the gazes of the strangers surrounding him. Light headed with the power he felt, basking in the need radiating from the mysterious occupants.

“You’re a pretty one, new aren’t you.” a tall dark haired man whispered in Harry’s ears, his hot breath ghosting his skin and Harry shivered at the sensation. The stranger chuckled darkly, a hand caressing Harry’s shoulder in a friendly gesture. Harry could almost feel the heat coming off the man, closing his eyes and allowing the man’s deep voice to fill his jumbled mind.

He sounds like….no I will not think about him…them!

Strong fingers rubbed down his back, trailing down his spine, the man whispering in his ears pulling a moan from Harry’s mouth.

“Mmm soft skin, smell so good,” the man licked along his neck and Harry sensed all eyes on them, he tensed and the man nipped lightly at his flesh, “Maybe we should go somewhere a bit quieter, without the prying eyes?” Harry found himself nodding, even though his mind was torn with leaving, overwhelmed by the confused emotions waging war within him. Allowing himself to be led to the back of the club, ushered into a dark and dreary room, black walls with hanging torches bathing the various implements filling the room.

“Like what you see?” the man asked, his voice dripping with lust.

Harry’s eyes took in the collection of paddles, switches and whips decorating the walls, shaking his head at the sight of a long rack that stood in the middle of the oppressive room. Everything the opposite to his time with Severus and Lucius, feeling safe within the confines of their relationship. Unease crept up his spine, the man’s fingers lingered at the base of his back, fingers splayed across the top of his buttocks.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” the man whispered and Harry found himself face down on the rack, his hand and feet bound to the wooden contraption. Shouting and struggling to free himself, his wand stuck in the pocket of his jeans out of his reach.” Now, now…relax and be a good boy.” hands moved over Harry’s body and he screamed as the man produced a knife. Harry’s heart racing as the man sliced through his clothes, yanking them away from his body. The cool of the room sinking into Harry’s bones, the struggles coating him in a thin layer of sweat from his exertion. His throat hoarse as he shouted for help, hearing no sound from outside he came to realise that the room was soundproofed. Soft grunts of excitement echoed in Harry’s head, the man running his fingers lovingly over the wicked looking leather belt, eyes alight with a fire that made Harry want to vomit.

“Scream as much as you want, my pretty one.” he moaned and brought the belt down to slash across Harry’s trembling back. The pain filling his mind and making him scream in agony, Harry couldn’t breath as the pain coursed through him. Five more lashes and Harry could feel the world greying out, struggling to stay conscious. Hot ribbons of blood spilling from his torn back, the dribbles tickling his skin as they fell to the floor and the world departed, Harry succumbed to the darkness.

Gasping as he opened his eyes, taking in the surroundings of the familiar opulent bedroom of Lucius. The blond pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed. The teenage boy from Harry’s earlier visions, sleeping , tangled in the silk sheets, the potion master lying next to him. Dark eyes staring up at the ceiling, brooding and silent as he paid no attention to the other man.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Lucius muttered, his face pale as he looked at the slumbering younger man, “Why do you let me?” the question puzzled Harry, the potion master looked at Lucius with a exasperated expression.

“Because you want him,” he offered and turned his gaze back to the ceiling, “You know I want you to be happy.” Severus’ voice was soft, a slight sigh in his tone.

“I love you,” Lucius breathed, Harry’s heart felt like it might shatter under the weight of the words, wishing that he was speaking to him, “But you are so full of shit!” Harry couldn’t stop the stunned laugh that spilled from his lips. Severus’ face was thunderous, a sneer in his dark eyes, Lucius appeared unaffected by the upset man.

“What are you implying, pick your words very carefully, Lucius.” Severus warned, his voice dripping with disdain. Lucius hitched an eyebrow in a near perfect imitation of the potion master, his tone soft and understanding.

“Why do you keep saving Potter’s arse?” Severus’ eyes widened and he scowled at the smiling blond.

“I promised Dumbledore I would protect the boy, God knows he needs the help,” his tone was harsh, Harry bristled under the implication that he had always needed help, “There is nothing to it, stop trying to pry into my feelings.” The blonds’ eyes lit up at the last word, Severus sighed, realising he had said the wrong thing.

“You risk the wrath of the Dark Lord not just to please me but because you want Harry too.” Harry was shocked at the words, the implication filling his head at the chances they were taking while being under the eye of Voldemort.

“Nonsense, Lucius… you have lost your mind!” Severus snapped at him but Harry could see the panic in his eyes, Lucius stalked over to the potion master, climbing up to straddle the man.

“He’s not James… from what I’ve seen he’s so like Lily,” he stroked Severus’ cheek and the potion master closed his eyes at the mention of her name, Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the emotion overcoming Severus’ stoic features, “She never forgave you for trying to tell her about James, did she?”

“She wouldn’t believe me, she said she hated me and that I was jealous.” Severus whispered, opening his dark eyes and Lucius pressed a tender kiss to his down turned mouth.

“I will never turn my back on you,” Lucius whispered, his kiss deepening and Severus sighed into his mouth, “I promise.”

“I…Lucius, you know that I…love you.” Severus mumbled and Lucius smiled, Harry’s mouth suddenly dry and his pulse racing.

“I know…you would never betray me…maybe Potter could be with both of us?” Lucius’ tone was playful and Severus allowed a small smile to grace his lips.

“In a perfect world, the dark lord would be gone,” he licked Lucius’ bottom lip earning a moan from the blond, “And Harry would be with us..”

“And?” Lucius asked, grey eyes shining brightly.

“And we’d all live happily ever after…fucking like rabbits.” Lucius laughed at Severus’ words but the light of hope flared in both of their eyes.

They wanted me…just me…the others were replacements.

Pain filled Harry’s waking mind, his back on fire and the man’s tongue travelled along his spine lapping at the welts adorning his back. Tears brimmed in Harry’s eyes at the memory and the pain setting his body on edge.

“Back with me…good, would hate for you to be out when I fuck you,” the man licked across Harry’s exposed hole and he began to cry, “That’s it…I do love to see tears.” the glee in the man’s voice loud in the room.

“And I shall enjoy seeing yours.” a deep baritone voice echoed in the room and Harry’s heart fluttered to a stop. Lifting his tear streaked face to look at the formidable figure of Severus, dressed in his heavy black robes with an air of menace emanating from the thunderous features.

“Get out, this one is mine!” the man screeched, his tone furious. Severus crossed the room in two strides, the man squeaked as he was grabbed by the throat. Severus’ eyes did not look in Harry’s direction and he felt the tears threaten to reappear.

“You’ll find that he belongs to someone else,” he leaned forward to speak low in the man’s ear, “Men like you should be castrated, this is rape, pure and simple,” Severus’ voice was calm and cool but the threat was delivered with a hint of barely contained rage, “Power over someone doesn’t not make you powerful, you’re weak and pathetic.” he whispered a word and the man screamed, the cruciatus curse contorting his body as he writhed on the floor. Severus only removing the curse when the man lost consciousness with the pain. His breathing loud in the silent room, his fists clenched at his sides and Harry’s sobs were hitching.

“Severus..” Harry whispered, the potion master still refused to look at him. Jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the naked unconscious man at his feet, a flick of his wrist released the bonds holding Harry in place. Wincing and trying to hold in the whimpers of pain, Harry slowly sat up. The movement pulling at the welts on his tender flesh, he hissed and Severus’ jaw seemed to clench harder.

“Go home!” he ordered, the fury still in his voice.

“Severus…look at me.” Harry could hear the pleading in his voice and found that he no longer cared, needing to see into the man’s eyes. Severus turned to glare at him and Harry’s chest ached at the expression on his face, hatred glowing in the dark orbs but also hurt shining in the dark depths tore at Harry’s heart.

“Potter, go home.” Severus barked, his tone angry but his eyes flickered to the wounds and a brief flare of concern filled his obsidian gaze.

“I…I’m…” Harry found that the words had failed him, struggling to find how to express the feelings welling inside him, he reached over to touch the back of Severus’ hand, the skin warm and smooth beneath his fingertips, “Severus…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” his voice was ferocious and Harry dropped his grip on his hand, “Sorry for leaving, sorry for going to fuck someone else or sorry for fucking getting caught!” spittle flew from Severus’ screaming mouth and Harry flinched at the angry words. Strong fingers gripped his shoulders pulling him hard against Severus’ unforgiving body, hot breath washed over his face as the grip became painful.

“You’re hurting me, let go!” Harry struggled, Severus’ grasp was too strong and the pain from his wounds hindered him putting up a fight. Severus’ voice vicious and spiteful as he yelled in his face.

“Hurting you! This is what you wanted!” Spinning Harry around and slamming him across the wood. Harry moaned with pain as his back began to bleed, the cruel potion master pressed against his buttocks, stunned the feel his throbbing erection, “You want to be fucked hard…I’ll fuck you hard!”

“Please…Severus…stop…please.” Harry whimpered as the man freed his dripping cock, nudging against his tight pucker.

“You want pain and fucking…this is all you want…isn’t it!” he pressed hard, the tip of his engorged cock sliding into the dry entrance and Harry screamed with pain.

“I don’t want this…Severus…please…Quidditch!” Harry shouted and Severus tensed, “I don’t want this…I want you.” Harry sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

“I…I thought…Harry.” Severus’ tone was hushed as he pulled back, his face a mask of misery, “Oh God I nearly..” his face paled.

Harry looked at the play of emotions crossing Severus’ face, horror and self loathing being the ones that made him reach out to him. Severus recoiled from the touch, his face filled with anguish and Harry touched him again, just a soft brush of his fingertips across his trembling lips.

“Severus, you stopped.” Harry assured the man, his own body shaking with the fear he had felt, Severus lowered his eyes and Harry knew he had to do something before the man succumbed to self hatred. Moving slowly due to the pain, Harry climbed into the man’s lap and Severus looked at him with stunned eyes. Harry offered a shaky smile, whispering a lubrication charm and lowering himself onto Severus’ dwindling erection.

“Harry?” Severus muttered and Harry felt his cock twitch inside him, stretching him further and making him throw back his head and moan.

“Please…touch me…I’m yours.” Harry whimpered, unabashed in his desire, even if it was only for tonight, he needed to feel the man inside him.

“I sent owls everyday…Harry,” Severus’ eyes fluttered shut as Harry clenched around him, the potion masters’ cock back to full hardness, “Lucius misses you.” he thrust up slightly and Harry gasped.

“Did you miss me?” Harry asked, his mouth against Severus’ cheek, his body writhing as he lowered and lifted himself on the man’s rigid shaft.

The quiet man let out a tiny whimper, gripping Harry’s hips hard enough to bruise, his lips brushed against Harry’s panting mouth. Closing his eyes and allowing himself to immerse completely in the feel of Severus inside him, ignoring the ache that his lack of response left. Small gasps of lust rebounding around the dimly lit room, Severus forced his tongue deep into Harry’s mouth and began thrusting up hard. Hands softly touched his back, the delicate touch igniting Harry’s skin and the nerve endings already on fire. The pain fading at the pleasure that Severus gave him as he drove in and out of his clenching channel. The tip of the magnificent cock brushing his prostate on every pull back and thrust in. Arching his back, the pain of the cuts making his breath catch in his throat, Harry thrust down harder.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Harry lost the power to talk as Severus grasped his cock, his strokes sure and steady. The glistening pre-come aiding his slick wrist flicks, the heat in the room spreading as they kissed. Harry grunted into the older man’s mouth, his moans of delight tempered by the urgency he felt. The need and desire to be with Severus making him light headed.

“Not yet, you can’t come until I say,” Severus’ voice was husky and laden with sex, his fingers twisting around the engorged head of Harry’s needy shaft. Harry keened at the added twist to the strokes, shaking with the combined emotion of lust and annoyance at the fact that Severus was obviously teasing him, the strokes strong but not enough to push him over the edge, “I missed you too,” Severus mumbled against Harry’s gasping mouth, the words barely sinking in as he muttered “Come for me, Harry.” a hard thrust up and Severus spilled inside him, the words of admittance and the feel of the hot come filling him pulled Harry over the precipice.

Throwing his head, his mouth open in a silent scream, the intense pleasure ripping through his body robbing him of the breath needed to shout his release. The sting from the welts on the periphery of his orgasm, the pain adding to the devastating climax. Slumping as if completely boneless into the waiting man’s arms, Harry listened to the slowing heart rate of the panting man.

“Never do something like this again, understand?” Severus ordered, his voice authoritative and Harry nodded his agreement, pressing a kiss to his flushed chest. Squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for Severus to leave him again, Harry held his breath.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, the lost quality of his voice revealing his feelings and Severus held him tightly in his embrace.

“We need to get you back,” Severus flicked his wand and Harry almost gasped with relief as the welts healed themselves, “Promise me that you won’t come to a place like this again,” his tone serious, Harry lowered his eyes and nodded. Severus stood, straightening his robes and Harry struggled not to cry at the finality of his words, “Well, are you coming with me then?” Severus offered and Harry looked up into soft black eyes.

“To the Manor?” praying that Severus would say yes, Harry found he couldn’t meet the man’s eyes, turning his face away and biting his bottom lip with nerves.

“Harry, I have no intention of spending the night in the god forsaken place you call home, of course I meant the manor.” Severus huffed and Harry smiled.
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