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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19744 -:- 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 Seven: How on earth did I get so jaded?

At last Severus Snape stood trial.

The courtroom, since Lucius’ disastrous admission, had been cleared of the general public. But two members of the public had been allowed in – Hermione and Harry. He sat at the back of the public gallery, eyes shaded by a black hooded top that covered his black hair and pale face from view. He had black leather gloves covering his hands, hiding the long scar across one hand from Hermione's too swift scrutiny. The press and the jury had no idea he was amongst them and were watching the defendant being led into the large room.

The black haired wizard looked as stony faced as always. His black robes were neatly pressed and hung loosely on his frame. Too loosely. He had lost weight since his arrest. His dark eyes scoured the jury and then he turned and his gaze fixed onto Harry, some passionate desire burning there. Harry slid down in his seat, feeling his cheeks burn, and feeling his cock harden. After turning Harry inside out, Snape turned calmly back to face his accusers.

The Minister, as the presiding officer, established Snape’s identity, and then allowed the defence solicitor forward.

“Professor Snape, you have worked at Hogwarts for a number of years, haven’t you?” His lawyer was a thin faced man who seemed very unhappy with having to defend this disgusting creature.

Snape didn't respond to the other wizard's dislike; he was used to being hated and feared by hundreds of children, and by one man who had learnt to both hate and adore the pleasure forced from his unwilling body.

“Yes.” Snape’s voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn’t used it much in the cells, or as if he’d been screaming.

“In that time, you would have had the opportunity to torture and abuse any number of students. Yes?”

“Yes.” A small smile lit Snape’s haggard face as he thought And some of them would have deserved it. He waited for the next question, knowing that his defender was trying to establish that what had happened was out of character and that therefore there had to have been some more complicated reason than Snape's lust for a barely legal man.

“Yet you did not do so.” The solicitor turned to the rows of impassive witches and wizards. “He could have done as he wished, had torture and abuse been something he enjoyed. He didn’t. It seems clear then that what happened during the incident being investigated, Severus Snape had a motive for doing what he did.”

“Can you tell me, professor,” the man went on, turning back to his client, “just what your motive was?”

A muscle ticked in Snape’s jaw. His voice came slowly at first, as if the answer were being dragged unwillingly from him. “Since I knew he was an adult, Harry Potter had become something of an obsession of mine. At school, as a minor, I saw only an irritating child, but when he did not return to Hogwarts this year, and also became a man in the eyes of the law, I saw at last what he had turned into – a beautiful, innocent young man, just ripe for the taking. I wanted to see his eyes darken with the pleasure I knew I could give him, I wanted to hear his voice break with his screams of completion as I climaxed within him.”

The listeners shifted uneasily, all except the newspaper reporters, who were noting down every scintillating detail for later. In the balcony, Harry felt his cock throb in time with each of Snape's words. It felt like he was learning a shameful secret, yet, really, it was his actions that were shameful; he was the one who had wanted that dominance, had wanted to be subjugated and humiliated.

Snape seemed more comfortable now that his confession had begun, and spoke more easily, “His capture provided an opportunity for me to have at least the pleasure of his body, and I strove to make the experience as pleasurable for him as possible without giving away my true motivation to the Dark Lord or to Harry. You-Know-Who would have been unable to reach into my mind for my secrets, but Harry is no skilled Occlumens, he would have been easy picking for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. So, as much as I longed to ease Harry's burden, I dared not, for both our sakes.”

He paused, voice hoarse and took a sip of water before going on, wanting everyone in this court to see the monster he was:

“I have no illusions about myself; I am aware that in the normal course of events Harry would never have looked at me like that, nor would I have ever acted upon my desire. But these events were not in the normal course of things. He had been captured, and dire things threatened once he had learned submission under my tutelage. He submitted easily to me and it made my need grow so much more...

“I ensured that he did give me his permission. I wanted that small balm to my conscience: that at least Harry had allowed me to use his body, no matter how reluctantly he had given his consent.”

His lawyer looked sickened and surprised, as if that wasn’t the response he had been expecting. He cleared his throat, “Th - thank you, Professor Snape.”

The press were lapping up every word. At his side, Hermione was gazing at Harry, offering moral support. He shook his head at her, neither wanting nor deserving her emotional help. What compassion did he deserve? He was like the man in the dock, trapped by a hopeless situation and a helpless passion.

Moving like an elderly wizard, the lawyer staggered back to his seat. The opposition representative stood up, eager to have his shot at this pathetic and perverted man.

“Isn’t it true that you would have done anything to have Harry Potter?”

“No.” The response was unemotional in tone, but something showed in those black eyes.

“Isn’t it true that only fear of losing your job prevented you from raping him at Hogwarts?”

“No.”

“Isn’t it true that you are still a loyal Death Eater, and took pleasure in following You-Know-Who’s orders?”

“No.” Some small spark of anger was beginning to show in Snape’s voice.

“Isn’t it true that you were disappointed at the swiftness of Mr Potter’s rescue? That you wanted more time alone with him to corrupt and torment him?”

“Not at all. I was the one who told Dumbledore's portrait about Harry's capture. I insisted that the boy – the young man – be rescued at once before more harm befell him. Especially as I had been told that afternoon that however poorly Harry was trained, he was going to be passed around for other men to use him.”

“Oh very clever! Paintings cannot give evidence, so we have no proof that you were the one who told of his capture.”

Snape gave the man a cold look. “Being here, just being here and admitting that, will lead to the Dark Lord hunting me down and killing me for my betrayal. I have worked as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix since before You-Know-Who returned. My entire life has been a tightrope act, doing what Dumbledore demanded, and seeming to obey He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named without giving away my lies.

“But, you only have my word for that. Let me go free,” he was addressing the jury now, “Find me not guilty and I will be dead within weeks. Then you will have your proof.”

The solicitor staring at him looked furious that Snape had made a statement of his own and now tried to get the questioning back on track.

“Isn’t it true you raped him? That you wanted to keep him there to rape him more?”

“I – I never raped him. I never wanted to rape him.”

The Minister broke in, “Mr Gullat, the court already has evidence that Severus Snape had consensual intercourse with Mr Potter, that point is settled. Please move on.” He paused then asked, “Do you have anything else?”

“Yes, sir. I will now turn to the other torture you submitted Harry Potter to. Whilst being questioned, Mr Potter states that you: “collared him, forced him to crawl like an animal, grabbed him by his hair, kicked and punched him, and threatened great injuries.” What do you say in response?”

Snape’s lip curled, “I had the object of my affections, or obsession, entirely in my power, and that was the worst I could think of to do to him? Had I wished it, I could have broken that boy and made him my willing fuck toy within four hours.” He paused, aware that his comment had struck home, “And whilst being questioned did he also mention that his ribs miraculously stopped being cracked whilst he slept? That was my doing. Did he tell you that I caused him almost no harm, and considerable pleasure whilst we had sex? Did he mention that I told him to do as I said and it would help keep him safer for longer? And did he mention that when the Dark Lord wanted to hand him to Lucius to be tortured, I stepped in and stopped it?!”

The prosecutor looked unsure of himself. And the jury too seemed to have much to consider. They were looking at Snape, weighing up whether he was telling the truth, whether he could be punished for twisting Harry so much that he had enjoyed being fucked.

The Minister stepped in. “I think the jury has enough to deliberate upon.”

It took them six hours before they returned. Six hours to decide the fate of a man’s life.
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