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Unleashed	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Oh dear this has gotten so long...hope this chapter isn't too confusing...I wrote it late at night.

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UNLEASHED

by lordoberon

Chapter 17

Harry’s mouth had taken control of the situation.

And what a mouth…smooth, full, it moved over Severus’s, pleading with the hot press of a tongue, while the rest of Harry was demanding. The young man pushed his body against Severus to show his impatience, and it was glory to feel the heat of his skin, even just arm against arm, to hear the hitch in his breath when Severus’s uncontrolled tongue sidled out to play…

Oh, how could he help it? Severus couldn’t. His arms went around embracing Harry, pulling him tighter to him. With a moan, he let Harry’s tongue play in his mouth, and reveled in it. His hands pushed up Harry’s back, feeling out every contour, pressing in at the shoulder blades, and then up to that wild mop of hair that he loved. It was James all over, but he loved it on Harry, and he’d wanted to play with it forever. So he dug his hands into it, pulling and smoothing, massaging Harry’s scalp and just gliding his fingers through that mess.

While he was doing that, Harry seemed unable to stop moving. His tongue was in Severus’s mouth, dipping in and out, teasing. His hands gripped the folds of Severus’s robes tightly, before letting them go. Then they smoothed down his chest, slowly, slowly…

Before Severus could rein himself in, he was losing it. His mouth went haywire on him, and leaving Harry to panting, crept down the young man’s neck in a trail of kisses and bites. At the same time, his curious hands edged down Harry’s back and then up, beneath the hem of his shirt, to touch the softness of bare skin.

Harry’s response was to sink against Severus even more, tilting his head so that Severus could get to his neck. A small moan left his mouth, a quavering thing that had Severus shaking. His hands rested at Severus’s hips easily, naturally, and the heat of his body remained so close, so good.

Severus swept his hands up Harry’s back, tasting with his fingertips that smooth, silky skin. It was perfect, and he wanted to touch more of it, all of it, but he couldn’t let himself.

He stood up straight, as much as he could on the stairway. Sensing him pulling away, Harry leaned in closer. He wrapped his arms around Severus tight, and bit at his earlobe gently. When he left a sucking, warm, wet kiss beneath Severus’s ear, Severus nearly sank in again. But he resisted.

It was like that, they were discovered, for suddenly Lupin’s voice rang out, and then he was there, staring at them. Over Harry’s shoulder Severus saw him, but it was too late to move and look inconspicuous. He shut his eyes, and gently pushed Harry away.

“Lupin,” he said hoarsely, “Come to check on us, I see.”

The werewolf’s eyes were dancing with the light of amusement. He smiled. “I’m happy to see you two getting along better than the last times I visited.”

He was trying hard not to laugh, Severus could tell. Why did he find it so funny? Must he enjoy it? If he didn’t, then Severus would be able to pull away, to call it wrong, and to continue living out his miserable lonely life without harming Harry Potter through his intense desire for him. His love, maybe, could help Harry…but not his lust. He shuddered at the thought of taking the innocence from Harry…a thing Harry would surely regret.

“You’re just in time, Lupin,” Severus said smoothly, gliding past the other man into the sitting room. “Today, I have to take Harry’s blood for the demons. It will be a painful procedure. You can stay and distract him. Come.”

He beckoned them forward, into the kitchen. Harry was flushed and licked his lips far too many times. Open as a book! Stupid boy. Stupid beautiful boy who seemed to want to devour Severus almost as much as Severus wanted to tongue every inch of him. Including the inches he hadn’t seen…!

Quickly he put blindfolds on them both, and then led them down into his lab. The time it took to maneuver them down the stairs without tripping was time he took advantage of to calm his desire and school himself back into composure. Once below, he undid their blindfolds, and while they remained standing there staring like idiots, he wheeled his desk chair into the center of the room. Then he elongated it so that it was a reclining type, that would fit all of Harry.

“Sit,” he commanded Harry.

The boy sat down reluctantly. Perhaps he could see that only business was on Severus’s mind now, for he had turned serious. As Severus returned with a tray of items on a table though, he mumbled, “You’re like Victor Frankenstein, the mad scientist.”

Severus couldn’t stop the smile that came to his face. Harry’s muggle references were quite refreshing. He secretly enjoyed them. But he put severity back into his expression and snapped, “Quiet.”

The boy shut up, but he glanced over at Lupin, and they smiled at each other with some secret knowledge. What was it? Severus hated how he was never included in things. He used his annoyance to fuel him into action, and taking the wet handkerchief in his hand, he took Harry’s hand.

That turned Harry’s attention back to him. His eyes were owlish in their surprise. “What’s that?” He resisted having it rubbed against every fingertip, but Severus forced him into it.

“This is to help you maintain your hold over yourself while I’m doing the blood procedure. You’re going to have to take it in through your eyes, nose, ears, and mouth as well, to get all five senses.”

Harry blanched. “That sounds unpleasant.”

Severus grinned. “Exactly. That’s why it’s a good thing Lupin is here.”

Across the chair, he nodded over at Lupin. Lupin stared at him for a second, lost, and then said, “Oh! Right. Well. So.” He cleared his throat. “Harry. Tonks said to tell you she misses you and she knows you’re going to be fine.”

The Gryffindor laughed, and said, “Thanks.” He shivered at the coldness, or the stinging sensation, as Severus put the potion on the edges of his ears.

He rubbed it on Harry’s nose, too, which made Harry sneeze, and then taking a dropper of it he said, “Glasses off.”

Obedient but frowning, the boy handed his glasses to Lupin and opened his eyes wide. “This reminds me of the muggle eye doctors,” he said quietly, but did not wince as the drops fell into his eyes. He blinked a couple times.

Severus handed him the last part, the part to be ingested, and while Harry drank it he looked at those green eyes. They were the same without the glasses off, and yet it was alarming to see them with no cover. He liked it, but he also disliked it. It reminded him a little too much of Lily.

“And now the shirt,” he said. He schooled his face to utter seriousness and neutrality, even though he did like to look at Harry with his shirt off.

The boy’s reaction was predictable. “Why??”

“Heart access,” Severus explained simply. When the shirt was off, he cast the spell so he could study Harry’s heart. Putting a finger to his lips, he closed his eyes. Yes, the sound was good. There were no murmurs, no holes, nothing amiss. Good.

He took a blood sample with a whisk of his wand, tested the health of it by combining it with a little vial, and when it turned blue he nodded. “Good.”

Harry had his arms crossed over his chest, guarded, embarrassed. How funny, when just last night he’d flaunted himself in front of Severus. Perhaps Lupin’s presence made him nervous about his shirtlessness.

“So you’re taking blood from me, I heard, to give to the demons. What do they want it for?”

Severus rolled his eyes as he mixed three vials together in precise measurements. He gestured a hand over his shoulder to Lupin. “Please explain.”

Lupin’s voice was calm. “Harry, while you were under, during that ceremony, we spoke with the demons. They agreed that they would leave you if they had some of your blood, with which they can perhaps have a corporeal form. Of course, we aren’t going to allow that to really happen, but – “

“Yes we are.”

“What??” Both looked over at Severus.

He took up the completed vial, and studied it in the light. No spots, excellent.

“I said, yes we are. We will allow them to have a corporeal form. We may even study them, to see as to their source, who may have conjured them, etcetera. Then we will destroy them thoroughly. Or at least take the body from them, leaving them just a pack of floaters again. We can’t let them run about, of course.”

Lupin sighed heavily. “Severus. Have you run that by Minerva? I’d like to know what she thinks.”

Severus clacked his teeth so as to not say anything too biting. “I’d like you to trust me. Everything I’ve done so far has worked.”

The werewolf snorted. “Right. And after you tried the dream potion and met with the demons, you were covered with burns beyond belief and could barely move! You collapsed! If I hadn’t shown up in time -”

Harry was glaring at Severus now. This was the first he’d heard of that, was it? Harry’s indignant look made Severus’s anger boil up from inside. “DON’T go on about that! It was the first time I’d tried it! I plan to try it again, since it’s the only way to inform the demons that I’m doing the blood work on Harry for them. And when we give it all to them, I’ll have to take it to them in a dream, since we can’t very well summon them out of Harry’s body again after what happened last time!”

“Surely there’s something else we can try,” Lupin said coldly.

An impish smile briefly flashed across Harry’s face, and then left. He looked from Lupin to Severus and then nodded. “Yeah. Is that the only way to get stuff to the demons?”

“Yes,” Severus said stiffly. He handed the second vial to Harry, who drank it.

While he waited for that to take effect, he readied the glass container that would get Harry’s blood in it – a rather large one – and polished a sharp, pointed needle.

The boy stared at the needle, and said groggily, “Wh…whussat for? I’m…mmm…everything’s spinning…”

“Yes,” Severus said, “Tell me when you feel numb.”

Harry shut his eyes, moaning about the weird sensations going through his body. He was purposefully being separated from sensation at this moment, so that when the heavy pain hit later on, after Severus took the blood, and during, he would feel it less.

It took only a minute. “Numb,” Harry said softly. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at Severus through heavy eyelids. “You’re…you’ll take care of me, right?”

Severus rolled his eyes. The champion of the wizarding world, nervous now? He patted Harry’s hand. “Yes. Now shut up.”

He carefully put a shield around himself, and Lupin, and then leaned in. With his face inches from Harry’s, he took the needle, and very, very carefully poked it just a bit into Harry’s skin. Dot by dot, he traced the lightning scar.

Lupin was watching from off to the side. He made a sound of interest and concern, but said nothing. Harry merely blinked, breathing in deeply and evenly. Perhaps it had hit him how important this all was.

When the blood began to seep from the scar, Severus took up the little cup and let the drops fall into it. He pressed around the scar, squeezing as much blood from it as he could. Then he put that aside, and took up the needle again. Now, he carved a rune carefully into the skin over Harry’s heart, not too deep, and let that bleed into a different cup from the lightning scar. The boy didn’t even flinch. That made Severus proud.

To take the blood from a man magically like this, in a way that would keep the power of magic in the blood, and not kill him, required great precision. Wizards and witches had normal ways of getting blood for medical procedures, just like muggles did in their hospitals. But the demons didn’t want just blood; they wanted the powerful flavor of Harry’s blood. Therefore Severus had to use an old, difficult bit of potion and spell work to preserve that special “Harry” flavor when he extracted the blood.

It required that the taker know something of the person – which Severus daresay he did, after watching so many pensieve memories – and it required knowledge of runes. Any defining characteristics, such as Harry’s scar, had to be bled first. Secondly, the scar was important because of what it symbolized. Harry had survived death from the Killing Curse, which no other man had survived before. Whatever really lay behind the scar – what mysteries it held, that no one knew – might show through in the blood, and make this spell all the more powerful, and the blood all the more tasteful for the demons.

Last but not least, a pinprick of blood from Harry’s neck, and a strand of his hair. Severus carefully put them all in one final glass container, mixed them, and then took up the grinded ingredients. These were the most important, and the most difficult to obtain. They had had to be ground extremely fine.

Severus put one dot of the stuff over each of Harry’s closed eyes, and then, again with a needle, dotted it over the rune he had carved over Harry’s heart.

Finally, he took out his wand and put it in the center of the rune. “Perum Sanguis.”

The pain began, and the process. Harry flinched suddenly, so still before. His hands clenched onto the arms of his chair, and a gasp broke from his throat. He began to sweat profusely, and his body began to shake. His teeth clattered in his mouth, before he bit down on his lip, and determinedly closed his eyes.

The shaking continued, and Severus stepped back. He took the tray back to its place, and then gestured that Lupin stand further away. Worry all over his face, the werewolf retreated to the edge of the room.

Harry’s head snapped back in pain, and his back arched up. A frustrated groan came from his mouth. He kept his hold hard on the arms of the chair, and his feet scraped across the bottom of his seat. From his place directly in front of Harry, a few feet away, Severus saw the veins in Harry’s body, as suddenly they were stark against his skin. They went from red to green.

“Aaaargh!” This was the worst part, and the longest. Harry couldn’t help screaming in pain; much lesser men would have already been screaming. Severus slid in beyond Harry’s flailing limbs, and tied his arms to the chair, and his legs, too. He put his wand to Harry’s heart again, and said the second incantation.

Immediately Harry was whimpering in pain. His skin all had a greenish hue to it now. He opened his eyes briefly, and they were brilliant even amidst the backdrop of green. Then he shut his eyes again. The shaking stopped, and the flailing. He lay there, just caught in it.

The blood came first from his heart; Severus could hear it pumping steadily, strongly. It would not give out. He knew already this would be a success. He caught the blood, bottled it, and waited for the second and third portions.

For a time, Harry just lay there, green and closed-eyed, in pain. Then, gradually, the green turned to blue. Severus took the second sample as it fell from Harry’s eyes like tears, and then waited from his position again for the last one. This one was the hardest to catch.

It exploded out of Harry suddenly, from all angles of his body. No wounds were left by any of it, because it was magical extraction. Severus froze the blood with a quick spell, sighing in relief as it worked. Often times that part did not work when people tried to do this. Slowly, carefully, he went around collecting every drop of the third sample from where it was stuck in the air, on the ground, or on Harry’s skin.

The blue was fading now, and Harry moaned as the pain throbbed. According to Severus’s research, before it had been a stinging, and a burning, and ripping; now it would be a heavy throb.

He put the last drop of sample in its bottle, and then put them all carefully assembled on his cleared desk. When Lupin whispered, “Severus,” from across the room, Severus looked back.

Harry lay still now, breathing deeply in and out. His skin was back to normal. When Lupin gestured with his head that he wanted to move forward, Severus gave him permission with a nod.

Slowly and methodically, he combined the samples and then put the bottle inside a heated container. He checked his clock. Five pm. Good. He had chosen a good time to begin this. It had been, what, an hour now? Yes. One hour.

He set the alarm on all his clocks, so that when three hours were up they would ring and he could check on the samples in their heated container. Then he turned back to Harry and Lupin.

The boy was still down for the count, and Lupin sat next to him on a conjured chair, just holding his hand.

Severus looked away. He would have liked to do that but he wouldn’t. And he couldn’t, really. If he thought about Harry in pain and how he had caused it – even if it had been necessary – he would lose his businesslike exterior.

So he drew Lupin away, saying quietly, “It’s not quite over. He needs to have quiet and rest.”

They went up to the sitting room, and there, Lupin collapsed on the couch.

“Severus! What on earth was all that! That was…that was…”

“Terrifying?” Severus offered. He mixed Lupin a drink, too, and handed it over to him before taking a long swig of his own.

“Yes! Very terrifying! I thought he was going to die, Severus. You scared the lights out of me. That boy is brave. He has undergone a lot. What immense pain he must have been in, to get that sort of reaction out of him.”

“I know.” Severus drank the rest of his glass, and made another. “I’ve seen it. In his pensieve memories.”

Lupin looked up at him from his prone position. “Has that been going well? How does he stand you looking at all his memories?”

Severus shrugged. He didn’t want to discuss that. “He simply does, because he must.”

“Why was that blood extraction so long and painful? It was nothing like I’ve ever seen.”

Severus nursed his second drink slowly. “The demons don’t just want blood to drink. They want Harry’s blood. They were attracted to his power. If I don’t keep that ‘Harry’ flavor to it, they won’t be satisfied. Especially not that leader of the demon pack. He was the one that burned me in the dream. The others are just followers.”

“Hmmm.” Lupin sighed heavily, and then sat up. “Good thinking, Severus. Can I go see Harry again? I know he’s asleep, but after seeing him go through that, I feel he would like someone at his bedside.”

Severus nodded, pretending to be absorbed in his drink. Really, he should be glad that Lupin had a fatherly sort of relationship, more like friends, with Harry. The boy didn’t have a father (although James would not have been good, a part of Severus insisted), so the more older male figures he had looking out for him, the better.

But instead, jealousy curled its way just a little into Severus. Harry spent so much time with everyone else, and enjoyed their company. He always had. Severus was always the one left out, the hated one. Then again, it was necessary for his work for the Dark Lord…

He was shaken out of his jealous whirl when Lupin asked, “Come with me?” He smiled. It was that knowing, satisfied smile. He had seen Severus embracing Harry. He had perhaps seen the young dolt licking his lips after, giving so much away.

“Don’t play ‘Matchmaker matchmaker’ with me, Lupin,” Severus hissed. “I’m going for a walk.”

He went up to his rooms, where he changed clothes quickly, and then ducked out into the slight drizzle with a coat on.

After his nervous energy had washed out in the rain, Severus was content to simply watch the river flowing by underneath the bridge. His calm was interrupted by the familiar burn of the Dark Mark on his arm.

He took out the robes that he always brought with him, and changed quickly, leaving his muggle clothes beneath the bridge.

In a moment, he had left life behind, and was facing death. Death sat on a dark chair in an empty room of the Malfoy Manor, facing the fire. His snake, Nagini, circled around his chair and had her head in his lap, and he pet her while hissing things in parseltongue.

Severus repressed the shudder that wanted to run through him, and bowed lowed before the Dark Lord. “My lord.”

A cold hand crept over Severus’s neck, and then the sharp prick of a wand slithered down to stab at his heart.

“What would you do if I were to kill you now, Severus?”

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