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CH17 AN: phoenix-rob – you really panicked me with your question about wards. I've checked very carefully and there isn't anything definitively established in canon regarding Hogwarts' wards (I regard canon as the books, not the films, fyi, and not 'Cursed Child' *shudders*). Albus certainly had no idea that Moody wasn't Moody in fourth year, nor that there was an extra person (the real Moody) crossing the wards; he didn't know that the Slytherin who got sent to the Vanishing Cabinet in second year (name escapes me) was flitting between the two cabinets, meaning he had to have been constantly crossing the boundaries; and in the sixth year the MoM assign Aurors to Hogwarts because of the increased danger. Surely if the wards were so good, extra protection would not be needed?
As for Snape's rooms... read on, and know that the bit in this chapter about his room is directly because of your question!
Book_addict_89 – the 'horrible wolf' will get his. And you said 'Snape definitely needs a superhero costume - although I can't decide if picturing him with pants on over his clothes Superman style is appealing or not?' How about we compromise and just take off his underpants altogether?! Yum!
Dedicated_Reader – thank you for your very sweet review. I do enjoy writing sick and twisted, so hopefully this will continue to be a guilty pleasure. Hope this chapter lives up to your excitement about it.
Oh, yeah, forgot I'd made the staircases move as per the films (grrr). It comes up in this chapter. SP
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Chapter 17 – The sickness
Harry let go of the handle on his bag, his fingers suddenly nerveless. Wide green eyes stared in horror at the older man.
Lupin sniffed the air delicately, lips curling further back. “Your fear is delicious,” he taunted, “but there is such an easy way to end it. Stop thinking about running or calling for your precious Severus and just accept my domination of you.” He saw Harry's shaking hands twitch and the boy take a half step backwards. “Stop moving!” Lupin ordered, a snarl in his voice, “We both know you'll submit to me.”
“No,” Harry barely whispered, taking another half step back.
The door … he hadn't closed the door. If he turned and ran could he reach Snape before Lupin caught him? Was Severus anywhere close by? The last time Harry had seen him he had been bolting down some food in the Great Hall. Surely he had finished eating? Surely he was preparing for his next lesson? Surely he'd be there to protect Harry? But could Severus protect Harry from this werewolf?
Mind churning, Harry had to make a decision. He saw Lupin shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet, getting ready to spring, and knew he had no time. It had to be now.
He ran.
His feet seemed to struggle for grip for a moment and then he was halfway up the dungeon corridor, Lupin hot on his heels. He could hear the harsh breathing as the older wizard chased after him. Sprinting, his mind whirled desperately, recalling Severus once saying that he was unable to specifically ward his room against intruders, as it was part of the school and therefore not truly his room. Harry remembered, panting for breath, that he'd asked about at least Snape being aware when someone went into his room, and the older wizard had remarked that since Harry had come to live with him, he'd lowered that defence, as he had had no desire to feel tingling several times a day due to his younger room-mate. He cursed Snape now for not being willing to put up with a bit of inconvenience and for ever taking the DADA job, as it meant his classroom was no longer next door to his quarters. Instead Harry had to fly up several flights of stairs. For one second he contemplated heading for the Great Hall, but dismissed it. There was no way he could risk all those students hearing what Lupin had done to him, what he wanted to do now. And he couldn't let all those youngsters, all those children who felt a false sense of security, have their happiness torn away from them by this cruel monster.
So he ran.
Gasping for breath he hurled himself up staircases, mentally begging the stone steps to all be in place. He had no breath to spare for cries or warnings and just hoped he ran into no one who slowed him down.
He swung up a flight and sobbed as he saw the stairs far away at their other position. Desperate, he slid behind a suit of armour and into the hidden passage there.
Now his breaths sounded loud and panicked as he scurried along the narrow stone-lined channel. Behind him came the gasping sounds of Lupin. He seemed to be falling back, his breathing more ragged even than Harry's.
Thighs burning, Harry climbed the stairs two at a time, nearly stumbling as he reached the top and his legs threatened to give out. Then he was pushing past a picture and onto the Defence Against the Dark Arts corridor.
Severus was taking a sip from a cup and just beginning to push the door to his room open.
Harry gave a sob of relief that the other wizard heard. Snape turned, eyes widening at the sight of Harry wild eyed and close to exhaustion. Then his gaze narrowed, seeing Lupin half tripping.
“Incarcerous!” Snape yelled, aiming his wand at the gasping older wolf.
Ropes shot out of it, flying past Harry and wrapped tightly around the panting figure. Lupin smacked face first into the stone floor, his nose smashing and blood spurting everywhere.
“Sev – Sev!” Harry gasped, unable to get the rest of the word out. He collapsed into the teacher's arms, knocking the mug of tea flying, and clung to the black robes. Hands shaking, Harry held on, heaving huge lungfuls of air into his shattered body.
Staring down at the terrified youngster, Snape lifted his wand again and sent his Patronus shooting off. This situation needed Dumbledore. And quickly. Especially if the noise he was hearing was his afternoon class arriving.
“Harry,” he began urgently, “get inside. Go into the office and wait there. I'll deal with him.”
Still shaky, Harry was reluctant to let go, but Severus disentangled the youth and pushed him into the classroom. Without even watching to see if the boy obeyed, Snape levitated the snarling body and shoved him back into the passage. He cast a silencing spell and a disillusionment charm as well before feeling amongst the werewolf's clothes and removing his wand. Breathing rather hard, he closed the portrait entrance and turned just in time to see the unhappy looking second year Gryffindors pacing towards him, followed (looking rather more pleased) by the Slytherins. He fixed his sneer on his face and waved them all towards his teaching space, hoping that Harry hadn't just collapsed inside.
Judging by the lack of cries, Harry hadn't been found passed out on the ground.
Not knowing how he had the strength to do it, somehow the youngster had followed Snape's orders and staggered to the front of the room, lurching from desk to desk for support, until finally he had fallen up the stairs and crawled the final distance into the office. Once inside, he fell forward and slept.
In the main space, Severus had just had time to prowl to the front, take five points from Gryffindor for untidiness (he'd come close to tripping over a bag), harangue a luckless student who had come close to breaking one of the many knick knacks that lined the room and explain the lesson's topic when he was interrupted by a harried looking headmaster.
“Professor Snape?” Albus said mildly, although his blue eyes were tense.
“Read pages one hundred and twenty two to one hundred and thirty four,” Snape ordered his group and left the room to have a whispered conference in the hallway.
He returned a few moments later and resumed his introduction to the lesson as though there had been no interruption.
Outside, Albus moved the painting on its hinge and felt around inside for Lupin. A solid mass told him that the man was there, so he ended the silencing and disguising spells cast by Snape (he had no intention of freeing the wolf from his bonds if he had truly chased Harry through the castle) and glared down at the rapist.
“Remus,” he said, his voice icy.
Lupin winced a little but said nothing.
“I know I requested your attendance this afternoon, but I thought I had made it clear that our meeting was to take place after the end of the teaching day. Certainly, I did not give permission for you to be wandering the halls and terrifying students.” Dumbledore shook his head, real fury in his voice as he looked down at this man who had failed him so much.
“Needed to speak to … Harry,” Lupin croaked, feeling in desperate need of water.
“Indeed? Needing to speak to someone usually does not cause them to flee. What did you suggest, Remus, that he found exception to?” Albus snarled, “Or need I not ask?”
The Marauder went white. “I – I don't know what you mean, Albus,” he choked out.
“No?” And now the voice was deep and throbbing with suppressed violence. “You didn't threaten or even attempt to rape him again? Sorry,” he snapped as he saw Lupin's mouth open, “dominate him.”
Lupin's mouth snapped shut.
“What you have done to him is beyond sick, beyond redemption, Remus. And it is only my wish that Harry sees your execution that is staying my hand now. But make no mistake, you will die.”
“But I could teach Harry so much about being a werewolf. There is so much he doesn't know. So much he doesn't understand!”
“How to abuse, torture and rape? Harry needs none of that teaching.” Dumbledore glowered angrily and recast the silencing charm. Leaving Lupin, he travelled the passage and cast a spell to seal the entrance behind the armour, then returned and cast the same sealing charm as he exited onto the DADA corridor.
Striding purposefully, he returned to Snape's lesson, nodding politely to the teacher before making his way to the office. Gently knocking, he pushed on the door and got it a little way open before it jammed. Aware that the students were probably all staring at him, Albus edged through the narrow opening and into the office.
Inside he saw what had caused the blockage: Harry. He was still stretched out on the thick rug, glasses slightly askew, a slight tightness around his face that spoke of fear even while he slept.
Reluctantly, the headmaster nudged the boy awake. Remembering Lupin's croaky voice, he requested a jug of pumpkin juice from an elf he called for, and added a variety of fruit to the order too. It popped onto the desk before Harry had finished returning to consciousness. As Dumbledore waited, he closed the office door, knowing they would need total privacy.
“Wh- where?” Harry saw the white haired man and the tension in his body eased.
“Have a drink, Harry,” the headmaster suggested, pouring out a glass and handing it to the still prone boy.
Harry gulped it down gratefully and when he held it up, was pleased that Albus refilled it for him at once.
“Thank you, sir,” he gasped, feeling less likely to faint again.
“Can you forgive me, Harry?” Dumbledore asked. “I invited Lupin to the school as I wished to make it clear that I knew of his treatment of you and that I would be taking action of my own. I apologise for not foreseeing his early arrival and his threats to you.”
Getting his legs under him, Harry knelt and rose, slumping quickly into a chair. One of his ankles kept twitching and it was driving him crazy. Filling his goblet with more fluid, he considered the older wizard's words. “It isn't your fault, sir,” Harry said, “you weren't to know he'd come back for more.”
Dreading the answer, Albus asked, “Did he hurt you?”
Face set, Harry answered. “No. He was going to though.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
Harry related finding Lupin in the room and his delighted surprise at seeing Harry. “I don't think he was there to attack me; he was searching our rooms. But when he saw me, it made him want to ...”
Albus nodded to show he understood and the recitation continued. At last, Harry explained how he had ended up on this corridor, and how lucky he had been that Snape was there. “If he hadn't been about to go into his room, I don't think I could have escaped. I was knackered!”
He shuddered as he thought of how close he'd come to disaster. He listened as Dumbledore related his side of the story – the Patronus reaching him just outside the Great Hall, hurriedly checking their rooms first, then rushing up to this corridor and his whispered talk with Severus. Finally, his voice stern, he explained the decision he had made regarding Lupin.
“Y – you'll really kill him?” Harry asked, eyes wide.
“You think he deserves to live?” Dumbledore responded, a coldness in his tone that the youngster had never seen before.
“N – no. But what's the penalty for what he did? Shouldn't he just go to Azkaban?”
“Where the dementors are on Voldemort's side and from where he might break free? No, Remus has had his chances and now must pay the price for wasting them.”
There seemed no answer to that. But it made Harry sad. How many chances did someone get from Dumbledore? And was he always so harsh if you failed him? Too, before all this had happened, Remus Lupin had been a friend. He'd taught Harry how to defend himself from the dementors, and he'd been a close friend of Harry's father. Could he allow the man to be destroyed? He'd shown Pettigrew mercy in his third year for a worse crime. But he was older now, harder, and had less mercy in him.
“You seem to have decided something,” Albus said, watching the resolution cross the boy's face.
“I've decided you're right. He has to die.” the youngster replied, shocking himself with the lack of emotion in his voice. “And I want to do it.”
“No.” Dumbledore shook his head vigorously. “No, Harry. Never. I shall do it. You know I am cheating Death just by sitting here, so allow me to destroy the man who hurt you before I am welcomed into Death's embrace.”
“I don't want you to become a murderer.”
“Nor I, you. And I have already asked too much of Severus to expect him to do it. No, this is one task I must do.”
There was a long silence. It was finally broken by the sound of students moving outside. Harry asked, very quietly, “Could you make a horcrux, sir?”
Looking shocked, Dumbledore opened his mouth to start speaking, but he was cut off before he even formed the first sound.
“No, please, sir, think it through. You've said you're going to kill L – Lupin. And we both know you're dying. Why not make a horcrux from it so you come back? It'll terrify Voldemort if he thinks you're immortal!”
“Harry,” Albus' voice was gentle, “the horcrux I make would still be linked to this frail body. It would still be cursed and dying. And, truly, I doubt I could. Even with all he has done, I will regret Remus' passing.”
“But ...” Harry tried again but was interrupted by the appearance of Severus in the doorway.
The black eyes flicked to the student and relief showed in them before his barriers slammed down and he was as inscrutable as ever. “So, where have you got to?” he asked.
“We've agreed that Lupin is to be executed,” the headmaster said the words calmly, no hint of the difficult conversation he and the boy had had showing on his face.
“Good. I'll murder the bastard.” Snape snarled, eyes flashing.
“Would you make a horcrux?” Harry asked, eyes hopeful.
“You want me to?”
“I want to make sure that snake faced freak doesn't kill you off if he finds out you're a spy.”
Snape listened carefully, but there was no noise coming from the room full of students he had abandoned. No doubt they were all listening just as eagerly, ears straining for some hint of what had happened to cause the sudden arrival of the headmaster in their lesson. Whispering, he said, “This is not a discussion for now, Harry. But horcruxes are Dark magic. And creating one destroys a person's morality. If I do as you ask, it won't necessarily be me who comes back. It will be a soul-ripped version of me. Could you live with that?”
“If it means I don't lose you.” Green eyes dark with resolution, Harry glared at Severus, daring him to argue.
“Later,” Snape promised. “We will go into this fully later.”
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CH17 AN: I have no idea why I've made Remus such a git, other than that I needed someone to hurt Harry when he was most vulnerable.
CH 18 preview: “... I was the one who got to fuck his sweet ass that first time. You're planning on killing me, so why bother hiding it any more? Albus learned that there was something in the forest, and I was the one who managed to hold him up enough that his little expedition took place on a full moon.” He swung keen eyes to the white haired man, “Know that it was all your fault, Albus....” SP
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