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Invictus	By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 13268 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Severus, go see what Avery has done to cause the boy pain."

Great. Severus couldn’t leave Potter alone with Avery if the Death Eater couldn’t keep from hurting him for the few seconds it took to drag him out of bed and haul him up to the throne room.

Sighing to himself, Severus trudged down the stairs.

As Severus stepped into the library, a desperate scream tore through the air. Avery, what have you done? His heart in his stomach, he ran into Potter’s cage.

Avery was crouched over Potter, his hand between the boy’s legs.

"I let Malfoy and Avery get to me."

"Avery?" Severus asked, puzzled. What could Avery have possibly done other than give him rude looks?

"Yeah." Potter’s gaze focused on the rug.

"Get off of him, Avery."

Grumbling, Avery released Potter and left the bed. He slid his knife back into his robes and covered up his half-hard cock. "If our Lord insists that I do it in front of him, then I’ll do it there." He winked at Severus and left.

He wouldn’t really do that, would he? He might have just said that to worry Potter.

Avery casually asked, "Have you been raping him?"

Potter made a small noise and Severus realised he was bleeding. A bite mark on a nipple and a small cut on his perineum. Automatically, Severus healed the injuries, knowing that more would be given soon.

His head swam and he couldn’t think, the pounding of his heart sounded so loud. If it were any other Death Eater he would have given Potter over, but not to Avery; even without the matter of the Wizard Pox, he couldn’t let Avery have Potter. He’d seen a few of Avery’s other victims.

"C’mon, Severus," Avery pleaded. He yanked on the Muggle’s hair and she screamed. "Don’t be such a sourpuss. Give it a go." He threw the girl to the floor near Severus’s feet.

"Help me," she said, her small hands reaching for his boots.

Severus freed Potter from his chains. He couldn’t stop Avery. He could try to reason with him, but once Avery wanted something, he didn’t stop until he took it. Severus could appeal to the Dark Lord that rape wasn’t on the list of acceptable tortures he’d given Avery, but Avery would just promise to reduce Potter’s physical pain. Of course, to Avery, reducing Potter’s physical pain would entail fucking him with a single sharp edge rather than multiple. How could Avery want to rape Potter? He was just a skinny little boy.

Severus tucked his wand back in his robes. What could he do? Maybe he should just allow it to happen and give Potter another monster? He’d have to make sure Lucius would never be allowed near the boy again, and it would take some work to calm him down afterwards, but Potter would never blame him for the rape. How could he? It wasn’t as if Severus had known this would happen....

"Thank you," said Potter.

Merlin, he was just a child.

"Don’t." What if he raped him himself? What sort of choice was that? The Lady or the Tiger. If he were to stop Avery, he needed some sort of excuse. Would the Dark Lord even allow him to take Avery’s prize? Fucking hell. He shouldn’t have to make this choice. He had to. He chained Potter’s wrists and pulled him to his feet. "The Dark Lord is waiting." Unable to do anything else, he led Potter up the stairs, his stomach tight, ready to empty its contents at any moment.

Forgive me, he told her. You know I would have never touched him.

In the hallway, Severus remembered he had to try to keep Potter’s friendship. Somehow, after this horrible evening had passed, he had to regain Potter’s trust. He paused, gripped Potter’s upper arms, and wished the boy knew Legilimency so he could convey to him that, if it had been up to Severus, what was about to come to pass would never have happened.

Damn it! If only he had had the wit to grab Avery in the library and try a mind spell on him then! He should never have let him just leave for the throne room. God fucking damn it, how could he have been so bloody stupid!? Worthless. Why was he always so worthless when it came to protecting what really mattered?

Potter stared at him with those vividly green eyes, the eyes he’d given his life for, and he gave the only bit of explanation he could without risking all that he had done. "Starry vere."

"What?" Potter wrinkled his nose exactly the way Lily had when she’d thought Severus particularly daft.

If only he’d been given time! If only he didn’t have that damned mark on his arm. As it was, he could do nothing but say, "Remember that. Starry vere." He pulled Potter through the door and pushed him towards the middle of the room.

Avery stood on the dais looking quite pleased with himself while Yaxley spoke softly with the Dark Lord. Turning to the Dark Lord, Severus said,

"Avery got started without us, my Lord."

"He looked so tasty in the bed. I assure you that I was going to bring him up before I did anything serious."

Severus bowed and said, "My Lord, may I ask a favour?"

As far as he knew, it was the first time anyone had dared to ask such a thing in front of others and silence fell over the room.

"A favour, Severus?" The tone was harsh, but Severus thought he detected a bit of curiosity beneath the surface.

This better work. Severus took a deep breath and said, "Yes, my Lord. I regret having angered you, and I understand that your wrath was well-deserved. I’d like to make that up to you by taking something for you, the act of which I think you will enjoy immensely."

"And what is that?"

"Harry Potter's virginity."

The Dark Lord laughed.

"Severus!" Avery hissed, rounding on him. "It is my turn tonight!"

Never again would Avery gift him with potion ingredients. He looked at one of the few men who had ever treated him as an equal, worthy of alliance, and said, "You attempted to do it in private, denying our Lord the pleasure of it. You will also give him your disease and no one else will be able to use him after you."

"How dare you!" Avery whipped out his wand. "I came to you for a cure in private!"

"Enough!" commanded the Dark Lord. "Severus, I am still angry with you for your earlier behaviour." He glared down at Severus, but his heart didn’t seem to be in it.

"Yes, my Lord, I am sorry, my Lord." Snape lowered his head to the floor again.

"However, Avery just committed an equal sin. And of my servants, you have been the most faithful and have given me the greatest gifts. The only reason I give this gift to you now is because I know that you have never deliberately sought to conceal your behaviour from me as most of my followers have. For your honesty and loyalty I grant you this reward."

Behind the Dark Lord, Avery’s mouth hung open, although he quickly shut it, glaring at Severus across the room.

How many times had Severus dreamt of hearing those words! His heart filled despite the horror he would soon be forced to unleash, and he stood and said, "Thank you, my Lord. I will never forget this, my Lord." Not wanting to hurt the boy any more than necessary, he Summoned a pillow from one of the sofas, transfiguring it into a mattress.

With sudden quickness, Potter jumped to his feet and darted towards the door. Severus cast the rope spell as he pulled off his outer robe and tossed it to side. He dragged Potter back towards him and physically picked him up, ignoring Potter’s yelling and flailing as he carried him to the pillow. He had to make it look right.

Potter’s struggles knocked up his left sleeve and teeth tore his flesh. He ignored the pain, focusing on tying him securely in place. He grabbed his outer robe and transfigured it into a nasty-looking rope that he snaked around Potter’s neck. Despite appearances to the contrary, the soft cloth wouldn’t hurt him unless he deliberately tried to choke himself.

With Potter tied securely in place, Severus stared at the struggling bared arse before him. His dick hung limp in his pants, the sight of the pale flesh no more erotic to him than any other part of Potter’s young male body. Not only would he have to become erect in front of others, but they’d watch him having sex.

The girl hissed, "I bet this is the only way you’ll ever get laid."

Forcibly tearing his thoughts from that moment, Severus concentrated on Emma, the last girl he’d had. Delightfully curvy, with the nicest arse he’d seen in person, she’d sucked him off perfectly. Severus undid his buttons as he cast the spells he’d thought he would never use again, "Aveho sordes! Oleum!"

Concentrate on how tight it will be. How hot. Think about that delightful slide of flesh on flesh.

He had to do this. He had to stay hard. If he failed now, Avery would take his rage out on the boy. He worked his hand over his rapidly hardening prick, amazed that he managed an erection, much less to maintain it. His eyes looking at the arse before him, his mind on Emma, he pressed up against the hole and pushed.

It would never work. It was too tight.

He had to do this.

He pressed one hand flat on the top of Potter’s waist, holding him in place as he pushed forward again, stroking his cock to keep it hard.

She’d swallowed. She’d sucked down his spunk, her hand still working over his cock as she....

Slowly, terribly, the tiny ring opened for him, the fierce clench of it sliding up his shaft as he pushed his way inside.

Merlin, yes. Nice and warm. Very, very tight. Think about the tightness. Think about how good it feels to be inside another person. How Emma’s pussy gripped you tightly, her-

Potter made a noise like a wounded, dying animal.

No. You must do this. Think of how good it feels. Think about James, how you’d like to torture James.

His prick started to deflate. Shit. Revenge fantasies wouldn’t work. He had to imagine it was somehow consensual. Emma. Her tits. How it felt to come inside her.

His mind full of breasts and pussy, imagining a woman’s arse on his dick, he somehow managed to keep his erection for what seemed like forever. He didn’t dare look up at the Dark Lord, imagining disgust on the alien face mixed in with the enjoyment of Potter’s pain. The Dark Lord had once said that only fools allowed lust to control their actions and had implied he appreciated that Severus had risen above that.

Bloody hell. He couldn’t keep this up. Hopefully the show had been long enough. He pulled out of Potter’s arse and, with a hand pressed into his taint, his other working over his cock, he non-verbally cast, Sacrium and his cum spattered over the pale skin of the boy’s back. He shuddered, pretending to have orgasmed. He’d finished. It was over.

Cleaning the blood off his prick, he tucked it back in his robes, fastened himself up, and stood. He freed Potter from his bonds and fetched his cloak, restoring it and returning it to his shoulders as he walked to stand before the Dark Lord, and, summoning his courage, raised his head.

The Dark Lord wore an undisguised smile without any trace of disappointment, Avery glared at Severus, and Yaxley looked down his nose, his lips twisted with revulsion.

Fuck you, Yaxley. This wasn’t my idea.

"Wonderful," said the Dark Lord. "I’ll be eager to see what you have to give me next."

Severus doubted he could ever repair his relationship with Potter, but he had to try. "I’m delighted you enjoyed the display, my Lord." He bowed.

The Dark Lord waved to the others to follow him as he left.

Potter remained on the mattress, unmoving, the red stain beneath his legs slowly growing.

Merlin, he’d done that. He’d raped a student. He’d assaulted a child.

No. This was no time to get emotional, he had to focus. He needed to do everything in his power to repair what had just been done. How could they ever return things to the tentative camaraderie that had been building between them? If Potter hadn’t hated him before, he certainly did now.

One thing at a time. First, he had to heal him.

Severus approached him, expecting to be attacked. He didn’t care if Potter hurt him. He knew he deserved it. When Potter didn’t object to being pulled to his feet, Severus walked him back to his cage. It wasn’t until Potter stumbled near the stairs and Severus glanced down, seeing the trail of blood, that he realised how much the boy must hurt.

"Mobilicorpus." He floated him down the stairs, into the bathtub. There, he released the spell and opened the taps, placing Potter’s head at the foot of the tub so that the water wouldn’t fall in his face.

The green eyes stared unblinkingly forward as Potter snatched the soap from its resting place and scrubbed himself as if he thought he could wash away his skin.

When most of the blood had been washed away and Severus was certain that the only injuries Potter had sustained were to his arse, he turned off the water, placed a towel on the edge of the tub and left the room for the library. He fetched Billy Budd and placed it on Potter’s bed before he returned to the bathroom. Inside, he placed a vial on the edge of the tub before moving outside of Potter’s range. "A painkiller and a sleeping potion."

Potter snatched it up and flung it into the wall, shattering it. "FUCK YOU, YOU ARSEHOLE! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Severus did not doubt that, if Potter had had a wand, he would’ve cast the Killing Curse that instant. Gently, slowly, he opened the cabinet and removed an analgesic and a sleeping potion. He floated them over to Potter, saying, "At least take the one on the right, the painkiller. There is no need for you to be in pain, and I don't want to have to force you." I never wanted to force you.

"YOU ALREADY DID, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Potter threw the potions at the wall and Severus caught them with magic.

For the first time since Potter had entered the prison, he burst into tears. They weren’t anything like the whiny, self-indulgent tears Severus had always expected to see from Potter. He himself had cried Potter’s tears on the night when he’d heard of Lily’s murder; the night he’d learnt there were some things worse than death.

Potter would never willingly take a potion from Severus’s hand, yet he needed to sleep. To heal. "Immobulus."

Potter fell back like a rag doll and Severus had to quickly transform the tub to a more forgiving surface to protect him from harm. He force-fed him the potions, then returned him to his cage, freeing him from the spell as he walked away.

He walked up to his room, picked up his chair and threw it into the wall so hard, it shattered. He tore off his clothes and took a shower, scrubbing himself down as hard as he could until he tore open skin on his arm.

When he was dry, dressed, and certain he was alone, he repaired his chair, poured the strongest drink he had, and pulled out Albus’s portrait.

As soon as he saw Albus’s robes in the corner of his eye, he said, "I raped him." With shaking hands, he took a drink, his gaze firmly fixed on the wall.

After several heavy minutes, Albus quietly said, "I’m sure you did what you thought was necessary."

He’d expected condemnation, not absolution. It was sick. How could Albus possibly forgive him? "He should be in Hogwarts right now. He’s a child. He’s her son."

"I know, Severus," said Albus gently. "I know. I assume Avery tried to hurt him?"

Miserably, Severus nodded. How could he have been so blind. He’d seen Avery’s thirst for rape. Why had he ever assumed that only females would be the target of that sick lechery? He quaffed the rest of his drink and refilled his glass.

"You had no way of knowing his intentions."

"I let Malfoy and Avery get to me." Potter had known, somehow. Avery had said something. Why hadn’t Potter said anything? That stupid, stupid boy. If Severus had had any idea Avery had planned to rape Potter, he could have made certain that Avery would have never been given the opportunity.

"This isn’t your fault. If you had known, you would have never given Avery the chance."

"I did it, Albus." Potter made a noise like a wounded, dying animal. "I did it. I-" His breath caught in his throat, his chest tight. He had to remember how to breathe.

"Severus, as difficult as this is for you, Harry needs you to help him through this, especially now. You need to focus on aiding him."

Severus sighed. Albus was right. He needed to focus on what could be done now, although at the moment, he couldn’t imagine a single thing he could do. "He won’t want me near him."

"I know, but you’re the only one he has at the moment. No one else has the skill or the knowledge necessary to keep him alive."

"Alive-" Severus choked on the word around his drink.

"Yes," said Albus sharply. "I do not intend to dismiss what has happened to him, but he lives and whilst he lives, there’s hope."

Severus allowed himself a glance at the portrait. "You do realise he must die, Albus."

Albus met his gaze with caring eyes. "There is a chance he could live. He’d want to live. He’s strong. He’ll find his way back from this as long as you help him. Don’t give up on him, Severus."

Potter would find his way to Severus’s doorstep with a knife in hand. Still, Severus had never expected to live long. He planned for it, but he’d seen too much to expect it. He finished his drink and popped one of the analgesics in his upper arm to leave him as comfortably numb as he dared to be. His eyes turned back to the wall, he let Albus talk and remind him of how far they’d come in such a short time. Potter had trusted him. Potter had rushed to his defence. They couldn’t abandon him or the plan now. So much needed to be done. Potter needed him as an ally. No matter how slim the chance that Potter would live, he had to do his best to make sure it remained a possibility.

Someone Portkeyed into the lab and he shoved the portrait into his robes and headed to greet his visitor.

Avery was standing in the lab and Severus’s already queasy stomach jumped. He didn’t want to deal with this now. He couldn’t.

"How could you?"

How could you?

No, he had to stay calm, not fly over there and brawl with Avery like a common street hooligan. This was his lab. If he let his anger burst out now, he’d destroy it. He’d destroy everything. Calm. He popped open one of the minor calming potions hidden in his leg, marched down the steps and turned to face his former friend. His body was shaking so hard, he could barely get out the words. "I gave you a list explicitly explaining what you were allowed to do to him. He is mine, Avery. You had no right to try to take him from me!"

Avery sputtered. "You said that you didn’t want him!"

"I couldn’t say I did in front of him!"

"He was unconscious."

Stay calm. "You don’t know that."

"Bloody hell, Severus, that was my reward and you know it!" Avery slammed his fist into the wall. "You let the Dark Lord shit all over me on my night. After what I did for you! Tell me what I’ve done wrong. I would expect this from one of the others, but not from you. You’ve always been better than that."

I am better than that! "If you had talked to me first, I would have managed it-"

"You revealed my condition to everyone."

"Because you didn’t ask permission! You ignored my list. He’s mine!"

"I shouldn’t have to ask permission for that from you."

There it was. The heart of the matter. Even though the Dark Lord himself had said that Severus was his most trusted follower, Avery thought he deserved Potter because of his accidental birthright. Severus couldn’t remember the last time Avery had made such a claim, but he knew that this time, there would be no turning back.

Calm. He clenched his hands so hard his palms bled.

Avery had to know, in no uncertain terms, this was the end of their friendship. Steeling his voice, he said, "I’ve accomplished enough of my own accord that I don’t require your name to lend credence to my successes. The Dark Lord’s high regard for my work further proves my self-sufficiency. Should you choose to end our friendship over this disagreement, I would not be the one who suffers."

"We’ll see about that!" Avery spun on his heel and marched up the stairs. As he reached the top, Lucius Apparated in. Avery paused, his hand on the wall, and shot a nasty grin at Severus. To Lucius, he said, "You might want to tell the Board that their Headmaster just raped a boy young enough to be a student."

I will kill you. He would torture Avery with every single hideous act Avery had ever been said to perform on another person. "Get out! Get out before I kill you!"

Avery vanished.

Smirking, Lucius slowly descended the stairs.

Calm. You need to stay calm. Severus turned away from him, pretending to examine his cauldrons for signs of tampering. He couldn’t risk hurting his lab. Revenge would come later. He would tear the world apart then, but now he needed to remain calm.

"My...." Lucius said when he reached the bottom, stepping onto the cobbled stones of the lab. "I suppose it will be necessary to conduct a full investigation into this matter. A man of your . . . tastes would surely not have just a single victim."

In the first half of the war, Lucius was said to have raped a Pureblood girl of seventeen who’d done nothing wrong other than openly dating a Muggle. Refusing to rise to the bait, Severus said, "If you have post for me, leave it on the table. I’m quite busy."

Sweeping into the room, Lucius placed the package on one of the worktables. "What do you suppose I’ll find in the memories of the students? Perhaps I should make an announcement in the Great Hall."

Stay calm and think. If he appeared to be ashamed of it or weakened by it, Lucius would make sure every single person in the wizarding world learned of it. Scornfully, Severus said, "Report whatever you like. The Dark Lord enjoyed the show."

Lucius’s face twisted in disgust and he said, "You will never set foot in Hogwarts ever again." He swept from the lab and Apparated away, apparently to inform everyone he could about Severus’s sexual proclivities.

These were not the last visitors Severus had that evening. Benjamin Young Portkeyed in with his regular report. Another youngster brought the latest developments from the other lab. Macnair arrived to deliver a message from the Dark Lord which read, "I look forward to your future shows. I am curious to see how quickly you will regain the boy’s trust even with this new development." The Dark Lord didn’t expect him to continuously rape Potter, did he? The thought of performing such an act for an audience composed of his worst critics on a regular basis made Severus want to be sick all over the floor. Macnair, apparently currently unaware of what Severus had done, drummed his fingers against the table as he waited for a response.

Severus retrieved a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote, "It is only a matter of time, my Lord."

Finally, just when Severus thought he had finished for the night, Narcissa appeared on the landing. She hurried down the steps, but paused before her foot touched the cobblestones of the lab.

"Is it true?" she asked, her voice a mixture of horror and concern.

He couldn’t afford to lose her, especially now that Lucius had greater weapons against him. Setting aside his clippings, he hurried to the front of his lab, so that she might see the earnestness of his expression. "Yes, but in these troubled times we are often forced to choose between what we desire and what must be done."

"No," she said firmly, her head lifting and her lips curling. "There are things for which there is no justification."

"I agree, but if the choice were between death and a lesser evil-"

"Is that what you would try to tell me?" She shook her head. "That you might need to rape my son in order to save his life? Had I known you harboured such disgusting proclivities, I would never have agreed to align myself with you in the first place."

He promised her, "I would never rape your son."

"You’ll never have the chance. I told my husband about our previous arrangement, and he agrees with me that we must do everything we can to be certain you are removed from your Hogwarts post." She turned around and marched up the stairs.

In desperation, he called after her, "I had no choice!"

"Don’t speak to me again." She Apparated away. She’d been his last decent ally.

He couldn’t brew with his hands shaking so much and his stomach churning. Instead, he chugged a calming potion and raided the liquor cabinet. He drank until he felt his senses start to slip away. Standing there, alone, the bottle clutched in his hands, he realised he hadn’t checked on Potter’s injuries since he’d attacked him.

Slowly but steadily, he made his way to Potter’s cage and crept inside. The boy had curled himself up tightly in his blankets, the sleeping potion keeping him unconscious.

As gently as he could, Severus started to unwrap him, only to notice a smear of dark red between his thighs. Blood.

Not wanting to look at the area he’d savagely abused, Severus fed Potter the healing potion orally before cleaning the area with a softly whispered spell.

He couldn’t brew in this state, so he put up wards and went to sleep.

Somehow, he managed to return to his routine the next day: wake, drink calming potions, prepare meals for the day, brew, send and receive morning post, brew, and research. He couldn’t stand watching Potter, so he only glanced at the ruined figure as much as absolutely necessary. Because of that, when he went to bring Potter lunch, the crumbled pieces of paper out in the hallway caught him by surprise.

He picked one of them up and smoothed it out.

Her myth book. Ruined. The first gift she’d ever given him, the only possession of hers he still had, destroyed. A thick buzzing filled his ears. He felt sick, dizzy. One minute he was standing outside the cage, the next he was inside of it, shaking Potter awake. "Do you have any idea what that book was worth?"

Potter blinked at him sleepily, a crooked smile curving his lips. "You deserved it."

Deserved it? Deserved it? Everything he’d done since her death had been for this stupid child. Everything! Severus yanked him up, ready to slam his face into one of the bed posts.

Tobias shoved mother into the door, where her head hit with a loud ‘crack’.

"Stop it!" Severus cried. "Let her go!"

He swore and threw Potter into the bed rather than the table. Potter flailed, kicking his pillow towards Severus. Severus snatched it up. He wanted to shove it over Potter’s face and suffocate him as Potter clawed in desperation at his face and arms. To stop himself, he threw it.

He was trembling, his fingers shaking so hard he fumbled with his wand. He would kill him. He would tear him to pieces. He would make him scream in pain. Potter blinked at him with drugged eyes as Severus screamed, "Avada Kedavra!" and slashed his wand wildly.

An explosion of plastic and water drenched them both. A burnt smudge in the wall indicated where the sink had been.

He grabbed Potter and roughly pulled him to his knees, staring into the boy’s terrified eyes. Through clenched teeth, he said, "When you die, I will enjoy it."

He pushed him back on the bed, repaired the sink, and cleaned the room.

Potter mumbled something with lots of expletives into his sheets. His eyes closed, the sleeping potion still heavy in his system. Severus pried open his eyes, cast Obliviate and punched the bed rather than Potter’s face. He marched from the room to the library.

There he caught his breath and punched the side of a bookshelf. It wasn’t enough. He needed to destroy something. He smashed his right fist over and over into the wood, harder and harder. His fingers cracked with the wood, blood splattering everywhere. The pain multiplied, overwhelming everything with a fierce, honed sting Focusing on it, he clutched his throbbing hand and leant against the shelves, letting the wood dig into his side.

I can’t live like this. I can’t.

Splaying his fingers, he gritted his teeth and snapped each bone back into place. Nausea rolled over him, so thick he could taste it. He forced it back down and headed upstairs, popping open a healing capsule as he went.

He needed to speak to Albus and see what could be done to hurry things along. This needed to be ended, now.

If it didn’t end soon, he would kill Potter himself.

I actually found this version harder to 'experience' than Harry's, which surprised me a bit, even though I knew Severus felt this way when I wrote Harry's version. Please review!
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