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This fic is chugging along quite nicely. I am determined to finish it before Tuesday. I will be uploading multiple chapters today and possibly tomorrow. Stay posted!

This chapter is action; next involves some intense conversations. Hope it all makes sense. Writing quite frantically, here.

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UNLEASHED

by lordoberon

Chapter 18

He stiffened in his bow, but made no other move. He felt no fear, only sadness, that he couldn’t accomplish what he wanted to, that he couldn’t have loved Harry more.

“I would accept it, my lord, seeing as I would have no choice. I trust your judgment.”

The Dark Lord looked at Severus from his red, red eyes as Severus stood up straight. His laugh was high pitched and echoed in the dark room.

“My dear Severus, you retain some wisdom. However, you are inefficient at searching out Harry Potter. Why is this?”

Severus looked down at the Dark Lord’s robes. Sometimes the Dark Lord did not want the challenge of eyes on his. Besides, to look into those red eyes, of the one who had killed Lily…He kept his voice soft. “He is elusive yet, my lord. I swear I can find him.”

Voldemort glared at Severus. “It seems your word is not as trustworthy as it used to be. Crucio!”

As Severus writhed in pain on the floor, Voldemort hissed out, “Next time, Severus, there will be no more chances! FIND HIM! BRING HIM TO ME!”

After he had been thoroughly tortured and was just hanging on, with pain all he knew, Voldemort left the room and Nagini slithered after him.

Severus waited, as he always did, for some semblance of life to return to him. He pulled himself up, and buried himself in a dark corner of the room where no could see. There, he healed his wounds as best he could with shaking limbs and blood streaming everywhere. He cringed and wiped his mouth.

Now he could apparate.

He did so, and after checking that no one had followed him, he stormed onto Hogwarts grounds and up to the Headmaster’s office. There, Minerva sat at the chair behind the desk. She stood up when Severus came through the door.

“Severus!! What is wrong? You look as white as a sheet! There’s blood on you! Let me -”

“No.” He found his voice was awful, raspy and low. He cleared it, and spoke again. “No. There is no time. Harry is in trouble. The Dark Lord wants him. If I do not find him, he will kill me. The secret mission that Dumbledore put Harry on…it is not being completed, while Harry is possessed by the demons. If he does not begin, then it may be too late. I can only go so long pretending that I cannot find Harry Potter for the Dark Lord. Something must be done. Immediately.”

Minerva’s voice was firm. “Well then, Severus, we must free him of the demons. He must set out on whatever mission Dumbledore put him up to. Will he need his friends for it?”

Severus nodded. “Most assuredly. Please summon them and ready them with whatever supplies they may need, as quickly as possible. Give them all access to the Hogwarts library. Then, send them to me. Lupin and I will force the demons out of Harry, as fast and as safely as possible. Tomorrow, I will report to you at high noon.”

He rushed home then, and as soon as he entered the door Lupin stood up when he saw his face. “What is it? You were gone for so long.”

“Give me a moment.”

He went down to his lab then, and found that the blood mixture was hot as it should be. He turned off the heated container, and carried the bottle very carefully up to his room, where he placed it beneath his bedside table on its side.

When he returned to the sitting room, Harry sat on the couch, with an empty plate on the table in front of him. Lupin stood off to the side, nervous in that way he had – only his eyes darted around, but they were all over the place.

Severus decided to just let it all out. “I met with the Dark Lord. He seeks Harry, and implied that when next I return, I must have Harry with me. More importantly, if Harry does not begin his mission for Dumbledore soon, I fear that Voldemort will have time to recover or move what Harry will be looking for. I spoke with Minerva, and she is going to speak to Weasley and Granger so they can help Harry.”

“And the demons?” Lupin asked quietly.

“We must eradicate them.”

Harry stood up. Although he pointed no fingers, his anger was obviously meant for Severus. “LOOK!” He shouted. “JUST GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT! THIS IS STUPID! I don’t care if I have to do all that torture tons of times, let’s get it over with! Give them the blood! You didn’t even tell me that you were going to sacrifice yourself to the demons if they didn’t get what they want…and now Voldemort’s wanting to kill you, too? Bloody hell! Stop being such a damn martyr and just…finish it! Finish it! Or I’ll drink the dream potion myself and fight them there, in my head.”

There was a long pause after that. Finally, Lupin said, “He’s right, you know. We don’t want you to be in harm’s way, Severus. You are wanted, and you are needed. Look at how far you got with Harry and the demons. He sleeps fine now. He hasn’t had a violent possessed fit from them in weeks. We solved the Slytherin memory fiasco rather quickly, because of your quick thinking. Now we just need to clear them out of Harry…without hurting anyone involved.”

Severus closed his eyes and sat back on a chair. “Always the optimist, Lupin,” he scoffed. “This is not going to be easy. I do not want to hurt Harry…and…taking blood again and again as we did today, to do so successively? What would that do to him? I haven’t even had the chance to give him any blood back. He’s exhausted as it is. We need to ready him for his mission…but we also need time, otherwise he’ll be in such a state he won’t even be able to start.”

“I’m in the room, you know,” Harry snapped, “If there’s no other way to get blood out of me, then I can do another of these sessions tomorrow, and another the day after that. How much do they need?”

Severus felt suddenly so very weary. A headache was pulsing into him and he could tell it was going to be a bad one. “Three should be enough.”

Suddenly Harry softened. He went to stand by Severus’s chair and asked, “Did he hurt you?”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Don’t be naïve. Of course he did. I fixed it, as I always do. The blood is just leftover.”

He got up then, and said, “I’ll take it off in the bath.”

With that, he went to do so, and stayed there for far too long basking in the heat that soothed his aching body and mind and heart. Merlin it was nice.

When he returned downstairs, famished, Lupin left while he was busy snarfing down what he’d made. Finished, he washed up, and then picked up the top newspaper from a stack on the floor. It was good to keep up with the news, even if the Daily Prophet was corrupted these days.

He had read for a while, when his reading glasses began to slide down his nose. He pushed them back up, and they fell again.

Harry laughed. “That always happens to me. Hermione always complains about it. Er. Do you think I’ll get to see them soon? If not…I wrote them some letters. Could you get them to them?”

Severus nodded. He tried to return to his newspaper, but now he could not. Harry had invaded. He began to wonder, as he had before, exactly where Harry’s feeling lay with him. There was obviously lust there, but that was not enough for Severus. Had it been enough, he would have been with someone long ago, for surprisingly, a couple people had thrown themselves in his direction. What hogwash. He did not like people throwing themselves at him at all, especially when it was most likely a ruse to get his potions knowledge, potions books, or an essay for an academic journal out of him.

Fortunately it was rare. He had fended off those advances…why could he not fend off Harry? For the boy certainly needed fending off. Even now, he wriggled his toes within his trainers, and glanced up at Severus from his bad pretense at reading a psychology book.

When he caught Severus’s gaze, he said, “You called me Harry, you know. A couple times. You’re really slipping up.”

He smiled, and Severus almost smiled back but stopped himself in time. Harry wasn’t usually very observant, but he did seem to notice things about Severus. He quite liked that. And he was slipping up, Harry was right!

“I’ve been tired,” he drawled, “and busy. So shoot me.”

Harry abandoned all pretense of reading and put the book down. “Isn’t there anything we can do besides drink and read around here?”

Severus laughed. “Not in Spinner’s End, no.”

“Why is it called Spinner’s End?”

Continuing on the muggle phrases thread, he answered, “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

Harry laughed. “I’d fight it every second.”

Severus took a deep breath. He did not want to think about Harry dead. Seeing the look on his face, perhaps, Harry said quietly, “I keep shoving my foot in my mouth. Sorry.”

Severus almost said something about better uses for Harry’s mouth, and thought about things he’d like to shove in it, but he held himself back as he was so good at doing.

When he was silent, to his horror, it resulted in Harry getting up and sitting down next to Severus on the couch. He threw an arm over Severus’s shoulder in a cozy, familiar style and said, “C’mon. I’m bored.”

Severus sat up straighter, away from Harry’s arm. “I will not appeal to your baser senses, Mister Potter -”

“You already do without trying,” Harry whispered.

“Instead I will try to work on that brain matter within your skull. You’re a proficient chess player, perhaps? After all those games with Weasley?

Harry watched with interest as Severus took out the chessboard from its place stuffed between two books on a shelf. Ignoring Harry’s comment altogether, he set up the board piece by piece. But he thought about it. Harry Potter, attracted to him? The idea was still preposterous in his head.

Harry sat down across from him at the table eagerly, and said, “For every piece taken we tell the other person something about ourselves that they don’t know.”

Severus smirked. “Easy for me, difficult for you, since I’ve seen years of your life in your pensieve.”

At that, Harry grimaced, but he plowed on. “That’s fine. Let’s go.”

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Tonight Severus was wearing a button up white shirt with his black trousers. Harry found it very distracting, for Severus’s shirt could not hold itself together, it seemed – there was a hole on the left side, revealing a glimpse of Severus’s ribs, and the very top buttons were gone, which revealed a bit of collarbone, dark chest hair, and the curve of his neck.

But he tried to put it out of his mind and play chess.

After the first few moves, in which Harry realized quickly that Severus was an adept chess player, one of his pawns was taken away.

The older man looked at him expectantly, a smirk curling his mouth. That was distracting, too. Harry looked down at the floor and tried to think of something Severus didn’t know about him. Why was he still calling him Severus in his mind? Argh!

“Er…”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Hurry up, or the penalty will be that you have to tell two things.”

“Er…I…uh…don’t have a dragon tattoo like all those stupid rumors.”

Severus nodded. “Alright.”

They continued playing. Harry smirked when he got one of Severus’s rooks. He looked up.

The Potions Master looked very put out at having his piece taken. He frowned at Harry, and then said smoothly, “My very first potions lab was the one you’ve seen in my quarters at Hogwarts. Not really a lab at all.”

Okay. How was that very interesting? Harry frowned as Severus smirked. The man had picked a boring fact on purpose.

“I still hold that you’re maddening,” Harry growled. “Very.”

A bit later, suddenly, deeper in and cornered, Harry took two pawns. He laughed. “Yes!”

Severus cleared his throat. “Hmm. I never liked red hair, until I saw it on Lily. And…Professor Sinistra has tried to bag me.”

Harry gawped, and then laughed. “Sinistra?? Really!” Then he paused. “Well, I suppose she is a looker. Why didn’t you say yes?”

He was teasing. But the man became irate. “I didn’t say yes, Potter, because I was too busy watching your every move!”

He almost slammed his hands down on the chess board, and then quickly changed to gripping the edge of the table, instead. Sparks snapped from his wand. He looked away from Harry, having revealed too much.

Harry leaned across the board a little. “So. Why were you watching me? When?”

Severus growled low. “It is my job to watch you, Potter. For Dumbledore. As such, I keep an eye on you as much as possible.”

Nervousness heated Harry’s face, but at the same time, he liked hearing that. He knew the man had watched him in other ways, too. Why else would he respond so much to Harry’s advances? He felt - if those deep kisses told anything - that maybe Severus had watched him for a long time…It made a lump come in his throat. How deeply did Severus care for him? He wanted to know, and he wanted to respond. He needed to respond. It drove him mad that Severus kept pushing him away in every way possible.

“You like to watch me,” he ventured. “It’s not just a job.”

The man said no reply, but a twitch near his eye, and a tap of his fingertips, felt like a yes.

Harry wanted to kiss him, but he decided to resist. It would just get him pushed away again. Maybe talking was better.

“I don’t mind that you watch me,” he said quietly. “I’m not a big fan of attention, but from you…I like it. It means you care, even if you don’t want to show it. You’ve already slipped up enough that I know.”

The man looked up from his study of the floor, and anger flashed in his eyes as he returned Harry’s gaze. “You think you know everything, don’t you, Potter.”

He returned to the chess game with a vengeance, sneaking in past all of Harry’s careful defenses, and snagged a check.

He sat back lazily and said, “Check. Do I get a bonus for that?”

Harry was staring at the board intently. He said absentmindedly, “I…don’t know…What kind of bonus?”

“Hmm.”

Harry figured out his move, and then watched as Severus stroked his hand over his lips in that thoughtful way again.

“A bonus, let’s see…I must make you do something you don’t want to do. Difficult. Nothing seems quite bad enough…”

This was why everyone hated detention with Severus Snape. Nothing was ever bad enough.

“You could clean the house, I suppose. But then your nosy self would look everywhere. I could have you organize the book shelves.”

Harry winced inwardly. Organize the shelves? There were so many books! He tried to keep a pained expression on his face so it looked like he really hated the thought, as he suggested, “I could clean my room up.”

Severus laughed. “You are an awful liar. I can see you couldn’t care less about your room. Organize my shelves tomorrow morning before the blood session.”

Well. It wasn’t as bad as anything the Dursleys would have made him do. Harry nodded.

In the end, he was thoroughly beaten in chess, and when it was over he sighed, “Should I clean the whole house? Since I lost the game.”

Severus was grinning. “Gryffindors hate to lose. Bunch of complainers, all of you. I don’t want my whole house cleaned up. It’s fine as is. Instead, I would like you to help me categorize my greenhouse plants. It’s a project I’ve been putting off while you’re here. It needs work badly. Because it takes time and I’m always brewing something, I don’t get to pay it the attention it deserves.”

“Er…okay. I’ll help.” It sounded boring to Harry at first, but actually, Severus had all of his dangerous plants in there right? Plus, it would be a chance to talk to Severus, if they were going to do it together.

“Time for sleep now.”

The man got up, stretching, and Harry watched with burning lust and anger that he couldn’t just take what he wanted. The man’s long body arced back beautifully, and the lift of his arms made his shirt ride up and revealed the pale skin of his belly. Harry glimpsed dark tendrils of hair that sank behind the belt of his trousers. Mmm.

He reluctantly drifted off to bed, and lay there for far too long after, hard and wanting as his fantasies consumed him. When he finally did sleep, it was late.

In his dreams, he was pulled back and forth between Severus and a dark, faceless force that burned his eyes and burned in his nostrils and lungs with every breath he took. Then they both left, and his heart began to beat wildly, racing. He woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, with his heart accelerating so much he felt like it might burst out of his chest.

The dream potion! There was nothing else that could have been. He edged off of the bed, picked his way through a new mess to the door, and rushed up to Severus’s room.

There in front of it, with darkness all around, he wondered if this were such a good idea. Remus had said that the last time Severus did the dream potion he’d gotten badly burned, and had collapsed. Remus had healed him. Now, Severus had just done it again…and assumedly given the demons the first of three doses of Harry’s blood. What would happen to him this time around?

Harry couldn’t stand just waiting until the morning. He had to see if Severus was alright.

Slowly, he opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked. It creaked ominously, making him shiver despite himself. Too many horror movies on Halloweens alone while the Dursleys brought Dudley trick-or-treating made him overly wary now, Gryffindor or no.

He wished to everything that he had a wand on him, any wand.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward towards the bed.

Severus lay on the bed, coverless, with only a thin night robe on. When Harry came forward, his eyes darted to stare straight at Harry. He did not get up, and he did not speak. At first it seemed like all was normal. But then Harry looked at the rest of him…

His left arm lay limply at his side, separated from the shoulder socket. Blood poured onto the bed from it, soaking the white cloth a deep, ugly red. Three gouge marks went down the middle of his arm, through the Dark Mark, all the way to his wrist. His skin had been shredded in pieces from nearly the entire lower half of the arm, laying bare the pink of muscles and the white of bones. The Dark Mark laid, a blackened flap of skin, hanging on by a thread. The deeper layer of skin below it, however, had the very same Mark emblazoned on it.

“Call…Lupin,” Severus said hoarsely. “Please…”

Harry couldn’t choke out anything. He felt like he might throw up if he had to look a second longer at Severus’s ripped up arm. He fled downstairs, threw the floo powder in, and yelled out to the empty house, “REMUS! REMUS!”

A frazzled Tonks with a green bathrobe on and dark circles beneath her eyes came whirling into the room. “Harry! What’s going on?!”

“It’s Severus,” Harry said, “He’s wounded. I don’t know how to fix up something this bad…” He felt his stomach roil within him. “Where’s Remus?”

Tonks bit her lip. “Moon,” she said simply, and Harry watched her yank on a coat. A second later, she was in the sitting room with him. “Where is he?”

Harry led her up the stairs. There, they found Severus as he was. His eyes were closed now, and he barely opened them to look at Tonks.

“Harry, how long’s he been out? I…I can’t bring him like this to Madam Pomfrey…”

“I can floo her, from McGonagall! What’s the address?”

He left Tonks bent over Severus murmuring spells, and flooed the Headmistress of Hogwarts. She answered in a long night robe with a flowered bonnet on her head. It would have been funny except that Harry was desperate that Severus get help, and get it NOW! The image of Severus’s shredded arm kept flashing in his head and he couldn’t get it out. Oh Merlin…he felt like throwing up any second. Instead he explained it all, and by the time Madam Pomfrey shooed him and Tonks out of Severus’s room, a half hour had passed.

He sat on the couch heavily, and tried to stop his shaking.

Tonks flew in a cup of tea for each of them and sat down beside him. He drank his tea thirstily, gulping it down in seconds. She added more, and sipped hers slowly.

After a few moments of drinking in silence, Tonks put an arm around his shoulder. “I dunno what Severus is doing, Harry, but I know it’s dangerous, and I know it’s helping you. He’s very brave to do it, isn’t he? And…scraping off the Dark Mark like that…” She shivered.

Harry shook his head. “It wasn’t him,” he whispered. “I’ve been thinking. It wasn’t him. Why would he do that? He’s been a double agent for years…he wouldn’t jeopardize it now. It’s been useful for far too long. So it wasn’t him. Something else did that to him.”

Tonks stared. “Who?”

Harry shook his head. He couldn’t tell her. It was secret, after all, what was going on with him, possessing him. But he knew it instinctively somehow. The demons had tried to scrape that Dark Mark off of Severus. They had made him hurt himself like that.

He returned to bed, and barely slept the rest of the night. In the early morning, he woke up, and finished his pensieve work. He paused only at the end of his second year. He didn’t really want to go through this year so far…did he? With a sigh, he thought, maybe he should. Then Severus could go over all the demon things. Maybe he would even be able to see the moment that they had possessed him! Yes.

He stayed up, finished that, and then fell back into bed.

When the knocking came on his door, Harry had no idea what time it was. His body ached, and he had a crick in his neck. Groaning, he sat up, and glanced at the clock on the writing desk. Ten AM. He lifted himself up slowly and opened the door.

“Hmm?”

Severus stood in his usual plain muggle attire. A hint of bandage was visible poking from the sleeve of his jumper. When he saw Harry looking, he scowled and pulled the sleeve further down his wrist.

“I hope you’re ready to organize my books,” the man said, with a disdainful look at Harry’s disheveled state.

Harry laughed. It was good to see the man could recover so quickly. Thank Merlin for Madam Pomfrey! Instead of going to get freshened up, he lazed in the doorway, saying, “So. It was the demons, right? They ripped up your arm.”

Severus sighed heavily. He glared at Harry, and then looked away. “How did you know.”

Harry pulled his lip in with his teeth. “Well. You wouldn’t do it. We need Voldemort thinking you’re on his side, after all. So clearly it was them. But why?”

“Hmph.” Severus drew himself up and marched down towards the library. “Simple. They wanted to claim me, in case I dared to not give them what they wanted.”

Harry hung out of the doorway. “And? Did they take the blood? Are they happy with it?”

Severus stared at him across the hall. “Yes. They did, and they are. Except they want more tonight. We are going to give it to them. When you’re done with your promised duties, we are going to do another blood session. Do whatever you must to prepare yourself.”

“Wait!” Harry got the pensieve out, and carried out ever so carefully to place it in Severus’s hands. “There. I finished it.”

Severus stared down at him, surprise evident on his face. “You finished it. All of it?”

“Yeah. All of it. Up to…yesterday.”

Severus sighed. “Thank you. After the blood session, I promise I will let you sleep the rest of the day.”

He shut the door to the library, leaving Harry alone. Harry cleaned up and dressed as quickly as he could, and when he got downstairs he realized he had two unmatching socks on. Whoops. Oh well. He gobbled down breakfast, longing for Hogwarts pumpkin juice and treacle tarts. Then he went to stand in front of the book shelves.

He did not want to think of Severus’s ripped up arm. It only made him wish, even more strongly, that he could have fixed it himself. Why was he so useless with so many good spells? Cleaning spells, healing spells…he was absolute shite at them. Argh. Now that he wanted to, there was no time to study. Why hadn’t he studied these things better at Hogwarts when he had the chance? Hermione was right; he should have studied more. She always was right.

He drifted back to his memories of the library at Hogwarts and the library upstairs. The ones here were organized by subject, not author. Well, he supposed that was all that was left, then. He started in A.

Hours later, it felt, he finally found something interesting. Squished in a top corner of the shelf, between Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander and Magic in Song by Frilina Scassaring, was that very same drawing of himself playing quidditch alongside Severus’s notes.

Laughing, Harry took it out and looked at it. It was most definitely him; it had to be. It couldn’t be James, could it? The paper didn’t feel that old.

He carried the paper with him the stairs and into the library. Severus was not there. What? He returned downstairs, knowing that Severus had not walked through the sitting room to the kitchen, his bedroom, or outside.

Ah. He found Severus in the yard behind the house, pacing the stone walkway. Rose thorns scraped his cheeks and brambles caught on the ankles of his trousers, but he kept on pacing. He did not even seem to see Harry at all, and kept on pacing.

Harry stopped at the corner of the walkway, watching Severus’s back. What was the man mulling over in his mind now? He walked up to him and stopped, asking, “What are you thinking about?”

Immediately he found the hard tip of a wand poking into his throat. “Ouch!” He stepped back, glaring, and rubbed his throat.

“I am…sorry,” Severus murmured. “I thought you were a threat. Don’t come upon me so quickly like that.”

Harry rubbed his throat and swallowed. “Sorry. I guess I should’ve known not to do that. Um. What are you thinking about?”

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Next: drama, drama! conversations between Harry and Severus. More demon trouble. Then the start of the concluding events...
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