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Corruption Of Innocence	By : mrsrickman Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 20

The Attack

Severus left the room with it's disarray deciding to sort it all out in the morning. He couldn't bare to face it all this afternoon. Why hadn't he made those god dammed children scrub the place. He supposed that there was still time if he ran after them, but then he'd look stupid so he slammed the door closed, locked it and left.

He'd get one of the house elves to sort it all out, he decided as he slowly wandered up the warn stone steps. There was no way he was going to waste his time, do hack ack in, in the process if he did it. He wouldn�t never stoop that low. That was what minors, like the house elves were for, to do all the chores.

He smiled coldly.

Severus stopped when he reached the top and came to a deserted alcove something made him turn. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled and an awareness slowly unfolded in his mind and body that wasn't a pleasant sensation.

There was a man's voice, like a hiss, similar to...

Shit, was his first thought. He felt an icy chill slide down his spine. Something intangible but clammy and stinging took hold of his throat forcing his breathing to shudder slightly. His tongue went lank, his mouth seemed to dry up from lack of saliva and then his eyes widened.

He couldn't move.

Lorsekruker stood there looking mighty pleased, mighty intimidating. The two men together would have sent the entire first year students running away screaming if they saw the look on Severus Snape and Dionysius Lorsekruker's faces.

The potions master quickly withdrew his wand from his robes, but too late, a cold hand grasped his neck. Severus' reflexes were slow from the surprised attack, but he managed to wiggle himself free from those damning fingers.

"We meet again Snape," came the hissing voice.

"Why aren't you dead?" Spat Severus.

"I saw from your little outburst in the staff room that you remember me. How nice. How touching. I of cause never forgot you."

"You should be in Azkaban."

"And you. You were a Death Eater too you know. Or had you forgotten?"

"I never forget."

"Dumbledore is so weak at heart to let you stay here."

"Why are you here?" The other man ignored Severus' question. To him it was obvious. Lorsekruker simply wasn't at the school because of employment, there was something more too it than that. It gave him the chills. Something told him that he was the reason for Lorsekruker's return.

"Easily forgiving." The elder man went on."

"You are a dead man, Lorsekruker." The potions master's voice was calm and silky dangerous. "You don't have a chance in hell before you are recognised." He frowned. "Why aren't you dead?� snapped the professor venomously and tossed his raven hair back. �All the others-"

"Escaped the down fall. Made it out of the country. Only now after all that time I could actually come home without any questions asked. I see that you are very much alive and well," "How is your little tart by the way?"

Severus spun around, flexing his fingers. This time it was his turn to reach out and grab at the other man's throat, but his fingers were pushed away with deft magic. Rage consumed him, he could feel himself shaking with the vehemence. He found himself almost growling into a scream. Lorsekruker was left of balance for a moment and gazed with shock. It was quickly replaced with an evil grin.

"Is she a good lay?"

"You..."

"Now, now, Severus. Not in a school."

"You never answered my question Lorsekruker?"

"And you never answered mine. I may take her. As you know I always take that which I call mine. Severus raised his wand, but with a keen Death Eaters skill his arm was twisted behind him painfully, the wand jerked out of his hand and snapped into two before his very eyes.

That did it. Severus lunged. Intending to take out Lorsekruker's throat with his bare hands. Instead something was prodded against his chest.

Lorsekruker's own wand.

"Where is your classroom?"

Severus growled.

"Where is your classroom?" He repeated again.

"Kindly remove your wand from me."

"And If I don't?" Severus' mouth twitched.

"I will be forced to kill you." The other man's head fell back and he shook with laughter.

"You, you silly little prick. You couldn't hurt a fly. You don't have one gram of stamina in that pathetic body of yours."

"You underestimate me Lorsekruker."

"Severus contemplated his choices. He could knee Lorsekruker in the genitals and hopefully make a quick exit or try and grab the wand. His first choice seemed some what futile.

Even if he successfully kicked the other man in the testicles it still left a pretty small margin or error on his part. Lorsekruker could still pin him down despite the pain, despite his age the man was still surprisingly agile.

One thing remained. He still had the wand. That left Severus to retrieve the device and if that failed who knew what would happen.

He could let his pride and dignity go to the wolves, or to the werewolves, he thought, and head his former master in the stomach, shove him against the wall and grapple with him until Lorsekruker weakened enough to either drop dead, drop the wand or pass out.

Non of those choices seemed much of value, especially since the potions master was already weakened by an upset stomach, fatigue and now a roaring headache, not to mention the constant stabbing and jabbing of Lorsekruker's wand on his chest.

With only one logical option left open to him, Severus foolishly reached out, grabbing with all his strength at the narrow wooden rod. Instead of getting a good grip his hands pulled away in sudden reflex. He heard the sound of hissing and his nostrils detected the scent of scorched flesh. Severus looked down at his hands. Immediately the pain registered in his brain. His palms were red and shiny, small blisters began to pucker the raw exposed skin.

Severus growled venom. A small puff of smoke was expelled from the wand.

"Can't do much now can you?" Lorsekruker laughed. "Stupid twerp."

Pure hate shone through the blackening orbs of his eyes. Severus gritted his teeth, muttering dangerous dark oaths under his breath.

If only he had thought it sooner, he could have disabled the assailant with words, but incantations alone were futile. He needed the power and control of his wand to filter his inner magic through.

At that moment he wished he was one of the gifted few who could cast spells without the need and guidance of a wand to focus his magic energy through.

�Where is your bloody classroom?" Repeated the other man. Severus stood rooted to the spot and only moved when a small painless burst of electrical efficacy hit. "Just to prove that I'm not afraid to use this on you. Where is it?"

"Up there," he said begrudgingly and pointed at the staircase leading into a blique, darkly lit corridor.

"Well? What are you standing there for? Move." Severus turned around and instantly regretted it. The wand immediately stabbed into the small of his back. "MOVE," ordered Lorsekruker. The point of the instrument jabbed a bit harder. The professor shuddered despite himself and he was pressed up the stairs and back along the corridor he had exited moments before.

"Just to reassure you that my promise is sincere..."A puff of green smoke was expelled from the wand and hit Severus fully in the chest. A sharp pain twisted through his heart sending fingers of contracting agony, squeezing him from inside his ribcage. Severus doubled over.

Gradually the pain subsided and he became aware of Lorsekruker's eyes.

Taya and the headmaster bustled up the moving spiral staircase in impetuous speed and entered into the privacy of the circular office.

"Do sit down."

"I'd rather stand," she said excitedly. "Besides we don't have much time. I think." Taya squirmed slightly. Her mind, with every available thread of reasoning and patience was forcing her body to relax and not leap out of the room at any given moment like a mad woman.

"What is it? Tell me?" Said the elderly man as he calmly strode over towards his desk with an air of sedate detachment.

"About the other day. You remember when we had the staff meeting and met the new caretaker, Sylvester...Sylvester..." She shifted from one foot to the other virtually hopping. Taya threw up her hands cursing Dumbledore's calmness, while desperately harnessing equanimity into herself.

"Cloppe,� added Dumbledore. "What about it or him?" The headmaster frowned slightly and slipped the half moon glasses up his nose a fraction. "Was Severus all right? I must say he didn't look well. I haven't seen him to talk about it. Has it got anything to do with Mr Cloppe, then?"

"Yes," Taya hissed angrily. "He's not Cloppe, Uncle Albus."

"What do you mean, Taya?" Dumbledore scratched his head.

"Couldn't you sense what was happening with that inner eye of yours?"

"No." He shook his head and looked a little nonplussed.

"It's Lorsekruker."

Dumbledore gasped. "Oh dearie me. Is...is Severus completely sure? Time can play horrible tricks on people."

"Yes he's sure as day."

"Then my dear..." Dumbledore pulled a surprisingly ornate silver birch wand from a draw in his desk. "We may this. It'll help direct more power if need be." The headmaster glided over towards Taya who was looking at the wand in confused interest. Quickly Dumbledore pulled his familiar one from out of his robes.

"This wand,� he held the other, the glowing silver instrument, up into the air, may be the only thing to save dear Severus."

"Is that an Ocuriam wand?"

"Indeed. Rare and very valuable. Been in my family for seven generations. Now, do you suppose that Lorsekruker will seek him out at any given opportunity?"

"Yes. I dare say if he's obsessed enough and from what I've seen...erm, heard he will," she replied.

"We must hurry then and find Lorsekruker before Severus He circled his wrist and flicked his regular wand back and forth muttering, "Anoculas Visirus, Dionysius Lorsekruker."

A puff of smoke vaporised into a small scene hovering in mid air. Taya covered her eyes and squeaked pitifully. She made a grab for Dumbledore's hand.

"Hurry,� she moaned. "He has him all ready. The dungeons."

The headmaster waved the wand through the image and it vanished. The headmaster turned towards the door. "Isn�t it quicker to use the fireplace?"

The headmaster felt a jolt of unfamiliar anger.

"No," he whispered sadly. "All fireplaces in Hogwarts are being refurbished due to some misfortunate accidents concerning the floo network. We'll have to go by foot."

"Open the door." Severus glared at him.

"You will never get away with this you know."

"Must I repeat my action Snape? Open the door."

The potions master stared with coal black eyes.

"Alohmora." The door slowly swung open. Lorsekruker pushed him inside the darkened room.

"Lumos," cried the elder man. Immediately the candles were alight and a soft eerie glow filled the empty class room. Something cold was probed against Severus' stomach. A crystal globe. He could even feel it's chill through his layered clothing.

He gazed down at it frowning.

"What?"

"More than a crystal ball my friend."

"I can see what it is."

"I've watched her and I've seen you. I wasn't too pleased."

"You you lying pervert-" He suddenly found himself pressed against the cold stone wall, his ears stinging from the sound of grating laughter.

"I repeat, I usually get what I want, Snape. I want you and..." Severus didn't notice the wand being raised before he completely collapsed. The words only registered afterwards. "Imobilus Totalus!"

Before he could even reach out to stop himself from falling his body had given way. His legs were flung up awkwardly. Rubbery paralysed arms slung out as if they weren't even attracted to his scapulas so he was unable to stop himself. He fell, sending a stool flying across the room and slamming against a locked cupboard. He himself hit the cold stone floor with such force that it collided with the base of his spi/P> /P>

Severus, without any conscious thought or warning yelped out as his coccyx impacted with the floor. His right shoulder twisted painfully backwards corresponding with the right shoulder blade as it cracked from the pressure of hitting the ground. He lay there, breathing hard, dangerously close to shock and all Lorsekruker did was laugh at him.

"Well, not so tough now are we?"

Severus didn't answer, he was to engrossed in the blinding agony that was tearing his nervous system to shreds. He couldn't move for the agony. He knew Lorsekruker had used the curse 'Imobilus Totalus' instead of the other, 'Petrificus Totalus' because it caused the most physical distress unlike the later which simply immobilised a person into a full body bind.

His head flopped back, eyes wide. They stared at the grinning lunatic baring over him. The professor wanted to scream for help, but even his tongue didn't work. It lulled back in his mouth. He was dangerously close to swallowing it.

"Cat go you tongue, Snape?" He cruelly chided him. �It's better like this,

�All hell will break loose if you screech your head off." Weakly theionsions master reached out his burnt hand in a futile attempt to push the other man away. Lorsekruker laughed at him coldly. "You wont be able to do much now, Snape. I've made fast work of that." Severus coughed. "This seems all to familiar doesn't it?"

Lorsekruker turned around inspecting the room wiis eis eyes. "This is where you teach? Poor little bastards." He shook his head and ignored the damning rage in the professor's dark eyes and the sound of raspy breathing. "And it's been...oh, twenty four years exact to this day, Snape, since you slipped quietly away. And now-"

Severus was choking, gasping for air. His face had turned a deep shade of purple. His dark eyes previously adulterated with hate were now wide with fear. Spluttering he once again desperately reached out. Lorsekruker sighed and finally raised his wand.

"Shame I can't leave you like this. Silence is a welcoming commodity, Severus. Unfortunately your abrupt death wont help me get any satisfaction." He waved his wand at Severus' mouth. "Resumaus."

Before the potions master could cry out a hand was slapped against his mouth. Obviously Lorsekruker had another idea to keep him silent.

"You owe me a lot of debts Snape. Tearing off like that. You disowned us. Turned your back on Lord Voldemort and now you shall pay unduly."

He made a sound that resembled, You're mad.

"Silence Mudblood," Lorsekruker hissed. Severus managed to just about move his head to one side and look at the other ma the the eye. A hand roughly brought his head back until Severus' eyes were fixed directly at the wooden beams on the high ceiling.

Suddenly there was yelling, evidently Lorsekruker, a burst of brilliant yellow light. Professor Snape moved his head, a sweep of maddening pain shot down his spine and he passed out, not noticing that his attacker was unconscious on the floor and his saviours rushing over to him.
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