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Daunted Death	By : Secretness Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 5383 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: As everyone knows, I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Daunted Death
- 2-Vision
- 3-Unintended
- 4-Skinned
- 5-See-Through
- 6-Decisions
- 7-Reunion
- 8-Crazy
- 9-Insanity
- 10-Edge
- 11-Last
- 12-Calmness
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Big warning for this chapter.

He could hear chains rattling in the distance as he returned to the dungeon-like basement. A musty smell surrounded him, and he smiled, reawakening the monster below his naval.

Stupid Lucius! Why would he interrupt his master at this time?

The fact that Lucius, nor anyone else, knew what was going on never crossed Harry’s mind. The wretched man would pay later; right now Harry was busy. Heavy, pained breathing reached his ears, making him grin again. He loved doing this, especially to Severus. The man had such a high horse sometimes, with him it felt even better than usual to dominate someone in such a way.

He held out his pale, spidery hand clutched around his wand and lazily thought, Incendio!

First one, two, then three candles lit, illuminating the only other person in the room. Severus Snape, naked, suspended by rotting chains from the unseen ceiling, flinched away from the light. The red that streaked his pale, thin body glistened in the flickering flame just like the beaded sweat that arose from screaming and twisting. The metal cuffs cut deeply into his wrists, streaking blood all down his arms, and his forehead was sorely scraped from the unforgiving stone he had been pressed against. His muscles ached from tensing, jumping, and stretching so much. His toes, barely balanced, held most of his weight. Severus was painfully aware of the plastic, constricting ring that encircled the base of his penis. Throbbing ran through his veins from the thing inside his body that continuously forced more of his blood to run down the back of his legs again.

“My Severus, what do we have left to do?” Harry asked in amusement, his voice higher and colder than usual.

Severus took a labored breath and quickly gasped, “Everything, Master.”

Harry smiled. He reached out a finger and ran it down the others slick chest. Severus trembled against his will. The hand continued lower to his naval and further down. The long scratches starting at the plastic ring down to the head of his length were proof he had reason to be afraid. Harry waved his wand, and as Severus gasped through no pleasure at all, he was hard in Harry’s hand, blood dripping from the end. Pale fingers enclosed around him, and it was all Severus could do not to scream.

Minutes later he was turned around and smashed into the cold stone wall. Harry could see how tightly shut the other man’s eyes were as he tried to block everything out; Severus didn’t want to see the three candles, the rusty chains, the frigged, almost black stone, and especially not the unnatural skin that slid over his flesh.

Harry ran his hands lower and cupped the firm backside. Severus’ entire body shook in anticipation as the hands dipped lower between his legs.

An unnerving scream shot through the air.

Harry had ripped the spiky, flat, dark blue toy out of Severus. Blood free-flowed down the man’s legs. Harry was inescapably hard at the sight. He pressed up against his victim, wrapping his arms around and smothering his chest, unkindly squeezing his nipples until blood oozed out and streaked his skin. Harry fit himself first against Severus’ bleeding sac, relishing in the sting he knew that was flooding the other man’s body. Finally, as Severus knew what must come again for this to be over, Harry lined the head of his erection up against Severus’ entrance. Slowly he slid in only a little ways. He heard painful noises and knew Severus was fighting not to scream. Little pride though he had now, Severus would not give the monster that satisfaction.

To his horror Harry didn’t continue but pulled back out. He shut his eyes tight and took a deep breath. Harry embedded his entire penis in a single thrust. A scream ripped though the air so violently it made Harry quiver. God, he craved this. He needed this. Bella was good for a fix, but she always enjoyed it no matter what he did to her, but Severus, he hated it possibly more than anything else, which made it even more thrilling to order him to say he wanted and needed what his master did to him. Yet still even better was imagining the look on the old man’s face as he patched up his loyal Severus again. Faster and faster Harry pumped, jamming harshly into Severus’ prostate, making the prisoner wither and try to pull away, though the chains, stone wall, and sheer weakness of his body would never allow it. Bony hands wrapped around his forced erection and tugged at the cuts on his balls so he would squirm in pain. Harry jerked around purposely, sinking his teeth into Severus’ shoulder, sucking all the blood that rose to the surface. He pumped faster- harder, harder-faster to all of Severus’ gasps, struggles, and salty tears he could no longer hold back.

“Stop,” whispered Severus in a very unusually high voice, his head tilted up towards the chains, “Master, stop, please.”

He had been wonderful to his pride at first like all the other times, never struggling, crying, saying anything. No emotion what-so-ever crossed his face or body, but the remark his master made before speaking with Lucius weakened him greatly. Count in that with the humiliation, flashbacks, and pain he now felt, most people would be surprised his mind didn’t implode, especially after hours of this, starting hardly thirty minutes after Potter left him to think about gruesome memories and where Tobias might be now. It was all he could do not to bust out in full blown tears and beg, but Severus Snape always had some control if not all.

“What?” gasped Harry wanting him to plead and beg.

“Please stop, Master, please.”

The urgent note purposely put there set Harry off. He could feel it coming, coming....

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Harry rolled off his bed, wrapped in sheets and covered in sweat, and vomited again and again before a single thought branded his brain: he needed to get to Dumbledore; they had to save Snape.

Harry stumbled away from his four poster. It had a silencing charm on and around it on Dumbledore’s orders for moments such as this. He made it to the door, fell through it, and tumbled down the stairs. He got out of the common room as fast as possible to avoid the awakening Gryffindors coming in search of the noise he was creating. Getting to Dumbledore was the only thing Harry could think of, so he didn’t notice Mrs. Norris lurking in the shadows.

Holding himself up on the walls, he made his way down staircases and along corridors, barely conscious of where he was going. Out of nowhere, a crazed man jumped in front of him and grabbed Harry’s arm. He held so tight all Harry could do was weakly struggle and yell, Snape’s chained, crying figure swimming before him, making him vomit again.

“Let go! I have to find Dumbledore! Have to... Let go!”

“Not a chance,” Filch breathed, “I’ve finally got you, I do. You can’t talk your way out of this!”

“Filch!” Dumbledore’s voice called demandingly, “Let him alone. You have other matters to see to."

The outraged look on Filch’s face made it perfectly clear he wanted to ague, but Dumbledore was fierce at the moment, and even Filch knew not to push it. Grumbling as he went away, the caretaker left Harry to stumble towards his approaching teacher.

“Harry, since this seems important, please go to my office and wait for me there. I may be a while.”

Dumbledore was turning away!

“No!” Harry yelled, trembling all over, starting to feel the sting of tears, “Snape, he... he...”

“What did you see, Harry?” Dumbledore asked urgently, leaning over, putting a hand on each of Harry’s shoulders, and piercing his eyes with such a gaze.

For a moment Harry didn’t answer, then it poured out like a broken dam.

“He was raped! He was hanging from the ceiling and crying! He’s hurt bad, and weak. Go get him- heal him- do something!”

“He will be at the front gates where I will be waiting for him,” Harry was informed.

The old man turned again, but Harry lashed out and grabbed his arm.

“I want to go. I want to see him.”

The headmaster surveyed Harry for a moment, and then, deciding the poor boy couldn’t see anything worse than what he had already felt, nodded and swiftly resumed his path down to the Great Hall and through the double doors. The night was unusually dark, though to Harry everything seemed sinister at the moment. Dumbledore walked swiftly, but the look he had before (was it fear?) was gone. Harry was terrified. Soon the gates were not far from them. Harry picked up his pace, but Dumbledore threw out an arm to stop him.

“No further. I do not want you off the grounds.”

Obediently Harry stayed as Dumbledore moved forward to the gates. They were not made to wait long. A sporadic breeze ruffled Harry’s hair. Suddenly a single man appeared lying in the grass far off the path. He sounded like he was struggling with the urge to scream, his breathing severely labored. Quietly undoing the enchantments on the castle grounds and throwing one side of the gates open, Dumbledore rushed out and over to Snape. Unable to stand there and watch anyone in that kind of pain Harry dashed out and knelt beside his Potions’ Master. Severus’ eyes were partially open. He saw figures above him, but nothing registered. He couldn’t put a finger on the voices he was hearing, nor could he quite place where he was. All he knew was that he would do anything to make the pain stop, cool the fire that was pumped through his body by his own treacherous heart. Anything. He would have most welcomed death, but that would have been too quick. He didn’t deserve that kind of mercy.

Harry would have been thoroughly sick at his teacher’s appearance had he not been the very thing that thrashed him so. Blood shined and glittered in the moonlight from every part of Snape’s skin. Long, deep gashes streamed down his back, legs, and arms, and his neck was swollen and completely blue, brown, and purple. The entire form of the man shook violently, rubbing skinless wrists into dirt and glass.

“He was also poisoned,” Dumbledore told Harry, seemingly forgetting that he told Harry to stay back, “Help me.”

A white stretcher appeared on the ground. Harry picked up his teacher’s hands to try to keep them from rubbing anything. With a gentle wave of his wand, the headmaster rose Snape’s torso a full foot into the air. Harry scrambled to hold up Snape’s head and take pressure off his neck as the man’s body hung daftly. He moaned loudly in agony, just barely conscious. Slowly his body began to turn on its side. As he was lowered, Harry tucked in Snape’s arms and Dumbledore his legs. The stretcher softly rose into the air.

“Should I get Madam Pomfrey?” Harry asked, still trembling and nearly tripping over himself.

“No, no one must know of this.”

Soon they were walking further than Harry had ever gone before down the dungeon hall. They stopped far down at the end in front of a foreboding black door pressed into dark stones. Dumbledore pointed his wand at it. Bright green light appeared and gave the illusion it was sucked into Dumbledore’s wand. The door opened without a sound, and they rushed in. Nothing of the dark, circular surroundings registered with Harry as he followed Dumbledore through the only other door in the back a little off to the left. That entrance too was black. Beyond was what Harry assumed to be Snape’s bedchamber. As the stretcher paused, half on, half off the bed, again the main part of Snape’s body was lifted, and Harry tried to coordinate all the man’s dripping limbs so they weren’t anymore painful than necessary and carefully rest them on the bed. It didn’t take long for the clean white sheets to turn saturated red.

“Harry,” said Dumbledore, “I appreciate your help, but in the interest of Professor Snape I must ask you to wait by the fire."

Harry stared at him for a moment without even thinking before walking out the door. Dumbledore put a silencing charm on the entire room having just broken that enchantment, among others, from all the chambers, hoping that when Severus screamed no one else would hear.
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