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Altered Minds COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31796 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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thank you to everyone following this story.. i'm realizing it's a bit of acquired taste.. i really wanted to write something darker that my usual stories. I hope if you stick around for the journey that you'll enjoy it ;)

warnings m/m/m cock plugs

latin translation - vident apud oculis vestris - see with your eyes

The psychiatrist at St Mungo’s was a grey looking man, serious eyes and a sharp suit. Harry sat opposite his desk, picking at a piece of thread he had noticed had come unpicked on his tee shirt. Dr Breakwell regarded him with clinical eye, his voice emotionless as he asked the question Harry had been dreading.

“So, Mr Potter, tell me about your dreams?” he shuffled some papers on his desk, his gaze never leaving Harry, “How do they make you feel?”

Harry almost laughed at the ridiculous question, the annoyance in his voice evident.

“How do you think I feel, I’m stuck in someone’s body and they killed someone while I was watching!”

“Mr Potter, these figments are purely dreams,” he looked at his papers again, Harry felt the overwhelming desire to grab them and see what secrets they held, “Tell me why do you think you dreamt about Tom Riddle?”

“Isn’t it your job to figure that out.” the disdain in his own voice surprising even to Harry. The grey haired man showed no reaction to his reply, maddenly shuffling the papers.

“Do you feel that the its possible you’re missing the connection to Voldemort in some way,” the doctor held up his hand to stop Harry from shouting out, “You’re mind is in turmoil over the events of the war, maybe you feel a loss now that he is defeated?”

The silence that followed the statement was deafening, Harry merely stared at the man in disbelief, his voice rising by an octave for every word as he gave his opinion.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, that I miss him!!”

Dr Breakwell seemed unsurprised by the outburst, a reassuring smile on his face as he gestured for Harry to sit back, Harry hadn’t been aware of leaving his seat felt suddenly confused and flustered by the whole situation.

“Harry, you’re dreams?”

“They frighten me, I ..” Harry looked at the man, scared to admit what he really thought, taking a deep breath he continued, “Not just frighten me but they..”

“Arouse you?” the doctor added helpfully, Harry didn’t know whether to be grateful that he understood or mortified at having to admit the fact. He nodded, face flaming with embarrassment and apprehension at what the doctor would think of him.

“What element would you say is the most arousing?” the question threw Harry for a second, racking his brains for the answer, heart racing when he found it.

“It’s not just the sex, it’s having power over someone.” His gaze incapable of meeting the intrigued Doctor’s.

“May I ask if you’re gay?”

“No!” Harry spluttered with indignation. The knowing smile gracing the doctor’s face was infuriating.

“But you’ve admitted that the sexual component of your dreams arouses you, the dreams are of intercourse between men?”

Bewildered and feeling a little bit trapped by the question, Harry looked away from the man. The doctor’s voice was calm and soothing as he asked the question again.

“I don’t know, I thought I liked girls,” Harry searched for the right words to explain, “I mean I’ve never had much time to think about it, the only person I’ve been with is Ginny.”

“What is the relationship like?”

“You mean the sex?” the doctor nodded, Harry was unsure of what to say.

“I love Ginny!”

“Harry, I’m not implying that you don’t love Miss Weasley.”

“The sex was ok, the handful of times we’ve done it have been rushed, there’s no privacy at the Burrow,” Harry explained, the doctor made no comment, “She seemed to enjoy it.”

“What about you, did you enjoy it?”

“Of course, I mean it was different but it was ok.”

“Ok?, you’ve used that word before, this is the only person you’ve slept with,” the doctor gave a Harry a gentle smile, “A woman that you love and the sex was merely ok?”

Harry couldn’t speak, images of the times he’s slept with Ginny flashed through his head, stolen moments of mad fumbling. The prospect of being caught fuelling his arousal, then the images of Mrs Weasley allowing them to now share a bed, the war over and the woman encouraging their relationship. The moment they had been given permission and Harry no longer had to sneak around, he couldn’t perform.

“Am I gay?” Harry whispered, frightened to say the words out loud. The doctor shook his head, eyes filled with understanding.

“Not necessarily, lots of men have fantasies that involve the same sex,” he looked at Harry with a knowledgeable gaze, “You’re inability to perform maybe be linked to stress or trauma from the final battle.”

“You think I’m going crazy?” Harry voice shaking, his mind in turmoil.

“Of course not, you’ve been through a lot in your life, Harry,” the doctor offered him a smile, Harry found he hadn’t the energy to try and return it, “You say that the dreams are through someone else’s eyes?”

“Tom Riddle’s eyes, I had no idea he was gay.”

“Harry, they’re dreams, you speak as though they were real.”

The words sparked a feeling in Harry, thoughts now certain about his first reaction to the dreams

“Shit! They’re memories!” Harry burst out, the doctor jumped at his reaction, face surprised.

“I hardly believe that you are experiencing memories from someone who is dead?”

“What if when Voldemort died, a piece stayed in me?” Harry frantic, the idea had taken hold and he was determined to prove it right or wrong. Getting up out of his chair, pacing back and forth, full of agitation, Dr Breakwell seemed nervous by the change in Harry’s behaviour.

“Harry, please sit down,” Harry looked at him with wild eyes, the doctor gestured with a kind smile, Harry huffed as he flopped into the chair, “I will prove to you that these are just dreams, how do you feel about hypnosis?”

“you want to put me in a trance?” Harry’s voice filled with scepticism.

“If they’re dreams, then they should be easily manipulated while you are under, you say you have no control when in the dream?” Harry nodded.

“I need you to relax for me,” Harry nearly shouted out when the chair tipped back, stretching Harry out, a small blue orb appeared in his eye line, “Look at the orb, see the colours?”

Harry stared at the ball of light, the blue pulsing in various shades, he answered and the doctor continued, his voice monotone and quiet.

“Listen to my voice, look at the colours and relax your body,” Harry relaxed into the chair, “Good, all tension will leave your body, you will enter a deep relaxed sleep, you will hear my voice and answer me, ok?”

“Yes.” Harry found his voice seemed faraway and dreamy.

“Close your eyes, when you open them you will be in a dream, stay relaxed you will not be upset by anything you witness, ok?”

“Yes.”

“Open your eyes.”

The bedroom was warm, candlelight bathing everything with its romantic glow. The view was anything but romantic, a blond strapped to the bed, Harry could not see his face properly but could tell that it was not the one from his previous dreams.

“What can you see?” the doctor voice disembodied in the room.

“A blond man strapped to a bed.”

“The same one from your dreams?”

“No, this one’s different, stockier and taller, I can’t see their face.”

Harry tried to move, frustrated when he couldn’t, eyes viewing only whatever the man he was inside was looking at, Harry sighing with annoyance.

“I can’t move!”

“Relax, tell your dream body to move and it will.”

Harry concentrated hard on his muscles manoeuvring the body, nothing happened. His alter ego moved closer to the bed of its own accord, the trussed up blond coming into view. Firm creamy white skin, quivering thighs spread open, the pucker exposed for perusal. The muscle on the taut stomach tensing as the man ran a fingertip along the inside of his thigh.

“I can’t move, its not me!” Harry struggled to get his breath, feeling light headed. The combined frustration and arousal making him dizzy, the doctors calm voice echoed into the room. A gasp escaping at the sight of the blond’ wide excited eyes.

“Fuck! its Lucius!” Harry shouted out, his heart skipping a beat at the vision of the aroused blond spread out for him to take, his cock firmed instantly.

“Lucius Malfoy? The man who turned out to also be a spy for the light?”

Harry grunted, still stunned himself that during the final battle, Lucius fought against his fellow death eaters, penseive testimonies proved he and Severus had been working as double agents the entire time. The last he had heard from someone at the ministry was that Lucius and Severus were staying at the Manor, Draco was in France with his mother.

Lucius bucked, his legs pulling at the manacles, Harry gasped at the feel of his fingers sliding deep into the blond, the twitching muscle grasping at his fingers. Harry’s cock twitched, eager to push inside the moaning blond.

“Harry? Tell me what is happening?”

“Oh Merlin, I want to fuck him, Tom.. I mean we’re on top of him!” The joint feelings from himself and Tom were making Harry light-headed. His fingers pulled from the moist heat of Lucius’ entrance, the head of his cock taking their place.

“Harry, listen to my voice, I’m going to say a incantation, when I complete it you will be able to remove yourself from Tom, ok?” the doctor paused waiting for Harry to reply, he groaned his agreement, “ Vident apud oculis vestris.”

Harry felt a tug at his stomach like the wrench of a port key, stunned to find himself standing by the side of the bed. Tom Riddle fucking Lucius with slow deep thrusts, Harry shocked at the changes in the man’s appearance, the reflection that he had seen in his bathroom mirror was of a man at least 30 years younger than the man here. Lucius moaned, his cock twitching and pulled up straight with lust, Harry looked carefully at the blond, he looked about Harry’s age.

Movement caught his eyes, Harry’s heart skipping a beat to then thud loudly in his chest. Standing by the door, completely naked and slowly stroking in huge cock was a young Severus Snape. Tom looked up at him with dark fiery eyes, the potion master cautiously approached the bed. Lucius finally noticed the new addition in the room, his grey eyes flared with desire, Harry surmised that this was not a new experience for the men.

“Harry, what do you see?” the doctor’s voice breaking through the thrall that Harry had slipped into.

“Snape is here, Tom is fucking Lucius.”

“How does that make you feel?” Harry nearly laughed at the question, he looked down to regard his dripping shaft.

“Like I want to get in there and stick it any hole, is that what you want to hear!”

The doctor made no comment to Harry’s outburst, Harry, glad at having no more interruptions, his eager eyes focused ion the erotic display playing out in front of him. Severus feeding his cock into the parted wet looking lips of Lucius, Tom smiled and thrust into the groaning blond hard.

“That’s it, good boy take all of it, show me what a good little whore you are!” Tom’s voice deep and breathy with the exertion of his powerful thrusts.

Both Severus and Lucius moaned lustily, Tom’s words adding fuel to the burning lust already threatening to ignite the room. Harry found himself wrapping his trembling fingers around himself and slowly stroking along the quivering length. His fingers twisting around the head, gathering the pre-come that adorned the tip and using it to slick his strokes. Harry distracted by the vision of Severus’ slick cock sliding in and out of Lucius’ gasping mouth, the saliva dripping from the shaft. Lucius let out a pain filled gasp and Harry was astonished by the sight of Tom’s sliding a thin metal rod into the slit at the end of the blonds’ member.

“Harry, what’s wrong?”

For a moment, Harry could not answer, his mind shutting down and his cock spitting pre-come onto the floor below his feet. The shiny rod disappeared inch by inch inside the writhing blond, Severus leaned forward and licked a stripe along Lucius’ shaft, his tongue twirling around the rod and Tom’s fingers.

“They’re putting a rod down Lucius’ cock.”

“Oh, it’s called a cock plug or a sounding rod, they add a stimulus and prevent orgasm.” the doctors’ voice held a hint of excitement at the development, Harry had the feeling that the doctor may have had some personal experience with this equipment.

Harry decided to reserve his personal comment and walked closer to the bed, the scent of sex filling his nostrils. The slick sound of Tom’s cock sliding his shaft into Lucius filled Harry’s ears, the noise spurring on his own arousal. The rod inserted fully now, Severus still lapping delicately at the blonds’ plugged slit. His own cock deep in Lucius’ throat, the potion master’s hip moving forward in a jerky fashion, fucking the blond throat with short sharp thrusts.

Harry stroked his cock in time with the thrusts, edging even closer to the men. The urge to join in was now overwhelming, kneeling on the bed. Harry found himself staring down at the hypnotising vision of Tom’s wet cock sliding into the twitching ring of Lucius’ entrance, watching the muscle grasping as Tom’s cock was swallowed up by the undulating body beneath him.

“Fuck!” Harry shouted, his orgasm bursting forth. Severus echoed his sentiments, pushing deep into Lucius’ choking mouth, Harry watched the excess come pouring from the potion master dribbling down the blonds’ chin. Hot ribbons of his own come splashed across Lucius’ chest, the blond not feeling the warm fluid as Harry moaned and emptied himself.

A clap of hands and Harry sat up gasping in the doctor’s chair, the evidence of his orgasm cooling rapidly in his trousers. Mortified, he looked down at himself and muttered a cleaning charm. Dr Breakwell cleared his throat with a hint of embarrassment.

“I think that you may be right, Harry.” the doctor admitted begrudgingly. Harry felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders then concern set in.

“How do I deal with it!”

“I think that you will have to go and talk to the two surviving men from the memory,” the doctors face was sympathetic. Bewildered for a second, Harry was unsure of what the doctor was suggesting, the realization made his heart beat fast and his pulse race.

“No fucking way!”

“Harry, to understand these memories you have to talk to them.”

Harry shook his head with disbelief, looking anywhere but at the doctor, knowing that the man was probably right. He sighed with defeat and slumped in the chair.

“I’ll go and talk to them.” he muttered, the doctor smiled.

“Do you know where Severus and Lucius are?”

Heavy hearted, Harry nodded again, the prospect of going to speak to the two men filled his heart with dread.
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