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Unleashed	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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UNLEASHED

by lordoberon

Ch. 2

"Hmph." Severus nodded to the board and spelled the last instructions on it, barking out, "If you are all not present and still possessing your humanity, limbs, and dare we hope a shred of dignity when I return, it will be my pleasure to put you all in detention cleaning greenhouses for Professor Sprout for a week."

He eyed them all with one hard glance before leaving the room. As soon as he was a few feet away he asked, "You said it's Potter? What's going on?"

Freckles chugged to keep up with Severus' long strides, and was huffing and puffing. He was a little fat. "It's Potter, sir. He, uh...we were..."

Severus stopped abruptly to give the boy some breathing time. "Speak up, man. Get it out!"

"Uh, uh..." Freckles gasped and swallowed. "Potter. We were transfiguring exotic animals for class, sir, and suddenly a snake from Matilda's desk went to Potter's desk, and then another one, and then there were loads of 'em, sir, spilling in from all over the place, outside of the classroom! They surrounded Potter, crawling all over him – it was disgusting – and they were hissing and he was speaking to them and shouting and the Headmistress can't seem to stop it, and then Potter got really angry with the snakes and – and - "

Severus started his walk again, and this time it was faster. "Go on," he ordered.

Freckles said nothing. He just shook his head. "You'll see, sir."

'You'll see' was the vaguest, most irritating phrase that had ever been invented, Severus reflected. He was cutting corners now, bumping into students, but he didn't care. This was serious. He half-wished Freckles would leave and stop darting worried glances up at him, while at the same time he wished the boy would talk, to help prepare Severus for whatever he was going to see.

Potter had better not gotten himself into some huge mess!

Suddenly his progress was halted as a stream of students spilled past. There were tens of them, rushing by in big groups. He noticed that some of them had faces blackened with ash. Others had red, shiny burn wounds flaring on various body parts. One student rode by on a floating desk, and two Slytherins watched two chairs slam in the air over and over again.

"MINUS THIRTY HOUSE POINTS," Severus bellowed to the desk-rider, and struck the chairs down to the ground with one violent flick of his wand. With another, he whipped a quick spell backwards to hit one of the idle students with a swelling spell, giving her a moment of panic. Then he cast a quick finite incantatum. He already knew he was going to be gone from Hogwarts by the end of this year, why cause himself more trouble?

The classroom that he entered was chaos. The stink of burning flesh rose acrid into his nostrils. Wounded and coughing students wailed and groaned in pain on every side. Desks and chairs had been charred into ash. He hoped none of the ashes were students. Unless they had been particularly atrocious, that is.

He slammed into a table, swearing, and then bit his tongue in surprise as a ton of snakes fled from the other side and glided over his feet.

"Damn it." He lifted the neckline of his robes to cover his mouth and nose. The smoke was thicker the closer he got to the front of the classroom. "Where is Minerva?"

A quivery voice answered. "Here, Severus."

He looked. There, leaning up against her desk like it was helping her from falling, was Minerva. Her face was ashy, too, and her hat was lopsided. She was shaking.

Severus reached out, and then let his hand drop. "Are you wounded?"

"No, no..." She laughed a manic, stressed laugh. "Just tired. I don't know what to do with him, Severus, he exhibits power after power. How did Dumbledore ever keep up with him?"

"Hmph. He didn't. Minerva, what did he do?"

"I don't know, Severus." She coughed against an arm. "I don't know. It was an explosion. It was...well, it wasn't really him, I don't think."

"What on earth do you mean?"

She raised her eyebrows meaningfully.

Severus frowned. "What? The Dark Lord?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. I think the Order should meet. He's gone berserk on us, Severus. Maybe the stress was too much..."

"Let me handle it," Severus growled. "That's why you sent for me. Go back to your office. You shouldn't be teaching, anyway. You're headmistress now."

"Right." Minerva snorted. "What am I supposed to do? No one thinks Hogwarts is safe anymore, what with Dumbledore gone and with you…well…"

Severus grinned nastily, "My being questionable."

"Well…they just don't find us capable enough, obviously. They think Voldemort's going to attack Hogwarts at any second. I can't find us enough teachers, so…I took this upon myself. I wish we could have gotten Slughorn back so I could put you on Transfiguration, but he was too afraid."

The Headmistress sighed heavily. She looked behind her towards a corner on Severus' left. "I'm going now. Harry's over there in the corner – I...I tried to calm him…He only got angrier, and everything exploded in flames. No spells would stop them; they were unquenchable and just kept growing. I had to get students out and I was trying to stop him but nothing worked, and...There was a strange aura about him...like some sort of Dark Arts. But we already know who his biggest enemy is, and this doesn't seem his style, does it?"

"No." Severus let his wand slide easily from his sleeve into his hand. "Get out of here."

Minerva left with one reluctant backward glance.

Severus stayed silent and crept forward. Glass and book spines crackled underfoot as he stepped around the corner of Minerva's desk. When his boots hit stone floor, he walked a little more cautiously, slow and steady.

A distinctive head of dark hair was all he could see at first. Then he spelled the smoke away with a wave of his wand and stopped in the corner of the room.

Harry Potter sat against the stone wall. His head was bent down and he held his wand firmly in his right hand. His robes were tattered and burned, but he hadn't attended to his wounds. His black hair was wilder than Severus had ever seen, like a blizzard had just swept through it. He was tapping the heel of his palm against his thigh, as if he were…waiting for something. Or someone.

What disturbed Severus was the grin on Potter's face. He couldn't see the young man's eyes beyond that messy fringe, but the grin was unconcealed. It was a wide grin, showing the pointier teeth at the edges. There was something about it that made Severus cautious.

He whispered a quiet Protego to protect himself and stepped forward.

"Mister Potter? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Potter lifted his head, but it was more like his head rolled to the side and up. The grin was tilted to one side now. Potter brushed his fringe aside a little with one carefree, loose hand. Now Severus could see his eyes.

They were black.

There was no Lily in those eyes, only a dark, hungry creature. The black expanded as Potter looked at Severus, creeping in little veins from that black pupil and black iris, until the entirety of those eyes were black.

"Why, Severus," Potter said, "I was wondering when you would arrive."

Severus shivered despite himself. The voice that came from Potter's mouth was deep and throaty, too deep, with a Parseltongue sort of hissing underlying every syllable.

He stood up. Severus flicked his hand forward to send a very dangerous, powerful spell at the monster that had taken over Potter's body.

But his wrist was gripped suddenly in a vice of a hand, so tight he felt it would crush him to dust at any moment. Potter – no, the thing inside of him – laughed, a deep rumbling chuckle. Then slender, callused fingers worked themselves up Severus' hand, and rubbed against the wood of his wand. Potter licked his lips. Severus looked away, gasping. He was trembling all over. Fury and fear and a disquieting desire clashed and swam in him, each one seeking to defeat the other.

He knew what Potter was going to do next, and he would not let him.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" he bellowed, and then he dove for the wand that flew out of Potter's hand, while at the same time he pointed his wand at Potter and shouted, "INCARCEROUS!"

Chains flew out from his wand, but Potter was faster, faster than Severus had ever seen a human be. He slipped to the floor and glided underneath the chains, laughing, and then darted out of the room as a dark blur.

"NO! NO YOU WON'T!"

Severus sped after the devil, cursing as the dark robes disappeared down the corridor and around the corner. He ran the fastest he could, tucking Potter's wand into his pocket for safekeeping. Potter was leaping in giant bounds, cackling as Severus remained just a few yards behind him. Students shrieked and shouted as they were grabbed hold of by Potter and flung bodily up into the air. Severus tried his best to levitate them before they crashed to the floor, while keeping up his pace to chase Potter and capture him. Spells shot out from various wands against their attacker, before they realized it was Potter. But none of them affected him!

He tried to halt Potter, or stun him, or hurt him just a little, but the creature inside Potter evaded his spells. He leapt against the walls and his feet skidded easily against the armored knights, laughing all the while. His movements were sinuous like a snake, but the leaping reminded Severus of the lion that Gryffindor House was known for.

Finally, they reached the doors to the Great Hall. It was dinner, and everyone would see Potter in this mad state –

He shoved the doors open and entered the hall. Severus leapt forward and snapped out a spell to hold him back.

Somehow it worked, perhaps because he had put his everything into it, or because Potter had been still enough this time around. Students stared at the magical, fiery chain that connected Potter to Severus' wand. The nearest ones gasped as they saw the black eyes that stared back at them. Strangely, Potter had become silent as soon as he stepped into the Hall. Was the monster fading? Was Potter inside of his body somewhere, fighting the demon that had taken over?

Potter reached his hand up, and then waved it down, like a man giving a signal for a race to begin. He pointed a single finger, and suddenly one of the Ravenclaw students was torn from his seat, swearing, and pulled into Potter's waiting arms.

Wandless magic! The Hall erupted.

Weasley jumped up, shouting, but his fellows held him back. They could tell something was off.

There was a gasp throughout the Hall that became a frenzied whispering, as Potter kissed the Ravenclaw boy he'd caught squarely on the mouth, and tightened his grip around him. Severus burned, burned higher and higher, and he tried to get his spell to move, to yank Potter back, but some blocked him.

The teachers were in an uproar, shouting, because who had known that Potter had wandless magic? They couldn't see what those nearest could see in Potter's eyes: that he was 'not himself', as Minerva had said. Students traded confused glances. Weasley shouted, "Harry? HARRY!" and struggled against those who held him. Granger for her part was staring with fearful eyes as wide as a House Elf's.

The boy Potter was kissing melted against him like a pliant flobberworm, pleasured. But when Potter moved his attentions to the boy's bare neck, Severus saw the glaze that had come into the Ravenclaw's eyes. Potter was sucking energy from his victim somehow…

Suddenly the Ravenclaw yelped. "Stop that! STOP IT!"

Severus took one glance to see Potter gnawing on the boy's neck, gnawing as hard as he could with his teeth, drawing blood, which he was slurping into himself like some sort of vampire…

The fire in Severus vanished, and he felt only coldness. With this icy anger strengthening him, he whipped his wand in the air once – bam! The Ravenclaw boy was flung back to his seat at the table, groaning and holding his bleeding neck – twice – bam! Potter was in Severus' arms, flailing madly and shrieking, his shriek so high and unnatural, like that of a banshee.

Thrice, a spell so strong that Severus felt himself drained immediately, and a great mass of black smokiness expunged itself from Potter's nose, ears and mouth, shrieking all the while. Then Potter collapsed into Severus' arms.

The Hall was silent. Someone whimpered.

Finally a tiny girl nearest to them asked, "Is he dead?"

The Hall exploded in noise again. Professors and students were set to swarm them; Weasley was bellowing; Professors were forced to spell students back to their seats, because no one would listen. Severus lifted his wand into the air. A loud boom shook the Hall, and everyone froze.

"He is NOT dead!" Severus bellowed into the sudden quiet. He glared at them all, daring them to argue.

Then he left quickly, Potter limp in his arms. The Headmistress' voice got quieter and quieter as he rushed away. No one followed him. Soon, he was deep in the depths of the castle, and there, alone, Severus stumbled into a wall and swore loudly, and then stopped struggling and resigned. He sunk to the ground.

Exhaustion swept through him like an army of wolves. It bit at him and made his limbs shake. His wand shook in his fingers beneath the crook of Potter's knees. He shut his eyes. Just for one moment, he promised, just one.

He didn't know if he was promising this moment of rest to himself, or to the beleaguered boy he held in his arms.

After a considerable amount of moments, Severus opened his eyes. He was so tired he could barely think, but think he must. Potter was in grave, grave danger.

And he could indeed be dead. He was not breathing.

Don't think that. Don't think it. Stop.

Panic was starting to eat away at him, and Severus could not ignore it for long. To distract himself, he pressed a thumb hard against the side of Potter's mouth, where blood leaked out. Was that his blood, or the Ravenclaw's?

He stared at those full lips, thinking back to the horrid grin that he had seen on Potter's face, and then to now, where that mouth was closed, pink and attractive.

Severus grimaced over his own folly, his stupid attraction to this decidedly aggravating boy that was neither quite James nor Lily. He was a mix of both, in his looks and manner, but he was also very much his own self. Severus had never met anyone like him, and he doubted he would ever again.

Unbidden, his hand moved up the young man's face, fingers stroking over the soft skin of his cheeks, crossing over the glasses and up, up to that fateful lightning bolt. Severus blew a loud sigh from his nose. Potter had lived through so many things. Surely he would live through this? He had to.

Again without his sanction, Severus found his hand moving up into that thick, wild mass of hair. His fingers got lost in the black forest there, drowned in it. He found himself biting back the urge to follow the move by pressing a firm kiss to that mouth.

"Time to go," Severus growled to himself. He heaved himself up, shaking, and descended all the way down, down, down, to the sweet familiarity of the cold dungeons and his quarters.

His quarters were not very large, but they had always pleased Severus. He had an entire wall dedicated to potions, and two wide shelves crammed with books on the wall opposite his bed. A fireplace burned in the corner furthest from the door, hidden mostly by a couch. Next to his bed, which was the only luxurious piece of furniture, were an assortment of cauldrons and a locked chest of personal items. The walls were cold, bare stone, undecorated but for a cloth tapestry with magical images that changed occasionally.

He placed Potter down on the couch, and then grabbed the largest cauldron and sat it next to the shelves of potion ingredients.

Then, despite himself, he had to check. He had to, anyway, he told himself. What was the use of performing potion and spell work to discover what was wrong with Potter, if Potter were dead? That would be idiotic. Besides, he already suspected what the answer was.

He leaned over the couch, staring down into that familiar face. It was unusually sweet and blank in sleep. Sleep! Not death! He told himself.

He whispered the spell, and fell inside…

I pray that my Snape is a decent one...he is godawful hard to get right...such a damn good character!
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