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Strange Seduction	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 163156 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Harry grumbled as he struggled through the thigh-deep snow. In hindsight, storming off into a snowstorm was probably not one of his brighter ideas. But he was still angry and a bit drunk so the idea of turning back didn’t really occur to him. Still, he was getting really cold. He would have no choice but to swallow his anger and turn around in a few minutes. Then Molly would probably berate him endlessly for storming out in the first place. Not appealing.
Harry’s nearly frozen face scowled at the thought of hanging around with a drunk Ginny and an irate Molly. He really would almost rather freeze. Just as his reason was winning and he was about to turn around a glimmer of light in the distance caught his eye. Harry debated for all of two seconds before struggling forward to investigate it.
The snow was far more difficult to move in than he had anticipated. After he’d left the Burrow’s yard, it had gotten substantially deeper and now he could barely lift his legs out of it to take his next step. He’d have to apparate back to the Burrow at the rate he was going.
The glimmer of light turned out to be coming from a window of a small shack. Harry frowned in confusion. When had there been any neighbors close to the Burrow? The Weasleys were out in the middle of nowhere and the closest neighbors were miles off. And yet it looked like someone lived here of all places.
Terribly curious and slightly more than frozen, Harry went to the door and knocked hard enough to send pain lancing up his frozen fingers. There was a very long span where nothing happened. Harry waited for another minute before knocking again. Was there not anyone even home? He shuffled off to the side of the door and peered inside.
It was just a one-room shack with a fire going in the hearth. But he couldn’t spot anyone. Gryffindor curiosity peaked and Harry decided to try the door. He was mildly surprised to find it unlocked. Without another moment’s hesitation he hurried in and closed the door behind him. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t handle himself if the owner of this hut came back. Leaving the fire burning made Harry think whoever lived here had just popped out for something quick. And considering the nasty weather that was even more likely.
Harry shook his head to get the snow out of hair and brushed it off his body. His clothes were soaked through but a simply charm fixed that right off. Harry glanced around the hut as he flexed his fingers to get the feeling back into them. The bed shoved to the side was pretty rickety looking and other than a shoddy table and chair near the fire there wasn’t any other furniture in the room. But there was an assortment of things on the table that Harry moved closer to investigate.
Green eyes widened at the sight of all the newspaper clippings carefully trimmed and laid out on the wooden surface. Every little article that had been written about him in the last few years was laid out. Including the rather horrid interview Rita Skeeter had managed to get out of Ginny after the divorce.
Harry took a quick step back. He had stumbled across more violent things in his life but very few things that shook him so entirely. He had a stalker that had followed him all the way to the Burrow. He swallowed hard and glanced around again. There was no sign of anyone but he didn’t let that fool him. He quickly pulled out his wand and squared his shoulders. He knew he had one stalker in his Incubus but this certainly didn’t seem the same.
The Incubus wouldn’t care about Ginny’s jaded comments about Harry. And he couldn’t imagine the creature following him all the way out to the Burrow where he’d easily be spotted with all the wards Hermione had up. No. This was someone very different. And possibly worse. Probably worse with his luck.
Harry edged his way back towards the door. He would Apparate back to the Burrow from outside. Then he’d tell the others what he’d stumbled across and maybe tomorrow or the next day they’d come back and see if they could find this person. But with a little more preparedness. Yes. It was an excellent plan.
Harry reached behind him for the doorknob but just as his fingers touched the cold metal the door swung open. Harry swung around, his wand raised to midchest level. But before he could even think a spell there was a startled cry and a piece of wood came flying at his face.
Pain erupted across his senses as he crumpled. He could feel blood oozing out of his nose, mouth and from a cut on his head. His glasses fell to the ground in pieces and he just stayed awake long enough to feel his body join the shards before blackness swamped him.
As he passed out Harry could have sworn he heard someone gasp before muttering about ‘finally’ and ‘true love’. It was far too confusing for him to make out though.
Sometime later Harry slowly came around; he was in a haze of confusion mixed with pain. His head was throbbing fiercely and his nose wasn’t letting him breathe properly. He groaned some even as he became aware of something else. A weight overtop of him. And was that moaning. Harry forced his eyes open and saw someone straddling him.
It was then that Harry realized the rest of his predicament. His hands were bound up above him and his clothes had disappeared. He was being pushed hard into a thin mattress in a rhythmic pattern that coincided with the warm wet feeling sliding over his cock. He began to struggle as soon as the realization set him. Someone was raping him!
“Get off!” he screamed as he tried to buck whoever it was off of him.
“Shh, Harry. It’s alright,” a feminine voice cooed as a cold hand ran over his sore face. “This is for the best.”
Harry jerked his face away and tried to twist out from under the woman on top of him. The woman shushed him again and slammed her hips down against Harry’s grinding overtop of him and moaning wantonly. “This is better right? Better than those sluts before right? I’ll appreciate you, Harry darling. I love you so much.”
“You’re crazy get off!” Harry yelled as he tried to use his unbound legs to his advantage. He bucked his hips to try and knock her off but that only seemed to make her moan louder so he stopped that quickly. “Let me go!”
“I love you!” she gasped and Harry shuddered as he felt a warm flood of her juices coat him. This was more than wrong. It was horrible and he was already turning soft inside of her without having actually climaxed. There was nothing about this that was arousing for him and he’d only been half hard to begin with. “I’ll show you how much I love you, Harry darling,” she said as she leaned forward and kissed over his face.
The Boy Who Lived jerked his face away from her searching lips. “Bitch! Get off me before I curse you!”
“Shh shh shh, Harry Darling,” she cooed in a sickening voice. “It’s alright. You’re alright. You’re just confused. Those other women made you confused. But I’ll help you. I’ll give you a much better son than the one that cowardly whore gave you. I’ll be proud to bear your children, Harry Darling.”
Harry growled and tried to head butt the woman, unfortunately missing. “Don’t you dare say things like that about my son or me!”
“You’re so loyal, Harry Darling. But that’s why I love you so much. But you’re confused,” she insisted.
“You’re sick!” Harry hissed angrily.
“I quite agree,” a familiar voice said.
The woman shrieked and jumped off of Harry’s lap. “How’d you get in here?!”
“Your wards are pathetic,” the dark figure, which Harry’s blurry vision could only just make out, said with a sneer. There was a flash of a spell and a clatter of a wand hitting the ground. “You’re very lucky I don’t kill you right now, wench. But I know several people would prefer you get a much more lasting punishment.”
There was another flash in red that sent lances of pain rocketing up Harry’s eye sockets. The woman crumpled to the ground a moment later, stunned without hardly any fight. The dark figure came closer to where Harry was bound and bleeding on the bed. “Are you alright?” came the soft inquiry as large hands began to untie him.
Harry forced himself to squint up at the figure and judging by the features he could make out it was one of the people he’d never expect. “Snape?”
“When you didn’t return, Molly Weasley became worried. Since I clearly have nothing better to do on Christmas Eve, I was asked to come looking for you,” Snape explained as he tossed the ropes to the side and gently checked the younger man’s head wounds. Harry would have had a snarky comeback for that but his head hurt too much and Snape was being surprisingly gentle. He would have normally expected a smart comment about how he couldn’t handle himself by now.
“She hit me with a piece of wood,” he muttered in his own defense though Snape hadn’t questioned that yet.
Snape hummed and let that comment go without a reply. “We should get you back to the Burrow. It appears you have a concussion. It would be best if I Apparated us both. It is not safe to Apparate with head injuries.”
Harry nodded slightly in agreement. There were several minutes of silence as Snape hunted down Harry’s clothes. As the silence grew longer Harry found himself shaking from his seat on the bed. He reached out to take the clothes Snape handed him with his hand trembling but before he could grab them it finally all crashed around him.
He buckled in on himself as tears of horror and revulsion burned through his eyes and fell down his cheeks. He clamped the hand he’d been about to grab his clothes with over his mouth as his other wrapped around his midsection. He felt sick. His whole form shuddered at the force of his sobs and he barely noticed the strong arm that wrapped around his shoulders. He didn’t really hear the Snape’s baritone assuring him that everything would be fine. His world had shattered and he wasn’t sure how he would piece it back together again.

A/N: I know you didn't see that coming because... well I didn't even see that coming and I'm writing it. Originally he was going to run into his tentaculous friend but then I went 'too predictable' and suddenly this spawned... O.O sorry Harry....
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