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Death Eater Takes a Holiday	By : LeeLeePotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 25 (Symptoms & Strategy)

Chapter 25
Symptoms & Strategy

Saturday afternoon was perfect weather for the
Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff quidditch match. Harry was released from the
infirmary. The golden trio sat amongst friends in the Gryffindor stands,
waiting for Hooch to release the quaffle. Ron and Harry prattled on about stats
and how long it would take for Hufflepuff to get their first score, to how long
it would take for Slytherin to make their first foul. Hermione would join in
occasionally, but didn't care that much about quidditch, and would interject
with other topics from time to time.

"You seem fine, Harry. Ron was worried that you
may have had a nightmare while forced to sleep for so long, but I guess you did
all right; you look great. Bet you're starved after sleeping all of
yesterday," said Hermione, handing him a chocolate frog. Harry bit the
head off the frog as it tried to hop off. He loved the look he always got from
her when he did that. "I see your appetite hasn�t changed, you�re
gross," she teased, as he licked his fingers. Poppy had made sure he ate a
full lunch before leaving, but a teen male's appetite is a mighty thing.

"Well, that will be one less symptom for me to
look out for, Harry. You still eat like a five year old at a party," Ron
said, clapping his hand on Harry's back. It earned him an elbow in the ribs.
Ron continued to show his own maturity by eating a chocolate frog, legs first,
so Hermione could see the face the frog made. She declared them both pigs and
didn't speak to them until after the match. They didn't really notice her lack
of conversation, given the large variety of fouls the green team was getting.
Harry watched Severus in the Slytherin stands applaud enthusiastically when
Malfoy caught the snitch.

As the days passed, Ron did watch for changes in
Harry. So did the others that Poppy had sequestered for the task. McGonagall
had nothing to report as Harry's magical ability hadn't changed, and she saw no
problems in class. Madam Hooch had noticed no changes in his flying. He still
took the same amount of risks as prior to the night Harry suffered the
Unforgivable indirectly, and his reaction times were normal.

If anyone had been acting differently, it was Ron.
He couldn�t hide the expression of guilt he wore every so often. Harry noticed,
and would confront him soon enough.
Harry had been preoccupied with what Ron had said about him eating like
a child. Hermione didn't agree, but Harry was adamant. He had come to the
conclusion that if he was going to win over Sev, then he would have to show him
how mature he could be.

While the official watchers were reporting that
Harry was still acting his norm, Severus was seeing something different. Having
found out about the concussion, Sev had new hope that Harry would be ok, and
not suffer permanent damage from that curse. But now he was seeing subtle
changes in Harry, changes that could mean a future mental imbalance. Harry was
quiet in his class. He still spoke to his friends, but never rose to the bait
that Malfoy would offer. He paid close attention, and hadn't even approached
Severus. He had thought Harry would have taken the opportunity that arose when
he had comforted him while in all the pain; but he did not. Harry didn't appear
to know about the 'Sweet Dreams', and that bothered Sev too. He was starting to
feel guilty for taking advantage of him while he slept.

It was dinnertime. Sev had watched Harry discreetly.
Harry didn't eat with the gusto he usually did. He acted strangely. Strange,
like the first time Sev had seen him seated next to Alat aat a special dinner;
he had been so very mindful of his manners. Was he not hungry? Had he been
sleeping well? Severus hated not knowing. He even found himself turning his
ring subconsciously when he wanted to grab the boy and question him. It seemed like
Harry almost never bumped into him any more. Severus scolded himself, he should
be glad that Harry was using discretion, and not knocking down his door. He had
expected that Harry would have said or done something after he had comforted
him. But then again, he had yelled at him for his stupidity, and hadn't spoken
to him since, unless you were to count the things he said while Harry slept.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Harry and Ron were on the pitch to gather bludgers
and the rest of the quidditch balls while the team went in to shower. It was
their time to talk about how the practice went, and where the team needed work.
Harry had been made captain the same year Ron joined the team as a beater. Ron
took over the job when Harry was incapacitated after the attack on Privet
Drive. When Harry was well enough to play quidditch again, he shared the
position with Ron, not wanting to take it from him after Ron had done an
excellent job with the team while he was gone.

"Harry," said Ron tentatively. "Er�I
kinda' have a confession to make."

"I was wondering when this was going to play
out."

"You know?" asked Ron, looking startled.
Harry laughed.

"I know you, and you've been festering
on something for a while now, spill it," said Harry. Ron told Harry about
the 'Sweet Dreams'. While telling the story Ron remembered Madam Pomfrey's
reaction, which made a lot of sense now that he knew the effects it would have.
For the most part Harry thought the whole thing was humorous. It was funny when
he thought about Ron thinking he would dream of candy. He was sure to get a bit
of revenge by telling Ron that he had already been having similar dreams all
week, but that one was particularly hot. Ron's face was flushed, and he
didn't think he could �fess up to everything at once. He would tell Harry about
Severus being there later. Maybe when they showered, so Harry wasn't armed.

"Do you think the others are done
showering?"

In the previous season, one of the players had found
out that Harry was gay. He finished school last year, but Ron and Harry
continued with their habit of after-practice meetings on the field, so that
Harry wasn't showering with the team. To Ron's credit, he always thought it was
ridiculous for Harry not to shower with the team. Harry had always showered
with the others in his house in the dorm and it wasn't an issue. It wasn't as
if he was going to come-on to someone in there. But Harry insisted he didn't
mind and didn't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Which is how they got
themselves into trouble.

Harry stripped off his quidditch robes, tossing them
in a pile. He took off the leather strap on his arm that held his wand. Harry
was never without it, even during play. With his wand safely with his clothes,
Harry stepped into the steamy shower. It was heaven on his aching muscles.

"Ah, I need this. What a practice," moaned
Harry from his side of the shower.

"You�re not allowed complaining, you're the
captain, why did you make us work so hard?" teased Ron.

"Co-captain," corrected Harry. "This
is half your fault," he protested. Harry�s words sounded gurgled as he
spoke through the stream of water he had pulsing on his face.

"We needed this to win next week." Ron
said confidently. They both jerked
their heads when someone snorted at his comment. Ron's mouth opened, but no
words came out. His eyes bugged at the sight of three people in black robes and
white masks at the entrance of the shower. Harry's eyes darted around as he
quickly assessed the situation. The exit was now closed off, with his wand on
the wrong side of the barrier of the three hooded figures. He could hear Ron's
breath quickening in small gasps. Harry sidestepped over to Ron, as the other
three moved in agonizingly slowly, apparently for effect. It was working; at
least on Ron who had never been faced with a Death Eater before.

"Don't panic, they're not Death Eaters.
Slytherin maybe, but not Death Eaters," whispered Harry in one breath. At
first sight Harry thought it strange the three hadn't spoken at all when
spotting them, and Harry noticed the smallest of the three was wearing
trainers. In all the times he'd had the displeasure of seeing Death Eaters,
they had never worn running shoes, nor snorted at the topic of quidditch.

Harry ducked, avoiding the first hex, and lunged at
them, taking one to the floor. While Harry wrestled, Ron had his own problems.
He had managed to swerve away from a curse, but he the second was dead on, and
Ron had been too tall to duck out of the way, as it was aimed at his stomach.
Harry turned to see Ron fall when he heard 'Impedimenta' called out,
stopping Ron in his tracks.

"Fight it, Ron!" yelled Harry. They had
practiced fighting off spells ever since the Tri-Wizard tournament. With Ron
temporarily easy to control, the third attacker pulled Harry off of the one he
was wrestling with. Harry had pulled off the of of the one rolling around the
tile floor with him. "Nott!" Harry yelled as he recognized the son of
the man found guilty and sent to Azkaban last week. "Alexander you scum;
get off me!" screamed Harry. He glanced quickly at Ron who was getting
beat up at the moment. Harry could tell by the intense look on Ron's face that
he would break the Impediment Curse soon, and once again fight back. There was nothing he could do to help at the
moment, as Alexander's sidekick, a beefy boy with hands like Dudley's, was now
pulling Harry's arms behind him. The beefy one kneeled on Harry's wrist so he
could have use of his wand hand.

"Don't," young Nott said as the other boy
held up his wand to Harry. "Let him struggle. He can fight Imperious, and
this way, I enjoy it more," said Nott, emphasizing his words with a punch
to Harry's gut. "This is for my father!" he said, with another punch.

"That's what he gets for serving
Voldemort," said Harry, earning himself a blow to the face, the metallic
taste of blood on his lips. Struggling to get his arms free, Harry managed to
get a soapy hand free and got in a good shot before he was hit with a binding
spell. Ron on the other side of the showers was holding his own. Now free from
the Impediment curse, he had gotten in several good shots, and was now
attempting to grab the other�s wand without getting hexed in the process. In
the struggle, Ron's height was to his advantage. He hadn't managed to get the
wand, but did knock it from the other one's hand, leaving them even in the
fight.

Ron felt extremely vulnerable fighting with no
clothing, but realized that while fighting he at least could grab the
robes of the other for leverage, while he was wet and not easy to get hold of.
With a firm grasp of the Death Eater robes, Ron pulled the boy down and toward
him, kneeing the boy in the stomach with great force. The wanna-be Death Eater
was on the floor gasping for air, the wind knocked out of him. Before Ron knehat hat hit him, he was also on the floor writhing in pain, as a curse sent by the
larger guy hit him full force. He screamed as the feeling of hot knives burning
through his flesh toverover him.

The hefty boy, Harry recognized as a seventh year
Hufflepuff, helped up his friend as Ron lay on the cold tile floor; the pain
was now starting to ebb away. Harry watched Ron and struggled against the body
bind, knowing that if he could fight Imperious, an Unforgivable, he could
certainly get through this. Nott Jr., having decided his friend had the right
idea, hit Harry with the same hex, sending Harry into a wealth of pain. He
watched on, enjoying the sight of Harry quaking, and hadn't noticed Ron was
coming around. Ron feigned his pain longer than the hex had really lasted,
giving him the chance to tackle the beefy boy at the knees, sending him to the
ground with a thud. Nott looked over, surprised at the sight of Ron grabbing
the large boy�s wand from him. It was quite a sight to see, Ron was tall, thin,
and naked, atop this brute of a Hufflepuff, hexing him with his own wand.

"Think you can get the better of us do
you!" Ron yelled. "You're no Death Eater, Bloody hell, you're not
even Slytherin." He snorted, and punched him before cursing him with a
nasty spell.

"Stop gawking and Help him you fool!"
barked Nott at the shorter one that seemed to be in a daze.
The body bind long gone, Harry was still feeling the
effects of the searing blades on him, but he had managed pain before, and he
wasn't really getting cut or stabbed; it was only a psychological sensation.
Nott found himself at the receiving end of Harry's left hook before he knew
what hit him. They struggled as Harry had a tight grip on Nott's wrist, trying
to slam it against the tile to knock the wand free. Nott was lying beneath
Harry, trying to aim his wand as Harry tried to make a grab for it. Harry
reveled in the fact that he and Ron were doing fairly well, given the
circumstances. Sirius would be proud. Sirius knew the importance of
self-defense, all those years on the run, and without a wand for much of his
first year. Harry didn't allow himself to drift off to the memories of Sirius
teaching him to fight; he would not get distracted now. Nott yelled out a few
hexes, but Harry still had a grip on his wrist, causing him to miss. Nott shook
his head to clear it after Harry head-butted him hard. Harry could almost feel
a curse graze him as it passed by over is shoulder. He could see Ron and the
large one beneath him slump to the floor as they were hit with the Stupefy Nott
had intended for Harry. Even Knowing Ron was only stupefied didn't keep Harry
from having the eerie sensation he had when looking at his friend. Ron had
fallen away from the other boy, and was slumped on his side, motionless on the
wet floor.

Harry silently berated himself for being distracted
by the sight of Ron, as one guy was now pinning him down while the other
straddled his legs. The three attackers didn't seem to have had a plan once
they trapped Harry, and he hadn't figured out if they had just come to punish
him for Nott Sr. going to prison, or if they were on some harebrained scheme to
impress the Dark Lord in an attempt to avenge Nott�s father. At the moment they were content with
pummeling him. Alex Nott took out his aggressions physically, while the other
was now throwing painful curses at him. Harry tried to twist his body to throw
off Nott, trying to send him off balance a few times.

"Stop squirming Potter, you faggot!"
screamed Nott. He continued on a rant, emphasizing each sentence with another
punch. "To think I grew up hearing stories about how great you were,"
he hissed. "The great Harry Potter took out the Dark Lord as a baby. Then
all the stories about how you bested him again here in school. To think I
thought you were some powerful wizard, and you're nothing but a fucking
faggot."

"A.. Alex," the smaller boy stuttered.
"This is taking longer than you said it would."

"So?"

"So, m.. maybe I should start getting him out
of here b.. before someone comes," he said, pointing to the unconscious
one by Ron. Harry took his opportunity. While pointing, the smaller one had
taken one hand off Harry's shoulder. Harry twisted hard, knocking them over,
but it was fruitless, as Nott hit Harry with a binding spell again. The
stuttering one also put on a second binding spell just in case.

Harry lay still on the now cold floor. He could just
see the large boy being levitated up and taken out of the locker rooms. He was
sure now that they had no plan from this point on. Great, thought Harry,
one not-so-cunning Slytherin and two ever-loyal Hufflepuffs, and not
a brain between them.

Alex's voice was now at his ear. "You�re not so
powerful now, Potter. I could kill you right now. I could do anything I
want," he spoke slowly, the hand gripping Harry's throat now sliding down
his chest. If Harry could speak, he would scream. Nott was speaking again, but
Harry couldn't hear him over the screaming in his head, as a hand was now
fondling his flaccid member. Nott must have seen the intensity in those green eyes
that were glaring at him in fury. He pushed Harry's head aside so he couldn't
see him while he continued the exploration of his genitals. Harry, in his new
position, could see Ron again. Ron, having been stupefied, couldn't fight the
curse and lay there, still. Ron was bruised and battered. His face was swollen
and red. A small trickle of blood from
his mouth spread through the now pink-stained water.

Seeing Ron like that that, and the unbearable
sensation of being touched by this cretin, gave Harry the burst of energy he
needed. Harry could feel his magic radiate off of him. Being a more powerful
wizard, he suddenly broke through the binding spells, throwing Nott off,
startling him, and grabbing his wand. A terrible gleam in those green eyes
paralyzed Nott. Harry raised his wand. He could feel the magic flowing
throughout him. Harry's hand trembled in fear of himself. He did not trust
himself not to do something he may regret later. Now out of danger, he did what
he knew to be safest.

"Enervate"

Ron woke to see Harry holding Nott's wand and
that he also had a firm grip on his throat, one in each hand. Ron was grateful
he had never had that look Harry was giving, directed at him. Harry was on the
verge of exploding. The magical current in the air made the hairs on his arms
stand up.

"Harry?" Ron crawled over cautiously.
"You all right, mate?" Harry didn't answer. His grip on Nott's neck
tightened. Ron had seen Harry in this state only a few scary times before.
"Hold on there Harry, don't do anything." Ron slowly got up and walked from the showers. He rummaged through
Harry's pocket, pulling out a stone. It was an ordinary looking stone, like one
you would find at the side of the lake. Dumbledore, as a safety, spelled the
stone for Harry. It would begin working for no one but Harry. When Ron retuned
with the stone, Harry was still in the same position. Nott was starting to look
like he would pass out, but he could still breathe, just barely. Harry didn't
trust himself not to kill him, which was why he woke Ron first.

"Harry!" yelled Ron, getting Harry's
attention. "Catch". Harry caught the stone, and Ron watched as his
friend instantly vanished along with the other boy, who was praying for his
life. Ron quickly threw on a robe, grabbed his and Harry's wands, and ran up to
the castle.

Harry had caught the stone without a second thought.
The tug on his navel was instant. Just as it was supposed to, the stone
delivered Harry directly to a small sealed room beside Dumbledore's office. An
alarm sounded; the Headmaster was there in a flash, and McGonagall, the Deputy
Headmistress, was on her way. The two boys landed in the same position they had
started in. Albus had made sure of it when he set the portkey, in case Harry
used it while badly injured.

With a wave of his wand, Albus could see through the
door to the magically sealed area. Albus approached the two cautiously,
immediately recognizing the style of robes Alex Nott wore. Albus resealed the
room; only Minerva could get in now when she arrived. Albus noticed Harry's
bruises and bloodied face. One eye was all but closed from swelling. There were
several areas beginning to darken as the blood filled in the spots that would
soon get as black as his eye.

"Harry," Dumbledore spoke softly. "I
don't yet know what has taken place this evening, but it appears that you are
currently containing yourself with a great deal of restraint." Harry
didn't answer. He didn't know what to do. He knew it was over, that he would
have to get up, and perhaps let Nott breathe again soon, but he was still
battling an internal struggle with what he knew he had to do, and his urge to
squeeze the life out of the scum beneath him. Harry told himself that fighting
with Nott wasn't any different from his past battles with Malfoy, but he had
never felt so vulnerable before. To be attacked, and with no wand, �to be
touched in such a manner. Harry shivered, but tightened his grip on Nott's
throat. "I'm gong to have to ask you to let go of Mr. Nott. I know that
you don't wish to harm him further," reassured Albus. 'Oh, but I Want
to�but I Need to stop�' Harry struggled with himself.
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