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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter Seven: Seems like I should be getting somewhere

“Potter?” It was Phineas Nigellus Black's voice that spoke snidely from the picture frame.

Harry was lying on his back. Snape had sucked him until he couldn't even think and had now left to begin breakfast. He knew he should roll over and get shaking legs to work, but having a few moments whilst he waited for his body and mind to re-boot had won out. Now though, hearing that unpleasant voice, he had felt his relaxed lassitude vanish. He sat up, pulling the sheets over his naked body, and turned to face the picture.

“Phineas? You're back. With news?”

The clever wizard stalked back into the frame. “You know,” he said coldly, “I would never have had you pegged for one of those men who enjoyed being buggered senseless. But, clearly, possession by a Slytherin can be overwhelming.”

Harry's eyes sparked. “If you'd been paying close attention, you'd have noticed Snape doesn't bugger me senseless.”

“Oh I noticed,” Black sneered, “Night after night he pleasures you, and selfish thing that you are, you let him and don't even return the favour.”

Harry glared. “He decided on this little arrangement. So, level any criticism at him. I'd happily return the favour and with interest if he'd let me!” He took a deep breath and ground out, “Anyway, my sex life isn't what I wanted you to find out about. Did you learn anything from Dumbledore or anyone else about the horcrux?”

Phineas settled into a chair in his picture and seemed to be warming his feet against the flickering fire. “I found out plenty. More than your precious Dumbledore.”

“He isn't my precious Dumbledore. He fucking lied to me and wants me to go off and die to save everyone!”

“Oh, I know,” Black commented, “I rather thought his plan very Slytherin. It did shock me when I learned the full details. So not what I'd have expected from Albus. He has more Slytherin in him than I realised. But then, so do you, don't you?”

Harry swallowed. Whatever Black was referring to – his physical relationship with Snape, the bit of Voldemort stuck in him, or some other thing – Harry had no intention of arguing with this man and giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he'd riled the younger wizard.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he swung towards the door. Snape pushed it open, a tray balanced in his hands, laden with a cooked breakfast and a pot of tea.

“You not planing of getting up?” he asked, then stopped, seeing Phineas.

“Severus Snape. Running around after the boy. Does sex with him so warp your sense of pride?”

Flushing a little, Snape put the tray down and indicated that Harry should eat.

“For your information, Phineas,” Snape said calmly, although a vein was throbbing in his temple, “and do please tell Dumbledore this – after being abused by me, he came here and was truly fucked up. Between us we are getting him better. If, to accomplish that, I have to run around after him for a while, then it is a lot less than I deserve.”

With a mouthful of sausage, Harry looked up into the pale face. He'd never considered that Snape saw his waiting on Harry as a form of penance. Swallowing the meat, he said, “You don't have to, you know. I don't need a servant, or a father.”

Clearing his throat, Phineas glowered at the two men. “I was about to tell Potter that I've located the horcrux,”

“What?!” Harry cried, spraying scrambled egg across the pillow. “You hadn't said a word about that!”

Snape grabbed a tissue from the side table and gathered up the dropped food whilst Black sneered down at him. “A proud Slytherin reduced to this,” he jeered, “all due to misplaced guilt for parting the boy's thighs and showing him his proper place.”

Snape snapped before Harry could snarl a response, “Enough, Phineas! You will not make such comments about Harry ever again. I don't care if you have found the horcrux. As far as I'm concerned it can remain hidden. Harry and I are safe here. The Dark Lord can continue his rampage and kill everyone in the magical world. So stop the snide remarks or we don't bother destroying the Dark Lord.”

Harry stared in surprise. He'd never have considered that Snape was willing to let the rest of the world suffer if it kept Harry safe. He touched Snape's arm and smiled hesitantly at him when the older wizard looked down and met his eyes.

“Oh, very well,” the picture said, “but you were more fun when you were miserable, Severus. As for the horcrux, I visited every painting and spoke with the picture of Rowena Ravenclaw. She told me her daughter took the tiara and that I should ask Helena myself.”

“Her daughter?”

“Yes. Helena Ravenclaw. Or, as you might know her, the Grey Lady.” He ignored Harry's gaping mouth and continued, “I managed to hunt her down and explained all. She was less than pleased. The diadem was stolen and lost in Albania, but the Dark Lord found it, stuck part of his soul in it and it was placed in the Room of Hidden Things. So there you have it!”

Clearly expecting an outbreak of praise, Phineas' brows drew down when Harry turned at once to Snape and asked, “The Room of Hidden Things. Ever heard of it?”

“It's on the seventh floor, Potter,” Black said, sounding weary. “The Grey Lady seemed clear about that.”

Harry frowned. “The Room of Requirement's on the seventh floor. You mean that there's another secret room up there?!”

“Or, more logically,” Snape said, “the Room of Hidden Things and the Room of Requirement are one and the same.”

After that, Harry and Snape discussed over and over how to get into the school; given that they were two people Voldemort wanted dead it wasn't going to be easy. Each tried to convince the other to remain behind, but neither was willing to.

So it came about that in April, Harry and Snape apparated just outside the boundary of Hogsmeade and made their cautious way to the Shrieking Shack. From there they crawled into the tunnel and made their slow, painful way to the school. As Harry was in the lead, Snape had the enjoyable (and desperately arousing) sight of Harry's ass wiggling ahead of him. Still unable to harden, he could only grit his teeth as the coiling knot of tension in his body twisted ever tighter.

Just behind the statue at the Hogwarts end of the passage, they stopped and listened. Harry threw the invisibility cloak over himself, and Snape cast a disillusionment charm, and then they both stepped into the castle to make their hurried way to the seventh floor. Incredibly nervous, neither man spoke until they were on the seventh floor and Harry had paced in front of the door three times.

“It's not working,” Harry whispered. “Now what?”

Snape glanced around, “Well, from what you said at home, if someone is inside you can only enter if you know exactly what room they entered. As little as I like it, we'll have to wait here until the person leaves, then we can get in and find the damned diadem.”

Not liking the idea one bit, Harry nodded. Then, realising that Snape couldn't see him, he verbalised his assent. The two men settled on the cold stone floor and kept quiet. Harry snuggled against the older man, starting to feel completely inconvenient desires. Next to him, Snape was silently counting up to ten thousand, and remembering all the reasons why bedding Harry was a bad idea.

After long hours, Harry was dozing when footsteps awoke him.

“Neville?!” he gasped, looking at the battered Gryffindor.

Standing still and circling carefully, Neville aimed his wand all round, “Show yourself!”

Tugging off the cloak, Harry did just that. He stood in the corridor, shivering a little, and looked at his friend.

“Harry?” Neville came closer, as though unsure. Once he was close, his eyes scoured the familiar face. “Shit, Harry, it really is you!”

They hugged and Harry was jolted about as Neville danced on the spot. “This is brilliant! You're here to lead the final battle, right? Oh, wait til I tell everyone about this!”

“No, no, Neville, stop!” Harry gasped, an edge of panic creeping into his voice.

“Oh for Merlin's sake!” A menacing voice cried and Neville gaped as he was suddenly confronting Severus Snape, the stuff of nightmare.

Snape, who had quickly ended the spell on himself, now ignored the terrified boy to check that Harry was all right. Harry shook a little, but seemed to pull himself together when Snape came close to him.

“But – but he – he raped you!” Neville nearly shouted the words, his face pale.

Snape opened his mouth, but Harry beat him to it, his voice weary, “Neville, please, not now. Snape and I are here for a reason. And this isn't the healthiest place for either of us, not with You-Know-Who lurking around.”

“Right,” Neville's voice was crisp and he looked ready to assist Harry, even if he was glaring at Snape.

“We need to get into the Room of Requirement, but we can't. Can you help?”

Smiling, Neville explained about the Room turning into a place to hide them all from the worst of the discipline thrown at them and that there were a lot of students hidden inside. When he was told that they all had to leave, and no-one could know Harry was back, Neville's face had looked as though he was sucking on an acid pop.

“Look, you just said Snape raped me. You think I want everyone in there asking me questions about what happened and why I'm standing here with him? Everyone knows every detail about my capture, Neville. Everyone knows what was done to me. Please, just don't tell them I'm here.”

“And, for the record,” Snape added, “I didn't rape him.”

“Not helping,” Harry ground out.

It took a little more coaxing to get Neville to agree and empty everyone out of the room, but once they were all gone, Harry and Snape re-appeared from a broom closet and dashed into the room.

It was huge and crammed with the junk of decades.

“Oh, shit...”
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