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Harry Potter and the Expert Potions Master	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21304 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 28 - A Visit to Dudley

Harry stopped outside number four, Privet Drive. A wash of memories, mostly bad, filled his mind. All at once he was eleven again, down-trodden and unaware of his history and his heritage. He squared his shoulders, he wasn't that Harry any more; hadn't been him for a long time.

This visit had been prompted after his disastrous attempt to encourage Severus to let his wilder passions loose. Lying on the bed, ass aching from the beating, he had wondered suddenly what had happened to his Muggle relatives and hoped that they had not been hurt. And so, being Harry and impulsive, he had gone to Surrey on the following day.

He stepped up to the door, noticing that even after all this time nothing had really changed, and rang the doorbell.

“Oh, that might be Veronica dropping off the flowers,” came Petunia's voice from inside, “Duddy, could you get them? My hands are simply covered with flour!”

Harry heard a noise of thumping footsteps and schooled his expression into blank nothingness when Dudley opened the door.

The older man blinked. His mouth fell open but then he snapped his lips back together. “H-Harry?” he asked, as if he wasn't sure he could believe his eyes.

“Hi, Dudley.” There was a long pause.

The awkward silence was broken by Aunt Petunia's voice from the kitchen, “Dudley? Is it Veronica?”

That broke the spell. “N - no, Mum. Door to door salesman. It's fine.”

A loud sniff told Harry just what Mrs Dursley thought of door to door salesmen.

“I guess they still don't like me,” Harry said, shaking his head. After all, if Dudley pretended rather than admit who it was, clearly their son didn't expect Harry to receive a warm welcome.

Dudley stepped out of the house, pulling the door to. He glanced back, as though able to see through the wood. “They haven't been so uptight since we got back here. That year you left we had a pretty tough time of it, but no-one came for us, or, if they did, no-one got us. I guess your lot did a good job protecting us?”

Harry rubbed his nose. “I don't know if Voldermort even considered kidnapping you. He was so obsessed with ensuring his continued existence that anything else other than destroying me kind of went by the board.” He paused, “But I'm glad you three were safe. And that you had a home to come back to.”

“Yeah, that surprised me. Were there spells on it?”

Harry was surprised by his cousin's question; he'd never had the sense that Dudley was interested in magic. But maybe that was merely the result of having had anything magical seen as 'dangerous' and 'subversive'. “I - I guess so. If it wasn't attacked by wizards or Muggles I'd say definitely yes.”

Dudley scuffed a trainer in the gravel path. “Thanks.”

It was only the second polite conversation he and Dudley had ever managed, and Harry didn't want to do anything to change that. “Erm, I don't imagine they want to see me, but could you, maybe, tell your Mum and Dad thanks for looking after me?”

Dudley looked surprised. “Of course they would have looked after you, you're family.”

Harry had never felt like family whilst growing up, but refrained from saying as much. “They could have stuck me into an orphanage, regardless of what Dumbledore wrote to your Mum, or even let me die. They didn't have to bring me up, so, yeah, could you thank them?”

“Of - of course.”

There was another long silence.

“You thinking about moving out? Maybe going to university?”

“Nah, not got the brains for that, but I am starting as an apprentice at a garage soon. I need to save up some money, cos I can't afford to move out yet. Not by a long shot!”

Harry smiled, thinking about how much a house in this area would cost. “No, I suppose not.” he weighed up what he was about to say, “I've got a bit of spare cash if you're stuck.”

“No, thanks anyway, Harry. I'd like to do it on my own.”

Harry felt grudging respect for Dudley. He asked, as the thought suddenly occurred to him, “You know when we were attacked at the start of our fifth year? You were attacked by the dementors?”

Dudley shuddered.

“Can I ask what you saw?”

“What?”

“What did you see? Dementors make you live the worst moments in your life. What was that?”

Dudley mulled it over then spoke without once looking at his cousin. “I was, I dunno, five or six, and I'd slipped out of the house without Mum noticing. Anyway, I went down the road and saw this group of lads hanging around on the corner. So I go up to them and I'm this arrogant snot nosed brat who had never been told the word ' no' in his life, and I start giving lip to these hulking great teenagers.

“They smacked me around so hard I couldn't breathe. I was so scared I thought I'd die and I've never felt so hopeless. That was the worst moment of my life: feeling utterly helpless. Knowing Mum couldn't help me; I was on my own.

“I ran back home as quick as I could, crying my eyes out. Mum had spotted I'd gone and was looking for me. I told her I'd gone into the garden and fallen over, that's why my clothes were torn and I was so badly beaten up. But the boys came down the road after me and just grinned as they went past. They knew where I lived and could terrorise me whenever they liked.”

“God, Dudley, I'm sorry. That's awful!”

Dudley shrugged. “I swore I'd never be helpless again, so I made sure I always had loads of friends round me and that everyone would fear me. You were about the only person who didn't!

“Anyway, it was that year that I got my revenge. You'd even heard about it: Mark Evans.”

“The ten year old? Don't tell me he'd bullied you when you were five, Dud, cos I won't believe it!”
“No, of course he didn't, but his Dad, Pete Evans, he was one of the ones who had attacked me, and his son, Mark ,was going around telling his Dad that people were picking on him so he could watch Pete beating them up. Anyway, Mark tried to start something with me, knowing his Dad was nearby and could back him up. But I was into boxing by then and I demolished Pete and just gave Mark a smack round the head to remind him to keep his place.”

There was more silence. Without knowing how, Harry wanted to congratulate Dudley for exorcising his demon, but he wasn't thrilled at the concept of praising Dudley for being able to beat up an adult and his ten year old son.

Finally kicking the head off a drooping Christmas rose, he met Harry's gaze. “So now you know.”

“Yeah, now I know.” And almost he wished he didn't. But this was telling him more about his cousin than he'd ever learnt living with the growing boy.

“I - I hear my Mum and Dad being killed,” Harry admitted, feeling it was only fair after Dudley had bared his soul. “When a dementor gets near me, that's what I go through. I don't even remember it but somewhere the memory is there and that's the only time I ever get to see them again.”

“That sucks.”

“Doesn't it just?” Harry's words were serious but he kept his tone light. He glanced around. “Your Mum, she was baking? And expecting flowers? What's going on?”

“Oh, Aunt Marge got engaged to Colonel Fubster, you know, that Colonel who lives next door to her?”

Horrified, Harry could only stare.

“I know,” Dudley laughed, “I had much the same reaction myself when I found out. Poor guy. Anyway, we're having an engagement party tonight so Mum's working herself into a frenzy getting everything perfect. She's driving me mad!”

Strongly reminded of Mrs Weasley, Harry bit his lip to avoid laughing. “In that case, I won't get in the way.” Harry held out his hand and Dudley took it without pause. They shook hands.

“Take care of yourself, Dudley.”

“You too. I never found out what happened when you went off to fight that bad wizard guy, but as you're still standing, I guess you won?”

A grin split Harry's face. “Yeah. I won. I won't tell you the whole story but he stored his soul in a load of different things – me included, and he tried to murder me. He failed, but destroyed that bit of him, so that I could kill him. Or, more accurately, let him kill himself. His spell bounced back and smacked him in the face!” Harry gave a laugh of delight at Dudley's shocked and horrified look.

“He put a bit of him in you?”

Suddenly thinking of Snape, he thought, He's not the only one who's put something in me.

“Yeah. He never meant to, it just all went wrong when he attacked my parents. Had he not done that he'd probably still be around bossing everyone about.”

“I'm glad he did attack your parents then.” Dudley hurried on before Harry could take offence, “Not cos I wanted them dead, but cos it means he destroyed himself in the end. He created his own worst enemy, didn't he?”

Dumbledore had once said much the same. How odd that Dudley was that insightful.

Sticking his hand out again, Harry said, “See ya, Big D.”

Dudley grinned, “See ya, Pothead!”

Turning on his heel, Harry walked away down the street. At the end he looked back. Dudley was watching him. They waved at one another before Harry went around the corner to find a quiet corner in which to apparate.

“But of course the Dursleys are less 'uptight', as you call it, since you left,” Snape said after Harry had joined the older man at Spinner's End and told him what had happened. “For a decade they lived with a horcrux. You told me about how the horcrux affected you, Weasley and Granger after only being worn for a few hours. Imagine that whispering hatred for ten solid years. No wonder they felt antipathy towards you. It's a wonder they even tried to care for you at all, given the darkness hidden within.”

Harry gaped. He'd never even considered that he was the reason that the Dursleys had been so unpleasant.

“In fact,” Severus went on musingly, one finger stroking down Harry's back so that he shivered, “as much as I dislike your aunt, it's actually testimony to her strength of character that she survived the prolonged contact with you. I assume, after all, that your uncle was out at work generally, and that she was left at home to mind you?”

“Y - Yes,” Harry choked out. His mind was filled with confusion as he had to alter his world view once again. His body, by contrast, was very, very sure it wanted this man to jump him.

Snape seemed completely unaware of the effect he was having on Harry, although, obviously, he was perfectly aware. He leaned in and breathed on Harry's neck, delighting in Harry's twitch and moan of pleasure.

“Are you unwell?” Severus asked with mock concern, “You seem to be groaning.”

“Please,” Harry begged, turning his face to Snape's.

Unable to resist that tone, the older wizard touched his lips to Harry's. Drowning in sensation – how could such a tiny amount of contact affect him so much? - Harry clutched at Severus' robes and opened his mouth to let the older man's tongue claim him. He moaned as his still bruised ass was squeezed by eager fingers.

Severus whispered in Harry's ear, “I would like to enter you, if you would allow it,”

Harry allowed.

He threw off his clothes in almost comical haste and tugged at Snape's clothing to strip the older man. Soon both were naked and Harry lying on his back, his legs spread as three fingers worked their way inside his channel. It was desperately arousing, especially knowing what was to follow.

Severus' face was taut. “Harry,” he ground out, “it's got to be now.”

Harry nodded and felt the blunt pressure of Severus' dick pushing against his relaxed muscle. There was the long slow burn as the thick shaft pushed into him further than the fingers had reached, and he lay gasping, seeing stars, a single tear slipping down his cheek.

As Snape saw that, he stopped. “Harry? Is this too much?”

Unable to express how it was too much and not enough and made him feel more vulnerable and yet more complete than he'd ever have thought possible, he only gave a sobbing laugh and tightened his channel. He reached up and kissed the man claiming him, and his kiss reassured Snape who began to move, his balls swinging under his prick as he pounded the willing body under him. He soon found his rhythm and let his eyes flutter closed as the tight hot grip on his cock urged him to slam ever more powerfully into the tight body.

Harry gasped at the ecstasy and lurched up as the curving tip jabbed beautifully within him, making him feel strangely humbled. He felt the contained strength of his lover, felt just how easily Severus could physically and emotionally destroy him, yet revelled in the sensation of inviting this man into his body to claim him.

They strained together. Harry's legs were spread wide, his hips held by the older man who took what Harry was only too willing to give. It was Harry who shattered first. His climax tore out of him unexpectedly and he clenched around the invading presence, longing to feel the final proof of his possession. Severus shuddered, face twisting at the intensity of the sensation, and spurted his seed deep into Harry.

He dropped his head, his forehead pressed to the pillows, his cheek brushing Harry's, and he understood why Harry had cried. The intimacy of the act had surprised him. He was more vulnerable now than ever before.

After his brain rebooted and he was able to do more than sing inside his head 'I got laid! I got laid!' over and over, Harry asked Severus about why the Dursleys had never been kidnapped to tempt Harry to come to their rescue. Snape, in his usual quiet way made little of the contribution he had made.

“I told the Dark Lord that you were not close to your Muggle family and I rather exaggerated the abuse you had suffered at their hands. I hinted that you'd been kept like an animal, chained and filthy before the letter came, and after you went to Hogwarts you only saw your family once a year, merely enough to ensure the blood protection of your mother was still active. I assured the Dark Lord that if he took and killed them, he would be doing you a favour, as with them in the world, there was a chance that you would one day succumb to evil and destroy them. And then, of course, you would be ripe for the Dark Lord's taking.”

Harry leaned in and kissed Severus gently. “You never stop protecting us Evanses do you? You're always there to save the day.”

“Always,” Severus agreed, thinking of another time he had said that word and how much the world had changed since. A part of him mourned the man he had been, back when he had been insulated in his own aloofness. Now he was more open to hurt than he had ever allowed himself to be before – for the first time in his life he had been physically intimate with someone else, but more than that, he was letting this young man into his house and his life, and what happened if that 'Always' of Severus', that Harry said he felt too, wasn't forever?
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