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Wisteria	By : Morosemordant Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Wisteria

Harry/Severus & Harry/Blaise

Warnings: Rape, abuse, slash (male/male pairings), violence, language, sexual situations… NOT KID FRIENDLY

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make money from the brand name. Most characters are JK Rowling’s as well as Warner entertainment’s property. I do not own nor do I intend to infringe upon licensing or copyrights.

Chapter Two: Darling

Harry walked in a haze. His feet carried him to his dorms, but his mind carried him far away. He wasn’t in a happy place, it wasn’t sunny nor was it pleasant. It was quiet and Harry could think there.

As he slipped behind the dark of his bed curtains Harry’s trance snapped and he was left with a chilling reality. No one was going to help him; he was good and thoroughly stuck. Voldemort was gone, and yet his life had gotten no better for It. His misery was a permanent permeable force which was soaking his being to the bone and seeping through his pores only to freeze to his raw nerves. As he sat there, on the red comforters which offered no comfort he could only cry the tears denied him his whole life through.

Silenced since infancy he let out a gut wrenching scream which left his throat torn and bleeding, his whole body shook with the force of his sobs as he folded over himself. Hid behind drapes and silencing spells he curled over himself, nearly ripping the clothes on his back with the force of his hands wrapped among them.

His healing charms weren’t working. His body was resisting them, and the blood kept coming; who could he go to for this?

“I TRIED DAMNIT! Damned piece of shit can’t do a damned thing can you. You fucking FREAK!” His research, the papers he worked so hard on, the neat script was smudged with much more than tears.

“Vigoratus Vieo!” Harry aimed shakily at one of the many marks on his chest. Blaise had found a new cutting spell.

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Harry woke to the sounds of shuffling and a dry mouth. His head was pounding and his clothes were stuck to his skin. Sitting up slowly he quickly noticed how heavy his arms and legs were. Harry rolled over groaning at the pain in his body. Chills wracked his body as he struggled out of the bed and into the bathroom. Not noticing the looks his dorm mates gave him.

The brunette splashed his face with cold water and went about stripping the clothes from his wounds. Tearing some open he hissed at the pulling sting and gritted his teeth as the last of his clothes were removed. Harry stepped under the hot spray of water and nearly wept at the pain and relief that flowed through him. Washing away the crust of blood he stared at the pink flowing down the drain in detached fascination.

“Hey mate, what kind of duel did you get into last night?” Harry jumped and dropped the soap he had been holding, he stared at Ron for a long moment before the words registered and he chuckled darkly.

“No one important mate. Hey can you hand me the purple potion in my night stand, I might need your help with these.” Harry pointed at his back and heard his friend wince at the sight. The wounds were red and swollen weeping red down his back over a few of his yellowed bruises from a day before.

“I’ll be right back.” Ron said quickly as he left. A moment later after hearing some shuffling and a curse the redhead reappeared in the bathroom with a frown.

“ I can’t find it in any of your things mate, I’m going to go get Pomfrey, you stay here ok Harry?” Harry cursed and stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel gingerly drying off.

“Ron, Pomfrey is on leave remember? New family member or something. Just go grab one of the potions from her store.”

“ I don’t think I should Harry, ‘Mione will kill me.” Ron frowned and then an idea lit his face and he got up to leave, but turned back to shout before running off. “ I know what I’ll do Harry, just stay here and trust me, ok?”

Harry sighed and sat on one of the benches and looked at himself in the mirror and began berating himself for being careless.

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Ron sat outside of the office for what seemed like hours, the door was opened but he refused to look in on what he could hear was his professor rushing about his rooms. Cursing could be heard over the shuffling, something Ron may have laughed at had it been any other situation.

The red head knew something was missing from his friends story, no matter what scenario he could think up that would end up with Harry in such a state he came back to the same conclusion. Harry was lying, no one would have been able to inflict that much damage in a simple school duel, especially not as close in range as the wounds were inflicted.

The smash of glass shook him from his reverie and he looked toward the door as a litany of curse came forth. The swishing of a black cloak and the slam of the heavy oak door and they were on their way. Up flight after flight of stairs, up to the seventh story, past classrooms and corridors and Ron could barely breath as he struggled to keep up. His professor however seemed to not even notice.

They stood for a second before the boy realized they needed the password. The professor only gazed at him expectantly and then curiously as he mumbled.

“Apple Butter.”

The stairway up to the bathrooms seemed to go on for forever as they climbed. Ron knocked on the oak door hesitantly. Leaning forward to speak when he got no answer.

“Harry… Harry can I come in?” He waited a few seconds before pushing the door open slowly. “Har…” Ron gasped at the sight before him, only barely registering his professors shock. He stood numb, still, and gaping at the boy before him.

“Professor I only left for a second…” Too late was his response as he was knocked to the ground when the teacher swept past him.

“Mr. Potter, you idiot boy.” The potions master knelt and picked the boy up into his arms and checked his pulse. He had only held the boy a moment and already his robes were soaked with blood. Snape pulled a dark yellow potion from his robes and opened it with his teeth poring it into the slack mouth. He rubbed along the pale cold throat, sweeping a salve from his other pocket afterwards.

“Weasley rub this into the wounds… Don’t look so faint if you do not do this he WILL die.” Ron swallowed and walked forward dropping to the floor and grabbing his friends wrist gingerly. The slick loose flesh under his fingers slid between his fingers and he had to hold his jaw clenched for fear he would vomit. In a detached manner he could count the veins, the number of cuts, could make out the difference in textures, this was muscle, that as skin, that was bone and the yellow that would pull away with the red was potion and fat.

The Professor leaned over to check his work in between his attempts at respiratory spells. One breath, a little spluttering, a faint pulse and he would have to try another as the spell would lose power. They watched the flesh pull together and knit into a silvery line sink deep below the healthy flesh. It would be weeks before the skin would resemble a normal scar.

With a grunt of frustration and a sneer the professor leaned down and held the nose of the boy sprawled on the tiles. Wiping blood from Harry’s mouth Severus touched their lips together and breathed deep into him, a pale glow was emitting from their conjoined mouths, and Ron was shocked. The Professor was giving up some of his own magic to save the Gryffindor.

Harry stirred beneath his teacher, eyes blurry and dry. His limbs hurt to move and he realized that a mouth was over his own. He panicked.

“Blaise no stop please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it!” He croaked out as good as he could once he pushed the dark blur away from his face. He back up as best his body would allow curling towards the bench with his back towards the two in the room, and realized belatedly that he was only wearing a towel.

“Mr. Potter, you will be serving detention with me every night after dinner until the end of the school year do you understand?” Snape said as he checked the boys pulse again after handing him a teal potion in a dark glass flask. Harry was still staring wild eyed.
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