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Death of a Raven	By : dime Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 7805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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2.
Detention

Harry was thinking dark thoughts on his way down to the dungeons. He
had promised Raven to have fun, and now what had he done? Landed
himself in detention with Snape. And together with Malfoy, no less!
Could he be doing anything that was less fun?

He snorted.

Even now, he should be busy finding out all those little things in
life that he had been denied until now: all about levity, love and
sex. Sex especially. Love would come in good time - or so he hoped
-, but sex? He saw no reason to wait any longer on that front.
Everyone else had been busy gathering their first hesitant, fumbling
experiences around him for some time, so why shouldn't he indulge, as
well? After all, there was no Dark Lord out there to kill anyone
involved with Harry Potter any longer. He was free to really start
enjoying life to the fullest.

But no. This evening would be spent in the company of the two men who
hated him more than anyone else, with the possible exception of his
dearly be-hated relatives. The fact that Malfoy and Snape were men
would not even have deterred him much, he thought idly, but... Sex
with Malfoy? Or Snape?

Harry gave a mock-shudder and laughed about his own ridiculous
thoughts. Just where did all that vivid imagination stem from?

Twenty minutes later, all thoughts of fantasies and fun were forced
from his mind as he stirred his cauldron in fevered concentration
while trying to make sense of Snape's directions on the correct
brewing of an aphrodisiac.

"...and it is important not to add too much Dragon spice lest
the target person overexert themselves. There have been tales of
people who died because they were unable to stop... Did you
understand that, Potter?" he sniped. Harry nodded as he
carefully measured the correct amount of the spice and dropped it
into his cauldron.

"Really now? I bet you, Potter, know exactly of what I am
speaking, do you not? The famous Boy Who Lived must have a true
stream of admirers come knocking at his door night after night,"
Snape guessed with a grin that was oddly reminiscent of a leer.

Looks
like I'm not the only one with an over-active imagination around
here, Harry thought. He silently
continued stirring as he wondered how Snape spent his evenings. Maybe
the teacher had to rely on his own fantasies just as regularly as
Harry did... Ugh, he really could have done without that mental
image!

...Or could he? On further thought, Harry decided that there were
worse things to think about than Snape. The man must be hiding a lean
and exquisite body under those high-necked robes if the slender
fingers were any indication. Harry could only imagine what fingers
like these were capable of doing.

Harry
felt his cheeks colouring and decided that this was neither the time
nor place to be pondering Snape's fingers. Focus on the
potion, he firmly told himself.
So, what was next? He hazarded an inquiring glance at Malfoy's
ingredients. But... where was Malfoy?

A breathy whisper against his neck answered that question only a
moment later.

"Your cheeks turn red at the mere mention of your lovers? Nights
at Gryffindor tower must be hot indeed, Potter!"

Harry
gulped. Malfoy was so close... too
close! When had he gotten over here anyway? Harry had been so
intensely focussed on Snape's words who had explained about the
potion and...

"Malfoy!
What do you think you're doing?!" Harry furiously turned around.
Malfoy had dared to
touch his ass! Harry drew himself up to yell at Malfoy, shower him
with each and every foul insult he had ever heard, but one look at
Malfoy's face shut him up. The other boy had red cheeks and a
feverish gleam in his eyes. His breath came in heavy pants and his
hands were already making another go at Harry's behind.

"Malfoy! Stop that, it isn't funny!" Harry nervously tried
to withdraw and bumped into his desk.

"You are right for once, Potter. This is indeed not just for
fun, but rather serious."

Harry stared at the Slytherin. What was Malfoy playing at? Was this
yet another plan to hurt and humiliate him? What was he trying to get
out of it?

Harry's insecure gaze flickered towards Snape. The teacher did not
seem inclined to stop the boys in their little... situation. Rather,
he was reclining in his chair, eyes half-lidded and hands stapled on
his knees.

Harry turned back to face Draco, who had used Harry's moment of
inattention to draw his wand. Before Harry knew what was happening,
he found himself tied hands and feet onto a nearby table, with Draco
Malfoy bent over his supine form and slowly beginning to unbutton his
shirt.

Harry gasped. "Malfoy, what the fuck did you take? Or did the
potion fumes get to you?"

"None of that. I am merely granting myself a long-harboured
wish..."

"You're crazy! You've lost it, Malfoy! I don't know what's up
with Snape today, but once he realizes what you're doing to me, he'll
have your ass!"

Harry
was baffled by the smile his words evoked on Malfoy's face. Not
deterred in the least, Malfoy stripped Harry of his robe to get
better access to the shirt. "I know
what's up with Snape, and he will not 'have my ass' - he already
had that last night. No, Harry"
- the way Malfoy said his first name sent shivers running down
Harry's spine - "tonight, it won't be my arse on display, but
yours!"

With these words, Malfoy opened Harry's last shirt buttons and
happily took in the skin his actions had laid bare. He seemed to like
what he saw, for he licked his lips as though in anticipation.

"Professor Snape," Harry called out in distress, "don't
you think it might be time for you to step in here?"

The professor slowly stood up and made his way over to them. He
exchanged a look with Malfoy and the younger man retreated slightly
to grant him access to the table. Then Professor Snape was looming
over Harry.

"Perhaps you are right, Mister Potter, this might be a good time
for me to start participating in this little game. After all, this
was as much my idea as it was Draco's..." With these words, the
professor stripped an utterly shocked Harry of his shoes and socks
with a single flick of his wand.

"Professor?!" Harry croaked, "You've got to be kidding
me!"

Draco Malfoy wanting to humiliate Harry was one thing, but Snape
molesting a student? Harry began seriously doubting his own mind.
Maybe he was hallucinating?

The hand that suddenly appeared between his legs and roughly gripped
him, however, felt very real indeed.

Harry gave a startled yelp. No one had ever touched him there!

Right now, it would have been quite understandable were Harry
terrified to the point of fainting, or maybe disgusted and ready to
have the earth swallow him to hide his embarrassment. He was confused
when he noticed that this was not the case. When he realized that
these two men were indeed serious about their plans for him, all he
felt was feverish excitement and burning curiosity.

He rose up as far as his bonds permitted and gasped when he saw that
the hand between his legs belonged to none other than his hated
Potions teacher. Meanwhile, Malfoy had stepped behind the professor
and began disrobing the man. Harry's eyes bulged in disbelief,
Malfoy's earlier comments having passed him by completely. Could this
mean...?

He knew Snape was always giving Malfoy preferred treatment in class.
Could this be the reason for it? Were these two... an item?

Snape's next words left little doubt about his conclusions in Harry's
mind.

"Draco, do you think it wise to make him privy to our
relationship?"

"Why not?", came the breathy answer. "We will have to
erase his memory after the deed either way, so what does it matter?"

So that was their plan. Get him into detention for some minor
offence, use him for their pleasure, then turn him out with no
memories of the incident and go on as though nothing happened? Bloody
Slytherins!

He was just about to give voice to what exactly he thought about that
idea when Malfoy drew Snape into a long, deep kiss. Harry's breath
hitched.

Merlin,
that's hot!

No. What was he thinking? This was not 'hot', it was bloody Malfoy
and Snape! His enemies! Two men! Why would he ever call such a thing
'hot', even in his mind?

Suddenly, Raven's words echoed through his thoughts.

"I
remember that the deaths that hurt me the most were not those of the
ones I had thought to be the most important people in my life, but of
someone quite different. I suppose such things are always much
clearer in hindsight."

"What
are you saying?"

"I
am trying to tell you that love and other emotions do not always grow
strongest where we would have them. You need to keep an open mind, do
you hear me? Or you might lose the chance at something incredibly
precious..."

Hum. Could Raven have been talking about something like this? He
surely had never been expecting Snape and Malfoy to have any feelings
besides disgust and hatred for him, and be it mere lust. Nor would he
have believed himself capable of ever seeing them in a positive
light.

His own body, though, was talking in a different language today. When
he saw those two men kiss, it reacted. A tension built in his lower
body that only grew stronger as the kiss lengthened and became near
unbearable as he watched the men's hands roam over their partner's
body when they deepened the kiss. There was no denying the fact that
Snape and Malfoy were indeed hot.

When the two men broke for air, Malfoy glanced at his still tightly
bound victim. A startled "Oh!" betrayed his surprise at
what he saw. He stepped closer to Harry and thoroughly scrutinised
his bound form. "Severus, do you see what I am seeing?"

Snape stepped beside Malfoy and also paid Harry's half-stripped body
close attention. His lewd gaze drove blood into Harry's cheeks.

"I believe we see the same thing, Draco, and it pleases me,"
he stated with obvious amusement.

Harry tried to follow the two men's gazes and was utterly ashamed to
realize that they rested in his crotch, where the material of his
pants was by now stretched rather painfully taught.

"Standing straight at attention," Malfoy said with awe.
With a hopeful voice he asked Snape "Do you think...?"

Snape focussed on Harry's face with a calculating gaze. "Harry,"
he now addressed him by his first name. The effect it had on the
trapped boy was immediate and obvious. An excited shiver ran down his
spine and made his limbs tremble. Neither Snape nor Malfoy failed to
notice. "What do you think when you see us kiss?"

Harry didn't have to think long about that one. "I think I'd
like to see more than just a kiss."

The reactions that statement got him far exceeded his wildest dreams.
Malfoy hissed like a scalded cat while Snape truly lost his cold
smile for a moment and just stared at him in disbelief. Had he not
been limited by the bonds, Harry would have curled up and held his
stomach, shaking with laughter. As it was, he merely chuckled
quietly, which again caused some interesting reactions in his two
capturers.

Suddenly, the bonds vanished from Harry's limbs and he felt himself
being roughly grasped below both arms. Without further ado, his two
former enemies dragged him up and through the door at the far end of
the classroom, which led to Snape's private quarters. They only
stopped when they reached the large four-poster bed spanned with
black silk sheets, on which they proceeded to dump Harry very
matter-of-factly.

Harry was still wearing his pants, but under the scrutiny of both
Malfoy and Snape, he felt as naked as a new-born child. Suddenly
self-conscious, he drew his legs close and sat up, hunched over his
knees. He looked up uncertainly from underneath his fringe at the two
men who so unexpectedly were making a move on him today.

His shy reaction brought a wide grin to Malfoy's face, accompanied by
a whispered "Sweet!"

Snape, however, was frowning. "Harry, we did understand you
correctly, didn't we? You do want this?"

Harry looked at him suspiciously. In a challenging tone to hide his
insecurity, he barked: "Since when do you care? You're going to
obliviate me once it's over, anyway!"

Malfoy's voice betrayed some hesitation as he admitted: "Indeed,
that was our original plan..."

Harry snorted.

"...but at the time, we were convinced you would never consent
to it."

"And so you decided to simply do it without my consent? Why
thank you!"

Snape shot him an irritated glance. "Harry Potter, have you any
idea of how long I have been wanting you?"

Harry made a very good stranded fish impression.

"And I," Malfoy added. "I have been fascinated by you
since first we met, by third year it had developed into an outright
obsession. In fifth year, I was finally convinced that I would never
be happy with anyone but you."

"I don't understand!" Harry frowned. "I thought you
are with Snape?"

"Have you ever heard the term 'friends with benefits', Potter?"
Snape answered his question with one of his own. "Draco
eventually found out why I never stopped observing you and confronted
me with his deductions. We realized our mutual unfulfilled desire for
you and decided to help each other over not being able to have you."

Harry
gulped. "I'm honoured," he croaked. If he were being honest
with himself, it was a rather uplifting thought that these two
fine specimen were pining over him. What did it matter what they
would have done if...? Important was only the here and now. And right
now, he was sitting half-stripped on Snape's bed, discussing the
motifs of two highly edible men and pondering the ifs and buts of
something that was now never going to happen... What an utter waste
of time.

Draco's thoughts seemed to have come to a similar
conclusion, for he suddenly asked: "So, about our question..."

"Whether I want you?" Harry threw a
pointed glance at his own bulging pants. "What does it look
like?"

Malfoy grinned and even Snape indulged in an
amused smile.

"Although..."

"What is it, Harry?" Malfoy asked,
sitting swiftly down on the bed besides Harry and cupping Harry's
cheek in one hand.

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing, but..."
Harry trailed off again.

"You can tell us, Harry," Snape said,
sitting down on Harry's other side. His hand found its way back to
Harry's lower thigh, where apparently it had been rather happy
before.

"I don't know how to say this, but I've never... I mean..."

Snape's eyes were fraught with sudden understanding and he asked
kindly: "You've never done things with a boy?"

"Well, actually..." Harry felt heat creeping up his cheeks
once more and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"You've never done it at all?" Malfoy whispered in a voice
heavy with disbelief.

Harry felt the two men exchange a long gaze over his head. Then he
heard Malfoy say: "Severus, I think Christmas has come early..."

---

Harry felt a hand gripping his chin and tenderly, but determinedly
raising his face until he looked directly into the warmth of the
silver-grey eyes that belonged to one Draco Malfoy.

"No reason to be ashamed," the young man told him. Harry
suddenly found it difficult to tear his eyes from the tender lips
that were softly opening and closing as the other man spoke. He was
only marginally aware of Malfoy telling him that "really, it is
great that you have no experience whatsoever. We can teach you
everything..." With these words, Malfoy leaned in until his lips
met Harry's. Harry let it happen and enjoyed the touch of the
well-groomed, soft lips to his own. When Malfoy flipped his tongue
against Harry's lips, he readily let him in. His thoughts and
emotions were still in chaotic turmoil from the heavy change in
perception he had incurred in a mere five minutes. He was not yet
ready to take any conscious action of his own, so for now, he simply
waited to see what Malfoy would do next, and reacted. Malfoy took
advantage of Harry's compliance to thoroughly explore Harry's mouth
with his tongue. The flexible muscle touched against Harry's palate,
the gums and finally nudged against the boy's tongue. Harry groaned.
It was so warm, and soft!

Harry's brain was starting to get involved in the action. He was
feverishly asking himself whether Malfoy might expect a specific
reaction to what he was doing. The thought was eliminated from his
brain when Snape suddenly leaned against his back. The teacher bent
down until Harry could feel the man's breath against his neck. Then
he began to gently nibble at Harry's left earlobe. Harry's thoughts
made one final roaring surge - and then withdrew to stop
distracting his body from its pleasure.

Suddenly the teeth were abandoning his ear. Harry was about to make
his displeasure known with a deep growl when he felt Snape's tongue
thrusting into his ear, the sensation wet and titillating. Harry
sucked in his breath - or rather, he would have done that had not
his mouth been blocked by Malfoy's still. So instead, he found
himself sucking on Malfoy's tongue. Malfoy's eyes widened and he
groaned into Harry's mouth.

Huh. That wasn't so bad.

Harry was curious how much he might make the ice prince of Slytherin
lose his composure. He sucked on the tongue for a second time, this
time consciously and quite a bit stronger. He was rewarded with a
loud, humming moan. At the same time he felt Draco's hand clutching
his hair to press their mouths yet more tightly together.

Severus dipped his tongue into Harry's ear once again, eliciting a
mutual muffled groan from both boys. Finally, Draco let go of Harry,
detaching his mouth from the Gryffindor's to catch his breath.

Harry was just finding his bearing again when a hand came from behind
to grab his hip and resolutely turn him around. Harry raised his head
and met the veiled gaze of his teacher. Then Severus lowered his
mouth upon Harry's. The Potions Master's kiss differed from Draco's
like bitter chocolate from vanilla ice-cream: where Draco had been
gentle and careful, Severus was hard and demanding. Still, Harry
found both kisses thoroughly intoxicating. Severus unexpectedly
tasted of something both sweet and spicy, and Harry found his
demanding nature incredibly exciting. Harry permitted Severus to,
like Draco, explore every last nook and cranny of his mouth. So far,
he was quite happy to pass on all responsibility and simply let
himself drift, enjoying whatever the two men decided to do to him.

While Severus was kissing Harry, Draco got busy unbuckling Harry's
belt. Once finished with the task, he opened Harry's pants and slowly
slipped one hand inside.

Severus, however, had other plans. "Don't you think it is time
we showed Harry what we have to offer?" he asked, taking Draco's
left hand and pulling it towards his own clothes.

Draco hesitantly agreed, pulling free his right hand and attacking
Severus' buttons while the man took care of Draco's own. Draco's
shirt was the first to fall.

Harry sat in his spot and watched, enthralled, as Severus gently
pushed Draco down to the mattress and proceeded to relieve the blond
of his trousers. When the young Slytherin was left wearing nothing
but his boxer shorts, Severus leaned over him and began sucking on
his nipples. Utterly fascinated, Harry watched as the little rosy
buds slowly stiffened. He leaned forward a little to have a better
view.

Draco moaned and fisted his hands into the bedding over his head when
Severus started to let his hands roam over Draco's body in addition
to his lips. When they encountered the seam of Draco's silken boxer
shorts, the hands hesitated a bit before decisively pulling down this
last item of clothing. Leaning back to drop the boxers to the floor
beside the bed, Severus was surprised to notice that Harry had leaned
over further yet, until the tip of his nose nearly touched Draco's
body. With a shy, yet at the same time fascinated gaze, he inspected
the erect penis of the blond boy splayed on the bed before him.

Snape drew back a little to give free hand to Harry. He did not want
to interrupt the boy; he was rather curious what he would do.

Harry, for his part, had hardly noticed that he had moved from his
previous spot. His eyes were glued to Draco's member standing firm
and hard between his thighs. Would the skin on it be as soft and
tender as the rest of the well-groomed Malfoy?

One way
to find out.

Hesitating only a little, Harry extended his hand to lay it softly
against the object of his desire. Draco acknowledged the gesture with
a deep moan.

The skin truly was as amazingly soft as he had imagined, Harry
noticed with delight as he trailed his fingers up and down the shaft
a few times, his grasp strengthening with each pass. Caught up in his
explorations, Harry barely noticed Draco's highly vocal response to
his actions.

Severus watched with baited breath how this inexperienced boy was
driving Draco rapidly towards completion, apparently working on pure
instinct. However, a frown was spreading on the young man's face.
Harry was withdrawing his hand and staring at it, seeming to find
some fault with it. He completely ignored Draco's whine at the sudden
loss of touch. Severus' excitement grew when Harry turned back
towards Draco's pulsing manhood and slowly lowered his head. Surely
he will not...?

Harry did.

After noticing that Draco's skin was as soft as that of a new-born
kitten even *there*, his own hand with all its welts and
imperfections born of Quidditch and gardening work had suddenly
seemed much too rough for the job. It wasn't right to touch the rosy
member in front of him with such an inferior tool. Yet touch it he
must. He frowned unhappily.

Oh, now he had it. This was the way to go.

Smiling, he lowered his head and softly touched Draco's tip with his
lips. Draco shuddered and his hips snapped up towards Harry.

Why not,
Harry thought and opened his mouth.

Draco
uttered a little scream when Harry's mouth suddenly engulfed him. Had
he been wondering only minutes before how he might pleasure Harry, he
now had to realize that Harry had taken matters into his own hands...
or rather, mouth... Thinking had become a matter of some difficulty.
His body started spasming uncontrollably, surging up towards Harry's
incredible hot mouth until finally, with a shout of joy, he came.

Harry
sat up and drew a hand over his mouth. Huh. Salty. He
hadn't quite been expecting that. Looking down on Draco, he pondered
that he had, after all, managed to affect the Slytherin even without
the benefits of a vast experience. Odd; he hadn't set out to actively
do anything. Rather,
he had been expecting to have things done to him.
His curiosity, however, had steered him down a different path. And
since neither Draco nor Severus had stopped him, well...

Actually, where was Severus?

Even as he thought this, two long, thin hands took hold of his hips
and turned him around, pushing him forward until his eyes were once
again level with Draco's crotch. Only, said crotch was no longer
within his reach, the blond boy having withdrawn a little to lean
against one of the bed posts where he watched Harry out of
half-lidded, heavy eyes.

Meanwhile, the hands let go of Harry's hips to grasp his clothes
instead, pulling down trousers and pants with one sharp tug. Then,
Harry was turned around and came face to face with Severus, who
tugged off his pants all the way and dropped them carelessly over the
side of the bed, where they came to rest with Draco's boxer shorts.

Harry gulped. Severus looked damn determined. What exactly was he
going to do now...?

The Potions Master leered at him. "Do you mean to beg off now,
after waving that delicious arse in my face the whole time?"

Harry looked up at him doubtfully. He was rather sure that answering
"No." would not be well received. However, he was feeling
extremely naked (which he was), as well as extremely vulnerable.
Severus had spoken of a wish to possess him. What if he
planned to go about that equally as roughly as he had just now
undressed him?

He felt a little queasy.

Severus frowned. Harry had told them that he had never had sex.
Still, he could not comprehend the boy's sudden withdrawal. Had he
changed his mind, after all?

They could still go back to the original plan, he pondered. Though
I don't believe Draco would be terribly impressed with that strategy
any more. His gaze swept over the replete boy at the other end of
the bed, who in turn was mustering him attentively.

"What ever am I to do with this shy Gryffindor virgin?" he
asked a bit scornfully.

"Oh, I have a few suggestions..." came the cheeky response.

Severus looked at Draco in surprise. "You do not mind if I am
the one to...?"

Draco gave him a lopsided grin. "He made sure that I couldn't do
it any time soon - and you haven't yet got to do much at all. So do
go ahead, please."

"Hey!" Harry finally inserted himself into the
conversation, "I'm not a thing to be handed around!" His
doubts were momentarily forgotten in the face of their presumption.
"I believe that should be my decision, don't you?"

"But it is," Severus answered slyly. "You decided to
put Draco out of commission."

Oh. Looking at it that way... Harry gave a put-upon sigh, but it was
pure reflex. Severus' half-arsed argument had actually convinced him.
"Well alright, I suppose I can be grateful if I can remember
tonight at all twenty-four hours from now, so I shouldn't be so
picky..."

Severus looked hurt. "Am I not good enough for you?"

Harry was puzzled. Until that moment, he really hadn't given it much
thought.

Did he find Severus attractive?

Well,
not counting the greasy hair, he's not so bad to look at.

Did he want Severus to touch him? He remembered Severus' hand between
his legs.

Definitely.

Would he be able to submit to this man?

He
tastes good. He's been wanting me for years. I want to know more
about sex and he's ready to teach me. Hmmm...

He noticed that his long silence had made Severus somewhat insecure.
Already the man had taken his hands off Harry and pulled back a
little.

Harry quickly diminished the irksome distance between them. He laid
both his hands on Severus' shoulders and looked in his eyes.

"I have only seen so little of you yet..." This being said,
he started undressing the man.

Severus looked at him in surprise, but let him proceed. Once his
upper body was laid bare, he stood up and removed his remaining
garments himself. Harry sat on the bed in front of him and watched
avidly while the Potions Master's entire slender body was revealed.
What he saw made him catch his breath.

Severus noticed the far-off look that spread on the boy's face as
Harry leant forward to stare intensely at his crotch.

"Not this time, my friend," Severus' silky voice
interrupted Harry's movement. "I take it you plan to make both
Draco and me incapable of performing?"

With his hand half extended towards Severus, the boy seemed to wake
up as from a trance and gave his teacher a guilty look. "Oops?"

The tall man with the usually sinister face was looking at Harry with
quite a different expression, causing a sudden rise in the boy's
blood temperature. Severus was... hot.

Harry put up no more resistance when the Potions teacher pushed him
back onto the cushions and watched excitedly as he extended a hand
towards Draco who handed over a small tube of lotion. Severus put
down the lotion on the cushions next to Harry's head and leaned down
a little more to draw Harry into another wet and hard kiss. At the
same time, the fingers of his left hand were drawing circles on
Harry's chest, spiralling downwards and slowing down to circle the
Gryffindor's navel.

Harry's erection sill proudly stood between his legs. When Severus'
hand softly brushed against it, he sobbed with desire.

"Well, Harry, will you allow me now to take what you have been
waving in front of my face for the better part of ten minutes?"

Harry looked at the man above him utterly bewildered. What was he
supposed to have waved? After a moment more of puzzled staring, Harry
thought: Whatever it be, let him have it, if only he would
continue!

Making an effort to produce a strained smile, Harry nodded.

Severus looked at the wicked smile on the teen's smile with some
wonder. Does he have any idea what he looks like just now?

"Yumm," Draco suddenly murmured. He was sitting up in his
corner of the bed and watching Harry out of hungry eyes.

"Draco, a little patience please; he is mine now, " Severus
mildly scolded.

Draco answered with a cheeky grin and purred: "I have no
intention to take him away from you, Severus, but surely you do not
mind if I help you to prepare him?" Not waiting for an answer,
he plunged down.

Whatever
are they talking about? Harry
wondered a bit daftly and stretched lazily. Have they
forgotten about me?

Just then he felt Draco's hot, wet tongue enter his crack. He
screamed.

"Do you like that, Harry?" Severus' dark, silky voice
purred in his ear. While Draco kneeled between Harry's legs,
massaging his arse with his hands and pleasuring his pucker with his
tongue, Severus pulled Harry into another searing kiss that utterly
obliterated all conscious thought.

"Huh?" Harry suddenly gasped. The divine tongue had left
his opening and been replaced by something a lot more solid. He
gently pushed Severus off and sat up to watch how Draco slowly
inserted a finger into him.

"Wha...?"

"We have to prepare you," Draco explained with a smile, "or
you won't be able to enjoy it."

Of course. That made sense.

Wait. What?

Severus seemed to take pleasure in Harry's befuddlement, for his
breath at Harry's ear now came in little stuttering chuckles. "I
take it you have never thought about what two men do together in
bed?"

Harry looked at him cluelessly. "Umh... no?"

Fuzzy memories of pain and humiliation surfaced from his
sub-conscious when he wrecked his brains for some clue as to sexual
relations between men. Memories he had stolen from Raven. They
weren't good memories and Harry was pretty sure that there was a good
reason why the protective charm had kept them from him until now.
Surely something that felt this vile and painful even at a weak
mental touch could not be what sex was meant to be all about? His
hurried search through the memories certainly did not yield any
results for lube and preparation...

Draco surfaced from in-between Harry's legs and scrutinized the
Gryffindor. Turning to Severus, he observed: "Utterly clueless.
Is that an advantage or a disadvantage, you think?"

The tall man was still smirking. "Well, if Harry does not know
what's coming, he can approach it with unbiased joy. Nice," he
said, trying to convey with his eyes that he should not expound on
the issues any further so as not to scare Harry off. If the boy
tensed in the anticipation of pain, it would not be a good experience
for him and they might end up erasing his memories after all.

Draco grinned and after a quick nod sank back between Harry's legs.
Harry looked from one to the other with obvious puzzlement, intent on
asking more questions, when once again he felt Draco's tongue inside
him, followed by a finger - and all his questions deserted him. Why
worry? Something that felt so good couldn't be bad. If there was
something he needed to know, he was sure the two men would tell him.
If they said nothing, that's probably because there was nothing to
say and he could just lean back and enjoy...

"Ooouch!" Harry sat up with a yell and stared at Draco with
horrified eyes. Damn, but that hurt! "What are you doing?!"

Draco looked up at Harry in mild irritation. "Stretching you,
still. "

"But it didn't hurt like that before! What did you... did
you..." At a loss for words, he lamely finished with: "-
put in there?"

"Well, so far, three fingers."

"Three?!" Harry blanched. "Is that necessary?" He
couldn't imagine how three fingers could fit in *there* all at once.
Also, he still wasn't entirely sure as to the purpose of this now
decidedly unpleasant exercise.

"Harry," Snape explained with more patience than he had
shown in seven years of classes, "a lot more can fit in there.
But first, you have to be stretched. Then it won't be a problem at
all."

"More?" Harry's eyes nervously chased back and forth
between Draco and Severus. "Like wha-"

The two men could see the proverbial light bulb being switched on in
Harry's head.

"No. No, no, no. THAT's not up for discussion. It's supposed to
fit in there? U-un. No way! You've got to be kidding me!"

Horrified, he tried to escape from the two strange creatures in bed
with him. Whom apparently he knew even less that he'd previously
thought, if they really thought something like that a good
idea. They couldn't possibly...!

"Harry. We're not going to hurt you." That was Draco.

"I am fairly convinced that you will enjoy it." Snape.

"Enjoy it?! Are you out of your mind??!!!" Harry was livid.
"I mean, have you ever stopped to consider how BIG he is?!"
He raised an accusing finger towards Snape.

Who merely smirked at him. "Did you mean that as a compliment,
Harry?"

Harry's face developed a bright red flush and he quickly drew back
his hand. "I... uhm... that is to say..." He didn't get any
further than that, for Snape had sealed his lips with a kiss.
Meanwhile, Draco lightly tapped against his erection. Harry
shuddered.

"More...!" he gasped when Severus released his lips.

"My pleasure," Draco grinned and took Harry into his mouth.

Fireworks exploded in Harry's head. He couldn't think clearly.
Draco's warm mouth engulfed his most private part, while the blond's
hands were gently kneading his balls.

But suddenly the wet warmth was gone. Harry was about to complain
when he felt Draco's mouth closing around his balls and the complaint
died a silent death upon his lips. What a feeling!

"Aaaah!"

"Do you like that?" Severus breathed into his ear.

"Yes..."

"Do you want to experience even more intense feelings?"
Following his words, Severus took hold of Harry's left nipple and
started toying with it teasingly.

"Oh... YES..." Harry uttered laboriously.

"Then stop resisting." Severus brought his mouth down on
the nipple while his fingers wandered over to the right one. At the
same time, Draco too changed his target and Harry once again felt a
slick, warm finger against his entrance.

He wanted to protest, but Severus, noticing his distress, heartily
bit his nipple. Harry gasped, totally stumped by the new impression
firing up his already tense nerves. He totally failed to notice the
finger slipping into him, followed right away by a second one. Then
Draco took up the play with his balls again and Harry was so
distracted that it took him several minutes to become aware of the
two fingers moving inside him, spreading and drawing back together
like the blades of a pair of scissors.

Eventually, the fingers withdrew and he noticed absently that
Severus' mouth and hands left his torso as the man took Draco's
place. What was going to happen now?

The first thing that 'happened' was Draco. The Slytherin had lain
down flanking Harry and started sucking on his throat. Harry gasped,
surprised. At that moment, he felt something big and hard touching
his entrance. Before he had a chance to protest, Snape had plunged
into him balls-deep.

Harry's world exploded in pain.

Like a dam breaking, memories flooded his thoughts in wild disarray.
In some corner of his consciousness, he was aware that they were not
his memories, but Raven's; that it really had been a dam breaking.
Raven's spell seemed to have been weakened by Harry's intense
feelings and finally snapped when sharp anal pain was added into the
mix.

The knowledge did nothing to protect him from the pain and the shame
accompanying the memories. For all intents and purposes, they were
his own.

… He
screamed like a mad man as Voldemort pushed into him again and again.
Harry had never had sex before and he hadn't known that this act
meant for mutual satisfaction could be perverted into a means for
humiliation and torture.

Voldemort
signalled Lucius Malfoy. The Death Eater grabbed Harry's hair and
forced his head up. Harry's screams abruptly ceased when Lucius'
flesh penetrated his mouth...

"Breath... I need to... breathe..."

… He
lay on the floor of his cell. Macnair was explaining that it was his
anniversary: He'd been Voldemort's prisoner for a full ten years. To
mark the occasion, Macnair had come up with something special.

Raven -
it had been a long time since he thought of himself as 'Harry' -
looked at the Death Eater with a blank face, but inside, he was
trembling. No matter what the other Death Eaters might come up with
and however much it would hurt him, Macnair had something more
perverted and humiliating every time. The man had developed into a
damn good Healer over the years and had finally obtained Voldemort's
permission to visit Raven whenever he wanted, as long as he cleaned
up after himself.

When he
noticed the ring, halter and whip in Macnair's hands, he knew that
today was no exception. When Macnair 'mounted' him, he realized that
the Death Eater had even thought to bring spurs...

"No... please don't... AAAAAAAAHH!!!" Harry curled up into
foetal position and held his sides as thought they pained him.

… His
whole body hurt. His skin hung down in strips where Parkinson had
flayed it. He stood with his hands bound to a pole high above his
head. The pole was set up in the center of Trafalgar Square. Muggles
and wizards were hurrying by with lowered eyes while their once-hope
was trying in vain to scream himself to death. It was the annual
public reminder to the people that it was a bad idea to oppose
Voldemort.

"Beg,"
a voice hissed.

Raven no
longer knew who it was giving the command; no longer knew where he
was or who. He only knew that he had to obey.

"Please...
please..." he regurgitated.

"Please
what, slut?"

"Please...
heal..."

"You
want to be healed? Well, well... I have an offer for you: I will heal
you after I've fucked you. How's that?"

There
had been a time when he would have balked at the thought. But he had
been someone else, then. Now he was Raven, the Saviour-who-Failed,
the Man Without Nobility, Honour, and Meaning. Yes truly, honour was
a concept rather lost on him these days. It only meant additional
pain - that much, at least, he had thoroughly learned...

"Please... please fuck me..."

Severus and Draco looked at each other in horror. Right at Harry's
first scream, Severus had let go of the boy and withdrawn. When Harry
began to spasm and curl up, whimpering with pain etched into every
line on his face, they had spoken every analytical spell known to
them over the boy - yet to all outward appearance, Harry was
perfectly alright.

They were at a complete loss what to do. Did they need to call Mme
Pomfrey?

Then suddenly, there was that comment from Harry.

"Please...
please fuck me..."

"Severus... What's going on?" a distraught Draco asked.

Harry was gasping and squirming on the bed. Sweat and tears were
glistening on his face and now his body was spasming uncontrollably
as he screamed: "Please! Give it to me!"

"I cannot stand it," Severus said with a stony face. He
took up his wand. "Should anything happen to me, please call Mme
Pomfrey. I'm going in. I HAVE to know what is going on. Legilimens!"

Snape's eyes closed and Draco watched horrified as his beloved
teacher's face changed until it was nearly unrecognisable. It nearly
looked like the man was straining to hold back tears. His chin was
vibrating, his eyes were pinched tight. Then a tear ran down his
cheek. A panicked scream rose from his throat. "Harry. NO!!!"

His body twitched, then it fell down limply on top of Harry's.

"Severus? Severus, what happened? SEVERUS!"

"Draco...?"

"Harry, you're back! Thank Merlin! But what about Severus?"

"He's just unconscious. The shock was too much for him. He
believes that was me..."

"You were what?"

"What he saw in my memories. They aren't all mine. They were
supposed to stay under wraps until I was ready to confront them. Only
the spell seems to have broken today. If Severus hadn't called me, I
might have drowned in those memories. What a terrible way to go. If I
imagine being trapped in his memories for the rest of my
life..."

Harry slowly, but steadily turned green. At the last moment, he
leaned over the side of the bed and noisily puked on the bedroom
floor.

Draco gently caressed his back. It was a nice, calming feeling and
Harry leaned into it.

"Harry, I don't understand a word of what you have said. Why are
you carrying someone else's memories around? And why is it so bad
that Severus thought they were yours?"

Harry was spared from answering when Snape chose that moment to come
to with a pronounced groan. Dazedly, he sat up. When he noticed the
two naked boys sitting on the edge of his bed, all colour left his
face.

"Harry! Oh Merlin, why didn't you say anything?! If I had known,
I would never have..."

Harry silenced him with a determined gesture.

"Snape... Severus. I know how this must have looked to you. I
also know it will be difficult for you to believe me since I
sometimes find it hard myself to keep my head straight with all those
jumbled memories. But please let me tell you that no matter how much
you thought that what you saw was me, it was not.

"Just think about it logically: Raven was nearly seventy years
old at the end of his sad history. You must have seen memories where
he was considerably older than I am now. You also know that Voldemort
has only kidnapped me once for a handful of hours; had I been
tortured with more than the Cruciatus on that graveyard, I am
confident you would have extracted that information from Mme Pomfrey.
After all, I know now that you have taken an interest in more than my
bare survival for quite some time now...

"And finally: Should you have seen any memories less than forty
years back, then the mere presence of all of my limbs should be
sufficient proof that I am not Raven!

"...Truth to be told, that is what helps me most. It's something
so tangible. Every day, I remember another little thing about his
life - or rather, his slow death, because that's what he has been
doing for the last - or should I say next? - fifty years, without
much success. I am just so happy that he finally managed..."

Harry didn't notice Severus' and Draco's shocked faces and seriously
soldiered on.

"Every day, there is something I remember. At first, it was only
insults and beatings. When I had processed those, the public displays
followed, the diseases and finally the mutilations. I hadn't gone all
the way to the rapes - Raven's spell is really brilliant that way,
it knows exactly what I have the most trouble dealing with...

"But anyway, when I remembered how his arm had been taken from
him for good, I only managed not to go insane because I could feel
that both of my arms were still there. That way, I could prove to
myself that it truly wasn't my memory at all.

"I know that Raven went mad several times. But, of course, they
would not let him. It's hard to credit how much Death Eaters can know
about even mental diseases and their cures. Every time, without fail,
they healed him and once again took away all of his hopes."

Harry sighed sadly. The short break was enough for Snape to insert a
question.

"What do you mean when you say his arm was taken from him 'for
good'?"

Harry hardly knew what he was saying. He was still overwhelmed by the
newly uncovered memories and fascinated by his means of return. Snape
had called him by his name in his head, and at once, the spell had
been broken...

"For good - well, it's obvious, isn't it? Before, they had
always re-attached his arms, ears, take a pick - after a while, but
not that time. Was quite the shock."

This time it was Draco who leaned over the side of the bed to empty
his stomach of dinner and lunch. Harry vanished the mess with a wave
of his wand.

Snape was still looking somewhat peaky himself, but he managed to
keep his cool a little better than his young lover.

"Harry... Not even the best Healers at St. Mungo's can re-attach
lost limbs just like that. And even Wormtail's hand was just a
fabrication. He could use it like a real hand, but he had no feeling
in it, and I am rather sure that it would have dissolved in a strong
magical field, like, say, the one around Hogwarts. How can it be that
a person had the same arm 'taken' from them several times?"

Harry seemed to finally wise up to the topic of the conversation. He
turned even whiter than Snape; gulped; closed his eyes and tried to
calm down.

Finally, he opened his eyes again and determinedly looked at Draco
and Severus.

"You already know enough that I cannot hide my story without
obliviating you both. Since you have spared me from that fate today,
I want to do you the same courtesy. Besides, if I didn't, you would
probably just jump me again at the next best occasion... Not that I
would dislike having sex with you, mind." He smiled. "But
considering the events of today, it seems like a good idea to let you
in on some of my recent experiences first. I think it might be good
for me to talk about all this to someone; and you will know better
how to help me and won't get a heart-attack if I lose it again."

He looked at the two men with serious eyes.

"Can I trust you never to repeat a word of what I am about to
tell you, to anyone?"

"Are you trying to insult us? Of course!" both men
immediately replied.

"Very good. And are you ready for a long and very cruel story?"
Both wanted to answer, but Harry held up his hand. "Draco,
before you answer, please give me your Pocket Pensieve, the one for
the five minute notes. I've seen you bragging about it to Zabini in
Charms today..."

Pouting, but also very nervous, Draco got up to retrieve the
Mini-Pensieve from his school bag. Harry took it and extracted one of
the new memories from his brain. Raven was some forty years old and
being raped simultaneously by several Death Eaters while Voldemort
was watching.

"This is not me. But you will feel like it's me again and again,
despite that knowledge. As I said, I sometimes have trouble myself
keeping the lines straight... Anyway, my story will revolve around
events like this one. Please only tell me if you really want to hear
if after you have seen this."

Without another word, he activated the Pensieve.

The three of them watched with horror how the man on the floor -
Harry?- started to scream; how blood spurted from his ruptured anus;
how the Death Eaters laughed and taunted him...

Finally it was over.

Draco gulped. The taste of his own bile was still heavy on his
tongue. But after having watched how a man looking so damn like Harry
had been forced to lick up his own sick, he fought the demands of his
body and pressed his lips tightly together.

"Well?" Harry asked. "Do you want to know why I am
carrying his memories, Draco? And you, Severus? I know you can
take a lot. I am sure you have seen and experienced many horrors in
Voldemort's service. But as far as I know, only one person has ever
suffered the full extend of his hatred..."

"You are speaking of yourself?"

"Yes and no."

Snape looked at him firmly. "I want to know."

Draco didn't look entirely as certain as Severus, but he seconded the
claim.

"As you wish," Harry agreed. "I am glad that I will be
able to share my secret with someone. I know that I cannot tell Ron
and Hermione of this. They are much too... naïve, I want to say. Too
clueless and protected from the evil in this world; I could never
tell them about Raven. It would break them. But you, I can tell. I
trust in your strength.

"I just hope we aren't all overconfident in that strength."

And so Harry started his tale.
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