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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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This is TW, the Wickedness half of the writing team. In response to the reviews complaining about the fic not seeming complete. It is complete, as in completely written up and actually posted in it's entirety on another site. In the middle of uploading the computer cut off so I was unable to add the rest of the story. But it is a completely written fanfic. There are 34 chapters plus the prologue and epilogue so trust me, there's plenty to be uploaded and read. I apologize for the cut off, it was unintentional and I will now proceed to post the next 34 parts to this.

WARNING: Golden Trio discussing Harry's new responsibilities. Snape showing his human side. Harry having one of the Voldie visions. Death of an old man by torture.
Disclaimer: We have no claim on Harry Potter nor any characters or locations thereof. We gain only amusement from writing this.
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Hermione finished the final problem of her homework just as Harry came in and she waved him over. "Well? What happened?"
Harry let out a sound, something between a sigh and a chuckle and walked over to his over enthusiastic friend and plopped down in a plush armchair. "Not much to be honest, we went over a bit of what my job will be. I've got unrestricted access to the library to read up on hexes and spells that can be useful." Harry almost grinned at Hermione's expression when hearing that, unlimited access to everything in the library was probably a fantasy for her. "Oh and the potions TA is Malfoy." He added as an afterthought. For some reason he didn't want to talk about the failed potion and Draco helping him learn, it seemed private for some reason.
"Ugh, you mean you have to spend time with Snape and the ferret regularly?" Ron grimaced in sympathy.
Hermione smacked Ron on the arm. "Ron! This is an incredible opportunity for Harry! Just think about all that he can learn and," her voice dropped, "we'll all be better prepared to fight against You-Know-Who. I know that hardly anyone outside of Slytherin likes Snape but you have to admit he knows his stuff. I did a little research," she ignored the 'of course you did' eyerolls, "and he's known as one of the Wizarding world's best duelists plus he knows better than anyone just what we're up against. Though you do have my sympathy in regards to Malfoy Harry, heavens only knows how much more difficult Potions will be for Gryffindors now that he's got authority."
"We don't have authority like that." Harry shook his head. "We are allowed to teach but all authority lies with Snape...Besides, I don't think Snape would allow blatant favoritism like that." Harry was surprised by himself at his defense of Snape but he really didn't think Snape would allow it. It may look as if Snape favored his own house but Harry had learned through the years that if you really looked at the hour glasses containing the house points it was clear that Snape took away as many points from the Slytherins as he did for the other houses. He just didn't do it in the open.
"Mate...No authority, a larger workload and having to spend time with that company...I'm glad I'm not you." Ron slumped even further down in his seat, long limbs sprawled everywhere.
Hermione shook her head at Ron. "Well at least Malfoy can't throw his weight around...well anymore than he already does that is and you've got such a great chance to learn so much more." She nibbled on her bottom lip and looked at him with pleading brown eyes, looking just as pitiful as a begging spaniel. "Um Harry I don't suppose you might be able to find time to maybe make a few notes for me, after you find spells for class and all?"
Harry's lips quirked, he knew it, he knew that she would ask. "Of course Mione, you know it. As long as I have time and those few notes won't turn into copying whole books for you then it shouldn't be a problem." His smile was both gentle and amused.
She made a happily thrilled sound and gave him a quick hug. "Thank you! I wouldn't ask you to copy a whole book for me, don't worry."
"Not at first any way." Ron added with a cheeky grin that earned him a punch to the arm. Harry chuckled, listening to his friends banter and just being there with them made a bit of tension leave his body.
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Snape raised a brow as he looked down at the fifth and higher years suggested lesson plan that Potter had just passed over for his inspection. It had been three weeks since the first DADA classes with Potter assisting, during which he'd been reluctantly impressed by the boy's ability to teach others. Potter was surprisingly patient and calm whilst teaching and he managed to get even Longbottom to learn successfully, much to Snape's utter shock. Each lesson plan for each class and year was incredibly well thought out by the teen and was tweaked to better fit who he was teaching. The Slytherins weren't treated any differently while Potter was teaching, though outside the classroom there was still plenty of friction. They'd covered up to Patronus casting for the fifth and higher years and most of those students could at the very least create the formless flashes of light that would repel the dementors and many had managed to get the complete animal form. Now they were moving on to spells Snape would have to teach Potter before Potter could teach them to others. Not particularly something the professor was looking forward to.
Though the teenager had greatly improved in the potions class and none of the other professors complained, Snape wasn't certain he'd be a tolerable student in other subjects. Potter was too argumentative and, to Snape's prejudiced eyes, flighty, and impudent to handle lessons with a professor who wouldn't coddle him. Right now though he was curious about the last three curses and counters on the list, they were spells he'd created when he was a student and the book he'd put them in had been gone, at least he'd thought it was gone, for many years. "Not bad choices but where did you find these?"
Reaching in to his bag Harry pulled out a medium sized book, bound in dark leather. There was nothing special about the book at all but something about it had called to Harry when he found it stuffed between two other books in the library. "I found this in the restricted area in the library professor." Harry put the book on the table. "It looks like it's something between a journal and a spell book, written by someone called the Half Blood Prince. I don't know, just reading about the spells and what they do...It felt useful." Harry resisted the urge to rub his forehead. He was so tired and his head ached. The dreams were getting worse, filled with blood and pain and horror and it had gotten to the point where he dreaded to go to sleep. "I thought, I thought maybe we could use it." Green eyes looked up at Snape.
Faint surprise flickered through the man's dark eyes at the appearance of his old book and he picked it up, pretending to flip through it though he could remember almost perfectly every last bit of information contained within it. It was like being reunited with an old, precious friend. "Hm there are potions in here as well that should be incorporated into Potions class. An impressive find Mr. Potter. I will profess surprise at your desire to teach Sectumsempra, Ignis Deglubere, and Scabra Carnis and not just their counters. They are not what most would consider 'proper' DADA spells." He looked back at the teen, caught in a moment of nostalgia he saw clearly past Harry's parentage and saw the dark circles under the boy's eyes and the weary, pained look in the emerald eyes.
"To properly learn how the counter the spells I think they need to learn the spells too, get an understanding of them. Besides I really don't think 'proper' spells are going to be enough." Harry winced. "I watched Voldemort come back, people are going to get hurt no matter what we do but...But at least I want them to have a fighting chance." He reached up and rubbed at his temple, trying to will the throbbing, echoing pain away.
Snape nodded, a brief, inexplicable surge of pride welling up at the teen's answer. "You're correct. Proper spells won't be enough in this war. Against the Death Eaters everyone will need to be as ruthless as our enemy." He caught the flicker of pain again and had to fight down an unbidden wave of concern before querying the teenager about it. "Is there a problem Potter?"
"No Sir, no problem." Harry was surprised that Snape even asked, he didn't want to sound weak in front of the potions master though. Snape already thought very little of him as it was without him complaining about nightmares and a little headache.
A black brow winged up in disbelief and Snape considered using Legilimency to find the truth but shrugged it off. It was none of his nevermind if Potter was under the weather. "Very well then. We'll start with Sectumsempra and it's counter, Vulnera Sanentur." Snape began instructing Harry on casting the spells on the list, once again finding himself reluctantly impressed by the way Potter concentrated on getting the spells down right. As they came to the last spell, Glacies Cutis, he was re-evaluating his assumption of the teen getting pity marks. "Alright Potter, this is the counter to Ignis Deglubere. It creates a temporary cold, numbing skin of sorts until the victim can get to a healer. pay attention." Snape gave a gentle, almost rolling flick of his wand, "Glacies Cutis!" A pale blue blob flew towards the practice dummy and covered it completely in a thin layer.
Harry nodded that he understood and got ready to cast the counter spell himself when white hot agony filled his head, it felt like his skull split open as images filled his brain. Screaming he sunk down on his knees, clutching his head with both hands as images of a skinny gray haired man lay writhing on the floor in pain as the word crucio was said over and over again. The scariest part was that it felt like it was Harry who was casting the unforgivable curse, casting it and liking it...Taking pleasure in the poor soul's pain. Harry clutched his head tighter, trying to push the images back, to come back to himself but he was stuck, stuck in a waking nightmare.
The scream had Snape jolting to full awareness and as soon as Potter hit his knees the professor snapped out a summons to a house elf to get Dumbledore there immediately. He then knelt beside the teen and tilted his head up to look into unseeing, agonized green eyes, so like his old friends that it made Snape's stomach ice over. His fingers brushed the lightening bolt scar and he hissed at the almost burning heat coming from it. "Potter!" No response. Snape frowned harder and quickly used Legilimency in an attempt to discover what was wrong. He found himself flinching at the sight of a man being tortured with the Cruciatus Curse, the incantation spoken in a disturbingly familiar voice. He pulled out quickly, worried that the Dark Lord would notice his mental presence.
It hurt so much, Harry was sobbing as he tried to get some air into burning lungs. Every breath felt like liquid fire being pulled into his lungs. The torturing of the man continued until he spasmed a last time and died. Again Harry felt that terrible joy in causing pain, the power in being the master of life and death. He felt someone touching him and he grabbed a hold of whoever it was, clinging to them with everything he had, using them as an anchor to guide him out of the hell he was trapped in.
Snape's eyes widened as the sixteen year old suddenly started to clutch him as if he was a life preserver and Harry was drowning. He had to stifle his instinct to fling the teen off and awkwardly pat the young brunette on the back. He was, marginally, used to comforting his Slytherins when they had difficulties but even the most emotionally needy Slytherin tended to get their tactile affection and comfort from their peers and not their head of house so Snape was not used to allowing someone into his personal bubble. However Potter was lost in some kind of nightmarish vision and from his own nightmares Snape knew that touch helped as did a calming voice. So he pat the teen on the back and murmured, "Potter, come out of it. You are not there, you're in Hogwarts. Wake up."
Harry fisted Snape's dark robes in his hands and buried his face in the potion's master's neck as the nightmare slowly loosened its hold on him. He felt empty, empty and disgusted by himself for having liked the pain. Finally he realized just who it was he was clinging to and he released Snape with an embarrassed stumble. His head still pounded and he could feel the tear tracks on his face. Great, just great, Harry winced. Of course he had to lose it in front of Snape of all people. Still it was hard to forget Snape's comforting touch and his soothing voice that had helped Harry find his way back. "Um...Sorry." Harry's voice was hoarse and gravelly from all the screaming.
"Hm. Potter what was that?"
"I...I'm not sure." Harry rubbed his forehead, hissing when his scar ached. "I've been having a lot of nightmares lately but they haven't come like this before, when I was awake I mean."
Black eyes narrowed. "That, Potter, was not a nightmare, that was a vision and if your 'nightmares' were similar in content they were likely visions as well. How long have you been having these 'nightmares'?"
Harry looked down on his hands noticing that they were trembling. "Since the cemetery...When Cedric died. The dreams started out small but they've gotten worse with time." Harry closed his eyes but opened them instantly when pictures of the dying man flooded his brain.
"And it did not occur to you to seek assistance in dealing with these dreams?" Snape waved a hand sharply before Harry could say anything. "Never mind. Right now I'd say we have a problem. I sent an elf for the Headmaster, he should hear about this before we do anything." He pointed at a chair. "Go. Sit." Then he moved towards his potion cabinet, pulled out a small bottle and handed it to Harry. "Drink that. We don't need you babbling incoherently thanks to nerves and a headache while you explain your dreams to the Headmaster."
Harry glared at Snape but downed the bottle in a few big gulps, grimacing at the taste.
There was a knock on the door and Dumbledore swept into the room, eyes sharp as they landed on Harry. "Harry my boy, would you mind telling me exactly what happened." The headmaster reached out a hand and a chair flew into his grasp and he sat down.
Harry really didn't want to relive what had just happened but he took a deep breath and started to explain, when he come to the part about liking what he did if felt as if the words were stuck inside him, he couldn't get them out.
When Harry had finished Dumbledore sat in silence. "This is worrisome, worrisome indeed but you shouldn't worry Harry, well figure something out." He turned to Snape. "You are the best at Occlumency Severus, I think you know what needs to be done."
The potions master gave the old man an evil glare. Just wondrous, even more time spent in Potter's company. He turned his gaze upon the teen and began to explain about Legilimency and Occlumency and how he now needed to learn Occlumency to block The Dark Lord from sending him these visions, and possibly using them to manipulate Harry. "So Potter you and I will be spending more time in each other's company as I am one of only two people qualified to teach you to Occlude."
"Great because you're someone I 'really' want inside my head." Harry mumbled under his breath but he had no doubt that the potions professor heard him. His shoulders slumped but he realized that this was another thing he had to do. "When do we start?"
"I assure you Potter I've no desire to go poking around in your spoiled mind. We will start tomorrow. The sooner you become a passable Occlumens the better."
Harry nodded dejectedly. "Um, do you think we could tell Malfoy that I'm having extra potions or something? I really don't need to be labeled more of a freak then I already am...Sir." Harry pulled on the fringe covering his forehead. He was happy that the Slytherin tosser had landed himself in detention with McGonagall this evening and hadn't seen Harry's new bout of embarrassment. If Malfoy had been there Harry would never have heard the end of it.
"You may tell Mr. Malfoy whatever you wish if he asks why you are staying longer after the joint lessons. There is no point or reason to divulge this information without it being asked of you." Snape shook his head. Typical Gryffindor, no guile at all.
Resisting the urge to growl Harry grabbed his bag. "I'll see you tomorrow then professor, headmaster." He nodded to both Snape and Dumbledore, wanting to just get out of there, wallow in his misery alone.
After Harry had left Dumbledore turned to Snape. "I'm sorry to put this on your shoulders Severus but the boy needs to close off his mind. We're all in danger as long as 'he' has a direct link to Harry's mind." Suddenly Dumbledore looked his age, worn and tired.
Snape scoffed. "Since when have you been particularly reticent about putting more responsibilities on me Albus? On anyone as it comes to that? Even now you've put the weight of the world on Potter's shoulders yet you've not been decent enough to tell him why."
"Sympathizing with Harry Severus?" Dumbledore's brows rose. "Harry doesn't need to know yet, it would only make everything more difficult for him."
"I am hardly sympathizing. I am tired of being in the position of constantly having to save the boy because he doesn't know why he's so targeted by The Dark Lord. He does need to know however, you can not keep the truth from him forever Albus and with him back and this new development it will get worse. If you continue to keep your little weapon in the dark you run the risk of him breaking or coming to resent you. You should be more than familiar with the consequences of the latter." Snape set a Pepper-up potion down in front of the headmaster.
"If it allows him to be innocent for a little bit longer then I can live with some resentment, I have for a long time after all." Dumbledore got up from the chair and straightened his back with a loud pop. "I'll see you tomorrow Severus, I hope you have a pleasant night." He strode for the door and slipped outside.
The potions master sniffed in disdain and set about straightening his office up while pondering on Dumbledore's foolishness. If Potter lost faith in the 'light' side of this war because of the old man's silence they'd have a dark wizard ten times worse than Voldemort on their hands. The spy shook his head. No, he wouldn't let that happen. He'd give Dumbledore until Christmas to tell Potter about the truth of things and then, if the teen remained in the dark, he'd tell him about everything he knew himself. He'd sworn to protect Lily's legacy even at the cost of his own life and freedom and he'd do so, even if he was protecting him from Dumbledore's idiocy.

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*gasp* Is that Snape softening towards our intrepid hero? Of course it is ^w^ In a uniquely Snape way of course. From here on out we thoroughly fuck canon all to hell. Who wants to cheer with me over that?
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