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Hidden Away	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I do not make any form of profit or I'd quit my day job.

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Chapter Three – Prince and the Hero

A dark haired man stood before him with cold black eyes. He was in his usual black robes that billowed as he walked. The dungeon bat who’d captured his imagination for so long. He was drawn to the wizard as his tan calloused fingers caressed the milky white skin of his former potions professor. His fingers traveled down the man’s strong chink, down the neck and ghosted over a scar, which he must have gotten from Nagini’s attack. His fingers moved to the tall almost priest-like color to the midnight robes. His fingers ran down the many buttons of the shirt only to find a white button up shirt underneath it. His nimble fingers continued to unbutton the demure and secretive man until he finally reached the pallid, bare skin below.

Harry felt his hands shutter as he swept the cumbersome robes back. He watched as they slipped off the man and fell to the floor. His eyes were fixed on the slender and sleek, but somehow defined chest of a master duelist. His green eyes brushed over the small hardened nipples, which stood out from the wizard’s pale skin like peach slices garnishing plain yogurt. He licked his lips as he saw the hint of a six pack and followed the dusting of black hair down to the still present black trousers. He was slightly disappointed in his obstructed view of the other man.

The strict potion master’s eyes closed and his head fell back, as Harry ran his fingers over the newly exposed chest. His fingers ghosted outward toward the sides, as he took a step closer. His fingers wrapped around and fumbled over raised flesh reminding him of scarred tissue. The messy haired wizard held in a gasp, but it didn’t prevent the other wizard from snapping out of his pleasure induced trance. The former death eater quickly jumped away from the savior with wild black eyes. He backed toward a stone castle wall before he fully pressed against it. He rapidly shook his head no as Harry continued to approach him.

Harry’s voice cracked, “What are you afraid of Professor?”

“No, no, no, please just leave me alone. Don’t look at me. Don’t look at how disgusting I truly am.” His eyes were tightly shut. A flinch overwhelmed his face as if he was waiting for a blow that wouldn’t come.

The younger wizard’s gut dropped. He remembered some of the memories he saw in the pensive. He knew that Severus’ childhood was not a model one, but he didn’t think it left physical marks along with the mental scars. He slowly walked toward him. His fingers slipped into the silky dark tresses, as he attempted to sooth the other man. “No professor, you could never be disgusting. Your scars much like mine were the product of someone else. They are not ugly. They just show your strength. You lived through some pretty terrible things, but the fact that you lived shows your inner strength and survival tendencies. Now turn around so that I may show you exactly what I think of your back.”

His dark eyes popped open and he looked straight into Harry’s green pools, “You may be right, but how could being a muggle man’s victim show anything but weakness on my part?”

Harry’s mind filled with the other wizard’s memories similar to how the silvery substance had fled the dying man’s body. He saw too many flashes of just how horrible Tobias Snape really was. Neglect gave way to verbal belittling. The belittling escalated to drunken yelling, which further climbed into the arena of fists, belts, and blows. A bloodied child lying in his bed on his stomach because his back was covered in the proof of this father’s wrath, which gave way to Harry’s own memories. His own experiences with the Dursleys at Private Dr. The things he tried to forget but the memories were always at the forefront of his mind. He was kicked into the cupboard under the stairs. He was dealing with the drunken whale beating on him. The pain of hunger, thirst, and suffocating darkness overwhelmed his senses, as he pounded on the doors to the even smaller closet due to his size. He started yelling knowing deep down it was futile because no one ever came to his aide.

Harry soothed the wizard by raising his hand even though it caused the black eyed wizard to flinch. He cupped his former Potion Master’s cheek and moved closer to him, “I understand your pain Severus; please let me take it away.”

The other wizard didn’t respond as Harry locked lips with him. His fingers once again moved down the exposed chest and toward the rather large and straining member. He cast a quick lubrication spell, though he didn’t know the incantation. He had no experience in what he was doing and part of him wondered how he acted in such an experienced manner. He circled the little pucker, which helped the man in his arms relax. He slowly pushed in one finger, which slid in without any resistance. He pulled back out and inserted two. The former cold Professor was a whimpering emotional mess after his simple ministrations. When he felt the muscle relaxed enough to accept his hardening manhood, he removed his fingers.

“I’m going to make you mine Severus. I’m going to make those walls you keep up come down. I’m going to help you understand what it feels like to be loved and cared for. You know that I have missed you greatly since you left me.” He slowly pushed into the tight warmth. He had to stop once he was fully in to give himself time to regain control. As soon as the pain was wiped from the pale wizard’s face, he started to move. He couldn’t stop the momentum as it came. Just the sight of a blush on his beloved’s cheeks left him even more aroused. The tightness in his belly continued to build as he attached his lover’s neck with bits and nibbles. “Oh you are so beautiful Severus. You have been my world for so longer and then you were just no more before I could tell you. Why did you have to slip through my fingers like sand?” His mind completely stopped as it was overcome with white noise and the overwhelming pleasure that he had never experienced even during the best wank of his life.

Harry gasped awake with sweat dripping from his overly warm forehead and a wet stickiness adorning his stomach. He looked around trying to determine where he was and having to make sure he was safe. He was mildly relieved that he was in a rather large bed. He just couldn’t remember where the bed was located. He reached over and held his wand in his hand casting a cleaning spell before a lighting spell. He looked over at the overly large bookshelves, and everything from the previous day came back to him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered that Severus was dead and his dream would never come true. He was in the house of the other mans’ twin brother. Though the two of them looked nothing alike, which seemed to cement his golem theory except for the whole shedding of memories, he was unsure if such a magical concoction could act in such a manner.

He jumped as a knock sounded out of nowhere and a familiar concerned voice sounded on the other side of the door, “Harry, are you alright?”

“Hermione, you may come in. I just had another one of those horrible dreams. I don’t really want to talk about it, but it would be nice if I wasn’t alone. Do you think you could lie next to me until I fall back asleep? I just still can’t believe he’s dead. I mean it makes the most sense that I would fall for a man too late. It’s even more perfect that he loved my mother for the rest of his life. He protected me in the name of that love, so he was likely completely enamored with those of the female persuasion. I really never had a chance, did I? You know, I really think the two of us had much more in common than I first thought.”

The bushy haired book worm jumped up on the bed next to her best friend, “I’m sure there had to have been something with the way you locked onto him after his death. I know you told me that his childhood wasn’t the best, but surely it couldn’t be on par with your own.”

Harry nodded, “I fear that it was. His father seemed to partake in the juice as much as my blasted uncle. The monster had the same reaction to the shit that Dursley had. If we had found more than just mud for a body, I’m sure we would’ve seen the marks of abuse. Much like the ones that I carry, magic helped me heal faster than a person without it would, but it never stopped the scars. You know the more I think about it, the more I believe that his surly and sarcastic personality was there to keep people away. He’d been hurt so badly in the past that he didn’t want to let anyone close enough to do it again.” He rubbed his forehead, “That’s not completely true. My mother and he were very close until that faithful night. She betrayed him but refusing to forgive him. Then he allowed Dumbledore in only to have that same man ask him to kill him. Could you imagine what that must have felt like? How would you feel if McGonagall asked that of you?”

Hermione shivered next to him before climbing under the blankets, “That was an absolutely dreadful think for Dumbledore to request. He must’ve felt betray all the more. Then he was all alone the following year when the death eaters had control of Hogwarts.”

Harry only nodded as his head touched the pillow again and he drifted back off to sleep. His mind no longer continued to ponder the sad circumstances that made up the short life of Severus Snape. Part of him hoped that getting close to Lord Prince would allow him to let his professor go.

The forest gave way to a meadow with a sharply honed cliff face overhead. An enclosed lock had sunshine glistening off of the crystal clear waters, as a lone figure stood bare to the world underneath the replenishing waters of the falls. The green eyed wizard felt pulled toward the figure as he slowly approached from the edge of the trees.

His eyes made out the dark streams of hair stuck to the other man’s shoulders. The man’s colorless complexion almost reflected the sun as well as the waters in which he stood. Harry quickly relieved himself of his clothes as he stepped into the refreshing waters. He slowly approached the man and soon stood a foot behind him.

In that moment, he recognized the figure. His eyes traveled up and down the thin but somehow defined back. It was littered with white slashes from all angles, and Harry recognized a few belonging to a rather large belt buckle. His fingers reached out to touch the raised marks, as if he was questioning their reality. When his fingers touched his former potions professor’s back, the dour man jumped. The act caused him to flinch and quickly open his eyes. Harry wanted to groan about another dream. How was he going to survive as long as his mind was haunted by a dead man?

“So am I to assume your attraction goes both ways?” A silky voice cut through the calm air like and stung with the force of a cracked whip.

Harry rubbed his eyes before looking at the other man, “No. I know exactly which way my attraction goes and it flows one way like a damn river. Hermione is like a sister to me and she came to sooth me after a rather horrible nightmare. Not that it is any of your bloody business anyway.”

The coffee haired man nodded, “Well then. I just came by to let you know that breakfast is ready. I will await your arrival. I’m sure one of the house elves will be happy to show you the way.” He turned to walk out of the door, but stopped for a moment. “No, Ms. Granger, they are not free and I have no desire to free them. They have been working for my family for generations and would be worse than Winky if I were to give them clothes.”

Hermione gasped at the mention of the drunk former Crouch house elf. “How did you know?”

He half turned as his dark eyes locked onto hers. He raised an eyebrow, “Of course I know about your desires to free defenseless house elves, you dunderhead. My brother was your bloody potions professor for how long? Don’t act surprised when I speak of things he observed over the years. The two of us remained in touch after all.”

Harry cleared his throat, “So, Professor Snape new about you? I assumed that he had no idea that you existed. How did that come about?”

The regal man pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, “Why wasn’t he so observant in potions class when it bloody well mattered?” He turned around and walked out of the door, “I guess that’s something that we will discuss at a later date. I will see you two down at breakfast shortly.”

The two remaining individuals looked at each other with a bit of concern, “Why do I get the feeling that there’s more to that man than what he’s willing to show?”

The wizard shook his head as he went to pick out clothes for the day, “No, I think your right. He is hiding something and I’m bound to find out just what that something is.”

Jules sat at the table with a full English spread. He sighed as he rubbed his temples wondering why he ever let the son of his enemy get to him. He had two dreams the night before with the green eyed boy in it. The first one, he was undressed by those lovely hands that promised the affection for which he was starved. He hadn’t had human contact since his 16^th birthday when he came into his inheritance. He was perfectly fine sending his brother out there to do all the interactions for the Princes. He was happy having all of the time he could imagine to experiment with potions and spell crafting.

What many people didn’t know about portrait crafting was that one needed a bit of the living person’s essence. He was fortunate enough that Lily had willing gave him a bit of her blood, hair, and magic. He would’ve never succeeded in the creation of that painting had he not had the proper supplies to make the paint. He would forever remember that wonderful girl who accepted a boy like him. He looked like a hobo because of all the neglect. He always lacked social skills and hid away within his books when he wasn’t hanging out with her. Then that horrible thing happened at the end of her and his brother’s fifth year. Why did he have to call her that? Part of him knew it was not safe for her to maintain his friendship. He knew what was going to come and he had to do everything to keep her safe.

If only he was a stronger seer, he could’ve helped her. He could’ve seen that horrible little boy for the rat he really was. He could’ve prevented her death and had a chance to reclaim their friendship. In the end it was all for naught, she died, his brother died, and he was now entertaining her oblivious son. Why couldn’t the boy be more like Lily? Was he really ready to welcome others into his home? Could he really handle sharing his personal space with them? What was he going to do about those blasted dreams and the feelings the boy filled him with?

He slapped his hands down on the table and growled, “I’m going to ignore him. That’s what I’m going to bloody do. There’s no way that the boy could honestly want someone like me.”

His thoughts were interrupted as his two guests joined him on the patio in the warm summer sunshine. He felt a pull from his heart toward the younger wizard, but he remembered how he found the two. It was another situation where he would lose everything if he tried. Why would he ever want to take that gamble?

A/N: I understand this may confuse people; however, it is the point. I am hinting at something here. I purposefully want you to be confused as to whether or not Severus and Jules are one in the same. The truth of the matter will come out in the fifth chapter. So have fun guessing whether or not they are the same person or two different people. Was Severus a changeling left by Jules’ father or was he a golem created by Jules himself?
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