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Nights of Gethsemane	By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 53273 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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First of all, let me apologize for the long delay in posting the chapter. I left for my vacation before our internet was fixed and I spent the last week tromping around rainforests where I had no access to a computer amongst all the trees! It was a beautiful occasion and I filled my little notebook with story ideas. I'll probably be posting a few of them soon.

Rosei - Thanks for the comments. I love writing those scenes where they are cute together but the fighting is fun to write as well.

Wynja - here ya go!

V. Price, Lioncourt, Cathartes - Thank you.

Spicyeggplant - I shouldn't enjoy writing torture scenes this much. Maybe I am a dark wizard in another universe

Malice - I'm delighted that you would say so and I hope to make the story exceed your love of it so far. I always thought that Harry was amazingly stubborn and brave when I read the books (considering what he's been through) and I've been trying to convey that aspect of his personality in this story.
He woke when Snape strode into his cell. Harry blinked sleepily at the dark smudge which stepped over to the side of his bed. Snape removed his wand from his clothes and pointed it at Harry, who snapped awake and immediately scrambled to remove himself from the business end of the Death Eater�s wand.

�Hold still,� ordered Snape. �I can�t easily remove your bandages if you are squirming around.�

Harry forced himself to calm. �Why didn�t you say you were going to do that instead of just pointing your wand at me?�

Snape ran his wand down Harry�s chest, and the wrappings fell away. �I wouldn�t shoot a curse at such close quarters.�

�I don�t trust you.�

�So I gathered.� Snape stepped away from him and tapped the table twice with his wand before he took his seat.

Harry stumbled over to the table after pulling on his shirt. Snape had served him the typical breakfast foods he received on a day when they would be training. He was feeling quite peckish, so he immediately started on his omelette. He didn�t bother asking Snape about what had been decided at the meeting, because he knew Snape would inform him of their conclusions before long.

Snape did not disappoint. After sipping his tea for a few minutes, he broke the silence with, �the Dark Lord has agreed to my proposal. Tomorrow afternoon, five individuals of the Dark Lord�s choosing will be brought here to interview you.�

�Who?�

�He has not said and it doesn�t matter. We must focus on training you to play your role even while under the influence of Veritaserum.� Snape removed a vial Harry recognised from when Snape had threatened to spill its contents in his pumpkin juice.

He frowned at Snape. �I�m not taking that.�

Snape arched his eyebrow at him. �You agreed to the plan.�

�How do I know that there is no meeting tomorrow and that you aren�t just giving it to me now to make me spill my secrets?� he asked suspiciously.

�Honestly, Potter�� Snape sighed in exasperation. �If I were planning on giving you Veritaserum in order to know all your darkest secrets, I�d simply tip a few drops in your food. After the potion had taken effect, I�d ask my questions and obliterate all trace of that memory. You�d be none the wiser. I certainly have no need to craft elaborate stories. You will do this willingly or I will Confound you as I did Avery. It is too late for you to renege now, and I will not die because you changed your mind.�

�If you can just Confound me, then why don�t you do that?� Harry asked petulantly.

�Because I fear it would destroy that wasteland you call your mind,� Snape hissed.

Harry banged his fists down on the table. �Don�t talk to me like that!�

�Then stop acting like a child!�

Harry leapt to his feet, knocking his chair over. �Stop treating me like one!�

�I haven�t! But I see now-� Snape countered, jumping to his feet as well.

�You took my memories!�

�To protect you! You-�

�No! You tried to convince me that I�d asked you to take them! You did it for yourself.� Harry slammed his hand down on the table for emphasis.

�I did no such thing! I merely asked you-�

�YOU DID!� Harry yelled. �You insinuated!�

�Fine,� Snape growled. �Do you think I enjoy watching you cry? I-�

�Yes,� Harry immediately answered, stung.

�You�re thick!� spat Snape. He cleared the table with a vicious jerk of his wand. �I should�ve known acts of kindness were wasted on you-�

�Acts of kindness-� Harry bit out.

�Yes!� Snape rounded on him and Harry put up his fists to fight. �Do you think I drink pumpkin juice? Or eat shite like treacle tarts? Do you think I eagerly give books from my personal library to an obnoxious brat who shredded one that my mother gave to me?� Snape advanced and Harry stepped back, his knees hitting the edge of the bed and his arse falling on the mattress. Snape loomed over him, his face twisted in anger. �I do these things so that you will train instead of whinging and it has got me nowhere. I shouldn�t have bothered trying to make you happy. I should�ve drugged you defenceless, Imperio�d you, and then forced you to train!�

Harry stared at him, too shocked and confused to talk back. Snape made the treacle tarts just for him? He had, Harry suddenly realised. He hadn�t made them until after Harry had said that they were his favourite food. And when Snape had given him them the first time, Harry had mentioned off-handed that he loved to eat them with ice cream and ice cream had been served with them the second time. And the book�. Harry thought of his photo album which had probably been destroyed. He knew the value of parental gifts and realised that Snape must�ve been hurt by its destruction. Yet, he hadn�t punished Harry for ripping it up. He had allowed him to keep the remains of the book and even gave him new ones.
But something wasn�t right. Snape said that he did those things so that Harry would train instead of moping. Yet, Harry had been given pumpkin juice and books almost since the beginning of his confinement. Snape had tried to make Harry happy before training ever started.

Snape straightened and composed himself. The twisted features of his face slid back into their masked neutrality and his hands unclenched. Only his voice, cool and deadly, betrayed his anger. �I will not die because of you. You agreed to this plan yesterday and you will go through it by force or by choice.� He retrieved the vial of Veritaserum from his robes again.

�You were always planning on training me?� Harry asked when he found his voice.

�What do you think, Potter?� Snape snapped.

�Why didn�t you do it at Hogwarts?�

�If you had mastered Occlumency, then perhaps I would�ve,� Snape replied evenly.

A pang of guilt when straight to Harry�s heart. It was his own fault that he hadn�t learned to control his thoughts. All this time he had blamed Snape for his own lack of progress with Occlumency, but he had to acknowledge now that he had been solely responsible for his inability to master the subject. If he had only been more diligent in his Occlumency studies, Sirius would have- no, nothing could be gained from dwelling on �ifs.�

Snape stepped away and returned to his chair. He watched Harry across the table, clearly waiting for a response.

Harry understood that Snape had been trying to help him. Snape had taken the memory, not to manipulate or control Harry, but to ensure that Harry would be able to train. He had known that Harry would be devastated by the memory to the point where he couldn�t train for a few days which would set back their plans. But why couldn�t the man just tell him that? Why all the subterfuge? If Snape had just explained why he had taken away the memory, then Harry wouldn�t have had such a violent reaction. Harry sat down in his chair. �Look, stop trying to manipulate me into things and just tell me why you want me to do them. I�m not as stupid as you seem to think.�

The expression on Snape�s face clearly expressed his disagreement but he did not voice his opinions.

Harry looked at the Veritaserum, which Snape had placed on the table before him. �Why did you suggest that Veritaserum should be used in the questioning anyway? Isn�t it better for us both if they question me without it?�

�It would be easier,� admitted Snape. �However, the interviewers will suspect a ruse and this will help to pacify them and convince them of the veracity of what they see. Furthermore, it will cement your position as a slave in the Dark Lord�s mind. When he sees you, answering their questions under the Veritaserum, he will be more inclined to view you as completely broken. I am sure you have observed that he is very paranoid. Most of the Death Eaters are convinced you are cowed, but it will take repeat sessions before we can fool him as well.�

�So how can I lie under Veritaserum?� Harry asked, intrigued now.

Snape folded his arms on the table. �There are physical, magical, and psychological methods of foiling Veritaserum. If you remember from your fourth year, we administered the Veritaserum almost immediately after attacking Crouch. This was to ensure that his defences were lowered and that he could not cast a spell to transform the potion into something more benign��
Harry�s eyes widened. He had no idea such a thing could be done.
�Or block his throat, or use a spell to seal the potion in a capsule,� Snape continued. �I could go on. The psychological method is the one I will attempt to teach you.�
�Attempt?� Harry asked. �Don�t I need to master this?�
�Not necessarily,� answered Snape. �Although I would it prefer if you did. There are two methods of deceit that can be employed. The first is Occlumency. Unfortunately, you are still not a true Occlumens.� To prove it, he pushed into Harry�s mind.
�AH! Don�t do that!� Harry mentally and physically shuddered once he had thrown Snape out.
Snape shook his head. �You are still too controlled by your emotions. I am well aware that you perform Occlumency best under stress and have been able to successfully block the Dark Lord and myself on all previous occasions in which you were presented before him. However, it is unlikely that they would hurt you during this interview, and I fear you will grow complacent with their questioning and relax your grip over your mind. The second method is basically evasion. If I were to say to you, �Do you serve the Dark Lord?� you could answer it with �no� and be caught. However, if you said, �He is my master, and I, his slave,� it would be implied that you served him. Technically both are true, and you would have no difficulty uttering such a statement while under Veritaserum. Obviously, if you are too evasive, suspicion will dawn and this approach will not work against yes or no questions, so it is important that you attempt to master both methods.�

Snape stood and walked over to Harry. �I will train you in evasion first. Hold out your tongue.�
�Don�t ask any questions they wouldn�t.� Harry stuck out his tongue. Snape carefully dropped three drops on the tip and then returned to his chair.
�Don�t try to fight it at first,� Snape suggested as he took his seat. �You must not reveal what you are doing. Fight it subtly.�
An incredible feeling of calm stole over Harry. He felt very relaxed as if he had just orgasmed and all the worries and mistrust he had for Snape flew away as the potion took effect. It was similar to being under the Imperius Curse although not as strong. �It feels nice,� he said, finding that his voice sounded very different as if he were speaking from the other end of a tunnel. It didn�t bother him, though: everything was fine.
�Do you serve the Dark Lord?� Snape asked.
Harry dimly remembered the proper answer. �He is my master. I�m his slave.�
Snape nodded slowly. �Do you wish to fight the Death Eaters?�
�Yes,� he said before he could stop himself.
�No, think about what I am training you to do. You will not fight the Death Eaters, you will compel them to kill each other. What you wish to do is bend for them. Do you wish to fight the Death Eaters?�
�I wish to bend for them. Bend for them all.�
�Better. Keep your answers short.�
�I like to talk. It�s nice to talk while on it,� Harry said dreamily.
�I know, but you must try to take what control you can. Only speak when questions are asked of you. Do you wish revenge against the Death Eaters?�
Harry only barely managed to stop himself from saying �yes.� �I�I want to bend for them.�
�Hide your struggles. Do not wear everything on your face. Who are your masters?�
�The Death Eaters, you, and Voldemort,� Harry answered immediately.
�Do not call him Voldemort. He is your Master. He owns your body, not your mind. Refer to him as �my Master� or �the Dark Lord.� Also, you should not separate me from the other Death Eaters. I am a Death Eater.� Snape gazed at him, then asked again, �Who are your masters?�
�My Master and the Death Eaters.�
�Good. But you have more masters than them. You have your conscience, your soul, the will of your friends, the desires of this society� all these things have dominion over you. When they ask you who your masters are, they will be asking about your physical owners, but you may answer them with those who control your body or those who control your soul. Do you understand?�
�Yes.�
�Imagine I am the interviewers,� Snape suggested. �What do your masters wish?�
�They want to take over the world and have my Master rule.�
�Will you not fight against them?�
�No, I will bend for them,� Harry answered immediately.
�Will you obey them?�
�For now.�
�There is no need to be so specific. Simply say, �yes, I will obey them� which is entirely true. You will obey them for now. Will you obey your masters?�
�Yes,� he agreed. �I will obey them.�
�Remember, you have two sets of masters. You may switch between them whenever you wish. Do you enjoy serving your masters?�
�No, I hate it.�
�You are the master of your soul,� Snape reminded him. �You are the master of your fate, your mind, your heart. Do you enjoy serving your masters?�
�Yes.� He liked to follow his heart.

�Good,� Snape complimented him. �If they ask you how you were captured you can simply say, �I have no memory of that event.� How were you captured?�
�I have no memory of that event,� he answered quickly.
�Who do you serve?�
�My masters.�
�Who are your masters?�
�The Death Eaters, my Master, and my soul.�
�There is no need to add �my soul,�� Snape insisted. �Remember, use short answers. Who are your masters?�
�The Death Eaters and my Master.�
�Do you enjoy serving your masters?�
�No.�
�Remember, you have two types of masters. What is your name?�
�Harry James Potter.�
�Do you have any plans to defeat the Dark Lord?�
�Yes.�
�Actually, you do not. I have a plan to defeat the Dark Lord and you have agreed to it. Do you have any plans to defeat the Dark Lord?�
�No, Snape does.�
�Short answers, Potter,� Snape said tersely. �Do you have any plans to defeat the Dark Lord?�
�No.�
�Do you enjoy serving your masters?�
�Yes.�
�What does the Dark Lord have planned for you?�
�He is-�
�No, Potter, you don�t know what the Dark Lord has planned for you. Not even I know all the details. You were stating what you think he is planning to do not what he actually has planned.�
�What does the Dark Lord have planned for you?�
�I do not know.�
�Who are your masters?�
��the Death Eaters and my Master.�
�Do not reveal your struggles. Do you desire to kill the Dark Lord?�
�Yes.�
�If you kill him he will simply return. What you desire to do to him can not be captured in human words. Even �destroy� is not enough. Do you desire to kill the Dark Lord?�
�He can�t be killed.�
�No, Potter, use simple answers. Say �no.��
�What is your name?�
�Harry James Potter.�
�Do you desire to kill the Dark Lord?�
�No.�
�Do you desire to destroy the Dark Lord?�
�Yes.�
��Destroy� isn�t enough. Do you have any plans to defeat the Dark Lord?�
�Yes.�
�They are not your plans, Potter.� Snape continued to ask him questions. He interspersed the same questions with simplistic ones, asking Harry his name, age, and birthday. Finally, Harry began to automatically answer the questions without being prompted for the correct answers. After Harry had been answering correctly for a while, Snape stood. �I think you have mastered that particular exercise. Are you hungry?�
�Yes,� answered Harry. The Veritaserum had been wearing off but he still felt compelled to answer immediately.
Snape nodded and strode out of the cell.
Harry was quite pleased with his progress. Snape obviously hadn�t expected Harry to master the exercise right away and had been remarkably patient. Lying under Veritaserum�. Harry desperately hoped that Snape was telling the truth when he claimed that he wanted Voldemort destroyed for his own personal reasons. He knew he could learn a lot from Snape and he wanted to be trained by him even after Voldemort was defeated. The hard part would be convincing Snape to remain in the UK and teach him.
Snape returned and tapped the table twice with his wand. Lunch was composed of roasted chicken breast smothered in a delicious gravy, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli and carrots. Harry noticed that his own plate had an extra chicken breast while Snape�s was piled high with vegetables.
�We will practise with Veritaserum again after lunch,� Snape said as he delicately cut up his chicken.
�Why can�t I get a knife and fork? It�s a pain to try to eat these things with a spoon,� Harry complained.
�I told you before,� said Snape, �you could-�
�Yeah, that�s what you said, but it makes no sense. I mean, you are sitting at the table with me, which you said was a sign of equality and we are talking about how to fool Vol-�
�Say �my Master.��
��how to fool my Master. You are doing things that are a lot worse than giving me a fork!�
�First of all, your Master rarely listens to dialogue while examining memories. Not that I would be showing him this memory in the first place. In order to give you utensils, I would have to spend time and energy covering up their presence. I would have to collect them immediately after you eat and keep them in the folds of my robes until I am able to return to the kitchen, or fetch them once they were returned to the box. Otherwise, a Death Eater, who happened to visit my kitchen, might notice the extra set.�
�Do they even go in your kitchen often?� Harry asked.
�We have dinner parties occasionally.�
Harry choked on his pumpkin juice. �Really?�
�Yes.� He nodded.
�What do you discuss at them? Who you are going to kill next?�
�Finish your meal and then we will move on to the second phase of your training,� Snape said firmly.
Harry did as was requested, but he was very curious. Snape seemed to dislike talking about what he did as a Death Eater or what they did while Harry wasn�t around. Harry had observed that none of the other Death Eaters liked Snape and that they argued with him more than each other. Did they know he was a half-blood and despise him because of it? How had he been allowed to join in the first place? Did they know Voldemort was a half-blood? Could a Muggle-born become a Death Eater? Harry had a million questions, but he knew better than to try and ask. Maybe after sex sometime. Snape was most relaxed then.
After Snape had cleared the dishes, he stood and approached Harry again. �This time, you will attempt to use Occlumency to resist. Focus your mind now. Lock it up tight and then tell me when you are ready to begin.�
Harry nodded and tried to do as Snape requested. Once he thought he had all his memories safely hidden, he nodded. �I�m ready.� He stuck out his tongue.
Snape dripped three drops on the tip and then returned to his seat. �Keep your face blank.�
Harry struggled to hold onto himself without revealing his determination on his face. He could feel the drug trying to slip him away into a state of relaxation, but he knew he had to fight it.
�Who do you serve?� Snape asked.
�My Master and the Death Eaters,� Harry answered easily.
�Will you fight against the Dark Lord?�
�No, I will bend before him.�
�Will you rebel against the Death Eaters?�
�No, I will bend before them.�
�Do you want to fight them?�
�I will do whatever my masters wish of me.� Harry had got quite proficient at this.
�Do you enjoy serving them?�
�It makes me happy to please my masters.�
�Are you still Occluding?�
�No.� Fuck. He had been so focused on the questions, he had let himself slip away.
�Do you hate the Dark Lord?�
�Yes,� he answered, unable to stop himself.
�Hate is not the emotion you feel towards the Dark Lord. Hate is too simple. Too easy. You hate Brussels sprouts. You hate being bound. You hate staying in your cage for long periods of time. What you feel for the Dark Lord is deeper than hate.�
�Do you hate the Dark Lord?�
�No.� The emotion he felt for Voldemort was so sharp and angry that it sometimes hurt just to think of how much he loathed him.
�Do you hate the Death Eaters?�
�No.� He�d have revenge. Revenge on them all.
�Do you have plans to kill the Dark Lord?�
�No.� Snape had plans and Harry was glad to carry them out.
�Have you tried to escape?�
�Yes.�
�Will you try to escape?�
�No, I belong here,� and he believed he did. Not only was he protecting his friends and loved ones, Snape would teach him and train him better than the Order ever could. Who else knew the Death Eaters and Voldemort better than Snape? Who else could ensure that Harry would be able to find Voldemort when he took his final stand against him? Right now, this was where he needed to be.
Snape�s left eyebrow twitched in response, but he gave no other indication Harry�s answer was anything but expected.
�Do you enjoy being hurt?�
�No.�
�That�s fine, you wouldn�t. Do you miss your friends?�
�Yes, so much.� He wanted to see them more than anything.
�That�s fine, you would. Who do you obey?�
�You.� Snape would help him through this. Together, they�d defeat Voldemort.
Snape frowned. �You obey your masters or your Master and the Death Eaters. Who do you obey?�
�My Master and the Death Eaters.�
�Do you enjoy serving your masters?�
�Yes.� He loved it when he accomplished a goal he set for himself. He loved it when he surpassed Snape�s expectations. He loved it when Snape complimented him after he had successfully completed a lesson.
�Do you hate the Dark Lord?�
�No.� He was going to annihilate him.
Snape continued to ask him questions about his masters and his willingness to serve them until Harry could answer them anyway they were asked.
Finally, Snape said, �I have brewing to attend. I will return to bring you dinner and we shall practise more then.�
�Okay.� Harry was still under the effects of Veritaserum. �You know, you are a much better teacher now than you were at Hogwarts. I like it when you teach me now.�
Snape looked at him. �It is easier now that you�ve finally learned to use your brain for something other than Quidditch.� He strode out.
Harry returned to his bed where he rested against the sheets. He felt very relaxed but not sleepy. He was confident that he could convince both the interviewers and Voldemort that he had been turned into a pathetic slave. With Snape guiding him, he couldn�t go wrong.

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