Harry Potter and the Plan of Salvation

Harry sighed, and shifted his position, pressing his back to the cool wall as he stared out at the stars. His scar throbbed and burned with a ferocity that hadn’t been felt before, and it made him shiver as he wondered what Voldemort was up to. After tending Harry, Snape hadn’t returned to Voldemort. His emotions, namely his anger, towards the way Harry had been treated were too brash for Voldemort not to notice. So he remained at the school, his true alliances now known to everyone as he kept carefulch och over his students.

On the upside, he no longer took points from just Gryffindor, no, now he deducted points equally, even from Slytherin. Ginny and Harry thought it hilarious. Ron did not. Snape had made Harry spend a week in his dungeons while he made sure that Harry’s wounds were properly healed. They could still get infected even when they were healed from the outside. The extent of his injuries had just been too severe to heal in a snap and had required gentle hands and much patience. As each night passed and Severus checked the healing, the old scars became more and more visible. Snape had been horrified on Wednesday night to come in and discover that a particularly brutal series of scars actually spelled out a word. ‘Filth’ had been carved into Harry’s skin along the length of his spine.

Harry looked back outside, watching the moon quietly. He was glad that Snape couldn’t go back. He had the uneasy feeling that Voldemort wasn’t as assured in Severus loyalties as Dumbledore seemed to believe, and the thought of him being killed scared Harry. He sighed again, drawing his legs up to his chest and resting his head on his knees. One hand drifted into the pockets of his robes, and he pulled out a small knife, which he then transfigured back into the dagger. Absently he traced the curved side of the blade, frowning.

How many more people would die because of him? Everyone around him was in danger, and there was nothing that he could do about it, except to finish it himself. Lightly he traced the blade across his arm without breaking the skin. At least with Snape not going back that was one less death he had to worry about. Ron and Hermione were the ones he worried about most now, because while they no longer talked to him, that meant he couldn’t warn them of different things and feelings that he got through the scar. Almost everyone knew that Ron and Hermione had been his friends for years, and anyone who really knew Harry at all could tell you that he would do anything totecotect them.

He became lost in his thoughts, beginning to plan as he continued tracing the blade over his arm until it sank into his flesh. He yelped slightly in surprise, but then his eyes landed on the red running down his arm, and the feeling of cold warmth that flared around. H. He gasped, but couldn’t stop himself from dragging the long cold blade into his arm again. Before he could repeat the action again though someone curled warm arms around him and gently plucked the blade from his arms.

He froze, knowing it was Draco, and knowing he was going to be infuriated with him. But it wasn’t Draco’s voice that finally spoke above his head. “Mr. Potter, you really must stop doing that.”

Harry hung his head down, staring at his arm. “I don’t know how. It’s all I have… and I deserve it.” There was a sigh and Harry watched as those arms, loosened and just barely managed not to whimper in protest. To his surprise though the arms didn’t leave, only pushed up their sleeves for Harry to see.

“I know what you’re going through, Harry. I’ve been there.” Long pale scars marred the even paler skin and the arms tightened around him again as Harry lifted his hand to trace the arm questioningly. “I know how it feels, how it hurts but yet helps. Let me help you, Harry.”

Harry then did something he thought would never happen in his life. He turned in Professor Severus Snape’s arms and sobbed into the high collar of his robes while the professor held him and soothed him until he fell asleep.

Snape couldn’t resist the smile that etched over his face as Harry slept in his arms. The face was paler than usual, and Severus suddenly realized with a start that it was because the boy never went out anymore. Did he even know how to have fun anymore? Snape stood and descended into the dungeons with the silence of a jungle cat; Potter still dozing in his arms.

Just as they reached Severus’ room Harry roused enough to wrap his arms around Severus’ neck. Snape almost froze as the boy tried to wiggle closer in his arms. “Please don’t leave me, Sev. Please…” The voice was so broken that even Severus couldn’t deny it, and he moved to the couch, settling down with the boy, no man, once more cradled in his lap.

Harry relaxed agatakitaking a deep breath, though he stayed awake, clinging to the once greasy bat of a teacher. Somewhere around three in the morning, he began to calm down though, and rested his head against the crook of his professor’s neck. Almost unconsciously he turned his head, his lips brushing the side of Severus’ neck. There was a gasp from above him and Harry opened his eyes. He blushed and looked back down when he realized what he had done, cringing slightly. “Sorry, sir.”

There was a long moment of silence in which Harry was sure his world had just ended and Severus thought the world had blown up. Slowly though he moved his hand to Harry’s face and forced him to look up.

*~*~*

Good God, he looks so scared, so small. Does he expect me to strike him, to rebuke him? Yes, after everything he’s been through I guess he does. I force his gaze back to mine gently and press my lips to his tenderly. “Never apologize for what you want and feel Harry, unless you no longer want it.” To look into his eyes now, you would think that I’ve just given him the world and he shifts slightly.

His soft lips press to mine, and the kiss is timid, shy, and a little scared. I wrap my arms around his small frame and turn him slightly so that he’s settled more comfortably in my lap. His tongue darts out, brushing my bottom lip and I can’t stop the small moan that escapes. We’re both already hard; I can feel his shaft pressing against my arm just as I’m sure he can feel mine pressed against his hip. As much as looking at this man makes me want to ravage him I have to remind myself to go slowly. I don’t want to scare him away.

Harry has never said a word about what I hear in his dreams, but I know that he knows I hear them. It’s in the way his face flushes with shame every time that I woke him. What I see in his face now is fear, longing, and trust. He wants this so badly, yet with everything he’s beerougrough he’s not sure how it works without pain.

I let my hand trail over his spine causing him to shiver as my other hand falls to his lap and I ‘accidentally’ brush the hardness there. That action causes Harry to whimper and wiggle slightly in my lap. Oh my God, how could that small movement feel so good? Harry trembles slightly in my arms and I can’t help but to smile as he kisses me again, slipping his tongue in once more. When he pulls away this time I can feel him trembling, and he ghosts his lips against my neck and up to my ear, and his voice, when it comes, makes me ache.

“Please, Sev. Please, show me how it’s supposed to be.” The whisper is so many things at once, broken, desperate, wanting, need An And deep in my heart that I had buried so well until lately, I know that anything he asked of me in that voice, I would do. I can’t take my eyes away from those desperate emerald orbs.

I begin opening his robes slowly, watching the shivers that run through him as I trace his delicate skin with my fingers. When the robes are open to his waist I stand him to his feet and lean forward, kissing his chest and down to his abs. He’s still remarkably thin. His ribs jut out, but instead of ignoring this I slowly trace my tongue over the countable bones.

“I will never let anyone hurt you like this again, Harry.” Merlin, now why did I say that? I didn’t even think it, did I?

I can feel hands hesitantly coming to my shoulders, knotting in my hair and I pull him down slightly, tracing my tongue over a nipple. He gasps in surprise and his hands tighten. I can’t stop the smirk that crosses my lips as I brush my hand once more across the hard shaft as I slowly begin inching his robes open and lower. Each new kiss, lick, or soft trace of skin draws a mewl of pleasure from Harry, and he presses into my hand as I finally open his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers. I wave my hand, banishing them to a closet and then smile gently up at him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He nods and I pull him back down onto the makeshift bed. He’s so handsome that if I stop I’ll become too entranced with his body to remember what I’m doing. Even with his pale and emaciated form he still holds that beauty that I can remember his father possessing. I wave my hand again, banishing my clothes and place Potter’s hands on my shoulders as I allow my body to press the length of the shorter one. Our hard shafts are rubbing against each other, causing both of us to shift our hips.

He rocks his hips against mine, and I moan softly. His lips are touching mine again. They make my head swim they feel so sweet and innocent, even though I know they aren’t. Anger flashes momentarily but Harry’s tentative and exploring fingers brushing my nipples distracts me. He’s rocking his hips more steadily against mine, and his erection feels so good against mine I don’t know how to vocalize it to him.

Inste wra wrap my arms around him, dragging him closer so that our members lay heavy against each other as I drag the rotation of my hips out as slowly as I possibly can. One hand slides down his back, tracing his spine and cupping his ass. His body goes tense as he feels my fingers trace the rim of his opening, but my other hand has wrapped around our shafts and is now stroking us both slowly.

Carefully I probe at his hole, causing him to whimper and go tense again. My lips rain down over his skin, and I can feel the fire that’s raging through him, even as he slightly jumps from my touch. I know this is hard and I know it’s frightening. Mumbling a spell against his skin I slip my fingers into him and his response is somewhere between a moan and a whimper. His face is flushed with want, yet his eyes echo of remembrance and I draw his mouth to mine again, kissing him deeply and tenderly.

“I swear I won’t hurt you, Harry. Try to relax for me.” Gently I suckle on the side of his neck, pulling him flush against me. I begin moving my fingers slowly; caressing his tightness with a slowness that would have driven me mad if someone was doing it to me. On him though it has the affect of drawing half muted moans of pleasure. My attention is completely on the sounds of pleasure he’s making and I don’t register his hand moving until I feel it wrap around the base of my member.

I gasp and I can’t prevent myself from arching into the warm hand as he begins to stroke me slowly and I realize that he’s caressing me in the same rhythm that my fingers are stroking his tight hole. It makes me groan and cautiously I start to move my fingers faster inside him. He almost goes tense but then begins to move against my fingers, propelling them deeper. If I wasn’t so swamped with pleasure at the way his hand is tightening around me, and the way he’s picked up on the new rhythm I would grin.

*~*~*

Harry squirmed on those fingers, dear Lord those absolutely amazing and long fingers. The soft moans and mewls made Severus throb in his hand and Harry whimper. Severus withdrew his fingers slowly, keeping his eyes locked with Harry’s as he moved in and kissed him deeply, gently coaxing him to relax on the couch as he shifted slightly and pressed the head of his shaft against Harry’s opening. Harry nearly went rigid in his arms, screwing his eyes shut, but Severus tightened his hold gently, nibbling on the younger man’s neck and whispering soothing words as he pressed slowly into the tight passage.

It was like Heaven to Severus as he felt the incredibly tight walls tighten even further around him. His entire being was shrieking out for him to move, but instead he gently kissed his way up to Harry’s lips again, his touch ever steady and gentle as he brushed his lips over the too pale skin. “All right, Harry?” Harry nodded but one of Severus’ hands snaked up and caught his chin. “Open your eyes for me, lover.” He shook his head at first and Severus moved his hips slightly, pulling away, but Harry cried out slightly and wrapped his arms and legs around the older wizard.

Severus sighed and softly kissed the lids of Harry’s eyes. “It’s okay. We don’t have to go any further than this. It’s okay.” He whispered softly again and again as the frightened man clung to him.

Tears slid from under Harry’s eyes but yet he didn’t notice. “Why am I like this? I want to do this, I do, but I’m so scared Severus. If you keep going I’m terrified of what might happen, but if I let you go… I’ll never know what it’s like to be loved.”

Severus frowned slightly and nuzzled against Harry’s jaw. “I’ll make you a promise, Harry. Tonight, we’ll just stay right here and I’ll hold you so you know that I have no intention of harming you, and then we’ll slowly build this, okay? I let it go too far for this time, but I promise you, I won’t leave you and I won’t hurt you. All that you have to do is tell me no when things go too far. That’s all.” He rolled them over slightly and pulled the boy against him so that Harry’s head resting on his chest. “Just relax for now, Harry. I promise to be here when you wake.”