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The Way of the Patronus	By : QueenB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15104 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Another week, another lesson. Severus checked his mental barriers to make certain they were impassable. He thrust forward into Harry’s mind--only to meet with a solid resistance. Like a child in the schoolyard being shoved by a bigger boy, he was pushed back into the veil of his own memories.
Harry wanted to see something, a memory that had been bothering him and causing a sour feeling in his stomach whenever he thought about it.
He was watching as the young Lucius Malfoy was fucking Severus with the consummate skill he’d already learned by the age of 16. The other Slytherin’s face, damp with sweat, turned pleadingly towards the blond. “Lucius! Oh, god, more, don’t stop!”
“Yes, oh Merlin, it’s good, isn’t it? You’ve got the best bottom,” Lucius breathed.
Severus ground his teeth as he recalled this scene. Lucius had kept him hovering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like hours, teasingly withdrawing or slowing whenever he was about to come. When he had finally allowed Severus his completion, he’d collapsed like a stack of cards in the bed, too wrung out to move.
He could sense Harry’s presence hovering in his mind and tried to block out the memory. But it reeled forward and he was helpless to prevent the Gryffindor from witnessing it.
Lucius nestled beside the panting black-haired boy. The youthful Severus tried to kiss him and Lucius deftly avoided him as he reached for his shirt. Shrugging it on, he’d looked appraisingly at the skinny youth in bed with him.
“Lucius, what is it? Why’re you looking at me like that?”
Lucius kept dressing, his gaze becoming more clinical. Little by little the porcelain skin was covered up and the young Severus watched it disappear with anxious longing in his eyes. “Severus, you know how much I admire your potions brewing…”
Severus frowned unhappily. “You don’t just like me for that, do you?”
“No, of course not. But you’re phenomenal at it, truly you are. Most people simply don’t appreciate your genius.”
Severus blushed, the stain flooding his features. “You think I’m a genius?”
Lucius smiled, the expression making his face look truly angelic. The oblivious youth with him didn’t see how it never reached his eyes. “I do. In fact, I’ve been talking about you to a friend of mine and he really wants to meet you. He thinks you’d be capable of great things.”
“Who is he?”
“He’s someone really special, someone who feels the same we do about Mudbloods.”
“Oh, really?” Severus’s voice became small, uncertain.
Lucius nodded as he finished undressing. “They’re a stain on the purity of our race, Severus. We separated ourselves from Muggles centuries ago because they wanted us to solve their problems, and then turned on us when we couldn’t. They went from praising us to blaming us whenever the weather turned bad or their hens stopped laying. We escaped from their persecution and that was all to the good. But there are those among us who commit the unforgivable crime of meshing our blood with theirs. It weakens us, Severus, and it has to be stopped.”
Severus’s face held the usual blankness he had learned to assume to hide his feelings. “You’re right, of course. And your--friend feels the same way?”
“He does! He’s brought me into his inner circle and he wants you to join us as well.”
“Us? There are others?”
“Yes. You know them; you went to school with them, after all.”
Severus evidently knew who he was talking about because he nodded slowly. “So this friend we’re talking about is…?”
Lucius held up his hand in warning. “Be careful, Severus. There are those who are hunting for him. They don’t understand his vision and they want to stop him. Saying his name out loud might summon them. You understand?”
Severus nodded again. “So when do I get to meet him? Just to hear him out, of course.”
Lucius grinned, triumph flickering in his eyes before being replaced with a false tenderness. “Soon, Severus. But it’s not enough to hear him out, as you put it. You’ve got to join up with him. He’s worried about betrayal, you see, from those not in the fold. If you don’t become one of us, well…” Lucius’s voice faltered and he turned away, regret creasing his noble features.
“What? What is it?” Severus cried.
“He won’t let me see you any more. I tried to tell him you’d never turn on him because it would mean betraying me. But he’s not strong enough yet to withstand attack. He simply won’t allow someone who’s in the group to mingle with an unbeliever.”
Severus jumped up from the bed and reached for Lucius. Malfoy grabbed his shoulders and held him away, at arm’s length. “Lucius! That’s not fair! I love you!”
Lucius smiled sadly. “I love you, too, Severus. But I’m afraid empty words at this point won’t matter.” He kissed his lover at last and Severus wrapped his arms around Malfoy, kissing him back desperately.
When Lucius pulled back, his voice was once more laced with distress. “I’m sorry, Severus. But unless you agree to join up, this is going to be goodbye.”
“But…can’t we still meet? In secret?”
“Severus, I can’t deceive him like that. If he found out--and he would--he’d be really upset.” Lucius’s voice darkened ominously at this before he smiled once more. “But, once you’re with him, he’ll protect you from your enemies.”
“I don’t have enemies!” Severus protested.
Lucius raised a slim eyebrow. “Severus, we both know that’s not true. What about those Gryffindor bastards who were always picking on you in school?”
Severus shrugged, part in embarrassment, part in dismissal. “That was school. I’m quit of them now and they don’t matter.” But something ferocious crossed his features. Whatever had happened to him in school, Severus Snape was not one to forget or forgive a slight or an injury.
Lucius saw the fleeting expression and pressed his advantage. “He’ll raise you up so no one can ever hurt you again. And I’ll be right there by your side.”
Severus’s black eyes glowed at this. “Then…I’ll join with you.”
Lucius hugged him and the scene faded from view.
Harry had a terrible feeling about this. He could sense Severus’s consciousness trying to force him out. But he was the stronger, for once, and he needed to understand what was happening here, see what Severus didn’t want him to see.
As he followed the trail of panic in the older man’s mind, he found himself in a great hall, even grander than Lucius’s bedroom had been. Lucius Malfoy was there with Severus. While Severus’s shabby black clothes appeared much the same, Lucius was wearing an entirely different outfit, suggesting that this scene took place some time after the previous one.
Lucius, bring your young friend forward.”
The high-pitched, chilly voice came from Tom Riddle, only Tom Riddle no more. He wasn’t quite the monster he would become in later years. But already his handsome features were swollen and oddly smudged as though the flesh were nothing more than putty being smeared by a crippled hand. His eyes were tinged with red in the firelight and the teenaged Severus shivered as they fastened on him.
“You find my appearance disturbing, young Severus?”
Severus hesitated. He sensed it would be extremely unwise to lie to this man. But the truth wasn’t prudent either. He chose his next words with extreme care, aware that he was wading into dangerous waters. “You don’t look as I’ve been led to expect, Lord Voldemort.”
The lipless mouth spread in a mirthless smile. “Well, looks aren’t everything, Severus. I’m sure people have made fun of your appearance many a time. More fool they.” He beckoned for Severus to approach and the trembling youth did so, though every instinct was screaming at him to run away.
The creature called Lord Voldemort towered over him, seeming to cast him into unfathomable shadow. An ice-cold finger stroked along one cheek. “You have a gift, Severus. A powerful and special gift. Your teachers have praised you for it often enough. But there are still others, stupid, short-sighted and foolish, who couldn’t look past your mere outward physical form to see the depths of power that lie beneath. But I can see it, Severus. Lord Voldemort sees all.”
His voice rose slightly and the oddly tinted eyes gleamed as though penetrating to Severus’s very heart. “I can see your potential…and I intend to reward it.”
He gathered Severus to his cloaked figure and began to whisper to him. “I will give you a lab of your very own to work in, young Severus. You will have every ingredient you desire brought to you. You shall brew to your heart’s content, mixing up potions the likes of which the wizarding race has never seen before! You shall know power and bliss doing what you love best and no one shall stand in your way. Those who belittled you, mocked you, hurt you will be cast into the dirt at your feet. You shall have complete control and free, unfettered rule over your little domain.”
Voldemort paused to judge the effect his words were having. “What say you? Will you join me and share in this bounty?”
Severus was trembling again, only this time with untamed desire. This was what he had dreamed of for most of his young life. Here in this room stood the two people most beneficial to him. Lucius offered love; this man promised the world.
And it wasn’t just empty assurance either. Earlier this evening, Lucius had given him a silver cauldron with a matching ladle, both of them gifts from this strange, terrifying man holding him close. His lover had said that there would be more and better presents in the future, all coming from Lord Voldemort.
But caution was ever at the forefront of Severus’s mind. Even as he reeled under the spell this wizard was casting, he sought to make sense of it all. “And you, my Lord?”
There was a faint hint of surprise as though Voldemort hadn’t expected hesitation. “Yes, young Severus?”
“What do you get from this? I know I have potential. But I’m yet untried and no one knows me. How do you benefit from taking me into your fold?”
“Very astute of you to ask.” Voldemort sounded amused, though there was an edge to his tone; evidently he didn’t care to be questioned. “I will of course benefit from any potions that you brew. I don’t take you on as a student or mere beneficiary. I expect to reap the rewards of any radical new potions that you create.”
Severus relaxed minutely. Of course, Voldemort wasn’t helping him out of the goodness of his heart. He expected something in return. As a fellow Slytherin, this self-serving, mercenary attitude was one he could understand.
Impatience laced the white-faced creature’s voice as he spoke again. “Well, Severus? Have I made myself sufficiently clear? Are you with me? Yes or no?”
“Yes. Yes, I will join you,” he whispered and his fate was sealed.
Lord Voldemort smiled and gestured. Immediately a high chair, much like a throne, was conjured and Severus gaped at this casual display of power. This was wordless magic and of a very high level. He hadn’t even seen his lord’s mouth move.
The entity that had been Tom Riddle seated himself with a regal grace in the chair and gestured for Severus to stand close. “Bare your left arm, Severus, and I shall seal the pact between us.”
Barely thinking of what he was doing, Severus rolled up the loose sleeve of his shirt. Holding out his arm, he waited for whatever new gift the Dark Lord meant to give him. Would it be a ring, a bracelet, a chain of some sort?
He didn’t notice Lucius coming up behind him until the man wrapped his arms around him. He nestled back trustingly against that solid weight while Lord Voldemort clasped his left wrist in one cold hand.
With the tip of his wand, he gestured over the white skin. Suddenly the flesh began to burn as dark ink sizzled over Severus’s forearm, marking it indelibly.
Shocked by the pain, Severus started screaming. “No! Stop!!”
Lucius grabbed him tighter, trying to still his convulsions. “Severus, don’t struggle! Don’t worry, my love, it’ll be over soon!”
Tears streamed from Severus’s eyes and he twisted and jerked in a frantic bid to escape, caught in the inexorable grips of the stronger men holding him. “NOOO! PLEASE!! LUCIUSSSSS!! IT HURTS!!! STOOOPPPPPP!!!!”
But it did not stop. The agony was incredible and it went on forever. Severus’s screams rose to a crescendo as a snake-swallowing skull took form on his skin.
Severus rocked out of the vision. He was kneeling on the cold stone floor, leaning against a warm weight, the arms wrapped around his shaking form. Terrified, he tried to pull free.
“Shhh, it’s all right, Severus. It’s just me. I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you again,” the voice whispered.
Harry. It was Harry Potter, the son of his hated enemy, who was holding him, who had seen his secret shame. But what had Harry ever done to him that matched the cruelty of the beast who had marked him?
As though Harry were still connected to his mind, he stroked along Severus’s unblemished left arm. “You’re free of him, Severus. Remember that. You’re free and I’ll never let him touch you again.”
“Gryffindor impudence,” Severus grated, his breath catching. His throat felt raw in remembered agony from that terrible, long-ago night. “You can barely protect yourself.”
“Then we’ll protect each other. You’ll show me how,” Harry stated firmly.
Severus closed his eyes. He had been offered protection before and had been immediately betrayed. These were not words that he trusted.
Lucius had offered solace of a sort after his ordeal. Severus had fainted from the intense pain. When he had recovered, he had been laying on one of Lucius’s plump couches in the grand hall. A bandage had been wound around his left forearm. Lord Voldemort had been nowhere to be seen.
The older boy had stood beside the couch, his face touched with just a hint of annoyance. He had related to Severus how he had undergone the same ritual. Rolling up his sleeve, he’d bared it for the first time since telling Severus about his special “friend”. There, glistening on the porcelain flesh, was the snake-vomiting skull tattoo that had come to rest on Severus’s skin.
Lucius had explained how he’d been alone when Voldemort had marked him, how he’d had no lover to hold his body or comfort him afterwards. When the Dark Lord had finished with marking Lucius, he had left him to the ministrations of his house-elves.
The implication had been clear. Lucius had borne his trial of fire without complaint. He wouldn’t suffer Severus to blubber or whine nor listen to him if he did. Severus had swallowed his unspoken reproaches and fear. Whatever misgivings he had about his new affiliation, he could expect no sympathy from Lucius Malfoy.
“I’m sorry for what happened to you, Severus. But I’m no Malfoy. I won’t betray you or hurt you. I swear it.” Potter followed this with a kiss to Severus’s brow.
The misery was immediately swept away by the now-familiar surge of passion. Severus wanted to protest; it wasn’t natural to swing from perspiration-soaked mental anguish to this untamed lust. But tenderness at this moment was not to be denied and he latched on to Harry’s mouth with undeniable need when the Gryffindor bent to kiss him properly.
It would have been preferable to move to the couch or even the desk again, rather than the stone floor. But they were both too deeply agitated to make that possible.
Their clothes were tugged off again, the adolescent grumbling over the myriad buttons fastening Severus’s clothes. But he stopped Severus from speaking the spell that would have undressed him quickly. Curious, Severus watched as the brat slowly peeled away his clothing layer by layer, making a nest of their clothing as he did so.
“Such beautiful skin,” Harry whispered, ghosting his fingers over the ribs.
“Not white, bony and disgustingly pale, as you said of the Dark Lord?” Severus answered with a raised brow.
“No. Milky, muscular, warm…and so soft, especially here.” Potter leaned down and ran his tongue over the stomach and Severus sucked in a sharp breath.
The touch was affectionate, without the hurried sloppiness of their earlier encounters. Harry brushed his fingers up Severus’s thighs, circling but not touching the reddening column of flesh twitching on the pale leg.
“Potter…”
The green eyes flashed. Harry leaned down and breathed over his cock and Severus arched, that mere breeze leaving a frisson of pleasure sizzling in its wake.
Harry proceeded to tongue over every inch of skin, still avoiding Severus’s prick. Where he didn’t lick, he swirled his fingers in curious patterns over the flesh. After lapping at the man’s nipple, he whispered, “Beautiful.”
Severus’s hands tightened on Harry’s shoulders. “Do not mock me, Potter.”
Harry drew back, the reproach once more in his eyes. “I’m not. But I’ll stop now if you don’t get this right.”
Why did he resist so in saying the boy’s name? Hadn’t he done worse than that to violate the bounds of decent behaviour? And Harry seemed to melt when his name was spoken. So Severus obliged him. “Harry.”
And now Harry was giving him one of those possessive kisses that Severus found so sweet and disgusting at once. Their bodies were hunching urgently together until Harry pulled back to gasp, “Accio Salve.”
The brown jar came flying out from Severus’s stores and he smirked in triumph. “It’s nice to know you can be taught some things, Harry.”
“I’m a fast learner with the proper teaching,” Harry grinned. Harry quickly greased himself, with Severus watching unblinkingly every movement of his fingers over the pulsing cock. The Slytherin was panting with excitement by the time the slick finger slid into his arse.
The finger wriggled until it found that node inside Severus. When his hips bucked and he let out a racheting cry, Harry’s eyes shuttered. “Merlin, you look so…” Whatever he meant to say was lost as he slid more fingers within Severus’s flesh, stroking him unbearably.
He positioned himself above Severus, locking the dark gaze with his own. When he slid inside, Severus couldn’t help the low moan that dragged out of his throat.
This time the sex was slow, with Harry showing a care he’d never expected from one so inexperienced. He drew out the touches, the thrusts into his body, and every time Severus thought the brat was about to come, he clenched his eyes shut, stopped moving and took dragging breaths until his excitement subsided.
Was he teasing him like Malfoy used to do? The thought was hateful and Severus clenched his arsehole tight, determined not to be taken in by that game again.
Harry lifted his head. “This is for you, Severus,” he whispered. He thrust forward again slowly, watching his partner’s eyes film over. “I won’t hurt you. I won’t let others hurt you. That’s a promise.
“Trust me.”
And that was much harder than anything else he could have asked. So Severus made no answer but locked his legs around the straining body and lost himself in sensation.
The languid pace resumed, as if they had forever and nothing outside this room would interfere or intrude. Harry was calling his name and then merely groaning and babbling, with a rising and falling cadence almost like music. Another kiss brought tongue and wordless comfort as Harry breathed into his mouth.
Merlin, it was too good, too sublime, and for the first time hinted at something other than the lusts of the flesh. Severus would have been terrified if only he could have thought clearly about it.
He sobbed, then shouted and finally screamed at another movement into his body. The boy stroked every inch of him, with possession and wonder, like he couldn’t get enough of Severus, like the man was a gift beyond price. When had Lucius ever touched him like that? Afterwards, both of them were still, with Harry lying atop Severus, clasping him tight.
This time the dressing was thoughtful, done in silence. Severus couldn’t look at Harry, couldn’t bear to see what was in those strange green eyes. Harry couldn’t have meant anything of what he’d said. Could he?
“Trust me.” How could the idiot boy ask that after what he’d just seen?
Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind and Severus stiffened. A kiss brushed against the nape of his neck. “I meant it, you know. I want you to trust me. Because I trust you, Severus.”
Harry paused. He seemed to be waiting for something. Then Severus heard him step to the door. “Next week, then?”
He turned and sighed. “Mr. Potter, we must be rational about this. It’s best that we stay away from each other.”
“Rational? I think we’ve passed that point,” Harry retorted.
“Gryffindor idiocy. It’s one thing to be caught up in the heat of the moment. But you realize that this can’t continue.”
“If you’re going to fall back on rationality, then what about my Occlumency lessons?”
“As you’ve proven, you are sufficiently skilled enough to prevent any mental intrusion by the Dark Lord. You no longer require my assistance. And there must be no more…” he waved vaguely “sexual congress between us.”
Harry snorted at the prissy language. “Sexual congress? You mean the wild, hot, smoking humping we’ve been doing?”
That twinge in his groin returned before Severus made an effort to speak calmly. “Just so.”
“Fine.” Harry sounded curiously unhappy. Nonsense, of course. Why would Harry be disappointed because he no longer got to have sex with his disgusting, greasy former Potions professor?
Without warning, the Gryffindor launched himself at him again. Wiry arms wound around Severus’s neck, pulling his lips down to meet Harry’s.
The kiss was a fierce pull before Harry pulled back. “Pleasure given and shared. Remember?” he whispered before striding to the door. The youth was gone before Severus could formulate a reply.
Severus hugged himself tightly. “Haven’t you learned anything today, you little fool? Pleasure is a commodity I cannot afford,” he whispered.

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