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Altered Minds COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31796 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Malfoy Manor stood just as it had the last time that Harry had frequented the place. A shudder ran up his spine as he approached the main doors. The Manor though bathed in bright and friendly sunlight still had an ominous feel to it, Harry surmised it was probably due to the fact he has nearly been killed there. Taking a deep, calming breath he reached up to ring the large doorbell, friendly chimes echoed within the house, nervously resisting the urge to hop from foot to foot to stop himself from shaking with nerves, Harry waited.

Large round eyes peered up at him as the door opened, a small house elf viewed Harry with trepidation, its voice quiet and timid.

“Mr Harry Potter?” Harry nodded and offered a friendly smile, the house elf did not return it and gestured for Harry to enter. The entrance hall was ornately and lavishly decorated, Harry found himself standing looking at the décor with awe. Shaking his head to clear his impressed thoughts, berating himself for being momentarily enthralled by the rich surroundings. The sound of footsteps alerted him to the presence of someone else behind him, turning to be greeted by the bemused stare of Lucius Malfoy. The cool, aristocratic blond watched him with a slight smile playing at the corners of his full mouth, Harry's eyes found themselves fixed on the full lush bottom lip of the man.

Grey eyes narrowed briefly at the intense scrutiny, he reached out his hand for Harry to shake, instinctively he took it. The blonds’ hand was warm and strong as it engulfed Harry’s smaller one, a shiver ran down Harry’s spine.

“Mr Potter, for what do I owe this pleasure?” Lucius’ voice was cool and measured with a hint of intrigue. Mouth suddenly dry, Harry found it difficult to form a sentence, his embarrassment saved by the rich and disdainful voice of his former potion’s professor drifting towards them.

“Yes, Potter, please tell me why you’re here.”

Harry bristled under the sneering tone and face of Severus Snape, the anger bubbling in his veins. Standing himself to full height, which he admitted was nowhere near their respective six foot plus statures, Harry tried not to glare at the dark haired man.

“I have to speak to you about Voldemort.” Both men had the good graces to flinch at the sound of his name, Lucius paled and Severus narrowed his eyes, the dark gaze flaring with a unreadable fire.

“He’s dead, move on.” Severus dismissed him and went to turn away, Harry grabbed him by the arm, shocked at himself for doing it. The potion master turned on his heel, pulling forcefully out of Harry’s grip, his face a mask of outrage.

“Let go of me!” his tone bitter and filled with venom. Harry tried not to flinch under the malicious stare, steeling himself for the ferocity.

“You have to listen, I have his memories!” Lucius looked surprised and for a brief second, Severus mirrored the expression then he quickly schooled his feature into their usual mask. Harry stood, the feeling of frustration building, this meeting was rapidly falling apart, “Please!”

The pleading tone in Harry’s voice caused Severus’ sneer to fall from his face as he stared at him intensely. The rich baritone sarcastic and cutting as he spoke.

“Ahh bad dreams Potter, things not going the way you thought they would,” a small vicious smile crept on to Severus’ face, “Adoring fans not interested in you now that he’s dead?”

“You arsehole!, I fucking saved you!” the rage reached a boiling point, images of the day Voldemort died raced through his furious mind.

Flashback

The scent of blood filled his nostrils as he entered the room. Small whimpering gasps echoed in the otherwise silent room, Harry’s eyes immediately drawn to the pale figure of Severus Snape. Nagini’s bite had torn the potion master’s throat, the vivid red stood out in stark contrast to the deathly white of his rapidly cooling skin.

“Snape, what should I do!” Harry shouted panicked, his eyes unable to break free from the vision of the torn flesh. Severus let out a low gurgling noise, his voice box damaged by the attack.

“Potion..pocket.” he croaked out, Harry broke free of the hypnotic blood long enough to search the potion master’s pocket, a vial of dark black liquid fell from the robe. Without asking Harry pulled the cork and lifted it to the gasping mans’ lips, the tar like substance staining his lips and teeth as he struggled to swallow. Severus began to convulse and Harry screamed, reaching to hold the thrashing man still as his body shook and jerked. The cries of pain diminishing as he lapsed in and out of consciousness.

“Look at me!” he suddenly howled, Harry found himself staring into the dark obsidian eyes, his mind being invaded with memories and feeling from the dying man. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs caught Harry’s attention, breaking away from the now unconscious man. Staggering when he stood, his mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions that were not his own. Eyes brimming with tears, he looked at the man below him and felt his heart break at the sacrifices he had made to keep them all safe.

“Oh Merlin, that’s Snape!” Kingsley hollered, entering the room with two other aurors.

“Save him! You have to save him!” Harry pleaded, Kingsley saw the conviction in his eyes and nodded his head.

“We’ll do our best,” he patted Harry on the shoulder, assuring him, “I promise.”

End Of Flashback.

Severus lowered his eyes for a moment, Harry clenched his fists, the need to punch the man was overwhelming in its intensity. Lucius was the first to speak, breaking the angry silence.

“Is that true?” his question was directed at Severus, the dark eyed man let out a huff and nodded his head, stiffly. Lucius regarded Harry with a strange expression, a look of surprise and gratitude shining in the blonds’ grey eyes.

“I know you hate me,” Harry’s voice was defeated, Severus’ gaze met his, “Please, I think I‘m going crazy.” he let out a breath and felt the tears fill his eyes. His body felt lighter at having admitted that he was fearful for his sanity, the need to be strong for everyone was smothering him. Liberated, at the knowledge that he could be weak in front of them because they expected nothing from him outweighed the mortification of confessing his fears.

“Why do you think they’re memories?” Lucius was obviously intrigued by the whole situation and he gestured for Harry to follow him into one of the immense drawing rooms. A large painting graced above the elaborate fireplace, green eyes immediately drawn to the family portrait. Harry sat in the nearest chair, making sure to be as far away from Severus as humanly possible, the rage still simmered inside him.

“They’re vivid and sometimes I’m inside Tom Riddle’s body.” Severus snorted at the answer, Lucius gave him an admonishing look and Harry liked the blond a little bit more.

“What kind of dreams are they?” Harry blushed and lowered his eyes, incapable of making eye contact with either man. The images of both of them naked and having sex made Harry’s pulse race and his cock twitch. The spiteful laughter assaulted Harry’s ears, Severus had his head thrown back and his eyes were mirthful.

“Oh this is priceless,” Severus smiled at him with a satisfied grin, “Don’t come here because you’ve suddenly had a sexual identity crisis!”

“Severus, enough!” Lucius snapped at the potion master who chuckled but sat back down.

“Right then Potter, come on, tell us your fantasy opps sorry your Voldemort memory!” the incredulity in the tone made Harry stand up, ready to walk out and find another way to fix the problem. Just as he was turning to leave the family portrait caught his eyes again, he stumbled back and struggled to breath. The memory flashing in his mind was intense, his heart began to race. Raised voices barely penetrated his overloaded brain, the onslaught of the emotions pushed out all other conscious thought. Vaguely hearing Lucius’ concerned voice shouting for Severus to do something, a spat out “Legilimens” drifting into his mind as he surrendered to the memory.

Draco lay asleep, his white blond hair cast around him like an angelic halo. The moonlight filtered through the windows, an eerie glow filling the room. A warm and balmy night, Draco had discarded his covers and slept covered by a thing white sheet, his body naked beneath it. Silk draped over the angular curves of his hips, the soft fabric molded to the outline of his slumbering cock.

Voldemort stood watching the sleepy teenager, his breath hissing through his snakelike nose, the noise barely audible in the silent room. Harry stood to the side of the bed, heart thudding at the sight of the man hovering over the blissfully ignorant Draco. Sickened by the ways of desire he could feel coming from Voldemort, a tiny peep of his tongue as he licked his lips. Harry automatically reached to awaken the sleeping teen, his hand having no effect and the fear began to grow.

Draco let out a low murmur and shifted on the bed, the sheet gripping his body tighter. The small gasp of lust escaped from the snake eyed man, the sheet lowered revealing the smooth jut of Draco’s hipbone. Harry whimpered at the vision of Voldemort freeing his dripping cock from his robes, his body close to the side of the bed. Stroking the foreskin back, the tip leaking and a line of pre-come spilled onto the sheet covering Draco. The scent of Voldemort’s arousal filled the room, the soft hissing exhales while he stroked his engorged member made Harry’s skin crawl. Draco still slept, a serene look on his delicate features. A flick of his hand and Voldemort splashed a drop of fluid onto Draco’s slightly parted lips, taking a lungful of air as Draco’s tongue slipped out at licked it away. Shifting again in his sleep a faint look of distaste on his face while he settled back into sleep.

Frantically, Harry paced the room, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. Fearing what would happen if Draco were to awaken now. Voldemort let out a tiny moan, his hand flying back and forth over his rigid cock. The drops of pre-come falling freely on the sheet below, raining onto Draco’s covered body. Voldemort’s back suddenly arched and he erupted over his hand and Draco. Thick ribbons of come splattered the sheet, soaking into the material, Harry silently prayed that the blond was a heavy sleeper. Gradually, Voldemort came down from his orgasm, a smile on his evil face as he looked down with twisted lust at Draco. Regret in his eyes as he flicked his wrist ,banishing the essence decorating the teen and silently stalked from the room.

Harry woke up in a silk covered bed, the sheets warm under his skin. Shocked to discover he was in his boxer shorts and nothing else, his weary eyes surveyed the room, gasping as he realized that he was in Draco’s bedchamber. The room was pleasantly warm, climbing out of the bed and scrambling to find his clothes. Casting a quick tempus spell, Harry was horrified to discover it was after midnight.

Shit, I must have passed out.

Torn between going back to bed and continuing his conversation with the two men tomorrow. Decided against his better judgement to get up and see if either of the two were still awake. Quietly, he dressed himself and with his wand in hand he proceeded down a dark, silent hallway. The hushed annoyed whispers of the portraits as he wandered caught his attention. Catching fragments of the pictures words.

“Young enough to be his son.”

“At least he’s nicer than the sneering one.”

“Corrupting a boy, shame on them.”

“Leave now, don’t stay here!” the last one made Harry jump at the words, he looked at the painting, a small plump lady watched him with avid eyes.

“Sorry, what did you say?” She appeared shocked that he had addressed her, she cowered away, Harry held out his hands to show he meant no harm.

“You should leave, they’re both no good,” she scanned around to see if anyone was listening, the leaned forward. Harry found himself doing the same, she whispered to him and her words made his cock harden, “They’ll corrupt you, make you their slave and use you, you’re a good boy. Don’t fall into their trap.” She pulled back, her face scared and her eyes wide. Harry span around afraid that someone was behind him., finding only the empty dark corridor, he turned to talk to her but she had retreated further into the painting. Her words echoing in his head, Harry slowly continued on his way to find the men.

“Ahhh” a muffled moan drifted to Harry, he stopped and held his breath, listening for the sound.

“Yes!” eagerness in the loud voice, Harry’s thudding heart threatened to burst from his chest, he recognised the sound of sex anywhere. His feet with a mind of their own followed the muttered gasps and moans that flowing freely the closer he got the end of the corridor. A large engraved door stood before him, his heart in his throat as he noticed that it was ajar. Trembling he moved closer to the gap in the doorframe, the sounds increasing.

“Please!” Lucius’ usual clipped and haughty tones were filled with pleading and desperation. A low rich throaty laugh from Severus answered the plea, Harry licked his lips and leaned to look. Biting his lips to stop the gasp of lust from emerging at the sight that greeted his spying eyes.

Lucius was restrained on the bed, his hands and feet bound with ropes. Arms stretched high above his head and legs spread wide apart by the ropes that held his ankles. His rigid cock bobbed and slapped against his abdomen splashing his toned stomach with pre-come as he struggled to move.

At the foot of the bed, completely naked and stroking his thick slick looking erection was Severus. Lust flaring in his black eyes, his face flushed with arousal, Harry found himself wishing he was in his shoes. The blond laid out beneath him like a human sacrifice, his smooth pale skin shining with exertion and eagerness.

“Say it!” Severus barked and Lucius moaned.

“Fuck me, I’m yours,” he took a breath and licked his lips lusciously, his grey eyes fixed on Severus’ “Use me like a whore!”

“You are a whore!” Severus spat, lunged onto the bed and devouring the blond in a furious kiss, Lucius moaned pitifully under the potion masters attentions. Harry’s hand had drifted down to palm himself through his trousers, his cock rigid and blood filled to the point of pain.

A loud groan distracted Harry from thoughts of his own arousal, Severus thrusting three fingers into the writhing blond, Harry fascinated by the way Lucius’ entrance stretched to accommodate the invading digits. The hole changing from a dusky pink to a flushed red colour as Severus scissored his fingers, the hole wide and open for his perusal.

“That’s it, open up for my cock,” Severus spat into the gaping hole, Lucius’ eyes rolled in his head, “You want me to split you open, don’t you?”

“YES!”Lucius screamed, his voice breaking with desire.

“Good little whore.” Severus praised, three fingers joined by a fourth. Harry tasted blood as he fought not to shout out his enjoyment, his fingers fumbling with need as he freed his cock. Slick at the tip already with the dewy fluid, he used the slickness to coat his strokes when he began to touch himself.

Lucius keened on the bed, moaning with frustration at his inability to move with the restraints. Severus licked the tip of his drooling cock as he thrust the questing fingers in and out at a rapid pace, the soft squelch of lubricant filling the room.

“Severus, please, please fuck me!” Severus pulled his fingers out with a slick pop, the ring of muscle twitching and clenching to be filled. All three men stopped breathing as Severus slowly with a teasing pace slid himself deep into the undulating blond. Close to the edge almost immediately at the sight of the thick cock spearing Lucius, his entrance stretched to allow the huge cock, Harry struggled to breath. His heart beating erratically in his chest, stuttering to a halt at the words from Severus’ mouth.

“Enjoying the show, Mr Potter?”
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