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Not What He Seems	By : ShatteredDragon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 8696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor the characters from Harry Potter or the Harry Potter fandom I own nothing but the plot all recognizable things in this story belong to jk rowling and i make no money from the publication of this story

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The hall went deathly silent for a moment before a roaring sound made itself known. The students could be seen yelling, some crying, most with fear in their eyes. Severus felt in his heart that many of them would be coming to see him. He didn't know what it was, but most of the abused students in the school gravitated towards him. At least now he could pinpoint why many of them were extremely uncomfortable with being around the headmaster. Many came forward with looks of scared determination in their eyes.

Severus sucked his lower lip into his mouth and let out a sharp blast of air that transformed itself into an ear piercing whistle that could be heard throughout the hall. Silence descended upon the hall once more as everyone turned to find the source of the sharp sound.

"Now that I have everyone's attention, may I suggest that we all calm down and finish going through these documents?" Severus sneered.

Everyone nodded and most had already returned to their seats before anyone noticed that in the chaos that had resulted from the documents, Headmaster Dumbledore had vanished.

That someone just happened to be Hermione Granger.

"Professor Snape! Professor Snape!" She began shouting.

"What is it now, Miss Granger!" He impatiently snapped.

"Sir, It's the Headmaster! He's vanished!"

Everyone looked around, most of them panicking. The disappearance of the Headmaster had given most of them the proof they needed to believe that he was guilty.

Severus turned to the rest of the staff, "Spread out! Search the castle and grounds! He can't have gotten far. Poppy! I need you to stay with the students. Keep them as calm as possible."

Severus strode from the hall to begin his search. He stalked towards the dungeons, knowing that the headmaster would never go back to the headmaster's office. It was too obvious.

Reaching the lower dungeons, the ones traditionally used for corporal punishment, he heard sounds and evidence of movement. He walked to the first door and looked in, greatly surprised to see Argus Filch puttering around and muttering to himself, though he was too far away to hear what he was saying.

Opening the door, he walked up behind the man and tapped his shoulder.

Filch spun around, his eyes widening when he saw it was Snape. He darted his eyes around the room, nervously licking his lips.

"P-professor! W-what're ye doin down 'ere?" He stuttered out, trying to smile and giving more of a grimace instead.

"Argus, have you seen the headmaster? I desperately need to speak with him."

"N-no Professor, I haven't seen him all day." Filch licked his lips again.

"What are you trying to hide? You're nervous, that much is clear. Sweaty, fidgety, darting eyes. Tell me what you know or I will take it by force." Severus growled.

"I don't know anything I swear!" He screamed shrilly, before darting towards the door, desperately trying to escape.

Severus grabbed the fleeing man around the throat and threw him up against the wall to daze him before throwing him into the single chair in the room and binding him with a well aimed incarcerous.

"Now, we're going to find out what you're hiding from me. Ligilimens!". He hissed.

MEMORY

Argus Filch was standing in a cell, leather whip in hand, cackling as he brought it down on the shredded back of a thirteen year old Harry Potter. Harry shrieked in agony, over and over again. Finally, Filch laid down the whip and walked over to the nearly unconscious boy.

"Mmmm, Headmaster says I can have some fun with you, but I'm not to go too far. He wants that pleasure hisself. But I guess a little more pain wouldn't go amiss with Albus." And with that he picked up a large needle and a silver hoop, walked over to the boy, turned him around and picked up his flaccid penis. He pumped at Harry’s member until it had filled, then took the needle to the head and forcefully and painfully shoved it through the slit. Harry screamed out in pain, then again when the hoop was pushed through.

“There, all nice and pretty,” Filch said.

At that moment Albus Dumbledore himself walked into the room and smiled.

“Ah! Harry, my boy! I see that our Mr. Filch has gotten better acquainted with you. Argus, please, don’t stop on account of me! Please, please, continue!”

Filch smiled a nasty smile and turned back to the boy hanging from the wall.

“Well well, guess I’ll get to finish after all.” And with that he turned Harry to once more face the wall, pulled his engorged cock from his pants and began to pump himself. He moaned and groaned as his balls tightened, then squealed like a stuck pig as he emptied himself onto the deep lacerations on Harry’s back.

Harry once more screamed out in agony as the hot, salty liquid hit his shredded back. Tears were streaming down his face as he cried out his misery.

“Well that certainly…..aroused my appetite.” Dumbledore said. “I think it’s my turn now, though, Argus.” And with that, Albus stepped up behind the boy, released his wrinkled, engorged cock, and without further delay, brutally shoved it into Harry’s unprepared, virgin passage, tearing and shredding tender tissues as he went.

“Oh, gods, Harry, my boy, you’re so hot and tight. Being inside of you is like spending eternity in the Elysian Fields. Yes, yes, move against me, just like that. You know, I took a stamina potion and an Elixir of Virility just for you.” As he was pumping in and out of Harry’s arse, Dumbledore took his long, slender pinkie finger and began to work it painfully in and out of Harry’s urethra.

“Does that feel good? Do you like that? Yes you must. You’re my special boy. I’ll never let you escape me. And now that it’s summer and I’ve fooled all the other teachers into thinking that you have returned to your family, we’ll have lots of time to get closer. And when you’re older, I’ll breed you and we’ll have many children together.” This went on for more than an hour, with the headmaster eventually breaking down into incoherent babbles, giving off a high pitched keening noise right before he came inside of Harry, his salty come burning the torn muscles of his passage.

“You didn’t come, Harry! Well something must be done to fix this. Argus! Get on your knees and service Harry. We can’t have him thinking he was raped. After all, if he gets pleasure from this, it isn’t rape.”

Filch stumbled over to the weeping boy, falling to his knees and taking Harry’s once more flaccid member into his mouth. He sucked, licked and nibbled until Harry was writhing around, and pumping himself into the dirty mans mouth. He came with a warbling cry, sobbing in shame. After he was finished, Filch unchained him and dragged him to the waiting cell, laying him on the bed, purposely turning him onto his back to further irritate the wounds before walking out and closing the cell door.

“Nighty night, my lovely toy. We’ll play some more tomorrow.” He cackled with glee before walking away.”

MEMORY END

Severus pulled out of the sick man’s mind and turned away before retching.

When he was done, he turned back to the man, pried open his mouth, and dribbled a bit of the veritiserum he always carried with him in his mouth.

“Now, where is this cell that you had Mr. Potter locked in?”

Filch struggled, but gave in in the end, knowing it was useless.

“It’s two portraits down, behind the painting of a dungeon.”

“Password?” Severus asked.

“Pain and pleasure,” Filch answered reluctantly.

Severus stormed out of the room then stopped before turning and walking back in.

“Were any other students ever kept there?”

“Yes.”

“How many?” He questioned.

“At least fifty in my time, most likely more before me.”

Severus again stormed out of the room and to the painting of a dungeon.

“Pain and pleasure,” he intoned, and watched the painting simply melt away. He stalked over to the cell door and looked inside, gasping at what, or rather who, he found there.

“Miss Granger?!”
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