Thicker Than Water | By : harriet Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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“What are you doing here?” Before Snape could even step through the door into the dimly lit bedroom Harry had addressed him, his voice cold and bitter.
“Merely enjoying a drink…” Severus was cut off abruptly as Harry spun around from where he was staring out of the window down onto the empty streets below.
“Bullshit, since when has Severus Snape enjoyed a drink with muggle whores?” Harry countered the kohl-lined eyes having smudged a little making his emerald gaze glitter dangerously. Severus was a little taken back as he finally saw Harry close up. Just as Charlie had said the boy who lived had grown up. Gone were the rounded facial features of youth, and in their place was the defined angular rough cut of adulthood. Severus couldn’t help noticing the young man’s physique too, gone was the gangly uncontrolled thin frame, and instead the boy had thickened a little with toned muscle and taunt tanned skin. The boy’s tongue had advanced in years too, its sharp retorts just as icy as Severus own.
“Since when has Harry Potter sold himself for a fuck?” Snape bit out as he flicked his wand at the door sealing it closed and casting a silencing ward to ensure they would not be overheard. Harry narrowed his gaze at Snape but didn’t rise to the bait, and instead sat down on the end of the lavishly adorned bed that took up most of the room.
“How did you find me?” Harry muttered as he wrapped the red silk robe tighter around his body as he watched Snape circle the room picking up items that intrigued him and turning his nose up at others in disgust.
“Wizard’s have big mouths Potter.” Snape supplied very much aware that Charlie Weasley had suffered enough without being blamed for this too. “So this is what you have been doing for the past 8 years, selling yourself to the highest bidder for a fuck?”
“Don’t pass judgment on me Snape, you’re no saint.” Harry muttered accusingly as Snape finally sat down in a dubious leather chair beside the fire having thoroughly inspected the room.
“No indeed.” Snape replied smoothly as he crossed his leg over and looked over Harry’s appearance critically. “You don’t know why I’m here then?” Snape continued more interested in getting to the point than making small talk.
“Why should I know that? I haven’t had contact with the wizarding world for going on 8 years now. I’m assuming you’re just here for a good time.” Harry bit sarcastically as he reached over to the bedside table and picked up the packet of cigarettes and his lighter. Severus watched with mild distaste as Harry lit up the muggle death stick before balancing it precariously between his fingers.
“Your wit seems to have improved marginally with age Potter, pity about your decision making skills.” Annoyed with the putrid smoke filling the room Snape stood up and snatched the cigarette from between the boy’s fingers, flicking it out in a jug of water beside the bed before turning back to glare at the boy.
“I’m not a child anymore Snape. You can’t control me, no one can. I want nothing to do with your world anymore. Now tell me what you want or fuck off, I’ll make sure you get a refund.” Harry gestured to the door but Snape remained where he was calmly staring at Harry who looked almost a little nervous. Snape filed that information away for later before continuing.
“Very well Potter a problem has occurred with the peace and serenity bestowed upon us when Voldemort was vanquished by you.” Snape watched cautiously as Harry swallowed nervously the boy’s throat betraying the uncaring expression he’d pasted on his face the moment Snape had mentioned Voldemort.
“So.” Harry snorted in disinterest. “Sort it out yourselves. I did my bit I want to be left alone.” Harry turned to go back to the window but Snape caught his arm and spun him around with a heavy hand.
“Cut the act Potter I can read you like a book.” Snape snapped as Harry pulled his arm forcefully away from Snape’s hold. “It seems Voldemort has one more trick up his sleeve, and while he himself has gone he has left his legacy behind to take up where he left off.”
“All the horcrux were destroyed.” Harry argued pointedly finally losing his temper.
“Indeed but natures horcrux is undetectable by magic. Voldemort’s son lives on in his father’s image.” Harry paled visibly and staggered backwards to catch a hold of the post of the bed.
“But this has nothing to do with me, I fulfilled the prophecy. I’ve done what you wanted of me!” Snape frowned a little having witnessed a shift in Harry’s attitude, leaving a shaken pale young man behind where the tough exterior had crumbled.
“Perhaps not, but we must reassess our options in this matter and that does involve you whether you like it or not.” Snape muttered as he watched Harry spin around and collapse on the bed breathing heavily. Quickly Snape rounded the end of the bed and knelt down beside the boy who was hyperventilating and looked fearful. “Potter what is the matter? I only wish for you to accompany me back to Hogwarts to discuss things with Albus, I’m not asking for the world.”
“I can’t help you!” Harry screamed practically pushing Snape off his feet onto the floor as the boy scrambled off the bed and began clawing at the sealed door to try and get out. Snape was stunned and watched on in shock as Harry continued to try and smash his way through the magically sealed door. Snape wondered why Harry just didn’t break the ward with a counter ward of his own yet Harry tried nothing. “Let me out!” Harry screamed at the door as Snape finally rose to his feet concerned by the young man’s strange behavior.
“Just break the ward.” Snape muttered jolting back in shock as Harry spun around from the door and practically launched himself at him. The older much stronger Harry Potter was like a steamroller hitting Snape’s chest and before the elder wizard could do anything he was flat on his back on the floor with Harry physically laying into him. Protecting himself from the punches raining down on him, Snape tried to reach for his wand but it was then that he realized Harry already had the wand and was uselessly trying to cast a petrifaction cruse on him. Reality seemed to hit Snape square in the chest as the man finally overpowered Harry and threw him off. Almost instantly Harry curled up in the corner by the fire, shivering and shaking like a leaf. Snape swallowed and glanced down at his wand lying abandoned on the rug.
“He took your magic.” Snape was speechless for the first time in his life as he watched the young man curl up on himself as if afraid of the wand. Shifting cautiously Snape moved around to sit on the edge of the bed a thousand things running through his mind. This had indeed been an unforeseen glitch. When the war had ended and Harry had disappeared most had assumed it was because the boy wanted the privacy he’d never been granted as a child. No one could have predicted the real reason the boy who lived had gone astray. Seeing that the wand was making Harry nervous Snape leant forward and snatched it up off the floor, stowing it back into the safety of his jacket. Harry seemed to relax then, and Snape watched as the emerald green eyes flickered up at him from behind the strands of hair hanging in the young man’s face. “Sorry.” Snape choked on the word having rarely used it in his own life. There was little Snape was sorry for, and the overuse of the word made it meaningless in many situations.
“You should go.” Harry croaked having finally gained control of his voice again. The indifferent coldness Snape had been greeted with had returned in Harry’s expression.
“Are you kidding me Potter, I paid 3400 pound for the privilege of talking to you the least you can do is see the hour out.” Snape gestured to the strategically placed clock on the mantel above the fire. “Besides I have a reputation to uphold, I’m not a minute man.” Snape took some pleasure in seeing Harry smile at his joke as the young man unfolded himself from the corner and slowly stood up.
“I was under the impression you weren’t a man’s man at all.” Harry whispered cheekily as he pulled the robe back around himself.
“We’re not discussing my sexuality Potter.” Snape muttered dangerously as he watched Harry pull out a bag from beneath the bed, which obviously contained his personal affects.
“Well we aren’t exactly discussing anything else worth 3400 pounds.” Harry whispered as he rummaged through his bag for a moment before pulling out a set of keys. Snape tightened his lips in irritation but chose not to reply to Harry’s comment as the young man continued. “Listen I share the flat upstairs with a couple of the kitchen boys. We should go up there to talk, they’ll want this room again in half an hour anyway.” Snape nodded and with a casual flick of his hand dismantled the ward on the door, allowing Harry to open it with ease.
“What about your flat mates?” Severus inquired as he followed Harry through the back corridors of the club and up another staircase.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve brought a client home.” Harry muttered as he came to a stop outside a door and struggled with the key in the lock for a moment before pushing the door open wide.
“So I’m a client now am I?” Severus muttered with disgust at another title he disliked being referred to as. Snape noted keenly the dingy little flat he stepped into. The place wasn’t messy as such just unorganized and mismatched as if the furniture in it had been purchased from a variety of conflicting stores. The place was definitely a bachelor pad, and judging from the three camp beds strewn about the living room it was a doss house for more than just the rent payers.
“Would you rather I tell them you’re my professor from school?” Harry queried watching as Severus shook his head, remembering the young man’s reaction to that comment down in the club earlier. “Besides they won’t be up till the club closes. Drink?” Harry disappeared into what Snape assumed was a kitchen before returning a moment later with two mismatched glasses and a bottle of whisky.
“So this is it, this is what you’ve been doing these past 8 years?” Snape muttered as he accepted the glass of whisky and sat down on a torn leather armchair opposite Harry who’d sprawled out on a tweed two seater.
“Yeah pretty much. I get to stay in this place free, as long as I join the auction on the first of every month. Ryan the owner says I have a pretty face the punters like, and what I make in one night more than covers the rent for the month...”
“I’m sure it’s more than the pretty face.” Snape muttered into his whisky knowing that Harry didn’t hear him.
“…I work at an apocathary in town the rest of the time, and I do occasional jobs for extra cash.” Harry continued as he refilled both his own and Snape’s glasses.
“Jobs like the one Charlie Weasley offered you?” Snape inquired watching as Harry nodded in silent reply.
“I shouldn’t have taken it, I knew the money wasn’t worth the risk of being found.” Harry whispered a little bitterly, having known all along that it had been Charlie Weasley that had led Snape to him. “But I’m a sucker for a Weasley, or at least Charlie Weasley.” Snape raised his eyebrow in surprise, filing that information about Charlie away for future use. “Enough about me, you better tell me what’s going on before the rabble come home.”
“Indeed.” Snape downed the rest of his whisky, politely refusing a refill before continuing. “As I said before it seems Voldemort had a son, who until now we were not aware of most probably because he had not come of age and into his full power. I was summoned last week as were those few of us still alive, to a meeting in Hogsmeade.” By way of explanation Snape rolled up his sleeve of his jacket to reveal the dark mark, fresh and raw. Harry sighed as he stared at the mark, his own lightening scar having faded with Voldemort’s demise. “I had often wondered why my mark had not disappeared like your own with Voldemort gone but I realize now why. I had expected the worst but when I saw him, a mirror image of Tom Riddle at 17 I knew we had overlooked such a rudimentary plan that had probably been under our noses all the time. He has been brought up in his father’s stead, and while he might not as yet be as powerful as his father was he will with time learn but we must stop it before it gets that far.”
“I can’t help you.” Harry whispered draining his own glass of whisky and putting it aside.
“Perhaps not, but it is best you return with me to Hogwarts anyhow. If Voldemort’s son has been brought up in his father’s image, he will retain the vendetta against you that Voldemort had. You are not safe Potter, especially now….” Snape purposefully didn’t refer to Harry’s condition knowing that it was obviously upsetting for the young man.
“I can’t go back, not like this…” Harry whispered as he stood up from the couch and strode over to the window that was lit by the flashing neon sign Snape had seen from outside earlier.
“No one need know Potter, in fact it is best now that no one but Albus and myself know your whereabouts.” Harry stared out of the window for a long time breathing steadily in and out. This wasn’t what he needed, what he wanted but what choice did he have? Yet again his control of his own life was slipping through his fingers. Harry turned around to reply but before he could the door to the flat sprung open and five bronzed, well-toned chaperones came bustling inside. Snape groaned inwardly as he recognized one of the fresh-faced young men in gold hot pants.
“…and did you see all that hair, yuck!”
“…I reckon James got the best guy in the house tonight.”
“…oh yeah he was a cutie, beautiful velvet voice and well hung too….” The conversation died almost immediately as the five young men finally noticed Harry and Severus. For a moment there was an awkward silence as the young man Snape had met earlier stared at Severus caught mid way through bragging. “Well, well, well to what do I owe this pleasure?” James, as the young man was called by his friends dropped his bag on the floor and sauntered over to where Severus was still sitting in the armchair. Knowing that Harry was watching him, Severus kept his expression indifferent as James bent over in front of him and flashed his pearly smile. “Come back for more have you?” James inquired as he reached forward to kiss Snape. Snape turned his face away from the young man catching Harry’s gaze in the process. For a moment Harry stared at Snape blankly but after a moment a cheeky smile twitched at the corner of the young man’s lips, his eyes lighting up in surprise and wicked delight. Inwardly Snape cursed himself knowing Harry knew something about him now no one else did.
“Back off James, he’s with me.” Knowing he should help Snape out, Harry sauntered over to Snape, and having pushed his flat mate away from the professor promptly sat himself down in Snape’s lap and wrapped his arms around the elder wizard’s neck.
“Oh, got what you paid for then I see.” James spat sharply his nose put out of joint as he glared at Harry with disgust.
“Only the best.” Harry replied as he leant forward and pressed his lips to Snape’s. Harry was surprised when Snape kissed him back deeply, sucking his tongue into his mouth and making Harry moan in delight. Gasping Harry pulled back and stared at Snape in shock but the elder wizard ignored him his gaze instead flickering cautiously to the other five young men hanging around the lounge room. “Um, if you’ll excuse us.” Harry muttered, feeling himself blush as he stared at Snape. Quickly Harry got up off the professors lap and grabbing the elder wizards hand dragged him across the lounge and into an adjacent bedroom. Snape knew what was coming as Harry pushed him into the room and slammed the door closed. “What the fuck was that?” Harry snapped warily unsure of how to take what had just happened.
“What? Do you think I’d shell out three grand and not at least get a kiss? What kind of a man do you think I am?” Snape whispered flippantly as he stepped over a pile of dirty laundry and over to the window. Harry didn’t have a reply and merely swallowed awkwardly as he wrapped the red silk robe around himself, aware now that it had come undone. “Well? Are you coming with me?” Snape changed the subject as he pushed open the window and glanced down to see how far it was to the ground.
“No.” Snape spun around sharply at Harry’s reply and scowled angrily. “I can’t just drop everything, I’ve got a life here…”
“Some life…” Snape snapped irritably as the wind whipped in through the open window sending his hair flapping around his face. “Was this really what you had in mind when you graduated from school? Whoring yourself for money, and living in a dump like this?” Cruelly Snape spat at Harry in disgust. Harry however was no stranger to cruel words and merely shook his head in silent reply. “You’re pathetic Potter.” Snape whispered his eyes narrowed dangerously as he began to lose his patience.
“Perhaps but no more pathetic than a tired old potion professor who’s scared of a boy.” Harry smiled evilly at Snape who sneered in anger. “That is why you’re here isn’t it? Afraid his son will make you do those things you shouldn’t enjoy? Why else would you be willingly helping Albus Dumbledore?”
“I don’t have to listen to this.” Snape stepped up to the window angrily, already focusing his thoughts on transfiguring himself. However before he could transform he heard Harry’s voice behind him.
“Next week, come for me then and I’ll have tied up my affairs.” With a glance over his shoulder Snape met Harry’s gaze and then in a blink of an eye the potions professor had transformed into his animagus form and had flown out of the window.
Harry sighed heavily as he watched the black shadow of the bat disappear into the night sky before he got up and closed the window. Harry yawned and shifted back to sit on the edge of the bed his head in his hands. No matter how hard he tried his past kept following him like a shadow and there was nothing he could do about it. He could run but he couldn’t hide…for long anyway.
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