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CH4 AN: Thank you, niniel1981, for your review. Thank you for giving the story a chance to grow.
Like you, I enjoy a good Snarry. And for this, it made total sense for Remus to be the bad guy; after all, he is a werewolf, even if most of the time he behaves like a man!
And, because you reviewed, and because this chapter features more dickishness from Lupin, this chapter is dedicated to you! SP
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Chapter 4 – Broken, your servant, I kneel
The various wounds on Harry's body slowly healed over the following fortnight. The scars didn't vanish as there was something in werewolf injuries that kept them from fully repairing. So, the scar along and down his throat was easily visible whenever he wore a standard t-shirt, rather than a top that hid his neck. The scratches and the dreadful wound on his thigh were more easily hidden, but Harry remained in Snape's quarters, fearing to leave them. Too afraid of bumping into Lupin (even though it was highly unlikely) to risk prowling about the school other than at designated times.
Dumbledore had asked that Harry receive some private lessons, and he had agreed, but the troubles of his everyday life made his worries about the Dark Lord diminish.
After they had seen the memory, Harry had been preoccupied. Not by the rapes, but by the kiss he had shared with Snape that had been needed to reach the hidden memory. It haunted him in ways that the torture of his body didn't. What had been done to him was a foul, evil thing, and it made him shudder and shake to think of, but the kiss with Snape had made him ache. Made him long for a man to touch him. A man. Even after what Lupin had done, Harry was still preoccupied with a few brief moments of lip on lip. After all, he had seen the abuse done to him, but he had only seen it as an outside observer. He had no conscious memory of what had happened. But the kiss. The way the tongue had slid into his mouth and claimed him. The rich scent of Severus as they had touched and tasted one another. That he wanted and ached for. He clenched his hands into fists when Snape walked by, fighting the urge to grab the taller man and demand more of that wonderful feeling.
Severus, seeing the clenching hands, had thought Harry was troubled by the things he had seen. Certainly, Snape himself was troubled by them, and by the need that surged suddenly between his legs to have this boy. In truth he had never given much thought to Harry Potter, other than as an annoyance in his life. Since the boy had been turned, Snape had been aware of the youth as he had never been before. He needed his student. A need he would never be able to do anything about now, not with the youngster clearly so traumatised by his first experience of sex.
Lust burnt in Harry, turning his eyes yellow, and he spat out, “Why are you here? Why are you helping me? You've always loathed me, so why, now, are you being so kind and understanding? What do you get out of it?!”
Shocked at the vehemence and accusation, Snape stared at the young man. There was more wolf showing than had done so for a few days, and the glowing yellow of the eyes showed just how much the beast was in charge. He took a breath, not eager to answer the questions, although knowing that at some point Harry would have demanded answers. “Dumbledore asked me a long time ago to protect you, and what happened six weeks ago shows how poorly I did. Of everyone, I understand the most about being an outsider and hating the world. I know bitterness and loss and pain, and those things help me know you.”
“And you understand being raped too, I suppose?”
There was a long, frigid silence, during which Snape's expression clouded and his eyes unfocused. At last he looked at the yellow eyes. He spoke simply, “As it happens, yes.”
The wolf vanished and Harry stared in horror at the older wizard. “You've been … ? When? What happened?”
Severus' jaw clenched. “At this moment, my personal tragedy is not the one that needs dealing with. I have come to terms with what was done to me, but I do not think you have. Which I completely understand. It will be a long time before you begin to heal from that wound.”
“I want you to touch me!” Harry yelled, a growl echoing around the room.
The silence was complete to Snape. Shock stilled his lungs for a moment as he stared at the yellow eyes. He didn't understand how Harry, who had been so brutally treated, could even consider physical contact with another. To him it was incredible and yet another sign of the damage done to the boy due to his abuse.
To Harry, the room was filled with their breathing and the thousand small noises he always heard. He kept Snape in his line of sight, wondering at the thoughts that must have been running through the older man's head. As much as Harry had always loathed Snape, now he found the man a safe, secure, comforting presence. One that he was sure could not truly hurt him. And that, really, was what he most needed. He took a step closer to the robed teacher.
Snape gave Harry a hard look and turned on his heels. He left, practically running before he changed his mind and went back to do things to the young man that neither of them was ready for.
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Dumbledore had suggested that Harry go outside one evening into the grounds, and get some fresh air. After all, apart from his trip to the Shack three weeks earlier, he had been confined to the dark quarters in the dungeon. Unable to comprehend that Harry liked the secluded and dark nature of the rooms, and found the scents within them comforting and calming, Albus hadn't taken no for an answer, and had practically pushed Harry out of the door. One desperate glance over his shoulder at Snape had reassured him that he was not going to have to face this test alone.
“He's not ready for this, Albus,” Snape said as he followed the Headmaster and Harry up to the ground floor. “The wolf is still too close to the surface.”
After Harry's admission, Snape had stayed well away for a few hours, trying to calm the raging blood between his legs. Neither of them had spoken of it since, but the tension in the rooms they shared had been close to breaking point.
“Nonsense. You and he both need a break.”
Harry walked into the grounds, eyes almost closed to shade them from the setting sun. He sniffed all around, taking in scents he hadn't ever noticed before, but also turned, sniffing the aroma of the only man who was able to reach him. His lips curled back from his teeth, exposing sharp teeth, as he looked at Snape. Mine! The wolf in him growled, Mine! Mine! Mine!
Ever since learning that Snape had been raped, the wolf had ached to plunge inside the older man and claim his body. To dominate him. Harry, on the other hand, wanted to kiss Severus and be held by him without any risk of being hurt. It was all very confusing.
Humming, Dumbledore led them to a quiet section of the grounds. Only one figure sat on the grass there, looking off into the distance. It was Harry who stopped, body quivering.
“What is it?” Snape asked, seeing the tension in the man, and fearing some outbreak of violence. But it wasn't anger making Harry shake, it was sheer terror.
“Him,” Harry snarled, yellow gaze fixed on the man seated on the grass.
Remus Lupin stood up, face as careworn as ever, eyes calm, a half smile on his lips, and waved at them. A growl started in Harry's throat that he couldn't stop.
Dumbledore, rather surprised at the reaction of Harry, glanced at the student, “I thought you'd appreciate a chance to talk with Remus about your condition,” he said, blue eyes seeing far more than any of them realised.
Standing in front of the boy, Snape spoke without taking his eyes off the other werewolf, “Thank you, Albus, I believe we do have some questions for Lupin, don't we, Harry?”
Harry's growling had reached such a crescendo that both Snape and Lupin snapped at him, “That's enough!”
Stopping, shocked, Harry pressed close to Snape, needing his smell and touch to calm the animal.
Dumbledore strode off then, face troubled as some uncomfortable ideas came to mind about just why Harry would react so very negatively when faced with Remus.
At the secluded spot in the grounds, with the setting sun turning everything around them into fiery shades of red and orange, Harry glared at the taller man who had abused him. Beside him, Snape just pressed one palm into Harry's back, hoping the touch would be enough to avoid violence. He had seen, over the weeks he had been living with Harry, how the youngster needed his physical presence to calm him when the wolf began taking over. But, if he were honest, part of Snape wanted the wolf to take over and rip Lupin's throat out for what he had done to Harry.
Remus'e eyes saw the close way Snape and Harry stood and felt cruel glee filling his heart: so old Snivellus had fallen for the Marauder's son, had he?
“Severus ... so you know you're too late. Harry's mine,” Lupin's opening salvo made Snape's jaws clench with frustration and hurt.
“I know you raped him, Lupin, yes. But that doesn't mean you own him.”
Lupin smiled, ignoring the agitated youth still snarling and whimpering. “Do you hear him?” Remus asked, “Hear how he hates me but submits anyway? That lovely little whine he gives? That's the noise he makes when I dominate him. And it is so lovely to have him in my private pack. Mine to play with as I please.”
A noise closer to a bark than a yell startled both Lupin and Snape. It was Harry, the wolf making him tense and crouch on all fours, lips far back from gleaming teeth. His fingers made claw shapes and tore at the grass beneath him. He thrust his head forward, challenging Lupin. He was beside Snape, one thigh pressing against the older man's leg, and he threw a desperate glance at Severus even as he snarled and snapped at his tormentor.
“Oh, please, Harry, you're impressing no-one. Nor are you intimidating me. Now, stop that before I remind you of your place!” Lupin's voice was lazy, but held a note of command too.
Whimpering, Harry seemed to shrink in on himself and cower. Severus crouched and gently slid one hand over the shaking back.
Lupin ignored the submissive boy, his eyes fixed on Snape. “Do you understand now? It's too late. No matter how much he needs you, he's mine. He can't help it, or fight it. It's in his nature to dominate or submit, and I've taught him the latter.” He laughed coldly as he looked down at Harry, “You know, I believe I could fuck him right now and he'd let me. I've never had the chance to claim one of my own before, and certainly not one so freshly turned. Had I known it was so delicious, I'd have done it years ago.”
He crouched too and ran his hands over the tense back, pushing Severus' hands away before he fondled the buttocks, ignoring the way Harry trembled in revulsion and shame.
Unable to think past the roaring in his head, Snape aimed his wand at Lupin, red sparks spitting from the end. Straightening, he stood protectively over Harry, glaring down at the cruel rapist.
The older werewolf laughed and stood up. “I'd love you to try something, Severus, really. Just give me an excuse to turn you and I'll take it. I don't much fancy fucking your saggy ass, but I'd gladly dominate you just to prove I could. Then I'd turn you over to Harry. How would you like that? Being the bitch of the bitch? It'd be so easy to do, you know, during a duel, slipping and biting. You might think a werewolf can't turn someone when they're human, but are you sure? Why do you think my little bitch here is reacting so strongly? He can sense the wolf in me that longs to be in him.”
Snape's heart pounded with anger and fear. If he could save Harry he would, but how could he? If he fought Lupin there was a chance he'd turn, like Harry, and that would help neither of them.
Lupin saw the defeat on the dark haired man's face and grinned wolfishly. “I see you've realised you don't stand a chance.” He glanced down at the still cowering boy and his lips curled back. “Bitches,” he sneered before walking away.
Severus watched Lupin go before he moved. Then he dropped heavily to his knees and held Harry as he returned to himself.
Tears poured from the younger man's eyes as he recalled his helpless subjugation. Why had he just crouched there and let Lupin near him? Why hadn't he moved? Fought? Done something?!
Snape, clutching tightly at the distraught man, voiced something that he knew Harry wouldn't want to hear, “Dumbledore needs to know.”
Harry snarled and fought free. “No! I said no-one, remember? No-one!”
Snape stood up and dusted his knees. “He doesn't need to know all of it, but he needs to know that Lupin can't be around you. What if he suddenly decides to send you to Grimmauld Place? What happens to you then?”
Harry wailed, an animal sound of desperation. He pulled himself up, hating that someone had seen his humiliation. But he hated most of all that he had submitted to being ill treated. He pressed his nose into Snape's robes, sniffing the scent and feeling calm sweep over him. “All right,” he said finally, sounding muffled and unhappy.
Snape wasn't thrilled at the notion himself, but knew he had to do something to at least try and protect Harry, after having failed so dreadfully before.
In the head's study, Albus watched with something like approval on his face as Snape gently touched Harry's back to keep the wolf at bay as he began speaking. Dumbledore listened to Snape's explanation that Harry was still struggling as a werewolf, and being around another made him very aggressive. But Albus knew it wasn't everything. There was more hidden away that neither man was willing to share.
“I thought he had dominated you, Harry? Has that not helped?”
Both Severus and Harry stared in disbelief at the headmaster. “You … you knew? You knew he'd do that to me and you let him?!”
Albus looked puzzled. “Yes, he assured me that it wasn't anything major, and that it had many benefits in helping you deal with the transformation.”
Severus laughed harshly. “You idiot! You fucking moron!” His black eyes were bitter and he gave the headmaster a look that told him what a trusting old fool he was.
“Severus!”
Harry growled and leapt from the chair he had been in to crouch on the desk, one hand clawing at the smooth wooden surface, the other raised, ready to strike. His nose wrinkled in a way that suggested an animal twitching and nearly losing control. “You let him!” Harry's voice was nearly entirely a snarl now, “You let him do those things to me! Let him force ...”
“Harry!” Severus cried, rising and putting a hand on Harry's tense shoulder.
Unthinkingly, the wolf turned and snapped at the unwelcome hand, teeth sinking into the flesh.
There was a moment of throbbing stillness. Then Harry, all trace of wolf gone, was off the table and reaching for the man, staring in horror at Snape and sobbing, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, God, I'm sorry, please, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...”
Severus checked and then stroked his uninjured hand on the shaking back. “You didn't break the skin, Harry. You haven't hurt me. I won't turn. Look,” he held out the hand that showed all too clearly the indentation of teeth, but it was true, there was no sign of blood.
Tears pouring over his cheeks Harry looked, sniffed, then softly kissed the bruised skin. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, “I'm sorry.” He nuzzled the damaged hand, eyes luminous in their sorrow, and whispered his apologies again and again.
Albus watched the interaction between the two with interest. He was glad that Severus was finally learning to love again – not someone who was unattainable, but a real flesh and blood person who needed him – and he was thankful that Harry had someone who could provide such care and consideration as he began to accept his new life.
Even Harry's age didn't worry him. The boy had faced so many threats that it was really rather unfair to claim he wasn't mature enough to know what he wanted. Clearly, judging by the way he was holding Snape and crying, he knew all too well what he desired, and what he'd put in jeopardy with his thoughtless action.
“This is why we can't use wolfsbane this month,” Severus said softly, “you can't remain like this. You're a danger to yourself and others.”
Harry snuffled into the black robes, lungs filling with the scent of Snape that he needed so much to keep the animal down. “But, please, don't send me back to the Shrieking Shack, he might be there.”
“No,” Severus said, “never again. I'll keep you in the rooms, somehow. And keep you safe.”
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CH 4 AN: Hopefully you all get that when I refer to the wolf I mean it is the animal in charge, rather than that Harry physically changes. He obviously only does that at the full moon. And I hope you all got the same image I was trying to create with that moment:“Unthinkingly, the wolf turned and snapped at the unwelcome hand, teeth sinking into the flesh.” but I'm not sure it comes across strongly enough. Thoughts? SP
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