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Death Eater Takes a Holiday	By : LeeLeePotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 44
Effective Subterfuge, Death EaStylStyle

Severus entered the room where he knew the Dark Lord to be.
He had to clear his mind since he'd been thinking so much about Harry and his
friends. He had kept an eye out for Ron on the school grounds on his trek to
the edge of the Apparation point. There had been no signs of him, but he could
have been hiding away as his sister had been. He knew the others d red realize
Ron was also missing, and scour the grounds for the boy when Hagrid brought in
the youngest Weasley.

Severus bowed before the red-eyed creature sitting in the
center of the room. The meeting was small, only a select few attending. None of
them were masked. "At your service, my Lord," Severus said
dutifully.

"Severus," said Voldemort, but didn't continue. He
rose from his chair, walking around his Potions Master. Severus remained
prostrate, wiis nis nose to the floor waiting for what was to come, as it was
hard to judge the Snake man�s mood when he was silent. Severusparepared himself
in case the next word he heard was *Crucio*. Out of his peripheral
vision, he could see the Death Eater that he'd left in the bushes, ensuring
Voldemort would get word of what had gone down at Hogwarts that evening. The
man wasn't looking too well; he'd obviously been punished for his failure to
capture, or kill, Potter. Severus could only hope the other wizard�s version of
the story was tol his his favor. It had been a pathetic attempt to get the 'Savior'
at best, and Severus hadn't even been informed it was going to happen. He
couldn't truly be blamed for its failure, but when Voldemort was in a bad mood,
nothing else mattered. His thoughts were soon interrupted as the vile wizard
began to speak again.

"Occasionally, someone comes up with a plan to capture
Potter. They are not always the best of plans, but I will listen if one of my
followers puts forth the effort to further our cause. I do, after all, have an
open mind. In fact, I have several small plans in place. You never know when
one will come to fruition." Voldemort paused and instructed Severus to
rise. Severus could see his Potions Apprentice was also present, which was not
usually a good thing. He really hated that wizard; he had once been one of his
better students. So much potential, gone to this.

"This afternoon, I was very pleased and surprised to
see one plan working out better than I'd expected." Voldemort took a few
small bags from his robe pocket. They were small money satchels. He tossed one
to Malfoy. "Lucius, you will express my gratitude to yson son for his
assistance today," said Voldemort. Lucius bowed his head; thankful he
wasn't still paying for his son's decision to assist the Dark Lord from an
outside position. It had been a very long four weeks, bearing the Cruciatus
curse at least five times a week, paying for his Lord�s loss, due to his son's
choice. Lucius was quick to find a deed his son could volunteer to do in an
attempt to appease the Dark Lord.

Tossing the second bag of galleons to the Potions
Apprentice, Voldemort said, "I must admit I did not expect this to work
out as well as it did. Potter could have given the headache cure to another, or
had taken it himself in the safety of the wards surrounding his home." As
Voldie praised the apprentice, the young man grinned smugly at Severus. He'd
brewed a potion that worked perfectly, pleasing his master, and had been
rewarded with gold. Severus remained impassive. The young fool had no clue. It
was common practice for the Dark Lord to give high praise to very new
followers. They were very motivated individuals who could bring in other new
recruits with promises of power and riches, bearing gold in their hot little
hands to prove it. The boy would never see another knut from his master.
Severus knew the potion wasn't that difficult, and the plan probably wouldn't
have worked if he hadn't instructed Harry to keep the potion on him at all
times.

"What disappointed me, was�" Voldemort began
again, "the least plausible segment of this plan was not the part that
failed! How is it that five Death Eaters against one teenager managed to do so
pitifully?"

Severus considered this for a moment. Did he say five?
He had only counted four. Where was the other, and why had he never seen him
during the attack?

The surrounding followers remained quiet during their Lord's
rant, although many were thinking back to the fact that the teen in question
had bested their Lord on more than one occasion; they weren't too shocked by
the outcome of this afternoon. Most were quiet. One ignorant wizard felt it
necessary to speak up. The fool.

"But Lord, Dumbledore �" It was the wizard who had
gotten away from Hogwarts that afternoon. He was quickly silenced.

"Crucio!" Voldemort held the curse as he spoke.
"Dumbledore struck down one out of the four. That leaves three other sorry
excuses for wizards that were taken down by Potter. Hmm�" he pondered.
"Potter killed today. We are no longer discussing a child here." This
was an understatement if Severus ever heard one. He�d wondered when this
conversion was going to turn in his direction. Voldemort realized he was still
casting the Unforgivable when the screaming stopped and the lowly wizard began
to make gurgling sounds. It was debatable if the man would retain full mental
function at this point.

"Sseveruss," he hissed with more sibilance than
necessary. "Why did you bind this pathetic fool, leaving him unable to
assist with the fight to get Potter?"

sweetly, as one would speak to a lover. "I'm not completely dissatisfied
by your actions. You did ensure the safety of one of my followers. I'm sure, if
he lives to see tomorrow, he too will appreciate your efforts."

By the quick mood change, Severus wondered if the evil
bastard was rational at all. No, the man was utterly insane.

"Since you did the most amount of damage to Potter, and
managed to send this back to my service," he kicked the Death Eater still
lying by his feet, "kept one out of Dumbledore's hands, I have a reward
for you." Voldemort began to walk over to a door just off to the side.
"You haven't gotten a chance at play in a long time, Sseverusss,"
said Voldemort with a gleam in his eye. "I realize you have certain
inabilities. At first I thought, perhaps it was your sexual preferences that
kept you from partaking in the fun, but not to worry. Your apprentice has
assured me this will take care of the problem." He held up a vial, which
Severus took in his hand. Somehow he managed to look grateful. He suddenly
realized, in all the excitement, he hadn't even taken the potion that prevented
him from getting an erection.

Severus had had a bad feeling as soon as he heard the word
�reward�. He was feeling murderous when the Dark Lord had mentioned sexual
preferences, and his Potions Apprentice's jaw dropped open. It�s not every day
one finds out his professor is gay. Nor has the chance of helping said
professor get over his impotency problem by brewing a potion that would force
an erection with resulting pain if the person ingesting the potion doesn't
ejaculate within a specific time period.

Severus thanked his master for his prize, and drank
down the potion before putting on his mask. He noted the door remained only
slightly ajar, leaving very little room for those outside to see, but certainly
enough for sounds to carry. The guard, as Severus expected, was standing
against the wall, arms crossed, and looked almost everywhere *but* directly at
Snape and his reward.

His gate was smooth, and his robes flowed around him like
wind whisking around the fall leaves. The man knew how to make an entrance.

"Snape," growled Ron, as he realized who had
entered the room. Old feelings were hard to get past. Ron's first reaction was
not to trust him. By the time Ron had control of his senses, he thought maybe
Snape would help him, but wasn't going to let on in front of the Death Eater
that had helped beat him to a pulp, and who was currently studying the floor.
Severus said not a word. He held his wand close to Ron's face, and then raised
it, pointing above his head before saying a binding spell that brought and
restrained Ron's hands over his head. "What are you going to do?"
asked Ron, wishing his panicked voice hadn't given away is emotions as they
did.
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With an almost silent spell, Ron's pants were in Snape's
hands. "What the fuck!" shouted Ron. Severus threw the white boxers
onto the floor, making sure they fell into view of the 'witness'. The other
wizard now stared, wide-eyed, at the floor, all the more keeping his eyes
averted from the disgusting display that was two men.

Ron was breathing heavily and did his best to stay calm. It
slowly occurred to him that Snape had not yet even laid a hand on him, but he
was in bad shape from his previous torture, and would lose his cool quickly if
things took a turn for the worst. Severus knew Ron would freak, and was
counting on it. He muttered yet another spell, shocking Ron when he felt his
knees spreading and getting closer to his chest, exposing himself. "No,
you're not!" yelled Ron. The look of panic was showing on his face.
"Don't you even think about it, you bastard!"

Severus positioned himself in such a way that his robe
blocked most of the view, should anyone be looking. He was mostly counting on
Ron�s vociferousness, and he was doing well so far. Severus prayed to any deity
out there, that Ron would not mention Harry in any way during this. It was
critical that none here would learn of their relationship. The potion was
working, leaving Severus aching from need. As things were quiet, the guard dared
to look up. Seeing Snape pull up his robes and unbutton his trousers, he
quickly averted his eyes again.

Loosening his trousers had slightly helped the ache he was
feeling, but Severus knew his time was short. He pointed his wand down between
Ron's legs, and cast a spell almost silently. Ron cried out as he felt the
effects of the curse begin. It was an itch at first, which soon intensified.
"What are you doing? What kind of sick� OW!" Ron screamed as
hemorrhoids formed and inflamed to three times any normal size. "Stop! You
sick fuck! Get the hell away from me!" Ron continued to yell and scream
until his words were about gone, and he only made noises of complaint. Severus
had redoubled the spell, intensifying Ron's pain. The more noise Ron made, the
more the guard did his best not to look. Severus had not actually touched Ron
with any part of his own body. Yet. Ron looked like quite the victim. Blood
from his now bursting hemorrhoids was flowing down his legs.

When the pain in Severus� groin became too much for him, he
knew he had to get release soon. He leaned very close to Ron, close enough to
whisper in his ear. "Sorry about this," he said, and punched Ron in
the jaw, knocking him unconscious.

The man, who still continued watching the floor, looked up
briefly when he heard the sound of a fist connecting soundly. He caught sight
of Ron�s head, now slumping, and Severus, supposedly thrusting into him. The
man looked away again as fast as humanly possible.

Severus made sure the robes continued to block the view as
he thrust into his own hand, fisting his cock, trying to get it over with as
quickly as possible. The pain began to subside as he felt himself getting
closer to completion. Severus grunted as he came, mixing sem semen with the
blood draining from the redhead. He really wanted to strangle that damned
apprentice for �helping� him with his 'problem'.

He noticed Ron was starting to come around, so he leaned
over him again to whisper in his ear. "I'll find a way to get you out.
Just try to hold on," he said, hoping it sounded encouraging. He wasn't
sure how the Hell he was going to do this without blowing his cover. Severus
continued the thrusting movements, in case the guard turned around again.

"I have a portkey," whispered Ron. Severus knew he
must have looked downright shocked. Ron had almost looked pleased with the
reaction, but it was hard to tell. It could have been a grimace, as he was
still in a lot of pain. "They have Harry in here somewhere, and I'm not
going us hes he's leaving with me," Ron said indignantly. He was
determined not to let Harry down, even if he wasn't sure how he was going to
get past the many dark wizards in his way, not to mention he was in pretty bad
shape. Severus startled for a moment, thinking the worst, but he knew Harry was
safe. Ron had been duped into believing Harry was also there. Though Severus
wasn't sure why. It could simply have been something said in an attempt to add
mental anguiurinuring his physical torture.

Severus shook his head. He grunted a few more times knowing
that it had gotten too quiet, before whispering in Ron's ear again. "He's
at Hogwarts, I promise you."

Ron sagged beneath him in relief. He nodded, and then
suddenly looked at Severus in disgust when he realized that his ex-Potions Professor
was hovering over him and thrusting in his direction. With the visual, and the
pain he had, it was all too much for Ron, and he freaked. He had figured out
what Snape was doing earlier, but had also been very dazed by the beating he'd
withstood. Now that he was becoming more alert, he could no longer take the
sight of Snape thrusting above him. "Get the Hell off me!" he cried
in protest, but sounded very weak.

"With pleasure," retorted Severus, using a deep,
silky tone, and stood, buttoning his trousers as he did so. He had been
expecting Ron's usual flare for dramatics to make it work, but he never dreamed
Ron would have a port-key the whole time. The youngest Weasley man had endured
beati hex hexes, and a painful; though mock, rape, all for the chance at
finding his friend and getting him out. Severus was hard pressed, but had to
admit being impressed by him. As he moved to re-enter the main chamber, a small
grin on his face was quickly masked over by his usual impassiveness, though he
hadn't really been trying to hide it, knowing he had a part to play. He heard
the guard remove the binding spell on his prisoner before leaving the room
behind Severus.

Lucius was standing in close proximity, giving him a small
view into the room as Severus exited. He would have liked to have had the honor
of taking the brat himself. Missing out on the chance to break a Weasley had
sorely disappointed the blonde.

The Dark Lord may have called it a reward, but Severus knew
when he was being tested. He was pushing his luck by not truly performing in an
effort to spare his lover's friend the indignity of such a torture. While a
part of his mind was reprimanding him for going soft, the other part of his
mind had realized that the redhead would have port-keyed out of there if he'd
actually tried to rape him, and he would have been the one holding the bag with
a hostage escaping frithiithin his grasp. He looked forward to finding out
when, and how, the boy would get back home. Ron had been a surprise, and though
he loathed admitting it, Severus knew he would have to voice his opinion
eventually to at least Harry. He really hated giving praise.

~*~*~

Cold, and motionless, Harry lay still in the Infirmary. His
now nearly unconscious state was due more to exhaustion than injury. Before
succumbing to the darkness, Harry thought to himself that it would be best in
the future that he not take on Death Eaters after a truly great shag and a few
hours of flying.

His body had been placed in a sort of stasis, to keep his
health from declining while Madam Pomfrey continued her search for a blood
donor. Harry's type was not all that rare, but they did have to ensure the
donor was someone trurthyrthy, since they needed to be so close while Harry was
in such a vulnerable state.

As Poppy waited for Albus to return with a donor, she tended
to Ginny Weasley, who had been brought in by Hagrid only moments before. She
was relatively unharmed, but was in shock and needed to be kept warm and given
a healthy dose of Dreamless Sleep potion. She hadn't spoken a word, but the
other wizards were now aware that Ron had been with them. Harry had a fit,
making his concern very clear just after Severus was summoned. Albus had placed
a warm hand on Harry's forehead, speaking softly, calming him down. Poppy herself wasn't sure what Albus had
done, barryarry was immediately calmed and no longer appeared upset about Ron,
instead dropping into a sort of sleep. A short time later, with Ginny settled
in and several professors combing the grounds for Ron, Madam Pomfrey began her
thorough examination of the battered and cut up young man.

Poppy began carefully.
She knew it was likely Harry had more cut areas on his body, but she
also was keeping an eye on the clock, knowing it was best to finish her examination
in peace, before the Aurors and other Ministry members arrived. Molly was also
being alerted, and Poppy would like to hold her off a bit longer.

She used magic in addition to her delicate hands to peel
back the strips of fabric that made up the quidditch robe Harry had been
wearing. The spell used to stop Harry's bleeding had worked for the most part,
but pulling the remains of his clothing off prompted a few wounds to bleed once
again. With all the fabric removed and discarded into a bloody pile, Harry
shivered from the cold. It was still a warm summer, bu, but with such a great
loss of blood, he would feel cool regardless of the spell she used to warm the
area for him.

With a warm, wet cloth, the medi-witch carefully washed away
the blood and removed any remaining traces of glass. A spell would later
confirm that no glass had been overlooked. As Poppy finished Harry�s upper
extremities, she began on his torso. Occasionally, a patch of blood that had
dried, pulled from his skin, causing Harry to groan sleepily. Poppy scowled
when she was having some trouble. Albus entered the room with a man, and asked
him to take a seat in the Infirmary office for a moment. The man winced at the
sight of the mess that was Harry Potter, all a sliced up, being tended to on
the bed.

"What is it, Poppy?" inquired Albus, seeing the
scowl on the witch�s face. The woman furrowed her brow, looking intently at
Harry, wiping at his wounds again.

"I thought this was blood, but I can't seem to get it
off," she said in frustration. Albus stepped closer, examining the area,
sighing at the sight of the man. Harry was a man now, but Albus, having been
his guardian, still thought of him as a child, much as he did Severus. He would
be healed, and with so little time having passed, they would be sure that not a
single scar remained from the event, but Albus hated to see Harry is such a
state. He took a closer look, to see what was bothering the woman, then looked
closer still. He pointed his wand, using a revealer spell. Curious, he repeated
the spell, getting the same answer.

Albus took the still warm cloth from Poppy, and continued
where she had left off. He smiled when the medi-witch took in an audible
breath. "It appears to be red ink," Albus said calmly, and if anyone
had looked close, they might have seen a smile. Poppy, on the other hand,
couldn't figure out how such a thing could happen, and wondered ifwas was some
sort of curse mark, but was reassured by Albus that it was not. When Harry was
cleaned up, Poppy covered him with a warm blanket, coving up the big red 'F' on
Harry's abdomen. It may seem to the layperson that she was way off base, but it
was possible to hex a liquid and spray a person with it. It wasn't unheard of,
but Albus had used a spell to show any magical residue that may have been used,
and wasn't too surprised to see the familiar magical signature of Severus
Snape. He didn't mention that part to the matron.

Poppy didn't know the man Albus had brought in, but was
happy to have a donor to give Harry the much needed blood. She had healed the
many cuts on his body, but needed to wait for the blood before she could
continue with the rest. Nothing life threatening, but Harry did have a few
sprains. One of which, could very well be a broken bone. No matter, she would
heal it all soon enough. Once taken out of stasis, Harry became more coherent,
and looked intently at the man in the bed next to him. He didn't know why the
man looked familiar, and was too tired to think all that hard.

"I can't express enough how deeply I appreciate your
helping us out today," expressed Albus sincerely. "Harry, this is Mr.
Finnigan. Mr. Finnigan, Harry Potter." Now it made sense, thought
Harry. The man was Seamus' father. They bore a striking resemblance to each
other. "Harry," began Albus.
"When we contacted your former dorm mate, he was unavailable, but his
father was gracious enough to volunteer. as tas the same blood type as his son,
therefore, yours also."

"Thank you," Harry managed to say weakly, with a
warm smile. While the cuts and larger slashes were healed, Harry was still very
bruised and looked rather beaten up. Mr. Finnigan made a motion to speak, but
stopped when Madam Pomfrey came over and began explaining how things were going
to go during his donation. Seamus' dad was a muggle. He had been married to a
witch for twenty years, and was accustomed to magic, but was still fascinated
by what he was seeing, as muggle healing differed in many ways. Transfusing
blood wasn't much different from the muggle method, with the exception of
spells used to prevent infection and to purify the blood before Harry received
it. Once the process was started, Poppy returned to check on Ginny and speak to
Albus.

"Seamus speaks very highly of you," Mr. Finnigan
said softly. Harry opened his eyes, unaware he had closed them. Mr.
Finnigan seemed to be struggling with
an internal battle. Harry smiled, hoping the man would feel comfortable
speaking his mind. Seamus was a good friend. "You're a hero to him,"
the man continued. "Not like most people think of you, I mean�. Well, when
Seamus first started ol hol he'd written and told us all about you and how
ted ted he was that you were his dorm mate, but later he spoke not about the
things that made you famous in the first place, but of your actions throughout
your life, the things that really count. I don�t need my own magic to know how
important you are to the wizarding world." He paused, again the turmoil
showed on his features. "I suppose I can see why he would experiment some.
I wish I had reacted better when I read the article in the paper regarding your
relationship with my son."

Harry kept his face impassive. Sev would be proud, he
told himself. He wasn't even remotely thinking about when Seamus had come to
his rescue when he was outed. Here, his friend's father was thinking Harry was
his son's ex-lover. Harry hadn't expected any of what the man had said. Boys,
or men for that matter, seldom shared their feelings, but the sentiments were
still nice to hear. Mr. Finnigan had read about Seamus in the papehat hat a way
to hear about your son's sexuality, and it hadn't even been true. He remembered
the paper had said Harry was devastated by the break-up. How embarrassing.

"I'm sorry something so personal was in the paper. I
hope it didn't cause much problem at home," Harry said, feeling awful
about what he caused between Seamus and his parents. Mr. Finnigan had been
looking Harry in the eye, but then found the tube in his arm fascinating.

"I hadn't expected it. I was sure the paper was
referring to someone else, and told Seamus as much. He was put out by my
reaction when I expressed how glad I was that it wasn't him. I was kidding
myself. How many of the five boys in
your old dorm were Irish? I'm afraid I wasn't very supportiIt wIt was a big
row," the man said sadly. He was ashamed of how badly he took the news of
his son being gay. "Me and Seamus haven't been on the best of terms, and
I've been wanting to apologize to him for my behavior. I guess that's why I
volunteered to come today, kind of a peace offering. I hope that doesn't offend
you."

Harry wanted to come right out and tell the man his son
wasn't gay, and had probably just been mad about his father�s reaction, but he
knew to mind his own business. The man was sorry and wanted to make good. When
they made peace and got over their grievances, Seamus would have the chance to
tell his father he's not gay.

"Seamus and I aood ood friends. I'm sure he'll come
around when he sees you making an effort," said Harry.

Just then, the doors slammed open and a group of wizards
came through, causing a ruckus. They were Aurors. Harry wasn't sure at first,
but then got a glance between the chaos and recognized his best friend. He felt
something inside him clench up at the sight of Ron in such bad shape. He was
bloodied, and actually not far from the same shape he was in, but worse for
sure. He also had a splash of some silver liquid on him, which seemed to be the
topic of discussion in the crowd of Aurors. Adding to the excitement, Mr. and
Mrs. Weasley rushed in. Harry was so relieved to see his friend. It felt like a
weight had been lifted that he hadn't known was there before, and he closed his
eyes. He wasn't sure why he'd not been consciously worrying about Ron, and
figured Albus had something to do with it. It was too much all at once, and he
just wanted to go back to sleep, or unconsciousness. He wasn't picky.

Molly slowed down for a moment at the sight of Harry in the
bed connected to another man by a tube in their arms. Seeing that Harry was at
least tended to, she followed the fray that brought in her youngest son. Albus,
showing impressive speed, cut them off at the pass and ushered Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley to go see Ginny first, as they hadn't even started to attend to Ronald
yet. Harry's bed an. Fi. Finnigan�s bed, which was to his left, were both very
close to Madam Pomfrey's office. Ginny had been taken to the far end of the
room, keeping her in a more quiet area. Her parents were now sitting by her
side. Arthur looked back to see them placing Ron in a bed across from Harry's,
but his view was cut off by a curtain being placed around Ginny's bed.

"Weasley told us it was for a message 'He' was
sending to Harry Potter. He didn't want it shown," argued one man. 'He'
meaning Voldemort.

"It could lead to valuable information, and should be
viewed by the appropriate personnel, regardless of Weasley's opinion of its
importance!" came the response from another Auror, arguing over the
substance on Ron's person. Harry now realized it was Pensieve liquid that had
been splashed on his friend. They would have to view it quickly before it dried
on Ron's clothes, or not at all. The first man continued to argue again, saying
they had the Death Eater in custody whom Ron had returned with while using the
portkey, and could find out whatever they wanted from him.

The room was suddenly silent. Harry opened his eyes again,
looking to see what would silence the obnoxious group. oon oon as he looked up,
someone had rushed over, putting a privacy screen around his bed, obstructing
his view. Harry's head fell back against the pillow, his mouth hung open. He'd
only gotten a brief glimpse of the scene from the pensieve solution, but it was
enough to see a badly beaten Ron, splayed out on a stone floor. His legs were
spread out, with blood coming from his entrance, mixing with a splattering of
semen, running down his thighs. His view of Ron was blocked for a moment by
that of a wizard stepping away, buttoning up his trousers.

He gasped. He recognized the hands, the quick, agile
movements. The catlike, gliding strides, the swirl of the robes. It was
Severus, without a doubt. Harry didn't miss the fact that, through the bit of
his face that could be seen through the mask, Severus had a very smug look
on his face.

The commotion had started again, so no one noticed when
Harry threw up.

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