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Snape's Curse	By : JanisJ Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 24342 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and encouragement! I’m really new to doing multi-chapters so it’s great to hear from you all! Makes me happy (and makes our boys feel like they’re safe to explore new territory).

~~~~ Occlumency’s Curse (part 3)



“Albus,” Severus started, his tone vacillating between anger and betrayal. “How could you let this happen?”

“And to what, may I ask, are you referring to this time?” Albus thought he might know, but he wanted to make his closed-off colleague have to articulate it out loud. He sat back in his chair and observed the inner conflict that seemed to be boiling under the surface. Severus was uncharacteristically fidgeting; the movement of his fingers was slight and would probably go unseen to someone who didn’t know him well, but the Headmaster did and it was tickling him to no end to see his surrogate son so unnerved.

“Do you have any idea what that boy has been through?!” Severus demanded. “Do you know the things he’s seen and done?!”

“Who are you talking about?” Albus inquired innocently, amused at this new sympathetic passion Severus was displaying over a student he’d always thought so little of and professed to hate.

“Harry BLOODY Potter, old man, that’s ‘who’! Are you purposefully being obtuse?!” Snape slapped an open hand on his armrest.

Dumbledore chuckled, “Yes, Severus, I am. To see you so riled up is just too fun….”

“Fun?!” the Potion Master fumed. “FUN? Letting a tiny, inexperienced wizard risk his life time and time again is FUN?”

Albus sobered slightly but was still twinkling. “No, son, no…. Of course not. What Harry has experienced and accomplished is no laughing matter. It’s just seeing you care….” The Headmaster braced himself for the inevitable explosion.

It never came. Snape had fallen silent. A good several minutes past as Severus reigned in his emotions that had got the better of him and had let slip out far too freely for his liking. Well shit, he dryly thought to himself, now the old codger knows how worried I am over the boy-- Isn’t that just a load of dragon dung in the ‘Amortentia’ of my day!

“Sir, I am merely concerned for a student in our charge. He has been placed in life and death situations that grown witches and wizards could not survive.” (He conveniently left out that he included himself in that number.) “Frankly, it shocks and appalls me that you could allow such battles to occur.”

Dumbledore regarded him thoughtfully. “I seem to recall, as you yourself have most vociferously asserted repeatedly, Harry is a ‘willful and disobedient brat that does whatever he pleases’.” Severus opened his mouth to retaliate, but Albus held up a hand to silence him. “That is how you saw it. You saw James’ arrogant disregard for the rules and thought his son would be the same type of show-off. I saw it as initiative and noble intentions.”

“While we’re on the subject of that self-destructive Gryffindor courage, do you know that he and his sidekicks actually tried to inform adults of huge problems brewing and were summarily dismissed? Were you aware that they asked for teacher supervision and help and were denied, thus making them think they had to take things into their own hands?”

Albus gave a brief nod, “After the fact….”

“The fact is, Headmaster, this extraordinary boy has been lucky so far, but he has not had the help and guidance he’s needed!” Albus took a guilty gulp of tepid tea; the agitation his stoic friend was displaying wasn’t quite as entertaining as before. He was hitting too close to home for comfort. But his shame was tempered with the joy he felt at Severus’ confession of his new description of Harry.

“So you admit he is ‘extraordinary’?” the aged wizard’s smile faintly returned.

Snape snorted. “I simply meant to delineate that his position and circumstance is far from being that of a normal child.” He would not be derailed by semantics. “Keeping information from him and not taking him seriously has only put him in more dangerous situations than necessary. Call it ‘initiative’ if you want, but his compulsion to face challenges head on in the face of lethal consequences whilst not having all the information he could has been a far greater sin than simply breaking laws and school rules!”

Dumbledore sighed. “I have always had faith in his abilities and spirit. Prophecies aren’t made lightly, Severus, and I doubt that any other soul could have accomplished all that he has so far.”

“You put this all down to luck, or fate, or whatnot?!” Severus was flabbergasted!

“Yes…. And no…. Like I said, I only learned of the horrors after the little trio’s adventures. I didn’t think he needed inclusion in such adult things so early on. I am culpable of keeping things from him, yes.” He bowed his head in remorse. “I wanted him to have some sort of semblance of a childhood. But he hasn’t, has he? He never did; he was always destined to be different…. Certainly proved his mettle, though, no?” Albus looked up hopefully, wishing to see some sort of absolution from his friend.

“Indeed,” Severus intoned stonily, agreeing, but not entirely forgiving. “I will concede the boy has much more power and potential at the practical application of magic than with coursework.”

Albus’ wrinkled face broke into a grin; that was a HUGE admission coming from the man!

“Oh just stop sparkling so damn much, old man! I simply mean that if he is to be thrust into these deathly scenarios--and let’s face it, it’s only going to get worse-- he needs to better informed. You do intend to share more information now that he is more man than boy….”

“Of course, of course….” Albus was thrumming with delight at the subtle shifts in Severus’ perception; he was now truly seeing Harry and not just his biased idea of him. He was showing concern! He hadn’t even called the lad any derogatory terms this meeting! He was seeing Harry as a wizard on more of an equal footing! He couldn’t be happier for his two special boys.

Severus huffed. “That settled, I have a bone to pick with you.”

Albus’ eyebrows rose, “Another?”

“A full grown Basilisk’s worth of potions ingredients?! Why did you not tell me? Do you have any concept of how rare and valuable those are? We could have had scholarship funding for the under-privileged for years to come! Resources for the Order! More electives—Hell, we could have created your infernal brain-child, the ‘Wizard Studies’ class for Muggle-borns! Albus! The possibilities are endless, not to mention what I could brew for St. Mungo’s! I—I—,” Severus spluttered himself into indignant silence, intermittently throwing up his hands and opening his mouth only to flap closed again.

Dumbledore chuckled. His heart swelled to know that he was the only one that got to see this man become so impassioned he was reduced to rambling and rendered utterly speechless. Anyone who ever met the brutally brief but eloquent man would never believe him; Severus would kill him if he ever told, but he opted to keep the secret to himself anyway-- it was a little special thing just between them.

“Severus, at the time, you shunned any mention of what happened surrounding the Chamber incident. You seethed that whole summer, brewing for weeks at a time in the dungeons, not even taking meals in the Great Hall. No one saw you except the house-elves.” Again, Severus made a move to argue but was silenced with a calculating stare. “You wouldn’t have listened.”

“But a whole full-grown Basilisk….the scales alone….” Severus whimpered, all but whining.

“Harry had been through enough already. I hardly think going back into the Chamber of Secrets so soon would have been good for the lad. After saving a girl’s life, his own life, and destroying Riddle’s bid for a new one (for the second year running, I might add) and killing a serpentine monster-- it would have been too much. I may have failed him without the benefit of reading the future, but I could certainly make up for mistakes in hindsight.” Severus just looked nonplussed so Albus continued. “At the time, there was only one person that could open the entrance for you; I could not ask him and add to that trauma.”

“At the time?” Snape was still in the dark about what he was getting at.

“Well, I’m hardly going to invite ‘Resurrected Tom’ into the castle to open it…. But maybe now….” He trailed off, musing to himself in a way that infuriated Severus.

“’But now’ what?!” The Potion Master hated the elusive talk the old coot was so fond of!

“But now that it’s been awhile, and Harry is more mature and you’re relationship is building…. He might take you down there….”

“And why, exactly do I need Potter?” Severus inquired through gritted teeth, wishing his mentor would just spit it out. Certainly the Gryffindor wasn’t actually the heir of Slytherin? Was this another bit of crucial evidence kept from him? Dumbledore soon saved him from going too far down that road.

“Parseltongue, son, Parseltongue. That’s the only way to get in. He may do this for you…. Perhaps, if you ask nicely.”

****

Harry shakily drew his curtains and took the hand lotion from the bed stand. Ron raised an eyebrow since his best mate didn’t usually shut himself in to the tight enclosed space of the four posters, but said nothing. There was a quavering ‘Silencio’ and then nothing. Ron snickered. He’d never actually caught his best mate having a wank, although he knew he must at some point….they all did it.

Ok, clear your mind, clear your mind, The-Boy-Who-Lived muttered to himself. Snape said to wank before bed…. He was used to an early morning routine, especially in the shower, but if clearing his mind for sleep was what he had to do, well…. He’d try it.

Lying on his back, he put a tentative lotion-slicked palm in his pants. He still seemed a bit shy since he wasn’t already hard. When he’d experimented with masturbation, it was because he was already aroused so he wasn’t sure what he was attempting to do with a limp prick. Ok, umm, what did he usually think about? Sheesh! (even his inner-monologue scoffed at him) Professor Snape, you idiot! Duh….

So Harry let his thoughts wander and center around the man. He was such a compelling presence! He imagined him looming over him, intently staring into his eyes with that smoldering fire he sometimes got. “Is there nothing that relaxes you? Perhaps some type of activity involving those hands of yours?” Oh god, he had an actual sense memory of those words ringing in his ears….

Harry rubbed a little harder on his penis, pulling at the base and teasing around the head with his forefinger. He could feel himself hardening had an astonishing rate. He toyed with his testicles with his other hand, “Surely they’re adept at more than catching a Snitch.” He traced each ball, roughly the size of a Snitch and dragged his nails through the hair that grew there.

It felt really good…. He tugged a little harder, his shaft finally full and ready.

“I’m going to attempt to penetrate….” Harry heard Snape’s smooth as liquid silk voice and circled a finger around his pucker. He quickly brought that finger to his mouth to wet it, then put it back, teasing the sensitive skin. He’d never breached that part of him—just touching the outside and thinking like this was enough…. It felt sooo good.

Snape had talked to him about playing with his bits, actually mentioned bringing himself off—Fuck, it got him so hot! Was the man thinking of him doing this to himself at bedtime? Probably not, but at the same time, his hazy mind couldn’t let that thought go—HE’D suggested it so he WOULD be thinking about if Harry was doing it…. THAT’S what got him completely wound up-- Snape thinking about him tossing off.

He squeezed buttocks and thrust up into his fist. His other hand played with his sac and strayed further down, smoothing a shaking fingertip along the part between his balls and butt-hole and on some strange instinct, pressed inward. His heels dug into his mattress with force and he came really hard. From his prone position, he actually shot himself in the chin on the first spurt! He could swear he had never ejaculated so strongly!

He fell into a blissfully blank slumber.

****

Much like his naïve attempts to control his erections when going to spend time in Snape’s classroom by relieving his bladder, he figured it couldn’t hurt to masturbate before his Occlumency sessions. Freshly satisfied, Harry entered Snape’s lair ready for his lesson.

The professor, however, did not look prepared. He looked downright ill.

“Sir? Are you all right? We can reschedule if you are unwell.” Harry offered.

“No,” the man sighed and waved a disinterested hand before him. “I’ll be fine. I just have a matter I need to discuss with you regarding something that was brought up during our last meeting.”

Oh god! Harry’s heart leapt into his throat. He’s going to ask me about the wanking! Oh god, no! Snape spared a glance at the panicking boy who had subconsciously clasped his hands over his crotch and gone unnaturally pale.

Shaking his head to himself, the potions teacher muttered, “Potter, if you are unable to control your emotions to the point they are written all over your face, then how can you expect to discipline them internally?” Harry’s face instantly hardened into a spectacular glower. Severus chided himself for being rude right off the bat; this was not how one goes about requesting favors. He sighed again. He really was an ornery bastard.

Severus took a deep, cleansing breath and began again. “I…” and then faltered under his student’s expectant gaze. He pressed his trembling hands in between his thighs and was grateful he was sitting behind his desk, hiding the slight hint of his nervousness that would betray him. “I realize that this may not be something you would be willing to consider….”

Again the professor seemed at a loss on how to proceed. Harry was curious—what could this tough-as-nails man possibly have to be anxious about? Because he clearly was, he could at least tell that much. He didn’t seem able to tear his eyes away from his teacher’s twitching shoulders (that were always so rigidly stiff) and those arms that plunged below, disappearing into his lap, jerking in tiny motions that looked like they were…. Oh please, get a grip! He’s definitely not touching himself under the table! Stop thinking like that! It’s making you half hard! Focus! He’s talking again!

“—if you would, that is, then accompany me in the Chamber and help to gather the items, I--I would be very much indebted to you.” Harry’s unintentional drift in attention was fortuitous to Severus as it kept him from hearing too much of his clumsy, bumbling speech, but also unfortunate in that he missed some key points and was left staring blankly back. The longer Potter was silent, the more Severus fretted. Unable to stand the swirling, stifling suspense, he uncouthly blurted, “Well? Will you?”

Harry blinked—‘Indebted’? ‘Accompany’? Huh? “Chamber?” he thickly responded to his teacher.

“Yes, show me the entrance, open it and then take me to the remains of the Basilisk,” Severus replied slowly, as if speaking to a dim toddler, trying his utmost to keep his irritation and impatience to a minimum.

“Oh. That. Erm, ok…. Fine.” Harry acquiesced and watched in fascination as Snape’s whole body melted in relaxation; he was enthralled first by the uncharacteristic uncertainty-- and then with a simple affirmation from himself, he was witness to yet another severely atypical emotion from the stern man. He hoped he might be able to see more than the usual indifferent exterior or disdain etched in deep lines around those brows. He turned and headed for the door.

Snape called after him, “Not right this minute, Potter. I meant, perhaps, if you had some free-time over the weekend? We have another Occlumency lesson now.” He actually managed to keep a neutral tone (finding the naïveté rather endearing), and it was one that left Harry a little sheepish, but not feeling offended in any way.

“Well, since I’ve been banned from Quidditch, I can go during when I used to have practice. Three o’clock on Saturday all right with you?” Harry offered, his pulse racing at the thought of spending more time with Snape outside classes and lessons.

Severus just nodded (more excited at the prospect of a little adventure with the Boy-Who-Lived than he thought possible) as he regained use of his vocal chords. “Yes, that’s perfect. It’s a date.” He winced as soon as the cheesy words were out of his mouth and Potter’s breath hitched. Clearing his throat loudly, he strode from behind his desk with his usual stalking menace, brandishing his wand at the ready. He quickly steered the conversation away from his embarrassing blunder by going in search of more secrets Potter feared would be discovered. “Legilimens!”:

They were in a grandly outfitted training room that Snape could only surmise was at Hogwarts (since there was a gaggle of about thirty students from each house-- except Slytherin) but it was one that he had never seen. Harry was directing the children in learning defensive spells. They were all doing quite well, progressing to increasingly difficult levels. There was a sense of pride and camaraderie suffusing the room as the students mastered new, complex magic and cheered at each other’s successes…. But an air of impotent rage, defiance and guilty furtiveness imbued the atmosphere as well, despite being surrounded by the benevolence of about two dozen Patronuses…. They were meeting in secrecy, afraid of being caught by Umbridge…. No one could find out….

For the first time, Harry rejected Snape’s magic from his head while remaining on his feet.

Severus noted the gleam of triumph in Potter’s eyes. “I commend your efforts, both with repelling and the apparent underground society you’ve formed,” the astonishment at his rare compliment and tacit acceptance of the ‘illegal’ study group on Harry’s face was transparent. “But I must urge you to be discreet. While I condone what you are doing to help yourselves, times are dire and this could yield catastrophic results if certain officials were to learn of it.”

Harry just nodded, too grateful he hadn’t just outed all his DA friends to be turned over to magical law enforcement. “However, I was able to get in and see too much. What we need is a more immediate repulsion. I wonder…. what do you dread being exposed the most?”

Great, Harry thought, there was one last place Snape hadn’t gone spelunking around in yet, and it was by far the worst. Severus watched the thrill of horror wash over the boy’s features. There was something more terrible than what he’d already detected. Something that made him break out in a cold sweat. Intriguing…. He had a hunch, having been a teenage boy himself once upon a time. A calculating sneer graced his thin lips which Harry found extremely foreboding. “Calm your emotions, discipline your mind. Legilimens!”:

Instantly, he saw mistletoe and a crying Miss Chang approaching Harry. He saw a brief snippet of an awkward kiss. Then suddenly it broke to the golden trio in their common room, grilling him about his first kiss, with Ron laughing, asking “Are you that bad at it?”….

Snape could sense a frantic quality that he knew was coming from outside the memory-- a desperation far greater than the ‘past Harry’ worried he might not be a good kisser. A wall slammed down around the scene, containing that single incident….

Severus could have gone around the edges and perused any other part of Harry’s brain, but he pulled out, in order to let Potter have this small victory (and partially in surprise that the popular, handsome hero of Hogwarts had only kissed one girl and it had only been a month ago!)

“A much quicker response, Potter-- So, you fear me finding out about your sexual prowess, then? Or lack there of?” (Interesting….)

Harry glared at him, mortified and angry at his mockery. “That’s PRIVATE!”

“Indeed. But not to me. And not to the Dark Lord if you can’t close it off before he slithers in. Still, you managed a Selective Shield. Remarkable, really. That is the most specialized, desirable talent of all.”

Harry just looked dazed and confused.

“A Selective Shield is one in which other parts of the mind remain accessible while locking up vital parts that you don’t want the Legilimens to know. It is as much an offense as a defense. Often, as is the case with the Dark Lord, a complete Occlumency block makes it entirely too obvious one is hiding something, and thus makes the assault on the mind turn into a full blown attack. It can be dangerous to scour the synapses too hard. Rough handling of the delicate neurons sometimes causes permanent nerve damage.”

At Harry’s appalled expression, he added, “Don’t worry, I’ve been gentle in my penetration.” His student didn’t look too soothed, but he forged ahead nonetheless. “However, back to the point; it is most advantageous to let the Dark Lord think he has free reign in your mind, while hiding what you must. That way, his probing remains relatively light and he is satisfied that he’s getting the whole truth. Pushing specific thoughts and memories to the fore is not something you need to worry yourself about, you just need to fight against external intrusion and influence….” He trailed off, apparently lost in thought.

A sharp fear and dread struck Harry through his heart at the way Snape was speaking. “Sir, do you still go to see Voldemort, I mean, now that he’s back?”

“That is none of your concern!” Snape snapped and turned to face the wall in an attempt to conceal his emotions. Then his shoulders slumped. “I’m…. sorry. I—yes. I pretend to be a faithful follower so that I can gain intelligence for the Order.”

Harry’s eyes widened at the apology and offer of adult information. “I was just discussing this very thing with the Headmaster.” His potion stained digits brushed over his lips. “I accused him of keeping important matters from you, things that would contribute to your success and survival and yet I found myself doing you the exact same disservice. It’s just very personal, you see….I am not in the habit of discussing my roles with students, or most anyone, you must understand.”

His mind reeling with these new revelations, Harry nodded silently and solemnly. Snape seemed so open, so human and was talking to him more like an equal! It felt really, really good! He cherished the fact that the note of derision and scorn had mostly faded from their encounters. It had been a subtle shift, but after that last admission he could see it clearly now.

“Potter, there is something I must know.” Harry audibly gulped, erroneously jumping to the conclusion he was going to bring up the masturbation topic again. “You have taught a group of children, far below NEWT levels to cast corporeal Patronus Charms.” His student visibly relaxed. Curious… he mused but continued with the original question, “Where did you learn that?”

Harry let out a huge breath he’d been holding. “Professor Lupin. Sir. My third year. I begged him for protection against the dementors because they affected me so badly,” he admitted, embarrassed about his weakness. Snape saw him shudder, and couldn’t blame him; he recounted that he’d heard Lily’s last anguished screams in their previous lesson.

“Ah, yes, I seem to remember a certain Quidditch match in which you shot one at Mr. Malfoy and company when they tried to prank you by dressing up as dementors….” Harry noted a strange gleam in his eye that he never seen before from the inscrutable man; he wasn’t holding back anger this time, it was softer-- more like amusement! “But it is easier to produce the charm when dementors are not present, yes?” Harry nodded curtly, disappointed that the seeming praise was being rescinded.

“I must admit, I was always curious as to who cast the Patronus that repelled the hundred-strong swarm of dementors that saved yours and Black’s lives. After all, Lupin was hardly in any state to do it, and Albus swears he didn’t. Do you know who it was?”

Harry was quiet for so long Snape was confused. Then it dawned on him—the memory! It was the fear of his and his friends illegal actions being brought to light that caused the impetus for Harry to finally block him out! He was protecting someone, but who? “You know, don’t you,” he cooed, like trying to coax a frightened animal. “I promise there’ll be no retribution, I simply cannot figure out who it could be. Only a really powerful witch or wizard could have conjured it.”

Those green eyes flashed up at him, full of conflicting emotions. Severus waited, hoping to convey his sincerity about not exacting punishment. Finally, he was rewarded by a whispered confession: “It was me. I used Hermione’s time-turner. I cast it.”

The professor staggered slightly and clenched the edge of his desk. He fought to keep his voice impassive. “I see…. Impressive, Potter. Thank you for telling me. We’ve used up our allotted time for the night. You are dismissed.”

After the boy had exited, he turned from the door in a whirl of robes. Oh good lord, oh god—it was him! At the tender age of thirteen! A hundred dementors! He vaguely felt himself instantly harden and trickle a steady drip of pre-cum into his underwear as his pulse raced and mind spun out of control; the strength, the magic, the raw, unleashed energy-- the potential to harness and hone that kind of power! Oh god!

He stumbled back and fell into his chair moaning, “Oh my god…. Such POWER!.... Harry!….”   His whole body jerked as he violently came in his pants.

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A/N: Ok, I admit I didn’t dream up the harvesting of Basilisk ingredients, or a ‘wizard studies’ course. I don’t remember exactly who it was or where I read them in other wonderful fanfics but obviously I wish I had and thought they were a great idea for fanon-- I hope if those authors, if they’re reading this, will take it as a compliment that I liked it so much that I included it in mine. (Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and all that.) If anyone knows where they came from please let me know and I’ll change this note to give credit where credit is due. Those concepts are just too good not to repeat (and try to cement into fanon!)

Hope you enjoyed this part…. (And damn it! I didn’t get to the effing sock puppets!!!! I’d hoped to, but this whole thing is turning out way too long and in depth— tho’ believable Slyth/Gryffs always do.   Next time, I swear, next time! It’s in the outline….)
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