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Rescue Me	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30447 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry yawned loudly and stretched luxuriously as he woke slowly to the smell of breakfast being made. It was the most delicious smell in the world and primarily becausehe wasn't the one fixing it! Briefly he thought back to the times when he'd been dragged out of his room or cabinet to fix breakfast, what they hadn't known was that he always wolfed some of it down for himself.
Rolling from his oh-so-soft mattress, and padding into the bathroom, Harry relieved himself first thing. His brow furrowed, however, when he experienced a light burning sensation. Shrugging it off as one of those teenage things and thinking that he'd have to hike up the number of times he wanked off, Harry dressed in a pair of jeans and one of the comfortable t-shirts that he'd bought.
Walking down to the dining room Snape was already seated and waiting, just like every other morning since Harry had been at Snape Manor. It was odd, the companionship that the two men had found with one another. Their conversations were still as sarcastic and snarky as before, but in a sort of familiar, comfortable way.
"Late again Potter, am I going to have start dragging you out of your bed each morning just so I can have a decent breakfast and then get to my work?" Severus sneered.
Harry snorted, "With you getting on up in years, Professor, I doubt that you'd have the strength to even lift the blankets."
Both men tucked into their food after that and silence prevailed throughout the rest of the meal. It seemed that they always finished their meals at the same time and Severus would once again remind Harry of the importance of staying inside, and Harry would, of course, remark with the fact that he's lasted almost seventeen years. Then they would part, Snape to his dungeons, and Harry off to explore the vast manor.
It was around midday when Harry was passing back through the foyer, on his way to the kitchen for a butterbeer, when the urge to urinate hit him like a hippogriff. Harry sprinted off to the guest bathroom and hissed as the burning sensation that he'd experienced earlier that morning intensified tenfold. Harry put a hand to the wall to steady himself against the electrifying pain.
Something was terribly wrong and Harry knew it, but did he go to SNAPE and tell him that it hurt when he urinated? Gah, it sounds like I'm five and I don't know how to button my pants. Harry grumbled as he zipped up his pants and gently waddled out of the guestroom and leaned against the wall in contemplation.
Well he's a man, I think, so he's probably had this problem before. Harry reasoned with himself as he passed through the dining room, still waddling, and went in the direction that Snape headed off in every morning.
Taking the stairs at a painfully slow pace, Harry found himself in front of a door, the only door actually in a long hallway. Odd, that's what it was.
I can't believe that I'm going to discuss my penis with Snape. It just doesn't get more humiliating than this. Harry cleared his throat, mustered his courage, and rapped at the door.
The door flew open and there was Snape, looking all dark and mysterious with the steam from the cauldrons billowing around him.
"What is it Potter? Lost your favorite pair of Velcro shoes and can't tie your sneakers?" Snape had to pride himself on his snarky quips. He would have reveled in his own brilliance much longer if Potter didn't have that pained expression on his face.
"Erm, Professor, I .. I need to talk to you about .. a problem." Harry started, not exactly sure how to say what he needed to say.
Snape rolled his eyes, "And here I thought you came to see me to discuss the weather."
Harry glared at his professor, "I was, uh, peeing and well, something's not right. I'm in a lot," he stressed the word vehemently, "of pain."
The Potions Master frowned, "You're not passing kidney stones are you?" Was his first question as he motioned for Harry to enter his private work shop.
The Boy Who Lived passed by several steaming cauldrons until he came to the back of the, remarkably well furnished, dungeon and took a seat on a low couch that was, against appearances, quite comfortable.
"When did the pain start?" Snape was all business without any snarky remarks, so far.
"Just this morning. It wasn't that bad before breakfast but just now I thought that ... well .. anyway!" Harry could feel that he was blushing.
That's a lovely blush. The thought froze Severus for a moment and his eyes, if possible, darkened even more. No, this was James Potter's son and Severus let the thought he'd had earlier slip from his mind, it was just the fact of being in a secluded dungeon all day and the other fact that he hadn't had a good lay in a while that was getting to him.
"Well, Potter, there's only one thing to do. I'm not taking you all the way to Hogwarts today so unzip your pants and let me see." Snape managed to keep a straight face while saying this, but he didn't manage to calm the frantic beating of his heart.
Harry's eyes widened instantly, "No way! I'll just .. suffer or wait until school starts back, you're not.... I am not taking off my pants in front of you!"
Snape smirked, "Potter, you don't have anything that I haven't seen before .... At least I hope not."
Harry narrowed his eyes at Snape and crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
"Potter, the pants, now!" Snape barked, losing his patience.
"Fine! For the love of merlin!" Harry muttered as he unzipped his pants and slid them down just far enough so that he was still partly covered.
With those long, pale fingers, Snape gently poked and prodded, all the while Harry fought down the erection that he felt coming on. The man's fingers were just so soft.
Snape himself could hear his own heart in his chest as he stared down at Harry Potter's cock which was, inevitably, starting to harden. Severus felt his own member answering to the call and he cleared his throat to break the silence.
Bringing out his wand, Severus did somethingwith it, Hermione would have known, but Harry simply remained silent, not trusting his own vocal cords.
When Snape was finished he stood up, from where he'd been kneeling in front of Harry, and nodded, "Well, it seems that your uncle left you a parting gift. Gonorrhea."
Harry's mouth fell open as he tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up, "What are you going to do about it?"
"Well, I'd kill the bastard, but, since I'm rather sure that he's already died, a rather slow death I might add, I suppose the only thing I can do is to mix you up a potion. Although I should make you mix it yourself, perhaps then you'd actually try seeing as how you never do in class." Snape leered as he went over to an empty cauldron and began adding a wild mixture of things.
Harry watched Snape in amazement. The man was so sure and confident, his hands not hesitating for a second as he grabbed ingredients and sprinkled them into the cauldron and then poured a few drops of something in and then added some scalding ginger brandy.
"Apparently you weren't the only person that Dursley was humping." Snape remarked as he stirred the contents in the cauldron.
"Sir could you .. not talk about it please? I'd rather not think about it, ever." Harry said very quietly, his eyes diverted, wringing his hands in his lap.
Severus glanced up at Harry and nodded, "Forgot that you were sensitive."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Sir, I've been wandering. I know that Professor McGonagall is around and everything and.. she is my Head of House, so why didn't Professor Dumbledore send her to retrieve me?" It'd been on Harry's mind ever since day one.
Snape simply shrugged his shoulders, something that Harry had never seen him do, "I don't know, Potter, I don't try to figure out the mind of that old codger I just do as he asks so that he won't bug me about it later."
"But, wouldn't I be safer with Professor McGonagall? I mean, not because she's more powerful than you but, you have to be out on Death Eater business and such."
This time Severus met Harry's eyes, "Because Albus knows that I would never slip and let one of them get to you. I am the best spy the Order has, and, I'd say, the best at protecting things."
"Alright, it's ready." Snape declared as he took a ladle and poured some into a cup and then cast a cooling charm on it so that it wouldn't burn Harry's tongue out of his head.
Harry took the concoction and gratefully gulped it, ready for the burning pain to be gone! When the goblet was empty Harry handed it back, "Hm, you should pass that out at parties, Professor, it doesn't taste that bad."
Snape merely grumbled something as he put the ladle back in the cauldron and cast a preserving charm over the entire works.
"Professor, can I ask you something?"
"Since it seems that you are intent on playing 20 questions, sure why not." The sarcasm bit through the air.
"What happens if I freeze in front of Voldemort the way I did in front of you the other night?" Harry pondered, his voice slightly soft, and it was the first time Severus had ever heard Harry speak of the up-coming, inevitable battle with nervousness.
"You won't, when pushed or put into a corner certain reflexes take over the body that we seldom know we have. Anyway, it's as you keep reminding me, you've escaped from the Dark Lord six times now, so I suppose you'd better hope that your luck holds out for a seventh."
Harry rubbed a hand on his leg, feeling relieved as the pain began to subside, "Will you teach me?"
Snape's eyebrows raised, "Teach you what exactly?"
"To fight, like a Death Eater. If I plan on participating in this war I'd better know how to fight right? I mean I know all of the curses that are in our Dark Arts books but that's the legal stuff, I doubt that when I'm standing in front of a Death Eater he's going to be throwing jelly-legged hexes at me." Harry reasoned.
Snape chewed on his lower lip, also something Harry had never seen him do, as he thought, "I'll see what Dumbledore says, but if we do it will not go as the occlumency lessons went. You will listen to what I say and do exactly what I say or I'll not even bother with it and you can get your fool head blown off."
At that time Sterling appeared, looking mildly surprised that Harry was in Snape's private dungeons, "Lunch is served Master Snape," he looked to Harry and added reluctantly, "Mister Harry."
"Thank you Sterling."
The creature bowed and left and Harry rose from the couch, "Why does Sterling act like he doesn't like me?"
"Ah, for once something doesn't like Harry Potter." Snape said with sneer, "Actually, he's kin to Kreacher and house elves have a funny way of looking out for their relatives, no matter how distant."
Harry threw his hands in the air, "Great, so now I've got to watch my back around the manor as well."
Snape barked out a laugh, "Don't get your knickers in a wad, Potter, I've given Sterling strict orders that he is to obey what you tell him and that he is to do not harm to you while you are staying in this manor."
"Well, I guess now I can sleep with at least one eye closed tonight." Harry conceded as he led the way out of the dungeons, followed behind by a very amused Snape who just happened to look up in time to see Harry's delicious backside disappearing up the stairs.
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Snape laid looking up at the ceiling as lightening occasionally lit his room and made the shadows recede. The Potions Master always liked it when it stormed. The quiet of the night that was suddenly disrupted by the soft rumbling of thunder. To Snape storms were calming and he eagerly welcomed this one on as another flash of lightening lit up the bedroom.
On the other hallway, however, Harry was curled up beneath his covers, his eyes squeezed shut against the lightening that crept into his room. Each rumble of thunder grew a little louder and Harry began to hum the Hogwarts school song in his head to try and block out the noise.
It was becoming impossible, however, as the thunder grew so loud that Harry was sure he felt the manor tremble. Behind his eyelids Harry could see the night that he and Cedric had been portkeyed to the graveyard, and he could see in the darkness the way everything was suddenly illuminated by the green light of the Advada Kedavra.
When the next flash of lightening entered the room Harry bolted out of his bed, grabbed his wand, and quickly padded across the bridge that led to Snape's hallway. Harry stood in front of it for a long moment, poised and alert as he listened in the silence of the hallway, wandering if something even now was making its way toward him down the dark hall.
"Knock Knock"
Severus frowned, was he hearing things? Had someone just knocked on his bedroom door? Taking his wand from under his pillow, Severus slid out of bed and quietly crept over to his door. Peeking it open just a bit he sighed when he saw that it was Harry, "What is it this time Potter?"
Harry's knuckles were white from clutching his wand, "It's the storm, I ..He is all that I can see when I close my eyes."
"Who?" Snape questioned.
"Cedric...Voldemort." Harry shook his head, because the image of Cedric lifeless on the ground always morphed into the hideous creature that came forth from the cauldron and proclaimed himself the Dark Lord.
Snape stepped aside with a sigh, "Come in."
Harry obeyed, stepping out of the dark hallway and feeling his body relax a bit with relief to be safe in the room with Snape.
"Are you afraid of the dark, Potter?" Snape sneered.
"No, just afraid of the unknown." The answer was serious and sobering and for once Severus couldn't feel glorified about his sneering remark.
The two men stood in silence until the room lit with the pale purple of the lightening. In that second of light Severus could see the fear on Harry's face although the boy was trying hard not to show it or give Snape the satisfaction of seeing it.
"Sit." Snape commanded.
Harry sat tentatively down on the edge of Snape's bed and looked up at his professor, wandering what the man was going to say to make this situation better, because, over the last few days that Harry had been with Snape it seemed that whenever he had a problem, Snape solved it.
"Clear your mind." Snape said simply, thinking that Harry should be able to do this on his own, but then, the boy hadn't taken time to properly learn occlumency.
Harry shut his eyes and concentrated on clearing his mind, but the more he concentrated and worked on clearing his mind, the more things he seemed to think of. Like the way Snape had touched him earlier, and the way he always held his pinkie up while drinking from his goblet at breakfast.
These thoughts Harry thrust into the darkest corner of his mind, he certainly didn't have time to dwell on them and then he felt another presence in his mind. Snape. The man's presence was calming and Harry felt his body and mind relaxing. Apparently Snape could use occlumency for other purposes besides torturing Harry with the humiliation of going through his memories.
Harry felt hands on his shoulders, guiding him down onto the bed as the hands stopped and then tucked his legs under the blanket. The pillow was so soft and all that Harry could find in his mind to think about was how nice and peaceful he felt, and then, he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
Severus sighed as he looked down at the student who occupied the left side of his nice large bed. Well, I'm not letting Potter run me out of my bed and a good nights sleep. Severus determined as he returned to his spot in the bed, sighing as he relaxed into the soft mattress.
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