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Carry on my Wayward Son	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18789 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Hello, another update :) I’ve tried to make the most of the small amount of free time I’ve had today. Anyway I won’t go on too long, enjoy.
To Hurt But Not to Harm
Harry awoke from the healing sleep groggy and disorientated. He tried to push himself up onto his arms only to fall back down as sharp pain shot through them. Biting back a groan Harry waited for the pain to fade before moving his arms out in front of him and studying them closely. The scars left on his hand from the repetitive use of the quill were gone, but there were dark red lines running up his arms as if poison was moving through his blood stream. He had only moments to ponder what this could mean before sleep dragged him under once more.
When Harry awoke the second time he was pleased to note that he was nowhere near as tired and the red lines had faded from his arms, as had the pain. He immediately headed for the bathroom, his bladder protesting the length of time it had been since he’d last emptied it. Once that was taken care of he headed to the shower, knowing he mustn’t smell very good by now. It was only when he started undoing the buttons of his shirt that he noticed he wasn’t wearing the clothes he’d fallen asleep in, but rather a pair of soft, black, silk pyjamas. Who’d changed him? Was it Voldemort? And had he actually changed him or just transfigured his clothing into the pyjamas? Harry felt himself blush at the idea of the other man seeing him naked and hoped it was the latter of the two, if it had been Voldemort who’d changed him at all.
He showered quickly, dried himself off and moved to the walk in robe, hoping his outfit from the other day was in there as he doubted the Dark Lord would be happy with him walking around the manor in Dudley’s old clothes. He stopped short as he reached the doorway to the cupboard and his eyes fell on the shelves and racks that had been bare just days ago and were now full of robes, shoes, underclothes, pyjamas and masks in every kind of colour Harry could imagine. He couldn’t find any of the clothes he’d brought in there anywhere, but he wasn’t too concerned about that. It wasn’t like he wanted them anyway.
Overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothing he suddenly had to choose from, Harry called for Lissy who immediately popped into the room. “How may Lissy help Mr Potter?” the elf asked politely.
“I have no idea what to wear,” Harry told the elf honestly. “What time is it? Should I even bother getting dressed? Better yet what day is it?” he asked, wondering how long he’d been out.
“It is 3:00 on Thursday afternoon, Mr Potter, and Lissy will find you something to wear as Master will be wishing to see you and you will need to be dressed for dinner,” the elf replied, moving toward the cupboard.
Thursday; that meant Harry had been out for three days. Dread suddenly struck him, what if Severus had shown up while he was out? He hadn’t gotten the chance to explain anything to the Dark Lord, what if he’d killed Severus while Harry was sleeping?
“Lissy, do you know if Severus Snape has been here to see the Dark Lord yet?” Harry asked, as the elf returned from the cupboard with an outfit in hand. Black, grey and red today.
“Lissy does not know, Mr Potter,” the elf replied as she began dressing him in his robes. She made quick work of it as well as fixing his mask in place, but when she was done her eyes moved up to his hair and her expression became one of exasperation.
“Does Mr Potter really need his hair like that?” the elf asked annoyed.
“Um … I don’t really have a choice in that, Lissy, it just grows that way,” Harry explained to the annoyed elf.
“Yes but do you need it that length?” she asked.
“Uh, no, I guess not,” Harry replied.
“Good,” the elf responded and began flicking her fingers at Harry’s hair. Harry waited impatiently, hoping the elf wasn’t making him look completely ridiculous even if nobody but the Dark lord knew who he was. “There, done,” the Elf said after a few minutes, a pleased smile on her face. She clicked her fingers and suddenly a mirror appeared in front of Harry, allowing him to see what she’d done. It looked great. She’d cut it really short, slightly longer at the top but still short enough that it spiked up rather than curling or falling flat like it usually did. He liked it, it would be a lot easier to deal with now and he told her so before thanking her.
She seemed pleased by the praise and disappeared the mirror before flicking a spell at him, which Harry assumed was supposed to clean off any rough bits of hair. She then smoothed out his robe and informed him that Voldemort was in the throne room before disappearing with a pop.
Harry headed quickly to the throne room, eager to find the Dark Lord and find out if Severus had presented himself yet. As he neared the throne room the sound of someone screaming touched his ears and a horrible feeling of dread filled him. What if that was Severus? What if he got there too late? He picked up his pace and turned the corner so fast he nearly ran into Nagini.
“You are awake!” she stated, and if Harry weren’t in such a hurry he would have noticed the happiness in her tone.
“Nagini, who does the Dark Lord have in there with him?” Harry asked.
“He has Severus and several death eaters, why?” the snake asked.
“Damn!” Harry cursed and ran to the door, throwing it open to see Severus writhing on the floor while the Dark Lord stood over him, torturing him with the cruciatus.
Voldemort looked up in annoyance as Harry burst into the room. Severus stopped writhing and collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath. The rest of the rooms occupants, five in total, stared at Harry in horror. Harry looked at the fallen man for several moments before turning his attention to Voldemort who was glaring daggers at him.
“What is the meaning of this intrusion?” The Dark Lord hissed, descending on Harry; his wand raised in anger.
“Forgive me, My Lord,” Harry said humbly, dropping to the floor on his knees to show submission. “I was on my way down here to report that I was awake when Nagini told me you were in here with Professor Snape. There is information I must give you about the night Dumbledore was supposed to die and due to the healing sleep I was unable to before now. I was concerned that you may be preparing to kill the professor when he was not to blame for the failure of the mission that night and I needed to make sure you were given all the information before that happened. I apologise for my entrance and the interruption, I would not have done so had I not felt the situation warranted it. I humbly apologise and will accept any punishment you deem acceptable for my behaviour,” Harry explained as quickly as he could, knowing how short the Dark Lord’s temper was and hoping he listened and allowed Harry to explain.
The room was silent for several moments but Harry didn’t dare move or speak again before Voldemort said something. After what felt like hours Voldemort knelt down in front of Harry and seized his chin, bringing his face up to meet the Dark lord’s. The command didn’t need to be spoken, Harry already knew what the man wanted. He met the dark Lord’s crimson eyes, allowing Voldemort to enter his mind. It hurt, a lot more than it had the previous time and Harry clenched his fists to keep from crying out as he directed Voldemort to the memory the man sought.
Harry and Dumbledore appeared back in the astronomy tower, having returned from their visit to the fountain, and began to descend the stairs, the old coot blathering on about something Harry wasn’t paying attention to. As they neared the bottom Harry looked from one side of the room, where Draco waited in a hidden nook preparing to strike, to the other, where Severus waited. The plan was for the three of them to ambush the aggravating old wizard as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs and Harry nodded to them both, beginning to gently ease his wand out of its holster in preparation.
What happened next occurred so quickly Harry barely had time to process it.
A spell hit Snape from behind and he fell to the floor, alerting Dumbledore to the fact that there was something wrong. Moments later someone grabbed Draco and pulled him back into the alcove, just before spells began flying around the room from every direction. The last thing Harry saw, before Dumbledore grabbed him and apparated them away, was Bellatrix stepping over Snape and firing a spell at them, her cackle echoing through the astronomy tower.
Anger ripped through the Dark Lord and he pulled back from Harry’s mind with an enraged scream. He paced the room for several minutes and Harry used the moments he was distracted to look over at Severus, who was still lying prone on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed and Severus gave him the barest of nods, not wanting to draw the anyone’s’s attention to their conversation. Eventually Voldemort stopped pacing and ripped up his sleeve to expose the dark mark. He pressed his wand to it for several seconds then stalked angrily from the room.
“You are not to move!” he screamed over his shoulder, snarling at the rest of the death eaters in the room to wait out in the corridor and slamming the door shut behind him. Harry waited until he felt the man’s energy head downstairs before crawling slowly over to the potions master, his head pounding with every move he made. He pulled Severus into his arms and ran a soothing hand through his inky, black hair.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “They’ve had me in a healing sleep for the last three days. I tried to tell him before I passed out but he mustn’t have understood, I’m sorry,” Harry repeated, pushing Severus’ hair back from his face as the pale, and still shaking, wizard’s hand came up to touch Harry’s arm reassuringly.
“Not your fault,” Severus gasped and allowed Harry to hold him for a few moments longer before moving shakily to his knees with Harry’s help. “He will punish you now, severely, you should have left me to him,” Severus ground out through clenched teeth.
“No,” Harry replied vehemently. “I won’t let him kill you. If I could have put you on that contract I would have, but I couldn’t, so I’ll do what I have to to ensure you are protected as much as possible.” He reached out and grabbed Severus’ shoulders tightly. “You have saved me so many times, it’s my turn now. When he comes back in here to punish me you have to let him. Don’t argue or try to defend me, he’ll only hurt you more and you don’t deserve it.”
“And you do?” Severus demanded angrily.
“It doesn’t matter if I do or not, you know it’s coming and if you argue with him it’ll only end up with both of us getting hurt, and probably a lot worse,” Harry replied.
“I promised to protect you,” Severus argued.
“But that’s not your job. For once in your life think about yourself and not what somebody else wants or needs you to do,” Harry argued back.
“Your mother -”
“Is dead,” Harry cut him off, drawing an angry glare from the potions master. “It’s not nice to think about, or say, but it’s reality and she’d want you to be safe too. Please let me take this one, I don’t want to see you dead and I know for a fact there are other people out there that don’t either, one who cares about you a lot more than you realise.”
Severus opened his mouth to argue, but Harry felt Voldemort approaching the room once more and moved quickly back to where he’d been kneeling previously. “Don’t argue,” was the last thing he said before bowing his head in preparation for the Dark Lord’s return.
Voldemort glided back into the room moments later and passed between the pair before settling on his throne, Nagini slithering quickly up into his lap. He was calmer than he had been, but Harry could still sense anger bubbling beneath the surface of the man’s cool façade.
“Severus,” The Dark Lord called the Potions master softly.
“Yes, My Lord,” Severus replied humbly.
“Wait outside until I summon you back,” Voldemort ordered.
Severus paused only a moment before replying, “Yes, My Lord,” and climbing slowly to his feet.
“Pet, come here,” Voldemort ordered as Severus limped from the room and knowing his punishment was forthcoming Harry didn’t see the point of delaying it, it would only make the other wizard angrier.
He moved to stand in front of the dark lord’s throne and knelt down, his head bowed in humility and acceptance of whatever the other man deemed an acceptable punishment. Nothing was said for what felt like hours, but Harry could feel the man’s angry gaze on him and could only guess he was struggling to think of a way to hurt Harry without actually harming him. Harry waited patiently, knowing speaking was only going to anger the man further. Finally he heard Voldemort sigh and the man stood from his throne and approached him. He knelt down beside Harry and ran a hand gently through Harry’s hair.
“Do you know what you did, Harry?” he asked, his voice angry but soft at the same time.
“Yes, My Lord,” Harry replied. He didn’t bother reminding the man that he’d done it to avoid Voldemort killing an innocent man and an invaluable resource in his fight against Dumbledore. Voldemort already knew that and Harry doubted reminding him would do anything but anger him further.
“Do you understand what must happen now?” The Dark Lord asked.
“Yes, My Lord,” Harry replied.
Voldemort didn’t say anything, but Harry felt him nod. With gentle hands Voldemort reached out and pulled Harry’s face to lean against his chest. The Dark Lord’s heart beat echoed in his ear the volume increasing as the hand holding Harry’s head tightened its grip, effectively clamping Harry’s head in place. Harry immediately knew what the Dark Lord was going to do as a punishment. It wasn’t the cruciatus curse, but for Harry it may as well be.
“I’m sorry, My Lord,” he offered softly, as Voldemort’s other hand approached his forehead and pulled the mask away. The open palm then came to rest on his face and Harry felt himself begin to tremble as the thumb reached out to touch his scar.
Harry wasn’t sure just how long the pain lasted, but he heard his screams echo back to him from the walls of the throne room, and he was positive the entire manor heard it, for what felt like forever before his vision darkened and he passed out. He just hoped it didn’t make Severus feel too guilty.
XX
Harry groaned as consciousness returned to him once more. His head felt like someone was pounding it with a mallet and his scar burned like it was on fire. He cracked an eye open, only to close it again when he realised the light made his head hurt more.
A soft hand on his shoulder was the first warning he had that he wasn’t alone, it was soon followed by the feeling of a cool, wet cloth being applied to his forehead. Harry gave a quiet groan of gratitude as the pain in his head eased a little.
“Thank you,” he said softly
“Is it helping?” Severus’ voice asked him and Harry allowed himself a small smile at learning the other man was all right.
“It is, yes, thank you,” Harry replied before asking, “Are you okay?”
“I am fine,” Severus replied. “The Dark Lord called me in after he was done with you and had Lissy bring us both here. I am under orders to remain with you until he comes to see you,” he explained.
Harry nodded. “Well thanks, I appreciate it,” he replied. He tried to open his eyes again, only to snap them shut as once more the light proved too much for his head to handle. “Is that light from the window or a candle?” Harry asked, not sure how long he’d been out.
It dimmed and Severus replied, “Candles.”
“So I’ve been out for a while?” Harry asked.
“Several hours,” Severus replied.
Harry groaned. Another day wasted. “Sorry, this must have been terribly boring and inconvenient for you,” he said, finally managing to open his eyes and look up at the other man.
“It was fine. I am still not feeling the best myself so I didn’t have all that much planned for today,” Severus replied and Harry was thankful that the other man hadn’t mentioned the fact that he might not have lived through the meeting to bother planning anything after it.
They were quiet for some time, Harry pondering a question he’d been meaning to ask the professor for a while. May as well ask it now, looks like they weren’t going anywhere for a while. “Professor.”
“Mr Potter.”
“If Dumbledore had bothered to open my mother’s will after she died, would you have done as she’d asked?” Harry asked, studying his hands nervously.
It took Severus several moments but he finally replied, “Yes, I would have.”
“Would you still have hated me?” Harry asked quietly, not sure he really wanted the answer.
“I don’t hate you,” Severus replied after a short pause and Harry looked up at him surprised. “You can be extremely reckless and short sighted at times and I do wish you would use your brain a lot more often than you do, but I do not hate you. If I had known of your mother’s wishes upon her death I would have taken you in and raised you as my own as best I could,” the man finished and Harry nodded. There was only one other question he wanted to ask.
“Do you think you could ever have loved me?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
Severus sighed quietly. “I think I would have, eventually” he replied just as softly and Harry felt tears of anger and frustration fill his eyes.
“Damn that old bastard to hell for not opening my mother’s will,” he hissed angrily, trying to blink back the tears.
Severus’s hand came down to rest on Harry’s shoulder and he squeezed it gently. “I am as angry as you are for this, but at least he will be dead soon,” the potions master consoled him quietly.
“I know,” Harry replied sadly. “It doesn’t erase the awful childhood I had with the Dursleys or give me what should have been mine though does it? And don’t say it, I know I’m acting like a child I just don’t care. I didn’t get to act like one when I was a child, I may as well do it every once in a while now,” Harry snapped.
“Had I been the one to raise you I wouldn’t have tolerated you acting under your age,” Severus informed him.
“Yeah, well, you weren’t were you? And there’s no way I can go back and do my childhood again so it’s never going to happen, and therefore it doesn’t matter does it?” Harry demanded angrily. He knew he shouldn’t be snapping at the professor, but thinking about what Dumbledore had done to him over the years always made him angry. He was surprised when Severus reached forward and grabbed his chin, turning him to face the potions master.
“We might not have known then but we do now and while you will never get your childhood back you’re certainly not an adult yet and I will not tolerate my son acting like a child when he’s almost 16,” Severus snapped and Harry froze, not quite believing what he was hearing. Tears burnt his eyes once more and he reached out to touch the hand what was holding his face. Severus expression softened and he released Harry’s face, closing his fingers around Harry’s instead.
“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around,” Harry whispered, a tear slipping down his face.
Severus’ expression was grave as he replied. “I know, but as long as you are I will be here.”
Harry closed his eyes as another tear left them and allowed himself to be pulled into a one armed embrace, pressing his face into Severus’ shoulder and slipping his free arm around the potions master. They held each other like that for a while, Severus’ face pressed against Harry’s hair as Harry struggled to get himself back under control.
It was only when Harry felt the Dark Lord’s magic moving toward them that he pulled back and quickly composed himself, using magic to remove any trace of tears.
“Was my mask on when Lissy brought us here?” Harry asked, lying back down on the bed.
“No,” Severus replied, which surprised Harry greatly.
“Did he tell you we could speak?” Harry asked.
“He instructed me to ensure you were fine, I assume that means it’s all right so speak to you, why?” Severus asked with a curious expression as he placed the wet cloth back on Harry’s head.
“He’s made a big point of not letting anyone else know who I am, hence the mask, and not allowing me to speak to anyone without asking permission,” Harry explained.
“I was to ensure you were fine, I cannot ascertain that if you cannot speak to me. If The Dark Lord is displeased with us for speaking we will use that as our reasoning. And he did hand you to me with no mask on, I already know who you are,” Snape reasoned.
“Handed me to you?” Harry asked curiously.
“He was holding you in his arms when he called me back in to the room. He handed you to me before he asked Lissy to bring us here,” Severus explained.
Harry was surprised; he would have expected Voldemort to just leave him on the floor when the punishment was over.
The door opening interrupted his musing and the Dark Lord glided into the room in all his inhumanly beautiful glory, Nagini close behind.
“Ah, Harry, you are awake, are you well?” the Dark Lord asked, approaching the bed.
“Just a headache, My Lord,” Harry replied and Voldemort sat on the edge of Harry’s bed, reaching out to gently touch Harry’s forehead. Harry felt a tingle pass through him and when it was gone the pain had disappeared with it. Harry looked up at him with wide eyes. “Thank you, My Lord,” he said quietly.
Voldemort nodded before turning his attention to Severus and reaching out to touch the Potions master’s shoulder in much the same way. He pulled back a few moments later and Severus’ expression would no doubt have looked much like Harry’s had the man not been so good at disguising his emotions.
“Thank you, My Lord,” the professor echoed Harry’s words. The Dark Lord nodded to Severus and sat back with a sigh.
“Well, the two of you have placed me in quite a difficult position. One one hand I now know for a fact that you were working together to kill Dumbledore last year. This gives me pause to question your loyalty, Severus. At the same time however, it also means I know for a fact that you are indeed against Dumbledore, Harry, and your arrival here wishing to aid me in my war was not a lie, which pleases me greatly. So what to do with you both?” he studied them intently for a moment and neither of them spoke, waiting to see what he was going to say next. “All right, I want to know exactly what’s going on, how it started and what the ultimate goal is. I want the entire story from start to finish and I want it now, from both of you. Severus let’s start with you,” Voldemort ordered.
“Are you sure you wish to hear it all now, My Lord?” Severus asked cautiously. “It is a rather long story.”
“Yes, right now,” Voldemort replied, making himself comfortable on Harry’s bed.
“Very well.”
XX
End of Chapter
So our story continues to unfold. Harry has saved Severus, suffering a rather nasty punishment in the process. I pondered the punishment Voldemort should give Harry for quite a while before deciding on this one. Hurting someone without harming them is not at all easy, but of course the Dark Lord would find a way. We now know Bellatrix interrupted Draco, Harry and Severus’ plan to kill Dumbledore and we’ve seen a bit of why Harry is angry with the old man. Next chapter will go into this a bit more. I hope you enjoyed it and as always please let me know what you think.
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