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Changes	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 27108 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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CH5 AN: Rape warning. If you want to skip, do so at the following line: “Severus sat in a chair and waited until the youngster had thrown himself into another. Then he began speaking...” Again I'll summarise the missed details next chapter.
And secondary warning – after a discussion with a very good friend, I have now been nice and decided to include “Bottom Severus” warnings. This chapter contains one.
Niniel1981 - Thank you again for the new review. I hate Lupin in this too, but, no he isn't turning into a second Greyback: he has never really felt power before, and much like others, it has rather gone to his head.
And yes, Dumbledore is being 'thick' as you put it, but in his defence, there is a lot on his mind – the curse killing him, trying to save Draco's soul, telling Harry what he needs to know to ensure Voldemort's defeat... As well, he hasn't had much interaction with Harry, as the Gryffindor has been in Snape's quarters, so for once, I think we can forgive some of his blindness. Plus, you have to remember that he (thinks) he knows Remus, and doesn't know what Lupin is truly capable of.
And I'm glad you like Severus helping Harry. It's difficult to keep him in character and still have him being decent to the youngster. SP
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Chapter 5 – Don't try to deny
In the week building to Harry's second change, Severus emptied one large store cupboard and fitted a sturdy barred front across the doorway. The door itself he removed, but added a magical barrier in its place, so that when Harry transformed, he would be unable to cross the ward. On the floor he had strewn a thick layer of straw, and wooden panels covered the brickwork, so that should the young wolf claw, he wouldn't hurt himself on the unforgiving stone.
To give Harry some privacy, Snape fitted a blanket across the bottom half of the bars (on the outside) so that when the time came, the boy could strip and not feel utterly exposed.
Severus talked Harry through the ideas he had had, “And once you have stripped, you can pass me your clothes and your wand, and I will keep them safe until the morning.”
Swallowing, Harry entered the room and sniffed carefully at all the surfaces. “Put one of your dirty robes in here,” he said, not looking at the older man, “the scent might help keep me grounded.”
Surprised at the suggestion, Snape nodded and made a mental note to do just that.
Harry gave one more glance around the room and left it, his gaze fixed on the bars, his lips curling back from his teeth. “What if I escape?” he asked, “What then?”
Severus was fairly confident that escape was impossible and said so, but he also explained that he had a net made of silver wire to hand, that could be used to subdue Harry should it become necessary. He didn't tell Harry about the wards on all the doors in their rooms – should Harry get free, he would turn Severus, but he would not be able to get into the school itself. In fact, during the full moon, Snape had cast a tricky spell so that all of the doors would change into solid walls as soon as the sun set, so there was no way out for either of them. The fireplace he would also make into a wall. He was determined, whatever happened, whatever became of him, Harry would not escape and commit acts he would regret forever.
Teeth clenched together, he thought of Lupin and how he didn't regret his actions, he revelled in them. It made Snape wonder. “Harry, your instincts, or the wolf's instincts, are strong. Does the wolf know how to break Lupin's hold on you?”
Harry shuddered at the name and his eyes briefly flashed yellow. “I'm not sure. I dream of turning and you touching me, you know, down there, and making me release, and it makes me excited. It's something I want to have happen. But I don't know if that's the wolf telling me how to defeat him, or if it's just me and my fucked up desires.”
Given everything Harry and Snape had seen, Harry didn't feel any particular embarrassment at confessing his desires. Even if it made the older man deeply uncomfortable.
Severus tried to hide his arousal at the words. He would have whatever he could of Harry – that was freely given – but he didn't even know if it were safe to attempt any such thing if the wolf had not been subdued by the potion. And having been bitten by Harry once, he was not eager to have it happen again, and possibly even turn himself. Despite knowing what he risked by staying in the rooms, and accepting it, he wasn't thrilled at the notion of possibly becoming a werewolf.
“Perhaps …” he stopped, voice choked, then stated again, “Perhaps, we could try that in your current body. Maybe it will help you know which it is – human desire, or werewolf instinct.” Not looking at Harry, Severus added, “If that is something that you would wish, of course.”
Harry moved into Snape's line of sight, pressed close and sniffed Severus. Used to being smelt by the youngster, Severus didn't comment. He had no idea if Harry was open to the idea, or was merely feeling fragile and in need of grounding.
“Will you … kiss me again?” the words were almost indistinguishable, but Severus somehow heard them over the thumping of his heart.
“You wish that?”
Harry tilted his head back, green eyes radiant, and Severus bent to capture those sweet lips. With his mouth back under Severus', Harry felt content and aroused and desperate to be touched even more by this one man who could reach past the wolf to find him. Long moments passed whilst they explored one another, tasting skin and tongues and teeth as they pressed closer and closer. Feeling Harry's hardness against his thigh, Snape slid a hand down and rubbed at it, using some pressure to try to ease an ache he understood all too well. Moaning with pleasure, Harry kept kissing Severus as he was stroked through his clothes. The touch was driving him mad as he ached for more than he was getting; he needed a firm grip tugging on his naked flesh so that he could thrust hard and fast and come.
“Please,” he moaned when he tugged his lips away for a moment.
Undoing the fly, Severus slid his hand inside and slid his palm around the heated length. Harry bit back a growl of pleasure and jerked into the tight grip, fingers digging into Snape's arms as the older man rubbed a calloused thumb over Harry's swollen tip and then tugged hard on the shaft, loving the way Harry's nails dug deeper and he made a whimpering moan as he ground into the perfect grip.
“Please … gonna … oh god!” Harry sobbed, spurting over Severus' hand and his own clothes.
After gasping for breath, Harry kissed Severus desperately, wishing he could return the favour, but too scared to. Although wanting to be touched, Severus understood Harry's hesitancy, and made no effort to push his own throbbing length near Harry.
“So, the wolf, or you?”
Lips pressing gently against Snape's neck, Harry considered. “I wanted that,” he admitted quietly, “and it has calmed him, but the wolf wants something else too. He wants you. And, and not just like that. He wants you under him.”
Severus' breathing became harsh, panicked.
“I'm sorry,” Harry whispered. “I can't control what he wants.”
“You can, Harry. You're stronger than you know; certainly stronger than Lupin realises. Look how resilient you are – you were raped by a man you thought you could trust and already you are moving past it to be intimate with someone else. It is ...” Severus stopped, all too aware that he would never have been able to attempt anything like this so soon after his rape.
“What happened?” Harry asked softly, pulling out of Snape's arms and sorting his clothing out.
Snape knew exactly what Harry was asking about and shook his head, knowing the youngster should never hear the details of what had taken place. But the boy glared at him, eyes still green, and spoke sharply, “You know every detail of what happened to me. Nine fucking times! Now don't pretend you're okay with what was done to you, because I can see you're not. And you've just wanked me for fuck's sake! Stop trying to protect me and just tell me!”
Snape swallowed. “I don't want you to know, as it will hurt you.”
“Hurt me? Hurt me?!” The werewolf paced, full of nervous energy.
“Imagine it had been Black who violated me. Would you want to be told?”
Harry's eyes were filled with horror. “Sirius ra …?”
The older man shook his head. “Your father.”
Seeing a face twisted with disbelief and shock, Severus knew he would have to admit everything. “You might want to sit down,” he said softly.
Harry shook his head and paced. “Harry,” Snape said wearily, “sit, please. This is not going to be pleasant for either of us.”
Severus sat in a chair and waited until the youngster had thrown himself into another. Then he began speaking, “You know I was at school with your parents. But, I don't think anyone has told you that I was friends with your mother,”
"Mum? You? But you called her ...”
Snape choked out, “I – I loved her. She never saw me as anything other than a friend, but I think your father hated me and saw me as some kind of threat, mainly because Lily always treated me decently.
“That memory you saw – the one where I called her that, that was my worst memory, not because of what James did after Lily went, but because I destroyed our friendship with that one word. She never forgave me for that insult.”
Still now, Harry asked quietly, “Did he … afterwards? Is that when he …?”
“No. Once Lily had gone he stripped all my clothes off me and left me dangling in the air so everyone could see everything. Of course, she heard about it and eventually had a go at James, but that was days later.
“No,” he sighed, eyes looking at the carpet, but seeing instead a long ago act, “No, he came to me after Lily had criticised him and blamed me for it. He said he was going to be with Lily, and was going to make her first time good, so he needed some practice. And I'd have to do. I owed it to him, he said, for saving my life when Black and Lupin nearly killed me. I'd always owe him.
“He told me when and where, and I turned up as ordered. He ...”
Snape stopped, eyes focused on that deed; on the shame and the pain and the humiliation. He remembered being ordered to pull his trousers and underwear off, and then to get onto his hands and knees. James had roughly pushed his legs apart and pressed something large, hot and blunt against his tight hole.
He recalled the long moments when James had just pushed against him and cursed him for resisting before persistence inevitably won and the rounded tip had forced its way in and made his muscle stretch painfully. With the swollen end in, the rest had been more easily pounded into him, although it certainly hadn't felt any easier.
Body throbbing with the agony of being raped, he had let his head and shoulders drop, hiding his tears behind his hair.
“Merlin, you're so fucking tight! And you want it, don't you, you fucking slut!” James had choked out the words as he had pulled a little free then pushed back in.
Shaking, Severus had merely stayed still; not even reacting when James had begun chanting, “You owe me!” and moving his dick in or out in time with each word. By the end he was gasping, “Yo'weme!” as all one word and pounding quickly into the bleeding channel.
His climax had poured out, salty fluid stinging rents in the passage and he had stilled for a moment, his body pressed against the clothed back. Deliberately he had pushed the shirt up and bit the pale skin hard before pulling his sticky cock free.
It had all happened so long ago, the bruises faded, his body physically healed, and still Snape couldn't forget or even begin to forgive James for what he had so cruelly done.
Swallowing, Harry slid out of his chair and knelt facing Severus. His hands touched the pale fingers and held on. He hated his father at that moment; hated all of the Marauders for all the unnecessary pain caused over the years due to their thoughtless actions. His own mistreatment at the hands of a Marauder slipped from his mind as he felt nothing but desperate compassion for this broken man.
“Anyway,” Snape went on, trying vainly to pull himself together, “after – after he'd finished, he told me to not even think about telling anyone, as who'd believe that 'Saint Potter' would do something like that?
“And then, two days later, he cornered me and told me I'd done a good job as Lily had … had ...” Severus started crying then, the memory of finally, irrevocably losing Lily breaking him when even being raped hadn't.
Harry ached to kiss Snape. To show him that it was possible to enjoy touching someone, to not always be hurt and humiliated, but he didn't dare. “How can you bear to look at me? Why would you even want to help me?” he whispered, horrified, “I'm just like him!”
Severus shook his head. “I thought so at first, when you first joined the school; and it made me hate you, but later, I saw more of Lily in you. Your face isn't as harsh as James' was, it has her gentleness to it. You're more like her than you know. Far more like her than like your father.”
Overcome with emotion, Harry caught Snape's face in his hands and kissed the older man, lips pressing tight as their mouths opened and tongues slicked inside, sampling the hotness, the texture, the taste of the other man. Finding together the beginning of healing.
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