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One Drunken Night	By : sybersnake Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 12680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well this chapter's betaing/correction was given as a gift
from K. Stewart (aiunau...). I like
to thank for this gift.
Hope you will like it.

Chapter
6

Severus looked up and around. He
felt like someone was watching him. The hair on his neck and arm arose. His
dark gaze roamed over his bathroom. His thin frame shuddered despite the warm
shower.

If he closed his eyes, or thought hard enough, he could almost feel
phantom fingers from his memory on his body, running up his side, caressing his
thigh, touching him. He shuddered again and felt a bit sick as well. He could
not fathom why this man had wanted him. If he had just attacked him he could understand,
he was not the most popular man in Hogwarts, or the Wizarding World. Lots of
people thought he was a Death Eater who just fooled Dumbledor, who had just
turned aside because he was frightened for his life. But who would attack him
that way? He closed his eyes. Before he could not even think about it, he
needed to come clear with what had happened. It was a rape. He knew that. He
was not sure if this man had raped his body by taking him against his will, or
the sex had been consensual, but he had then raped his mind destroying all
memory of it, or both. Severus had partaken in partner�s fantasies before, but
never truly rough, not ever like this. If forced, he was not sure which he
would choose? Maybe the mind rape would not be so bad; so then his child would
not be the product of a sexual rape.

Severus knew he could have everything aborted now. He could have, if
he wanted. But it never occurred as a solution to correct his problem. Already
the thought to abort it, to kill it, filled him with dread. Severus� hand moved
unconsciously on his stomach, where his child lay inside him. He could not help
but smile. He always wanted a family, one child or more. He had dreamt about it
so many times and now he would have it, maybe not the way he wanted or how he
dreamt it, but that did not matter. One more of his dreams was
broken. Who counts anyway; so many of his dreams and wishes
were lost to him, were soiled by others� hands, or by his own. He did
not dare to dream anymore, but he knew he would keep this baby, his baby. And
he wouldn�t let anyone take away or destroy his new family. His ink black eyes
flashed in determination. He was a Slytherin and he would do anything in his
power to keep it.

He looked up and his gaze settled on his mirror where he could see
his reflection. His skin was pale except his hands and face where it had a bit
of yellowish colour from potion�s fumes from his long years as a Potion�s
Master. His teeth were crooked; his hair grew too long over his forehead, often
giving his students their only break of his piercing stare, and covering his
sarcastic mouth too; his nose was a bit long and hooked; and his body was too
skinny and bony. He would need to change nourishment and personal care for his
future health: his and his unborn child.

But he had other problems at the moment. He needed to find out who
attacked him, and why. Maybe the why was not even relevant, he could think up
enough reasons: revenge for example. But he swore to Merlin he would find out
who it had been.

He shut off the water, stepped outside the shower stall and pulled a
soft white towel around him. In this near silence he could hear Lupin moving
around in the living room.

Severus would not say it out loud but he was grateful for the
company, even if it was the werewolf. Although they did not like each other
much, he knew Lupin was a honourable man, one who
would keep his word, help him find his attacker. Today, he sensed Lupin had
made an unspoken commitment to do more than help with Severus� search, and
would watch over and protect him, even to the endangerment of his own safety. Not that he, Severus could not protect himself, but the
thought that someone else would protect him, his unborn child as well, filled
him with warmth and safety. He felt like he could count on someone. It was not
a feeling he usually associated with the presence of a Griffendor. He stepped
over the side-door leading to his bedroom so he could dress.

When Severus emerged from his bedroom, he wore his usual black
robes, his face paler then usual, his hair a bit wet, but he stood tall and
strong, like last night never happened. But Remus knew he could smell the other
man�s emotions: his fear, his anger, his hurt, and his confusion. His wolf
whined in his mind. Usually Remus never felt this close to his wolf self if it
was not a full moon. He wanted to take Severus in his arm, to protect him, to
keep him safe, to never allow him alone anywhere. His wolf urged him to take
the dark haired Slytherin into bed, and not just in a platonic way. Remus shook
his head to clear it from the mental picture his wolf created. For Merlin sake,
what was his problem? Severus was just raped, yet he wanted to take him, even
by force if he did not want it. No. �No� he screamed in his mind. No, we will
wait and try to� to what? Court him, befriend him, mate him, or dominate him?
He heard Severus voice calling him he looked up and his yellowish eyes meet
Severus black ones.

�Huh?�

�I asked if we can start the investigation?� snarled Severus.

�Yes, of course.�

�We should start where you found me, and follow the clues from
there.�� Remus nodded and moved toward
Severus� chamber�s front door, he opened it and looked around the place he had
found Severus earlier, on the floor, not even 5 feet away from where they
stood now.

�I found you before that statue.�

�Interesting.�

�How so?�

�Are you really that slow, Lupin?� Said Severus,
rolling his eyes in annoyance. �Who ever it was knew where my rooms are.
Anything else?��

�Yes, I remember smelling something familiar. I could not pinpoint
exactly what, but if I smell it again I will recognize it, or him.�

Severus� dark eyes wandered around the secluded corridor. His eyes
stopped on one of the painting at the far end of the corridor, then they moved
toward the spot he was found. He had a shaky memory of wakening up on a cold
floor, feeling both the pain and the cold, but nothing else.

�Lupin, go ask those in the portraits if they saw anything.�

�Okay, and what about you?�

�I will look for magical signatures.� With that Severus stepped
closer to the statue and pulled out his wand. Remus watched him for a second
before heading toward the portraits.

Severus pulled out his wand, concentrating to recall some of the
charms and spells he learned in his youth.

�Adoleo� was a spell that the Aurors� usually use. It would collect
all smells from the air and analyse them. A scroll appeared out of the thin air
and resulting words started to form on it. Severus watched as it listed what
odours remained: the first consisted of potion ingredients, male sweat,
alcohol, and blood. It was his smell, he was sure, although the smell of the
alcohol puzzled him a bit. The next he identified as Lupin�s.
This smell was newer, more vivid then the first, it was the smell of sweat,
alcohol, grass and chocolate. But the third puzzled him. There was the smell of
a man, alcohol, sex, blood, panic, anger, and lust. All smells became unique
when they mixed with someone�s sweat. That way Severus could identify the man.
Of course, first he needed to find that man. It would be of no use to him now,
only later for verification. He rolled up the paper and put it in his pocket.
And cast the next incantation.

� Verificum
Subscriptio.� This spell was not entirely light magic; it was nearer to dark
magic. It was also used mainly by Aurors. It helped to identify one�s magical
signature. A paper appeared again, brown ink started to appear, letter by
letter. The ink colour could show many things: what House the man belonged (red
for Gryffendor, green for Slytherins, yellow for Hufflepuff, and blue for Ravenclaw). There were also colours for magical creature
blood as well. The shadow of brown ink wrote:�
Gryffendor, werewolf, 30-ish, early 40-ish. That would be Lupin. The
second was a pregnant Severus. The pen stopped moving. Severus took the paper
and rolled it up. Someone had destroyed all previous odour signatures in this
corridor.

He stood up and summoned the Bloody Baron. �Evoco
Lord Baron.� He did not needed to wait for long
for the Slytherin House�s ghost.

�How may I help you, Severus?� he asked in his fey voice.

�Baron, I need your and the other ghost�s help. Someone attacked me
last night, and obliviated my memories of it.� The
Baron looked mad. How dare someone attack one of Hogwarts' own within its
hollowed walls.

�We will ask around the portraits and house-elfs, and report back.�
With that the ghost left thought the ceiling. Severus heard nearing footsteps.

�What have you found out, Lupin?�

�Not much. The paintings did not notice anyone on the corridor after
you left, about 7.�

�Mhm, it means our man either used an invisibility potion or cloak.
He has to be rich or a member of an old family if he could acquire either of
the two.�

�Could he not make the potion himself?�

�No, it is too complex to make; almost as hard as to brew the
Wolfsbain.�

�Oh.�

�We can�t find out anything else here. The Baron will contact us if
he has any news. It�s time to ask last night�s guests as well. Maybe someone
saw something.�
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