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The Truth isn't What You Think	By : ChaoticNightofFlames Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 25860 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 18
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, he world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowlings and Warner Brothers and I do not make any money off of this.

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Sorry about the wait. I spent the weekend at Bush Gardens so I was already behind. However not all of this time was wasted. I now have a Beta. This is the first chapter she's done. Finally people won't have to beat their heads on the wall or any other available surface out of fustration because of my bad grammar. So give a great big thanks to Kei.

Oh yeah. I don't own Harry Potter. This story has Yaoi, cussing, rape and other goodies. If you don't like it then why are you reading it still?

Voldemort nodded at Severus, surprised that the man had risked coming here. Normally Severus only left Hogwarts when it was absolutely necessary, fearing that his position as a spy might be compromised. Curious as to what had brought his old friend here, Voldemort gestured to the seat next to him. Severus accepted it gratefully.

"Would you like something to eat?" Voldemort asked his faithful follower politely, knowing that Severus had the bad habit of skipping meals, especially when he was working on a difficult potion. Severus shook his head. The man was too skinny for his own damn good.

"No, I ate before I came. However I wouldn't turn down a glass of wine, Tom," Severus answered, referring to his Lord by his first name, a privilege reserved for his in his inner circle only. Tom nodded and an elegant glass filled with a deep burgundy dinner wine appeared. Severus nodded his thanks and sipped at the heavily-flavored drink. Setting the glass down, he sighed.

"Potter is currently sleeping in my quarters," he stated quite bluntly. "It seems that I've misjudged the boy." At Tom's raised eyebrow he sighed.

"Dumbledore sent me to check on Potter two days ago. I found him locked in a cupboard, naked, drenched in his own blood and another man's semen. If I had gotten there even an hour later he would have been dead, as is he only survived as long as he did because of how powerful his magic is. It saved his life. When Poppy scanned him she found evidence of rape and years of abuse, dating back to him being only a year old. The fucking Muggles had starved him while forcing him to do incredible amounts of physical labor from what I can tell. He had the words whore and freak carved into his back with what looks like a butch knife. They're so deeply etched into his skin that even his magic couldn't completely heal them" Severus spat in disgust, shaking slightly with the rage he felt at the idea that one of his students had been so badly abused.

Tom felt like someone had stunned him the hit him with a bludger. How the Boy-Who-Lived could be abused, much less raped and almost killed without anyone ever noticing… He felt sick. While he wasn't above killing his enemies, child abuse was a different dragon all together. He had far to many memories of his own, to inflict that on anyone else, or sit back while somebody else was abusing a child. Something would have to be done about Potter.

"It seems that Dumbledore is still making the same mistakes," Tom said finally. Severus nodded.

"I want you to watch him carefully," Tom commanded. "See if we can bring him to or side or at least get him to stay out of the war." Severus's eyes widened for a second before he became thoughtful.

"Before, I would have said that was impossible. Now, I'm not sure how much of what he does is just an act and how much is the real Potter," Severus sighed. "Truth be told, I have no way of predicting what he'll do."

Tom nodded slightly. "I'm not expecting a miracle. I just want you to try and find out as much as you can about him. Dumbledore's pawn or not he is an important player in this war," he said regretfully. Sighing, Severus downed his wine and pushed his chair back, making it scrape against the stone as he stood. Turning, he bowed to his Lord, who rolled his eyes. Smirking, Severus turned and strolled out of the rooms, robes swirling behind him, leaving the Dark Lord to his thoughts.

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Guilt was a prominent thought. Despite the fact that he had been tricked, he had been the one responsible for the death of Potter's parents. If they had been alive, the boy would never have been in the position he was in now. The media wouldn't be stalking him, he wouldn't have been raped and abused and he most certainly wouldn't be a pawn in war he didn't comprehend, one that he was be too young to involved in. Instead, he would have had a more normal childhood with a family that loved him. Sighing, Tom slumped back into his chair, dinner forgotten. The stress of the war was taking its toll on him. So many good people had been lost due to a manipulative old man and his own inability to stop him. Would he have to add the boy's death to the ever-growing list of regret? He desperately hoped it wouldn't come to that. Potter had suffered enough.

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Fear washed through Harry as he trembled. His uncle stood before him, gleefully smirking at him, a belt in hand, chuckling insanely as he stood over Harry. Vernon flicked the belt down, hitting the teen with the large metal buckle, causing pain to sear through Harry's body again as it tore his skin. The repeated sound of the crack against skin and an occasional whimper was all that could be heard from the room for several long minutes. At last his uncle dropped the belt. He then yanked his nephew up by his neck, causing Harry to gasp for air and no doubt leaving marks. Pulling the teen forward Vernon pressed his fat, sweaty body against the boy's fragile, bleeding form. Harry could feel his uncle's bulging cock prodding into his stomach. He closed his eyes knowing what was coming next.

"There's no one going to save you now. You're a freak that nobody cares about. Who would possibly care about a dirty little whore who gets the people around him killed? You're just a tool to be tossed aside when you're no longer any use," his uncle sneered as he undid his nephew's pants, yanking them off and tossing them across the room.

"Help," Harry gasped, struggling to breathe,. Over his uncle's shoulder Dumbledore appeared, eyes twinkling.

"Headmaster," he begged, his voice barely a whisper. "Now my boy, it's simply too dangerous to remove you from your relatives' home. After all, we can't afford to let Voldemort get you," he said cheerfully as he turned to leave. Crackling again, his uncle threw the teen to the ground. Before Harry could recover the man followed him down forcing him to knees, naked ass in the air. The sound of the zipper could be heard and then the man pressed his large cock against the teens hole.

Not satisfied with simply raping the teen the man squeezed a nipple hard with one hand, causing the teen the gasp. With the other he traced his cock around the teens hole, grinning as the younger man trembled with fear and suspense. Satisfied that he had mentally tortured his nephew long enough, he grabbed the teen's hips and rammed his length into tight hole, burying himself to the hilt. Harry screamed.

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"Potter, wake up. It's just a dream. WAKE UP!" a voice commanded as he was shaken gently. Harry blinked in confusion. He was drenched in swear and his throat hurt. Groggily, he stared up at his Professor who was leaning over him, black hair cascading down.

"Professor?" he asked, confused as he struggled to recall where he was.

"You were screaming and twitching in your sleep. I thought it best to wake you," Professor Snape answered softly.

Harry blushed, quite embarrassed. "I'm sorry—I must have forgotten to cast a silencing charm. I promise it won't happen again," he said guitely, looking down at the sheets, in embarrassment.

A hand cupped his chin, forcing him to look up. "You will not be casting a silencing charm, Potter." Snape said. "I won't be able to wake you up if I can't hear you." Harry stared at him in shock.

"You shouldn't be left alone with your nightmares," Snape continued. Feeling overwhelmed both by the dream and Snape's kindness Harry started to sob softly. Snape wrapped his arms around Harry as he sat down on the bed. Cradled in Snape's arms Harry allowed himself to break down as the other man gently rubbed his back in soft soothing circles.

Long after the young man in his arms had stopped crying, Snape pulled away. An arm reached up and grabbed him, pulling him back, tear-stained eyes turned towards him.

"Please," Potter whispered, his voice edged with desperation and panic. "Stay. Don't leave me alone." Harry shuddered, his eyes closing. Torn, Severus stared at the other man. The fact that Potter trusted him enough to ask this of him was a shock. He was well aware of the fact that staying was not only inappropriate, it was against school regulations and could get him fired. Seeing Potter's trembling form and pleading eyes, he mentally told the rules and Dumbledore to go fuck themselves and slid beneath the covers, tugging Potter down with him. He wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled the boy firmly against his body, spooning the teen. He felt Harry relax against him and he sighed slightly, trying to ignore how good it felt to have the slight form pressed against his own. Clearly it had been to long since he had last shared a bed with someone else.

Harry sighed softly, feeling safe wrapped in his Professor's arms. He could feel the warmth radiating from the other man's body and it felt incredible.

"Good night, Professor," he whispered, snuggling into Snape's chest.

"Good night, Harry," Snape answered, his voice warm and gentle. They both quickly fell asleep.

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Harry awoke feeling strangely happy and comfortable. Blushing, he realized that he was wrapped in Professor Snape's arms. He embarrassing recalled the previous night's events. He had felt so safe and wanted while Snape had held him. The kindness and understanding the man had offered had overwhelmed him, and the idea of being left alone again had absolutely terrified him. He had desperately clung to the man, needing that acceptance and comfort. Surprisingly enough, the man had stayed. Smiling, he reached up and brushed a strand of hair from the other man's face. The lock was soft and silky to the touch. Dark eyes opened, blinking away sleep. A frown marred Snape's face for a few seconds as he pushed away the fog of sleep. Harry suppressed a chuckle as he watched realization dawn on Snape's face as last night's events flooded back.

"Good Morning, Professor," Harry said cheerfully. Snape groaned rubbing his eyes.

"Damn morning person," Snape grumbled half-heartedly, pulling an arm over his eyes. Harry snickered softly.

"Thank you," Harry whispered. Snape pulled back his arm to look at him. Seeing the sincerity in Harry's eyes, Snape nodded, a slight smile alighting on his face.

"Sometimes the loneliness is worse then the physical abuse," he answered softly, understanding in his eyes. For awhile they just lay there in silence enjoying each other's presence. Finally Snape sighed and got up.

"I need to treat your wounds," he said, walking across the room and picking up a bottle of salve off the desk, which one of the house elves had no doubt delivered on Poppy's orders. He once again approached the bed, sitting down on the edge. For the second time, they just sat there.

"You know it's rather difficult to rub this on while you're wearing so much clothing," Snape pointed out, raising a single eyebrow. Harry blushed a deep red and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His professor continued to stare at him. Embarrassed, Harry pulled off. Again, his professor continued to stare at him. Even more embarrassed, Harry pulled off his pants. Feeling vulnerable and exposed, he yanked the blanket up covering himself.

"Lay on your stomach," Snape commanded, keeping his voice soft and gentle. Harry complied. Twisting off the top, he lathered his hands and placed his hands on Potter's back. He felt the other man tense and so started massaging the salve into the firm flesh, trying to relax the tense body.

Harry fell like he was in heaven. The cool hands rubbed up and down his body, adding pressure along tightened muscle. He felt boneless.

The bed shifted slightly and he heard a soft sigh behind him.

"I'm going to have to treat your rectum," Snape murmured softly, sounding uncomfortable. His hand slipped lower. Panic flooded Harry, but he nodded and held still, knowing that it was necessary.

Snape's hands descended lower still, massaging white checks. He pulled back his right hand and coated his fingers in more salve. Gently, he ran a finger around the ring of muscle. Ever so slowly he slid his finger in the tight, hot passage. Potter jerked at the intrusion. Fighting the urge to groan, Severus stroked the inner walls. At last the muscles loosed and he slid his finger deeper in.

A moan came from the bed as Harry ached slightly into his finger. Severus's pants tightened painfully at the sight. He withdrew his finger and started to smear the salve on Potter's arms and legs, trying to focus on the task instead of the warm firm body he was practically molesting.

"Flip," he stated as calmly as he could. Potter complied. His faced flushed from embarrassment.

"It's a natural reaction, Harry," Severus reassured the boy, feeling extremely guilty. Quickly and efficiently he finished coating the wounds in the salve. Forcing his raging libido back under control, (God he felt like a teenager again!), he closed the salve.

"Perhaps you should get started on your homework after you put your clothes back on. I highly doubt you managed to get too much of it done thanks to your relatives." The last word was spat, though amusement was evident in his eyes.

"Yeah, especially considering I have this potions teacher who would love an excuse to give me detentions for the rest of my life," Harry muttered. Snape snickered. Standing up, he replaced the salve and left the room.

The door swung shut and he leaned against the wall. His eyes slid closed as he remembered the feel of the tight hot ass surrounding his finger. The sight of Harry arching upward flashed through his mind. He sighed; there was no denying that he was physically attracted to Harry. He was gorgeous, but damn it the boy was his student and half his age, not to mention a recent victim of rape to boot. And he was going to have to repeat this for two more days… He was so screwed. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He would be lucky if he didn't end up jumping Harry if he moaned like that again. And when the hell did he start calling Potter by his first name? Severus growled at thoughts, feeling frustrated with himself.

Thank you again for you're patience. The next one should be here much quicker. Please review it helps prevent writer's block. I'm serious.
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