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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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jujukitty: Hrm Hrm, not telling...kekeke. Just read this chapter. as for his name, i was aware and planning to make a joke out of it in later chapters (much later) and if it really bugs you, you can try to think of it as Car-eye-on.

KittyChen:O.O I'm sure you can... *shivers.Ehe- i used your scath speedating thing in one of my chapters; cause it sounds funny. As for Remus, i don't know...

Woodlandspirit: Yes, his tail gets abused alot- Harry had alot of bad luck.

917brat: Charlie? Yes, he's a candidate. And thankyou, your reviews are really nice.

APPLECHAN: the plot constantly thickens XD

XTakesheX: Wow, really?? Thankyou *hugs

Jan: It's here!

unneeded: I know right? I try to keep a sense of normalcy in this fic- to make them think like humans- mostly.

DB1: Yes, the plot will concern Snape... but what do you mean by 'creator rooke'???

Main Story Idea and betaed by: SuirenAngel

Written by: NeuroticNeko

This contains no Dumbledore bashing (and he’s still alive), no Weasley bashing. This is boyxboy.

ALL OF HARRY’S MATES ARE MALE

If you don‘t know what that means then you shouldn’t be here.

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As class was dismissed, Harry mumbled that he was staying back a moment to ask the professor a question regarding his potion. His friends nodded and Ron glumly followed Hermione, his face already shadowed with the prospect of having a class with his worst nightmare.

Harry watched the duo as they disappeared from view. He turned around and began to walk for the door, but just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he felt a prickling on the tiny hairs of his neck.

He swung around quickly, years of people watching him with their prying eyes had caused Harry to master this particular skill. He was not wrong.

Professor Bainbridge was sitting on his chair, polished leather shoes resting on his mahogany desk. One eyebrow was raised, touching the fringe of his curls.

“I thought you had something to ask me, Mr. Potter”

Harry wanted to glare at the professor. Merlin, his tail was almost dead.

“I didn’t, sir”

The chestnut haired man frowned, one finger running over the cover of one of the curriculums potions books.

“I specifically heard you tell Miss Granger that you had something to tell me”

Harry wanted to growl, he wanted to rage. He wanted to scream. His tail, still uncomfortably tucked into the back of his belt, throbbed painfully. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt and the more his mind blurred with pain. The cauldrons were starting to look like great big splotches on a messily painted canvas. Faintly. He could see Bainbridge lift his feet off his desk and get off his seat.

“Now listen-”

Before his professor could finish, Harry growled. Long and hard. It rumbled from the bottom of his throat and rolled off his tongue like the thunder in a roiling storm. Through his blurry eyes, he saw the tall figure take a hasty step back.

“Harry Pot-”

Harry didn’t want to start a fight, he liked this professor, but the pain was starting to really get to him and his sight was all blurry and the only thing he could think about was that terrible, terrible pain in his backside. Harry just wanted to leave the room, find an empty classroom and put his tail in a more comfortable position. Unconsciously, his Scáth crept over his pain filled mind and as the growl grew louder, his magic flared out and wrapped itself around Harry’s form.

Bainbridge took another step back and Harry took it as permission to leave. He grasped the door with his trembling hands and strode out of the classroom, leaving a gaping professor in the misty potions lab.

The door closed behind him with a snap and Harry glanced both ways. Seeing an empty classroom on the right, he barged in and closed the door.

He fumbled with the clasp of his belt and tugged it off, fingers shaking. He grabbed his tail and hissed in pain when touching it made his tail feel worse. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers all over his tail, feeling the bruises, he bit his lip, hard, as if to take away the pain. He gently pulled it closer for inspection and winced when he tried to flick it.

His short fur on the length of his tail was falling off in some places and when Harry softly prodded it, the quarter of tail nearest his butt was completely bruised.

He’d have to ask Madam Pomfrey for some bruise cream, providing that she didn’t ask any questions, that is.

A small crack! Shattered the silence in the room and in a flash Harry pulled his robes over himself to hide his tail.

The door opened to reveal Professor Bainbridge.

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Sebastian Bainbridge studied the student in front of him with his eyes slightly hooded.

“I specifically heard you tell Miss Granger that you had something to tell me”

Harry Potter didn’t answer him, preferring to stand there, looking sullen. Sebastian quirked one eyebrow and took his feet off the desk.

He didn’t like students who lied to their friends, he also didn’t like students who made things up just so they could get away from their friends or try to miss their next class.

Sebastian got off his chair and stood a few yards in front of the school boy.

“Now listen-”

A sound similar to growling lions filled the air as Sebastian spoke and he took a step back, shocked. Potter was looking at him, but also not looking at him at the same time. Sebastian studied him; Potter’s eyes looked sightless and unseeing.

“Harry Pot-” He began, trying to install some sense into his student but was cut off by an growl that was growing louder by the second.

Sebastian ruffled his hair, what was he to do with this guy?

He moved to touch the boys shoulder with his hand.

The boy’s growling reached a peak and torrents of magic rolled of the trembling shoulders.

Sebastian took a step back.

By the gods. This magic.

The threads of magic twisted and writhed around the boy’s body, swirling in blue and silver. It shimmered in the air and pulsed with light. The wild magic almost seemed to look at Sebastian, he could feel heavy invisible eyes pushing him down. Forcing double gravity onto his body, forcing him to submit. Sebastian wouldn’t, he wouldn’t submit, not to a schoolboy.

He took another step back.

The magic disappeared as soon as it had appeared, pressing itself back into the Saviour’s body as the raven-haired boy opened the door and slammed it shut.

Sebastian was left, dazed, standing in the middle of his room, mind still clouded by the need to submit to the magic. To obey.

With a groan, he grabbed a book and hit himself with it. It proved effective and he felt the last vestiges of the magic begin to dissipate.

Fearsome boy, he thought, as he dabbed at his forehead with the corner of his sleeve.

He plopped down onto his chair, feeling exhausted, even though it was only time for the second lesson of the morning.

Second lesson.

He eyed the parchments on his desk and flipped through them all until he found the desired sheet.

The second lesson of the day was to be next door with the fifth year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

Picking up the right potion book, he fixed his tie and swept out of the classroom. Without checking exactly which room he was meant to go teach in, he turned to the right and opened the door.

To…uh… quite a shocking sight.

Harry Potter was standing there.

-was holding his belt in one hand, his robes were pulled tightly against him and under the robes Potter’s trousers were pooling around in his ankles.

The tan boy’s eyes were wide with shock and Sebastian raked the figure with his eyes, only to notice the noticeable lump in the front of Potter’s robes.

Sebastian blushed a deep red. Stuttered something incomprehensible and shut the door.

“H-he...was he? D-do-doing that?”

He felt the heat suffuse his cheeks and placed his palms on each of side of his face.

“Wan..?..”

Could his student have made the excuse so that he could...?

Sebastian shook his head, chestnut hair ruffling in all directions.

Best not to think about it.

Straightening up and turning on his heels, he walked purposely up to the room on the other side and walked in.

“Hello students, for those of you that have forgotten; I am Professor Bainbridge. Nice to meet you”

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Harry watched his professor’s eyes widen as he looked at the Boy-Who-Lived.

What!? Harry thought.

He had pulled his robes around him, so his tail couldn’t have been seen, right?

As his professor looked downwards and blushed, Harry furrowed his brows and tried to see what his teacher was teaching.

It’s not like- oh...OH. OH SHIT.

Harry looked at himself in horror.

His trousers, which Harry had pulled down a bit so his tail would be less squished, fell around his ankles.

Ok, so maybe his teacher thought he’d been taking his pants off in class? That wasn’t all that bad...

His gaze travelled upwards a bit and he sighed.

Yeah that was it.

That was what had his professor blushing like a school girl.

The big lump in the front of his robes.

The very big and very, very noticeable big lump.

Which, of course, was Harry’s tail.

But Bainbridge wouldn’t have known that, no, he wouldn’t have known that it was Harry’s numb tail, stuck in that awkward position because it was too painful to move it from the position Harry had held it in.

A quiet clicking sound was all that could be heard as the professor made a hasty exit.

In silence, Harry pulled his pants back on and looped his belt back in place. He gently pushed his tail into the belt so that it was resting against his left leg.

He was not going to think about this.

Hopefully, Professor Bainbridge would forget too.

Hopefully.

Harry huffed and a few strands of raven hair floated gently in the air for a moment before falling back down onto his tanned forehead.

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“How nice of you... to grace us with your... presence- Mr. Potter”

A familiar up-down-slow-fast drawl greeted Harry’s ears as he shut the door behind him.

The whole class turned in their seats to stare at the latecomer. The Slytherins looked smug and leered at him. Draco, in particular, smirked at the latecomer and turned around to his friends, whispering something. His friends snickered. As Harry swept his eyes over the class to find Hermione and Ron, the girls in the class blushed.

“Uh...”

He brought his attention back to his professor and ignored the urge to grimace and sneer at the black-haired man. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and raked them all over Snape’s figure. Familiar high-collared black robes, black leather shoes... not much else.

No obvious disfigurement.

No sallow skin in sight... other than the usual.

Overall, Snape couldn’t have looked better.

“Sit down, Potter. Else you can stand there... the whole lesson”

Harry’s Scáth bristled at the command but Harry went to his seat and sat down amicably, shooting a look of seeming self assurance at his friends.

Hermione and Ron both looked at Harry in mixed sympathy and concern, but as Snape glided down to the front of the large room, the turned around and gave Snape their full attention, that is, while Ron fiddled with the corner of his textbook and tapped his foot on the floor.

The long haired man at the front of the room grimaced, like he was preparing for the end of the world. He breathed deeply, wrinkling his nose at the smell of teenagers, opened his mouth and intoned, slowly, like he had millions of times in the past,

“If you don’t shut up, after class there will be... detentions which I will be handing out like candy to...small children”

Students muttered under their breaths for a moment before shutting their mouths up tight and glaring at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

All had, somewhere in their minds hoped that getting the position he had always wanted would put their testy professor into a better mood. Fat chance of that now. All sighed collectively as they opened their textbooks to the first page.

A sharp voice sliced through the air like butter,

“Don’t get your bloody books out, I haven’t asked you to”

The Golden trio furrowed their eyebrows and shot incredulous looks at each other.

Umm.... well, this is a change of pace.

The DADA professor rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, which, Harry calculated from the movement of Snape’s lips, sounded a lot like this: “When I ask, they grumble and moan, when I ask them not to, they grumble and moan... there is something severely wrong with the children of this generation”

With that, he swept out of the room, walking down the hallway so fast that the students barely had times to hurriedly close their books and rush out of the swinging door.

“Gee” Ron muttered, “He could’ve at least given us a warning”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “When has Professor Snape ever been that way?”

“Never!” Harry shouted, thumping both on the back and dragging them after the flapping robes of the professor that was fast disappearing around the corner.

“You don’t want to miss the first Defense lesson of the year do you?”

Ron nodded his head slowly and the trio ran to catch up with the rest of the class.

As they walked in, Snape thinned his lips but made no sound. They joined the rest on the ground, crossing their legs.

“Well, no doubt you children think that this is... a lesson in which you brandish your wands and show off your... prowess. If you have any, that is.” Snape sneered.

The smirks on the Slytherins faces melted off as the words washed over them. Bristling, they shot slightly pissed off looks at their favourite teacher.

“Although I‘m sure there may be those of you who do have skills” He shot a proud look at his Slytherins and ignored the rest.

“The fact is that the rest of you are woefully unprepared, stupefy!”

The spell was blocked with a smoothly cast protego.

“Well done, Malfoy”

Draco smirked and tossed his hair back, smoothly ignoring the glares that Harry was sending him.

Harry glared at the smooth neck, he wanted to grab the pale neck and...

And...

He didn’t know what.

...What was it? The notion that had run through his head at a million miles per hour and left no trace but a faint longing for... something.

“Potter”

Harry was given no warning as he felt a thin fingered hand shove his head forward with a snap!

“Today I will be teaching you shielding spells, a mid level and a relatively high level spell. They are all variations on the base spell, protego, which Mr. Malfoy has perfectly performed for us.

Most shielding spells will be variations of the protego spell as it has only one purpose, to protect. This is what we can mould to shape different shielding spells.

Today you will be learning the mid-level one and hopefully-” Snape said the word as if he thought anyone would be able to.

“-It will work. Pairs, now!”

Harry shuffled till he stood next to Neville, shoulders touching. Both looked at each other with familiar, weary faces.

“The word is: acerprotego. Begin!”

Harry withdrew his shiny new- and useless- wand in front of him. It trembled slightly in his hand.

Can I trust you? He thought, twirling the hawthorn wand with his long fingers and staring at the innocent-looking wood.

“Well, Neville. I sincerely hope I don’t blast something off you” Harry joked.

“Same, Harry, same”

They both stood in the basic wand casting stance and nodded towards each other slightly.

A clearing of the throat caught their attentions.

“Both must switch every five minutes- one person will cast the colour charm... for those who have forgotten...”Snape paused and shot an accusatory look at the eighth years.

“- you must point your wand and articulate: rubeo, clearly. I you do somehow mispronounce such a simple utterance, you shall see yourself in he most unfortunate of consequences... this spell has a knack for causing your whole body to change pigment”

And with that, he clapped his hands and stood to a corner of the room, keeping his hawklike eyes on the students.

Harry and Neville shrugged, they had both cast the rubeo charm before.

“You first?”

Neville dipped his head, his posture indicating that he didn’t really mind either way.

Harry gave a few experimental flicks of his wand and spoke clearly, “rubeo”

The crimson spark shot out of his wand hurtled towards Neville, whose shield still hadn’t properly formed yet. Neville’s eyes widened and his mouth moved quickly, chanting the spell faster as he tried to recast. The spark flew closer and closer to Neville, but just as it was a few inches from the brown haired boy’s face it fizzled out.

“Gee. Didn’t think it would be this bad” Harry snorted, whacking his wand against the palm of his hand.

Neville shot him an ‘I’m used to it” kind of look. “I never get my spells right on the first go”

Harry shrugged and without warning, cast another rubeo.

Neville didn’t get the shield up in time and Harry’s spell got him on the leg, which was- kind of where he had intended it to be (he had aimed for the head) and left a large red spot on his trouser leg.

They repeated the back and forth until on the tenth try Neville got the shield to work.

“Let’s see...” Harry poked the glimmering shield. Nothing happened. He pushed a little harder and his whole finger went through, all the way through the knuckle.

“Heh? What’s the use of a shield that can’t block?”

“My, my, Potter. Aren’t we eager to prove our knowledge?”

Harry rolled his eyes. Really, there was no use worrying about his ex-potions professor. He was just like he was before, maybe even worse.

“No, sir”

Snape snorted in derision, “It’s a stealth shield, Potter. With a better caster the shield shouldn’t have been able to be seen by anyone. However, it can only block magical attacks and not the physical- so do remember which shield is for which situation...

Now, let’s see you perform one, Mr. Potter”

Harry gritted his teeth and gripped his wand tightly. Snape, you bastard!

Pushing his baser nature to grab the man by the shoulders and throttle him down, he took a deep breath wiped his sweaty palm on the hem of his robes.

Not wavering, Harry took his stance. Neville nodded slightly and pointed it at his friend.

“Rubeo”

Harry tensed, “acerprotego!”

As the sparking spell shot towards Harry, the shimmering wards materialized around him and they floated between undetectable and solid, not perfectly cast. The colouring charm hit the fluctuating shield and stopped, sparked and then gave out a small ‘poof’ sound and vanished.

“Was that your best? How deplorable” A sardonic voice sounded just next to Harry’s ear. He didn’t move from his position, standing with his feet parted and wand still at the ready.

Goddamn-

If there were any people in Hogwarts capable of pushing him into a blind rage it would be Snape and Malfoy. And they did it, alot. Though, now, Malfoy was a lot less obvious about it. Which was only natural as Harry was really his only ticket out of Azkaban.

Malfoy...

The rustling of robes alerted him to a presence behind him just before a warm hand pressed into the small of his back. Harry stiffened and fought the urge to rip the hand from him. Another hand snaked from the side and held his wand hand by the wrist. The weight on his back disappeared only to move the arm that Harry had held rigidly by his side. The black clad arm manoeuvred the tall boy’s arm until it was held in a position to defend his chest. At this time, with one hand holding The-Boy-Who-Lived’s wand arm and the other holding his left arm, Snape’s lean body was pressed firmly against the boy’s back.

The hairs on Harry’s neck prickled as the professor spoke, his breath puffing warmly near his ear.

“Now, you hold your wand like this”

The surprisingly strong hands of his professor pried Harry’s fingers off his wand and fixed their grip, causing the flat planes of his professor to press further into his back.

Harry stood stiffly. The pressure wasn’t uncomfortable, some might even say that it was nice... but.

His Scáth instincts told him that no one, no one, was allowed to control him. He was dominant. He could not be controlled. He wrestled with himself for a moment, but the pure outrage that filled his mind caused him to lose himself.

With an almost inhuman growl, he wrenched the hands off him and faced Snape. The professor had an unfamiliar tinge to his face and Harry bared his teeth at the potion’s master. If the scent of his rage hadn’t filled the air in that moment, he might have been able to sense the strange mood that filled the professor’s aura.

A silence filled the room.

All students looked on, shocked. They took in the trembling form of the Saviour, who had obviously changed a lot during the holidays and the stiff form of Snape. The accusatory looks came back, as the whole room remembered that this was a new Harry. Everyone in the room, who had been appeased by Harry’s seemingly normal attitude, now looked on in renewed suspicion.

The rumours that had stopped ever since walking into the class started up again. The students whispered to each other agitatedly, gesturing wildly at the threatening look on Harry’s visage. The girls were split in half, some cowering from fear and others licking their lips at the dominance he was oozing.

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Draco watched on, his friends stood stiffly in their positions, reacting to the dangerous atmosphere and the strong magics that flew around the room. Draco narrowed his eyes. He would not bend. He was dominant too. He was veela. Part of him whispered in his ear- it wouldn’t be so bad, it said, just submit. Then the pressure will go away, the pain will go away.

But the remains of Draco’s pride wouldn’t let him. So he stood, with both hands clenched to the side, knees locking so as to keep him standing.

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Harry kept his eyes locked onto his professor. Snape didn’t move, his ebony eyes cautiously looking from Harry’s wand to his eyes.

A primal part of Harry roared, and he roared with it.

Everyone in the class recoiled, as if someone had thrown cold water over them. Some even fell to the ground, not unconscious, but in positions of seeming reverence.

Snape took as small step back and Harry shoved past him. With one hand, he pushed the door open and the nails holding the door to the frame popped out.

“Potter!”

Mind filled with wrath, Harry stalked down the corridor, not caring that someone was following him. His long legs carried him fast and far, and he was glad for it. Soon after, the person behind him began to run and Harry sped up.

“Petrificus totalus!”

Harry felt the body-bind hex hit him and he staggered, his magic snapping at the purple strands of magic that tried to keep him still. Their magics battled against each other and Harry managed to stumble towards the wall.

Ebony eyes and robes filled his vision as he struggled against the bind, his wand having been dropped onto the floor when he had been hit by the hex.

The arms which had guided his arms before, now restrained them and Harry tried to snap his teeth at the other man but was stopped as on hand covered his mouth.

“What is happening, Potter!?”

Harry gnashed his mental teeth as the professor looked at his face in concern. Fat chance of that! Snape? Concerned, about the friggn Boy-Who-Lived-To-Torment-him!

“Potter! I demand you tell me what’s happening!”

This time, Harry did snarl. Demand? Snape demanded him!? With unknown strength his magic flared and obliterated the the magical binding ropes and he grabbed Snape by the shoulders and pushed him against the stone walls.

“Demand me what!?”

Snape’s eyes were wide, with fear- and something else. Harry looked down at the lean man with glee.

Yes, this was right, this was how it was meant to be.

He was the dominant.

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>.< At the beginning, this chapter was killing me. It took me almost a week and a half to write! But then I got halfway through the Snape scene and then my stupid fingers that had refused to move for so long flew like the friggn wind!

XD That Snape scene left me itching to write more and I hope it makes you eager to read more! Please review!

p.s. I sincerely apologize for the dreadful cliffy I have left you guys with! But... my sadistic side is cheering me on! XD

NEXT CHAPTER: MISCONCEPTION. CONFUSION... MOLESTATION???
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