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CH7 AN: Let the wittering commence...
phoenix-rob – thank you for the review. Glad you liked the werewolf/Severus scene, as it was difficult to get right without being all out gross! And yes, Severus pretty much had no choice, did he? And, thanks to your review, I've made a minor adjustment to chapter 7.
Dumbledore will get a clue, but I can't promise when it will happen. (Well, I could, as it's written, but that would be telling!)
niniel1981 – cheers, again! Yes, Severus chose the lesser of two evils, definitely. After all, what else could he do? I think you and Phoenix-rob are going to be upset with Severus' reaction in the morning, but he does still think it possible that Lupin could turn him in his human form (plus he got werewolf fucked the previous night!). And I'm glad you've picked up the eye colour thing. SP
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Chapter 7 – There is no turning back now
Morning came, and with it a weird reversal of position. When Harry had awoken after his first change, he had been face down with a man lying on him, his own legs spread. This morning he was lying on a man who was face down and whose legs were spread. He pulled off and stared down at the man under him – Severus? What the hell was Severus doing in the cage with him?!
He glanced around and spied Lupin asleep against the bars. That explained it, but it didn't explain why he, Harry, had blood on his dick and why Snape had blood and semen spattered on his legs and ass. Panic gripped Harry. Surely he hadn't turned and raped Severus. He couldn't have. He wouldn't have. Would he?!
Not wanting to, Harry looked at the back. The shirt was twisted and only just covered Severus' shoulders, so Harry looked closely. There was no bite mark that he could see. Even looking between the older man's legs (which made him feel ill) he could see no scar like the one he had near his crotch.
Groaning, Severus began waking.
Harry scooted away from him and stared with wide, dread-filled eyes.
But it wasn't Snape's voice he heard first, but Lupin's. “Well, that was unexpected. I never thought you'd fuck him so very thoroughly. But he learnt how to take Potter dicks a long while ago and it didn't take much to remind him of his place.”
Harry could only look at Severus, horribly afraid he'd really hurt the other man.
“Fuck off, Lupin,” Severus ground out, voice filled with suppressed pain. “You're just pissed you couldn't have your go at Harry after breaking into my fucking rooms.” He rolled onto his side, moaning, before pressing his lips together and crawling for his clothes. Biting back a cry of anguish, Snape pulled his trousers on and stood up, leaning heavily against the wall. “And I always suspected you knew what James had done. Some great prefect you were, letting him bully and rape me. Did you ever once tell him that he'd gone too far, or did your desperate need to be part of a gang, any gang, blind you to what was right and wrong?”
“You can talk!” spat Lupin, moving off the bars and looking around for his clothes. He sighed and cast Reparo on them. Pulling them on he sneered, “You joined Voldemort because you wanted a more powerful friend to back you up.”
“Can't fucking blame me when you and yours allowed Potter senior to abuse me!”
“STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU, STOP IT!” Harry screamed the words, his hands in his hair. He dropped to his knees and sobbed brokenly, “I raped you. I'm no better than him; than my Dad. Oh god, I raped you!”
Severus turned to the distressed boy. “No,” he said gently. He longed to bend over and touch Harry, but his sore body wouldn't let him. “You didn't rape me. I let you inside, Harry.”
“You bled!”
Severus gave an awkward smile. “I haven't had sex in a long time, and you were enthusiastic. It made for some discomfort, but nothing I can't heal with a few spells.” Harry was still shaking with tears. “You did not rape me.” He said clearly.
Lupin was grinning. “You buggered him good, Harry.” He taunted. “I gave up counting after the first half a dozen times you came in his saggy ass!”
Severus gave Lupin a cold look. “He beat your total,” he jeered, needing to regain some status, especially given that he was caged in his own quarters! As much as he longed to snarl at Lupin about entering his rooms unwanted, he was all too aware of the threat the older werewolf had issued when they had last met. Still, he had to taunt the Marauder.“You only managed nine times last month. He gave me eleven fucks.”
“More than you've had in a decade!” Lupin snarled.
They had been so engrossed in their sniping that both missed Harry straightening and moving towards the bars as well. He was furious that his rapist could seem so pleased that someone else had been abused as well. And when that someone was Severus …
“Get out,” Harry ordered Lupin, his face dangerous. His green eyes glittered with real fury and some other emotion too. “Get out. You've failed to dominate me. I'm not your creature to use. And Severus isn't yours either. He's mine. Now get out of here before I show you why Voldemort fears me!”
There was something so powerful and so deadly in Harry that Severus shivered. Lupin, feeling the full force of Harry's hatred, backed away and moved towards the doors that had reappeared with the dawn.
“You'll always be mine, Harry,” Lupin said with his hand on the handle. “That's something you'll just have to accept.”
Glad that he hadn't yet opened the barred gate, Severus saw Harry leaning his arms through trying to claw at the man far out of his reach.
With Lupin's departure, Snape opened the door and Harry staggered out, grabbing his own small pile of clothes. “You're sure I didn't hurt you?” he asked.
Moving with caution, the older man left the small room and shuffled over to the cupboard that contained the first aid potions. He downed a general healing concoction before adding a numbing vial on top. As the pain eased, the tension in him relaxed. “I'm thoroughly fucked and sore, Harry, and could use about twelve hours asleep. But, I'll show you the memory if you want and you'll see it wasn't rape. And you didn't turn me either. But not right now. Right now I just want to shower and sleep.”
“And, I really had you eleven times?”
“Eleven and a half. We fell asleep the last time.”
Harry's green eyes were wide with disbelief, but also held a smidgen of smug satisfaction.
Severus rubbed his lower back. “And I don't know if you noticed, but you just got angry, and the wolf didn't come out.”
His mouth gaping, Harry smiled as he thought back over his threat to Lupin and realised that he hadn't felt the wolf trying to take over. “Maybe he just needs a good fuck,” he offered.
“Well, he had eleven of them, and right now I can feel every last one. So, I'm going to bed.” Severus shuffled off and Harry watched him go, feeling that sense of awe and ownership that came from having sex with someone you desperately wanted. He just wished he could remember any of it!
Yawning, Harry thought bed was probably a good idea and stumbled off to his own room. Before he settled, he washed his penis, still a little discomforted at the notion that he'd made Severus bleed, even if the other kept insisting it hadn't been rape, Harry felt sure that sex shouldn't leave the other person incapable of walking. But then, that smug side arose and he grinned to himself – how many people had really been fucked until they couldn't walk?
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A knock on the door at midday made Severus grumble and roll over, and Harry snarl something impolite in werewolf and wake up. He weaved drunkenly to the door and opened it, green eyes seeing a blurry mass of white and purple. Guessing (correctly) that it was the headmaster he waved him in and yawned.
“Tired out, Harry?” the familiar voice sounded indulgent.
“Yeah,” Harry confessed. “Did you want Severus? He's sleeping.”
Albus raised an eyebrow at that information (and at Harry referring to the other man by his first name) but shook his head. “I thought you might welcome someone different to talk to.”
Harry shrugged and led the older wizard into the sitting room. He scratched idly at his messy hair before stumbling off to fetch his glasses. When he returned, Albus was settled on the couch and was humming to himself. It sounded vaguely like “I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts”.
“Now, how did last night go?”
Harry wondered what on earth he could say. “I still don't remember what happens. But Severus tells me it went well. I – I got angry this morning and there was no sign of the wolf, so maybe I'm starting to get control of this thing.”
“Excellent! And I saw Remus around the castle last night. Did you allow him to stay or were you fine on your own?”
Harry said, and his expression was grim, “No, he was here.”
Dumbledore seemed surprised. “Was that safe? Both of you, and Severus, in these rooms?”
Wishing Snape were there with him to answer these questions – the DADA teacher always knew what to say – Harry twisted his hands in his t-shirt. Aware that he was only wearing boxers (old and tatty ones too) on his lower half and that the horrible scar on his thigh was visible, he got up and vanished, quickly pulling on some track suit bottoms and barging into Severus' room.
“Get up!” he hissed, shaking the wizard, “Get up! Dumbledore's here!”
“Oh … tell him to fuck off.” Snape advised groggily and snuggled back into his blankets. His voice was so gravelly it sounded like he was chewing rocks.
“Severus, please! He's asking about last night. What do I say?!”
“The truth, please, Harry,” came Albus' voice from behind him, his face and tone stern.
“Really, Albus, isn't it a bit early for you to just drop in?!” Snape whinged, but sat up. He saw at a glance Harry's concerned face, Albus' annoyed one and felt the happy lassitude he had been enjoying vanish without a trace. He patted his bed and Harry sat down on it, looking embarrassed, surprised, and delighted all at once.
“You sit down too,” Severus ordered his boss, “not on my bed!”
Albus conjured a squishy chair and settled, the fingertips of his good hand tapping his chin.
Rolling his head on his neck and yawning, Snape began. “Last night, that psycho Lupin showed up and managed to end up locked in my quarters after the sun had set. Having no desire to be turned by that ass hole I got into the cell with Harry. He'd suggested putting one of my cloaks in there as my smell seems to calm him. I was hoping that that would hold and he wouldn't bite me to death. Luckily, I was right. This morning Lupin made some unpleasant comments, Harry told him to leave, and he did. That's all there is to it.”
Dumbledore looked over his glasses at Harry. “Is there anything else, Harry? Anything at all?”
Harry shook his head, his eyes huge.
“Then why the worry about how you would explain what happened?”
Severus answered smoothly. “Waking up was a little embarrassing as Harry was naked and had somehow fallen asleep on me. That, and his less than kind comments to Lupin probably made him feel he couldn't be honest with you. Is that it, Harry?” he turned to the youth.
Ever quick to pick up a cue, the boy nodded.
Albus wasn't convinced that either man was being fully truthful, especially after seeing the way the teacher had offered Harry a space on his bed, but long years of experience had taught him to trust Severus, and to allow children to have their secrets – up to a point. “Very well. You both seem tired, so I will let you get back to sleep.”
For some reason, Harry blushed.
Dumbledore let nothing show on his face but filed away the expression. He left them and showed himself out.
Severus groaned. “Well, I'm well and truly awake now. I suppose I should get up as otherwise I won't sleep tonight. And, now that you seem to be settling down, I really should get back to my classes. I can't expect Albus to cover me indefinitely.”
Harry flushed. He hadn't considered Snape's job at all. He'd just been so grateful that Severus had always been nearby when he'd been feeling lost. “Am I going to go back to my lessons?” Harry queried, not sure if he wanted to do so, or if he was afraid.
“You've lost two months. That is quite a lot in sixth year. It might make sense for you to not worry about this year at all and repeat it. It's something we'll have to think about, especially with the Dark Lord gaining power. Maybe next year he'll have taken control of the school and you won't be able to come back!”
Harry shook his head. “No chance! Not while Dumbledore's around. Voldemort's too scared of him.”
Severus sighed. “I shouldn't tell you this, but Albus is dying. He injured himself over the summer and the curse is spreading. He'll be dead within six months; a year at most.”
Harry stared. “You – you're lying! Dumbledore can't die! He can't! That'd be as impossible as you dying! I need you. And him.”
Snape slid a hand over Harry's arm, and gently picked up the palm so that they were holding hands. It was dangerous allowing even that much touch, when he wanted to kiss Harry so much, but it was the most indulgence he would allow himself. “It's true, I'm afraid. And, with him gone, there'll be nothing to stop You-Know-Who from taking over the school. And all his loyal followers, not to mention his beasts, will be free to do as they wish. Much like what Lupin did to you.”
Harry gripped Snape's hand tightly. “I wish he'd die!” he snarled bitterly.
“He?”
“You know who I mean. And Voldemort. Both of them.”
“You know you never say Lupin's name? You have no fear in saying the Dark Lord's, but his name you can't get out at all. You're letting your fear of him increase every time you refuse to speak his name.”
Harry pulled his hand free. “Voldemort didn't rape me and delight in it. He did.”
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