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Free Love	By : CubStyxx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 32822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they all belong to J.K. Rowlings so I make no money on these.

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Story Title: Free Love

Story Author: CubStyxx

Warnings: Abuse, Dom, Oral, Slash, Anal, Language

Chapter Title: The Reasons Not To

Harry sighed as he stepped through the halls to a place that he had become so familiar over the years with. He hated going to this place in the castle but knew that he couldn�t show that. He was almost always being called up here for some reason or another and he noticed that it hadn�t changed much. The gargoyle still stood with his mouth hanging open and Harry already knew the password to the Headmaster's office.
"Sugar Mice." He spoke the password calmly without any hesitation and the gargoyle leaped aside in a fashion that had awed Harry for the first few trips. Now it was boring as hell. He climbed up the stairs and was immediately greeted by Fawkes singing softly. The Headmaster stood behind his desk and was muttering to himself. Harry cleared his throat and Albus Dumbledore looked up.
"Ah, Harry, my boy. Come, sit down." Harry smiled without really meaning it as he sat down.
"Thanks, Headmaster."
"Lemon Drop?"
"No, thank you." Albus Dumbledore nodded with and then sat down behind the desk.
"Harry, my boy, I have known for quite some time that you are troubled but I didn't think it extended this far. Is there something that is troubling you?"
"Headmaster, cut the crap. You used me as a tool for the 'greater good' when I never wanted a part of it in the first place. You manipulated me and tried to control my life but it failed. I saw you for what you really were and I have no intention of going back to that life. My life is just that, my life. I will live it as I see fit and I will not hear another word about it. I will destroy anything that attempts to get in the way of me and my freedom. Do you understand now, Headmaster?"
"Harry..." Albus Dumbledore was at a loss for words. Harry had spoken the truth but he had never meant to hurt the boy in anyway.
"I know that you didn't mean to." Albus blinked at him. "Yes, I can read minds as well. A dog can only be kicked so many times before it bites the hand that gets too close." With those final words, Harry wearily dragged himself out of the chair and turned towards the door.
"Harry...will you ever forgive me for what I've done?" Harry turned to look at him with tired green eyes.
"Maybe. One day. Just not today." Dumbledore accepted this without comment and Harry left. He walked towards the Slytherin dungeons but he hesitated. "Oh, what the hell?" Harry snapped at himself before turning around and walking towards the Gryffindor tower. He snapped the password at the Fat Lady whom quivered at the sight of him. He walked through the portrait entrance and walked in the Gryffindor common room.
�The bloody hell we you thinking, mate?� Ron yelled at the top of his lungs and Harry stared at him unflinching.
�I was thinking about finally becoming myself and not being the little Gryffindor Golden Boy that everyone thinks I am.� Harry replied calmly and that seemed to anger Ronald even more.
�I don�t believe this! What, you didn�t think that we were good enough friends or something? Did You-Know-Who��
�Voldemort.� Ron hissed at him and Harry raised an eyebrow.
�Don�t say that name! Did he scramble your mind or something? �Cause my best friend wouldn�t have done this to me. I don�t even know who you are anymore, Harry!�
�You never did.� Harry replied just as calmly as he had always been. Ron turned a brilliant shade of red and started ranting at Harry even harder.
�You�re right; I don�t think I ever did know you! I would have never become friends with you if I had known that you would betray me like this! I would have left you to Malfoy without even hesitating had I known what was coming! People say I�m a blood traitor, well, it looks like Harry Bloody Potter is just a filthy, little traitor to everyone that he comes across!� Harry flinched at that, not even bothering to try and stop Ron from saying what he felt like saying.
�I have stood beside you through thick and thin, Ronald, even though the same cannot be said for you. I have tried my damnedest to be as best of a friend as I could but you have been pushing me from day one. I let everything go, you trailing on my glory, your temper-tantrums, your pushing me away when you thought I was too loony to be friends with, I let all of that go.� Everyone was gaping at him for the volume of his tone and the harshness of his words.
�And this is what I get in return. I finally step up and become who I truly am and I get ridiculed by my supposed best friend. Well, I�ve had enough. I�m done, Ron. I won�t put up with anymore from you or from anyone else. I will hurt the next person who even begins to hurt me nearly as bad as you did. I always tried to stand by you two. When we needed you, you weren�t there, but I always let go of that. I always was there for you when you needed me. I can�t believe that you call me a traitor, Ronald, because the description of traitor suits you more than it does me.�
By the time that Harry was done with his tirade, all the people in the Gryffindor tower were staring at him, with their mouths open. Ron was staring at Harry as if he had never seen him before. His ex-best friend finally regained himself and retorted;
�Well, fine then. Go if that�s what you really want.�
�It�s not what I wanted, Ron. None of this ever was. The war, this. None of it was of my choosing. I chose to become myself. You are the one who decided that you couldn�t accept it.� Harry replied softly, the wisdom that he had gained over the years shining through his eyes, begging his friend to accept them.
�I don�t care what you think anymore, Potter.� And with those words, a friendship of seven years was severed and Harry felt it�s loss instantly.
�Alright, Ron.� With those final words, Harry backed out of the portrait hole and walked down three of the flights of stairs. Suddenly he stopped and backed up against the wall. His back slammed into it hard enough for the portraits to flinch at the sound and his knees gave out.
He sank slowly to the floor with his knees against his chest and wrapped his arms around his chest. He had never felt this kind of agony before, not even when Severus had ripped into his hide. It felt like he had lost a piece of himself back in the tower and everything in him was saying that he needed to go back and get it. He knew that he couldn�t though and so he sat there, trying to regain his calm composure. He wasn�t sure what was piecing him together anymore, because it wasn�t doing a very good job anymore.
He sighed to himself, reviewing everything that he had done within the past day. He had started today by studying and it had ended like this. In Harry�s opinion, that wasn�t doing so good. He sighed again and lunged up without warning. The stairs all aligned themselves and Harry raced down them. He pulled out his knife from his boot and held it in his hands as he found the first floor boy�s bathroom.
He yanked open the door and slammed one of the stall doors behind him. He didn�t care how much sound he made anymore, as long as he was left alone for a few minutes. He stared down at the blade hard, remembering the promise he had made himself so long ago. He turned his gaze to his bare left forearm. The scars criss-crossed across the tanned skin as though taunting him. Harry tried hard to remember the reason why he had promised himself never to do it again, but he couldn�t remember, so great was his agony.

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Severus was walking through the halls on his nightly guard duty. Even though he didn�t have to do it, he had always found it a very good time to silently think to himself. He was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of a door slamming itself shut. He cocked his head curiously and walked towards the first floor boy�s bathroom. He opened the door and could hear unsteady breathing. He walked towards the stall that was still swinging open and peered in, only to be horrified at what he saw.
Potter was sitting there with a very sharp and very long knife in his hands. He was staring at his bare left forearm, which held tell-tale scars. Severus did some quick thinking and realized that the only way to do this with the Golden boy was to be blunt.
�Potter!� His voice boomed throughout the bathroom and Potter jumped. The knife slipped down and those green eyes stared at him before a small smile appeared on the young man�s face.
�Professor.�

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Harry remembered now, as he stared into Severus� dark eyes. A small smile was on his face and he realized that he had been very stupid.
�Why?� Severus asked him softly.
�I wasn�t going to. I made a promise long ago not to, I just needed to remember.� Harry replied softly before standing up. He retrieved his knife and slid it into it�s sheath attached to his right ankle. Severus stepped aside, frowning at the boy. Harry could see in his eyes, however, that he did understand the need to remember. �Good-night, sir.�
�Night, Potter.� Came the reply and Harry stopped at the door before turning back to face the Potion�s Master.
�Professor?� Severus turned to face him and Harry gave him another small smile. �Thanks.� Judging from the shocked face of Severus, he had no idea what was going on but Harry didn�t elaborate either. He continued out the door and towards a bed that kept calling his name.

CubStyxx- �I like it. It actually took me a while to get it right but I really do like the result. Hope you guys do to. Sorry about the delay again.�

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