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Controlled Emotions	By : LeviosaHex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 23984 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N Ok so this story has taken a weird turn on me. If you are expecting a short and sweet ending to this story this is not it (Sorry – I might write another ending for those of you who want the story to end already as I said it would in the beginning!) For those of you following me on FB (LeviosaHex) you will know this chapter has been through various revisions and versions. The original plan for this story was for it to a short single plotline story that looked at basic human emotion. Anyway that plan went out the window when my muse had a bit of a crazy turn last week and this chapter grew into a monster. (18500) to be precise!! So after removing the introduction of another plot line and cutting it back to the basic story again...I didn’t like it and the new idea wouldn’t leave me. So I have decided to go with the longer version. However since this chapter has turned into a monster and still needs some serious editing I have decided to post it in two parts. This part is the shorter of the 2 (Sorry to those who requested the long version all at once but I really won’t have time this weekend to edit the rest but promise to get post the last and final chapter next week!)

I would really really like feedback on what you think and whether you want this story to continue, although after this chapter and the next I would probably make it a sequel... anyway please review!!! LHxx

Chapter 8 - Decisions

Day 9

O200 hrs Gryffindor Tower

Harry listened to the gentle noises of sleep as he crept past Ron's sleeping form. He had just reluctantly returned from the dungeons under his invisibility cloak, with his cock throbbing, and his balls heavy and painful. Casting a silencing charm around his bed he quickly undressed and lay down on the cool burgundy cotton sheets. He would rather have been lying on green silk with Snape, but the infuriating man had sent away to think. Harry ran his hands over his chest and abdomen as he closed his eyes and replayed the night's events in his mind. His fingers brushed over his swollen nipples and the raised red marks that adorned his body; marks that had been made by Snape as he had sucked and kissed him into the painful hardness he now found himself. He must have been aroused for almost 24 hours straight, Harry thought as his hands lowered to grasp is needy cock and cup his balls. Snape had not touched him there all night, even though Harry had practically begged him to. The obstinate man refused to listen to Harry insisting that they both needed more time to think about what entering into a sexual relationship would mean for them both, to decide if that was what they both wanted. He also said that he didn't want the first time they had sex to be under the influence of any alcohol or mood enhancing potions, if indeed they both decided that was indeed what they wanted. Harry had been adamant he felt no effects from either the wine or the potion he had drunk earlier but Snape was stubborn and refused to budge. In some ways Harry was glad Severus had sent him away. Physically, it was as frustrating as hell; mentally, however, it made him feel as though Snape really did care for him, making Harry want him all the more, his decision to be with Severus had been already made as far as he was concerned, regardless of the consequences.

Moving his hand slowly over his sensitive cock he pulled back his foreskin and allowed memories of thrusting against Severus' hard cock through tight jeans and thick woollen trousers to flood his mind. Running his thumb over the exposed head he imagined it was Snape's hand on him rather than his own and wondered what it would feel like to have sex with a bloke. He knew it must feel good from some of the conversations he had overheard from the Weasley twins, but he really couldn't imagine how it could be pleasant having something shoved up his arse. The fingers cupping his tight balls crept backward toward his entrance and probed at the tight puckered skin as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his hard length. Gently pushing the tip of one finger in, he hissed at the slight burning sensation it caused. Lubricant, he thought as he removed the probing digit, rolled over, and retrieved a small tube of plain lubricating jelly he had bought in a muggle pharmacy from his bedside table. Once the lubricant was smeared over his fingers, he resumed his cautious probing. His finger slid in fairly easily this time but only so far, but he moved it around a little and thrust it in and out. Harry thought the sensation was all right, but nowhere near as good as having his hand wrapped round his cock. Keeping the finger half buried in his arse he concentrated again on stroking himself, and groaned softly as his balls tightened and sensation built quickly. Tilting his hips up and away from the bed, he quickened the pace as he fucked his own clenched fist, almost forgetting about the finger in his arse. The change in position made his finger slip in to the knuckle. Harry just about screamed in surprise as it gently brushed over a certain spot deep inside him.

"What the...Fuck" he gasped, slowing the pace of the hand on his cock, concentrating instead on the finger in his arse; desperate to see if he could find that spot again. He thrust harder and deeper with his finger, and grew frustrated when he could not find it again. He cautiously added a second finger, in an attempt to reach the allusive spot, and flinched at the resulting pain, but as he breathed out again his muscles relaxed around the two intruding digits, and the pain dissipated. The need for release was now becoming unbearable, so he gave up searching for what had given him that jolt of pleasure and resumed stroking his cock fast and hard, although he kept the two fingers deeply buried in his arse. He decided that he quite liked the sensation of being filled and wanted to have at least some understanding of what it felt like to be fucked by a man before it happened.

As he neared completion his hips tilted upward once more, straining for release. The fingers in his arse pressed against that something deep inside him again, this time harder.

"Fuck" Harry screamed, as sparks of electricity shot from his arse straight to his tight balls, making them tighten further, each down stroke on his cock he now matched with a tilt of his hips and a hard inward thrust with his fingers. Tingling sparks of electricity coursed through his body making it difficult for him to breathe, each shallow breath a low grunt. The familiar feeling of impending release gripped him quickly, and his body was rigid and straining when it overcame him. Thick spurts of cum shot out his swollen prick emptying his built up tension and frustration in hot hard spurts. The muscles in his arse clenched tight around his fingers, but he continued to fuck them, riding out wave after wave of his intense orgasm. A loud groan escaped him as the last wave faded away, his heart pounding, his muscles now limp as he slumped back against his bed panting. A few minutes past as he tried to slow his breathing and calm his pounding heart with his hand still wrapped around his softening cock and his fingers still buried deep.

Looking down at his quivering body he saw the evidence of his orgasm splattered on his chest and closed his eyes.

"Holy fucking mother of Merlin" he muttered as the power of thought and speech returned, he had never experienced an orgasm like it and was amazed at Snape's level of restraint. If real sex was as good as that, then he knew he would find it difficult not to have it every night.

Quickly cleaning himself up he pushed away thoughts of having sex with Snape, he needed to sleep. His body was a quivering mess and he was completely exhausted, but his mind was at peace with the knowledge he wanted Severus more than ever.

0830hrs

"Harry!" the voice of his friend woke him from a deep sleep.

Groaning he pulled the covers over his head.

"Harry! You need to wake up. You have missed breakfast again you lazy sod. You need to get ready for Potions." Ron shook him roughly by the shoulder.

Harry sat bolt upright in his bed, the smiling face of Ron coming into focus as he placed his glasses on his nose.

"I thought that might waken you. You don't want to be late for the Greasy Bastard again do you? He might actually hex you this time if you wander in late...looking like that again!" Ron wrinkled his nose although he was still smiling.

"What?" Harry's sleep fogged brain scrambled to make sense of his friend's words.

"I said you don't want to be late for Snape's class."

"Oh yeah... Potions," Harry stammered.

"Are you going to tell me who it is you are shagging mate?" Ron openly laughed.

"Eh? Shagging? What are you talking about?" Harry replied as he swung his legs out of bed, getting a whiff of stale sweat and cum as he did so. He realised too late that he was completely naked.

"Yeah, shagging! I might not be as clever or as observant as Hermione, but Merlin, I am not stupid. You come back here at god knows what time this morning, you stink of sex, and you are covered in love bites!" Ron's eyes flickered over Harry's body as he spoke.

Harry glanced down at his naked torso, seeing the bright-red marks Severus had given him the night before and grabbed his top sheet, belatedly trying to cover himself.

"Oh yeah mmmm well I ... I am not shagging anyone Ron!"

Ron shook his head and laughed again.

"Whatever mate, but you better get your arse moving. Snape will have a fit if you don't!"

Harry smiled at the thought of the Snape and his arse. Ron looked at him in confusion.

"Oh yeah. Emm thanks Ron for wakening me." Harry tried to look serious whilst attempting to stifle a laugh.

"I brought you up a bacon sandwich since you missed breakfast." Ron indicated toward a small study desk beside the window near his bed where Harry could see a sandwich and a glass of juice waiting for him.

"Thanks Ron you are a life saver," Harry said with more feeling. His friend shook his head and laughed again as he left the dorm. Harry really did have good friends, he realised although he wasn't so sure Ron would still be his friend if he knew who it was that had given him the marks, but he really didn't care anymore. If his friends couldn't accept who he was and who he wanted, then they were not true friends, and he would find some that were.

Harry rushed off to the bathroom and jumped in the shower, letting the hot water scorch his skin. He thought over last night and the eight days that had led up to it. He had learnt so much about himself in that short time that he almost felt like a different person. He knew who he was now, or more accurately he accepted who he was, and actually wanted to be him rather than someone else. He wanted to fulfil his purpose, and he couldn't wait until school finished so he could do just that.

Leaving school no longer scared him - far from it. He was excited by the prospect of finally getting to hunt out Voldemort and the pieces of his evil fragmented soul. Harry couldn't say the prospect made him happy, but he was definitely more at peace with it. He had Severus to thank for his change in attitude toward his life, Harry realised.

Severus, Harry thought. It was easy to think of the Professor as Severus Harry realised Severus was a different person to the one he had called Snape all these years. Oh he was still as much the sharp tongued snarky git he had always been, but there was a hidden depth to Snape that no one ever got to see. But Harry had seen it. There was a lost man hidden beneath the layers of billowing robes, scornful scowls and clod empty eyes; a man who cared, a man who yearned for love as much as he yearned to give love, a man who stood for everything that was light as much as Snape represented the dark.

Severus Harry thought again, but this time a wide smile broke out over his face, and his cock hardened just thinking about the way they had kissed and touched the previous night.

"Oh god," Harry muttered, as he curled his hand around his cock, quickly pushing back the foreskin and running his thumb over the sensitive gland. He set a fast pace of firm strokes as he pictured Severus kissing him, licking every inch of his upper body, biting him, sucking him, marking him. God how he wanted to be back in Snape's arms right now, how he wanted to feel that amazing mouth on his, the way he had last night, with a slow passionate kiss that turned hot, demanding and frenzied. He wanted to feel those pale hands run under his tee-shirt, caressing him, teasing him, making him arch into the touch. He wanted to feel his hard toned naked chest press and move against him as his nipples were sucked and licked. His pace quickened as he felt his impending orgasm rush through him.

"Severus!" Harry shouted as he came, the water cascading from the shower above instantly washing away the evidence. The climax had been nowhere near as intense as the night before, more like the orgasms he'd had in the past when masturbating, but rather than finding himself satisfied as previously, it left him wanting more. Remembering he had classes to get to he soaped up his hair and body and rinsed off quickly. Grabbing a towel once finished, Harry headed back to the dorm thanking all the gods that his dorm mates were all out when he realised he had not warded the door to the showers when he came in. Not that it was uncommon to walk into the communal shower to find someone tossing off, but he would rather not be discovered like that whilst covered in love bites and shouting out for Snape. Severus really would hex him if it got out they were...he didn't know what they were actually. Were they together? Could they be together? Harry didn't know, but he was going to make the man listen to him today. He would not be pushed away again if he could help it. Having made his decision to be with Severus, it made him more determined to make him listen than he had ever been about anything before.

As he left the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in a full-length mirror and gasped. His lips were dry and swollen and there were angry red marks running, from just below his ears, down to his waist. Darting into the dorm Harry picked up his wand and quickly cast a few healing charms that would remove any marks that would be visible when dressed before throwing on his school clothes. Forgetting about his bacon sandwich he ran out of Gryffindor tower, and toward the dungeons. He knew he was going to make it on time if he ran as fast as he could, but he wasn't sure if he really wanted to. If he was late it would give Severus an excuse to give him more detentions, but he decided being late wasn't the answer; he knew the Professor found lateness rude and a sign of an undisciplined mind. He ran faster and approached the classroom just as the door slammed open.

"You're cutting it fine mate," Ron whispered, "and if I didn't know better I would think you were beginning to like being in detention."

"Don't be ridiculous," Harry said through panting gasps as he tried to recover from the sprint from Gryffindor tower.

Taking his seat Harry's eyes darted to the front of the classroom and immediately met with Severus' blank stare. Harry gave him a small, barely noticeable, smile but Severus didn't seem to notice as his eyes wandered over Harry's exposed neck area.

Making sure I don't look like I been with a whore Harry thought with amusement.

I want you to mark me again when you make love to me tonight Severus. I want to feel your cock inside me Harry thought as he stared into the dark eyes which finally snapped up to meet his.

Surprise flickered through the inky depths, and eyebrows shot up before an intense questioning frown crossed his features.

Harry broke the eye contact after a few moments, wondering if Severus had been reading his thoughts.

"What was that about mate?" Ron whispered in his ear a few seconds later once Severus had moved away.

Harry shrugged, not lifting his eyes from staring at his hands. He felt Hermione kick his chair from her position behind him, but he ignored her; he knew she would be wearing a reproachful look to remind him about her warning to be more careful.

Snape waved his wand at the blackboard, and instructions for the potion they would be making that morning, appeared, and if the groans had anything to go by, it was a complicated one. Harry still didn't look up, since he was desperately trying to will away his growing erection that had started the moment he had seen Severus.

"Silence!" Snape snapped.

"This potion is complex and dangerous. However, if you have any hope of passing your NEWT in this subject, you better get used to this level of brewing. Follow the instructions on the board if you want to have half a chance of success, and not the ones in your book. Now begin."

There were quiet mutters around the class as everyone stood to retrieve the required ingredients, and Harry lifted his eyes to look over at Severus, who was standing in front of his desk watching the students form a neat line in front of the storage room. The black eyes slowly moved and met Harry's gaze, but he broke it quickly and strode over to the door that lead to his office in a billow of robes.

"Potter. In here now," Snape commanded as he snatched open the door and flicked his head toward his office.

Harry jumped at the sudden venom in Snape's voice and stared at the sneering Professor.

"Hurry up Potter, I don't have all day," Snape growled.

Harry walked toward the office door and followed the Severus inside. The door slammed closed behind him and silencing charms were erected the instant he passed over the threshold.

"I...I don't know what you mean..." Bugger he had been reading my mind, Harry thought, but why is he so shocked? It isn't like there has never been anything sexual between us.

Severus paced the area directly in front of his desk.

"I heard your thoughts Potter, don't try to tell me you didn't know!" Severus spat out in clear agitation.

"So you were reading my mind. God Severus, last night you wouldn't let me tell you how I felt, but this morning you just invade my mind and take my thoughts without ..."

Snape cut Harry off, "I did not invade your mind, you imbecile. You pushed your hormonal irrational thoughts into mine!"

"What? I did not push anything into your mind! You must have cast a Legilimens, or something. You were looking at me enough," Harry tried to smile and raised a suggestive eyebrow.

"Are you completely stupid? Surely, you of all people should know I cannot cast a nonverbal Legilimens, and that Legilimency does not work that way. It does not give access to current thoughts like reading a book. Do you not remember anything I taught you two years ago?"

"Severus, please calm down. You are being a bit of a git, and I don't know what it is I am supposed to have done, " Harry said calmly.

"What you just did, defies all known boundaries of even the darkest of magic, and you have the audacity to call me a git because I am angry, you clearly do not have the remotest understanding of the seriousness of your actions. What on earth possessed you even to try planting your thoughts in my mind, you idiotic boy? Do you have any idea at all how dangerous mind magic is?" Severus looked beyond angry, his face almost purple with rage as he ranted at him.

"Dark magic? What the hell are you talking about? I did not intentionally make you hear my thoughts. The potions classroom isn't my ideal place to tell you how I feel, although I am not so sure how the hell I feel about you now," Harry could feel anger start to grip him. "You are being an unreasonable prat, and yes I am fully aware how dangerous all forms of mind magic can be, have you forgotten that I have had my mind invaded more times that the whole fucking wizarding world put together!"

"Unreasonable! You think I am being unreasonable? I have just had an irresponsible boy break through my mind shields and plant thoughts that are not my own in my head. How the hell do you expect me to behave?" Severus was seething.

"I didn't do it intentionally! I didn't even know such a thing was possible, and I expect you to at least be civil to me, Severus!" Harry spat out.

"I will be civil to you Potter, when you start acting and behaving in a manner that is worthy of civility. Using this skill is worse than casting the Imperius. You can make people believe anything you want them to believe, you can make them do almost anything, whilst they fully think it was their own idea to do so."

Harry's anger dissipated a little at the thought of being able to control someone's actions by just thinking.

"You seem to know an awful lot about something that is so dark it goes beyond the boundaries of even the darkest of magic. I presume I am not the only person that can do what you claim I did?" Harry asked, dreading the answer.

"Oh indeed you are not. There is one other." Severus said quietly his anger seeming to dissipate as quickly as Harry's "It just so happens that is how the Dark Lord managed to recruit so many Death Eaters when he was so young. He manipulated their thoughts, planted ideas that were not their own, but did it in a way that his victims believed them to be so. However, he has never managed to get past my defences in this manner."

Harry frowned "I...I...never meant to ...invade your mind Severus...I just was thinking...well god you know what I was thinking, and when you were standing there looking at me, you know, checking me out, it made me even more determined to make you understand how much I want you."

Severus narrowed his eyes, and peered at Harry as though he was a strange new specimen he had found, before snapping his eyes away and siting down heavily in his chair.

Harry felt a little disconcerted that he seemed to have yet another unusual skill that Voldemort had, but he wasn't actually too worried about it. He knew he would never use it to make people do things, and he appeared to be in full control of what thoughts he sent and to whom.

"Do you think anyone else in the class heard my thoughts?" Harry asked worriedly, as he wondered if his thoughts had been broadcasted to more than just Severus.

Severus was lost in thought and did not appear to hear what Harry had asked.

"Severus?" Harry said as he walked behind the Professor's desk and placed a hand on the man's tense shoulder.

Severus jumped at his touch, but Harry did not remove his hand, instead he tightened his grip and massaged a hard knot that he found there.

"I asked if you thought anyone else would have heard what I thought." Harry repeated.

"I cannot be certain but I don't think so. I am sure there would have been some sort of reaction if the whole class instantly had stupid irrational thoughts about wanting my cock up their arse" Severus said with no humour. "The Dark Lord can only send specific thoughts to one individual at a time. However, your own ability appears to be stronger."

"You think I am being stupid and irrational just because I thought about wanting you?" Snape's words were beginning to tire him; they stung when they were in relation to their private relationship.

"Of course wanting such a thing from me is stupid and irrational! Even you must be able to see that. However, I am not about to discuss what it is you think you want from me at this time. There are more important things to deal with than a silly schoolboy crush. We kissed, it was no big deal, it meant nothing, and the sooner you get any idiotic ideas out of your head about lying in my bed "making love" the better." Severus voice was cold and hard.

Harry stopped massaging Snape shoulders and snatched his hands away. He felt like someone had just punched him in the gut.

"Fuck, you really are a total bastard, aren't you?" Harry said with pain clear in his tone.

Snape stood, "I would remind you to watch your language Potter. I am still your Professor and you are still my student. I should never have allowed those boundaries to become unclear."

"Unclear? It was perfectly clear last night what you wanted, or do I have to remind you?" Harry snatched his tie off and quickly unbuttoned his shirt as he spoke, revealing the numerous bright-red bruises and teeth marks all over his upper body. "I think these make it perfectly clear that the boundaries no longer exist, and I will talk to you as I goddamn well please when we are discussing personal matters, Severus."

Snape froze looking at the marks on Harry's torso, and his eyes closed against the sight.

"Button up your shirt Potter. We cannot discuss this here," Snape said quietly all venom gone. "The matter of your ability to plant thoughts into the minds of others needs to be analysed. Therefore, yet again, something other than personal matters must take priority. Something that is all too common when serving in the front line of a war."

The quiet, almost apologetic tone of Snape's voice, calmed Harry a little, but he was unsure whether Snape was sorry for giving him the marks in the first place, or for speaking to him the way he had, but by the look now in the other man's eyes it was the latter. The black orbs burned with a sad desire making Harry want to take the man in his arms and kiss the sadness away.

"I can understand why you are worried Severus, but I have no intention of controlling anyone's mind," Harry said quietly, pushing the topic of their relationship to the side for the moment. Severus was right, this was not the time nor place for this type of discussion.

Snape watched as Harry slowly buttoned up his shirt and sighed.

"I am sure you do not, but a skill of this magnitude is dangerous, regardless of how you intend to use it. We must inform Albus immediately, since I cannot risk testing this alone. I have no idea how much you could weaken my defences inadvertently."

"Ok, but what do we tell the headmaster, I mean we can't tell him we found out because I was thinking about how much I want you to ...you know," Harry blushed slightly at the thought of having to explain his thoughts to Dumbledore.

"Indeed, that would not be the best way to begin the conversation. We will tell him that you wanted to let me know how much you..." Severus sighed, "pity me, I suppose, since hate is not an option."

"Can we not make it a little less negative?"

"No, you must be able to keep up the appearance of hating me to the outside world, as I must appear to hate you. To do otherwise puts my position, as a spy for the Order, at risk. Although, to the Headmaster, you obviously must display your hate for me as pity. "

Harry growled in frustration "But I don't hate you Severus, and I don't pity you. I...I...want people to know that we are at least friends now," a steely determination entered Harry's voice.

"You still want us to be...friends, even after the way I have spoken to you this morning?" Severus asked incredulously.

"Words Severus, that's all they were, words. Not that they didn't hurt because they do. They were rather cruel, but I do not believe you truly meant them."

"Then you really are an irrational fool, I am not a very pleasant man Harry."

"I know, but you are rather sexy when you get angry, the more you try to make me angry, the more I want you." Harry stepped closer to Severus.

"I am not trying to make you angry Harry, although it is rather disturbing that you no longer seem to be able to be angered by my words since I must continue saying them, regardless of whether I mean them or not."

"But you don't mean them, do you?" Harry asked quietly as he quickly closed the distance between them.

Severus sighed "You really are an incorrigible brat."

"And you really are a complete git." Harry smiled as he stretched up and kissed him.

A/N Please review!! Below is an answer to some comments and questions I have had from readers if you are interested....

Some of my readers really have made me think by asking some questions after the last chapter. Basically they have asked if I believed there was no place for other emotions in the world other than the few I have so far analysed in this story. I use the word analysed loosely since this is obviously no academic work. Anyway this made me think about what I was writing and turn back to what initially gave me the idea, which was a number of academic research papers on the physiology of human emotion. (I know, nowhere near as captivating as good old fanfiction but hey it’s my job!!) Anyway whilst writing a paper on these latest research papers I turned to old established works of such as Izard, C. E. (1977) Human emotions; Parrott, W. (2001) Emotions in Social Psychology; Plutchik, R. (1980) A general psychoevolutionary theory of emotion; Tomkins, S. S. (1984) Affect Theory; Steinberg, R. J. (2003) A Duplex Theory of Hate. and Watson, J. B. (1930) Behaviorism.

Although there are differences in these writings, as there are in any writing that attempts to theorise on the realms of human behaviour and the emotions that motivate it, there is none-the-less a common theme of there being only a few core primary emotions. Izard names 10 whereas Watson only named 3. Now we all know that there are many more than just 10 emotions right? But are there? Indignation for example is an emotion defined as anger against unjust, unworthy or mean actions or words of others. Yearning is often defined as a persistent melancholy desire for something that has been lost or never gained and is linked with grief and sadness as well as excitement and joy. So is indignation just a word used for anger caused by a specific external stimuli? Is yearning another word for desire? These are not questions I can rightly answer, all of us perceive and have experienced emotion differently due to our different genetic makeup, social and life experiences, to name a few. Anway, I digress.

So, yes I personally believe there are more emotions than just the 10 mentioned by Izard but are they primary or are can they be categorised under a main heading making them secondary or tertiary or are they a combination of emotions.? Hate for example is a not a primary emotion (according to the Parrot (2001) although this is refuted in other works) but is firstly categorised under that of anger as a tertiary emotion. However others combine anger, fear and disgust to explain hate (Steinberg (2003)). As you can see there is no one agreed model that categorises emotion, Indeed love in western societies is linked with joy whereas in others it is liked more closely with sadness... social learning and norms play a huge part in how we feel, what makes us feel and indeed what out reactions to these emotions will ultimately be.

My inane rambling therefore are in some ways personal and in others based loosely on recognised theory but are highly unlikely to shed any new light on this complex topic.

So why did I use the ones I did... well they fitted my story nicely and secondly I could easily look to known psychological models and physiological responses to stimuli to say what I wanted whilst not pushing the boundaries of the imagination too far for it to seem plausible. Like I said earlier this is no academic work and I have taken liberties with established theories and bent them slightly in places to make them fit but have hopefully not taken it so far it is unbelievable.

Sooo to answer the question from one reviewer I cannot contact directly (the site they reviewed on doesn’t have a messaging facility) yes I do believe that my characterisation of Snape feels everything in minute detail including the emotions you mentioned but he controls them instantly out of the need to protect himself and yes it is a sad world he lives in L My personal opinion on emotion is that human emotion is made up of a few core primary emotions...that combine and can make others...but that is obviously up for debate!

Anyway I have rambled enough but I want to thank all my readers and reviewers; your questions made me think and look at what I am writing more closely! LHxx
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