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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
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Disclaimer: I don't own it. Damn now I'm sad. Severus will never jump Harry in the real book. This is a yaoi. There is rape, cursing, and anything else I can think of. If you haven't figured this out yet you need help.

Chapter 8

In the middle of his lab standing by a caldron filled with a half finished potion, Severus was quickly and effectively chopping potion ingredients for the pep-up potion Poppy had requested. The potion was a simple one and didn't acquire much attention. Instead his thoughts were on Harry and the last few days as he skillfully prepared the ingredients with motions that had long since become habit. The teen was now up and about after two more strained sessions of being treated. Both which had tried Severus's control. The fact that Harry was no longer a child but a young man, a devastatingly attractive young man no less, had pretty much been thrown in his face as he had massaged salve into the firm supple body. Quidditch had done wonders for Harry.

Surprisingly enough they had managed to get along fairly well. It seemed that Harry shared his dark humor, which all things considered shouldn't have been that shocking. Humor was a defense mechanism after all, one the boy had no doubt needed while living with his relatives. However it wasn't something one would expect from a Gryffindor, especially not the golden boy himself. Neither was the sarcasm that Harry has started to slip into more and more frequently, much to Severus surprise and amusement. Not that he would admit to it.

Also, rather interesting was Harry's political views. They had gotten into an intense debate that had started on mutual disgust of the current minister and had quickly turned to policy and laws. Severus didn't know what was more shocking, that Harry knew that much about the Government inner workings and offices or the fact that his beliefs were almost identical to the Dark Lord's and Severus own. A fact he wasn't going to share with Dumbledore.

Sighing he tossed the ingredients into the cauldron stirring clockwise then counter clockwise for several minutes, causing it to turn a dark blueish-gray. He steadily poured the now finished potion into vials, and stopped them with wax. Vanishing the mess he placed the pep-up next to a stock of other items for the infirmary that were sitting in a box on one of the dark wood shelves that lined the back wall of his lab.Done with the work he head towards the door.

The smell of pancakes hit his noise when he pulled the lab door open, reminding him that he had yet to eat anything that morning. Crossing the hall, he entered the small kitchen. Standing in front of the stove, a frying pan in hand was the very person who had been haunting his thoughts.

"Professor," Harry greeted never turning his eyes away from the stove. His hair was even messier then normal thanks to the fact that he had yet to try and tame it that morning and he was still in pajamas.

"Harry," Severus answered amused as he watched the other man pour what was no doubt pancake mix into the pan.

"So do you like your pancakes plain or would you like me to add something to them, Professor? Personally I like chocolate chips." Harry asked cheerfully.

"While I confess to enjoying blueberries in my pancakes you do realize that's what house elves are for?" Severus responded dryly.

"Making them myself is more fun," Harry answered, "It was one of the few chores I actually enjoyed." He walked over to the spelled cabinet that Snape had earlier revealed was charmed to summon anything the user wanted from Hogwarts kitchen. He pulled out a package of blueberries. Taking a handful he dropped them onto the pancake cooking. Taking the rest he dumped them into the bowl full of batter. Quickly, he mixed them with a whisk, that he had found in a kitchen drawer.

Taking a handful he dropped them onto the pancake that was already cooking. Take the rest he dumped them into the bowl full of butter, quickly mixing them with a whisk.

Several minutes later the room smelled strongly of blueberries and Harry had finished up the pancake mix. Pulling out plates and utensils. Harry stacked 6 blueberry pancakes down on the table. A second stack of chocolate chips pancakes.

"You do realize that here is no way I can eat all that?" Snape pointed out as he walked over to the table. Harry blushed a pale red rising on his checks. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm used to cooking for my relatives. They eat a lot of food." Harry admitted quietly not, meeting Snape's eyes.

"I could imagine, your cousin was the size of a whale." Snape. Startled Harry's head snapped up. Seeing the amusement glittering in ebony Harry smiled.

A whistle cut through the silence. Turning Harry pulled the tea kettle off the stove and poured the boiling in a tea pot. He tossed in a tea bag, Peppermint, Snape noted as he sat down.

Harry set the table and poured them both tea. Feeling Harry's eyes on him he placed a couple of the pancakes on his plate. Adding a little butter and syrup he took a bite.

A single eyebrow rose. "This is good." Severus admitted, surprised. Harry grinned at him for a second then started on his own breakfast.

"So how is it that you can cook this well, but your abysmal in potions. "Snape asked, "They're practically the same thing. And yet you managed not to poison us" he pointed out gesturing to the breakfast.

"I..." Harry shifted uncomfortably "Potter?" Snape asked puzzled. The boy looked ashamed.

"I ..I haven't ...I mean I've been." Harry stuttered. Severus sighed. "Out with it Potter." he commanded, starting to feel annoying.

"I've been failing on purpose." Harry whispered so softly that Snape barely heard. Shocked Snape started at Potter.

"It's not that difficult. Most of the time I don't have to do anything except sit back and let one of the Slytherin's mess it up." Harry said softly, staring at his shoes.

"I don't suppose you'll tell me why you've been purposely failing my class." Snape drawled glaring at Potter his temper rising. How could the boy be such an idiot.

"When I was younger I got my first report card. It's a muggle system of grading, kind of like the O.W.L.S.. I did really well." Harry said smiling bitterly, "Too well. I completely out did my cousin. I was beaten and locked in the cupboard without food for a week." Harry whispered his voice shaking as he recalled the incident. "I learned fairly quickly that doing better then my cousin would get my punished. Actually doing well in anything got me beatings from my uncle. He felt he had to put me in my place. After all I was a worthless freak." Harry finished quietly.

"And defense against the dark arts?" Snape asked feeling sick. How many times had he, himself, tried to put the boy in his place because he had thought that he was a spoiled brat and needed to be knocked down a notch or two?

"It's expected that I do well!" Harry answered, "After all I'm the bloody Boy-Who-Lived," he murmured his voice bitter and self mocking. Snape winced as he recalled the many occasions he had mocked and belittled the boy for the very same idea. Damn he was really starting to feel guilty.

"Well Potter there will be no more slacking off in my class. Nor will anyone beat you for doing well in your other classes. Your Uncle," he sneered the word, " won't ever touch you again." Snape promised. Finally Harry looked at him. Snape could visibly see him weighing his choices, deciding if he could trust Snape's word. Hesitantly he nodded. Curious, Snape opened his mouth to question Harry about his suppressed abilities when there was a knock on the door. Snape paled slightly. There was only one person who would visit his room's without prior warning, the Headmaster. Sighing he stood up and let the infernal man in. Harry rose from his chair but didn't approach.

As normal the man was dressed in a set of hideous robes, these were a deep blue with huge orange suns splattered in the most random places. His eyes twinkled cheerfully and he looked more like a caring grandfather then the master manipulator that Snape knew he was.

"Severus, Harry." Dumbledore cried cheerfully, "How are my favorite two boys doing?" Without waiting for an answer he turned to Harry. Quickly crossing the distance between them.

"My boy, I am so sorry about your relatives. If I had known I would have never of left you there." Dumbledore stated soberly placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. Snape noted without surprise that the sadness that filled the headmaster's tone didn't reach his eyes.

"I understand." Harry answered cooly his body tense. He pulled away causing Dumbledore's to slide off his shoulder.

"My boy?" Dumbledore questioned his eyes boring into Harry. Snape just stared confused by the sudden turn of events. Harry was acting almost distant.

"I apologize, after what my uncle did I don't feel comfortable being touched, Headmaster." Harry answered his expression unreadable. It was all Snape could do to stop from gaping out right. The boy had just lied to his beloved mentor. What the hell was going on. Harry had no trouble letting Snape, his most hated teacher touch him. He had even held the man while he had cried. So why did Harry have such problems with Dumbledore touching him.

"It's alright my boy, I understand completely!" Dumbledore responded, his voice once again cheerful. "That's why Professor Snape is here to help." Harry nodded once, his expression still blank.. Much to Snape's relief Dumbledore decided that it was time to leave. After a cheerful goodbye which was met with a glare from Snape and a short nodded from Harry the Headmaster left.

Feeling the wards, that surrounded his room snap down behind the man he turned to stare at Harry. The boy fidgeted nervously.

"What was that about?" Snape asked. Harry's eyes flicked to the door then back, worried.

"These rooms are warded. The founders believed that teachers have the right to privacy in their rooms and cast several spells to insure this. Not even the headmaster can hear us." Snape answered the silent question, feeling more then a little puzzled by how Harry was acting.

"I don't trust him." Harry admitted at last. A single eyebrow rose, but Snape didn't comment. Harry hesitated for a second considering the man before him. Deciding to trust the man who had saved his life he closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts.

"There is no way that he didn't know what was going on. First there's the fact that my Hogwarts expectance letter was addressed to a bloody cupboard. Not to mention the fact that he has a spy watching me, that woman Mrs. Figg. The woman practically worships the man. There is no way that she wouldn't have told him about the abuse and while my relatives didn't exactly go out of the way to make it public they weren't the most desecrate so it's not like she could've missed it. Finally, if he really cared so much about me why didn't he check-up on me. Just one visit would have revealed something was wrong. You saw that for yourself" Harry spat as he began pacing the room. Snape just stared at him like he had grown two heads.

"He is just using me as a tool to defeat Voldemort. " Harry continued ranting. "The sorcerer's stone, the chamber of secrets, all just tests to see if his weapon is good enough, loyal enough to be used to further his cause."

"I think I need to sit down." Snape replied feeling overwhelmed. Harry nodded and they made their way to the living room. Snape sunk down into one of the chairs while Harry plopped down on the couch. Harry watched Professor Snape carefully trying to gage his reaction. He had taken a great risk revealing this to the man but something told him he could trust Snape.

"Well, over the last couple days you have certainly surprised me." Snape stated at last. "I had thought you were nothing more then a spoiled brat, firmly in the Headmaster's palm. You have not only manage to completely demolish that belief, you've proven to be far more Slytherin the I've could possibly imagine."

"Well the sorting hat said I would do well in Slytherin. Of course at the time I begged it to put me in any other house because I thought that the house of Slytherin was evil and I desperately didn't want to be in it." Harry admitted cheerfully. Feeling more then a little shocked for what felt like the hundredth time that day Snape rubbed his temple. He gazed at the other man for a few minutes thoughtfully.

"You are not the only one who doesn't trust the man. When I was in school he ignored the rather obvious signs that my father was abusive. I have been manipulated far too many times by the Headmaster to trust him. I have no intention of telling him about your lack of trust." Snape confessed, feeling that Harry deserved to hear the truth, though he wasn't going to reveal where his real loyalties lied until he knew how Harry felt about the Dark Lord. He owed the boy that much, after he had placed so much trust in him.

"Thank You," Harry responded feeling relieved. He had been afraid that the man would tell Dumbledore, after all he was a member of the order and all. Snape nodded, seeing the relief on the other man's face.

"Well I'm going to work on my homework," Harry said at last breaking the silence, that had become rather awkward.

"Potter, voluntarily doing homework. Has the apocalypse arrived?" Snape asked sarcastically, relieved to be on familiar ground again. He had felt unsettled and a bit vulnerable during their conversation. Not something he was use to.

"Yes well, apparently my Potions' Professor will be extremely pissed if I don't actually try in his class this year." Harry responded smirking. Snape just glare, though it lacked its usual heat. Harry just smiled.

"Imputed brat." he muttered watching Harry leave the room.

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