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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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So many new reviewers! Makes me happy XD

unneeded: Yeah, i was afraid that i'd have a really bad writer's block- didn't happen though, for which i am grateful. Very grateful.

A few chapters and Harry will be getting a 'leash' on things.

APPLECHAN: Glad someone thought it was exciting. p.s. My sentiments exactly.

Woodlandspirit: I'm sure millions of fangirls out there would agree with you- i mean, when i get all fangirl, i scream words that don't make sense to anyone but me. XD

wednesdaay: Nooooo! My sadistic side!!! *hides it inside cupboard. There, no more cliffies for a while...

Of course, a while could be anything from a paragraph to a book...>.<

moodysavage: XD I thought I did that scene rather well to... *ego inflates into a mountain. Did Snape sense something?- OOOH SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES <3

917brat: Thankyou! (ALERT: EGO IS NOW THE SIZE OF A CONTINENT!) Yes, that is why i felt that i couldn't make Harry and Snape stay in this scene much longer- which also made me unable to make them do anything to each other... *sobs.

SMUT WHERE DID CHU GOOO????

urm well, All of Harry's close friends know, Dumbles knows. Snape... (read on), Draco knows. Sebastian knows that he's a creature but not what he is. Ryr knows a Scath, but doesn't know the Scath is Harry. Hope i didn't leave anyone out...Obviously, ast this goies on more people will know.

CM: Your reviews make me insanely happy. Probably because of the amount of times you put 'love' in your sentences.

<3 p.s. I know i'm the author- but to tell you the truth. I'm scared of Harry too... UWAHH

quaff: Glad you shared >.<. I hate the cliffy too.

ssing: yay! Another reviewer~ I like dom Harry. Thats why i wrote this XD.

YaoiPerv: *whistles.

Yay for enthusiasm!

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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Hogwarts was, in a few words; a huge, rambling, quite scary-looking castle, with a jumble of towers and battlements. Inside of this huge and imposing castle, lay intricate passageways and secret tunnels that no one had known about for a couple of hundreds of years.

The corridors were empty, with only the occasional late student and a few off-class professors. But except for them, Hogwarts was quiet. The morning sun shone through large, mosaic windows depicting the four founders, bringing welcome light into the otherwise cold corridors. In a particularly dark corner of one of the long and lightless passages, a tall and long legged boy pressed down onto a thin, black figure

Harry pressed down onto the dark haired professor beneath him, waiting for an answer.

“N-no”

Harry grinned, satisfied, and ran a finger down the pale man’s cheek. Snape trembled under his touch and Harry’s inner Scáth sank back, pleased.

Harry’s finger trembled and stopped.

The cloud of instinctual feeling was lifting and Harry was left blinking in confusion. In shock he realised that his finger was still finishing its long path from the roots of Snape’s hair to his chin, and then, under his chin and down his neck, till it reached the collar of Snape’s robes. He stilled for a moment, watching Snape’s eyes dilate.

Harry snatched his fingers back, like he had been stung and stared down at his ex-potion’s professor, horrified. The muscles in his throat worked uselessly and he managed to mumble a meagre,

“I-I...sorry”

Without another word, Harry flung himself away from his professor. Cursing, he picked up his wand, straightened his robes and half-walked half-ran out of the corridor.

What had he just done?

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“N-no”

The word was dragged out of him. Under normal circumstances, he would never have said it, but, this wasn’t a normal situation.

Potter’s demeanour had gone from pure anger to a sly smugness that Snape would have never thought able to grace the golden boy’s features. Something sparked in the boy’s eyes and the Saviour leaned forwards, so that his graceful fingertips touched the inky darkness of the older man’s hair and trailed down the sharp cheekbones. Snape trembled softly, his body felt weak and unable to hold itself up and his hands shook. He struggled to hold himself upright with his elbows.

He watched with flickering eyes as Potter’s lips curled in self-satisfaction, clearly pleased with himself. Snape’s mental lips curled in response and something in the boys eyes flashed and the feather-light touches on his cheek stuttered for a moment, before continuing its slow movement down to the cleft of his chin and below. As the paralysing fingers touched the top of his collar, Snape stared into the strangely rimmed eyes of his student.

Something was wrong.

The hand on his collar shook and froze and then, slowly, they fell back to Potter’s side. Green eyes widened and the lips opened to say something.

“I-I...sorry”

Snape wanted to do something, wanted to retort something along the lines of ‘You should be’, or at least something that would quell the uneasiness welling up within him.

As The-Boy-Who-Lived moved quickly out of sight, Snape slumped back onto the cold wall. Something was very familiar about Potter, something that overstepped the bounds of familiarity that should be allowed between professor and student.

His breath became slightly panicked and his eyes clouded with panic as he sorted through his fumbling thoughts.

The boy’s eyes

His eyes

Bright green corneas surrounded by a familiar pulsing gold.

A golden honey colour that he could never forget, that haunted some if his very worst nightmares.

A hoarse groan escaped his lips as he felt the pull of the memories, of the nightmares.

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Mussed brown hair entered Severus’s sight and he stiffened.

“Hey Sniv-”, the boy began, with a challenging smile.

“I know, Potter. Don’t think you can boss me around anymore” he sneered.

“Oh, you know, huh?” The hazel-eyed boy’s mouth quirked to one side.

Severus sneered, unsettled at the easiness that Potter displayed at having his friend exposed.

“I do, Potter, want me to tell Dumbledore?”

“Do you have proof?”

He saw where this was going. Potter was going to challenge him to do something stupid- and he, because Severus hated James Potter, was probably going to do it. Severus narrowed his eyes.

James Potter smirked, “Have you ever wondered why the Shrieking Shack is called the most haunted house in England?”

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Severus peered around the side of a large stone ruin, eyes following the four small shapes that walked briskly over the grassy knolls. He watched with increasing horror as three of them morphed and shrunk, until all that was left of them was a stag, a dog and a small rat that Severus had trouble seeing properly. One remained unchanged and he sneered. Lupin, the werewolf. The brown haired boy’s pallor was dangerously pale and the two larger animagi stood protectively by the werewolf.

A small object streaked towards the twisting and snapping branches of the Whomping Willow and Severus watched with disbelieving eyes as he realised that it was the smallest boy, Pettigrew, but as the rat disappeared among the roots of the tree, Severus’s eyes widened. The Whomping Willow had stilled and stopped its thrashing, allowing the other boys to approach and disappear into what he assumed to be a secret passageway.

Severus pulled himself from his crouch from behind the rock and dusted his robes off. Pulling his wand out of his robe-pocket, he crept out from behind and quickly made his way to the base of what he called, ‘The miserly plant with violent tendencies’.

The leaves above rustled and Severus scanned the area where Potter and his friends had disappeared into, looking desperately for a sign of a passageway beneath the gnarled roots of the tree.

A knobbed branch swung towards him and Severus ducked, just in time to see a small wooden door hidden among the roots. He slipped into the small space and twisted the knob, granting him access to a small cramped tunnel.

Bending down low, he shuffled along the dirt-ridden passageway.

An inhumane screech, like the sound of nails on chalkboards, but louder, abruptly pierced the stale air. It echoed though the small space, causing Severus to fall to the ground in agony and clutch his ears with a vice-like grip. The shrill sound reverberated within his skull and made his teeth ache dully. In what seemed like minutes rather than seconds, the dreadful screeching faded away and Severus slowly removed his hands from his bruising ears.

It had to be Lupin, going through the transformation.

Despite the sudden apprehension that gripped him, he pulled himself to his feet.

All that he had to do was, see Lupin with his own eyes, and then show Dumbledore the memory with the pensieve and then convince the white-haired grandpa that Lupin was a threat to the school and therefore, should be expelled.

Calming his fears, he once again crept along the dirt floor.

He could see the small trapdoor up ahead now, it looked innocent, a small smudge of ochre among an endless brown. He shuffled closer to it and reaching out a thin hand, which was already beginning to show the effect of dozens of potions on the fingertips, he hooked one finger into the latch and pulled it open.

Through the small crack, sounds of frivolous ‘playing around’ could be heard, and seen. The large werewolf rolled lazily on the ground while a large black dog jumped on top and slobbered all over the light fur of the Were’s stomach and a small rat ran around the haunches of the wolf, causing the creature to let out loud huffing sounds.

Severus crinkled his nose in distaste.

A pronged reindeer trotted lightly to where the other two were rolling around and pressed it’s two front hooves lightly on wolf, only to have the dog jump on its back and stay there, as if a jockey riding a horse.

Severus snorted.

In a flash, all eyes in the room trained in on the source.

The stag’s eyes widened and its ears pricked up. Its eyes seemed to say ‘You didn’t really-”

But before anyone could react, the once-docile werewolf leapt from its haunches and snarled at Severus. Its eyes were wide with blood thirst and its sharp nails gouged the floorboards. Alarmed barking could be heard but the Were continued bare its teeth at the frightened boy below it.

Severus froze with horror.

Thick drool hung from the creature’s maw and dripped onto his face, its crazed eyes were locked onto his, watching, waiting. Severus tried to take a step back but all he could accomplish was falling down onto his knees.

No, he could not have imagined this.

Couldn’t have imagined what would’ve happened once a Were could smell a human.

Wouldn’t have expected Lupin, to be like this

With small gasps escaping from the corner of his mouth, Severus realised with horror that all along he had been expecting Lupin, an out of control Lupin, but still Lupin. The terrible, snarling beast in front of him was not Lupin in any sense; it was the werewolf, incensed by the smell of a human.

This beast had no qualms about ripping his throat out, no qualms with letting his blood flow freely over the ground, seeping into the dirt.

With no warning, the werewolf disappeared from its place behind the trapdoor. Severus froze, the eerie silence from the other room was deafening. It penetrated his mind. Turning his limbs into what seemed like heavy, lifeless logs. With trepidation, he closed his eyes, trying to block out the empty silence.

Suddenly feeling a sliver of pain on his right arm, Severus opened his eyes in horror. A huge gash in his arm had suddenly appeared, causing scarlet fluid to pour out. With a cry, he sprang back, realising that the wolf had positioned its front limb into the small trapdoor, clawing with wild abandon at anything within its reach.

The slashing paw was removed and once again the werewolf placed a huge, watery eye in front of the entrance, taking in the sight of its prey.

Severus froze yet again, the bright golden colour seared into his brain.

Suddenly, the wolf yowled and Severus watched as it was hurled out of the way by a stag and a dog.

Fast hoof beats rapped against the floorboards and Severus watched in detached amazement at the change from animal to boy, his mind still filled horror.

“Out, Snivellus”

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Snape slammed back into his mortal shell, doubling over. The particular memory made him want to heave. With his breath rasping in his throat, he pushed his back off the wall and stumbled, legs too weak to support his weight. With images of gnashing teeth and writhing fur running rampant through his mind, Snape gritted his teeth and stilled his trembling legs.

Taking a deep breath, he resumed his regular posture and swept through the corridor, eyes set on the path to Dumbledore’s office.

Potter was a werewolf.

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Snape rounded the corner and nearly pounced on the sight of the large gargoyle doors. He stepped up to the stone door and glared stonily at the equally stony statue of a griffin.

“Peppermint toothpicks” he snapped and ran a potions stained hand through his once-again greasy hair.

The gargoyle groaned to life, twisting to the side to grant Snape access. Stepping gingerly through the doorway he was greeted with the perfunctory: “Severus?”

“Headmaster”

The wizened wizard, still brimming with life-energy smiled and gestured towards the traditionally preferred chair.

Snape swept aside his robes and lowered himself into the particularly hard, wooden chair. Declining the ritual lemon drops and tea, Snape locked eyes with Dumbledore and the older wizard put his teaspoon down.

“So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

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Harry spent the whole History of Magic ignoring the snores from the rest of the class and thinking about the horrendous happenings of his first day back at Hogwarts.

Two professors

One morning

He groaned aloud and Hermione shot a curious glance at him, Professor Binn coughed politely and Harry settled down into his seat.

But as Binn started to gesture animatedly about the first magical colony in ancient Europe, Harry fell face forward onto his desk and groaned.

Bloody hell

He groaned even louder and thumped the table with his fist.

How was he going to live this down?

And what the fuck were his professors’ going to do about it?

Knowing Snape, Harry surmised that the tetchy older man would probably prefer being held under a cruciatus curse than publicly admit to his students that he’d been manhandled by his student and unable to do anything about it.

Bainbridge however, was a whole other type of fish.

Moaning louder, he lifted his head up to see the whole class staring at him, only to slam his head back onto the table.

Harry’s friends shifted in their seats and looked worriedly at him while the previously slumbering Slytherins woke and jeered at the new and improved ‘Boy Freak’.

Harry glared at them and they shushed, though none of them would ever remember why they did.

Professor Binn shot a frosty glare at the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry buried his head in his arms and sighed. Deeply.

It was no better at the end of class, with one look at his parchment, Harry sighed.

Brilliant, History of Magic and Divination in one day.

The trio packed their bags and the boys struggled to not yawn, while Hermione chattered excitedly about the magical warrior village that had existed way back when.

“Not only that, but they weren’t completely human as well!”

“Amazing” Ron muttered, opening the door for his friends.

“Oh, look, here comes Professor McGonagall” Harry said quickly.

Hermione swiftly closed her mouth and greeted the transfiguration professor cheerily.

“Hello Hermione, nice to see the three of you out of trouble” The stern looking woman allowed a small smile.

“Don’t know how long that will last” Ron joked.

Harry nodded solemnly. McGonagall raised an arched eyebrow.

“Well, it is almost time for your next class to be starting, move along then”

The trio nodded respectfully. Soon after, Hermione waved them goodbye and Harry and Ron walked towards the North tower, climbing the stairs reluctantly, one at a time.

When they got to the silver step ladder at the top of the stairs, Harry muttered “Ladies first”. Ron scowled but nevertheless grabbed the first silver rung and pulled himself up. The circular trapdoor was already open and both let themselves in.

The classroom was still mostly empty when they arrived, save for a slightly smoky looking professor who fixed her eye on Harry as soon as she walked in. The two of them walked through the mass of unoccupied chintz chairs and pouffes that cluttered the room and sat down at the same small, circular table.

As more and more students poured in, Trelawney seated herself in a large winged armchair before the fire, facing the class.

“Hello, students- welcome to another year in Divination” Trelawney said mistily. The usual amount of beads, chains and bangles adorned upon her person in the firelight.

“Today, we will be looking at the art of predicting using tarot cards, and we will be for another half a semester. Now, see that small bowl on your table?” the professor glanced around the room with her huge glasses, blinking owlishly within her glasses, as if waiting for an answer.

No one did.

She continued on, unperturbed.

“Inside you will find a full set, now pick up the sheet of parchment and follow the steps with your partner”

Ron shrugged and picked up the parchment.

“Wonder what kind of bullshit were gonna have to make up this time?”

Harry nodded solemnly and waited as Ron shuffled the cards and placed them upon the table.

“Let’s see: A hag, a flower, a knight and a blank card. Hmm...”

Harry looked sceptically at his friend. “What? An old grannie is going to bite me to death, a flower is going to trip me and consequently cause me to fall into a volcano, a knight will actually be a cold hearted murderer and stab me til death with a tooth pick or...”

They both leaned over the sheet of parchment and frowned.

“This sheet doesn’t mention a blank card”

Harry shrugged.

“It’s just another thing trying to kill me, I bet. Lets switch”

Ron and Harry jotted down his results and the red haired boy passed the tarot cards.

“Analyse the results of your activity and hand it in next Tuesday, no complaints!”

They both got up from their chair and twisted their necks side to side, getting rid of the cricks. Ron rolled his eyes, “Hey, Harry?”

“Mm?” Harry stretched his legs out, the strange new and lengthened limbs feeling excessively cramped in the small space under the table.

“Remember that time in fourth year?” Ron imitated the divination teacher’s airy voice, “I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born under Saturn’s rule? As in mid-winter?”

“No, I was born in July”

Harry laughed. “Oh, remember the wonky cross?”

Ron rolled his eyes good naturedly, “I know right, what the hell was up with that?”

They left quickly through the small round door and hurried down the steps. As they turned the corner to their fifth lesson of the day, they saw Hermione, who waved at them and pulled them inside their next classroom.

“Lunch is next, isn’t it?”

“Yea”

“Thank Merlin” Ron groaned. “I’m hungry”

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Harry fidgeted nervously in his seat. The rest of Hogwarts was loud, students and teachers chattering away. Ron asked Harry what was wrong but all he did was duck his head lower and avoid looking at the staff table. He heard a small clink of cutlery to his left and looked up to see Hermione put down her spoon.

“I never asked you Harry, but what happened with you and Snape?”

“Nothing” Harry lied quickly, averting his eyes.

Both his friends shared looks with each other. Harry sighed, “Guys, really-“

“Harry” Hermione said firmly.

“After you left in a huff, Professor Snape followed you, right? We all saw him, you can’t deny it”

Harry nodded slowly.

“He left ten minutes before lunch bell and didn’t come back to class”

“Yeah, Harry, old beak face never does that” Ron offered, mouth full of salmon sandwich.

“Ron, don’t be so immature” Hermione cajoled.

Ron chose to ignore the indignant girl next to him and pressed the subject.

“Things kind of got out of control” he finally admitted.

His friends’ eyes widened, “You didn’t-?”

“NO!” Harry shouted, horrified.

The whole hall turned in their seats to look at the Saviour, many wondering idly about what form of entertainment was the Boy-Who-Lived going to provide them with. Many of the professors looked alarmed and tried to listen in, while not making it obvious.

Feeling the weight of the stares, he sat back down again and whispered, “If you’re asking me if I got violent with my professor- then no”

Hermione elbowed Ron in the stomach and she apologized, “Sorry, Harry. We’re just worried”

Harry sighed, to tell the truth, everything was just grating on his nerves. It didn’t help that all the professors were looking at them now. Harry tried not to think about Bainbridge and Snape.

But as lunch meandered on, and Harry didn’t feel the light prickling on his neck that meant someone was looking at him stop, he cast furtive glances around him. No one seemed to be staring...

With heavy foreboding, Harry shifted slowly in his seat, the movement was jerky and felt robotic as he craned his head towards...

Bad idea.

Harry, in a horrified state of shock, felt his eyes widened imperceptibly, but at the same time, felt his mouth drop open in a very, very obvious (and convincing) imitation of a goldfish.

Much, much faster than he had turned to them, he whipped away from the sight of the staff table.

That had been a horrible, horrible idea.

Both professors had had their eyes locked onto his as soon as he swivelled around, and had both taken to burning holes into him with their eyes.

“Harry?” came a tentative voice from his left.

“Hmm?”

Hermione cast a quick look at where Harry had turned away from seconds before. “They’re staring-gaping at you. Professor Snape and Professor Bainbridge... that reminds me Harry, you stayed behind after Potions with Bainbridge too didn’t you?” Hermione fixed an eye onto Harry.

“Uh-that is-I...” Harry’s voice fell to below a whisper.

“What? I can’t hear you, mate” Ron said loudly.

“...my tail...bruised... painful”

Ron and Hermione choked on their pumpkin juice.

“Seriously? Your first day with a tail and you’ve managed to abuse it?” Ron guffawed. Hermione shot a dirty look at him but pressed on nevertheless.

“What did you do so that our Potions professor looks like he’s ready to suicide at any moment?”

Harry shrugged, but then conceded as his friends glared at him, knowing full well that they wouldn’t stop pestering him until he told.

“Think, guys... I had to reach within my robes, have my trousers half pulled down and belt off- not to mention an incredibly pained and stiff tail...”

Ron’s face cleared and his face reddened. Unable to stop a small huff from escaping his throat, he leaned forward and said confidingly to Harry, “So, Harry Potter, first day of lessons and you’ve already been caught by our newest potions professor- wanking!” Ron shrieked the last part, as his face became redder and redder, till his eyes teared up and he exploded with laughter.

Hermione was slower to catch on, but when she heard Ron’s lousy attempt at speaking softly, she blushed a deep red and stuttered a bit before she gulped down some more juice.

“Harry- what are you going to do?” she said, ignoring Ron’s barking laughter as he thumped the table with his fist.

Harry looked at her grimly, “Hope they forget about it” he said- trying to ignore Ron’s expletive shout of “Fat chance!”

Harry just shoved another mouthful of ham sandwich down his throat.

This wasn’t going to be an interesting (god forbid) year, it was going to be torturous.

Idly, Harry wondered which professor would be likely to give him detention first.

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Also, after two more chapters of stuff not necessarily interesting, I've got a whole story arc that starts with- oops can’t tell you that!

All I can say is that for once I’ve planned ahead a lot and some interesting things will happen!

NEXT CHAPTER: OPEN UP! DANGEROUS POTION TIME~
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