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Pandora's Box - COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry felt himself falling through the memory, flashes of images racing past his eyes, his own thoughts on Severus, remembering to when he realized that he might have feelings for him.

Flashback

The great hall was busy, the girls excited about the Yule Ball. Harry, nervous at the thought of having to dance and being there with a girl. Ever since the ‘incident’ as he was now referring to it in his head, Harry hadn’t been able to get the vision of the naked, dripping wet Snape out of his mind. The memory fuelling his nightly masturbation fantasies for the past few weeks. Fiddling with the corner of his dress robes, a fake smile plastered on his face. Heart racing as the music began to play. The dance a blur in his head as he focused on his feet, playing the beat over and over.

After beating a hasty retreat as the girls wanted to dance again, excusing himself to get a glass of punch. Flushed with embarrassment as he stood sipping the drink, eyes lifting to catch Snape’s gaze. Heart pumping as his cock awoke at the sight of the stoic man, formidable in his black robes. Dark fathomless eyes staring directly at him, Harry noticing that the teachers standing by him were clearly taking the piss out of his earlier dancing. Professor Flitwick even trying to recreate the stumble that Harry had hoped no one had noticed. Mortified, he felt his face fall at the humiliation, Severus looked at him with a understanding expression. Harry speechless as Snape spun to stalk from the great hall, deliberately tripping Professor Flitwick as he passed.

He did that for me

The thought replaced as quickly as it came by Ron coming and complaining about Hermione with Victor Krum, distracted by his friend’s problem. Though the thought still lingered, why had Snape done that and why did it make him feel breathless.

End Of Flashback

Harry’s memories began to fall around him, unfamiliar places and images filled his mind, the pensieve memory obscuring anything else.

Potion ingredients, the smell filling Harry’s nostrils as he found himself standing in the classroom. Severus sitting at his desk, head down as he wrote on a long piece of parchment. Harry shocked as he lifted his head to see a vision of a younger Severus, possible no older than his late twenties. Hair still hanging down his face but slightly shorter than when Harry had him as his Professor, his face unlined but still familiar, handsome in Harry’s eyes.

A quiet knock at his classroom door attracting his attention, Severus looked at the clock and frowned. Noting the late hour, Harry assumed that Severus was not expecting anyone.

“Enter.” his rich tone sending a deep shiver along Harry’s spine, the voice washing over him. Tentatively the door opened, the pale obviously nervous face of a pretty young girl appearing around from around the door. Severus went from intrigued to confused then to concerned in the space of a second, worry on his face as he stood to address the quiet girl.

“Miss Laine, are you ok,” he walked towards her, Harry gasped as he recognised the name, “Has something happened?”

Vivienne!

Looking at the girl ,Harry berated himself for not recognising her before, her face young, around fifteen or so. Her delicate features already beautiful, her eyes bright and shiny in the class light.

“Sir, you said if I ever needed to speak to you,” her voice timid, Severus’ stare studying her, “I need to see you.”

Severus gestured for her to come into the room, she entered and stood trembling in the warm room. Harry felt concerned at her anxious demeanour, she took a breath as if trying to calm herself.

“Of course you can come to me,” Severus offered her a friendly smile, Harry loved him more for the gesture, “As your head of house, I would hope you can always come to me with any problem.”

What!.. Head of house?

Vivienne was in slytherin!

“I..I,” she fiddled with the hem of her robes, so unlike the confident Vivienne he knew now, “I think that I like someone.”

Flustered, Severus straightened his papers, at a loss with how to deal with the current problem. Harry couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, glad that they wouldn’t hear it. The laugh dying in his throat when he saw the look in Vivienne’s eyes, it was one of desire. Knowing where this conversation was leading Harry turned to watch Severus, the papers in his hands falling from his hands. The sound of clothes hitting the stone floor filling the silent room, eyes wide Severus stared with disbelief. Harry’s own face mirroring his expression, Vivienne even at this age was stunning, her slim body not completely developed yet. The long slender legs shaking, her hand by her sides, standing stiffly. Harry couldn’t help but see the cool air in the room had peaked her nipples, her breasts heaving as she let out a quivering breath. Her face lowered from Severus’ gaze, cheeks pink tinged with embarrassment. Shock in his eyes, Severus frozen to the spot, Harry could see thoughts running through his head.

“Miss Laine.. Vivienne,” he said in a soft voice, walking towards her. “I..I..,” he cleared his throat, “While I am flattered at the attention.” he began.

“Please don’t send me away,” she interrupted, her blue eyes imploring him, voice trembling, “I want you.”

Severus averted his eyes as he bent to pick up her robes, reaching around her to wrap her up in them. She flung her arms around his chest and buried her face in his neck, kissing him along his jaw. Harry tense and angry at her display, heart thudding at the possibility of something happening between them. This thought dispelled as Severus wrapped his arms around her and guided her to a nearby chair. With great tenderness he disengaged himself from the now crying Vivienne, making sure she was covered and stepped back, leaning heavily on his desk with a sigh.

“I know you like me!” Vivienne pleaded, eyes bright and filled with hope. Severus looked at her with sadness and a certain amount of nervousness, the situation was clearly out of his usual dealings. Harry felt sorry for the man, remembering what it was like to tell someone that you don’t like them in that way, he was grateful that Luna had taken it so well.

“Miss.. Vivienne, you are my greatest pupil,” her eyes lit up and he offered her a sympathising smile, “But I can not become involved with a student.” Severus eyes’ widened when he realized that he said the wrong thing in trying to let her down gently.

“It’s ok.. We would keep it secret,” she smiled, trying to appear seductive and even at her age, Harry surmised most men would have been swayed, “I’m nearly sixteen!”

Severus paled at her insistence, face flustered, Harry had never seen him like this. Moving further away from her, he covered his face with his hand and sighed, appearing resigned to having to say something he was not comfortable with.

“Vivienne.. I could never be with you,” he looked at her, his dark eyes finding it hard to maintain eyes contact with her tearful blue ones, “I like men.” he whispered the last part that Harry barely heard it. Vivienne apparently heard it loud and clear, her eyes stunned.

“Oh,” she whispered, the narrowed her eyes, suspicious of his motives, “Are you just saying that?.. Am I too ugly for you?”

Severus shook his head, face amused for a moment. Obviously used to thinking’s of teenage girls, he let out a suffering huff. Rolling his eyes as she mumbled about other girls being prettier than her, eyes filling with hysterical tears.

“You are a very beautiful girl.. Merlin! Dumbledore will have my arse for this,” She let out a laugh at him using the word arse, slapping her hand to her mouth, “No one knows I like men.. I shouldn’t have told you!” Harry noting Severus becoming more and more flustered.

He hadn’t told anyone!

She looked at him as if judging whether he was being honest or not, seeing something in his eyes, she flushed scarlet. Mortified, she tugged her robe around herself more, her smile apologetic as she looked at the panicking man. Harry realizing she had shown him this memory to show how their relationship changed.

“Sir, it’s ok.. I won’t tell anyone.”

Relief in the obsidian eyes as he sat on the edge of his desk, shoulders slumping. Vivienne frowned, standing quietly and walking to Severus, whose gaze was downcast. He lifted his head and tried to smile. She touched his arm gently, smile in her eyes, voice filled with her usual laughter.

“Now we have more than potions in common.” Harry laughed at her cheeky smile, Severus confused, she whispered in his ear.

“We both want to..,” she paused, changing her mind, face unsure, “..we both like men.”

Severus’ face was serious, her eyes lowered, suddenly nervous of having said the wrong thing then Severus’ laugh filled the deathly quiet classroom.

“Cheeky brat.”

Vivienne’s face was apprehensive as he emerged from the pensieve. Harry scowled at her, her blue eyes filled with surprise, widening as he laughed and pulled her into his arms for a hug.

“Cheeky brat.” he said trying to intone Severus from the memory, she slapped him on the arm in a playful manner. Hermione looked at the pair with confusion, he gave her a tired smile. He noticed she was picking at her nails in a anxious way, he reached out and touched her hand.

“It’s ok,” she went to speak, he pecked her on the cheek. “You’re forgiven.” the thankful sigh echoed around the solemn flat.

“What’s next?” Harry asked as he looked at the lined up bottles. The swirling mist enticing him to delve deeper.

Vivienne’s face turned serious, eyes dark and unreadable. She picked up the next memory, turning it round in her hand, examining the swirling contents.

She poured the memory and stepped back, face distressed. Harry went to touch her, she held up her hand to stop him, shaking her head. Full of trepidation Harry fell into the memory.

Screams drifting into his head, the cries of people in pain and in anger. Smoke filtering around his feet as he appeared just outside the great hall. Vivienne holding a crying Hermione, Ron pale and shaking as he approached them.

“She’ll be ok,” Vivienne’s voice filled with authority, she handed her gently over to Ron’s waiting arms, Hermione’s cries tapering down to quiet sobs, “Where is Harry?”

“Shrieking shack, Snape.. That traitor was with Voldemort,” the hatred in Ron’s voice making Harry wince, “Nagini attacked the bastard.”

Vivienne’s face fell at the words, eyes wide with fear. Without a word she ran from the room, leaving Ron holding Hermione. Harry ran, legs pumping to keep up with her, amazed at her speed and agility. She dodged and leapt to avoid hexes still being fired from the remaining death eaters. Hexes flying from her mouth as she ran, wand leaving sparks, not even looking to see if any had hit their mark. Frantic to get to Severus, Harry thinking that at this moment, he would have been facing Voldemort. A shudder ran down his spine at the memory, the feeling of his death still haunted him.

The smell of blood assaulted his senses as they arrived at the shack, her face fell at the coppery odour. Running up the stairs two at a time, her panting breath loud in the silent house.

“No, no, please no!” she shouted as she entered the room. Harry following her, afraid to see what lay ahead. The blood more vivid than he remembered it, pooled around the still, pale potion master. Vivienne whimpered and fell to her knees, shoulders shaking as she began to cry.

Severus unmoving, face deathly white, no sound emerging from his still body.

He’s dead

Harry reeling at the realization, stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, eyes filling with tears. His sobs mixing with Vivienne’s, she lay her head on Severus’ chest. Suddenly, she moved back, scrambling to reach up and hold the wound on his neck. Her blue eyes wide and filled with hope, Harry noticed that the blood though slowing was still seeping through her fingers.

His heart is still beating!

Reaching blindly with one hand to grab a small pouch from her jeans, muttering the spell to enlarge it, the contents spilling on to the floor. Harry noticed various potion bottles, recognizing some of them, a blood replenishing and pain reducing potion amongst all of the others.

“Please, be ok,” she leaned forward, face close to his mouth. Listening for the sound of breathing, ”Don’t die on me.. Severus, can you hear me?” her voice catching as his lips moved slightly, trying to speak.

“Shhh, it’s ok,” she reached and grabbed a pain reliever, fingers fumbling with the bottle as she tried to open it, pouring the contents into his mouth, tilting his head up. “I’m going to try and stop the bleeding.. It will hurt.”

She muttered a spell, one that that sounded familiar to the one Severus had used after the incident with Draco. Fascinated, Harry watched with trepidation as the wound started to pull itself together, though it would not knit completely. The magic of the bite hindering the healing, the blood oozed from the ragged cut. Vivienne sighed with frustration, pulling the sleeve of her shirt off and pressing it to the wound.

“Harry?” Severus rasped, the bite having damaged his vocal chords, his voice weak.

“I don’t know,” Vivienne admitted, he struggled to sit up, “Stop, you can’t help.. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” she lifted the cloth and cringed at the wound.

“The venom?” she shouted suddenly, eyes frantic as she looked at her potions, Severus smacked against his left leg, fingers falling to the floor with the effort. Searching through his pocket she found a bottle of bright red liquid, she smiled as she recognised the contents. Pulling the cork out and putting the bottle to Severus’ blue lips.

“You brewed the anti-venom.. Clever bastard!”

A weak smile flickered briefly on his face, he coughed, blood on his lips. Vivienne concerned, reached for her wand about to conjure her patronus.

“I have to get help.”

“No.” Severus voice croaked, she looked at him with disbelief.

“Take me to Spinner’s End,” he struggled to take a breath, Vivienne lifted him up and made him drink the blood replenishing potion, “Let them think I’m dead.”

Vivienne’s face fell, eyes full on unshed tears, shaking her head. Severus grabbed her hand, trying to squeeze her fingers to show how serious he was.

“But Harry?” her voice quiet and full of sorrow.

“I want him to have a life,” a single tear fell from his eye, Harry ached to wipe it away, “Free from all of this.. A chance for a happy, normal life.”

“You can’t mean that.. you care for him!” Vivienne’s tears now falling freely, her hand still holding the bloody bandage.

“Please do this for me.” he croaked, his voice so full of pleading, she nodded, her eyes downcast.

“Someone is coming,” he grabbed her hand, eyes imploring, “Please.”

Lifting his hand to hold the bandage in place, Vivienne stood, pulling her scarf to cover her face, leaning down to place a kiss on his brow.

“I’ll get rid of them.”

Shoulders slumped, she wearily walked to the door, turning to look at him, gracing him with a defeated smile.

Harry sat there, body shaking at the scene before him, the one thought screaming in his head above all others.

Severus is alive!

Pulling himself from the memory, he flung his arms around Vivienne, tears falling down his face. Vivienne smiled at him and gave him a weary smile.

“It’s him!” Harry shouted, Hermione watching with confused eyes, “Its been over two years!.. Why didn’t he come to me?”

Vivienne’s eyes were sad as she pulled Harry to sit with her, “He did what he thought was best.”

“Best for who?” Harry could feel the anger building inside, the wasted years, now all of it was falling from his reach again, “Best for him!”

He stormed upstairs, ignoring her cries for him to listen, slamming and sealing the door. Frantically, banging on the door, Vivienne shouting for him to speak to her. Tears in his eyes, torn between wanting to hear her words and heart broken at the decision being taken from him years ago.

We could have been together

Why did he hide from me?

Flickering his wand to silence the noise from outside , he wiped his eyes and lay on the bed. Looking at the bedside table noticing the bottle of dreamless sleep, reaching for it with blurry eyes, Harry took a mouthful. The need for sleep and silence calling him as the potion took affect, the world falling away as he fell into a fitful slumber.

Darkness, Harry opened his eyes, panicking as he realized he couldn’t see. Reaching up with trembling hand to feel for any injuries, surprised when he felt fabric covering them.

A blindfold!

“Leave it.” a deep voice ordered, Harry’s heart skipped at beat at the familiar tone. Dropping his hand immediately, fingers twitching in his lap, eager to please his master.

“Good boy.” warm fingers caressing his cheek, Harry sighed with happiness. Pushing aside the thought of it being a dream, determined to immerse himself in the fantasy.

Strong hands grasped him by the forearms pulling up from his sitting position, the masculine scent of Severus filling his lungs as he gasped at the rough grip. Stubble rubbing his face as hot breath drifted over his lips. Harry opened his mouth, rewarded with an agile tongue thrusting inside, the kiss hard and brutal. Harry moaning at the sharp nips to his bottom lip that drew blood, the coppery taste teasing his taste buds. Severus moaning his appreciation at the taste, his tongue lapping at the spill that ran down Harry’s chin.

Harry bit his tongue as he was thrown backward, body tensing for impact, the mattress soft as he landed. A laugh filling the room, Harry frowned, his pouting lips kissed softly as an apology.

“Sorry, my naughty Harry.” Harry couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face at the words.

Gentle kisses travelled down his neck, the tender gesture contrasted by sharp nips that followed, hot tongue soothing the worried skin. Heart racing at the enhanced sensation, the blindfold increasing the sensitivity of his other senses. The smell of arousal in his nostrils, the warmth of Severus’ body covering his, the thud of his heart loud in his ears. His cock straining, the drips of pre come falling onto his naked abdomen, leather rubbing against his heated skin making him whimper.

A rough warm hand wrapped around his shaft, Harry bucking up, the fingers stroking, pulling the foreskin back from the weeping tip. Taking a deep breath, Harry tried to steady his rapid heart. A wet lap across the head, stopped his breath completely, body frozen. Disappointed when the sensation did not occur again, Harry began to think he had imagined it, his shout of lust loud in the room as the sensation happened again. This time, the questing tongue twirled around the head, dipping into the slit, suction following it as if the mouth was eager to taste the fluid straight from the source.

The cool air on his hot cock as the tongue pulled away, Harry whimpered with need, a slow chuckle mouthed against the underside of his shaft, teasing kisses placed on the throbbing vein that ran along the length. The teasing driving Harry to the brink of despair, thrusting up desperate for friction on his rigid prick. Murmured words against the velvet skin, deft licks following the path of Severus’ lips. Nimble fingers tracing lower, Harry groaning at the feel of sure strokes behind his balls, the pressure stimulating his prostate from the outside. Little coloured explosions in front of his bound eyes, his cock twitching, pre-come spitting and running down the shaft. Hums of pleasure as Severus licked up the spillage, his warm mouth engulfing the head of Harry’s cock. Warm saliva dripped over the shaft as he sucked, Harry unable to keep still thrust up, a nip to his foreskin made him shout out.

“Fuck.. Yes!”

“Mmmm you like the pain?” the breath from the words ghosting over the wet tip of Harry’s length. Harry silent for a moment as he thought about the question, did he like the pain?, not all the time but there was something about how good the pleasure felt after it, the heightened arousal at the unknown.

“Sometimes,” Harry swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, “I know you’ll make the pain become pleasure.” The room was silent for a moment, Harry’s heart began to sink, thinking he had somehow said the wrong thing.

“You trust me?” the awe in his voice reminding Harry of the meeting Severus had with Vivienne at Godric’s Hollow. The tone in Severus’ voice belied that he didn’t quite believe or understand how anyone could. Gently, Harry reached down the run his fingers through silky hair, the strands flowing through his fingertips, Severus let out a sigh of contentment.

“I trust you with my life.” Harry’s words seeming to be so loud in the room, Severus suddenly blanketing his body. Harry revelled in the weight and warmth of the man over him, soft lips devouring him in a passionate but tender kiss.

They lay in each others arms, Harry feeling the tranquillity of the mood. The kiss unhurried, tongues doing a slow dance around each other, lapping and sucking. Harry ran his hands down Severus back, the blindfold making the sensation of his fingertips sliding over skin and muscle heightened, he could almost feel the blood pumping under the smooth skin. The leather soft and supple as he caressed Severus’ backside through the material, a hard cock pushed into his stomach. The tranquil mood disappearing as the heat began to build between the two. Harry squeezed his arse and pulled him flush against his naked body, the leather brushing along his cock, the drag of the material almost stroking him. Strong fingers reached down to wrap around him, pumping back and forth. Harry moaning into Severus’ mouth as he stroked him hard and fast.

“Stop.. I’ll come.” Harry croaked out as he pulled away to take a breath.

“Then come,” Harry thought he could hear the smile in his voice as Severus whispered sensually in his ear, “And then come again when I’m inside you.” The words making Harry’s brain shut down, his heart raced faster, a long firm stroke followed by a lust filled kiss pushed him over the edge. Screaming into Severus’ mouth, who moaned as he swallowed Harry’s shout of gratification. The feel of hot ribbons of come splashing over himself and knowing it was coating Severus’ hand made Harry’s balls tightened further, the orgasm taking his breath away.

Stars firing behind his eyelids, his heart nearly exploding from his chest, Harry was stunned with how good it always was with him.

Like we’re meant to be together

Come covered fingers traced Harry’s bottom lip, his tongue automatically peeping out to lick at the essence. The sound of Severus taking a huge breath showing Harry that he was excited at the sight, he doubled his efforts, tongue sticking out and lapping at the coated digits. The taste of himself filling his mouth, smiling as Severus tongue slid inside to share the treat.

“mmm I love you.” Harry mumbled into Severus’ mouth. The tongue withdrew abruptly, Severus’ body pulling away and moving from Harry. The cool of the room chilling Harry to the bone, the mood changed.

“Severus?” his voice seemed so lost, he cleared his throat and asked again, “Severus.. Please come back.” the silence answered, tentatively Harry removed the blindfold. Tears filling his eyes as he took in the now empty room.

“Harry?” Vivienne’s soft voice penetrated the edges of the dream, Harry opened his tear filled eyes to look into sad blue ones.

“He left me.” Harry sobbed and threw himself into her waiting arms, gentle fingers soothed his brow. “Why?” Harry now not just referring to the dream, Vivienne sighed.

“I can’t answer that.. He had his reasons,” she stroked his cheek, trying to smile, “He didn’t want you to waste your life.”

Harry looked up at her, he wiped his eyes. “My life is wasted without him.” Harry knew that it was true, that he had been drifting in his life, always looking for something to make him feel truly alive. Jaw set with determination, he sat up and gave her a unwavering smile.

“Show me the rest of the memories,” he kissed her on the cheek, she looked at him with bewilderment, “Then help me get him back.”

Blue eyes lit up at his words, nodding her head she pulled the bowl from the bedside table. The swirling contents already there for him, he quirked an eyebrow at her, she gave him a beaming smile.

“I knew you wouldn’t give up.” she patted him affectionately on the shoulder.

Harry took a breath, resolute in his decision, he plunged into the next memory.

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