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Altered Minds COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31795 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is the revised first chapter.. hope you enjoy.

Warnings..m/m at the moment will eventually become m/m/m

Breath and blood play. Death.. sorry, don't moan at me.. Tom Riddle is an evil bastard! ;)

Warmth, the heat invading Harry’s relaxed mind, the dream he was experiencing began to fade away. He tried to hold on to the happy feeling, his mind readying itself to wake, the tranquil slumber falling away.

Warm hands touched his skin, Harry let out a contented sigh. His body relaxing, muscles stretching and the tenseness melting from his tired body. Mind abruptly engaging at the unfamiliar scent that filled his nostrils, body struggling to catch up with his awakened brain.

Ginny doesn’t smell like this

A spicy masculine fragrance wafting over him, his heart racing as an agile tongue licked along his jugular. His breath caught in his throat, his cock appearing to enjoy the attention, perked up firming and filling. His skin hypersensitive as sure and steady fingers traced along the underside of his shaft, the vein throbbing with the attention bestowed upon it. His hips involuntarily bucked up at the feeling of sudden warm breath on the tip, brain wide awake.

Ginny never goes down on me, she doesn’t like it

Harry willed his body to fully awaken, a scream stuck inside his sleeping body as a hot mouth engulfed the head of his length. Wet, constantly moving and swirling around him, tongue dipping into the slit, pushing inside him. Harry wanted to scream but had no voice, he could hear someone murmuring in a low tone, a male voice filled with excitement.

“Mmm that’s its, swallow me down,” Harry felt his hips thrust forward, the sensation of someone gagging around the head of his shaft, the muscle contracting felt amazing, “Fuck, yes, more.”

The man’s voice echoing his sentiment, Harry’s body slowly returned to itself, the sleep induced haze wearing off. Stunned, a scream lodged in his throat as he opened his eyes to view a male stranger between his legs, his thick cock down their throat. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, Harry panicked and tried to push the man away. His arms and hands not responding to his command, heart hammering.

I can’t move I’m paralysed!

Fascinated, he watched his hand reach up and instead of pushing the man away. He wrapped his fingers tightly in the mans’ hair, tugging his head down, pushing up and choking him. Harry whimpering at the feeling of the saliva spilling from the man and dripping down his length, realization dawning that his hand looked different. He followed his gaze, taking in the rest of his body.

What’s happening?

This is not my body!

The blond haired man pulled off with a slick pop, eyes watering as he looked at Harry, a lust filled smile on his face. Blue eyes regarded him, Harry noticed that while he had never looked at a man that way he had to admit that this man was attractive. Young, probably about his age, about nineteen maybe a bit younger. From what he could see as Harry’s vision was limited due to not being able to move, the man was lithe and toned. A strong hand wrapped around his cock, the strokes back and forth, slow and firm. The drips of pre-come spilling freely from his excited slit, a rivulet running down his engorged cock, the blond stranger chasing the spill with a eager tongue.

Oh fuck

The pleasure spiking, his moans trapped inside his head, the breathy moans of the body he was trapped in were also loud and lusty. The combined sensation of his and someone else’s pleasure making it hard for Harry to even think let alone analyse what was happening.

I must be dreaming.. Fuck I’ve never had a dream this good!

Shit, I should care it’s a man.. Merlin, I don’t care!

The blond moved to straddle Harry or whoever he was, his cock twitched at the idea of being inside the tight heat. His body talking, his voice deep, almost familiar to him, the thought forgotten as the words filtered into Harry’s foggy brain.

“Slide yourself on to my cock, I want to be deep in you!” the slow slide into the tight moist heat pushing Harry closer to the edge. A twitching band of muscle clenching the base of his cock tightly, his balls ached for release. The effort of the person he was inside not to come adding to the need to climax. He could hear the panting breaths of the man he was trapped inside, hips moving up, the tunnel warm and grasping his cock. Harry moaned, wishing he could thrust up hard and bury himself deep inside the clenching channel.

“Harry?” a disembodied voice whispered, trying to ignore Harry concentrated on the slow rocking of the man on top, his cock sliding out and in as the blond lifted then dropped into his lap. The sound of skin on skin filling Harry’s head, hips bucking up and burying his cock deeper inside, the rhythmic clenching forcing Harry’s balls to tighten, his release imminent. The breathy gasp spilling from the bucking blonds’ mouth spurring Harry on, cock twitching violently.

“Fuck me!” his alter ego shouted, hips lifting up high, the scream of pleasure echoing from the blond. Hands that did not belong to Harry reached up to pull the man down into a heated kiss, Harry revelling in feeling of the eager mouth as their tongues clashed almost furiously. Dangerous close to the edge, Harry could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching.

His body began shaking, the voice becoming louder.

“Harry!”

The room coming back to him, the feel of his bed beneath him, lifting his hand and shocked that he could move it, Harry opened his eyes. Ginny looked down at him with concern, her warm body pressed against his just as it had been when they’d gone to bed.

“Harry, are you ok?” she stroked his cheek, Harry, instead of finding it comforting suddenly found it annoying, “You were whimpering.”

“I’m fine.” he lied, telling her to go back to sleep and got up to get some water. Looking down at himself with surprise to see his cock straining against the inside of his pyjama bottoms. Tempted for a moment to turn and share the good news with Ginny, then changing his mind. The walk to the bathroom giving him time to think, it had been three weeks since the final battle, three weeks since he had destroyed Voldemort but also three weeks since he had been able to get an erection. At first they had both assumed it was tiredness from everything that happened, they even laughed it off. The laughing soon stopped when they tried again and with the same results, Harry knew that the next thing she would suggest would be St Mungo’s. He could hear the words that she would say.

It must be medical, Harry.. Lets just let the doctor check.

Looking down now at the still rigid length twitching to be set free, he began to think that it wasn’t medical. Shutting the bathroom door behind him, the remnants of the dream surfacing as he freed his dripping cock. Biting his lip to suppress a moan, part of him shocked and sickened that the memory of the sensation of being inside the strange blond was already pushing him to the edge. The remembered experience of the fluttering muscle gripping his cock made Harry whimper. Fingers trembling with need as he firmly grasped himself, two strokes and he erupted, gasping as he spilled vast amounts of hot, ropey come. Splashing the floor beneath his feet and coating his hand. Staggering back to lean against the cool wall, heart pounding and mouth dry at the intensity. A smile on his face as he banished the mess from the floor, walking over to the sink to wash his hands and face. The water refreshing on his heated skin, looking up to stare at his reflection, his scream echoing in the silent bathroom. The sound of feet running to the room alerting him to Ginny’s presence, she pushed open the door, her face stunned at the vision of Harry sitting on the floor, pale and shaking.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” she knelt down beside him, he pointed at the mirror, stunned to see that his hand was shaking. With a look of confusion she looked at the mirror, eyes bewildered as she turned back to him.

“What?”

“Reflection,” his voice strained with emotion, he cleared his throat, “It wasn’t mine!”

Shaking her head, she patted his arm and reached out her hand, encouraging him to get up. Reluctantly, Harry stood on unsteady legs, gaze lowered, her fingers cool and gentle on his chin, lifting his eyes to view the mirror. Tired eyes stared back, Harry noticed how pale he looked, the dark circles under his eyes standing out vividly in the harsh light. His green eyes drawn to the concerned face of Ginny behind him, worrying her lip with her teeth, nervously. He gave her a shaky smile and shook his head, trying to laugh it off.

“Must have been half asleep,” he kissed her on the cheek, she sighed, “Go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.” assurance in his tone that everything was fine, she smiled but Harry noted it did not meet her eyes.

Leaving him staring at his reflection, a shiver travelling down his spine, sure of what he had seen. Bile rising in his throat, his eyes feverish and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to stop the tremors in his body. Heart and mind raging against each other but knowing he hadn’t been half asleep, staring back at him had been the reflection of Tom Riddle.

Stumbling back to the bed, Ginny’s warm body pressing against his offering no comfort, Harry lay staring at then ceiling and fought to stay awake, frightened to dream.

“So what was that about, last night?” Ginny asked conversationally the next morning, Harry staring into his breakfast, eyes feeling gritty and his patience already thin from lack of sleep.

“Nothing, bad dream.” his voice gruff , he almost winced at his tone. Ginny frowned and went to speak, taking in his moody features decided to let the matter lie. Harry more than aware it would be brought up again at another time.

Can’t she just leave me the fuck alone!

Harry gasped out loud, his thought venomous and filled with an anger he did not feel, Ginny looked at him, plastering a fake smile on his face.

“Bit of cramp.” he offered, reaching down to make a show of rubbing his leg, her eyes narrowed telling him that she hadn’t believed him. The floo flaring to life a welcomed diversion, Harry got up and walked into the sitting room as Ginny spoke to Hermione. Falling on to the comfy armchair with a yawn, Harry leaned back, his head resting against the soft cushion and without realizing it, he fell asleep.

The smell of copper filled his nostrils, metallic like an old coin. He opened his eyes, horrified and whimpering at the sight that greeted him. The blond from the dream was lying on the bed, manacles holding his arms and legs in place. Long lines of blood decorated the trembling man, Harry eyes drawn to the various nicks and cuts that adorned his bloodied body. Looking down at his hand, which he noted yet again were not his own, eyes wide at the knife in his hand. A lone voice shaking with desire spoke in the room, the blond nodding eagerly at the words.

“Mmm do you want more, you like the blade sliding into your skin?” the voice paused for a moment, the blonds’ hips bucking up, his cock bound in a leather cuff, black straps wrapped around it, the head a vibrant shade of purple, “Shall I fuck you as you bleed?” Blue eyes begged, the bound man’s voice trembling with arousal.

“YES!”

Harry approached the man, willing himself to wake up but his body would not respond. Looking down at his erect cock, kicking the man’s legs apart and placing himself between them. His gasps joining the man’s body he was sharing as they slid into the tight wet heat of the blond beneath them. Fluttering muscles dancing across his cock, against his will Harry became hard, unable to resist the sensations, the taste and smells of the man writhing on the bed. Harry watched with fascination as his hand flicked to knife, slicing the man’s chest, blood so red in colour pooling and flowing from the cut. The blond arched his back, Harry’s cock sliding deeper, a strange bump rubbed across his shaft, the effect on the blond was immediate. His screams loud and piercing, Harry thought that he had hit something inside the man, his body repeated the move deliberately aiming for the bump, the man writhed in ecstasy.

“Please, please cut me, fuck me!” the blue eyes fixed on him, Harry found his hips snapping back and forth faster. Harry struggled to get his breath, lungs straining with effort. His balls tight and high, the channel grasping tighter as the man moaned louder, blood covering the sheets below him, the wetness coating Harry’s body. His heart beating erratically, his brain telling him to be disgusted but his cock telling him to come. His alter egos hand came up to grab the man’s throat, Harry could feel his Adam’s apple moving under his fingers, a strange gurgling spilling from the blonds’ mouth. Pressure building, the fingers tightening more, the thrusts powerful and without mercy, the bed shaking with the force of them.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore, the body he was trapped in felt the same, joints shouts of pleasure as they emptied themselves inside the choking man, the convulsions travelling through the blonds’ body, the tremors causing the man to tighten around Harry’s pulsing cock. The force of the orgasm was mind blowing Harry felt light headed and dreamy, his brain shutting down momentarily.

Silence, the room deathly quiet, Harry’s mind came back to itself. A scream stuck in his head, still buried inside the cooling blond. Lips tinged blue, eyes staring sightlessly into nothing.

Harry shot from the chair, his scream loud and long. On all fours trying to catch his breath, Ginny raced into the room, Harry lifted his watering eyes to her and vomited on the floor.
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