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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
13,725
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
captured by a traitor?
“The turncoat who wasn’t a traitor”
“Mwahahahahaha!” Maniacal laughter met the keen lycanthrope’s ears as the cell door clanged shut.
‘Shit,’ thought Remus, as the burning in his veins intensified. Beads of sweat began to form on the upper lip of the sandy brunette as the aphrodisiac he’d been given tightened its hold.
Earlier that day:
“Bring in the prisoner!” A calm, cool voice demanded. An explosion of excited whispers filled the air as the “defendant” was led to the middle of the room.
“Kill him!!”
“String him up!”
“Give him to the Dementors milord!”
These were just a few of the things shouted by an outraged crowd of Voldemort’s most faithful followers. Harry Potter, the defendant, could do nothing but look on in defeat. He was bound by the constrictus spell and they had broken his wand.
“Harry Potter you’ve been charged with numerous counts of defying the dark lord. Also let us not forget the imprisonment of one Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. How do you plead?” The smooth calculating voice of Lucius Malfoy asked.
Summoning what was left of his courage, Harry answered, “The only bloody thing I am guilty of, is kicking your sorry ass each time you have tried to kill me.” A sharp stinging slap landed upon Harry’s right cheek in response to this.
Gray eyes narrowed and Lucius drew himself upright so as to make his six foot one inch tall frame as intimidating as possible. Now anyone who knew Lucius Malfoy knew that he was barely restraining his anger as he spoke through clenched teeth, “I think we shall add contempt of court to the list of charges as well.” There was an outburst of applause and cheers at this statement.
“SILENCE!!” came a cold voice form the judges bench. “Mister Potter you have one chance to save yourself from an agonizing death.” Prosecutor Malfoy and the others in the courtroom looked quizzically at the judge but none were foolish enough to interrupt. Locking eyes with Harry, the ersatz judge went on, “You have one chance to gain my mercy so consider carefully,” Voldemort warned.
“That one opportunity rests on weather or not you willingly tell me what Dumbledore is planning to do now that the Minister of Magic has been removed from office. If you tell me this and join my cause I may let you live to become Malfoys’ catamite.”
Harry’s face grew hotter and hotter as each word of the dark lords’ proposition reached his ears. Matching Voldemort’s stare he answered, “As tempting as that offer is Tom.” Harry emphasized the Dark Lord’s muggle name before continuing, “Lucius could not handle me as a lover so I am afraid I must decline.
“Is that so Mister Potter? Well I shall just sentence you now then.” Gazing around the crowded courtroom, Harry realized he had no way out of this. He had deliberately lost Remus a ways back.
Oh well at least you are safe and can lead the order cells to this area before it’s too late…
“Harold James Potter, you are hereby sentenced to be a concubine to anyone or anything that I deem you worthy of. Secondly I will tell you this, the longer you’re compliant the longer you’ll live.”
Harry smirked. “Well then Tom, you may as well kill me now because I will never be compliant to anything you want,” the Gryffindor stated defiantly.
“Oh but I think you may just want to follow Milord’s instructions Potter,” Malfoy stated with a mad gleam in his eyes that Harry knew meant trouble. The seeker did not have to wait long to discover what the blonde meant.
“Bring in the second prisoner!” The elder Malfoy shouted to guards standing by a door hidden in the shadows of the courtroom. Bracing himself, Harry didn’t let his uncertainty and fear show as he raised his eyes to the sound of a creaking door. However as he spotted the man dragged forward, Harry stood frozen. There in the rear of the room stood a battered and bloody Remus Lupin.
The unknown death eaters within the courtroom began to hiss and boo the werewolf, as cries of “mud blood loving traitor” rang in Harry’s ears. Remus Lupin was half kicked half dragged to the front of the room to stand beside Harry.
“I’m sorry, Harry, I followed your scent.” The lycanthrope hung his head in shame. Only after he was captured had he thought about going for help. Why do I only think after I act when it concerns you Harry? Oh, knock it of R.J. Now is not the time to berate yourself for something you can’t change. You have to think of a way out of this bloody mess we’re in…
“Well, well, well. I believe we have found a chink in the Gryffindor’s suit of armor,” Voldemort sneered. “Crabbe, Goyle bring in the potion,” The dark lord ordered.
“There is no need Milord. I have it here already and give it to you, as a means of revenge.” For the second time in as many hours Harry paled. There was no mistaking that voice.
“Drink up Remus.” At the werewolf’s show of resistance, Potions Master and Spy, Severus Snape pulled out a syringe. Swiftly he filled it with a glowing the ruby colored potion and then smoothly pushed the needle into the Marauder’s shoulder.
Remus instantly jerked away from his childhood nemesis. “What have you done, Snape?” Lupin exclaimed, an unmistakable look of betrayal etched on his face.
Severus smirked, “Oh, I know you want to call me a traitor Wolf, but the truth is I never left the Dark Lord’s side. Thereby I can’t really be a turncoat now can I?”
There was a sudden commotion in the courtroom as Harry broke free of his shock and managed to shake off the containment spell to deliver a beautiful right hook to Severus’ left jaw. Severus, who had been expecting something like this from the 17 year old wizard and so was only forced to take a few steps backwards in order to balance himself. That was a Very good hit Potter. How long I wonder, can you keep the fight in you alive? Hmmm, what would it be like to have you covet my touch the way you do Remus’?
“You bastard! I can’t believe Dumbledore ever trusted the likes of you!” The angry Gryffindor then proceeded to spit in his former professor’s face. Snape’s betrayal hit Harry all the more because he had slowly come to respect the pale faced professor.
Sheer anger held Severus frozen for a moment. Then he recovered himself and long slender fingers wrapped around Harry’s upper arm in a biting grip that caused the seeker to cry out in pain. Dragging the boy away from his surrogate godfathers’ side, Severus ground out in Harry’s ear, “the potion I’ve just given your wolf father contains a poison. If you do as I say I might give him the antidote.” Once he is finished with his threat, Severus Snape turns and faces his master.
Point of View
Severus’ POV:
I drop to one knee and bow to Voldemort. My lord places his hand before my lips and even though I hate the role of the submissive, I will play it to attain what I want. There is a reason I am the Head of Slytherin House. I kiss the cold boney hand before me. “Milord if I may I beseech you, let me have the Potter boy first. After all, was it not I who disclosed his and the wolf’s location?” I ask and he seems to be thinking it over…
End POV
“Very well Snape I shall let you be the one to break the boy,” Voldemort glared at the Gryffindor, “since you seem to be the only thing he fears. I am counting on you to shatter that damnable spirit of his.”
Severus’ POV:
“Yes, Milord. I shall not fail you in this task. Thank you for this honor.” I gush my gratitude, fully aware of the consequences should I fail in this task. Nonetheless, I relish the challenge. I will soon partake of the forbidden fruit that has tempted me for three years now. I cannot believe my good fortune! I return to where I left the boy. Sometime between then and now, he has stopped fighting his fate. He has fallen to his knees and weeps silently. Oh how angelic he looks. I make a silent vow then that I will not let this Potter turn me away.
End POV:
Remus Lupin watched on in pure anger as Harry is dragged away to his doom. It was then that the drugs in Remus’ system took hold and thus began the first step in Tom Riddle’s evil plan.
To be continued
I. Authors notes: things in italics express thoughts of a character. Please read and review. Feedback is the writer’s fuel.
II. This is the beta corrected version of the story. I hope that you enjoy it…
III. I would just like to take this opportunity to thank this story’s wonderful beta Claudia!!! You did great thanks so much.
“Mwahahahahaha!” Maniacal laughter met the keen lycanthrope’s ears as the cell door clanged shut.
‘Shit,’ thought Remus, as the burning in his veins intensified. Beads of sweat began to form on the upper lip of the sandy brunette as the aphrodisiac he’d been given tightened its hold.
Earlier that day:
“Bring in the prisoner!” A calm, cool voice demanded. An explosion of excited whispers filled the air as the “defendant” was led to the middle of the room.
“Kill him!!”
“String him up!”
“Give him to the Dementors milord!”
These were just a few of the things shouted by an outraged crowd of Voldemort’s most faithful followers. Harry Potter, the defendant, could do nothing but look on in defeat. He was bound by the constrictus spell and they had broken his wand.
“Harry Potter you’ve been charged with numerous counts of defying the dark lord. Also let us not forget the imprisonment of one Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. How do you plead?” The smooth calculating voice of Lucius Malfoy asked.
Summoning what was left of his courage, Harry answered, “The only bloody thing I am guilty of, is kicking your sorry ass each time you have tried to kill me.” A sharp stinging slap landed upon Harry’s right cheek in response to this.
Gray eyes narrowed and Lucius drew himself upright so as to make his six foot one inch tall frame as intimidating as possible. Now anyone who knew Lucius Malfoy knew that he was barely restraining his anger as he spoke through clenched teeth, “I think we shall add contempt of court to the list of charges as well.” There was an outburst of applause and cheers at this statement.
“SILENCE!!” came a cold voice form the judges bench. “Mister Potter you have one chance to save yourself from an agonizing death.” Prosecutor Malfoy and the others in the courtroom looked quizzically at the judge but none were foolish enough to interrupt. Locking eyes with Harry, the ersatz judge went on, “You have one chance to gain my mercy so consider carefully,” Voldemort warned.
“That one opportunity rests on weather or not you willingly tell me what Dumbledore is planning to do now that the Minister of Magic has been removed from office. If you tell me this and join my cause I may let you live to become Malfoys’ catamite.”
Harry’s face grew hotter and hotter as each word of the dark lords’ proposition reached his ears. Matching Voldemort’s stare he answered, “As tempting as that offer is Tom.” Harry emphasized the Dark Lord’s muggle name before continuing, “Lucius could not handle me as a lover so I am afraid I must decline.
“Is that so Mister Potter? Well I shall just sentence you now then.” Gazing around the crowded courtroom, Harry realized he had no way out of this. He had deliberately lost Remus a ways back.
Oh well at least you are safe and can lead the order cells to this area before it’s too late…
“Harold James Potter, you are hereby sentenced to be a concubine to anyone or anything that I deem you worthy of. Secondly I will tell you this, the longer you’re compliant the longer you’ll live.”
Harry smirked. “Well then Tom, you may as well kill me now because I will never be compliant to anything you want,” the Gryffindor stated defiantly.
“Oh but I think you may just want to follow Milord’s instructions Potter,” Malfoy stated with a mad gleam in his eyes that Harry knew meant trouble. The seeker did not have to wait long to discover what the blonde meant.
“Bring in the second prisoner!” The elder Malfoy shouted to guards standing by a door hidden in the shadows of the courtroom. Bracing himself, Harry didn’t let his uncertainty and fear show as he raised his eyes to the sound of a creaking door. However as he spotted the man dragged forward, Harry stood frozen. There in the rear of the room stood a battered and bloody Remus Lupin.
The unknown death eaters within the courtroom began to hiss and boo the werewolf, as cries of “mud blood loving traitor” rang in Harry’s ears. Remus Lupin was half kicked half dragged to the front of the room to stand beside Harry.
“I’m sorry, Harry, I followed your scent.” The lycanthrope hung his head in shame. Only after he was captured had he thought about going for help. Why do I only think after I act when it concerns you Harry? Oh, knock it of R.J. Now is not the time to berate yourself for something you can’t change. You have to think of a way out of this bloody mess we’re in…
“Well, well, well. I believe we have found a chink in the Gryffindor’s suit of armor,” Voldemort sneered. “Crabbe, Goyle bring in the potion,” The dark lord ordered.
“There is no need Milord. I have it here already and give it to you, as a means of revenge.” For the second time in as many hours Harry paled. There was no mistaking that voice.
“Drink up Remus.” At the werewolf’s show of resistance, Potions Master and Spy, Severus Snape pulled out a syringe. Swiftly he filled it with a glowing the ruby colored potion and then smoothly pushed the needle into the Marauder’s shoulder.
Remus instantly jerked away from his childhood nemesis. “What have you done, Snape?” Lupin exclaimed, an unmistakable look of betrayal etched on his face.
Severus smirked, “Oh, I know you want to call me a traitor Wolf, but the truth is I never left the Dark Lord’s side. Thereby I can’t really be a turncoat now can I?”
There was a sudden commotion in the courtroom as Harry broke free of his shock and managed to shake off the containment spell to deliver a beautiful right hook to Severus’ left jaw. Severus, who had been expecting something like this from the 17 year old wizard and so was only forced to take a few steps backwards in order to balance himself. That was a Very good hit Potter. How long I wonder, can you keep the fight in you alive? Hmmm, what would it be like to have you covet my touch the way you do Remus’?
“You bastard! I can’t believe Dumbledore ever trusted the likes of you!” The angry Gryffindor then proceeded to spit in his former professor’s face. Snape’s betrayal hit Harry all the more because he had slowly come to respect the pale faced professor.
Sheer anger held Severus frozen for a moment. Then he recovered himself and long slender fingers wrapped around Harry’s upper arm in a biting grip that caused the seeker to cry out in pain. Dragging the boy away from his surrogate godfathers’ side, Severus ground out in Harry’s ear, “the potion I’ve just given your wolf father contains a poison. If you do as I say I might give him the antidote.” Once he is finished with his threat, Severus Snape turns and faces his master.
Point of View
Severus’ POV:
I drop to one knee and bow to Voldemort. My lord places his hand before my lips and even though I hate the role of the submissive, I will play it to attain what I want. There is a reason I am the Head of Slytherin House. I kiss the cold boney hand before me. “Milord if I may I beseech you, let me have the Potter boy first. After all, was it not I who disclosed his and the wolf’s location?” I ask and he seems to be thinking it over…
End POV
“Very well Snape I shall let you be the one to break the boy,” Voldemort glared at the Gryffindor, “since you seem to be the only thing he fears. I am counting on you to shatter that damnable spirit of his.”
Severus’ POV:
“Yes, Milord. I shall not fail you in this task. Thank you for this honor.” I gush my gratitude, fully aware of the consequences should I fail in this task. Nonetheless, I relish the challenge. I will soon partake of the forbidden fruit that has tempted me for three years now. I cannot believe my good fortune! I return to where I left the boy. Sometime between then and now, he has stopped fighting his fate. He has fallen to his knees and weeps silently. Oh how angelic he looks. I make a silent vow then that I will not let this Potter turn me away.
End POV:
Remus Lupin watched on in pure anger as Harry is dragged away to his doom. It was then that the drugs in Remus’ system took hold and thus began the first step in Tom Riddle’s evil plan.
To be continued
I. Authors notes: things in italics express thoughts of a character. Please read and review. Feedback is the writer’s fuel.
II. This is the beta corrected version of the story. I hope that you enjoy it…
III. I would just like to take this opportunity to thank this story’s wonderful beta Claudia!!! You did great thanks so much.