Guilty as Sin

23/10/05 Disclaimer - You\'ve heard it all before so here it goes again, I don\'t profess to own any of the characters or plot co incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. All dirt, sex and other profanity is made from the sick genius of my own and while I use for my own and others amusements the character of JKR\'s stories, I do neither profit monetarily or legally from anything contained within these pages. All relative warnings related to this story are clearly indicated and should you be reading this story and take offence I accept no responsibility having warned you thoroughly before undertaking the project. If you sue, you won\'t make a dime so don\'t bother. RIFFRAFF.

A/N Alright I thought I\'d throw this one in now that it\'s nearly complete. It\'s taken a while to get it flowing but I believe it makes for an interesting but rather dark read. Please if you don\'t like the idea of blood play don\'t read it, further more if you can\'t handle a Harry with an attitude problem and a Snape with no mercy then also don\'t read. This story contains graphic violence, MPREG, and some rather squeamish bits that made even my skin crawl a little so if you\'re not into any of that I suggest you go and read some other fluffy bunny stories. Apart from that I hope you enjoy reading this and please tell me what you think in the reviews.

Cheers RIFFRAFF


Guilty as Sin


CHAPTER 1

A skinny boy, with green eyes framed with glasses and a mop of unruly brown hair sat quietly slumped outside in the torch lit corridor. Out of habit he played idly with the threadbare sleeves of his second hand jumper, its size even after years of hot washes was still too large for him and it buried his small frame. It made him look far more vulnerable than what he was. His jeans were ripped in several places exposing his grazed knees and his nettle stung ankles and thighs. Bramble twigs stuck out of the fabric weave of his clothes, and grass stains covered every inch not torn or shredded. Sniffling a little the boy wiped idly at his nose as the thin trail of blood trickled down it and over his swollen split lip. From behind the cracked lenses of his glasses he caught the reflection of his face in the marble statue opposite him, and cautiously reached up to prod at the puffy black eye that had almost swollen shut preventing him from seeing anything beyond a blur.

He was a mess.

From beneath the large wooden door beside him he could hear the arguments, the accusations and the shouting of his elders, the cause of their agitation sitting on the stone floor outside. He’d given up listening to them though after the first hour, their words now merely a drone in his mind as he closed his eyes.

He knew what he’d done was forbidden, but he’d done it anyway. They could argue all they liked about his motives, because in truth he’d done it just because he knew he could. It hadn’t really occurred to him what the consequences of his actions would be, but now as he sat in silent waiting he thought perhaps he should have spared them a moment’s contemplation before acting. It was too late now though, the deed already done.

Idly he pushed his wand back and forth across the flat stone floor beside him, watching as it rolled unevenly on the well-worn stone. It occurred to him briefly that millennia of students must have sat in this very position, waiting inevitably for the punishment they knew was imminent. He doubted that any of them had been in as much trouble as he was in now. After a moment of feeling miserably sorry for himself he went back to pushing his wand back and forth over the flat stone.

Surprisingly enough he never heard the conversation inside the office fall silent. The wooden door swung open and the light from inside the office illuminated the hall. He squinted a little with what vision he had left, up at the Wizard now standing over him.

“You may come inside now Harry.” Obediently he stood up not even bothering to lift his head as he stalked past the old wizard and into the office. Beyond his swollen eye and his broken glasses he could see very little but he could make out the unmistakable shapes of most of the people in the room as he came to a halt just inside the door. Behind him the elder wizard closed the door and swept back across the office to sit down at his large oak desk. There was a moment’s awkward silence and Harry chose pointedly not to look up from where he was shuffling nervously on his feet. He could feel most of the rooms disapproving gaze focused on him, he had no need to look up to prove it. “We have at length come to a decision regarding this incident Harry but before we outline your punishment and the chosen course of action, we would like to hear from you.” Harry inclined his head slightly in surprise. His wand had technically already spoken for him when this incident had begun; its evidence far more concrete than anything Harry may have said in his own defense. Not that it mattered anyway, he was guilty and everyone in the room knew it. It was probably only out of courtesy that they were asking for his say in the matter. After all it was a forgone conclusion he was going to be punished for what he did, without making the matter worse by fumbling his way through a meaningless apology.

“Well Harry do you have anything to say at all for your actions?” The elder wizard looked sternly over his half moon glasses, waiting patiently for some kind of response from the accused boy. Slowly Harry shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, a little too coldly for some in the room, who grumbled their disapproval immediately at his gesture. Harry remained silent though and after a lengthy, uncomfortable silence the elder wizard sighed audibly and stood up from the desk he sat at. “Very well then Harry. It has been decided that you will for this coming school year be banned from all, extracurricular activities. Including all Hogsmeade Weekends, Quidditch, Dueling Club and festivities such as the Halloween Feast and the Yule Ball. You are not permitted to leave Hogwarts grounds at all and will spend your free evenings and weekends on detention with Professor Snape who has kindly agreed to supervise you.” Harry this time did look up, directly at the tall dark figure of his most hated professor in the entire school.

It did not come as a surprise at all to find Professor Severus Snape agreeing to supervise his detentions. Snape took delight in making Harry’s life utter hell, and having now permission to do so on a regular basis was just the ticket the potions master had been waiting for. Harry glared at Snape before directing his gaze back to the floor as the headmaster continued. “You will not be given any of your privileges back until you can prove to myself and Professor Snape that you have properly understood the consequences of your actions this evening.” Inwardly Harry sighed to himself. If it was up to Snape whether he’d learnt his lesson or not he’d never be given privileges again, and that was a depressing thought considering he still had two whole years left at Hogwarts. “Do you understand what is expected of you Harry?” Again the headmaster looked at Harry sternly over his half moon glasses.

Obediently Harry nodded; after all there was little else he could do. “Well then because of the nature of this incident you will spend what remains of your summer holidays here under Professor McGonagall’s care. Your Aunt and Uncle have understandably refused to allow you back into their home and so alternative arrangements will have to be made regarding next year’s summer holidays but we will inform you of that closer to the time. For now you will return to your dorm in Gryfindor tower, your punishments begin on the first day of term.” If there was one small amount of good news that came with his punishment it was the news that he would not be returning to Privet Drive. After all that was how this mess had gotten started, and if they hadn’t insisted he keep returning to his muggle relations every year this might not have happened at all. With that small won victory Harry turned to leave, sensing that he was being dismissed. Harry made it to the door before he heard the headmasters voice addressing him again. “I am extremely disappointed in you Mr. Potter, your behavior is deplorable. I did not expect this kind of thing from you.” Harry could hear the depth of disappointment in the old wizards tone of voice but Harry blocked it out.

He was sick to death with trying to live up to people’s expectations of him and he’d be damned if they tried to make him feel even remotely remorseful for what he’d done. The bastard had deserved it and Harry had given him just what he’d asked for. Without even a glance back at the headmaster Harry slipped out of the doorway and down the staircase heading slowly back towards Gryfindor tower.

On the way back up to his dorm Harry passed Peeves on the staircase. The insanely naughty poltergeist was setting up a water hazard on the third floor undoubtedly there to catch Professor Flitwick off guard. Normally Harry would have stopped and done something about it but this time Harry merely stepped over the deceptively shallow puddle and continued walking, all the while listening to Peeves cackling naughtily.

“Dumb Fucks.” Harry spoke calmly to the fat lady in the portrait leading into the Gryfindor common room. With a disapproving glare at the choice of password the portrait slowly opened and allowed Harry to step through. Without any prefects in the castle it had been left up to Harry to decide the password for the tower. It would only be in use until school returned next week but Harry would enjoy it while it lasted.

Being holidays the entire Gryfindor common room furniture had been covered with white dust jackets by the house elves. One odd armchair had been uncovered for his use in front of the fire though. Come next week the common room would be a hive of activity for most hours of the day and Harry was going to take the opportunity of having it to himself while he could. Bounding up the stairs to the sixth year boy’s dormitory Harry kicked off his shoes in the general direction of his bed, before flinging open his trunk and looking for some clean Pajama’s to wear for the evening.

Harry hardly had time to pack his things before Uncle Vernon had thrown him literally out of the front door of the house. Not that it mattered anyway; his Aunt had thrown most of his things down at him from the window of his bedroom afterwards anyway. It had taken him a little while to gather everything up from the front lawn but he’d managed it with very few losses. All his most precious things had been safely stowed away in his trunk, which had landed relatively lightly at his feet on the grass a few moments before Remus and the ministry officials had arrived to collect him.

Still though his trunk was a shambles and Harry sorted idly through his things until he came up with a clean pair of bottoms and a plain white singlet. Grabbing his sponge bag from the bedside drawer Harry made his way back downstairs and towards the boy’s bathroom just down the hall from the common room.

It was strange seeing the castle so quiet, the halls empty except for the odd ghost silently passing through or the quiet muttering of the paintings.

Entering the bathroom Harry dumped his things on the bench and wandered quietly over to the sinks, where he could inspect the damage to his body in the reflection of the mirror.

“Ugh, dear god you look awful.” Harry glared at his reflection that screwed its nose up in horror at the sad sorry picture Harry made.

“Shut up.” Harry spat nastily at his reflection as he began to peel away his shredded clothing, wincing a little as he pulled the odd thorn and bramble prick free of his skin. Eventually though he stood in just his plain white y-fronts, the extent of the beating his body had taken surprisingly not as bad as what he’d expected. Admittedly his black eye was the worst, the purple swelling having now completely closed up his eye. The second worst was the stinging nettle rash on his thighs and ankles, the swollen red rash just begging to be scratched but too sore to be touched. Swearing to himself Harry picked up his wand from where he’d rested it on the sink edge and flicked it in the direction of the sunken stone bath in the center of the room. The bath filled with an obnoxiously clinical and menthol smelling water. Sighing Harry slowly made his way over to the tub’s edge and having shucked off his underpants dropped down into the warm water. Harry hissed in pain as the water seeped into his cuts but eventually he settled on the ledge just below the surface of the water and began slowly washing his body.

The soap did very little but shift the dirt and blood from his body, leaving behind the purpling bruises, the red rashes and swollen bumps. It was while Harry was trying desperately to pull a big thorn from the palm of his hand that he heard the soft steady footsteps of someone entering the bathroom. Harry sighed to himself. ‘Was it just too much to ask to be left alone in this damn place, wasn’t there enough room in an entirely empty castle not to be disturbed for at least a few minutes.’ Determined to tell whoever it was to ‘fuck off’ Harry glanced over his shoulder. His angry retort fell silent on the tip of his tongue as he met the familiar figure of one ‘Professor Severus Snape’ standing in the doorway to the bathroom. ‘Ah, so they’d sent his parole officer to keep an eye on him that was hardly surprising.’ With a disdainful glare at his Professor Harry turned back to continue digging out the thorn in the palm of his hand, completely ignoring the wizards presence. After a moment of just the sounds of Harry splashing irritably about in the water of the bathtub, Snape spoke his voice just as icy cold as the bathroom was.

“If you continue to do that Potter you will push it deeper into the wound, and you should be having a cold bath if you want that rash to clear up.” Harry hissed in surprise as the water in the bath instantly turned icy cold. Standing up abruptly from the water, unashamed by his nakedness Harry spun around and glared at Snape. The professor stood perfectly calm his arms folded across his chest and his wand sitting satisfactorily in his left hand having performed the necessary water charm on Harry’s bath.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? It’s my bath I’ll have it like I want it. What do you care anyway?” Harry snapped nastily at Snape who merely raised a singular eyebrow at the outburst from the boy before running a cursory gaze over Potter’s wet body.

“Fine Potter have it like you wish.” With another flick of his wand Snape had turned the water almost to boiling point and Harry sprang like a gazelle from the too hot bath water to stand dripping and angry on the cold floor beside the bath.

“You know you’re a complete fucking jerk don’t you.” Harry spat tersely at his professor who this time took offence at the boy’s use of language.

“I would think you are in enough trouble already Mr. Potter without adding use of profanity inside school grounds to the list.” Harry merely shrugged his shoulders at Snape and moved over to where a fresh white towel was resting on the bench beside his pile of dirty clothes. Harry was very much aware that Snape stared at him the entire way across the bathroom. Harry had completely gone beyond caring what anyone thought or saw of him anymore. Having Snape stare at him while he was naked was no different from having Oliver Wood do the same thing to him in the showers after Quidditch matches. Wrapping the towel around his waist Harry briefly took a moment to inspect his face in the mirror again before turning back to face Snape who was still standing coolly in the entranceway to the bathroom.

“What do you want?” Harry whispered his patience having finally run out. He and Snape could argue all day, exchanging insults like it was sport but Harry was tired, sore and wasn’t in the mood to play the professors mind games.

“I have been sent to see that your health is in order, as Hogwarts resident Mediwitch is currently still on holiday.” Snape’s expression didn’t change as Harry rolled his eyes and did a sarcastic little spin to show Snape his body.

“Well as you can see I’m still standing, nothing life threatening which may endanger the entire wizarding world’s chance of survival.” Harry spat bitterly at Snape who had come unfortunately to know this side of Harry Potter, very well over the past few months. With his lips thinly pressed together Snape chose not to answer Harry’s comment and instead watched as the boy held out his hand where he’d been fiddling with a sizable bramble thorn in his palm. “If you want to do something useful you could get that out for me.” Harry whispered.

“Sit down then.” With a short clipped tone Snape strode over to the bench where Harry stood and sat down stiffly beside the boy who still held out his palm, the thorn by now embedded in it deeply. Harry bit his lip determined not to flinch as Snape cast a drawing spell on his hand before plucking the surfacing thorn from his palm with a sharp flick. It hurt but Harry didn’t make a comment until Snape had dabbed on some of a foul smelling orange potion and bandaged it up. Harry muttered a resentful thank-you as Snape rose from the bench beside him and handed him a large bottle of the orange potion, and a small bottle of white lotion of some kind. “Put the orange on the cuts and bruises and the white on the rash. I’ll take the liberty of asking the house elves to bring an ice pack to your dorm room for your eye. Now if that’s all?” Snape looked contemptibly down at Harry who merely shook his head. With a curt nod Snape left, his robes swirling about him as he stalked off in his usual imposing manner. ‘Did the man ever just walk’ Harry muttered to himself as he began to dab the cooling white lotion onto his nettle rash.

After some considerable time in the bathroom Harry returned to his dorm to find as promised a waiting ice pack and a tray of soup and bread. Harry wasn’t hungry at all but he supposed Snape had assumed he needed feeding and had thus ordered that as well for him. Harry ate what he thought he could stomach before he lay down on his bed the icepack slowly melting on his swollen eye. There really wasn’t much point to doing anything else but sleep. His life would still be shit house in the morning just as it was now, only he’d have had enough sleep to perhaps cope with it a little better. With a muttered charm Harry dimmed what was left of the candles and having spelled the curtains of his bed closed fell easily into a fitful slumber.

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