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Adult ++
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2
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3,418
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8
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Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Summary: “And it's not a cry that you hear at night; it's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah” When he is found, he’s covered in filth and mumbling to himself, but the words have meaning.
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Themes: Religion, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Past Rape (some in first chapter) and Abuse, Mpreg, homosexuality, and major characters believing in God. (Catholicism)
A/N: italics stand for Harry’s thoughts/experiences and flashbacks.
It was dark when the Death Eater walked into the cell, the thin sliver of light coming from the top of the stairs and down to the prisoner’s cell, which was naught more than a hole in the slimy, mold covered wall with a door to keep the young man from seeing the rest of the cellar. For that is where they were. They were in a simple cellar with no windows or lights.
The cell itself had room for a bucket, and a small mattress with a thin blanket that the boy had shredded and tied knots in. None of the other guards could figure out what it was for, other than for the boy to feel in the dark.
The masked man reached out to the young man, his hand grabbing the slight skin and bone arm that reflected the rest of the teenager’s body, and was not greeted with a blow unlike the first few times he had come to get the boy. It was if the boy had given up, and the Death Eater knew that his Dark Lord would be displeased with that. The Death Eater looked over at the small body of the “Savior of the Wizarding World” and knew that tonight could very well be his last night. The boy was muttering to himself, what he was saying made no sense to the Death Eater; it was too low to be understood. The words seemed to have a rhythm, and the Death Eater wondered why the “Boy-Who-Was-Captured” was reciting poetry.
“Come along, Potter.” He said softly, pushing the boy in front of him to be violated by the Dark Lord once again unless, by some miracle, which would never come, the boy got away.
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The Dursley’s and Harry were seated somewhere in the middle of the congregation, with Dudley between his two parents, and Harry beside his Uncle. Most assumed that this arrangement was because the two young boys didn’t get along and fussed during church, but it was so Uncle Vernon could slap Harry if he was misbehaving.
Most of the congregation members liked Harry and never saw him act up, but that Dudley child, if that boy didn’t have something to do, a coloring book, or a game boy that the parents would put on silent, then he nearly literally raised hell to get what he wanted. Little Harry paid attention to the sermon, and usually read along in the bible. Most weren’t sure if Harry could read, or if he just pretended to read it.
Of course, Harry wasn’t perfect. More than anything he wanted a Bible that hadn’t been ruined by Dudley’s ‘works of art’, and he wanted one of his own. The church had hundreds of Bibles, he didn’t think they would miss one Bible that had mysteriously gone missing, so one day following Uncle Vernon out of the pew, he grabbed a Bible and hid it under his shirt. Because he didn’t want to get caught, as soon as it was against his skin, it disappeared.
As soon as the Dursley’s and Harry returned home, he was shoved into his cupboard under the stairs and told not to move until he was called to start dinner. Harry smiled and pulled his Bible out from under his shirt and began to read.
Over the next few years, the young boy would find delight in memorizing the only book he had to read, and would imagine himself as some of the characters. He would imagine himself as Daniel, being thrown to the lions, or Jonah and the whale. These people of old became his best friends, and though to his family he was still a freak, he knew that God would love and accept him just as he was.
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They walked down the dank hallway toward the stairs and the light. Harry’s chanting, a little more audible now that the Death Eater was standing close, started to form words that the man could understand. However, the combination that the words were in confused the man, and he listened closer.
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
The Death Eater gasped, recognizing a Psalm he knew from his childhood. The boy had not given up hope, he had just put his hope in someone who he hoped would help. The Death Eater prayed to anyone who was listening that his plan would play out.
They reached the ballroom where the Dark Lord awaited. Voldemort gestured the Death Eater forward, “Severus, my loyal servant.” He said, he had a wicked grin on his face, “Bring Potter forward,”
He looked at Harry, and realized that the boy was still lost in his verses, he didn’t realize that he was in front of the Dark Lord, about to be taken by him or one of the other Death Eaters. If Voldemort was the one to take Harry tonight, Severus wouldn’t be called again until Voldemort asked him to take Harry back to his cell, that could work if they couldn’t get out now.
They both kneeled before the Dark Lord, Harry not seeing, and Severus seeing all too much of what could be.
“Severus, I want you to take Harry tonight, you’ve waited your turn, and now you shall be rewarded.” This was the best news Snape had ever heard; they could retreat to a private room and portkey away to Hogwarts. Severus’ face showed no emotion as he nodded and thanked his Master. “However, I think the rest of us would like a show. What do you say, my servant?”
Severus’ elated emotions fell as he nodded, “Yes, my Lord.” How was he going to get out of this respectfully? He looked at Potter, a boy he barely recognized, and crumbled at the thought of taking him.
Voldemort grinned and knew Severus would have some trouble ‘reacting’ to the bruised and battered young man. He cast the curse “Vehementer Captus” on Severus that would cause the man to be sexually attracted to the boy, and would have to forcefully take him until he reached orgasm, or be in pain until his dick exploded. Voldemort thought Severus might like that one. Instantly, Severus felt the curse affecting him. He groaned and looked at the young naked boy beside him. Oh God, he wanted him. In a split second his clothes were shed, and he was pressing the boy to the floor as he took him. Severus cried out in objection as his body acted of it’s own free will.
Severus spotted the one article of clothing he never took off; a black leather wristband that wouldn’t attract too much attention and would hide under his robes on most occasions. On it dangled a small gold, knut shaped item. Instead of the Gringrots engravings, however, lay a small, engraved trinity. Severus pressed it to the thigh before him and said, “Nostrum Spes.” Our Hope.
The two portkeyed across the island back to Hogwarts and landed on the floor, Severus still inside Harry and struggling to come to a finish; he knew what spell he had been hit with, he had invented it himself.
Poppy came out and shrieked at the sight of the Potions Master taking The Boy Who Lived. “SEVERUS!” She screamed at him.
Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to complete. “I have to, Poppy. Vehementer Captus.” He came with a sob and pulled out, taking the offered pajamas. “Call Dumbledore, please,” he said softly as he took the second pair of pajamas and spelled them on the young man who was now, thankfully, unconscious.
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A/N: a picture of the trinity: http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ma1ciTTysyPr9M:http://www.stjameschicago.org/confirmation/images/trinity.gif
Summary: “And it's not a cry that you hear at night; it's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah” When he is found, he’s covered in filth and mumbling to himself, but the words have meaning.
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Themes: Religion, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Past Rape (some in first chapter) and Abuse, Mpreg, homosexuality, and major characters believing in God. (Catholicism)
A/N: italics stand for Harry’s thoughts/experiences and flashbacks.
It was dark when the Death Eater walked into the cell, the thin sliver of light coming from the top of the stairs and down to the prisoner’s cell, which was naught more than a hole in the slimy, mold covered wall with a door to keep the young man from seeing the rest of the cellar. For that is where they were. They were in a simple cellar with no windows or lights.
The cell itself had room for a bucket, and a small mattress with a thin blanket that the boy had shredded and tied knots in. None of the other guards could figure out what it was for, other than for the boy to feel in the dark.
The masked man reached out to the young man, his hand grabbing the slight skin and bone arm that reflected the rest of the teenager’s body, and was not greeted with a blow unlike the first few times he had come to get the boy. It was if the boy had given up, and the Death Eater knew that his Dark Lord would be displeased with that. The Death Eater looked over at the small body of the “Savior of the Wizarding World” and knew that tonight could very well be his last night. The boy was muttering to himself, what he was saying made no sense to the Death Eater; it was too low to be understood. The words seemed to have a rhythm, and the Death Eater wondered why the “Boy-Who-Was-Captured” was reciting poetry.
“Come along, Potter.” He said softly, pushing the boy in front of him to be violated by the Dark Lord once again unless, by some miracle, which would never come, the boy got away.
--------
The Dursley’s and Harry were seated somewhere in the middle of the congregation, with Dudley between his two parents, and Harry beside his Uncle. Most assumed that this arrangement was because the two young boys didn’t get along and fussed during church, but it was so Uncle Vernon could slap Harry if he was misbehaving.
Most of the congregation members liked Harry and never saw him act up, but that Dudley child, if that boy didn’t have something to do, a coloring book, or a game boy that the parents would put on silent, then he nearly literally raised hell to get what he wanted. Little Harry paid attention to the sermon, and usually read along in the bible. Most weren’t sure if Harry could read, or if he just pretended to read it.
Of course, Harry wasn’t perfect. More than anything he wanted a Bible that hadn’t been ruined by Dudley’s ‘works of art’, and he wanted one of his own. The church had hundreds of Bibles, he didn’t think they would miss one Bible that had mysteriously gone missing, so one day following Uncle Vernon out of the pew, he grabbed a Bible and hid it under his shirt. Because he didn’t want to get caught, as soon as it was against his skin, it disappeared.
As soon as the Dursley’s and Harry returned home, he was shoved into his cupboard under the stairs and told not to move until he was called to start dinner. Harry smiled and pulled his Bible out from under his shirt and began to read.
Over the next few years, the young boy would find delight in memorizing the only book he had to read, and would imagine himself as some of the characters. He would imagine himself as Daniel, being thrown to the lions, or Jonah and the whale. These people of old became his best friends, and though to his family he was still a freak, he knew that God would love and accept him just as he was.
-------
They walked down the dank hallway toward the stairs and the light. Harry’s chanting, a little more audible now that the Death Eater was standing close, started to form words that the man could understand. However, the combination that the words were in confused the man, and he listened closer.
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
The Death Eater gasped, recognizing a Psalm he knew from his childhood. The boy had not given up hope, he had just put his hope in someone who he hoped would help. The Death Eater prayed to anyone who was listening that his plan would play out.
They reached the ballroom where the Dark Lord awaited. Voldemort gestured the Death Eater forward, “Severus, my loyal servant.” He said, he had a wicked grin on his face, “Bring Potter forward,”
He looked at Harry, and realized that the boy was still lost in his verses, he didn’t realize that he was in front of the Dark Lord, about to be taken by him or one of the other Death Eaters. If Voldemort was the one to take Harry tonight, Severus wouldn’t be called again until Voldemort asked him to take Harry back to his cell, that could work if they couldn’t get out now.
They both kneeled before the Dark Lord, Harry not seeing, and Severus seeing all too much of what could be.
“Severus, I want you to take Harry tonight, you’ve waited your turn, and now you shall be rewarded.” This was the best news Snape had ever heard; they could retreat to a private room and portkey away to Hogwarts. Severus’ face showed no emotion as he nodded and thanked his Master. “However, I think the rest of us would like a show. What do you say, my servant?”
Severus’ elated emotions fell as he nodded, “Yes, my Lord.” How was he going to get out of this respectfully? He looked at Potter, a boy he barely recognized, and crumbled at the thought of taking him.
Voldemort grinned and knew Severus would have some trouble ‘reacting’ to the bruised and battered young man. He cast the curse “Vehementer Captus” on Severus that would cause the man to be sexually attracted to the boy, and would have to forcefully take him until he reached orgasm, or be in pain until his dick exploded. Voldemort thought Severus might like that one. Instantly, Severus felt the curse affecting him. He groaned and looked at the young naked boy beside him. Oh God, he wanted him. In a split second his clothes were shed, and he was pressing the boy to the floor as he took him. Severus cried out in objection as his body acted of it’s own free will.
Severus spotted the one article of clothing he never took off; a black leather wristband that wouldn’t attract too much attention and would hide under his robes on most occasions. On it dangled a small gold, knut shaped item. Instead of the Gringrots engravings, however, lay a small, engraved trinity. Severus pressed it to the thigh before him and said, “Nostrum Spes.” Our Hope.
The two portkeyed across the island back to Hogwarts and landed on the floor, Severus still inside Harry and struggling to come to a finish; he knew what spell he had been hit with, he had invented it himself.
Poppy came out and shrieked at the sight of the Potions Master taking The Boy Who Lived. “SEVERUS!” She screamed at him.
Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to complete. “I have to, Poppy. Vehementer Captus.” He came with a sob and pulled out, taking the offered pajamas. “Call Dumbledore, please,” he said softly as he took the second pair of pajamas and spelled them on the young man who was now, thankfully, unconscious.
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A/N: a picture of the trinity: http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ma1ciTTysyPr9M:http://www.stjameschicago.org/confirmation/images/trinity.gif