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Chapter 16: An Unlikely Ally
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. The characters (except Kasey) and the settings belong to J.K. Rowling, and i make no profit from this except for my own satisfaction and the pleasure I get from reading my reviews.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.
Chapter 16: An unlikely Ally
The old man looked up at him, surprised. \"Yes Kasey?\"
\"Albus, I just wondered if I could talk to you for a few minutes. It\'s about Harry Potter.\"
His face sunk, guilt showing plainly in his pale blue eyes.
\"What about him?\"
\"Anyone can see the boy is miserable. He is angry and upset and I believe it is doing him more harm then good to keep him here.\"
\"I am out of options. Harry is very dear to me, and the last thing I want to do is hurt him… but I can\'t risk letting him leave. To much rests on it, and I can\'t allow Harry to sacrifice our whole world for the sake of his own happiness.\"
\"So what about this other teacher? I understand that you can\'t risk having a child abuser in a school… but it seems to me, correct me if I am wrong, that this was a one off, and that the feelings between Mr Potter, who is hardly a child anymore, and this Severus, were mutual?\"
\"What disturbs me Mr Lewwellyn is that Severus and Harry have always been open about their feelings towards each other, and until just recently those feeling\'s were all negative; in fact I would go so far as to say they hated each other. The change was too sudden and dramatic for me to believe it was a natural progression in their relationship, I have reason to believe that Severus did indeed take advantage of Harry, as I know he had the means to do, being a powerful wizard and exceptional potion brewer.\"
\"What does Harry say about it?\"
The old man stared at him; \"Harry, if he is indeed under a spell, can hardly be trusted to give an honest account of the situation.\"
\"You haven\'t even asked him.\" The words were whispered, Kasey was shocked, disbelieving.
The old mans face closed up, anger glinting in his eyes; \"I\'ve talked as much as I want to about Harry. I am doing the best I can for him and for the rest of the wizard world. You have no idea of the responsibility… get out Mr Lewwellyn. You are a teacher; you teach, let me take care of everything else.\"
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\"Please Harry, can you stay after class, I\'d just like a quick chat on last weeks Burns potions with you if that’s Ok.\"
If that’s ok; Snape would never ask that. He\'d just issue the order and expect it to be obeyed. Harry wasn\'t sure if he liked this new method of teaching or not. Part of him bitterly hated this new professor, part of him laughed at him, how did he expect to keep control, did he expect to have anyone turn up to detention if he gave them the option? The students would walk all over him. Harry hadn\'t always approved of Snape\'s methods, but he\'d known how to keep a class in line.
A small part of him recognised that Mr Lewwellyn was an exceptional teacher. He rarely had to worry about whether or not students chose to turn up to detentions, because he rarely had to give a student detention. His classes were informal, yet educational. Even the Slytherins appeared to have gotten over the loss of Snape. Why couldn\'t Harry?
Sometimes he lay in bed, remembering his years of torture under his previous potions master. Reliving scores of detentions. Trying to recapture the hate he used to feel for the greasy haired git. But then he would remember how his dark eyes used to go black with passion when they kissed. Remembered how his long fingers used to trail gently over his body, awaking feelings in him that nothing else in his young life had come close to. He remembered the slightly insecure look the man had had as he had watched Harry look around his newly decorated rooms. That had been the last time they\'d been together, before Voldemort had found out about them and everything had gone down the drain. Where was he now? He could be dead, lying in a gutter somewhere for all Harry knew. Did he have somewhere to hide, had Voldemort found him, was he even now torturing the man?
Hermione and Ron stood, and suddenly Harry realised the rest of the class was leaving. He stood to join them but Hermione stopped him; \"Professor Lewwellyn wants a word with you remember? We\'ll see you in the common room after.\"
Nodding reluctantly he sat back down until the rest of the class had left.
The blonde man sat on the desk; \"Harry… I know I may be the last person you want to talk to about this. But still I need to ask…\"
Harry stared at him.
\"Ok, ok. I just wondered… if you don\'t mind, if it\'s not to painful... would you mind sharing with me your version of the series of events leading up to the relationship you had with Professor Snape?\"
He continued to stare, green eyes slightly narrowed; suspicious.
\"It\'s just, well, I\'ve heard the official story, but I want to know yours. If I\'m going to take a side in this I want to be sure it\'s the right side.\"
\"Why would you want to take our side? He was a teacher, I was a student. What else do you need to know? Besides I\'m too important to have a say.\" The word \'important\' was emphasised, almost snarled, made to sound like an insult.
\"I don\'t want to take sides, I just want to teach potions, but I can\'t ignore the situation any longer. It\'s obvious to me that you are suffering from being kept here, and until I know your side of the story, I can\'t be sure that it is justified, as Dumbledore claims it to be. I will make up my own mind Harry, but I can\'t do that until I know the truth.\"
\"The truth…\" Harry thought for a second. He considered lying to the man, saying that he had seduced Snape, or that they had simply become close after years of lessons together. But something about the way Lewwellyn waited patiently, his deep brown eyes trusting, made Harry hesitate. Lewwellyn was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, to listen unbiased to his side of the story. Harry would give it to him.
\"Well… I don\'t know if the truth will make you any more sympathetic to Snape…. But here goes. It started one detention, he had me writing lines, then he offered me a drink. I\'m fairly sure he slipped a potion into that drink, because I started feeling weird…good, and I started to notice him in a different way, noticed the way he talked and his smell…\" Harry coughed, feeling himself go red. Lewwellyn was still watching him, a strange look on his face. \"Well, I just kissed him, and we slept together…\" such cold words, such a short impersonal way to describe those long hours of discovery and hot wet passion they had shared that night.
\"What was the drink he gave you?\"
\"Water.\"
\"And did you notice any taste difference?\"
\"No…it just tasted like water.\"
\"How long after that did you start feeling strange?\"
\"Err… maybe a couple of minutes. I just remember suddenly feeling really good. Why?\"
\"It sounds like the potion he gave you was Lascivus Wanton, I am familiar with it. It is tasteless and fast acting, making the victim uncontrollably lust over anyone nearby. And how many times did you… sleep together that afternoon?\"
\"What difference does that make?\" Harry was annoyed. Maybe this professor was just a sick perve.
\"It makes a difference. Please, I know this is embarrassing and private, but given the nature of this first encounter, I think it is important…\"
\"I sucked his cock, ok? And then he fucked me, then I fucked him, then he sucked my cock and fucked me again ok? Is that what you wanted to hear?\" He was angry now.
\"Harry, this is important because the effects of Luscivus Wanton wear off after the victim achieves orgasm. Also I believe the events of that first time give some insight into Severus\' motives. Luscivus Wanton is dark magic. It is also illegal except when given with both parties\' knowledge and consent…\"
\"So that’s it? You won\'t help me?\" Harry interrupted.
\"I didn\'t say that. I don\'t agree with Severus giving you the potion, but still I find it intriguing that what started as an illegal forced bonding became what appears to be a loving relationship. Generally, when given illegally, Luscivus Wanton is given to someone that the person has not been able to get by legal means. Often it is given as a way to humiliate and degrade the person, kind of a rape but with the raped in control of their actions, and indeed enjoying the whole affair, which often means the incident is never reported, especially since the potion is uncommonly hard to make and relatively unknown here in England. Many victims believe they themselves instigated the sex, and are ashamed to admit that they were so weak. Once or twice a marriage has occurred, with the victim not finding out the truth until many years later.
What I find interesting is firstly apparently the encounter did not end with your first orgasm, and secondly that Severus did not act like a rapist.\"
Suddenly the words sunk in; first orgasm. He remembered his first orgasm that night. He remembered feeling his cock slide again and again into the tight warm hole, remembered the sudden clenching release as he came hard. They had then lain together on the stone floor, looking into each others eyes. He remembered reaching out, running his hands over the older mans body, remembered the wave of passion that had came over him as he held the mans cock in his hand and leant forward to kiss him. That had been after the potion had worn off? Had Snape known that? Of course, he was a potions master. What must he have thought when Harry had kissed him again? So even then, once my inhibitions were gone, I wanted him.
\"What about the next time you were together?\"
Harry had to think for a second; \"It was about a week later, after potions he er... pinched me, as I left the room, then I turned around and he kissed me. I kissed him back and he… well… you know. After that it was a few days and I stayed behind after potions to see him. I was starting to realise by then that I was pretty attracted to him. Then we started to find out a few things about each other, it got a bit serious, and I think he started to get scared. He told me he never wanted to see me again. I was angry, upset, anyway, we had an argument, and it came out that he loved me, and I realised I loved him too.\"
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Another chapter... I\'m slowly getting there guys. Sorry for the slow updates... they would probably be even slower except for a friend who bugs me every time I see her to hurry up with the next chapter... so here it is Phen82.
Anyway please review PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE and I will keep writing just for you guys.
WARNING: This story contains adult scenes and situations which may offend some people, including slash, minor (16y.o) sex, and swearing.
Chapter 16: An unlikely Ally
The old man looked up at him, surprised. \"Yes Kasey?\"
\"Albus, I just wondered if I could talk to you for a few minutes. It\'s about Harry Potter.\"
His face sunk, guilt showing plainly in his pale blue eyes.
\"What about him?\"
\"Anyone can see the boy is miserable. He is angry and upset and I believe it is doing him more harm then good to keep him here.\"
\"I am out of options. Harry is very dear to me, and the last thing I want to do is hurt him… but I can\'t risk letting him leave. To much rests on it, and I can\'t allow Harry to sacrifice our whole world for the sake of his own happiness.\"
\"So what about this other teacher? I understand that you can\'t risk having a child abuser in a school… but it seems to me, correct me if I am wrong, that this was a one off, and that the feelings between Mr Potter, who is hardly a child anymore, and this Severus, were mutual?\"
\"What disturbs me Mr Lewwellyn is that Severus and Harry have always been open about their feelings towards each other, and until just recently those feeling\'s were all negative; in fact I would go so far as to say they hated each other. The change was too sudden and dramatic for me to believe it was a natural progression in their relationship, I have reason to believe that Severus did indeed take advantage of Harry, as I know he had the means to do, being a powerful wizard and exceptional potion brewer.\"
\"What does Harry say about it?\"
The old man stared at him; \"Harry, if he is indeed under a spell, can hardly be trusted to give an honest account of the situation.\"
\"You haven\'t even asked him.\" The words were whispered, Kasey was shocked, disbelieving.
The old mans face closed up, anger glinting in his eyes; \"I\'ve talked as much as I want to about Harry. I am doing the best I can for him and for the rest of the wizard world. You have no idea of the responsibility… get out Mr Lewwellyn. You are a teacher; you teach, let me take care of everything else.\"
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\"Please Harry, can you stay after class, I\'d just like a quick chat on last weeks Burns potions with you if that’s Ok.\"
If that’s ok; Snape would never ask that. He\'d just issue the order and expect it to be obeyed. Harry wasn\'t sure if he liked this new method of teaching or not. Part of him bitterly hated this new professor, part of him laughed at him, how did he expect to keep control, did he expect to have anyone turn up to detention if he gave them the option? The students would walk all over him. Harry hadn\'t always approved of Snape\'s methods, but he\'d known how to keep a class in line.
A small part of him recognised that Mr Lewwellyn was an exceptional teacher. He rarely had to worry about whether or not students chose to turn up to detentions, because he rarely had to give a student detention. His classes were informal, yet educational. Even the Slytherins appeared to have gotten over the loss of Snape. Why couldn\'t Harry?
Sometimes he lay in bed, remembering his years of torture under his previous potions master. Reliving scores of detentions. Trying to recapture the hate he used to feel for the greasy haired git. But then he would remember how his dark eyes used to go black with passion when they kissed. Remembered how his long fingers used to trail gently over his body, awaking feelings in him that nothing else in his young life had come close to. He remembered the slightly insecure look the man had had as he had watched Harry look around his newly decorated rooms. That had been the last time they\'d been together, before Voldemort had found out about them and everything had gone down the drain. Where was he now? He could be dead, lying in a gutter somewhere for all Harry knew. Did he have somewhere to hide, had Voldemort found him, was he even now torturing the man?
Hermione and Ron stood, and suddenly Harry realised the rest of the class was leaving. He stood to join them but Hermione stopped him; \"Professor Lewwellyn wants a word with you remember? We\'ll see you in the common room after.\"
Nodding reluctantly he sat back down until the rest of the class had left.
The blonde man sat on the desk; \"Harry… I know I may be the last person you want to talk to about this. But still I need to ask…\"
Harry stared at him.
\"Ok, ok. I just wondered… if you don\'t mind, if it\'s not to painful... would you mind sharing with me your version of the series of events leading up to the relationship you had with Professor Snape?\"
He continued to stare, green eyes slightly narrowed; suspicious.
\"It\'s just, well, I\'ve heard the official story, but I want to know yours. If I\'m going to take a side in this I want to be sure it\'s the right side.\"
\"Why would you want to take our side? He was a teacher, I was a student. What else do you need to know? Besides I\'m too important to have a say.\" The word \'important\' was emphasised, almost snarled, made to sound like an insult.
\"I don\'t want to take sides, I just want to teach potions, but I can\'t ignore the situation any longer. It\'s obvious to me that you are suffering from being kept here, and until I know your side of the story, I can\'t be sure that it is justified, as Dumbledore claims it to be. I will make up my own mind Harry, but I can\'t do that until I know the truth.\"
\"The truth…\" Harry thought for a second. He considered lying to the man, saying that he had seduced Snape, or that they had simply become close after years of lessons together. But something about the way Lewwellyn waited patiently, his deep brown eyes trusting, made Harry hesitate. Lewwellyn was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, to listen unbiased to his side of the story. Harry would give it to him.
\"Well… I don\'t know if the truth will make you any more sympathetic to Snape…. But here goes. It started one detention, he had me writing lines, then he offered me a drink. I\'m fairly sure he slipped a potion into that drink, because I started feeling weird…good, and I started to notice him in a different way, noticed the way he talked and his smell…\" Harry coughed, feeling himself go red. Lewwellyn was still watching him, a strange look on his face. \"Well, I just kissed him, and we slept together…\" such cold words, such a short impersonal way to describe those long hours of discovery and hot wet passion they had shared that night.
\"What was the drink he gave you?\"
\"Water.\"
\"And did you notice any taste difference?\"
\"No…it just tasted like water.\"
\"How long after that did you start feeling strange?\"
\"Err… maybe a couple of minutes. I just remember suddenly feeling really good. Why?\"
\"It sounds like the potion he gave you was Lascivus Wanton, I am familiar with it. It is tasteless and fast acting, making the victim uncontrollably lust over anyone nearby. And how many times did you… sleep together that afternoon?\"
\"What difference does that make?\" Harry was annoyed. Maybe this professor was just a sick perve.
\"It makes a difference. Please, I know this is embarrassing and private, but given the nature of this first encounter, I think it is important…\"
\"I sucked his cock, ok? And then he fucked me, then I fucked him, then he sucked my cock and fucked me again ok? Is that what you wanted to hear?\" He was angry now.
\"Harry, this is important because the effects of Luscivus Wanton wear off after the victim achieves orgasm. Also I believe the events of that first time give some insight into Severus\' motives. Luscivus Wanton is dark magic. It is also illegal except when given with both parties\' knowledge and consent…\"
\"So that’s it? You won\'t help me?\" Harry interrupted.
\"I didn\'t say that. I don\'t agree with Severus giving you the potion, but still I find it intriguing that what started as an illegal forced bonding became what appears to be a loving relationship. Generally, when given illegally, Luscivus Wanton is given to someone that the person has not been able to get by legal means. Often it is given as a way to humiliate and degrade the person, kind of a rape but with the raped in control of their actions, and indeed enjoying the whole affair, which often means the incident is never reported, especially since the potion is uncommonly hard to make and relatively unknown here in England. Many victims believe they themselves instigated the sex, and are ashamed to admit that they were so weak. Once or twice a marriage has occurred, with the victim not finding out the truth until many years later.
What I find interesting is firstly apparently the encounter did not end with your first orgasm, and secondly that Severus did not act like a rapist.\"
Suddenly the words sunk in; first orgasm. He remembered his first orgasm that night. He remembered feeling his cock slide again and again into the tight warm hole, remembered the sudden clenching release as he came hard. They had then lain together on the stone floor, looking into each others eyes. He remembered reaching out, running his hands over the older mans body, remembered the wave of passion that had came over him as he held the mans cock in his hand and leant forward to kiss him. That had been after the potion had worn off? Had Snape known that? Of course, he was a potions master. What must he have thought when Harry had kissed him again? So even then, once my inhibitions were gone, I wanted him.
\"What about the next time you were together?\"
Harry had to think for a second; \"It was about a week later, after potions he er... pinched me, as I left the room, then I turned around and he kissed me. I kissed him back and he… well… you know. After that it was a few days and I stayed behind after potions to see him. I was starting to realise by then that I was pretty attracted to him. Then we started to find out a few things about each other, it got a bit serious, and I think he started to get scared. He told me he never wanted to see me again. I was angry, upset, anyway, we had an argument, and it came out that he loved me, and I realised I loved him too.\"
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Another chapter... I\'m slowly getting there guys. Sorry for the slow updates... they would probably be even slower except for a friend who bugs me every time I see her to hurry up with the next chapter... so here it is Phen82.
Anyway please review PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE and I will keep writing just for you guys.