a return to the chamber of secrets

Chapter 2: Beginning

The next morning Harry awoke with the sun. The silence from the other beds indicated that the other boys were still sleeping soundly. Harry crept out of bed noiselessly and grabbed some rumpled clothes out of the heavy trunk at the end of the bed. Quietly he pulled an old t-shirt over his messy hair and tugged on a pair of jeans. It was the weekend so there was no need to wear the school robes. Wondering what sort of thing he might need to take with him, Harry glanced around the room. He decided upon an old backpack, to carry things, and at a second thought he snatched his father's invisibility cloak and stuffed it in the backpack. Just in case. With that he headed out, shutting the dorm door softly behind him.
At their meeting Dumbledore had asked Harry to meet him by the entrance to the chamber, located in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. As Harry headed down the stony hallways he thought about what spending time with Snape might be like. Dumbledore had mentioned that they might be down there down there for a long period of time. Did that mean that he might have to sleep down there? with Snape? ugh. Harry shuddered as he turned the corner and pushed open the door carrying a sign that read "danger, closed for repairs."
"Ah, and here he is now!" said Dumbledore as Harry came into view. Dumbledore and Snape were standing next to the large stone sink that had marked the entrance to the chamber. It looked as if they had been having a rather heated conversation and from Dumbledore's not-so-subtle remark when he came in, it most likely involved him.
"Harry, I've already instructed Professor Snape on the procedures at hand. He has brought along utensils to collect any potion ingredients you may encounter, including some valuable elements from the dead basilisk. Also he has with him food, plenty of water, and any emergency things you may need. Magic may not be able to reach us up here do to the magical wards likely placed around the inside of the chamber itself so you'll have to be careful and look out for oth other. Are you two ready?"
When Harry risked a glance at the potions master, to try and gage his mood he was met with a most formidable glare.
"Fantastic, I'll leave you two to it then." And turning on his heel with a cheeky smile, Dumbledore strode off through the bathroom door into the corridor beyond, leaving an uneasy Harry and one very irritable-looking professor.

Harry looked down at the hole in the floor near his feet. He remembered when he and Professor Lockhart had descended down it to find Ginny. Apparently the same slimy tunnel was where this new journey was also to begin.
"Um...sir? Does Dumbledore intend for us to get into the chamber through there?" Harry asked tenetivly.
"I believe he does." replied Snape with a looks of concentration upon his gaunt face. Cautiously, Harry and Snape peered down into the greasy looking slide.
"Do you want me to go first?" asked Harry weakly.
"Don't be stupid Potter. As your professor it's my job to make sure you don't get hurt. It'd be a shame to have to wait while you recover in the hospital ward. I'll go first and when you hear me give the 'ok,' you will follow." Snape seemed to have formulated some kind of plan. Cautiously, he stooped down. With some difficulty, he lowered himself into the tunnel, which wasn't a tunnel so much as it was a chute with a diameter not much larger then himself.
"I guess there's just no better way of doing this.." he grumbled, "maybe I can try and get a foot hold and climb down slowly." Harry quietly watched his efforts but admitted to being slightly amused but watching the potions master in such an awkward position.
"Is there anything I can do sir?" asked Harry.
"I don't think so, not right now anyway." Snape spoke with some level of civility, his voice lacking the usual tone due to the fact that his mind was otherwise occupied with trying to figure out the logistics of how to descend. As he tried desperately to get a hold of something to support his weight, his fingers slipped on the wet rock and Harry saw the top of the Professor disappear down the hole! A faint cry of alarm could be heard but other then that Snape handled the fall with stoic composure.
Harry on the other hand was worried, he knew where Snape would come out, onto the stone floor of the chamber, but there was no assuring he wouldn't be hurt. Besides, if this was where they were to get in then he had better follow Snape the same way. Harry quickly sat down, shimmied forward and dangled his legs down the hole. With a last look around he held his breath and pushed off into the slimy chute. He felt himself sliding rapidly over rough-cut stones, his way made easier, and faster, by the oily goo covering the inside of the tunnel. His nostrils were filled with the dank smell of mold. He couldn't hear the Professor ahead of him but he didn't remember the tunnel being much longer then this... Without warning the tunnel came to an end about 4 feet off the floor of a long stone chamber. Harry shot out of the hold with considerable speed. He tumbled across the hard floor and landed in a panting heap upon something warm. Cautiously he opened his eyes only to find that he had indeed landed on top of Snape. Harry pushed himself up with a hand on either side of Snape's head, both still breathing roughly. Snape's long black hair was spread out on the floor around his face, which still bore a expression of considerable shock. Harry could feel the rise and fall of the older man's chest while he panted beneath him. With horror, Harry realized that he was beginning to get hard. He quickly scrambled off of his teacher hoping Snape hadn't noticed.
"Are you alright sir?" Harry stammered after he found his voice. Snape pushed himself up to a standing position with an attempt to brush off his robes. He was a formidable figure standing over the kneeling form of Harry, still panting a little from the fall. “Lumos.” he muttered, the flickering light from the wand lighting the dank room.
"What in god's name did you think you were doing idiot boy! I said to wait for my ok! You practically crushed me!"
"I'm sorry sir," stammered Harry, a bit shocked at the Professor's anger, "I couldn't hear you and... I got worried that something may have happened."
"In the future I'll expect you to keep that loathsome Gryffindor bravery of yours in check. " Snape spat in return. In the back of his mind though, he was a bit taken aback by Harry's willingness to rush to his aid. Him, of all people, Harry's most despised Professor. Strange... Of course that didn't excuse his reckless actions. In the future he'd have to be more careful to see that Potter followed directions properly.
Without another word the potions master began to collect the bags supplies Dudoredore had given him. Harry, taking cue from Snape, began to do the same. The backpack of his was covered in slime as it had cushioned his back from the rough rocks in the tunnel during his fall. Harry considered taking the cloak out and carrying it and just leaving the bag there but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to let Snape know that he had brought his father's invisibility cloak along just yet. "This might just come in useful." he thought to himself, "Snape still seems to be acting like he has a sizeable stick up his ass." Harry's cock jumped at the thought of anything up the professor's ass. His face turning red, he bent over to help pick up some vials that had rolled out of Snape's robes. He didn't understand why the man that he hated most made him react this way. It was completely embarrassing and Harry tried to think about quidditch to take his mind off of the man next to him.
As Snape collected his utensils he thought about what had just happened. Had he been wrong of did he feel a distinct hardness in the boy’s pants? Could it have been because of their compromising position? Could it have been for him? His mind a flood with questions, Snape tucked the instruments back into his robes and stood up.
Snape looked at Harry who had obviously collected himself. In the flickering light of his wand, the boy looked almost...
“Follow me Potter, stay close by my side.” said Severus in a commanding tone. Harry said nothing but fell in step behind his Professor as the two set off down the length of the chamber they were in. Towards the other end a huge stone door was visible. The door itself was covered in carvings of snakes. Big stone snakes surrounded the perimeter and more delicate little figures created a Celtic knot pattern with their interwoven bodies upon the face of the door. Snape grasped the handle of the door with his long with fingers and pulled as hard as he could but to no avail.
“Alohamora,” He commanded the door. Nothing happened. The Snakes on the door remained stationary. “Alohamora!” he cried again. Again, nothing happened. He tried a few more complicated unlocking spells, none of which Harry had heard before. Harry pushed Snape out of the way.
“Here, let me try,” offered Harry. Snape rolled his eyes, he couldn’t open it and he damn well doubted if a third year could. Instead of casting a spell, Harry spoke to it. Snape’s eyes widened in amazement as from Harry’s mouth issued a soft series of hissing sounds. The stone snakes on the door sprang to life, their bodies unwinding from one another’s. The door itself swung open a little on its great hinges. Snaps couldn’t believe it. He had never heard Parseltongue spoken before. Something about it touched him deep in his Slytherin heart. His cock squirmed, as Harry spoke, he found something about the way Potter spoke parseltongue extremely erotic.
“There. See? Dumbledore sent me along for a reason. I know you doubted his decision and I can’t blame you. I know what you think of me. I just hope you’ll give me a chance to prove myself on this project. I’m not as air headed as you think and my ‘stupid Gryffindor bravery’ as you call it, might just come in handy so don‘t knock it.” said Harry defiantly.
“Bold statement.” thought Severus. Suddenly he felt compelled to do something bold and remind Potter just who was in charge here. In one swift movement he pinned the boy against the rough stone wall, hands on either side of his head. Harry took a quick breath in as his Professor pushed up against him with the weight of his body. Snape’s face wore an expression of greed, eyes half closed with lust. As he pressed his body against Harry’s he spoke in a voice a bit deeper then usual, and full of menace.
“Oh really? So you think you’re brave enough for anything Potter?” he purred, lips inches from the boy’s ear. Harry could feel his professors hot breath on his neck and felt his cock react to the lust in Snape‘s voice. Severus could feel the boy’s growing hardness against his leg and feel Harry’s quickened breathing. “How about this Potter? Brave enough?” and with that he turned his head slightly, capturing Harry’s lips in a rough kiss. Harry was shocked by his professors actions but the warmth of the man’s lips against his own was irresistible. He didn’t pull away, instead he lightly brushed his tongue against Severus’s lips, asking for entry. Without thinking, Severus opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into Harry’s. The young boy’s mouth tasted of innocence and Snape increased the intensity of the kiss, biting Harry’s lips expertly. Harry elicited a low moan of pleasure in response to Severus’s efforts.
Snape pulled away suddenly, a look of horror and confusion on his face. His onyx eyes met Harry’s emerald ones in a look of panic. He definitely hadn’t expected Potter to react like THAT! Wordlessly, he turned on his heels and stalked through the previously opened door. Harry was left panting against the wall, wondering why it had all ended so suddenly. More of all wondering why in the name of God he had kissed Snape!? Why had Snape kissed him!? Seeing that the man was on the move again, he scrambled to collect his thinking and ran to catch up with the receding figure of his potions master.