Protector

Author’s Notes: My writing this fan fiction is a surprise to my friends. This makes me laugh. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: This chapter contains sexual content and violence. Language is a minimum in my stories.

**********Previously**********

From all thells lls in the room, Severus knew that the boy was locked in the room. He felt his heart leap slightly as he drew nearer to the helpless form on the ground. Harry let out a rasp sigh and his breathing stopped. Severus widened his eyes, grabbing the boy immediately. ‘NO…he can’t die now.’

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Part II: Inside Emotions

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Severus breathed harshly, draining a bottle that he revealed from his cloak. He brought the contents into own own mouth. The boy lay limp in armsarms as he drank the vile liquid. He leaned his head down, pressing his moist lips to Harry’s. The liquid was pushed from his mouth and into Harry’s, gliding the liquid down with his tongue. Though he was trying to think only of the present situation at hand, he had noted that Harry’s mouth tasted sweet. Though he pushed his thoughts asides, his tongue couldn’t be kept from slowly swirling its mass around the boy’s tongue.

He lifted his head almost immediately, cursing his self control. Before he had time to quietly discipline himself, Harry coughed violently, liquid seeping in cold infusion from his mouth. All Severus was able to do was bring the boy gently into his body, soothing a bit of pain with his slow rocking. He never would have suspected this kind of treatment, nor would he want any person to deal with such atrocious dealings. Even Harry Potter didn’t deserve this; this beating and the most horrific of all, this raping.

Severus growled at the thought of the boy being placed roughly to the ground, most likely unconscious from massive injury, and being thrusted ferociously. He felt as though his stomach contents would rise in his throat if he viewed any more images, so they were pushed in the back of his mind. He had to focus on Harry NOW. He had to focus on getting the boy help.

He stood, holding the boy tenderly, but tightly against his body. He would return to punish the family, but now he must get Harry to Poppy. He focused his thoughts and was soon in front of the doors leading inside Hogwarts. He rushed through the doors, running down the hall and screaming into the deserted building. “Poppy, come quickly!” As soon as his words were spoken, an elderly med-witch was present and goggling over the boy she was faced with.

“Oh dear Merlin, who—“ She looked at the boy’s face once more and her breathing stopped for a moment before pure anger set on her wrinkled features. “Get him to the hospital wing, Harry must be taken care of immediately.” Severus nodded and caught up his pace down the hall. He breathed heavily, but realized it was as if nothing lay in his arms. The boy was as light as a feather. This was also noted as something that must have affected the boy. Two weeks ago Harry was sent to his uncle’s house and now he was skinny with hunger.

‘Who the hell do these people think they are? No one deserves to be treated this way!’ Severus felt the anger boil beneath his pale skin. Though, he didn’t understand what the other feeling he was having in his chest. The feeling was fuzzed with guilt and lined with worry, but inside, another emotion chimed. ‘It can’t be…’
Before he was allowed any further thoughts, Poppy lightly took Harry and placed him on the bed. Her wand drawn, she began to inspect him for all the injuries that were placed throughout his body. The poor lithe form was bruised so much that his mere skin gave off the identity of his skin being purple/black/blue. Severus watched the med-witch intently, hoping that Harry would be able to recover.

She turned to him sighing with a sign of relief. “The boy is out of critical danger, thanks to your potion. Unfortunately he has many broken bones. It is amazing that he is still moving. The boy has been beaten so badly that his body is under unconscious shock. I am afraid that he will not wake for a week or so. This is good for my work though, I will be able to heal him before he wakes. Though, by my accounts, it seems the boy has been raped more than once and in the most brutal of ways.

“He is simply going to be dealing with trust issues for much of the months to come. Severus, I will need you to watch over him while I prepare the proper medicines and items for his fast recover.” With those last words, the med-witch scuttled away into the hall and out of the dark man’s sight. He was left with the images of Harry being abused and raped, countless times.

He turned, shifting his gaze to the boy who lay still on the bed. The only sign of life in the boy was his heavily heaving chest that gave a rasping wheeze each time he sucked the air into his lungs. He was abnormally pale and his body limped into the bed beneath him. Severus decided with this, he was going to take care of Potter while danger was in his way.

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The week passed quickly and Harry surprisingly recovered within days of his treatment. The boy was strong, Severus would admit that much. He was continually by the boy’s side during the week, making sure that if the boy awoke, he would be there. During one of the healing sessions, Severus had sent a message to Dumbledore telling him of Potter’s present issue and the conclusion Severus had come upon.

Dumbledore arrived a day later to discuss the situation and give directions to Severus. He also paid a visit to the unconscious boy. To Severus’ surprise, the normally up-beat man was crying at the bedside, holding tightly to Harry’s hand and whispering words of comfort; though, Severus was sure that Harry would not hear them.

Four days after Dumbledore’s visit, Harry awoke to the bright morning that filtered through the high paneled windows. His eyes adjusted to sun that beat down harshly against his fully energized body. He felt the warmth swallow his body and once more he closed his eyes, smiling a slight grin.

He was fully aware of what had happened, but at this moment chose not to recognize the consequences of being injured. Nope, he simply enjoyed the day light, being gone from it’s rising for the past week or so. ‘Oh Merlin! How long have I been asleep?’ He pondered as he looked to his side to find a darkly cloaked man. Harry immediately recognized the person that was sitting near his bedside, asleep. “Professor?”

Severus drew his eyes opened, with wide awe. “Mr. Potter, you finally awake?” His face was now deprived of emotion. He d frd from his station on the chair and walked over to Harry’s bedside. “It is my duty to inform you that from now on you shall be staying at my manor for protection purposes.”

Harry merely gazed at the man, trying to decipher if the man was angered by having to take care of Harry, or if he simply didn’t care. Nothing showed in the man’s eyes. Not one emotion was channeled to Harry, so he finally drew his eyes away from the gaze. “Oh…But Professor, I don’t want to be a nuisance.”

Severus chuckled lightly, kneeling so that their eyes were level. “It is my job, so therefore you will not be a nuisance, Mr. Potter.” He watched as Harry’s facial expression changed into a sad frown the tipped the sides of his lips.

“Ah yes, your job.” Harry said nothing more and pressed his head back into the bed’s comfort. For some reason, when Snape had made that comment, his heart sank and he felt as though he was betrayed. ‘Why do I even care? This is Snape we are talking about, my most hated enemy!’ Though he tried to push out the thoughts, he had begun to wonder what it d had have been like if he wasn’t the boy-who-lived and just Harry Potter. Maybe then, Snape would show some interest in him.

Interest? Was that what he wanted from the man? What could he do with Snape’s interest? He concluded that it would be nice to get to know the man, since Snape HAD saved his life.

Severus tapped the boy’s head lightly. “Since you seem well enough, I would like to get going to the manor; it simply is not safe for you to be here, especially with what just happened to you.” Harry nodded in response. He gathered his strength to lull his legs over the side, but had not yet enough strength to stand. Severus had noticed the boy’s trouble and had taken it upon himself to bring the boy into his strong arms.

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The blush that appeared did not fade until they entered the dark entry way of the manor. His eyes darted around, looking at the paintings that lined the walls. He felt his breath catch in his throat as Snape began to move once more.

Severus took toy ioy in his arms down the hallway, into a small room –compared to the others- and set the boy down on a surprisingly soft bed. His arms untangled themselves from the light mass in which they had been carrying. “Now Potter, I want you to rest tonight. I will have my house elf bring you your dinner.” He stood from his place on the bed but was immediately pulled on by a soft hand.

Harry was staring at him, a slight smile that passed through the lazy eyes. “Thank you Professor.” Harry didn’t like Snape, but he felt it was only customary to show apprecin. Bn. Before this, Snape had been the most hated person in his life other than Voltmort. Now he felt slightly happy near the man. He caught a glimpse of the silky skin that was covered immediately by a black cloak. His body jumped.

Severus stared at the boy, his eyes following soft curving muscles well defined in the white shirt that covered them. He cursed his eyes, ‘No, mustn’t think this way. I hate Potter!’ He compromised with his inner voice. ‘Okay, but I don’t want anything from him.’ He nodded to the boy and turned lightly. His face was crimson red with the thought of the boy still tormenting his mind. He needed to find a way to relieve himself, but he wanted to watch over the boy tonight.

‘I’ll take a shower and take care of this, but first must get the boy food.’ He walked down the hall, disappearing in the shadows that swooned around him.

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Harry screamed into the night, shivering with the nightmares that enveloped his mind. He felt hot tears stream in a rush from his eyes to the crease in his neck. He felt a strong hand on his and turned to see who it was. Severus was by his side and his eyes had a slight emotion in them. ‘Is that worry?’ He felt the hand tighten gently.

“Potter, don’t worry, it is me. You are safe, you don’t have to cry.” Before he could think, Severus wrapped his arms around the fragile body, holding it close in protection. His hand ran a fine course down Harry’s spine, receiving a shiver in response. He continued his menstruations while he whispered in the boy’s ear, “I am here, don’t cry.”

Harry buried his face into Snape’s shoulder, giving into the comfort. “I…” His body shuddered once more, tears burning his skin with the salt contents. “It hurtse pre pressed his face harder against Snape, feeling the pain throb in his lower half in trepidation.

Severus pulled Harry’s chin to look at him, his eyes soft with sympathy. He didn’t seem to quite know what he was doing, but he leaned pressing his dry lips to the salty lips that he now claimed to be his. His tongue lapped the lower lip, asking for entrance. When he was granted entrance, his tongue slid into the hot mouth that was even more delicious then he had ever thought a mouth to be. But his mind caught up with his body and he pulled away.

“I’m sorry…” He pulled his form from the boy and held his mouth, thinking of a way to explain himself.

End Notes: I love cliffhangers! Don’t you?