Attention Seeker

When the world stopped rotating around him, Harry found himself in the snow outside a pub in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. The dark figure of Snape was already heading towards the glow of the pub and Harry assumed he was to follow. The pub was alive with talking, music and drunken laughter but everything fell silent as Harry stepped inside behind the hooded figure. For a moment Harry thought they were all looking at the death eater, but as he glanced around all eyes were staring at him. Snape seemed to ignore the looks and strode towards a wood paneled door at the back of the room. Automatically a path cleared between the assortment of pub patrons for Snape, some even going out of their way to put distance between themselves and the wizard. A man was sitting on a stool next to the closed door, a pair of dark glasses hiding his eyes and a blind man’s cane at his side. Snape paused beside the invalid as the man spoke,
“He’s expecting you.”

The only visible sign that Snape acknowledged the man was the slight tilt of his head as the wizard pushed open the door and strode into the darkened corridor beyond. Harry wasn’t frightened; having some time ago resigned himself to his fate. Rather he was apprehensive about what the outcome of the evening would be and if it as worth the calculated risk he was taking to achieve his ultimate goal. Harry walked a little closer to Snape as they continued down the corridor, listening intently to the other wizards breathing in the silence.

Finally the corridor widened out into a lit chamber the sounds Harry had heard faintly before increasing. Snape paused in the entranceway and bowed deeply. For the brief moment Harry’s view wasn’t obscured by Snape’s form, he caught a glimpse of a very familiar figure sitting in the center of the chamber.
“Whispers tell me you bring news of some interest my alchemist.” Harry had come to know that voice like his own but something had changed in the two years since he’d last heard it. The voice was no longer strained, raspy and weak but it was strong, deep and commanding just as Harry remembered it from the images in the dairy during his second year at Hogwart’s.
“Indeed my Lord, news that will make all other news pale in comparison.” Snape stepped calmly into the chamber revealing Harry standing behind him. It did not come as a surprise to Harry to see what he did. Whispers and rumors had spoken of the dark lords recreation and what a truly amazing feet it was. The chamber was lit with torches and a blue colored fire roared from a pit in the center. The room was crowded with hooded and masked figures all of whom were now whispering at the sight of Harry Potter in their midst. In the center of them all, upon a large velvet chair sat Voldemort. The snake life features and weak host body he’d once inhabited was now replaced by a healthy but slightly older version of the once Tom Riddle. Harry stared at Riddle just as the other wizard did to him, unmoved an inch by the raw power Tom seemed to exude. Gone were the days that Harry would quake in his boots by the mere sight of the other wizard, for Harry knew now just as Tom did that they were equal.
“Very interesting.” Finally Voldemort spoke his gaze not leaving Harry’s. “Take his wand.” At the command Snape reached into Harry’s robe easily locating his wand and removing it. Harry was quite capable of preventing it but there was no reason to cause a scene just yet. “Come here Harry Potter.” Without hesitation Harry moved towards Voldemort pausing a mere foot in front of the dark wizard. Voldemort had a power beyond most in the room but it was a power Harry already had, and had no desiring for more. Voldemort was quite safe in his position as top of the pile, for what Harry had come for was an entirely different power. A power, which at present stood obediently at the back of the chamber behind Harry patiently waiting. Harry was completely aware that Riddle was reading his thoughts and freely allowed the wizard access, just as he was reading Riddles thoughts the same.

With a hoarse chuckle Voldemort sat back in his chair and tapped his ring adorned fingers on the arm in a satisfied amusement once he’d finished reading Harry’s thoughts and Harry had pushed him out with ease.
“Who could have prophesized they great Harry Potter would wish for a master?” Harry remained silent his gaze never leaving the challenging stare of Voldemort. Both wizards knew a fight was pointless just as six years of war had been with no clear winner. The agreement was on the table all that was required was Voldemort’s satisfaction of its validity and truth. “You would bow to him, a man who by nature is incapable of submission, who is insignificant?” Harry bit his tongue determined not to crack under the pressure especially when he was so close to achieving something for himself after years of self-sacrifice for others. “Yet you will never bow to me?” Harry’s answer was clear when he continued to stare silently at Voldemort unmoved.
Amused again Riddle laughed darkly a strange twisted smile contorting his face.
“If this is the terms to which you will surrender defiance to our cause then I would be a fool not to accept it. Such a small price, had I know it would take so little to secure your alliance I would have given him to you sooner.” Harry allowed himself a small smile of success as Voldemort beckoned Snape over to him. “It seems my alchemist that Harry Potter has refocused himself to our cause after all and that your position within Hogwarts was not entirely wasted.” Harry glanced undetectably across at Snape who bowed his head in acknowledgement. “As you have now finished your task I see fit to return to you your family estate and wealth.” From the left side of his chair Voldemort opened a small wooden chest, removing from within it a large brass key that he handed to Snape. “Further more as you have already proven yourself capable of controlling Potter, it is to you I will entrust his instruction and teaching. The boy is one of us now and any mistakes he makes will also be yours.” Harry felt his heart rate quicken as he watched Snape not in acceptance.
“What of his branding?” Snape spoke up for the first time and Harry wondered what Voldemort’s reaction would be to the comment.
“I can not brand my equal. That responsibility will be yours my alchemist.” Again Snape nodded in agreement before bowing low as Voldemort flicked his hand in dismissal of his audience. For the first time Harry allowed himself an imperceptible sigh of relief. His plan had actually worked and with the worst behind him he was free to enjoy the rewards of his months of dedication to his ‘project’.
“Potter.” Snape’s liquid velvet voice ran down Harry’s spine with a shiver. Glancing up at the still masked face of the wizard Harry caught the indication that he was to follow Severus again. Obediently Harry did as he was bid intentionally staying close to the elder wizard as they exited the chamber and pub the same way they’d entered.

Outside the weather had turned foul, the snowflakes biting at Harry’s face like razors in the wind. Harry was struggling to keep up with Snape’s strides and for a moment he lost sight completely of the other wizard. Then from nowhere Harry was swept up into the warmth of a familiar black cloak and the swirling feeling of apparition surged through him to deposit him in an unfamiliar entrance hall.

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“Congratulations on a job well done Severus.” Harry’s vision swam back into sharp focus to reveal a very familiar face. Lucius Malfoy had aged considerably after his stay in Azkaban, his blonde hair was streaked with silver gray and the walking stick he’d once used only for show now supported his weight heavily.
“Of course, did you doubt me Lucius?” Harry bit the inside of his lip in slight irritation. After all Severus had done very little accept ‘exist’ in Harry’s decision to change sides. Harry watched as Severus pulled off his mask and shook his head to free his hair. Just seeing Severus again without the mask reaffirmed Harry’s decision in his own mind.
“You could have cleaned him up a little, red stains terrible.” Harry lowered his gaze from the two wizards as both looked around at him with cursory glances.
“Ah yes the remains of one Justin Thistle,” Harry never flinched as Snape ran a gloved hand over the dried and crusted blood splatters on his cheek. “a lump of a boy, arrogant and incompetent. A half blood too.” Lucius chuckled dryly.
“No great loss then?” Harry smiled inwardly pleased with himself of the mess he’d made of Justin, the boy who’d perpetually stole his things. “Still take him upstairs and wash him and change yourself too, this is a party Severus!” With a flick of his hand towards the twisting staircase at the end of the hallway Lucius hobbled off into an adjoining room where Harry could hear music and laughter.

Snape strode off up the hall and staircase, Harry scurrying behind him in the wash of the man’s cloak. After several turns and passages they reached a room and Snape walked inside leaving Harry to close the door behind them. Harry stood stoically silent by the door as he watched Snape pour two glasses of scotch from a dresser. The room was magnificent it’s feature the crimson velvet, for poster bed in the center. Harry watched cautiously as Snape tossed off his coat and sat down in a large chair in the corner of the room near the window. Snape stared at Harry in silence as he sipped his scotch, Harry all the while staring back wondering what was to come.
“You realize Potter I can not be doing with this silence of yours and even if you wish to not converse then at least you will do me the decency of answering my direct questions.” Harry nodded as he watched Snape take another healthy swig of the scotch before pointing to what Harry assumed was the bathroom. “Go and shower, the stench of that detestable boy’s blood is giving me a headache.” Obediently Harry did as he was instructed taking his time in the black marbled bathroom to scrub his skin clean of Justin’s blood. If Harry’s project was to come to fruition tonight he would at least have only his scent the temptation.

When he was done Harry dried himself off and leaving the soggy towel on the floor with his soiled school robes stepped out naked into the main bedroom. Snape had already changed into a vivid royal blue trouser and cloak set, a colour Harry had never seen the other wizard wear. Snape had tied back his hair too, something he never did at Hogwarts. Snape was sitting in the chair by the window again sipping at the second glass of scotch. Harry paused and watched as Snape lazily eyed his naked figure. Harry assumed Snape liked what he saw because a small tug of amusement played on the corner of the wizard’s lips.
“Not entirely like your father then Potter?” Harry knew a compliment from Snape when he heard on and inclined his head in silent appreciation. “Your clothes are on the bed, change quickly we’re already late.” Harry did as he was told, dressing quickly into the tight fitting black trousers and open collared knee length coat, ignoring the lack of underwear he’d not been provided with. Once Harry was dressed Snape stood up and approached him, appraising his appearance before pulling a thin silver collar from his pocket. Harry knew what the collar signified having researched thoroughly his project prior to undertaking it. Ownership was visible to everyone and to Harry the final step towards his goal. The collar snapped easily into place around his neck, Snape sealing it closed with a whispered charm. “Tonight you don’t leave my side understood?” Harry nodded silently as Snape opened the door to the room and stepped out. “I don’t like to share Potter and my colleagues have already expressed interest in you that I’m not willing to oblige.” Inwardly Harry knew that there would be no worry of fighting off others. Snape’s personality wasn’t one of obliging others, sharing wasn’t in his nature.

Downstairs the party had already begun and when Harry and Snape entered the room their entrance was hardly acknowledged. Harry followed Snape closely as they wore their way through the party towards where Lucius sat with a group of death eaters may of whom Harry recognized.
“Severus, what too you so long?” Lucius met Snape with a small and a glass of scotch that the wizard accepted politely. Harry waited until Snape had sat down on a leather armchair before kneeling down at Snape’s feet on the cushions strewn on the floor. Many of the elder wizards at the party had younger wizards sat at their feet, some more willing than others Harry thought as he glanced at the red haired boy sitting at Lucius feet, the boy’s face covered in bruises. What ever Harry had done seemed to please Snape the man’s fingertips brushing the back of Harry’s neck and refocusing Harry’s attention back on his task.
“He’s quite passive isn’t he, I expected a wild one?” Harry didn’t look up at the wizard who spoke and merely listened to Snape accept praise for his ability to control ‘The Great Harry Potter’.

The conversation passed on as the night continued Harry listening and watching in silence as food, drinks, illicit herbal pipes and even the younger wizards were passed around for the enjoyment of the group. Snape accepted all offers graciously and Harry had kept silent and unmoving the entire time, he himself non negotiable. Lucius has passed out between his third bottle of scotch and the blowjob the younger red haired boy at his feet had been instructed to give him. The room was now filled with the noises of sex, drunken laughter and was thick with smoke from the pipes. Snape seemed to be merely soaking up the atmosphere all the while relaxingly stroking his fingers through Harry’s hair, and back and forth across his neck. Harry was oblivious to everything accept Snape’s touch and it was only when that touch was ripped away from him that he noticed reality again. Glancing up Harry bristled as he watched another familiar blonde thrust his tongue down Severus throat in a passionate kiss that Snape seemed to return.

Draco Malfoy.

Harry’s eyes narrowed dangerously as the blonde deposited himself in Snape’s lap not even breaking the kiss as they began grinding against one another in a sickening display of eroticism. Harry was too engrossed and enraged at the sight of his project being stolen that he didn’t notice as a pair of vicious hands hauled him bodily up from the floor and began dragging him away from Severus. Not even bothering to struggle Harry whispered the curse beneath his breath and merely smiled wickedly when a howl of agonizing pain rose up from his captor who realized him instantly. The party fell silent as the wizard continued to scream and choke the curse slowly killing him. Harry didn’t even bother to look at the wizard who’d captured him and simply straightened his robes as the last sickening gurgle left his victims mouth. Only when there was complete silence in the room did Harry look up at where Snape was sat in the chair staring at him. Harry met Snape’s stare with a complete mask of indifference and after a moment Harry saw a sparkle of something in Snape’s eyes his gaze dropping to something lower on Harry’s face. Harry felt it then a warm trickle of liquid flowing down his chin. Somewhere in between being dragged and caught his lip had been split and a thick trail of metallic blood was dripping down his chin onto the floor. Reaching up Harry wiped at the trail of blood and glanced at it on his fingers before looking back up at Snape. The hungry expression on Snape’s face was unexpected but welcome and Harry’s heart beat rose as he watched Snape push Draco off his lap and stride of to him instead.
“Upstairs now.” Snape’s husky growl reverberated. Through Harry’s chest and the boy turned quickly and wove his way back through the stunned silent partygoers. Snape was only a step behind Harry the entire way back up to the room his breathing strained and heavy against Harry’s neck.

No sooner had the door to the room been kicked closed than Harry was slammed against the full-length mirror on the wall beside the entrance. Pinned by the firm weight of Snape pressed against him and with his bloodied hands trying to find purchase on the mirrors surface, Harry was helpless as Snape lapped up the bloodied trail from Harry’s chin to the split lip. Snape captured the boy’s lips in a metallic tasting kiss when he had satisfactorily lapped up the blood. When Snape finally pulled away Harry watched as the wizard licked his lips free of the blood before turning his now yellowed flecked eyes on Harry still pressed against the mirror.
“You always were unique Potter, no one else could play the helpless victim like you and still come out on top.” Snape’s yellowed eyes flickered dangerously as the wizard glanced down to the torn neck of the robe Harry wore. Harry knew what Snape wanted to do and Harry wanted him to do it. Feeling brave and sure of himself Harry shucked off what remained off the robe exposing the tantalizing creamy flesh of his neck to Snape’s craving eyes. Two years worth of determination was going to come to a climax and Harry could practically smell sweet success as the tips of Snape’s pearly white incisors became visible. The sight for Snape must have been too much temptation and Harry practically purred as the elder wizard licked a long trail up Harry’s neck, smelling his scent like a bloodhound. Harry closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt the sharp points of Snape’s teeth scrape over the pulse point but before he felt the puncture the door to the bedroom flung open and a familiar blonde haired boy appeared.

Snape was livid and turned hissing at the blonde who unconsciously took a step back from the formidable sight of the vampire. Harry glared at Draco with malicious intent, the killing curse balanced precariously on the end of his tongue.
“WHAT!” Snape roared at Draco who having recovered his shock now stood almost smugly satisfied beside the door.
“Father is in need of your aid.” Draco smoothly addressed his elder who cursed in the ancient language as he continued to nuzzle at Harry’s neck wantonly.
“Can’t it wait!” Snape growled again in irritation the yellowing beginning to fade from his eyes already despite the temptation Harry provided.
“No it’s urgent.” A sickening sound of bone smashing came up from downstairs to accompany Draco’s statement. With the last of his own transformation receding Snape growled and stepped away forcefully from Harry who was still eyeing Draco with venom.
“Stay here Potter.” Snape snapped before running from the room with angry frustration, leaving Harry and Draco alone. With a careful sigh Harry stepped away from the blood smeared mirror, easily popping his shoulder back into place after Snape had dislocated it with his earlier push. Ignoring Draco Harry strode confidently over to a bowl of fruit beside the bed and picked at the grapes silently. Harry knew the blonde was watching him and it would only be a matter of time before he spoke unable to help himself. Harry knew he’d ruffled a few feathers by his unexpected defection but he’d be damned if anyone got in the way of his project now he was so close.
“So Potty, the dark lord has shown you favor.” Harry smiled to himself at having predicted the second at which Draco had finally cracked. Harry silently sat down on the edge of the bed the bowl of fruits in his lap as he continued to eat the grapes and ignore Draco. “Just because he has accepted you into our ranks doesn’t mean we have to accept it.” Harry sneezed but continued to purposefully ignore the blonde who was getting all the more irritated by not receiving replies for his taunts. “Snape already has a mate he won’t keep you.” Harry wondered how long it would take Draco to get to the point and it seemed it was quicker then Harry expected. Draco was now extremely frustrated and Harry put aside the fruit bowl as he caught the blonde moving towards him. “He’s mine, I was promised to him, I already have his mark,” Harry was unprepared for the surge of violent jealousy that bubbled up inside him as Draco pulled his collar down exposing the tell tale and still purple puncture wounds on the side of his neck. “and when I mature,” Draco never finished his sentence as Harry leapt up from the bed at the blonde. Unprepared for the attack Draco didn’t even manage a scream as Harry tackled him into the bathroom the door swinging closed as Harry went for the ignorant boy trapped inside.

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