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By: Silver Wings of Demon

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot. Every character belongs to JKR. And I’m not making money of this…
Warnings: sex, torture, incest.
Pairings: HarrySeverus, DracoLucius.
Summary: Harry and Severus are a couple. Perfectly happy, but then the Dark Lord finds it out, and he punishes the Spy… Draco and Harry are friends. Fighting at the same side. Severus tries to convince Lucius to join them…


Chapter 2 (Severus’ POV)

You’re sleeping peacefully in my arms. Your head resting on my chest, using me as a pillow. I smile. Who would ever have thought that I, the ice-cold, mean Potion Master would fall in love with the Golden Boy? The Boy who Lived. You… Harry.
You’ve always wanted to just be Harry… Not the one who defeated Voldemort the first time, not the boy who is the only chance to defeat him again, not the future Saviour of the Wizard World. You just want to be Harry. Believe me, I’ve never seen you otherwise than that. Perhaps in the beginning I just saw you as the son of James, but my opinion quickly changed, even though nobody knew that. After all, who could I have told that I had fallen for you? Me, Snape. Beside, I am your teacher. I smirk softly. You did know how to convince me…
You grind yourself closer to me. Warm breathing tickles my neck. Your naked body pressed close to mine.
I’m about to fall asleep again, when a sudden burning on my arm fully wakes me. The Mark is dark, calling me to him. I grunt. What now? Why now? I gently, carefully entangle myself from you. Standing up without making a sound. Dressing and stepping to the fireplace.

I arrive at the graveyard. Everybody is present. Voldemort is sitting on his throne.
“Severus…”
His sneaky voice has a dangerous undertone. His eyes are burning with a kind of fire I don’t know.
“Is it true Severus? Are you betraying me…?”
Soft whispered words. To soft to my liking… I know that if I deny, he will know that I’m lying. But if I admit it… So instead I remain silent. Knowing that he’ll know I do.
His eyes narrow. Anger clearly visible on his white face, there’s nothing I can do to stop what is about to happen… But still it comes as a shock when the curse hits me.
“Crucio!”
I slump on the ground. Cringing. However, not a sound leaves my lips. I will not give him that pleasure… He will not break me. I will not let him break me.
He’s waiting for me… Harry… I promised I would not leave him… We were going to finish this together.
He will not break me!
Finally he pulls back. Levitation me over to one of the prison chambers they made there…
I crash down on the bed. Not even feeling that it’s just a wooden plank. His hand roughly pulls up my face. Pushing his lustful lips on mine. I shiver, trying to keep those memories at bay. He pulls back and I gasp. Something slides down my throat. I look up at Voldemort. That evil smirk at place. He’s holding a crystal bottle. I cringe, already knowing what potion it is. After all, I brewed it myself… How ironic… He leaves, letting me think about what’s going to happen. Minutes pass by, and the only thing I think about is Harry. If I have to die, and I have to, that potion will make sure I do, I want to see him one last time, hold him, kiss him, tell him that he’ll be alright, say that I’m sorry I won’t be able to finish this with him.
Inwardly I squirm when I hear the door open again. Soft steps coming closer. A hand on my back. I know that touch. Slowly I open my eyes. Blond, long hair.
“Lucius…” My voice is nothing but a hoarse whisper.
“Why? You betrayed him. For Potter? Why?”
I close my eyes and sigh.
“Why what? Why Harry, or why I betrayed him?”
I know you can hear the sarcasm underneath my tired words.
“The second. Why you chose Potter, I can see that…”
A soft snicker escapes my lips… Looking you in the eye.
“Are you here at his order? Because if you are, you can as well walk through that door again, I will not speak to you…”
You shake your head gently. “I’m here without his knowing.”
I knew that, yet I had to be sure.
“It’s just wrong Lucius… What he does, what we do, it’s wrong… Torturing, killing people, just for fun, just for showing that Voldemort is the post powerful wizard… It’s just wrong. And I can’t live like that anymore. You can say that I have softened, well, it’s true. I have, and I don’t mind one bit…”
You simply look at me, silently. I close my eyes again. Letting the few minutes of peace wash over me. Lucius and I have never been able to fight. When we are together, there’s a calming present around us. We’ve never been able to lie to each other. Or to keep secrets from each other…
“And Dray…?”
You whisper so softly that I first doubted I heard something.
“He’s at our side…”
You look at me, a strange expression in your eyes.
“Our side? Your side, Dumbledore’s side…”
I nod. It’s the only thing I can do… I know what you feel for your son.
I can see the struggling on your face. And I let you, knowing that it would do no good if I push you…
And suddenly you stand up, leaving the room…

Half an hour later you are back. No mask, no Death Eater uniform. Just you, in your normal robes. Without a word you take my arm, placing it around your shoulder. You carefully help me up. Guiding me outside, to the fireplace.
A second later we arrive at my room at Hogwarts. The moment we enter, Harry is standing next to me. Catching me when I fall forwards. He eyes Lucius suspicious, but says nothing. Helping me walk to the bed. He looks at me. Searching my eyes. A small, sad smile graces his lips when he finds the answer.
“Mr Malfoy, Could you warn Professor Dumbledore please…”
I can see Lucius look at you in surprise, but he does as you ask.
You’re holding my hand, brushing some strands of my hair out of my face. Heaven, I don’t want to leave you…
I feel my eyes fall shut. Darkness surrounds me, and I can’t fight it. Goodbye my love…
Out of the distance I can hear you yell not to leave you. I’m so sorry. So sorry my Harry…

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TBC...

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AN: Well, second chapter done... :) Please, R&R :)