The Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,074
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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It is later a whole day has gone by since Harry has given himself over to me. I study his broken and bleeding form draped over the couch. The Dark Lord was pleased indeed with my little gift and said pleasure is visible on the brat's back and legs. Fortunately most of the wounds can be healed and only flesh damage has been inflicted. The brat will hurt like hell for a while but he isn't permanently damaged. The Dark Lord wants him to live a long life indeed now that the Boy Who Lived is no longer a threat.
I can smell the blood seeping from the half closed wounds the rich metallic sent awakening a hunger which has been dormant for quite some time. The boy regains consciousness and turns his head to look at me. I smile down on him and kneel by the couch summoning my medical bag. He has passed the first test today while the Dark Lord was entertaining himself at the expense of Harry's hide the boy didn't beg. In the end he had screamed and cried of course but not once had he asked for mercy. The minimal healing he's going to get is his reward for passing. The Dark Lord will want to see scars as a reminded but there is no sense in leaving more then skin deep reminders. I spell the shreds of cloth away which are all what is left of the boys clothing. He whimpers when a few wounds are opened up again. The sound is all the sweeter because this time his cries are strictly for me. Crimson stains my fingers as I clean out the wounds and cover them with salve making sure to probe them deeply. Harry doesn't move all through the process but willingly surrenders his control. When I turn his face up to look at me his cheeks are stained with tears. Blood and tears I can't resist the substances...Wounded and lost as he is I can see Lily in his death curse green eyes. Ach Lily if it wasn't for you the boy would be dead and save from all he is to face now. Are you cursing my name wherever you are for being selfish? Or do you understand? Harry's blood is sweet on my tong and the fear in his eyes as he watches me lick my fingers clean intoxicating. I wonder if he's finally starting to realize he's made a deal with the devil? Even if it's the devil he knows.
I can smell the blood seeping from the half closed wounds the rich metallic sent awakening a hunger which has been dormant for quite some time. The boy regains consciousness and turns his head to look at me. I smile down on him and kneel by the couch summoning my medical bag. He has passed the first test today while the Dark Lord was entertaining himself at the expense of Harry's hide the boy didn't beg. In the end he had screamed and cried of course but not once had he asked for mercy. The minimal healing he's going to get is his reward for passing. The Dark Lord will want to see scars as a reminded but there is no sense in leaving more then skin deep reminders. I spell the shreds of cloth away which are all what is left of the boys clothing. He whimpers when a few wounds are opened up again. The sound is all the sweeter because this time his cries are strictly for me. Crimson stains my fingers as I clean out the wounds and cover them with salve making sure to probe them deeply. Harry doesn't move all through the process but willingly surrenders his control. When I turn his face up to look at me his cheeks are stained with tears. Blood and tears I can't resist the substances...Wounded and lost as he is I can see Lily in his death curse green eyes. Ach Lily if it wasn't for you the boy would be dead and save from all he is to face now. Are you cursing my name wherever you are for being selfish? Or do you understand? Harry's blood is sweet on my tong and the fear in his eyes as he watches me lick my fingers clean intoxicating. I wonder if he's finally starting to realize he's made a deal with the devil? Even if it's the devil he knows.