Two Halves Of The Prince

Harry gasped as he was pulled from the swirling memory. He thought he heard Snape say something more but it became inaudible when he felt his feet hit the floor. Harry looked about and saw Lupin standing off to one side of the room, looking forlorn. Lupin felt embarrassed as he felt Harry's eyes upon him. Judging him most likely. He had just allowed Harry to see something that no one else knew other than those who had been in the room that night and he waited for Harry, James's only son, to speak.

"He hurt you, and you let him get away with it!" Harry exploded. "He had no right to do what he did to you. He should be rotting in Azkaban!" he added, taking a step closer to the former Professor.

He stared at the man for a moment, the thought suddenly dawning on him that Lupin thought he was judging him for his sexuality.

"Professor I don't care that you're gay," Harry said softly, trying to look sympathetically at werewolf.

Lupin drew a deep breath at this last comment. He shut his eyes and buried his face in his hands, rubbing his face soothingly. He lifted his head back up and spoke.

"Harry, you don't understand..." Remus whispered.

"What? What's not to understand? That bastard took advantage of you. No one blames you for what happened," Harry countered, laying a hand on the man's arm, only to feel him shutter at the contact.

"Harry, I..." he whispered, his throat twisting in pain as he fought to keep his emotions in.

But he came to a realization that both drove him to tears and sent shame throughout him; Harry was right, wiser than his father had been, he was right. He sobbed on the boy's shoulder, the pain of that night coming back to him in full force. Harry was shocked to see his Professor break down like this.

"It's ok Professor," Harry whispered, lightly patting him on the back.

"Just let it out. Tell me whatever you need to," Harry coaxed. He wanted to know everything. He was going to hunt down that greasy faggot and kill him.

"H-Harry, he told me he l-loved me..." Lupin cried, shuddering with tears every breath he took. "He made me feel... absolutely amazing... and to know it was all just a-a lie..." he gave a loud sob, turning away from Harry and striding over to the window where he cried, supporting himself on the windowsill.

"I loved him so much... and all that time... he was using me, lying to me..."

"He's a bastard and a prick," Harry muttered more to himself than to Remus.

"If you don't mind me asking though sir, why were you...attracted to him?" Harry asked, posing the question as tenderly as possible.

The boy stood there, waiting for a response, hoping he hadn’t just offended his former teacher. Lupin shut his eyes.

"Because he was like me." He said sadness present in his voice, "I watched him at the mercy of James and Sirius... an outcast..." He looked around at Harry, his eyes almost pleading.

"Surely you must know what that feels like?"

"But...my dad and Sirius, they were gay too...and they still picked on him. Even though they knew you had feelings for him?" Harry asked in a bewildered tone.

"That doesn't make sense," he muttered, running a hand through his unruly black hair

Lupin took Harry by the shoulders. "You know how obsessed he was with the Dark Arts. How obsessed he still is..." he hissed, squeezing the boy.

"You know the powers he has... how our minds become malleable and completely under his control. No one is safe. No one could stop him; the hunger I’d see in his eyes when he..." Lupin broke off, releasing Harry at once and striding over to the window once more.

"When he what!' Harry protested, moving swiftly to stand by the werewolf, urging him silently to look at him and answer.

"I-I can't...I won't...nothing." Remus finished, shaking his head and hearing the new sound of battering rain against the windowpane; a storm had begun to brew outside.

He closed his eyes, almost like he wasn't on control of his own thoughts, and he began hearing screams. They were coming from his own mouth. "No! No! Please don't do this! Don't do this to me!" he screamed, being forced down onto a bed. He was petrified, the boy who had jet-black hair draped almost madly in front of his face came down on him... taunting him... torturing him.

Harry saw the faraway look in Lupin's eyes and longed to know what he was remembering. He feared startling the man. He didn't want to upset him. He knew there was something he wasn't being told and he was going to find out.

"Professor Lupin...please...just show me. I want to help," Harry murmured in a pleading tone.

Lupin was beginning to sweat, his eyes still closed. He kept still, his mind playing back the haunting memories like a filmstrip.

Severus glared down at the boy, struggling against the leather straps that bound him. Remus was strung up between two poles, stripped completely naked. Severus circled him, whip in hand. He stopped behind the bound boy and ran the whip gently across Remus's chest, tickling the light hairs.

"Tell me Remus. Did you enjoy having power over Potter?" he cooed in the werewolf's ear. He was referencing the events of two days previous.

Remus shuddered under Severus's touch and shook his head furiously, "No." he gasped, still struggling with the bonds.

He needed to get out... he needed to escape. He didn't like this... he was so frightened.

"Good," Severus hissed, running his tongue along Remus's neck. Without warning, Severus stepped back and brought the whip down on his submissive's bare back. The whip cracked two more times before he circled around to the front. Remus's head hung against his chest.

"Look at me," Severus demanded.

Remus felt the blows tear into his flesh, leaving stinging wounds. He wondered how Sirius had endured what had happened to him. It could have be nothing but manipulation. Sirius had looked into Snape's eyes an instantly become a slave...looked into his eyes. Remus kept his head where it was.

"I said look at me," Severus growled, grasping Remus's chin in his hand and thrusting it upwards. He found that Remus had closed his eyes.

"Open your eyes Remus," he said, his tone calm and warm, a stark contrast to his inner core. He could sense that Remus was fighting tears.

"You are not weak Remus" he hissed. "What have I said about weakness," he snarled, tightening his grip on Remus.

"I am not weak!" Remus yelled at him, instantly wishing he had not.

He was going to get it...but he had fought. He had rebelled. That was something he could at least have dignity for in the back of his mind before it was all stripped away from him. Severus released Remus, taking a step back, appalled.

"How dare you raise your voice to me you worthless bitch," Severus howled, striking him across the face before splintering the flesh on his chest and abdomen.

"You do not disobey me," he snapped, retrieving his wand and sending Remus's body into excruciating pain.

Remus had never experienced a pain so bad... for the first time in his life he wanted to die... he did not want to hurt anymore. It would not go away; it would never go away... His throat felt like it was being ripped apart violently from his screaming. Oh gods he just wanted to die. Just as suddenly as he had cast the spell, Severus, lowered his wand, releasing Remus from the pain.

"Do you know what spell that was Remus?" the sallow skinned teen simpered.

"No? That was the Cruciartus Curse," Severus continued, his eyes flashing with delight.

"Are you ever going to raise your voice to me again?" he queried, his wand hand itching anxiously.
Remus shook his head, holding his breath in fear. "No." He croaked.

His body felt exhausted...he was so weak...and then he realized what Severus had just said; his love had just performed an Unforgivable on him. Something that could sent a wizard directly to jail.

Severus saw the light of recognition in Remus's eyes. Taking a step towards the boy, Severus ran a hand through Remus's sweat-matted hair, causing him to flinch.

"Now you don't want me to have to do that again hmm," he whispered serenely.

"Speak a word of it to anyone and it will be much worse for you my love," the dominant male hissed, pressing his lips to Remus's pulsing carotid vein.

Remus shuddered from contact of the boy. He no longer felt pleasure at Severus's touch as he had done so many times before. It was...disgust. Severus removed his lips from Remus's neck and stared straight at him, the werewolf's eyes still closed. He would open them no matter what he had to do. He pressed the tip of his wand against Remus's throat.

"Open your eyes Remus," he murmured, coaxing.

When the boy did not comply, he exerted more pressure on the wand, cutting down on the submissive's ability to breathe properly. Remus gagged. He began to choke, tears welling up in his eyes. Remus obeyed but had his eyes focused on the floor of the room, on Severus’s feet. He could not look into his eyes...he couldn't.

"Look at me," Severus whispered in silky tones.

He grew impatient when Remus did not lift his head. He first slapped him across the face and then forced his head up until their eyes met. In that instant Severus knew Remus would cease to fight him. Remus felt the contact and struggled, but he couldn't do a thing. He couldn't shut them or look away. He was Severus's to have. To own, to pleasure. "I love you..." He whispered softly, lunging to kiss his man.

"Professor?" came the distant voice of Harry. "Are you ok? Sir?"

Harry looked worried. Remus had gone quiet and sickly pale. He reached out a hand and placed it on the werewolf’s shoulder, causing him to jump. Remus uttered a cry, startled violently out of his thoughts.

"Harry I... I'm fine." he replied in an assuring tone, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder. He was still a little shaken but he gulped and let out a sigh.

"You don't look fine," Harry muttered.

He could tell something was troubling Lupin and he had a feeling it had to do with Snape. Harry also knew that Lupin would not confide in him for some reason and that hurt Harry.

"You're scaring me Professor," he said a little louder.

"I was thinking." Lupin said simply, smiling with a great effort to disguise his tormented reflections. "Not to worry." The werewolf added.

"I'm going to go get a drink," Harry mumbled.

He needed to think this over. He needed to talk to McGonagall. He placed his hand on the door handle and shot Lupin one last look before pulling it open. There standing before was Severus Snape, looking smug. Harry let out a yelp as he backed up. His first instinct was not what he had thought it would be. He thought that the next time he saw Snape, he would avenge Dumbledore but that was not the case. His first priority was protecting Lupin. Severus slid over the threshold but made no sound.

Lupin turned to see what Harry had yelped about and received what felt like 1000 volts of electric shock. He cowered at once, his hands over his face as he fell to the floor of the room in outmost fear.

"No, please..." he whined, shielding his eyes from the man and shaking violently.

Harry glared at Snape and moved to stand between him and Lupin. "You want him, you have to deal with me first you sick bastard," Harry spat, pulling out his wand.

"So much like your father Potter. Weak, foolish and disobedient," Severus hissed in a tone just above a whisper.

"I never thought I'd meet someone worse than Voldemort, but I have....you," Harry growled.

"Do not doubt the Dark Lord's power you ungrateful prat," Severus snickered, taking a step towards Harry.

"Traitor," Harry howled. "Sectu-" he began but found himself hitting the wall behind him.

"It is time I teach you a lesson about respect and the use of another's property without permission," Severus seethed, glancing at Remus.

"Get up," he barked.

Remus shook more greatly as he slowly lifted himself up off the floor, staring at the wall behind Snape.

"Please..." he begged, shutting his eyes tightly and then opening them again to stare at the same spot.

He did not want Harry to see how he became at Severus's hands, but he did not have a choice. Severus was far more powerful than he and he knew it. It killed him.

"All these years and you still fight it Remus," he muttered with a small shake of his head.

"Get up Potter," Severus bellowed.

Harry tried to resist but found he couldn't. He pulled himself off of the ground and looked at the older man in confusion. The boy closed his eyes and shook his head. Upon opening them again he was thinking clearly. He would not let Snape make him another brainwashed pawn in his sick game.

"You better start running coward," Harry snapped.

Remus let out a whimper as he watched his former student slowly begin to approach Snape. Harry was in great danger and there was nothing he could do about it. He began to breathe frantically, nervous as ever.

"What do you want me to do?" Remus asked softly, his voice shaking badly.

Harry tried to call out, to tell Remus he could fight it but he couldn't seem to find his voice. Instead his eyes focused on the door that was now closing and locking. Harry began to panic. If Lupin wasn't on his side then he was screwed. He'd seen what kind of power Snape had and he did not wish to experience it first hand.

"Hold him still," Severus ordered of Remus.

Harry shook his head, beginning to back but was not fast enough. Remus did as he was told, keeping his mind set on the wall and the wall only. He would not give in this time... he would never. But he continued his act, knowing that Snape was buying it so far. Severus thought Remus was in his control, so much that eye contact didn't matter...well he was wrong. He was a man now, not a coward, he would outwit Severus Snape.
Harry winced as he felt Remus's hands clasp his upper arms.

"Please Professor Lupin. You don't have to listen to him," Harry pleaded. At this Severus let out a cackle.

"You are very right Potter. He doesn't have to listen to me but he knows the consequences if he doesn't," Severus simpered moving to stand behind both of them. He placed his lips next to Remus's ear. "You don't fool me Lupin. You can't stare at that wall forever. You will break eventually," he hissed so quietly Harry had to strain to hear what was being said.

Remus's lip quivered at these words and vulnerability poured into him. He bit down hard on his lip and fought still, concentrating. He wouldn't give in, he couldn't; Harry was in danger now, his best friend's son. But he could taste the failure...it seemed to scream at him from all sides. He narrowed his eyes and there was a fire inside them he had never shown as he kept them on that wall. He would not allow himself to let James down. Never.

Harry began to shake as the mere presence of Snape loomed behind him. 'Oh god please don't let this happen. What did I do to deserve this?' he thought fully aware that Snape was probably reading his thoughts at that moment.

"Be stubborn then Lupin," Severus murmured, running a slender finger along his shoulder and down his arm, causing the man to shiver.

"I shall have what I desire," he whispered darkly moving around them to face Harry.

"No one is going to help you Potter so stop trying," Severus commanded, a look of pure hunger in his eyes that Harry had never seen before.

"You wish to know as you say what you have done to deserve this. You are the product of disobedience. Your father disobeyed me. Blame him Potter," Severus spat, running a hand gently along Harry's cheek.


"Don't touch me," Harry snarled.

"Such disregard for authority must be punished Harry," Severus said softly before striking the boy on the face.

Harry let out a whimper of pain. Yes he'd been hit by his Uncle as a child but not like this. Not with this type of power.

"Get away from him." Remus shot. "Take me. Do what you w-want with me, Harry has done nothing... M-master." He said quietly, stammering.

He fought back tears that wanted to flow freely down his cheeks like they had done twenty years ago, but this was not twenty years ago. This was today. This was now. Harry was astonished. His ears surely had just deceived him. Had Lupin really called Snape, Master?

"Always trying to sacrifice yourself for others Remus. Such a Gryffindor quality. You will have your time but it is not now. Potter will be taught the lesson his father should have learned years ago," Severus hissed.

"I'm not my father," Harry whispered, the only volume he seemed capable of at the moment. Severus seemed to ignore him.

"Do not show weakness Remus. You know how I loathe weakness," he growled before backhanding Harry, knocking his glasses across the room, much like he had done to James all those years ago.

"Be a good boy Harry," Severus sniggered, pressing his lips to the young wizard's.

Licking his bottom lip. Harry squirmed, trying to escape. He couldn't move. And then something happened, something he hoped was nothing but a nightmare. He moaned. It was a moan of enjoyment. 'No. No I'm not enjoying this. It's disgusting. I'm not gay' his mind shouted.

Remus didn't know how to think, how to feel as he heard a fresh moan escape Harry's lips. He suddenly leapt forward with all of his might and broke the kiss, tackling Severus to the ground by his wrists, and pinning the man to the floor.

"Harry, escape!" he shouted, feeling Snape struggle greatly. "Go!" Remus yelled at the boy who seemed unable to function.

'Oh no...He can't.' Remus thought in deep turmoil. Remus struggled more, and tears he had not cried since he was a boy fought their way out of him. He had failed.
Harry stared at the two men struggling on the floor in front of him. He saw Remus forming words but did not comprehend what he was saying.

"That's right Remus. You have failed again. I will have him for my own," Severus ground out.

Playing on a particular flexibility in his wrists, he grabbed Remus and flung him into a nearby desk. In seconds, Severus had the man screaming in bone-crushing pain; the Cruciartus Curse.

"You no better than to disobey me," crooned Severus, finally releasing Remus.

He turned his attention back to Harry, summoning the boy with a twitch of his finger. He soon had the boy in a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry moaned again, this time louder and longer. He tried to pull out, to breathe but he couldn't. Remus lay gasping for breath on the floor. His back hurt... he felt something fractured within him from the blow. But still he fought, he got up again. He only knew one way to save Harry. One way. He ran forward and shoved Harry roughly onto the floor, capturing Severus's tender lips in his. He put his hands in the back of Severus's hair to hold him there as he kissed. The effects were instantaneous, just like he had felt so many years ago. He had lost all thought of resistance…all he needed was Severus. He wanted Severus.

"Touch me, Master." He whispered.

Severus let out a long purr as he permitted Remus's tongue to enter his mouth. He pushed Remus against the wall, kissing him harder. By some feat Severus managed to dislodge Remus's hands from his head and held them above the werewolf's head. He pulled out of the kiss. "There, I touched you," he mocked with a harsh bark of laughter.

Remus felt angry... but wait--how could he feel so? He should be begging... He got on his knees quickly, tugging at Snape's robes,

"No please! I want you, I need you Severus! Fuck me, please fuck me!" he begged with everything he had. He lunged forward and kissed Severus once more.

"I said in time Remus," Severus snapped, pushing the man away. He was growing tired of Remus's begging. He grabbed Harry by the wrist and flung him at the nearest desk, eliciting a cry. With a flick of his wrist, Harry was naked from the waist down. Without hesitation, Severus rammed into the boy.

"Ah," Harry screeched as pain ripped through him like never before.

"You will be mine Potter. It's in your blood. You are your father's disobedience," Severus hissed in the boy's ear over and over again.

"No," Harry protested again and again, each time getting softer and more tear filled.

”Say it Harry. It will make it all better," Sev cooed.

"Yes....I...I'm...yours," Harry bawled, shaking from head to toe, not noticing the hot milky fluid flowing from his own body onto the floor.