Jigsaw

CHAPTER 20

“Potter I have spent all day struggling to brew this potion on my own the least you can do is oblige me a little cooperation.” Harry backed himself up against the bench as Snape held the sharp steel blade out towards him.

“Yeah obliging but not sacrificial.” Harry snapped as he moved hastily away from Snape who was still approaching him with the knife in his hand.

“Stop being a baby and come here Potter, all I’m asking for is a little nick enough for five drops of blood that’s all. It won’t even hurt!” Harry again dodged Snape who lunged for him. A small cauldron simmered on the bench waiting the final ingredients Snape was trying to obtain from his younger counterpart.

“No. We don’t even know if it’s going to work, I thought you said we were starting from the basics, where in the basics does it require me to shed blood!” Harry protested as he put the bench with the cauldron at top of it between himself and Snape with the knife.

A day.

Harry had left Snape a day on his own and this was the result. The wizard had gone ahead and brewed a potion all by his little self, god knows how in Harry’s estimation but he had. Now though as he’d returned from his outing Snape was waiting for him and his blood so it seemed.

“No we don’t and we won’t know unless I try it and I can’t try it without your blood to finish it off now stop whining and cut yourself or I’ll do it for you.” Snape thrust the knife across the bench at Harry who caught it just before it slid off the edge of the bench.

“Fine!” Harry lifted the knife to his wrist in determination but as soon as he felt the cold steel against his skin he chickened out. “No, I can’t do it, I just can’t.” Harry whispered as he put the knife back on the bench and watched as Snape sighed and tutted irritably.

“You have to Potter. A blood curse by its very nature is born of blood and therefore it stands to reason that the cure to the curse lies in the blood of the one who performed the curse. Now get on with it.” Harry took a deep breath and picked up the knife yet again really determined to do it this time. Harry gritted his teeth and pressed the knife blade to his wrist but he shook too much and the blade didn’t even pierce the skin. Throwing the knife down on the bench Harry stormed out of the room, pushing past Snape who was momentarily disorientated by the knock. Harry sat himself down shaking on the armchair as he heard Snape follow him into the room, the man running into the coffee table before he sat down beside Harry on the arm of the chair. “I don’t understand what the problem is Potter. The little amount of blood I require will not endanger your life and you know I will heal the cut immediately afterwards.” Snape was trying a different tact; Harry knew straight away however it wasn’t going to work.

“I doesn’t matter, big, small, painful or not. Blood is blood and I know I’ll pass out the second I cut myself.” Snape shook his head in confusion his brow furrowing a little as he stared blindly at his companion in the chair.

“I didn’t think you squeamish Potter, after all you’ve seen and the damage you’ve done to yourself both on the Quidditch Pitch and off it I would imagine you used to the sight of your own blood by now.” Harry sighed heavily as Snape questioned him pointedly still not understanding why Harry was being awkward.

“Not my own blood professor, but other peoples. I….” Harry’s hands shook at the very memory of his hands covered with other people’s blood. Harry had scrubbed his hands raw for days after the battle trying to erase the memory of the blood. Harry looked pleadingly up at the professor even though Snape couldn’t see it. “Please sir, there has to be something else I can give you, a lock of hair, or some spit?” Harry asked hopefully watching as Snape went silent for a moment to think about it.

“I suppose I can think of an alternative just for this experiment, but if it should work you will have no choice and I will take the blood by force. Blood is the strongest of the fluids in a body but there are others which might work if not as affectively.” Harry smiled in hope as Snape stood up from the arm of the chair and carefully negotiated his way over to the fireplace to think, his hands tucked behind his back. Snape after a moment began to think allowed to Harry who listened intently. “The added ingredient must be liquid, or fluid to a degree which rules out hair or skin shavings. The additive must be uncontaminated which rules out saliva.” Harry was tempted to ask why but knew he would likely be chastised for his foolishness so kept his mouth shut. “It must also be internally created so urine is definitely out.” Harry screwed his nose up in disgust at that situation, he himself now trying to think what else Snape could use in replacement of his blood. After a moments further thought Harry watched as Snape spun around sharply a smile lighting up his face.

“What?” Harry inquired knowing Snape had found the answer. Snape strode into his potions lab returning a moment later with a clean, sterile potions test tube.

“You’re not going to like it.” Snape muttered, although the smug smile twitching at the corner of his lips betrayed how much he was enjoying his thoughts.

“It’s got to be better than shedding blood.” Harry snapped sharply irritated as Snape pushed the test tube at him.

“I believe you might just eat those words Potter when you hear the alternative.” Harry looked at the test tube in his hand and then back at Snape who was standing with his arms folded across his chest smugly.

“Just tell me what you want and I’ll get it you.” Harry snapped again watching as Snape smiled widely.

“Ejaculatory fluid Mr Potter is what I require.” Harry was floored his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he stared at Snape stunned.

“What?” Harry managed to get out around the lump slowly beginning to rise in his throat. Snape tutted loudly and pursed his lips together tightly.

“Ejaculatory fluid Mr Potter, or if you wish to be crude cum.” Snape’s facial expression was one of complete smug satisfaction as Harry fell silent again.

“You want me to…I mean…what now?” Harry looked at the test tube in his hand in almost fear and then back up at to Snape who was still standing smugly with his arms folded across his chest.

“Yes now Potter, the longer you dither about the longer the unfinished potion sits and the more likely it will spoil. Now drop your pants and start amusing yourself….” Harry stared at Snape still in stunned shock that the professor had so casually just asked him what he had. “…of course if you’d rather the alternative the knife is waiting in my lab.” Snape gestured with his right hand towards the open door of his laboratory and Harry took a moment to debate the situation in his mind. Despite how much less humiliating the knife would be over the alternative, Harry really couldn’t bring himself to shed his own blood even if it was only a few drops. With a resigned sigh Harry put the test tube on the arm of the chair he sat in and reached for the belt holding up his jeans.

“Alright fine but I haven’t done this in a while.” Harry blushed as he lifted his hips and pushed his jeans down to his knees, leaving his cotton boxer shorts still covering him.

“That does surprise me Potter, I thought that was all young men your age did all evening.” Harry glared at Snape who was still standing smugly on the other side of the coffee table his arms folded over his chest. Harry reached for the single button fly on his boxer shorts but paused as he glanced up again at Snape whose cloudy eyes were staring straight through him. The sudden memory of the day at Grimmauld place flashed in Harry’s mind and the boy shuddered involuntarily.

“I can’t do it with you watching me.” Harry snapped watching as Snape tutted irritably again.

“If it has escaped your notice Potter I’m blind and any youthful misgivings you have about performance or indeed physical appearance matter to me not a inch.” Harry continued to stare at Snape who at length sighed and unfolded his arms. “But if you are still suffering from performance anxiety then I will retire to my lab and leave you alone. Just ensure you cleanly capture the fluid in the tube about two or so inches worth should be enough.” With that Harry watched as Snape swept out of the room and into his lab. Harry sighed heavily, knowing he was being irrational. Snape couldn’t see him, and it seemed the man had completely forgotten the incident at Grimmauld Place all those years ago, despite the fact Harry certainly hadn’t. With a sigh Harry undid the fly of his boxer shorts and pulled his lip cock free of its cloth confines. There wasn’t an inch of hardness in his cock not even a twitch and Harry stared at it in disgust. Years, it had been literally years since he’d bothered pleasuring himself. It just didn’t seem important enough to Harry to warrant doing on a regular occurring basis and the amount of pleasure he got from it only marginally over shadowed the complete feeling dissatisfaction after he’d finished.

Still this needed to be done and with another exaggerated sigh Harry closed his eyes and grasped his cock in his right hand as he attempted to find a suitable source of imagination.

‘Women’s world quidditch team shower photo in ‘PlayWizard’ magazine?’

Nope.

‘Samantha Gordon, Ireland’s gorgeous blonde seeker riding Harry’s broom?’

Nope.

‘Entire women’s world quidditch team with Samantha Gordon on Harry’s broom?’

Better.

‘Licking each other?’

Nope.

‘Sucking?’

Even worse completely new thought not quidditch related or women orientated.
‘Charlie Weasley swimming in the lake last summer?’

Good.

‘Charlie Weasley swimming with Bill Weasley in the lake last summer?’

Getting Better.

‘Swimming in the lake naked with the elder Wealsey’s?’

Getting There.

‘Swimming with Snape a month ago?’

We have lift off.

‘Swimming naked with Severus and kissing that absolutely sinful mouth of his….’

BINGO!

Harry’s eyes sprung open at the very thought, unsure of where if had come from. Unfortunately though it had had the desired affect and Harry was now hard as a rock and his hand was sliding easily up and down his length now slicked with pre-cum. Admittedly Harry’s cock wasn’t big especially compared to the Weasley’s but Harry liked to consider himself a comfortable length. Harry worried his lip as he stroked his cock faster, trying not to make a noise. Snape may have been blind but he certainly wasn’t deaf. At the mere mention of the man’s name Harry’s cock pulsed in his hand and the boy instinctively glanced over to the entrance into the potions lab. Snape was sitting on the stool at the bench, his back to Harry. The man was leaning over stirring the still simmering potion waiting almost patiently for Harry’s final ingredient. Harry couldn’t help but stare at the man who was completely oblivious to Harry’s perusal of him. Snape was lean, but not boney. He was well muscled beneath the flow of robes around him but not bulky. His hair was shoulder length, neatly trimmed and tied up with a leather band to keep it from falling in the potion. From his position on the chair Harry could just see the angular chin, the sculptured cheekbones and the very tip of that strange nose. Briefly Harry wondered what it would feel like to run his tongue along the cheek and down onto those thin ruby lips. The mere image made Harry shudder with desire grabbing at the sterile tube on the arm of the chair Harry easily set himself up as he increased the already frantic pace he’d set on himself. All the while Harry stared at Snape his mind supplying the images while his hand did the work. In less than a few seconds it was over and turned his head and bit down on the wing of the armchair as he shuddered and came in long white tendrils into the offending glass tube.

After a few more satisfying strokes Harry let go of his rapidly softening cock and slumped breathlessly in the arm chair the test tube of his white essence balanced precariously between his thumb and forefinger in his left hand.

“A lot of work for so little.” Harry whispered beneath his breath as he stoppered the tube and got up to use the bathroom. Returning to the living room, his clothes restored and having splashed some water on his face Harry picked up the test tube and wandered casually into the lab where Severus was still patiently stirring the potion.

“You took your time.” Snape commented slyly as he felt Harry sit down beside him at the bench, the boy handing the wizard the test tube. “Still warm.” Snape chuckled as he rolled the test tube in his hand as if feeling its weight. Harry didn’t rise to Snape’s teasing mildly disturbed and feeling more than a little guilty of the thoughts he’d used to get the sample. Perhaps Sirius had seen something Harry himself had thought he’d gotten over when he was a kid. Harry watched as the viscous, shiny fluid rolled around in the tube as Snape shook it up before unstoppering the bottle. “If my calculations are correct if I add six drops of this it will hopefully be equivalent of the two required drops of blood. It will be enough to see if it works but not enough to cause more damage should it not. Count them for me.” Harry watched in ore as Snape held the tube over the steaming cauldron and expertly held the glass tube at exactly the right angle to allow a single drop at a time to enter the potion. The first drop made the potion sizzle and spit the second caused a little smoke. By the time six drops had been added the potion had turned from a rather ugly shade of mauve to a bright crimson colour. “Is it red?” Snape inquired as he wafted a little of the steam into his face so he could smell the potion.

“Yeah.” Harry whispered as he extinguished the flame beneath the cauldron and gently ladled a spoon full of red substance into a small beaker as instructed by Snape.

“Right we let it cool and then I try it.” Snape muttered as he stood up from the bench and moved over to the sink to wash his hands.

“You’re actually going to drink it? It looks like blood Snape not to mention the fact it’s got my…..well you know what in it.” Harry looked at Snape in disgust and watched as the man sighed heavily.

“Yes I am going to drink it Potter or what was the point in making it and I would very much prefer you didn’t remind me of the contents of it unless you wish for me to be ill.” Harry obediently nodded and picked up the beaker with the potion in it and followed Snape back out into the lounge. Thankfully Harry and Snape had eaten earlier when Harry had first got home because the foul smell coming from the potion was making Harry’s stomach roll.

“You’re either brave or stupid.” Harry whispered as he watched Snape fetch himself a glass of brandy and sat himself down on the edge of the chair. Snape gestured to the potion and Harry obediently placed it into Snape’s grasp noting silently that the man shook.

“Neither, I’m just desperate, there’s a difference.” Snape whispered as he took a deep breath and put the beaker of potion to his lips and downed the vile blood coloured potion in one foul go. When the beaker was empty the wizard instantly followed it with a large swig of brandy from his cut crystal glass. Harry retched physically in sympathy as Snape shook his head obviously fighting to keep the potion he’d just drunk down. After a minute or too Snape relaxed back into his armchair and sighed heavily. “The affects will probably not start working for a few hours, I believe I’m going to go to bed now to see if I can sleep through the worst should they occur.” Harry nodded and helped Snape into his bedroom.

“Do you want me to stay up?” Harry inquired his concern for Snape now ten fold. Snape was essentially using himself as lab rat; testing a potion neither of them knew what affect it would have.

“No, I’ll get you if I need assistance but I should sleep through the worst of any side affects.” Harry nodded and with a final glance back at Snape closed the door to the bedroom and returned to the lounge. Harry was upset and worried and although he got ready for bed and lay in his cot by the fire he couldn’t sleep instead listening intently for any signs of upset in Snape’s bedroom. It was only sheer exhaustion that finally robbed him of consciousness and he slid into darkness of slumber.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>