What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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38
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46,086
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352
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Into His Hands
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“They’re true.”
Harry bit his lip hard, as the two words filtered out of Snape’s mouth with so little emotional attachment the man could have been talking about anyone but himself and Harry. Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes flashed in the fire light with an unknown emotion as the graying man sat back in his chair, almost taken back by the honest response. Just as Snape had warned it had not taken long for word to spread, no doubt fueled by Draco who’d undoubtedly owled his father overnight. The summons to Dumbledore’s office had come as the two of them had taken tea in the living room of Snape’s quarters in awkward silence. There was no turning back now, and as Harry had dressed hastily he wondered just how Dumbledore would react. What Harry pictured as the headmasters reaction it certainly wasn’t the blank expression on the elder wizards face now. Harry swallowed awkwardly and lowered his gaze to where he was fiddling with the cuffs of his robe. Snape seemed unfazed by the headmaster’s reaction and instead continued to sip from his lemon tea.
“Well, it seems things have progressed further than I would have thought between you two. I will not deny that I am,” Dumbledore paused, the man it seemed at a rare loss for words. “…that I am, a little shocked by this development.” Dumbledore finished as he quickly took a long sip of his own cup of tea. Harry refused to look up at the headmaster as he reached for a biscuit. “Are you quite sure though?” Albus asked abruptly as he looked from Harry to Snape and then back again.
“Believe me headmaster, were either of us not serious I would never had allowed this to get this far. Especially under the circumstances.” Snape answer coolly as he put aside his empty teacup and leaned across to trace his fingertips lightly across Harry’s cheek, in a very dominant display of ownership, but also as an endearing gesture. Harry leaned in to the feather touch, his cheeks pinking slightly as Dumbledore watched the exchange.
“This better not be one of your scheme’s to dissolve Lucius’ promise, Severus. I know how you have suffered by having Draco promised to you, but there are other ways of breaking the promise than this. The consequences of this will reach farther then just your misfortunes Severus. If this is not genuine…” Dumbledore was cut off as Severus stood abruptly from his chair and strode over to face the fire, clearly upset that Dumbledore was questioning his honor.
“I assure you headmaster I am very much aware of the consequences of this relationship, having had a considerable many years to think about it. I have already made clear to Harry what is required of him, and what situations may arise because of it. He and I are in agreement that the benefits to both ourselves and the greater good far outweigh the associated risks.” Harry was impressed with Snape’s reply, having put it forth with enough conviction that even Dumbledore looked emotionally moved by it. “We can not do this however without the order’s support Albus. I am expecting a summons today. By now Draco will have made it clear to his father I have broken the agreement. I need only to convince Voldemort of my ‘plan’ in luring Harry and the promise between Lucius and myself will be absolved.” Snape finished and turned back around from the fire to face Dumbledore who was still nursing his steaming cup of lemon tea, and staring at Harry.
“Do you have anything to say Harry?” Dumbledore whispered calmly as Harry gingerly looked up from his chest and shook his head. “You will need to tell your godfather of your decision as soon as possible Harry. You do not need telling, that his reaction is likely to be less than positive.” Harry nodded in agreement, Sirius had been the last thing on Harry’s mind for the past month and now everything was happening so fast. Harry glanced at Snape for support, the elder wizard confidently nodding his head in agreement.
“I would suggest discussing this with your friends too Harry, it is better that they hear the truth from you so that they may better understand our relationship.” Harry nodded again as Snape moved back over to the chair beside Harry, gently clasping one of Harry’s nervously twisting hands in his own. Dumbledore sighed heavily as he watched the exchange before standing up wearily from his chair.
“I can not say I am not apprehensive about this decision gentlemen, but neither have I the right to interfere in such matters. I will ensure the order continues to support you both in your work.” Dumbledore paused as he huffed a small chuckle to himself his eyes twinkling in mirth. “If you manage to pull this off gentlemen, we may just gain the upper hand in this war after all.” With a knowing raised eyebrow Dumbledore took the stairs into his observatory and disappeared. Assuming they were dismissed Harry and Snape hastily vacated the headmaster’s office and took the revolving staircase back down into the corridors of the school.
“That was too easy.” Snape muttered as he walked along side Harry heading for breakfast, in the great hall. Harry nodded in silent agreement his worry still churning his stomach.
“What do you think he’s up to?” Harry whispered as they passed a group of giggling 1st year girls coming out of the bathroom.
“With Albus it is difficult to say Potter, but I believe the situation we have created plays right into his hands.” Harry frowned in confusion of what Snape was referring to as they paused outside the doors to the great hall, where breakfast was already under way.
“I don’t understand?” Harry whispered careful so that no one over heard them. Snape sighed heavily and straightened his robe as he glanced into the great hall, noticing clearly that Professor McGonagall was staring at them intently.
“The headmaster has hoped for a considerably long time that you and I were better aquatinted Mr. Potter. As much as they hate to admit it, I am your only direct link with Voldemort aside from that scar.” Snape paused and gestured to Harry’s lightening bolt scar on his forehead. “I believe Albus thought our occlumency lessons might have helped us become, allies no least formed a friendship, but like always you have your own agenda.”
“You were a total bastard, you mean.” Harry corrected sharply, reminding Snape politely that it was he, rather than Harry that had made his occlumency lessons a complete failure. Snape huffed at Harry’s presumptuous cheek but chose not to comment as he continued.
“Needless to say Potter, it has taken till now for us to come to a truce,” Snape paused as Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. “Of sorts.” Snape finished quickly before Harry had a chance to mock him. “Believe me when I tell you this situation no matter how ‘delicate’ it is, is just what Dumbledore wants to gain leverage in this war. We were always being manipulated Potter, but now we’re allowing it under our terms.” With a knowing Slytherin smile Snape turned and strode into the chaos of the great hall, leaving Harry staring after Snape, with the distinct feeling that he was the ball in the middle of a football game.
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TBC>>>>
“They’re true.”
Harry bit his lip hard, as the two words filtered out of Snape’s mouth with so little emotional attachment the man could have been talking about anyone but himself and Harry. Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes flashed in the fire light with an unknown emotion as the graying man sat back in his chair, almost taken back by the honest response. Just as Snape had warned it had not taken long for word to spread, no doubt fueled by Draco who’d undoubtedly owled his father overnight. The summons to Dumbledore’s office had come as the two of them had taken tea in the living room of Snape’s quarters in awkward silence. There was no turning back now, and as Harry had dressed hastily he wondered just how Dumbledore would react. What Harry pictured as the headmasters reaction it certainly wasn’t the blank expression on the elder wizards face now. Harry swallowed awkwardly and lowered his gaze to where he was fiddling with the cuffs of his robe. Snape seemed unfazed by the headmaster’s reaction and instead continued to sip from his lemon tea.
“Well, it seems things have progressed further than I would have thought between you two. I will not deny that I am,” Dumbledore paused, the man it seemed at a rare loss for words. “…that I am, a little shocked by this development.” Dumbledore finished as he quickly took a long sip of his own cup of tea. Harry refused to look up at the headmaster as he reached for a biscuit. “Are you quite sure though?” Albus asked abruptly as he looked from Harry to Snape and then back again.
“Believe me headmaster, were either of us not serious I would never had allowed this to get this far. Especially under the circumstances.” Snape answer coolly as he put aside his empty teacup and leaned across to trace his fingertips lightly across Harry’s cheek, in a very dominant display of ownership, but also as an endearing gesture. Harry leaned in to the feather touch, his cheeks pinking slightly as Dumbledore watched the exchange.
“This better not be one of your scheme’s to dissolve Lucius’ promise, Severus. I know how you have suffered by having Draco promised to you, but there are other ways of breaking the promise than this. The consequences of this will reach farther then just your misfortunes Severus. If this is not genuine…” Dumbledore was cut off as Severus stood abruptly from his chair and strode over to face the fire, clearly upset that Dumbledore was questioning his honor.
“I assure you headmaster I am very much aware of the consequences of this relationship, having had a considerable many years to think about it. I have already made clear to Harry what is required of him, and what situations may arise because of it. He and I are in agreement that the benefits to both ourselves and the greater good far outweigh the associated risks.” Harry was impressed with Snape’s reply, having put it forth with enough conviction that even Dumbledore looked emotionally moved by it. “We can not do this however without the order’s support Albus. I am expecting a summons today. By now Draco will have made it clear to his father I have broken the agreement. I need only to convince Voldemort of my ‘plan’ in luring Harry and the promise between Lucius and myself will be absolved.” Snape finished and turned back around from the fire to face Dumbledore who was still nursing his steaming cup of lemon tea, and staring at Harry.
“Do you have anything to say Harry?” Dumbledore whispered calmly as Harry gingerly looked up from his chest and shook his head. “You will need to tell your godfather of your decision as soon as possible Harry. You do not need telling, that his reaction is likely to be less than positive.” Harry nodded in agreement, Sirius had been the last thing on Harry’s mind for the past month and now everything was happening so fast. Harry glanced at Snape for support, the elder wizard confidently nodding his head in agreement.
“I would suggest discussing this with your friends too Harry, it is better that they hear the truth from you so that they may better understand our relationship.” Harry nodded again as Snape moved back over to the chair beside Harry, gently clasping one of Harry’s nervously twisting hands in his own. Dumbledore sighed heavily as he watched the exchange before standing up wearily from his chair.
“I can not say I am not apprehensive about this decision gentlemen, but neither have I the right to interfere in such matters. I will ensure the order continues to support you both in your work.” Dumbledore paused as he huffed a small chuckle to himself his eyes twinkling in mirth. “If you manage to pull this off gentlemen, we may just gain the upper hand in this war after all.” With a knowing raised eyebrow Dumbledore took the stairs into his observatory and disappeared. Assuming they were dismissed Harry and Snape hastily vacated the headmaster’s office and took the revolving staircase back down into the corridors of the school.
“That was too easy.” Snape muttered as he walked along side Harry heading for breakfast, in the great hall. Harry nodded in silent agreement his worry still churning his stomach.
“What do you think he’s up to?” Harry whispered as they passed a group of giggling 1st year girls coming out of the bathroom.
“With Albus it is difficult to say Potter, but I believe the situation we have created plays right into his hands.” Harry frowned in confusion of what Snape was referring to as they paused outside the doors to the great hall, where breakfast was already under way.
“I don’t understand?” Harry whispered careful so that no one over heard them. Snape sighed heavily and straightened his robe as he glanced into the great hall, noticing clearly that Professor McGonagall was staring at them intently.
“The headmaster has hoped for a considerably long time that you and I were better aquatinted Mr. Potter. As much as they hate to admit it, I am your only direct link with Voldemort aside from that scar.” Snape paused and gestured to Harry’s lightening bolt scar on his forehead. “I believe Albus thought our occlumency lessons might have helped us become, allies no least formed a friendship, but like always you have your own agenda.”
“You were a total bastard, you mean.” Harry corrected sharply, reminding Snape politely that it was he, rather than Harry that had made his occlumency lessons a complete failure. Snape huffed at Harry’s presumptuous cheek but chose not to comment as he continued.
“Needless to say Potter, it has taken till now for us to come to a truce,” Snape paused as Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. “Of sorts.” Snape finished quickly before Harry had a chance to mock him. “Believe me when I tell you this situation no matter how ‘delicate’ it is, is just what Dumbledore wants to gain leverage in this war. We were always being manipulated Potter, but now we’re allowing it under our terms.” With a knowing Slytherin smile Snape turned and strode into the chaos of the great hall, leaving Harry staring after Snape, with the distinct feeling that he was the ball in the middle of a football game.
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TBC>>>>