Protector

Author’s Notes: Okay, objective: Must get 5 reviews on story before continual. Since I had three reviews on last chapter…I decided to reward you…enjoy ^^

**Previously**

Severus pulled Harry’s chin to look at him, his eyes soft with sympathy. He didn’t seem to quite know what he was doing, but he leaned pressing his dry lips to the salty lips that he now claimed to be his. His tongue lapped the lower lip, asking for entrance. When he was granted entrance, his tongue slid into the hot mouth that was even more delicious then he had ever thought a mouth to be. But his mind caught up with his body and he pulled away.

“I’m sorry…” He pulled his form from the boy and held his mouth, thinking of a way to explain himself.

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Part III: Stay

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Harry’s eyes glazed over Severus, noticing that his mouth was still open from the previous situation. He quickly shut it and began to fidget with the blanket a bit, not bringing his eyes to meet his professor’s.

Severus finally found his words, trusting his voice enough to speak. “I was simply trying to find a way to calm you, Potter.” His cold stare was back, but he felt guilty of having to return to his iced mask. The boy shuddered, nodding his head simply in reply.

“I understand, sir.” Harry leaned back into the bed. The kiss had been amazing and he found himself wondering what it might have escalated to if his professor hadn’t pulled away. He felt helpless to do anything as he found the memories of his uncle hovering over him and screaming foul words into his ears.

****Memory****

Harry walked quietly down the hall, hoping that he would not wake any of his relatives on his trip to the bathroom. He sighed when he still heard the overly loud snores from his uncle in the bedroom. He shuffled into the bathroom, quietly locking it and proceeding to his business. Once he was finished, he walked out of the bathroom, hoping that he would have the same luck as he had before.

A hand grabbed his shoulder roughly, the nails digging into his skin and the tight grip crushing his frail bones. Harry felt hot breath on his neck and he knew, knew that his uncle was behind him. Vernon pushed Harry into his room, leaving no time for Harry to react to the sudden rush of items into his chest. He was thrown to the ground with a kick to his stomach. Harry rolled to his side, coughing out the hot liquid that gurgled in his throat. The red essence seeped from his oral cavity to the floor, pooling on impact. He felt another kick to his stomach and tried with all his might to suppress a cry of pain. He knew that if he cried the beatings would become more damaging and painful.

Vernon finally grabbed Harry by his hair, pulling the dark strands to allow the boy to stand. His head was thrusted back with the painful stinging of his hair being ripped. He felt teeth writhing ihis his neck. The harsh bites caused blood to pour into his jugular, hoping upon release. He let a small whimper pass his lips as the bites became more violent. His neck throbbed with pain as his uncles hands passed lower still.

He was pushed onto his bed and an over powering weight placed on top of him. He knew that his uncle was very overweight and he feared his body breaking because of it. Only two of his ribs cracked as a result to the massive weight. He cried out in pain as a rib exited his inner bearings through the skin and pressing itself agaithe the man above him.

Vernon let out a low laugh before getting up. He chuckled as he gave Harry a grudged glare, “Make sure you clean up, tomorrow I will be coming to your room and teaching you more than you know now.”

****End of memory****

Tears rolled from his eyes as he remembered the pain he felt and the fear he had when he first found out about the rape. After that incident, Vernon began to come to his room every night and rape him until he was numb with blood. Everything was rushing into his memory as Severus watched him from the side of his bed.

Sev was was amazed to watch the boy go from timid to extremely depressed. He wondered what the boy had remembered, but he too remembered what Poppy had told him about Harry.

***Memory***

Poppy walked into the small meeting room, her eyes gazing to the floor as she sat down at the table. Severus fingered the table impatiently, awaiting the results. Dumbledore watched the woman fidget uncomfortably. He had lost his twinkle this week. He was also seen many times moping down the hallways, waiting for Harry to awake.

Poppy let a low sigh exit her mouth and began her horrific data. “It was worst then I had expected. Harry suffered much during the past few weeks. He has countless bones broken and bruises that color his skin in almost all places. His jaw is almost broken, if not now, later if we had left him. And…” She put her eyes to the table as a tear swiftly rolled from her eyes. “…he was raped over a course of a week by my evidence; the most brutal sort of way imaginable. He has rope marks on his neck, wrists and legs.”

Both men stared at her, their faces wide to the information, yet not ready to acknowledge it. Severus was the most hate stricken one of them. “HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO HIM?!” his body shook as he tried to show the anger that now bruised his insides.

Dumbledore grabbed gently at Severus’ hand, calming the man. “Calm down Severus, Harry is strong.” Severus merely gave a death glare at the man, “NO PERSON DESERVES THIS KIND OF TREATMENT!” Dumbledore simply shook his head in agreement. “Yes you are right, but there is nothing we can do now, only to simply protect the boy and keep him away from his uncle’s house.

Severus finally calmed down, only to feel the anger boil in his stomach. He felt guilty for what had happened to Harry, mostly because he had the opportunity to save the boy from his uncle’s house. He selfishly said no to keeping Harry with him during the summer and as a result Harry had suffered.

As if reading his mind, Dumbledore rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. “This was not your fault, Severus. The ones to blame are the Durley’s and I. You had not known of any of this.” His voice was timid yet carried much hurt in the words as the old man blamed himself. ‘How the hell could this be the old coot’s fault?’ He thought to himself madly. He vowed to make Vernon pay for hurting Harry in this way and for making Dumbledore blame himself.

***End of memory***

Severus could not hold back what he was feeling when he found his arms embracing the boy protectively. One hand proceeded to sooth along Harry’s back, while the other tangled in the boy’s already messy hair. “Shhh…I am here for you, no need to Ple Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.”

This was new to Harry. His Potion’s professor was being gentle with him and showing signs of emotion. He concluded that his professor probably had to do this enable for him to calm Harry down. Still, that wouldn’t explain the kiss earlier. The mere remembering of this kiss sent shivers down his spine. His professor’s lips had been surprisingly hot and it made his lions react upon thinking about it.

He pulled out his daze, coming back to the present situation. By this time he had calmed and was simply being held by Snape. He didn’t want this moment to end since he knew that it would probably be the only one. His professor’s arms and body felt so perfect against his and he yearned to be able to pull into Snape’s embrace. Finally, he pushed his arms to rise and wrap around his professor’s mid-section.

To Harry’s surprise, Snape’s hold on him only tightened and now he could feel the hot breath on his neck. He shivered slightly as lips eased onto his flesh briefly and brushing all the way to the shell of his ear. Snape’s words were husky and filled with tender caring, “You are welcome here, remember that.” Before Harry had time to react, Snape had gotten up and walked out of the room.

For some reason, he felt at loss without the strong man’s embrace. None-the-less, he was tired and wanted badly to sleep. He pressed his head against the pillow beneath him, sighing in contentment knowing that he wasn’t being a bother to his potion’s master. Although, he still pondered whether Snape was only doing this in spite of what had happened. He shrugged slightly, pulling the covers over him and closing his eyes. He didn’t really care; the most important thing now was that Snape was there for him.

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Harry felt the presence of another person when he awoke from his dreamless sleep. Though he did not open his eyes, he knew that at his bedside was his potion’s professor. He merely smiled lazily, still laced in sleep. He knew that he would have to wake at some point so he began to flutter his eyes in hopes of awaking his physically shut down body.

He looked over to Snape and watched as the man grabbed a glass of water and walked to the side of him. Snape brought the rim of the cup to Harry’s lips, tipping it slightly so that Harry could drink to his satisfaction. “How are you feeling, Harry?”

Harry looked at his potion’s master wide eyed. ‘Did he just call me Harry?’ This was new to Harry since his potion’s master was never one to call Harry by his first name. He always called Harry things like: Potter and brat, such demeanor as that. Calling him by his first name was a sign of closeness. ‘Am I close to Snape now that we have kissed?’ He didn’t know what to say to any of his minds questions so he turned to answer the man’s question.

“Goo…” His voice cracked a bit with difficulty. He was still having a hard time with his voice, but he figured that all the crying and screaming he did at his uncle’s house had caused this. There were the memories again, tugging away at his insides. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to keep his mind away from these thoughts so he simply turned off all senses and began not to think.

Severus all the while had been watching Harry’s expressions, smiling inwardly. Never would Severus show signs of humor; he found it to be a weakness that he would not possess. Harry seemed to be doing better this morning though. His skin was gaining back its natural color and his wounds were feeling with incredible speed. He figured by the end of the week the boy would be back to normal, physically speaking. He figurhat hat Harry would really never heal for the way his uncle and other parts of his family had treated him.

Severus nodded and took the empty glass from Harry, watching as the boy laid his head back down on the pillow. “Ah. Then you shall have no problem healing. I can see that you have already accomplished much of what was a major problem upon the first day.” Harry nodded and smiled slightly then turning his gaze to the sky. He didn’t want to ever leave Severus’ manor. He had begun to take home to this place and he really had wished he would have seen it on better terms.

His concern began to boil in his heart. “Are you sure it’s okay if I stay at your house?” Severus got up from host ost on the chair to kneeling by the boy’s bed side. “I am sure, Potter.” Yup. Good old Professor Snape was back and as humored as ever at the boy’s sudden question. He didn’t question, hoping for the best, but some do not know Severus well enough to acknowledge that the man had emotions just as others. Severus just had a better way of hiding them then others.

Harry glanced a bit at the ceiling, measuring out his questions. He wanted to question the man further but knew that he shouldn’t. He let a small sigh escape his lips before nodding lightly in agreement that they had come upon. “Okay.” He shifted slightly as his stomach made a loud grumble that died in the hollow of his stomach. Severus grinned slightly, but soon hid it while he called upon his house elf.

The elf wandered into the room, a stern look to him, yet small enough to crush. He simply walked over, carrying a plate of food and placed it on a table that was conjured upon entry. He turned, bowing to Severus and then walking out of the room quickly as if he had much to do and little time to do it in. Harry stared at the food, his stomach already reacting to the delicious fumes.

He glanced at Snape, who nodded for him to eat and then turned his head to begin his meal. Once he was finished, the plate disappeared along with the table that had held it. Harry turned to face his professor. “Thank you.” His words were simple, but he didn’t know of anything else he could say at the moment.

Severus, who had been reading a book on advanced potions, glanced over to Harry and then to his booko yoo you feel well enough to walk, Harry?” He tilted his head up once more to look at the boy who sat thinking on the comfortable bed. Harry pondered the question and finally nodded with a happy sigh. “I think so, Professor.”

Harry shifted slightly and moved to get up from the bed. He was successful in standing, but walking was another thing. He placed his foot in front of him but wobbled almost losing his balance. Snape was holding him at this point, helping the boy to wobble with support. Snape’s arms were strong and warm around Harry’s waist. He couldn’t help but blush at the present situation. He pushed his left footfronfront of him once more, glad that he didn’t wobble this time.

Severus sighed lightly in Harry’s ear, helping him through the hallway and into the living room. He situated Harry on the couch and went to start the fire that would take place in the huge hole in the wall. His eyes glazed over the beautiful flames before returning the figure that was now dubbed Harry. He walked slowly over to the boy, sitting himself a short distance away from Harry.

Harry watched the fire, feeling his body warm with the flames. The dancing red scattered over the logs that were place to keep it burning. He let a low sigh escape his lips once more and turned to look at his professor. To his surprise, Snape was staring right at him, his eyes glazed with something that was quickly hidden beneath the black musk. He tilted his head, hoping to see what had disappeared in the eyes.

Severus looked at Harry, knowing well what the boy was thinking, but choosing to ignore it. “Mr. Potter, you know that you might have to stay here for a while. We must confirm that Voldemort doesn’t find where you are hiding.” Harry simply nodded, but allowing a small sigh to exit his mouth in the frustration of the whole situation. He gazed over to Snape once more and was caught staring once more by the man. He turned his head, blushing slightly.

Severus could not help his body’s wants for the boy or the voice in the back of his head telling him to kiss the boy. He knew that he must control himself, but it was becoming more difficult with each passing glance. Finally with that slight blush, Severus had reached his limits. A nimble hand stretched the distance between Harry and him. He touched the now softly red face, causing the boy to turn to face him.

The sight was even more intoxicating as Harry’s emerald eyes questioned him with confusion evident in the green gaze. Without thought, Severus leaned his head brushing the warm lips beneath him. The kiss was shy at first but as soon as the boy began to return it, it became a heated series of kisses that ate hungrily at each other.

Severus propped his body over Harry’s, guiding his lips down to the boy’s and taking in the sweet pleasure of the boy’s taste. He glided his tongue into the willing mouth, mapping the inside cavern that tasted of sweet salty tears that had passed over time. He pressed one of his hands to Harry’s chest, running low and finally pulling up and underneath the skin.

The hot touch of the surprisingly talented fingers sent spiraling shivers down Harry’s back as he felt his mind seep beneath the covers and his primitive brain settling into focus. His lions ached as he was moved deeper into unforgiving pleasure that castrated his body to full capacity and allowed him to feel all the feather-light touches that Snape was giving him. Mercilessly, Snape’s hands explored his body, finding every dip and curve before assaulting it with his mouth which now rested just above his naval.

“Pr…professor…nnn” He tried to communicate his pleasure, but was cut off by another pleasure surging touch that ran the length of his spine. Snape’s mouth returned to claim his and he gasped into his professor’s mouth as the hand that rested on his hip was slowly running over his very evident arousal. The hand tugged lightly at the material hiding away his almost painful hardness.

Severus pulled away slightly, looking down at the boy. Harry’s hair sprawled over a pillow that held his head; his eyes were masked in hot desire and his position screamed how wanton he felt. He gazed up at his professor, his heart racing at the speed of light. He felt his head spin as reality slowly hit him. Just as soon as Severus realized what was happening, he removed himself from above Harry.

Harry shifted slightly, looking at his professor with a questioning stare. “Professor?” Severus simply looked at him with black eyes. “We can’t.”

End Notes: One simple tip to those who plan to seduce their Potion’s teacher: make sure that your teacher has no conscience. XD