Who, What and Where am I?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
17,277
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Title: Who, what and where am I?
Summary: ‘Severus sat down hard as he extracted his mind from Potter. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be true! Potter was a spoiled brat, selfish and self-centered! He was not ‘boy’. He couldn’t be!’
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! JK Rowling and her Publishers owns Harry Potter and anything associated with it.
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic. There will be references to sexual situations, chan and non-con. If this disturbs you then please do NOT read. I’ve warned you so don’t flame me about that! But, it will have a happy ending.
I also want to mention, although I put it as a warning when I first posted this fic I didn’t tell you in the first chapter. There will be incest, non-con incest but incest all the same.
Chapter 3
Severus sat down hard as he extracted his mind from Potter. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be true! Potter was a spoiled brat, selfish and self-centered! He was not ‘boy’. He couldn’t be!
But the evidence was clear as day in front of him.
He had tried to find out who the boy was, had tried to get someone, anyone to help him find the boy and save him from his abusive relatives.
His mother had believed him (somewhat) when he had told her about an abusive little boy. He had not told her that he had ‘been’ the little boy, she would not have believed him had he told her that.
He knew now why he hadn’t been able to find the boy.
How in the world had we traveled through time and space? Severus thought to himself.
Those green eyes had haunted him for years after he had first lived his life as ‘boy’. He had thought at first that Potter looked a bit like boy but then he had looked at his eyes and knew that he couldn’t be. Potter had brown eyes; ‘boy’ had had green eyes. The prejudice of the different houses had driven him father away from Potter, Black, Lupin and Evans and he had finally given up on finding ‘boy’ by his fifth year at Hogwarts.
He had not thought to look for ‘boy’ in the younger Potter. He had not thought it possible for the world’s savior to be an abusive little boy. He had always thought that Potter was spoiled rotten at home and that he got everything his little heart desired.
He knew he had taken out his hatred for the elder Potter on the younger one but he had seen it justified by the fact that the boy was a nuisance, a mischief maker and just plain trouble.
He snapped himself out of his thoughts. Now was not the time for that, they had pressing matters to attend to.
Severus looked over to the boy and had to work hard to suppress a flinch.
He had expected a rant or self pity or something along those lines. What he got instead was a blank look which gave absolutely nothing away. That scared him even more.
Potter had never been this good an actor, had he?
He had to get the boy out of there so he could think. He did not know what to do or what to think, all he knew was that if Potter did not leave soon he was going to loose control. Control over what he was not sure, his anger maybe, that feeling of wanting to comfort he was suppressing or maybe just his snarky comments he was so famous for. Whatever it was he had to repress it as he did NOT want Potter of all people to see him loose control.
“Potter! Get a hold of yourself boy. That had happened a long time ago. It’s over and there is nothing we can do about it so quit your sniveling and get out of here.”
Although the words were harsh his tone was softer than usual and he kept his face expressionless.
The boy looked up slowly. His eyes were dead and hollow. Severus had hoped to provoke the wizard enough to see a familiar spark in his eyes but it was not meant to be.
He knew that even though it had happened years, decades ago for him it had only been six or seven years for Potter. The fact that the memory had been suppressed only made it worse when reliving it. Everything felt as if it was happening right then and there.
The boy kept looking at him, blinking in uneven intervals and breathing slowly. The gaze drifted from Severus to the door and back.
Slowly the boy turned and walked to the door.
Severus could see that the boy’s hands were shaking too much to do basically anything and he reached out to open the door for the boy.
As Harry left his office the boy looked back once more and Severus felt his insides turn to ice.
The dead look in the eyes had not subsided but there was something else there, something which chilled Severus to the bone.
It was a hurt so deep that anyone who could see it would think that the boy’s heart had shattered into a million pieces without the hope of ever being reassembled.
Severus closed his door and took a deep breath.
The revelations of the evening had left him drained and he desperately wanted to crawl into bed and sleep his troubles away.
Pushing a picture of hollow green eyes from his mind Severus returned to his desk and began marking papers. He would think of how to proceed with this new situation at a later date. Much, much later.
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Oh yes. Oh, sonny yes. You’re such a good little slut aren’t you?
Yes! So tight. And you’re enjoying this aren’t you? Aren’t you, you little whore!
Yes, Oh yes, yes, yes!
Harry woke up gasping for breath.
He felt so dirty. The pain felt too real, too tangible. He had to get clean, had to get the blood and ‘other stuff’ off and out.
Scrambling out of bed Harry hurried into the bathroom. A full length mirror was set again one wall and Harry could see himself clearly.
Confusion swept over him.
He didn’t look dirty. It didn’t look like he was keeping a very big secret. He turned around and dropped his trousers a bit and then did the same with his underwear. He still looked the same.
There were no evident wounds. No evidence of any unspeakable things that had happened to him. But he was sure he could feel it. He could still feel the hard member pressing into him. Feel himself become so full that he thought he was going to explode. The tearing he had felt and the blood he could feel inside himself.
The body in the mirror was unmarred though. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him according to the mirror in front of him. Other than the years-old scars that adorned his back that is.
He was so confused. He remembered what had happened. It felt like it had happened only an hour or two at the most ago. Why weren’t there any evidence of this on his body? Why did he feel dirty and despoiled but according to a mirror there was absolutely nothing wrong with him?
He just didn’t understand.
The feeling didn’t go away though and so he went to the nearest shower and proceeded to scrub himself raw in an effort to get rid of that dirty feeling.
He cried out in frustration as after over half and hour he still felt the same. His body on the other hand was now red and raw from all the scrubbing and that was the only reason he stopped his vicious cleaning.
Getting out of the shower he dried himself and dressed for the day.
He only hoped that someone, somewhere could shed some light on what was happening to him because he sure as hell didn’t know. What he did know was that he didn’t like it one bit and was sure to go stir crazy if it continued.
He made his way down to breakfast before his dorm mates woke up and settled into a seat at the end of the table so as to escape easily enough if the situation required him to do so.
A movement at the head table caught his attention and he turned to look at what it was.
Snape stood behind his usual seat and stared right at Harry.
Images appeared in his mind and Harry had to work hard to keep the contents of his stomach down.
End Chapter 3
Thank you all for your reviews!!
Okay, shorter than the previous 2 but it couldn’t be helped. I’m swamped with work and just didn’t have the time to write more than this. At least I still got it up today. I’ll see if I can make the next one longer to make up for the shortness of this one. Hopefully the next one will be up tomorrow.
And please don’t kill me! I know you’re all angry and disappointed in Severus but it will work out in the end, I promise. I’m trying to keep Severus as IC as possible so don’t expect an all lovey-dovey Severus.
What do you think?
Review please!!
Summary: ‘Severus sat down hard as he extracted his mind from Potter. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be true! Potter was a spoiled brat, selfish and self-centered! He was not ‘boy’. He couldn’t be!’
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! JK Rowling and her Publishers owns Harry Potter and anything associated with it.
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic. There will be references to sexual situations, chan and non-con. If this disturbs you then please do NOT read. I’ve warned you so don’t flame me about that! But, it will have a happy ending.
I also want to mention, although I put it as a warning when I first posted this fic I didn’t tell you in the first chapter. There will be incest, non-con incest but incest all the same.
Chapter 3
Severus sat down hard as he extracted his mind from Potter. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be true! Potter was a spoiled brat, selfish and self-centered! He was not ‘boy’. He couldn’t be!
But the evidence was clear as day in front of him.
He had tried to find out who the boy was, had tried to get someone, anyone to help him find the boy and save him from his abusive relatives.
His mother had believed him (somewhat) when he had told her about an abusive little boy. He had not told her that he had ‘been’ the little boy, she would not have believed him had he told her that.
He knew now why he hadn’t been able to find the boy.
How in the world had we traveled through time and space? Severus thought to himself.
Those green eyes had haunted him for years after he had first lived his life as ‘boy’. He had thought at first that Potter looked a bit like boy but then he had looked at his eyes and knew that he couldn’t be. Potter had brown eyes; ‘boy’ had had green eyes. The prejudice of the different houses had driven him father away from Potter, Black, Lupin and Evans and he had finally given up on finding ‘boy’ by his fifth year at Hogwarts.
He had not thought to look for ‘boy’ in the younger Potter. He had not thought it possible for the world’s savior to be an abusive little boy. He had always thought that Potter was spoiled rotten at home and that he got everything his little heart desired.
He knew he had taken out his hatred for the elder Potter on the younger one but he had seen it justified by the fact that the boy was a nuisance, a mischief maker and just plain trouble.
He snapped himself out of his thoughts. Now was not the time for that, they had pressing matters to attend to.
Severus looked over to the boy and had to work hard to suppress a flinch.
He had expected a rant or self pity or something along those lines. What he got instead was a blank look which gave absolutely nothing away. That scared him even more.
Potter had never been this good an actor, had he?
He had to get the boy out of there so he could think. He did not know what to do or what to think, all he knew was that if Potter did not leave soon he was going to loose control. Control over what he was not sure, his anger maybe, that feeling of wanting to comfort he was suppressing or maybe just his snarky comments he was so famous for. Whatever it was he had to repress it as he did NOT want Potter of all people to see him loose control.
“Potter! Get a hold of yourself boy. That had happened a long time ago. It’s over and there is nothing we can do about it so quit your sniveling and get out of here.”
Although the words were harsh his tone was softer than usual and he kept his face expressionless.
The boy looked up slowly. His eyes were dead and hollow. Severus had hoped to provoke the wizard enough to see a familiar spark in his eyes but it was not meant to be.
He knew that even though it had happened years, decades ago for him it had only been six or seven years for Potter. The fact that the memory had been suppressed only made it worse when reliving it. Everything felt as if it was happening right then and there.
The boy kept looking at him, blinking in uneven intervals and breathing slowly. The gaze drifted from Severus to the door and back.
Slowly the boy turned and walked to the door.
Severus could see that the boy’s hands were shaking too much to do basically anything and he reached out to open the door for the boy.
As Harry left his office the boy looked back once more and Severus felt his insides turn to ice.
The dead look in the eyes had not subsided but there was something else there, something which chilled Severus to the bone.
It was a hurt so deep that anyone who could see it would think that the boy’s heart had shattered into a million pieces without the hope of ever being reassembled.
Severus closed his door and took a deep breath.
The revelations of the evening had left him drained and he desperately wanted to crawl into bed and sleep his troubles away.
Pushing a picture of hollow green eyes from his mind Severus returned to his desk and began marking papers. He would think of how to proceed with this new situation at a later date. Much, much later.
*-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*
Oh yes. Oh, sonny yes. You’re such a good little slut aren’t you?
Yes! So tight. And you’re enjoying this aren’t you? Aren’t you, you little whore!
Yes, Oh yes, yes, yes!
Harry woke up gasping for breath.
He felt so dirty. The pain felt too real, too tangible. He had to get clean, had to get the blood and ‘other stuff’ off and out.
Scrambling out of bed Harry hurried into the bathroom. A full length mirror was set again one wall and Harry could see himself clearly.
Confusion swept over him.
He didn’t look dirty. It didn’t look like he was keeping a very big secret. He turned around and dropped his trousers a bit and then did the same with his underwear. He still looked the same.
There were no evident wounds. No evidence of any unspeakable things that had happened to him. But he was sure he could feel it. He could still feel the hard member pressing into him. Feel himself become so full that he thought he was going to explode. The tearing he had felt and the blood he could feel inside himself.
The body in the mirror was unmarred though. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him according to the mirror in front of him. Other than the years-old scars that adorned his back that is.
He was so confused. He remembered what had happened. It felt like it had happened only an hour or two at the most ago. Why weren’t there any evidence of this on his body? Why did he feel dirty and despoiled but according to a mirror there was absolutely nothing wrong with him?
He just didn’t understand.
The feeling didn’t go away though and so he went to the nearest shower and proceeded to scrub himself raw in an effort to get rid of that dirty feeling.
He cried out in frustration as after over half and hour he still felt the same. His body on the other hand was now red and raw from all the scrubbing and that was the only reason he stopped his vicious cleaning.
Getting out of the shower he dried himself and dressed for the day.
He only hoped that someone, somewhere could shed some light on what was happening to him because he sure as hell didn’t know. What he did know was that he didn’t like it one bit and was sure to go stir crazy if it continued.
He made his way down to breakfast before his dorm mates woke up and settled into a seat at the end of the table so as to escape easily enough if the situation required him to do so.
A movement at the head table caught his attention and he turned to look at what it was.
Snape stood behind his usual seat and stared right at Harry.
Images appeared in his mind and Harry had to work hard to keep the contents of his stomach down.
End Chapter 3
Thank you all for your reviews!!
Okay, shorter than the previous 2 but it couldn’t be helped. I’m swamped with work and just didn’t have the time to write more than this. At least I still got it up today. I’ll see if I can make the next one longer to make up for the shortness of this one. Hopefully the next one will be up tomorrow.
And please don’t kill me! I know you’re all angry and disappointed in Severus but it will work out in the end, I promise. I’m trying to keep Severus as IC as possible so don’t expect an all lovey-dovey Severus.
What do you think?
Review please!!