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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
44
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42,596
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137
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Currently Reading:
1
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Damage
-- Hiya. Just as a warning, I'm gonna be at work til 9.30 tomorrow (God, I love thirteen hour days!) so I might not be able to update. I'm gonna try and get the next chapter written tonight so I can update tomorrow when I get home, but it might not happen.
--Scootergirl_81: I understand your frustration with Sevvy but he's still trying to do the right thing (ie spy)
--Andrea Grey: Glad to have you along. Glad you enjoyed 'Tasks' and are now joining the readership of 'The Story Without End' (*sob*)
--Jilliane: No cliffie at the end of this one. (Well, depending on your defintion of cliffhanger!) And how come you've hijacked Harry and Sev?! SP
Chapter Thirty-One
“…partial truths serve as more effective instruments of deception than lies.” Christopher Lasch
Three hours later, Snape entered the room, teeth gritted as he saw Harry huddled on the floor, blood dripping over his face and puddling by his ear.
“Our master has requested you join him. I am to remain and guard the boy.”
The two Death Eaters nodded and quickly left the room, anxious not to keep their master waiting.
With their departure, Severus dropped to his knees and pulled Harry upright as best he could. The Gryffindor hissed as his cuts were accidentally rubbed by the other.
“Harry,” the teacher whispered, “we must go now. Those two will soon be back.”
Already he could hear raised voices coming from the Dark Lord’s room, then the sound of running feet.
Snape tightened his grip on Harry and focused his attention on apparating to the closest point to Hogwarts.
“STOP!” One of the masked men shouted, wand being tugged from his robes.
With a half turn, the Death Eater and the Boy-Who-Lived vanished.
The two Death Eaters gulped. Behind their masks their faces were pale. Neither relished returning to their master and relating the news. Whilst they silently debated who would tell the Dark Lord, a strange sound met their ears – Voldemort was laughing.
***
Severus held his pregnant partner in his arms and helped him through the wards at the edge of the castle grounds. All about him sparks and noise were going off, but he ignored that and instead focused on ensuring Harry put one foot in front of the other.
The Gryffindor was stumbling a little, both with fatigue and because he was wearing Severus’ cloak to hide his damaged back. He stared fixedly at the ground, his energy going into merely treading forward, one exhausting step at a time.
“Severus!” Dumbledore’s voice cracked with relief. He had just appeared, coming at a surprisingly fast full run, wand aimed at the wards.
Snape gritted his teeth. Anger and resentment burned in him at what Harry had had to suffer because of this man and his plots. He ignored the other and continued to support Harry, quietly murmuring words of encouragement to him. He put a long fingered hand into the boy’s hair, and realised that it was stiff with dried blood. His hand shook. Those bastards who had touched his boy would die slow, painful deaths.
“Sev?” Harry’s voice was weak, with a quiver in it. “Tired. Need. Sleep.” He stumbled, and would have fallen had his lover not been holding him.
“Soon, Harry. Soon. We’re nearly there. I’m sorry, I daren’t risk magic on you, in your condition. It’s too …” he trailed off, as Harry had interrupted him. He felt a fool for not seeing this solution. He pointed his wand (which had, the whole time, been clenched in a fist) at the castle and called, “Accio Harry’s broom!”
He staggered, losing balance, as Harry fell against him, utterly exhausted. “Stay with me.” Snape urged, lightly shaking the other. “Stay with me, Harry.” The teacher watched the sky desperately. Where was the broom?
Beside him, Dumbledore spoke, “I am proud of you both. You faced Voldemort and will, no doubt, force him to plot and plan to counter the use he thinks I plan to make of the child. Wasting precious energy and time, whilst we gather our troops.”
“That’s all this was to you? An exercise in how to waste time?” Severus’ voice was tight with suppressed rage. “Harry could’ve died. The child could’ve died. I could’ve died. And for what? To waste a bit of his time?” He glared at the older wizard, hate flaming in his black eyes. “I think I could enjoy saving Draco’s soul.”
With that, he gripped onto the youngster a bit harder and eased him along the grass. A broom came speeding towards him and he sighed with relief. Harry was soon loaded onto it and the strange procession made its slow, painful way back to the school building.
***
In the Hospital Wing Madam Pomfrey bustled about, tutting at the bruised and bloodied boy lying on the bed before her. For the time being, she had given Harry a potion that sent him to sleep, as he was clearly completely drained. Sleep would be the first thing he needed. The second was healing for the wounds he had sustained whilst in the Dark Lord’s ‘care’.
Severus prowled at the side of the bed, hands clenched, eyes darting to the still figure before flicking angrily to the Headmaster, then returning to Harry. A muscle was jerking continuously in his jaw.
Madam Pomfrey mentally shook her head. The boy should never have been put through a pregnancy, not with all the expectations already lying on his shoulders. He had been ill-used, and not just by You-Know-Who.
Still, she was a professional, and would heal his body as best she could. Sadly, she knew that the real damage had been done to his mind, and that she could not repair.
--Harry: Bloody hell! Do you ever let nice things happen to me? First 'Tasks' when Luc screwed me, and now this! You need help!
Sev: *Raises eyebrow* Hmm, I do have to agree with Potter. You do seem to enjoy hurting him.
SP: Hang on! How about all the sex at the start? That didn't hurt him!
Sev: Hmmm. Good point. But, I have not had the pleasure of the brat for a few chapters now.
Harry: *ponders* Hey! He's right! How come we haven't you know for ages? I want sex!
SP: *Mutters under breath* Bloody pushy bottoms!
--Scootergirl_81: I understand your frustration with Sevvy but he's still trying to do the right thing (ie spy)
--Andrea Grey: Glad to have you along. Glad you enjoyed 'Tasks' and are now joining the readership of 'The Story Without End' (*sob*)
--Jilliane: No cliffie at the end of this one. (Well, depending on your defintion of cliffhanger!) And how come you've hijacked Harry and Sev?! SP
Chapter Thirty-One
“…partial truths serve as more effective instruments of deception than lies.” Christopher Lasch
Three hours later, Snape entered the room, teeth gritted as he saw Harry huddled on the floor, blood dripping over his face and puddling by his ear.
“Our master has requested you join him. I am to remain and guard the boy.”
The two Death Eaters nodded and quickly left the room, anxious not to keep their master waiting.
With their departure, Severus dropped to his knees and pulled Harry upright as best he could. The Gryffindor hissed as his cuts were accidentally rubbed by the other.
“Harry,” the teacher whispered, “we must go now. Those two will soon be back.”
Already he could hear raised voices coming from the Dark Lord’s room, then the sound of running feet.
Snape tightened his grip on Harry and focused his attention on apparating to the closest point to Hogwarts.
“STOP!” One of the masked men shouted, wand being tugged from his robes.
With a half turn, the Death Eater and the Boy-Who-Lived vanished.
The two Death Eaters gulped. Behind their masks their faces were pale. Neither relished returning to their master and relating the news. Whilst they silently debated who would tell the Dark Lord, a strange sound met their ears – Voldemort was laughing.
***
Severus held his pregnant partner in his arms and helped him through the wards at the edge of the castle grounds. All about him sparks and noise were going off, but he ignored that and instead focused on ensuring Harry put one foot in front of the other.
The Gryffindor was stumbling a little, both with fatigue and because he was wearing Severus’ cloak to hide his damaged back. He stared fixedly at the ground, his energy going into merely treading forward, one exhausting step at a time.
“Severus!” Dumbledore’s voice cracked with relief. He had just appeared, coming at a surprisingly fast full run, wand aimed at the wards.
Snape gritted his teeth. Anger and resentment burned in him at what Harry had had to suffer because of this man and his plots. He ignored the other and continued to support Harry, quietly murmuring words of encouragement to him. He put a long fingered hand into the boy’s hair, and realised that it was stiff with dried blood. His hand shook. Those bastards who had touched his boy would die slow, painful deaths.
“Sev?” Harry’s voice was weak, with a quiver in it. “Tired. Need. Sleep.” He stumbled, and would have fallen had his lover not been holding him.
“Soon, Harry. Soon. We’re nearly there. I’m sorry, I daren’t risk magic on you, in your condition. It’s too …” he trailed off, as Harry had interrupted him. He felt a fool for not seeing this solution. He pointed his wand (which had, the whole time, been clenched in a fist) at the castle and called, “Accio Harry’s broom!”
He staggered, losing balance, as Harry fell against him, utterly exhausted. “Stay with me.” Snape urged, lightly shaking the other. “Stay with me, Harry.” The teacher watched the sky desperately. Where was the broom?
Beside him, Dumbledore spoke, “I am proud of you both. You faced Voldemort and will, no doubt, force him to plot and plan to counter the use he thinks I plan to make of the child. Wasting precious energy and time, whilst we gather our troops.”
“That’s all this was to you? An exercise in how to waste time?” Severus’ voice was tight with suppressed rage. “Harry could’ve died. The child could’ve died. I could’ve died. And for what? To waste a bit of his time?” He glared at the older wizard, hate flaming in his black eyes. “I think I could enjoy saving Draco’s soul.”
With that, he gripped onto the youngster a bit harder and eased him along the grass. A broom came speeding towards him and he sighed with relief. Harry was soon loaded onto it and the strange procession made its slow, painful way back to the school building.
***
In the Hospital Wing Madam Pomfrey bustled about, tutting at the bruised and bloodied boy lying on the bed before her. For the time being, she had given Harry a potion that sent him to sleep, as he was clearly completely drained. Sleep would be the first thing he needed. The second was healing for the wounds he had sustained whilst in the Dark Lord’s ‘care’.
Severus prowled at the side of the bed, hands clenched, eyes darting to the still figure before flicking angrily to the Headmaster, then returning to Harry. A muscle was jerking continuously in his jaw.
Madam Pomfrey mentally shook her head. The boy should never have been put through a pregnancy, not with all the expectations already lying on his shoulders. He had been ill-used, and not just by You-Know-Who.
Still, she was a professional, and would heal his body as best she could. Sadly, she knew that the real damage had been done to his mind, and that she could not repair.
--Harry: Bloody hell! Do you ever let nice things happen to me? First 'Tasks' when Luc screwed me, and now this! You need help!
Sev: *Raises eyebrow* Hmm, I do have to agree with Potter. You do seem to enjoy hurting him.
SP: Hang on! How about all the sex at the start? That didn't hurt him!
Sev: Hmmm. Good point. But, I have not had the pleasure of the brat for a few chapters now.
Harry: *ponders* Hey! He's right! How come we haven't you know for ages? I want sex!
SP: *Mutters under breath* Bloody pushy bottoms!