Once in a Blue Moon

Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to J.K. Rowling etc.
AN: IN PROCESS OF FIXING FORMATTING AND REPOSTING. SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENICE.
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Vernon was sitting in front of one of the many televisions scattered about the
living room, barking out laughter as Lucy dissolved into tears on screen.
\"You were right.\" Snape said, leaning casually against the doorframe.
\"Quite a fuck. I assume you\'ve partaken?\"
Vernon chuckled. \"I\'d never sell something I wouldn\'t use myself. One of the perks
of this business.\"
Severus smiled, taking out his wand and twirling it casually in his fingers.
\"So what kinds of things did you do to him?\" Vernon looked up, about to answer when
he spotted the wand. His eyes grew wide.
\"You...you\'re one of them!\"
\"I SAID what kinds of things did you do to him?” Severus hissed.
\"I...I...\" Vernon slid off the couch. \"Get out of my house...take the boy, just
...don\'t hurt me.\"
The Potions Master raised an eyebrow, smirking.
\"I\'d rather do all three,\" he said coyly.
He flicked his wand and Vernon began screaming in pain.
\"Nothing. I repeated .Nothing. gives you the right to do that to any living creature,
you hear me?\" he hissed, scowling. \"I have tortured, maimed, and killed, done nearly
every detestable thing a man can do, but I refuse to abide THAT,\" he growled,
removing the glamour, and leaving the man, hurrying down the stairs.


~*~


Harry was looking up at the ceiling warily, and had huddled back
into the shadows.
\"Potter, go gather your things.\" Snape said rather softly. Harry blinked, squinting
through the darkness (as Vernon said his glasses were a turn off and forbid him
from wearing them).
\"...Professor?\"
\"Yes, Potter. Now gather your things.\" Snape said growing irritated.
\"What are you doing here?\" The Boy Who Lived flushed slightly, fingering his torn clothes and
wishing the Irish man had just come back and fucked him, instead of having to suffer this
embarrassment. Snape knew, everyone would know. Know what a little slut he was. Know
he couldn’t fend off a stupid muggle, let alone Voldemort.
\"I am here to take you away from these people, as I would do for ANY student in this
situation. Now. Gather. your things.\" he hissed, ushering Harry out of the shadows and
upstairs.


The Boy Who Lived stopped dead in his tracks when he came across his Uncle,
rithering across the floor, covered in rapidly spreading blood, and grabbing at his crotch,
screaming bloody murder.
\"...What did you do to him?\" The gryffindor stepped back as the pool of blood grew dangerously
close to his feet.
\"I simply assured that he would never be able to do what he did to any other living being as long
as he lived.\" Severus said simply, sneering at the man splayed out before him.
\"You...?\"
\"I castrated him Potter; now go get your things.\"
He watched Potter scurry off, looking quite afraid of him now, and knelt down next to Vernon.
\"If you EVER try to hurt this boy or any other again, I WILL kill you. The only reason you are
not dead now is because the boy does not need guilt over your death hanging over his head.\"
He said, in a low and threatening voice. \"And besides that, I want you to have to live with the
pain you caused him. I want you to feel it .every. day.\" He flicked him wand and Vernon began
sobbing even harder, as he got a taste of his own medicine.
\"Every waking moment you will feel what he felt, physically and emotionally. You will never be
at peace. Never be happy again. Not even your dreams will be safe.\" He got up, glaring at the
muggle who was a pitiful mess, and cursed Potter for dragging him
in to this. He did not need to be reliving these memories.
\"Potter!\"


~*~


Severus left Harry in the care of Madame Pompfry and left to go find the Headmaster.
Muttering the idiotic password, he hurried up the spiral steps, pacing in front of the door to his
office, and contemplating what to say. The door opened, and Snape looked up surprised.
\"Was he alright, Severus?\" Dumbledore asked.
\"He was not, no. I\'ve brought him back to the school. I don\'t think it would be wise to send
him back.\"The Potions Master said stiffly.
\"What happened? Is he alright?\" Dumbledore looked concerned, ushering Snape
into his office.
\"Suffice to say his relatives were not treating him right; and haven\'t been for a long time by
the looks of it.\"
Severus sat down, folding his hands neatly in his lap.
\"School doesn\'t start for another six weeks, Severus. We can’t just have him wandering the
school; what if something happens to him?\"
Snape sighed, grasping the bridge of his nose.
\"Get one of his little fan club members to watch him then. McGonagal or Hargrid.\"
\"You know very well they\'re all too busy Severus.\"
\"Well what do you want me to do about that? I was a delivery boy, Potter is delivered, job done.
I am no longer involved.\"
He stood up, and stalked towards the door, robes billowing out behind him.
\"Severus.\" Dumbledore said warningly from behind his desk. \"You are the only one available.
I\'m not asking you to like the boy, or to be nice to him, just make sure he doesn\'t get himself killed.\"
Snape rolled his eyes.
\"Fine. I\'ll set up his things in the Gryffindor Tow-\"
\"That\'s much too far away Severus.\" Dumbledore interrupted, smirking at Severus\' grimace.
\"He can stay in your rooms.\"
\"But sir-\"
\"Severus, I don\'t have time to argue about this. I trust you to keep him safe, and out of harms
way. Besides, you two have been through much of the same things, I don\'t see how a little
bonding could hurt.\"
Severus\' eyes flashed and he growled low in his throat. \"I hardly think leaving the Golden Boy in
my possession will keep him safe.\" he muttered, scowling.
\"Pish Posh.\" Dumbledore waved the comment away. I\'m sure you\'ll get along splendidly.\"

*10 min. later*

CRASH!
\"POTTER!!!! THAT WAS 5000 YEARS OLD!!!!\"
\"...oops.\"


~*~


Harry sat awkwardly on the couch, not touching anything. Everything in this room seemed
to be breakable, or three million years old, or cursed. The professor sat across from him in a black
leather armchair, glaring at him over a large, old-looking book. The smaller boy sighed, fingering a
loose thread on his jeans.
\"...Why can\'t I stay in Gryffindor Tower?\" he asked quietly.
Snape scowled. \"Because Dumbledore thinks you are too incompetent to be left on your own.\" Harry was
silent a few minutes, and then spoke up again.
\"Did you tell him?\" he spat bitterly.
\"I did not feel a need to go into the specifics without your permission,\" Severus said stiffly,
raising an eyebrow. Harry flushed, shrinking down in his seat.
\"Oh...thank you, sir. I really appre-\"
\"For the love of Merlin, be quiet,\" Severus, said slowly, closing his eyes.


The child had been staying with him for less than an hour and had already proceeded to
break FIVE irreplaceable items, split two potions, one of which left a five-foot hole in his floor, and had
given Severus the worst headache of his life.
\"Don\'t you have homework to do or something?\" he asked with a sigh, rubbing his temples in an attempt
to sooth his migraine. Harry shrugged, continuing to destroy his jeans, one strand at a time. Severus growled.
\"Will you stop that?! Your clothes are hideous enough without you adding to
their disarray.\"
Harry stopped immediately, sighing.
\"...Why did you help me?\" he asked, not meeting his eyes.
\"I believe I explained that already, Potter.\" Severus flipped a page in his book, trying to concentrate on
the molecular theory of unicorn blood.
\"But ...how did you know?\"
\"I\'m a smart man, Potter.\"
Harry snorted, and was shot a glare from Snape.
\"Do you want to go back there, because I\'m sure that can be arranged,\" he threatened.
Harry frowned, not sure if he was serious or not and shut up.
Severus sighed, \"Look. I don\'t like you. You don\'t like me. However, we\'re stuck together until school
starts, so I suggest you find some way to amuse yourself, WITHOUT wrecking my stuff, and I\'ll find a
way to entertain myself. All right?
Just don\'t bug me, or wreck my stuff.\"
\"But-\"
\"See, now that would fall under the category of bugging me. Try again, Potter, or is it too hard for
your little brain to comprehend?\"
Harry glared, fuming, and stalked off to Severus\' spare room.
Snape sighed, putting down his book, and pouring himself a brandy.
\"This is going to be the longest six weeks of my life.\"


~*~


Harry lay on his bed, glaring up at the ceiling. So much had happened so fast. How had
he ended up here of all places? Everything had been relatively simple back at the Dursleys. Wake up,
Clean, Have sex, Have Sex, Have Sex, Clean, Cook, Have Sex again, Do homework, Sleep. Not necessarily
a good life, but at least he knew what to expect. Now everything had been thrown upside down. Nothing
was how it should be. He was in Professor Snape\'s spare bed of all places. He\'d never have to see Vernon
again, hell, even if he did, Vernon couldn\'t do anything to him anymore. Harry smiled softly. He\'d never
have to see those men again. No Will, no George. It was over. No one could EVER force themselves on
him again.


Harry glanced at the door, picturing the man outside. He wasn\'t sure if he could trust him
not to spread his secret. In fact, he wasn\'t entirely sure why he hadn\'t used to information against him
the moment he found out. He wouldn\'t have hesitated a moment in the past, why was this different?
And what about Madame Pomfry? She knew, he could tell, even though she didn\'t say anything. Her
eyes spoke volumes. They were full of pity and sadness. Those were the things Harry did not want
from people, especially pity. He didn\'t pity himself, other people feeling pity for him was like a slap
in the face. Harry sighed, sitting up.
\"Alright. I\'ll have a shower, and then I go talk to her. I\'m sure she\'ll understand...maybe...hopefully
...oh god I\'m fucked.\"


~*~


Severus winced as a loud rapping came from the doorway.
\"Unless you have a death wish, go away!\" he shouted at the oak door, grabbing his glass of brandy
tightly. The door swung open and Snape sighed, setting down the cup and his book.
\"Yes, Headmaster?\" he growled.
\"I wanted to speak to Harry, Severus.\" Dumbledore said with a cheerful smile, fishing through a
bag of lemon drops. Snape half smiled,
\"Are you taking him out of my sight?\" he asked hopefully.
\"Oh, no. I wouldn\'t dream of taking him away from you. I just want to speak with him about
his relatives.\" Dumbledore found a yellow bean, which met his high standards and popped it in his
mouth, as he sat down in SEVERUS\' chair. Snape narrowed his eyes, but said nothing, merely moved
his glass to the other side table next to the couch.
\"I\'ll get him for you, Sir,\" he grumbled, crossing the room and opening the door to Harry\'s room, walking
in with out warning. Quite a lot of yelling surfaced, and Dumbledore frowned. Snape bolted out, looking
like he was going to be sick.
\"He\'ll be a moment. I have to go gouge my eyes out.\' The Potions Master fled, trying to get the image
of a stark naked, wet Potter, out of his head.


~*~


Severus sat of his bed, rubbing his eyes furiously, but the image refused to leave. It was like it
had been etched onto his retinas.
\"Oh sweet Angel of Death, kill me now.\" he muttered. \"Oh fuck…NO.\" He glanced down at his lap and his eyes
widened in shock as he saw he was HARD for the Golden Boy. \"Oh sick!\" he hissed, trying to will it away.
\"I hate him! I don\'t care how attractive his body is, I refuse to have a hard on for a .Potter.\" He bit his lip,
and screwed his eyes shut. \"Merlin, Alah, Buddha, anyone, get rid of this, and
I promise I\'ll...hug children, and …pet bunnies, and...oh god, not Potter! Please.\"
He glared at the tent in his pants, but didn\'t manage to frighten it away.


His name was called from the other room and he swore softly. He couldn\'t go out there
like THIS. He reluctantly, undid his fly and took his penis in his hand, stroking it softly.
\"It\'s your body’s natural reaction, you can\'t help this.\" He thought, quickening his pace. \"You’d get hard
for Hagrid if he…ew, no. \" He shook his head. “You see a penis, you get hard, and you can\'t help that.
You\'re not supposed to see naked Potter. He should have locked the door. It\'s his own fault. I am not
a perverted old man.\"


*knock knock*
\"Professor?\"


\"...Oh god. I\'m a perverted old man.\"


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