Terrorism Repaid

As Dinner came to an end, a stern looking Snape walked over to the Gryffindor table: “Mr Potter, I wish to talk with you. Be in my study in half an hour, bring your DADA homework with you and also the ‘Psycho in constans delicto’ parchment as well.”

“Y-yes Professor.”

“What’s that parchment he asked for, Harry,” Hermione demanded.

“Just something he’s given me as extra homework,” Harry lied, trying to look convincing.

Hermione looked suspicious, but was mollified by the though of Harry doing extra homework. Harry rushed up to his room, opened his trunk and then the secret compartment; taking out the special spell he’d used on Draco. He took a quick cold shower, dressed and descended to the dungeons.

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“Enter,” was the stern response to Harry’s timid knocking.

Snape was sitting in a comfortable chair. Harry came to a nervous stand in front of him.

“Well, Potter, show me the parchment?”

Reluctantly Harry handed over the result of four weeks hard study. Snape looked over it thoroughly; scowling at certain passages; whilst Harry wondered if he were going to be expelled.

“Mmm … Well … What shall I say to a student that uses such an incantation on a fellow student for his own sexual gratification? These sorts of antics, whilst not against any written rules, are contrary to the spirit of them. What shall I do with you boy. Tell me, why did you do it?”

Harry stood there wondering what to say. Snape looked at him piercingly.

‘Draco’s told on me, so I shall tell on him – evens, evens,’ Harry thought. “Um … retaliation … Professor.”

“Oh! Tell me more, or do you wish me to probe your mind again? Sit down in that chair; stop quivering like a unicorn in heat.”

Harry was surprised that the chair indicated was a match to the comfortable one in which Snape was ensconced.

“Um … It started with one of those Voldie dreams …” Harry went on to tell of his abduction and consequent sexual humiliation in front of the Slytherins. It got easier to tell once he had started.

“I see … So this manuscript is the result of your researches is it? Not given to you by any friend.”

“No, Sir. As I said, I remembered the incantation from my dreams but had to modify it extensively and then there were other additions from other sources. The bibliography is at the bottom of the sheet.”

“My, my! You were thorough, weren’t you?”

Harry was quite surprised to hear a note of approbation in Snape’s voice.

“Do you have any pressing homework, Potter?”

“No Sir, I have most of it is up-to-date except yours from this afternoon.”

“That can wait. Come over here to the table.”

Harry was very puzzled by Snape’s lack of severity. Severus sensed Harry’s reluctance.

“You may have heard from rumours that I was very interested in DADA, but had not the chance to teach it here until this year. The work you have put into this complicated spell intrigues me, therefore I wish you to tell me how you put it together.” Snape took his wand out and caused a number of books to leave their shelves and land on the table. Harry recognised all of them from his researches. Using magi-tape Snape stuck the curled parchment onto the table.

Encouraged by the professor Harry began to unfold the story of his researches, opening books to show the references, and giving reasons for the modifications. Some time during the session hot chocolate and fruit cake appeared, disappearing down two engrossed gullets without any thought to the eating process. Harry was surprised at the change in tone in Severus’s voice when he asked Harry to demonstrate the various wand flourishes with his quill. Then Snape wanted to see the stasis box, not wanting to take the simulacrum out he admired the workmanship from a distance.

“Well, Harry, I didn’t think you had it in you; congratulations.”

Harry sat with his mouth open, not believing what he had just heard; and in such a comfortable voice. Severus rose went to a cupboard and brought back two glasses full of an amber liquid: “It’s not firewhisky, Harry; it’s too harsh for my taste. This is a special liqueur brewed by the Goblins. I advise you to sip it carefully.”

Harry wondered if his was a potion of some kind. Severus guessed what he was thinking: “There’s no trick, Harry, you choose whichever glass you like, I’ll drink from the other. I think we should be comfortable whilst I tell you something.”

Harry closed his eyes and picked up one of the glasses. Re-seated in the comfortable chair he sipped, but only after seeing Severus sip. It tasted sweet and of oranges, but it had a sting in it too. Harry found it quite delicious in small quantities.

“As you know your father and I were rivals, in much the same way you and Draco are,” Severus commenced: “I held your mother in deep regard; we had been friends since before we went to school. Your father and I hit it off badly from the start and, as we learnt more magic, so our tricks on each other became more complicated. They developed as our urges grew thus becoming more and more sexual in nature. You know his nickname was ‘Prongs’ don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir! Sirius told me it was because of his stag like Patronus.”

Severus giggled: “That’s the cleaned up version, Harry. One of my pranks gave him an erection two feet long that wouldn’t go away for two weeks, until I relented.”

Harry chuckled: “I wonder if I could give Draco …”

“Possibly – However your hex is much better constructed that mine was. You know; if you removed the sexual connotations it would make a very good thesis paper for your DADA NEWTS. Just the sort of thing a budding Auror would need. You do realise that you could have achieved the simulacrum effect without all that complicated framework, don’t you?”

“Um … No … At least … I wasn’t sure that it would work.”

“Do you want to try?”

“Um … Yes please.”

“Good! I’d better give you some detention so we can work on it. That’ll please Draco’s ego and then we can call him in and you can alter it.”

“You mean you don’t want me to remove it?”

“What! When you’ve put so much hard work into it. No way! Besides he’s too bumptious by half, it’ll do my godson good to be taken down a peg or two. Do you intend to fuck him?”

Harry was shocked by the forthrightness. “Um … Y-yes … Um … next Saturday … Once the butt-plug has widened him sufficiently.”

“Good! He needs to be on the receiving end for a change. Albus has probably told you that I’m a spy in Voldie’s camp. Well Draco’s a reluctant death-eater in the making. So … There’s a spell that if you fuck him first three times it will fortify the good part inside him, and make him resistant to his father’s dark influences. It might even help him to make up his mind for the light.”

“It sounds like Imperio.”

“No more Imperio than your complicated Psyche spell.” Severus looked at his watch: “It’s Saturday already. I’ll give you a note in case one of the patrols catches you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Before he left, Severus grabbed Harry’s shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes: “This is a new beginning for us, Harry. You’ve shown me you have guts and a brain, both qualities I admire in a wizard. I now see what Albus sees in you and I have a greater hope for the victory of the light.

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“Well Mate, what happened?” Ronald was waiting, sitting on his bed when a very confused Harry crept into the dorm at well past midnight.

Harry was still sorting out his thoughts about what happened: “He’s got that spell I used on, Malfoy. I’ve got Saturday detention with him from after breakfast, so I’d better get some sleep, Ron.”

“Bad luck, Mate. I bet the Ferret’s over the moon about it.”

“Possibly, Goodnight Ron. See you at breakfast.”

“It’s Saturday, Harry. I’m having a sleep-in. See you at Lunch.”

Harry did go to sleep, but not immediately. Snape’s change of attitude was something extraordinary to Harry’s way of thinking. Then, the thought of Draco’s controllable cock without the tube on it took Harry on a different track involving reciprocating fingers and a cleaning charm afterwards. That helped the Gryff to relax enough to go to sleep.

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At breakfast Draco swaggered in and stood in front of Harry: “Well Potter; when does it come off then?”

Harry had thought that this might happen and had the simulacrum in his hand inside his pocket. He stroked it hard and Draco’s abdomen twitched, tenting his trousers: “Proctor says; sit down here and eat, Dragon.”

There were gasps from the students at the other tables when Draco sat down at the Gryffindor table.

He looked round glaring: “Potter and I have urgent and important school business to discuss. Does anyone object?”

Those in Draco’s thrall thought it wise to keep quiet. The others looked at Harry’s stern face and decided that their silence was also the easiest option.

“There’s a problem, the anti-hex is even more complicated.” Harry smirked at Draco’s crestfallen face: “Snape is helping me with it. Maybe we’ll have it sorted by lunchtime. I suggest you find somewhere private this morning; some of the experiments may rebound on you.”

“Merlin’s balls; Potter; what have you done to me?”

Harry just smirked, forked a piece of sausage and sucked it suggestively, meanwhile caressing the object in his pocket. Draco grabbed a piece of dry toast and bit into it savagely as he felt his discharge fill his draws.

“Just you wait! Once I’m free of your hex, your cock will be permanently sore. Every Slytherin will have their hands round it every day.”

“You wish; Blondie; but you’re not free of it yet, are you?” Harry proved his point by pinching the simulacrum’s mushroom.

Draco gave a muffled yelp and fled from the great hall still clutching the half eaten toast. Harry glanced up at the top table; Severus was sitting there looking almost as stern as ever; then Harry noticed a twinkle and the slightest twitch of what could have been a smile.

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With a lighter heart Harry knocked on Snape’s office door.

“Enter! --- Come in Harry, it’s more comfortable in my study, do come through.”

Harry was still taken aback by the change in attitude, but smiled and did as he was bid.

“I suggest you read chapter nine of Horace’s ‘Adaptation of Spells’ and chapter fourteen of ‘Efficacious ways of Changing Curses’ by Madam Ecarté. I am not going to mollycoddle you, but I would like to see your suggested modifications before you put them into practice. The other reference books you used are on the side table over there if you need them. I suggest we share the table; I have homework to mark and will look up when it’s safe for you to interrupt; in case you have any questions, understood?”

“Yes thank you, Sir.” Harry picked up ‘Adaptation of Spells’; found the place and started reading. After five minutes he conjured a parchment and started to make notes.

Severus watched his new pupil, without Harry noticing. The professor smiled when the parchment appeared and noted the diligence of Harry’s copy. As before, Coffee and biscuits disappeared without either of them really noticing what was being consumed. Just before midday Harry sighed, stood up and un-cricked his back. Then he picked up his quill, stared at his notes and began to make passes in the air with it. Severus sat back, noted a few mistakes and was about to say something when Harry started again, this time the passes were perfect. Harry looked up and saw Severus watching him.

“Um … I think I have the adaptation ready, Sir. Would you like to look it over?”

“I suspect that I don’t really need to, but I’m intrigued but the pass diagrams you use.”

“They’re my own invention, Sir. Each line represents at least a dozen descriptive words in a text book.”

“Very good; perhaps you would like to show me how you would illustrate this set of passes.”

Harry watched Severus as he demonstrated, marking in conjured charcoal what he thought were the moves: “Please repeat it, Sir.” Harry used his thumb to alter some of the lines. “I think this is what you did, Sir.” Harry repeated Severus’s gestures accurately; using the quill and looking at his charcoal diagram.

“Very good indeed. Now explain the system to me, please.”

Another hour passed with two heads poring over Harry’s pass shorthand and his written notes on the alterations. They were interrupted by an imperative knock on the door. Severus indicated that Harry should sit in the easy chair whilst the professor sat in the other one.

“Enter! --- Well; what is it Draco?”

“Hmm … I’ve come for Potter to remove the cage he underhandedly put on me.”

“Have you now. Who told you he was going to?”

“Well … I told him you would make him do it. You’re my Godfather … Make him take it off.”

Severus turned to Harry: “See what I mean about bumptiousness, Harry?”

“Yes Professor, I do. Do I really have to take it off him?”

Draco caught the use of Harry’s name plus the ease in Harry’s reply. The pangs of doubt quivered on the edge of his mind.

“Only if you are happy with the various charms needed.”

Draco was now beginning to panic. It was not the first time his Godfather had played tricks on him, he remembered.

“Yes, I think so.” Harry stood, feather in hand and practiced various passes and then sat to look through the parchment. “Okay, Dragon; undress completely, please?”

“What? Here? In front of Uncle Sev?”

“Don’t be such a ninny, Draco. I first saw you naked on the day you were born and so many times thereafter that I’ve lost count; including yesterday.”

Harry had been stroking the simulacrum, so Draco was hard.

“B-but Uncle … Hmm … I’ve an erection!”

“So? Just do as Harry says and stop prevaricating.”

Draco blushed and turned round so that his uncle would not see his stiffy. Once he was undressed Harry insisted, using the ‘Proctor formula’, that Draco turned round and spread his arms wide. Draco looked daggers at Harry; however, he had little choice but to obey.

Harry drew his wand, looked at the parchment and started the incantation. Very slowly the cage and tube began to melt away. They became transparent and misty, eventually blowing away. However, Draco remained as hard as ever.

“Hey; Potter, aren’t I supposed to no longer have a hard-on at your behest?”

“Whatever gave you that idea, Dragon? You said you wanted the cage taken away so I did that. I never entered into any kind of compact to remove the rest of the hex, did I?”

“Uncle Sev. Make him remove it.”

“Why?”

“Well he’s embarrassing me and it’s some form of Imperio and that’s not allowed.”

“Ah yes, Godson; but you weren’t entirely truthful with me were you. You seem to have conveniently forgotten the fact that you sexually demeaned Harry in front of all the Slytherins for a complete term. In my book you still have a lot of reparations to make. Harry, will you demonstrate the simulacrum for me, please?”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’d like to see the one you made, in action. Where are you going, Draco? Return here and face the music.”

Draco still continued walking.

“Dragon; Proctor says return to where you were and put your hands on your head.”

Draco stopped, trying to work out how to evade the command with his scrotum beginning to glow. After a minute he howled, picked up his wand and shouted “Aquamenti”; pointing his wand at his genitals; not that it made them any cooler. With tears in his eyes and steam rising from his erect pubes Draco turned and shuffled back, dropping his wand and placing his hands on top of his head.

“That’s better!” Harry fished the silver cock out of his pocket and showed it to Severus: “If I stroke it here it has an effect like this.”

Draco gasped and his knees shuddered.

Harry continued the demonstration ending up with placing it in his mouth. Despite his ire Draco closed his eyes in bliss; panting and squirting cream on the professor’s carpet. Harry apologised to the professor and used a cleaning charm.

“Very effective, Harry, well done.” Severus then looked at Draco: “As usual you were trying to shift the blame on to someone else. I endorse Harry’s use of the Psyche hex and will not ask him to lift it. It’s up to you, Draco, to show true contrition and persuade Harry to lift it. I think he’s used his brains and come up with a spell that is truly unique; suitable, in a cleaned up version, for publishing as his NEWTS thesis. On top of that he has invented a pass-shorthand that ought to be patented. I’ll owl for the necessary papers, Harry; we can fill them in sometime next week. Now for some lunch … Well Draco … Are you going to stand there in the nude, dribbling ejaculate on the carpet that Harry so kindly cleaned after you had made such a mess? Or are you getting dressed and coming to luncheon.”

“Hmm … getting dressed, Uncle. Please wait for me?”

On the way to the hall, Dumbledore saw them. He gave Severus a secretive smile, and Harry a more open one. Severus nodded back affirmatively.

“Harry, my boy; Professor Snape tells me that you have already started on your DADA thesis. Well done! Mr Malfoy, I have a letter for you from your father. You have my reluctant permission to go, if you wish to. Although I’d rather you didn’t”

“Thank you, Sir,” Draco took the proffered envelope and scowled at it.