And It Hits The Fan

Title: And It Hits The Fan

Author: Kat Potter

Archived: This is also posted on ‘The Silver Snitch’ (when it gets back up that is :s) and the milder, R rated version is on ‘Fanfiction.net’.
Summary: The story starts the summer before Harry’s seventh year. He’s fed up with being control and so he decides to take matters into his own hands. He makes some new friends and learns some lessons in life. Snape is a vampire, one who has been without his mate and pining for him since he first saw one Harry Potter as a child. Having had to hide his true self behind a mask, will he be able to make Harry see his feelings and accept him? It will be a long and rocky road with lots of obstacles on it…
Rating: This story is rated NC-17 on this site and the silver snitch for a reason. There will be full out graphic descriptions of sexual acts in this story. I will tone this down for ff.net, down to R, so there will be some descriptions, just not as graphic. Also note that this is a WIP, M/M, Slash, Yaoi (you get the picture? ;P), Lemon, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Solo, Toys, Vamp Sex (yummy!;P), Body Mod
Pairings: For now there is only Harry/Severus, Harry/OC and Ron/Hermione. If any more come up I will add them.
Feedback: I love reviews, they help my muse a lot!
Characters: Harry, Severus, Albus, Ron, Hermione, Salvör Liung (OC), Evan Matthews (OC)
Beta’s: The lovely Blackrose is my Beta :D
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe and am not making any money from this whatsoever.
Author’s Note: I am being mentored in the art of fanfic writing right now, by a fellow fi-writer, and this will being taking up all of my spare time, that would usually go into writing more chapters. Rest assured I will definatly finish this fic, it's my baby and I wouldn't abandon it, it's just going to have to wait a while.

Chapter 1 – It starts

In a dark room at 4 Privet Drive, at 4 in the morning, there sat a boy on his bed. He had jet-black, all-over-the-place hair, sparkling emerald eyes and a very famous, lightning shaped scar. His name was Harry Potter. This Harry Potter was unusual in several ways. He was an orphan. He lived with his Aunt and Uncle who despised him. He spent 10 years of his life living in a cupboard. And he was a wizard. That’s right, a wand-waving wizard. But that wasn’t even enough. On no, the fates decided that he should be more unusual. See, even in the wizarding world he’s not normal. He’s the-boy-who-lived. The one that defeated the Dark Lord at the tender age of one. Of course, that wasn’t the last Harry saw of Mr. I’m-an-Evil-Dark-Lord-so-fear-me. Nope, he had met him again, five times. And out of those five times, twice people had died. First Cedric Diggory, then Sirius Black, his Godfather, who was supposed to free him from those wretched Dursley’s, just as soon as they caught that stupid rat, Pettigrew. The year after Sirius’ death had been horrible. He had been so terribly depressed, that he had barely been able to go on. He had, for the most part, retreated into his shell. Oh, he continued playing Quidditch and studied fairly well, but he seemed to just lose his spark. No joking around with Ron. No horseplay in the dorm with the other guys. He even stopped rising to Malfoy’s bait, just ignored him. At first this had outraged Malfoy, that he should be ignored, but when Harry didn’t respond to even the most outrageous baiting, he slowly lost interest. Something had to be done, something that would shake him out of his slump. Of course, what else but another round with Old Moldie Voldie.

Harry had decided to go to Hogsmeade alone. It was just after exams and he just wanted to get out and think. That, and Ron and ‘Mione had just gotten together and he figured that they’d probably like some alone time together, so he wandered through Hogsmeade, trying to get his mind off things. Things like Voldie, and Sirius and it worked, in a way. His mind was so far off that he didn’t notice he’d wandered into a seedy part of Hogsmeade. Didn’t notice the Death Eater in front of him until the bright red light caught his eye a second before he was stunned. When he had woken up, he had been in what looked like a torture chamber with the Dark Lord himself. Then the torturing had begun. Harry got to know whips, chains, spikes, red hot pokers, taunts about him and his loved ones, curses about as dark as they could get, just about anything Voldie and his Death Eaters could think of. The days passed in a haze of pain. Not that Harry actually knew how much time had passed. Every now and then, he would pass out from the pain, only to wake up again, either naturally or magically, so to him it felt like an eternity had passed. Later he was told that it had only been about 3 days. During one session, with the bitch, Bellatrix Lestrange, he had been about to pass out, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move. He passed out before he could find out what it was, but when he woke up, he found himself to be staring at the white ceiling of the infirmary.

Once again Harry’s life changed drastically. To put it bluntly, he had had enough. The stupid fucker had put him through too much, he just wasn’t going to take it anymore. He wasn’t going to take any shit from anybody. Not Voldie or Dumbledore or his fucking Uncle. He was going to take his life into his own hands. To Harry, this meant it was time to train. Now more time to waste fucking around, so as soon as he got home, he started studying. He completely memorized his old textbooks and by the time his birthday came around, it was time to expand his knowledge into different realms. In fact, that time had just come around about 4 hours ago. He just had some beef to pick with his Uncle and then he could leave.

Now you might be wondering why a 17-year-old boy would be awake in the middle of the night, especially considering that most boys that age enjoy sleeping very much. As usual, it was a dream that woke Harry up. He was used to having dreams. Most of them would rather be classified as a nightmare. Most of those were visions from Voldemort, visions of torture and murder. Those that weren't were usually recurring nightmares revolving around the horrors he'd seen. Cedric's death, Sirius's death, his parent's death, and the torture at the hands of Voldemort only about a month ago. But not tonight. Recently he had been having dreams of an entirely different kind, an erotic kind. Now, he knew that he was a teenage boy and that it was normal for him to have these dreams, but still, did he have to have them about him? The latest dream had been especially intense and it gave him a hard on just thinking about it...

Harry lay on a bed of silken sheets. He could hear someone approaching him but couldn't see a thing because of the blindfold around his eyes. He couldn't move either, on account of the ties around his wrists and ankles. He felt the mattress sink a few inches as someone sat down on it and press silky lips to the corner of his own. They ghosted across his a few times before finally taking them possessively. They plundered his lips, a tongue diving into his mouth and exploring every inch before releasing them. He whimpered in protest and he heard a very soft chuckle in return. The lips returned, but not to his lips. They felt their way across his jaw and towards his ear, stopping just below at that oh-so-sensitive spot that could almost make him come just from the touch. He moaned and squirmed, trying to get more friction, his weeping cock needing the attention specifically. His lover only moved at his own pace, down his neck and onto his chest, latching onto a nipple, sucking on it until it was erect. He then moved on to the other nipple, treating it to the same. Harry moaned and arched into that glorious mouth. The glorious lips then made their way to his navel where the tongue swirled and dipped itself in, causing shivers to run up and down Harry's back. At last they moved downwards and Harry panted in relief. He almost screamed when he felt the tongue lick up the underside of his shaft and up to the very sensitive tip. It swirled around his cock before finally engulfing him in that sweet, delicious warmth. His lover's head bobbed up and down his shaft, bringing him closer to ecstasy. When he was almost there, he felt the lips leave him and groaned in protest, until he felt him swirl his tongue on his entrance and stick it in as far as it would go. By this time he was almost senseless with feeling. He felt a slick finger enter him and pushed himself onto it as far as he could. Oh, how sweet a finger could be. He almost lost it when he felt it brush against his sweet spot. Then he felt another finger enter him, and soon another. He was moaning in a most wanton way and yelling out his lover's name when he felt the fingers leave him and his lover's slick cock finally entered him. "Yes! That's -"gasp, "what I - fuck - want!" His lover pumped into him, hitting that unbelievable pleasure button every time. Then as he was reaching his orgasmic bliss he felt a hand grab his cock and pump it in rhythm with the cock inside him. His muscles tightened around his lover's cock and he felt it burst inside him as he came. Harry came all over their stomachs as he screamed out his lover's name. "Severus!"

Harry had awoken screaming that name, covered in his seed. As he thought about it, his hand slid down his torso and stroked his member. He stroked it harder and harder and was soon pumping furiously with need until finally, he came into his hand, spreading his seed for the second time that night.

This really was ridiculous. For heaven's sake, he was fantasizing over his greasy git, snarky bastard, potions professor. Don't forget dead sexy, a little voice in his head added. All right, the man might be a tad bit sexy, but still, he was his potions professor! There was no way anything could happen between them because, let's face it, the man despised him. Not to mention that fact that it would be a teacher/student relationship, which was highly frowned upon. So Harry just had to get his mind on other things and forget about Snape.

Harry finally pushed away all thoughts of his professor and concentrated on his plans for the day. His Uncle would be up soon and he had to be ready when he was, so he went and got dressed and started changing his appearance since it would obviously be a problem for him to go as Harry Potter. First he changed his hair. He lengthened it by a few inches and changed the color into a dirty blonde. He then changed his eye color to a piercing blue and placed a temporary sight correcting charm on his eyes. He also changed his skin color to a much lighter tone. His own was very tanned from working outside a lot. He tied a black bandanna round his forehead so his scar wouldn't show as no amount of concealment charms would work on it. He then sat on his bed, twirling his wand in a rather threatening way.

So, here he was, waiting for morning to come so he could finally get his revenge on his fucking Uncle for the horrible life he’d had to live here at the Dursleys. And maybe his Aunt and Cousin too. Oh, this had the potential to be very entertaining.

Finally! he thought to himself, as he heard his Uncle getting up and practically thunder down the stairs. The stupid lump is up at last. Now he's walking into the kitchen. And 3...2...1...

"Boy! Get down here and make us our breakfast, you ungrateful piece of shit!"

He could hear his Uncle thundering up the stairs so he could punish his Nephew for not being fast enough. Vernon Dursley tore open the door to Harry's bedroom. A smarter man might have been a bit worried about the grin that was plastered onto Harry's face, but unfortunately, for Vernon that is, he wasn't smart in the least.

"Didn't you hear what I said?! Get the fuck into the kitchen and make breakfast before Dudley starves to death!"

Harry mentally snorted before he answered. "No."

For a moment his Uncle stared at him. "What did you say?"

"I said no. I'm not going to make you or your disgustingly fat son breakfast. Or your toothpick wife for that matter, though Merlin knows she could use some fattening. Unlike you two. And there's nothing you can do to make me."

He could see his Uncle turning purple in the face. "How dare you insult me and my family! You little freak. I'll teach you to..." He had just noticed that Harry was still twirling his wand between his fingers. "Get that freakish thing out of my sight! You think you can threaten me! You can't use magic, you said so before. The nuthouse will kick you out!"

Harry chuckled softly. For a reason that Vernon couldn't fathom, the sound sent a shiver up his spine.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, dear Uncle but, no, the ‘nuthouse’ will not be expelling me anytime soon. First of all, I am too important in this war to be expelled. You remember the bastard that killed my parents?" Vernon inclined his head ever so slightly. "Well, it turns out that I have to kill him. Therefore, they need me to learn everything I can before I meet him or the whole world is doomed. That includes you, by the way." He smirked, in a rather Malfoy-ish way, making his Uncle swallow rather hard. I can't believe I used a Malfoy trick. If he ever finds out, I'll never hear the end of it, he thought. "And second, in the wizarding world, I'm of age, so I can use magic whenever I want. And believe me, I won't hesitate if I feel the need."

"O-on second thought I'd better ask Petty to make breakfast today. Will you be j-joining us?"

"No, I'm going shopping. I don't know when I'll be back." And he walked out of his room, down the stairs, out the door and apparated to Diagon Alley with a loud ‘Crack!’

His Uncle harrumphed before muttering, "always knew it was him that made that noise. Freak."

~tbc~