Why Me?

Why Me?
SS/HP, m/m, oral, anal.
NC-17 for language & slash.
Updated version.

It was an unusually hot June and the day Harry was taken from the Dursleys was no different. The sun happily shined, causing the temperature to hit 37º C (about 104º F). It was so hot that the Dursley\'s air cooler broke, which caused them to angrily take it out on harry and throw him outside.

Suddenly, while Harry sat in the shade he had found in a park, a voice called his name, “Harry?”

“What the fuck!” Harry jumped, knowing that no one -besides him- was ever out during a massive heat wave.

“Hi, Harry. Are you okay?” Remus Lupin inquired.

“Remus! Yeah I’m fine. What are you doing here?” Harry gasped trying to calm himself.

“I was told to come and fetch you Harry.” Remus replied seemingly nervous.

“Fetch me? What am I? A dog?” Harry said angry that no one ever bothered to talk to him over the summer unless they wanted/needed something.

“No.” Lupin sighed, “Look, I have my orders, and I’m not going to defy them.”

Harry scoffed, “Are you trying to say something Lupin? Trying to say that I don’t obey my orders? Are you saying that if I had that Sirius would still be alive!?”

“No Harry! Please, Just listen,” Remus pleaded, “Professor McGonagall along with Moody went to collect your things from the Dursleys…”

“Whoa! What?”

“They went to collect your things. Hedwig, is going to stay with us at Grimmauld Place for the remainder of the summer….”

“What? Why? What is going on?” Harry said squinting his eyes.

“I’m sorry Harry but we\'ve determined that it’s for the best.” Remus said activating the portkey and grabbing Harry by the arm .

When Harry fell on the floor of their destination he yelled, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT REMUS!”

“Portkey.” Lupin replied softly.

“I know that! But where are we? And why didn’t you warn me? Don’t I ever get a say in anything Remus?”

“Harry please, Dumbledore insisted…”

“Ohhhh! Dumbledore. Riiight! The sadistic bastard. Typical!” Harry spat.

“Harry! Dumbledore cares for you, and does what he believes is best for you. Therefore, you will not talk about him that way!” Lupin warned, “Now, your stuff has already been put away, and i\'m going to give you the tour. We’re in a small, secluded house, in the Wizarding world.” Lupin sighed. “You are here because you were ordered to stay here for the rest of the summer.”

“What?! Why?” Harry said as he lifted himself off the floor.

“Dumbledore has been trying to find a safe place for you and when the ‘opportunity arose’, as he says, he snatched it. I’m sorry Harry there is no other choice.”

“Uhgh,” The fact that he didn’t have a say in the whole thing pissed him off but he wasn\'t going to argue.

After giving Harry \'the tour\' Remus sighed, “There is one more thing…”

“What?” Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“You won’t really have contact with the outside world while you are here, though ‘we’ as in The Order, have ways of knowing if any Death Eaters or other foes try to break in. And you won’t be allowed to use your magic, unless if you wanted to brew a potion…”

Harry laughed at the idea.

“…Or do wandless magic, but more importantly as I’m sure you know you will have to have some sort of supervision.” Lupin looked at Harry pitifully before continuing, “And it’s been determined, well, it’s just worked out, I mean, Dumbledore’s opportunity-Professor Snape.” Lupin mumbled.

“Excuse me?” Harry asked not sure if he had heard correctly.

“You will be staying here with Professor Snape for the rest of the summer.” Remus replied quickly and firmly walking away.

“No! No way! You’ve got to be kidding me Remus!” Harry said following.

Lupin sighed again before responding, “I’m sorry Harry. Now, I’ve got to go now but Professor Snape should arrive shortly. And remember: we will contact you, not the other way around.”

“No!” Harry cried, causing Lupin to quickly portkey his way out.

Harry pouted for the rest of the afternoon but eventually got tiered, found his bedroom, and took a nap. It was nearing 10pm when Harry finally woke and his stomach was growling. Deciding there was no reason not to, Harry went downstairs and raided the kitchens.

As Harry was eating he heard strange noises coming from the storage room. He knew that Remus had said that The Order would be aware if any intruders came in but Harry still wanted to check things out for himself so quietly Harry opened the storage room door; it wasn’t locked. Harry squint his eyes to see clearer in the dark room, and then almost jumped back when he saw the figure of his Potion’s Professor. Severus was sitting in a very old, unstable, chair with his head lying down against a table, his shoulders shaking lightly.

Not knowing weather his professor was crying, or laughing, as both seemed equally absurd, Harry slowly crept toward his Potions Master playing with the idea of comforting him-if he was indeed crying. However, as Harry neared his professor, Snape’s spying/Death Eater reflexes took over and he turned around with an evil glare.

The sudden turn of the head startled Harry so much that he backed up extremely fast, stuttered nonsense, and eventually fell backwards. During Harry\'s fall he knocked over several cauldrons, causing many to fall on top of him, including a large, heavy, black one that landed on his head.

Snape sighed and shook his head as he watched his prize cauldron collection land on top of the-bloody-insolent-boy-who-lived-only-to -get-killed-by-his-potions-master’s-prize-cauldron-collection.

Sighing againg Snape walked over to Harry and knelt down saying, “Potter,” as he lifted the cauldron up from Harry’s head. Harry was teary-eyed and his head was cut; but upon seeing that the wound was only superficial Snape forgot about being caring and spat, “Spying Potter? Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?”

“NO! I mean, I Wasn’t, I didn’t even know you were here! I’m sorry. I thought you were crying and I wanted to help. I’m sorry.” Harry shouted, partly apologizing for the cauldrons and partly for his stupidity in 5th year. Snape placed his hand over Harry’s bruised head, and whispered a healing spell.

“Were you crying Professor?” Harry asked after Snape finished, “I don’t mean to intrude but...”

“Then don’t.” Snape said sternly and departed the storage room.

In the morning Harry woke up with a pounding headache, he rummaged through his drawers and couldn’t find anything to remedy it so he decided to go downstairs.

In the kitchen, Snape was making himself breakfast, the muggle way.

“Potter.” Snape said acknowledging Harry’s presence.

“Good morning Professor” Harry replied mock-nicely.

As Snape continued to make his breakfast in silence, Harry rummaged through the kitchen drawers. Yet, after Several minutes past Harry found himself with a bigger headache, and without a single aspirin or headache potion. Sighing, Harry re-opened a drawer hoping he had missed the aspirin the first time.

“OH for the love of….What in bloody hell are you doing Potter?” Snape snapped slamming his fist on the stove.

Harry jumped, “Oh, um, I have a headache.”

Snape rolled his eyes then continued making his breakfast. Harry decided to retreat to the living room until it was “safe”. Harry was waiting in the living room when he saw Snape stomping up the stairs.

A few moments passed before Harry decided it was safe to go back into the kitchen unfortunately just as he was headed back, Snape stormed back down the stairs. “Here.” Snape grunted as he held out his hand.

“It’s to relieve you of your headache.” Snape growled when Harry hesitated in taking the potion.

“Oh, um thanks.” Harry said taking the bottle apprehensively. The potion worked immediately and with his headache gone Harry ventured passed the dinning room and into the kitchen where he made himself some toast and poured out a glass of milk. As Harry sat down, as far from Snape as possible, he pondered what Snape had made for breakfast- it smelled wonderful.

When Harry finished his meal he broke the comfortable silence that had befallen the table. “Are there any rules? Sir.”

“What?” Snape said startled as if he had forgotten Harry was there.

“Rules. Like…Well I don’t know. I mean obviously, I can’t go to your room, and I don’t want you to come to my room. Um okay I got a rule, so like, I hate messy kitchens, so I clean up my stuff, and you clean up your stuff, right? Well I’m sure you hate messy things too, if Potions class is any indicator….”

Snape glared dumbfoundedly at Potter.

“Um. Yeah. So what about showers and stuff. Do you have ‘a time’ that you do your stuff, because it doesn’t really matter to me, as long as I get in a shower once a day and I know that you’ll probably want to shower after your potion making.” Harry smiled hoping the rumours about Snape never showering were not true.

Snape smirked, “My my Potter, I never knew you cared.”

Harry only glared in response.

“Fine, if you want rules. Then here are the rules. First rule: I will get the shower room twice a day, once in the morning, and once in the evening. You will not bother me. I also require the room whenever I need to relieve myself; I do not schedule that and won’t give a damn if you happen to be lollygagging in the bathroom during those times. Second rule: You will not go into my bedroom, and Dumbledore would turn to the dark side before I would ever step foot in yours. Third: The storage room will now be considered The Laboratory, My Laboratory; you will not lollygag in there either! Fourth rule: you will keep your noisemaking to a minimum; I do appreciate the art of silence. Alright Potter? Happy. Rules established.”

Harry nodded relieved that he wouldn’t be forced to do yard work or window washing or anything of the sort.

Harry spent the rest of the day outside. He wrote letters, though he knew he couldn’t send them, and poetry, he also thought about Sirius, and flying.

It was late afternoon by the time Harry got back inside and Snape was cooking again- the muggle way.

“Professor.” Harry nodded as he walked into the kitchen.

“You’re filthy, Potter.” Snape spat though he hadn’t even looked Harry’s way.

“Am not.” Harry protested.

“You most certainly are. I suggest you wash up before dinner.”

“Why would you care….” Harry began before Snape shot him a Snappish look that said, it-wasn’t-really-a-suggestion.

Once Harry came down stairs, from washing his hand, he noticed that Snape had set up the table with Harry’s plate on one end and his own all the way on the other.

Harry was surprised Snape had fixed a meal for him but he wasn’t going to complain. When Harry didn’t sit right away Snape pointed to Harry’s plate and grunted, “Yours” then added, “Eat.” Harry softly smiled. Snape made Harry think of a character from a muggle movie he once saw, what was his name again? Oh right, Tarzan. Me Snape You Harry. Harry giggled as he sat down.

“What’s so funny Potter?” Snape said as he smashed his food with his fork.

“Nothing.”

Snape snorted, rolled his eyes, and then continued to play with his food.

Harry looked at the older man trying to figure him out. Who’d cook a wonderful meal only to play with it, and feed it to their mortal enemy’s son! Harry thought. When Harry finished his food he look at his professor sadly; the man was still playing with his own food.” Thanks Professor, it was really good.” Harry said before leaving the table.

Severus just snorted again.

Harry didn’t see his professor the next morning; he figured he was in “The Laboratory”. Harry imagined a hobo Snape setting up a laboratory everywhere he went.

It was raining and Harry didn’t have much else to do but read. He read a child wizard’s book called “Jimmy and the sweet-toothed Muggle.” Harry smiled, and laughed, as he read through the pages. The book was about a mischievous wizard named Jimmy who tricked a Muggle into eating various Wizarding candy, like chocolate frogs, and Bertie Bott’s Every Flavoured Beans. Harry wondered if he acted like the muggle in the story when he first tried Wizarding candies. For the rest of the afternoon Harry read a mixture of Muggle and Wizard children’s books, including, Cinderella, The Crazy Caterpillar, Goldilocks and The Three Bears, How to be Pleasant, When Mr. Mango lost his Wand, and The Misadventures of Julia and Her House-elf.

Yawing as he looked at his muggle watch that said it was 5:00 in the evening, Harry thought *whoa what happened to the time! And where the bloody hell is Snape!*

Not pretending not to care Harry knocked on the lab door, there was no answer. “Professor, have you eaten today? I’m not prying, I was just wondering, because I haven’t seen you at all today.” He knocked again but there was no answer. Harry, being determined, opened the door which turned out not to be locked but also not containing anyone. “Hmm”

Eventually Harry decided that he had no other choice but to go to Snape’s bedroom. He knocked but there was no answer so he knocked again. No answer. He sighed and tried to open the door. It was locked. Disappointed Harry turned around to head back downstairs, but then it him, *If it’s locked he’s got to be in there!*

“Professor!” Harry called. He put his ear against the door and heard a groan and then shuffling.

“What?” Snape growled.

“Are you okay?” Harry whispered upon noticing a unusual look in his professor’s eyes.

“I’m fine Potter.” He sighed.

Harry snorted; he gave that answer to his friends all the time, and knew what it really meant. When Harry said nothing more Snape backed up and closed his door. Harry knew that the closing of the door was an indication for him to leave his professor alone, but for some reason he felt responsible for his professor and so he took it upon himself to guard Severus’ bedroom door. It was long after Harry felt asleep that Severus came out of his room.

Snape let out a yelp- he was half asleep- when he almost stepped on a sleeping Gryffindor. Severus Smirked as he looked at the silly boy, and wished desperately that he could levitate Harry to his own room, a tear rolled down his cheek as he knew and remembered the reason he couldn’t.

When Harry woke he was very sore, *Damn it, I fell asleep on the floor*, his stomach grumbled, and he decided that it was time for breakfast.

Much to Harry’s surprise, when he got to the kitchen Snape was cooking breakfast.

“Sleep well, Potter?” Snape smirked.

“Ha ha.” Harry sneered, but was glad to see his professor out of his rooms.

“Eggs?”

“Yes, please.”

Once they had settled themselves in for the meal, Harry cleared his throat and asked “Why. Um. Why are you cooking for me?”

Snape slammed his fork down, “Do you not want me to?”

“No. I mean yes I want you to.”

“Because it’s not like I care weather you starve to death or not.”

“I was just wondering.” Harry said hoping that he hadn\'t made Snape too angry.

“I was thinking that it would do you some good to practice your potion making.” Snape said suddenly.

“Huh?” Harry asked suprised at the change of subject.

“Potions. Do you not remember I am the potions master?”

“Of course, but what do you mean, practice?”

“Oh so the brilliant Harry Potter, has never heard of practice before? Shocking!” Snape mocked.

“Argh, that’s not what I meant. I mean why and how?”

“I’ll tell you after breakfast.” Snape smirked as he handed Harry a plate. Harry wasn’t sure if he liked the sound of potions practice.

After breakfast Snape told Harry that he had a potion that he figured would be an excellent trial for Harry. Or in other words, if Harry could make it correctly he’d do fine in NEWT Potions if not he’d fail miserably. Snape got the cauldrons and the ingredients out. As Harry watched he began to get very nervous he didn’t know he’d have to do a summer practical.

Harry slowly poured his ingredients in, Snape watched him very carefully, always correcting him before he did something wrong, and telling him when to lower or raise the heat. Harry wondered why Snape was practically giving him the answers but was grateful.

When Harry had finally finished, Snape smirked and said “Good Potter. If we were in school I’d give 10 points to Gryffindor.”

Harry smiled at the comment.

“I’ll just bottle this up, and you can do whatever you wish.” Snape said opening a drawer that contained vials and caps.

“Can I ask a question, professor?” Harry asked.

“I believe you just did.” He was picking out just the right ones.

“I mean a different one.” He sighed.

“Yes.” Snape set the vials on the table.

“What does the potion do?”

“You mean, you don’t know?” Snape said, slowly pouring the potion into the vials.

“Um…” Harry listed the ingredients in his head, and slowly thought of their individual properties and interactions, “It really isn’t something I think I’ve ever heard of but I believe it can be used as a poison or a cleansing potion- a really strong one.”

“Hmm you’re correct. It can be used as a cleansing potion for those hard to get out, spell resistant stains But it can also is deadly if ingested.”

“So…Why are you saving it, then? We don\'t have any stains.” Harry questioned.

“Are you stupid Potter?” Snape snapped at the boy.

“Oh, you\'re not saving it for it\'s cleansing ability but for...the other thing. So it\'s, work for The Order huh? I see.” Harry nodded.

Snape snorted loudly, “Yeah, work for The Order.”

Both the next day and the day after Harry didn’t see his professor causing harry to be slightly worried, and to realize - though he’d never admit it aloud- that he liked his professor’s distant company. Harry liked that the professor kept to himself, and was quiet. He enjoyed the sense of protection and company the professor gave, as it allowed him not to feel completely alone in the world.

It was noon on the third day of Snape’s disappearance, while Harry was eating a sandwich, that the professor came out of hiding and stormned into and then out of “The Lab”.

“Professor!” Harry called as Severus ran back up stairs. .

“What?!” Severus whorled around annoyed.

“What you doing?” Harry said, playing innocent child.

“Nothing.” Severus turned back around to head up the stairs

“Hey!”

“What!”

“Why did you run into the lab?”

“What do you really want Potter?”

Harry thought a second then replied, “To know why in the last few days I’ve hardly seen you, and then suddenly I do see you and you’re practically running into the lab and then running out trying to disappear again!”

Snape sighed, “It’s not your business Potter, Leave me alone.” Severus turned back around and when he heard his name being called again decided not to answer.

Harry threw his sandwich down; *hell if I’m going to let Snape get away so easy*

Snape slammed his bedroom door. Angry with Harry but mostly angry with himself, he allowed himself to flop onto the bed.

Snape sighed, *might as well get it over with.* He un-pocketed a small vile- it was a small vile that contained some of Harry’s potion. Snape sighed again, he had decided his life wasn’t worth living anymore, he recalled something Dumbledore had told him not to long ago and felt a pang of hurt in his chest.

Snape was trying to open the vile cursing the air tight seal when he heard a knock on the door. He placed the vile down. “Yes.”

“Professor?” It was Harry of course.

“What do you want Potter?” Snape sighed.

“Just wanted to make sure you were truly alright.” Harry peered through the door.

“I told you I was fine! Now leave!” Snape sneered.

Harry nodded but as he closed the door the thought crossed his mind that it might be nice if he cooked dinner for a change; the only problem was that he didn’t know what Snape liked.

“Hey professor what do you…” Harry said as he walked into the room.

”What?!” Snape grunted as he instinctively put down the potion vile that he had picked up the second Harry had left.

“What were you doing?!” Harry asked suspiciously as he analyzed the situation. *I wish Hermione was here!*

“None of your business, Potter.”

“Really? Well, I don’t think so Professor” Harry walked into the room.

“Potter, Don’t interfere!” Snape grabbed the potion bottle and was twisting off the top.

“No!” Heaving with anger and fright and not realizing he didn’t have his wand Harry screamed, “Expelliarmus.” When the potion vial flew towards him Harry gasped. He had done wandless magic! Harry stared at the vial in his hand as if it were not real.

Snape also stared in shock, but quickly collected himself and yelled, “Potter give me that damned vial now!”

“No professor you’re not thinking clearly.” Harry had to think fast and the only thing he could think of was to pour the evil concoction down the drain, but as he was about to run out the door Snape grabbed him by the arms and threw him onto the bed.

“NO! That’s mine Potter! How dare you! Haven’t you learned to keep your grubby little hands off my property?”

“It’s not yours! It’s mine! I made it!” Harry said trying not to panic.

Severus growled and flung himself toward the vile, in response Harry roledl over and off the bed. Unfortunately before he could get up, Snape grabbed him by the shirt and threw him down against the bed again, grabbing his hands, and trying to pull the vial out from them.

Snape climbed on top of Harry to gain control. Unluckily for Snape, his plan backfired, and although the he was smothering and crushing Harry, Harry found a way to control the situation.

Harry wrapped his legs around Severus’ lower back and his arms tightly around his neck and head. Finally Harry got in the right position to fling the vial against the wall. Severus flinched as he heard his escape to freedom crash and fall into several tiny peaces. Trembling in fury, the potions master bit down on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry screamed.

Severus freed himself from Potter, “How dare you!”

“I’m not going to let you do it!” Harry crawled out of the bed and made his way to block the door.

Severus laughed manically, “Always the hero aren’t you Potter? Can’t you just leave me be!”

“NO!” Harry cried, “Please Sir, Snape, Severus! Please! I don’t know what’s wrong but let me help you. Please, you can’t kill yourself!”

\"Potter, you good for nothing...\"

“Stop!” Harry yelled, slapping the Professor.

The slap did not force Severus into the rage that Harry had expected, but instead caused Snape to fall into a trance.

“Professor?” Harry said sitting upon the bed.

Snape didn’t move however, but continued to focus on the opposite wall.

Harry looked sadly at his professor and begged, “Please open up to me. Please. I’d never tell anyone.” He laid his hand on his teacher’s lap, “I care about you, I really do. I don’t hate you. I don’t. I promise you. I never told anyone about last year... Please let me help you like you’ve helped me all those times.”

Severus closed his eyes and Harry knew he was trying to keep from crying.

“You can cry Severus, I don’t care, I won’t judge you.” Harry said rubbing Severus lap, and eventually Harry began to massage the Potions Masters back. “You can’t die. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Harry whispered.

The two sat for a while Snape keeping his eyes shut and Harry rubbing his back.

As the quietness in the room became comforting instead of uncomfortable Harry began to think

*Shit, I need to pick up that broken glass before... and I need to get rid of the extra vile’s of that vile potion! I can’t leave him here alone, maybe I can make him something to eat, leave him in the kitchen- NO! I need to get rid of the knifes…Shit…Everything’s dangerous….Wait! Why didn’t he use his magic, why isn’t he using his magic?* Harry thought.

Harry stopped the back rubbing and quietly spoke, “Professor…”

Snape didn’t say anything but he allowed himself to open his eyes.

“…Why didn’t you use your magic when we were….?”

Snape growled inwardly and yelled, “Get out of here Potter! Out! Now!”

“Professor!”

“I SAID OUT!”

“No! I will not Severus!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Why not? Look, I’m sorry that I mentioned your magic. Is that why you’re depressed? Because your forced not to use it?!” Harry gasped.

Severus began to laugh manically.

“Oh Professor Please” Harry said desperately as he picked up the pieces of broken vile glass on the now extremely clean carpet.

Harry decided that now was as good as ever, while Snape laughed like a maniac, to suicide proof the rest of the house. He came back an hour later and found Severus sleeping. Harry watched the exhausted man’s heavy breathing for a moment before suicide proofing the room.

It was half way through the night when Severus woke. Harry had stayed up to look after him and was currently sitting up against the wall across from the bed. Snape sat up and sneered “I’m going to use the commode Master Potter, if that’s all right with you.”

When Snape walked back into the room Harry sighed, “I only wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. I don’t know what I’d do if you died but I do know that I can’t stand around and let someone I care about die without trying to help them.”

“You don’t give a damn about me Potter. You’re only trying to redeem yourself for what you think you did to Black. Which, for you’re information, Potter.” Snape paused a minute as he laid himself back down on the bed, “wasn’t your fault.”

Harry nodded. After a while Harry acknowledged that he was exhausted, and as Snape looked very comfortable he gave himself permission to lie down next to and against Snape.

It seemed as if hours passed before they spoke again but neither of them had been a sleep. Harry however, thought otherwise and whispered into Severus’ ear, “I think I love you.”

“Don’t say that Mr. Potter.” Severus moaned.

Realizing that Snape had not been asleep, Harry sighed and wrapped his slim arms around his teachers waist, \"Well, you weren\'t meant to hear that but since you did, the truth is, I’ve had a crush on you since my forth year, but It’s only that now-after almost loosing you-I see how much I love you.”

“Don’t touch me!” Snape screamed pushing Harry off the bed.

It wasn\'t long after the push that Snape heard the whimpers of a crying boy, sighed Snape leaned over and saw Harry on the floor next to the bed.

“Don’t cry Potter.” He said angry with himself, “Ugh. I’m sorry Potter. Okay? I didn’t mean to throw you off the bed.”

“I know Severus that’s not why I’m crying though. I’m crying because you rejected me...and my love.” Harry sniffed but nonetheless got back on the bed and hugged his teacher, \"Tell me why you’re depressed Severus.”

Severus did not answer but did let himself slide into Harry’s embrace.

A few hours of comfortable silence had fallen between the two when Severus let all of his emotions go. Harry, though slightly afraid, let Severus cry and cling. While he himself just patted the older man’s head, and rubbed his back.

Harry wasn’t sure but it had to have been at least an hour before Severus’ cries turned into muffled sobbing. Harry caressed Snape’s hair, and finally Snape looked up at Harry with sad eyes. “Tell me what happened?” Harry cried.

“They didn’t tell you?” Snape sniffed as he lifted himself up from Harry’s body.

“No. Who? No one told me anything. No one ever tells me anything I should know apparently!” Harry said a bit tired.

”They’re bigger fools then I thought.” Severus said, regaining composure.

“What happened?” Harry begged.

Snape knew he owed the boy an explanation so he allowed Potter into a few selected and recent memories.

Harry felt the stomach turning feeling and falling that came with memory surfing as he un-fondly had begun to call it.

>>>>>>

He saw Malfoy, but Harry didn’t recognize his surroundings.

“Snape.” Malfoy spat the name as if it was foul.

“Draco? What’s wrong?” Sev lifted himself out of a chair and looked worriedly at the boy.

“You! You’re what’s wrong!” Draco pointed his wand at the Professor.

“Draco what has come over you?!”

“It’s because of you my father is imprisoned, Because of you my mother has gone crazy! It’s entirely your fault Snape! What’s come over me you ask? Well, you should have asked yourself that question before you decided to betray OUR LORD!” Draco said seething.

“Draco. You don’t understand!”

“I don’t! Oh really? I think I do. And I told Voldemort who you are, and guess what? He rewarded me with this…” Draco yanked his sleeve up and revealed that he had taken the dark mark.

Severus gasped and Harry gasped, “No!” Harry had always disliked Malfoy but to know he actually wore the mark was something else.

Harry fell to his knees crying and in the background he heard Snape cussing and Malfoy mouthing off. He heard people breaking into the house it sounded like Aurors.

The scene faded and Harry found himself in another memory:

Harry saw Dumbledore, His face looked grave, and he didn’t see the twinkle that was normally associated with the headmaster’s eye, the look made Harry sad. Harry looked around for Snape and saw that he was sitting in a chair, also looking unusually distraught.

Harry noticed they were in Grimmauld Place just as Prof. McGonagall walked in.

“Albus.” She nodded to Dumbledore, and looked worriedly at Snape, who now had his attention towards the floor.

“Minerva dear, please sit, we are waiting for Remus to arrive.”

Severus snorted.

“Severus listen, Remus can help, you may still carry a grudge for him, but he has long…”

Remus entered, panting, “I came as soon as I heard.”

“Good. Now Remus, Minerva, I want you to see if you can alert the others, I want it to be done
as quietly but as swiftly as possible.”

Remus and McGonagall nodded together and left.

“I can’t believe you allowed yourself to get caught. I knew it would happen one day Severus. But now? Did it have to be now! We need all the information we can get!

I mean, that’s it! What are you going to do now? You won’t be able to be Slytherins head of house, and obviously no longer a spy, no family, no loved ones; certainly The Order will only see you as a threat if you stay around here!”

Dumbledore sighed and told himself out loud, “I suppose I never realized what a burden I was taking on when gave you a second chance, and now? Now, you’re not even of any use.”

Snape looked up at the words..

“I…Oh dear boy…I didn’t mean that.” Dumbledore stuttered realizing he had spoken aloud.

Snape stood, “I’m sorry for being such a burden Albus.”

Just as Harry was going to curse Albus he was in another memory.

It was still Grimmauld place, but a different room. Mrs. Weasely, Moody, and Remus, were there, all shouting, Snape had just walked in, Harry following.

Moody laughed, “Speaking of the devil! Here’s Snape.”

Mrs. Weasely frowned at Moody, “How are you Severus?”

Snape nodded semi-courteously.

“Severus, as you know Dumbledore doesn’t think you…that you should be left alone…in this time of…” Remus said trying to find the right words.

“Of self pity” Moody snapped.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” Remus declared.

Dumbledore entered the room, “Ah, Severus dear boy! Good, good, good” he cheered.

“And what pray tell is so good?” Sev sneered.

Harry ran up to Dumbledore- still angry from the previous memory- cursing.

“I’ve found a place for Potter to stay over the remainder of the summer! And one for you too!”

Harry stopped cursing to hear the conversation..

“Don’t tell me it’s in the same location.” Severus closed his eyes.

“Well actually it is. I figure Potter can keep an eye on you…” Dumbledore smiled.

“What?! Him, keep an eye on me?” Severus was dumbfounded.

“Severus you know that many death eaters are after you right now. Voldemort’s put a high price on your head!” Dumbledore tried to reason.

“And what does this have to do with Potter? Wouldn’t it be dangerous to put us in the same location? Can’t I take care of myself? No wait, I’ll answer that myself, I can take care of myself!” Snape said becoming quite flustered.

Fudge entered the room.

“AND WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HE DOING HERE!” Snape screamed.

Harry noticed that Moody seemed to find the whole thing amusing, and Remus and Mrs. Weasely just looked at the scene in horror as if bystanders.

“I’m here to strip you of your magic Severus Snape.” Fudge replied joyfully.

“Wh-Albus! You can’t let him do this.”

“It was my order, Severus.” Dumbledore said quietly.

“Why!” Snape gasped trying to figure out if it was really happening.

“I care for you Severus, I don’t want you to try and kill yourself, or Harry for that matter. If magic needs to be done Harry can perform it. Though he isn’t allowed to do any magic, strictly speaking the ministry has made potion making and wandless magic an exception.”

“But- does that mean- I can’t even make potions?” Severus gasped in horror.

“Oh Merlin no, I wouldn’t want you to try and poison yourself, now would I? Don’t worry, we’ll give you supplies for headaches and such” Dumbledore said, “It’s for the best dear boy, and it’s only temporary. You’ll basically be a squib. Not a muggle.”

Severus let his mouth hang causing Moody to laugh and to Fudge chuckle.

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Harry wanted to cry, wanted to kick Dumbledore like the stone he was kicking in the park just a week earlier, and wanted to kill Malfoy more than ever before, but above all he wanted to comfort Severus, and as in reality he knew that was the one thing he could do. So he did.

Snape was shaking; he hadn’t wanted to relive those memories again; but part of him felt like everything would be all right as he felt Harry nuzzling his neck and rubbing his back again. Severus felt odd, part of him wanted to reprimand the boy for inappropriate behaviour but the other wanted to make love to him in repayment and for comfort. Severus felt himself being pushed backwards, and felt a hot breath on his face. “Go to sleep, professor. Everything will be okay.” Harry whispered, and gave Severus a sweet kiss on the cheek.

In the morning Severus woke up with a warm body next to his, he only vaguely remembered the day before but was thankful for that, he glanced at the body. Harry was sprawled against the bed, one of his hands, lying on Severus’ stomach. Sev smirked at the thought of being claimed. Harry stirred, and then suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting Severus.

“You’re awake.” Harry stated.

“As are you.” Severus replied.

Harry removed his hand from Severus’ body, “I only, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t try anything again.” He blushed, “I got rid of the entire potion, so don’t even think of it.”

Severus smiled again; Harry’s ability to apologise to him was sweet.

“You look really beautiful when you smile.” Harry sighed in awe, “I mean, I mean…” Harry blushed again. Severus leaned forward and placed his lips on Harry’s as a thank you.

“Why are you doing this, Harry?” Severus asked as he broke the kiss.

“What?” Harry asked confused *didn\'t he just kiss me?!*

“This. All of this. Saving my life, Comforting me... Have you lost your mind!”

“I told you Severus, I love you. And aside from that…I think you need to be comforted, I think you need to have someone take care of you and not just boss you around.”

“Hmm.\" Severus thought for a moment and knowing that he had never felt so good with another person reclaimed the boys lips after saying, \"Perhaps we can take care of each other.”

Needing some air, Severus let Harry’s lips go and when he looked into the young mans face he could see pure lust, want and need.

Obeying, for the first time in years, his body\'s needs and the unspoken commands of a soon-to-be lover Severus licked Harry’s neck. The wet tounge caused Harry to buck his hips in excitement.

Snape continued to lick as he un-did the buttons on Harry’s t-shirt. “Oh god.” Harry cried.

Severus smirked, as he got the final button undone. He pressed his palms down on Harry’s torso, and roughly yet lovingly brought them up to his chest. Harry panted. Snape bent down licking his lips and then sucking on the sweet little nipples that Harry presented to him.

“Oh Severus! I want you!” Harry panted.

Severus wanted to see Harry cum; so he undid Harry’s trousers.

Severus had never done this part the muggle way, but found the teasing of the zipper, and the slinking down of each pant leg to be rather erotic.

Harry cried out as he felt his teacher’s hands roaming his body.

Severus kneeled on the floor and grabbed Harry’s cock looking at it seductively. He licked the base of Harry’s shaft slowly and roughly. He continued this for several minutes.

Finally he pressed his lips against Harry’s cock head and swallowed it, Harry cried out. And Severus bobbed his head up and down. He had one hand pumping the bottom of Harry’s penis, and his other massaging Harry’s balls.

Inorder to keep all attention on Harry, Severus humped the bedside instead of masturbating himself. Harry grabbed hold of Sev’s dark hair, and panted, “God Sev, OH Merlin, Yes. Oh faster. Faster.”

Severus obeyed; he began to hurriedly take in and out Harry’s cock, making slurping noises as he sucked and licked the tip each time, while continuing to pump the cock, and massaging the balls.
“Oh shit, I’m going to cum, Severus. Oh Severus, I’m going to cum…” Harry screamed. Severus sucked harder, and pumped faster while his own body slammed into the bedside. “OHH SEV” Harry screamed as he squirted his salty cum down Severus’ throat. The feel of the pulsing cock in his mouth made Severus came in his own pants.

When they finished, Severus lay his head on Harry’s knees, panting, he recalled being in this position yesterday, yet it had such a different meaning.

Harry placed his head on Severus’ head. “Get up here, silly git.” Harry smiled.

Sev lazily climbed on top of the bed and plopped down.

Harry laughed, “I guess this means I’m making breakfast.”

“You cook?!” Sev said in mock surprise.

“Ha Ha.” Harry frowned.

The boys ate breakfast in silence, Harry kept stealing glances at Severus, mostly to make sure he didn’t attempt suicide with a kitchen knife; he cursed himself silently for not thinking about that!

Severus mind however was not on suicide, he was wondering if Harry regretted what they had done, or wanted a relationship. Severus wasn’t usually one for hopes, but he hoped Harry would want a relationship.

It had been almost two weeks since ‘The Incident.’ And neither Harry nor Sev had talked about either the suicide attempt or the sex.

“Hey Severus.” Harry said, one evening, looking up from a book.

“Yes Potter.”

Harry sighed; he had been trying to get the man to call him Harry for going on two weeks! “Well I was just wondering if, well thinking, I mean, damn it! Are you going to teach potions next year? I mean, if the death eaters know you were a spy, they aren’t you in danger, especially as Slytherin head!”

“No Potter, when you return to Hogwarts next year, I will not be there to haunt you.” Severus sighed not even looking up from his own reading.

“That’s not what I meant!” Harry said slamming his book down.

Snape quirked an eyebrow.

“I worry about you, okay! If you’re not teaching, what are you going to do? I mean, I know you’re plenty skilled at other things, but what if you try to…what if you…I just can’t deal with it if you die! And I want you to be at Hogwarts, I, you’re the only one there for me! I know that’s selfish but its true.”

Snape continued to read.

“Stop reading the bloody book!” Harry cried tearing the book from Severus’ hand, “Don’t you see? I…I really care for you Severus Snape. Maybe I went to far in saying that I loved you, but I do want to be your boyfriend. I want to take care of you, and I want you to take care of me.”

Snape snorted.

“It’s not funny! It’s not a joke!” Harry cried, and when Snape simply grabbed another book to read, he ran to his room in tears.

It was around midnight, when Snape went upstairs, he wasn’t tiered but he knew he had to make things right with Harry before he turned in. Snape walked into Harry’s messy bedroom.

Snape sat on the bed and gently laid a hand on Harry.

“Wh-what?” Harry woke up.

“Hey.”

Harry pouted, “What do you want.”

“Don’t be childish Harry.” Severus sighed as he stroked the boy’s messy hair, “I care for you too, and although I won’t be at Hogwarts this year, you can always count on me to be there for you.”

Harry smiled dreamily, “I love it when you call me Harry.”

Snape smirked.

“Sev?”

“Hmm.”

“I know you probably don’t believe me. But let me show you how much I care.” Harry purred.

Harry stroked Severus face, and with a flick of his hand, both men were naked. Severus smiled, and he leaned over to kiss Harry. Harry groaned as he felt himself grow hard, but controlled himself knowing that he wanted to be on top.

Harry flipped Severus over and looked into his eyes as he began to finger him slowly.
After a while, Harry, who loved this new feeling of having control, took his fingers out of the Potion\'s master and straddled Severus’ hips.

Then, slowly slid his cock, already slick with pre-cum, into his lover’s opening; Severus gasped.

Harry settled in, and when he began to move, Severus moaned.

It didn’t take long for Severus to begin to pump his own cock. Harry bucked his hips as he clawed and tweaked Severus’ nipples. Harry pounded Severus making sure he nailed his prostate every time.

“Oh, Harry.” Snape panted.

The feel of Harry’s balls slapping his ass, made Severus forget all of his troubles, and it didn’t’ take long for the Potion’s Master to cum.

“Merlin, Harry, I’m Cumming.”

Snape came hard and fast, and when he finished he was too weak for anything else.

Harry withdrew from his lover and Severus let himself plop down backwards onto a pillow. Harry licked up all of the cum, and then stroked himself to completion allowing himself to cum on his teacher’s stomach.

When he was spent he moved into a comfortable position, still panting, and laid his head on Severus’ chest.

“Now do you believe me when I say I care?” Harry said as he was falling into unconsciousness’.

“Hmm perhaps. But I just may need a little more convincing, later.” Snape grinned into his pillow.

Harry laughed, “And you call me a brat,” and wrapped his arms and legs around his Snape.

The End...but has a sequel.

A/N: OMG if you\'ve read this before, and read the thing that said something like: he could hear people breaking into the house, it sounded like Auditors, well, i\'m sooo sorry! It was supposed to be Aurors....ahhh.. OMG I can\'t get over how funny yet embarrassing it was. i can just imagine Auditors breaking into Severus\' room!