Paying the price for the sins of his father

Pairing: S. Snape/H. Potter
Warning: chan (sex between an adult and a minor), rape, non-con
Summary: In the beginning of Harry\'s first year at Hogwarts, he learns that Snape really doesn\'t like him, and that he takes great pleasure in hurting him.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement is intended. I play with them in my head and for fun; not earning money from sharing it.

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Paying the price for the sins of his father...


It was two weeks since Harry had arrived at Hogwarts. Two of the most extraordinary weeks of his life so far, filled with so many new things, new sights, new friends, and new teachers. Everything had seemed fantastic. Not only was Harry free of his Uncle and Aunt, an entirely new world had been opened to him, and he desperately wanted to fit in.

It seemed like some Wizards, and students too, already saw him as part of the Wizarding World and expected much of him. Harry had many times thought that this was unfair. Just because he had apparently somehow defeated that Volde... You-Know-Who as a child, didn\'t mean that he knew every charm or potion in the Wizarding World.

Harry wasn\'t used to sleeping with other people present in the same room. He wasn\'t actually used to sleeping in a room either, so he felt more comfortable with the curtains closed on his magnificent bed. The other boys\' beds were exactly the same as his, of course, but he still thought it was special. Harry could still hear his new friends, and the sound of Ron snoring, even though it was annoying when it was disturbing his sleep, was strangely comforting when his mind was too busy to let sleep come.

This night Harry had had no trouble falling asleep, but was woken up by a hand that clamped down over his mouth. He struggled to get free, clawing at the hand and wrist, making muffled noises, but to no avail. Whoever it was, was too strong.

\"Be still, Potter,\" came a low hiss. Harry immediately stopped struggling, in surprise. He recognised that voice; it had been hissing, sneering and growling at him enough during his short time at school. But what was the Potions Master doing here? In the Gryffindor dorms? In Harry\'s bed even, his sleepy mind realised as he felt the mattress sink down next to him.

For a short moment, there was the dark silhouette of the man, outlined against the weak light from the windows. Then the curtains were drawn again.

Harry heard his Professor mumble an incantation, some strange words that meant nothing to him, and then the hand withdrew from his face. Immediately, Harry tried to sit up and protest.

\"What are you doing? You\'re not a Gryffindor... You\'ve got no reason to be here.\" Strong hands pushed him down onto the soft bed again.

\"On the contrary, I have many reasons to be here, *Potter*.\" The way the last word was said, it sounded as if Snape had thought it particularly disgusting. He moved to loom over Harry with one knee firmly planted on each side of his thighs.

Harry didn\'t understand what was going on, but he was starting to be genuinely afraid. It didn\'t seem like Snape was at all worried that the other boys would wake up. As the warm cover was tugged down to expose his upper body, Harry spoke up again.

\"Get away from me, I\'ll scream.\"

\"Scream all you want, Potter. No one is going to hear you.\" Snape sounded as if he found this amusing. \"No one is going to come to your rescue. The Golden Boy is on his own.\"

Rescue? Was he in danger? What did Snape mean, and why... Oh no ... Why was he touching him? Harry shuddered as he felt hands slide up under his pyjamas to touch his stomach.

\"No!\"

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Ah delicious. Delicious to feel the trembling and hear the gasps from the boy.

This younger incarnation of Potter was just as annoying as his father had been. Arrogant and obnoxious, so certain of his superiority and splendid talent. But this time, Snape would tame the beast before it was allowed to grow out of proportion.

He had expected a quiet, broken boy to arrive at Hogwarts. That not even the appalling conditions under which the boy had had to grow up had tempered his spirit only proved to Snape that Harry was too much like his father, James. Snape wouldn\'t allow a Potter to humiliate him again; it was the boy who would feel the sting of that.

He slid his hands higher, effectively trapping the squirming boy between his thighs, enjoying the feeling of the boy rubbing his thin body against him. It was unintentional, of course, and therefore all the more enticing. Snape leaned forward so that he got the friction exactly where he wanted it, and pushed the pyjama jacket over Harry\'s head. He bunched it up in his left hand, so that the boy\'s arms were trapped over his head.

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Harry struggled against the hold on him, but his arms were entangled in his pyjama top, and he couldn\'t do much about it. He protests grew louder as Snape\'s other hand slid over his body, now moving down to the waistband of his pyjama pants. This was so wrong!

\"Stop it, get off me! No...\" He squirmed more, trying to get away from the exploring hand that seemed to move relentlessly over him, pawing at him. \"Let me go!\"

Snape let go of him for a few seconds, and Harry wondered if he had come to his senses, but then he heard another few words that could only be some kind of spell. The man shifted his weight and pulled the covers off Harry completely. As Snape let go of Harry\'s hands, he tried to sit up to move away, but found that even though Snape didn\'t hold him down any more, something else did.

With a few deft movements, Snape also pulled Harry\'s pyjama pants off him, leaving him naked. Harry whimpered and shivered slightly, and it wasn\'t only from the contrast between being warm and cosy in his bed and lying naked in the chilly night.

\"You\'re... you can\'t! I\'ll tell!\" Harry tried to sound brave, and pulled at the bonds that held his arms immobile. He raised a leg to try to kick at Snape. \"You can\'t do this to me!\" His protests turned to an inarticulate cry as firm hands grabbed his legs and pulled them apart. Why couldn\'t anyone hear him, Harry wondered. Why didn\'t any of the boys wake up?

\"That\'s what you think now, Potter. And just whom would you tell? If it gives you comfort, then by all means, cling to the thought.\" Snape\'s voice was silky, even if his breath had sped up slightly. It sounded out of place, like it wasn\'t attached to the actions taking place. Too calm, too smooth.

Harry didn\'t know who to tell, he didn\'t know many people at school. Could he tell Hagrid? Would he believe him? Why was this happening?

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Snape didn\'t need to see the boy to know that he looked all flustered and scared, tempting in his naked innocence. He didn\'t need to see the Potter boy to get his revenge. The sheer thought and feeling of doing this to the offspring of his long-dead enemy was enough. To have eyes that looked so like those of the boy\'s mother regarding him with whatever expression Potter could come up with - fear, pain, accusation - would be too distracting as well. Guilt was not a welcome guest at this moment.

He settled between the boy\'s legs and leaned forward again to taste the succulent flesh, licking over the boy\'s smooth chest, biting lightly at one of his nipples. The continued pleas to stop doing this and the threats that the boy hoped would deter Snape were pushed to the back of his mind, to serve as no more than a lovely source of background noises. He wondered for a moment if Potter had used up his energy since the boy was struggling less and less. There were no illusions in his mind about the child actually beginning to enjoy what he was doing to him.

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Harry made a sobbing sound, and immediately regretted it. Snape would probably only enjoy it if he began crying too; it was just that it was harder and harder to keep the tears back. He had thought he had an awful time at the hands of the Dursleys, but this was not any better. In fact... it was much worse. Especially since Snape didn\'t seem to want to stop anytime soon, acting as if he couldn\'t hear Harry. The muscles in his arms ached from the exertion of trying to free himself, and he felt so helpless.

When Harry felt Snape\'s hand groping at his prick, he struggled to get away with renewed energy. I\'m having a nightmare, he thought to himself over and over, it\'s just a bloody nightmare, this can\'t be happening.

The low, mirthless chuckle that came from the darkness above him was terrifying him. Professor Snape was enjoying his struggles, his fear and his panic. Harry realised that everything he did to try to save himself only served to make this more pleasurable for the man. Still, he couldn\'t just do nothing; he had to try.

The hands spread Harry\'s legs wider, moving slowly over the insides of his thighs. Snape was so close now, that Harry\'s legs were resting on the man\'s thighs, and he had to endure the feeling of fingers spreading his buttocks and cold air finding its way into places it had no business being. If Snape murmured more charms, Harry couldn\'t hear it for the thumping in his chest and the rush of blood in his ears. He pulled harder at the bindings that held his arms to the headboard, and writhed against Snape\'s hands holding him, desperate to be free.

Then he stiffened, his body tensing up, as he could feel something entering his arse. It felt awful, wrong, and it burned. Fingers moved against his buttocks, giving away that this was indeed one of Snape\'s fingers inside him. Harry whimpered.

\"Please... please stop... don\'t...\"

\"Ah, yes. Feels strange, does it? Relax boy, and it won\'t hurt you... You\'ll get used to it eventually.\" Strangely enough, Snape\'s soft voice was more threatening than the earlier hissing had been. Perhaps it was the implied threat that this would either continue for quite some time, or even worse, that this was not the last time. Either way, tears forced their way to Harry\'s eyes, and he blinked them away angrily. He didn\'t want to cry.

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Snape smiled to himself as he felt the boy clench tightly around his finger, imagining how it would feel around his cock. He bit back a moan and continued stretching the boy up. He had no wish to cause bodily harm to the boy, only to humiliate and enjoy him. After he was finished he would heal the boy, of course...

Two fingers would suffice, Snape thought and withdrew them from Potter\'s arse, no need to open him up too much. He wanted the boy to really feel this. If the boy screamed, so much the better; perhaps his father could hear it in his grave?

He opened his trousers and rubbed a generous amount of oil over his cock, then placed the blunt head against the boy\'s arse. He paused for a moment, relishing the frantic pleas for mercy. It seemed like Potter had realised that threats and confidence wouldn\'t get him anywhere. These were the sounds of fear.

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Snape\'s hands held Harry\'s hips in a firm grip, pulling him down so that his body was taut, making it more difficult for him to squirm. As the pressure against Harry\'s arse increased, and Snape\'s cock breached the tight muscle, pain flared through him and all semblance of words left him. All he could do was cry out as it felt as if he was being torn in half, throbbing pain spreading in all directions.

Harry wasn\'t aware of Snape continuing to push into him, wasn\'t aware of the fingers that dug hard into his body... There was only white-hot pain that burned through him, stabbing his insides like a knife. When he ran out of air, he almost choked as he gasped. But more sounds clawed their way through his throat – words of denial now, incoherent pleas, inarticulate screams – as Snape began moving inside him, thrusting into his body.

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Snape moaned as he forced himself into the tight boy. He was glad that he had used so much oil, because otherwise this would have been next to impossible, and also painful for him as well. As it was, the clenching around his cock was quite maddening, and he knew that he could come just like this, from this sensation alone. He could feel how Potter\'s body tried to deny him access, tried to push him out, and it only made this moment sweeter. He had what he wanted, he had victory.

With a low groan, Snape began fucking the boy, letting the intense pleasure wash over him. The boy\'s shrill screams were absolutely delicious, the pain and the fear evident in them only spurring him on. He was not going to last long, but he didn’t care... He would have this again.

After a few more hard thrusts into Harry, Snape came with a ragged moan. He stayed his movements and enjoyed listening to the whimpering of the boy while catching his breath. Yes, Snape thought, this was worth the risk. Now he owned Potter.

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Harry sobbed as the pain settled down. Snape was still inside him, but he had at least stopped moving. Every thrust into him had been agony, but now there was only a dull, throbbing ache inside him. He fervently wished that Snape was finished, that he wouldn\'t start moving again, because if he did, Harry knew that he was going to die. It just hurt so much.

At one point Harry had been determined to not cry whatever Snape did; now though, he didn\'t care that his cheeks were wet and that bitter tears were stinging his eyes. Please, he thought, please, oh god let him be done... I\'ll do anything...

He whimpered again as Snape withdrew from his arse. It felt strange, cold, empty... and the dull ache was still there. There were low words mumbled in the darkness, and Harry\'s arms could relax again. He could barely feel them, but slowly he pulled them down to hug them around his chest as he curled up on his side. More sobs were racking his body, and Harry never heard the words that erased the memory of what had just taken place. In its stead there was a nightmare, in which he was trying to run from his cousin and his friends as they were going to beat him up.

Snape smirked slightly to himself as he left Potter\'s bed. That had been easy enough, he thought. A cleaning charm, a small healing charm for the boy\'s arse, and a simple, yet delicate memory replacement. He removed the silencing charm as well before leaving the Gryffindor dorm, feeling quite pleased and satisfied with his evening.

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Weeks later, Harry was watching Snape while trying to brew the potion that was the assignment for the day. There was something about the Potions Master that unsettled him. It had seemed like Snape had hated Harry from the first moment, and Harry had begun feeling the same towards his teacher. Snape was up to no good, he knew it! It was just a matter of proving it...