Occlumency at Grimmauld Place

WARNING: This story will contain sexual content and child abuse. Specifically Harry will be punished by Snape. Harry will also be raped by Sirius. Plus it will be done in a slightly humorous and even mocking way along with some affection and comfort, which might be, strange to you. Another thing you must know is that this is meant to be a crack fic without a lot of plot. Furthermore the characters of Harry, Sirius, Snape, Lupin, etc. are largely not in character. However the characters mannerisms and styles of expression in dialogue are still evident throughout and this does take place factually in an alternate universe where Sirius doesn’t die. If this is not your thing then don’t read. It’s not like I haven’t warned you enough. So I’d thank you not to leave a review complaining about it all especially as I’ve given you ample heads up here!


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Chapter One

“Yes now! What do you think were going to wait until after dinner?” harry roared at Hermione as he took out Sirius’s knife and entered Umbridge’s office, alone.

With shaking hands, Harry grabbed the Floo Powder jar, and took a handful of the emerald powder. He bent over to put his head in the fireplace about to shout the location, when he stopped. Although his heart was racing with impatient desire to rescue Sirius, he realized he could get all the members of the order at Grimmauld Place to help him, if he transported his entire body there with Floo Powder through the fire.

Harry quickly stood up and jumped into the fireplace with his handful of floo powder and said clearly, “Number twelve Grimmauld Place!”

A few moments later he stepped out of the green flames, and not even stopping to brush his robes off he hurtled forward. But another second later, he collided with something that reached up to his knees.

It was Kreacher! Harry felt a surge of annoyance as he bellowed, “Where’s Sirius?!”

“Kreacher’s master has gone out, Harry Potter,” the elf said evasively.

“But where is he, Kreacher?” said Harry.

“Gone to the department of mysteries, he has!” said the elf laughing wickedly and smiling triumphantly.

Harry in a rush of adrenaline, from this news kicked Kreacher and he was hurtled across the room. Then Harry yelled, “Is anyone here?!” Harry was running out of the kitchen and up the twisting staircase to the first landing, “Lupin! Moody!… Mrs. Weasley!”

Harry was going the other way, up the next flight of stairs. So when Sirius emerged looking quite distressed, he grabbed Harry by the edge of his robes at the collar, stopping him. “What’s happened, Harry?” Sirius said, alert for danger.

“No! I thought,” Harry stopped and sighed with relief, but still looking agitated. “I saw you being tortured by Voldemort! Hermione made me go and check to see if you were okay before leaving school…”

Sirius’s eyes lit up in surprise and he shook his head slowly as he said gruffly, “Harry…I was just feeding Buckbeak…. Is this another of the visions you had?”

“Yes…” said Harry.

“Obviously, I am not with Voldemort, Harry. The entire order is safe. Moody having just communicated with members on duty a quarter of an hour ago.”

Sirius said as he walked Harry into the drawing room, where Lupin, Mrs. Weasley, and Mundungus were present.

Lupin bolted from his chair and said, “Why aren’t you at school?”

Harry stood in front of all three of them, squinting his eyes from the window letting in the weak afternoon sunshine.

“I had a-a vision again,” said Harry, suddenly realizing the full enormity that Hermione was right. Voldemort had tried to trick him!

“He said he saw Voldemort torturing me,” Sirius suddenly cut in.

Harry nodded, gravely and said, “It was during the history of magic O.W.L….But I guess it was a trick,” he said as his emotions depleted from anger to feeling stupid as well as cold regret at believing it. For a few seconds nobody responded so Harry went on, “I was going to find a way to get the department of mysteries.”

“Dumbledore has got to be contacted immediately”, said Lupin, as he took his wand out leaving the room to go contact him with his patronus.

Sirius was trying to take what Harry was telling him with a little bit of respect, but he could not help feeling a bit angry. “Harry…” he started biting his lip. “I hate to say it, but Snape is right. You have got to start closing your mind to these things!” he added, yelling from frustration.

“If you had gone…,” Mrs Weasley said with tears in your eyes, “to the trap, you might have been killed!”

“Let’s not go there, Molly. Harry’s fine.”

From all the stress, Mrs. Weasley burst out, “A poor example you are though!”

“What are you talking about?” Sirius barked at her.

“The time last September when you had to venture out onto the train station and be seen!” she said with virility.

Sirius let out a roar of frustration, “Harry! We have to schedule more Occlumency with Snape for tomorrow!”

Mrs. Weasley left the room, crying. Harry could not believe it. “You’ll stay here, to make sure he teaches you.”

“But Sirius!” Harry almost whined. “He already swore he wouldn’t teach me anymore, not like I care…”

“I CARE! He’ll come here, to do it,” he softened a little as he said, “I’ll make sure he treats you fairly, Harry. I’ll watch.”

“Okay,” said Harry, his heart once again filling with dread and anger at the thought of more private lessons with Snape. Lupin strode into the room and announced, “Dumbledore says Severus agreed that tomorrow evening, he’ll arrive to start the Occlumency again,” he added smiling mildly, thinking it was a peaceful solution.

Harry gritted his teeth, frowning. Lupin perceptively picking up on it said, “I know, Professor Snape isn’t pleasant Harry. But it’s best for all of us, if you learn to close your mind.”

Harry was feeling a mix up of anger and confusion that was turning into rage. “But why can’t Dumbledore tell me what’s going on! Why am I always left in the dark?” he demanded. Suddenly Harry seized an object from a coffee and threw it, shattering whatever it was.

Looking like he was going to do more damage, Sirius yelled, “I don’t give a damn about my mother’s artifacts either mate, but relax, will you?”

“I think you should go to the room you stay in, calm down and think about your actions,” said Lupin.

“But I need to know why-“

“Go to the room you stayed in! NOW!” Sirius yelled.

Harry gave a blazing look at his grandfather. Then stomped out of the room.


Chapter Two: Snivellus's Punishment


The next day Harry was still in a foul mood, but he concealed making Sirius feel happy that Harry was at Grimmauld Place again. Right after dinner, Harry and Sirius went upstairs to the drawing room, for Harry’s six o’clock Occlumency lesson.

At exactly six, the door opened ominously and there was Snape as he sternly began giving Harry instructions, “Sit in front of that desk, Potter.”

Harry reluctantly crossed the room and obeyed Snape. Snape conjured the pensieve he usually used and started placing memories inside the bowl as he said, “I don’t need an audience, Black when teaching.”

“…It’s my home and I say I can stay here!” Sirius said quickly.

Just then, Lupin came in, and nobody but Sirius seemed to have noticed him.

A minute later, the lesson began with Snape first reminding Harry as always, that it may not be an ordinary class but to call him ‘sir’ or professor’ at all times.

Then he ordered Harry to clear his mind. Then as usual, one, two, three legilimens!

Snape had no problem seeing inside Harry’s memories, and he jerked himself out of his mind so roughly that Harry was knocked onto the floor.

“Your not doing it Potter!” Snape said warningly, as he grabbed his arm to pull him up. At the same time Sirius, whipped his wand out and said, “How dare you!” But Lupin restrained him.

Snape smirked at Sirius, who Lupin had successfully calmed. “Let’s try again!”

With another failed attempt, Snape said in a low, harsh whisper, “Close your mind!”

“It’s ridiculous! I’m not cut out for it. I’d rather have the dreams,” he spat bitterly to Snape.

Snape’s eyes glittered dangerously and were about to speak when Lupin did first, asking why in a shocked voice. Sirius and Lupin were actually angry.

“I’m smart enough to tell a true one from a fake. And I’M SICK of being forced to learn this from this moron of a teacher!”

Snape was now, clearly livid. His face turned white with suppressed rage, “I told you to have manners, Potter. Returning to Hogwarts Monday, detention-“

“Like I care!” yelped Harry, thinking of the torture with the quill Umbridge put him through, and not being effected anymore by detentions.

Lupin had burst forward to console Harry. “Harry the fate of the Wizarding world may depend on your ability to learn Occlumency!”

“What? Nobody told me that!” Harry asked, confused.

Lupin looked tense, but he continued, “Dumbledore will when it is time explain…. but for now you must try to clear your mind.”

“Fine…one more time.”

Snape took extra time, in waiting for Potter to do what was asked for to perform Occlumency. Then entered his mind, with another failed attempt.

Snape surveyed him, and spoke in a dangerous voice, almost shaking with anger, “Potter you need more discipline. Stop wallowing in self-pity! The headmaster wishes you to learn Occlumency and you will do it….”

“Or else what?” Harry dared to ask. Really…Harry thought. What was Snape going to do?

Snape thinking of his determination to please Dumbledore said, “Or else I will have to punish you," “ Snape said silkily.

“Go ahead…you-you bastard. What are you going to do?” Harry jeered.

Lupin interjected sounding disappointed, “Professor Snape is right, Harry. We are not at Hogwarts, but Snape is still teaching you and he has every right to administer punishment.”

“And what about his godfather Remus?” yelled Sirius.

Well…” said Lupin. “Harry is being taught at the moment his lesson by Severus, not you Sirius. He is in the position of authority to decide...so what will you do Severus?” Lupin asked.

Snape eyed Harry shrewdly. Then said, “I think…Potter deserves a good spanking,” he said waspishly.

“No!” Sirius said, outraged.

“As long as we watch and it is not too severe, Severus. I agree,” Lupin said.

Harry could not believe his ears. Lupin was actually agreeing to Snape punishing him like a naughty child. Harry bravely argued, “Why not detentions! This isn’t appropriate.”

“Actually it is Potter. Were not in school. Were at Headquarters.” Snape said, feeling satisfaction.

Lupin nodded and Sirius frowned, as he looked like he was sick to his stomach. Forcing himself to speak calmly Sirius said, “Harry has been tense lately. Perhaps it will calm him down. Do it. Get it over with, Snape!” he said.

Snape smiled and slowly sat down in the leather armchair. The sadism inside getting a chance to play, he could feel his cock growing hard.

Harry just crossed his arms defensively. Snape lifted the sleeves of his frock coat up, and spread his legs as he said, “Well, Potter… Must I tell you to come here?”

Harry was not going to drag his feet or act guilty. He aggressively walked over to Snape and stood before him.

Snape glared at Harry and said, “A word of warning Potter: Next time you shout derogatory words at me, I will inflict more than a spanking. Do you understand?”

“Yes….sir” Harry said tensely.

“Oh really Snivellus?” Sirius yelled.

Snape ignored the jibe and took Harry roughly by the shoulder and straddled the boy over his lap and the large armrests. Quickly Snape pulled Harry’s robes up to reveal his boxers. He raised his hand and started swatting, hard. Sirius, stricken with terror, watched. It was almost torture to him.

After several swats, in which Harry was laughing a little. Snape decided it must not be painful enough. “Let’s take off Potter’s, pants? Shall we?” he said, with humor thinking of the memory Harry had seen.

His lip curling, Snape revealed Potter’s bare buttocks, only slightly pink so far. Sirius could not bare to look on and left the room saying, “Lupin…you’ll.” But he couldn’t get the words out to tell his friend to make sure Harry’s spanking was not too harsh. Sirius went to stand outside the door, so he wouldn’t have to look.

Harry was now, struggling not to cry out in pain. The stinging was slowly making his ass feel like it was on fire!

“Firstly…you shall address me as “sir” or “professor” as long as I am your teacher, Potter.”

“Yes SIR!” Harry screamed, hoping maybe Snape would stop.

His ass was now beginning to turn a deep red.

“And you shall close your mind every night before bed.”

“Yes…Professor…please!” he said, begging for mercy.

“And finally…report to your lessons on time and give a sincere effort!” Snape said with hatred and frustration, laying the hardest of smacks on Harry.

“Oh!…Yes…SIR!” Harry said his cock growing hard from the arousal he was getting. It was beginning to hurt like the Cruciatus in some sense.

“Severus! That is enough….Harry will be a good boy now, I’m sure,” Lupin said.

Snape stopped the spanking, and laid a tired hand on Harry’s bottom, pinching it. He felt relief from letting his own anger out. Harry squirmed and struggled to be let off, his teacher’s lap.

A second later, Snape pulled him off. “Monday evening, Potter, same time, same place.”

Harry did not answer and Snape strode out of the room, as Sirius walked in and tried to push Snape but missed as his billowing robes trailed out of the drawing room so swiftly.

“Harry…I’m sorry. But somebody had to punish you,” Sirius said.

“I know,” Harry said.

“Go to your room and I’ll get something to smooth over the welts.”

Harry nodded smiling a little at the thought of Sirius comforting him.


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