Senses Be Stricken

Senses Be Stricken


Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Series. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling for her outstanding creative mind. Without her imagination, the story in question would not be as juicy as it is…muwhahahaha. I am not making any money…don’t ask me why not.

Warning: Contains same sex relationship between an adult and child just of age (as ruled in wonderful Europe). Harry is 17-years old in this story. Thank the Lord. Smex wouldn’t be this good without good ol’ Harry.

Chapter One: Bunk-buddies

“Again,” Snape bellowed out, wand pointed at Harry.

Harry hung his head as he tried to recover his now frantic breathing.

“I said, Mister Potter, again!” Snape closed the fraction of distance and continued to point his wand at the slumped over, sad excuse for the savior of the wizarding world, or what was assumed to be.

“Your impertinence astounds me Potter even after these five wonderful,” said with sarcastic exaggeration, “years together.”

Harry felt the anger begin to boil deep within his core and had to all but bite his tongue to refrain from lashing out at the greasy git professor.

“I do NOT relish in repeating myself, Potter, but as it seems you are refusing to continue and even try,” every word bit into the anger boiling inside Harry as Snape continued to lecture, rather rant. “Honestly Potter, you think the Dark Lord is going to stop prying into your mind? You think that the Dark Lord will step back and allow you to catch your breath. I think not, Potter.”

Harry forced himself to stand. He watched Snape and did his best to glare daggers at the man, but all was lost on Snape as he continued to talk as if nothing could interrupt his imperative information.

“No one will be there to aid you and baby sit you Potter, so I suggest you start trying or all is lost,” Snape said with a small sneer before turning away and taking a seat behind his desk.

“You will meet me back here after dinner.”

“But sir,” Harry begun but quickly quieted after receiving a rather intimidating look.

Night had fallen over the castle of Hogwarts. The corridors in night caused Harry to shiver as he made the trek down to the dungeons. It was the first time that he would be down here so late due to lessons. His heart was racing inside of his chest and his body was numbing with unconscious anxiousness. Not only that, these feelings he had every time he was near Snape were driving him mad.

They started last summer and slowly grew into a curious anxiousness he felt every time he was alone with the man. Aside from those feelings, however, he had never fully investigated into what might be the reason he felt different around Snape. At first, he had brushed it off as simply the fact that he completely and utterly loathed the man. Later though, his feelings grew more intense and started to cause troublesome dreams of the man.

Stuck in denial, Harry removed any explanation as something different from hate or loathing.

Harry just stopped short of walking into the dungeon entrance to catch a small breath before proceeding. He did a quick glance around the room before it fell on the opened office door on the other side. He walked briskly over to the door and peeked his head in.

Snape was sitting at the desk on the other end of the room, and his head popped up as soon as Harry had stuck his head in.

“Well don’t stand there like an idiot Potter, come inside.” Snape returned his gaze to what ever he had been focused on before as Harry made his way into the room to sit in the chair.

“Close the door behind you Potter.”

Harry stopped, looked over to the door behind him and swallowed slowly. He turned and stared as if willing the door to tell him that everything would be okay; instead, the door closed without him even having to draw his wand.

His eyes went wide, and he watched the door as if it had not just closed without his wand. When he turned to look at Snape, he noticed the man’s lips quirked in what would closely resemble a smile to someone who never smiled.

“Wandless magic Potter? Yet you cannot fathom how to push me out of your mind?”

Harry stood frozen as if hit with a petrify hex. “N-no, sir. I mean, I’ve never um, done that before.”

“Rhetorical Potter. Tonight’s lesson will take place in my personal quarters as I do not relish in being in the classroom all hours of the day. Follow me.” Snape stood from his desk and walked to a bookcase at the side of the room. He tapped his wand against a book placed on the third shelf and the bookcase moved casually to the side. He stepped inside and Harry took this as his opportunity to follow. He rushed in behind his professor and felt even more anxiety as he heard the hidden door close behind him.

The room was expansive with almost every wall lined with some sort of book casing. A hearth with a fire roaring inside was on his left accompanied by an armchair and a very delicate, expensive looking couch. Harry’s eyes fell onto the fire dancing in the hearth and soon realized that it was the only light in the entire room. His throat suddenly felt dry, and he swallowed once more.

Snape looked back at him and took a seat on the couch. His eyebrow drew up in almost a comical manner. “Joining me, Potter?”

Harry broke away from his glassy-eyed gaze at the fire and joined the professor on the couch. He couldn’t help but wonder why Snape hadn’t just sat in the armchair. His thoughts were cut short by Snape clearing his throat.

“If you are quite done staring at my lap Potter, then I can go about why I really had you come here tonight.”

Harry shook his head as if trying to rid himself of thoughts that seemed to pop into his head every time he was alone with the man. Thoughts of how his hands looked folded within his lap. Thoughts of what might be hidden beneath all those layers of black. He quickly dispelled all thoughts and brought his eyes to meet his professor’s.

“The real reason, sir?”

“Yes, Potter. Believe it or not, I did not have you come to practice your Occulmency. The Headmaster has brought it to my attention that it is no longer safe for you to stay in the dormitory…”

“But---I can’t go to the Dursley’s…”

“Do not interrupt me, Potter. As I was saying, the Headmaster feels that you will not be safe in the dormitories due to recent events. He has asked that you be moved to my private quarters as he feels I would be able to protect you. I have, unfortunately, agreed to allow you to stay with one condition…”

Harry’s eyes had gone wide and his throat felt dry again.

“That you must follow all the rules given to you and not discuss with any of your other Gryffindor classmates of your new living arrangements. If asked, you will only make aware that you will no longer be staying in the dormitories and discuss nothing further for yours and my safety. Is that clear?”

“Yes…um, but why you sir?”

“The Headmaster believes that I have certain securities in having you in my rooms. The Dark Lord will be aware and think it as a feeble attempt by the Order to keep you within guarded reach. He will not try anything and instead have me watch and sabotage you when he sees fit. You would not have such securities with anyone else. These measures must be taken and you will do as asked Potter.”

“Yes, sir. So when must I move in?” Harry’s heart raced and he knew not to try and fight what Dumbledore had already convinced Snape. He treaded on eggshells when it came to Snape as it was, and he knew the man felt invaded and even more so irritated with him for that measure having to be taken.

“Move in?” Snape leered at Harry. “Your belongings have already been brought down. You will begin your stay tonight. We will continue your lessons as scheduled every other day at noon.”

“Oh, um, okay. Well then, um, where will I be sleeping?”

Snape held the bridge of his nose as the child babbled incoherently. It was already ludicrous that Dumbledore felt Snape would be able to protect the Golden Boy brat, but this?! How was he to even concentrate with Potter babbling left, right, and center within his personal quarters. He needed a drink…

“If you are done babbling Potter, I will outline the arrangements. I will not be interrupted, is that understood?” Snape’s eyes caught Harry’s and he continued as soon as the boy nodded. “You will be sleeping in a room that the Headmaster added earlier today. That will be your personal room for the entirety of your stay. The only other room you will be allowed in is this room. Both my personal laboratory and room are off limits.”

Snape looked over to the mantle and back to Harry as if calculating what he was going to say next. “You will of course have complete access to the other parts of the castle as before, but you will be in these rooms before curfew.”

Harry waited for Snape to continue, but when it seemed that the man was done going over what he had access to, he asked the question that plagued him since Snape had first voiced it.

“What rules, sir?”

“Were you not listening Potter? I stated that my rooms will be off limits and you are to be in these rooms before curfew. The only other thing to mention that I fear will only fall on deaf ears is that you are not to bother me with idiotic questions and keep to yourself as I am not your buddy, friend, or anything in close meaning to such,” Snape said as he stood and began to walk over to the mantle. He poured himself a drink into a glass and sipped gingerly at it as he resumed sitting next to Potter. He was slightly aware that he chose to sit next to Potter when he could have sit in the armchair, but disregarded it with another sip of his Fire Whiskey.

When it came to Potter, everything became irritatingly confusing. For the past three years, Snape had convinced himself that these…feelings…that he only felt when he was with Potter were of complete hatred and loathing. Unfortunately, Snape knew exactly what hatred and loathing felt like and the feelings he had when he was with the brat were not of hatred or of loathing. He feared they were emotions that he could not quite pinpoint and that was why he felt like drinking every time he laid eyes on the boy. It was completely infuriating.

Earlier that day when Snape was summoned to Dumbledore’s office, at the news of Potter’s new lodgings, the insufferable old coot’s eyes seemed to twinkle with knowledge to Snape’s feelings for the boy. Snape had to do all he could to impassively brush aside asking the old man what he was up to. The twinkle in the man’s eyes seemed to hint at other reasons for Potter’s stay in his personal quarters.

He took another sip of his whiskey and was finally feeling the affects of the powerful drink. Lost in his thoughts, he completely missed Potter’s confused stares and start of questions.

Harry couldn’t help but be baffled at how lost the man looked. He had never seen Snape look anything but angry. Snape eyes seemed to be looking at nothing and his lip was quirked in such a way that made him look almost…confused? Harry couldn’t really believe what he was seeing and before he had time to further think on it, Snape was back to his indifferent look.

Snape looked down at Harry, and Harry could almost catch a hint of that confusion from earlier. Another hint of some other emotion passed through the professor’s eyes and he couldn’t help but feel enamored.

For a moment both of their eyes gazed. As soon as it had happened, it ended and Snape moved out of Harry’s view.

Snape walked to a door on the far end of the room. He disappeared inside of it, and Harry let out a breath that he was not aware he had been holding in. This situation was definitely going to complicate things for him.

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“Crucio!”

Screaming erupted from the man’s throat. His body shook and stuttered along the floor.

“I musssst know who the sssspy isss. CRUCIO!”

Harry threw his head over the side and empty the night’s contents from his stomach. His body was quivering, and he could feel the cool slide of his sweat falling from his brow. He coughed and gagged a bit before he pressed his head back against the pillow. His head flew to the door when he heard it open.

Snape walked in holding what looked to be a potion and a damp cloth. He sat down beside Harry pressing the cool cloth onto his forehead.

“Drink this, Potter.” Snape forced the potion down Harry’s throat, and he started to feel a bit better. The taste was obviously a Pepper-Up potion. He tilted his head back and looked at Snape. It was definitely unlike the man.

As if sensing the question on Harry’s mind, Snape quickly began, “One can only ignore screams of agony for so long Potter.”

“Sorry, sir. I usually put up a silencing charm, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it on the room last night.”

“Stop babbling Potter. Had I known your connection with the Dark Lord was this strong, I would have supplied you with Dreamless Draught and Pepper-Up potions last night.” Snape quickly took the empty vial and spelled it back to his laboratory.

“Didn’t really cross my mind last night after being told I would be staying with you…”

“Apparently not,” Snape said almost in a joking manner. That was definitely unlike him. Harry could feel his heart in his chest begin to pound. He watched those hands place a supply of said potions into his side drawer. They worked methodically, and he couldn’t help but watch as they placed each vial with gentle care into the drawer.

He breathed and unconsciously licked his lips. Snape’s eyes drew up and gazed at him. They were once more caught in an eye lock. If possible, Snape’s eyes seemed to go darker than normal.

“Thank you, Professor.”

That seemed to catch Snape out of this eye lock he had caught himself in with the Potter brat. He didn’t know what had compelled him to help the boy out, but after listening to him for the past twenty minutes screaming and groaning as if being affected by the Crutacious curse, he was his wit’s end and stumbled into the room to find the boy vomiting and looking rather pale.

Snape nodded his head in response since he didn’t trust his voice not to do something unusual. It wasn’t often that any one thanked him that wasn’t Poppy or Dumbledore. Especially not from Potter.

He finished putting the vials into the side drawer and turned to look at Potter before he returned to his room. The boy really did need to learn how to hide his emotions since everything was always visible on the his face. Snape was most surprised by what he saw on the boy’s face. It took him a second to recover from his shock. Potter looked absolutely radiant.

Snape drew his gaze away from the boy and stood by the bedside. “As you now are well stocked with all that you need, I will expect no further interruptions of my sleep.”

Harry watched the man leave and felt relief wash over him. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but it was getting harder and harder to contain. At a point there, he was almost sure he would jump the man. Merlin, he needed serious psychological help.

End of Chapter---TBC

Author’s End Notes: It’s been a while since I’ve written and no, this is not being beta’d. I think that it’s a good start to a long story to come. I have plenty of spare time, so hopefully I don’t get writer’s block and have the next chapter out soon. Reviews would be much appreciated.