The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling! I´m making no money from this!
Captivity under the new Dark Lord, Snape, will put Harry´s and Draco´s friendship to the test like nothing before. While Draco loses himself, Harry falls in love with his friend. Will they succeed in their struggle for freedom and happiness?
SSDMnoncon, straight!Draco, pining!Harry
warnings: slash, noncon, violence, torture, moderate lemon, bad language
FRIENDS IN NEED
Chapter 1
Pandemonium was reigning on the battlefield. The final battle surpassed any of the preceding ones in cruelty and destruction. The former Hogwarts grounds were littered with wounded and dead. Curses sent against the enemy and anguished cries were creating a crescendo of terror, almost deafening the ones who were still able to fight.
"Watch out, Harry!" Draco yelled, his heart almost stopping when a gone astray flash of green whooshed in his friend´s direction. He blocked it at the last possible moment by sending a Death Eater hurtling into the path of the Killing Curse, as Harry was oblivious to his surroundings.
Harry concentrated fully on the duel with his opponent, Lord Voldemort himself, whose maniacal grin sent a shiver down his spine. He allowed himself to forget everything else around him, knowing that he could trust Draco with his life. They had spent the last two years together on the Horcrux-hunt, saving each other´s lives uncounted times. If he would entrust anybody with covering his back, it was Draco.
A sickly grey flash of light, one of Draco´s Dark curses, hit against Voldemort´s powerful shield with a sound reminiscent of thunder, causing it to flicker under its impact. Harry immediately used the opportunity to destroy his enemy´s failing protection with the Shield Banning Curse he had found in a small booklet Albus Dumbledore had given to him on his death-bed.
Crimson eyes narrowed with anger, as the abominable creature spit out an 'Avada Kedavra', sending the Killing Curse against Harry as he had done already twenty years ago. Harry barely escaped by letting himself fall onto the hard ground, unwilling to test if his mother´s protection would still safe him from certain death.
"Diffindo!" Draco screamed over the clamour, ignoring the searing pain a slashing hex was causing in his side, as he directed the Severing Charm against the Dark Lord´s left wrist.
The severed hand fell to the frozen ground, offering a ghastly sight as it still threateningly gripped the white wand. A shrill cry tore out of the Dark Wizard´s throat, as he held his mutilated arm.
"This is for my parents! Augureo!" Harry whispered with a grim smile, noting the destruction the Viscerating Curse caused in Voldemort´s middle with satisfaction.
Draco shook his head, disbelief clearly showing on his face, as the Dark Lord, instead of being incapacitated at this stage, howled with rage and picked up his wand with his intact right hand. "Sectumsempra!" he shouted, his curse slashing the throat of the evil creature twice. A torrent of dark blood was flowing down the front of Lord Voldemort´s robes, his severed vocal chords unable to produce even the smallest sound to save himself from Harry.
Harry was quietly whispering ancient incantations, evoking the magic his mother had protected him with at the cost of her own life. The scar on his forehead started to gleam with a green light, resembling the colour of the Killing Curse. A whispered 'Avada Kedavra' finally fell from Harry´s lips. The Killing Curse erupted not from the tip of his wand but from his forehead, burning a sign matching Harry´s scar onto Voldemort´s forehead.
Voldemort and Harry both fell at the same time, one dead before his corpse hit the frozen meadow beneath him, the other gasping with exhaustion. Harry suddenly felt as if all his strength had left him and a swarm of bees was buzzing in his head. A heavy weight seemed to have been lifted from his soul. Feeling free for the first time in his life he watched with a grin as Draco´s silvercoloured eyes sparkled with happiness and a big smile lit up the pale face.
"You did it!" Draco screamed, shooting golden sparks into the darkening sky to inform the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, that the war was over. Lord Voldemort was dead.
Harry´s breath hitched when Snape all of a sudden Apparated behind Draco. The blonde turned around, seemingly freezing as he held onto the black robes of the beady eyed man. Harry frantically scrambled off the frozen ground, sensing that his friend was in severe trouble. Draco was covering Snape with his body, making it impossible to hit Voldemort´s second in command with a curse until Draco slowly sunk to the ground, a pained cry leaving his blood-stained lips when a knife was jerked out of his stomach.
"No...NO!" For a moment Harry was frozen with horror at the sight, before his body and mind obeyed once again, allowing him to attack Snape with blinding fierceness.
His unerring curse sent the odious man hurtling through the air, but this time there was no Draco to watch his back and a Cruciatus Curse slammed into him. The pain caused him to fall onto hands and knees, his lip bitten through within seconds as he tried to keep some level of conscious control. When a second 'Crucio' hit his body, this time from a snarling Snape, the pain almost caused him to black out. His screams resounded over the battlefield, causing many a head to turn towards him.
He was unable to shut out the agony racing through his body, leaving him defenseless against the Death Eaters swooping down on him. Harry was disarmed and restrained before the red haze lifted from his eyes and his lungs gave up their attempt at crawling out of his mouth. Snape sneered down on him with loathing written all over his face, before he turned around and imperiously strode over to the gasping blonde, whose face had lost all colour. For a fleeting moment Harry´s eyes met the wavering gaze of his friend, stormy grey glazed over with pain and shock.
"How could you -" whispered Draco with eyes full of wonder directed at Snape.
"You would not believe what one can find if searching long enough - even a way to break an unbreakable vow!" Snape´s ferocious expression reminded Harry of a snake ready to strike its prey.
"I can even kill you now, traitor," the blackhaired man remarked quietly, removing Draco´s shaking hands from where he was pressing them against his blood-covered stomach to slowly push a finger into the stab wound. "Never forget that - Draco."
A cold shiver ran down Harry´s back at Draco´s agonized whimpers, his hatred for Snape rapidly spiralling into mind-blasting heights, as his friend looked pleadingly into Harry´s direction.
"Stop it, leave him be, bastard, I swear, I´ll kill you!" Harry screamed in murderous rage, spittle flying from his mouth, while three Death Eaters were holding him down, hands and knees harshly pressing into his body.
When tears of pain made their way down Draco´s deathly pale face to soak the uncaring ground beneath him, Snape finally withdrew his blood covered finger and cleaned it on the blonde´s robes. Draco was still whimpering pitifully, as his tortured body, shaken by crimson coughs and violent tremors, was slowly shutting down, the pain too much to bear.
Harry had not even realised until now that the battle around them had died down. The Death Eaters had obviously won, judging by their jubilant shouting. Snape sauntered to where Harry was lying on the cold ground, breathing heavily, and picked up Harry´s abandoned wand.
"I don´t think that as you´ve fulfilled your destiny and killed the Dark Lord you will still need this." Snape grinned cruelly as he broke Harry´s wand into two and thrust one of the splintered ends deeply into Harry´s thigh. Harry yelped with surprised pain, instinctively trying to grab onto the intrusive wood, but the restraining hands stopped him immediately. The piece of wood was pulled out again, causing him to moan with pain. "We wouldn´t want you to run, Potter."
"Harry?" Draco whispered, fearing for his friend as the pained yell had shocked him out of the soothing darkness he had wanted to slip into.
"Take all those not too severely injured inside, the rest you can burn! Potter and Malfoy I want in the separate cell!" Snape ordered with a dark look before he turned around and walked away, his robes billowing like in olden times when he had still been the Potions teacher at Hogwarts, a place which didn´t exist any longer.
The castle had been overtaken by Voldemort´s forces more than a year ago and been renamed 'Shadowcrest'. A very fitting name, Harry thought, as he looked at the old castle on his way up the hill, mourning the place where he had been happy as a child. Shadows were hovering around the towers like dark clouds and the evil the old castle radiated chilled ones soul. The grass which had always been green had died, and the ground was frozen in a never-ending winter.
The Death Eaters dragged the limping Harry down towards the dungeons situated behind the former Slytherin House. When they arrived at their destination, a creaky door was opened, and he was pushed forcefully enough into the small cell to crash to the ground. It was situated at the end of a very large underground hall, separated through iron bars from a large area with an open fire and chains on the walls, whereas on the opposite side iron bars separated a much larger holding area from the main chamber.
Draco was floated in and unceremoniously dumped onto the stone floor as well. Worry welled up inside Harry when the fall enticed only a strangled moan out of his unmoving friend. He sat down beside Draco as fast as his pulsing leg allowed and carefully raised his head onto his lap. He cleaned the blood from Draco´s mouth with his shirtsleeve while he put his other one on the heaving chest, feeling the racing heartbeat.
"You´re going to be okay, Draco," Harry whispered, fighting against the telltale burning in the back of his eyes.
He could not stand to lose another friend. Images of Ron and Hermione on their wedding day pressed into his mind, their happy faces and carefree laughter a faint echo in his memory. They had been a part of the Horcrux-hunt, a quest so taxing and dangerous that death had always leered at them. Paradoxically they had lost Ron and Hermione, a couple sharing a love so deep Harry wished to find any time in his life also, to something as banal as a car-accident.
Draco had been at Harry´s side even in those darkest hours, when Harry had cried bitter tears over the loss of his childhood friends in Draco´s arms. Only two months later, at the time they had managed to destroy the last Horcrux, Draco had lost his fiancee, Pansy, which had left both young men joined even stronger in their shared grief.
Harry started when Draco moaned, holding onto Harry with trembling hands. "Harry - it fucking hurts - once I can manage to get up - I´ll kick Snape´s ass."
Harry nodded, releasing a shuddering breath. He was sick with worry; the stab wound looked bad and he knew that it could very well kill his friend, if it was left untreated. Draco´s tense body trembled under his hands, a pained cry escaping his lips when Harry pressed his cloak onto the wound to staunch the bleeding.
He slowly caressed Draco´s sweaty hair while he watched as other Order members were brought in and locked into the larger holding area. Harry was baffled and worried at the small number of captives, hoping that most had used their Portkeys to get out instead of smoldering on the field of death surrounding the castle.
Finally Snape entered, who looked around with satisfaction before he came over and entered their cell together with four other men, all dressed in black battle garbs. Unconcerned he looked down on Draco, who was choking out another mouthful of blood.
"Help him! You can´t let him die like this," Harry immediately said, trying to keep his ire against Snape in check in favour of looking at him pleadingly.
Snape looked surprised for a moment, before his eyes started to glitter with malice. "What would you give me for a healing potion, Potter?"
"Whatever you want," Harry answered without hesitation. He froze with shock and revulsion when Snape opened the fly of his trousers.
"I guess you know what to do," Snape said coldly.
"No! Fuck you, Snape! Leave him alone!" Draco panted weakly, his face contorting with pain as he tried to push himself off the floor, in vain.
"Draco! Stop this! You can´t get up," Harry whispered beseechingly.
"Please, Harry, don´t give him what he wants!" Draco begged quietly. "I can manage without the potion."
Snape snorted and turned around, already stepping out of the cell when Harry´s pleading voice stopped him. "No! Please, I´ll do it."
With a pained frown on his face he knelt in front of Snape, disgusted at what he was obviously supposed to do. The thought of since when Snape had been interested in men flickered through his mind for a second only before the nudge of soft skin against his lips brought him back into harsh reality. Enraged shouts were coming from the larger cell, where several of the Order members had started to protest against Harry´s treatment, but they were soon silenced by some well-placed Crucios and Silencios.
"Open your mouth, Potter," Snape drawled and pushed into Harry´s unwilling mouth, "and no teeth!"
Harry flinched at the feel of the foreign flesh entering his mouth. Behind him Draco moaned loudly; Harry did not know if with pain or protest. He was wondering how he was supposed to proceed, having received such treatment only twice in his life and surely never having done it himself, when Snape grabbed a handful of raven hair and started to thrust without care for the other one´s need to breath.
Harry struggled, pushing against Snape´s thighs, as the deep intrusion triggered his gag-reflex and blocked his airways. Snape thankfully finished within the minute, emptying his foul seed into his mouth. The taste was sickening and filling Harry with the desire to empty his stomach straight onto Snape´s lap.
"Swallow it, Potter!" Snape snarled to the derisive laughter of the other Death Eaters.
Harry closed his eyes in defeat. Shuddering and gagging he was fighting against bringing everything up again, sure that Snape would take that as an excuse not to give him the healing potion Draco needed so urgently.
Finally Snape pulled a small vial out of his robes´ pocket and threw it into Harry´s trembling hands. When he saw the sneer on Snape´s face he realised that the greasy man had all along planned to heal Draco. He had to control the furious wish to attack the bastard right there and then, reminding himself of that Draco needed him. Snape and the others watched with malicious glee as Harry scrambled to Draco´s side, carefully raising the wheezing man´s head to pour the thick liquid into the blonde´s mouth.
Draco moaned and tensed when the potion started its work, knitting the stab wound together within seconds, leaving a deep red scar as the only reminder of the injury. Relieved Harry cleaned the blood from Draco´s stomach with the hem of his robes. Snape scowled at them for some moments before turning around and leaving without another word.
Draco glared at Harry before his look changed to a shameful frown. "I´m sorry, that you had to do this because of me, Harry," he whispered, his voice betraying his still weak state due to the shock and blood-loss he had suffered.
"You would have done the same for me, if you had been in my place," Harry said with conviction.
He tried to give his friend a genuine looking smile, fighting against the urge to hurry into a corner and retch for a very long time. It would not do to make Draco feel even worse. Draco nodded weakly, his eyes already closing as he fell into an exhausted sleep, his head still resting on Harry´s lap.
A/N: Hm, I wrote first that noncon is unwanted sex, but not rape. One reviewer stated that unwanted sex is still rape, and she (I guess) has a point there. Well, maybe I was influenced by a definition I read somewhere, that there is a difference between noncon and rape. So, sorry guys, there will be general noncon in this story (cause who in his right mind would like to have fun with Snape hides from Snape-fans). Though not forced through raw violence it will still be forced through other means. Sorry again!