Something to Fight For

Summary: One fateful day, Harry learns the truth behind the events of his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, now; he'll do anything to hang onto it...

Prequel:

When Harry Potter defeated the greatest dark lord of the age, Lord Voldemort, he felt hurt and betrayed from those he thought were friends. In a world turned upside down, he retreated to seclusion with a one-time enemy, and vanished from sight, save from a select few. However, things aren't always what they seem, and sometimes you find that you don't know what you really want, for there is always something to fight for...

Rating: Mature

Pairing: HP/SS main pairing, with implied HP/DM

Notes/Warnings: Chapter one mentions sex with minor. Please understand that I wouldn't mention this if it were not important to the plot. There are also descriptive sexual scenes as well as spoilers for the first six Harry Potter books.

Disclaimer: This fan fiction is a product of my own imagination. I do not intend disrespect to J.K. Rowling with the use of her characters, nor am I making any money off of this story.

Something to Fight For

Chapter 1:

Clinging to the Past:

Harry moaned softly in the darkness when cool, slender hands skimmed lightly over his warm flesh. He knew exactly who it was, even though he couldn't see him, just from the way their hands felt upon his bare torso. He whimpered softly, and arched his hips, seeking a more pleasurable contact with the man he knew was above him. He heard a deep chuckle, and knew that he was correct about the identity of his nighttime visitor.

"Shhh," the man shrouded in darkness crooned. Harry trembled as wisps of long soft hair tickled his bare chest, and he gasped when the man laved and bit gently at one of his nipples, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger until they were hard pebbles.

"Severus!" Harry gasped, arching his hips up once more, seeking the ever-illusive contact that he desired. Reaching up, he wasn't surprised to find the man had not disrobed, and smiled when he felt the fluid texture of silk beneath his fingers, knowing without a doubt, even in the darkness, that it was black. "Severus, please," he whimpered. "Let me see you."

The man lifted his head, and exhaled heavily. Harry heard the rustle of fabric and then the honeyed baritone murmur "incendio," and he squinted at the sudden blaze of light, and then slowly opened his eyes to see the man's features caressed in the soft glow of candlelight. "And here I thought you weren't afraid of anything, Potter," Severus Snape drawled softly. "How disappointing; to find that you're afraid of the dark."

Harry looked up at him with a smirk worthy of any Slytherin. "I'm not afraid of the dark, Sev," he returned quietly. "I just love looking into your eyes." Harry reached up and trailed his index finger lightly over the man's forehead, near the hairline, down past his ear and over the line of his strong jaw. He smiled as he watched the man close his eyes briefly, and sigh in contentment. "I've been waiting for you," Harry whispered, his voice as soft as a summer breeze.

"Youare incorrigible," Severus said softly between kisses as he worked his way down Harry's torso, causing the boy – strike that – young man beneath him to shudder. Severus smiled to himself; the man knew what was coming.


Harry gasped and opened his eyes, arching up into his hand, coating both it and his stomach in warm semen. He groaned as he came down from his high to see the sun shining through the red curtains surrounding his bed. He was glad that he had started casting silencing and imperturbable charms on his bed last year when he'd had nightmares about Sirius, so that he wouldn't wake his friends. After that, it had become habit.

He cast a cleansing charm, then flopped back on his pillows and remained there until his breathing regulated. After a few moments, he cancelled his charms and swung out of bed to get dressed and go to breakfast.

"Are you all right Mate?" Ron asked; his voice filled with concern when Harry entered the Great Hall rather sulkily, and didn't eat much.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry replied, and looked up at the head table to see the object of his affections eating breakfast. He sighed heavily, and swung his bag on his shoulder. "Just not hungry; I'll see you later in Transfiguration, okay?" Ron nodded; still looking worried but knew better than to argue.

Harry hadn't noticed while he had been talking with Ron, but Severus Snape had been watching the Gryffindor table every now and then, trying not to appear too conspicuous. Severus noticed Harry's lack of appetite and arched a curious brow before shaking his head when Harry left the Great Hall. There would be plenty of opportunities to find out what was going on later.


Harry made his way down to the dungeons. According to his schedule, he had a free period right now; this was a cover, however. In fact, this time was for special training in preparation for the coming war, and he had training with Severus Snape this morning. They had put their differences behind them after Sirius died, and working together once more both before the end of fifth year as well as most of this one, they had become friends. This of course was only after Harry had apologised profusely for the incident with the pensieve and adamantly declared that his father's behaviour astounded him, but that he wasnot James.

"Ah, there you are," Severus Snape's honeyed baritone came from behind him, and he turned to see the man approach, robes billowing out behind him.

"Good morning, Professor," Harry said with a smile.

Severus looked at him with an arched ebony brow, and noticed the boy's smile did not reach his eyes. "Ah, yes," Severus said, and cleared his throat. He opened the door and allowed Harry to enter before following and sealing the door behind him. "So, we are back to formal titles are we, Mister Potter?"

Harry smiled once more, and Severus noted that this time, his smile was genuine. "Sorry Sev," he said, chuckling softly.

"Confounded boy," Severus seethed. "You know I hate it when you call me that!" Harry laughed aloud, and Severus sighed in defeat, knowing it was a lost cause. He flicked his wand and banished the desks and chairs, clearing the large area where the students studied. "Now, today…"

"Severus," Harry interrupted. "Can-can we just talk?"

Severus studied him a moment, but the young man gave away nothing, except perhaps slight uneasiness. It wasn't unusual for them to merely talk away their allotted time occasionally, so he nodded slowly. With another wave of his wand, two chintz chairs, a small table laden with breakfast food and drink appeared, and a fire ignited in the fireplace to ward off the chill; something the man never did for others. Harry looked at him, arching his brow curiously – not for the fire, but rather the food before them. "I noticed you didn't eat," Severus said simply, and moved to sit down.

Harry sat down, sighing heavily, and stared into the flames for a long while. Severus watched him and noted that today he appeared to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Of course, hedid, but it was rare that he showed it. He knew Harry would speak when he was ready, and waited silently for him to organize his thoughts.

Harry sighed after a few moments. There was no other way to ask this, he realized. He also knew that Severus would most likely scold him for his bluntness, but right now, he saw no other way to voice his concerns. "Severus?" Harry asked turning his gaze to the man next to him to be sure that he had his attention. "What do I have to fight for?"

Severus was astounded to say the least. Harry knew what he was fighting for, why was he even asking this? Severus swallowed dryly. "Harry, you're fighting to save the Wizarding world, you know that."

"No Sev," Harry said quietly. "That's what they have me fighting for; what do I have?"

Severus blinked. The boy was right. He wasn't fighting for the Wizarding world, that yoke was set upon him without his consent. "Well," Severus said uneasily. "You have your friends, Mister Weasley and Miss Granger. You wouldn't want to see anything happen to them or their families, would you?"

Harry laughed sardonically. "Yeah," he said, animosity dripping from his voice. "Ron and Hermione… They aren't my friends, not really." Severus arched his brow at this, but Harry continued without notice. "They continually try to appear innocent and concerned, while asking if I'm putting them in my will."

Severus blinked in surprise at this news; Harry simply allowed Granger and Weasley to be hangers-on?

"But you're right; I wouldn't want anything to happen to them or their family," Harry said, and sighed heavily as he slouched in his chair. "Severus," Harry said once more. "What do I have to fight for? I know the Wizarding world is counting on me, and I know it's probably just my Gryffindor arrogance, but I don't want to let them down. At the same time though, I can't see anything in it for me other than saving my own skin. What do I have to live for, Sev, just going back to the Dursleys? You know that's where I'll probably end up. I can't stay in the Wizarding world, you know everyone would hound me to no end if I killed Voldemort and lived here. I would have to hide myself away somewhere, and live my life under glamour charms if I ever went out in public… I could never just be me."

What's wrong with that? Severus wondered, staring at him in confusion. "Why wouldn't you want to go back?" For the life of him, Severus couldn't understand why Harry wouldn't desire to go back to the Dursleys and live like a king.

Harry, on the other hand, looked at Severus as though he had just lost his rocker. "Are you insane?" Harry asked in exasperation. "Go back there and live like a house-elf, being given nothing but scraps of leftover food and used clothing that doesn't even fit me?"

Severus looked at him in surprise. All this time, everyone had thought he had lived like a king until he set foot in Hogwarts. Severus was disgusted, not only with himself, but with Albus and the rest of the Wizarding world. When he'd asked about the boy's attire, Albus had brushed it off, saying it was some Muggle fad. Severus rose, and knelt by Harry, taking the boy's hands in his.

"Merlin, Harry!" Severus said; anguish filling his voice. "All this time you tried to tell me, only I wouldn't listen. I'm so sorry." Severus looked up from their clasped hands when Harry sniffled, and saw tears rolling down his cheeks. This wasn't right, Harry had never cried, not in front of him. "Don't cry, Harry," he said softly. "Don't cry." He reached up and with the gentleness and concern for the boy, that he'd only discovered last year after Black died, he wiped Harry's tears away.

"Sev," Harry whispered softly, his voice trembling with tears. "I can't see a real reason for me to fight in this blasted war. I have nothing to live for. If I fight, either I die, or I go back to the status of a house-elf. You know Dumbledore would never allow me to live on my own, or that I could live here in the Wizarding world if he did. I don't want to be the Boy-Who-Lived, or the Boy-Who-Killed-Voldemort or whatever stupid title they come up with; I just want to be me and if I defeat him, I can't do that."

Severus' heart wrenched and he looked away. He knew Harry spoke the truth. That old codger would hide him away until it was time to battle the next Dark Lord. It was then, that he made a decision. He had put this off long enough. "Harry," he said softly. "You're wrong. There is something for you to fight for."

"There is?" Harry asked, sniffling once more. Severus nodded, but didn't look at him. "What is it?"

Severus had been steeling himself for rejection, and at Harry's question, he looked up. Moving quickly, he grasped the boy's face gently in both hands and kissed him hard. He had expected a struggle when he felt the boy tense, but it never came. Instead, he felt Harry open his mouth eagerly as his tongue sought entrance, and heard him moan softly. They broke away after a few moments, panting for breath. "Harry," Severus murmured as he searched the boy's eyes finding none of the emotions there that he thought he would. "If that is not enough, I can give you another reason to fight and win."

Harry's breath was coming in shallow gasps, startled by the man's actions. "Please," he panted wantonly. Can it possibly be true? Harry wondered as he watched the man before him. Can he possibly feel the same; or is this just a ploy to get me to defeat Voldemort?

Severus smiled at him, and rose to his feet, holding out his hand. "Come with me," he said softly. Harry took his hand and Severus pulled him to his feet. Severus banished the chairs, food, drinks, table, fire, and even ashes, and returned the tables and chairs that were there before. He turned to smile at Harry once more, and led the way to his office.


Once inside, he huffed in disgust. This would not do. He released Harry's hand and moved away before banishing everything, and in its place, conjured a large four-poster with dark blue dressings, a roaring fire, soft, plush rugs, and dozens of floating candles. He looked to Harry and laughed when he saw his look of disbelief. "What?" Severus asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Didn't think that your old Potions Professor had it in him to be romantic?"

Harry just shook his head, making Severus laugh once more. "Harry," he murmured, and held out his hand to the boy. Harry took it and walked over to stand in front of him. Severus swallowed nervously, and looked toward the fire for a moment before returning his gaze. "Is – is this what you want?" Severus asked softly, his fear of rejection returning full force. Harry stepped closer, moving to stand between Severus' knees, and ran his fingers through the man's ebony hair. His breath hitched, and Severus looked at him in alarm. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Harry smiled and shook his head. "Nothing," he whispered. "Everything's perfect." Perfect, Severus wondered, but he had no more time to think on it because Harry's lips had found his own, and the boy – No, scratch that – man, he thought, was intoxicating.

Hands explored opposite bodies as heated kisses continued, and clothing removed. Severus drew Harry closer, and turning, laid him gently on the bed, covering him with his body. He kissed and licked his way down Harry's torso, and smiled when the young man was unable to keep his hands out of his hair. He sat up, and their arousals rubbed together. Harry groaned and closed his eyes at the contact. "Harry?" Severus whispered, and the man opened cloudy green eyes to look at him. "Are you sure that you want this?"

Harry nodded, and tried to draw the man down to him, but Severus shifted out of his grasp and he frowned. He saw the man reach for his wand, mutter a spell, and felt an unusual sensation on his backside. He gasped, and arched his hips when he felt Severus' fingers on him, massaging his ring of muscle, and a soft whimper escaped him when he felt them slip inside his body. After a few moments, he mewled in protest when they were withdrawn.

Severus chuckled softly, and muttered another spell, then shifted closer on the bed. He reached down and drew Harry up into a sitting position, wrapping the younger man's arms around his shoulders, then drew him onto his lap. "Are you ready?" Severus asked huskily, his breath caressing Harry's cheek.

Harry nodded, and gasped once more, tightening his arms around Severus' neck as the man breached his body. Severus waited for him to adjust to the intrusion, and Harry signalled that he was ready by rocking slightly. Severus thrust into him slowly, until he was fully seated, then pulled out just as slowly only to push back in. "Oh, God…Sev!" Harry cried out breathlessly, his body going limp. "Yes! Oh,Merlin..."

Severus closed his eyes, relishing in the sounds of pleasure he was drawing from the younger man, and continued his slow, easy rhythm. Severus readjusted to hit Harry's prostate and he cried out again.

"Oh, Gods..." Harry panted, tightening his hold as he clung to the older man. "It feels so good, Sev. Better than I ever imagined it would."

Severus paused in his thrusts, stunned. Harry's imagined this before, Severus wondered. Is he talking about imaging this with me, or someone else?

"Sev, what's wrong?" Harry asked, drawing back to look at him, confusion etched on his face.

"Nothing," Severus replied, reaching up, he removed Harry's arms from around his neck, then slid his cool, slender hands down the younger man's back as he lay him back down on the bed, arching his hips in his hands. Harry mewled once more at the sensations coursing through him, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Everything's fine."

Severus was also close, though he continued his leisurely pace. He took the young man's arousal in his hand, and stoked it in time to his renewed thrusts. All too soon, they were crying their completion.