Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling.

Rating: Pg-13 for this chapter.

Pairing: HP/SS

Author's Note: This is actually my 3rd story as my first 2 got deleted. For those that read All or Nothing before, the concept of this story is actually quite the same as the other. And, I really don't know why did I choose this title for this story k? So enjoy!

Last warning: If you are homophobic or this pairing simply irks you, the back button is there for a purpose!

Right Perfection Wrongly Disgraced

By izean

Chapter 1

Harry rubbed his temples wearily. He had a terrible headache but his actions were restricted. He longed to move his legs but could not as his Potions Master's head had recently taken residence on them. His heart ached when he looked at his friend's bloodied face and his leg, which was twisted at an angle. Worse was the man's right hand. The once elegant appendage was now broken in more places than one and Harry could clearly see a boot mark on the palm.

'If only I actually bothered to obey some rules,' Harry berated himself in his mind, 'Then we wouldn't be in this bloody hell-hole.' The boy stared straight ahead and sighed, letting his thoughts drift. As his thoughts wandered around, he remembered how they got into this dark, windowless cell.

(Flashback)

Two Death Eaters dragged the two stunned figures to the center of the large room, so that everyone in the room could see them. The Death Eaters dropped the two people onto the floor roughly and went quickly to Voldemort, who was sitting in a throne-like chair, his legs dangling over the right armrest of it. Crabbe and Goyle Senior kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes before going back to stand at their places in the circle.

"Very good, Crabbe and Goyle. The both of you shall be rewarded later." Voldemort bestowed a rare praise on the two men. The said Death Eaters bowed and muttered, "Thank you, my lord." The emaciated creature twirled his wand in his long fingers before stopping abruptly and pointing it towards Harry and Snape. "Enervate." He muttered in a somewhat impatient tone.

The student and professor looked at each other before standing up together. Standing side by side, they glared at Voldemort. That creature simply chuckled and said, "Fortitude in the face of death, very good. Well then, crucio!" Snape dropped to a knee, entire body convulsing with pain. Harry had to admire the man for not screaming out loud; even though he was a powerful wizard, he would still scream if he were to be put under the Cruciatus curse.

After what seemed to be aeons, Voldemort raised his wand, watching as Snape panted heavily. Harry squatted down beside the man and put a hand on his shoulder. "Professor? Are you ok?" Snape muttered a reply as he stood up again, "I'm ok, Harry. Make sure of your own safety, you don't have to vex yourself over me." Harry did not reply; he just helped the man up.

Suddenly, Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and said offhandedly, "Petrificus totalus." Snape was puzzled; he wondered why did Voldemort put a full body bind on Harry. A shrill laugh resounded in the room. "Wondering why did I put the full body bind on your precious student?" Snape just glared defiantly back at him and did not reply. "Well, Severus, I want him to look at you being tortured by my loyal followers but can't do anything about it."

"Go on, my Death Eaters, play with this traitor any way you want to. Just leave a trace of life in him so I can have my turn tomorrow." Harry had no choice but to watch his Potion Master being beaten up. If Harry had any choice, he would not want to listen to Snape's screams as his right arm was broken at each joint. However, he had no choice in this matter as he was forced to watch the older man being raped by his 'brothers'.

Voldemort sat in his throne, livid, scarlet eyes glinting in a demonic way. He had a maniac smile on his face as he listened to one of his once most trusted follower scream. He knew that Snape had a steel-like will and he had never once heard the man scream before, not even when he was put under Cruciatus. He felt really gratified to hear him scream. The one thing that he loved most in the world was hearing the screams of pure torture from his victims.

Raising his hand, he said, "Enough." The Death Eaters looked up expectantly at their lord. "Enough of your games for today. Crabbe, Goyle, bring them to the dungeons. I shall deal with them tomorrow." Voldemort stared at his Death Eaters and then said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Go now!" Obediently, Crabbe and Goyle brought Harry and Snape to the dungeons. Before throwing them into the cell, Crabbe or Goyle removed the full body bind on Harry.

Harry and Snape were tossed to the wall of the cell. Harry heard the cell being slammed shut and spells being put on the door. Turning his attention to Snape, he asked, "Severus, how are you feeling?" A raspy voice, totally different from the usual silky one, answered him. "I'm all right…" All of a sudden, Harry felt something drop onto his lap. He stared down in shock and found the professor's head in it. The man was unconscious and lying flat on his back.

(End flashback)

Harry sighed again. He had been sitting there for what seemed a very long time. All his earlier hopes of escaping were dashed. It just did not seem that it was possible to escape any more. Unexpectedly, he felt a stirring from his lap. He felt heartened when he saw that Snape was waking up. The wakening of his professor or friend unforeseeably intensified his bleak hopes of survival.

Two long fingers squeezed the bridge of his nose sluggishly as Snape tried to open his eyes. He was only able to open his left eye fully as his right was almost swelling shut from a punch. "Don't I just look appalling now?" Harry rolled his eyes and remarked, "Come on, let me heal you. I've learnt to do some wandless healing magic. I should be able to heal the cuts and bruises on your face."

Snape gaped at the almost 17-year-old boy. Irritated, Harry snapped, "What? Can't I help you for once?" Snape smirked and then winced slightly. Recovering swiftly, he replied, "Touché." Glowering at the man, Harry retorted, "So do you want me to help you or not?" Staring straight up, Snape had once again assumed his blank mask. "Why, Harry? Why do you want to help me of all people? Besides, I don't think we will be able to get out of this place."

Harry ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the top of his head. Typical Harry frustration. "First, I would help anyone in this situation. Yes, even a Death Eater so that I can bring him back to the Ministry." Seeing Snape's face, he quickly said, "But, I don't treat you as a Death Eater. I treat you as a friend, one who listened to much of my troubles without actually berating me for being stupid. Honestly, you're the only one that I can go to without being coddled."

"And lastly, I don't care if you think that we wouldn't be able to get out of this place. As long as I have one last breath, I'm going to stay steadfast to the hope that we would get back to Hogwarts." Harry grinned at the surprised man, serious demeanor having fled as he finished his speech. "Well, can I heal you now?" Snape nodded dumbly and removed his hand from his nose. Harry smirked and commented, "Good boy."

"Ten points from Grrifindor." The Glare. Harry shook his head, a silly grin plastered on his face. "You finally got a reason to take points from Griffindor, sir." Snape gazed at Harry as the young man concentrated on gathering his energy in his right hand. The above-mentioned hand glowed slightly golden and Harry touched Snape's face, muttering an incantation under his breath. Snape closed his eyes as he felt Harry's powers flow through his face, healing the damaged tissues and restoring his face to its initial look.

"There, now you look exactly like the git that I know from school." Hearing no reply from Snape, Harry looked worriedly at him and queried, "Severus? Earth to Severus!" Snape was lost in his thoughts. He knew that the boy was absolutely serious when he said that he treated him like a friend and he had appreciated what Snape done for him. No one had ever told him that before; not a single person, except for the Headmaster.

Brought back to reality abruptly, he stared at Harry, a blank look in his eyes. A frown creased Harry's scarred forehead. The young man brushed a loose lock of hair away from Snape's face and ran a hand down his cheek. "Does that hurt?" Snape shook his head, no. Suddenly, he asked, "Can you help me sit up?" Startled by the unexpected question, Harry blurted out the first thing he thought of, "What for?" Snape rolled his eyes. "Do I need to have your assent before I do anything?"

Shrugging, Harry helped Snape up gently before leaning against the wall again. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness swept over him. His eyes fell shut and he landed heavily on Snape's uninjured arm. Snape snorted; so much for questioning his actions. He had already anticipated that Harry would fall asleep, thus the reason for him sitting up. He could feel the boy shivering even though his robes. He sighed and draped his arm over Harry's shoulder, pulling the boy closer to his body.

'I would have to thank him someday, for healing me and using up all his energy. If we are ever able to get out of this place…' Snape sighed again and spoke aloud. "If we can get out of this place," he snorted, "what a pleasant thought." He closed his eyes and leaned slightly on the boy, wishing that for once, nightmares would not disrupt his sleep, since he was already living in one.

Suddenly, he heard someone unlocking the cell door and unconsciously tightened his grip on Harry's shoulder. The door opened slowly and soundlessly. As Snape squinted his eyes at the 'intruder' to get used to the light shining in, he heard someone say.

"Professor Snape."

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Tbc…