Warning: This is a slash fanfic. It means boy X boy relationship. If you are offended or not comfortable with it, please choose another story.
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Drowning a sinking ship
Chapter three – Do bat hunt at daytime?
When Harry opened his eyes, he felt content and fully rested. For the first time since he had been on this bed, he began to appreciate its softness and fluffiness. The blanket wrapped him up in a warm cocoon, making him feel safe and protected. He closed his eyes and decided to just stay in bed for a while.
Unavoidable, events from yesterday steeped into his mind making him frown. Who would have thought that under such a benevolent appearance was a malevolent heart. Dumbledore sure had everyone fooled. He could never trust him again. What about his friends? Could he trust them too? Were they any part of the old man schemes? He needed to be careful if he did return to that school.
Neville… it was so unfortunate for him and his family to get entangled into the mess unnecessary. Harry let out a sigh. Dumbledore had made Neville's life as miserable as his, even though it was indirectly.
Then there were Sirus and Remus as well… he was worried how they would react when he told them the truth, especially Sirius. Knowing his impetuous tendency, would he be able to keep it cool and act out his part when necessary? What about Remus? Was he able to go against Dumbledore when the old man had helped him before by making sure he could attend Hogwarts when he was young and then later financially by employing him as the DADA professor? All reasons aside, he needed to talk to them as soon as possible or they would never forgive him for not including them in the revenge once the truth was revealed.
Severus Snape was another headache. Should he tell Marvolo about him being a spy for the Light? The greasy dungeon bat might be an ass to him but he did not deserve to be killed. He was also been made use of by Dumbledore.
Marvolo… how should he treat the man now? He was no longer an enemy but his mate-to-be, something which he had yet to fully accept but why did it feel so right to be in his arms that he did not think of getting away after he stopped crying yesterday. And then his heart fluttered and he blushed when Marvolo kissed him before he left the bedroom. It was just a peck on the cheeks…
Fed up with all the troubling thoughts, he pushed it aside and prepared for the day. He entered the bathroom to do his morning routine and while he was drying himself after a shower, he found a clean set of clothes placed on a stool which was near to the door. When he closed the bathroom door behind him, he spotted a tray of steamy hot food on the table by the window waiting to be eaten. He sat down and dug in heartedly.
The moment he put down the spoon, Thumbnail popped in. "Master Harry, master lord is waiting for you at the study." The house elf said respectfully.
"Okay and thank you." said Harry. Thumbnail then gave a short bow and popped away together with the tray. Taking a deep breath once, Harry stepped out of the room.
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The man was sitting regally on the lounge which they occupied yesterday. Confident was radiating from the man, making Harry highly aware of his own awkwardness. The sight of the man had reminded him of the kiss. As though reading his mind, one corner of Marvolo's mouth lifted. Harry pointedly ignored the knowing smirk and sat down in an armchair which was diagonally to the man's seat.
"How are you feeling this morning?" greeted Marvolo the moment Harry settled in his seat. "The potion should wear off by now." There was a hint of concern in his voice while his eyes searched for any discomfort on Harry's face.
"Fine, I still feel a bit stiff but otherwise I feel okay." He shrugged nonchalantly. It was really no big deal now.
"Good." The man concluded, not from the words from the boy but rather from what he observed. He then summoned a slim book from a bookshelf and handed it to Harry, "The book which you requested."
The book had a leather cover with silver wordings on it, 'The Myth and Truth of Vampire' by H.F. Murrell. "Thanks," said Harry softly.
Marvolo acknowledged his thank and started on more important issues. "We need to plan what to do from now." The tone of the man had gone firm and serious.
Harry nodded and waited for the man to continue.
"We need to keep your changing of side and your presence here a secret from my death eaters, at least for now. Therefore it's essential that you stay here in my personal suite which is password protected in parseltongue, no one is able to enter. As long as you do not venture out into the hall, any spies among the death eaters will know nothing."
"Okay," agreed Harry without qualm but the mentioned of spy reminded him of Snape, giving him pause. After weighing the severity of the situation in his mind, he came to a decision. He needed to inform Marvolo about Snape's loyalty, if not, no matter how excellent their plan was, it would be reported back to Dumbledore. "Ermm… Do you know that Severus Snape is a spy for the Light?" said Harry as carefully as possible. He really did not want to be the cause of the dungeon bat's death but this was something needed to be done.
Marvolo narrowed his eyes. "I have been suspecting him for a while now. He is also what I want to talk to you about next." For a while the man looked pensive. "Did you know that he asked me to spare your mother when I targeted your family? He explained that he loved her very much when I demanded a reason from him."
'Snape loved his mother yet treated him like shit? That is so unbelievable!' Without warning, a mental image which involved a certain greasy haired boy and a certain red haired girl popped into his mind which he waved it off quickly. No thank you, he did not want to have a mental scar but the idea of Snape behaving loving and caring sent him into a giggling fit. "I find it hard to picture an I-am-in-love Snape," snickered Harry.
"Indeed it is hard to imagine," chuckled Marvolo before getting serious once again. "I'm guessing your mother's death must have been what caused him to deflect to the Light. He didn't know he had been used by Dumbledore…"
"And if you show Trelawney's memories to him, he will stay firmly on our side and not Dumbledore's." Harry concluded easily.
"Yes, but all this was just my speculation though I'm quite confident it is not far from the truth. We need to make sure of this before letting him view those memories." Marvolo changed his position to a more relax stance. "I have summoned him here later, at 11."
Harry hummed his agreement and the knot in his heart loosened by Marvolo's statement. 'Good to know that it is possible to convert Snape. I refuse to feel bad because of him when he has already made my life as miserable as possible since my first year.'
When the issue on Snape had been temporary settled, another problem popped into Harry's mind. "Dumbledore is bound to find out that you have abducted me when the Order goes to collect me. What excuse should I use when I escape from here when it is time for me to go back to school? I can't stay here permanently, not before the war ends. Dumbledore will definitely try to rescue me. He certainly won't allow any chance for you to corrupt me."
Marvolo smirked at the word 'corrupt'. "I know that but you will not be able to go back on September 1st due to your turning. You need at least three months to adjust to your new body. Also you need to start training now. During your turning, your magical core will grow at least double of what you have now. You need to have some control over your magic before that or it might go out of control. The book here explains in details." Marvolo gestured to the book placed on the table in front of Harry. "As for your excuses… I do have a plan in mind but it needs further adjustment." said Marvolo confidently.
Harry eyed the book and realized that he absolutely knew nothing about vampires except that they were blood sucking dark creatures. Need to learn how to control his magic? Larger magical core? Harry brushed his fingers over the cover of the book while making a mental note to read the book as soon as possible. He was curious to know about what he was going to be.
Before they could discuss any further, knockings could be heard from the door. After a look shared between them, Marvolo hissed out the password and the door slid opened to admit Severus Snape.
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Severus Snape was in his living quarter at Hogwarts when the dark lord's note arrived. He was ordered to go to see the dark lord in his private study at 11 o'clock today. Normally the dark lord would meet and give orders to the death eaters at the study located on the second floor of the manor, but now he was instructed to go to the dark lord's private study which as far as he knew, no one had been there before. 'Something big must be up,' thought Severus as his spying instinct kicked in. 'Could it be regarding the failed mission of tracking that damn boy?' Snape shook his head in negative. 'There's no way for me to be suspected. I did make sure I covered my back.' Snape gave a deep sigh and mentally prepared himself for the upcoming meeting. It would be no good to lose his focus, especially when you were a spy.
The potion master promptly arrived at the manor five minutes before 11. When he was let into the foyer, a house elf appeared in front of him and guided him to the third floor. When they reached a double wooden door, the house elf gave a short bow and popped away. 'Okay, be calm. Whatever comes, you can deal with it.' Snape took a deep breath, checked his mental shield, squared his shoulders and knocked on the door. Almost instantly, the door slid opened to the side to reveal an elegant room.
If Severus Snape was surprised to see Harry sitting there leisurely without any scratch on him, he did not show it on his face. He wore a blank stony mask which made it difficult to read and walked briskly into the room.
"My lord," greeted Snape with a low bow once he stood in front the dark lord. "May I know why did you summon me?" Never once did he spare a look at Harry.
"Ahh… Severus, you see, someone has accused you of being a spy for the Light. I want to give you to chance to defend yourself," said the dark lord almost amusingly.
"Whoever told you that lied, my lord." answered Snape calmly while he started to panic inside. He stole a glance at Harry from the corner of his eyes, hoping to get any clue to help him to get out of this mess.
Harry gave the potion master an 'innocent' look which literally screamed 'yes I'm the one but what can you do'. Now was a perfect time for a little pay back. Let the man sweated a bit first.
Voldemort's amusing tone took a sudden turn and changed to cold and icy, "Do not lie to me Severussss, you informed Dumbledore and the Order after Potter hinted to you about Sirius Black. You knew that I'm after the prophecy. You could have foreign ignorant." There was a hissing warning note at the end of the man's name.
Severus Snape looked as calm as ever and told a previously well thought out excuse, "I need to do that, my lord, or Dumbledore will suspect me. He knew for certain that I would recognize the nickname of Black, after all Black and I had been school rival for seven years. I have no excuse for not recognizing the name." Snape hoped his explanation worked. The dark lord was an extremely intelligent man; he could not be fooled easily.
"Then explain how the Order knew that I would try to find Potter on his way home. As far as I know, the Order has never escorted Potter home at the end of school year, not even last year when Dumbledore knew that I'm back. You were here that day when I gave the instructions to McNair, Wood and Peterson." The dark lord demanded coldly.
"But my lord, I was in the waiting room the whole time while waiting for my turn to give my report. Your house elf can attest to that, it is impossible for me to eavesdrop." Snape quickly defended himself. "It must be one of them who leaked out the information." The nerve-wracking man tried his best to divert the suspicion away from him. He strengthened his mental shield while his heart was pounding furiously against his chest and he could feel beads of sweat rolling down his back.
"The three of them could not have told anyone because I made them swear an oath on their magic not to mention anything on their mission, not even to each other, once they stepped out of the room. They are still fine and kicking," countered Voldemort emotionlessly, his voice reminded as cold as ice.
Snape turned pale. He did not grasp this info from Peterson when they walked past each other. The time was too short for him to dive deeper into the man's mind. He opened his mouth but no word came out as his frozen mind refused to come up with a valid excuse to get him out of the pit.
Voldemort continued to deliver another blow before Snape could recover his wits, "Perhaps you are unaware of one important fact. As soon as I finished briefing them, they set off immediately to execute their mission. I clearly remember there were only four of you at the manor at that time. If anyone who has the chance to find out I sent them on a mission, it can only be you. You are an accomplish Legilimency master, aren't you?" Now the dark lord voice was hard and ruthless, "It will not be wise to lie further. I remember you have a mother living at Spinner Ends, haven't you?"
The mention of his mother was the last straw that made the already frightened man crumbled. "Please my lord, spare my mother. She is my only living blood left," pled Snape, "She raised and protected me from my abusive father when I was young and I can't let her die because of me."
"Then talk truthfully, or I may change my mind." The dark lord paused for a while to let his words sank in. The man was after all shaking in fear now. "Tell me the reasons why you changed side. Is it because of Lily Potter?"
Knowing that it was the dead end for him, Snape had no choice but to speak the truth. He at least had to save his mother. "I knew Lily since I was six years old. Because of my father's well known horrendous way, no one wanted to be my friends until I met Lily. She was kind and understanding. She never stopped trying to be my friend when I ignored her at first. She comforted me when life pushed me down. I slowly opened my heart to her and came to love her like a sister. She was the only one beside my mother who truly cares about me."
Snape looked at the empty space in front of him while he continued to relate his story. His voice was soft and full of regrets, "When I accidentally called her a mudblood during the sixth year because of the Marauder's planking, she never talked to me again… I wanted to apologize but every time she looked at me indifferently… I hesitated. Slowly we drifted apart but I never stopped loving her."
When the man looked at his direction, Harry could see so much emotion in those black eyes. Regrets, sadness, self-loathing, guilt…
"When you, my lord, targeted the Potters, I pleaded with you to spare her. When she died, I was devastated. I regretted my choice of joining the Dark because of it I caused Lily's death. I caused the death of my only sister." An inaudible sniff escaped from Snape. "I wanted to repent for my mistake so I went to Dumbledore. He made me swear to protect Lily's son and to become a spy when necessary."
Snape hang his head and waited for his death to come. He knew the dark lord would never let anyone who betrayed him live. He could only hope that the dark lord would spare his mother like he said. When nothing happened after several long minutes, he raised his head and an unbelievable scene greeted him; the dark lord and Potter were looking at him serenely without any intention of meting out retribution and a pensieve loaded with memories was placed on the table. The dark lord then gestured him to view those memories. He had no choice but to comply.
After spending twenty minutes in the pensieve, Snape emerged. He might look as calm as can be, the opposite of Harry after viewing those memories, but the throbbing at his right temple and the burning fire in his eyes gave him away. It took all his years of Occlumency skill to prevent himself from rushing out of here and slaughtering Dumbledore.
After taking 5 minutes of continuous deep breathing to calm down, the potion master came to a decision. When he did, he looked at the other two persons in the room and said in a determine voice, "I am in." Then he did something unexpected. He took out his wand and announced in a firm voice, "I, Severus Snape, swear upon my magic, I will help Harry James Potter in any way I can on his revenge against Albus Dumbledore."
A band of white lights emitted from the man's wand and coiled around him, sealing the vow and then disappeared.
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Voldemort spent an hour telling his once again trusted follower what had been happening, but left out the part on Slytherine's journal.
"Is there any professor that can be sway to our cause?" asked the dark lord after he had finished briefing Snape.
Snape spent half a minute to contemplate. Based on what he knew about the Transfiguration professor and the interactions between her and the headmaster, he was quite confident of convincing the strict lady. "It may be possible to sway McGonagall to our side or at least to get her to stay neutral if we show her the memory about Sirius's trial." Snap said slowly. "When Black was captured and to be kissed, she earnestly implored Dumbledore to at least try to get him a fair trial. As the head of Wizengamot, he has the power to call for a special meeting for unusual events, but he declined saying that the matter was out of his hand. She was fuming mad at him for his reluctance. She is the kind of person who lives by a set of strict righteous rules. If she knows about Dumbledore's scheme, he will lose her support."
"She is a powerful witch. Whether she decides to join us or to step aside, it will be an advantage to us," said Voldemort. "Severus, subtly sound her out first. Most likely she can be persuaded to join the Grey."
Both Snape and Harry looked at the dark lord intriguingly. They had never heard of anyone or a group called 'Grey'. It was Harry who asked, "Grey?"
"Grey, or more precisely your side, Harry," answered the dark lord, smirking as he enjoyed making Harry confuse.
"My side?" Now this was even more bizarre. When did he create one?
The dark lord smirked at Harry's slack jaw expression. "Yes, your side, Harry, for those who wish to oppose Dumbledore but not willing to side with the Dark." He then turned to Snape to continue with his instructions, "When you deem McGonagall can be persuaded, show her the memory. You can tell her that after Dumbledore's death, she will be the headmistress and be in charge of the school. As long as she and the rest of the teachers agree to stay neutral, I will not touch Hogwarts."
"Yes, my lord." The potion master inclined his head. "Most likely it will be a success as McGonagall is starting to lose faith in Dumbledore. Last year, he again dismissed her casually when she disagreed to let me teach Potter Occlumency. She felt that since both of us did not get along, the lessons would bring little or no results." With that said, the potion master locked eye with Harry and gave him a glare. Snape might have taken the vow but that did not mean that he had changed his opinion of the boy instantly.
"What can I say? Some people just don't have the talent to teach," murmured Harry while turning his head away from Snape, a small pout on the lower lip. He had enough of Snape insinuating antic.
"And some people are so arrogant that they couldn't follow simple instructions," countered Snape haughtily.
"How is telling me 'close your mind' and then attack with Legilimency is simple instruction when you never showed me how to close my mind," Harry began to get defensive.
"Because you are too lazy to read the book," snapped Snape back.
"What book are you talking about?" Now Harry's voice was getting louder.
"The book I have Dumbledore pass…" Snape stopped abruptly in mid sentence when realization struck him at the mention of Dumbledore. Disgust showed on the man's usually impassive face followed by shaking of his head. The potion master did not know whether to be amazed or to be appalled as he thought about the depth of Dumbledore's manipulation went. Without preparing the mind and constantly attacking it with Legilimency spell would not only cause the person to have severe headaches and having nightmares, it would also open the mind further. In the long run, the mind would even lose whatever natural resistance it had.
Even though Harry might not fully understand the theory behind Occlumency, but the disgust look of Snape and the deep frown on Marvolo let him had a gauge on how severe the situation had been. "Seems like we have more reasons to take out the old coot, haven't we?" Harry smiled humorlessly.
The dark lord cleared his throat to get the others attention. "We shall add that to the list when we confront the old man," said Voldemort with finality. "It's a waste of time to think about it now."
Harry agreed inwardly. Getting railed was pointless and he could spend the time on more important things like Sirius. "Hmm… I think Sirius and Remus can be persuaded to join us too, especially Sirius," said Harry quite confidently. "He spent so many years in Azkaban because of Dumbledore. Remus most probably too, he was really close to mum and he often blamed himself unable to do anything to prevent the death of my parents and the wrongful imprisonment of Sirius." He looked at Marvolo imploringly, "Can we get them both to come here? I wish to tell them myself and if they decide to have nothing to do with it, we can always oblivate them."
Voldemort knew how much the two men meant to Harry. One was as close as a father and the other was an honorable uncle, both were the only family that the boy had. Nodding his agreement, he turned to the potion master, "Has Dumbledore found out Harry has been missing from his home?"
"No. As far as I know, Dumbledore did not call for an emergency meeting," answered Snape.
"Good, since the old man most probably has yet to know of Harry's missing, it would be an advantage to us. Is there any way to get both men without arousing suspicious?"
Snape immediately gave his input, "There will be a regular Order meeting next week on Friday. I can use that to get to the mutt and the wolf then."
"That's fine. Be as discrete as possible. We do not need any attention at this moment," instructed Voldemort.
After getting the dark lord's consent, the potion master grinned excitedly inwardly as he thought of a plausible revenge… er… plan to get both men. Snape gave Harry a sideway glance and a devilish smirk, "Should I be thanking you? You just gave me an opportunity to get back at Black." His cold voice could not hide the mirth in it.
Harry rolled his eyes at the dungeon bat. Something just doesn't change.
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Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, sat in his office on top of the tower contemplated on one boy-who-live while totally unaware of said boy's 'abduction'. On a side table behind him, a silver instrument connected to the alarm ward of Privet Drive kept puffing smokes, showing that the ward was still in place and undisturbed. His phoenix, Fawkes, sat on its perch sleeping.
The previous school year had been quite eventful. According to his careful planning, the boy had fought the dark lord at the Ministry. Even though it did not have the desire results he wanted, seeing his puppet dancing to his tune was so satisfying. 'But too bad, I missed a good chance to get rid of the boy,' mused the old man.
The fake prophecy that he had supplied to the Department of Mystery many years ago had served him well once again. He could not get rid of the glee that appeared on his face for a long while when he knew Voldemort was after the prophecy.
On one hand, he got the members of the Order to guard the place where the prophecy was. The act itself served as a bait, to give an illusion of how important the thing was to the Light and to get Voldemort to set his mind on obtaining it, just like withholding a piece of juicy meat in front of a hungry dog. The amusing part about the whole affair was that the Order expected him to make that decision!
On the other hand, he had Snape to 'teach' the boy Occlumency so that his mind opened up further and lured Voldemort into taking advantage of it. As it was, it worked. Harry charged head first into the fray.
Snape was another puppet of his. Lent an empathy ear, showed some sympathy and gave some reassurances, you would have a nice loyal puppy that followed your every wish. Snape didn't even know that he had used reverse psychology on him. Just kept reminding him on how the boy was not his father, a fact which the stubborn man refused to see, and the man would be more and more hateful of the boy. Ha! It's so easy. Snape was so busy tormenting the boy that he didn't even notice he was not given the book. He had to surpass his snickers when the potion master came complaining to him about how inept the boy had been.
Now he had to think of a plan so that the fighting would continue at the coming year. He did notice Harry had distanced himself from him. Perhaps it was time to tell him about Voldemort's horcrux, to further cemented the boy firmly on the Light side. But before that, the boy had to continue to stay at the Dursley to let his relatives 'pampered' him for awhile more. He would send Remus to collect him after his birthday…
While he was merrily plotting his next move, an awakening thrill from Fawkes caused him to break his train of thoughts. When he returned to his musing, he somehow had a feeling he had forgotten something important yet could not pinpoint on it.
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It was a sleepless night for Harry. The events of the day reminded him of how far the old coot was willing to manipulate him to get what he wanted and he was left wondering what schemes the old coot would cook up for the incoming school year. These troubling thoughts persistently kept knocking in his head, making him toss and turn in the bed. Getting frustrated and knowing that he would not be able to fall asleep any time soon, he walked to the library and sat down in front of the fireplace.
When the dark lord was passing the library to check on Harry, he saw the boy curled up like a ball on the couch and stared into the fire with a vacant look in his eyes. He looked so fragile yet so strong at the same time, like he would break with just a touch yet tough enough to fight the world. The contradicting image in front of him stirred an unfamiliar aching sensation in him.
"What are you thinking?" asked Marvolo softly when he sat down beside Harry.
The soothing voice of Marvolo distracted Harry from his brooding. He blinked once and faced the man who was looking at him with concern in his eyes. He gave a small smile that never reached the eye and shrugged his shoulder, "Nothing, just this and that." Harry answered vaguely and turned back to the fire again.
The dark lord knew that the boy was avoiding his question. He let out a small sigh and moved his mate onto his laps. When he lifted the boy's chin, a pair of emerald eyes with hidden pain and worries swirling deeply in them stared back at him. Obviously the old fool's scheme that they had discovered today must have reminded him of the betrayal and made him worry for the future.
"We will make him pay for his crime," promised Marvolo firmly. "He is not worth it for you to be upset."
Harry nodded and a small grateful smile appeared on his lips. He was touched when he saw the concern in those red orbs. He did not answer Marvolo's question because he did not want to bother the man. It was just him brooding on some useless issues yet the man saw right through him and understood what he was thinking.
The trusts and gratitude shining in those mesmerizing green eyes and the smile that graced those kissable lips tugged an unknown string in Marvolo's heart, beckoning him to get closer to the boy. Giving in to his desire, he cupped the boy's head with his right hand to guide him closer and lowered his head. When lips met lips, the unique scent of his mate once again assaulted his sense, seducing him to deepen the kiss. The hesitation of the boy did not deter him. He applied a few suctions on the lower lip and ran his tongue along the seam of the mouth, demanding entrance.
Harry was momentary stunned when Marvolo's lips pressed onto his. Before he could decide how to react, a musky scent of male mixed with hints of fire reached him, giving him a sensation of lightheadedness. When a warm tongue prodded at the entrance of his mouth, his lips parted automatically.
The moment the boy parted his lips, Marvolo pushed his tongue inside and sought out the promised treasure for the first time. Slowly, sensuously, he mapped out every curve and every crevice possessively, branding his touch onto the boy's memory and silently claiming this warm cavern his territory. The boy in his arms moaned when he stroked the roof of his mouth. The boy fisted the back of his robe when he engaged their tongues to a battle and the boy whimpered when he sucked onto the delicious tongue. With each lovely sounds emitted from the boy, he tightened his hold on him until there were no more gaps between them.
Harry was floating in a sea of pleasure and passion. Were all kisses supposed to be like this? With each stroke and each caress of Marvolo, the tempo of his heart quickened but at the same time the insecurities in his heart receded a little by a little until he could only think of responding to this man who was kissing him so lovingly. He was unaware of the sounds he had made or how he had put his arms around the man's waist in order to get closer. He could only feel himself melt and gradually becoming a puddle of goo in the man's arms.
Marvolo pulled away reluctantly when the need for air could not be ignored any longer. The look that greeted him called upon both his human and vampire side. Passion filled half lidded eyes combined with kiss-swollen red lips made him groan inwardly and edging the vampire in him to claim the boy as his mate at this instance. Resisting the temptation, he tucked the boy's head under his chin and cuddled him against his chest.
Harry closed his eyes when he was made to lie against the warm solid chest and waited for his furious heartbeat to return to normal. The arms that encircled protectively around him were like a shield that promised to keep him safe. 'Is this how it feels to be loved?' though Harry as he snuggled closer to the man. Slowly, the regular beatings of the heart under his ears lured him to sleep. The last thought before he fell asleep was that maybe he was falling in l…
After long minutes of silence, Marvolo looked down and saw the boy had fallen asleep. An unusual warm appeared in his eyes at the peaceful look of the sleeping boy. "My mate," whispered Marvolo gently, placing a soft kiss at Harry's temple. As lightly as he could so that he would not wake his mate, he stood up and carried him to bed.
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Severus Snape sat in his favorite chair with a glass of firewhiskey in his right hand and going over the events that had happened in the day. He had busied himself in his private lab the moment he came back until now which was after dinner. Working in the lab always had a therapeutic calming effect on him and he needed to clear his mind before he could think straight.
He had a feeling that the dark lord had withheld something from him. All his years of spying experience told him so. There must be something else other than those rare treasures in the Gryffindor vault that made Dumbledore plot patiently for over 10 years. He decided to leave it aside since he could not prove it, even if there really were some hidden secrets, the dark lord must have a good reason not to reveal it.
Dumbledore… so the man wanted fame and riches huh? Well, he was going to make sure he would humiliate him utterly before he died. An Avada Kedavra was too painless for him. How dare he scheme the death of Lily! How dare him to make use of him to cause the death of Lily. He wanted him to be a spy? Sure, he would be a spy but not for him any longer.
Po… Harry, a boy who he had treated unfairly since his first year, might not be what he assumed to be. From the memories he had seen many hours ago and some of the memory flashes from the Occlumency lessons, Harry might not have a luxurious life. 'Yah, assume make an ass out of you and me.' Snape smiled bitterly. It was time to throw his prejudices away and judge the boy as himself and not based on his father.
Now he had an important goal to meet and a revenge to take. The potion master smirked. He definitely anticipated the unfolding of hell and fire.
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A/N (1): I have a hard time writing their first kiss, I spent at least 5 days amending it and still not quite satisfied with it… maybe I should write lime only… no lemon… urgggg! Funny enough, the evil bumblebee's plotting part is the easiest part to write… duh…
A/N (2): To all who have added me either to favorite or story alert, THANK YOU! You all have made me the happiest fish on earth *giving out hugs to each and everyone* Now I shall slog as repayment… lol
CansIHasYaoi: Emm… I can only picture Harry as the submissive when I wrote this story, so… yah… I mean it's kind of hard to picture Voldemort as the submissive right? *sheepish grin*
Allanah-x: I think I get it already, thanks for your help anyway. :P