Severus Snape, best potion master in the realm, cursed loudly as he stalked down the hall, ready to hex anyone and everyone in his way. Luckily, or unfortunately depending on which way you look at it, he met no one on his way to the dark lord's chambers. Without knocking, screw the consequences, he walked in. Just because his alliances where now known doesn't mean he had to show any respect. Though a wise move to show respect, he wasn't in that great of a mood.
He walked in on a strange sight indeed, almost forgetting his bad mood entirely. the dark lord sat at the small dinning table staring at, or in the direction of, the bed. His eyes where open and unblinking, his mouth slightly agape. He looked shell shocked for some reason or another. But when Severus fallowed his gaze he understood why.
Harry Potter looked much the same as when they'd brought him in from his 'relatives' house. rapped, bleeding, bruised, abused and emotionally damaged. Hopefully this time, normal medical means could cure him of his physically injuries. He wasn't sure even all the healers in St. Mongo's could cure Mr. Potter mentally. Severus really had no idea what it would take to help this poor boy heal.
Knowing he had much more work to complete then he had thought 5 minutes ago, he set to work. First checking over the dark lord, who'd finally fallen out of his trance like state. And he had fallen quite latterly, off the chair. But while finding no physically problem, other then high blood pressure, which he told the dark lord to watch out for and control his sweet tooth.
He moved once again to ward the bed, and the unconscious Potter that lay upon it. he reminded him so fiercely of their last encounter that he had to stop and breath, lest the on slough of memories become too much. Fixing the minor cuts and bruises easily enough with a small healing charm or spell, he moved onto the important problem; Harry's anus. Although Severus had just recently healed that area, it was slightly more hazardous to Potter now because it ran the risk of infection. With guarded care, Severus turned the beaten boy over. Long gashes spilled down his back. They looked like the marks of a lover, in the throws of passion where the line between pain and pleasure was blurry and unseen. He fallowed the still bleeding scratches to the boy's ass. After wiping away the blood, so he could actually see the anus, he discovered very little allocation.
"it seems, my lord, that who ever did this, carefully prepared , either themselves or young Mr. Potter before hand," said Snape to the dark lord once again sitting in his chair. The first thing Snape checked was for lubrication, he found none. Not all that surprising. The perpetraitor obviously wanted their own 'equipment' prepared, it was a sigh of dominance in a couple. If they were equally prepared then they were partneres, equals in the relationship. Severus knew this because most of his relations had been dominate submissive, he being dominate of course.
He told the dark lord of the information he'd gathered on the boy. Voldemort listened intently, rubbing his cheek in a clear sign of agitation.
"thanksss Ssevrusss," replied the dark lord when the potion master had finished his report. Muttering several cleaning spells Severus tidied the boy up, then placed the blanket over him, to cover his nakedness. Voldemort soft voice floated to Snape's ears as he finished his task.
"come ssit, tell me of your meeting with the old fool. What newz do you have to report?"
"just as I arrived pandemonium was occurring. The aged idiot silenced his order and I told him what I 'believed' had happened. I told him there was no plan to capture the young Potter boy, or at lest none that I was privy too. I also told him id caught no sign of the boy. I asked him whether the wards had been breeched. But no, apparently they have a squib liking next door to the boy. How they kept that secreted from me, I do not know. Maybe I was not as trusted as I thought. It will take some effort to regain some credibility, maybe you could stage a raid that I could tell them about."
Just then Harry started to wake, or at lest move around on the sheets and moan. The dark lord sat up in one fluid motion, quickly, hiding his face.
"I'll jest leave you to attend him then Severuss," said Voldemort as he walked out, leaving no time to hear Severus Snape's protest of," my lord… wait… but I've…" he slumped down in defeat. He curses several times, in different languages, but mostly in English. He jumped when a voice replied to the statements.
"I am impressed, professor Snape, I myself can only swear in English, German, Latin and Parseltougne. Though I don't really think that last one counts," said the newly woken brunette.
"Why doesn't snake language count Mr. Potter. I know you can speak it, hell the whole world does. And it is a different language as far as everyone is concerned," asked Snape.
"Because, professor, it sounds like English to me, with slight hissing at the end of certain words," replied Harry, perfectly at ease in the sheet he was wearing. Coincidently it was the only thing he was wearing, not that it bothered him much. When he shifted positions, the potion master seemed to blush and turn his head away. Harry looked down to note that shifting had bared his chest, and a good deal of thigh. He just shrugged his shoulders trying not to let it bother him. But when he saw the faint signs of a blush on the usually pale professor, he couldn't help but tease, in the only way he knew how. He was very good at seduction lets just say.
Running his hand along his side in what he knew was a provocative manner. His hand fingered the sheet that covered him. Playing delicate fingers in a dance across flesh and silk. He let the sheet drop before slowly pulling it back up sensually. His eyes never having left the man before him. He noticed how Severus's eyes fallowed the movement of his long thin fingers across his body. The potion master sat down rather fast from his standing position. Severus Snape, Harry knew, liked women, and yet there was just something, a "je ne sais pas," that attracted everyone to him. Harry smirked, a very Slytherin expression.
"Having trouble standing, Severus," purred Harry. Professor Snape shuttered when he heard his own name roll off Harry's tongue. He made it sound so dirty, down right sinful. There was so much weight in that one world, it conveyed a terrible amount of emotion. The potion master decided to change the subject, slightly, before he lost control… of the conversation.
"Who raped you? Asked Snape, deciding to be direct and blunt. He'd never left a Potter throw him off balance, while no more then what was already off anyways.
The change in Harry was instantaneous. He went ridged and his facial features closed down. His hand came up and tugged the sheet closer to him. When he spoke though, his voice was clear and unwavering.
"Who said I was raped, professor," he said in a hard tone, not really making it a question, more a statement. Snape raised his eyebrow in question and sneered with his lips.
"With the state you where in Potter, it could not have been consensual," anger added lit to the voice. Harry regarded him firmly with a glare.
"I am a whore professor, in case you didn't notice, one sixth of the year. You cannot rape a whore!"
"Rape is rape Potter. Just because you say you're a whore does not justify the action," replied Snape.
"I am not saying I am a whore, sir. It's what I am. After being pimped out by my own bleeding relatives for longer then I care to remember, I know nothing else. I am a whore, Severus Snape, I have always been a whore. You just weren't able to see it."
"Pardon me for asking Mr. Potter."
"please, call me Harry," interrupted the boy, most of his anger forgotten. He couldn't hold his anger, it usually just got him in trouble so he learned to let it go.
"ok, Harry," said Snape tentatively, "how did you manage to conceal your… difference at Hogwarts? Not even the great Headmaster Dumbledore knew." The last was said with massive sarcasm.
"all quite simple really, I observed people," was Harry's frank reply.
"I do not understand?"
"As a young child I had to adapt quickly to basically any given situation. Hogwarts was just one of many. By acting and reacting as the others around me, people assumed there was nothing different about me. by observing the other people in the same situation as I, I was able to assume the correct way o0f behaviour. there was only one situation, a rather major one actually, that I had to learn completely on my own."
"And which one, Harry, was that?"
"I thought that obvious Severus, can I call you Severus?" asked Harry, interrupting himself.
"Very well."
"thank you Severus, that does mean something to me," Snape only inclined his head in acknowledgement and in motion to continue. "I had no role mode, as you might call it, for being a whore."
"oh," was all the potion master thought to say. They sat in silence, neither breaking the rather comfortable noiselessness that had fallen between them. Then Severus realised Harry had managed to change thte subject without him even having realised. He turned his head sharpley to repriem the youth. The boy was already smiling innocently at him. Snape scowled back.
To be continued…
A/n: I am going to end it here. Hope you liked that. More on Harry's personality in the next chapter, as you can see he is slight! OOC. Well I want you all to update and tell me how fabulous I am, yeah I know I am full of my self. Please have a look at my other stories. REVIEW!