Harry Potter Has Always Known

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Chapter 11

Harry went back down to their quarters exhausted. He went to the bathroom before having a quick shower; he was sweaty, and didn't want to go to sleep like that. Scrubbing his body, getting all the dirt, sweat and grime he could feel on him off. Turning off the shower and getting out, he dried himself before putting a pair of old, disgusting boxers on and crawling into Severus' bed. His own was still not made; the house elves had not yet been in his room. He had left wet towels on the bed making it wet.

Falling into a deep sleep, he didn't hear the door banging as it opened and closed shut once more as Severus cursed Dumbledore with every name under the sun. He hadn't realised Harry was asleep, but thinking back, he did remember Harry looking exhausted. Severus realised Harry would be exhausted, after all, it's not everyday you learn the Fidelius charm. He knew Harry had not been able to use that much magic since Dumbledore had blocked him. So, one way or another, it seemed the block Dumbledore had used was either weakening, or Harry was too powerful now, and breaking the block.

Looking over at Harry, he smiled wanly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. No one had ever been in his bed before, much less looked comfortable in his bed, or around him for that matter. He was used to biting everyone's head off, and making them go away. It was strange wanting someone to be near him. looking at the time, Severus noted that lunch had already passed, not wanting to eat without Harry, he sat and waited; it was nearly dinner time anyway.

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Harry woke up with a groan. He'd had the best sleep in ages. Stretching around, he realised that he was in Sev's bed, not wanting to anger the man, he got out of bed and started creeping to his own room. To his surprised, he heard an amused voice behind him.

"I'm not going to eat you, Harry," said Severus as he watched Harry stop and turn around, but looking down at the boxers Potter was wearing, he grimaced in distaste.

"Eh, I know. I just didn't want you to get angry when you realised I had slept in your bed, mine's not made yet. The house evles had not been in there yet," said Harry with a yawn as he stretched.

Severus was surprised at Harry's answer, and even more so that it was the truth. Severus nodded at him then asked the question on his mind.

"Why do you wear that? You know your parents are rich!" said Severus. He didn't like the boxers, they were disgusting, really disgusting. Too big, dirty, and dingy, or it was more like they looked dirty and dingy. Of course they were not dirty, Harry was a clean person and liked to be clean. He knew Harry wore disgusting stuff at the Muggles, but he was not at the muggles.

"Oh, well I did, but if I went home for the holidays with new clothes my relatives probably would have realised I had money. Even so, I didn't have a key and I was never allowed to go to Diagon Alley much. I knew I was rich, but I didn't know that rich. I thought I had one vault, that's why I only asked Dumbledore for a key, not keys," said Harry, shrugging his shoulders as if what happened didn't bother him.

"Well, we will be going for new clothes and things. You are not going around in those!" Severus said with a shudder, feeling pity for Harry, having to wear them.

"I would like that!" Harry said with a smirk on his face. He had looked forward to this day for a long time, but he had not expected to be going shopping with Severus Snape, of all people. He would have given Ron any money he needed, and the whole time, the redhead was playing behind his back.

"Here," said Severus, who had took a pair from his own drawer and handed them to Harry. They were silky ones, a good pair. Green; no surprise there. They were charmed to fit him when he put them on, and put them on, he did.

They then shrunk to fit his body. He smiled for the first time in a long time; a real smile, not just the smiles that were planted on his face, and Severus got to see it. Deciding just to wear them until he needed to put his disgusting clothes on, he walked back to Severus.

"What's for dinner?" asked Harry with a smile.

"Pick for yourself," said Severus before calling for Dobby.

"What can I get Master Potter-Snape, sir?" asked Dobby, who knew they were getting married, and called them by the proper name which they should be called.

"What?" squeaked Harry.

"It's tradition, Harry. When we marry, you will have both names, just like I will be Potter-Snape as you will be Potter-Snape. The house elves will probably always call you that now, as well as the teachers and so on," said Severus looking a bit apologetic.

"Oh, now I remember," said Harry as he remembered reading about something on men marrying, and the males combining their names and both their names were used for any child they may have or adopt. It was a very old book from way back in the time of the founders. What no one realised was that Harry had gone into the Chamber of Secrets, and was in the process of reading Salazar Slytherin's books. Well, Severus knew, but probably didn't realise it was the Chamber or great irriplacable books.

"Good, now Dobby, I want dinner for both of us!" said Severus as he sat down at the table he didn't usually use. He was used to sitting on the couch to eat, but didn't yet feel that comfortable around Harry.

Within moments after the elf had gone, Harry sat down at the table and asked, "What did Dumbledore want?" He knew whatever the man wanted, it was not going to be something to drink tea over.

Severus paled at the question Harry asked, and Harry realised that something bad must have happened to get that reaction from the man in front of him. Harry wondered what it was as Severus looked at him with an unreadable expression trying to decide whether to tell Harry or not, or what was for the best. He decided to tell him it was much safer.

"Dumbledore wanted me to do something I've always wanted to do to you," he said in a hoarse voice. He could hardly believe what the man had said to him. The thought of doing it made his stomach churn. He had turned from the dark side for that very reason. Voldemort had forced him to do those kinds of things; beat rape and torture people.

"What, kill me?" asked Harry sarcastically, as if it was an every day conversation.

"No…much worse," said Severus his voice much stronger than normal. His insides, however, were still in turmoil. Everything he had thought was normal and right was turning horrible and evil. Dumbledore was not meant to be like this, his views were being ripped to shreads before his very eyes.

"What, beat the crap out of me?" asked Harry somewhat seriously, those green eyes turning hard, full with hate and anger.

"Yes, and something else," said Severus with a sigh as he slumped into the chair and his hands covered his face.

"Rape you! He wants me to rape you," Severus croaked out. The headmaster knew what he was forced to do; he knew Severus didn't want to rape or kill people.

"Fuck," was all Harry Potter could say.

"I don't want to, I don't. I wouldn't even if I had not gotten to know you. Dumbledore knows I don't like doing it, but yet, he tells me to go back every time! Gods, I hate it! I hate doing it. Dumbledore kept telling me I was making a difference, but I...I haven't really, not for all the times I have killed them," said Severus as sobs racked his body.

Harry got up and removed Severus' hands before pulling the man to him, cuddling him, not even paying attention to the tears that were running down his front and back.

"Did you kill most of them?" asked Harry before he wiped the tears away.

"Yes," said Severus, his face still held by Harry's hands.

"Did you end their suffering?" asked Harry. He knew all about the Death Eater meetings, and knew Severus killed them most of the time, freeing them from their misery.

"Yes," said Severus softly, the tears no longer coming. He was sitting there accepting any comfort he could get. No one had ever held him or took away his tears in a long time, never mind touching his face. The warm hands anchored him.

"You stop them from suffering, something I would do! I would kill Frank and Alice Longbottom, end their suffering. It's not right to keep them there, both their minds are broken, and yet their soul is forced to remain. They don't deserve it! By killing them, you laid them to rest. Stopped them from dying a more horrific death, I don't think that they would blame you wherever they end up, because they would realise what's happening, and that you had no choice, hoping that we will succeed after all. They would not like their people to be wiped out either," said Harry quietly and soothingly.

"Thanks Harry, I've always felt guilty," said Severus resting his head on Harry's chest.

"It's okay, Severus," Harry muttered quietly, then looked at him. Harry looked into those haunted eyes and saw the loneliness and pain. He wanted nothing more than to be able to get rid of either of them.

Leaning down, he kissed Severus softly, causing Severus opened his mouth in surprise. Dipping his tongue in, Harry nearly moaned at the feeling, he had not kissed anyone before, well he had, but he didn't count Cho. This was his first kiss, his first real enjoyable one anyway. Severus seemed to realise this because he cupped Harry's face before plunging his own tongue into Harry's warm heat. Their kiss was desperate and needy, but eventually they ended up having to part for air.

"Wow," was all Harry said. He may have not had sex nor kissed anyone like that, can you imagine everyone's surprise and disgust if they had found out their saviour was gay? So, after his horrid experience with Cho, he had not allowed anyone close enough to him to learn his secret. He didn't trust anyone else enough to kiss them, never mind having sex with them.

Just then a 'pop' announced the house elf brining their dinner, so, he pulled away slowly, not wanting the man to think he was embarrassed to be seen kissing him. They soon dug into their dinner, both enjoying it.

Severus then picked up a book and went to sit on the couch, to read it. Fifteen minutes later Severus looked up as Harry put a drink into his hand, and noticed the younger man had one, too.. Harry sat down next to him and laid his head on Severus' leg. A smaller book in his hand, he too, began reading. Both sat reading, lost in their books in a comfortable silence.