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Previously in Chapter Nine:
Harry opened the door and stepped out to find Severus looking pale.
"What were you doing in there?"
"Masturbating."
Raising his hands to his temples, he asked, "Did you, by any chance, mention that fact to the Headmaster?"
"Yes, he asked," answered Harry, as if someone had merely asked his favorite flavor ice cream.
Severus knew he should never have let Albus go in without checking on Harry. "What were you thinking?" he said to himself, but received an answer from his charge.
"I was thinking of you."
Taking Away the Loneliness Chapter Ten: Loneliness Taken Away (this chapter contains strong language – you have been warned!)
After chatting with Severus and Harry for a few more minutes, a still slightly chuckling Albus left the dungeons for the Great Hall, where it was suppertime. Severus had already ordered he and Harry their food, there was no way the Gryffindor could join his classmates in his current condition; the results could be disastrous, and as had just been proven, quite embarrassing, both for the Gryffindor and those surrounding him. Severus knew Harry would be mortified when the potion finally wore off if he were to find out what had happened, especially what had occurred in the presence of the Headmaster. A grin spread across Severus' face. He did feel bad for Harry, he really did, but it was all quite amusing.
Walking into the kitchen where Harry was currently eating, Severus sat down and began slowly eating the food that appeared in front of him. He was in a quandary; Harry had to remain with him until the potion wore off, there was no disputing that fact. The young wizard was vulnerable and could easily be taken advantage of by others if they found out his current condition. The potion would not allow Harry to choose what he wanted to do, and if he were given an order, he would be forced to adhere to it; chances were Harry would only take orders from him, but he could leave nothing to chance.
"Harry, you'll have to stay here tonight; I cannot allow you to leave until the potion in your system is completely gone."
"How long will I be under the effects?"
"Until around four thirty tomorrow afternoon, by then it should have worn completely off."
"So, until then, I can't be around anyone else?" Harry's face had the beginnings of a smile forming.
"It is best for you not to be around others, but we will see about tomorrow." Before Severus knew what hit him, Harry was sitting in his lap straddling him and was trying to force his mouth open with his tongue. Severus' body was on fire; he wanted nothing more than to take the young man to his bed and ravish him immediately, without delay, but he couldn't, not until Harry had his full faculties back. Forcing himself to break the kiss, he gently pushed Harry back and looked into his eyes. "May I ask what this is about?"
"You told me I could not kiss you in front of the Headmaster. He is gone now, so I am kissing you again." Harry began running his fingers through the inky black hair and slowly leaned forward and when he was only inches away, whispered seductively in the older wizard's ear, his hot breath bathing the Potion Masters neck, "Isn't that what you said, Severus?"
Severus could not speak, could not do anything but take Harry in his arms and kiss him; he wasn't sure if this was wrong or right, but he knew this is what Harry wanted, and he wanted it too. Harry deepened the kiss and began rocking back and forth against Severus, causing them both to whimper. Gods, how can he do this to me? In all my years, I have never once become aroused as quickly as I have since my feelings for him have surfaced. How can he do this to me?
Severus regretfully forced himself to push Harry away and stood up slowly after gently disengaging the drugged teen from his lap. The younger wizard whimpered from the loss of contact and reached out for Severus with a sad look on his face, but Severus only backed further away. "Harry, even if this had not happened to you, nothing was going to happen today between you and I. I had planned on us talking and maybe coming to some understanding of just where we stood with each other. I won't deny that I want you; I want you so badly that it hurts. Literally, it hurts, a lot! Severus could feel his lower region throbbing with the need to be released.
If he was completely honest with himself, Severus had not set any guidelines for himself and Harry's meeting; he had planned on them only talking, but was not stupid; he knew the possibility of something more happening had to be considered.
"You did say this potion only affected me when others gave me orders or asked me direct questions, am I right?"
"You are correct, that is what I said."
"So, just don't say anything then, let me do the talking and let me be the one to tell you what to do." Severus was losing ground and he knew it; it had not even been three hours and he was already drowning in a sea of green. If I could only get my hands on those blasted imbeciles who did this to Harry. I don't care that they have been expelled or that their wands were snapped in two. I want to make them pay for this.
Severus and Harry were supposed to be figuring things out, trying to decide what they should do about this new development between the two of them. Now Harry was not fully himself, even as Severus knew the potion should not have any effect whatsoever on the young man's ability to think or to carry on a normal conversation. He knew the only true effects of the potion would show themselves when Harry was asked a question or given an order. Anything the younger wizard initiated himself would be the result of the real Harry wanting to do it and not some potion, but Severus felt that Harry should be completely himself whenever they finally talked or did anything. Severus was not one to bear his soul, and when he did, he wanted to make damned sure that Harry was completely on the same page as him, but he wanted them to talk…now.
Severus would not do anything with Harry, but could ask him questions; yes he had to do something to pass the time before it was time for them to go to bed, something which Severus was not even wanting to think about quite yet. "How long have you had these feelings for me, Harry?"
"Hm…well, let's see…I have had these feelings of hatred for you since my first Potions class when you so rudely questioned me and talked about me as if you knew exactly how I had lived my entire life.
"I have had these feelings of ambivalence towards you since sixth year when you stopped your sarcastic remarks after Sirius died, when the Headmaster and Remus confronted you and made you leave me alone.
"I have had these feelings of anger towards you since you outed me in sixth year in front of all of my classmates and friends, knowing exactly what you were doing the entire time.
"I have had these feelings of lust for you since that same day when I surmised that your own feelings of insecurity had caused you to lash out at me and reveal my innermost secret just as yours had probably been revealed. I had no clue that you were also gay then, but the way you worded the question to me was so condescending and the look on your face was full of malice, as if you knew you were retrieving something private from me and wanted to gloat about it.
"And lastly, I have had these feelings of…I guess it is…love, for you since last week when I yelled at you and told you what you had done to me. You were honest and shared with me your deepest hurt. I think that is when I fell in love with you, although I maybe did not want to admit it to myself."
As soon as Harry had begun his diatribe of events through the years, Severus smiled; he had asked for the wizard's feelings, he hadn't specified which feeling and that was exactly what he was receiving, all of them. Upon hearing the last revelation, Severus' face registered shock and a bit of sadness as he raised a brow at the young man whom he could tell was about to speak again.
"Since you asked me, it is only fair I ask you, don't you agree?" Severus sighed and nodded his head. All is fair in love and war.
"How long have you had these feelings for me?"
Severus was treading water and he knew it. Harry had been forced to tell the truth; he had not had the ability to alter it to his liking as Severus could, if he so chose. The older man was not sure how to answer that question. He could do as Harry had done, go through the various stages of his feelings, but he couldn't do that, could he? Unlike Harry, he knew what the other was asking and wanted to know. He could alter the truth to his liking as well, but he respected the young man who was now sitting in the chair across from him, far too much to not be honest with him. Severus had experienced two feelings over the years for Harry, and he would tell the young man, he would be completely honest with him.
"I have envied you from the day you were born, and that envy increased when I first saw you at Hogwarts. You had everything that I had ever wanted, or so I thought at the time. I had never had love, and had never had a family; it seemed you had both. Even with your parents gone, it seemed you had the perfect life. I had loved your father like a brother until he betrayed me. When you were born, I knew he and your mother would shower you with attention, and I wanted attention, but there was no one to give it to me, except the Dark Lord.
"I have loved you since your sixth year. I finally found out who you really were, and by doing so, I discovered that you had always been the same, my perceptions of you had been wrong; I knew I had to change them.
"You would not even look at me; I knew you hated me, and I hated myself. I found out that your life had not been the one I had perceived it to be; even our Occlumency sessions had not done much to change my opinion of you. But Lupin was going to make me see you as you really were and he confronted me and made me listen to him. He was in my face and yelling by the time he was finished, but I deserved every bit of that. I was angry with him at the time, but now I thank Merlin that he had the balls to face me and give me a piece of his mind. He changed my life that day. Yes, you were only sixteen, but I knew I was falling in love with you; whether that was wrong or right, I didn't care. I had discovered that there was someone else who was more like me, than I could have ever imagined. From then on, my feelings for you increased exponentially, but I still had to play my part and act as if I hated you. But I was already in love with you, and knew I was damned for all time."
Harry was sitting up with his back straight; his eyes had grown to the size of saucers. He had asked one question, and this is what he had received…Severus had given him everything.
Harry stood up and smiled as he sat on Severus' lap; the man made no move to push him off, so he remained. "I love you, Severus Snape, and this is me, Harry Potter, talking. I know that you say I am under this potion, but it does not affect my mind, you said as much earlier. I asked you that question and expected…I am not sure what, but it surely wasn't what I got."
Harry had said enough; he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the man whose lap he was currently sitting in, and lowered his face to meet that of his, hopefully, soon to be, lover. Staring into the black depths of Severus' eyes, Harry swept down and initiated a kiss, one that gradually deepened until the two were moaning and practically lying on the couch, Harry on top of Severus.
Harry began to run his hands over Severus' robes and was trying to unfasten the damnable contraptions that held the man's outer robes fastened together.
Severus' breath hitched; he couldn't do this, they couldn't do this…but he wanted Harry, and knew Harry wanted him. Help me Merlin!
Harry lowered his head and began trailing kisses of fire down Severus' neck, stopping to leave a love bite, which caused Severus to gasp. But when Harry thrust his hips forward, rubbing their erections together, he knew he had to stop it now; or else he wouldn't be able to. "Harry…"
"Yes, Severus?" Harry asked, lips to his ear, making him shiver.
"We have to stop, now-" Severus was cut off by Harry's tongue, and he moaned softly. This was not working. And then, through his passion filled brain, he remembered that Harry would do anything he told him. Why hadn't he remembered that before? "Harry, stop!"
Harry rose up and looked at him. "What's wrong, Severus?"
Severus was trying to catch his breath enough to talk. "We can't do this, not right now. I just… wouldn't feel right about it, Harry. Do you understand?"
Harry was still looking intently at Severus, but slowly nodded his head. "The potion. You feel like your taking advantage of me, even though you're not." Severus nodded, and Harry, thankfully, climbed off of him and sat next to him.
"It isn't that I don't want to Harry, believe me, I do; but I just don't feel comfortable doing it while you're under the influence of the potion."
"Don't worry, Severus, I understand," Harry said smiling, placing his hand on Severus' thigh.
"Harry," Severus said, looking at the offending hand, "That isn't helping." Harry chuckled and removed his hand.
"I think I'll go take a shower," Severus said standing up, "A cold shower."
Harry snickered. "I could join you…."
"No! Don't you know the point of a cold shower?"
"Well, if you let me come with you it wouldn't have to be cold…" Severus turned and walked into the bathroom muttering something about Harry being the death of him.
After Severus returned from his shower, he found Harry still sitting on the couch. "We should get into bed, Harry, it's getting late."
"Okay, do you have an extra blanket?"
"Nonsense, you don't have to sleep on the couch. My bed is large enough for both of us… if you behave."
Harry stood and kissed Severus on the cheek before walking to the bedroom, "No promises."
Severus sighed and shook his head, then joined Harry in his room. Already in his boxers, Severus slid under the covers with a tired sigh. It had been a hell of a day; that was for sure.
Harry was standing at the foot of the bed, a mischievous grin on his face; Severus knew he was in trouble and sure enough, he was.
Harry began slowly unclasping his robes, and let them slip off his shoulders and puddle on the floor. He then began pulling his shirt over his head; revealing a tanned muscled chest.
Severus shifted a bit in the bed, and tried to look away, but his eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn to the young man.
Harry unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans; sliding them excruciatingly slowly down his slim hips; revealing a pair of red silken boxers. He gently kicked them off, and began a sultry walk over to his side of the bed.
Severus shifted again; damn
Harry climbed under the covers and scooted over to Severus; laying one leg over his middle, and looking at him, snuggling close. "Can I have a goodnight kiss?"
"Of course," Severus said, extremely aware of the leg draped across him.
Harry smiled, and leaned down, capturing Severus' lips in the most amazing kiss in history. It was slow and sensual, their tongues entwining passionately, but not hungrily. Severus wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, holding him tight. After several minutes of this bliss, they broke apart, panting slightly.
Harry kissed the corner of Severus' mouth sweetly and laid his head on his chest. "Goodnight, Sev."
Severus smiled at the nickname, and kept an arm around Harry. "Goodnight, love." Harry rose up and grinned, giving him another quick kiss before falling asleep.
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Severus awoke at nearly eight the following morning. He vaguely wondered why his arm was asleep, when he looked down and saw that he had an armful of sleeping Harry. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. He gently brushed the hair from his eyes, and kissed his cheek softly. Those wondrous green eyes fluttered open. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Sev," he said yawning and stretching.
"Get up and get dressed; we're having breakfast in the Great Hall this morning. The effects of the potion should be weak enough that you won't immensely embarrass yourself. Just remember, no kissing me."
"Gotcha," he said, rolling out of the bed and putting his clothes on.
Once both were ready, they headed off for the Great Hall.
"You're going to sit at the staff table with me, Harry, I'm not taking any chances."
"But won't the students be curious?"
"The Headmaster told them all of your condition; everything will be fine." Harry nodded and they went through the tall doors and up to the head table. Severus conjured another chair and sat it beside his.
Harry could feel everyone's eyes on him, but didn't look up from his plate.
"Good morning, Harry, how are you feeling?"
"Fine, Sir, and yourself?"
The Headmaster smiled, "Excellent."
Harry smiled in return and began to fill his plate, while Severus and Dumbledore carried on a conversation about how much longer the potion should last.
"So, you think it should wear off around four?"
"Yes, it should. Maybe a little before, maybe a little-" Severus cut off abruptly.
"Severus?" Albus asked, concerned.
"What? Oh, sorry, yes, maybe a little after." He turned to glare at Harry, who had his hand resting on his upper thigh, rubbing in small circles with his thumb. Harry looked innocently back, before returning to his breakfast. Luckily, Severus' lap was covered by the elegant tablecloth, and nobody could see what was going on underneath.
Albus was still looking curiously at Severus, but went on with the conversation. Meanwhile, Harry's hand was getting dangerously close to….
Severus' hand slipped and knocked over his goblet, earning him funny looks and giggles from the students and staff.
"Severus, my boy, are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes, Albus, I'm fine," he ground out, turning to whisper to Harry, "Stop!"
Harry sighed and removed his hand, turning to finish his food, a slight smile on his lips. Severus shifted uncomfortably in his chair, glaring murderously at all the students, and teachers, staring at him.
After finishing his breakfast, Harry chanced a glance at Severus, who was again conversing with the Headmaster. Harry looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Ron and Hermione talking; they looked happy and as if they were enjoying themselves. Harry wished he could enjoy himself. No matter what Severus had said, he had a feeling that even when the potion wore off, the man would make some excuse for them not to be close. Circumstances had just presented the two of them with a reason to be in close proximity to one another for the past sixteen hours, but once he was no longer under the Imperious, there would no longer be any reason for him to remain in Severus' chambers.
Harry was brought out of his musings when he heard someone speaking his name. Looking to his right, he noticed Professor Flitwick looking at him strangely.
"What has you looking so morose today, Mister Potter?"
Harry could feel himself beginning to speak, but he was fighting against the Imperious, and willing himself to not say anything. If he spoke, then the truth would come out that he was upset about the probability of he and Severus not being able to advance their relationship. Even as he wanted to say something, his mind kept repeating over and over, do not say anything, do not say anything.
"Mister Potter, are you alright?"
"NO!" Harry stood up and left the Great Hall as quickly as he could, closely followed by Severus, who caught up with the Gryffindor and made the visibly upset wizard tell him what was wrong. Harry explained that he had been asked a direct question that would have resulted in an answer that included Severus' name, but fortunately, he had been able to fight it off. But that it was too much for him and when he was asked if he was okay, Harry wanted to say everything that was upsetting him, but knew he could not so he knew his only other choice was to leave.
"I apologize, Harry. It probably wasn't the best idea to bring you up here to eat. We should return to my chambers until we are sure you are no longer under the effects of the potion."
Immediately upon entering Severus' chambers, Harry threw himself on the couch, stretched out and closed his eyes.
Walking over to the now lying down wizard, Severus removed the magazine Harry was looking at. "Oh no you don't; just because you have to remain with me does not mean I am going to allow you to do nothing all day. I thought we would use this time for me to help you in Potions. Why don't you do as well in my class as you do in your others?" Harry glared at the older wizard.
"Maybe it is because I have a snarky Bastard for a teacher."
Harry was as serious as he could be and Severus knew it. He was still under the effects of the Imperious, after all.
Although he was a renowned Potions Master, Severus knew he was not good at teaching a classroom full of students; he had only taken the job as a cover for his spying for Dumbledore. But hearing Harry voicing his opinion out loud made it all the more real, and all the more, hurtful. Severus went into his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.
Harry's eyes widened when he realized what he had said. Bugger all. Harry went over to the door and knocked. Receiving no answer, he tried opening it but of course, it was locked.
"Severus, you asked me a question, I have no control over what I say, I'm-"
The door opened suddenly. "…You're what, are you sorry you told me how you really feel, or are you sorry you feel that way, or are you just sorry I heard you saying how you feel?"
Harry had to keep himself from becoming any more upset than he already was. No matter the fact that he had no control over what he said when asked a question, he had hurt Severus' feelings. "Look, Severus, I apologize; you know I would never have said that to you if not for this potion. But yes, the reason I do not and have never done well in your class is because you treat me like a piece of shite, and you have from that very first Potions Class. It is not my fault, who my father was, and it is not my fault that I am the fucking boy-who-lived. And I did not ask to be poisoned with the Imperious, which in turn makes me tell the truth, no matter what. I didn't ask for any of it, you know; I was just born. I have no control over my life, in fact I never have. You know, that is all I ask, for a little control, but everyone keeps taking it away from me, just as you did when you outed me last year, when ironically, I was forced to tell the truth. The only reason people give a rat's ass about me is because of who I am. 'Harry Potter, oh yeah, he's the one who is going to kill Voldemort.' What they don't realize is there is another part to that scenario that they are missing or don't know about, 'Or Voldemort will kill him'."
Harry's face was flushed by this time and he felt his anger rising. He had so many emotions fighting to get out; he wanted Severus to see him as him, and not the boy-who-fucking-lived. And he wanted Severus to see him as someone whom he could see being in a relationship with.
He didn't know whether to be happy or mad about the situation in which he currently found himself. If it had not been for the Imperious, Harry would not have been able to spend as much time with Severus as he had, but then again, he would not have called said man a snarky bastard. Somehow, he felt that the hurt he had caused the older wizard had added more weight to his already heavily laden young shoulders, than the time spent with Severus had lessened it.
Harry turned around and walked back to the couch. It was only 9:30 and he had over six hours left until he could leave. Picking up the magazine he plopped down on the couch and began reading. He heard the door shutting again and shrugged his shoulders; there was not much else he could do.
After about fifteen minutes, Harry heard the door opening, and felt as Severus sat on the couch.
"Sit up; we need to talk."
Harry closed the magazine, sat up and turned to face Severus. "I'm listening."
"You're wrong about the control Harry. Even as there are many things you will never have control over, you do have control over your life as a whole, if you want to use it. You can say to hell with everything, run away and hope that you're never found, or you can stay here and face the future and whatever that holds. I find myself feeling as you do at least ten times a year, and Albus tells me what I am telling you, at least ten times a year. None of us asks to be born. I certainly did not ask to have parents, who, upon my birth, pledged me to the Dark Lord, but they did. You and I may not have control as we would like, over our lives, but who does have complete control? No one that I know of.
"I apologize for being so childish earlier; you are correct; you had to tell me what you did as it was the truth. I am quite aware of my teaching deficiencies, and always have been. However others may have thought, no one had ever mentioned that fact to my face before, at least not in such a blatant manner, and when you did, it really hit a nerve. No one likes their weaknesses being pointed out to them, especially by someone whom the recipient of those words cares a great deal about."
"Severus, I'm so sorry," Harry said, lightly stroking the other man's cheek, "Just for the record, I don't think you're a snarky bastard all of the time, mainly just in class. Although-" Harry was silenced by a finger pressed gently to his lips.
"Harry, stop while you're ahead," Severus said with a smile, causing Harry to do the same.
Harry spent the rest of the afternoon bottling and labeling potions with Severus. And at around four-thirty that evening, they were still doing the same thing.
"How many more of these things do we have?" Harry asked, labeling the vial of pain potion that Severus had just handed him.
"Not many, Harry, but Poppy needs these tomorrow morning; she said she was running out. Hand me that ladle over there."
"No, you get it, you're closer, my hands are cramping from these damned labels," Harry grumbled, massaging his hands.
Severus looked up at Harry. "What did you say?"
"I said," Harry reiterated, half annoyed, "Get it yourself-" Harry broke off, eyes widening. He had refused to do something that Severus told him to do! The potion was wearing off! He glanced at the clock, four-forty. When had it gotten so late?
Severus was watching Harry carefully; he had figured the potion would be wearing off around this time. He saw Harry's face redden drastically, and watched him place his head in his hands, muttering something that Severus couldn't understand.
"I can't believe I said that to Dumbledore…" Harry groaned, causing Severus to laugh. "Hey! It isn't funny at all! I'll never be able to look the man in his twinkling eyes again…"
"Harry, come here."
"No," Harry said, head still in his hands.
"Stand on one leg," Severus commanded.
"Severus, you're being ridiculous! Can't you see I am having a crisis here?" Harry said, glaring up at the older wizard.
Severus smiled, walking over and lifting Harry's head to look into his eyes. "I have been having a crisis since you were hit with that wretched dart, you little tease," Severus growled, capturing Harry's lips in a bruising kiss.
Harry moaned as Severus' tongue slid across his bottom lip, and parted them allowing the warm inviting tongue to tangle with his own. "Sev… the potion…."
"To Hell with the potion," Severus said, picking Harry up and carrying him into his bedchambers, and placing him on the bed, climbing on top of him.
Harry smiled up at him, looking like pure perfection in Severus' eyes. "Did I really make it that hard on you?"
"You have no idea," Severus said, kissing Harry's neck.
"You could give me one," Harry purred.
Many heated kisses later, and clothing having been removed, Harry was a writhing mess beneath Severus, begging incoherently, although for what, he wasn't entirely sure. "Please, Sev…"
Severus was sliding his very talented hands down Harry's sides slowly, and whispering in his ear, "Is this your first time?"
Harry nodded his head.
Severus pulled back a little to look in Harry's eyes. "Harry… are you sure you want me to be your first? I mean-"
"Severus, I wouldn't want it to be anyone else," Harry said, bringing Severus down for a crushing kiss. "Please…"
Severus didn't argue, and Harry was glad. The pleasure he was experiencing was to a multitude that he didn't even know existed, but he knew it did now; he knew this would be an experience he would not ever forget. His first time and it was with Severus, and it was perfect. Severs was gentle with every touch, every stroke, and every thrust.
It was when they were snuggled up together, holding each other tightly that Harry realized just how much he loved this wonderful man. And he wanted to tell the world, tell everyone that he was in love with Severus Snape. But he knew he couldn't. Severus was a very private person, and probably wouldn't want his personal life flouted all about the castle, even if their relationship wasn't forbidden. Harry was seventeen, of age in the wizarding world, that meant no one could do anything about them being together, and he wanted everyone to know that Severus was his. A little talk with his lover seemed to be in order; but it could wait until morning. Harry was entirely too tired and sated to say anything tonight.
He snuggled closer to Severus, and gave in to the peaceful sleep that was hanging above him.
"I love you, Harry," Severus whispered to the sleeping figure curled up next to him. And he wanted everyone to know, to tell the whole world. But he knew that Harry would never want that. He had enough problems with the reporters and being in the public eye as it was and he definitely wouldn't want everyone to know his lover was Severus Snape, snarky Potions Master and ex-Death Eater. Who would? And besides, Albus would probably kill him if he found out he had deflowered the 'Golden Boy.' No, it was probably best that their relationship remain private.
Harry opened his eyes early the following morning and smiled. There couldn't be a greater feeling in the world than waking up in Severus' arms. He kissed his lover gently on the lips, waking him up.
"Mmm… good morning, love," Severus mumbled, kissing Harry again.
"Yes," Harry agreed, "Very good morning."
Severus could see that Harry had something on his mind, and was thinking about it seriously. "Harry, is something wrong?" Severus asked, cursing the panicky feeling he had, and the thoughts that flooded his mind, like Harry regretting what happened between them last night.
"No, it is just, well, about our… relationship. I just, I want everyone-" Harry was cut off when Severus hissed in pain. The hiss soon turned to moaning, and his face held a look of pure agony. "Severus! What is it? What's wrong?"
"Voldemort," Severus ground out between clenched teeth, holding his forearm tightly.
~ Nymphadora Tonks1 and sev1970 ~