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Godric's Hollow
Chapter 7: Morals (R)
By Tracev

Severus Snape stood over Harry Potter, watching the boy sleep. Snape stared up to the high placed windows, the moon was full and the light lit the room brilliantly giving the appearance that the world had woken, though it was still the middle of the night. They had a mission today, the forbidden forest, the forbidden curses. Dumbledore had surprised Snape last week when he given the go ahead for Potter to be trained in the curses. He assumed that Potter would start learning them when Professor McGonagall returned from her vacation. She was his head of house after all, but apparently Dumbledore knew something he didn't and said to begin at once. They had less than one month left till school returned on the 1st of September.

Snape watched Harry turn in his sleep, he leaned in to look at what the boy was holding in his small hand. It was that damn picture of his father and friends. Snape smirked, letting a disgruntle sigh escape him. Every since Potters return from Godric's Hollow he's been holding on to this picture for dear life.

Harry's eyes flickered he knew it was still very early. He tried to think what had woken him. Then he saw it, Snape standing over him. Harry sat up "what's wrong?" Snape just stood there eyeing him. He hated when Snape did this, just standing over him watching him sleep, it was creepy. Every since they returned from Godric's Hollow Snape had been weird. Really it had been that night they had returned from Goodrich Hollow, that night in front of the fire. He wasn't sure if Snape even remembered it. He half hoped Professor did and half hoped he didn't.

Dumbledore had offered to let Harry stay in his families? home with Snape for a week. To get to know the place, to explore the grounds. Harry declined, he just wasn't ready to deal with that quite yet. He had stuck close to Snape the first week back, more out of comfort to have another person close by. They didn't talk but just to be in the same room with someone was nice.

But then Snape started to disappear for hours here and there. The few hours turned into days gone with no explanation. Harry knew it had to be something with Voldemorts return, it had been in the Daily Prophet that the Death Eaters had become more vicious in their attacks not only in the wizarding world but the muggles as well. Harry wondered how many students would return this coming school year. His bet it wasn't a lot.

"The forest Potter, get dressed" Snape snarled at him. Harry scrambled out of bed, he sorted through his trunk, looking for clean clothes. Snape stood in the doorway, he was looking up at the high windows again. Snape did this a lot lately Harry noticed. He'd zoned out, as if he was trying to think or was about to say something. If he wasn't starring into space his eyes were burning through you. So many times he sat there starring, always on the verge of speaking. As soon as Snape caught you watching him, he looked away.

Harry dressed, he was buttoning up his jeans when Snape met his eyes. "Don't forget your wand Potter." Now was one of those moments, Snape stared at him as if he wanted to gush forward with some hidden news. But he just stood there watching Harry do up his shoes.

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Harry struggled to keep up with Professor Snape. He could see the lantern that Snape was carrying up ahead, but he couldn't make out the man holding it. The full moon was of no help in the forest, not to mention all the clouds that floated by. They had entered yet another part of the forest that Harry had never been to. This had been an eventful summer in the sense that he was now learning the forests in's and outs.

Harry could hear the silence of the forest around him. It was eerie in a strict sense, no noise what so ever. Not a whisper of a cricket, or the cry of a bat. The forest knew you were there though, make no mistakes of that. While you might not hear the creatures you can be sure there was a murmur among the wildlife that you were there.

Snape stood looking upstream. "Shhh" Snape quieted Harry as he finally caught up with him, he grabbed Harry pulling him forward.

"See that boy" Snape held on to Harry's shoulder. Harry's eyes followed Snapes glaze. In the distance stood a large wolf, drinking water from the stream.

Snape whispered in Harry's ear "that's the size of a grown man, you can perform the killing curse on the wolf"

Snape gave Harry a little shove toward it. The wolf looked up. It was a large she wolf, with a thick gray and black coat. She instinctively narrowed her eyes looking at the humans that invaded her space.

Harry looked back at Snape. He knew he had to learn the forbidden curses. He knew he would have to defend himself with more adult curses when the time came to face Voldemort. The childhood spells and charms Hogwarts taught would not work. He could hardly see himself using the jelly-leg curse on Voldemort, while entertaining it might be, it would not hold him at bay.

Harry raised his wand he knew he had to get this over with quickly. He had practiced saying the words to himself ever since Snape had told him he would start training. He just couldn't get the idea out of his head that he would be the cause of the death. To kill someone, he could not make his mind understand, nor his heart. He had tried to tell himself it was defenses against the dark arts. He would have to defend himself, to survive, he had even tried to down play the moment, with their just Death Eaters. They deserved to die, they're on the wrong side. It didn't help, he didn't want to be the cause of death.

Harry held his wand up as if he was going to conduct an orchestra. Snape stood silently behind him a smile played on his lips. Harry and the wolf locked eyes. She knew what was coming could sense it in the air. Instinct is everything. The wolf watched with interest she knew before the boy did that he would not kill. He stood there to long mulling it over in his mind. She knew that today was not the day she would die. That he was not a killer. Her eyes widened she seemed to nod and turned off heading down the stream. Harry lowered his arm. No he was not a killer, not today.

He looked at the ground he could not do it. He wished his Godfather Sirius was here he would understand. He would understand the wolf reminded him of professor Lupin, it reminded him of his teacher, his friend that he loss less than a month ago. Though the death seemed like it happened so long ago. He could hear Snape tutting behind him. He might as well get it over with, he turned to face Snape. Meeting his eyes, Snape tried to hide his smile, the professor growled at the boy "morals Harry, how noble of you. Just remember because you can't do it doesn't mean that the other person won't. They won't think twice about killing you, about hitting you with the curse and delivering your dead body to Voldemort."

Snape took off down the stream Harry tugged along behind him. Snape spotted a Clabbert in a near by tree. The Clabbert is strange animal across between a monkey and a frog. It's a midsize animal, "Adava Kedavra" Snape said lazily. The Clabbert fell to the ground. He turned to look at Harry's shocked face "kill or be killed," He muttered.

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The sun was finally rising. They had been out here for hours walking. Tugging through the forest. They stopped for a small break. Snape pulled out a sandwich and took a bite. He looked off into the trees. Harry munched on his apple. All of the animals were coming alive. The morning silence was becoming awake with the morning rituals of the forest, of the creatures hidden in the forest. They sat in silence watching the awaking around them, it was a peaceful moment.

Harry wiggled in his seat he wanted to talk about what happened the other day. About the kiss he couldn't stop thinking about, the warm touch he had felt on his cheek, on his lips. He wanted to ease into the subject but he couldn't seem to think of a way to do that.

"Professor, about the other night"

Snape looked up he had almost forgotten the boy was there, he was so lost in his thoughts. Snapes black, as coal eyes grew large and bore into Harry.

"You know when you were in front of the fire"

Snape looked up into the trees the fire, oh God, that had been real. He had thought he was dreaming.

"The kiss, you know I was wondering" his hands twisted in knots.

? "I was wondering"

Snape stood suddenly "it's the Silkweed."

"What?"

"Up in that tree, it's the Silkweed we were looking for. Remember I told you to destroy it.

"Yeah?" glad for the distraction, Harry got up, standing on the large rock they had been sitting on, reached up and yanked the plant from the tree. It really was a lovely plant, it had what appeared to be feathers for leaves. It was more fern like then a weed. Snape pulled a vial from under his black T-shirt and twisted the top off. Harry handed the weed over to his teacher. Snape pulled the feathered leaves from it putting them in the vial. He handed the rest of the plant to Harry "burn it" he spat.

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The day before school started Harry was packing up his things. He would finally be returning to Gryffindor tower. Snape was standing in the doorway watching him pack. He came and sat on the bed. He took the vial from around his neck. Harry noticed Snape looked tired, dark bags were under his eyes. "Come here boy." Harry came to stand before him. Snape grabbed his hips pulling him forward. Snape face was mere inches from Harry's, he could feel the Professors breath on his face. Snape fastened the chain around Harry's neck. He drew his finger along Potters jawline tilting his chin upward.

"Oh" Harry whispered he was shaking as if the temperature in the room had suddenly dropped.

"Never take this vial off" Snape growled lowly at him "never, no matter what you might hear. No matter what you think you saw. No matter what you think I or anyone else is doing." Snape dropped his finger from Harry's chin. He shut his eyes and rested his forehead on Harry's grasping him on the back of the neck "no matter what a friend or anyone else at this school tells you, never take it off."

Harry tried to pull away, Snape was scaring him a little. Harry muttered "okay" several times.

"Potter I can't emphasis enough never take this vial off."

"I understand" Harry whispered.

Snape was holding him tightly now not taking his hands from the boy's hips. He continued on "don't lose it, don't take it off to play quidditch, not even in the shower."

Harry fell into the touch of the mans hands. They felt comfortable, strong. He let a soft moan escape him. Snapes hands were warm, not at all what he would have expected. Snape had his hand on his hips, he made small circular motions with his thumb. Snape's head rested against Harry's. Harry felt the hot breath on his face, the closeness. He drew his hand to rest on Snape's shoulder, inching it closer to the mans delicious neck.

Snape pretended not to notice the hand that crept across his shoulder or the stirring in the boy's pants. It was to soon Remus had just died, not to mention student. Yet Snape couldn't let go, he heard himself babbling to Potter, Harry. The feel of the warm body in his hands, so close, so young, he was quite sure that skin would taste like heaven.

The boy was kissing him. The warm feel on his mouth, the youthful entanglement of inexperience. Snape felt Harry thrust his hips forward. The boy hands in his hair. He felt himself being pushed back on the bed. The boy climbing up straddling him, his pelvic was grinding into him. The tangle of hands and robes, clothes and boots being kicked to the floor. Never breaking the movement Snape rolled, so that Harry was pinned beneath him. He slowly worried the buttons off the boy's shirt, though most were already undone.

Snape shifted the robes off the small form. Dragging his tongue down Harry's chest to the boy's belly button, "my God" he whispered, so soft, warm and ready for him. "Please" he heard the words escape Harry's mouth. Snape stopped, what the hell was he doing? Snape looked up at Harry's face, the boys eyes were half closed with lust, the smell of desire hung through the room. Harry's cheeks were flushed with the heat of the body pressed against him.

Snape dropped his hand placing one on either side of the boy. The boy was moaning, begging for more, to continue the exploration of his body. Snape hung his head letting his long hair dust the boy's stomach. He felt Harry reached up and grabs a hand full. No this was not right he was 35 and Potter was 15. There was a war going on, and if he gave himself so willingly, if he was to lose him, it was hard to think of it now. No, he could not take another loss.

Snape got up from the bed trying to unruffled himself, "no," he whispered, he walked back toward the door and fled down the hall.

Harry heard a door slam. Harry sat up, Snape was gone, what had happened? He looked at his own door slightly ajar. He shook his head, it was as if his mind was clouded, his senses were on overload. He could still taste Snape's mouth on him. The weight of the mans body upon him. Harry shut his eyes, parted his lips a little, he collapsed down on the bed. He could smell Snape scent on him, the lust, the mixture of sweat. Harry dragged his fingers lightly across his chest, letting the nail graze his nipple. He spasm, arching his back into his own touches. He trailed his hand further downward, the drawstring of his pajama bottom, it was already undone.

He let his fingers slip beneath the fabric, his breathing shallowed. His fingertips lightly brushed the tip of his erection. A whimper escaped the boy's parted lips. He grasped the pillow next to him and pulled it to his chest. The anticipation was too great. He dragged his fingers down the shaft, he engulfed himself with a soft jerking motion, pulling up his feet that had been dangling off the side of the bed. Small fluid movements, the tickle of pre-come escaped him, the moisture slicking his hand. Harry's movements became swifter, he was trying to be quiet. He wanted to scream with pleasure, to scream with desire, with need, with want so deep he could feel it in the curl of his toes, he wanted to scream Severus Snapes name. His completion came swiftly, he spasmed to orgasm.

Harry dropped his hand from his withering cock. He brought his hand to his lips, sweet, salty, metallic taste. He hugged the pillow to his chest, an curled up on his side. His eyes flickering lightly. He felt cold from the cooling dampness of sweat, yet he did not reach for a blanket. He tried to force his mind awake to think of Snape and his sudden departure. Harry thought perhaps, it was he, maybe Snape didn't find him appealing. Maybe it had just been a lustful impulse. He tried to think, but his mind, as was his body was tired and he easily drifted off to sleep.

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Snape stood in the doorway, watching the boy, he had wanted to explain his actions but he had meet this instead. The pleasure of those fingertips, he had been the recipient of those beautiful hands just a few short minutes ago. His body ached for the need, he thought of rushing forward, to drop to his knees, feeling his mouth on Harry Potters cock. To spread those legs, to feel Potter pulling his hair. Snape watched Harry's hand slip beneath the pant bottoms. Snape felt his own knees weaken, he clutched the doorway. He felt himself start to stir in the nether regions.

His arousal screamed for release. He watched the boys tongue jet forward, a shine appeared on the boys? lips. Snape whimpered, that mouth, he could think of nothing but of claiming that mouth. Snape could see it, him thrusting in and out of Harry's mouth spilling his seed down the boy's throat. Licking it from the corners of his mouth, his own taste. Snape brought himself to climax there in the doorway. His toes did not curl, he was not satisfied. He had to get out of here, he couldn't watch this any longer. He padded lightly back down the hall to his room.

He shimmied out of his clothes and crawled between the sheets. He willed himself to think of Remus, his love. To think of the touch of the man he had spent the last year with. To think of the love they had share. Was it too soon to move on to someone else? It had been a month since the death. He fought back tears that had come to his eyes, "no, I will not." he whispered "I won't". Snape curled up on his side he tried to sleep, to not think, but he could not make himself do so, not till the early hours of the day.

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