Oi! I got two emails in one day making me feel guilty for never updating this. I've been sitting on this chapter for weeks for no real reason. Well there is a reason, it's because I don't feel like rereading the chapter to get the spelling errors under control. So I'll post spelling and sentence structures be damned.

A little violence in this chapter and character death.

Godrics Hollow

Chapter 13

By Tracev/WittchWay

Lucius Malfoy's head slammed back into the cold stone wall. The sound of his skull shattering in fragments ricocheted through the room, blood stained the wall. Severus Snape stood over the man, watching the blood seep from the head wound he had just inflicted. Lucius gave a half attempt fumble for his wand, his eyes flickered and he slumped to the ground. He was still alive but barely. Severus stood still, watching the tremble of Lucius's hand, he himself took a step back against the opposite wall panting heavily. What the hell was he doing?

Foot steps echoed above, shouts, orders. Snape listened a moment to his fellow death eaters above in the main castle as they prepared for tonight's endeavor. Snape watched the boy who lived struggle to find a comfortable position. He looked again at Lucius Malfoy sprawled on the stone floor, then back to the boy, whose emerald eyes watched him needy. He smirked.

"Prof…es`sor?" Harry whispered.

He half knelt, returning to Harry, he caught a glimpse of skin, of a bare stomach, of a thigh filled with bite marks. "Damn it" he muttered, "you're getting me in trouble now Potter. Come on", he yanked at the boys robes, "we've got to get out of here." Snape pulled on his arm as Harry struggled to sit up, a dizzy spell hit the young wizard, he held his head from the blood rush. Snape frowned, "just sit a moment". Snape helped him sit up against the dungeon wall.

Harry slumped back, shutting his eyes. Snape knelt next to him, watching as he face relaxed. His eyes darted over the boy's body. Snape fluttered a hand over the exposed skin, the skin was so pretty, warm, he dropped back to rest on the heels of his feet, reaching out to touch the milky white skin, so young. He had to taste, sugar, yes it would taste like sugar. Soft. He stopped.

Snape watched Harry's eyes flutter lightly. He felt like a child again who was about to be caught doing something he shouldn't. He was beyond caring at this point. He sighed heavily, there really was no sense denying it now, he had sealed his fate when he came to Voldemorts castle uninvited. He hadn't been somunds by Voldemort, he hadn't even tried faking that he had come bearing news, he wasn't part of any early preparation for tonight, no, instead he had come straight to the dungeons. He hadn't even hid his prescene and once Lucius was found bloodied and wounded and Harry Potter missing, he was as good as dead. Snape sighed.

He had thrown years of spying down the drain for Potter.

He reached out a hand to stroke the raven head of hair but stopped, dropping his hand back to his side. Potter stirred again, "Profe...Snape," The boy turned to his side. Legs apart, blood pouring from a wound on his neck, scratches on his arm and cheek. A strangled cough escaped the boy. Snape reached a hand out to recover a bare shoulder. He let his hand linger for a moment, staring at that pale skin, perfection. With a trembling hand he brushed a touch across the bare skin. The bony shoulder, the curve up to his neck, the small tinge of pink that was slowly creeping across the boy's body. Harry's eyes never leaving him.

The boys breathing shifted, he looked down to those emerald eyes watching him.

"Professor...?"

Snape did not say a word, in one quick movement he slide the boy onto his lap. A gesture that caused a ricotche of pain to radiate through Harry's bruised body. A whimper rose but Harry was beyond caring, His shoulder and half his chest melted against Snape's. The older mans hand flew up to the raven head of hair resting on his shoulder, he rested his own head on Harry's, shutting his eyes.

Snape thought of that moment when they had been back in Harry's bedroom at Hogwarts. He had tasted his temptation then, and if he could taste it now. He slides his hand up Harry's back, stroking softly. He pressed his lips to the shoulder, it was warm, soft. He tasted of the dungeon, fresh air. He could swear the boy was purring.

Professor Snape parted his lips, letting his tongue to take part in his new discovery. He sucked at the tender skin, dragging his tongue to the waiting neck, Harry arched his neck back welcoming the other mans advance. Eyes half laden with desire, Harry leaned back into his potions professor as the professor slide his hand around the boys back pulling him toward him more so. A sigh escaped the boy.

Lost in the moment of touch, exploration and each other neither were aware of the other man who stirred in the cell.

"Wanted him for yourself...Severus" came the ragged voice of Lucius Malfoy, a half smirk creased his blood stained face. Lucius pulled himself to his knees, clutching the dungeon wall.

"You use to like to play this game, Severus" Lucius hissed, "used to like to share." He had a handkerchief to his head, his wand pulled, blood on the tip, a healing spell. Severus eyed the man. He cradled one wrist, the blood drizzled down his neck, he flinched with odd intervals of pain.

"Always liked the little boys...didn't you Sev. Huh? Potter is a pretty boy...could have just told me you wanted him?" his voice was chopped with pain.

Lucius finished pulling himself to his feet, losing balance and collided with the wall. He gripped it before attempting to stumble threw the door. Snape stood suddenly blocking the door, dropping Harry to the floor.

Lucius raised his eyes to meet his fellow death Eater, "the only thing you could say to me now is an invitation to join you Snape, otherwise let me pass." He whispered.

Snape cocked his head to one side, his eyes glazing over his once friend, once partner in crime. "I can't Luc." Snape whispered taking a step forward making clear his intentions.

"Our betrayer." Lucius chuckled "should have known, you working at that school would soften you...weaken you" Snape held his wand higher, there would be no niceties with him, no duel to the death only one quick movement, rising his wand "Adava Kadavera", he whispered. This would surely bring the whole of the Death Eaters to them, they had to escape.

Harry whimpered as Lucius fell to the floor. Snape tapped his wand against the wall slightly.

Severus hauled Harry to his feet in a hurry. Harry stumbled as Snape went back to Lucius yanking his wand from the dead mans hand. Harry rested his head against the wall, watching as Snape padded down Malfoy. Harry looked down at his hands they were scratched and bleeding. He must have put up a fight, though he couldn't remember doing so. He tried to think back to how he had gotten here. He remembered being at Hogwarts, he remember standing in front of the statue, then being at a small cottage, someone had been asking him questions, the questions…. He tried to think back what had the questions been? …. Frustrated he couldn't remember.

Harry clung to the wall grasping the jagged rocks he pushed his cheek against the cold stone wall, it felt good. He was a little wobbly on his feet. Holding onto the wall he dragged himself around the room to the exit. Snape came up behind him, trying to help him, he tripped over his feet. His mind was hazy but returned repeatedly back to the school.

Again he thought back to the statue, he had been standing there. Trying to decide if he should go to town or not. The cry of stupify, yes he had heard that, it had been weak as if the person who had cast it didn't really want to. He could feel them take the vile from around his neck then leave.

Harry stopped in the dungeon, looking up the dark hall was lined with more cells. He could feel heavy magic spark around him locking in the prisoners.

"Who brought me here?" he muttered. Snape who had kept walking stopped turning back to Harry, "what?"

"Weasley is the one who brought me here."

Snape furrowed his brow, "Yeah." he tutted with impatience, "Ron Weasley" he growled, "brought you here, remember he betrayed you, became a death eater. Lives in Slytherin tower now with Draco Malfoy."

Harry took a step forward, he thought a moment, Ron, right, his once best friend, that would be the reasonable choice, he remembered that now, he was a recent death eater, betrayer. But the form had been wrong, Ron was tall and lanky. The man who had brought him here was shorter stockier… Harry stated his words slowly but with confidence, "I… think… it was Charlie Weasley…"

TBC

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