Friendship and Beyond 15/?
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
And the Sky Fell Down Upon Him
"Meaning exactly what, Mister Potter?" Snape asked mockingly, somewhat surprised to hear Gryffindor's golden boy speak so cynically. "What would an arrogant celebrity like yourself know of necessity? You who have been handed fame on a silver platter, and bask in its glow."
Expecting a defiant rejoinder which he could take house points for; Snape was surprised when Potter merely gazed at him in a defeated fashion before slumping in his seat.
"I should have known better." Harry mumbled tiredly, absent-mindedly rubbing the scar on his forehead in a telling gesture of unease. "This is the last time I listen to Ron and Hermione's advice."
"What are you babbling about now, Potter?" Snape asked, although he heard perfectly well what Potter was saying.
"This was a mistake." Harry repeated himself, this time speaking so that Snape could hear him. Harry rose wearily from the chair so that he was looking down at his professor. He couldn't help but to be discouraged. "I am sorry for wasting your time."
Just as Harry was turning to exit the room Snape moved to intercept him in a flurry of movements that would attest to some of his supposedly vampire-like reflexes. Snape hastily grabbed Harry's right shoulder in an attempt to keep his fleeing student from reaching the door.
"And just where do you think you are going, boy?" Snape asked in his most intimidating voice.
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[Flashback]
"And just where do you think you are going, boy?" Voldemort hissed menacingly at Harry, as he tried to squirm away from the Dark Lord's bruising grip. Although Harry was still bound to the ceiling and was near catatonia he still reflexively flinched when Voldemort's acrid breath came near him. Harry was staring unseeing at the opposite wall, aimlessly counting the stains on the tapestry. He ignored the pain his abused body was in, after the repeated rape that had followed. He now had more bruises that he could feasibly count and was barely keeping a hold of his sanity.
When Harry didn't answer quickly enough to the Dark Lord's liking he slapped Harry across the face, causing his head to snap back and blood to flow from his nose. When Voldemort came closer to him again Harry couldn't stop the pained whimper that escaped his throat. As Harry continued to ignore the punishment Voldemort was visiting upon his ravaged body, he could vaguely hear murmurs at the edge of his fuzzy hearing.
Suddenly just when Harry was about to loose consciousness for the second time in as many hours, the binding that had held him in place for the last four and a half hours was released, leaving Harry to sprawl bonelessly to the floor. His head hit the stone with a sickening thud, which only caused Voldemort to laugh at his continued suffering. Harry was so immersed in his subconscious that he was unaware of his surroundings and was only dragged out of the safety in his own mind when he heard a woman's anguished screaming. Gradually he recognized it as belonging to Hermione and he slowly turned his head in her direction.
Her body was arched in an unnatural position as Wormtail put her under the cruciatus curse, causing the agony-filled scream that drew Harry's reluctant focus. It was because of this that Harry gradually remembered his plan of escape. Slowly and excruciatingly he crawled his way between Voldemort and his death eaters and his two battered friends.
"Now now, there will be none of that." Voldemort crowed humorously, looking delighted at the picture the three Gryffindors made broken on the floor at his mercy. He casually kicked Harry in the ribs causing the injured boy to collapse on the floor in pain. When Harry turned over to look up at the dark wizard, Voldemort was expecting to see a defeated look in the boy's eyes, or perhaps a hint of insanity. He was therefore shocked to find 'the boy who lived' glaring defiantly at him, eyes flashing murderously.
"Bugger off!" Potter growled ferociously pointing a trembling hand in his direction. Before Voldemort could reply he was hit with an astoundingly bright and painful blast of pure unfiltered magical energy, causing him to crash into the opposite wall with a resounding crack before collapsing unconscious to the floor. A few death eaters rushed to their lord's side while the remaining minions closed rank around the three battered teens, gazing cautiously at Harry Potter.
Harry kept his fury wrapped around him like a cloak, using the last of his strength to incapacitate the remaining death eaters. As they howled in pain, Harry crawled towards Ron and Hermione, who were attempting to stand on rather shaky legs. Since they were in better shape then he was he called out to them hurriedly before the death eaters regrouped.
"Touch my tattoo." Harry ordered hoarsely dragging himself closer to his friends. They obeyed him without thought and just as a stunning curse was hurled their way, the trio disappeared in a flash of white light.
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Although Snape wasn't one for casual touches under normal circumstances, he was deeply surprised by Harry's reaction to his touch. Before Snape could utter a word, the arm he held was hastily pulled from his grasp with a startled gasp from its owner. Potter backed himself against the nearest wall with an expression of utter terror on his previously impassive face. He was looking around the room in a panic as though looking for an exit, although with vaguely unseeing eyes.
"Potter!" Snape called worriedly, temporarily forgetting his dislike of the brat. "Come on Potter, don't do this to me."
Snape gently shook Harry by the shoulders in an attempt to get his attention, ignoring the whimpering coming from the boy's mouth. Potter was trying in vain to curl in on himself in protection from his invisible attackers.
"Snap out of this, Potter, or I will take a hundred points from Gryffindor." Snape sneered trying to get a reaction from the shaking boy. Forgetting himself momentarily in the turmoil. Although Potter had stilled under his touch somewhat the boy was still staring through him as if he didn't exist. Snape was beginning to panic, although he would never admit that fact to anyone, under pain of death. "You are stronger than this Harry, now come back to me."
This last was said softly, in a vaguely pleading tone of voice, followed by a soft caress to the boy's messy hair. When Harry stopped whimpering and actually seemed to move toward the caress, Snape continued gently running his hands through the distraught boy's hair while coaxing Harry to awareness in the same comforting voice.
Gradually Harry became aware of his surroundings again, and was startled to find himself in such close proximity with his professor. His mind was a blank for a moment as he tried to catch up with recent events, not remembering what had happened. Suddenly the flashback came back to Harry vividly and the same pained moan he had been emitting earlier escaped again. Before he could have a full-blown panic attack however, Snape began to murmur to him thereby keeping his attention on the here and now. After a few minutes of this, Harry began to feel more like himself, and even managed to move from his crouched position at the wall.
As Snape became aware of Potter's return to coherence he stepped back from the wizard and quickly elongated the space between them.
"I trust that there will be no further drama for the night?" Snape sneered half-heartedly raising an eyebrow mockingly. Harry blushed crimson in embarrassment before answering the question haltingly
"I'm sorry, professor."
"You might as well sit back down Potter. This promises to be a very long night." Snape sighed tiredly, watching his fidgeting student take his previously vacated seat with reluctance.
Snape got out his tea service before sitting at Harry's right and quietly served his student tea, laced with a slight calming draught. After they had both finished the tea in silence Snape gazed at Harry through steepled fingers, trying to think of how to start a conversation with a person he had previously loathed.
"Well Potter, care to tell me what the bloody hell Voldemort did to you to cause you to react that way?" Snape asked suddenly and straight to the point. Well, Snape had never been particularly subtle, and felt no need to start this late in his life. He watched his student with amusement as Harry's jaw dropped in surprise, before closing with a snap. When Potter made no move to answer Snape began to impatiently tap his finger on the arm of his chair. "I am waiting Mister Potter, and I do not have all night, contrary to popular opinion."
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
And the Sky Fell Down Upon Him
"Meaning exactly what, Mister Potter?" Snape asked mockingly, somewhat surprised to hear Gryffindor's golden boy speak so cynically. "What would an arrogant celebrity like yourself know of necessity? You who have been handed fame on a silver platter, and bask in its glow."
Expecting a defiant rejoinder which he could take house points for; Snape was surprised when Potter merely gazed at him in a defeated fashion before slumping in his seat.
"I should have known better." Harry mumbled tiredly, absent-mindedly rubbing the scar on his forehead in a telling gesture of unease. "This is the last time I listen to Ron and Hermione's advice."
"What are you babbling about now, Potter?" Snape asked, although he heard perfectly well what Potter was saying.
"This was a mistake." Harry repeated himself, this time speaking so that Snape could hear him. Harry rose wearily from the chair so that he was looking down at his professor. He couldn't help but to be discouraged. "I am sorry for wasting your time."
Just as Harry was turning to exit the room Snape moved to intercept him in a flurry of movements that would attest to some of his supposedly vampire-like reflexes. Snape hastily grabbed Harry's right shoulder in an attempt to keep his fleeing student from reaching the door.
"And just where do you think you are going, boy?" Snape asked in his most intimidating voice.
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[Flashback]
"And just where do you think you are going, boy?" Voldemort hissed menacingly at Harry, as he tried to squirm away from the Dark Lord's bruising grip. Although Harry was still bound to the ceiling and was near catatonia he still reflexively flinched when Voldemort's acrid breath came near him. Harry was staring unseeing at the opposite wall, aimlessly counting the stains on the tapestry. He ignored the pain his abused body was in, after the repeated rape that had followed. He now had more bruises that he could feasibly count and was barely keeping a hold of his sanity.
When Harry didn't answer quickly enough to the Dark Lord's liking he slapped Harry across the face, causing his head to snap back and blood to flow from his nose. When Voldemort came closer to him again Harry couldn't stop the pained whimper that escaped his throat. As Harry continued to ignore the punishment Voldemort was visiting upon his ravaged body, he could vaguely hear murmurs at the edge of his fuzzy hearing.
Suddenly just when Harry was about to loose consciousness for the second time in as many hours, the binding that had held him in place for the last four and a half hours was released, leaving Harry to sprawl bonelessly to the floor. His head hit the stone with a sickening thud, which only caused Voldemort to laugh at his continued suffering. Harry was so immersed in his subconscious that he was unaware of his surroundings and was only dragged out of the safety in his own mind when he heard a woman's anguished screaming. Gradually he recognized it as belonging to Hermione and he slowly turned his head in her direction.
Her body was arched in an unnatural position as Wormtail put her under the cruciatus curse, causing the agony-filled scream that drew Harry's reluctant focus. It was because of this that Harry gradually remembered his plan of escape. Slowly and excruciatingly he crawled his way between Voldemort and his death eaters and his two battered friends.
"Now now, there will be none of that." Voldemort crowed humorously, looking delighted at the picture the three Gryffindors made broken on the floor at his mercy. He casually kicked Harry in the ribs causing the injured boy to collapse on the floor in pain. When Harry turned over to look up at the dark wizard, Voldemort was expecting to see a defeated look in the boy's eyes, or perhaps a hint of insanity. He was therefore shocked to find 'the boy who lived' glaring defiantly at him, eyes flashing murderously.
"Bugger off!" Potter growled ferociously pointing a trembling hand in his direction. Before Voldemort could reply he was hit with an astoundingly bright and painful blast of pure unfiltered magical energy, causing him to crash into the opposite wall with a resounding crack before collapsing unconscious to the floor. A few death eaters rushed to their lord's side while the remaining minions closed rank around the three battered teens, gazing cautiously at Harry Potter.
Harry kept his fury wrapped around him like a cloak, using the last of his strength to incapacitate the remaining death eaters. As they howled in pain, Harry crawled towards Ron and Hermione, who were attempting to stand on rather shaky legs. Since they were in better shape then he was he called out to them hurriedly before the death eaters regrouped.
"Touch my tattoo." Harry ordered hoarsely dragging himself closer to his friends. They obeyed him without thought and just as a stunning curse was hurled their way, the trio disappeared in a flash of white light.
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Although Snape wasn't one for casual touches under normal circumstances, he was deeply surprised by Harry's reaction to his touch. Before Snape could utter a word, the arm he held was hastily pulled from his grasp with a startled gasp from its owner. Potter backed himself against the nearest wall with an expression of utter terror on his previously impassive face. He was looking around the room in a panic as though looking for an exit, although with vaguely unseeing eyes.
"Potter!" Snape called worriedly, temporarily forgetting his dislike of the brat. "Come on Potter, don't do this to me."
Snape gently shook Harry by the shoulders in an attempt to get his attention, ignoring the whimpering coming from the boy's mouth. Potter was trying in vain to curl in on himself in protection from his invisible attackers.
"Snap out of this, Potter, or I will take a hundred points from Gryffindor." Snape sneered trying to get a reaction from the shaking boy. Forgetting himself momentarily in the turmoil. Although Potter had stilled under his touch somewhat the boy was still staring through him as if he didn't exist. Snape was beginning to panic, although he would never admit that fact to anyone, under pain of death. "You are stronger than this Harry, now come back to me."
This last was said softly, in a vaguely pleading tone of voice, followed by a soft caress to the boy's messy hair. When Harry stopped whimpering and actually seemed to move toward the caress, Snape continued gently running his hands through the distraught boy's hair while coaxing Harry to awareness in the same comforting voice.
Gradually Harry became aware of his surroundings again, and was startled to find himself in such close proximity with his professor. His mind was a blank for a moment as he tried to catch up with recent events, not remembering what had happened. Suddenly the flashback came back to Harry vividly and the same pained moan he had been emitting earlier escaped again. Before he could have a full-blown panic attack however, Snape began to murmur to him thereby keeping his attention on the here and now. After a few minutes of this, Harry began to feel more like himself, and even managed to move from his crouched position at the wall.
As Snape became aware of Potter's return to coherence he stepped back from the wizard and quickly elongated the space between them.
"I trust that there will be no further drama for the night?" Snape sneered half-heartedly raising an eyebrow mockingly. Harry blushed crimson in embarrassment before answering the question haltingly
"I'm sorry, professor."
"You might as well sit back down Potter. This promises to be a very long night." Snape sighed tiredly, watching his fidgeting student take his previously vacated seat with reluctance.
Snape got out his tea service before sitting at Harry's right and quietly served his student tea, laced with a slight calming draught. After they had both finished the tea in silence Snape gazed at Harry through steepled fingers, trying to think of how to start a conversation with a person he had previously loathed.
"Well Potter, care to tell me what the bloody hell Voldemort did to you to cause you to react that way?" Snape asked suddenly and straight to the point. Well, Snape had never been particularly subtle, and felt no need to start this late in his life. He watched his student with amusement as Harry's jaw dropped in surprise, before closing with a snap. When Potter made no move to answer Snape began to impatiently tap his finger on the arm of his chair. "I am waiting Mister Potter, and I do not have all night, contrary to popular opinion."
