Warnings: Contains sadistic and cold Harry, a confused and useless Severus, and a Lord Voldemort that rules over Great Britain.

Disclaimer: I own none of this except whatever original stuff I can imbue into it.

Beta'd by Blackumbrage

Stockholm Syndrome: A phenomenon in which a hostage begins to identify with and grow sympathetic to his or her captor.

THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
by Nenya Entwhistle

Chapter 3

Doppelganger is Deceitful

"You have turned inquisitive in your old age," Potter remarked, his dead green eyes staring hard at where Severus was crouched down low in front of his Master.  Severus knew better than to try to rise before Potter allowed him too.  He had been hit with far too many Cruciatus curses not to have learned his lesson.  And he was willing to bet that Harry's Cruciatus was at least as powerful as Voldemort's in a temper.  He didn't even want to consider how badly that Unforgivable would be if Harry ever got angry.  "Haven't you, Snape?" 

"I do apologize for it," Severus responded, his body tensing because the tone of Potter's voice was a big sing-song-y and that spelled bad, bad news for him.  Whenever Harry's voice got like that, it meant terrible things would be done to his person.  Severus was afraid of that voice.  It seemed so strange for Harry's voice to be lilted in a high pitch when everything that echoed from him was lifeless.  It made Severus think of madness, but there was nothing mad about Harry. 

Severus sucked in his breath harshly when he felt Harry trail a cold finger down his cheek.  "Apologies mean nothing," Potter crooned.  "And everyone knows that curiosity is never satisfied until the questions have been answered, am I not correct?"

"You are correct." 

Potter laughed, a hollow and empty laugh that cracked through his ribcage and out of his throat.  "Let's see if I remember your questions.  You asked why I do not use you like the other masters use their pets?  In a sexual context?"  Severus nodded slowly with care, bracing himself for the Unforgivable that would hit him at any moment.  "Well, you see, Snape…" Potter hissed, his eyes narrowing, "look at me." 

Severus lifted his head and almost bit his tongue off when he saw that Harry was stripping for him.  As alarmed as he was, he had to admire the nicely muscled chest he was being treated to.  He had never made his sexual preferences a secret.  While it wasn't commonly known, it was certainly well known about the Death Eaters.  He was and would always be attracted to the male sex.  He couldn't even imagine fucking a woman.  It was… unthinkable. 

"Do you like what you see?" Potter queried in that strangely detached voice that Severus had gotten so used to.  "Do you, Snape?" 

"Yes," he answered hoarsely. 

Potter grinned, a cruel and malicious twisting of his lips that Severus felt a chill descend down to eat away at the fluttering erection that had formed at his groin.  It was abnormal for Harry to smile.  He never smiled.  He never had any expression on his face that wasn't cold indifference.  Something was very wrong.  Severus wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of this room, but he couldn't leave until Harry told him he could. 

"Voldemort does too," Potter stated, turning around and this time Severus couldn't help but gasp.  While the front part had been flawless bronze beauty, the back was riddled with scar over scar with Voldemort carved out with what had to be with a blunt knife crudely across Harry's right shoulder blade. 

He didn't know if he even wanted to see Harry's ass when the trousers started to fall off those slim hips.  Carefully his eyes descended lower and he saw that Harry's buttock were as lacerated as his back was.  And what should have been a pink puckered hole was a glaring red mess.  Obviously Harry had been fucked by a beast before he had arrived home… and there was no doubt who had ridden him like an animal.  Voldemort. 

It almost made the way that Harry had taken Hermione, tender.  Almost, not quite.  He had taken her roughly without her consent, but it hadn't been brutal… certainly he had left no scars to mar her flawless skin.  It was hard for Severus to school his features into a bland expression when Harry turned around and pulled his trousers up so that the root of his manhood was hidden, though the trail of dark curls that lead to his penis was not obscured as he had left the pants unzipped and unbutton. 

"Voldemort would never let you touch me," Potter said lightly.  "I am his."  There seemed to be some emotion appearing in his eyes, however brief and transitory that it was.  "If he even thought that you desired me, he would take you and rip off your genitals and torture you endlessly until you begged for death." 

Severus couldn't help but shudder.  While Harry was no less of a torturer than Voldemort, he didn't seem to quite derive the sadistic pleasure that the Dark Lord did.  It must be that he still had some humanity in him… something that kept him from becoming a mechanical monster.  If he was a monster, he wouldn't have been as kind as he could be when he felt like being kind.  There had to be some emotion in him, some inherent understanding for him to be as good of a legilimens as he had become. 

"Do you want to be a eunuch, Snape?" Potter murmured darkly as he moved to Severus so quickly that all Severus could do was back up into a wall.  There was a predatory gleam in those hunter green eyes that excited and troubled Severus.  "But before you lose your balls, we could have so much fun, you and I.  There are things I can do with my tongue," he licked his lips, "that will make you scream the night away.  And how would you like to feel my teeth scraping against your leaking head as my lubricated fingers stretch my hole just for you?" 

His cock strained against his trousers with an eagerness that belied Severus's mental dread.  There was something wrong with the way that Harry was being the rampant seductress.  While Severus had noticed there was nothing new about the scars, nothing raw--- that could just be because Voldemort somewhat healed them… healed them enough to scar after his sadistic sessions. 

"This is wrong," Severus croaked as he shifted his head away so that Potter's wet tongue only barely licked his face.  "This isn't the Harry Potter that I know." 

Potter laughed, and it was even worse than the first laugh.  It was almost maniac.  But then the sexual glint in Harry's eyes faded and he removed his body from pressing temptingly against Severus's.  What Severus noticed when Harry moved away was that even though he had been aroused, he had felt not a bit of hardness in Harry's crotch.  What had Voldemort done to Harry to rid Harry of all his sexual desires? 

"I told you, I am not Harry Potter anymore," Potter whispered harshly.  "Do you know what Voldemort calls me?  His fucktoy.  I am his lovely fucktoy and his great torture machine.  And you are Severus Snape, disloyal Death Eater and a Potions Master and… the only one that has never lied to me." 

"What?" 

"You are the only one that has never lied to me," Potter repeated calmly, all the earlier emotion disappearing like they had never existed in the first place.  "That is why I do not treat you like the other pets.  If you had lied to me, you would have been castrated and crucified with pain beyond what any living man would ever want to live through and I would make sure you lived through it." 

Severus gulped and despite knowing that he shouldn't ask, shouldn't ask because he would get punished for asking, he had to ask: "What did Albus do to you?" 

"Aw, yes," Potter murmured, "the fourth question… how did I turn so cold?" 

Severus bit his lip and nodded.  "Yes." 

Potter's hand trailed down Severus's chest until it reached the root of his manhood and his hand clamped down on it like a crab's claw.  Severus's eyes rolled back into his head as the burning pain ate away at his nerve endings.  The excruciating sensation almost made him miss what Harry was saying.  It was all he could do not to black out from the terrible torture.  And he wasn't even sure if he had caught it all, but what he had heard was enough…

"Curiosity will kill you, Snape," Potter murmured, "if I were Voldemort.  But I am only his fucktoy and preferred torturer, so no Avada Kedavra for you.  Are you not the luckiest disloyal sob out there?  Oh but no more on Voldemort and how blessed you were that I decided to take the only wizard that had not lied to me, and who did not know the truth of what Albus… your precious Albus did. 

"If you had known, would you have fallen with the rest into disenchantment?  I think so, but since you were not given the opportunity to betray me… I have taken the assumption that perhaps you would not."  Potter increased the pressure and continued to speak, "So what did Albus do?  What possibly could Albus do to poor Harry Potter to make him turn into the Death Eater?"  Potter's nails were starting to dig in.  "All Albus had to do was lock young Harry away after 5th year for the fear that he was becoming far too much like the Dark Lord he resembled so much, that he shared so much with.

"The Harry Potter that you knew after the OWLs was not me.  It was Sirius in a powerful mixture of polyjuice and glamours that made him resemble me in all but mind.  Did you know that Sirius did live?  Yes, my godfather was quite alive but also a bit not right in the head after the veil incident.  He could still function if he had guidance and Albus was and is a master of control.  Imperius was cast on Sirius and he turned into the model Harry that I had started not to become.  I grew angry and Albus grew to fear me, fear the power that I had as the Potter heir."

Potter withdrew his nails but the pressure remained the same and despite the pain, Severus was still not quite limp.  "I was locked away deep down in the heart of Hogwarts, for only the most powerful of magic… the magic of the wards could keep me bound and imprisoned.  I never saw the light anymore, my only company was darkness.  Maybe Albus was right in that eventually I would have turned to the dark, but I will say that if anything--- he pushed me to it faster than I would have gone on my own will.

"I forget how many years I was there, but I think it was at least 5 years.  For some reason, Albus thought it would be kind if he allowed me to see Sirius in my place and what good he was doing being the Golden Boy.  It was such a pity that I was looking into the mirror when Hermione discovered the truth.  I thought at first, finally I would be free, but Hermione liked the new Harry Potter that was her lover. 

"And so she believed all the lies that Albus fed to her.  She didn't even try to find me.  She didn't even tell Ron or the others.  She just assumed what Albus said was the entire truth, that I was dead but as the figurehead that someone had to take over.  Someone had to be or else all would be lost.  She didn't even bother to find out who it was that she was making love to as Harry Potter.  Did you know that?  Harry Potter was Hermione Granger's lover.  I do not think it was well known.  It was not well known at all." 

Potter released his grip and Severus slumped toward the ground all the energy drained from him.  "And she was his lover.  She was." 

Author's Note: This was a heady chapter to write.  Harry is quite exhausting in this.  I don't know how long this is going to be, but it's not going to be that long (I think around 10 chapters at most).  This is the definition of the Stockholm Syndrome b/c Severus is under Harry and Harry is under Voldemort and Dumbledore.  I also think this plot is quite unique.  Unfortunately, I don't know if this is going to have a satisfactory ending or not.  That all depends on… my mood.  Touché! 

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