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Chpt. 7
What country helps fish to swim?
(Finland)
- some stupid joke I read.
Voldemort's War.
Why the hell does he get two?
It's like some sex fiend who won't give up even though he was nearly set on death row for raping.
But even more frustrating than a sex fiend who won't quit, is a seventeen-year-old boy who doesn't know to stop staring. It tempts Black Onyx to walk around naked in order to get those eyes off his back.
However it's the wrong approach. After the boy is seventeen and probably spent a great deal of that hating the man who was now at his mercy. Besides the boy is most likely trying to figure out why he let Severus Snape (the man who killed Albus Dumbledore) live in his godfather's house (Sirius Black the man who liked to torture unfortunate Slytherins) while the whole of the Wizarding World is trying to find and kill him.
It's a lot to handle.
Though Severus Snape is not the type to hand out sympathies.
Definitely not the type.
In fact the last time he tried to hand out sympathies he ended up killing Albus Dumbledore. Which just goes to show you that Severus Snape is the last person you want to hand out sympathies.
Which is probably why it's a rare occurrence. So when the infamous Harry Potter comes back to Grimmauld Place hoping for some peace and quiet Snape lets him have it. But it is when the Brat comes to him and tries to converse that Snape gets impatient and throws the bedroom door into the insolent boy's face.
It probably earns him a penalty in the minds of the Brat. But does Severus Snape care?
NNOOOOOO…
Only when the boy when the boy blasts the door down and storms into the room daring to look into his ex- Professor's eyes, does Snape care.
"How dare you treat me like I'm a worm…" at this Severus Snape lifts an eyebrow "I could've killed you and been entirely justified. So you will treat me with respect. Because I'm not the one who fell to my knees offering myself to a crazy killer."
Snape narrows his eyes at the green-eyed adolescent.
"Potter, what would you have me do?" At this Black Onyx comes into play. Stepping into the boy's personal space.
"Would you have me at your feet the way that he does? Hmm… perhaps you would have me on my knees the way that your godfather did…" Black Onyx smirked at the boy's shock, "You wouldn't know about that would you? No, such stories aren't for the ears of the young and naïve… but here let me show you something that I learned while I was incarcerated by the Dark Lord…"
Black Onyx takes the foolish boy's chin in his hands and brutally smashes their mouths together. It's rough and not at all what a kiss should be. The tongue that plunges into the mouth is just as ruthless. It is the kiss of whores, thieves and scoundrels. The boy is too shocked to do anything about it.
When Black Onyx releases him. He smirks.
"You might want to be careful around me… because the Dark Lord taught me to properly fuel hate. Your Godfather taught me what Hate can become…"
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There are certain times in the dark and dreary night that Severus Snape actually wishes that someone were around so that he could tell that person his tales. The way that The Old Fool used to tell him his tales. Over tea that was too sweet and lemon drops that Severus Snape always secretly liked but would never think to tell anyone.
There are a lot of tales… like when he was 9 yrs old and his father brought him a broom and told him to learn to ride. Falling down and hurting oneself wasn't bad enough, but his cousin from his mother's family came out to see him.
Or the time that his father took him to go picking mushrooms only to be drunk the entire time and shot Severus in the foot. His mother was hysterical even after his father dutifully pointed out that she could just use magic to heal it.
There are the times that were more horrendous than what his father could produce.
But the biggest one has to be the one with Sirius Bloody Black…
When they were seventeen two years after the werewolf incident. Black somehow getting a hold of FireWhiskey and deciding to punish Snape.
Punishment. That's what Severus Snape has always thought of it. Not rape, which is what it, truly was.
Punishment is what the 'Crucio' is.
Perhaps that's why Severus Snape hates everything because he can't find anything to trust.
Well, he did with the Old Fool… but that's beyond the point.
The points not being clear enough to speculate anymore.
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There are several things wrong with the scene when he walks into the kitchen.
One, there are several people sitting around the table.
Two, they are all staring at him.
Three, Draco is one of them.
Four, there's a Pensieve sitting on the table.
FUCKIN' POTTER! Is the only thing that Snape can think.
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Severus Snape doesn't like the way that Potter points the tip of his wand to Snapes' temple. He definitely doesn't care for the cold touch of the wand. The silver strands that come out. It leaves a sort of empty feeling in his head.
The way it swirls in the damned bowl pisses Severus Snape off. Usually it would remind him that he needs to make some potions, but seeing as how he can't see himself making any potions in the future Snape scowls darkly at the sickly colour.
He also hates the faces that pop up in the Pensieve. Dumbledore, his father, Voldemort, his own ten-year-old self.
When all of them, Draco included, put the tips of their wands into the Pensieve and lose all sense of their surroundings, Severus Snape takes the time to kick Potter hard in the shin.
It's only Severus Snape among these zombies for five minutes until the clock strikes noon and Snape gets up to go back to cleaning.
After what might have been an hour of scrubbing he looks up to see Potter and Draco staring at him with the utmost saddest faces on.
He scowls at both of them. Going to back to getting rid of stains in the carpet.
It bothers him that people know certain things of his life. Other than the Old Fool that is.
A sudden fear seizes him.
Did they see me throw myself at HIM?
Dumbledore?
No, Santa Claus. Of course Dumbledore!
Probably.
FUCK!
His hand hurts and he thinks his nails broke the fabric in the cloth.
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Potter is sitting on the foot of his bed. Staring steadily at Snape. It's unnerving and the only thought that processes through is 'Sod Off!'
"You can do it back to me."
"And what is that Potter?"
"What Sirius did to you." At this the boy earns a sneer.
"Raping a minor? Excuse me, but even I have principles."
"You're a Death Eater."
"Get out."
"No."
"I will not touch you!"
"Fuck me."
"You… you…little…" Potter's too close for comfort. The black hair is all over the place highlighting the green eyes.
"I don't want to die a virgin. And you would like to exact revenge. I want to help you with your problem and you can help me with mine."
"I will not statutory rape someone twenty years my junior--"
"Nineteen."
"Twenty years my junior. Who happens to be the son of a school nemesis--"
"Godson."
"I hated your father too."
"Oh."
"You already knew that!"
"You're digressing."
"Don't patronize me!"
"Take me to bed."
"NO!"
Potter stands up from the bed so that he's right in front of Snape. The slender arms around the bony body pressing his body with brute force.
"I seen your memories Snape, you used sex as a way to defeat the human emotions you had. The fact that you lost your virginity to rape from Sirius didn't seem to stop you using your body to keep the Dark Lord from killing children. I have seen that memory too. I watched what your father did to your mother."
"So what you're saying is that you want to use sex to harden yourself too." Snape breathes this into Potter's ear. Feeling the slender body tremble.
"Yes."
"Then who am I to deny such a willing sacrifice?"
"I'm not a piece of meat."
Snape brushes the boy's hair from his ear and breaths in "No, you're just a stupid boy."
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The boy is on the bed. With the black hair spilled on to the pillow.
He needs a haircut.
Careful. I might get ideas.
Snape instructed him to open his bare legs and allow his hole to be visible for him. The boy's very prominent erection weeping. The chest breathing deeply and shallow breathes being taken by those lips.
It's suppose to be just sex. Not pleasure. Of course the fact that if he hurts the boy, Potter being much stronger than he, and he ends up impaled on a stake does make him want this to be somewhat pleasurable.
He takes Potter's wand in his hand and points it to the boy's body. There's no flinch and the aroused boy is not at all alarmed. He waves the wand for a spell that he knew well enough 16 years ago.
The soft intake of air is not hard to miss. When the lubricant is in there Severus Snape uses his fingers to find the prostate gland. When the body arches its back and moans deeply Snape knows he's found his mark.
Positioning himself he thrusts in without further ado. Not bothering to adjust Snape plummets the boy.
After all this is to make the boy stronger.
After a while Severus chances a look at the boy underneath him.
The eyes just stare behind the glasses that Snape insists he wear.
Grabbing the hip and leg Snape adjusts and smashes into the boy. When he hits the prostate gland the boy lets out a high pitch scream and comes while still trying to impale himself on Snape.
When all is done, Snape still hold the leg and stares at the green eyes that dare to stare back.
He tries to use Leglimacy, but the boy is stronger now.
Sex to Severus Snape is just sex. And he tells this insolent boy that while the semen dries around his hand.
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A/n: I'm sorry for the last scene. It's not very good.