Harry dashed through the darkness, no longer caring about anything except for hunting down the coward who just murdered the greatest wizard of all time. How could Snape do such a thing? Dumbledore trusted him! How could he betray him so willingly, so easily?
Harry barely sensed his surroundings, hardly feeling the assault of branches as they dug into every displayed vestige of his flesh, as though he were on offer to whichever branch felt the hungriest.
He didn't care about the cuts he was receiving, nor did he care aching on the soles of his feet or the exhaustion his body exuded after being at the mercy of the cruciatus curse.
No.
All he wanted in that moment was revenge.
Dumbledore had been so weak, so vulnerable, how dare Snape take such blatant advantage of the situation.
That is what he found truly despicable.
The young wizard's feet continued to ache with every step as he surged toward his target who was now a mere silhouette upon the horizon. He had to keep up, he had to catch Snape, he had to kill him, if for no other reason than to avenge Dumbledore.
He could not allow the great wizard to die in vain.
Harry gritted his teeth as he forced his body forward, the vague moonlight seemed to have abandoned him as he ventured deeper into the forest until he could barely make out his hand in front of his face.
Still, this darkness was nothing compared to the complete blackness that was soon to engulf him.
He glanced up, only to realise in that moment that the silhouette had vanished from his view. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as his eyes darted through the forest in a panic, though he did his best not to let the fear rise onto his face.
He had to stay angry, he had to stay focused.
He had a job to do, one he had to complete right now or else have to live with the guilt of failing.
It was only in that moment he saw a flash of red light from the corner of his eye.
It was too late.
Harry felt the stupefy spell he himself had cast so many times before, strike him in the chest. Harry's eyes closed as he felt his body fall until it struck the solid earth beneath him.
*~.~*
"Mr Potter." A painfully familiar, flat drawl greeted Harry's ears as he attempted to pry his eyes open.
Damn it.
Snape?
No.
This couldn't be happening.
Harry now forced his eyes open, no part of him wanted to confirm what he had already suspected, yet despite this, he still felt compelled to know.
The young wizard's eyes scanned the room, it was unfamiliar, yet cluttered with an assortment of books as a hazy orange glow emanate through the room from a nearby lamp.
Harry's eyes continued to survey the room, it appeared to be occupied solely by himself and Snape.
There was no one else.
This fact brought both comfort and trepidation to Harry's heart as he struggled to sit up. It was only in that moment that realised that his wrists were handcuffed to the headboard of the bed.
Damn it.
Harry gritted his teeth as a mixture of frustration and panic clutched suddenly at his heart.
"Perhaps you failed to notice Mr Potter," Snape began, seeming to already know the questions lurking on the younger wizard's lips.
"Failed to notice what?" Harry almost spat, his arms flailing frantically at the cuffs that bound his aching wrist.
He was no stranger to being held against his will, he'd had the best years of his life forfeited at the hands of his so-called family.
Yet, he would still choose to be imprisoned at number four Privet drive over being trapped here.
But why?
Why had Snape chosen to do this to him?
He had every opportunity to kill him, like he had Dumbledore. Yet here he was, still alive.
"The Headmaster was unwell." Snape carried on,gently tapping the tip of his wand against the palm of his hand.
"Yes I could tell that for myself thanks!" Harry all but spat as he no longer bothered to even attempt to restrain himself.
Snape remained still, his eyes fixated upon the younger wizard
"Like so many other things Potter, you fail to understand what I am saying." Snape drawled coldly as he began to pace slowly towards the younger man.
Harry screwed up his face, the frustration building inside him until he was sure he would no longer be able to contain it.
He opened his mouth to speak, yet his lips were silenced by a surprisingly soft finger as it danced gently over them.
Harry presumed he would find this act even more irritating than anything thus far, yet with it, he felt his muscles slacken as the tension seeped from his body.
Snape reached towards the bedside cabinet, wasting no time as he wrapped his fingers around a small potion bottle. Harry eyed it carefully, not having been aware of its presence until Snape had unwittingly drawn his attention to it.
"Drink this." The professor commanded as he thrust the bottle inches from Harry's mouth
"What is it?" Harry forced the words from his lips, as he eyed the murky green fluid suspiciously. He had wanted his voice to hold resolve, sound strong, confident, bordering upon aggressive, yet it came out as nothing but feeble.
But why?
"Do what I say Potter, you never were very good at following instructions." Snape's eyes fell upon the boy's as an amused smirk taunted his lips.
Harry should have known better, of course Snape wouldn't reveal to him the contents of the potion's bottle. His eyes remained locked with his old potions professor's, he didn't need to ask to know that the man was thinking back to all those dreaded, seemingly endless potions classes.
"Drink." Snape stated flatly once more, his voice adopting a slight edge to it as his impatience was becoming unmistakeable.
Harry supposed he had little choice, if he didn't willingly consume the potion, then he was sure Snape would force it down his throat.
"Fine." Harry spat with more resolve than he had anticipated.
"Good." Snape offered the boy a smile, one that Harry hadn't ever seen plastered upon his lips before. It seemed almost... genuine.
The young wizard encircled the opening of the bottle with his lips before swallowing its contents.
Snape placed the bottle back down as Harry ran his tongue over the lingering potion on his lips. It had tasted more pleasant than he had anticipated, he almost found himself desiring more.
"Dumbledore had been ill for a while, or had you not noticed his blackened hand?" Snape raised an eyebrow at Harry, as though expecting him to admit that he hadn't noticed.
"Of course I had!" The young wizard spat indignantly, as though suddenly remembering the event that had led to him being here. He struggled once more against his restraints but it was destined to be useless.
"It was the result of a curse, a very dark curse. One that was slowly killing him."
Harry opened his mouth to speak, yet words evaded him, prompting Snape to continue.
"Yes, Dumbledore asked me to spare him such a drawn out death, while at the same time also sparring Draco the chore of having to do it himself, such as the Dark Lord had ordered him to."
Harry's mouth hung open further still, there were so many questions he suddenly wished to ask, yet something strange was suddenly happening to his body. The young wizard felt a sudden heat rise in his cheeks, the sensation soon cascading through the rest of his body as though it were a waterfall. He felt lighter, as though the anger he had felt only moments earlier had been vanquished from his body. Everything began to make sense now, yet at the same time, the jigsaw pieces of his life seemed more distorted than he ever could have imagined.
What was happening to him?
He would perhaps be more concerned if he felt an emotion other than euphoria coursing through his veins.
"What's wrong Potter?" Snape smirked as he leaned in closer towards the younger wizard.
"N-nothing," Harry stuttered, knowing that attempting to evade the professor's proximity was futile, yet by the same token, he also hardly felt compelled to move away.
"Are you feeling a bit warm? Hot perhaps?" Snape raised an eyebrow, yet an amused glint in his eye told Harry that he already knew the answer.
Harry wanted nothing more than to narrow his eyes at the man, yet his eyelids felt so heavy already that he doubted he would be able to open them again should he even attempt such a thing.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance." The smirk on Snape's lips seemed to grow as he slid his fingers down Harry's top before drawing it up to reveal the young wizard's chest.
Harry had wondered why Snape had wanted him alone, away from the prying eyes of all the other death eaters, yet an image was now starting to form in the young wizard's mind.
Did Snape want to be… intimate with him?
Harry's eyes widened at his own thought, an act which didn't go unnoticed by the wizard before him.
"Yes Mr Potter, I do wish to spend some time with you."
Harry made no effort to disguise the shock etched into his features.
"What? Surprised to hear me say it?" Snape raised an eyebrow, yet his facial expression remained stern and difficult to interpret.
"B-but, why?"
"Because believe it or not Mr Potter, I find you attractive." Snape stated, yet for a moment his gaze veered away from Harry to land briefly upon the spent potion bottle.
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, surely he hadn't heard his old potions professor correctly.
"Yes Mr Potter, you heard me correctly." Snape almost sighed as he continued to gaze down at the younger wizard.
Harry's jaw fell open at the words, yet he seemed incapable of summoning any of his own.
"And no, I am not attempting to mess around with your head." Snape added as he seemed to effortlessly read the young wizard's expression.
"Why now?"
"Surely you could figure that one out for yourself Mr Potter, even you are not that dense."
"What do you mean?" Harry whimpered, choosing to ignore the man's backhanded compliment, though he suspected he already knew the answer.
"The perfect opportunity presented itself this evening of course."
Harry felt his breath draw shallower as he struggled to comprehend what he was hearing, yet despite this, his heart pounded harder still.
What was wrong with his body?
Why was this happening to him?
Though, these symptoms were nothing compared to the one he dreaded, and yet was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore.
Harry clenched his teeth as a tightness grew between his legs. He knew it would not be long before Snape noticed his growing erection, if he hadn't already noticed it that is. He couldn't deny that the ex potions professor had a keen eye for just about everything.
"But then, where are the other death eaters?" Harry asked, his voice adopting a curious tone as his eyes returned to searching the room surrounding him.
"That's not exactly your concern now, is it Mr Potter?" Snape raised an eyebrow, as though waiting for the younger wizard to agree with his words.
Harry felt it difficult to comply, he did after all, very much believe it was his concern. He was tied up and vulnerable, completely at the mercy of whoever chose to occupy the room. He felt a pang surge through his groin at the thought. He gasped before feeling a sense of shame settle over him. Why was he feeling aroused over his situation? He should be terrified, he should be resisting with all his strength, yet he found his body craving the man's touch. His flesh needed attention, satisfaction, and ultimately, release.
"It seems that you have greater things to be concerned about at the present moment." Snape smirked as his warm breath danced over Harry's moist neck. Yet a part of the professor thought it wise to clarify exactly the meaning behind his words as he slid his hand down Harry's body, stalling only when he reached the young wizard's groin. His touch lingered, as though waiting to see if the younger man would resist, yet to both his and Harry's shock, no resistance came.
Harry's body began to ache as he waited to see what Snape's next course of action would be, yet it seemed the anticipation was only making his current problem worse. Another pang tore through his groin, prompting him to roll his hips, though he seemed unaware he was doing it. Each roll drew his groin closer to the older wizard's hand as he began to grind his hips with a more clear intent.
It seemed this was the action Snape had been waiting for. It was his signal. The professor wasted no time slipping the boy's trousers undone before sliding his hand underneath. He reached for Harry's member before embracing it within his fingers. He tightened his hold before beginning to pump the young wizard.
It seemed any loitering urge to resist the professor's advances had fled Harry's will as raw desire took root.
A moan escaped his lips as pleasure seized control of his body.
How was it that Snape knew how to draw these feelings of gratification out from within him? He never suspected that the man would have much in the way of experience.
"Mr Potter," Snape's drawl crept into his ear, as though to guarantee that he would not forget who was giving him this surprising satisfaction.
Harry felt as though he were losing control of his body as his hips began to buck with a greater vigour, as though he were no longer in command of his body.
"If I may," Snape continued as he tugged at the young wizard's trousers until they no longer covered any part of the boy's flesh, leaving every inch open to Snape's hungry eyes. Harry now realised himself to be completely exposed, he should have found the sensation mortifying, yet he found it strangely arousing. He instinctively spread his legs wider apart, as though unconsciously inviting Snape to explore his body further.
Why was he doing this?
He didn't want to think about that right now, all he wanted in that moment was for Snape to give his body his fullest attention.
Snape leaned over the boy's abdomen, drawing Harry's cock to his mouth before sliding it through his lips. Harry gasped as a pleasure greater than anything he had experienced so far in his young life surged through his groin. The sensation consumed him as moans left his mouth freely, as though they were acting of their own accord. Harry could barely take it any more as his genitals threatened release. Yet, it seemed Snape was already aware of this fact as he allowed Harry's member to fall from his lips.
"Are you ready Mr Potter?" The all too familiar trademark smirk returned to Snape's lips, yet Harry was too far gone to even try to figure out the meaning behind the professor's words. Snape took the boy's response as a yes. He wasted no time as he undid his own trousers before withdrawing his own erection.
Harry could now clearly see that he was about to experience what it felt like to have Snape's cock buried within his body.
"We are about to take the scenic route."
Harry cocked his head slightly to the side as he wondered what was meant by 'the scenic route'.
Snape raised his wand into the air, a silent flick prompted the attendance of an assortment of items. Upon the space next to Harry landed a blindfold, a whip and a ball gag. All of these items were in what Harry assumed was Snape's favourite colour, black.
"Shall we?" Snape smirked as though he were a child who had just received a bucket of candy.
Harry laid there with his mouth open, unsure of what to say yet there was one thing he was sure of, there was no way Snape was taking no for an answer.