HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATH EATER
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By: adhesivebagels
Summary: Set after book 5, Harry is beaten by his uncle and left for dead. Snape rescues him and brings Harry back to his house for the summer. They fall for each other. Harry is kidnapped and taken to Voldemort. Ends in an epic battle between Snape and the Dark Lord. HP/SS
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for this story plot.
A/N: Warning:This story is going to get quite steamy, it really should be rated MA, so if it's too intense for you fragile eyes, I'm not sorry. Also, If you notice problems with the formatting I apologize, this website doesn't like transferring my Word documents very well. Also, I have to tell you this story it kind of on the short side, I decided to split the story so that the first part takes place during the summer and the sequel will encompass the school year. So this first part has around 20,000 words, but I am currently working on the sequel so I will begin to post that as soon as I finish posting this part. I will be probably post one chapter a night because I am currently working from my computer at work(don't tell my boss) until I can order a laptop. So, if you're itching to read the next chapter, check back tomorrow!
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Chapter 2
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Thirty minutes later, Harry was lying in a hospital bed looking noticeably better that Severus no longer feared for his life. Even so, he refused to leave the boy's side, he felt a need to protect him after the ordeal he had gone through. He was currently sitting in a chair beside Harry's bed as he slept. Severus had stressed to the healers at St. Mungo's the need for the utmost privacy and discretion in treating the Boy-Who-Lived. No one was to know that Harry Potter was there. The Daily Prophet would have a field day if they found out the boy's relatives had beaten him half to death. Of course Severus had owled Dumbledore as soon as he could to tell him the news. Dumbledore had arrived at the hospital and when he saw Harry's condition, a fury unlike Severus had ever seen before, crossed his face before being replaced by sadness.
"This is my fault" the wizard spoke with a voice that bespoke his many years, "I should've never left Harry with those muggles. I never thought it would come to this."
"You couldn't have known what the muggles were capable of Albus, it's not your fault." Severus spoke the words but deep down he wondered what the man was thinking when he left the savior of the wizarding world with magic-hating muggles. Any wizarding family would've loved to adopt Harry, he could've grown up in a loving household surrounded by magic rather than in that cold, loveless hellhole. Severus's hands fisted at his side as anger again pulsed through him. He should've killed those muggles for what they did to Harry. Looking down at the boy, Severus's anger evaporated. The boy looked healthier now, he had been given various potions to allow him to heal. He probably would not wake until the next day.
Dumbledore spoke up, "There is still the matter of where Harry will go for the remainder of the summer". Severus looked up, he was ready for this.
"If it's allowable, Albus, I would like to look after the boy" Severus waited with baited breath for his reply. He felt horrible for the way he had treated Harry so far. He wanted to make it up to him and show him the care and guidance that his family should've given him all his life. Rescuing him from that cesspool had changed Severus. He now cared for the boy and wanted to protect him at all costs.
"Hmm..." Dumbledore mused, glancing between the boy and Severus, "that will be acceptable for now. If Harry is to go to your house, he must be protected at all costs, his presence there must not be revealed. I trust you Severus, I know you will take good care of him."
Dumbledore stared sadly at the boy once more before taking his leave. Severus turned back to his vigil. Harry's cheeks were flushed from a light fever, his raven hair lay curled on his forehead, partially revealing the lightning bolt scar there. Severus sighed, he hoped he was doing the right thing.
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The first thing Harry saw when he opened his eyes was not much because it was blurry. He fumbled around for his glasses on his nightstand and finding them, pushed them onto his nose. Blinking at the sudden clarity, his eyes took in a large room with clean whitewashed walls and a waxed floor. Definitely not his bedroom. Where was he? He was vaguely aware of minor aches and pains throughout his body as if he had been sick recently. Strange. Turning his head, his eyes widened when he saw the sleeping man sitting in the armchair besides his bed. Snape? What was Professor Snape doing here - Harry's memories rushed back to him and he choked back a gasp. He remembered hitting Dudley and Vernon beating him when he found out. He had never been in so much pain. The aches and pains he was feeling made sense now. They were almost healed but he remembered the noise his leg had made when his uncle had snapped it, how his ribs had crunched when Vernon kicked him. Suddenly Harry was hyperventilating, reliving the memory of his abuse that night. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think of anything besides the fury in his uncle's face as Harry screamed in pain. The rage and ferocity directed towards him. Pain unlike anything Harry had had to endure so far. He knew his uncle disliked him but he didn't know he truly hated him. With Sirius's death, Harry had hoped his only remaining family could get along better. But now those hopes were dashed to hell. He was truly alone now. Harry started sobbing, clutching the blanket blindly as hot tears fell from his eyes.
Suddenly, strong arms were around him, pulling him tightly against a well-muscled and warm chest. Harry didn't think about who the arms belonged to, he only sought to rid himself of the fear he felt that night and the anguish of losing his only family left. He turned his head and sobbed into the chest pressed against him, his hands clutched at the robes, pulling them closer. Harry felt safe here, in this cocoon of warmth. Here the pain eased and his sobs quieted. Harry felt sleep calling him again, his body not yet healed from his ordeal. He could stay in these arms forever, he would sleep here, his sleepy mind decided. He unknowingly snuggled deeper into the chest of the man sitting on the bed and fell back into a peaceful sleep.
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Severus gazed down at the sleeping boy in his arms. He heart ached as he remembered him sobbing into his chest, his pain touching Severus's heart in ways he never felt before. He hadn't thought twice when he awoke to the sound of Harry sobbing. He had instinctively reached out and cradled the boy against his chest, wanting to calm him and protect him the only way he knew how. Once he was sure Harry had fallen back asleep, he started to disentangle himself from the boy, only to be stopped by a whimper from Harry. Severus sighed, but deep down he hadn't wanted to release his hold on the boy just yet. Severus slid further onto the bed so he could lay down and settled the boy so he was more comfortable against his chest. Harry snuggled deeper into him and tightened his hold on Severus's robes. Severus lifted his hand and ran it through the boy's raven hair, wanting to soothe him. His face was close to Harry's head, he could smell sandalwood and freshly cut grass. Severus's eyelids started drooping, he had stayed up most the night keeping watch over Harry and now it was catching up to him. As sleep overtook him, he turned his head towards Harry and rested his lips against the sleeping boy's brow.
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It was ten am, the healer, Rebecca, stepped into her patient's room to check in on them. The sight which greeted her eyes made her gasp involuntarily. Her patient, Harry Potter, was currently sleeping soundly in his bed, which was good, however the adult wizard wrapped around him was a surprise. She couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight though. She crept up to them quietly, gazing down at their sleeping forms. She wondered if they were lovers, she mused, the man was a little old for him, well maybe not, wizards had a very different view on age differences than muggles. Wizards didn't have most of the prejudices against race, age, and sex as the rest of the world did. But maybe they weren't lovers? She wondered. As she watched them interestingly, Harry stirred in his sleep and nuzzled deeper against the man holding him. The man in turn clutched him tighter and rubbed his face against the boy's raven locks. One of the older man's legs moved to tangle between both of Harry's, effectively bringing them closer together. Harry's hips were pressed against the older wizard's hips and there might've been some movement there or it might've just been Rebecca's perverted mind. She hastily turned around to leave, this was too much. When another healer asked her later why she was blushing, Rebecca couldn't help but smile knowingly.
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Harry woke to find himself encased in a warm cocoon. This was nice, his sleepy mind mused, until he realized his warm cocoon had a heartbeat other than his own. His eyes flew open and took in the stubbled chin pressed against his forehead and the arms and legs entangled with his own.
What...is...going...on..
His heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. He breathed in and smelled ginger and eucalyptus and the smell did something to him, he wasn't sure what, but it slowed his heart rate and he didn't feel quite so uncomfortable anymore. He realized the body that was wrapped around him was Professor Snape. He didn't know how they had become entangled. He remembered waking up and reliving that nightmare again and Snape's arms wrapping around him-oh. He closed his eyes and relaxed against the older man as he thought about the events of that day. His uncle had finally snapped, he had finally crossed the line and beaten Harry within an inch of his life. He didn't know how he was still alive, he remembered passing out and then a voice waking him. Snape? Yes. Snape had saved him, he remembered looking up into his face and him holding Harry as they fled the Dursley's house. Harry frowned at that. He had thought his teacher hated him. Why would he save him?
He lifted his head slowly and gazed into his professor's face which was mere inches from is own. If his professor hated him, he certainly had an odd way of showing it. He was currently wrapped tightly around Harry. His chest was pressed against Harry's and he could feel his heart beating. His arms were wrapped around Harry's back and one of legs was between his. Snape's head was resting on pillow and his breath was warm against his face. Harry studied him. He looked so...peaceful was he was sleeping.
Snape suddenly stirred against him and Harry gasped involuntarily as his hips rubbed against Harry's hips. He felt a hardness there that wasn't hard a minute ago. Harry blushed furiously as he realized his teacher had a hard on and was surprised when he felt an answering twinge in his never-regions. His breath quickened at the sensation of their groins pressed together and he felt himself hardening. Wait, what was going on? He didn't understand why his body was reacting to Snape's apparent erection. This was too weird to be thinking of his teacher that way. He liked girls didn't he? He had that fling with Cho last year, but he guessed he hadn't enjoyed it all the much, not like a guy should enjoy going out with a girl. Did that mean he liked guys? As Harry questioned his sexuality, Snape awakened, his body tensing as he realized he was still wrapped around Harry and they were both awake now.
"You're awake, I see" he stated softly, carefully disentangling himself from his student. His face was unreadable as he retook his seat in the armchair. Harry's face was red as he looked everywhere but at his teacher.
"Yes, I slept well" he blushed again.
"How are you feeling?" Severus lent forward and brushed Harry's forehead with his fingers, checking his temperature. Harry blushed again at his touch.
"I'm fine," he muttered. Severus frowned at him and then decided he wasn't lying. He sighed.
"We need to discuss some things" he started, he was nervous for some reason. What if Harry didn't want to stay with him for the rest of the summer? What if he said no? He looked at Harry with doubt.
"What is it?" Harry didn't like the apprehensive gaze Severus was giving him.
"Do you remember what happened, Harry? At your aunt and uncle's?" He asked softly.
Harry drew in a deep breath as the painful memories assaulted him again. He closed his eyes and forced the memories back. Opening them again, Severus's face was closer, looking concerned. His dark eyes gazing into Harry's own green ones.
"Are you ok?" He felt his breath against his face and the scent that he recognized now as Snape's wafted up to him. It both comforted and excited him for some reason. Harry shook his head to clear it.
"I'm ok, yes I remember everything"
"Good, then you realize you can't return to the Dursley's." Harry knew this and even though his uncle beat him, it still hurt him to know that he had lost the last of his family. Severus watched the expressions on the boy's face and knew what he must be feeling. Losing the only family he had right after Sirius's death must be excruciating for the boy. He placed a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"We will get through this together, Harry" he reassured him. Harry looked up at the use of his first name. When had he stopped calling him Potter?
"Thank you" he told him genuinely, "and thank you for saving my life" he finished quietly, looking Severus in the eye. He owed the man his life.
"You're welcome," Severus told him, his dark eyes meeting Harry's green gaze, his hand was still on Harry's shoulder, their faces were close together. Severus admitted he could feel a force pulling him to this young man, entwining their fates together. Clearing his throat, he leaned back a little.
"Harry, I discussed it with the headmaster and if you'd like to, i want to invite you to my house for the rest of the summer." Severus said it quickly, almost afraid to hear the answer. Harry looked at Snape in amazement. His teacher, who he had thought hated him, was now offering to share his home with him? His heart beat faster as he took this news in. Although he admitted he had never gotten along with Snape, his teacher seemed to have changed since last he saw him. He hadn't once called him names or sneered down at him. And he had rescued him from certain death at the Dursley's. And now he wanted him to stay with him for the summer? He wasn't sure how to react to this much nicer Snape. Did Snape actually care about him now? His thoughts then went back to when they were lying in bed earlier and Harry had felt Snape's erection pressing into him. He felt his face redden, and his pulse quickened just thinking about it. What did that mean? Did his teacher have feelings for him?
Severus watched strange emotions flit across the boys face. He was anxious to hear his answer as Harrys face had turned a peculiar shade of pink now.
"Do you...not wish to go?" Severus questioned haltingly.
Harry looked up quickly. "Oh! Yes, I would like to go. That sounds great, thanks Professor".
Harry then smiled shyly at him, unsure of this newfound friendship.
"Good," Severus was relieved. "We will be leaving here as soon as the healers clear you, I've already packed all your things, and oh yes-," Severus reached in his pocket, pulling out Harry's wand, "here you go". He handed Harrys wand back to him. The boy took it, a grateful look in his eyes.
"Thank you, sir". Harry smiled at him, which Severus returned. Harry watched him, he didn't remember ever seeing his teacher smile. He looked rather handsome, he thought. Wait, where did that thought come from? They spent the day idly, Harry napped because he was still fatigued, they chatted a couple times about random topics, or they would sit in comfortable silence. Harry had dug a book out of his trunk to read. Around lunchtime, they shared a meal brought to them by a blushing healer named Rebecca. She informed them that Harry would be clear to leave in the morning, after a good night's sleep. Severus was glad to hear that, he was eager to show Harry his home for the rest of the summer and get some alone time with the boy. Severus took out a book and started to read as the day turned into night and he watched the younger boys eyelids droop. Before long, Harry was asleep. Severus stood up quietly and pulled the comforter tighter over Harry's sleeping form. He then returned to his armchair where he transfigured a tissue into a comfy pillow beneath his head. He turned to watch Harry sleep, his gaze soft. His eyelids fell as sleep finally took him, the boy's slumbering form was the last thing he saw.
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Harry woke the next morning, eager to leave St. Mungo's and see Snape's house. He was surprised to find that he felt excited to be living with the older man. He was checked once more by the healer Rebecca and given the all clear. His injuries, grievous though they had been, were now healed and he was good as new. He followed his teacher to the lobby where Snape took his arm in his and turning, apparated them away. They arrived in front of a rundown small house in a dirty street in, and by the looks of it, a muggle neighborhood. Harry was shocked to find out Snape didn't live in a wizard community and that the teacher appeared to live in a shack. He eyed the small house with sudden apprehension. The outside was covered in overgrown ivy and the walls looked like the house had been set on fire once before, the lawn needed tending and one window seemed to be broken. Harry tried not to look doubtful, he didn't want to hurt Snape's feelings.
Snape eyed Harry's stare and said softly, "Appearances can be deceiving"
Stepping to the door, he withdrew a key from his robes and unlocked it. Once Harry stepped through the door, he realized what Snape had meant. The "shack" was huge inside and gorgeous. Stone walls accented with rich mahogany wood gave way to marble floors that shown underfoot. Either Hogwarts paid very well or Snape came from a rich family. Harry stared around at the rich furniture and decor, everything in Slytherin colors of green, silver and black. A large living room with couches and armchairs gave way to an immaculate kitchen. A stairway was built besides the kitchen, a hallway housed three doors that were closed. He figured the upstairs was just as grand. Despite the obvious wealth, everything felt homey and welcome to Harry. Snape was watching him.
"The bedrooms and bathroom are upstairs. Down this hall is my potions lab and office. Also the garden is out the third door. You may spend time in the garden as it's warded, however I ask that you don't go out the front door or leave without my permission for your protection here is less than what you had at the Dursley's."
Harry nodded his understanding. Snape showed him the upstairs where there were 4 more doors. The first was Snape's bedroom, the second a bathroom, the third, Harry's room, and the fourth a third spare bedroom. Harry walked into his room. It was huge, a king size four poster bed stood in the middle, a wardrobe and dresser were against one wall, and a desk sat beneath a window that overlooked a flowering garden. Snape took something out of his pocket and his trunk appeared at the foot of his bed, along with Hedwig's cage.
"Your owl should be arriving shortly" Snape said, "Is this room...suitable? If not I have one other..." he was anxious that Harry feel at home here. Harry quickly turned to his teacher and flashed him a bright grin.
"No it's perfect. I've never had a bedroom this big. Thank you professor." Snape smile at his words.
"Very well, I will have the house elf prepare breakfast for us then." Snape snapped his fingers and a small house elf appeared, wearing a pink pillowcase she had tied into a sarong.
"Welcome home, master Snape" the elf bowed to Snape. Snape turned to Harry.
"Harry this is Wendel, she takes care of this house. If you need anything, just ask her or myself."
Harry nodded and greeted the elf. She seemed like a nice elf, sort of like Winky without all the crying. Harry enjoyed a nice breakfast with Snape, the food was delicious, much of the same dishes that were served at Hogwarts. Harry wondered how the man wasn't fatter if he ate like this year around. Harry eyed his teacher's form from across the table. From what he had felt of the man, those robes hid a well formed physique made of hard muscle. Harry blushed at the memory of his teacher wrapped around him and continued eating his food. After breakfast Harry went upstairs to unpack his trunk as Snape disappeared into his lab/office, saying he had some work to do. He reminded Harry to finish any summer homework, which Harry had left untouched.
The next couple days went by with Harry and Snape falling into a routine. Snape spent most of the day in his lab while Harry worked on his homework. They shared meals together. Often times Harry took a break and went outside to the garden, where he liked to lounge under the trees. Snape would sometimes join him outside, and they enjoyed the nice weather together. Their evenings were often spent together in front of the fire. They would talk or play chess or discuss Harry's homework or Snape's potions. Snape was currently working on creating a potion that would make the drinker invisible for several hours. Harry was enjoying his stay here, he wasn't forced to work or looked down upon like at the Dursley's. He liked being here with Snape. Snape now treated him with care and respect. He was nothing like the insufferable git who picked on him at school. Harry was glad to see his newfound attitude did not change as the days passed by. He took the time to listen to Harry and genuinely cared about what he had to say. They fell into an easy friendship. Harry hoped more than anything that it would last.
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Hedwig had arrived shortly after Harry got there, flying through the open window of Harry's bedroom. Hooting happily, she flew straight into Harry's arms, which he wrapped around her. He had missed the owl and owed her his life for alerting Albus to his condition. Snape had told Harry how she had flown to Albus to get help. "I missed you girl, thank you so much for saving me" He whispered into her feathers as he held her tight. She hooted at him knowingly. He turned and placed her on the window sill so he could refill her water dish. Harry was glad that here she could come and go like a normal owl and catch her own food. He knew she must've hated eating those processed owl pellets. she enjoyed hunting and eating fresh prey at nighttime. With Hedwig back, he felt that all was right with the world finally.
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A/N: Keep reviewing, I've only received one review so far (thank you Skittlelils!) I look forward to hearing what you all think about this story. Remember, check back tomorrow for the next chapter!
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