HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATH EATER
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.
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Chapter 3
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The fifth night of Harry's stay, Severus was awakened by screams from outside his room. His heart hammering, Severus jumped from his bed, clad in only his pajama bottoms. He raced to fling open his door. That was Harry yelling. He threw open the boy's door, thinking someone was murdering him, to find the boy thrashing around in his bed, apparently in the throes of a nightmare. Severus quickly went to boy's side and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him awake.
"Harry! Wake up, you're having a nightmare!"
The boy's screams stopped and he looked up at Severus with wide, scared eyes. They sparkled with unshed tears. Severus's heart went out to the boy. He could only imagine what he could've been dreaming about, Merlin knows he had been through a lot for one as young as him. Without thinking, he cradled the boy to his chest, whispering soothing words to him.
"Shhh, it's ok, I'm here" he whispered to him.
Harry clung to him, his tears hot against Severus's bare chest. He sobbed against him and Severus rubbed his back and smoothed his hair, all the while whispering consoling words to him. They sat like that for several minutes, until Severus felt the boy calm down again. He raised his wand and muttered a summoning spell. A moment later, a small glass vial flew through the air and Severus caught it. He held it to the boy's lips.
"Here, Harry, drink this. It's dreamless sleep potion" Severus spoke softly.
Harry swallowed the offered liquid and leaned back against Severus's chest. After a few moments, Severus went to pull away so the boy could go back to sleep, but a small hand on his arm stopped him. He met the scared eyes of Harry as he looked up at him.
"Please don't go" he could hear the pleading in Harry's voice and Severus was powerless to resist him. He had grown to care too much for the boy. He sighed and climbed into the bed while Harry shyly inched closer to him. Severus reached over and pulled the boy to him so that he was laying against his bare chest. His arm was around him, rubbing his back. Harry's breath was hot against the skin of his chest, giving him goosebumps. He could feel his gaze on him through the darkness.
"Professor..." he heard a faltering voice, he sounded shy.
"Yes Harry?" Severus said softly.
Harry paused before whispering, "Thank you for everything you've done for me".
Severus's heart was full and he smiled into the darkness. "You're welcome Harry". He fell asleep with the Boy-Who-Lived in his arms, a small smile on his face.
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Harry awoke to an empty bed, his thoughts immediately went to last night when he had had a nightmare and Snape had come to wake him. He blushed as he remembered how he had asked the older man to stay with him. He couldn't help himself, something about Snape seemed to calm him. Being wrapped in his strong arms and breathing in Snape's unique scent did something to Harry he couldn't explain. Snape made him feel safe when nothing else could. After the horrors of his nightmares, where he relived his uncle beating him, Snape's arms felt like heaven and he was hesitant to leave them. Harry stretched leisurely and got up, ready to face the music. He would never live this down, this being the second time he had ended up sleeping in his professor's arms. he wondered how Snape would treat him this morning. Going downstairs, Harry spotted Snape sitting at the kitchen table. The house elf Wendel was busy preparing breakfast. Seeing Harry, Snape gave him a friendly smile and beckoned him to join him at the table.
"How are you feeling Harry?" Snape questioned kindly.
"F-Fine sir" Harry stumbled, nervous about bringing up last night. Snape looked at him.
"I have to apologize to you Harry," Snape spoke softly, guilt in his eyes, "I should've anticipated that you would have nightmares after what you went through. I could've given you a potion for dreamless sleep much sooner."
Harry shrugged, "It's ok, I was having nightmares even before that happened."
Snape looked at him with something like pity in his eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that Harry, I have left several vials of dreamless sleep in your nightstand. If you need any more, please don't hesitate to ask me."
"Ok, thank you, professor." Harry smiled at his teacher, he was glad he hadn't brought up last night when he had fallen asleep in his arms. He was too embarrassed to talk about it.
They finished their breakfast in a comfortable silence, before Snape retreated to his potions lab as usual and Harry went upstairs to work on his summer assignments. An hour later, however, Harry couldn't get the thoughts out of his head about how Snape's arms had felt wrapped around him and the feel of his naked chest against his own. He groaned. How was he going to survive the summer?
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It was Monday, Harry had been living at Snape's for two weeks now. He had spent all morning working on his summer homework and now he desperately needed a break. He decided to go downstairs to see what his teacher was up to. When he didn't find him in the living room or kitchen he went to check his potions lab. The door was open and the smell of sulfur was wafting down the hall. Harry looked inside. The room was huge. Most of the room was taken up by long counters, where various cauldrons and odd tools sat. The walls were full of stacked shelves that housed dried and jarred ingredients. The smell of sulfur was coming from a bubbling cauldron that Snape was attending to. Curious, Harry wondered over to a simmering cauldron that was closest to him. He looked inside. The contents were lime green and as Harry watched, an eyeball popped to the surface, making him jump.
"Do you need something Harry?" Harry tore his eyes away from the cauldron to look up at Snape. His teacher was watching him with an amused look on his face.
"No, I just came to see what you were doing" Harry said sheepishly. Snape beckoned him closer to him.
"Come, take a look" He pointed to the cauldron bubbling in front of him.
"This is the potion I told you about, the one that will make the drinker invisible." Harry stepped closer to stare at the contents. The potion was a pale grey color, It's texture looked smooth, like water.
"I think I am getting closer to completing it, I've obtained positive results so far, but it is yet unfinished." Snape spoke. "Here, would you like to test it?" Snape held up a small vial that was already filled with the liquid.
Harry looked at it uncertainly. He wasn't sure if Snape would try to kill him on purpose but he couldn't afford to take the chance.
"Umm..." He spoke hesitantly. Snape chuckled at his expression, "It won't hurt you, I've already tested the contents on myself- watch" and with that his teacher lifted the vial to his lips and downed the contents in one gulp.
Harry's widened eyes watched him for signs of illness or death. Snape stood still for a moment, an expectant look on his face, nothing had changed in his appearance as far as Harry could see- Suddenly, his teacher's robes disappeared. Harry gasped aloud, his eyes widening. Underneath his Snape's robes, his chest was bare, a spattering of dark hair covered the firm muscles in his upper chest. His arms displayed toned and muscular biceps. Snape obviously worked out regularly. His stomach was tight, well-formed abs stood out from the skin. A trail of dark hair traveled down his abdomen to disappear beneath the waistband of his trousers. Harry blushed as he imagined where the trail ended. Snape was watching him with interest. He glanced down at his bare chest.
"It seems the potion's improving, the last time I tested it, it only removed my robes, not my shirt."
"That's good" Harry managed to get out, his eyes were now looking everywhere but at Snape's naked torso. He remembered all too well what that muscular chest felt like pressed against his own, or the feel of those strong arms holding him. He couldn't help thinking that he wanted to feel those arms around him again.
Snape turned and opening another small vial, this one containing an amber liquid, he drank the contents. Harry jumped as his robes popped back into sight. The man sighed.
"It seems I still have quite a ways to go before I achieve complete invisibility, but it's a start."
"What are you going to do with it once you've finished it, professor?" Harry was interested to know more about his teacher's work, also he could think with his teacher now clothed.
Snape mused over his question, "I have a few colleagues that are interested in buying the recipe once it is completed, but I have not yet decided what I'm going to do with it. I may give it the Albus for the Order to utilize. Complete invisibility that is obtainable without the burden of using a cloak can greatly benefit the Order. Likewise, we must not let it wind up in the wrong hands."
Harry thought about that, imagining a death eater being given the power of invisibility. He shuddered, the idea was too horrible to contemplate. He did not want to think about what Voldemort would do with such a weapon at his disposal.
Snape gave the potion a few more stirs before he turned the heat down. Walking to the door, he beckoned to Harry to follow him.
"Come, Wendel should have lunch ready for us by now."
Harry followed Snape into the kitchen where they sat down to a rather delicious lunch. After only being here for two weeks, Harry could already feel his breeches getting a little tighter with the extra weight. What would Hermione and Ron say when they saw him? He chuckled at the thought but then gasped aloud when he realized he had forgotten to owl them back. With all the excitement following his ordeal at his aunt and uncle's and going home with Snape, it had slipped his mind to respond to his friends letters. Harry rushed upstairs as soon as he was finished eating. Sorting through the various rolls of parchment on the desk in his room, he finally found Hermione's and Ron's letters. He looked at Hermione's letter first. She was enjoying a nice summer at her parent's house, she had already finished her homework, of course, and read through half of the textbooks for the new term. Harry grinned at that and continued reading. She asked about he was doing at his aunt and uncle's. Harrys smile disappeared . He didn't know what he should say. He knew he had to tell his friends what had happened but he just couldn't just put it in a letter. And he didn't think he should tell anyone where he was staying in a letter. What if it were intercepted by someone? Although he did feel safe at Snape's house, he knew his protection here was weaker than if he had stayed at his aunt's.
Harry decided to tell part of what had happened. He put that something had occurred at his aunt and uncle's and he was staying with a friend for the rest of the summer. He knew Hermione wouldn't be satisfied with the answer but he hoped she could wait till he could tell her face to face. Harry sighed, he didn't look forward to telling his friend what had happened and reliving the nightmare all over again. He finished Hermione's letter and looked at Ron's. His friend was having a blast with his family in Romania. He had gotten to see many dragons (from a safe distance) and had even held a dragon's egg. Harry laughed at that and wrote down that he better not tell Hagrid that or he'd be jealous. Harry also put in the same partial truth that he had told Hermione about what had happened. He hoped his friend's got the hint and would wait till he saw them for the whole story. He hated keeping anything from them. He thought about Snape and their newfound friendship. He wondered if they would believe him when he told them how their teacher's attitude had changed towards Harry. He himself had a hard time believing it. Still, he liked how Snape treated him now, he had gotten used to their tentative friendship. But it was something more than that. Over the last two weeks, something had changed. Harry often caught himself staring at Snape. He watched his hands work as he cut up potions ingredients, studied the expressions that flickered across his face when he was reading, admired how the light from the fireplace outlined the muscles in his back. He couldn't explain why he was staring. He just couldn't take his eyes off him. It was like he was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Sometimes Snape would catch Harry looking and raise an eyebrow at him and Harry would look away blushing. Or sometimes an unreadable expression would come across Snape's face. Harry couldn't explain the feelings he was having towards Snape, but something told him it was more than just simple friendship-and that thought excited him.
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A few days later Harry woke to find a small pile of presents at the foot of his bed. His eyes shot open. He had completely forgotten about his birthday. He grinned as he tore into the presents. There was a box of chocolates from Hermione, several loafs of fruit cake from Mrs. Weasley, a book on Quidditch from Ron, a pair of moleskin gloves from Hagrid and a box of the latest products from Fred and George's joke shop. There was one present left unopened. Harry picked it up and looked at it. It was small, wrapped in brown paper and twine. He opened it and gasped. Inside was a small picture frame made from birch wood. Housed in the frame was a moving picture of his mother. Lily was making various poses at the camera and laughing at whoever was taking the picture. She looked so young, maybe 13 or 14. She looked happy. Harry suddenly felt something wet land on his hand and he realized he was crying. He couldn't help himself. He had so few pictures of his mother and never of one where she looked so young and alive. He might not remember her much but he still missed her more than anything. He hoped Sirius was keeping her company and making her laugh with his jokes, wherever they were. Hot tears continued to fall from his eyes and he buried his head in his hand, clutching the picture to his chest. He vaguely heard a sound from the doorway.
Suddenly, strong arms were pulling him against a warm chest. Harry automatically clutched at the robes surrounding him, holding on tightly as he cried tears of grief. The strong arms encased Harry in a tight embrace as he gave way to the anguish that he'd been holding in for weeks. After a few minutes, Harry had calmed down enough to lift his head. His eyes met Snape's dark gaze, inches from his own.
"Are you okay, Harry?" He asked softly, concern in his voice. Harry nodded mutely, still enthralled in his gaze.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to upset you like this" Harry looked at him questioningly.
"It was I that gave you that picture" Snape answered.
Harry's eyes widened. "Er-no, I really like it, I don't have many pictures of my mother. She looks so happy in this picture. Thank you" He meant it, he would cherish this gift forever.
Snape withdrew from Harry and stood up.
"Happy birthday, Harry" he was looking at Harry with warmth in his eyes and...something else, something Harry couldn't quite put his finger on. Snape turned and walked out the doorway.
His teacher continued to surprise him. Harry couldn't help feeling...something for the man, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. He just knew he had never felt like this before. When he was around him, Harry felt at peace and safe. But he also felt self-conscious and alert to everything Snape did. He didn't know what these feelings meant. As Harry gazed down at the picture of his mother, he tried to sort out his feelings for the man.
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It was morning, Severus had just woken up. He got out of bed and stretched, groaning at the pleasant sensation of his stiff muscles relaxing. He retrieved some clothes from his wardrobe and headed towards the shower down the hall. He opened the door to be hit with a waft of steam and the sound of running water. His mind was befuddled for a moment as he thought about why the shower was already on. Then suddenly, Harry stepped out from behind the shower partition, a small towel wrapped around his hips. Severus's eyes widened as he took in the sight of a nearly naked Harry. His hair was wet and dripping water down his pale torso. The muscles of his chest and arms were well defined from hours on the Quidditch pitch. The small towel that he held was riding low on his hips, revealing a trail of dark hair that started at his navel and disappeared beneath the towel. Severus stood stock still, unable to move or avert his gaze from the boy. Harry suddenly turned towards him, and spotted him standing in the doorway. His eyes widened and he gasped, turning away to grab his clothes from the counter.
"Oh! I'm so sorry professor, I was just finishing up" Harry stammered as he moved towards the door, his clothes clutched to him, attempting to cover himself. Severus broke out of his trance.
"I apologize, I should have knocked before coming in" He moved aside so Harry could pass him in the doorway. That was when Harry tripped on the bathroom rug and slammed into him.
They both tumbled backwards onto the bathroom floor. Severus hit the ground hard with Harry landing on top of him. He saw stars for a second from the force of the blow and he blinked his eyes a couple times to clear them. When he opened his eyes again, it was to find his face mere centimeters from Harry's own. The boys eyes were watching him, his emerald gaze held an unreadable emotion. His lips were parted, his breath was warm against Severus's cheek, coming in soft pants. His wet hair dripped onto Severus's forehead as he was laying above him. Harry's hands were on the floor on either side of Severus's head, and his body was flush against his own. The weight of the boy felt delicious. Wait, was he thinking? But he couldn't help it, the boy's firm body was pressing into Severus's, the towel lay forgotten a few feet away, leaving him bare. His skin was soft against his naked chest. And he could feel…other things pressing into his groin. Before he knew it ,he felt himself getting aroused. This was not good. He had to end this now before things got out of hand.
"While I don't mind you being on top of me, I think we should go down to breakfast, Harry" he said it as gently as he could. He knew the boy must be embarrassed. He suddenly realized that if Harry stood up he would be able to see everything. He could feel a blush heating his face. Harry seemed to be thinking the same thing too for his face was starting to redden.
"Er…yes, just let me…" Harry moved to the left, attempting to reach the towel without exposing himself. Severus felt the boy's cock rub against his own through the thin pajama bottoms he was wearing. He sucked in a sharp breath. Harry finally reached the towel and snatching it up, he crawled off Severus. Severus got to his feet as Harry retreated to his room, the towel wrapped once more around his waist.
He breathed in a sigh of relief. He didn't know what had come over him. He was still aroused from the feel of Harry's manhood rubbing against his own and his warm body pressed into him. He desperately needed a cold shower.
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