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. Steamy romance follows. 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: I will be posting one chapter a night. I've already finished the story so there are only maybe two more chapters left. There will be a sequel after this also. In case you didn't read my earlier comment. This is one story that I split into two parts. The first part is the summer and the second will be the school year. Keep reviewing! And thanks for reading!
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Chapter 4
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"Would you like to go into Diagon Alley today to get your supplies for the new term?" Harry and Severus were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast together. The new term was to start next week.
Harry's face brightened, he loved visiting the wizard shopping district
"Yes, that would be great."
They ate breakfast and Harry went upstairs to change into wizard robes. He met Severus in the living room where, after taking Severus's offered arm, they apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. They arrived inside the dingy, smoke-filled bar. At the moment it housed several witches and wizards, who glanced up as they arrived. Harry gulped as he saw the stares he was getting, however no one approached them as they made their way towards the back alleyway. It seems his teacher's presence was effective in keeping them away. Once in the alleyway behind the bar, Severus tapped on the appropriate bricks and the entranceway to Diagon Alley opened before them. The streets were crowded as children and their parents were shopping for the new school term. Harry secretly hoped he didn't see anyone he knew because he didn't know how he would explain to them why he was with Severus. He loved staying with the teacher but he doubted anyone else would understand.
They first stopped at Gringotts, where despite Severus's protests that he could pay for his supplies, Harry picked up a small fortune of gold. Then they made stops at Flourish and Blotts to pick up new school books for his sixth year as well as parchment, quills and ink. They visited the Apothecary to restock Harry's potions ingredients and then finally entered one last store, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Harry had already outgrown last year's robes.
Severus followed Harry into the store and browsed through rows of robes with him. Harry picked out several robes in black, one in grey and one in emerald green, along with some new breeches and tunics. Severus was admiring some new silk robes that changed color depending on the mood of the wearer, when he heard the front door open and glancing up, his blood ran cold.
Nott, father of student Theodore Nott, and known death eater, had just walked into the store and was looking around. Severus thought quickly. If he was seen with Harry, Nott would go straight to the Dark Lord with the news and it wouldn't be long before they found out the boy was staying at his house. They needed to hide. Now. Making up his mind, he instinctively grabbed Harry and dived into one of the rows of black robes with him.
"What-" Harry was baffled at Snape's actions. Severus silently brought a finger to his lips, motioning for Harry to remain quiet as they crouched within the robes. Harry shot a questioning look at him but remained silent. Severus strained his ears for sounds of approaching footsteps, his gaze meeting Harry's wide eyes. Their awkward position became apparent to him. Within the robes, Severus was pressed against Harry's smaller form, his hands clutching the boy's shoulders. Harry's breath was hot against his neck, sending shivers down his spine, and the scent he recognized as the boy's assaulted his nose. Their heads were close together, Harry's a few inches below his. There was a tantalizing look on the teenager's face, his cheeks were flushed as he gazed up at him.
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Severus's mind went blank, conveniently forgetting about the danger they were in. Weeks of pent up frustration was heightening his senses and quickly arousing him. His eyes were drawn to Harry's lips, they looked so soft, they were parted as Harrys breath came in soft pants. He felt his heart hammering against his ribs as student and teacher stared at each other. Something came over Severus as he gazed into those emerald green eyes. An emotion that looked tantalizingly like desire was swirling in those green depths as Harry looked up at him. Severus's hands slowly slid down to grasp Harry's slim hips causing their bodies to press even closer together. Severus heard Harry's breath catch, sending an excitatory twinge straight to his groin. Severus was intrigued at the responses he was inciting in Harry and he couldn't stop himself from experimenting further. Raising one of his hands, he trailed his fingertips slowly up the fabric on Harry's back, barely touching him. The effect was instant. Harry shivered against him, his breath hitching in his throat. Severus smiled. Lowering his head, he brought his lips to brush against the edge of an exposed ear. Harry's soft gasp did things to his cock that had Severus holding back a groan. His lips traveled down to trace along Harry's stubbled jawline. Harry's body was tense against his, he felt the boy's hands raise to clutch at his robes. Severus could not stop himself, even if he wanted to. He knew this was wrong. Harry was a student of his, not to mention only 16 years old, only half Severus's age. Albus would kill him if he knew what he was doing right now. But even so, he could not stop thinking that he wanted this boy. He wanted to feel the boy's heart beating against his own chest, feel his soft flesh against his palms, taste his delicate skin with his tongue, hear him gasp his name. He could feel his cock harden beneath his robes as he became further aroused. It mattered not that he was male, Severus had known both male and female lovers in the past. He continued his exploration of the boy. He brought his lips to trail down the soft skin of his neck and finding his pulse, he gently suckled at the skin, drawing the flesh between his warm lips. Harry gasped aloud.
"Pr-Professor" he panted, clutching at his teacher's sides, however he did not push him away. Severus's lip's trailed soft kisses along Harry's neck, his tongue flicking out to taste his soft skin, his teeth grazed the flesh, lightly biting down. Harry's body was shaking now against his own. His breath was coming in hot pants. One hand reached up to grasp at Severus's long locks, his fingers clutching him closer to his neck, begging him to continue. Severus's hands began to wander of their own accord as his vision clouded over with lust. One hand reached up to bury itself in Harry's tresses as his other explored the hard muscles of his chest , then lower to his abs, back around to his hips, then down to cup a tight buttock. He pulled Harry's body closer to him until his hips were pressed into the boy's. He could feel a hardness there pressing against his own erection. Severus smiled. His lips left Harry's neck to travel upward, inching towards his soft lips…
Suddenly the robes surrounding them were pushed aside and a shriek startled them apart. Madam Malkins was standing there, her eyes wide as saucers taking in the scene before her: Professor Snape caught in a romantic embrace with the famous Harry Potter, in her robe shop no less. The shock was too great for Madam Malkin's mind and she promptly fainted and slumped to the floor at Severus's feet.
"Oh dear" Severus's muttered, looking around he saw that the shop was empty besides them. Thinking quickly he bent down and aiming his wand at Madam Malkin's head, sent a charm at her. Harry's eyes widened at that, and Severus, seeing his reaction, spoke softly.
"I had to obliviate her so she wouldn't remember seeing us…" Severus said no more and turning he beckoned Harry outside the shop. Grabbing his arm, Severus apparated them back to the living room in his house, where they stepped apart. He turned to look down at Harry, who had not moved from the spot.
"Harry…I think we should talk about what happened in there". The boy's eyes widened and then shot downward in embarrassment.
Yes sir" he spoke quietly.
Severus summoned Wendel to serve lunch and they both took seats at the kitchen table. He looked across at a Harry, who was staring down at his plate nervously. Severus did not want to have this conversation either, but they had to discuss what happened.
"Harry," he started akwardly, "I'm sorry for my behavior in there, it was completely unacceptable for a teacher and I want to apologize. It will not happen again"
There, he had said it. He didn't know what had come over him in the robe shop but he couldn't afford to give in to his urges like that again. Harry was still a child and the savior of the wizarding world, he couldn't get mixed up with a death eater, spy or not. He watched Harry's head shoot up and was surprised at the expression in his eyes. Confusion, and…hurt?
"O-ok" he heard Harry murmur, although the hurt expression never left his face. He watched Harry get to his feet and turn away. "I'm not hungry right now, professor, I think I'm a little tired from all the shopping. If it's ok with you, I'd like to take a nap."
Severus's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then he supposed it was a rather long and exhausting shopping trip. "Of course, Harry, I will wake you in time for dinner." With that Harry disappeared up the stairs, not saying anything more to him.
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When Harry got to his room he curled up in bed underneath the covers, his head buried in his pillow. He didn't know why Snape's words affected him so much, but he felt on the verge of tears. When his professor had dragged him into those robes and started doing THAT to him, he had loved it. He remembered his heart beating so fast as the man's lips stoked a fire inside his groin. He had to keep himself from crying out with pleasure as his lips and tongue and hands almost sent him over the edge. His erection was so hard, he was sure his teacher could feel it, and when Snape had pressed their hips closer, his breath had hitched when he felt an answering hardness from Snape's pelvis. The man wanted him just like Harry wanted him. The thought had filled him with happiness. After losing Sirius and the horrible beating at the hands of his so-called relative, Harry had never thought he'd be happy again, until now. Snape had rescued him from that nightmare and ever since then he'd felt closer to the man, had felt protected by him, and the feelings he developed since then had only deepened. What had started out as a spark had suddenly burst into white hot flames within Harry's chest. He'd never felt anything like this before, certainly not with Cho or Ginny. Only Snape created these feelings in him. He tried to settle on a word to describe this feeling. What is love? He loved his friends, had loved Sirius, but his feelings for Snape seemed MORE. More than the love he felt for his friends, but he would settle for love for now. Harry loved him, he smiled at the thought but then his smile fell when he remembered Snape's words. He had apologized for what he had done when he had dragged him into those robes, had told him it would not happen again. But Harry wanted it to happen again, he wanted to feel Snape's hands on him, feel his lips and his tongue on his skin. He wanted to touch Snape also, run his hands down his body, feel his soft skin, taste him between his lips. He realized he was getting hard just thinking about it. He groaned. How was he going to make Snape change his mind? He knew the man wanted him, had felt his erection pressing into him. But what were his feelings? Did he love him like Harry did? Harry's thoughts kept him awake for the next couple hours, until he finally fell into a fitful sleep, where he dreamed of his teacher's hands and soft lips.
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Harry woke to the sound of Snape calling his name and a gentle knock on his door.
"Harry, are you awake? It's time for dinner" Snape's voice sounded from behind the door. Harry crawled out of bed and went downstairs to join Snape for dinner. The food was delicious as always, he took second helpings. If he kept eating like this, he wouldn't be able to fit into his new robes. He laughed aloud at the thought. Snape raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
"I'm glad to see your in better spirits. Did you sleep well?"
Harry nodded his head, choking on his pumpkin juice as he remembered his dreams that had featured a certain potions master. "Yes, sir, I did"
They fell back to their old routine after that, with them both doing their own thing during the day and then spending time together in the evenings in front of the fireplace. They would play gobstones or chess and often times Snape would make him hot apple cider or hot chocolate. Harry loved these evenings with Snape. He wondered what would happen next summer and where he would stay, for he couldn't go back to the Dursley's. He secretly wished he could stay here again next summer but he hadn't the courage to voice his thoughts to his teacher. What if he rejected him and said no? Harry didn't think he could bear it. Harry looked over at him. Snape was sitting in his armchair, a steaming mug of hot cider in his hands, reading from a leather-hound book. Harry studied his profile and decided he really was handsome, his dark haired framing his pale face. There was a shadow of hair on his jawline, his eyebrows were lowered in concentration as he studied the book in his lap. Long lashes on lowered lids hid his eyes from view. His lips were pressed into a thin line, Harry couldn't help but remember how those lips had felt against his skin when they were in Madam Malkin's shop, the way his tongue had him gasping for breath and his strong hands had stoked a fire inside him. He felt himself hardening at the memory. Suddenly Snape looked up and Harry was caught in his dark gaze. An unreadable expression was in Snape's eyes as his eyebrow curled up in question. Harry blushed and looked away.
"What are you thinking about?" Harry heard Snape say softly. He wracked his brain for an answer.
"Er…just wondering what you're reading?" Snape looked surprised before answering him.
"This is a journal written by Jessica Tollier about her work on creating various new potions. She was a pioneer in the art of potion making. She created such potions as the draught of living death and wolfsbane. I am researching on whether she made any attempts on a potion such as the one I am making on invisibility. In all my research so far, I have never heard of anyone being successful in what I am attempting. If I can create this potion, it will be the first of its kind."
Harry's eyes widened. "Wow! That's amazing, I know you can do it, Professor, there's no one better at potions than you" He watched Snape's eyes widen at that and Harry coughed into his hand to hide an embarrassed look. When he looked up again Snape was smiling at him.
"Thank you, Harry" he said softly, "That means a lot to me."
Harry blushed at that and looked back down at the mug of warm cider in his hands. His teacher's words warming him more effectively than the mug in his hands ever could.
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Severus was thinking about the boy as he stirred the bubbling cauldron in front of him. He was thinking about last night. He had had a very...erotic dream about his student that involved him and Harry in a king size bed doing things that would make a Veila blush. He sighed. Merlin, it had been so long since he'd had a lover, but he dared not act on these urges he was having. Harry was his student and just a boy. He wanted to protect him, not lust after him like a lecherous old man. However, lately he couldn't take his eyes off the boy.
He liked the way his hair looked tousled when he had just gotten out of bed, and how the sunlight made his eyes glow like emeralds. Whenever he accidently brushed against the boy, he felt a shock like electricity shoot up his arm. He blushed when he remembered the morning he saw Harry naked in the bathroom, his skin still wet from the shower. And then Severus had practically attacked him in Madam Malkin's shop. Even though he regretted taking out his urges on the boy, he had to admit it was nice. His skin had tasted so sweet, and had felt supple beneath his hands. He groaned as he remembered the feel of Harry's hard cock against his own. He could feel himself hardening again at the memory. If only Madam Malkin hadn't interrupted them, he had been seconds away from claiming those succulent lips with his own. He wanted to taste him, explore his mouth with his tongue and hear the boy moan.
Severus shook his head to try to clear it. No, he shouldn't have these thoughts. He looked down at the bulge in his pants and sighed. There was no helping it. He would need another shower.
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Harry looked up from his desk at the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Snape must be taking another shower. He seemed to be taking lots of those recently. He wondered idly why that was. He imagined Snape in the shower, water dripping down his smooth skin as he ran his hands over himself-he groaned in frustration. No, he was fantasizing again about his teacher. This was happening more often as of late. He decided to take a break from his homework and enjoy some fresh air out in the garden, away from the shower. He walked past the bathroom and downstairs. He was halfway across the kitchen when he heard a knock on the front door.
He froze, who could be visiting Snape? And should he answer the door? No one had come to Snape's house since he'd been there, so he wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't open the door himself, what if it was someone untrustworthy? It was a secret that Harry was living with Snape, if death eaters found out he was here he'd have no chance against Voldemort. He thought fast as another knock sounded on the door. It didn't seem like they were going away and Snape was still in the shower. He crept to the door and decided to peek around the curtain to see who it was.
It was Lucius Malfoy. Oh Merlin. Harry moved away from the window and ran upstairs to get Snape. He knocked on the bathroom door. He heard movement and then the door opened. Snape was standing in fresh robes. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower. He peered at Harry questioningly.
"Lucius Malfoy is at the door" Harry said, breathless from his run up the stairs. Snape's eyes widened slightly.
"Stay in your room, do not leave until I say it's safe." Harry nodded and went to his bedroom.
Severus waited till he was inside before he turned and went downstairs. He looked through window to verify that it was Lucius before opening the door. Lucius was standing there, cane in hand, and a tailored traveling cloak draped around his shoulders. He smiled at Severus as he answered the door, however the smile didn't reach his eyes. His eyes remained as cold as ever.
"Ah, Severus, how are you? I'm sorry to intrude, but I'd thought I'd stop by to chat for a minute."
Severus raised an eyebrow at that but then nodded. He couldn't seem suspicious, if Lucius suspected anything at all, he would notify the Dark Lord and Harry would be in danger.
"Of course, Lucius, come in" he moved aside as the man swept into the living room. They walked into the kitchen and Severus summoned his house elf to make some tea. They took seats at the kitchen table across from each other. Severus calmly sipped his tea but his heart was hammering against his chest. He made sure his mental shields were rock solid, it would not do for Lucius to see into his mind right now. Lucius gazed at him from across the table.
"How's your break going?" He seemed nonchalant but Severus knew better. He had a motive for coming here, he just had to find out what it was.
"Pleasant so far, I've been busy making healing potions for Madam Pomfrey"
"More work for that fool Dumbledore?" Lucius sneered distastefully, "I'll be glad when the Dark Lord finishes him, the world will be a better place."
Severus nodded his head in agreement. Lucius eyed him thoughtfully.
"I was talking to Narcissa earlier, she's heard some...interesting rumors lately" Lucius was watching him. Severus had a bad feeling about this.
"Oh?" He appeared curious.
"Yes, it appears Harry Potter's been missing from his relative's house all summer, and no one knows where he's staying." Severus heart stopped. This was very bad. On the outside though, he appeared interested.
"Hmm...Dumbledore has not told me anything about this," he appeared concerned, "Are you sure he isn't staying with the Weasley's again?"
"No, the Weasley's are in Romania and I doubt that Dumbledore would let the boy out of his sight. No, I have a feeling he is close by, under Dumbledore's protection." Severus's heart was still going a mile a minute.
"He has not confided anything to me" Severus appeared concerned, "I will see if I can find anything out."
"Good," Lucius looked appeased, "I look forward to hearing from you soon." He got up to leave and Severus mentally breathed a sigh of relief. He followed Lucius to the door.
"Oh, and Severus?" Lucius had stopped in front of the door, his hand on the doorknob. Severus looked up at him curiously. That was when he realized something was wrong.
Before he could react, Lucius had his wand in his hand and had thrown a hex at him. The jet of light hit him in the chest and he collapsed on the floor, rigid as a board, unable to move. He could do nothing but watch with wide eyes as Lucius casually walked over to him. He watched him crouch so that he was close to his face. Lucius smiled coldly down at him.
"I can always tell when you're lying Severus. I know you have the boy here. Nott saw you with him in Diagon Alley. You will pay dearly for your insolence, I will make sure the Dark Lord knows of it."
With that Lucius stood and Severus could do nothing as he turned and disappeared up the stairs. He hated himself, how could he had been so foolish? He should have never let him into the house while Harry was here. Now Lucius will hand him over to the Dark Lord like a pig to slaughter and it was all his fault. The savior of the wizarding world would die and there would be no one to destroy the Dark Lord now. He had to stop Lucius. He tried as hard as he could to move, even though he knew the body-binding spell allowed no movement. He thought the counter curse over and over again as if that would work. Hs wand was in his robes pocket if only he could reach it.
He heard muffled shouts from upstairs and knew Lucius must have found Harry. He tried harder in vain to move. He couldn't watch while the man took Harry. He heard more shouts that he recognized as Harry's and then a bang and then all was quiet. A few moments later he heard Lucius coming back down the stairs. He watched in horror as he came into view, carrying an unconscious Harry. Lucius stopped to look down at Severus.
"Goodbye Severus, it has been a pleasant visit." He smiled coldly at him. Severus watched helplessly as Lucius turned on the spot and apparated away with Harry.
No, this couldn't be happening. Harry was going to be killed and it was all his fault. He had to get him back or all would be lost. He renewed his efforts to move but it was futile.
Suddenly, there was a pop and Wendel appeared in the room, carrying groceries. She noticed Severus lying on the floor and her eyes popped out of her head. She gave a shriek and dropping the groceries, ran to him on the floor.
"Oh no! Poor master, what has happened to you, Master?!" She inspected his body and then quickly snapped her fingers. Severus was suddenly released from the spell and able to move. He jumped to his feet and speaking over his shoulder, he raced into his potions lab.
"Thank you, Wendel!" A second later he was back in the living room and turning on the spot, he apparated away, leaving the startled house elf in his wake.
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A/N: Check back tomorrow for the final chapter! And favorite me if you want updates on the sequel when I post it!
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