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Into the Darkness I Go

Chapter Three: Me and Mr. Jones

Harry felt high. He felt free. He wanted to laugh with joy, cry with relief. Harry felt like he was walking on air as he slid in and out of Severus. The man made the most delicious noises.

"Harry… merlin…so good. Mmmm… h..harder! Ah!"

Harry obliged the man beneath him. The sex was always so good, had been from the first. Severus had shown him that there could be pleasure in it, not only horror. For that, and his love and devotion, Harry would forever be grateful.

"I'm..oh GODS!"

Harry watched as the former Death Eaters face transformed with ecstasy. Pushed over the edge by the clenching around his cock, Harry quickly followed the older man. They both came back down chuckling, giddy from the shear amount of pleasure they had felt.

"Harry, my dear boy, that was fantastic.."

"I'm glad you thought so." Harry leaned over and rested his head on the lean man's chest.

He felt the press of lips against his damp hair. " Oh I do."

"Sev?" Harry turned to look into his lover's face. "Yes?"

"Did you ever think that…that it would be like this? When you found me that night?"

Severus rolled onto his side, cradling his head in his hand, as he gazed in the eyes of the man who was now his whole world. "No." He answered truthfully. "How could I know that I had found the other half of my soul that night?"

Harry sighed as he wrapped himself around Sev's body. Only with this man was he soft. Only with this man could he be himself completely. Only him.

It was such a strange turn of events that had brought them together. Enemies to Friends. Hate to Love. Harry knew without his Sev, he never would have been able to stand up to Dumbledore, to finally complete his revenge on the Dursley's. There was nothing that he wouldn't do for the man, nothing at all.

Feeling safe and warm and treasured, Harry drifted to sleep in the arms of the only real love he had ever known.

Five Years Ago…

Emerald eyes gazed out onto the dirty streets below as the rain pounded against the old wooden windowpane. Harry detested his life, the vile thing he had become. It was hard to imagine how the twisty paths of his existence had lead him to this place. A vicious smirk spread over Harry's lips as he wondered what the Daily Prophet would think of The-Boy-Who-Lived now. Throwing back the covers, he stretched his lithe frame and padded into the next room to wash off. He had to get ready for is next client.

Even though he knew it was a lesson in futility, Harry wanted the illusion of cleanliness. He avoided the mirror like the plague. He couldn't stomach the sight of his own body, his face, any of it. But it didn't matter, his body was not his own anymore. It had stopped being his three months ago.

A shiver quivered through him.

He had to push away those thoughts; those memories or he would go mad. If he hadn't already.

He unavoidably caught a glimpse of his slim frame as he reached for the towel and pushed down the churning in his belly. Harry knew he must look like pure shit, he sure enough felt like it. He didn't worry about using glamour to make himself more presentable. He couldn't anyway, not without being caught. His clients didn't care. They just wanted temporary use of a willing body to sate their hunger; like his next client, one Mr. Jones.

Harry snorted at the thought. No one was really Mr. Jones. It was just a cover, just a front so that his clients didn't get caught. So their names couldn't be tracked back and used against them. They paid the house well enough for that bit of protection. He was glad they paid; they kept a roof over his head and food in his stomach.

He hated them all with a passion though. All those men- in him, on him, smothering him- made him sick. But it was either this, go back to hell and surely be beaten to death, or live on the street. Harry was becoming quite practical, quite Slytherin really, and knew that it would be folly to leave this place.

He was steadily becoming one of the top earners in the house. Maybe it was the fact that he was only sixteen and looked about fourteen because of his height. Maybe it was because of his porcelain like skin and vivid green eyes. Whatever it was, it didn't really matter at all to Harry. He just needed the money.

After running away from the Dursley's three months ago, Harry had looked for a job after he rented a seedy little room in the heart of London. He had been lucky that he still had money left over from the year and could function in the muggle world. He applied everywhere he could think of after the bruises, scratches, and tears healed some. He managed to find work in a little coffee shop. The pay was lousy. And after only a week he knew he wasn't going to be able to make his rent.

Necessity being the mother of invention, Harry tried everything he could think of to earn a few pounds, but nothing worked. He couldn't find a better paying job. He couldn't access his accounts at Gringots because Dumbledore would know. He'd know that Harry had left and he couldn't…wouldn't go back there ever again. He'd slit his own wrists first.

The solution stumbled into his lap late one night as Harry was walking home for the last time after work; the landlord told him that if he didn't have the money by tomorrow, he was out. And Harry didn't have the money. So he walked down the trash strewn streets, trying to figure out his next move when a man pulled up next to him.

"Hey boy, how much?"

Harry looked at him, not really understanding the question being asked of him.

"How much what?"

"How much for you?"

Harry blushed and hurriedly replied, "I'm sorry, but I think you must be mistaken."

"My, isn't that a pretty blush. Don't you want a bit of company for the night?"

Shaking his head, Harry sputtered, "Ummm… that's kind of you, but I'm fine really. Have a good evening."

Dark eyes narrowed. "Look I know what you are, so don't play coy with me. How much?"

Harry was shocked, appalled, and deathly afraid, but so desperate that he jumped at the chance to get some cash.

"What do you want me to do? That will depend on how much."

"Blowjob and a fuck."

Harry shuttered, trying to push the demons back. "40 for a blow, 200 for a fuck."

"Done."

When it was over, Harry had felt so disgusted, but he took the cash and headed for the nearest club to drown away what he had done. He could float away and forget.

Forget that his first time had been….

Forget that the first time he had wrapped his lips around another man's cock had been for money.

Forget that his second time had been behind a rundown liquor store.

Not the romantic, loving thing he had always pictured…wanted more than anything. It never would be. It probably never could be.

After the first time it got easier.

By the end of July, Harry was the most poplar boy in the area. He made plenty of money to pay his rent and feed his growing vices. From there it was only a matter of time before he was recruited into the house. Harry knew it was a "step up" from back alley blowjobs and clumsy car fucks, but it didn't make the shame go away, the feeling that he'd never get clean again.

A small knock on the door signaled him that it was almost time. Harry walked back into the tastefully furnished bedroom and put on his jeans and tight t-shirt. He normally played the part of the wild college boy in need of a good time in the house. Most men loved that particular façade. After reaching into his nightstand, Harry opened then gulped down half the whiskey from his flask and popped a mint into him mouth. It wouldn't pay for the johns to know he had to drink himself almost into a stupor to just get through their appointment.

Using the darkness of the room and the wispy light streaming from the rain splattered window as a cover, Harry tried to make himself look mysterious. He placed his back at the window, face half covered in shadow.

The door opened. The swish of clothing. Then silence.

"Mr. Jones, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Raven. Please sit down and make yourself more comfortable." Harry nearly choked on the words as they spewed out of his mouth.

The man didn't move.

"Potter? "

Harry froze in terror. He knew that voice. He knew that voice. Cursing his folly at not using glamour, pollyjuice potion, something to change his face, Harry turned to face his doom.

A small gasp escaped from thin lips.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?"

"Trying to survive, " Harry spat.

Of all the men in all of the world, it would have to be Snape; the one man who hated him almost as much as his so-called "family" did.

Snape sneered. "What do you mean 'trying to survive'? I thought as 'The Golden Boy' you would have plenty of people who want to fuck you. Are you that much of a slut? Are you that pompous that you think you should be paid for that task?"

"Fuck you, you pathetic old bat. You don't know anything about me! You have no clue. You're acting so very moral for someone who has to come to a brothel to get anyone to touch you!"

Onyx eyes went hard as steel. "Mr. Potter, you will get your belongings at once. We will be heading back to Privet Drive immediately. "

Harry wanted to fight, but he knew that Snape could wipe the floor with him. The man was a master of more than just Potions. Nodding his head, Harry slowly walked into the washroom. He just had to pretend long enough to get there. Once inside, Harry removed the gun that the house kept for their "employees" protection, out from under the sink. Calmly he returned to the bedroom.

"Snape," Harry began. "I will not go back to that house ever again. If you push me, I'll pull the trigger. I swear to Merlin I'll do it. "

Snape scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm actually quite surprised you aren't pointing that gun at me Potter. Stop being so dramatic. You're not going to kill yourself and you will be going back to stay with your Aunt and Uncle."

"No sir. No. I won't." Harry cocked the gun. The tiny click echoed in the still room.

"No. If you never believed me about anything before, believe me now. I will do it. I'd rather end it than be starved. Be beaten again and again. To…to have Dudley ra..ra…" Harry took a steadying breath, " rape me…again. I will not go back. I won't."

Snape's eyes flashed with fear and something Harry couldn't name. "Potter that is not a thing to joke about."

"I'm NOT JOKING! I'D RATHER DIE THAN GO BACK TO THAT HOUSE OF HORRORS," Harry screeched. He so desperately needed Snape to believe him, to save him, to keep him from going back, to understand. He knew his words were useless. The man hated him too much.

"Snape, I need to believe me. Merlin! If I had any other choice I would never tell you what …what happened to me. Do you….do you think I want to tell you what they did to me. What they've done to me my whole life? " A bitter laugh bubbled from Harry's mouth manically. "You? You hate me as much as they do! You've done nothing but make me miserable and loved every second of it. You think I'm spoiled, entitled. You think I'd be here letting men touch me, fuck me with their filthy…" losing the ability to speak, he was so frustrated, Harry wordlessly screamed.

"Potter...Potter," Snape delicately, tentatively spoke. "I don't hate you. I never hated you."

A small glimmer of hope flitted in his mind as he stood with the cold steel pressed against his temple. "For once, just once I'll let you into my mind… willingly. I know you can do it. I know you do. Just this once… you have to see my memories. Maybe then you'll believe me."

"Alright Potter. I'll do as you ask," Snape whispered. "Just don't do anything rash."

Harry slowly lowered the gun away from his head.

"Legilimens"

Harry stepped off of the Hogwarts Express. Sweat trickled down his back. Not because it was a warm June day, but because he was filled with terror. He had to go back to Privet Drive.

"Get over here boy. I want to get out of here before anyone sees you," Vernon spat.

"Yes sir."

~The memory swirled forward.~

Harry sat in the passenger's side seat of the car as his Uncle pulled into the driveway.

"Get out of the car you! I don't want our neighbors to see you're back." Scrambling to move inside, Harry picked up his bags and ran inside. He tripped slightly, but managed to make it in record time. The second the front door closed, the second they both were inside of the house Vernon's fist slammed into his face.

"Didn't think I'd hear about it, did ya?" Thick fists pounded into his fragile frame.

"That 'murderer' of a godfather of yours is dead. We got a letter from that freak school of yours telling us all about it." Vernon yanked Harry's face closer with a brutal tug on his hair. "Now it's back to cupboard with you boy. No more fancy room. No more getting above your station. No. No more of that. You take we give you and be grateful!"

~Shifting, twisting, a new memory~

Harry sat alone in his cupboard. It was even smaller than he remembered. It was so small in fact that he couldn't lie down. He cradled the bottle of vodka and one of whiskey he had swiped from Vernon and Petunia. Oh, he had paid for it when the meat-fisted man bludgeoned him nearly to death again, so he didn't feel bad about taking it. Vernon never needed a reason. It didn't matter why. It was just an excuse to use Harry as a punching bag. Luckily, they didn't find the bottles in his tiny room when they locked him in and he was granted the small comfort that his drunken haze brought him. He didn't know how much longer he could stay here before they broke him completely…and it was only the first day of summer break.

~Swirling darkness, a new memory settles~

A large fist punched him in the face, sending him smashing into the unforgiving, blue tiles of the shower stall. He barely registered that it was his blood coating the wall he had been hit so hard.

"Harry." Dudley snickered. "You always act like you are so much better than us normal people. I think it's time to teach you a lesson. Finally put you in your place. You and your kind deserve to be wiped out. "

Half conscious, Harry felt pudgy hands yank him out of the water's stream.

"I've been waiting a long time to make you pay. Think it was funny that that freaky giant gave me a tail?" A towel was shoved in his mouth, gagging him.

"I didn't think it was funny." The boy hissed as he punched Harry in the gut. Once Dudley's leather belt restrained his hands, he was viscously flipped onto his stomach sending a swift punch to the kidneys for fun. Pinning Harry to the ground by sitting on his legs, he heard the menacing sounds of Dudley's pants unzipping.

"I bet you're gonna like this you puffter. "

With no warning, Dudley viciously entered him. Harry screamed, but only a slight muffled whimper escaped through the cloth.

"No one's gonna save you freak. You deserve this, you freak. You deserve this. You deserve this. You deserve this. You deserve this. You deserve this. You deserve this. You deserve this. You deserve this," Dudley moaned in his ear, punctuating every agonizing thrust.

Tears streamed down Harry's face. He prayed that it would end. Hoped his Aunt would hear Dudley, someone would save him. Anyone…

"Fuck yeah. I know you love this. Yeah, you love my cock pounding you. You fuckin' slut."

Harry thought he was going to pass out. It hurt so much, so much.

"Ahhh…"

Harry teetered on the edge of consciousness as he felt Dudley's hot seamen filling him. Roughly pulling out, Dudley did up his jeans, untied his hands, and pressed a heavy foot into Harry's throat.

"You just wait. You're gonna be riding my cock whenever I want. Whenever I want. We have the whole summer." A sick smile filled Dudley's fat face. "Not that anyone in this house gives a shit, but you tell anyone and you're dead, ya hear? Freak? "

Hearing the door close with a small *snick*, Harry pulled the hand towel out of his mouth and barely managed to crawl into the shower. He stayed there huddled in a ball under the spray, praying to get clean, praying to die, praying to gather the strength to do what he had to do.

After being yelled at by his Uncle for using so much water, Harry painfully made his way to his cupboard. He stayed quiet and out of sight until all the house lights went out. He packed a bag with only the bare essentials, knowing that he couldn't manage to carry more in his current state. Shrinking the bag down to a more manageable size, He quietly snuck down the stairs and slipped out the door.

He knew he could always take the night bus to The Burrow, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Dumbledore would just send him right back. The man hadn't listen to him when he'd begged to not go back this year, when he told him about the abuse, why should he now? No, Harry knew that for this summer, maybe even until he turned seventeen, he had to stay away from the wizarding world as a whole. He had grown up thinking he was a muggle, so he could blend in if he had too.

Tears streamed down Snape's face as he cautiously moved towards him. Reaching down, Snape took the gun from Harry's hand and placed it on the small table beside him. "Harry. There's nothing that I can say to…I'm…I'm so sorry. I promise you that you will never go back to them. Ever."

Sobs poured from Harry's mouth. He was so overcome with relief at the Potion Master's words and horror at reliving those awful memories, that he barely felt Snape pick him up. Walking back towards the bed, carefully cradled in warm arms, Harry finally felt safe.

"Thank you. Thank you for believing me. Thank you. Thank you."

Gentle hands stroked his hair. "I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. I promise you and I never go back on my promises Harry. Never."

"Where…how will you keep me safe?"

"I'll find a way. Don't worry. I'll help you. I know…I know you can't believe it now, but it will get better. " Snape tilted Harry's chin. Green eyes met black. "I say this because I know. I know."

Bewildered Harry spoke, "You?"

" When I was about your age actually…I …I can't say that it doesn't change you, because it does. It leaves you darker, stained. Nothing will ever be as pure as before. As good. It's as if some one has removed a piece of you. Burned a bit of your soul away. But there will be a day when you will be able to make those who hurt you pay. I promise you. And I'll be there to make sure you get the chance. "

"You'll help me? Help me get my…my revenge," Harry timidly inquired

"Yes. But first, I have to get you out of this place. This is no place for you."

Snape moved to gather their things, but Harry's small hand stopped him.

"Why did you come here?"

The tall, thin body turned away from him abruptly.

"I…you…it doesn't matter. Not now."

'It does matter. To me. Why did you come here? Did you know it was me when you asked for Raven?"

Snape shook his head. "No. I didn't know it was you. I just asked for someone…with dark hair."

"And small frame."

"Yes. I was lonely." Snape ran a hand through his midnight coloured locks. "You were right about me. I do have to pay to have a human touch me. I'm pathetic, but I'll protect you. You don't have anything to fear from me."

Harry walked to face the man, once nemesis, now savior. Placing his hands on his's chest, Harry rose up on his toes and softly kissed Snape. Startled, the tall man stumbled back.

"No. Don't. Don't think that you have to repay me in someway. You don't. You don't have to do that."

"I..I know I don't. But I want to. I want you to...touch me."

Snape hurriedly moved towards the window,. "You can't mean that. We have a very…interesting relationship to say the least. It's not right. You're not thinking clearly, which is understandable. But you don't want to do this. You'll regret it later, when you've had time to heal."

"Before…before Dudley…I had never." Harry wrapped his arms around his shaking torso. "I want…I need to know that it can be good. That it can be more. More than that, more than this. Please? Please show me?"

"It's wrong Harry. I'm your Professor. You are my student. I can't."

"Please Snape," Harry whispered as he slid his arms around the man's body. "Please. Please touch me. Show me what it's supposed to be. Please. I need to know."

"Harry I..."

"Please."

Harry pressed his lips to the older man's. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. It felt warm and safe and like home. What home was supposed to feel like.

The former Death Eater placed his head against his lightening scared one breaking the sweet kiss. "Harry, I promise I'll show you if you still want me to. After you've had some time. As I said, I am a man of my word, but… not today. Not today. When you really mean it, want it. " Long fingers stroked his face then clasped his hand. "Let us go."

To Be Continued…