Two people, a world renown sneering potion master and a beautiful young world saviour that also happened to be a whore, sat or lay in the most evil dark lord of the time's bed chamber. They both tried to avoid each others eyes, and yet seem non-challent about it. Snape cleared his throat, his third attempt to start a conversation. Harry ignored it, as he had the other attempts. Then a question came to mind and he turned to his elder.
"Severus, what side are you on?" although Harry didn't specify what he was talking about, he could have been taking about a board game or a game of chess, it was obvious what he was implying.
"Now? While considering Voldemort and Dumbledore are of near equal power, there would be no end to this war. That if of course until one of them died of some invariable disease such as wizard flu or even death. But then take into account a third party, yourself Mr. Potter."
"I told you call me Harry."
"Alright, when you are brought into all this, which ever side you are on will undoubtedly win. So far the Headmaster has taken your siding for granted. So to answer your inquisition of whose side am I on, I answer with I am on your side." finished Snape made it sound unimportant that he'd just given his life to Harry, telling him that his alliance rested in his tiny hands.
"And… And if I stay neutral?" came the hesitant question.
"Then it would probably be within my best interest to be neutral too. Though I would dabble on both sides near the end, that would give me power and fame when I am on the victorious side."
"A Slytherin to the end."
"Of course."
"have you ever been loyal to Dumbledore, or have you just always been loyal to yourself?"
"at one point in time I wanted repentance for my numerous sins, I went to Dumbledore and for sometime I was loyal to him. But what he held over me now doesn't bother me as much as it once did. But that also meant at a time I was loyal to Voldemort."
"Why'd you join him?"
"Why are you asking so many meddlesome questions?"
"Because I want to know."
"Brat. I concede I shall tell you. I, like so many other Death Eathers, believed in the cause. But then I grew weary of his half truths and sought my own proof. I found they were much the same as wizards. They have actually been able to adapt better then we have to the changing of the times. New break through happen almost daily. They are intelligent life forms and don't deserve to be slaughtered like cattle, or treated like dirt. Then I thought of all the infants, children, brothers and sisters, mother and father, aunts and uncles I'd killed. I couldn't take the guilt of it all. I went to seek out Albus."
"so you went for the cause?" came the low question, almost a statement from the subdued boy.
"Yes, I wanted to help the cause. I wanted to save the wizarding would. But let me ask you a question in turn Harry. What do you want? What could drive you enough that would sway you? Vengeance against Albus? Against your relatives? What. Mr. Potter, boy-who-lived do you want?" Snape was looking intently at Harry, truly curious. It was quiet for a long moment. Severus wasn't sure he was going to answer the query at all. But then the almost silent whisper of a word escaped the boys bruised lips.
"Power."
It was not what the potion master had expected. He breathed out the question, "Why?" before he could stop himself.
"so I can be something, other then what I am?" Snape didn't know what he was talking about. Did he want the power so he wouldn't be a whore? Severus was just about to ask. But the boy chocked out more words that made a world of sense.
"Helpless, Severus. I don't want to be helpless anymore, or ever again."
Shocked was the only way to describe how Snape felt. This 15 year old boy, with more power then Dumbledore and Voldemort, wanted more power because he thought himself helpless. He was anything but, really, he just didn't know it. Harry had apparently taken his silence the wrong way. He got up and walked into the bathroom. Several moments later Snape could hear the bath running.
But Severus wasn't finished yet, he needed to know if the boy would join the dark side. so with a loud knock he entered the bathroom, muttering some silencing, privacy and locking charms. He did not want to be heard or interrupted. Especially by the man that owned these rooms, the dark lord.
"Mr. Potter I was not finished talking to you," he sneered.
"And yet I was finished talking to you?" Questioned the boy as he slipped into the bath.
"Well then, you won't be disappointed, because I have to talk to you about something… Harry," he added with some hesitation. Harry huffed and pouted like a little child, Severus was happy to see. It meant not all his innocence was lost.
"I need to talk to you about which side of the war you will choose."
"What do you mean, it's not like I really have a choice in the matter now do I? I am the poster boy for the light, saviour of all wizarding kind," he sneered with disgust.
"And that is exactly the reason I must speak with you about your options. Harry you do have a choice. You can choose to forsake the light, the people that left you with those animals. I will not disillusion you; the supposed dark side is not all hugs and kiss's. though we both know that's not the light side either. There is the 3rd option of staying neutral, taking the Slytherin way out and leaving well enough alone. I must press upon you the seriousness of this decision and that you are the deciding factor in this war. Where Dumbledore will treat you as a pawn if you go back, Voldemort will give you what you wish if you stay. And staying neutral you will be your own person for probably the first time everin your life. That is all that I have to say." This was the first time Harry had heard Snape talk about something other then potions so passionately about. But he really didn't know what to say on the subject that was presently being discussed. So to avoid the matter he did the only thing he could think of that would stop the conversation, the only thing he knew how to do properly.
"Why are you talking of such things now," pouted Harry, raising himself out of the tub. He propped his leg up just in time. Giving him the illusion of being covered, at lest some what. Severus could have moved only inches to see what the boy was hiding, but he didn't.
"this must be boring you to pieces," said Harry silkily, sliding down the tile on the bathroom floor so his chest was on the ground.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Snape asked, his voice high and a little shaky.
"Something fun?" replied Harry in a question, eyes shinning in innocence.
"You don't have to do this Harry," Snape said in a soft voice. "You can just say no and I'll stop talking about it."
"You're saying no?" asked Harry in a small and puzzled voice. He quickly grasped a towel and wrapped it around his waste, looking eerily like a lost child that had been hurt. He seemed almost close to tears, Severus didn't understand.
"I am saying no? to what?" Severus questioned confused, what had he just refused, well other then sex, but it wasn't like Harry actually wanted to have sex with him.
"my body, you don't want it. I know you want me; you reacted to me in the bedroom. But now you're cold and caring and you don't want me. What do you want from me?" Harry sobbed, unable to stop. No one had ever said no to him. It wasn't that he was mad at the potion master fur refusing. They where tears of relief and of past pain, tears of happiness and longing. His pride wasn't hurt, it had finally started to mend.
He felt warm hands reach around his back and he stiffened, thinking Severus had reconsidered. But they just wrapped him in a hug. The warm arms pulled him closed to the body they were attached too. Professor Snape sat there, Harry Potter wrapped in his warm embrace, sobbing and thought, why me?
And as it things couldn't get worse, the dark lord burst through his wards and opened the door. Wondering why the bathroom had been warded so heavily. Walking in on his Potion Master holding Harry Potter was not what he'd expected.
When Severus saw the expression on Voldemort's snake like face he said the only thing that came to mind. "This isn't what it looks lik!"
A/N: Terribly sorry for the wait. Funny thing is I've have this written out for about a week and only typed it up now. Really sorry. But well here it is and now the action is finally starting. New chapter you'll find out why the dark lord is so enraged. And hopefully more plot will be added. XD. Please REVIEW and go have a look at my other stories. REVIEW.