A/N: Okay, so I've been thinking to myself that Snape would obviously have wards around his private rooms, but maybe not his classroom, so I've put the pensieve in a lightly warded cupboard and I'm just going to assume that Snape is simply to busy to worry about students finding it who actually know how to use it.
Sorry this took so long guys, I've had a difficult last few days but I finally found the time to finish this chapter and will be working on the next asap. Enjoy. (Warning, this chapter is heavily filled with sex, rape, violence, swearing and pretty scary thoughts but there is a warning up before the sex scene so if you don't want to read about that kind of stuff I suggest heading the warning or just don't read the chapter.)
Disclaimer: I, unfortunatly, do not own Harry Potter nor anything associated with the Harry Potter series or Warner Bros. productions and can only take credit for what my own mind has come up with.
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It was a while before Harry found an opportunity to sneak back into Snape's rooms once more. But he found his opportunity on the second night of the Christmas holidays, when even Ron and Hermione had gone home for the holidays and Harry had stayed behind, claiming he was going to head to Grimmauld Place as soon as Dumbledore cleared the Order out of the house.
So, knowing that Snape would be away at the Order meeting, Harry bound down to Snape's rooms at midnight and slid into Snape's classroom, uncharming the door so that he was able to sneak in and find Snape's pensieve.
Harry stood before the shimmering bowl, thinking hard about wanting to know what had gone on between the first and last memories he had seen, hoping that this would work to find him the right memory he leaned forward and was met with the expected feeling that he was falling headfirst down a long, dark tunnel and with no noise what so ever he came to land on a dusty stone floor of what appeared to be a disused classroom.
Harry stood and turned to look behind him, finding a similar looking teenage Sirius and Snape to the last two memories, though a quick glance out the window told Harry it was winter but it hadn't quite began to snow just yet, meaning he had hit his target of being in the middle of the two memories, but he frowned as he watched the secne unfold before him.
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They stared at each other, blood boiling instantly, one ready to burst and the other standing calmly waiting for the attack.
Like a speeding bullet Sirius swung his fist around and it clashed like thunder against the pallid cheek of the black haired Slytherin in front of him. Severus clutched his cheek, tears springing to the front of his eyes. That had really stung.
He was caught slightly off balance by Sirius forcefully grabbing a handful of his long hair, pulling on it hard so his head was forced back and twisted slightly to the side to add extra pain to his neck. Sirius frowned angrily, "Pathetic." he sneered, growling in such an animalistic way that only he could pull off.
He watched the blood drip from Severus' mouth down his chin, and grinned evilly. Severus was flung to the floor; landing with a resounding thud on the wooden floor boards of the classroom they occupied, his small body ached with the force of the blow on his back from his landing and from the sudden hard kick Sirius planted in the younger boy's side. He quickly followed with two hard kicks to Severus' extremely thin stomach, knowing there was barely any fat or muscle there to protect him from the forcefulness of the blows, before he dropped to his knee's, an evil smirk on his face while he watched Severus squirm, "You love it, don't you? Sick bitch." he spat out horribly, his voice was filled with such hatred that the sound of it was what triggered Severus' crying, not the pain he was feeling.
Severus was used to pain at the hands of his enemy. Sirius and his friends had bullied, tormented and beaten him ever since 1st year and over the last few months the violence between Sirius and Severus had escalated to extreme measures. Severus had become much more accustomed to the pain and had accepted it as the price to pay to spend time with the teenager he both hated and loved.
Sirius roughly grabbed Severus' chin and planted a hard, bruising kiss on the pale pink lips. They were both gasping for breath, deepening the kiss while Sirius continued to hit and cause the younger as much pain as he possibly could, removing his remaining clothes at the same time.
*WARNING: THIS IS THE SEX SCENE! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ SCROLL DOWN TO THE POINT WHERE IT ENDS!*
Sirius was to horny to bother with foreplay tonight, and he knew he would have to return to bed soon because some people would start waking up in about 3 or so hours, so he stripped him self of his remaining clothes and shoved open Severus' legs, though he didn't have to force him as Severus spread his legs wide enough for Sirius to settle between them. Sirius placed himself at Severus' unprepared entrance and smirked, venomously whispered in his ear, "Whore." before thrusting in with all of his force, breaking past the tight ring of muscle to the heat inside. The younger teen beneath him bit into his bottom lip hard, drawing blood and muffling his own screams as well as he could. The tears were flowing fast down his cheeks but he refused to take his eyes of Sirius.
He had to see him on top of himself, thrusting into him relentlessly. Most of the pain dulled as the pleasure of their fast paced fucking broke through, Severus moaned quietly, listening and savoring the sounds of Sirius' misplaced cursing, panting and moaning.
"Fuck...so damn tight...shit." Sirius panted out, thrusting hard into Severus who wrapped his arms around Sirius' neck for support, stroking one of his skeleton like, pale hands softly through the sweat matted hair. Severus could feel his own blood trickling out off his ass, lubing Sirius' dick and he knew how badly injured he was, but he savored it. He needed it. It was from Sirius and to him that meant it was perfect.
Sirius felt his balls tightening and moaned loudly as his orgasm hit, simultaneously with Severus' orgasm. They rode out the last few waves of pleasure, Sirius collapsed out of exhaustion right on top of Severus, not caring that he had hurt and winded the smaller boy. Severus wrapped his shaking arms around Sirius, knowing it was the closest to affection he would ever get while Sirius regained his strength.
Severus raised his head and looked down to his chest where Sirius' head was resting and he croaked out a weak, pain filled, "I love you" before he cried again silently. It was all he could do as he watched the older boy stand and redress, cleaning himself off with Severus' shirt, not caring that the Slytherin would have nothing to wear back to his room other then his pants and cloak. Sirius gave him a distasteful look but he didn't hit him, the look Severus gave him, still crying softly, made him stop for a moment and think of what he had done to the Slytherin boy. It had happened a few times recently, when Sirius stopped long enough to see Severus' heart shatter more in his bottomless black eyes, gazing over all the multicoloured bruises and scattered scars he had left on the 16 year old.
He turned to leave but Severus, for all the pain it caused him, moved quickly grabbing Sirius' hand and holding it close to his chest, just above his heart. Sirius could feel the racing heartbeat against his knuckles, and Severus' labored breathing. He looked up at him again, slowly sobbing, "Please...don't leave." he cried out, his voice nothing but a cracked whisper. There was barely any of the old Snape left and Sirius knew that was down to him, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to care.
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For all the times he hated himself for being so cruel, he looked at Severus and just couldn't bring himself to care. He hated the Slytherin and he didn't entirely know why anymore. Severus collapsed at his feet; he no longer had the strength to hold himself up anymore. He lost his grip on Sirius' hand and instead cradled his head in his arms. Sirius knew why. The smaller boy was schizophrenic and he was sure that the voices he heard in his head where screaming at him, teasing him, and the fragile body shook as the cracked whispers of Severus pleading with his own mind drifted to Sirius' ears, "Please...I'm sorry...it hurts...please stop."
Sirius couldn't make himself move, he knew he should but he couldn't. He dropped into the closest chair and watched Severus shiver on the ground, still naked and covered in his own blood and the evidence of what had just happened.
Sirius's body moved of its own accord, he grabbed the already soiled shirt and started cleaning off as much as he could. Severus just lay on the ground watching him. He had stopped talking but he was still shaking violently and his eyes killed Sirius. He kicked himself for risking looking into the dull, black orbs, surrounded by black bruises and fatigued features. In Severus's eyes he could see the boy's heart breaking, all the pain he had suffered in his short life there on display for him to see. His eyes were haunted and painful, and Sirius had to look away. He traced one finger over Severus' body, starting at his forehead, around his eyes, over his sullen cheeks and thin pale lips that were tinted a slight blue, down his thin neck and over his heaving chest.
His small frame was so feminine that, even though he was naked, he still looked very girlish. His stomach was tiny, his chest and abs showed almost no sign of fat or muscle and most of his ribs stuck out through his chest, if he got any thinner he'd be a skeleton with skin. His tiny bruised hips and spindly hairless legs trembled under the Gryffindor's ministrations.
"Sirius?" Severus whispered, and like a match had been struck Sirius felt a pang of anger hearing his name coming from those lips and couldn't restrain the sharp slap he delivered to the shallow cheek, making Severus's head snap sideways and for him to cry out. Only this time he didn't hold onto the abused area, he remained motionless, only his sobbed, labored breathing and shaking moving his small body. He opened his mouth slightly and whispered, "I'm sorry." his voice so broken and lost that it didn't sound like him at all.
Severus had completely snapped. He had known where he stood before. He had been the victim for Sirius's bullying, then his personal punching bag and fuck toy. And Severus had fallen in love with him, he couldn't stop himself. But tonight Sirius hadn't left; he'd stayed and watched him fight with the voices. He'd sat next to him and cleaned him and caressed his body gently, a sign that he acknowledged his presence and the pain he was going through, and Severus couldn't handle that. He didn't know how to handle this sudden show of affection and the only thing that he could do was question it. But when he'd spoken his lover's name, he'd been punished. He didn't understand and his mind was incapable of registering Sirius switching personalities so quickly, and he'd completely broke.
Not knowing what else to do he did what he did as a child and laid on his side curled into a ball, tucking his legs against his chest and pulling his arms close to him, as if they would be bitten off by a shark if he were to move them outwards. He stared unblinkingly at the wall he was facing, the plain grey stone reflected his foggy and aching mind, he couldn't move and he didn't.
That scared Sirius more then anything. When his young victim just lay curled in on himself, not moving, not blinking. "Snape?" he questioned, but he got no answer. He didn't even flinch when he said it harsher or when he shoved his boney shoulder; he just allowed his body to fall forward slightly. Sirius shook him gently, "Severus?" he whispered, his own voice reflecting his fear of what the teen was doing. He didn't know what else to do so he laid his own cloak over the small, fragile boy and gathered him up into his arms, cradling the living corpse the was his lover, knowing it was all his fault.
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Harry was thrown so forcefully from the pensieve, that his body cracked heavily against the stone wall opposite the glittering bowl of memories and with a slight dry heave, he was heavily sick on the stone cold floor, tears falling freely from his eyes. Never had he witnessed something so horrific in his life and he was beginning to wonder if he even wanted to see his godfather ever again.
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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the latest chapter (as well as enjoying the story so far overall) and I hope to finished and upload the next chapter soon. Please remember to comment/review, all are still greatly appreciated. Thank you.