Pretty Boy

Chapter 8

The Binds Are Removed

It was now the fourth day since Severus had healed enough to return to Hogwarts, four days since he'd left Harry. He had been gone much longer than anticipated, he'd assumed one day maybe two at the most. No doubt Harry probably thought he wasn't returning. He was hoping Harry hadn't been out at night, to him Harry was his, and at least he wanted him to be. He didn't want to share, he'd have him if it was the last thing he did. Shaking off his possessive thoughts, which had gotten steadily worse over the last few days. He Apparated to Harry's flat, the books shrunk and in his cloak pocket.

The flat was ominously silent, but before jumping to conclusions he went through to what he now knew to be Harry's room. It was a one bedroom flat; Harry had given up his bed for him. Opening the door, he found Harry asleep on the bed, surrounded by books. His lips quirked in amusement, as he walked in, the first year books, Harry had taken his trunk when he left evidently. Moving them off the bed, and into the trunk, HJP seemed to stand out as he looked at it. Definitive proof, if he didn't already have it, that this was indeed Harry Potter.

Severus slowly extracted the book from under Harry's head; he must have fallen asleep reading. He crinkled the corner, marking where Harry had been reading his charms textbook. He must really want to have magic back in his life. Severus moved the hair from Harry's face, looking at him once more. He was absolutely breathtaking; you wouldn't think he was such a…screamer in bed looking at him when he was awake. Fortunately Severus knew what it was like to wear masks, and a child as young as Harry had been shouldn't have to. He trailed his fingers down the smooth creamy flesh, Merlin how he wanted him.

Harry began to wake up; alarmed he opened his eyes when he realized there was someone touching him. Harry left out a breath when he realized it was just Severus; he'd thought the wizard wasn't going to return. Severus was sitting comfortably on his bed, touching him. He felt himself beginning to stir at the innocent touches Severus was giving him. He could see the fondness barely hidden in those black eyes. It made him feel funny inside, out of all the people he could get attracted to why him? Then again Harry knew you couldn't help whom you fell in love with. It was emotional not practical.

"You came back," said Harry, unable to keep every ounce of hope from his voice as he would have liked. He didn't want anyone to see him vulnerable, because then they would just pounce.

"Have you been working since we met?" asked Severus his black eyes boring into Harry's. He'd know if he lied, he had no mind shields whatsoever. He was hoping that Harry wouldn't lie, Severus hated, no in fact, couldn't tolerate lies at all. He did enough lying or being lied to from Dumbledore and Voldemort spying.

"No," said Harry, his eyebrow dipping as if trying to figure out the real reason behind it. There could only be a few reasons, none of which were innocent either way. He was either jealous and didn't want to share, or he didn't want to touch Harry if someone else had.

"Good," said Severus, wincing slightly, he really shouldn't have asked that. Harry didn't belong to him, whether he liked it or not. He was his own man, and he did what he had to because he needs to - not for fun. Moving further up the headboard, sitting on the pillows as Harry remained where he was. The flat was cold, it was no wonder he preferred being under the covers.

Harry got up onto his knees, shovelling himself closer to Severus, sitting on him as his mouth went to Severus' ear and began whispering. "And why is that? Hmm… your body reveals more than you ever will." he could feel Severus stirring under him. He had worked for years; he knew how to arouse someone before even touching them.

Severus chuckled, "Maybe it does, but I know what you are doing, you aren't the only one that can play that game." false honey coated his voice, as a single finger trailed up his leg in a taunting teasingly manner. He smirked in amusement when Harry shuddered in his arms. Oh yes, Harry wouldn't know what hit him. Cupping Harry's bottom, he began to massage him, bringing their covered stirring erections closer together.

Stiffening completely, he realized he was going about it all wrong. He didn't want Harry to think for a second he wanted him just for sex. After all those years of doing what he did, there was little doubt Harry would think that. So with iron control, he managed to get his reactions under control. It had to have been the most difficult thing he'd ever done. Especially when Harry was rocking so provocatively against him, sucking on his neck hard enough to leave a hickey. Something he would probably have to get rid off.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry stopping what he was doing, sensing a distance being put up between them.

"I have found the counter curses for the binds on your magic." said Severus after clearing his throat. He must be an idiot. Who in their right mind gave up a night of passion to remove the bindings? It could have been done in the morning…or way, way later. He had to go about it properly, he wanted Harry to be his yes, but he wasn't going to jeopardize it by going to quickly or making the first thing happening being sex all the time. Once everything was official he would but until then, he'd try his hardest to keep his hands to himself.

"And?" asked Harry, clearly confused, placing his masks up he removed himself from the taller wizard. He could take a hint; he did wonder though what had caused the change. A million thoughts ran through his mind, but none seem to feel right. He looked around, half expecting Dumbledore to be lurking around. It would explain why he seemed very distant.

"I would like to remove them tonight, with your permission." said Severus; he could see Harry was already distancing himself from him. It made him feel extremely guilty but they'd get through it. No doubt this was the first time anyone had ever denied him. Suppressing his amusement tonight was going to be a long night. He had a lot to explain.

"You want to learn magic I am correct?" asked Severus, taking Harry's hand in his and soothingly, brushing his thumb back and forth. Letting him know without saying anything, he wasn't repulsed by Harry or what he'd done. That he'd also would have liked to continue their little…game. Unfortunately Severus was a busy man, and for a man that didn't socialise people would know he was gone. People of course being Dumbledore.

"Obviously," said Harry wryly, his books were lying in his open trunk, it was a sure indicator. Honestly, Snape was a conundrum, he just didn't understand him. One minute he was eager, the next he stopped…now he was stroking his hand? What was he trying to say? This was all new to him really. He'd never had a relationship, if this was what it was.

"You want revenge." said Severus this time he didn't ask it as a question, no he already knew the answer, it was a statement.

Harry looked away, yes he wanted revenge, and he couldn't believe it was that obvious. He'd dreamed of it for years, ever since that night it's all that had gotten him through the first few years. He hadn't understood the graveness of it, to bind someone's magic. He still didn't, but the look on Severus' face had spoken volumes to how bad it was. Then of course the whole 'die' thing had dampened his mood and heightened his fury. If anything the past four days…he'd dreamed and thought of vicious ways to deal with Dumbledore. Each passing hour the picture became more and more vindictive. To a normal person they'd have thought Harry was insane for his thoughts.

"Harry to want revenge is normal, especially considering everything you've been through. He didn't just destroy your childhood, teenage years but your magical education and violated your magic." said Severus gravely, seeing through Harry's defences. He'd also destroyed pretty much any and all innocence Harry had. "I'll teach you everything you need to know, everything you've missed not attending Hogwarts and what the light wouldn't teach you." what the world would frown upon, especially for their hero.

"Why?" asked Harry bitterly, "What's in it for you?"

"He's also destroyed your faith in people, but considering the world we live in…it had to happen, I am just angry that it happened so soon. No child should at the age of eleven distrust people so much." said Severus, "I know the feeling, I didn't trust many people either, but at least I had a few people - you had no one."

Harry remained quiet his face still impassive.

"I admit I do have ulterior motives. I loathe Dumbledore; I also hate spying on the Dark Lord. I wish to end it; together we may be able to do so. Getting revenge against both of them at the same time. I help you, in turn when you get your revenge you'll be helping me." said Severus quickly before Harry could speak or think he was right.

"A side against them both I assume?" stated Harry.

"Not much of one, but yes, we certainly are against both of them." said Severus simply.

"That's all you want in turn?" asked Harry, staring straight at Severus; he just had to be sure.

"Yes." stated Severus once again caught in those dark yet gorgeous emerald eyes.

"Fine," said Harry, "I can live with that." especially if Voldemort and Dumbledore didn't.

"You have a godfather; I forgot to mention it the last time I was here. His name is Black." said Severus. He couldn't bring himself to say his first name, it was as if a stone lodged in his throat.

Harry's eyes darkened further, "Let me guess he thought I'd be much happier in the Muggle world away from magic?" sneered Harry.

"Actually no, he was wrongfully arrested of your parent's murder; everyone assumed Black was their secret keeper. He was freed when you were thirteen years old, after revealing Pettigrew for what he was. Dumbledore told him that you did not want to see him. It did devastate him; he's been a walking zombie since. As much as it turns my stomach to admit he does love you." said Severus quietly.

"Secret Keeper? What did he know where they lived?" asked Harry blinking blankly at Severus. The way he'd said it, made him think he wasn't getting the entire picture.

"It's a spell; it keeps a property and the people within it completely of the radar. Such as putting someone into the witness protection programme and in a secure home where even GPS doesn't work." said Severus trying to tell Harry in a Muggle way he could comprehend. "The Dark Lord could have pressed his face against the house they were in, but he would see nothing, he couldn't get to them. Only one person knew their location, they are commonly referred to as the secret keepers. The secret keeper told the Dark Lord where they were and the magic was destroyed."

"I see," said Harry, his eyebrows puckered as he thought on it all.

"I must warn you Harry, removing the bindings…will be very painful." said Severus.

"How painful?" asked Harry immediately.

"On a scale from one to ten I'd say nine," replied Severus, then again it was all based on Harry's pain tolerance.

"I'll be fine," shrugged Harry, "I'm used to pain." its all he'd known the first eleven years of his life.

"I cannot give you anything for the pain until afterwards; you need to be completely awake and alert. You need to control your magic, which will be difficult but you cannot let it go haywire." said Severus sternly, conveying the importance of the request.

"Okay," said Harry his voice full of doubt, he could barley control his magic as it was, yet Severus was asking him to control more? This wasn't going to be easy that's for sure.

"Have you ever done any meditating?" asked Severus seeing Harry's doubt.

"Um, not much, some." said Harry.

"Just try that," said Severus, "Lie down, get as comfortable as you can."

Harry took a deep breath as Severus got up from the bed, and lay down. His apprehension and worry shining briefly before they became closed off. Whether he knew it or not he knew the basic of keeping his emotions in check. Which meant Occlumency and meditation would come easy for Harry.

That done Severus began chanting, a blue dome glowed briefly around the room before disappearing into the walls. It would stop Harry from being traced magically, he'd created the spell. It was similar to his Muffliato spell, instead of voice's it stopped magic from getting out. That done he placed a silencing spell around them, he didn't want anyone bursting in thinking he was murdering Harry. Which was a possibility, after all Harry would be screaming murder by the time he was done.

"Are you ready?" asked Severus placing the parchment with the counter spells in front of him.

"Just do it." said Harry; he just wanted it over with, no stalling.

Sensing Harry's desire for it to be done immediately, he nodded, placed a containment spell on the bed, stopping him from falling off. He started; he had to release them in the opposite order of when they'd been placed. So the first one to go was the one Dumbledore put on during Harry's first year.

He gritted his teeth and continued chanting the different counter-charms as Harry screamed in agony. The room was heating uncomfortably as Harry's magic came alive. The light was blinding, as his magical actually took on a physical colour, obscuring Harry from view. The last one was by far the worst, Harry had sounded as though he was being tortured viciously. He'd never heard anyone scream that way; it must have been the biggest block yet.

Severus' wand arm fell limply to his side, as he used his left arm to wipe the sweat running down his face. Whether it was due to the magic or the heat, Severus did not know. Despite the binds being off, Harry was still writhing in pain. He was having trouble controlling his magic.

"Harry, don't fight it, accept the magic, it's part of you," said Severus soothingly, touching Harry but jerking back, Merlin he felt as if he was on fire. "Its fine Harry, just calm down, accept it, it's yours and yours alone to control. That's it, nice and easy does it." he said as Harry finally began to calm, his body didn't jerk and writhe in pain so much.

Harry listened to Severus' voice, finding himself calming down just hearing it. Every nerve in his body felt as though it was on fire. Deep inside of him felt as though he was going to explode. Was this how he would have died? If the binds hadn't been removed? He owed Severus everything it seemed, his very life. Then finally it stopped as if it never even started.

"Drink these," said Severus softly, cupping him head, Harry barely aware leaned into the comfort that had been denied to him. Swallowing the potion, another was placed in front of him, then another, before Harry lost all sense of himself and drifted off to sleep.

Severus banished the vials; he'd given Harry a grade ten pain reliever, mixed with a muscle relaxant. One to bring his fever down and another to let him sleep. He spelled Harry clean and dry, before covering him with his duvet. Just then an owl swooped in, with no letter. The owl looked familiar to him, if he wasn't mistaken it was Ginny Weasley's, he'd seen it in Grimmauld Place. Evidently it wasn't her familiar, she must have been meant for Harry. It didn't surprise him that she'd been able to sense him through the ward he'd placed. He'd found out soon after creating them, that the 'magshield' he had up and 'Muffliato' didn't work on animals. It was weird, but it was as if animals were on a different frequency.

Not willing to leave Harry again, just in case he suffered any ill affects during the night or in the morning. He removed his cloak and trousers before sliding into the bed next to him. This place wasn't secure, he didn't feel right leaving Harry here, but until he could convince him to come to Hogwarts. It's where they'd need to remain, or at least Harry would. He'd need to plan something; he couldn't show up as Harry Potter, he didn't want Dumbledore getting his hands on him.

And Harry now has his magic back...someone has asked for Moody's death not to be so sudden, so would you like to see the fight then? R&R please