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Oblivion

Chapter 10

"No." Albus said quietly. Poppy looked from his stiff figure to Severus and back again.

"I am sorry. I was…I was not myself. But I make no excuses for what I have done and if you see fit," Severus paused to calm himself breaking the stream of words. "If you see fit to remove me from my position I will go."

"I must have misunderstood you. You…raped Harry?" Albus shook his head. "Nonsense. What makes you think you…did such a thing! You wouldn't."

"I broke into his mind. We were doing," He looked to Poppy. "The extra lessons you requested and I, was not in a good mood. My memory had become choppy and I was frustrated at a block I felt but couldn't figure what from and I just knew it had to do with Potter. So I performed Legilimency on him and dug up…his memories."

"How…how do you know they were real memories? Nightmares…you and he don't get along. For all you know it was a daydream. Stop this foolishness at once." Albus turned away.

Severus turned his attention to Poppy. "I believe Potter used Obliviate on me. It was a shoddily done piece of work, which you could probably break as pieces of the memory were leaking back to me. Then we will know."

Madam Pomfrey started towards him hesitantly. "Severus you don't really think you…"

"Potter's behaviour this evening merely compounds what I suspect. As we speak he is probably tossing and turning in his bed hoping I'm not telling." Severus sneered weakly. "He even tried to manipulate me into not telling when I saw his memory and he realized his charm was faulty."

She pursed her lips stubbornly and waved her wand over him doing a diagnostic. He watched her face and saw the exact point her denial turned to disbelief.

"There's…an Obliviate on you..."

Severus heard as Albus turned his attention back to them but couldn't look. "I wish you to remove it. I'd at least like to…remember my side of what I did."

He kept his attention solely on Poppy as she did her work and shut his eyes as she removed the charm. The evening came back to him in a vivid rush that made him pale.

"At least I didn't hurt him." He whispered to himself. Severus opened his eyes and finally looked to Albus. "My shields are down. You can look for yourself."

Albus' eyes locked with his and he opened willingly to the search. He progressed through the memory slowly and it was with a flush of shame Severus felt his body responding to the images. By the time Albus withdrew, his neck was red and he could no longer bear to look the man in the face.

"I…I am, truly, sorry." He looked to the floor rebuilding his mental walls. He could feel the penetrating blue gaze on him but refused to meet it.

"It is late." Albus' voice was cold. "I will speak with you and Harry tomorrow."

Severus removed himself from the bed and left the infirmary, the disappointment, betrayal and disgust in the voice of the person he'd always counted on following him.

Harry wrung his hands nervously as he rode the griffin staircase up to Professor Dumbledore's office. He didn't know why he'd been called here but Professor McGonagall had told him the Headmaster wanted to speak to him.

'Professor Snape didn't tell. He couldn't have or he wouldn't have been at breakfast this morning and the whole school would be buzzing, what with the school governors and Ministry having heard and it getting to the Prophet and all...' Harry sighed in relief. So it wasn't that. So why did the Headmaster want to see him? Maybe about Sirius? Or to check up on how the lesson were going.

Harry stepped off the stairs and knocked on the door to Dumbledore's office lightly.

"Come on."

Harry pushed open the door and stuck his head in, worried again. Professor Dumbledore sounded…serious. He looked it too. Harry fidgeted under the gaze and sat himself in the chair across from him. The blue eyes were not twinkling and if anything he looked sorrowful.

"Err, is everything okay professor?"

"Yes Harry." Albus gave him a small sad smile. "One more person is coming to this meeting. He should be here in a few so please relax. Would you like tea? Or a lemon drop?"

Harry let out a small laugh. "No thank you." Inside he was pondering. No. Snape would not tell! He'd be fired. An outcast! He didn't need that in his life with how much he was disliked already. So he cast his gaze around the room taking in the cupboard with Dumbledore's penseive and the sword of Gryffindor among other trinkets with the Sorting Hat atop it, unmindful of when the last guest entered.

Suddenly Albus conjured a chair next to his startling Harry who jumped, and faced him.

"Headmaster," A composed, reserved voice greeted Professor Dumbledore before Severus Snape sat himself down next to him.
Harry gaped openmouthed. "W-what's he doing here!"

"Mr. Potter, no matter how…persuasive your arguments were last night, I have a duty to this school as a teacher and an adult with morals to," Snape paused. "Inform the Headmaster of transgressions. Whether someone else's or my own." He finished quietly looking at Harry with shuttered eyes.

Harry blinked in shock before turning to Professor Dumbeldore. "What did he tell you? Did he say that he…raped me? Because he didn't! He doesn't understand! He…I asked, I went to him, I…I wanted it!"

Professor Dumbledore frowned. "Severus said that he was under the influence of a potion."

"Yes! But I came to him and I-I…enjoyed it." Harry flushed. "He didn't rape me! We had sex."

"Mr. Potter I would never…"

Albus raised a hand cutting Severus off. "Student teacher relationships are not allowed before the age of consent. And you are not seventeen Mister Potter. Beside that, Severus had the Obliviate you placed on him removed by Madam Pomfrey." Harry paled drastically. "He remembers what happens and I…I myself viewed his memory. You were attacked," Albus shot a look at Professor Snape. "Even if you were not physically harmed, and forced to engage in activity of a sexual nature with your Professor. Even if you think you enjoyed it because of…your bodily response it is not right and we will deal with this." Albus leaned forward over his desk to Harry who was shaking his head as his eyes teared up. "But please, tell me why you deny what happened? Why didn't you tell someone? What did you feel the need to hide?"

AN: I can't stand idiots...I believe they should be shot, quatered and feed to vultures. Unfortunately I live with one, don't have a gun, can't find info on that old-time torture and the only place to find vultures is in Australia or Africa or someplace like that. WhereI am not.