Learning To Love

Chapter 10: Nightmares and Comfort

Sorry everyone for not updating sooner. So much has been going on that prevented me from doing so. Last year a Tornado had hit our house, so for the whole summer had been spent with contractors crawling around. In November my grandfather had a heart attack; thankfully he was fine and is back to his normal self (ignoring Doctors orders to take it easy and rest).

I was hoping that I would've been able to get this out by December but work was hellish and had been working almost every morning, which was a little difficult after doing majority of nights. In February I had been in a car accident (I'm okay some stupid bitch ran a red light) and then spent most of the month of March sick with Walking Pneumonia.

I had gotten this finished by the end of March beginning of April but had trouble with internet access. I've finally got internet access, so here's the next chapter of Learning to Love.

Warning: A little dark in nature…

Severus's eyes shot open. Confusion gracing his features, wondering what it was that woke him up from the dead of sleep. He dragged his body into a sitting position on the bed, quickly clearing the cobwebs of sleep from his mind as he focused on trying to find the sound that interrupted his sleep.

His senses went into full alert when a pained and terrified scream tore through the night's silence. The Potion Master practically threw himself off his bed in panic and ran out of the bedroom, making his way to the source of the screams- images sprouting from his sleep addled mind of an unlikely Death Eater attack on his house guest spurred him to very nearly fly down the hall.

When Severus came to the bedroom where Potter was staying he threw open the door so hard the inside knob imbedded itself into the wall. The sight that greeted the older wizard was not quite what he had been imagining but horrible non-the-less. The young Gryffindors' body was taunt, bent in an unnatural angle while his face- tears pouring from tightly shut eyes- was screwed up in pain and terror. Severus quickly made his way to the side of the bed, another scream tearing from Potter's throat.

Darkness was the only thing that Harry could see. He glanced around in confusion, trying to find something other than the pitch black that seemed like was slowly growing darker and colder by the second.

"It's all your fault." a male's voice rang out suddenly from the silence behind him. Harry turned around, letting out a surprised gasp when he saw who belonged to the mysterious voice.

"It would have been different if you would have just left without me. I could be out living my life if you would've kept to yourself." the male claimed, anger leaking from this statement.

"But..." Harry tried to get a word in, but was cut off by the male.

"You just had to be a heroic Gryffindor. Look at how far that has gotten you. My death is your fault."

"Cedric..." Harry choked out the man's name.

"Potter..." A snarl appeared on the dead Hufflepuff's ashen face.

"I didn't know it was a Portkey. I didn't…" Harry started, trying to think of what to say while tears started to leak from his emerald eyes.

"You might not have known but you have the habit of dragging others into your little heroic act causing those around you to be killed…" Cedric spat. "I'm not the only person who got too close to you and was killed because of it."

"If you had just done as you were told and learned Occlumency I wouldn't have gone after you trying to save your life only to lose my own. It's all because of your stupidity." A new voice chimed in. Harry head whipped over to the side where the familiar voice came from he thought for a second he might have snapped his own neck. Stepping out of the shadows was the one person the young wizard missed most.

"Sirius" His godfather's name came as a chocked sob.

"I was wrong. You are nothing like James. He would be disappointed that his only son, whom he died for, is a worthless freak that can't even stand up to a muggle." Harry flinched at the harsh words coming from the man whom he looked up to as a father figure.

"It's ironic that the whole Wizarding World is looking up to you. Waiting for you to save them from a crazed Dark Lord who is slowly taking over this world and killing anyone who gets in his way; and yet you can't even prevent that whale of a muggle from making you his fuck toy and whipping post." Cedric commented, a dark chuckle escaping past his blue lips.

"If you're all the Wizarding World has to stop Voldemort they might as well give up now. You getting rid of that maniac is a laugh." Sirius's lifeless blue/grey eyes bore into his soul. Weighing him down with guilt at both the young Wizard that was taken before his prime and older whom was just starting to get his first taste of freedom in fifteen years.

"Maybe if they just hand his insignificant hide over to Voldemort they can make a deal and everyone can live in peace." A voice chimed in.

"No one would miss the brat. He'd be out of everyone's hair and we would all get our justice by the ultimate pain and torture he would be put through before his slow and horrific death." An additional voice affirmed, this one being a female. Both voices sounded familiar to Harry but he was unable to place them, until the two figures stepped out of the darkest corner.

"Dad…Mom…" Harry whimpered as the two people he loved and hoped to love him most in the world stood next to his godfather. The four figures' ashen skin and lifeless- black circled eyes tugged at his heart; knowing that their ghastly appearance was cause by him getting them all killed.

"Our murderer doesn't deserve to even call us by our names, much less 'mom and dad'." Lily Potter scorned.

"The boy doesn't even deserve to be using the Potter name." James Potter sneered. "No son of mine would be too weak to stand up to a muggle."

"As far as I'm concerned dear, we have no son" Lily cooed to her husband, winding an arm through one of James own.

"Too right my Lily-pad." James smiled down at his wife. "Come Sirius, Cedric. We'll leave this pathetic excuse of a Wizard to be taken care of by someone who will get the job done for us."

"Freak, did you think you could escape from me?" Vernon Dursley's voice rang through Harry's ears.

"No…please…" Harry sobbed harder as his uncle came to a stop in front of him.

"Bring your kind into my house and threatening my family." Vernon yelled, his face bright red. The young Wizard didn't see the large hand coming at him to slap him until the force caused him to fall to the ground. "You'll never be able to escape Potter. You're little friends and the Headmaster of your freaky school will continue to send you back here. They don't care about you. You're just a tool to be used."

Dursley kneeled on the ground next to the sprawled boy while a twisted grin covered his face. He grabbed at the baggy pants that meagerly protected the boy from his unwanted attentions and ripped them and the flimsy cloth of a shirt off of the emaciated body. The muggle undid his own pants, pulling both them and his boxers to his thick thighs, freeing his prick from its confinement.

"No! No don't please." Harry begged when he realized what his uncle was planning to do.

"You beg so pretty Freak." He said, forcing his body in-between the thin legs. "Has that Professor of your freak school gotten a chance to enjoy your begging yet?" Harry screamed as the plump cock rammed through his abused hole. "This is all you're good for Potter. You're nothing but a slut. Here only as a body to use up until no one has a use for your worthless carcass."

"Stop! No!" Harry yelled, weakly trying to push his uncle away from him, desperately trying to get the monster to stop his abuse.

"Do you really think you can stop me? You're nothing but a pitiable excuse of life." Vernon yelled grabbing Harry's arm and twisting it up sharply. The young man screamed as the bone in his arm snapped. A dark chuckle came from the eldest Dursley as he continued to thrust his hips, propelling his swollen penis into the tight cavity. Vernon let out a grunt while changing the angle of his thrusts; a smirk fell across his face when his victim let out a small scream when the mushroomed head of his prick prodded the small bundle of nerves.

"You like that don't you slut." The beast wheezed as he grasped Harry's twitching dick in his meaty hand. Harry let out another sharp sob as his uncle squeezed the organ.

"No…don't…please." He pleaded. Tears fell from his jade eyes and ran down his face, tumbling into his hair below. Another scream escaped past his lips as the head of Vernon's cock hit his prostate with each forward stroke causing blood rush to his own in unwanted excitement.

"I knew it. You do like this, don't you Freak." Vernon panted his face red from over exertion. His hand tightened around the boy's prick and started pumping it in timed to his thrusts. The man place his other hand on Harry's protruding hip, pulling and tilting the young male's body to position it in the right angle for him to receive the most pleasure.

"Ahh…That's it…" Vernon muttered when he slid into the tight hole deeper, his length brushing the "p- spot" with every thrust. Harry felt a tightening building up in his abdomen and his testes drawing to up to his body. More tears escaped his eyes as his body betrayed his and let go, causing the walls around the intruding object to seize and his erection to erupt, spilling his spunk over his uncle's clenched fist. Harsh sobs escaped him as he felt his innards' walls coated with sperm. Harry tilted his head to the side, humiliated and shamed at what had transpired. His eyes meet similar green eyes. The four figures had stood to the side, watching the happenings with smirks on their faces.

"…why?" He questioned, wondering why they just stood there and didn't even try to help him.

"Cause this is what you deserve." Cedric spat.

"Why would we want to help you? This is our justice." Sirius said smug at the performance.

"This is all you're good for boy." James declared.

"You should get it through your skull by now that no one wants you. The only thing your good for is for a quick fuck." Lily affirmed.

"Even your own parents agree with what I've always told you boy." Vernon laughed, while pulling his now limp cock from the leaking hole. "You're nothing but a Freak!" The world around Harry started fading out, only the harsh sounds of the five ringing through his head as he was suddenly jerked out of his nightmare.

"No….Stop…" Were the words Severus heard when he approached the young Wizard. The Death Eater turned Spy's heart clenched in his chest when he heard Harry's murmured in between sobs and screams. It was the broken whisper "…P…Please…" that had Severus moving again. The only thing flashing through his head was that he had to help the teenager, who was stuck in the darkest corners of his sleeping mind. He slowly lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to think of a way to wake the inhabitant of said bed without causing more distress.

"Po…Harry." Severus called softly, slowly moving his hand –unsure if it would be best to touch the lad who was insecure with touch. "Harry. You need to wake up. It's just a nightmare. No one can hurt you here. Come on Harry."

Harry rolled on to his side, no longer screaming it appeared but the tears and sobs didn't look to be stopping anytime soon. "Wake up Harry. It's okay." The small body started to curl up on itself making the petite size appear tiny. "Come on Harry. You're safe."

Black eye lashes fluttered against the high porcelain cheek bones, slowly opening to reveal emerald eyes filled with tears. "It's okay Harry." Severus reassured, lightly placing his hand on Harry's arm. Harry, still feeling like he was trapped in the nightmare whimpered and recoiled in fear.

"It's okay Harry. It's just me. It's Severus." Severus soothed.

"Sev?" Harry asked hesitant, his voice raspy from screaming-his clouded mind unable to say the man's full name.

"Yes, Harry. I'm here. It's okay. It was just a nightmare." Harry, finally regaining use of his limbs, flung himself into the older man's arms and started sobbing. "It's okay Harry. You're okay. It was just a nightmare. You're safe here. I got you." Severus promised, wrapping his arms around the thin body and pulling it close to his own.

They sat there for twenty minutes or so, just sitting in silence. Harry soaking up the comfort his Potion Professor's arms was providing. Severus tried to ease Harry out of his arms as those emerald eyes started to close.

"No." Harry quickly threw his arms around Severus neck and shoulders. "Please don't leave." Harry pleaded, burying his head in Snape's chest. Severus let out a sigh.

"Okay. I'll stay. But let me move so we can lie down." Harry moved off the man and waited for him to settle down on the bed. Severus climbed into the bed, moving the blankets to the side so he could cover both their bodies once the Potter heir lay down. "Okay." Harry quickly re-established his position, his head resting on Severus's chest while the rest of his body curled against his side. Severus let out another sigh as his left arm hugged the body next to him and his right hand rested on Harry arm that was arranged on his upper abdomen. The sounds of each others' breathing and comfort of being in each other's arms caused both to slip into a welcome peaceful sleep.

Thanks again my loyal readers for your patience. Hopefully I'll get Learning to Love Chapter 11 up a lot sooner than it took me to get this chapter up. Any ideas of what should happen go ahead and let me know; it actually helps to get a chapter going when I have some new ideas.

Thanks,

Moonluna (6-17-11)