Oh Hell

By BertaS

Started Sept. 2008

Description: Sequel to 'Hell'. Severus finds Harry and things are not as he remembers. This is a bit weird and I don't know where it came from or if there is any more to it.

Warnings: Post DH – Slash. Might be considered non-con, sorta, kinda, but not really.

Disclaimer: I make no claim to owning the world of Harry Potter. The rest of the universe on the other hand…

A/N: I would like to thank White Cotton for checking this over for grammar and punctuation.

Oh Hell

It was odd that as close to death as he currently was, all he could think about was the hard body pressed against him, pinning him to the wall. Death no longer frightened him. In fact, he now welcomed it. It was, after all, what he had come here for.

The other man holding a wand at his throat was now demanding he identify himself. He sneered, that was not the way the boy had been taught.

The intruder's voice was not the smooth silk it had been when he had taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but was nevertheless quite recognizable when he growled, "Potter you are a fool. How many times were you told to hex first and ask questions later?"

Harry couldn't help himself, he chuckled. "If I did that every time some love-struck fan girl snuck in here, I'd never get all the blood and brains… well most of them don't actually have brains," he shrugged, "I'd never get the mess off the walls."

He ran his hand up into the long, dark, slightly greasy mass of unkempt hair, roughly grabbing a fist-full and turning the man's head so he could see Snape's profile. The resistance and the pained look on the man's face took Harry by surprise and he loosened his hold a bit.

"I thought you were dead." Harry traced the scar on Snape's neck with the tip of his wand. "I don't understand." He almost purred his next question. "How did you survive?"

Severus shuddered and relaxed one cheek, chest and a thigh to rest against the wall while the younger man leaned against his back. He answered softly, "I do not know. I remember the shack and Nagini and green eyes." He shivered knowing that those same eyes were looking at him again. "And I remember…" He snorted. "You are not going to believe me," he shook his head as much as the scar tissue would allow "I do not believe me."

Harry smiled although Severus couldn't see it. "Try me."

With a sigh, he tried to explain, "I remember a train station, and Black," he snorted, "He told me I could come back. That I wasn't really dead." He sounded exhausted.

Harry shifted to see the man's eyes. He had never spoken to anyone of his near-death experience and meeting Albus in the train station. Could Snape have experienced something similar?

Severus was frowning. "He wanted to tell me something… something about you, I believe." He let out a deep breath. "I cannot remember what it was though." He shrugged. "After that I only remember the taste of a bezoar and pain." His eyes shifted, moving as though trying to see into the past. "Excruciating, endless, pain." He was quiet for a moment.

"About three months ago I woke in a muggle hospital with massive scars and a bump on my head." He shrugged again. "They said I had been found wandering in a public park, apparently acting quite deranged. I was dressed as a muggle and had no wand, no potions, no money of any kind, and no identification. It took me a while to convince them I was sane." He didn't explain but he owed his release in part to his father's insistence he be born in a muggle hospital and he had at one time had an identification card. So there were at least records of Severus Snape in the muggle system.

Harry chuckled. "I can imagine why they may have thought you weren't." He was tracing the scars with the tip of his finger now and Severus shivered.

"Just kill me already Potter." He sighed. "I'm tired, just get it over with." He was whispering by the time he finished.

Harry chuckled again. "I have no intention of killing you, Snape." He then said something in Parseltongue which caused the Potions Master to inhale sharply as he felt his magic stir in a way it hadn't since before he had been injured. "Don't worry," Harry purred, "this won't hurt a bit," before switching back to hissing.

He didn't know what Potter was doing but it felt much too good to even consider worrying or trying to stop him, even when he felt something else stir. It wasn't long before he thought he would knock a hole in the wall he was so hard.

When he felt Potter petting his hair he realized he had no idea how long he had been doing so and that he was begging and moaning like a Knockturn Alley whore as he rutted against the wall.

"Shh, Severus, calm down now. It's okay. Shh." Harry held him tightly.

Harry had been surprised when Severus began to move, to wiggle sensuously against him. His begging became a bit more coherent after Harry switched to English and he said, "Please, Potter? Please let me cum? It's been so long. Please?"

Harry pressed the man more firmly against the wall and whispered, "Go ahead. Do you need to touch yourself?" He then unconsciously hissed, "Severus," in Parseltongue.

Severus made a higher pitched noise than Harry would have thought possible as he arched and shuddered, cumming hard without even being touched. Harry continued to hold him as they were both breathing hard. Harry was aroused despite his usual professional detachment.

"You okay, Severus?" Harry asked as he started to loosen his hold.

Severus shook his head crying out, "No!" He shivered. "I think I may…" he took a couple of quick breaths, "may…" He sagged against the wall.

Harry's arms tightened. "It's alright, Severus, I've got you. Just let go, I won't let you fall."

The next thing Severus Snape knew he was lieing on a soft bed with the Gryffindor golden boy leaning over him. He blinked several times as he recalled what had led to him being in the boy's bed. He started to sit up, only to have Potter lay his hand on his chest, easily holding him in place.

The Gryffindor sitting on the edge of the bed was studying a piece of parchment with a frown on his handsome face. "I didn't realize the extent of your injuries." He set the parchment aside focusing completely on the man in his bed. "And I certainly didn't expect to find Nagini's poison still in your system. Not after three years." He sighed. "You've almost no magical reserves." He shook his head. "I doubt you could even levitate a feather right now, since almost all your magic is going to fight the poison. I'm fairly sure that if you were less strong magically," he snorted, "or less stubborn, you'd already be dead."

Severus snorted sarcastically. "What's this, you are a healer now?" He then looked away. A shocked look spreading over his face as he did so. He raised a hand to his neck and moved his head to assess how much rotation he had. It was still limited but nowhere near as bad as it had been. When he looked back at the boy, no it was definitely a man, a man that was smirking at him.

"Yes. I'm a very good, if a bit of a controversial healer." He shrugged. "You won't understand a thing I say when I'm working." He chuckled. "And, if your initial reaction is any indication you may be a bit uncomfortable with me working on you." He then hissed something.

Severus shivered, almost recognizing the sounds.

Harry smiled. "Your name, lends itself to Parseltongue very nicely."

Severus shivered again, thinking, 'Oh Hell,' for the Dark Lord had once said something very similar.

The End

I think.

I hope you have enjoyed this. Please review if you did… or if you didn't, *shrug* either way. :)

BertaS