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Chapter Four – Secrets in the Dark

"How could anyone feel someone smile, without seeing it?" Harry thought. He was terrified, the Death Eater now mere inches from them. He didn't want to be found. His arms and legs were still trembling like a leaf. The left arm around his throat tensed a bit, for a moment, leaving him with his throat drier and almost breathless.

He couldn't fathom how the Death Eater in front of him hadn't noticed their presence.

On the other side of it, Snape being all that quiet and calm, was psyching him up. How could that man be able to remain calm in a situation like this? What was he made of? Steel?

The wheel of fortune spinned with good luck for him, in that moment. Harry heard the all too familiar screech of Bellatrix.

– "Alecto! Where the fuck are you?! Get over here right now! We've already done what we were supposed to."

The Death Eater turned at the sound of her voice and shivered. He swallowed and then answered.

– "Coming!" – Having said that, Alecto started walking outside of the spot, leaving them undisturbed and, luckily, undetected.

The Death Eaters came down the stairs, leaving the place they were in.

During the whole interaction, Harry felt how Snape hadn't stopped smiling. The grip of the professor on Harry's body didn't lessen, in fact, Harry was getting even more anxious by the moment. He tried to move again. The professor didn't budge and talked again, in his ear.

"This is the second time we meet in a similar way. I'm gonna begin to think you like it." – There was something in his voice. Like some hints were hidden in there. Could it be amusement? Harry's cock twitched at the accusation. His face, luckily unseen by the Dungeon's Bat, was as red as a fire.

With that, the professor let go of him. This time, he remained there. Harry felt confused as hell. The emotions brought by the events of the night left his head in a blurry state. He had a whirlwind in his chest and his stomach. The biggest emotion he felt in that moment was anger.

The face of Dumbledore getting hit by the spell was all he could remember. Next, came the shriek emanating from the lips of the killer. Anger kept boiling in his body. He needed to shout.

This time, he was gonna make it. He shouted from the top of his lungs. His fists curled into balls at the side of his body. When he was breathless, he shouted again, his throat aching and burning.

Snape looked at him with his face unreadable and his arms crossed. He didn't say anything. After catching a few breaths, gasping and with sweat in his forehead and his nape, Harry turned to Snape, looking at him.

"She killed him! That was murder! Dumbledore's dead! It happened right in front of us and you didn't do anything! She killed him and I couldn't avenge him! All because of you!"

Harry grew closer to the professor, anger boiling down his body. His eyes burned.

- "Why did you do that?! Why didn't you let me kill her?! You had no fucking right!" – He pointed a finger at the professor's chest, jabbing it with force into the black fabric. Snape, again, didn't budge.

The professor looked at him, his stare turning into a menacing one. The shadows beneath, upon and in his face made Harry tremble internally. He swallowed. Harry just crossed a line, and he knew it.

- "If you dare touch me again like that," – The professor's voice dropped an octave–. "A broken bone will be the least of your worries." – Harry gulped. The professor grabbed Harry's finger and shoved it back to Harry–. "That is your last warning."

Harry looked at him, still angry. He talked again, not shouting anymore, his voice still high in volume.

- "Why didn't you fucking let me kill her? She deserved it! She must pay for what she has done!"

-"In case you have forgotten, I was there too. I saw it too." – Snape replied for the first time, calmly–. "You couldn't possibly comprehend the reasons why I did it. You have no idea, as per usual." – A sneer adorned the face of Snape–. "My reasons for doing it aren't of your concern."

Harry didn't expect the next words the Potions Master said.

- "Have you already forgotten what the headmaster told you before all of this happened, Potter?"

- "How could you kn-"

- "Silence." –Snape interrupted him, harshly. His eyes were glowing in the darkness he was surrounded by. Those eyes didn't let anyone talk back. He kept talking, in a lower tone, calmly–. "You're supposed to remain undetected, unnoticed, invisible, and if I hadn't intervened when I did, much to my dismay, you would have blown up that objective just three minutes after Dumbledore told you." – It was like hearing a silky fabric caressing the skin of Harry. The rhythm of the voice was calm, but it sounded dangerous. Predatory.

His cock twitched again in his pants. There it was again. The feeling of being caught. Of being called out. The feeling of being controlled, forced to remain silent. The feeling of being so extremely vulnerable to someone he knew could shred him into pieces. Harry shook his head. What was he thinking? He couldn't get horny in a situation like this! He mustn't! That was certainly not the time!

Harry's mouth couldn't move. He didn't know what to say.

- "Looks like I managed to keep the Chosen One's mouth shut for the second time in my life." –Snape retorted, smirking, crossing his arms in his chest–.

Harry looked at him with hatred in his eyes, but decided to say nothing.

He was left undisturbed for a few minutes, in silence, acknowledging everything that happened that night. What was he supposed to do now? What should he do? The words of Dumbledore still echoed in his mind. "You have to be with Severus from now on." He looked at the professor, and he saw that Snape was still smirking at him. He decided to talk to him, but the professor was faster.

-"Has the Chosen One finished sulking and crying? We're to leave immediately."

Snape walked until he was in front of Harry. The smirk he had in his face vanished. In his place, his stare was more intense and his face contorted into a serious one. His voice was low again, as deep as a lake, filled with an emotion that left Harry speechless.

- "Listen very closely to me, because I will only say it once. From now on, you'll be under my supervision. I will not leave your side under any circumstance. When the time comes, I'll let you know the reason for all of this."

He took a step forward and looked at Harry in the eyes, mere inches away from him.

- "We're to leave this place immediately. We're to do so, as you already know undetected. This rule applies until further notice. You are not to engage with any Death Eater or any other threat. I will not allow any confrontation of any kind in the near future."

Snape took a step back, looking at him still intently.

- "Is that clear, Mr. Potter?"

- "Yes, professor." – He answered, looking him in the eyes–.

- "I will allow you one question now, and then we leave." – Harry nodded–.

After a few seconds passed, he decided the question he was gonna ask about.

- "How did you know what Professor Dumbledore told me just a few minutes before he died? You weren't there."

- "You may recall" – Snape smirked– "that I taught Occlumency to you a few years ago, even though you weren't good at it. As it so happens, I'm a master in Legilimency, too." – Snape got closer again, a few inches away from Harry–. "And you, Mr. Potter, are an open book." – The last words were whispered, Snape's voice entering Harry's ears and making his brain go fuzzy. It was like having honey dripping in his body, making him warm and sweet. Harry wanted more of that feeling.

Without no warning whatsoever, the professor's hand grabbed his arm and pulled him into his chest. Black fabric surrounded him, and before he realized what was happening, he felt the pull of Apparition in his stomach.

When he felt himself return back to normal, darkness was surrounding him.