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Hi everyone! Here's chapter five for this story! I hope you like the extra length (it's longer than the two previous ones). :)

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This chapter has very detailed descriptions of sexual nature (lemon) and very graphic depictions of violence. If you're not mature enough to read it, leave and don't read any of this. You have been warned.

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Chapter Five – Unsuspected Learnings

Harry's feet stumbled upon the floor. He lost his balance and grabbed into the first thing he could. He fumbled with the darkness surrounding him, trying to get rid of it.

It wasn't as immaterial as he thought. It was Snape's robe. It was surrounding his body. Enveloping in a sweet embrace he would have died not to leave. Consciously, at least.

A hand, its grip firm and steady, wrapped in his right arm, holding him before he could fall into the floor. He regained his balance and stood on a stone floor, looking at the man before him. His eyes were looking at him.

- "I always assumed you were quick on your feet. Turns out, you're too fast on them." – Snape smirked–.

After a few seconds, he backed away from Harry. Harry almost groaned at the sudden loss of warmth, contact and proximity from the Potions Master. Why did he have to go away?

- "Where are we, Professor?" – Harry retorted to ask, looking around–.

He was in an unknown neighborhood. A few lanterns were in the street they were in. Houses made of bricks were spread along the street. The houses had two floors. A park could be seen in front of those houses. The atmosphere was a calm one. Harry was feeling a bit chilly, that feeling accentuated by the loss of the Professor's body.

- "The less you know, the better. Suffice it to say that we're in a muggle location, which means, no magic unless is strictly and utterly necessary. That is your first rule."

Snape started walking towards one of the houses in the corner of the street. It resembled the rest of the houses. The front door and main entrance had a fence, and a few plants could be seen in the space between the door and the fence, surrounding the house. Snape took out a muggle key and inserted it in the lock. It was a brown door. The walls of the house, resembling the rest, were beige.

Harry saw Snape taking out his wand subtly and waving it in fast movements. Harry felt how the wards of the house were lifted. When he was finished, Snape hid his wand as fast as he took it out.

Harry walked right behind Snape to the house. The temperature changed as soon as he set foot in the hallway. Even though he hadn't ever been in this place, the house seemed cozy and warm. Nice to stay in. Snape toggled on the lights of the hallway.

- "On this floor, you have a bathroom, the living room, library and kitchen. Outside is a small garden." – Snape turned around and faced Harry–. "If you go upstairs, you have two bathrooms and three dorms. You can pick whichever room you want." – Snape signaled to the stairs behind him.

- "Your things are waiting for you in the upper hallway. Unpack your stuff, get settled in and meet me in the living room in 15 minutes."

- "The house has muggle arrangements, but it can react to our magic, in case of necessity." – Snape turned around and started walking through the main hallway. When he was almost out of Harry's sight, he said: "Don't be late, Mr. Potter."

Harry took in his surroundings. The main hallway was long and narrow. The floor was covered in carpet that muffled the steps you could make. Harry got up the stairs and flicked the switch in the right wall. The muggle lights lit up and Harry could see a smaller hallway.

Snape was right. His trunk, Hedwig and broomstick were in the middle of it. Hedwig perked up when he saw him, chirped, and flew onto Harry's arm. Harry smiled and stroked his head and feathers. He remembered Herm and Ron. He was dying to talk with them.

Harry started to search the rooms on the second floor. The first one, situated in the beginning of the hallway at the left wall, was a small one. A small bed, a medium cupboard, a small desk and a chair were all there were. The walls were coloured in a soft yellow. Some curtains adorned the only window there was in the back of the room.

Harry closed the door and started to look for the other two rooms. He found a bathroom, next to the room he currently checked. It was small, white and humble. It had a shower in it.

Harry searched in the last door of that wall. It was the second room.

This was bigger than the first one, and the walls were a soft blue. The bed it had at the back of the room was a little bit bigger than the first one he saw, though not yet a double bed. The wardrobe he saw at the right of the bed was big. It had three doors. Harry opened it to find it was empty of robes or any other thing. The color of the wardrobe was black. The room had a bigger window, the curtains adorning it were a dark green. A desk and a chair upholstered with leather beneath the window. The bed had two bedside tables at its sides. Hedwig chirped in his right shoulder. She seemed to like this one. Harry smiled.

Harry was almost convinced to stay in this room, but wanted to explore the last one. He was going through the hallway to one of the two rooms when he heard the voice of Snape, coming from downstairs.

- "It is inappropriate to make the host of the house wait for a guest. Come down here this instant."

The tone suggested he had no room for discussion, so he took the trunk, Hedwig's cage and his broomstick and left it in the room he was last in. He closed the door and runned through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the carpet on the floor. He came down the stairs to find Snape looking at him in the place he was before when he last talked with him.

- "I'll make sure to remind myself that you don't know the meaning of the expression 'Don't be late'." – He said, with a sneer in his face–. "This way." – Before Harry could retort, he turned around and started to go through the narrow hallway, his black figure standing out with the light brown tone of the walls.

Harry was led through the main hallway into a room with a medium size dining table, with four chairs surrounding it, a fireplace, an armchair and a three-seated couch. The walls of this room were dark brown, and the curtains that adorned the three windows at the left of the room were black. The fire was lit, a few small logs burning slowly, heating the room. The professor motioned him to sit on the sofa, while he sat in the only armchair of the room, next to the fireplace, in front of the couch. The sofa was soft and comfortable. The brown colour suited him well.

The professor placed his elbows in his legs and leaned forward in the armchair. His fingers crossed in his hands. He looked at Harry in the eyes and started to talk, his voice smooth.

- "Very well. Now that we're in a better place, we can talk more at ease." – Snape lifted a finger –. "The first thing you have to know is that magic isn't safe, until further notice."

- "Why? What happened?"

- "Right now, the magic you make is more a threat than any other thing. Your magic, and the one from the people close to you, that is, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley is being tracked."

- "What? Are Ron and 'Mione in danger?"

- "Don't worry, Mr. Potter, they know all of this, and are safe right now. They're with Professor McGonagall, and she ensured to tell them this very same thing."

- "Where are they? I want to send them a letter, get to know how they are, and what they are doing."

- "No." – The answer was blunt, direct. It cut through the air like a blade.

- "What the fuck do you mean, no? I have a right to know. I want to know. They're my friends!" – Harry's volume arose–.

- "The answer doesn't change." – The voice of Snape kept being smooth and calm–. "You can't send an owl to them, nor they can to you. End of story."

- "Why not? I care about them. They had to leave very suddenly and I couldn't even say goodbye to them!"

- "Listen to me, Potter." – Snape stood up in his seat, his back forming a straight line–. "Right now, you're the main priority of the Dark Lord. He wants to find you, and if he does, under the present circumstances, we'll be unable to stop him. The Order hasn't got much resources and we're not under the same conditions as the Dark Lord's army. We're fewer in number and in power. That's the main reason why you're not able to send an owl to them. It could be intercepted and be used against us, as a means to lure us out. That same reason is why you cannot use magic."

Snape looked serious, but Harry could swear he was holding back something. He decided for a frontal attack.

- "What is it that you're not telling me? I'm not a kid, you know." – Harry inquired–.

Snape looked as if he was debating with himself. Doubt could be seen in his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he decided to speak.

- "There's another reason as to why I'm here with you. Dumbledore was aware of the tracking of your magic a long time ago. That's why he told you before that you have to come with me. I'm the only one who can help you. And that reason is because I've been trained in a different kind of knowledge since your first year."

Snape stood up from the armchair and withdrew a curved small blade from his left sleeve and seized it in his left hand.

- "The reason I'm here is to make you learn."

Snape closed the distance between them at an alarming rate, launching himself forward, his left hand raised. Harry gasped.

Three days ago, Outsides of Hogwarts

Harry panted heavily. His legs and chest were burning. He ran for about ten minutes chasing the black animal that left sprinting in a hurry towards Hogwarts' Castle. The panther headed for the Dungeons. It was really fast. Harry shivered in advance.

When he got there, there was no sign of the animal, or anybody whatsoever. The air in the darkest place of the castle made him shiver. It was cold, Harry could see his breath coming out of his mouth in small puffs.

He walked with his wand out, a Lumos in his tip. There was no one to be seen, and not a single sound could be heard. A quick tempus told him it was fifteen minutes after curfew, so he headed for Gryffindor Tower, not wanting to be late.

It was then when he heard it.

Footsteps coming from behind him. Hurried ones. Belonging to several people. Harry turned around and saw, at the entrance of the Dungeons, five dark figures entering the premises. Death Eaters.

As soon as one of them saw Harry, he yelled: "There he is! Get him!"

Harry started running in the opposite direction, taking out his wand while doing so.

"RUN" his instincts yelled at him, seeing the imminent danger Harry was in. He barely got out of the way Snape was headed when he swung at him, knife in hand.

His feet backed away from the Potions Master, trying to keep a distance between them. The knife came down on the sofa, tearing the fabric in one swift motion. Harry gulped.

- "Running away is not gonna help yourself, Mr. Potter. Defend yourself." – Snape said, turning towards him, the grip on the curved blade tightening.

- "What the hell are you doing?! Are you nuts?!" – He yelled at Snape–.

- "Talking is not gonna help you, boy." –He said, taking big steps towards Harry–. "Defend yourself."

That seemed to do the trick. Snape raised his left hand, preparing to strike again. When it came down, Harry grabbed the professor's wrist with the two of him, stopping the blade mid air. Harry could see Snape smile.

Harry's movement seemed to stop the professor's but only for just a second. When Harry grabbed the professor's left wrist, Snape moved the hand to the ground in a really swift motion, throwing Harry off balance. Then, with his right hand, he grabbed both Harry's wrists and shoved him towards the wall behind him.

Harry's back and head hit the stone wall. Harry made a grunt. The professor then pulled both wrists above Harry, making them match the hands of an imaginary clock at twelve o' clock. Harry tried to free both hands, but found himself unable. The professor's grip and strength were no match for Harry's.

When Harry thought it was over, he found himself surprised. Snape put the curved blade mere inches away from Harry's throat, horizontally. Harry swallowed, and his Adam's apple grazed the cold blade. He shivered, unable to move or to get away from that situation.

Harry's face and Snape's were almost touching. He kept trying to escape, but he couldn't. His cock twitched in his pants, springing back to life.

When Snape made sure Harry couldn't escape, he whispered to Harry, its voice menacing, dropping an octave, like the first time Harry was trapped in that damn alcove. Only this time, he could see the face of the professor.

- "Stop resisting." – Harry swallowed thickly, his throat getting dry for the umpteenth time in the last days–.

Not that voice again, no. Not like that…

- "Get away fr-" – Harry tried to talk, only to be interrupted by the blade getting even nearer Harry's skin, making contact with his throat.

- "Quiet." – Snape kept whispering. Harry noticed that his eyes had a predatory glint–. "You're in no position to make any demands."

Harry's cock was at half mast. His cheeks reddened. He was sweating and panting. He prayed so that Snape couldn't notice it.

Please, keep whispering to me. Subdue me. Take control of all of my body and my mind.

- "Let me g-" – He was interrupted again, a knee hitting his stomach. If it wasn't for the hold the professor had on his wrists, he would have bent over.

- "That was your last warning."

Harry's cock was leaking with precum and was hard inside his pants, forming a bulge. It started to hurt.

- "I'm going to count to three, and I'm going to let you go. If you move, scream or try to attack me, it will be the last thing you do."

Please, threaten me again.

- "One."

Please, I need you.

- "Two."

More, please, I can't get enough.

- "Three."

Don't let go of me.

Snape slowly backed away from Harry. First, he released his wrists. Then, inch by inch his hand and the blade in Harry's throat started to back away. Harry almost grunted at the loss, yet again, of the Potions Master's body.

Harry panted and eased its way into the floor, in front of Snape. The professor hid the blade again in his robes and took a step back.

Once again, that night was going to be one hell of a night.

Aaaaaaaaaaanyway. That's the end of the chapter, everyone! Thanks for reading up until here!

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CSL