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tamingthemuseOk, here's my entry for this week's challenge of "Insurance". My first Snarry. Scary. Btw, I'm stealing borrowing a plot point from one of my favorite stories. I wonder if anyone will notice. *g*
Title: Flux, Fusion and the Death Eater
Prompt: #19 - Insurance
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: Post HBP
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, torture.
Summary: Harry is captured by Death Eaters and the Dark Lord.
Word Count: 2,110
Harry sighed as he shifted his weight from his left foot to his right. His left leg throbbed, the skin and muscles screaming in pain. Able to put more weight on his stronger leg, he pulled himself up his full height, relieving the ache in his shackled wrists. He rolled his shoulders, gasping in pain as the abused joints creaked with misuse and strain from being suspended for so long.
He looked around the small dungeon cell, surprised to see the small table just out of his reach. Slowly, Harry shook his head, trying to remove the last tendrils of sleep, even though he couldn't remember falling asleep in the first place. He squinted, trying to make out the objects on the table, but without his glasses, he knew it was practically impossible.
Settling against the cold stone of the wall behind him, Harry braced himself on his uninjured leg, preparing for a long night of waiting.
But Harry didn't have to wait long at all.
The door to his cell swung open, banging hard against the stone wall. Harry didn't have to squint to know who was standing in open doorway. He could practically feel the disdain and contempt searing him from the inside out.
"Mr. Potter."
Harry tried hard not to flinch at the name very nearly spit at him. He summoned up all the hate and revulsion he could as he shot back, "Snape."
The two men stared at each other for several tense moments, each taking in the other, although Harry's view was more than a little blurry. Slowly, the potions master stalked into the room to stand directly in front of the prisoner.
When the older man remained silent as he towered over the shackled boy, Harry decided to break the silence.
"What do you want, Snape?"
"Why, to heal you, of course, Mr. Potter?"
Harry stared up incredulously at the pale face so close to his own. "Heal me? Why?"
Snape smiled and leaned in even closer. "The Dark Lord has a plan, you see. Your little friends have all been looking for you, quite fruitlessly, I might add. They are determined to have you returned to them. The Dark Lord and several of the Death Eaters have been dropping hints and planting little traps for them. It will be quite spectacular when they go to Godric's Hollow three days from now, thinking that's where you are being held captive. Only you are not there. They will be ambushed by a contingency of Death Eaters, ready with their most powerful and destructive curses. Your little band of do-gooders will be wiped out and then no one will ever stand against the Dark Lord again."
Harry glared at smirking face before him. "Why bother telling me all of this?"
Snape chuckled darkly. "To torture you, of course."
"Oh course," Harry drawled. "So why bother to heal me?"
"Ah, you see, the Dark Lord is going to use an image of you, a very simple glamour really, to guide them right into the trap. It wouldn't do to make you look too abused. It might raise their ire and make them more determined to fight. So the Dark Lord has sent me to heal three of your wounds. One of his choosing, one of yours, and one of my own. Call it...insurance that the plan will not fail and that we will have your cooperation."
"You'll never have my cooperation, you greasy git!"
"Such language, Mr. Potter. Now, if you don't mind, let's get on with this, shall we? I think we will begin with the Dark Lord's choice."
Harry saw Snape shift to the side as the potions master began to fiddle with the objects on the small table. He heard the tinkle of glass and recognized the familiar sound as small potions bottles. Snape hadn't been lying when he said he was going to heal Harry.
Long, boney fingers suddenly entered Harry's field of vision and the boy barely had time to close his eyes before a slick substance was soothed around the tender skin. Harry had hurt himself numerous times while in the clutches of the Cruciatus Curse. Plus the many beatings at the hands of angry Death Eaters had left the boy with extremely painful black eyes and swollen cheeks.
The older man took his time to work the warming liquid into the skin around sensitive green eyes before stroking the tender cheeks with his thumbs. Snape moved slowly, rubbing, nearly caressing Harry's face until all the potion was absorbed into his skin. Harry flinched lightly when he felt a ghosting of cool air against his face that instantly set the potion rich skin alive with warm tingles.
Harry opened his eyes and looking up at Snape, who was tenderly blowing on the young boy's face.
"Better," Snape pronounced before reaching over and plucking Harry's glasses from the table. Silently, he slipped the glasses in place and then fixed Harry with an intimating stare. "Now, your choice."
Harry didn't have to think hard to decide which ache he wanted fixed. "My leg," he practically begged. The curse had been a particularly nasty one cast on him by Bellatrix Lestrange. It had started as a simple burn, like a small irritant beneath the skin, but over time, it had spread down the whole of his leg, making it feel as if there was acid rolling beneath the skin, eating his flesh from the inside out. It made standing on his left leg nearly impossible and made the torture of hanging in shackles nearly unbearable.
Snape nodded and reached toward the table again. He opened the vial and the fragrance of mint and sage hit Harry hard. Strong fingers pressed into the stinging flesh and Harry cried out at the pain. The potions master paid him no mind and continued to dig into the trembling thigh muscle. Unlike the solution on his face, the healing draught was cool and soothing, easing the burn of the curse beneath the skin. Snape continued to rub, digging deep into the flesh, as if he were trying to work all the way down to Harry's bones.
Finally, the burning was completely at bay and Harry groaned as Snape pulled away.
"Thank you," the boy finally gasped after catching his breath.
"Yes," Snape drawled. "A particularly nasty curse. Eventually, it would have completely destroyed all the muscles in your leg before attacking the bone. Your leg would have shriveled up and become completely worthless."
"How do you know that?" Harry asked.
"Because I invented it."
Harry gaped at the casual proclamation before shaking his head. Of course, he should have known something so awful and evil had come from the Half-blood Prince, the one he had admired so at one time.
"Now, my turn," Snape announced, as he held a dark brown bottle before Harry's face. The boy looked at it was a long moment, wondering if the potion's master meant to kill him. The older man uncorked the bottle and held it up to the boy's lips. "Two drops. Then I have to work it into your skin."
"What's it for?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes wide and questioning.
"I'll tell you...after you drink."
They stood, still and silent until Harry obediently opened his mouth. Snape slowly administered two drops of the thick, rancid tasting potion before pouring out a measure into the palm of his hand. Harry gasped as the potion burned its way down his throat, its heat spreading down into his belly and beyond.
Suddenly aware of his nakedness, Harry's head shot up and he glared at Snape. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Repairing the damage done by Lucius Malfoy," Snape answered evenly as he reached down to stroke the boy's flaccid penis.
Harry's face burnt bright with shame. He remembered the day Lucius Malfoy had come into his cell and cast the spell on his manhood. The white haired Death Eater had gleefully told Harry how the spell would prevent him from ever feeling any sort of sexual pleasure, from ever conceiving a child, from ever knowing the sins of the flesh. At the time, it had seemed an impossible nightmare for a teenage boy, but this somehow seemed worse.
"You can't," Harry complained. "Lucius said it was irreversible. That I would never feel..."
Harry froze at the small tingle in the pit of his belly. It was warm and inviting, like warm water stroking his cool flesh. It grew, slowly, sending a gentle tingle down into his balls. Harry gasped as he felt them shift, beginning to tingle as Snape cupped them in his hand. The other hand was slowly stroking his unresponsive flesh.
Green eyes stared up into harsh black and Snape practically growled, "There is nothing that can't be changed. Everything and everyone is not always what they appear. And besides, Lucius Malfoy does not know everything."
A small smile broke over the potion master's normally stoic features as the cock in his hand twitched and began to grow. Harry moaned quietly, softly thrusting into the slick fist. Snape continued to work the potion into his prick and balls as Harry grew harder and his panting and moaning became louder.
Suddenly, the hands were gone and Harry shouted out in protest.
"Patience, Mr. Potter," Snape purred as he quickly parted his robes and unfastened his trousers. Harry watched as Snape pulled out his own cock, hard and glistening like Harry's, and stroked himself lightly before pressing his body against the naked one before him. "For the healing to be complete, you must find your end. Do you think you can do that for me, Harry?"
Harry whimpered and nodded, his need so great that he failed to notice the use of his first name. Before he could wrap his brain around the turn of events, strong hands grabbed his buttocks and hefted him into the air. Instinctually, he wrapped his legs around Snape's slight waist, locking his ankles for support.
Snape pressed Harry against the stone wall, his hands protecting the boy's tender back from the harsh cold. Their needy flesh met and both men moaned at the sensation. Harry rocked up, needing to feel more, wanting something else. Suddenly, Snape's mouth descended on his own and Harry gasped in shock. The potion master took the invitation and thrust his tongue inside, tasting the boy before he could regain his sanity. They kissed, rough and wild, as they thrust against each other.
Harry was lost in the dizzying sensations when he felt something foreign entering his mouth. He clamped his teeth together, fighting off whatever Snape was trying to kill him with when he felt a gentle push in his mind.
Just take it.
Slowly opening his mouth, Harry accepted the offering as they continue to rut against each other. Running his tongue over the object, the boy realized it was a paper clip. He discreetly tucked the small piece of metal between his cheek and gum as he continued to fuck himself against his former professor.
Snape continued to kiss and bite at Harry's lips and jaw and neck as he thrust against the prone boy. Harry groaned as he felt his balls tighten, knowing he was close.
"Snape," he whispered in warning.
"Severus," the potion master growled back at him.
"Severus," Harry obediently repeated. "I'm close."
"Yes, Harry," Snape moaned quietly against his ear. "Come for me, now. Come."
Harry arched and wailed as his orgasm tore through him. It was painful and violent and the trembling boy could feel the dark magic rushing out of him as he spilled between their bodies. The warmth of his spendings coated his belly and cock and eased the way between and soon Snape was following him over the precipice.
Once they had both caught their breath, the potions master stepped back and quietly righted his clothing before spelling himself clean. He stepped close to the still shaking boy and rubbed the come into his skin.
"Everything can change."
Harry stared into the black eyes watching him so carefully. He lightly tongued the paper clip and he wondered what else could change. Without another word, Snape turned and stalked out of the room, leaving Harry panting and confused. He hung in the shackles and tested the weight of his healed leg.
Softly, Harry smiled. He wondered how long it would be before the portkey would activate. He had friends to catch before they got to Godric's Hollow. Then he had to figure out how he could talk to Snape again and find out how much had really changed.
Title: Flux, Fusion and the Death Eater
Prompt: #19 - Insurance
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: Post HBP
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, torture.
Summary: Harry is captured by Death Eaters and the Dark Lord.
Word Count: 2,110
Harry sighed as he shifted his weight from his left foot to his right. His left leg throbbed, the skin and muscles screaming in pain. Able to put more weight on his stronger leg, he pulled himself up his full height, relieving the ache in his shackled wrists. He rolled his shoulders, gasping in pain as the abused joints creaked with misuse and strain from being suspended for so long.
He looked around the small dungeon cell, surprised to see the small table just out of his reach. Slowly, Harry shook his head, trying to remove the last tendrils of sleep, even though he couldn't remember falling asleep in the first place. He squinted, trying to make out the objects on the table, but without his glasses, he knew it was practically impossible.
Settling against the cold stone of the wall behind him, Harry braced himself on his uninjured leg, preparing for a long night of waiting.
But Harry didn't have to wait long at all.
The door to his cell swung open, banging hard against the stone wall. Harry didn't have to squint to know who was standing in open doorway. He could practically feel the disdain and contempt searing him from the inside out.
"Mr. Potter."
Harry tried hard not to flinch at the name very nearly spit at him. He summoned up all the hate and revulsion he could as he shot back, "Snape."
The two men stared at each other for several tense moments, each taking in the other, although Harry's view was more than a little blurry. Slowly, the potions master stalked into the room to stand directly in front of the prisoner.
When the older man remained silent as he towered over the shackled boy, Harry decided to break the silence.
"What do you want, Snape?"
"Why, to heal you, of course, Mr. Potter?"
Harry stared up incredulously at the pale face so close to his own. "Heal me? Why?"
Snape smiled and leaned in even closer. "The Dark Lord has a plan, you see. Your little friends have all been looking for you, quite fruitlessly, I might add. They are determined to have you returned to them. The Dark Lord and several of the Death Eaters have been dropping hints and planting little traps for them. It will be quite spectacular when they go to Godric's Hollow three days from now, thinking that's where you are being held captive. Only you are not there. They will be ambushed by a contingency of Death Eaters, ready with their most powerful and destructive curses. Your little band of do-gooders will be wiped out and then no one will ever stand against the Dark Lord again."
Harry glared at smirking face before him. "Why bother telling me all of this?"
Snape chuckled darkly. "To torture you, of course."
"Oh course," Harry drawled. "So why bother to heal me?"
"Ah, you see, the Dark Lord is going to use an image of you, a very simple glamour really, to guide them right into the trap. It wouldn't do to make you look too abused. It might raise their ire and make them more determined to fight. So the Dark Lord has sent me to heal three of your wounds. One of his choosing, one of yours, and one of my own. Call it...insurance that the plan will not fail and that we will have your cooperation."
"You'll never have my cooperation, you greasy git!"
"Such language, Mr. Potter. Now, if you don't mind, let's get on with this, shall we? I think we will begin with the Dark Lord's choice."
Harry saw Snape shift to the side as the potions master began to fiddle with the objects on the small table. He heard the tinkle of glass and recognized the familiar sound as small potions bottles. Snape hadn't been lying when he said he was going to heal Harry.
Long, boney fingers suddenly entered Harry's field of vision and the boy barely had time to close his eyes before a slick substance was soothed around the tender skin. Harry had hurt himself numerous times while in the clutches of the Cruciatus Curse. Plus the many beatings at the hands of angry Death Eaters had left the boy with extremely painful black eyes and swollen cheeks.
The older man took his time to work the warming liquid into the skin around sensitive green eyes before stroking the tender cheeks with his thumbs. Snape moved slowly, rubbing, nearly caressing Harry's face until all the potion was absorbed into his skin. Harry flinched lightly when he felt a ghosting of cool air against his face that instantly set the potion rich skin alive with warm tingles.
Harry opened his eyes and looking up at Snape, who was tenderly blowing on the young boy's face.
"Better," Snape pronounced before reaching over and plucking Harry's glasses from the table. Silently, he slipped the glasses in place and then fixed Harry with an intimating stare. "Now, your choice."
Harry didn't have to think hard to decide which ache he wanted fixed. "My leg," he practically begged. The curse had been a particularly nasty one cast on him by Bellatrix Lestrange. It had started as a simple burn, like a small irritant beneath the skin, but over time, it had spread down the whole of his leg, making it feel as if there was acid rolling beneath the skin, eating his flesh from the inside out. It made standing on his left leg nearly impossible and made the torture of hanging in shackles nearly unbearable.
Snape nodded and reached toward the table again. He opened the vial and the fragrance of mint and sage hit Harry hard. Strong fingers pressed into the stinging flesh and Harry cried out at the pain. The potions master paid him no mind and continued to dig into the trembling thigh muscle. Unlike the solution on his face, the healing draught was cool and soothing, easing the burn of the curse beneath the skin. Snape continued to rub, digging deep into the flesh, as if he were trying to work all the way down to Harry's bones.
Finally, the burning was completely at bay and Harry groaned as Snape pulled away.
"Thank you," the boy finally gasped after catching his breath.
"Yes," Snape drawled. "A particularly nasty curse. Eventually, it would have completely destroyed all the muscles in your leg before attacking the bone. Your leg would have shriveled up and become completely worthless."
"How do you know that?" Harry asked.
"Because I invented it."
Harry gaped at the casual proclamation before shaking his head. Of course, he should have known something so awful and evil had come from the Half-blood Prince, the one he had admired so at one time.
"Now, my turn," Snape announced, as he held a dark brown bottle before Harry's face. The boy looked at it was a long moment, wondering if the potion's master meant to kill him. The older man uncorked the bottle and held it up to the boy's lips. "Two drops. Then I have to work it into your skin."
"What's it for?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes wide and questioning.
"I'll tell you...after you drink."
They stood, still and silent until Harry obediently opened his mouth. Snape slowly administered two drops of the thick, rancid tasting potion before pouring out a measure into the palm of his hand. Harry gasped as the potion burned its way down his throat, its heat spreading down into his belly and beyond.
Suddenly aware of his nakedness, Harry's head shot up and he glared at Snape. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Repairing the damage done by Lucius Malfoy," Snape answered evenly as he reached down to stroke the boy's flaccid penis.
Harry's face burnt bright with shame. He remembered the day Lucius Malfoy had come into his cell and cast the spell on his manhood. The white haired Death Eater had gleefully told Harry how the spell would prevent him from ever feeling any sort of sexual pleasure, from ever conceiving a child, from ever knowing the sins of the flesh. At the time, it had seemed an impossible nightmare for a teenage boy, but this somehow seemed worse.
"You can't," Harry complained. "Lucius said it was irreversible. That I would never feel..."
Harry froze at the small tingle in the pit of his belly. It was warm and inviting, like warm water stroking his cool flesh. It grew, slowly, sending a gentle tingle down into his balls. Harry gasped as he felt them shift, beginning to tingle as Snape cupped them in his hand. The other hand was slowly stroking his unresponsive flesh.
Green eyes stared up into harsh black and Snape practically growled, "There is nothing that can't be changed. Everything and everyone is not always what they appear. And besides, Lucius Malfoy does not know everything."
A small smile broke over the potion master's normally stoic features as the cock in his hand twitched and began to grow. Harry moaned quietly, softly thrusting into the slick fist. Snape continued to work the potion into his prick and balls as Harry grew harder and his panting and moaning became louder.
Suddenly, the hands were gone and Harry shouted out in protest.
"Patience, Mr. Potter," Snape purred as he quickly parted his robes and unfastened his trousers. Harry watched as Snape pulled out his own cock, hard and glistening like Harry's, and stroked himself lightly before pressing his body against the naked one before him. "For the healing to be complete, you must find your end. Do you think you can do that for me, Harry?"
Harry whimpered and nodded, his need so great that he failed to notice the use of his first name. Before he could wrap his brain around the turn of events, strong hands grabbed his buttocks and hefted him into the air. Instinctually, he wrapped his legs around Snape's slight waist, locking his ankles for support.
Snape pressed Harry against the stone wall, his hands protecting the boy's tender back from the harsh cold. Their needy flesh met and both men moaned at the sensation. Harry rocked up, needing to feel more, wanting something else. Suddenly, Snape's mouth descended on his own and Harry gasped in shock. The potion master took the invitation and thrust his tongue inside, tasting the boy before he could regain his sanity. They kissed, rough and wild, as they thrust against each other.
Harry was lost in the dizzying sensations when he felt something foreign entering his mouth. He clamped his teeth together, fighting off whatever Snape was trying to kill him with when he felt a gentle push in his mind.
Just take it.
Slowly opening his mouth, Harry accepted the offering as they continue to rut against each other. Running his tongue over the object, the boy realized it was a paper clip. He discreetly tucked the small piece of metal between his cheek and gum as he continued to fuck himself against his former professor.
Snape continued to kiss and bite at Harry's lips and jaw and neck as he thrust against the prone boy. Harry groaned as he felt his balls tighten, knowing he was close.
"Snape," he whispered in warning.
"Severus," the potion master growled back at him.
"Severus," Harry obediently repeated. "I'm close."
"Yes, Harry," Snape moaned quietly against his ear. "Come for me, now. Come."
Harry arched and wailed as his orgasm tore through him. It was painful and violent and the trembling boy could feel the dark magic rushing out of him as he spilled between their bodies. The warmth of his spendings coated his belly and cock and eased the way between and soon Snape was following him over the precipice.
Once they had both caught their breath, the potions master stepped back and quietly righted his clothing before spelling himself clean. He stepped close to the still shaking boy and rubbed the come into his skin.
"Everything can change."
Harry stared into the black eyes watching him so carefully. He lightly tongued the paper clip and he wondered what else could change. Without another word, Snape turned and stalked out of the room, leaving Harry panting and confused. He hung in the shackles and tested the weight of his healed leg.
Softly, Harry smiled. He wondered how long it would be before the portkey would activate. He had friends to catch before they got to Godric's Hollow. Then he had to figure out how he could talk to Snape again and find out how much had really changed.
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Date: 2006-11-19 06:35 am (UTC)I liked it...not really into slash, but the plot was well done and the premise realistic for the time...very well done...
I'm so happy! *bounces* More Potterverse, if you please!
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:59 am (UTC)*hugs and bounces with you*
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Date: 2006-11-19 08:09 am (UTC)very nicely done.
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Date: 2006-11-20 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-19 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-20 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-19 06:35 pm (UTC)Snape is my favorite character. But only when he's good, and everyone thinks he's evil. So I kind of love you right now, for writing MY Snape.
Great story!
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Date: 2006-11-20 06:04 am (UTC)