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      Non-Con, Underage
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      Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter/Ron
      Weasley, Neville_Longbottom/Harry_Potter, Harry_Potter/Fred_Weasley/
      George_Weasley, Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley, Harry/Other(s),
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      Longbottom/Ron_Weasley, Harry_Potter/Fred_Weasley, Harry_Potter/George
      Weasley
  Character:
      Albus_Dumbledore, Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Fred_Weasley, George
      Weasley, Ginny_Weasley, Draco_Malfoy, Minerva_McGonagall, Neville
      Longbottom, Hermione_Granger, Severus_Snape, Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black,
      Lucius_Malfoy, Arthur_Weasley, Molly_Weasley, Nymphadora_Tonks, Alastor
      “Mad-Eye”_Moody, Kingsley_Shacklebolt, Luna_Lovegood
  Additional Tags:
      Good!Slytherin, Evil!Ringmaster_Harry, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological
      Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse, Manipulative_Harry, Emotional
      Manipulation, Manipulation
  Series:
      Part 1 of Unhinged
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-28 Updated: 2017-07-06 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6182
****** Harry Potter; Unhinged ******
by barnabustheninth
Summary
     The first four years of Hogwarts Harry Potter was the Chosen One. The
     Boy-Who-Lived. But, as everything around him began to change for the
     worst, so did he. Harry begins to take part in morbid, vulgar sexual
     acts that would seriously damage his image, and he's aware. Harry
     does everything and more to make sure he isn't found out, even if it
     means calling on the surastic measures.
     Takes place during OotP, Harry Potter is not mine and belongs to J.
     K. Rowling herself!
Notes
     DISCLAIMER- TRIGGER WARNINGS MAY INCLUDE ANY FORM OF ABUSE, AND
     GRAPHIC SCENES OF VIOLENCE AND ADULT CONTENT
     Okay so this is my first fanfiction, and I really wanna know how it
     goes! So comment, please! And granted it's dark, but I hope you
     enjoy. And yes, shitty intro, but I just wrote it in a blurb to set
     of the first chapter.
***** Introduction *****
Bright and booming with life and charisma, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardy was entering its fifth year of antics, either bad or good with the Boy-
Who-Lived himself; Harry Potter. Harry Potter himself though, though the center
of it all, constantly felt conflicted over the whole ordeal. Much like him, he
felt, the adventures over the year got much more stressful and dangerous, more
twisted and disturbed. Especially after the events of fourth year. With the
Dark Lord himself coming back, it threw everything up in the air. Summer going
into fourth year was anything but a long-lost memory and it was the summer to
not only mark the beginning the Second Wizarding War, but the beginning of
Harry's trek down a path that would rival the life of a Death Eater themself.
Now despite all of this, Harry felt strong urges and desires to, not only win
the Tri-Wizard tournament but to finally explore his sexual desires. They were
mild, erotic fantasies that developed quickly into things much more sexual, and
much more vulgar.
His thoughts are what made Harry start heating up in the middle of potions,
biting his lip to stop his nearly unbearable urges to whimper. The thoughts
were vulgar and erotic, always making shivers shooting up and down his spine,
making his breath quicken. His thoughts, convenientaly enough are what caused
these urges and desires. They made him ache and throb during the day and moan
and whimper at night. During all of fourth year, his desires were kept under
lock and key, but during fifth year is when it finally arose and took Harry by
the wrist. It took him by the wrist one mild fall night to the classroom door
of the Head of Slytherin House, Professor Snape, with a plan no short of
diabolical to finally fulfill the dark, disturbing fantasies his thoughts had
finally come to. It had taken him a month or two to stir up the plan, but
finally he thought of a set plan to get what he wanted.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     TRIGGER WARNINGS- RAPE AND NON CONSENUAL SEX.
Chapter Notes
     yeah this chapter, albeit the first gets into pretty heavy stuff
     right away. It's by design, so I can have more of a better
     explanation of everything that happened in Harry's head before
     everything went to shit. I've already got all of this planned out in
     my head so no fear little ones:)
The dour professor sighed irritatedly to himself. All these imbecile first-
years, not knowing how to make a potion in the slightest. Sometimes even the
Slytherins even rode his nerve, but not as much as Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Or
Gryffindor.
Gryffindor.
The name made Snape's tongue taste of copper. The damn house was full of
imbecile, idiotic, reckless children who have no idea how to behave themselves.
And then, there was Potter.
Potter was a completely different story on his own. He was in fifth year, and
he was an absolutely arrogant child who cared nothing for his friends, only his
fame. The Weasley and Granger girl were stupid enough to hang out with him,
call him their friend. If anything, warding them away from Potter would benefit
the children.
Anyways, Snape shook his greasy head and continued to grade the potions he set
the first years to work on. Only few of them were gradable, he thought,
surprised to find himself giving higher marks to a few of the Hufflepuffs. And
to think, the Ravenclaws were the smart ones. After two hours of grading, only
half of them were done. Sigh, he would have to wait another few hours before he
had sweet release to his quarters, where he would remain until dawn.
What Snape wasn't expecting was a knock on his door. The man sighed heavily,
calling blandly for the person to come in. Speak of the devil himself, Harry
James Potter had walked through the threshold with nothing but his wand tucked
away in his sleeve, for a special purpose that would soon come to play. Snape
sneered at the boy, not bothering to stand from his desk, not even look up from
his work.
"What is it you seek, Potter, at such a late hour of the night?" Snape was
completely aware it was only six in the evening. He did not want to deal with
Potter when he had so much to grade. "And do make what ever this is for quick,
for I do not want to spend my evening grading potions, nor talking with you."
Snape was also fully aware that it was a Friday evening, and that he had no
other plans, but he didn't want to be stuck grading papers on the weekend.
Harry let a smirk tug at the corner of his lips. "I need help with my essay,
Professor, because of the crowd of kids surrounding the bezoar during class, I
couldn't quite get a proper look at it." Harry attempted to sound his most
innocent, even though he knew that the essay had been due two days ago. All he
wanted was for Snape to turn his back on him, and that was when his plan would
commence.
Snape sighed, begrudgingly standing up and going to walk out from behind his
desk to go to his personal stores for Potter, for even though he hated the boy,
it doesn't mean he shouldn't help him when he asked for it. Plus, he extended
the deadline for Potter because of a particularly restless night he had the day
it was due.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry stunned the greasy-haired man, smiling in a cruel
way once the older man hit the floor. The sickening crack that followed must've
meant Snape's large, hooked nose had broke- and it had.
Snape was cursing fluently in his head, at the pain and Potter. Oh I will kill
the boy personally once I'm better. He promised himself, and he silently
preformed the reverse spell to the hex. Once he stood, Harry took a handful of
the man's greasy hair from behind, grimacing at the grease.
"Potter! I swear-"
"Silencio! And tut tut, Snape, such greasy hair. I won't be putting up with
that." Harry said, holding Snape at wand point. Snape, now fuming and thrashing
with all his might, once again undid the spell silently and started screaming
profanities at Harry. He kept trying to hit Harry, but it would back fire
because of how Harry had a hold on his hair, and how he was continually yanking
at it. Snape was furious, and in massive pain.
Harry chuckled to himself. He knew that casting those spells on the door before
he came in would prove useful. It also proved useful when he threw Snape's wand
across the room.
"I should blast you where you stand Potter!" Snape spit blood everywhere.
"And I should fuck you where you stand." Harry growled huskily into Snape's
ear, getting on his tip toes and yanking the man down far enough to be able to
bite his ear. Snape gasped in disgust, but Harry quickly slammed Snape's
forehead down on the desk. The loud noise brought Snape's attention back to his
throbbing, bleeding nose, and the pain in his head was began to overwhelm him.
Snape kept trying to fight back, but he couldn't. Harry was slamming his head
down into the desk so hard, it was making his already deformed and bleeding
nose hurt even more. Snape couldn't stop the tears that started leaking out of
his black eyes, and the dizzy sensation he was feeling. Snape felt his whole
body convulse in pain.
"You better not get blood on my cock." Harry growled, throwing Snape with all
his might to the floor. Fortunately for him, Snape didn't hear what Harry said,
and focused on gripping at his head, silently crying at the horrid, pounding
pain in his head and the white-hot searing in his nose.
"Incarcerous! There we go!" Harry praised the ropes sprouting from his wand and
binding Snape, watching the man struggle and gasp for air. Harry pinned the man
on his back by straddling his chest. Snape screamed and struggled, now loosing
his breath at an incredible rate. Harry shoved his wand under Snape's jaw, and
grabbed his chin. Snape was seething through a waterfall of blood.
SMACK! Harry threw his wand to the ground and struck Snape hard across the
cheek. The older man flinched, but Harry didn't stop. He just kept slapping him
and slapping him, on one cheek then the other. It went on like this for nearly
a full minute, and when Harry stopped, the fresh, warm tears were running down
Snape's bloody and swollen cheeks, his body under so much pain.
He couldn't be weak though! He couldn't show it! All those years of working as
a spy for both teams has given him a pain tolerance! All those years of the
cruciatus curse! But not for a pain like this...
Harry was unbuttoning his jeans, sitting on his knees and quickly yanking them
down with his boxers and exposing his semi-erect cock. Once Snape's blurry
vision adjusted and he caught sight of the long appendage, he yelled in fright
and began thrashing harder than before, not paying any mind to the searing pain
in his body. Snape was sweating beyond belief, soaking through his innermost
robes and greasing his hair further. Harry only relished at the sight below
him. It was sick, yes, but it got Harry off, seeing the potions master struggle
and cry under his weight, his cock.
He deserves this, Harry thought. The git deserves every single thing I do to
him. Every. Single. Thing.
"Take my cock, Snape, go on." Harry encouraged, slapping Snape's cheek with his
hardening member. Snape gagged, the desperation of his situation setting in.
Wait! Couldn't he just call a House-Elf? Just as Snape was about to utter what
he could of one of the House-Elf's name's, Harry slapped him harder with his
cock.
"Don't you dare Snape. The minute you tell someone I'll have you dead in an
instant." Harry threatened, picking his wand up and digging it further into
Snape's jaw, creating a black mark.
Snape bared his teeth at the boy on top of him. "You wouldn't."
"Crucio!" Harry cried, casting the second unforgivable curse at Snape, and to
Snape's misfortune- it worked.
He screamed and writhed in agony, the pain in his head from his other injuries
multiplying by thousands. He was a screaming mess after it happened. Harry was
having none of it, so he shoved the head of his swelling cock into Snape's
unsuspecting mouth. Harry groaned at the warm, wet sensation and started
rolling his hips.
"Oh, your mouth is bigger than I thought..." Harry thought out loud, rolling
his hips harder, thrusting into Snape's mouth, giving Snape no time to adjust.
As Harry was thoroughly enjoying himself, Snape wanted nothing more than to- as
pathetic and cowardly as it sounded- run to Dumbledore, Minerva, Lucius even
and tell them, or even kill Harry himself- but he couldn't do that! They needed
Harry to defeat the Dark Lord!
Gagging, Snape tried to pull his head back, but Harry quickly got on, and
reached down, grabbing two handfuls of the greasy hair and yanking it in two
opposite directions, forcing his victim's head to the floor. Harry quickly
positioned himself in a way where he could thrust deep into his professor's
throat, and began doing so.
Shaking, crying, bleeding, choking, under the mercy of his school-boy rival's
son, Severus Snape felt an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time- desperation.
The last time he felt, really anything other than rage was the day Harry had
first walked through the gates of Hogwarts, an innocent child. That day, Snape
was curious, and he only grew more curious as the years went on.
Now, he wishes he never so much as looked at Harry. He was being molested and
beat by a student a little less than half his age and who he was slowly
beginning to realized wasn't nearly as wretched as his father- he was far, far
worse.
Harry groaned. "Snape, you better start using that damn Slytherin tongue of
yours, or Merlin help me..." Harry threatened, not easing his actions. Snape
shook his head the best he could. Harry's vision flashed a deep red, and he
growled at Snape. Harry raised his hips and slammed back down into Snape's
throat with a mighty roar;
"TAKE MY COCK!" He screamed, now shoving his full length down Snape's
contracting throat. The older man gagged more than once as he forced himself to
swirl his tongue around the base of Harry's cock, panicking when his vision
started blacking out. Harry sensed a problem when Snape started twitching and
pulled out of his mouth for a few seconds, letting him catch his breath. Harry
traced his tip along Snape's chafing lips.
"Have your breath yet, Snape?" He asked rhetorically. Snape spluttered on blood
and shook his head 'no', and Harry shoved his cock back in his mouth, balls
slapping Snape's chin. Harry rolled his hips, brutally fucking Snape's mouth,
the pleasure so surreal.
Snape was doing all that he could to get Harry to pull out. He stared pressing
his teeth together, but Harry struck him and pulled his hair even harder,
making Snape whimper. Harry moaned at the vibration and swished his hips in a
circular motion, his heart rate quickening- he was close. Harry's guttural
voice gave Snape a command, but he didn't hear. All he could hear was his
racing heart and his own gags.
"Snape! Make a noise again, and keep with it..." He demanded, louder. Snape
whimpered, and Harry moaned once again at the vibrations. Snape started making
garbled noises, whether an attempt at a moan or a whimper and it brought Harry
closer to his climax each time.
A special heat rose in Harry's stomach, and the young Gryffindor knew what was
going to happen. He groaned loud and really started pounding into Snape's
throat, shaking. His head was too busy whirring with thoughts and a pain as bad
as the Cruciatus curse itself pounding through his head. Once the younger was
right on his brink, Harry gave one last, raw moan;
"You better take my load!" As Harry thrust himself balls deep into the man's
throat, a hot ribbon of semen shot right down Snape's mouth. The man attempted
to scream, but then chocked on the cum, forcing Harry's cock out. Harry rode
out his orgasm by rubbing himself off in Snape's face. Harry looked down at his
master piece after coming down from his high, and let a grotesque smirk dance
it's way onto his lips.
There Snape lay, a sobbing, shaking mess of blood, cum and tears. Harry took
his limp cock in his hand and slapped Snape in the face again, starting to tell
him all sorts of different profanities and crude sayings.
"I bet my father would've loved to see you like this- such a mess under me,
under my cock. Look at you, begging and crying, pathetic." He growled, causing
Snape to shake his head- but he soon stopped, because it hurt too much. Harry
stood up and stretched, staring down at his victim in glory. He then looked to
Snape's pants, frowning at the sight. Nothing. Snape wasn't even semi-hard.
Harry was pumped with a new anger, and turned to Snape. He sat right back down
on his chest, making the other whimper.
Harry struck him again, for he loved the feeling of authority that came with
it. Snape's right cheek was now flaring red, throbbing and swelling. A welt was
starting to form.
"Wh-what do you-"
"I'm not leaving this room until you cum, Snape." He growled. Snape choked back
a sob.
"I need M-Ma-"
"Who, who do you need Snape? Who do you need right now?" Harry demanded,
undoing the bindings on his victim. Snape struggled to move, but he stretched
his arms and legs, shaking like mad. He felt paralyzed, Snape. Like he couldn't
move and that his head was going to cave in.
Harry shook his head, disgusted at the sight.
"I'm going to escort you to Madam Pomfrey, saying you fell down these damn
dungeon stairs, when we come back down don't expect any special treatment."
Harry yanked his Professor off the ground, and stopped, noticing the drying
semen on the frightened man's face. Harry ordered him to clean up, and once he
did, they went off.
"My, Severus! I don't think I've seen you this shaken since your fifth year
here!" The school nurse was fussing over the shaking Professor, growing more
and more concerned for the young man every time he flinched at a raised hand.
She tilted a vial of a potion into Snape's mouth- a calming draught. She turned
to Harry as the Professor swallowed. "It's good you brought me to him, Harry,
his head could've been seriously damaged."
She replaced the potion with a different one to help the head pain and damage
heal. She then drew the curtain around his bed and fussed over him to take off
his soiled robes.
She stepped out to talk to Harry. "I'm glad that you came and talked to me, and
so, was this just a nasty fall down the basement stairs? Or do you think
someone could have pushed him?"
Harry shook his head. "No no, he tripped, the black mark on his chin was him
landing on his wand, you know? So, even though he isn't my head of house I knew
he needed help- he took a nasty hit to the head as he was landing." Harry
thought back to slamming Snape's head on the desk and had to repress the urge
to smile at himself.
Madam Pomfrey went on to inform Harry he would have to stay over night, and he
would be alright by morning to teach. Harry was disheartened at that, for he
couldn't continue what he had started, but he brightened up again when Madam
Pomfrey told him he would stay with Snape until she fetched Dumbledore. Once he
was sure Pomfrey had left, Harry had slipped into the curtains. Watching Snape
shake limply in the bed pumped arousal down to his cock. Harry walked up and
sat on the bed near Snape's head. The older man flinched and turned the other
way.
"Get away from me, Potter-"
"I will do no such thing, Snape. Your Slytherin qualities will get you nowhere
now. Now even Dumbledore the Great can't save his little lapdog." Harry hissed,
grabbing the man's shoulder and forcing him on his back to meet the black eyes
that trembled in fear.
"Not Professor McGonagall, not anyone can help you. Not even Hermione or Ron,
they won't believe you." He hissed, leaning down to Snape, their breath
commingling. Harry would've taken it further, but he heard the hospital wing
door open, and he ripped apart from Snape and scooted closer to the edge of the
bed. In an instant, Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore were fussing over
Snape as if he were their sick child.
Harry was escorted out and back to his dorms where he was met by Hermione and
Ron.
"Bloody hell, Harry! We thought you were never going to return!" Ron chimed,
looking up from his game of wizard's chess he was winning. Hermione, distracted
by the game, made a noise of acknowledgement.
"Oh, I went to see Professor Snape about that essay-"
"What did he say? Rook to D, five!" She ordered her chess piece. She had Ron's
queen right where she wanted.
Harry put on a face of fake concern. "Snape tripped down the stairs on his
robes and took a right nasty fall. Broke his nose, pretty sure he has a
concussion, and his wand almost jabbed through him. I took him to the infirmary
though, should be ok for tomorrow." Harry explained, nodding to himself. Ron
himself even winced at the pain.
"Oh, I kinda feel sorry for the bloke. Was it the full set of stairs?"
"Mhm! Right down the whole thing, nearly got his teeth knocked out." Harry
watched his friend wince, and he skipped up to his dorm, not in the least bit
tired
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay y'all these updates will be very sporadic and undetermined, so
     nearby with me. And keep up with the support and kudos, it means a
     lot!
Snape shook lightly as his first class of the day came down. He knew it was
fourth year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, then the seventh year Gryffindor and
Slytherins.
"Wands away, and-" Snape was interrupted when a Hufflepuff girl decided to
laugh out loud. Snape nearly jumped out of his skin, bumping into the chair
behind him. The kids giggled, but a few stopped at Snape's expression. One of
the kids had to snap him out of the trance and bring him back around.
"Oh... yes, right. Today's lesson is... well the instructions on the board are
there, potions should be done by the end of class, work in pairs. Begin." Snape
seemed very off to all of the kids, not focusing and falling into that weird
trance again.
One of the Ravenclaw's had a question. It was about the potion, so they called
Snape over and he looked at the potion. Snape said nothing, his expression
indifferent.
"P-Professor- is this right, the potion? How does it look so far?" He asked,
knowing that it was. He knew that any other day, a question as 'idiotic' as
that would've driven Snape right up the bloody wall. But today, it was
different. It took a few seconds, but Snape gave the perfectly boiled potion a
quick glance, then awarded fifteen points to Ravenclaw.
Fifteen.
As the kids filed into McGonagall's classroom there was a worrisome buzz going
around, each student expressing their concern for the dour professor at
different times, and soon coming to a unanimous conclusion- Snape had gone
batty. They sat restlessly in their class, watching Professor McGonagall shut
the door.
"Alright- Mr. Ivery?" She addressed the young Ravenclaw with the perfect
potion. The blond took a deep breath.
"Well... Professor... I-Is Professor Snape ok? Like did something happen to
him?" He asked. McGonagall all but brushed off the question.
"What do you mean?" She inquired. Ivery went on to explain every oddity that
happened in the class. From Snape looking mortified over childish giggling, or
awarding thirty points to Hufflepuff for answering a simple question right.
McGonagall was floored by the end of this- she knew Snape had hit his head, but
not that hard!
"So... can you just, go check on him? I think I can speak for everyone when I
say we're actually slightly concerned for Professor Snape." Ivery finished
timidly.
It was a few moments before McGonagall answered. "Yes, yes I shall..." She
spent another few moments deciding whether or not to go and see Snape, but
then, her mother hen instincts took over, and she decided.
"I shall go check on him now. You will have instructions on the board of what
to do, and if Dolores comes into the room, you can tell her that Professor
McGonagall has seen you all fit to be here alone. If she causes trouble?" She
thought. "Leave it to me."
Quickly Minerva set off to the dungeons, hoping to catch Snape in one of his
fits of odd behavior. She slowly opened the large dungeon door, meeting the
eyes of a curious Slytherin seventh year. She put her finger to her lip, the
Slytherin nodded solemnly, then turned back to her lesson.
"Good morning class." Already Minerva was confused- Snape, greet his class? Not
have a snide tone to his voice? It was She leaned in further, hoping to hear
anything more.
"Professor Snape?" Fred and George Weasley inquired, to which Snape visibly
flinched. "Now not to be a stick in the mud Snape but when have you ever bid us
a good morning?" They exclaimed. Minerva watched, waiting for Snape to snap at
them for interrupting and talking out of turn, but all she saw was Snape's
expression grow weary. He nodded with a tired sigh, then seemed disoriented
when the twins called his name again. Snape didn't talk, but quickly scratched
the potion and its recipe onto the chalkboard, and ushered for them to begin.
Snape sat at his desk, something he never really did.
"Severus!" Minerva had seen quite enough to know Snape wasn't well, and strode
into the room, her concern only growing when Snape jumped and fixed McGonagall
with an anxious yet confused glare. The kids all looked from one head of house
to the other, severely unnerved.
"Severus, come, you need to go back up to the hospital wing." She walked over
briskly and grabbed hold of her colleague's arm, and what she had heard from
him was only making her more doubtful that what had happened to Snape was just
a fall down the dungeon stairs. He didn't pull away from her grasp.
"Severus Snape, get up this instant! You are going to the hospital wing!" She
demanded, yanking him up. Snape followed, red in the face and shaking slightly.
She sent the kids up to her room, and brought Snape up, trying to coax him into
talking. He insisted it was the hit to the head that was making him like this,
and Minerva wasn't having any of it.
"Severus, it can't just be this! This is either something far worse than a bump
on the head, or your healing potions have been laced!" She critiqued, examining
his face. Snape shook his head.
"Minerva, I merely tripped, so please don't make me go back up there and let me
get back to work!" He looked over his shoulders down the stairs he supposedly
fell down. Snape shook his head, not wanting to give up his facade so easily.
Minerva looked at him angrily, throwing her hands up at the sarcastic tone she
got in response.
Minerva led him away from the hospital wing, going right up to where Snape had
been dying to go all day- the headmaster's office. His black eyes grew wide as
he was snapped out of his self-pitying trance, and was excited to see the
gargoyle move aside and that he and Minerva were walking up the stairs.
"Ah! Severus, Minerva, what brings you here during class hours?" The old man
asked, a curious twinkle in his eyes. Severus opened his mouth to speak,
excited he was finally going to be able to have a reason to stomp the Potter
boy into the curb, but then as his black eyes met the lively blue of
Dumbledore, his heart fell into his knees, and his breath was stripped from
him, for he recalled exactly what the Potter-Devil had said to him in the
infirmary.
Severus closed his mouth with nothing to say, and nearly fainted into the open
chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. He heard Minerva and Dumbledore speak, but
he couldn't hear what they were saying. At that point, Snape didn't care what
they were saying. He just wanted to go back down and teach.
"Severus! Is this all true, what had happened?" Dumbledore was filled with
worry, looking at his acquaintance with concern. Snape's head snapped up, a
distant look in his eyes. Dumbledore knew that look anywhere, and he shooed
Minerva out, hoping to talk with Snape.
"Headmaster-"
"Severus I don't want you thinking that your head injury is but a headache
caused by your students." Snape felt slightly insulted that he had just been
directly quoted. He also felt impressed that Dumbledore knew him that well.
Snape looked to the floor as Dumbledore spoke to him.
"Severus, look at me." His gentle tone coaxed Snape to look back up. He knew
already Dumbledore would attempt to look through his mind, but Snape blocked it
out.
Snape looked away. "Headmaster, don't try to get me to go back to the hospital
wing-"
"Severus it's for your well-being! I hate to see you-"
"Headmaster! I am going back to class to teach!" He snapped right back, fuming.
But, Snape wasn't quite sure what he was feeling was rage. Not rage at all.
Dumbledore decided to take a different approach to getting Snape to sit back up
in the hospital wing, one he didn't think would work at all.
"If not for me, then, the children. You can't teach when you're acting like
this. Kids not in your house, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff took immediate action,
and addressed Minerva, not their head of house! They do have a slight concern
for you, if nothing else. Really."
Dumbledore was beside himself when Snape agreed to go to the hospital wing
afterwards. He simply got up, nodded, then left. It was concerning, and left
Dumbledore with a feeling of nausea.
"Severus? You're back again?" Madam Pomfrey inquired, looking up from a student
she was addressing. The curtain was half-drawn, so the dour man could only see
the legs of the child at hand.
He nodded. "The headmaster had wanted me to come back, for I was... slightly
off while in class." He admitted, going red in the face. Madam Pomfrey knew
pink was an ugly color on Snape, and red was just as concerning. Pomfrey
patting the student's shoulder, and hurried over to the professor, more than
concerned.
Who was Snape to come up here when not coughing blood and a lung? When not
escorted by the headmaster, or Minerva? When he didn't have a student's ear in
his fingers? When there wasn't a potion involved? When he wasn't so sleep
deprived and wasn't even tired anymore?
She sat him in the cot beside the covered child. Poppy was studying Snape,
wondering what to do with him. Then, to her fortune, and the dismay of Snape,
the very same person to witness the 'fall' was sitting in the very next bed.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, I'm right lucky!" Snape's face drained of color and everywhere
under his shoulders went numb.
The curtain drew back, and Snape was met his attacker's young, dark, atrocious
face.
"Where exactly did Snape hit? How was he after the fall? This might be a bit
more serious than I had originally thought." Poppy asked. Harry put on a fake
look of thought.
"As he was falling, Snape hit his head, around, maybe six times off the stairs
and wall, and he was pretty shaken when he stood up." Harry lied perfectly
through his teeth, making Snape want to vomit right there. How could he do this
so easily? Effortlessly?
"Oh my," Poppy whirled around to face Snape, angry. "You thought to teach in
this condition? Snape, I understand Umbridge is a, wretched woman, but you
mustn't be scared to take your health into account!" She scolded. Harry watched
her and Snape, watching Snape shake slightly, and Madam Pomfrey scold.
"I'm sure the headmaster can deal with her, she can't have a sick teacher on
duty! You could send the school into the gutter if you're careless!" Harry was
confused at the medi-witch's purpose of helpful words. If they were even
helpful. She continued to grill Snape until he had taken the potion that let
Poppy know what exactly in his head was hurting. She left, looking for a
sleeping draught, but couldn't find one, so informed Snape.
The two men were left as Poppy sat in her office, waiting until another student
came in. Harry chuckled, looking over at Snape who was trying to ignore the boy
in the next bed. He listened as Harry cast a silencing charm around the wards
the two sat in, and he swung his legs over the edge of the hospital bed. Snape
winced.
"Couldn't handle it, huh? Couldn't look a Gryffindor in the eye-"
"Shut it, Potter! I've had enough of you!" Snape yelled, immediately regretting
it. Harry shot out of bed and slapped Snape hard, doing it again and again.
After the sixth one Harry stopped, watching the cowering man below him.
"What's wrong, Snape? Hm? Scared?" When Snape didn't answer, Harry growled and
grabbed his hair.
"Ow! Put me down-"
"I will do no such thing! Now you didn't get off last night, so you'll have to
finish here instead!"
Harry and Snape got into a heated argument, lasting nearly four hours in total,
including Snape being struck multiple times, Harry nearly killing him then and
there, and ending with Snape falling flat, nearly crying on his face and Harry
pretending to sleep in the cot next to him as McGonagall rushed into the room
at just the right time.
"Severus! Oh dear! Poppy!" Harry listened silently as the nurse rushed in to
aid Snape.
Severus was ghostly pale. His black eyes were devoid of warmth, even his usual
hatred. He was shaking head to toe, sweating, and couldn't utter a coherent
word. McGonagall and Poppy knew that something was wrong. Snape had to make up
the lie of it being a nightmare, and deal with them fussing over him once
again.
Then next morning, Harry was discharged, and Snape was kept in.
"Headmaster-"
"Do call me Albus, Severus."
Snape sneered his signature sneer. "I am teaching today, Albus!" The old
headmaster sighed and sat down on the end of the bed. Snape turned away.
"No you are not, Severus, I forbid you from it! And I will have Poppy chain you
to this bed if I have to!" Albus tried for a strict voice, but chuckled at the
image of the Slytherin's reaction if he had to be bound.
"Then who will?"
"I shall teach! I know potions aren't my forte, but I shall try!" Albus watched
as his words made Snape groan and roll over, hiding his face into his hospital
bed pillow. Albus shook his head.
"I know, you would much rather teach than be stuck here, but I need you to get
better. Dolores cannot do anything, for the ministry knows better than to
disturb their best connection to Voldemort and fire one of the best teachers
here- it would be detrimental to their image." The old wizard stood up and
patted his colleague on the shoulder, striding out of the hospital bed.
Oh, if only Dolores was the only thing he had to worry about.
As the day wore on, Snape grew more and more afraid of lunch time. Surely
Potter wouldn't come to torture him? Maybe Draco would visit, or Dolores would
come to lecture him? Hopefully, if Potter did come, he would come with his two
friends so they could keep watch of him. I ally when lunch time rolled around
the door to the hospital wing did open. Snape turned the other way, so he
didn't have to watch who went through that door.
"Severus?" It was Minerva. Snape rolled his eyes (which hurt his head to no
extent), and shifted in his bed.
"Yes, Minerva?"
"Are you feeling any better?" She asked, not knowing how to approach the young
man. Snape nodded.
"Oh, very much so. In fact, I could waltz down into my room and just teach a
whole class of double potions for Gryffindor first years." Snape said, every
letter in the sentence dripped with sarcasm. Minerva purses her lips.
"Now Severus, I could do without the snide remarks. I do want to know, how is
your head?"
Snape sat upright in the bed in a single motion, causing both to wince. He had
a heated look on his face- pale, eyes wide and eyebrows knit together.
"Minerva, for the last time, I am fine! Albus is just being the damn foolish
old man he always is! In fact, I could've taught today-"
"Don't lie to yourself, Severus! You know just as well as I that you are in no
fit state to do so! It's a miracle you had agreed to do this! Now, I was going
to ask if you wanted a lunch?" Minerva was very sharp and clear on her intent.
Snape shook his head, angering McGonagall further. She threw her hands up,
turned, and left. Severus sat in the bed, feeling utterly defeated.
Soon nighttime came around, and Snape was trying to fit in at least a few hours
of sleep. So far, nothing. Just five minute spurs of restlessness that only led
to more frustration. He noticed that it was after student curfew, but he didn't
feel any more safe. He knew Harry would just find a way to come in and hurt him
further.
On the bright side that Snape struggled to see, his head was feeling much
better, as was his nose. Snape turned on his side, away from the door, and
closed his eyes once more, trying to fall asleep.
His efforts were soon demolished when he felt something that tasted like muggle
plastic be shoved into his mouth. He screamed, but nothing came out of his
mouth. It was a large plastic ball gag that was shoved into his mouth, and his
hands were then tied behind his back. Snape struggled and writhed as he was put
on his back. He looked around and saw the curtains were closed, and Harry
Potter was kneeling on the bed, in between his now spread legs. Harry was
smirking like a Devil that had just escaped the depths of Hell.
"I told you that you would finish in here, and you will, even if I have to tie
you to this damn bed."
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