"Oh my, isn't he a sexy thing" Snape thought to himself his eyes widening in horror as he realised what he'd just thought.
He was not supposed to be thinking that sort of thing about any of the students especially not Harry, grrrrr, and when did Potter become Harry. It had been only two weeks earlier when Severus had returned from spending Christmas with his sister that he had noticed the annoying change. When obnoxious, annoying, pain in the arse had turned into beautiful, sexy and perfect, tight arse that needed bending over a desk and fucking as often as possible.
As far as he could tell there had been no physical change in the brat, he was still a midget of five foot and five inches, slim enough that Severus knew he would be able to surround the slim waist with his hands and make them join. But from the first moment he had seen the new seventh year, he had been unable to keep his eyes off the younger man.
The only reason he had been able to keep his hands off the youth was an image of himself in Azkaban. He knew that if he fucked Dumbledore’s golden boy there was no way that he wasn’t going there. It was the first time he had though about Harry while masturabating but not the first time he had thought about Harry like that and at that moment there was nothing he wanted to do more than bend Harry over a desk and fuck his small, tight arse until Harry was begging to cum.
Severus groaned in anger, couldn’t he at least fantasise about one of his own Seventh years, Draco Malfoy for instance. Draco wasn’t a runt, he was six foot tall with wide shoulders, pale skin, grey eyes and probably the most beautiful creature in the school, the traces of Veela blood in his heritage, making a beautiful human into something simply stunning.
The Potions Master looked down at the soft dick in his hand and scowled at it, it had been hard until he had started thinking about Draco. He replaced pale skin with tanned and slate grey with beautiful green and quickly felt himself starting to harden again.
“Brat, I will get you for this,” he growled. Until the start of Harry’s seventh year spring term he had been quite happy to masturbate to images of fucking faceless men and them sucking him then Harry had to turn up looking delicious and all he could imagine was slim small quidditch players with eyes too green to be real and lips that just needed to be fucked.
He didn’t stop himself this time as the images of Harry playing with his dick and balls made him hard and started pushing him towards the edge, he needed release and then sleep. He fisted his dick hard as he imagined the slim body slithering up his chest and then lowering himself onto the hard dick.
Severus whimpered, Harry’s body was hot and tight, bouncing on his dick like it was the boy’s very own playground. But it was the whispered, “I love you Severus,” that pushed the potion’s master over the edge. A quick cleaning spell was muttered before he turned and fell into a light sleep, trying not to think about the words that his imagination Harry had muttered.
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Harry Potter bit his lip to hold back a whimper as he made his way through the school, there wasn’t one inch of his body that didn’t ache, he was sure that even his hair hurt. He knew that his arm was broken in at least two places and he was ninety percent positive that he had some broken ribs and that his ankle was fractured.
He had no idea where he was heading, he had no idea where his glasses were and he doubted he would be able to see anything even if he could, he recognised the feeling of blood in his eyes. He had no idea how long he had been wandering, he had just been letting his feet lead, he knew his way around the castle blindfolded or in this case blinded.
He let out a muffled scream as he banged his shoulder on the wall and collapsed into a pile of the floor, he no longer had the energy to get back to his feet. Harry concentrated on breathing and hoped that someone found him soon.
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Draco Malfoy was walking through the dungeons, returning to his room after his midnight patrol when he tripped over thin air. Draco had never been clumsy and had never tripped over thin air. He turned and carefully on his hands and knees worked his backwards until he found an invisible lump on the ground. With a quick motion he pulled off the cloak and gasped, splayed on the floor, covered in bruises, grazes and blood was the small frame of Harry Potter.
“Hell Potter what happened this time?” He asked angrily, this was his saviour, Harry and Severus Snape were the reasons that in the summer after his fifth year he had turned to the side of the light, bringing many Slytherins with him because he wouldn’t take the dark mark.
But anger at the other boy drained away when all the smaller boy did was whimper pitifully and curl into a tighter ball. It was a position he remembered well from Voldemort’s persuasion for him to join the ranks of the Deatheaters. Legs curled up to protect vital organs and hands protecting the head.
“Come on let’s get you to Madame Pomfrey,” he said softly and was very surprised when a squeaked negative came from Potter and the Gryffindor actually tried to crawl away with a broken arm, finding that he couldn’t crawl and ending up dragging himself.
Draco sighed, cast a numbing spell and scooped the much smaller and ridiculously light body up into his arms. Potter whimpered once then settled down, even going to far as to rest his head against Draco’s shoulder, “Okay no Madame Pomfrey, so Professor Snape it is.”
“No,” Potter whimpered and then again tried to escape but was unable to, Draco was a lot stronger than Harry on a good day. But it was still a few seconds until Harry gave up and settled back down.
“Fine I’ll take you back to my room and use what potions I have but if that isn’t enough then you’re going to Professor Snape, if that is Okay with you?” Draco asked but got no answer, he looked down and found that the smaller body had fallen into unconsciousness.
With a sigh he summoned Potter’s invisibility cloak to him and returned to his room. If returning for his sixth year as one of the three sixth year prefects (Him, Granger and a Ravenclaw called Boot) had been strange then to return for his seventh year as head boy had been extraordinary. He had had his own room since fifth year, all Slytherins did unless they asked otherwise like Vincent and Greg had.
He lay Potter on the bed and sighed before casting a quick cleaning spell so he could see what the injuries were. in his sixth year along with many others he had taken a year of medical training along with his first year of NEWTS. some like Potter had opted to carry it on for a second year, where as he had changed to do a class on living as a muggle.
Draco cast a diagnostic spell and growled in anger at what the unnamed assailant had done to the small frame.
Draco felt his temper flare and bit his lip to stop his magic from doing the same, no-one except maybe Voldemort deserved to be raped but at the same time glad there was no internal damage, that he couldn’t heal on his own. He spotted a blood stained piece of parchment clutched in Potter’s fist, he pried it free and put it on his bedside table for later examination.
Because of the severity and number of breaks, Draco knew he had to use of the more complicated bone healing spells that he knew. It was in two parts, the first part moved and held the bones in place then the second part healed the bones. It was usually performed in two parts. It was normally performed together with a numbing spell as it was quite painful.
The blonde checked the numbing spell he had cast earlier was still working at top efficiency then healed the small raven headed youth’s bones. Even through the numbing spell Potter whimpered in pain.
Draco removed his healing draughts from the bottom draw and found his strongest ones. He picked up a small bottle with a green potion in it and a small cloth, then coated every graze and cut with the potion, glad when they all healed within a minute after contact with the potion.
Next he found a large clear bottle that looked like it contained thick water. He massaged the liquid into every inch of the small body, paying special attention to the abused genitalia and face. There was no way to get rid of bruises in a few minutes but the potion quickened up the healing process, by morning the bruises would be nothing more than yellow shadows.
He turned the slim body onto its’ front, making sure to turn Potter’s head to one side and repeated the procedure with the two potions but making sure to avoid the other youth’s arse, that would take a special potion.
Draco stroked the pale but healing back as he coated his ring finger with a thick blue lotion, dribbling some more of the lotion into the dark crease before slowly working his finger into the tight arse. Potter started whimpering in pain so Draco slowed his progress even further but didn’t stop and used his free hand to soothe circles up and down the other boy’s spine.
Because half way through the previous year a group of twenty-three muggles had been brought to the castle after being freed from Voldemort’s dungeons, Madame Pomfrey had needed help with them so she had drafted in her class. Many of the muggles had been raped anally and the students had known no way of helping or healing them. That had been Madame Pomfrey’s topic for the next two weeks.
But Draco knew from personal experience that the blue potion mended sensitive and thin membranes with a tingly feeling.
The final thing Draco did was cast a more thorough cleaning charm and give his charge a general healing potion followed by a dose of dreamless sleep then dressed Potter in one of his T-shirts and tuck him into one side of his bed. Draco knew that the king-size bed was large enough for them both to sleep in and for Potter to have as much space as he wanted.
The blonde changed into some green and black soft cotton pyjamas then crawled into the other side of the bed, wondering who had dared to beat up the boy-who-lived and why Potter had been wandering around the dungeons, instead of going to the Weasel and the Mudblood.
Draco woke a few hours later with armfuls of Harry and smiled as a small mouth nuzzled his shoulder before he fell back asleep. He refused to call a boy who was nuzzling him by his last name.
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Harry woke slowly, he felt was, safe and stiff, then like an avalanche it all came rushing back, the beating, the rape. He moved slowly back off the body he was sprawled across and looked around, he wasn’t in the infirmary, unless it had changed location and Madame Pomfrey had changed into a seventeen year old blonde Slytherin.
He vaguely remembered someone threatening to take him to Madame Pomfrey then Severus but obviously neither had happened. From the familiar potions on Draco’s dresser the blonde had healed him then held him through the night. On one hand this was a good, he could probably swear the blonde to secrecy but on the other hand he would have to tell Malfoy everything that had happened.
Harry knew he could trust the blonde, they had worked hard together at the end of their sixth year to protect the Slytherin sixth years and below from Slytherin parents and being forced to become a Deatheater.
With a smile he sat back to wait, Malfoy deserved the truth for helping him and not taking him to Madame Pomfrey or Severus. Madame Pomfrey because she would have fussed over him like he was a baby and Severus because he didn’t want the object of his crush to know what had happened to him.
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Draco woke with the feeling of being watched, he slowly turned over then moved and elbow under his head and opened his eyes, he could see green eyes that looked ridiculously bigger and greener without those stupid glasses.
“How are you feeling?” he asked reaching out one arm to find a small hand, knowing that safe human contact would make Harry feel better.
“Much better.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
It took ten minutes, a very scared Harry Potter sat on his knee and tears on those pale cheeks to get the whole story. Everything from his friends taking his potion notes to copy and finding one of his pictures to his entire year coming into his room and beating him up then raping him with his own broom.
Draco had to tighten his hold on Harry so that he didn’t storm up to the Gryffindor common room and beat them all into a pulp. There was at least one thing about being in Slytherin that was better than being a Gryffindor, the Slytherins were loyal to each other no matter what.
“You’ll heal better with some more sleep, do you want some more dreamless sleep?”
“Please.”
“Don’t worry Harry everything will be OK,” Draco promised as he reached over for another dose of dreamless sleep.
“You won’t tell anyone?”
“No,” he promised, Harry nodded in thanks and drank the potion. Draco held the smaller body until Harry was asleep again before tucking the small frame back into bed and getting dressed.
He would retrieve Harry’s things from the Gryffindor common room, go into Hogesmeade and buy any essentials the other boy needed then the next day they could floo into Diagan Alley from Hogesmeade and replace anything else Harry needed.
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Draco let himself back into his room and smiled at the image that the smaller boy made. Harry was sprawled across the bed, making the cutest breathing sounds, not quite a snore but not quite just breathing. It was a pity Draco had always known that he was straight and had no interest in males.
He placed the tray of food on his bedside cabinet, removing the charmed glasses he had got from Hogesmeade, then removed Harry’s trunk and broom from his pocket and unshrank them. He had used Harry’s invisibility cloak to remove them and he had never been more happy that Harry’s locking spells were unbreakable because he would have hated to see the rest of Harry’s belongings look like his room had. The marvellously courageous Gryffindors after beating one of their own into a pulp had taken his room apart, trashing everything they could and painting everything else.
“Hey you’re back,” Harry said with a yawn as he sat up.
“With glasses.” Draco carefully placed the glasses on the smaller boy’s face then smiled as Harry lifted his hand and pushed them up his nose,
“Thanks.”
“Are you feeling better?” Draco asked as he sat down leaning against the head board, smiling as Harry automatically shifted so that he was leaning against Draco.
“Much Thank-you.”
“You’re welcome, I got your trunk and broom from your room but they got the rest of your stuff including your clothes.”
“I don’t want my broom,” Harry stuttered, cuddling further into Draco’s side.
“That’s fine Harry, I thought you might want to take your anger out on it, we can go to the room of requirement and you can smash it. You can stay in what you’re wearing today and we’ll watch some wizard movies, then tomorrow I’ll shrink some of mine down and we’ll go to Hogsmeade and get you entire new wardrobe and a broom. Do you have your wand?”
Harry nodded no against Draco’s neck, “They snapped it last night, said I wasn’t fit to be a wizard.”
Draco growled in anger but held Harry close to him, making sure Harry knew it wasn’t him that he was angry at. “Snapping a wizard’s wand without permission of the wand owner or the ministry is enough for a sentence in Azkaban, never mind the rest of it,” The blonde finally spat out.
“They can’t go to Azkaban,” Harry said quietly.
“Why? Cos they’re bloody Gryffindors,” Draco replied angrily.
“No because we are at war and we can’t afford to loose any trained and quite powerful soldiers. If we reported it we would loose the entire Gryffindor seventh year, they may not have all hurt me too badly but none of them did anything to stop it.”
Draco sighed but understood, the side of light was once again rapidly becoming the loosing side again in the war with Voldemort for the simple reason that to the light side every life was valuable and would be saved if it could be. To Voldemort most of his deatheaters were nothing but pawns in a bigger game that could be replaced.
“What was your wand made of?”
“It doesn’t matter, the core was one of Fawkes feathers, the same core as Voldemort has, this actually might be for the best. In fourth year brother wands saved me because we couldn’t duel but now I am stronger and better, I need to be able to fight him. I just hope we can find a wand, it took Ollivander long enough to find my first one.”
“I’m sure he’ll manage something, we might as well get your clothes and broom from Diagon Alley if we are going there anyway for a wand.”
Harry nodded and snuggled further as Draco used his wand to turn on the first movie. He was actually looking forward to shopping with Harry tomorrow, Draco thought as he conjured up some popcorn.
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It was the middle of the afternoon when the two boys finally reached Ollivander’s wands. They had acquired an entire wardrobe, a new broom and half a dozens books, all of which Draco had insisted on paying for.
“Draco Malfoy, eleven and a quarter with a dragonteeth core, good for Defensive spells.” Ollivander turned his gaze to Harry, “Young Harry Potter I wondered when you would be back,” Ollivander said as they came in.
“You knew I would be back?” Harry asked in disbelief.
“You need a wand that you can fight the darklord with.”
Harry nodded his head Yes, in his fourth year his wand may have saved him in the graveyard but now he had to be able to fight. Harry looked around and stopped then blinked and stared, they hadn’t been there last time he had been in the shop.
“I see you have spotted the staffs Mr Potter, I haven’t sold a staff in many, many years. It was my wife who made staffs when we first opened, she died many years ago and told me before her death that I would sell all of her staffs before my death.”
“When you first opened?” Harry asked as Draco was asking, “What Staffs?”
“My wife and I were trained by the same person to create wands but she could never do anything so small, so she created power staffs, casting spells on them so that only those worthy and in need could see them. You didn’t need one when you first came here six years ago but now you do. And yes I have being working here since it opened, My mother was a pure blood elf from a time before man was the most powerful race.
“Elves were known as the first born, the elders, time had no significance on them, they were immortal. My mother was Alega Legolas, Princess of Mirkwood, her and her father were the last elves left in this world after the rest of their race had sailed west to the Havens. Alega fell in love with a wizard and gave birth to me, after her mortal husband’s death she sailed west with her father, saying I was old enough to look after myself.
“My wife was mortal too, a very talented witch, a wand maker and a seer. I loved her very much but knew I would outlive her by many, many years. Now I have explained I think Mr Potter that you need to pick a staff.”
Harry nodded, glad that there were no elves left for Voldemort to experiment on in his quest for immortality, “How?”
“Just run your hand across the top of them, yours should glow.”
Harry moved across to the rack and reached out until his hand hovered over the staff on one end, nothing happened. There was about twenty staffs and it wasn’t until the nineteenth one that one of them started to glow, he placed his hand on the end and a green glow engulfed his hand and the wand. A warm feeling spread through his body, much like the one when he had finally found his wand, only on a larger scale.
He picked the staff up and returned to Draco’s side, feeling safe when he was near the large blonde. “It’s beautiful Harry,” Draco said as he took hold of Harry’s free hand.
Harry nodded and looked at his new staff, it was about three and a half foot tall, three inches in diameter, made of dark wood with a snake of a lighter wood forming a grip where he could hold it easily. <Master> the snake hissed at him before moving until it fit Harry’s hold perfectly.
<You speak?> he hissed back.
<Only to you Master>
Harry nodded and continued his visual exploration of his new staff, it was actually two pieces of slightly different coloured wood twirled together and then made almost round and the wooden snake added to the top. At the base there was a lion, a griffin and a Phoenix inlaid in the same wood as the snake, finally there was a red and a green jewel in the top with a paper tag attached to the top.
Harry turned it over but didn’t recognise the writing so handed it over to Ollivander, “As my wife made them she left tags so I could tell people about them. But I remember her making this one, it was the last one she made, gave her terrible problems, she was too old to do it accurately but said she said she had to finish it before her death so I helped. The dark wood is two pieces of mahogany that wouldn’t separate or allow her to make them into wands, the animals and snake are willow, although I didn’t know she charmed the snake to talk.
“The jewels are a ruby and an emerald and there are six identical opals going down the centre, each with a dragon scale from a different type of dragon and finally down the centre there are two strands of unicorn hair, one from a white unicorn and one from a black unicorn.”
“I am sorry about your wife and thank her for making me this,” Harry said as he idly stroked the snake’s head, “How much do I owe you?”
Ollivander shook his head no, “I don’t take money for the staffs, now off you go, I am sure that you need to be back at Hogwarts.”
The two boys nodded and said their thank-yous and good-byes as they left, outside the staff attracted more attention than they needed. Draco dragged them into a gap between two shops, “Ask that snake of yours if there is any way to make its staff less obvious.”
Harry nodded, <Is there any way I can make the staff smaller?>
<Yes Master> The snake hissed then said something that Harry didn’t understand and a few seconds later the staff was gone and Harry could feel a weight around his wrists. Pulling up both sleeves he had the snake wrapped around his right wrist with the multicoloured scales and opals above that as a bracelet. On his left wrist the three animals stretched to form another bracelet with the ruby and emerald between them and finally the last bracelet was five coils thick, about one centimetre thick, made of the two pieces of mahogany twisted together with the unicorn hair twirled into it.
<Can I still use you as a staff like this?>
<Yes but we are only as strong as your wand in this state, in order to practice to your full ability we must be in staff form. Our maker made it so that we could split up, saying you would need to be able to hide your abilities until it was time. Form Staff in Parseltongue will reform us and Form Wand will change the the mahogany and unicorn hair into a wand that people can test and show as a wand.>
<Thank-you>
Harry looked up at Draco as he pulled his sleeves back down, the robes hid all parts of his wand, “Better?”
“Much, come one we have to get back.”
Harry nodded and they walked back towards the Leaky Cauldron.
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“Are you ready?” Draco asked as they approached the main hall for breakfast.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Are you sure you want to sit with the Gryffindors?”
“I won’t let them scare me Draco,” Harry said as he squeezed Draco’s hand before letting go and striding into the hall, his head held high and proud. Draco followed at a slower pace moving slowly towards his seat as Harry sat down, he saw the brave Gryffindors move away from Harry like he was contagious, he could hear them whispering things like “freak” and “boy-who-was-a-fag”.
It wasn’t until he saw tears in those huge green eyes that he acted, moving over to the Gryffindor table, he picked Harry up under the arms and marched him over to the end of the Slytherin table, picking him up so he was stood with one of Draco’s arms around his upper thighs.
“Can you place a silencing bubble around us?” Harry nodded and a few seconds later Draco could no longer hear the hall around them. “You all know Harry, he has helped many of you older house members choose whether you wanted to join Voldemort or not.
“On Friday night the Gryffindors found out that like many of our house, including our house Master, Harry prefers the male half of the population. In all of their wisdom, bravery and loyalty they then beat him up and raped him with his broom. I had to heal his arm in three places, some of his ribs and his ankle. I would like to make him an honary member of this house as his own doesn’t seem to appreciate him. If anyone has a problem with this speak now.” It was silent, no-one spoke and Draco gave them all a big grin, “Good, I expect Harry to be treated as you would treat me, only he might be more willing to help with Homework.”
There were a few laughs and lots of smiles as he lifted Harry off the table and gave him a hug, leading the way to his seat, moving Pansy up so Harry could squeeze between them.
Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table, not liking the looks that they were sending at Harry, he made sure his fellow seventh years and the sixth years were all paying attention before he spoke again, “Harry goes no where on his own, I will be with him for nearly all of his lessons, Care of Magical creatures Vincent and Greg stay with him. Apart from that he does not leave the common room alone, I don’t want those Gryffindors to get another chance at him.”
“Yes Draco,” came the response from nearly all of the Slytherins, first year to seventh year.
Draco turned and looked at his little charge who was silently eating a bowl of porridge, “I want an answer off you too little one, you have to promise to stay with at least two people from sixth year or above. There is only me Vincent or Greg that you can stay with on our own, understood?”
Harry nodded, “I promise Draco.”
“Good, do you want to release the spell now.” A few seconds later the sounds of the houses could be heard, “Eat up, I don’t want anyone late for class.” Draco turned back to Harry, taking out his wand, “One last thing,” he said as he tapped his wand against the Gryffindor mark on his robes, replacing it with the Slytherin crest. “An official Slytherin now.”
“Thank-you Draco.” Harry said and gave Draco hug before returning to his breakfast.
Draco gave his friend a smile and said what was on his mind, even though he knew it made him sound like a mother hen, “Just make sure you eat plenty, you need to fatten up.”
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At the teacher’s table Severus Snape watched the strange behaviour between Draco and Harry, he wondered what had happened to make the Gryffindors hate their golden boy this time. He had got to know Harry quite well while working to save Draco and the other Slytherins from Voldemort.
Severus felt the red hot flames of jealously deep in his belly as he saw Draco’s arm wrap around Harry’s thighs, so high it was almost the smaller boy’s waist. Curiosity mixed with jealous as a silence bubble was placed over the entire table, he was even more curious when Pansy Parkinson moved up and allowed harry to have her seat next to Draco.
He sighed knowing he would find nothing out now but his first period was double with the seventh years, he would find out the truth then. Draco would tell him the truth if he had to give the head boy Veritaserum.
Sweeping into his classroom he wasn’t surprised to find Harry sat next to Draco but was surprised to see that Granger and Weasley (Merlin knew how Weasley had got an O in his Potions in his O.W.Ls) were sat on the opposite side of the classroom, shooting glares at the Slytherins. The thing he was most surprised about was the Slytherin crest on Harry’s chest.
“Mr Potter wearing the robes of another house is against the rules, twenty points from Gryffindor.”
“Sir I changed it, the Gryffindors decided that they no longer wanted a valuable member of their house because he was different so we have adopted him into our house,” Draco answered,
Severus looked down at the smaller boy, could see that his small hand was clutched in Draco’s robes then looked over at Granger, Weasley, Finnegan and Brown, all of whom were glaring at Harry with undisguised hate. He nodded to Draco, “Then another twenty points from Gryffindor for being stupid enough to loose such a valuable member of their house. Now get out your cauldrons, page fifty-seven, I want everyone to work with partners of their own choice.”
The class started working in silence, Severus walked around, wondering what had happened to Harry, what had made Draco adopt him to the house. He stopped behind Harry and Draco about half way through the lesson, “Draco I would like to see you after the lesson.”
“I don’t want to leave Harry on his own, would it be possible to see you this evening instead.”
Severus thought for a few seconds, “I expect to see you tonight.” Draco obviously thought Harry needed a protector and Severus wouldn’t leave his fantasy without that protection.
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Draco watched Harry as he sat in the Slytherin common room by the fire reading an advanced book on DADA, more advanced than they were doing in class and probably ever would do. He watched nervously as a group of fourth years approached Harry and smiled when the leader of the group spoke, “Harry we heard you were really good at Patronus, we did it today in class and were having some problems, could you help us?”
Harry gave them a smile, “Of course, grab a quill and parchment and take a seat. I’ll tell you all I know about Patronus.”
The whole group grinned and scrambled around before returning to sit in a circle around Harry, the group about twice as big as it had been when they had first approached, Draco listened for a few minutes as Harry told them things about Patronus that he didn’t even know.
“Harry I’m going to go and see Severus, don’t leave without protection.”
Harry nodded and carried on with his fact giving lesson, Draco was glad that Harry had been accepted. Draco left the common room and went to Severus’ office, all Slytherin’s had the password so he went straight in.
“Draco would you care to now tell me what this morning was about?”
Draco nodded and started explaining, about finding and healing Harry, about the explanation Harry had given for his state and finally about his wand being snapped and getting a staff instead. By the time he was finished Severus was pacing up and down his office almost growling.
“If he hadn’t wanted to keep it a secret I would take so many points off that house they would never win the cup again. Is he okay now?”
“I left him teaching the fourth years about Patronus, he seems to be okay, he is staying in my room for moment.”
Severus nodded and sat back down, “Keep an eye on him and make sure he has keepers all the time.”
“I have Severus.”
“Good, how is your mother?”
Draco smiled they had been friends since he was only six and his father had been too busy to play with him. They often had long chats about his mother, potions and many other things.
It was close to midnight when the blonde finally returned to the common room surprised to see that Harry was the only one still there. He was about to call out when he heard whimpering and a black haired first year appeared dragging his quilt. The first year also looked surprised to see someone in the common room but Harry just smiled at him, “Can’t sleep?”
The first year said nothing for a long time then nodded his head yes, “I had a nightmare.”
“You have it often?”
“Since I was little, I find it easier to sleep out here.”
Harry nodded and patted his knee, opening his arms, the first year moved so fast Draco almost missed it. the youngster quickly had himself settled into Harry’s arms. “What happens in your nightmare?”
“It’s the night that my parents and little sister were killed, my brother was at a friends and I was hiding in my room. We moved to stay at my Grans, Max always held me like this when I woke up from a nightmare.”
“Will I do as a stand in brother while you are here?”
The first year nodded, “I’m Will.”
“Harry, come on Will back to bed, I’ll stay with you until you fall back to sleep and in the morning I’ll give you a bracelet so that you can find me every time you have a nightmare.”
Will nodded and Draco watched the only slightly smaller first year drag Harry to the boy’s first year dorm. Harry turned at the last minute and gave him a grin, Draco nodded his head in acknowledgement, glad that the young man had been accepted.
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Harry was bored, he was sat in the library with Vincent and Greg, they were doing their Care of Magical creatures but Harry had been finished for twenty minutes. He was trying to read a book he had found on charms in the home but he was too tired and was spending most of his time yawning. He was hiding his tired behaviour from the other two boys, knowing they would want to walk him back to the common room but he knew they had to finish their homework.
It had been two weeks since he had been adopted by the Slytherins and could easily say he was very happy. Everyone knew he was Harry Potter but no-one treated him as more than Harry, he could often be found in the first year dorm telling muggle fairy tales and spent a lot of his time giving lectures on various spells. He felt like he belonged in the Slytherin house more than he ever had in the Gryffindor house.
He still missed Hermione and Ron, it was Hermione’s hate that hurt him the most, he had always thought she would be more tolerant. But it didn’t really matter Draco was always there to look after him and Pansy and Blaise weren’t so bad once you got past the fronts they kept up.
His largest concern was Dumbledore, the fact the headmaster had done nothing, hadn’t called him to his office or even really looked at him too much. In the end Harry had decided to ignore the old manipulative fool just as he was being ignored, in the end he didn’t mind, he still had Draco and his fantasies about Severus, knowing that the older man was also gay had not helped calm his dreams at all.
The first time he had woken up in Draco’s arms, his pyjamas wet with his own emissions he had been embarrassed and scared that Draco would not let him stay any more. But Draco had just chuckled and whispered a cleaning spell saying it was all right and it happened to everyone.
Harry jerked up, waking himself back up, “Vincent, Greg I’m heading back down to the common room.”
“Okay we’ll walk you,” Vincent said as he started to pack up.
“No, you two have to finish your work, I’ll take the secret corridor and be in the common room before you know it.”
Neither of the other boys looked too convinced, “Draco said not to leave you alone.”
Harry nodded, “I know but I’ll be fine, if Draco says anything just direct him to me.”
They were silent for a few seconds then both nodded, “We’ll see back there soon,” Greg said.
Harry nodded his head and gave them a smile before gathering up his books and parchment, putting it all back in his bag. He left the library and was almost back to the Slytherin common room when he heard the familiar voice. “Where are your protectors now fagboy? They finally learnt you aren’t worth the effort.”
Harry clenched his fists, feeling his staff around his wrists knowing this time he wasn’t defenceless, “Ron please just go away,” he forced out between clenched teeth, refusing to face the other boy incase he hurt him.
“Do not call me that Pothead, you don’t have the right any more and why should I go away, you didn’t tell anyone last time so I know you won’t this time.”
Harry growled and span around, not surprised to come face to face with his four ex-room mates, Colin and two other sixth years he didn’t really know. “You just don’t get it do you Weasel, I didn’t report it because we are at war and we need soldiers here fighting not in Azkaban for raping a year mate and breaking his wand. Where as you might not care, I have to look at the big picture, I have to remember that I can’t beat Voldemort alone, I need an army and you are part of it.”
The Gryffindors just stared at him then growled, “Get him,” Weasel growled.
Harry felt his anger roll to the surface and managed to stupefy two of them before they were all over him. He tried to fight back, using magic and his body but they were too strong and too many of them. He finally found himself bruised and bloody with a Gryffindor sat on each limb and Weasel unfastening his trousers.
“Well fagboy you seemed to enjoy it last time.”
Harry found a new lease of life and started struggling again but it would have been useless if another voice hadn’t froze his attackers. “Thirty points off Gryffindor each and detention with Filch for a week, now get out of here and if I see you in the dungeons outside of your potion lessons then you will have detention every night for the rest of your life.” No-one moved for a few seconds until Severus snapped at them again, “Move and if I hear of any of you seeing Madame Pomfrey for your injuries you will wish you were dead.”
Like Voldemort himself was after them the Gryffindors vanished and Harry looked up as glasses were placed back on his nose, “Where are your protectors you silly boy?”
“My fault I told them to stay in the library, how was I to know that Weasel had taken to lurking in the dungeons on the odd chance I might be on my own,” Harry replied, glad that while they had split his lip it didn’t hurt to much to talk.
Severus just gave him a ‘you should have known better’ glare and scooped him up into his arms, “Let’s get you back to my room and heal you, make sure Draco healed everything properly last time.”
Harry nodded and settled into the firm shoulder, sighing as the scent of dried herbs and the dungeon surrounded him. He couldn’t remember when he had started “Liking” Severus, it had been dreams first of nameless men that had changed to that of the potion master, being possessed and owned.
Severus sighed as the last marks vanished from the slim body, when he had found the Gryffindors on top of Harry he had wanted to do nothing more than practice the curses he had learnt as a Deatheater. When they had left he had been torn between throttling the smaller body for leaving his protection and scooping him and holding him so tight he would never get away again. If the Gryffindors ever dared to touch his Harry again he wouldn’t just kill them, he would use them in guinea pigs for his new potions and ones like Weasley would be cut up to be used in his potions.
It took him a few minutes to realise that he had been stroking Harry’s shoulder and pulled his hand away like he had been stung missing Harry’s hurt look as he stood up. “Are you feeling better now?”
“Yes thank-you Professor.”
“You can call me Severus Harry.”
Harry nodded and started to get up so he get redressed and return to the common room before Draco started to worry, as Severus obviously didn’t want him in his quarters. It had felt so good when those strong hands had been stroking his chest and shoulder and Severus’ withdrawal when he realised what he was doing had hurt him deep inside. He had his trousers on when he felt slim hands on his shoulders, turning him around to face Severus, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Back to the common room before someone gets worried.”
“They already know that you are with me. I didn’t want your dragon protector to start worrying about you.”
Harry nodded his head yes and then without realising it stood on his tiptoes as he looped his arms around Severus’ neck and kissed those thin red lips. Harry moaned as long arms wrapped around him and the thin lips softened, massaging his and a tongue slid in through his lips. The raven headed boy had no idea how long that agile tongue had been exploring his mouth and playing with his tongue before he was pushed back.
Harry looked up and the blank look on Severus’ face was like a slap in his face, he felt like his heart was about to explode and Severus looked like it had just trod in something unpleasant. “Mr Potter we can not do this....”
Harry didn’t wait around to hear anything else, he bolted from Severus’ quarters like the hounds of hell were after him, “Mr Potter” in that cold voice echoing through his head. Taunts he had heard from Weasley and the Dursleys added to the cool voice, all telling him he was a freak, not worthy, never going to find someone to love him, unclean.
He used a secret entrance into the headboy’s rooms, not wanting anyone to see him in this state, he was so dirty, so unclean and used. He was already stripping again as he ran through Draco’s room, slamming on the shower, he grabbed his shower gel and stood under the boiling water as he scrubbed and scrubbed at his skin, trying to get rid of the tint of darkness so that he wouldn’t disgust Severus. All the time muttering under his breath.
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Draco came into his room, surprised to hear his shower on, Vincent and Greg had told him that Harry was Severus. Normally he would have let Harry in peace but there was steam starting to flood into his bedroom. He went quickly into the bathroom and gasped when he got close enough to see Harry, the smaller boy’s skin was bright red, even bleeding in places and Harry was still scrubbing at him self with a vicious looking brush.
“Not good enough... freak... Not good enough Mr Potter... Fag... good for nothing...” Harry was muttering, Draco strained to hear more even as he moving so that he could turn off the water and catch Harry. He froze when Harry varied his muttering, “Not good enough for Severus... Got to be clean... Doesn’t want a tainted boy.”
Draco groaned, he knew Severus had done something now and he was going to kill the older man. He had thought that Harry had taken the beating too well, got over rape too quickly and now he knew that he just had cope with Harry’s feelings. Draco flicked his wand and turned off the water, a wet and bleeding Harry turned to face him. The blonde gave the front of Harry’s body a quick look over, gasping at the sight of the smaller boy’s penis and balls, both were bleeding.
“Shh Harry it’s okay,” Draco whispered and cast a sleeping spell on the other boy, catching him and carrying him to bed. It took him nearly an hour to make sure all of Harry’s wounds were clean and healed and then rub a potion all over him to take away the light burns and bad skin. He finally pulled a blanket over the smaller body and sighed as he stroked a smooth cheek, “It’ll be okay Harry, you sleep and I am going to go and sort out our Potions master.”
Harry didn’t wake up but some of the tension seemed to drain from his body, Draco sighed and stroked his friend’s cheek again before standing up and gathering himself like he was off to battle. In a way he was, he was off to battle Severus and his emotions, an even tougher battle than Harry would have against Voldemort. As a final thought he grabbed the piece of paper he had pried out of Harry’s hand all those weeks before.
“What did you do to him Severus?” Draco barked as he stomped into Severus’ room, glaring at the man sat drinking a glass of what he guessed was fire whiskey.
“Nothing, nothing,” The older man muttered.
“If you did nothing then why did I just have to put him asleep because he was in the shower with water so hot it was burning him and scrubbing at himself so hard he was making himself bleed.”
Draco was glad when this news jerked Severus’ head up and that there was concern and pain in his eyes, “Is he okay?”
“He will be, he is sleeping at the moment, now tell me what happened,” Draco demanded and slowly between sips of fire whiskey and what sounded suspiciously like little half sobs his teacher told him. Stuttered over the near rape, blushed slightly at the stroking and went blank, drinking more fire whiskey than during the rest of the story, when he explained about the kiss.
When he had finished Severus looked up at him with pain in his eyes, a blank face and a dead voice (symptoms Draco recognised as Severus hiding his feelings) and said, “He only did it because I rescued him.”
“For a spy you can be unobservant, he has been looking at you like you were his favourite sweet for months. It was you that got him beaten in the first place,” Draco said as he handed over the piece of blood stained paper he had removed from Harry’s grip.
It hadn’t been until a week after that first healing that Draco had remembered the parchment and opened it. His first thought had been that Harry was an excellent drawer and his second action had been to blush, much like Severus was now.
“What is this?”
“What I missed out when explaining to you what happened to Harry was why they had suddenly beaten him. Someone borrowed his notes and saw that, the entire year went after him but it didn’t put him off guys or you. I thought he had been healing too well, hadn’t had much of an emotional reaction to it so now that we have talked I don’t blame you Severus. He needed this but more than that he needs you. I am going to spend the night in Vincent and Greg’s spare bed with silencing spells, I am trusting Harry to you again, don’t mess up this time.”
Draco waited until Severus had nodded, never taking onyx eyes off the piece of parchment, before leaving, hoping he was doing the right thing and that Harry would be okay.
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Severus continued to stare at the parchment, ignoring the dried blood on it, it had obviously been ripped out of the middle of notes but it was so lifelike. It was him of that there was no mistake, he was leaning over a cauldron, concentrating on the potion, his hair shielding his face and one hand dropping something into the cauldron. Around the picture there were larger pictures of his hands, his eyes and arse if he wasn’t mistaken. All of the pictures looked very lifelike, looking into the penned eyes was almost like looking in a mirror.
Severus folded the paper and placed it in his pocket then left his room, he would let Harry draw him again at a later date but for now he had a certain Raven headed Gryffindor turned Slytherin to convince he was worthy and loved. He didn’t care that he was older than Harry by twenty years or that the boy was a student or even that he was a Potter, he was his Harry.
Valentine’s day was in a week, Harry would not be alone this year, he already had his first perfect gift in mind and if that didn’t work, he would not stop. He didn’t care how long it took the younger man to be convinced of that, Severus would happily spend the rest of his life proving Harry was worth his love, Severus promised as he stepped into Draco’s room.
“Mine,” Severus whispered as he wrapped long arms around the slim body. Smiling when Harry snuggled back into with a murmur of his name. Harry would be his for all time, no matter who he was.
THE END
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