Warnings: Contains sadistic and cold Harry, a confused and useless Severus, and a Lord Voldemort that rules over Great Britain.

Disclaimer: I own none of this except whatever original stuff I can imbue into it.

Beta'd by Blackumbrage

Stockholm Syndrome: A phenomenon in which a hostage begins to identify with and grow sympathetic to his or her captor.

THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
by Nenya Entwhistle

Chapter 10
Happiness is Delusional

He was happy here.  Who would have ever thought that Harry would ever listen to him?  Severus sighed and leaned back into the warm lap that he had rested his head on far too many times in the past few weeks.  It was comfortable.  It was… almost too good of a feeling.  It felt unreal at times, but it was real.  They were here, and they weren't going to leave ever again.  He had Harry for himself. 

"Do you trust me?" Harry asked, softly stroking Severus's slightly greasy hair. 

"Yes." 

"That's good," Harry murmured.  "That's very good." 

Severus leaned back into Harry's sweet embrace, enjoying the feeling of hearing Harry's steady heartbeat.  How many times had he fallen asleep to it recently?  Too many times for him to count in the weeks, since they had retreated from the Potter mansion to a small cottage in the middle of no where.  Life was good.  It was most definitely sweet.

"What if I told you that not everything is as it seems?" Harry whispered softly.  "That your trust was misplaced?" 

He breathed in harshly.  He was trembling in pain, the mental anguish much harder to bear than the physical agony.  Harry hadn't spoken the truth?  Was this fairy tale that he had thought to be too good to be true that was true about to fade out of existence?  God, he hoped not.  He didn't want that.  Severus just wanted everything to stay the way they were.  He didn't want anything to change from what they had now.  He was happy. 

"Is it misplaced?" Severus asked shakily. 

Green eyes that were as cold as Severus had ever seen stared back at him.  "You should never have trusted someone that has been involved with Voldemort." 

Severus lifted his head up only to have it pushed back down to the lap where he could feel the hard length of Harry's arousal at the back of his neck.  He couldn't help but respond to his Master's arousal.  How could he help it when he knew how sweetly Harry made love to him?  Harry had to be toying with him.  Harry had to be.  Harry would never, never be this cruel--- not to someone he made love so tenderly too. 

"Foolish Severus," Harry cooed as he stroked Severus's pale cheek.  "You foolish, foolish Potions Master." 

He was frightened enough that he was trembling, but he would not leave those gentle hands as long as they were caressing him tenderly.  God, he was so broken.  But if he was broken, Harry was at least as broken as he was.  No, Harry would never betray him but his Master wasn't exactly sane anymore.  Voldemort had done awful things to Harry.  Harry was possibly even more broken than he was, but if Harry was strong enough to break away from Voldemort than he was strong enough to accept the madness that was the aftereffect. 

"Harry?"  Harry had told him once in his moments of divulging that his voice brought him out of the clouds of confusion that he suffered through.  "Harry?"

"Hush," Harry whispered softly.  "Hush, Severus." 

So he hushed. 

-

Soft lips were kissing his and Severus moaned as he opened his mouth to receive that warm, wet tongue.  When the sweet taste of Harry invaded his senses, he groaned and arched his back up to rub his arousal against the familiar feel of his Master's own desire.  He didn't know of a better way to wake up than to have Harry initiating a love-making session.  It wasn't often that Harry started anything. More often than not, he had to. 

Severus opened his eyes and smiled as Harry's lips left him.  When those lips descended downward to skillfully tug his boxers down, he moaned delightfully as Harry's nose bumped against his cock.  Then that sinful tongue flicked out and licked the head that was leaking out his desire to be fucked good and fucked hard.  When Harry's skillful mouth started sucking him, he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was coming like a geyser. 

That was why he groaned with keen disappointment when he felt Harry's mouth stop sucking on his cock and instead returned to kiss his mouth.  He faintly tasted his own essence before Harry lifted his head and rested it on his shoulder.  "I want you to fuck me." 

Severus felt his entire body tense up at hearing Harry's words.  So far, in their sexual relationship, it had always been Harry that had been doing the penetrating.  It was only right as Harry was the Master; therefore, he was the dominant one.  It was only natural for Harry to want to fuck him hard and fuck him good, but it was unnatural for Harry to want the reverse.  He was the pet; he was supposed to be submissive even if he wasn't really the submissive type.  He had learned, hadn't he?

"Don't you want to?" Harry whispered softly into his ear.  "Don't you want to shove your big cock into my ass?" 

God yes.  Merlin yes.  But even if Harry had taken him away, the dynamics in their relationship hadn't changed--- only the circumstances had, that he had Harry all to himself.  He still didn't quite know what to say.  While Harry had taken him away from the danger that Voldemort presented to their relationship, it didn't mean that Harry was any less strange and psychotic.  The lapse last evening had proven that, not that the sex had been bad afterwards.  Then again, the sex was never bad. 

"Don't you want to fuck me as hard as I fuck you?" 

Did Harry even have to ask?  "Yes," Severus finally answered hoarsely.  "Who wouldn't?" 

Harry chuckled, and to Severus's immense relief it wasn't deranged like a lot of Harry's laughter tended to be.  It was rather tamed amusement that was normal.  That in itself was rather unusual as Harry never did anything that was normal anymore.  But this laughter was normal, and Severus found it strangely sweet.  Everything had been taken away from Harry, his trust in his friends and the life he had known by a man he had trusted… Albus Dumbledore.  It was nice that Harry could still laugh like old times. 

"Fuck me then," Harry commanded, spreading his legs in such a way that Severus knew he wouldn't be able to resist--- not that he even wanted to.  "Fuck me hard." 

-

Something was wrong.  Something was very wrong.  Severus could feel it in the tentative way that Harry was stroking his hair.  Not only was it in the way that was he running his fingers through Severus's long dark hair, but also in the way that his hands were trembling ever so slightly.  It wasn't right for Harry to be showing this kind of emotion.  Harry never showed emotion blatantly, and the little emotion that he did show was the definition of subtle. 

"What's wrong?" 

"You read me too well," Harry whispered, instead of bothering to deny it.  "Better than you should." 

Tension began to sweep through Severus's body, but it was more of an instinctive reaction from how he had been conditioned in the beginning than any real worry currently.  Of course, he was concerned but he trusted Harry. "Is it so bad for me to know you well?" 

"Is it bad for me to know you?" Harry countered, his hands moving to the knots in Severus's neck which he soothed with intuitive massaging. 

Severus groaned and leaned back to allow Harry to ease the neck pains that had been plaguing him since Merlin knew when.  He'd forgotten how long he'd had this chronic neck pain, but it was a terrible affliction.  It might be one of the reasons that he was always cross, he mused.  How could anyone ever be in a good mood when their neck was causing them such aggravating pain?

"Someone's coming." 

Severus only barely registered those words when he heard the distinctive sound of someone apparating into the room.  He thought he was imagining the sound, but with Harry's words of confirmation he knew that someone had arrived.  The question was who?  He didn't have to wait long, not long at all. 

{You have been a very bad pet,} he heard Voldemort hiss something in parseltongue and it didn't sound good.  But how had Voldemort found them?  Severus knew that Voldemort was powerful, but he also knew that Harry was powerful.  There was no way that Voldemort could have found them unless… Harry allowed Voldemort to. 

"What if I told you that not everything is as it seems?" Harry whispered softly.  "That your trust was misplaced?" 

He had been betrayed by Harry who had been betrayed.  It was an endless and a vicious circle.  He was inexplicably hurt.  He had trusted Harry.  He had given his trust to someone that had been intending all along to betray him.  He didn't care about the triumphant gleam in Voldemort's cruel eyes, no all he cared about was looking one last time at Harry and throwing all the disgust and hatred he had possible into what he knew would be his final look. 

"You will be punished," Voldemort declared, "for running away from me, pet, but first there are other things that must be dealt with." 

Harry bowed his head, submissively.  Severus had seen Harry be submissive before, but it hurt Severus to see Harry turn back so readily to the life that he said that he had wished to abandon.  Severus froze.  Harry had never said that he had wanted to give up the life that he had with Voldemort.  What were his exact words again?  Severus couldn't remember, but he did remember enough to know that Harry had said it was for him. 

In the end, it hadn't been for him had it?  Severus was bitter, bitter that Harry had betrayed him and bitter that Harry was so ready to run back to the master that was far too cruel to him.  Why couldn't Harry see that Voldemort was wrong for him?  That Voldemort simply wasn't good for him? 

"I see that punishing you before about your pet didn't teach you the lesson that I don't like to share you with others, did it Harry?" Voldemort stated harshly.  "Well, I see that punishing you physically does no good, but there is always your pet, isn't there?" 

Severus braced himself, expecting to feel pain--- very terrible pain, pain enough to kill him.  But he didn't doubt that before the night was up that he'd be begging to die.  What he found was strange, was that Harry's usually expressionless face showed some emotion… something he wasn't sure he understood exactly what it was. 

"Do you want me to punish your pet, my pet?" 

"No." 

"Too bad."  Voldemort pointed his wand at him and Severus expected Cruciatus… "Avada Kedav…"

There was anguish and… was that concern on Harry's face?  How strange, now that the end was so near.  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Harry screamed, the most emotion Severus had heard from Harry since… since Harry had disappeared into Dumbledore's secret hiding place to rot into evilness?  Yes.  "You promised he was mine!" 

Voldemort didn't seem to really hear Harry, Severus saw his concentration was all too focused on killing him.  But Severus only spared one small glance at Voldemort before all his being was consumed by the sight of an emotional Harry.  It was a breathtaking sight, one that made it worth it to die this moment.  Harry was finally the Harry that he remembered and hated and he was glad to see it. 

It was because he was staring at Harry that he saw Harry moving, moving in front of the deadly curse and as he was trying to shake his head no… he saw Harry's lips moving and it took him a moment to make out the words… the last moment before Harry's life was extinguished, "I'm sorry." 

Green light engulfed Harry, and the Boy Who Lived was no more. 

Neither was Voldemort.  Severus vaguely recalled hearing the Dark Lord's demented screams of rage, he could almost remember seeing the hideous green rebound after killing his Harry and slam into Voldemort with enough power to render the Dark Lord a vegetable.  This time the Killing Curse didn't kill Voldemort's physical body but his mental one.  It took two tries but finally all of Voldemort in one way or another had been destroyed.  Not that Severus really cared… watching the green glare disappear with his Harry…

Betrayed and saved… damn you Harry.  Damn you, I love you. 

THE END.

Author's Note: I'm done and I won't be back for at least a month or more or never.  I don't know.  I had Stockholm basically 33% done with I started releasing it and I hate having WIPs, so next time around (if there is one) I'll probably have a story that is more than halfway done.  I'm more likely to do oneshots and such.  Keep your eyes open, I could pop up in a Fuh-q-Fest some time or another.  Thank you so much for reading this and I would hope that you reviewed to let me know what you thought of the entire series and whether or not I should try to write again. 

Also I went through about 5 different scenario endings in my mind before deciding on this one.  I actually had an entire other scene basically written out that could have worked but in the end I decided to soften the blow a bit.  I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this out but this chapter took me nearly 2 weeks to write (especially the ending).  Thanks for waiting and I hope this chapter has exceeded your expectations.  

Thanks to the following reviewers:
RaeC: Unfortunately ten is the end.
emily: Thanks.
Shuki – aka Quickjewel: Definitely over.
Aspid: Thanks.
csferosha: I like being different.
Doneril: Creepy is good.
DaughterofDeath: done
Kateri1: definitely be careful of what you wish.
ntamara: and it went both way eh?