Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, OR MY WONDERFUL, SEXY SNAPE!

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blood-fire-dragon: ya, sure ya ain't, but this story is dedicated to all our fans out there who want to read this rubbish…I mean uh…story...

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Both: we hope u enjoy this story as much as we enjoyed making it. Anyway this is a yaoi/slash and for those who don't like, LEAVE NOW…and we no except Flames, and anyone who likes these…we celebrate with COOKIES…and MILK!

Yaoi/slash mpreg,threesomes; SnapeOOCness/Harry/OC and Tom Riddle/Draco Malfoy/OC later… NOOO character deaths, except for Voldy… tom & voldy are 2 separate personalities& beings…and there is herm&ron bashing…Harry is 16 going on 17 in this…p.s. mention of Harry self mutilation & past rape. And it is legal for teachers to go for students, thank u


On a rainy night at Hogwarts, one Harry Potter couldn't get to sleep. He tossed and turned, but couldn't find a good position to put himself. Finally exasperated, Harry got out of bed, looking to his window, a flash of lightning shot through the sky, illuminating his pale, soft complexion. Looking over to his clock, it read 11:25 p.m. Grabbing his invisibility cloak, he made his way out of the Gryffindor common room.

Making his way through the corridors, he finally entered the the kitchen. Grabbing a few pastries, he started his way back to his common room…but turning a corner, he ran into the last person he wanted to see…

"Mr. Potter I presume." Snape sneered, removing the cloak and looking into frightened emerald eyes.

"P…professor Snape." Came a frightened squeak from Harry.

"What are you doing out of your common room?" Snape asked, glancing at the few pastries that Harry dropped.

"I…I couldn't s…sleep, so I decided to grab a few…pastries…" Harry squeaked, watching as Snape towered over him.

"Stop stuttering like a fool, Potter."

"I don't have to tell you anything, you greasy old bat." Harry mumbled, looking at the floor.

"What was that you fame seeking murderer." Snape growled, grabbing Harry by the shirt.

"Shut up you inconsiderate asshole!" Harry yelled, tackling Snape to the ground and beating at his face.

Harry had taken Snape by surprise. Snape quickly regained his composure and rolled them to where Snape was straddling Harry's stomach, but it seemed to make Harry more angry and he squirmed harder under him, aiming his fists at Snape's face. Snape hissed and winced as one of Harry's fists connected to his cheek, a burning shock went through his body at the connection, and noticed the feeling of an arousement.

'What…I'm becoming aroused by Potter! No, its…its just warm out here, yea.' Snape quickly thought blushing a bit.

Harry just continued to throw out all of his pent up anger, pain, and loss of his godfather, and not noticing something hard pressed against his chest. Snape growled and grabbed one of Harry's flying wrists. Harry hissed in pain and stilled, paralyzed with shock and fear.

Snape looked down at him in confusion and slight concern, until a dampness in his hand drew his attention there. Releasing Harry's wrist, Snape looked over at his hand, and noticed that it was dripping with a red substance.

"What is this…blood!" Snape gasped aloud, quickly glancing at Harry's pained and frightened expression.

Harry grimaced at Snape's shocked face and tried to push him away…but to no avail, Snape was just too strong and too heavy to push off. Snape grabbed Harry's arms and pulled them up to the light. Snape ripped the cuffs off of Harry's sleeves, hearing a strangled and whimpered cry from Harry.

"Calm down Potter, I just want to see why you are bleeding." Snape said assuringly, checking Harry's wrists, not noticing Harry's stricken ghost white face.

"I…I'm fine, Snape, leave m..me alone." Harry struggled to get out, gasping as Snape shifted his weight on his stomach.

"I will not leave you alone till I figure out why…" Snape stalled, seeing the cuts on Harry's wrists, knowing that they were self-inflicted.

"Get off me…" Harry quietly murmured, eyes widening further as something flashed through his mind, "GET OFF ME!" He screeched, Snape jumped back in shock of Harry's frightened voice.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Snape asked worriedly, but Harry didn't seem to notice him anymore. "Harry?"

"I'm sorry Uncle. I'm sorry, I'm a worthless freak. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Harry mumbled into his chest as he rocked back and forth in a tiny ball.

"Harry?" Snape asked softly, shocked at Harry's own words. He creptforward, softly touching Harry's shoulder. Upon connection, Harry went into a tighter ball, whimpering loudly, small tears sliding down his cheek.

"Shh, Harry its ok. Shh, calm down. Everything's gonna be ok, calm down." Snape soothed, gathering the whimpering Harry into his arms, and rubbing small circles on his back, trying to calm him down.

Harry turned and grabbed at Snape's shirt in a death grip, shaking and crying into his shirt. Snape made his grip a little tighter in a protective manner, the circles on Harry's back becoming more soft and soothing.

"Its ok, nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Shh, lets go and get you fixed up." Snape whispered, releasing his grip reluctantly.

Harry just tightened his hold on Snape, shaking his head a bit into his chest. Snape sighed and picked Harry up, carrying him to his chambers. It was much closer than the hospital wing, and he didn't think that Harry would appreciate the unwanted attention there. Harry laid his head on Snape's chest, listening to his heartbeat, slowly letting his tired eyes droop.

Snape entered his chambers and laid Harry down on his bed. He turned and grabbed some bandages and salves before turning to face the unconscious Gryffindor lying sprawled on his bed. Snape felt his face turn a few shades redder; and his lower region in total agreement.

'I've gotta stop thinking this nonsense. He's hurt, mentally as well as physically, and all I can do is think about…no, stop it.' Snape scolded himself, setting the medical appliances down. Snape turned a few shades redder as he realized he had to take off Harry's shirt.

'Me and my…no! I am not a perverted old man!' Snape snapped at himself and lifted Harry off the bed gently.

Harry's head fell against Snape's chest as he lifted Harry's shirt over his head. Snape noticed a slight burning on Harry's face, and he rested his forehead on Harry's. But immediately pulled back from the heat. Harry had a high fever. Concerned, Snape grabbed a towel and wiped away the sweat on Harry's face, unconsciously moving down Harry's pale chest.

Snape turned completely red as he looked at Harry's slightly toned, pale, and sweaty chest. But then Snape turned completely pale as he saw all the scars on Harry's body. The words Freak and Murderer carved on his chest and back.

The words Murderer was still fresh on his chest, most likely self-inflicted, as if started a week or so ago. The words Freak which was carved into his back, looked a few years old, and all the other scars that criss crossed on his pale body looked slightly older, but for a few which looked extremely fresh, meaning the ones on his arms and wrists and sides, looked just a few days old it seemed.

Snape looked down at Harry's pale, but disturbed features, as if in a terrible dream. Harry groaned and turned his head deeper into Snape's chest. Snape snapped out of his musings and started his work.

Afterwards, Snape laid Harry back down, his whole upper body practically in bandages. Snape returned all his medical appliances back to where they belonged. Tired himself, he fell into the bed next to Harry. Too tired to notice that his arms wrapped themselves around Harry in a protective embrace.


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blood-fire-dragon: yea, most needed soda for many days.

aurablackwolf: took us total 3 hours to finish, listening to DDR music, crazy

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