Confession of Pain - Teen (Snarry , Lucius)
Title: Confession of Pain
Author: sapphiretragedy
Rating: Teen
Challenge: 27 Dark!Harry/Severus Lucius as slave (servant). For thematic_hp.
Characters: Harry/Severus, Lucius
Warnings: Dark!Harry
Notes: Feedback is always welcome.
Revenge is a confession of pain, - Latin proverb.
*
Harry watched Voldemort fall into a withered, crumpled heap. He felt the power surge through him and recede. When it was gone it felt empty. He looked over at Severus with wide eyes. "You - what have you done?"
Severus drew back his hood and tucked his wand into his robes. He walked toward Harry and reached out for his hand. "I didn't do anything, Harry. You did it."
"I - he's dead. And I'm different. What did you do Snape?" Harry moved forward, advancing on Severus. "What was that spell?"
Severus fell backward as Harry toppled onto of him, fists beating against his torso. "Harry - fuck - stop this! Stop." He reached his hand under his body and pushed Harry off of him. He rolled on top of Harry.
Harry pulled Snape's hair in an attempt to hold his hair back. Severus countered by biting Harry's shoulder. "Damn it, fine - you win." Harry cried, falling backward and breathed heavily. He didn't have the energy to fight Severus - especially after what he'd just done. "What did you make me do?" he asked again.
"Dark magic was the only way to destroy him. You knew that," Severus whispered. "You were willing to do anything to stop him."
There was a long pause. Harry stared up into the darkness, Severus's arm across his chest. "I didn't realize," Harry said, his voice thick, "it would mean I would have to become him."
Harry reached out for Severus. He held on to the robes that were wet and caked in mud and pulled the other man nearer to him. He could still feel - and that meant he hadn't yet become the thing he hated most.
Later, when Harry found it prudent to identify the beginning of his relationship with Severus, he would label that moment as the start. There with the two of them lying in cold, wet earth, panting from exertion and the weight of future responsibility Severus and Harry became an inseparable pair.
*
Harry spent his nights pacing; it was rare that he indulged in sleep. It was rarer still that he needed sleep. The magic that pulsed with in him propelled him through life allowing him to do all of what he needed and most of what he wanted. This night he was pacing in the study. Severus was off in search of - something. He kept it a mystery and Harry allowed it. He was getting nervous, though. Lupin had been getting too close for comfort lately.
"Harry," Severus called from the doorway. He was leaning his lanky frame against the door, peering into the room without stepping foot into the room. "I have a present for you."
Harry turned toward the door. "You're back. Did you bring me any Order members to practice Cruciatus on?" he teased.
"Better," he whispered, crossing the threshold. Severus stood back from Harry and surveyed him. "You're looking rather well rested. Did you actually manage to sleep?" Severus's voice was hopeful.
Harry shook his head and sighed. "No, but it's not really for lack of trying."
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Damn. I thought that potion would've been effective." He paused. "We'll try something else. Don't worry. You'll get control of this magic before it gets control of you."
Harry moved closer to Severus and wrapped him in a tight embrace. "I know you will, Severus." Harry pulled back and smiled indulgently at Severus. "You said you brought me a present."
"I found Lucius."
Harry tensed up. Severus held Harry's shoulders. "Harry, look into my eyes. You need to stay calm." Severus pushed into Harry's mind, feeding him memories of pleasantries to keep him focused on anything but his rage.
Severus was surprised to find himself pushed from Harry's mind. Harry broke free from Severus's grasp. "Don't," Harry snapped. "You don't get to rob me of this. I'm owed this."
"Harry -," Severus said, sternly, using his classroom voice.
Harry glared. "We are not at Hogwarts, Severus. You don't get to order me around or modify my behavior." Harry reached for Severus's arm. "I marked you. I marked you." His voice fell to a dangerous whisper.
"I haven't forgotten my place, Master," Severus replied, angrily.
"Severus - you didn't see what he did to them. They had me there in that cell for days - tied, bound, silenced. And that man took each one of my friends in front of me, tortured them - raped Ron and Ginny while he beat Hermione because her blood wasn't pure enough. And that's putting it simply.
"I still see their blood on my hands when I actually dream and wake up with my throat raw from screaming out. Maybe - just maybe if I can control this thing before it gets me. I don't want the darkness to consume me. I want to consume it."
Severus stared at Harry. Not the man who he served - whose power he hoped to help tame - but the man he cared for. He knew what it meant to need revenge. And he was in no position to deny Harry that pleasure.
Severus nodded. "He's in the library."
*
Lucius was bound, kneeling in the center of a rather well furnished library. He would have enjoyed the scent of leather and parchment and ink had he not been distracted by his own fear.
He'd been so careful covering his tracks. He'd eluded capture for years. But no matter, Draco and Narcissa were safe. He was happy to sacrifice his life to keep them from harm.
He heard footsteps approaching. "If you're going to kill me, make sure you take your time - get as much pleasure from it as possible," he said, loudly.
"No worries, Lucius. I intend to wring as much pleasure from this situation as possible," Harry whispered. He sat down in a large stuffed leather chair situated behind his desk.
"I killed your friends."
"Yes. I remember - every detail." Harry paused. "You are going to pay for every syllable you uttered, every blow you dealt, every spell you cast, every drop of blood they shed. Not to mention every moment I've had to think back to that bleakness."
Lucius swayed on his knees. He was suddenly overcome by emotion.
Harry tapped his wand against the oak desk. "Oh, did I frighten you, Lucius?" Harry said, with mock concern. "I wouldn't want to make your stay here uncomfortable."
Harry got up, chair creaking as he shifted his weight to get up. Lucius felt the binding spell fade away. Lucius rubbed his wrists. "Thank you."
"Stand up, Lucius," Harry ordered.
Lucius stood and looked at the Boy-Who-Lived. The boy was gone. Lucius did not expect to see the hardened eyes looking back at him - full of hate. There was a glimmer of something familiar in Harry's eye. Lucius took a step back and fell to his knees. "It's true - the rumors. That werewolf was telling me the truth." Lucius bowed his head reverently.
Harry sighed. "This is not a time for dramatics." He walked over to Lucius and kicked him - the blow landing soundly on Lucius's trunk. "Get up."
Lucius stood again. "It would be an honor to die by your hand, Lord."
It was then, that Harry was inspired. Clearly, conventional torture and subsequent death would not be enough to punish this man. "Death is not what I had in mind."
"I won't give you my family."
"I don't want them. They're useless to me."
"Take off your clothes."
Lucius looked at Harry wide-eyed. "I - Severus does not like to share."
Harry laughed. "I'm not going to defile my body by fucking you. Don't flatter yourself. Take. Off. Your. Clothes."
Lucius hesitated, but his hand made quick work of the fastenings on his robes, then his trousers. He was standing naked before Harry, unarmed and completely vulnerable.
"Give me your arm," Harry ordered.
Lucius clasped his arm to his body. "I will not consent to serve another master." He paused. "I will die honorably by your hand - by your whispered curses; but I will not sign myself over for a life of servitude."
Harry shook his head. "You misunderstand. I am not asking for your consent. If you do not give me your arm, I will take it. You will be bound to me. You will serve me. You will pay back every transgression. And then, after you debt is paid, I will consider allowing you an honorable death."
Lucius shivered as Harry spoke, despite the warmth of the room. He could feel tears prickle at the back of his eyes. He cursed himself for his own weakness as he uncurled the fingers of his right hand, one by one, from his left arm leaving red marks on his arm. He looked down at his unmarked forearm for the last time as he lifted it toward Harry.
Harry grabbed Lucius's arm painfully toward him and gripped it tightly. He pressed his thumb into Lucius's arm. Lucius screamed out as he flesh seared. He gagged against the acrid stench of his own burning flesh. Harry released Lucius's arm. "You belong to me. Body and will, Lucius. You are mine."
Lucius fell to his knees, cradling his newly marked arm to his chest. Harry breezed past him - leaving Lucius alone with the formerly comforting scent of old leather and parchment. The memory forever tarnished by the scent of his own burning flesh.
*
"You didn't kill him?" Severus asked, shocked. "He's dangerous."
"He's not dangerous if he's bound to me as a house-elf is bound to me. I control him completely - we control him, actually, as your part of the family."
"What's done is done. I just wish you had consulted me. There is no point to keeping me as an advisor if you don't seek my advice," Severus said. He handed a vial over to Harry. "Drink. It's just finished brewing."
"If I sleep then it works?"
"The answer hadn't changed from the last brew."
Harry glared. He unstopped the cork and downed the contents. "Severus - you put - rosehips in this."
"Yes," Severus answered absently. He was about to ask why when Harry doubled over and vomited all over the floor.
"Rosehips make me vomit," Harry said, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
"It was the only thing we hadn't tried. Next time we'll counter it with a bit of crushed ginger root in a tea beforehand."
Severus pulled out his wand to banish the mess. Harry held up his hand. "Wait. Call for him."
"Lucius," Severus called.
Lucius walked into the room with his head bowed and dressed in tattered robes. "You called, Se-Ma-," he cleared his throat, as he struggled not to use the word master. His efforts were wasted, however. "Master."
Severus smirked and turned to Harry. "I think I'm going to enjoy this."
"Lucius, clean up this mess," he said, pointing to the mess he made on the carpet.
Harry watched, a smile playing on his lips, as Lucius struggled against the command. His body was compelled to obey. One foot moved forward and Lucius struggled to bring it back into place. Each step Lucius made was forced, mechanical, against his will.
"On you knees, slave," Harry barked. "Scrub this floor."
Lucius fell to his knees and held out his hand. "My wand?"
"No magic." Severus said as he dropped a pile of rags he summoned in front of Lucius. "As I understand it, you're to repay your transgressions. Retribution is never easy."
*
-Fin
Author: sapphiretragedy
Rating: Teen
Challenge: 27 Dark!Harry/Severus Lucius as slave (servant). For thematic_hp.
Characters: Harry/Severus, Lucius
Warnings: Dark!Harry
Notes: Feedback is always welcome.
Revenge is a confession of pain, - Latin proverb.
*
Harry watched Voldemort fall into a withered, crumpled heap. He felt the power surge through him and recede. When it was gone it felt empty. He looked over at Severus with wide eyes. "You - what have you done?"
Severus drew back his hood and tucked his wand into his robes. He walked toward Harry and reached out for his hand. "I didn't do anything, Harry. You did it."
"I - he's dead. And I'm different. What did you do Snape?" Harry moved forward, advancing on Severus. "What was that spell?"
Severus fell backward as Harry toppled onto of him, fists beating against his torso. "Harry - fuck - stop this! Stop." He reached his hand under his body and pushed Harry off of him. He rolled on top of Harry.
Harry pulled Snape's hair in an attempt to hold his hair back. Severus countered by biting Harry's shoulder. "Damn it, fine - you win." Harry cried, falling backward and breathed heavily. He didn't have the energy to fight Severus - especially after what he'd just done. "What did you make me do?" he asked again.
"Dark magic was the only way to destroy him. You knew that," Severus whispered. "You were willing to do anything to stop him."
There was a long pause. Harry stared up into the darkness, Severus's arm across his chest. "I didn't realize," Harry said, his voice thick, "it would mean I would have to become him."
Harry reached out for Severus. He held on to the robes that were wet and caked in mud and pulled the other man nearer to him. He could still feel - and that meant he hadn't yet become the thing he hated most.
Later, when Harry found it prudent to identify the beginning of his relationship with Severus, he would label that moment as the start. There with the two of them lying in cold, wet earth, panting from exertion and the weight of future responsibility Severus and Harry became an inseparable pair.
*
Harry spent his nights pacing; it was rare that he indulged in sleep. It was rarer still that he needed sleep. The magic that pulsed with in him propelled him through life allowing him to do all of what he needed and most of what he wanted. This night he was pacing in the study. Severus was off in search of - something. He kept it a mystery and Harry allowed it. He was getting nervous, though. Lupin had been getting too close for comfort lately.
"Harry," Severus called from the doorway. He was leaning his lanky frame against the door, peering into the room without stepping foot into the room. "I have a present for you."
Harry turned toward the door. "You're back. Did you bring me any Order members to practice Cruciatus on?" he teased.
"Better," he whispered, crossing the threshold. Severus stood back from Harry and surveyed him. "You're looking rather well rested. Did you actually manage to sleep?" Severus's voice was hopeful.
Harry shook his head and sighed. "No, but it's not really for lack of trying."
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Damn. I thought that potion would've been effective." He paused. "We'll try something else. Don't worry. You'll get control of this magic before it gets control of you."
Harry moved closer to Severus and wrapped him in a tight embrace. "I know you will, Severus." Harry pulled back and smiled indulgently at Severus. "You said you brought me a present."
"I found Lucius."
Harry tensed up. Severus held Harry's shoulders. "Harry, look into my eyes. You need to stay calm." Severus pushed into Harry's mind, feeding him memories of pleasantries to keep him focused on anything but his rage.
Severus was surprised to find himself pushed from Harry's mind. Harry broke free from Severus's grasp. "Don't," Harry snapped. "You don't get to rob me of this. I'm owed this."
"Harry -," Severus said, sternly, using his classroom voice.
Harry glared. "We are not at Hogwarts, Severus. You don't get to order me around or modify my behavior." Harry reached for Severus's arm. "I marked you. I marked you." His voice fell to a dangerous whisper.
"I haven't forgotten my place, Master," Severus replied, angrily.
"Severus - you didn't see what he did to them. They had me there in that cell for days - tied, bound, silenced. And that man took each one of my friends in front of me, tortured them - raped Ron and Ginny while he beat Hermione because her blood wasn't pure enough. And that's putting it simply.
"I still see their blood on my hands when I actually dream and wake up with my throat raw from screaming out. Maybe - just maybe if I can control this thing before it gets me. I don't want the darkness to consume me. I want to consume it."
Severus stared at Harry. Not the man who he served - whose power he hoped to help tame - but the man he cared for. He knew what it meant to need revenge. And he was in no position to deny Harry that pleasure.
Severus nodded. "He's in the library."
*
Lucius was bound, kneeling in the center of a rather well furnished library. He would have enjoyed the scent of leather and parchment and ink had he not been distracted by his own fear.
He'd been so careful covering his tracks. He'd eluded capture for years. But no matter, Draco and Narcissa were safe. He was happy to sacrifice his life to keep them from harm.
He heard footsteps approaching. "If you're going to kill me, make sure you take your time - get as much pleasure from it as possible," he said, loudly.
"No worries, Lucius. I intend to wring as much pleasure from this situation as possible," Harry whispered. He sat down in a large stuffed leather chair situated behind his desk.
"I killed your friends."
"Yes. I remember - every detail." Harry paused. "You are going to pay for every syllable you uttered, every blow you dealt, every spell you cast, every drop of blood they shed. Not to mention every moment I've had to think back to that bleakness."
Lucius swayed on his knees. He was suddenly overcome by emotion.
Harry tapped his wand against the oak desk. "Oh, did I frighten you, Lucius?" Harry said, with mock concern. "I wouldn't want to make your stay here uncomfortable."
Harry got up, chair creaking as he shifted his weight to get up. Lucius felt the binding spell fade away. Lucius rubbed his wrists. "Thank you."
"Stand up, Lucius," Harry ordered.
Lucius stood and looked at the Boy-Who-Lived. The boy was gone. Lucius did not expect to see the hardened eyes looking back at him - full of hate. There was a glimmer of something familiar in Harry's eye. Lucius took a step back and fell to his knees. "It's true - the rumors. That werewolf was telling me the truth." Lucius bowed his head reverently.
Harry sighed. "This is not a time for dramatics." He walked over to Lucius and kicked him - the blow landing soundly on Lucius's trunk. "Get up."
Lucius stood again. "It would be an honor to die by your hand, Lord."
It was then, that Harry was inspired. Clearly, conventional torture and subsequent death would not be enough to punish this man. "Death is not what I had in mind."
"I won't give you my family."
"I don't want them. They're useless to me."
"Take off your clothes."
Lucius looked at Harry wide-eyed. "I - Severus does not like to share."
Harry laughed. "I'm not going to defile my body by fucking you. Don't flatter yourself. Take. Off. Your. Clothes."
Lucius hesitated, but his hand made quick work of the fastenings on his robes, then his trousers. He was standing naked before Harry, unarmed and completely vulnerable.
"Give me your arm," Harry ordered.
Lucius clasped his arm to his body. "I will not consent to serve another master." He paused. "I will die honorably by your hand - by your whispered curses; but I will not sign myself over for a life of servitude."
Harry shook his head. "You misunderstand. I am not asking for your consent. If you do not give me your arm, I will take it. You will be bound to me. You will serve me. You will pay back every transgression. And then, after you debt is paid, I will consider allowing you an honorable death."
Lucius shivered as Harry spoke, despite the warmth of the room. He could feel tears prickle at the back of his eyes. He cursed himself for his own weakness as he uncurled the fingers of his right hand, one by one, from his left arm leaving red marks on his arm. He looked down at his unmarked forearm for the last time as he lifted it toward Harry.
Harry grabbed Lucius's arm painfully toward him and gripped it tightly. He pressed his thumb into Lucius's arm. Lucius screamed out as he flesh seared. He gagged against the acrid stench of his own burning flesh. Harry released Lucius's arm. "You belong to me. Body and will, Lucius. You are mine."
Lucius fell to his knees, cradling his newly marked arm to his chest. Harry breezed past him - leaving Lucius alone with the formerly comforting scent of old leather and parchment. The memory forever tarnished by the scent of his own burning flesh.
*
"You didn't kill him?" Severus asked, shocked. "He's dangerous."
"He's not dangerous if he's bound to me as a house-elf is bound to me. I control him completely - we control him, actually, as your part of the family."
"What's done is done. I just wish you had consulted me. There is no point to keeping me as an advisor if you don't seek my advice," Severus said. He handed a vial over to Harry. "Drink. It's just finished brewing."
"If I sleep then it works?"
"The answer hadn't changed from the last brew."
Harry glared. He unstopped the cork and downed the contents. "Severus - you put - rosehips in this."
"Yes," Severus answered absently. He was about to ask why when Harry doubled over and vomited all over the floor.
"Rosehips make me vomit," Harry said, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
"It was the only thing we hadn't tried. Next time we'll counter it with a bit of crushed ginger root in a tea beforehand."
Severus pulled out his wand to banish the mess. Harry held up his hand. "Wait. Call for him."
"Lucius," Severus called.
Lucius walked into the room with his head bowed and dressed in tattered robes. "You called, Se-Ma-," he cleared his throat, as he struggled not to use the word master. His efforts were wasted, however. "Master."
Severus smirked and turned to Harry. "I think I'm going to enjoy this."
"Lucius, clean up this mess," he said, pointing to the mess he made on the carpet.
Harry watched, a smile playing on his lips, as Lucius struggled against the command. His body was compelled to obey. One foot moved forward and Lucius struggled to bring it back into place. Each step Lucius made was forced, mechanical, against his will.
"On you knees, slave," Harry barked. "Scrub this floor."
Lucius fell to his knees and held out his hand. "My wand?"
"No magic." Severus said as he dropped a pile of rags he summoned in front of Lucius. "As I understand it, you're to repay your transgressions. Retribution is never easy."
*
-Fin