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Title: Pulling the Stings (part 1 of 2)
Author/Artist: asnowyowl
Rating: NC17
Categories: First time/threesomes
Warnings: Please note: Very young chan, non con (rape), rimming, mention of incest
Summary: Snape takes extreme measures to ensure he will never have another master.
Word Count: Around 7000 total between two parts
Title: Pulling the Stings (part 1 of 2)
Author/Artist: asnowyowl
Rating: NC17
Categories: First time/threesomes
Warnings: Please note: Very young chan, non con (rape), rimming, mention of incest
Summary: Snape takes extreme measures to ensure he will never have another master.
Word Count: Around 7000 total between two parts
The characters all belong to JK Rowling.
Please heed the warnings on this fic before you read!
Severus Snape could sense Harry Potter’s innate power from the first moment he laid eyes on the boy. Waves of magic struck him like a bludger to the chest. Yes, this one, this son of his enemy, would eclipse the most powerful wizards who had ever lived. He chuckled. Lord Voldemort would crumple before this wizard, and, if Severus were any judge of human behavior, a new Lord would ascend to power. This scrawny, scruffy boy, who had only just been sorted into Gryffindor (shame that), would someday rule the Wizarding world. And maybe the Muggle as well. But this time, with this ruler, Severus would position himself to be possessor of the powerful one, not slave. He would be puppet master, not pawn. The question was would he manipulate the strings of a terrible dark lord or an equally terrible savior?
*******
It took over a year for Severus to find the right circumstances to set his plans into motion. But it was a year not wasted, certainly not, for in that time he learned much about the boy: of his abusive guardians and horrible childhood, and of his low self-esteem and unwavering loyalty. Severus also used this time to berate and bate the boy, instilling more firmly Potter’s ideas of his own worthlessness. Yes, the boy was frightened of him. Yes, the boy saw him as the ultimate authority figure. This fear and respect were necessary for Severus’s plans to work. Once he turned the boy, after all, those first feelings of obedience would carry over into their new relationship.
Now Potter had finally given him all the ammunition he needed.
*******
“Potter, Weasley, in my office. Now!” Severus’s voice was low and dangerous. He had found the two offenders in the library, their heads together as they shared a textbook.
The boys in question startled and looked up. “We haven’t done anything wrong,” Potter said. His words rang with defiance, but his eyes flashed fear.
Severus stalked closer to their table. He rested one hand on the wooden surface and sneered. Lowering his voice to an almost whisper he hissed, “Would you like me to list your transgressions to the whole of the Hogwarts’ library? Or would you rather we have this conversation in private?”
The boys glanced at each other, before, with a sigh, Potter closed the book and stowed it in his backpack. Weasley pushed away from the table after Potter stood, and only walked when Potter led the way.
The journey to the dungeons was long and silent.
Severus sat the boys in chairs in front of his desk. Of their own volition, they leaned so close as to almost invade each other’s chairs. Severus proceeded to pace in front of them. “Never in all my years as a professor in this institution have I run across such a blatant disregard for school rules, laws, and morality.”
“Sir. We don’t know what you’re talking about,” Potter said, his voice carrying a petulant whine.
Severus swung around to glare at the boy, pleased when the child flinched and drew back. “Oh, you don’t, do you? Since I am sure you must remember the horrendous acts you perpetrated, I can only assume you think I couldn’t have uncovered them. Do you truly believe I am so lacking in intelligence as to be fooled by a pair of twelve-year-old Gryffindors?”
Weasley’s face burned red. Potter opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.
Circling behind the boys, Severus placed one hand on the back of each of their chairs. He leaned in between them so his breath caressed their ears and said, “I would have thought the warning you received at the beginning of the school year would have curtailed your illicit behavior. Of course, I should have reckoned with whom I was dealing. You two cannot stay out of trouble even when the Headmaster himself threatens to expel you if you step out of line.”
Weasley shifted sideways in his chair, moving away from the puff of Severus’s breath. Severus pushed him back into place. “I might go easier on you if you tell the truth immediately.”
Potter snorted.
“There’s nothing to tell,” Weasley said. Ah, so the boy could occasionally peek out from Potter’s shadow.
Severus pressed further between the boys until his lank hair caressed their faces and necks. Once again, Weasley struggled to slide away, but Potter held his spot without as much as a twitch of uncertainty. “Is there a problem, Mr. Weasley? Are you, perhaps, disgusted by me?”
Weasley’s back stiffened, but he remained silent.
“No answer? I’m not surprised, since you cannot seem to perform even the simplest of tasks without consulting Potter. So, I will ask Potter the same question, and then you will know how to answer.” Severus tilted his head close to Potter’s ear. His lips brushed the boy’s skin when he asked, “Potter, does my close proximity disgust you?”
To Severus’s surprise, Potter turned to face him. Their noses bumped. Their lips hovered scant centimeters apart. “No, sir, I’m not disgusted.”
Severus barked out a laugh. “Not disgusted? Did you hear that, Mr. Weasley? Potter is not disgusted. Now you know what your own mind should be, do you not?”
Weasley grunted.
“Although I believe, Mr. Potter, you are lying to me. Are you to add prevarication to your list of sins?”
“No, sir.”
“Then explain yourself. I am not unaware of my reputation. What are some of the epithets used for me? Greasy bastard, ugly git, bat…”
Potter, who had turned his head back to the front, asked, “Is that what this is about then? Did you hear Ron and me call you names? Because I don’t remember calling you any of those things.”
Severus straightened and returned to stand, once again, in front of the offenders. “No, your transgressions go far beyond name calling, as I’m sure you are aware. So… are you prepared to confess, or would you rather I enumerate your many crimes?”
The boys cut their eyes toward each other. Weasley shrugged his shoulders.
Letting the boys stew for a solid five minutes was pure pleasure for Severus. He stood before them, arms crossed, staring first at one and then the other, watching them squirm under his gaze. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “Time’s up. Your first offense was stealing boomslang skin from my private stores.”
“We didn’t!” Weasley exclaimed.
“I gave you your chance to speak, Mr. Weasley, you chose not to accept it. Now you will be silent while I take my turn.”
Weasley huffed and turned away.
“As I was saying, your first offense was stealing from my private portions stores.” Severus held up one finger and then began ticking off the crimes the boys had committed. “You used the aforementioned boomslang skin to illegally brew polyjuice potion, which, according to Ministry law, is a controlled substance. You then dug your graves deeper by drugging two other students, locking them into a cupboard, and entering a section of the castle which is off limits to Gryffindors.” Severus tapped his fingers on his lips. “Am I forgetting anything? Oh, yes, there is the small matter of stealing the identities of the two wizards you accosted.”
By the end of Severus’s recitation, Weasley’s eyes were huge and Potter’s were closed. “Do you dare deny any of this?”
In a voice no louder than a whisper, Potter asked, “Why do you think it was me and Ron who did this stuff?”
Severus smiled. “Would I have brought you here without proof?” He ignored Weasley’s snort. “Do you believe I would leave any part of my dungeons unprotected and unwarded? Indeed, I have wards that inform me when unauthorized persons enter the Slytherin common room. These protections also supply me with the identity of the transgressor.” He cocked an eyebrow at the boys, daring them to proclaim they had never been in the Slytherin lair. Just when it looked as if Potter might speak, Severus continued, “Yes, I learn the true identity of the culprit, not his or her stolen polyjuice persona. Once I knew you two had been in the Slytherin common room, it was an easy leap to figure out the rest. Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle told me of eating tainted cakes and ending up locked in a cupboard. Mr. Malfoy informed me he had talked to those very boys in his common room at the same time as their incarceration. Interesting, no?”
“We were only trying to…” Potter began.
Severus’s raised hand cut off his justification. “I have no desire to listen to pathetic excuses. No reasoning will be good enough to explain away your wrongdoing. But I do believe the MLE squad will be interested in an accounting of your crimes.” He paused and glared at the boys. When even Potter looked away, Severus said, “Don’t think because you are so young you will avoid punishment. Larceny, illicit potion manufacture, kidnapping… all serious charges to be sure.”
Weasley flew out of his chair. “You can’t do this to us!”
“Why can’t I? What could possibly stop me?”
“Please, sir,” Potter said, “there must be something we can do to make up for this.”
Severus clasped his hands in front of him. The conversation was proceeding as if he had handed Potter a script. “And what could you possibly offer me? Will you clean cauldrons? Chop ingredients?”
Both Potter’s and Weasley’s eyes looked hopeful. They nodded.
“I give enough detentions in a week to cover my cleaning and preparation needs for a month. No. You could be no use to me there.” Severus waved a hand through the air and then struck a pose meant to convey thoughtfulness. After several moments, he shook his head. “I don’t see what else you could have to offer.”
“I have some money in Gringotts,” Potter said. “I don’t know how much, but as long as I keep enough to pay for Hogwarts, you could have all the rest.”
Severus walked back behind the boys, pushing Weasley into his chair as he passed. Instead of leaning down between them, however, this time he placed a hand in Potter’s hair. He carded gently through it. Knowing the boy’s neglectful history, he wasn’t surprised when Potter leaned into the touch. “I have no use for money. I make an honorable wage here, including room and board.”
Weasley’s eyes were fixed on Severus’s hand as it petted his best friend. “I am afraid,” Severus said, “that turning you over to the authorities is my only option. Azkaban has never housed criminals as young as you, but I’m sure they will make the proper arrangements.”
Potter turned in his seat and grabbed Severus’s hand. “Anything you want, sir. I will do anything you want. Even if I’m to go to jail. Just let Ron go.”
And there it was. There was the opening. Severus pretended to consider his options for a moment. Finally, he said, “Mr. Weasley will not be allowed to avoid his punishment, but I may have an out for you both.”
Potter, who was still grasping Severus’s hand, nodded. “Anything. Right, Ron?”
“Er… Harry, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
Potter rounded on his friend. “Do you want your parents to find out about this? Do you want to be expelled and thrown in prison?”
Weasley shook his head. He looked miserable.
“We will do what you want, sir,” Potter said.
“Excellent.” Severus silently added more silencing and locking charms to his already intricate wards. “For the next hour, you will both do whatever I tell you without question or delay. You will also swear a Wizard’s Oath to never speak of what happens in this room, not even to each other. Agreed?”
Potter nodded, his face screwed into a look of bravest Gryffindor determination. Weasley scowled.
After a bit of whispered communication between the boys, they both agreed and took the magically binding oath.
For the first time since the beginning of this confrontation, Severus let his anticipation show. He rubbed his groin and grinned. “Strip.”
“Excuse me, sir?” Potter asked.
Severus stepped forward and cupped Potter’s chin in one hand, tilting the boy’s face up toward his. “For this hour you are not to question my orders.”
“I’m just not sure I understand what you want.”
“What I want,” Severus hissed, keeping his eyes trained on the boy’s, “is for you to strip off all your clothing. I want you nude. I want to see your naked body. Is that clear enough for you, Potter?”
Potter’s eyes flared, but whether it was with anger, fear, or something more unexpected, Severus couldn’t tell.
To be continued in Part 2
Please heed the warnings on this fic before you read!
Severus Snape could sense Harry Potter’s innate power from the first moment he laid eyes on the boy. Waves of magic struck him like a bludger to the chest. Yes, this one, this son of his enemy, would eclipse the most powerful wizards who had ever lived. He chuckled. Lord Voldemort would crumple before this wizard, and, if Severus were any judge of human behavior, a new Lord would ascend to power. This scrawny, scruffy boy, who had only just been sorted into Gryffindor (shame that), would someday rule the Wizarding world. And maybe the Muggle as well. But this time, with this ruler, Severus would position himself to be possessor of the powerful one, not slave. He would be puppet master, not pawn. The question was would he manipulate the strings of a terrible dark lord or an equally terrible savior?
*******
It took over a year for Severus to find the right circumstances to set his plans into motion. But it was a year not wasted, certainly not, for in that time he learned much about the boy: of his abusive guardians and horrible childhood, and of his low self-esteem and unwavering loyalty. Severus also used this time to berate and bate the boy, instilling more firmly Potter’s ideas of his own worthlessness. Yes, the boy was frightened of him. Yes, the boy saw him as the ultimate authority figure. This fear and respect were necessary for Severus’s plans to work. Once he turned the boy, after all, those first feelings of obedience would carry over into their new relationship.
Now Potter had finally given him all the ammunition he needed.
*******
“Potter, Weasley, in my office. Now!” Severus’s voice was low and dangerous. He had found the two offenders in the library, their heads together as they shared a textbook.
The boys in question startled and looked up. “We haven’t done anything wrong,” Potter said. His words rang with defiance, but his eyes flashed fear.
Severus stalked closer to their table. He rested one hand on the wooden surface and sneered. Lowering his voice to an almost whisper he hissed, “Would you like me to list your transgressions to the whole of the Hogwarts’ library? Or would you rather we have this conversation in private?”
The boys glanced at each other, before, with a sigh, Potter closed the book and stowed it in his backpack. Weasley pushed away from the table after Potter stood, and only walked when Potter led the way.
The journey to the dungeons was long and silent.
Severus sat the boys in chairs in front of his desk. Of their own volition, they leaned so close as to almost invade each other’s chairs. Severus proceeded to pace in front of them. “Never in all my years as a professor in this institution have I run across such a blatant disregard for school rules, laws, and morality.”
“Sir. We don’t know what you’re talking about,” Potter said, his voice carrying a petulant whine.
Severus swung around to glare at the boy, pleased when the child flinched and drew back. “Oh, you don’t, do you? Since I am sure you must remember the horrendous acts you perpetrated, I can only assume you think I couldn’t have uncovered them. Do you truly believe I am so lacking in intelligence as to be fooled by a pair of twelve-year-old Gryffindors?”
Weasley’s face burned red. Potter opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.
Circling behind the boys, Severus placed one hand on the back of each of their chairs. He leaned in between them so his breath caressed their ears and said, “I would have thought the warning you received at the beginning of the school year would have curtailed your illicit behavior. Of course, I should have reckoned with whom I was dealing. You two cannot stay out of trouble even when the Headmaster himself threatens to expel you if you step out of line.”
Weasley shifted sideways in his chair, moving away from the puff of Severus’s breath. Severus pushed him back into place. “I might go easier on you if you tell the truth immediately.”
Potter snorted.
“There’s nothing to tell,” Weasley said. Ah, so the boy could occasionally peek out from Potter’s shadow.
Severus pressed further between the boys until his lank hair caressed their faces and necks. Once again, Weasley struggled to slide away, but Potter held his spot without as much as a twitch of uncertainty. “Is there a problem, Mr. Weasley? Are you, perhaps, disgusted by me?”
Weasley’s back stiffened, but he remained silent.
“No answer? I’m not surprised, since you cannot seem to perform even the simplest of tasks without consulting Potter. So, I will ask Potter the same question, and then you will know how to answer.” Severus tilted his head close to Potter’s ear. His lips brushed the boy’s skin when he asked, “Potter, does my close proximity disgust you?”
To Severus’s surprise, Potter turned to face him. Their noses bumped. Their lips hovered scant centimeters apart. “No, sir, I’m not disgusted.”
Severus barked out a laugh. “Not disgusted? Did you hear that, Mr. Weasley? Potter is not disgusted. Now you know what your own mind should be, do you not?”
Weasley grunted.
“Although I believe, Mr. Potter, you are lying to me. Are you to add prevarication to your list of sins?”
“No, sir.”
“Then explain yourself. I am not unaware of my reputation. What are some of the epithets used for me? Greasy bastard, ugly git, bat…”
Potter, who had turned his head back to the front, asked, “Is that what this is about then? Did you hear Ron and me call you names? Because I don’t remember calling you any of those things.”
Severus straightened and returned to stand, once again, in front of the offenders. “No, your transgressions go far beyond name calling, as I’m sure you are aware. So… are you prepared to confess, or would you rather I enumerate your many crimes?”
The boys cut their eyes toward each other. Weasley shrugged his shoulders.
Letting the boys stew for a solid five minutes was pure pleasure for Severus. He stood before them, arms crossed, staring first at one and then the other, watching them squirm under his gaze. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “Time’s up. Your first offense was stealing boomslang skin from my private stores.”
“We didn’t!” Weasley exclaimed.
“I gave you your chance to speak, Mr. Weasley, you chose not to accept it. Now you will be silent while I take my turn.”
Weasley huffed and turned away.
“As I was saying, your first offense was stealing from my private portions stores.” Severus held up one finger and then began ticking off the crimes the boys had committed. “You used the aforementioned boomslang skin to illegally brew polyjuice potion, which, according to Ministry law, is a controlled substance. You then dug your graves deeper by drugging two other students, locking them into a cupboard, and entering a section of the castle which is off limits to Gryffindors.” Severus tapped his fingers on his lips. “Am I forgetting anything? Oh, yes, there is the small matter of stealing the identities of the two wizards you accosted.”
By the end of Severus’s recitation, Weasley’s eyes were huge and Potter’s were closed. “Do you dare deny any of this?”
In a voice no louder than a whisper, Potter asked, “Why do you think it was me and Ron who did this stuff?”
Severus smiled. “Would I have brought you here without proof?” He ignored Weasley’s snort. “Do you believe I would leave any part of my dungeons unprotected and unwarded? Indeed, I have wards that inform me when unauthorized persons enter the Slytherin common room. These protections also supply me with the identity of the transgressor.” He cocked an eyebrow at the boys, daring them to proclaim they had never been in the Slytherin lair. Just when it looked as if Potter might speak, Severus continued, “Yes, I learn the true identity of the culprit, not his or her stolen polyjuice persona. Once I knew you two had been in the Slytherin common room, it was an easy leap to figure out the rest. Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle told me of eating tainted cakes and ending up locked in a cupboard. Mr. Malfoy informed me he had talked to those very boys in his common room at the same time as their incarceration. Interesting, no?”
“We were only trying to…” Potter began.
Severus’s raised hand cut off his justification. “I have no desire to listen to pathetic excuses. No reasoning will be good enough to explain away your wrongdoing. But I do believe the MLE squad will be interested in an accounting of your crimes.” He paused and glared at the boys. When even Potter looked away, Severus said, “Don’t think because you are so young you will avoid punishment. Larceny, illicit potion manufacture, kidnapping… all serious charges to be sure.”
Weasley flew out of his chair. “You can’t do this to us!”
“Why can’t I? What could possibly stop me?”
“Please, sir,” Potter said, “there must be something we can do to make up for this.”
Severus clasped his hands in front of him. The conversation was proceeding as if he had handed Potter a script. “And what could you possibly offer me? Will you clean cauldrons? Chop ingredients?”
Both Potter’s and Weasley’s eyes looked hopeful. They nodded.
“I give enough detentions in a week to cover my cleaning and preparation needs for a month. No. You could be no use to me there.” Severus waved a hand through the air and then struck a pose meant to convey thoughtfulness. After several moments, he shook his head. “I don’t see what else you could have to offer.”
“I have some money in Gringotts,” Potter said. “I don’t know how much, but as long as I keep enough to pay for Hogwarts, you could have all the rest.”
Severus walked back behind the boys, pushing Weasley into his chair as he passed. Instead of leaning down between them, however, this time he placed a hand in Potter’s hair. He carded gently through it. Knowing the boy’s neglectful history, he wasn’t surprised when Potter leaned into the touch. “I have no use for money. I make an honorable wage here, including room and board.”
Weasley’s eyes were fixed on Severus’s hand as it petted his best friend. “I am afraid,” Severus said, “that turning you over to the authorities is my only option. Azkaban has never housed criminals as young as you, but I’m sure they will make the proper arrangements.”
Potter turned in his seat and grabbed Severus’s hand. “Anything you want, sir. I will do anything you want. Even if I’m to go to jail. Just let Ron go.”
And there it was. There was the opening. Severus pretended to consider his options for a moment. Finally, he said, “Mr. Weasley will not be allowed to avoid his punishment, but I may have an out for you both.”
Potter, who was still grasping Severus’s hand, nodded. “Anything. Right, Ron?”
“Er… Harry, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
Potter rounded on his friend. “Do you want your parents to find out about this? Do you want to be expelled and thrown in prison?”
Weasley shook his head. He looked miserable.
“We will do what you want, sir,” Potter said.
“Excellent.” Severus silently added more silencing and locking charms to his already intricate wards. “For the next hour, you will both do whatever I tell you without question or delay. You will also swear a Wizard’s Oath to never speak of what happens in this room, not even to each other. Agreed?”
Potter nodded, his face screwed into a look of bravest Gryffindor determination. Weasley scowled.
After a bit of whispered communication between the boys, they both agreed and took the magically binding oath.
For the first time since the beginning of this confrontation, Severus let his anticipation show. He rubbed his groin and grinned. “Strip.”
“Excuse me, sir?” Potter asked.
Severus stepped forward and cupped Potter’s chin in one hand, tilting the boy’s face up toward his. “For this hour you are not to question my orders.”
“I’m just not sure I understand what you want.”
“What I want,” Severus hissed, keeping his eyes trained on the boy’s, “is for you to strip off all your clothing. I want you nude. I want to see your naked body. Is that clear enough for you, Potter?”
Potter’s eyes flared, but whether it was with anger, fear, or something more unexpected, Severus couldn’t tell.
To be continued in Part 2
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