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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M, Gen
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Chan, Slash_sex, Out_of_Character, Sexual_Content,
      Spoilers, Voyeurism, Alternate_Universe, Angst, Tragedy, Drama, First
      Time, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Romance
  Collections:
      HPFandom
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      Published: 2008-10-13 Words: 1785
****** Afflictions ******
by sisterae [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     A series of unrelated 100 - 150 word drabbles.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
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This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books,
Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being
made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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1. Transference –
It began in the fall of 1991, the first day of the school term to be exact.
Severus had been sitting at the head table, watching disinterestedly as the
first years were herded into the great hall. One boy caught his attention
however, with his head full of dark messy hair and his bright green eyes hidden
behind thick black frames. Severus’ heart began to race as he took in the
delicate face of Harry Potter. Sickened with himself, he tried to turn away but
the boy caught his eye and smiled tentatively. In that moment, he knew that his
fate had indeed been sealed.
-
2. Daddy Issues –
Harry knew it was odd. He also knew that no one else would understand. When he
first suggested it, Severus had stared at him in disbelief before leaving the
room. He’d come back a short while later and Harry had tried to explain. He had
been terrified that Severus would refuse, call him a pervert or worse. He
needn’t have worried though. A few weeks later Harry found himself bracing his
palms against the headboard of their bed as Severus thrust into him fiercely.
He could feel his balls drawing up and couldn’t help but cry out as he erupted.
“Daddy!”
 
-
3. Addiction –
It was the taste of Harry, the silken skin of his inner thighs, the hollow at
the base of his throat. Severus took his time, mapping every inch of him with
his tongue; every moan and sigh like music to his ears. The way he arched into
Severus’ mouth, his thighs tensing as Severus teased him with his tongue. It
was enough to drive even the sanest man mad. He craved it though, every second
they spent together entwined upon his bed. It was the worst sort of passion,
relentlessly consuming, and he knew that nothing could ever take its place.
-
4. Ego/Id –
When the idea first presented itself Harry pushed it firmly away, though it
didn’t stay away for long. At night his fantasies were filled with one man, his
black eyes filled with heat as his long potion stained fingers explored Harry’s
body. In the morning, he would wake cursing his subconscious even as he wrapped
his hand around his prick and brought himself off. He grew tired of fighting
it; tired of telling himself it was wrong. It didn’t matter that Severus was
older or that he was his professor, Harry told himself. All that mattered was
that he wanted him, more than he’d ever thought possible, and he’d do anything
to have him, anything.
-
5. Multiple Personality –
Severus had never considered himself a monster. He’d done horrible things yes,
taken innocent lives to maintain his cover. He’d tortured and maimed, told
himself that it was for the greater good as he stared down at empty eyed broken
bodies. In trying to dissuade Harry in his attempts to court him, Severus was
sure to point out the atrocities he’d committed. That mattered little to the
boy as Harry insisted that Severus was a good man, a hero and so Severus closed
that part of himself off. He kept it buried like his memories, the blood lust
and rage; buried deep within him until he had need of it again.
-
6. Inferiority Complex –
Harry often wondered what Severus saw in him. He was short, speccy and not
particularly intelligent. He had no real skills outside of Quidditch and he was
pants at potions. Though he tried not to, he couldn’t help but worry that
Severus would leave him for someone better, someone that could actually hold a
conversation about the featured article in the latest Potions editorial or
assist him in his brewing. Knowing he could never hold Severus’ attention with
his mind, he did everything he could think of to hold it with his body. Harry
knew it wasn’t much but he hoped it was enough.
-
7. Nature vs. Nurture –
Severus knew that Harry’s life with the Dursley’s had been far from ideal. He’d
seen into the boys mind often enough to know about the beatings and the
starvation. It had taught Harry to suffer at the hands of those meant to care.
He could have gone another way, Severus knew. He could have become bitter and
hateful, using others to achieve his own ends. The power Harry held even at his
young age far surpassed that of many grown wizards and if that had happened, he
knew the wizarding world would have indeed been doomed. Severus had realized
long ago that his feelings would not have changed.
-
8. Phobia –
The first time they’d had a row, a real one, Severus had stormed out of the
dungeons leaving Harry to throw things about in frustration. It had started
over a simple invitation, addressed to Severus alone. It wouldn’t have mattered
if the invitation had not come from Draco Malfoy. Even after the war, Harry
could barely tolerate the other young man. His seeming obsession with Severus
only made it worse. Severus had called his jealousy juvenile on his way out the
door and when he still hadn’t returned by midnight Harry wondered if he’d be
coming back at all.
-
9. Sociopath –
Severus stared down at the parchment, reading the words it held over and over.
He’d left Harry in their bed to retrieve breakfast and the post only to
discover a letter addressed to him. There had been no return address and he’d
checked it for curses before opening it carefully. The words he found within it
were his greatest fears come true. Setting the parchment down carefully, he
tried to look elsewhere but couldn’t tear his eyes off it. Harry shuffled out
of the bedroom just then to join Severus at the table, obviously still half
asleep.
“What is it?” he asked, leaning down to read over Severus’ shoulder.
“He has returned.”
-
10. Approach–Avoidance –
He’d been sure that Ginny was the one. The world expected him to settle down
and who better to wed than Ginny Weasley. She was sweet, powerful and her
family loved him dearly. They’d buy a nice house and fill it with children. The
holidays would be spent at the Burrow with the rest of the family and Harry
would have what he’d always wanted, a place to belong. Severus had changed all
of that just by living. His mere presence had given Harry a choice, one he
wasn’t sure he could even make. One he wasn’t sure he wanted to make.
-
11. Castration Anxiety –
Severus crawled across the ground, his robes sodden and caked with mud. The
battle raged on around him but he paid it no mind as Harry lay a few feet away.
Blood dripped from his mouth as more spilled from his abdomen. He blinked
slowly and Severus increased his pace until he finally reached his side. He’d
been hit with some sort of cutting hex, one Severus didn’t recognize or know
the counter curse for and he realized that all he could do was watch him die…
“No!” Severus cried, lurching upright as his heart hammered in his chest.
-
12. Collective Unconscious –
Nightmares had always played a large part in Harry’s life. The most recent
often caused him to wake ill, visions of the final battle clouding his mind. It
had taken him a while to realize that it was guilt. For all Voldemort had done
to him, he still felt guilty for killing him. He hadn’t even realized he was
going to do it until the second it happened. Severus had tried to explain it to
him once, that it had been instinct that drove him to fire off Avada Kedavra.
It made him wonder if someone was there to say the same to Tom once upon a
time.
-
13. Delusion –
Every beat of his heart sent blood pouring from the gash in Severus’ neck. He
could feel its warmth as it seeped through his robes and stained his skin as
well as the floor. The weathered old shack creaked around him with each new
gust of wind and the shutters battered the wooden frames they’d long since
given up guarding when a face filled his vision. Fey and pale it stared down at
him, sadness clear in its eyes. He’d never forgotten those eyes, greener than
emeralds and so much more beautiful. Forcing his arm to move despite the pain,
he touched that face gently and said what he’d been unable to say in his youth.
“I love you.”
-
14. Fixation –
Harry knew they were all concerned. The way they watched him with pity in their
eyes gave it away. He couldn’t explain why he couldn’t let it go, not in any
way that they could understand. Sometimes, even he couldn’t understand, but
that never stopped him from searching. He read every book he could get his
hands on, spoke to the respected and the not so respected. It didn’t matter
that the spell he was searching for was considered dark magic, not anymore. The
one constant in his life had been taken from him and he’d do anything to get it
back.
-
15. Libido –
If Severus had known taking a younger lover would have such a drastic affect on
his sex drive, he would have done it years ago. Of course, he wasn’t sure if
he’d ever find anyone as insatiable as Harry. It didn’t matter the time of day
or even where they were. Potter would simply pull him into some darkened corner
or empty room and beg Severus to take him. Severus happily obliged, bending the
boy over the closest sturdy surface at every opportunity. Listening to Harry
cry out his name only seemed to fuel his desire and he planned to enjoy every
moment of it while it lasted.
-
16. Fetish –
Clutching the black robe close with one hand, Harry sighed. His other hand slid
down his abdomen to the button of his trousers. Undoing it quickly, he attacked
the zip before pushing his trousers down off his hips to his thighs. Raising
the robe to his face, he caressed his cheek, allowing the wool to warm his skin
as he wrapped his fingers around his prick. Inhaling, Harry took in the scent
that lingered still, a shudder wracking his body as he worked his wrist.
Thrusting his hips, he let the robe slip down along his throat to his chest as
he cried out, “Severus!”
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