Severus glared at his students. There was something not quite right today. Out of habit, his eyes strayed to Harry Potter; not so much because Potter actually made trouble, but just to check if he was okay. His eyes narrowed further. Harry was paying attention and taking down his notes, but he had this glazed sort of look on his face, as if he wasn't actually hearing what was going on; Severus *knew* that look. Giving the class a few minutes to catch up, he turned his back and pretending like he was doing something at his desk. He closed his eyes and allowed all the background noise to fade until...there! His eyes snapped open and he understood what was happening. He could now feel the faint buzz at the back of his head constantly, the Dark Lord was going through him to get into Harry's head. Breath hitched, he slowly turned back to his class, eyes immediatly going to Harry. What was the boy facing right now? He decided he would find out and quickly finished his last thought on the Crysillian Potion before telling the class to get out their text and study for their upcoming test.
"And do not make any noise. I have things to do and headache on top of that." The class was absolutely shocked; Severus Snape never gave them *class time* to study for a test. However, no one questioned and everyone gladly got out their textbooks and quietly studied for the test. No one noticed that Harry was staring at his parchment with glazed eyes and hadn't moved to get his text out.
Severus sat behind his desk and trained his eyes on a thick text in front of him; but he didn't read any of it. Wind whistled through his hair and Severus slowly opened his eyes. He was seated in what appeared to be a Quidditch stand. Eyebrows coming together, Severus got up and went to the side of the stand, and looked down. He was looking at a Quidditch pitch; brillant green bathed in light, but surronded by darkness. A perfect brillant pitch but for one flaw. The small black dot in the center. With uncanny certainty, Severus understood that single black dot was the Dark Lord. His breath hitched and he spun wildly; looking for Harry for the door...for anything. Upon closer inspection he found that stands he was seated in were only the benches and were suspended seemingly in midair. He cursed and re-doubled his efforts to find his young student.
Severus was near panic when Harry suddenly appeared on his broom; he was headed straight for Voldemort.
"NO!" Severus screamed, but there was a sudden violent wind that stole his words and brutally tore them apart. Harry hadn't heard him. Severus watched in agony as Harry Potter flew toward his certain doom when he suddenly whiped around and went the other direction. He watched in confusion as Harry flew in a determindly erractic path almost as if he were...chasing a snitch? Then suddenly he understood; this was Harry's subconscious he was in, and it had recognized the threat Voldemort presented and had provided him with a weapon hw had no choice but to persue. Wheather the boy actually knew what to do with it remained to be seen. Clutching the railing desperately Severus watched as he completed a flip and caught the small winged golden ball. Then suddenly he wasn't on his broom anymore and Severus wasn't in the stands. He looked around in mild confusion before he realized he was on the pitch and Harry was next to him.
"Watch Severus..." He recognized his Master's voice immediatly and was set to shaking. Harry appearently hadn't heard. Severus watched warily as Voldemort brought his hands up and began clapping.
"Very impressive." He called. Harry whirrled to face him, eyes narrowing, hand clutching his weapon so tightly that his knuckles were white. "Very impressive indeed." Harry took on a more defensive stature and barked,
"What do you want?!" There was a remarkable amount of amusement in Voldemort's voice when he spoke again.
"I would like to re-propisition you, Mr. Potter." Harry took an unconscious step backwards as Voldemort reached out and gently placed a figureless hand against Harry's cheek. "You and I would be so good together..." Harry jerked away from him as though he'd been burned.
"What do you want me for? A bedmate or a dark wizard?" Severus winced; the boy did catch on quickly.
"Both darling. Both." Voldemort answered with a laugh. Severus was suddenly stripped of his ability to speak or move when Voldemort removed the covering over his face to reveal the newly restored body Snape had helped him to proccure. Harry winced dramatically and looked as though he might be sick. Severus prayed his wouldn't release the one weapon he had and go for his wand which would be absolutely useless.
"You don't like my appearence? I could change it for you, Harry. I could be anyone you want..." Harry stepped back as Voldemort took a step foreword. "Let me love you, Harry." He purred, his voice honey sweet. Severus shook and fought against his bonds wildly but they wouldn't gibe.Voldemort took another step and Harry stopped suddenly as though he were caught under the same spell his teacher was. "You'll like it, I promise. I'll love you and you'll love me..." He bent his head down and catured Harry's lips in a deep passionate, yet sensual kiss. "And you'll be mine, and we'll rule the world together. You and I." He continued softly, moving his lips inches away from Harry's in order to speak. Severus' body was wracked with sickening shutters again and he felt bile rise to his throat. Harry slid his free hand up Voldemort's chest and wrapped his arm arround his neck; the man smiled in triumph as Harry drew him back down for another slow sensual kiss that suddenly turned violent when Harry thrust his tongue into the older man's mouth. Severus found himself wracked with sobs and kept repeating 'no, no, no' inside his head. Voldemort moaned and wrapped both his arms around Harry's waist and down to grasp his ass, pulling him roughly towards his body. Harry pulled away fractionally leaving Voldemort's mouth open and wanting. Snape now seriously regreted restoring the man's sex drive as well as his body.
{{"Love me..."}} Severus felt his subconscious go numb with shock as Harry released his only weapon and it flew away. He just stared at Harry in horror as the boy joyously allowed the Dark Lord to reclaim his lips. Voldemort smirked over at him viciously and Severus felt his physical body shiver with the force of it. The Potions master could do nothing but watch in mute horror as Harry's young lips-mental or not-were devoured by a monster he had come to hate. The pair began to glow and Severus was well aware that Voldemort was pooling their power, making them both immeasureably stronger-it was probably what was keeping Voldemort alive right now.
"My love, I must go," Severus felt the distant sensation of his physical stomach lurching as he watched a finger detach itself from the formless mass that was Voldemort's hand and run down Harry's face. The boy leaned into the touch happily; like a starved puppy. The Dark Lord's cool features warped into a painfully soft smile and he kissed Harry tenderly before releasing and continuing, "I must go, but we will be together very soon. Keep this between us...tell no one." The words came to him as through murky water and he blinked rapidly as though trying to see through them and make some sense of them. "In one week's time, my faithful servent, Severus will bring you to me. Won't you, Severus?" He was startled for a moment to hear his name; he had almost forgotten that he had a mental presents in this nightmare; that it wasn't a sleeping nightmare, but a painfully real and very much awake one. He swallowed and discreetly cleared his throat.
"Of course, my lord," He pressed out. "my lords..." he ammended. Voldemort seemed pleased and Harry seemed ecstatic; his face brightened and he smiled sunnily at his professor. Voldemort locked him with a gaze over Harry's head and Severus got the sinking feeling that the Dark Lord could see into his thoughts. Voldemort chuckled a little, his stare never leaving Severus' formless eyes.
"That's my Harry...you'll like this buisness...yes, you'll like it very much." Severus Snape cringed physically, but kept the action from reaching his mental form. What would the Dark Lord do to the young boy he had taught for six years? Voldemort kissed Harry Potter in farewell and was gone, suddenly absent from the boy's mind. Harry stood in the midsts of his Quidditch pitch and touched his lips happily. Severus cleared his throat again, but Harry didn't notice, so he carefully approached the boy and set the representation of his hand on the Harry's slight shoulder. Harry jumped and whirled to face him.
"You should be getting back to class now, Mr. Potter...remember what the Dark Lord said; tell no one," Severus said a little uncertainly. He wasn't sure what to make of this situation and wanted to make sure the whole school didn't know about the new alliance before he had a chance to figure out what he was going to do. Harry cocked his head to one side and looked up at him expectantly. Severus glared; what did the boy want?!
"Um...how do I get back to class?" He asked finally.
"How did you get here?" Severus asked slowly; finding it ironic that the boy couldn't get out of his own mind.
"I don't know," Harry answered with a careless shrug; his newfound power making it self know in Severus' vision with bright red swirls. Severus sighed carefully, but took pains to make sure he didn't sound annoyed with his young 'master' /perfectly lovely, now I have two *extremely* powerful dark wizards to deal with instead of just the lunatic with crazed ideas...maybe Potter can be saved yet./ he thought to himself, hiding the thought carefully incase Voldemort was still in *his* head if not in Harry's.
"I'll send you back...this might...jolt a little." He closed his eyes and pulled his own magic about him like a cloak. With a mental shove he wrapped them both in the gathered magic and thrust Harry out of his own mind, following almost instantly to insue that he didn't get trapped with in the confines of a boy's mind.