snapetoy (snapetoy) wrote in churchofsnarry, @ 2006-01-12 16:32:00 |
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Original poster: occasus_crisis
Author:: occasusvenustas/occasus_crisis (posted at the latter coz my original journal was stolen)
Title:: In This Blood
Rating:: R
Chapter:: 3/?
Characters/Pairings:: Severus/Harry, Draco/Remus, Draco/Blaise, Lucius Malfoy, Tom Riddle
Summary:: Based off one theory of the Knights Templar, The blood of Jesus Christ flows through Harry Potter's veins and Tom Riddle wants it to stop.
Warnings:: Blasphemy, Perversion of the Church ideals, Sexual Situations, Adult Language, A/U Non-Magic.
A/N:: I came up with this idea whilst studying for one of my many religion classes. I know I've archived this elsewhere but since all of my fanfic accounts have been stolen, I'm not sure where I've posted this. I know it wasn't here, and sorry if you've read this before. It's about seven chapters into the fic so I'll be posting one a day (assuming) until I'm all caught up. Feedback is muchly appreciated.
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Gritting his teeth in pain, Harry felt himself unceremoniously thrown into his small cell. He let out a small grunt as he hit the stone floor and didn’t move as the door shut firmly.
His eyes had swollen shut, his back was on fire from the repeated whipping and he was almost certain his wrist was broken where they had chained him to the ceiling.
Harry had no idea why they were doing this. Three demands had been made and until Harry could fulfil each demand, the pain would not stop. Until death.
Renounce the Knights.
Renounce his skewed belief that Jesus was a human and nothing more.
Tell them where the Grail was hidden.
Harry knew what the first two meant and he was as stubborn as any Knight could be. But the third, Harry had no idea. He’d no clue what they meant by a ‘Grail’ nor did he know where it would be hidden.
Many secrets had been kept from the younger man, including his bloodline or a possible bloodline descending from Jesus. So the inquisition would fail in the end, and cost Harry his life. How could he answer the question if he didn’t know what the answer was?
The door to his cell opened and Harry did not react beyond giving a small, pitiful moan. When strong, yet gentle hands lifted the young man up from the floor and placed him on the bed. Harry tried to crack an eye open.
Harry was rolled onto his stomach and moments later, a warm, soothing flannel was being rubbed over the fiery wounds made by the whip.
“You should give them what they want,” the soft, familiar voice of Severus Snape whispered. Severus tended to Harry after each beating. He nursed the young man back to a pseudo-state of health, fed him and kept him alive. Only so the others could torture him again.
“I… can’t…” Harry gasped out against the stinging pain as Severus cleaned his wounds.
“Why not? I don’t understand why you won’t give them what they want.” Severus knew damn well why not, but he wanted to break the boy himself. He wanted to bring Harry to that place of no-faith. The place where the boy realised that there was nothing left, there was no God inside and there was no God outside. Only then could Harry accept what he was and what he had to do. All in the name of a fraud. Because Severus did indeed believe that Jesus was a fraud.
“I can’t give up my vows.” Harry said.
“Which you never took,” Severus countered.
“I can’t conform to their beliefs,” Harry bit out. “And I don’t know what the Grail is. I’ve never heard of it, I don’t know why they think I know!”
“Because Dumbledore knows,” Severus said almost soothingly. “Because Remus also knows.”
“Remus would have told me,” Harry hissed as Severus eased the young man onto his back.
“No he would not have. He would not have told you because he is sworn to keep it secret and protected.”
“Even from me?” Harry demanded through clenched teeth.
Severus let out a small sigh and put a soothing salve on the younger man’s swollen eyes. “He would keep the Grail from itself,” Severus said and wondered just then if the boy would catch on.
He didn’t. “It’s all madness,” Harry said in a now-sleepy tone. “It’s all insanity and I will die before I give in to them.”
“Have you no sense of self-preservation?” Severus asked as he stepped back away from the bed.
“What would be the point in that?” Harry asked and then yawned. “What would I be for God if all I wanted was to live?”
Severus snorted. “You would be alive and better able to serve him. Think on that, boy. Think on that, because I want you to live. All they want is your words. They can never take what is in your mind or your heart. All they want is your words.”
“And my actions,” Harry spat as he half-sat up. “What of my actions?”
“Actions are nothing more, if your heart is not behind them,” Severus said and left the room, closing the door firmly behind him.
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Striding into the Archbishop’s chambers, Severus fixed the older blonde with a glare. “You do realise that the younger one has no idea what the Grail is about, don’t you?”
Lucius Malfoy rolled his eyes and elegantly lowered himself into his chair. “I’m aware.”
“Yet you continue the interrogation,” Severus said, crossing his arms.
“Well it is rather amusing to see him squirm,” Lucius said lazily and picked up a goblet of wine.
“You really are the most twisted sort of man, Lucius.”
“Why thank you,” the blonde said with a laugh. “Are we any closer to having the other one break?”
Severus shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Lucius scratched his chin in thought. “My son seems rather fond of him. I’m hoping to get through this without killing him.”
“I’m hoping you’ll get through this without killing either one of them,” Severus muttered.
Lucius’ grey eyes brightened and he fixed Severus with a wicked smile. “Why Father Snape, you’re fond of the young one, aren’t you?”
Severus glowered. “That’s ridiculous.”
“No it isn’t,” Lucius said with a wave of his hand. “I’ve always known your preferences.”
“I’m a man of God, Lucius,” Severus snapped.
“You’re also queer. I don’t know why you deny yourself the pleasure, Severus. The Lord knows I haven’t.”
“Yes, Draco is proof of that,” Severus said, rolling his eyes. Truth be told, Severus had never denied himself the pleasure, and Draco was also proof of that. But Lucius did not know, and Severus was in no hurry to inform him.
“Well I never intended for the bird to become pregnant, but no matter. Draco has served me well.”
Severus leant against the wall and shook his head. “Just let the younger one go.”
“If he revokes his loyalty to the Knights and accepts our way of life, I will give him to you. If he does not, he will be killed,” Lucius said and then shrugged. “Riddle’s orders.”
“Of course,” Severus said. “But enough with the Grail.”
“For the young one,” Lucius said. “But the old one is likely to die, despite my son’s protests.”
“Let me talk to him,” Severus said. “If I can extract the confession…”
“He will not die,” Lucius agreed.
With a nod, Severus left the Archbishop’s chambers, as always feeling just a bit dirtier than he had before.
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Remus fared better than Harry in that moment and was sitting on his bed, gingerly nursing his wounded wrist. He had been beaten, but the treatment by the young blonde afterward often made up for the hours of torture.
Draco meticulously cleaned each and every one of Remus’ wounds, kept the man well fed and generally healthy. It was the strangest thing Remus had ever experienced and he wondered if he would actually live through this.
The only thing that kept him up at nights was his constant worry for Harry. He had no idea how the younger man was faring, though he had been assured Harry was still alive. For the moment.
At any time, that could change for either of them, and Remus realised how precarious their position really was. Remus may have been cared for by the blonde, but it was not the young man that kept him alive each night. No, that power belonged to someone far crueller and far more likely to revel in his bloodshed.
Remus had to think of something, and quickly. As his mind mulled over his recent revelations, Remus didn’t notice the door to his cell open until a harsh light filled the room.
Wincing, the tawny-haired man looked over and saw Severus Snape, clad in his plain monk’s robe standing in the doorway.
“Social call?” Remus asked in a hoarse voice.
Severus snorted. “Not likely.” Closing the door behind him, Severus approached the bed and gingerly sat down. “It’s time for you to confess.”
“Am I to be absolved before I die? Tell Riddle that’s rather kind of him.”
“Not that kind of confession you idiot,” Severus snapped. “The Archbishop is losing patience and he wants to know the whereabouts of the Grail.”
“How amusing,” Remus said, “that he could drink from the Grail now.”
“You need to tell them that you don’t know,” Severus said in a low tone. “You need to tell them where the information is located.”
Remus realised what Severus was saying. Dumbledore had tomes upon tomes of information on the Grail Bloodline. It would be years before anything was discerned from it, and Riddle would likely believe that Dumbledore didn’t tell Remus who the Grail was, just where he could find the information. And Riddle would know full well that if Remus had been commanded to refrain from looking, he would obey.
“Perhaps it is time to end this,” Remus said with a heavy sigh.
“I was hoping you would agree.”
“And Harry?”
“Stubborn,” Severus said quietly. “He may be wearing down.”
“He doesn’t know,” Remus said firmly.
‘They are aware of that,” Severus said. “And I believe it’s all going to end.”
Remus reached out carefully with his uninjured arm and grasped Severus’ wrist as tightly as he could manage. “He must be kept alive. He must. I will give my life, but his must be spared.”
Severus nodded. “I’m well aware. As I told Harry, actions are one thing, just one thing so long as the heart is not behind them.”
“You have not forgotten your vows.”
Severus gave a short nod, rose from the bed and walked toward the door. “It’s going to be a long process.”
“But it will end soon, one way or another,” Remus replied and gingerly eased himself down onto the bed.
With a last look at the beaten man, Severus left the prison quarters. Heading back up to his own quarters, Severus felt a renewed sense of hope that eventually it would all be over.
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Halfway into his glass of nightly wine, Severus heard the soft knock on his door. With a short grunt, Severus padded to the door and found himself unsurprised by the caller.
It was Draco. The younger blonde let himself in and flopped onto Severus’ sofa. “Pleasant night?”
“No night is pleasant here,” Severus snarled as he resumed his chair and his wine. “What do you want?”
“Company,” Draco responded. “What do I always want?”
“More than I wish to give,” Severus muttered.
Draco sighed, rose from the sofa and knelt before Severus. Reaching out, the blonde plucked the wine glass from Severus’ hands and set it aside. “Father Snape,” Draco purred.
Severus felt nausea rise up in him and he shuddered. “Please don’t.”
Draco reached out and caressed Severus’ cheek. “Hear my confession.”
“Draco,” Severus said.
“It’s not you I love, but him.”
Severus swallowed thickly. “Why do you do this?”
“Because I’m lost,” Draco said. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”
“This is wrong.”
“But we both need it,” Draco said in a low voice and brought his lips crashing against Severus’. “Need,” Draco muttered.
Severus found himself kissing back, like he did every time. He felt no remorse for God, for his vows. God didn’t care. God wasn’t this being who was watching over them, marking their sins. God was the artist that marvelled at the grotesque beauty of his own creation. Nothing more. God scoffed, laughed at them as Draco turned onto his stomach and let Severus slip inside of him.
God found it amusing that as Severus pounded the younger man’s arse with a fierce, frustrated rhythm, another man was crying for his failing faith. And another man believed that there was something to this figure called Jesus Christ and that he was fighting for something true. Something right.
As Severus pulled out and helped the young man to his feet, he was filled with the sense that they were all frauds, really. And then the green eyes of the other young man flashed inside Severus’ mind’s eye and he knew, in the end, what he really wanted.
Chapter One
Chapter Two