I'd Die for You

Could you live with that?

Harry woke up quickly and calmly, just opening his eyes. The dungeons had no windows, so he couldn't tell what time it was. Every other night he'd been there, Snape was up before him and turned on the lights but now he was in a total darkness. Snape's leg was warm against his and Harry struggled not to move.

And then he saw something near the ceiling, which scaled high above their heads. He summoned his glasses quietly so he could see clearly. There was sunlight, beautiful and strange, shining through the wall, as if it were made of cracked rock. Those bits of light seemed more complete than a flood because you could see each ray, the way it traveled across the entire width of the room to illuminate the other side and everything it passed through, dust and space.

The light trickled down from the top of the ceiling until it reached the bed, the rays hitting his face. They were warm.

Snape took a sharp inhale next to him and shifted in bed, curling away from Harry, leaving him cold where they'd been touching, and lifting his pillow around him to block the light.

Harry got up then, summoning his wand to him and Flooing to his room. It was filled with light, the sky bright in the window. He could see himself now, in Snape's shirt and underwear for the third time. He had the other clothes he'd borrowed from Snape in his room still, not quite ready to give them back in case he chucked Harry out of his life and Harry needed them to fall asleep in.

He went into his bathroom to look in the mirror at himself. Would he look different? Older? Fucked? He felt hot with the thought. The thorough soreness where Snape had been inside him excited him.

But he just looked like himself. Tousled hair, glasses, maybe a new redness around his mouth where Snape's stubble roughed him when they kissed. It was slightly hidden by his own stubble but he shaved his face and then could see it clearly, a mark of what they'd done.

The memory of Snape fucking him and the noise they'd made, the bed scrapping against the floor, Harry's cries, Snape's hunger for him a rumbling growl deep inside him, aroused Harry with force and he almost gasped to himself in the bathroom and felt the rush of blood to his groin. He pleasured himself, feeling guilty for not being satisfied still, and then showered even though Snape had made them shower before falling asleep not too many hours ago. Harry was thinking fondly of that particularly neurosis of Snape's when he suddenly felt the need to be productive.

He got out of the shower and dressed before sitting at his desk and pulling the stack of 4th year papers to him. The fondness he felt for the still childish scrawl of one student lifted his mood and he read with energy.

In my opinion, the most unforgivable of The Unforgivable Curse should be the Imperius Curse. When someone first hears about this curse, they might think it can't be that bad if they just use it one or two times on their sibling to make them itch their butts in front of their friends, for example. However, I'm going to explain why it truly is one of the darkest of Dark Arts magic.

Harry laughed. He wrote a note to the student that he appreciated their writing style.

But he found this personality, this uniqueness, in other papers too. One student wrote:

I know that Legillimens isn't one of the Unforgivable Curses, but honestly I think it should be. I'm muggle born and in the muggle world there's a huge problem with the government spying on people's phone conversations and things like that but Legillimens is like spying on your SOUL. Imagine your crush could hear you gushing over them or your teachers could hear what you REALLY wanted to say when you actually said 'Yes ma'am' and 'I'm sorry, sir.'

Some of them were like this, informal to the point of hilarity and clever, needing to refer to themselves because they couldn't help themselves. And some of them were overly formal, trying so hard to be taken seriously and to sound like they knew what they were talking about. Some of them wrote so little that Harry was pretty sure he should be admonishing them but couldn't because they'd managed to answer all the questions succinctly.