[Fic] Unrequited [Harry Potter Gender Bender for reddwarfer]
Title: Unrequited
Fandom: Harry Potter
Requester: reddwarfer
Request: Gender Bender, 1,000+ words
Pairing: Snape/Harry (Harrietta)
Rating: Very hard R (possibly X?)
Warnings: Attempted rape
((Author's note. I drew the dialogue for the first few paragraphs directly from Chapter 28 of Order of the Phoenix. The color text was influenced from that same passage, but is my own words. Everything after that is mine.
Also, I feel I should warn people. This is probably darker than what reddwarfer had in mind... But it just made sense to me.))
"Having fun?"
Harrietta felt herself being jerked upright, and the vision of her parents in their youth faded away from sun filled park to the interior of professor Snapes gloomy office. She felt the floor slam up against her feet, and she found herself standing next to the Pensieve.
"So," Snape continued, white skin even paler with fury. "So... Been enjoying yourself Potter?"
N-no..." Henrietta stuttered, struggling to free herself.
"Amusing man, your father, wasn't he?" said Snape, the fingers of his free hand capturing Harietta's chin, forcing her to look up into his angry face.
"I-I didn't..."
Henrietta gasped as she felt herself jerked up onto her toes. Professor Snape's hand had released her chin, only to tangle into the front of her blouse, pulling her upright. She dangled there, toes barely reaching the floor, forced to stare up at the unpleasant, thin face of the man leering down at her.
"Seven years, Potter," Snape sneered, his face lowering down until she could feel his breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes, turning her head aside. "Seven years I endured every insult, every abuse from your father. Pompous, arrogant, brute of a boy. Seven years I spent worshipping your mother, only for her to end up going with him. Why, Potter? Why?"
Snape shook Henrietta, hard, and she felt the buttons of her blouse pop. Desperately she reached up, her small hands wrapping around Snape's wrist, trying to get away. Her efforts were futile. Thin as he was, Snape was still easily a foot and a half taller, and stronger.
" Every day, you're there, in that classroom, watching me, and it's like she's there... You look so much like her, you know." Unexpectedly, Snape let go of her blouse, and she could feel it falling open as she dropped back onto her feet. She released her grip on his wrist and attempted to pull the shirt shut from his prying eyes. She pulled back, trying to run, but he still held her firm by her arm, bruising her. Fingers stroked along her cheek as Snape's voice softened. "You have her eyes. You have her lips, her cheeks. You walk like her, you carry yourself like her. You even sound like her."
Harrietta's eyes widened as she felt surprisingly warm lips on her forehead. She found herself staring at Snape's neck from so close she could see the beating of his heart pulsing under the skin on his thin neck. She froze, not certain what to do.
"Everything is hers but this scar, and your hair." Snape's voice harshened again, and she felt his hands grab her shoulders. "Those belong to your father." She gave a small shriek of terror as she felt Snape's hands rip her shirt down off her shoulders, leaving it dangling around her waist from where it was tucked into her skirt. Instinctively, she tried to cover herself, but Snape's hand caught her wrist, jerking it away as his other hand tangled in a bra strap. "And that's what let's me do this."
Harrietta cried out as she was thrown down, the bra strap snapping, exposing her breast. She tried to crawl away, but Snape was atop her before she could crab backwards more than a foot, and she felt his fingernails digging into her breast as his lips pressed themselves forcefully against her neck. His other hand grabbed her shoulder, forcing the other bra strap down, and she felt the cloth of his robe chafe against the skin of her chest. "Stop!" she called. "Professor, stop this!"
Snape's head lifted, and feverish eyes stared down at her face."All these years and I can finally get what I've always wanted, Potter," Snape hissed. "Lily's body..." He shifted, his hands going to her wrists, trapping her as lifted his body up. He turned his eyes downward, his face forming a rictus of a smile as he stared at her bare breasts as they lunged up and down with her frightened breathing. He ducked down, licking a nipple, then grinned up at her like a snake. "And vengeance on James," he finished. Fingers dug into the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down as she beat on Snape's back futilely with the one hand he'd allowed her to have the false freedom of. "I've waited a long time for this," he hisses as she felt the skirt forced down below her knees.
As fingers began to worm their way into her panties, she froze, eyes wide, mouth agape. This wasn't happening! It couldn't be happening! Not because of something that happened before she was born! Panic gripped her, and she felt her heart hammering in her chest as fingers began to dig painfully between her legs, forcing themselves somewhere she'd kept even from Ron.
Her body went limp as she felt a searing pain. She couldn't fight him. She wasn't strong enough. She couldn't stop it.
No. It wouldn't happen. Something would stop it. Someone would rescue her. Sirius would come save her. Dumbledore would rescue her. Ron would come in wearing his second hand robes, but handsome anyway. Hermione would rush in to chastise her assault her, then take her back to the Griffindor girl's dorm and tuck her in bed. Her father would come. Her mother...
Her mother...
"Severus... Please stop. For my sake." Harrietta's voice was calm in spite of what she could feel Snape doing to her. She remembered what she'd seen of her mother in Snape's Pensieve. She focused on it, trying to summon the strength within her that had been her mother's parting gift. She tried to be as calm and resolute as that woman had been when speaking out against James' abuse of the thin, quiet boy that had been Severus Snape. "Please don't do this to my daughter."
She felt the fingers between her legs go stiff, claws scraping too sensitive skin painfully. There was a strangled sound in her ear, and she felt teeth start to pinch down on her neck just behind the curve of her jaw...
And then Snape was standing, back to her, quivering with pent up frustration and rage. "Get out," he hissed, not look back at her as she picked herself up warily. "Get out Get out GET OUT!"
Trying to pull her clothes back together as best she could, Harrietta fled Snape's office. As the door slammed shut behind her, she could hear a weeping voice whisper, "Lily..."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Requester: reddwarfer
Request: Gender Bender, 1,000+ words
Pairing: Snape/Harry (Harrietta)
Rating: Very hard R (possibly X?)
Warnings: Attempted rape
((Author's note. I drew the dialogue for the first few paragraphs directly from Chapter 28 of Order of the Phoenix. The color text was influenced from that same passage, but is my own words. Everything after that is mine.
Also, I feel I should warn people. This is probably darker than what reddwarfer had in mind... But it just made sense to me.))
"Having fun?"
Harrietta felt herself being jerked upright, and the vision of her parents in their youth faded away from sun filled park to the interior of professor Snapes gloomy office. She felt the floor slam up against her feet, and she found herself standing next to the Pensieve.
"So," Snape continued, white skin even paler with fury. "So... Been enjoying yourself Potter?"
N-no..." Henrietta stuttered, struggling to free herself.
"Amusing man, your father, wasn't he?" said Snape, the fingers of his free hand capturing Harietta's chin, forcing her to look up into his angry face.
"I-I didn't..."
Henrietta gasped as she felt herself jerked up onto her toes. Professor Snape's hand had released her chin, only to tangle into the front of her blouse, pulling her upright. She dangled there, toes barely reaching the floor, forced to stare up at the unpleasant, thin face of the man leering down at her.
"Seven years, Potter," Snape sneered, his face lowering down until she could feel his breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes, turning her head aside. "Seven years I endured every insult, every abuse from your father. Pompous, arrogant, brute of a boy. Seven years I spent worshipping your mother, only for her to end up going with him. Why, Potter? Why?"
Snape shook Henrietta, hard, and she felt the buttons of her blouse pop. Desperately she reached up, her small hands wrapping around Snape's wrist, trying to get away. Her efforts were futile. Thin as he was, Snape was still easily a foot and a half taller, and stronger.
" Every day, you're there, in that classroom, watching me, and it's like she's there... You look so much like her, you know." Unexpectedly, Snape let go of her blouse, and she could feel it falling open as she dropped back onto her feet. She released her grip on his wrist and attempted to pull the shirt shut from his prying eyes. She pulled back, trying to run, but he still held her firm by her arm, bruising her. Fingers stroked along her cheek as Snape's voice softened. "You have her eyes. You have her lips, her cheeks. You walk like her, you carry yourself like her. You even sound like her."
Harrietta's eyes widened as she felt surprisingly warm lips on her forehead. She found herself staring at Snape's neck from so close she could see the beating of his heart pulsing under the skin on his thin neck. She froze, not certain what to do.
"Everything is hers but this scar, and your hair." Snape's voice harshened again, and she felt his hands grab her shoulders. "Those belong to your father." She gave a small shriek of terror as she felt Snape's hands rip her shirt down off her shoulders, leaving it dangling around her waist from where it was tucked into her skirt. Instinctively, she tried to cover herself, but Snape's hand caught her wrist, jerking it away as his other hand tangled in a bra strap. "And that's what let's me do this."
Harrietta cried out as she was thrown down, the bra strap snapping, exposing her breast. She tried to crawl away, but Snape was atop her before she could crab backwards more than a foot, and she felt his fingernails digging into her breast as his lips pressed themselves forcefully against her neck. His other hand grabbed her shoulder, forcing the other bra strap down, and she felt the cloth of his robe chafe against the skin of her chest. "Stop!" she called. "Professor, stop this!"
Snape's head lifted, and feverish eyes stared down at her face."All these years and I can finally get what I've always wanted, Potter," Snape hissed. "Lily's body..." He shifted, his hands going to her wrists, trapping her as lifted his body up. He turned his eyes downward, his face forming a rictus of a smile as he stared at her bare breasts as they lunged up and down with her frightened breathing. He ducked down, licking a nipple, then grinned up at her like a snake. "And vengeance on James," he finished. Fingers dug into the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down as she beat on Snape's back futilely with the one hand he'd allowed her to have the false freedom of. "I've waited a long time for this," he hisses as she felt the skirt forced down below her knees.
As fingers began to worm their way into her panties, she froze, eyes wide, mouth agape. This wasn't happening! It couldn't be happening! Not because of something that happened before she was born! Panic gripped her, and she felt her heart hammering in her chest as fingers began to dig painfully between her legs, forcing themselves somewhere she'd kept even from Ron.
Her body went limp as she felt a searing pain. She couldn't fight him. She wasn't strong enough. She couldn't stop it.
No. It wouldn't happen. Something would stop it. Someone would rescue her. Sirius would come save her. Dumbledore would rescue her. Ron would come in wearing his second hand robes, but handsome anyway. Hermione would rush in to chastise her assault her, then take her back to the Griffindor girl's dorm and tuck her in bed. Her father would come. Her mother...
Her mother...
"Severus... Please stop. For my sake." Harrietta's voice was calm in spite of what she could feel Snape doing to her. She remembered what she'd seen of her mother in Snape's Pensieve. She focused on it, trying to summon the strength within her that had been her mother's parting gift. She tried to be as calm and resolute as that woman had been when speaking out against James' abuse of the thin, quiet boy that had been Severus Snape. "Please don't do this to my daughter."
She felt the fingers between her legs go stiff, claws scraping too sensitive skin painfully. There was a strangled sound in her ear, and she felt teeth start to pinch down on her neck just behind the curve of her jaw...
And then Snape was standing, back to her, quivering with pent up frustration and rage. "Get out," he hissed, not look back at her as she picked herself up warily. "Get out Get out GET OUT!"
Trying to pull her clothes back together as best she could, Harrietta fled Snape's office. As the door slammed shut behind her, she could hear a weeping voice whisper, "Lily..."