Note: I edited this part as much as I could so it wouldn't be too graphic. I don't know it I succeeded, so if you have a problem with sexual situations, don't read on. Also, thanks to everyone who favorited this fic. I just wonder why no one reviewed when they thought this fic could be one of their favorites. A great thanks to my beta, Marauderswolf!

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When Snape opened the door and saw the expression on Harry's face, he laughed. Harry was surprised by his reaction and his face reddened deeply.

"I suppose you saw the memories?"

Harry nodded, trying to hide his blushing from Snape with his hand. "I need to talk with you, though. You didn't really give me the answers I need."

"All the answers are there. If only you took the time to look for them."

Anger suddenly surged through Harry. "I don't think you understand, Snape. Our time is limited. Rowle will strike any day now!"

Snape stared at him for a moment, then nodded. He stepped aside and waved for Harry to follow him. Entering the living room, Harry took a seat next to Snape. He wasted no time to ask Snape the questions he needed to know. Turning his gaze to his hands, which rested on his thighs, he began:

"Do you know where Rowle is?"

"No," Snape answered simply.

"Why did the memories stop at the first war?"

"Because I didn't see Rowle after that. Only when he contacted me to meet him in Knockturn Alley did I hear from him again."

"You say that the clues are in those memories. How so?"

Snape hesitated. "Lazy as always. Always wanting the rewards without working for them."

"Just tell me," Harry snapped, jerking his head up to look at Snape. He regretted it the moment their eyes locked, and he had to gulp thickly, the piercing black of Snape's eyes striking him down and forcing him to shift awkwardly. Through everything, he felt himself grow hard, the material of his trousers tightening. He blushed from it and had to focus on the rough carpet on the floor to continue his questioning.

"Please, help me," he said quietly.

"It should be obvious, even to dunderheads. Rowle likes to keep men near the ocean, in small cottages like the one in my memory, right? Where was the last body found?"

"Oh -- Jesus. But we didn't think he'd be that shite-faced to stick around. The Ministry searched Cornwall -- found nothing."

"What about Penzance?"

"The English Channel. He can easily escape if he wants to! God, how fucking fuck -- fuck --" He paused. "I thought you didn't know where Rowle was."

"I don't -- this is only my own assumption."

Harry stood and turned his back to Snape, enabling himself to think clearly. He needed to search the cottages at Penzance, quietly so that Rowle wouldn’t be tempted to flee. He wondered if he should ask Snape to join him.

Spinning around, he stared down at Snape, inspecting the man’s pale face, his crooked nose and dark eyes. There was something behind Snape’s indifferent expression that Harry couldn’t pinpoint. It seemed like a challenge, as though he had thrown down the gauntlet, testing Harry to make the right decision.

“Come with me,” Harry whispered, his lips numb and his heart pounding. “I can’t do it alone and I don’t think we have time for another Auror to join me. We need to get Rowle before he kills again.”

Snape licked his lips as he stared up at Harry, his eyes moving over his face in thought. Harry felt himself grow red, the skin on his cheeks and neck flaming from the focus of Snape’s eyes. He couldn’t believe how Snape made him act - it surprised him that he hadn’t giggled yet.

Nodding in silent agreement, Snape stood and straightened the collar of his robes, his pale fingers stained with red and black smudges. Harry couldn’t help but stare.

“What’s on your hands?” The question escaped his lips before he could stop it.

Surprised, Snape looked down at his hands, spreading his fingers and flexing them. “They’re stained - from the potion I made this morning.”

“Oh,” Harry said, feeling awkward as he tried to start a normal conversation with Snape.

“So, shall we rush off now or wait for our gallant horses?” Snape’s lips twisted together in amusement.

Harry ignored his taunting. “Now, if you are ready.”

"All right, let's go then."

They stood in silence, staring at one another.

"Um, do you know a certain spot where we can Apparate to?"

"I have a few ideas."

"Oh," Harry looked down at his feet, "do you think we should Apparate together?"

Snape rolled his eyes, obviously exasperated. "Aren't you full of questions today." He paused. "I think it would be essential to Apparate together for you have no idea where we should go." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Harry flushed, feeling the right idiot for asking Snape the question. "All right." He stepped closer to Snape and tilted his head toward the floor, unable to look the man so closely in the face.

"I won't turn you into stone, Potter, if you look at me." His voice was meant to sound amuse, but Harry thought he heard a strange sadness as well.

He laughed with nervous twitching, his voice higher than normal. Breathing in deeply, Harry straightened his back and looked into Snape's face, meeting the other man's gaze. They stared at each other for a moment, Snape's eyes piercing Harry and stealing his breath away. He couldn't help but blush, and he cursed himself silently for it. Snape most likely knew what he was thinking.

"Step closer to me and grab hold of my shoulders," Snape ordered.

Harry obeyed him without thinking, his hands grasping Snape's shoulders and his fingers curling into fabric for leverage. He felt hard muscle under his palms, and he shivered from the contact. His heart pounding fiercely in his chest, Harry bit the inside of his cheek as he smelled the spicy aroma of Snape, the scent forcing his stomach to twist violently.

Snape closed his eyes and his face fell into harsh lines as he concentrated, creases forming against his forehead and mouth. Harry was mesmerised -- his mouth grew dry and a faint ache began to pound deep within his groin. Darkness fell around them and he suddenly felt the uncomfortable feeling of Apparition. They landed in a vacant field, tall grass surrounding them, the high sun beaming through the sky. It took a moment for Harry to realise that he still held Snape tightly.

Embarrassed, Harry jumped back and said quickly, his voice strained, "You lead the way."

Nodding, Snape turned on his heel and stalked through the grass, his heavy boots crushing the plants and leaving imprints of the soles in the flattened grass. Harry pulled out his wand and followed, the heat of the day reddening his cheeks. Sweat began to form under his arms. They left the field and entered a small forest, squirrels running away and the air dramatically cooler.

Minutes passed and Harry wondered if he should say something. "Where are we going?" he called out to Snape, who was a few meters away from him.

Snape turned his head slightly and said over his shoulder, "A group of cottages, not too far away from the beach. We are taking the long way so we won't be seen."

"Oh," Harry said quietly, as suspicion began to run deep within him. What if Snape was really the accomplice to Rowle? What if he was drawing Harry deep into the forest just so he could finish him off? Clutching his wand tighter, he forced himself to ignore the anxiety within him. If he had come this far with Snape, he should at least see where it would take him.

It seemed like hours they walked through the forest, but finally the trees thinned away and soon Harry could see the ocean, the air becoming thicker and saltier. A group of small cottages stood on a grassy hill, illuminated by the sun and clear sky. They looked desolate and lonely, the windows blackened and a few boarded up.

Snape waited for him by worn steps, which led up to the first cottages on the hill, his cloak blowing sideways.

"Where do you want to start?" Harry asked.

"There," Snape answered, pointing with a long finger to the furthest cottage, a dingy little building which seemed to be unoccupied.

"Shouldn't we start with these first?"

Shaking his head, Snape said, "No, I have a feeling it's that one."

Harry shrugged as he followed Snape, his steps careful against the cracked steps and steep angle. The roar of the ocean became more apparent with each passing moment, and soon they stood in front of the cottage, inspecting the worn door.

"Should we find another way in?"

"No one's home, " Snape responded simply.

"Oh."

Snape stepped forward and raised his wand, aiming it at the knob and unlocking the door, moving swiftly into the room without waiting for Harry. The room smelled of rotten wood and mildew as Harry pushed the door closed, the frame weak and unsupportive. Snape turned to him and put a finger to his lips, pointing to a set of stairs which led to a lower level.

They began to trek down the stairs, each step creaking loudly, and Snape waved his wand through the air, casting a silencing spell. Harry's heart pounded in his chest, leading up to his neck and ears. He felt the blood rush through his veins, and his palms began to sweat, the cool wetness forming under his arms and above his lip. Darkness met them at the bottom, and he accidently collided with Snape, unaware that the man had stopped.

"What do you suppose we do?" Harry whispered in Snape's ear, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady himself.

"There is a room down here, like in my memory," Snape said quietly, his lips barely moving.

"IS ANYONE THERE? The stairs -- the stairs!" The voice was of a man. It had come from a wall opposite them. "HELP, HELP! ANYONE! PLEASE!"

Harry froze, staring at where the voice had come from. Trembling slightly, he advanced into the room, Snape by his side, their wands drawn out in front of them. Water dripped against the stone ground somewhere, and Harry turned his head slightly to the sound.

"Where are you? Tell us!" Harry yelled, anxiety settling in his chest.

"OH, THANK GOD. I'M IN HERE, BEHIND THE WALL. THERE'S A LOCK SOMEWHERE, I KNOW THERE IS!"

Snape rushed forward, lighting his wand and trailing it along the wall. Light illuminated a small lock, rusty with age. Tapping it once with his wand, the lock broke off, falling to the floor with a thud.

"Wow, why do you think it was so easy?"

"Never thought anyone would find out," Snape whispered, his breathing loud.

They hesitated before pulling the door open, eyes searching quickly for the man. A shadow moved in the corner of the room, apparently struggling with the ropes tied around his body. As their eyes adjusted, they found the man had blond hair, young -- with wide blue eyes and a firm jawline. His face and hands were bloodied, healing cuts and dried blood around his mouth.

"Oh, my -- thank you god. He's gone, dunno where." The man slurred his words slightly.

Harry rushed to him, his wand cutting open the bonds in a quick fashion, gently for he did not want to hurt him. There was sudden movement from above them, and Snape looked up, his eyes glinting.

The man cowered against the wall. "Don't you fucking leave me. He's coming, he's coming!"

Raising his wand, Snape stepped forward, staring at the door. No one breathed as they heard footsteps descend the stairs. Sweat began to form around his wand as Harry aimed it at the door, waiting. It felt like a dream, the door creaking open and Rowle standing there, stunned to see Snape and Harry. Without hesitating, strong ropes flew from Snape's wand, wrapping themselves around Rowle.

Gasping, he fell to the floor, his face colliding with the stones, a loud crunch echoing throughout the room. Filth began to spill from Rowle's lips, his eyes crazed as he looked up at Snape, total revulsion smeared across his features.

"You traitor!" he yelled, struggling to get out of his bonds. "What? What is this about? Trying to play hero!"

Snape didn't flinch. "You are a monster, Rowle. A monster."

Rowle laughed, his voice tinged with unrestrained madress. "You are a damned hypocrite! Because I wanted to have some fun? You have murdered people as well!"

"Only those who deserved it."

"You tell yourself that. Lie and lie until you make yourself believe that it's not your fault that my life is ruined!" He took an a mocked voice. "Oh, please, join the Dark Lord! He will do great things! Fuck you! Fuck, fuck, fuck you!" His face had grown red and spit dripped from his mouth, onto the floor. "At least I'm honest -- I can't stop it. I want them all the time -- never gonna stop."

"You disgust me," Snape said dangerously, his eyes vicious.

Harry was a bit breathless. "I'll call for backup. The Ministry can take him to prison."

"No!" Rowle yelled, "Never! Never!"

The blond man walked over and kicked him, hard in the face. "You bastard. Fucking bastard." He stomped hard on his nose, breaking it.

Rowle ceased to move, blood dripping down his face. A sense of satisfaction surged through Harry.

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"Here," Harry said, setting a steaming cup of tea in front of Snape, who sat at his kitchen table, cradling his head in his hands.

Exhaling loudly, Snape reached for the cup and gulped down the tea in one swift swallow. He set the cup back on the table, the lines on his face dissolving into satisfied calm. Blinking, he turned his gaze to Harry, raising an eyebrow at him. Harry laughed, a heavy pressure finally escaping his chest. The side of his cheek was sore from a small cut, dried blood smeared across his skin. It hurt for him to laugh.

A thought occurred to him. "You knew all along." His voice was filled with wistful curiosity. "You knew Rowle was going to be in that cottage. You knew exactly where he was all along." Anger began to course through him.

"Obviously," Snape answered dryly.

"Why didn't you tell someone -- the Ministry!"

"Do you really think anyone would have believed me? Or worse, they would have thought I was helping him!"

Harry shook his head, his mouth falling open. "So -- you needed me, really."

"Precisely." Snape watched him for a moment, then raised a hand and ran his fingers over the cut on Harry's cheek, his touch light. "I'm not sorry, no matter what I had to do. Rowle is gone and I'm finally at peace for it." They stared at one another, something flashing within Snape's dark eyes, his hand tightening his hold against Harry's chin.

Harry grabbed his wrist and pulled the hand up to his lips, sucking Snape's index and middle finger into his mouth. He had no idea what gave him the courage, but he suspected the violent twisting in his stomach had something to do with it. Snape's eyes widened considerably, the black pupils dilating and his lips parting in a gasp. Curling his tongue around the fingers, Harry allowed the salty taste of Snape's skin to wash over him, a bit of saliva dripping from his mouth as Snape began to move his fingers in and out. The jagged tips of his nails scratched the back of Harry's throat. It forced him to swallow and he moaned softly as Snape added another finger.

The anxiety and stress from the day disappeared in an instant. Snape's eyes flashed between Harry's and his fingers thrusting into the reddened mouth. After a few moments Harry allowed the fingers to slip from his mouth, his back arching so he could lean over the table and kiss Snape. Placing a hand on his chest, Snape stopped Harry inches away from his face.

He stared hard at Harry. "What drove you to this?" His voice was quiet, controlled but his cheeks were reddened with desire.

"You," Harry breathed, his body aching for touch, "that memory, what happened today. Everything."

Snape blinked at him. "You've changed -- not a boy anymore," he murmured, as his hand trailed down and slipped under Harry's dirty sweater, the remaining saliva slick against his abdomen as Snape caressed his hand up to Harry's chest, curling his fist into the small patch of hair that he found there. Bending over, he captured Harry's lips with a kiss, as he raked his nails down the soft skin, causing the younger man to moan deeply.

Breaking away, Snape said, "You will regret it. This -- me."

Harry shook his head quickly, his eyes gleaming and his chest beating up and down. "No -- no, I won't."

"I can't deny that I don't want you," Snape muttered, standing and pulling Harry up with him, his hand trailing down to cup Harry through his trousers. He smirked faintly. "Ah, and I can tell you want me as well."

"Oh, God," Harry groaned, as he felt Snape squeeze him, rubbing in a circular motion. Bolts of excitement surged through him, his legs trembling from the effort of holding himself up. He leaned forward and nipped at Snape's neck, licking a straight line up to behind the man's ear, allowing himself to bite down softly on the tender flesh. Snape moaned, his chest rumbling, and Harry smiled roguishly.

Snape captured his lips once more, urgent in his tasting, as he tore open Harry's trousers and wrapped a sweaty hand around his arousal. He thrust forward, unable to control his movements, the feeling of Snape's fist overwhelming Harry, his eyes twisting closed and his mouth falling open in a silent yell. Blood rushed through his veins, a pressure building up within him, and all traces of doubt escaping his consciousness. Only the now and more repeating in his mind, the world lost to pleasure.

"W-wait," Harry breathed against Snape lips, but the hand tightened its hold and gave one quick twist, and Harry came, his lips parting and a sticky white splattering on Snape's robes and hands. He slumped against Snape, drained in more ways than one, his forehead pressed into the junction of Snape's neck and shoulder. He tried to soften his gasps, bubbles of air burning his raw lungs, and cold sweat dripping down his temples.

"Do you have a bedroom?" he asked Snape, smiling lazily up at him.

Snape hesitated for a moment, then gave a quick nod. Smirking, Snape grabbed him by his collar and pulled him through the door of the kitchen and down a darkened hallway. He opened a door at the far end without turning his back to Harry, walking backwards into the room and closing the door once more with a kick of his boot.

Steering him to the bed, Snape pushed him gently down to lay against the soft blanketing, his hands taking a fistful of Harry's sweater and trying to pull it over his head. Harry sat up, grabbing onto his hands to stop him.

"No," he whispered, his voice rough with arousal. "You first."

"As you wish," Snape purred, unbuttoning his robes and allowing them to fall to the floor. His shirt soon followed them, and Harry sucked in a deep breath as he began to unbutton his trousers. Reaching out with trembling hands, he helped Snape out of his trousers and pants, his eyes focusing on the man in front of him. He licked his lips, as he tried to cure his nerves, his eyes focusing on Snape' face, and he inspected the way Snape gazed down at him, eyes turned downward and gleamed with emotion.

Leaning in, Harry pressed his lips to Snape's thigh, mouthing kisses along the pale flesh, up to his stomach. He felt Snape tremble under his mouth, and he squeezed his eyes closed as his hands grasped Snape's hips, pulling the man closer. Licking his lips, he sucked the head of Snape into his mouth, swirling his tongue around. A low moan issued from the man above him, and Harry took him further into his mouth.

A hand wrapped around the base of Harry's head, cradling it as Snape began to move, fingers curling into Harry's hair and tugging. Harry groaned, knowing it would send electrified bolts through Snape's whole body. Stilling, Snape bit his lip and pushed Harry's face forward, as he came silently, nothing but a soft gasp telling of his pleasure.

His jaw aching and his lips swollen, Harry stared up at him with dark eyes, wanting nothing more than to have Snape inside him -- right this moment. He supposed he should inspect the events that had led him to this point, but it seemed so unimportant as Snape crawled on the bed, lying down next to him and caressing his fingers up and down Harry's chest.

Harry turned his head toward him. "Could you go another round?"

Smirking, Snape asked, "What do you have in mind, Potter?"

"Harry, it's Harry."

His fingers slowing their movement, Snape seemed to mull over the name Harry in his mind. He leaned in and kissed Harry without a word, biting at his lower lip. Pulling back, Harry whispered in his ear, "Say it, come on -- say my name."

Snape tensed for a moment, then leaned close to him, his chin rough again Harry's cheek and said, his voice low, "Harry, what do you want? Harry."

"I want you to fuck me," he responded without hesitation, his back arching as Snape took one of his nipples between his thumb and index finger. He stifled a gasp as Snape tweaked his nipple to hardness, then lowered his head and took it in between his teeth, biting down gently. "Stop this," Harry panted, staring at him. "Fuck me, right -- now."

Snape's lips twisted in amusement. "What exactly does fucking imply?"

"Oh, jesus, fuck -- stop, really. Now, now."

"No, tell me, Harry. Tell me."

Grabbing his shoulders, he pulled Snape down on top of him, crushing his lips against Snape's. "I want you right god-damn now."

The tell-tale sign of arousal reddened Snape's cheeks and neck, his eyes focused on Harry as he panted softly. He reached out his hand and summoned a jar from across the room silently.

"Spread your legs," Snape ordered, his voice husky. He kneeled between Harry's legs and opened the jar, slicking his fingers with the clear substance. "Breathe," he said, as he brought a finger down and massaged it against his opening. He pushed gently, allowing Harry to suck him in on his own pace. Hissing softly, Harry waited until his body had begun accustom to the intrusion before nodding.

Thrusting his finger in and out, Snape waited a few moments until he added another finger -- then a third, and it wasn't long before Harry was squirming on the bed, legs relaxed in a wanton fashion.

"Have you done this before?" Snape asked.

Nodding, Harry answered, "Yeah, but not for a long time -- don't be afraid, though."

Snape didn't respond as he slicked himself with the same clear substance and positioned himself in front of Harry's entrance. "Remember to breathe. Ready?"

"Yes," Harry answered, almost exasperated. All thoughts escaped his mind, though, the moment Snape slid into him, fully sheathing himself in one hard thrust. Twin moans echoed through the room. The first two thrusts were slow -- hesitant, but soon movements became quick, almost brutal, intensity and heated breaths surrounding them.

Twisting his eyes closed, Harry lost himself in the feeling, anchored and heavy, wrapping his legs around Snape's waist and never letting go. He bit his lip, a rush of emotion flowing through him, a pressure beginning to coil deep within his stomach. He reached down between their bodies and fisted himself, quickly so he could keep up with Snape's pace.

Snape suddenly stilled, thrusting one more time and coming with a low grunt. After a few moments, Harry also stilled, his body arching up and white bursts coating his hand and Snape's stomach. Snape collapsed against Harry, breathing loudly and wrapping his arms around the younger man.

"So unexpected," he murmured against Harry's ear, his voice drowsy.

Harry laughed softly. "Yeah, I don't know what I'm gonna tell Dean in the morning."

To Be Continued.