"Hahahaha!" Voldemort's merciless chuckles resounded through the room, gaining more momentum with every tear that fell from Harry's eyes it seemed.

"Has it been a while Severus?" Voldemort taunted as he watched the potions professor withdraw from Harry's body, followed by a trail of semen as it ran down the boy's thigh.

While it may have been a long time since he had been with anyone, it was not the Dark Lord's business. Never mind the fact it was also not his intention to draw this unpleasant activity out any longer than strictly necessary.

Snape chose to remain silent at the Dark Lord's comment. It was at times like this that he wished he could run away, as far as his legs would carry him, into another world where he never had to return to this.

Snape gritted his teeth, he knew his mind was the only one that the Dark Lord could not penetrate and he had to keep it that way.

"Did you see that Draco?" Voldemort chuckled, drawing the attention of everyone in the room back upon the blonde.

Draco visibly grimaced as he sunk down in his seat, clearly trying in vain to escape the glares of all those around him as they highlighted his failings.

It were at times like these Draco wished his father would rescue him instead of allowing him to take the fall for once.

He always suspected his father was a coward but now he could no longer ignore it. The man continually thrusted him deeper into uncomfortable situations, but why? So that the attention would be taken from him and placed elsewhere, even if that place was his own son?

Draco gritted his teeth, knowing the words swirling around within his mind were correct, yet it didn't make listening to them any easier.

"That's what you were supposed to do. Perhaps Snape can teach you more than merely potions." Voldemort chuckled, deliberately locking eyes with the young blonde wizard.

Snape grimaced at the man's words, yet did well to not let it show on his face.

"Hahaha!" Voldemort continued his taunting as he rose his wand, almost instantly a glass of mead appeared before every person within the room.

Everyone except Harry.

Snape still remained kneeling behind Harry, a part of him not wanting to move for fear of opening the boy up to more unwanted attention, yet also aware that his current position would likely intimidate the boy further.

Snape already had no intention of consuming the alcohol provided by the Dark Lord. Nothing about what just transpired was worth celebrating.

"Raise your drinks everyone! To the wizard who conquered 'The Chosen One's' body!" Voldemort laughed as though he didn't care if someone at Hogwarts heard him.

"Once this boy is dead, the hopes and dreams of all those who oppose me will die with him." The Dark Lord pride seemed to only enhance the delight within his eyes.

Snape felt a wave of nausea pool in the pit of his stomach as he collected the glass within his fingers. He was painfully aware that should he not obey, he would be singled out, and it's not as though the eyes of everyone in the room wasn't already upon him and the unspeakable act he had just committed against one of his own students.

"To Severus Snape!" Voldemort smirked, though his eyes were drilling holes into Draco Malfoy, who had commandeered a corner, avoiding the gaze of everyone in the room.

Snape could not recall a time in his live where he had felt this uncomfortable. Why did Wormtail have to go and reawaken the Dark Lord?

If he had just let him be, then he wouldn't have to be here, enduring this and neither would Harry.

Voldemort chuckled, raising his wand before swishing it through the air. In a moment Harry's body slid off the table before slumping onto the floor beneath him.

"Hahahaha! Drink up my friends!" Voldemort cheered as scatterings of large jugs filled to the brim with mead materialized before everyone's eyes.

"This world is now ours!" The Dark Lord cheered.

It seemed as though several hours had gone past, yet Snape knew it had to have been half an hour at best. He had spent this time watching Harry drag himself slowly across the floor towards the closest corner.

Snape had seen a lot of disturbing events during his life, yet this one upset him in a way none other ever had.

He wanted nothing more than to help Harry, yet doing so would only blow the cover he had been working on all these years. Never mind the fact that Dumbledore would never forgive him, then again the greatest wizard would never forgive him after he finds out that he raped his most favourite student.

Snape felt his heart sink further as he remained detached from the other death eaters in the room.

No.

He had to do something.

Harry's body now lay slumped in the corner, Snape had been waiting for a moment such as this, though he knew it was a small window he had to work with.

He had to act now, while the death eaters had grown bored of Harry's presence, yet not bored enough to kill him. He knew if Harry stayed here, there was no way he would last the night.

Snape's eyes turned to Draco, who sat in the far corner of the room. It was obvious to Snape that while the boy's body was physically here, his mind was as far away as it could go.

The blonde was despondent to the events around him as a still filled glass of mead dangled from his fingers. Lucius stood next to Bellatrix, his eyes pooling with disappointment each time they fell upon his son.

Lucius truly was a despicable father.

It had to be now.

Snape rose from his seat, soon striding across the room as he ignored the eyes that fell upon him.

"Draco, I need you to find something for me, for I am too much under the Dark Lord's gaze." Snape stated, his words barely above a whisper as he crouched down next to the blonde.

"What?" Draco ground his teeth, trying to spit the word out, yet sounding only meek.

"Potter's invisibility cloak."

Draco's eyes turned to meet his professor's, a slight spark flashed across them before fading.

The blonde wizard opened his mouth to speak, yet no words left his mouth. He simply nodded, placing his drink on the floor before rising to his feet.

Snape paced slowly across the room until he got as close to Harry's still naked body without rousing suspicion.

His eyes darted to Draco as he slowly scoured the room, if he were to move any faster, he would only attract unwanted attention, attention that he could not afford if he hoped to save Harry's life.

While it's true that he had never liked Harry, he was the world's only chance to redeem itself from the Darkness.

A darkness he himself had inherited from his father.

Draco gritted his teeth as anger began to consume him. If it weren't for his father, would he really have become a death eater?

Draco was certain the answer was no as his gaze fell to the ground. He gasped as he noticed his boot had disappeared, his eyes widened as he prepared to panic.

Wait.

A smile tugged at the corner of Draco's lips as he realised he had stumbled across the very thing he had been searching for.

The blonde wizard crouched down behind a table before collecting the item within his fingers. He quickly rolled it up as small as this limited opportunity would allow.

He tucked it under his coat before rising to his feet and pacing slowly towards Snape.

"You found it?" The professor whispered when Draco was within earshot.

The blonde wizard simply nodded as he stood with his back to the majority of people in the room.

"Here." He whispered before retrieving the rolled up cloak from inside his coat.

"Thank you." Snape nodded before turning his attention to the only other teenager in the room.

"Potter, you need to leave now." Snape whispered as his eyes scanned his surroundings.

It seemed as though every single death eater in the building had drunken far too much mead.

Perfect.

He knew if Harry had a hope of escaping, now would be it.

"How am I supposed to get out of here without being seen?" Harry whimpered, feeling as though his body would refuse any commands he gave it.

"Your invisibility cloak." Snape whispered as he dropped the item next to Harry's aching wrists.

Harry forced himself to look up at his professor, his eyes betrayed that he was surprised by the man's kindness, or was it a trap?

No.

What would Snape have to gain from this?

He was risking his life by simply talking to the boy who lived.

He had to be helping him.

Harry quickly snatched the cloak before wrapping himself up in it.

He wasted no time demanding that his body carry him to the door he had entered from.

Harry laid on his bed, it seemed as though every single part of his body ached. It was far worse than when the dementors had attacked him during that quidditch game and he fell from his broomstick. His body felt as though it were screaming for relief from the inside out, yet no position he laid in made him feel any better.

He didn't know how he was going to survive the day if he had to actually get up and do something. Then again, surviving last night was something he had not anticipated and it was all thanks to Snape.

Why had the man been so kind to him? He was a death eater, therefore his loyalty lied with the Dark Lord didn't it?

The boy twisted his body slightly, as though doing so would ease pain in at least one area of his body.

Perhaps Dumbledore was wise to trust him after all.

Harry opened his eyes, not prepared in the slightest for the assault of sunlight before immediately shutting them once more.

How was he supposed to face Professor Snape today after the events of last night?

Not to mention Draco Malfoy?

His life couldn't get much worse at the moment.

Maybe it would have been better if he had just died last night.

"Harry." A familiar voice called his name, yet it wasn't one he was anticipating as he forced his eyes open again.

"Professor?" The young wizard stuttered as he forced his eyes open once more. He was surprised to find Snape standing before him, clutching a small bottle within his fingers.

"Drink this, it will make you feel better." Snape offered as he placed the potion bottle on the boy's bedside cabinet. He stood there a moment, as though there was something else he wanted to say yet no words left his lips as he turned on his heel before leaving the Gryffindor dormitory.

It seemed as though Harry were in the same predicament as his mouth fell open. There was so much he wanted to ask the man yet no words would leave his lips as he laid there speechless.

Harry forced his body to sit up before collecting the bottle within his fingers.

It was only then that he came face to face Ron's flabbergasted expression.

"What was that greasy git doing in here?" The redheaded wizard all but spat as he screwed up his face.

Harry drew the bottle to his lips, relieved that his friends didn't join him on last night's adventure.