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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, ghost_-_Freeform, Alternate_Timeline
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-02-01 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 3204
****** And death shall have no dominion ******
by snakeling
Summary
     Harry finds himself shunned by the other Slytherins, except one.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Harry wasn’t feeling particularly welcomed in the Slytherin common room, so he
had commandeered an abandoned classroom to do his homework in peace. He had
finished his Charms essay, and was currently struggling with his Potions one.
Professor Slughorn was kinda nice, but his subject was highly complicated and
Harry was rereading the same page for the fifth time, not understanding it any
better than the first.
He opened the Potions compendium he had checked out of the library — four weeks
ago, Madam Pince was going to have his head — and looked at the index in the
hope of finding inspiration.
He felt a draught against his left side and looked up; his locking spell must
have failed again. He nearly jumped when he saw a silvery figure floating by
his side.
“That’s because mulberry is a plant,” the ghost offered.
It was a boy, a little older than himself, maybe sixteen, Harry thought. He was
wearing the same Slytherin uniform as Harry. A curtain of hair hid his face as
he bent forward to read Harry’s textbook.
“What?” Harry said belatedly.
“You have to add the slugs before the mulberry, because mulberry is a plant.
Animal parts before plants, it’s a rule for the whole category of cleaning
potions.”
“Oh. That’s a useful rule to know, thanks.”
Harry carefully noted it in his notebook.
“Yes. As your textbook is a useless piece of shit, it doesn’t mention it,” the
ghost said, disgusted.
Harry giggled. “Do you have any better books to recommend?”
“Try Cawthair,Theory of Potion-Making. It’s very good. Though,” the ghost
turned to take a look at Harry, “you’re only a first year, right? It’s a bit
advanced.”
Harry nonetheless wrote the reference down.
“Thanks. By the way, I’m Harry.”
“Severus.” He looked suspiciously at Harry. “You look somewhat familiar.”
Harry shrugged. “I’m told I look a lot like my father. You might have known
him; his name was James Potter.”
Severus stared. “You’re James Potter’s son? Wait a minute, you’re a Potter and
a Slytherin? Now that’s just grand!”
He let out a laugh. Harry blinked in confusion.
“Did you know my father?”
“Yes, I did. And I didn’t like him, so no need to ask for stories,” Severus
added as Harry opened his mouth.
Harry nodded, a little glumly. A new thought had him brighten again.
“What about my mother?”
“Lily Evans, yes? I heard she had married him. Can’t imagine why.”
Harry ignored the disgusted comment and asked again, “Did you know her?”
“She was good at Potions,” Severus said grudgingly.
“Which I’m not.”
Severus shrugged. “Honestly, with a teacher like Slughorn. . .”
“Were you?”
“What?”
“Good at Potions?” Harry explained.
Severus looked at Harry for a second, then he nodded. “Yes. Now, what else are
you having difficulties with?”
***** Chapter 2 *****
“Oh my God, this man’s a joke.”
“Hmm?” Severus’s eyes were bleary and half-lidded. He yawned. “What were you
saying?”
“Lockhart. Guess what? He’s persuaded Slughorn to teach us love potions for
Valentine’s Day.”
That got Severus’s attention fast. “What? But most of them are illegal!”
“Oh, only the legal potions, of course. The weak ones, the short-term
ones. . .” Harry made a derisive gesture with his hand.
“And Dumbledore’s going to allow it? This is crazy.”
===============================================================================
Keeping his eyes cautiously closed, Harry fumbled for the classroom door’s
handle. Closing the door behind him, he let out a cry of triumph; he had made
it without problems.
“Harry?”
Still keeping his eyes closed, Harry warned, “We did Titania’s Bane today, so
I’m warning you right now that I will moon over you for the next few hours.”
“Over me? But I’m dead!”
“Better you than Malfoy.”
Harry opened his eyes. Before him was the most exquisite creature he had ever
seen. His hair was a shiny silver colour, his nose Roman and noble, his lips
thin and red as cherries. Though he was wearing student robes, they were
hanging almost regally from his frame.
“Oh Severus, my love. What should I do to gain your favour? Tell me, dear
heart!”
Severus’s face took a strange expression and he stifled a giggle.
“Oh, Harry, you look completely enraptured. It’s too funny.”
“I am! Enraptured with your face, so fair; with your wit, so sharp; with your
voice, oh, your voice. Dark chocolate is not so sweet and velvety as your voice
and surely God’s angels’ music is not so heavenly as the music of your voice.”
Severus turned away and had a violent fit of coughing. Harry stepped forward,
anxious.
“Are you ill, dear love? Tell me whether there’s aught I could do!”
Severus let out short breaths and swallowed.
“No, thank you, Harry. It’s nothing. So you, er, like my voice?”
===============================================================================
Slumped on the desk, Harry hid his face in his crossed arms. Severus floated
around, in full laughing fit. Every time he started to calm down, a look at
Harry would set him off again.
“You have to admit it was funny.”
A groan answered him.
“C’mon, Harry!”
“Shut up, Sev. I’ve never been so humiliated of all my life.”
“It could have been worse. Could have been Malfoy.”
Harry sat up abruptly, and threw a horrified glance at Severus, who of course
roared with laughter once again. Harry shuddered violently.
“Thank God for small favours.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
“O as usual, Mr Potter. You’ve decidedly inherited your mother’s skills in
Potions.”
“Thank you, sir,” Harry said as he accepted his copy.
Professor Slughorn launched into a boring lecture about sleeping draughts,
nothing Harry hadn’t heard before from Severus. When the bell rung, Harry
nearly flew out of the classroom. The week was finally over.
Harry dropped his schoolbag when he arrived in his classroom, then locked the
door with a powerful spell Severus had taught him.
“God! Is it me, or is Slughorn getting more boring every year?”
Severus snorted inelegantly.
“He’s an idiot. How were your holidays?”
Harry grinned. “I blew up Aunt Marge with that spell you showed me.”
Severus chuckled. “Oh, excellent. But what about the Ministry?”
“That’s the best part, you’ll never believe me. I’d had enough, so I packed and
left that night on the Knight Bus. Went to the Leaky Cauldron and took a room
there. The Minister himself visited me, Sev! I was rather quaking in my shoes,
but turned out that he didn’t even care about the underage magic. He’d been
afraid that I had been kidnapped by that criminal who escaped out of Azkaban.
Severus, are you all right?”
“He’s the one who killed me.” Severus’s voice was tight.
“Who? Fudge?”
Severus shook his head. “No, Black.”
Harry frowned and looked at Severus seriously. “You never told me how you
died.”
“Black. He was in my year, a Gryffindor.” Harry snorted at that. “He had a
friend, a Gryffindor too, who was a werewolf who used to spend the full moon at
the Shrieking Shack. There’s a secret passage to reach it from the castle.”
“And?”
“Black told me to go to the Shrieking Shack. On a full moon.”
Harry felt a little nauseous. “Oh fuck. That mustn’t have been an easy death.”
Severus turned away. “Yeah.”
“What happened to the werewolf?”
“He hanged himself four days later. He hadn’t been in on the. . . joke and he
couldn’t bear the thought that he’d killed.”
“Fuck. That Black is a nasty piece of work. Using one of his friends like
that. . .”
“Yeah. Anyway, he wasn’t convicted of my death, because by the time I came back
to the afterlife and was able to bear witness, his parents had taken him away
and sent him off to Durmstrang.”
“The German school? So how did he end up in Azkaban?”
“He was sent there after Voldemort’s fall. He was a Death Eater, one of his
henchmen.”
“Nasty.” Harry remained silent for a moment, then exclaimed, “Oh, thanks for
the tutorial you sent me over the summer. I aced Slughorn’s test!”
Severus shrugged. “It’s nothing. I was bored shirtless this summer; it passed
the time.”
“You sure there’s nothing I can do for you?”
Severus hesitated. “Well. . . No, of course not.”
“Sev. I won’t mock you or anything.”
“Well, yes, all right, there’s one thing. I’m not sure how to ask. Er. Well,
er, could you masturbate for me?”
“Huh?”
“Well, it’s not as much interaction as I’d like, but you being alive, and
me. . . not, our options are limited.”
“But you’re a ghost! Aren’t ghosts supposed to be free of those sorts of
urges?”
“Harry,” Severus said patiently, “I was killed when I was sixteen. I’ve been
horny for the last eighteen years.”
“Seen from that angle. . . What d’you want me to do? Wank while you watch? I
warn you, there’s not much to see.”
To Harry’s despair, puberty was long in coming. Sparse hair decorated his
groin, and his balls had grown slightly, but he still had a little boy’s dick.
He disrobed quickly, throwing his robes haphazardly on the floor.
“I see what you mean. . .”
“Hey!”
“Still, it’s better than nothing,” Severus said as he floated closer.
Harry took himself in hand and began to pull and squeeze. Soon, his small cock
had stiffened until the head was peeking out of the foreskin. He slipped his
other hand over his balls, kneading them, rolling them in their sac.
Soon he felt the familiar sensation build up and the hand on his cock moved
quicker and quicker. He cried out as a few drops of liquid ran over his
fingers.
He was still breathing heavily when he sat back. The first thing he noticed was
that Severus’s breathing matched his own; the second was the bulge in the
normally perfect line of Severus’s student robes. Harry nodded toward it.
“Let me see you deal with that.”
Severus grinned. In a second, all his clothes had disappeared and he was naked.
His cock was bigger than Harry’s, more mature, though not quite adult.
The silvery head was shiny and Harry watched in fascination as Severus licked
two of his fingers and brought them to his rear. Severus spread his legs and
shifted slightly in the air, and Harry got a perfect view of Severus’s fingers
slowly pushing in and out of his arse.
It didn’t take long for the older boy to come, shooting silver-transparent
strands onto his own chest and scooping them up to lick them afterwards. Harry
was feeling hot by the time Severus’s clothes found their rightful place again.
“Wow,” he said feebly.
“That was good,” Severus agreed. “Next time, we’ll do it together, at the same
time, okay?”
There was going to be a next time? As far as Harry was concerned, that was the
best news he’d had since he had learned he was a wizard.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Severus’s silver form appeared through the door.
“I got talking with Myrtle yesterday.”
“Hmm?” Harry asked half-heartedly. He didn’t look up from his golden egg,
hoping against hope that it would yield its clue.
“Listen, Potter! It’s important.”
“Sorry, Sev. What did you talk about? I thought you couldn’t bear her?”
“Apparently, Cedric decoded the clue over the holidays, and as she saw him, she
knows what to do.”
“She told you!”
“Yes! The screech, it’s Mermish. So you have to listen to it underwater.”
Harry nodded. “Won’t be easy in the Slytherin showers.” He sighed. “Well, I’ll
find a way.”
Severus grinned smugly. “I know the password to the Prefects’ Bathroom.”
“Good call, Sev! I’ll go there tonight. Now that’s settled, I have something
for you.”
Harry climbed on the desk and sat on it, his legs crossed. He closed his eyes
and slowed his breathing.
“What?”
“Hello, Sev.”
Severus turned so fast he nearly stumbled. Harry was floating near him, silvery
white as a ghost. Severus’s eyes went from him to the unmoving figure on the
desk and back again. A slow grin spread on his face.
“Wicked! What is it?”
“Astral projection. Sends me to the same plane as ghosts. Do you know what that
means?”
Severus reached out a finger and poked at Harry’s shoulder. His finger didn’t
pass through Harry.
“I can touch you!”
“We can fuck.”
The boys shared a grin and went at each other’s clothes, sending buttons flying
and fabric tearing until they were both naked. Harry had filled out a bit.
Though it still hadn’t reached its definite size, his cock was no longer tiny.
In fact, it was filling and rising steadily.
“Who first?” Severus whispered.
Harry turned until he was floating on all fours. Over his shoulder, he said,
“I’m not sure how much lubrication we need.”
“We’re spirits, Harry. We don’t need any.”
Severus carefully circled his index finger around Harry’s anus, passing over
and over the hole until Harry shouted at him to fuck him, already! Without
warning, Severus jammed two of his fingers inside, pulling howls of pleasure
from Harry.
Severus took his fingers out and Harry growled in displeasure. Laughing,
Severus positioned himself and breached Harry slowly. Too slowly, in fact, for
Harry’s tastes, but finally, he was all the way in, his balls brushing
teasingly against Harry’s arse.
Severus pulled out, until only the head of his cock remained inside, then he
thrust in violently. Harry gasped; he didn’t know what Severus had done,
but. . .
“Do that again!”
Severus chuckled breathlessly.
“Not sure I’ll be able to go on for very long. . .”
Severus was right about that, unfortunately. It was the first time for both of
them, and ghosts weren’t more enduring than living humans. Harry came, spilling
himself in the air, and the movements of his arse milked Severus’s orgasm.
Harry tiredly crawled into Severus’s arms and pecked him on the lips.
“Happy birthday, Sev.”
***** Chapter 5 *****
“Do you think my dream has something to do with the prophecy you told me
about?”
Severus frowned. “Why would you think it has?”
“I don’t know. A hunch.”
“You can’t ask Dumbledore about it, anyway. It’s not as if you’re supposed to
know the prophecy.”
Harry nodded. “The bastard wouldn’t even look me in the eyes, the last time I
saw him. And let’s not talk about Umbridge. . . Moody!”
“What?”
“I could write Moody. I think he would help me.”
Severus thought about that. Slowly, he nodded. “It’s worth trying.”
===============================================================================
“So, what did Moody say? I can’t believe he included a ghost-repelling spell in
his wards!”
Harry giggled. “The man’s paranoid, Sev, what did you expect?” Sobering, he
added, “The room I see in my dream, guess what? It’s the part of the Department
of Mysteries where prophecies are stored. Moody reckons that Voldemort is
sending me visions to try and lure me there.”
“So what are you doing?”
Harry pointed at the pile of books on the desk. “He gave me a list of books
about Occlumency. It’s the art of closing one’s mind against. . . snoopers. I’m
to read them all, practice, and he’ll be back in two weeks to test me on them.”
Severus nodded. “Wise.”
“We’re also going to make a trip to the Department of Mysteries. See, Voldemort
doesn’t know the whole prophecy, only the first half. Moody doesn’t know it
either, and he didn’t manage to convince Dumbledore to tell me, but as I know a
certain ghost with a wandering ear. . .” Harry snickered. “Anyway, only the
people the prophecies are about can take them from their shelves at the
Ministry, so Voldemort wants me to take it and bring it back to him.”
Severus snorted. “Wouldn’t it be easier if he went there himself?”
“Honestly, I’ve stopped looking for rational explanations where Voldemort is
concerned. The man’s insane.”
“And a piss-poor strategist, to boot. All right, so what book do we begin
with?”
***** Chapter 6 *****
“Show me the list of Horcruxes.”
Harry set in on the table between them.
“Riddle’s diary, check. Slytherin’s locket, well, we know where it is, at
least. Marvolo’s ring?”
Both boys snickered, thinking of Dumbledore’s wizened hand.
“Taken care off,” Harry said, ticking it with a flourish. “Hufflepuff’s cup?”
“Whereabouts unknown.”
“It’s going to be a bitch to find.”
Severus nodded. “Gryffindor’s item?”
“We know of two possible candidates, maybe more. Shut up, Sev,” Harry said as
Severus sniggered.
“How did you manage to pull Gryffindor’s sword from the hat?”
“Dumbledore told me I had many qualities Godric Gryffindor valued in people,”
Harry whispered, vaguely ashamed.
“Not true. You’ve got a brain, for starters.”
Harry threw a crumpled sheet of parchment at Severus, who yelped when the ball
passed through him.
“Okay. The sword or the hat. We’ll have to check those,” Harry said.
“You realise they’re both in Dumbledore’s office? And that it might be
something else entirely?”
“One step at a time, Severus. I won’t climb that mountain until I have to. So,
only one left, if Dumbledore’s hypotheses are correct. Ravenclaw’s item,
whatever it is.”
Severus suddenly looked embarrassed.
“Sev? What is it? Sev! What’s the problem?”
Severus floated down until he was sitting on the same bench as Harry. He looked
at his hands, knotted on his lap.
“There was a small eagle statuette found near your cot, when your parents
were. . .”
Harry frowned. “He wanted to use my death to make a Horcrux? Well, I didn’t
know, but it’s not completely unexpected.”
“You don’t understand, Harry. The statuette is not a Horcrux.”
“But once the spell is cast, it can’t be repelled. If it’s not the statuette,
then what. . . is. . . it. . .? Oh.”
“Now you get it.” Severus’s voice was unexpectedly tight.
“‘Power the Dark Lord knows not.’” Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his
face. “I suppose he’s not aware of it.”
“I suppose not. Harry. . .”
Harry’s eyes were damp and he rubbed them furiously.
“Don’t. . . Maybe. . . maybe I can come back as a ghost. . .”
Harry slipped into the trance-like state. Severus launched on his projection as
soon as it appeared and hugged him tight. Harry buried his head in the crook of
Severus’s neck, relishing the familiar feeling of Severus’s hair tickling his
face, his long, fine hand rubbing his back, his voice whispering nonsense in
his ear.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Disdain was written all over the ghost’s face as he surveyed the joyous revels
in the Great Hall below. The Headmaster stood up, and after a few minutes,
silence came down on the students.
Dumbledore raised his cup.
“Voldemort is dead. And for good this time!”
A roar followed his announcement. Dumbledore basked in the feeling for a
minute, then motioned the crowd to calm down.
“But it wouldn’t do to forget the victims of the war against Voldemort,
beginning with the young man who gave up his life so that we would be free. So,
let’s have a minute of silence for Harry Potter.”
Heads bowed and faces took an air of reverence. The ghost snorted. Two arms
wrapped around him from behind and a chin went to rest over his shoulder.
Silvery eyes met silvery eyes, and they smiled at each other.
“Rather disgusting display of self-indulgence, don’t you think?” Severus said,
jutting his chin at Dumbledore.
Harry leaned against the body behind him and sighed in contentment.
“Yeah. Let’s get out. Our classroom will be empty, or there must be an
abandoned bedroom we can use.”
Severus smiled rakishly. “I know just the spot. . .”
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