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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Salazar_Slytherin
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Salazar_Slytherin
  Additional Tags:
      Portrait
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      Published: 2013-11-01 Updated: 2017-01-26 Chapters: 5/? Words: 14210
****** Portrait ******
by Meany
Summary
     Every victory has its price. What will the portrait of Salazar want
     for his help? PostHogwarts. WIP. Written in answer to the challenge
     from HarrySalazar lj community. Slash. Explicit sexual content.
     Mpreg.
Notes
     A romance story. Plot is somewhere behind the curtains, but it is
     there.
***** Chapter 1 *****
****** Chapter I ******
It was the greatest day. One where everybody was ridiculously happy, roaring
drunk and crying out things like “You-Know-Who is gone! Let us drink for Harry
Potter!” “Cheer, cheers!!! For our Saviour!!!”
To be truthful, this warm and sunny day of June very much resembled in its
joyous atmosphere the Halloween night sixteen years ago when the Dark Lord had
been temporarily banished by a small baby-boy.
The final battle was, of course, glorious. Of course, it happened on the
Hogwarts grounds, and, of course, it happened, at the end of the seventh year,
very near to Harry Potter’s graduation.
The showdown itself was surprisingly short. As soon as Voldemort took his most
imposing and evil-looking stance and opened his mouth to exchange the necessary
scathing lines with his opponent, the Hero muttered something under his breath
and waved his wand in a large vertical arch.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the body of the most dangerous Dark Lord
of all times and seasons crumbled to dust. Everybody was understandably
shocked, and some swift-thinking DEs took this chance to escape justice.
Thankfully, though, the majority was just as stupefied as the Light Side and
was easily apprehended by the arriving Aurors.
Everybody celebrated. Everybody was happy. Everybody but the one and only hero
of the day. The teen looked pensive.
He accepted all the congratulations with surprising grace and disappeared into
the shadows a short while after the beginning of the hastily organized banquet.
The Destroyer of Voldemort now stood dejectedly deep under the foundations of
the Hogwarts castle in a small and cozy chamber, facing the portrait of a
middle-aged man.  Harry still wore his battle robes that were singed and dirty
due to all the fights he had to endure before he finally faced Voldemort.
“I see you’ve finally done it…” The man in the portrait casually remarked, his
pale lips smirking and dark-blue eyes glinting dangerously.
“Yes,” was the only thing that Harry uttered.
“Are you truly ready, Harry?” the soft seductive hissing caused Harry’s hair to
stand on end. He involuntarily shivered.
 “I’ve come to fulfill my part of the agreement. You have yet to stipulate what
exactly you are expecting of me.”
Harry was indeed ready. After all, it was Salazar who helped him defeat
Voldemort. Though being the original Slytherin and all that, he didn’t do it
selflessly. The sneaky portrait asked the young wizard to swear an oath to do a
favor for the deceased founder. Harry naturally made stipulations, such as not
harming his friends and innocents, but, nevertheless, agreed.
“I am curious… What is it that you require of me?” Harry repeated his question.
“Do you want me to become the next Dark Lord? Do you want me to grant the
Slytherin students the authority in the school? Breed a new Basilisk? Perhaps,
move the Slytherin dormitories into some less damp location?..”
Salazar studied him with the same smirk adorning his aristocratic features.
“All tempting, but no… What I want…What I want, for now, is for you to come
visit me inside this portrait. Then we’ll discuss it further.”
“And just how do I do that?” Harry looked skeptical.
“It’s quite simple, really. Just reach for my hand…”
Hesitantly, Harry touched the canvas and the next moment he was pulled inside.
He stumbled in surprise and would have fallen, if not for the strong hands that
supported him.
The green-eyed boy was shocked to feel another being’s body warmth and breath
ghosting over his ear. He looked up and drowned in the familiar smoldering eyes
of the founder. The man felt so very real at the moment. The teen realized that
Salazar was taller than him by at least half a foot and much more muscular. He
suddenly felt himself lacking. How a portrait could have such predatory and
wild air around him, Harry would never know.
Silently, he disentangled himself from the accidental embrace and looked
around. He was in a large room that combined in itself bedroom, parlor and
office. And it had a door, leading… somewhere. He had only seen a small part of
the room from the outside. How curious. He turned around and saw the chamber he
came from in the wall-length painting.
“Take a seat, Harry,” Salazar gestured to an inviting-looking armchair near the
lit fireplace.
The young wizard did just that. He was nervous. He was wary. He never expected
to come into such close proximity to Salazar. Harry knew very well how
dangerous the man was. Would he be killed now? What should he expect?..
And the bastard seemed to enjoy his fidgeting. The dark-brown-haired man sat in
the twin armchair and simply stared at the boy.
The silence stretched and stretched until it became unbearable.
“I am waiting… What do you want out of this deal?”
“Harry, Harry, has anybody never told you before that patience is a virtue?..
Why do you begrudge me some company? Let me enjoy it, while I can. It has being
so many lonely centuries…”
“Talk!”demanded Harry, his eyes flashing.
“Oh, well. The youth today… No respect for elders…”
“Are you quite done with the clowning yet?” asked the green-eyed teen harshly.
Salazar’s face suddenly became blank and threatening.
“Very well, if you want it this way. Now, I presume, that you realize Tom was
my last living descendant running around and that with his death the Slytherin
line has died out?”
Harry kept silence.
“You do. What I want from you, Harry, is… an heir.”
Harry started and mulled the revelation over in his head.
“You want me to become your heir?”
“Hm-m. You are worthy, yes. But no. While it is still a viable option, can you
imagine an offspring who’ll combine the best parts of you and me? We’re both
very powerful wizards and our children would be even more so…”
Harry didn’t like the predatory look in the older man’s eyes. In fact, he
didn’t like this conversation at all.
“But you’re… well, dead! And we’re both males! Are you insane?!”
“You know, Harry, there is such thing as magic. It makes many things possible.
Besides, the dimension inside this portrait has its own rules – my will. What I
want to happen – will happen. So you should be prepared to spend the next nine
or ten months here, with me. You’ll give birth here, and then you would be free
to leave. Of course, you’ll also have to raise the child when outside, but I
don’t think you’ll be against this part of the bargain.”
Harry was grossed out and not a little terrified.
“Well, I guess I had to go and warn my friends that I will be away for a
while…” Harry muttered feeling numb and standing up on the autopilot. He headed
blindly towards the exit out of this hell. Before he could escape, he was
caught, his back pressed up against the taller man.
Salazar leaned down ghosting his lips over the green-eyed boy’s neck and
hissing amusedly.
“Now, Harry, normally I would trust the person to come back, not wanting to
lose their magic. But with you being raised a Muggle, I can imagine you taking
that risk… So, I’m afraid your friends will have to agonize about your
unexpected departure… Can’t be helped.”
“I would never…” Harry’s breath sped up. He tried to break away, but Salazar
held him firmly. The other man’s hands ran up and down his torso and then to
his head, messing up his hair… A panic was encroaching upon him, his vision
swam and bells rang in his ears from shock… And suddenly he was free.
“You are quite dirty, Harry,” said the founder good-naturedly. “Perhaps, you
would like to take a bath?”
“I… Yes. Yes, bath sounds nice,” Harry agreed in a daze, happy at the
opportunity to be alone and gather his thoughts.
“I’ll show you the way then. Follow me…”
Salazar headed towards the mysterious door. They came through and… How the hell
was this possible? He was standing in the hallway of a pretty large-looking
mansion. The setting sun shined through the tall stained-glass windows, casting
colorful shades on the silver-and-green interior.
“How…”
“Magic.”
Harry glowered at the wall in front of him. Why did he agree to this? Oh yes,
Voldemort. If the ugly arse were still alive, he would have killed in a
decidedly more painful manner.
===============================================================================
The bathroom was all about size and splendor… But it was good. He felt cleaner
and more refreshed and his thoughts were more focused.
He still wanted to cling to the hope that he would, perhaps, drink some kind of
arcane potion and magically (heh) get pregnant, but upon seeing the clothes
that were left for him to wear… He had no choice but to discard this naive
thinking. Harry had to think realistic. The man spent quite some time in the
portrait without indulging himself in carnal activities. At least not with a
partner.
Harry sighed and bravely put on the indecent see-through pajamas. His hands
were shaking. He hated it.
The wizard decided to be vindictive and put on the clothes on his still wet
body. The already slutty material now looked even more whorish. He didn’t care.
If he had to go through this shit then he at least wanted the pervert founder
to lose some of his aloof and cool exterior.
Salazar was waiting for him in the parlor.
Harry walked confidently through the door, mussing up his wet hair and asked
trying to look uncaring:
“Where do I sleep?”
Salazar looked up from a book he was reading and his eyes seemed to scorch his
skin. Harry wouldn’t be surprised to see the mist coming from his wet self.
“Where do you sleep?..” the older man repeated the question, standing up from a
couch. “Where do you sleep, huh? Harry, I know you are not that oblivious.
Tonight you won’t sleep…”
Harry suddenly felt faint. Was he really ready for this? He looked at the
approaching figure and gulped. No. No, he was definitely not ready. ‘Goodbye,
my virginity. Sorry, Ginny… Guess, our dreams of hot post-graduation sex
weren’t meant to be…’
His inner ramblings were interrupted by a hand lifting up his chin. His eyes
that he closed in panic flew open. And he was burning… He was devoured by the
fire in Salazar’s eyes.
Then he felt the other man’s lips on his own. Pressing, moving, licking… The
foreign tongue invaded his mouth, teased the roof of his mouth, inviting
Harry’s own tongue to join in the dance.
What else could he have done in this situation? He was the same hormonal
teenager as the rest of them. Of course, he had responded.
Harry’s hands out of their own will buried in Salazar’s shoulder-length hair.
It was soft and silky to touch. It wasn’t enough. He yanked the dark-brown
strands, forcing the taller male to stumble and their bodies to touch.
Salazar yelped in surprise and broke the kiss. But didn’t move away.
“My, my, you’re not behaving like a passive and confused little virgin, Harry.
Why is it so?”
Was there a hint of jealousy in the blackened eyes of the ancient wizard? No,
couldn’t be. He was hearing things.
“I think, Salazar, you confuse me with some blushing sheltered maiden. I am not
one.”
“Hm-m. You always looked the part.”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” said Harry but there was no regret in his voice. He
was feeling quite smug that he ruined the older man’s fantasies. But seeing the
thunderous expression he backtracked. Just in case. “I am still a virgin,
though. So don’t go sticking things in places unprepared.”
Salazar’s mood suddenly lightened. He would never understand the man…
“Is that so?” the founder drawled. “I can do nothing but to comply then. I’ll
just have to make you very-very prepared. I promise that you’ll be moaning and
begging for more till this day is over.”
“We’ll see,” the green-eyed wizard growled petulantly.
“Harry… You really shouldn’t have challenged me like that,” Salazar’s happy
smile was ominous.
Uh-oh. Maybe, he really shouldn’t have…
Salazar lifted his body in the air and threw over the shoulder. And did it like
it was nothing… Harry knew he was not that light. He was impressed, even if he
would never admit it.
Harry stayed still while the man adjusted his weight and went out into the
hall.
“What are you doing?” the teen’s voice was deceptively calm.
“Changing the scenery. Or do you want your first time to be on the cold stone
floor?”
“I don’t care.”
“Hm-m. I’ll ignore that for now. You are just being difficult.”
“Am not!” In Harry’s opinion, he was being shamefully easy. Even though there
was no point in putting up a fight, he, probably, would have been better off
pretending to be a skittish little thing. But his pride wouldn’t allow him to
behave in such an undignified manner. Not that this was much better. “And I can
walk! You don’t have to carry me!”
“Now, Harry…” Salazar’s hand caressed his buttocks teasingly. “Don’t argue with
me. Besides we’re here already.”
The teen was put back on his feet. He resisted the urge to pout and looked
around. Well wasn’t that a shocker… They were in a bedroom. The large king-
sized monstrosity with silk emerald-green sheets and silver pillows was the
first thing that caught Harry’s attention. His eyes widened.
“Erm-m…”
“Undress me.”
The wizard turned to the old man… No, he didn’t want to contemplate the age
difference. Neither did he want to consider the fact he was going to sleep with
a portrait. Why everything in his life had to be so… horrifyingly freaky?..
Fate?… Bitch!
“No ‘please’?” Harry muttered.
Salazar just stood regally and stared him down. Now that wouldn’t do it… Harry
crossed his arms and refused to back down. Instead he glared at the founder
heatedly.
“How is this going to work again? Why do I have to sleep with you to give you
an heir?”
The older man looked at him incredulously.
“Hm-m. So you want it to be spelled out, don’t you? Very well. First, I’ll
impregnate you in the most joyous way. Then you’ll develop a womb inside your
body and when the fetus grows, you will get a vagina to deliver the baby. After
the birth all the unnatural parts will disappear.”
“That… that certainly clears things up,” all the traces of sexual excitement
had vanished, and Harry felt sick. From the concerned expression on Salazar’s
face, he suspected he must have turned green. “Will the… the pregnancy have the
same symptoms as it does regularly?”
“Hm-m. I am not completely sure, but I suspect it would be pretty much the
same.”
“I can’t do it!” Harry knew he started getting hysterical but couldn’t stop.
Fuck his magic, he wasn’t going to go through this. He was going to defend his
virtue.
Salazar silently stepped into his comfort zone. Harry backed away. “Don’t you
dare! Why don’t you get pregnant?!”
He was caught. Behind him was the horrifying bed. There was no way to escape.
Harry closed his eyes, his body trembling. Why did it have to be like this? He…
He was being gently embraced, smothered with warmth and sympathy.
“Sh-sh… We don’t have to do this straight away, Harry. I am sorry if I
frightened you. I just never expected you to be so receptive. I see now that it
was all bravado…”
Harry relaxed slowly. The scent of parchment and summer woods, that was
Salazar, was calming him down.
“No, it wasn’t just bravado,” Harry broke away from the man and looked up to
meet dark eyes. “But… the being pregnant stuff is finally getting to me.”
The boy looked at Salazar and studied his features carefully. The founder was
actually very attractive, he wouldn’t go as far as to call him effeminate – no,
not at all, but the face features were all straight and sharp lines, very
classical. The model world would happily welcome such a face and body into the
fold. But it was so much more than the cold beauty of the Muggle-world high
class. No, Salazar looked so much more alive, reachable, warm, touchable…
Harry didn’t fight himself as his hand moved on its own accord to trace the
older man’s smooth jaw, straight nose, pale pink lips, arched black eyebrows…
The man stood still and let him explore. The ancient wizard was dressed in a
white cotton poet-shirt and black slacks. Harry decided to take up Salazar on
the offer and started unbuttoning the top piece. Slowly, unhurriedly. The air
in the room grew heavier, his own breathing became labored. He tugged the shirt
away from Salazar’s shoulders revealing unblemished white skin of the
sculptured lightly-haired chest. Who knew… The man was a god amongst men. Harry
already considered Salazar perfect and yet more was to be revealed. Harry now
understood why Salazar requested that he undressed him. It gave him the
opportunity to study and to have some measure of control. He was very grateful.
The young wizard’s hands kept wandering and stopped for a second at the
waistline. Then he lowered himself to his knees and with shaking fingers undid
the belt, pulling the trousers down. My, my, so the founder was going commando…
This was a mouth-watering view. Salazar’s hard member stood proudly erected,
long and thick. Leaking pearly precome. And it was cut. Harry didn’t know
whether this fact made him happy or sad. He never really thought about cocks
and cock preferences before. But now he longed to touch it, to lick it, to
swallow it whole. Harry almost came at the sight, his own length started
straining the translucent white fabric some time ago.
He was going to get to have sex with this gorgeous specimen in order to fulfill
his own debt. Merlin, he was ready to payfor this. Though, there was the icky
part about getting pregnant. Shoot…
This unwelcome reminder broke through the haze of desire and prevented Harry
from jumping Salazar’s bones and rutting against him in the most primal way.
Yes, he was that far gone. Somewhere in the backyard of his mind, the
conclusion was drawn, that yes, he was most definitely gay, at the very least
bi, and yes, he was a virgin, but a nymphomaniac virgin. But he didn’t want to
analyze these truths of the universe at the moment.
Harry stood up and met the eyes of the founder. The hungry look in the dark-
blue eyes of Slytherin made his breath hitch.
“You… you’re undressed now.”
“Sssstrip.”
His whole frame shuddered. Fuck it, but he was perverted. Why else would his
body go through such pleasurable convulsions just at the sound of a sharp and
precise command. And in Parsletongue too. Nevertheless, he gladly followed this
request.
He didn’t draw out the action and simply took off the pajamas. Military style.
And waited for the events to unfold. All his limbs were tingling from
anticipation, and some even twitching. If he had to stay still for a few more
moments he was going to pass out from the pent-up sexual frustration. Still… He
waited for the other man to act.
===============================================================================
Salazar devoured the marvelous sight before him. He had known this would happen
eventually, that all his sufferings of false immortality would be rewarded. He
had clung to the thought, but with the years and centuries passing by, he had
begun to lose hope. Even now he was afraid that he would suddenly wake up and
Harry would vanish from his world like a phantom being.
The founder never expected the teen to be so beautiful… He traced the fine
outline of the lightly-muscled body in front of him with heated eyes. It still
had to reach its peak but the limbs had already lost adolescent awkwardness and
gained the allure of the young flower which petals just started opening up.
Fresh and untainted yet calling and irresistible.
The emerald-green eyes were rare and almost seemed unreal. Harry fixed his
eyesight during his sixth year, but chose to wear the ugly glasses for
decorative purposes. Salazar was grateful for that fact actually. It added to
the teen’s carefully constructed dorky image and significantly cut down on the
admirers.
The combination of the brilliant eyes with the gloriously black perpetually
disheveled hair was even more stunning. The unblemished skin was tanned golden
from the summer sun. Harry looked dazzling really, like some creature from a
fairy-tale that would disappear into mist if the onlooker made any wrong move.
And all this beauty belonged to him…
The man stepped closer to the boy and was gratified with the widening of the
almond-shaped eyes and a hitched breath. Salazar was joyful that the young
wizard’s body was so responsive to his presence.
He slowly wound his arms around the nude torso of his prey, squeezed the
perfectly shaped arse cheeks and brought their bodies closer, their erections
almost touching. He continued to massage Harry’s buttocks but was interrupted
from his careful seduction technique by a growl.
“You’re such a cruel-cruel man, Salazar…”
And suddenly he was on his back on the carpeted floor, with a tongue stuck down
his throat, his hips straddled and his cock pressing up against the body
holding him down. The founder couldn’t help it - he moaned. Again, he was glad
for the teen’s initiative – the image of Harry riding his dick in abandon
flashed through his depraved mind – but for now this sudden aggressiveness had
to be suppressed.
Salazar flipped them over and kissed the raven-haired beauty deeply receiving
an equally passionate response. He stood up lifting the lighter body with him
and breaking the kiss threw Harry on the bed.
===============================================================================
Out of breath, the teen sat up on the springy mattress, supporting himself on
the elbows, and looked at the founder intently. He even raised an eyebrow in a
silent question “now what?”. Salazar’s answering smile was positively evil.
Harry was already past gulping and just stared expectantly at the man, his eyes
hooded with eyelashes.
The glorious body covered his own and Salazar sucked on his neck somehow
latching immediately on the spot that made Harry moan and his arms reach out
clutching the strong torso closer.
“Fuck… Enough… enough with prelude. Can’t we get on with it?” Harry whined out.
His heart beat rapidly and he wanted more. To be closer, to melt into Salazar.
He lifted his hips trying to rub his leaking cock against the man’s thigh.
The bastard ignored his plea and continued to hold him down. Abandoning the
tender neck, he sucked on his nipple instead.
The torture continued in this manner for another ten minutes. Harry moaned and
writhed in pleasure, all his feeble attempts to take the initiative and finish
it were ruthlessly deflected.
“Dammit… Salaza-ar… Could you, PLEASE, fuck me already?” The sound of a deep
rumbling chuckle seemed to reverberate through his stressed body.
“Ah, and all you had to do was to ask nicely. How can I disagree?” Salazar
stopped the ministrations for a moment and stretched his hand to the nightstand
for a strategically placed bottle.
Harry sighed in relief, thankful and at the same time disappointed for this
moment of freedom. He giddily reached his hand to his hurting erection that
seemed to beg its owner to come already…
Only for his hand to be slapped.
“Ouch!”
“Oh no, you don’t. You are going to come from my touch alone, Harry…”
Salazar moved back to his position above Harry and made a show of coating his
dick with the lube. Harry was watching the sight in rapture. Then the man
poured the generous amount of the slick liquid on his right hand’s fingers. The
drops of lube fell down on the silk sheets, marring the fabric.
“Spread you legs,” Salazar’s voice was low and husky. Harry obeyed immediately.
He was so crazed with lust that he would either come or pass out very soon.
The man placed the oiled hand on the inner side of the teen’s thigh and moved
it straight behind the balls, bypassing the erection altogether. The forefinger
circled his anus teasingly and then pushed inside.
Harry tried to relax. The feeling was odd but not unwelcome either. It
heightened the pleasure even more. Soon the finger was joined by the other one,
and Harry winced at the sudden twinge of hurt, but the pain was so mild that it
could be very well overlooked. The teen closed his eyes and concentrated on the
sensations. Salazar scissored the fingers. Stretched him and coated his
insides. The sensation was so intimate that it made Harry feel utterly
vulnerable and exposed.
The digits suddenly grazed over a spot that caused a spike of sharp pleasure
race through his body. He cried out and saw stars but still didn’t come. Harry
suspected that some evil magic was at play here. He wouldn’t put it past this
Slytherin.
“Enough! I am ready!”
The man just smirked at him but thankfully complied. He aligned the tip of his
long cock to Harry’s entrance and carefully pressed it inside.
Harry couldn’t take the agonizingly slow pace any longer. He didn’t care if he
hurt himself in the process. He relaxed his inner muscles as well as he could
and pushed himself onto the member in one smooth jerk of his hips.
“Oh…” Harry groaned out. It hurt, it actually hurt, but the pain was
inseparable from pleasure. He felt filled and full. He choked on the air and
arched his back, trying at the same time to regain his breath.
“Silly child… You shouldn’t be in a hurry…” Salazar whispered in his ear and
kissed him languidly, mimicking with his tongue movement that was all too soon
to follow.
The careful withdrawal stroked his prostate and Harry moaned. The small
movements back and forth stretched Harry’s walls further and soon the strokes
became harsher, longer and quicker. It was indescribable and melted Harry’s
flesh. The pressure kept steadily growing.
Harry clenched his hands on Salazar’s back, digging the nails into the muscled
flesh. Another thrust from Salazar hit his prostate dead on and the teen cried
out, his consciousness blurring in white-hot pleasure. His member ejaculated
long and plenty, dirtying his and Salazar’s stomachs.
The founder’s stamina was astounding, he still kept going. Shifting Harry’s
arse higher in the air he continued thrusting. Harry regained his faculties and
gazed at Salazar in appreciation. His spent cock twitched from its slumber
again from the prostate abuse. The wizard was beautiful in his disheveled
state, the dark eyes looked at him in passion and the face was contorted in
pleasure. The man leaned down and captured Harry’s lips in a bruising kiss. The
hot wetness spread in Harry’s backside, and he felt the invading him flesh
softening.
The kiss turned gentle, and Harry wound his hands into Salazar’s hair, his body
relishing in the weight holding him down, the stickiness and the still filled
anus. He never expected that sex with a male would provide him with such
satisfaction.
Salazar moved his face away and lifted his upper torso on the elbows. The utter
devotion and admiration in the older man’s eyes made Harry’s heart skip a beat
and think that maybe it wasn’t just happening because of the debt. Maybe, the
founder actually felt something for him… No! The young wizard pushed the
thought into the back of his mind. It was useless to hope and useless to become
infatuated. Just sex, just for conceiving an heir… Great sex, though. With that
memorable experience in his mind, Harry answered Salazar’s gaze with his own –
open and appreciative – and smiled sweetly.
“You’re gorgeous, Harry…” the words slipped from the founder’s lips and he
himself seemed surprised by their sincerity.
The seriousness was not something the teen wanted now, so he replied happily:
“You’re not too shabby yourself, Salazar,” Harry laughed jovially and sat up in
order to reach those red and glistening from saliva lips. A beautiful reminder
of their activities.
The young wizard shifted their position so that he was lying on top of the
older man. He sighed contently and continued on with the kissing. It was
unbearably sweet. Just for tonight he wanted to indulge himself.
“Can we sleep like this?” asked Harry in an uncharacteristically timid manner.
“Whatever you want, Harry. I’ll be happy to oblige,” Salazar’s smile was gentle
and reassuring.
“Sweet dreams,” wished Harry and continued to cuddle the warm body. His
breathing soon slowed and evened, his consciousness blanketing.
He was already deeply asleep, when Salazar stroked his back in reverence and
whispered:
“Who needs dreams, when the reality is so much better…”
***** Chapter 2 *****
****** Chapter II ******
Harry was jolted awake from his dreamless satisfied sleep by a sharp pain in
his lower abdomen. A small moan escaped his lips. Then the pain disappeared
just as abruptly as it emerged. But the young man still felt some discomfort
inside his body. Nothing concrete, but…
“Aaargh!” the pain returned with vengeance and now Harry couldn’t help but
scream not so much from pain as horror, when he felt something twisting his
insides.
During the night the lovers changed their position and the heavy lump of
Salazar was lying sideways atop Harry. In his panic, the awoken wizard kicked
the other man out of bed.
The founder was not pleased to wake up from the impact with the harsh floor,
but he held his tongue, as he realized that there was something terribly wrong
with his bedmate.
The slippery feeling accompanied by the shooting pains receded again and gave
time for Harry to yell at the stupefied Slytherin.
“You-you… What is it? Is this your stupid miracle male pregnancy at work? You
better do something about it! Now!”
“What are you feeling?” asked Salazar calmly, which infuriated Harry even
further.
“My lower abdomen, back… I don’t know. Shooting pains, both weak and strong.
And like something’s moving in my… Gyaargh!” the young man jumped a bit at
another bolt of agony, and turned then on his stomach, hoping to ease the
discomfort. “Would you stop it, please?..”
Slytherin climbed cautiously back onto the bed and gingerly caressed Harry’s
face.
“I am sorry. I can’t give you any pain-relievers, they would interfere with the
process. And, Harry? Yes, this is the male pregnancy I was talking about. Your
organs are shifting and changing a bit. Don’t worry, the pain will disappear
soon.”
Harry fought the urge to bite the gentle hand in spite and hid instead his face
in the pillow, groaning miserably.
“How soon is soon?”
“Around 15 minutes.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Now go away, I want to suffer in solitude.”
“Are you…”
“Just fucking leave!!!” the teen grabbed the pillow and threw it sharply across
the stoic face.
“Fine,” agreed Salazar and put the offending pillow back on the bed. “I’ll be
downstairs, making breakfast for when you are better.”
Another pain session began and Harry closed his eyes and pressed his lips
together, refusing to scream, moan or do anything as undignified anymore. He
had had it worse during his life.
Finally, he heard the heavy door open and close and relaxed. Somewhat.
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When Harry finally made his way down into the kitchen, more than an hour had
passed. He was freshly showered and dressed into some pants and loose shirt,
which he managed to find in a walk-in closet in Salazar’s bedroom.  Thankfully,
his magic was working just fine, despite being inside the portrait, so he
shrunk the garments and didn’t have to make a spectacle out of himself flopping
around in oversized clothing. Again. The Dursleys made sure that Harry would
now rather go naked than wear clothes not his size.
Salazar had apparently already eaten and was sitting looking bored at the head
of the table in a cozy sun-lit kitchen. The plate was filled with some
porridge-looking stuff mixed with fried potatoes and vegetables and put under
the stasis charm and judging from the frozen in the motion thin mist - still
hot and delicious.
“Hey…” Harry didn’t know how to start a conversation after his little temper
tantrum awhile ago. He was a bit embarrassed and not just for one reason. So he
just sat at the table after his lame greeting that was answered with a nod and
proceeded cancelling the charm over the food. The dish had an interesting
flavour, simple yet with some spice that he failed to recognize. The young man
guessed the unfamiliarity was due to the centuries that separated the founder’s
style of cooking and Harry’s own usual rations.
“That’s good. Did you cook it?”
“Who else? And thank you. Do you feel better?”
“Yes, I apologize for freaking out earlier.”
“Understandable. What do you want to do today?”
Harry haven’t quite thought about what he would do not only today but during
his whole stay with Salazar. “I don’t know… What is there to do?”
“Reading, talking, walking, sleeping, making love, cooking, bathing - all kinds
of activities. Perhaps, I should start with showing you my little abode?”
“That would be great, thanks,” said Harry mid-chew managing to pronounce the
words correctly but still gaining a disapproving glance from the man. Why was
it that he just had to irritate this Slytherin, find ways to subtly irk him? It
was not a sign of any rebellion on his part, but it brought Harry unexpected
pleasure. And what’s with the casually inserted “making love”? Was that an
offer of continuing their affair?..
“Finish your meal first. You should know that from this day my mission is to
keep you well-fed and happy,” pointed out Salazar. Unnecessarily, in Harry’s
opinion. He would rather not think about the reason behind that statement. Not
yet.
“Well, we’ll see about that,” replied Harry vaguely.
How will it be, he wondered, living with Salazar Slytherin? Their relationship
up to yesterday was strictly business, resembling that of a mentor and pupil
but more distant. Nothing personal was shared among them. And even now the only
personal thing they had exchanged was fluids.
And so the Slytherin showed him around… The house was indeed quite large, but
not as grand-sized as a manor. The building was two-storeyed and built up with
polished blocks of dull-grey stone; it had rectangular shape and rather flat
red-tiled roof, which meant that the attic lacked any comfortable space. Inside
the house on the first floor there was a hall, kitchen, dining room, parlor,
bathroom and the “portrait room”; on the second floor – master suite, guest
quarters and a library, which Harry decided to definitely explore. The least he
could do during his stay was gain knowledge. So far his studies with Salazar
were one-track, concentrated on just the things that would help him off the
Dark Lord.
On the outside the sturdy house was surrounded by mixed forest and in the front
yard a fruit garden bloomed. There was a lake just about three hundred feet
from the porch.
The sun was forever suspended in the position of a sunset casting orange and
pink shades over the landscape. According to Salazar, one could go as far as
five hundred feet away from the house before bumping one’s nose into the
canvas.
No wind was blowing, no bird signing, no animal - yowling or scraping. It was
eerily silent, and the setting sun made the scenery look like it was the end of
days, peaceful but infinitely sad.
“How is… I never really thought... Do all the portraits look like that inside?”
“Of course not,” scoffed Salazar. They were standing just a bit further away
from the garden on a still forest meadow. “Mine was created by a special
artist…”
…Eventually he had to abandon the Isles for the mainland. And another month was
spent in vain search for Earlidove. The woman seemed to vanish from the face of
the Earth. Each day that passed by brought more anxiety into his heart. If his
aunt was right, soon he would be running out of time.
In the end, it was she who found him. Salazar was sitting in a dingy tavern,
tired from mingling with muggles and always questioning.
“You have been asking about me. What do you want?”
The wizard turned sharply and met with the unseeing pale-blue eyes of an elder
woman. Her grey hair was long and curly creating a wild halo around the
wrinkling face. Brown worn cloak adorned her thin frame, hiding emaciation.
“I did. Are you Earlidove?”
Not answering she sat down at his table. “So what do you want, half-breed?”
Salazar swallowed this insult silently. “I want to commission a portrait. One
of a kind…”
…She agreed but not without her own conditions.
“I can do what you want, but there will be rules for you to follow, a chance
you’ll have to take…”
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 “…zar?”
“Sorry, have you said something?”
“I asked if this was a real place,” repeated Harry.
 Salazar looked at him noting curiosity and compassion in the vibrant green
eyes.
“Yes, it was where I lived before Hogwarts and a bit after.”
“Interesting, I somehow pictured you, founders, associating yourself more with
Hogwarts. Why did you choose it?”
“I didn’t. The artist did.”
“M-m-m,” Harry apparently decided not to interrogate him further. Suddenly
feeling overwhelmed, the founder sat down on the grass and beckoned his younger
companion:
“Will you join me?”
“Sure, why not,” Harry flopped gracefully on the ground beside him and took his
hand. This surprised Salazar.
“Harry?”
“You are lonely, aren’t you? Has it always been like that?”
“Why are…”
“Don’t worry, as long as I’m here you won’t have to be.”
A pair of soft lips was pressed against his own in an achingly gentle kiss.
“Are you sure?” the older man inquired not quite certain what he was asking
about.
“Positive,” fortunately he was somehow understood.
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Their love-making this time was slow and exploring, quite different from the
rush last night but no less passionate. Harry was so aroused after their
languid kisses, slow undressing, and torturous teasing that he didn’t pay any
attention to the stiffness of the earth and the light prickling of the grasses
beneath his bare back.
Salazar conjured some lube and prepared him at the same unhurried pace. Harry
didn’t object this time, but he was obligated to warn his lover.
“I’m going to come soo…”
The firm hand grasped the base of his leaking member. “No you won’t… Not yet.”
A wave of magic washed over his privates making Harry gasp and glare at the man
above him. He was pretty sure what that spell did.
“Bastard…”
“You’ll love this, promise,” whispered Salazar and raised Harry’s hips a bit to
accommodate for the slow and precise thrust with which he buried himself deep
into the relaxed hole.
“Gods!..”
How could he have forgotten how wonderful this felt? Or was it even better?
Harry clenched his muscles a bit around the pulsing flesh urging his torturer
to continue. And so Salazar did, slowly - thoroughly enjoying every move and
every whimper and moan he drew from Harry.
They changed their position more than once and Harry tried the novelty of being
on top, relatively speaking. It was bliss to look into the wild and darkened
blue eyes while knowing it was his stretching and shifting up and down that
were the reason for this, and realizing that he himself must have looked no
less disheveled. Apparently, this was the last straw.
Salazar growled lowly sending pleasurable shivers down his spine and drew the
younger man into a slightly less controlled kiss. Harry momentarily felt magic
releasing its bindings but was too far gone to acknowledge this fact, he just
continued impaling himself upon the hard cock with an increased pace. Hoping to
finally…
But no, it seemed Sal-the bastard caught on and gripped his hips none too
gently halting and slowing down his moves. He began thrusting deeply inside
him, but these hard movements only weakly grazed his prostate.
“Sal!” Harry cried enraged.
“Sh-sh, just wait for it…”
Another kiss, another thrust, another stretch… Sweat rolled down their bodies,
making the process even slicker and hotter. Feeling, they were finally getting
somewhere, Harry tugged at Salazar’s hair, withdrawing from the tongue-
entwining dance and groaned into his lover’s neck. Another thrust, another
squeeze, just…
In frustration he bit harshly at the neck of Salazar. This caused the older man
to lose that precise pace and slam strongly straight against the prostate. That
was enough, the white shroud of enormous pleasure enveloped him and he tried
hard not to black out from all the sensations, trashing and milking the
ejaculating member inside him.
When Harry came to his senses, he was slumped on Salazar who was breathing
harshly and he could feel the man’s heart beating rapidly but gradually slowing
down. The young wizard licked his lips tasting salt and iron. Oh yeah… He
hefted himself on his elbows and looked up at the bleeding wound. Deciding to
remedy the situation, he licked the red liquid off the alabaster skin, which
was now bruised, and met the inquiring stare from Salazar.
“I am not sorry,” Harry boldly declared.
The man just chuckled. “Brat… You better not be.”
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Harry had turned downed Salazar’s invitation to share the magnific bath and
opted to take a shower in the guest quarters. He was sore and suspected that
the result of being naked in close proximity to the founder would not be just
some innocent bathing.
Refreshed he entered the library and began searching through the shelves. Many
titles caught his eye but the one he needed was not there. Not that he hoped to
find anything about male pregnancy. He lived in the wizarding world for seven
years and hadn’t once heard about such a phenomenon. He was looking at
descriptions of a normal pregnancy.
An hour later he found some rather vague information in a weathered book about
human anatomy. The terms, however, were quite flowery and old-fashioned. Still
he got the general idea. For more he would have to go Salazar. Harry sincerely
hoped that the older man was not going into this affair blindly.
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Salazar decided to give his houseguest some space and let him explore the
library. But he was feeling quite fidgety, which was unbecoming of his middle
age. He wanted Harry to be within his sight and, preferably, within touching
distance. So after some pacing and staring dumbly at the roaring flames in the
parlor’s hearth, he caved in and intruded on the younger wizard’s research.
Perhaps, he could help.
“Are you hungry?” the founder asked after coming inside.
Harry seemed to shake himself from his deep contemplation over the large
outdated book. Salazar didn’t have to look at the title to recognize the tome.
After centuries inside the portrait he could pick any book from any shelf and
recite it. It all became dull after awhile, even his studies on magical theory
that he dreamed about doing but never had much time during his lifetime. The
founder was just thankful that after the first decade he learned how to drive
his body into a comatose state. He would have gone insane otherwise.
“No, thank you. A bit later… I have a question, though. Haven’t there been any
other cases of male pregnancy in the past? Magic can do many things, after
all.”
Yes. Yes, there were. But the answer to this question was tied to the things he
was not permitted to talk about. He had to lie… It hurt, he wanted to tell his
Intended all about his life, why this was happening, what his feelings were,
but couldn’t.
“Well, there are some mentions of it in our history, but it is rare and,
unfortunately, no detailed records of such occurrences were preserved.”
The younger man sighed. “Fine, but you better know more about pregnancies than
what is written in this relic.”
“I do. Don’t worry, I’ll help you through it in any way possible.”
“Alright. Can you recommend me some book to read? Something cognitive. I still
consider you my mentor, and it is in your best interest to develop my magical
scope so I can pass it on to your and mine heir. I can do magic during
pregnancy, can’t I?” the teen suddenly sounded worried.
“It is not advisable to use spells and the like after the seventh month and
brewing potions isn’t recommended at all. Of course, you have to avoid any
risky and heavy magic like rituals and chaotic arts.”
“Ah, that’s not too bad. So will you continue to teach me, then?”
“I don’t see why not, but in measured doses. I won’t allow you to overwork
yourself like I did previously.”
“Thank you,” the green-eyed wizard smiled at him beatifically. “Should we get
started?”
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“No time to lose. Nine months aren’t long enough to cram the lifetime worth of
knowledge.”
“Well, I did teach you before your coming here, and quite successfully, might I
add.”
“Not the same.”
Did Harry just pout?
“Isn’t it?”
“No,” this time his Intended replied unsurely, as if questioning his own words.
Perhaps, there was hope for them yet.
“So what would you like for dinner?..”
***** Chapter 3 *****
****** Chapter III ******
Harry hated his life… and Salazar. And he couldn’t get over the illogical fact
that this was for some reason called morning sickness, but lasted all day long.
Wiping the unconscious small tears from his eyes, he stood up and flushed the
toilet. A tired sigh escaped his throat before he automatically rinsed his
mouth and came back to the bedroom.
The young wizard observed lazily how the marble skinned sleeping body on the
bed was illuminated by the ever soft orange-tinted sunrays and painted a warmer
color.
After the first night, unsure of his standing with the older wizard, Harry
fully intended to occupy the guest bedroom, but… His lover insisted on sharing
the bed, both for sleeping and sex. He had to admit, that it was actually nice
to feel the presence and steady breath of another living being near him, even
if they didn’t spend most of their sleeping time sweetly cuddled.
It’d been a month already that Harry spent trapped in the portrait. He was very
much in denial of his pregnancy at first; he recognized it only with his mind,
not his heart. That is until the nausea started. Thankfully, there was no
hysteria or silent tears yet and the young man hoped that there would also be
none in the future. However, he was now prone to avoiding and ignoring Salazar,
feeling some unexplainable irritation towards the father of the fragile life
growing inside his belly.
Following that thought, he glanced once more at the peaceful figure, felt an
urge to do something mean, quickly suppressed it and disappeared into the
library.
He was leafing half-heartedly through some of Salazar’s notes on the nature of
Magical Arts and their divisions for about an hour, when he heard a delicate
knock and the sound of the door being opened.
“Good morning, Harry. The breakfast’s ready.”
“Morning. Not hungry,” Harry knew he sounded petulant but he had to bleed out
his irritation out in small doses. Otherwise there would be some unmanly,
unseemly behavior that he zealously tried to avoid.
Salazar sighed and sat across him at the table. He touched Harry’s hand which
was clenched around the notebook, and gently freed the manuscript from his
grasp. This caused the green-eyed wizard to finally look up.
“Seriously,” the boy continued to insist, “I am not hungry. Maybe later…”
The founder’s face was not angry or even exasperated, only divine patience and
compassionate understanding were vividly expressed by his aristocratic
features.  And those emotions were exactly what irked Harry the most. Even
though he himself was behaving oddly, he wanted to be treated normally.
Then Salazar justhadto sensually kiss his knuckles and continue to hold his
hand in the gentle prison, pressed against the soft lips. He hatedhow his
stomach fluttered in response. Accompanied with nausea it was a controversial
feeling.
“Please? I prepared you some infusion to help with the sickness.”
The pregnant wizard couldn’t help letting a small smile blossom on his face.
Yes, that was the usual routine now - avoid Salazar, wait for Salazar to come
groveling and eventually give in. Then he was fed and his mood gradually
improved. He spent this precious time talking with his lover and learning
magic. Until the infusion lost its effect and Harry tried desperately to hold
the acquired nutrition inside. Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes not. But both
outcomes resulted in his glaring murder at the man and escaping his presence.
Stop. Repeat.
Sex was so not in the picture. To relax Harry had taken to swimming regularly
in the lake under the watchful eye of his supervisor.
The lessons with Salazar were progressing well enough, but the knowledge intake
slowed down due to his occasionally gloomy mood and sickness. And Harry had to
admit he was no Hermione. He just didn’t have the strength and zeal to breathe
through the library, be it light-reading or science. The founder was a great
help, as he didn’t mind translating intricate theoretical materials to human
language. The younger wizard thought that with more time and effort he would
have been able to understand the main points of magical theory on his own, but
time was exactly what they were limited in.
But Harry still tried his best to read. Even though he sometimes felt like his
head was being loaded with bricks and letters were dancing before his eyes when
he went to sleep.
What he regretted most was that the Chaotic Arts, subject in which he decided
to specialize, was out of his reach. “No Chaotic Arts during pregnancy”. He
only could learn theory and train his mind and soul for the future. This branch
of magic was pure creation and pure destruction. The raw power the practitioner
potentially ended up wielding was immense. However, just the talent which he
possessed as evidenced from the annihilation spell he used on Voldemort’s soul,
was not enough. Generating particles of primeval energy was hard, but still
easier, than eventually directing the flow towards either destroying or
creating. Destroying, of course, being less difficult. The mind of the Chaotic
Arts mage had to be a precise and clean place, his soul balanced, and his
magical core neutral - neither dark nor light. To perform even that one spell,
that ended the Second War, Harry had to finally learn Occlumency and
Legilimency. But he was far from being proficient.
He had such a long way to go. Mastering Mind Arts, training and stretching his
magic to encompass both light and dark spells, waiting for his body to mature…
Well, at the very least, one roadblock was out of the way. With the end of Tom
Marvolo Riddle and all his soul pieces, Harry’s own soul was finally cleansed
from the taint and on the way to recovery.
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It was well into the third month of pregnancy that Harry decided to ask a
question that bothered him for some time.
“You know, I never cared enough to ask, but you being the father of my unborn
child… Well… Why did you hate Muggles so much? Is that part of history true?”
The older wizard sighed.
“Somewhat. I actually loathed Muggleborn or Muggle-raised. Muggles I hated just
by association.”
“Why? Were you raised that way?”
“Hm… My father was a Muggleborn actually. That is pretty much the reason.”
“Muggleborn, huh?.. That’s new,” Harry muttered under his breath. Intrigued and
a bit irritated he abandoned his spot near the window and moved to sit across
Salazar in the armchair. The fire in the mantelpiece was diligently cracking
and spewing sparks.
“Please speak more clearly. You can start at the beginning, if you wish.”
“Very well, I’ll try to keep it simple. My father was of noble blood, his
father being a knight to a feudal lord. He started learning magic only when he
was thirteen by a wizard traveler. At the time there were no schools, and the
knowledge was mainly passed down the family line. Muggleborns were more often
than not left to fend for themselves, usually living without using magic, just
as normal humans.
Dietrich, that was my father’s name, was lucky to receive a willing tutor. So
he decided to both follow his father’s path by becoming a knight and learn a
bit of magic on the side. His tutor didn’t bother teaching him rules and
traditions, just some useful magic and parlor tricks.
During one of the raids on the neighboring castle, he kidnapped a girl of an
outstanding beauty, a non-human girl. In his arrogance, Dietrich thought to
make her his woman by enchanting. Unfortunately, he succeeded. Merloin became
his wife and bore him an heir. With the birth of this child, the spell of false
love was broken. As you can probably guess that child was I. My mother was of
high elven blood. She had a destined lover and a destined child, and Dietrich
ruined it all. Elves are able to give birth to one, and rarely two children.
She felt she lost her chance at love and betrayed her fated one, who hadn’t
even been born at that time. Maybe it sounds a bit melodramatic to you, but
that is the way of the elven culture, and as they lived alongside wizards at
the time, these ways were widely known. Had Dietrich being a Muggle or an
untutored Muggleborn, he would have never stood the chance of wooing and
subduing an elf. And had he being raised a wizard he would have known what a
travesty his actions were.
My mother tried not to hate me, she never gave me an impression that she didn’t
love me, but she was always so very sad. She died when I was ten because of a
broken heart, as cliché as it sounds.
So when we founded the school, I argued that we should also create some kind of
orphanage for Muggleborns and extract them from their families while they were
young or even as soon as they were born. Of course, that was unethical,” here
Salazar sneered sarcastically, “I then stated that in that case it was better
not to teach them at all, as magic is not only spells, it is the way of life
that has to be learned and followed. As you can see from history books, my
second suggestion was outvoted too. The bitter part was that they didn’t even
try to understand my reasons; they thought I was too emotionally involved. And
now I can see that they should have listened. It pains me to see a powerful
wizard such as you, Harry, knowing so very little about our holidays and
traditions, you are much more content celebrating Christmas, rather than Winter
Solstice, playing wizard version of Muggle games rather than play and
participate in rituals, which can also be fun, they are not all bloody as they
are now portrayed – this view again the result of the Muggle World influence… ”
There was hidden passion and pain behind each word Salazar spoke. Harry could
understand where Salazar was coming from, but it couldn’t be all that bad,
could it? The blending of two cultures was inevitable in some cases. But… Was
it okay to substitute theatre for cinema? It wasn’t really - they existed both
at the same time. Both arts had their admirers. And there really weren’t’ many
options for Muggleborns to learn wizard culture, only through their mistakes,
and he guessed that is what generated prejudice and made them second-rate
citizens. Eventually they pretty much hang in a precarious balance, never fully
embracing one world or another. But kidnapping Muggleborns from the cradle did
sound a bit extreme…
“I see,” finally said Harry. Salazar stopped talking some time ago. “I guess it
does bear thinking about.”
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Gradually the nausea stopped tormenting Harry. He hadn’t even noticed it
lessening, but one morning he woke up and didn’t immediately run to the
bathroom. He considered this a happy occurrence. But during the whole day he
felt fine, and it was… liberating. Exactly like how you learn to appreciate
life and health anew after finally recovering from a severe fever. His studies
have immediately sped up but in a week he ran into another problem. He couldn’t
concentrate on his studies when Salazar was in the room.
Harry had taken to a very bad and pathetic habit of spacing out. During these
listless periods he stared at the founder when the man’s attention was
elsewhere. Sometimes absently, sometimes intensely. His gaze was drawn like a
magnet to the graceful tall frame. When the young wizard was caught in the act
he couldn’t help but drown in the dark-blue depths of the founder’s eyes. And
only at the silently raised questioning eyebrow he shook himself from his daze
and turned his attention back to his book for a short while.
He didn’t even feel any sexual attraction during these spacey moments. If he
did, it would have explained a lot. Well, at least for the first three weeks,
he hadn’t.
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He was in the middle of his usual spacing out, when his attention turned to the
tightly pressed thin lips and remembered how supple or insistent they could be.
How they could leave burning chains of kisses on his body. How… He blushed and
turned away.
He hadn’t done much studying that day. Or the next. And it was getting rather
silly. If he wanted to have sex with Salazar, he probably wouldn’t be denied.
But there was some time gap and Harry wasn’t the one to initiate the contact
before. But now… Oh, he now was perfectly aware that Salazar understood his
behavior and his needs but decided to leave him the choice of doing something
about it.
He was in the middle of his usual spacing out, when his attention turned to the
tightly pressed thin lips and remembered how supple or insistent they could be.
How they could leave burning chains of kisses on his body. How… He blushed and
turned away.
He hadn’t done much studying that day. Or the next. And it was getting rather
silly. If he wanted to have sex with Salazar, he probably wouldn’t be denied.
But there was some time gap and Harry hadn’t been the one to initiate the
contact before. But now… Oh, he now was perfectly aware that Salazar understood
his behavior and his needs but decided to leave him the choice of doing
something about it.
“The construction of the diffusion spell is fairly simple compared to the
previously studied group of collection spells. They are distinguished from
other spells by the following characteristics: …”
Blue fire, sense of intimacy… Oh yes, Harry was very much spellbound. What was
the book talking about again?..
He shook his head and stared. Today he willmake the step. So he stood up and
sauntered towards Salazar, who was baiting him from his soft spot in the
armchair in the library’s corner.
The young wizard stopped in front of the man and waited for him to take notice.
Salazar awoke from the engrossing task of picking nails and looked upwards:
“Yes, Harry?”
The young man decided not to answer verbally. Instead he leaned in closely and
rested both hands on the arm rests. The atmosphere got tense and thick, as he
unabashedly examined the founder’s features. One small move and the soft press
of lips ignited the passion. Tongues battled with each other fiercely, and
Harry to his surprise found that he was winning this duel.
Harry climbed into Salazar’s lap and thrust harshly with his hips against the
man’s growing erection. Salazar’s moan reverberated through his head
pleasantly. While chewing lightly on the man’s swelled lower lip, he unbuttoned
the top half of the shirt and latched onto the jugular, sucking and licking the
vulnerable spot, like there was no tomorrow.
Salazar was threading one hand through Harry’s messy hair and the other crept
under his shirt, caressing bare skin.
It was so warm, so welcoming in this embrace. But he needed more.
Harry slid down to the floor onto his knees. Salazar didn’t want to let him go
at first and held him in the tight circle of his arms, but, after a moment he
complied. The young wizard glanced up at the half-shut lust-filled eyes and
swallowed. He torturously slowly unfastened the older man’s belt and reached
inside the trousers to pull out the interested cock. Harry enveloped the head
with his hand and gently stroked the wet slit. Salazar hissed and bucked his
hips.
“Sh-shh… Patience, all in good time…” Harry whispered steading Salazar’s
unconscious jerking with his left hand. He lowered his other hand to the base
of the member and leaned forward pushing the head into his mouth, carefully
shielding the teeth with his lips and tongue.
It wasn’t the first time he went down on Salazar, and certainly, not the last
one, but the first two times there were some major hiccups. He wanted this time
to be perfect. For Salazar to feel the same mind-numbing pleasure that he
usually enjoyed when on the receiving end.
He pushed the cock inside up to his glands and withdrew, then went back all the
while stroking the rest of the shaft with his hand. The bitter taste was
familiar and not that unpleasant this time. He repeated motions again and
again, already hard in his own pants. Salazar was muttering some unintelligible
hisses, probably, in Parseltongue, or not - there was no meaning to them, but
the young wizard was satisfied – it meant he was doing his job well. He
unlocked his mouth from the shaft for a moment and began licking it thoroughly
from base to the tip covering all the angles - top, sides, underside.
“Fuck…” it appeared Salazar was losing his patience, but he was still good at
control, so muttering curses was all he did.
Harry stood up from his knees a bit for a better angle and fastened his mouth
again on the rock-hard penis, taking it deeper and deeper each time. He
stretched his tongue outwards and with a final push, the penis slid into his
throat. He quickly backed up fighting the gag reflex. And once again, he
captured the lubricated velvety length and forced it inside. It went easier
with each time. Finally he was reaching the scrotum with his lips. Harry felt
so proud of himself that he hummed, but it was getting uncomfortable and he was
ready to back up to breathe and ready himself for another push, when Salazar
cursed and forced him away.
“You’re... getting good at this,” said Salazar with broken and husky words.
“Too good… So say stop, while you can, if you are against it…”
“What?..” Harry asked confused in no less husky voice which may have been also
a bit scratchy.
But Salazar didn’t answer. He stood up drawing Harry also back to his feet and
then lifted him from his feet to lay him on his back across the armchair, with
his head hanging down a bit from the arm rest.
“Em-m, Salazar?” blood flowed to his head and that was not a nice feeling. He
glanced to see the upside down room and was met with a close visage of the
familiar manhood. “Em-m…”
The tip nudged his half-open lips.
“So, Harry, is that a yes? Because if it is, then I am going to fuck your
pretty and talented mouth until I orgasm deep in your throat, or… We can do it
the old-fashioned way through your other orifice.”
The younger wizard blushed. No, of course he didn’t, it was just blood rushing
to his cheeks from hanging upside down. Both options sounded appealing. One was
a safe bet and the other…
“O-okay, I think,” he agreed a bit timidly.
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Bloody hell, how could Harry look so innocent and cute with his moist and
ravished red lips? Hanging upside down from the armrest and his trousers
obscenely tented and eyes looking cross and dazed? Damn him, if this didn’t
arouse him even more.
He caressed the boy’s cheeks and grasped his head between his hands, pushing
his cock inside the pliant mouth. After some small resistance he was in to his
hilt, the pressure on the head was unbelievably tight and sweet. Harry
swallowed, sending pleasurable vibrations down his length and driving him
crazy.
Oh, damn, now he really couldn’t hold back. It had been some time after they
had sex after all. He withdrew and thrust back in; he tried to be careful but
was slowly losing it, all his thoughts concentrated on going deeper to feel
this wonderful pressure again.
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What had he agreed to? Asked himself Harry silently panicked, when Salazar
began to fuck his mouth in earnest. Hot damn, it seemed that taking this abuse
passively was harder than actually giving head. It wasn’t that it felt so bad –
he really just had to keep himself relaxed, tongue - stretched and flattened
and his gag-reflex - under wraps, see – not so hard! Who was he kidding, it was
fucking bloody difficult, but he was getting used to it. This feeling of the
man’s cock driving deep into another whole different kind of intimate area was
thrilling. He wouldn’t mind to see the man’s face at the moment, but was
reduced to watching Salazar’s scrotum slapping him occasionally on the face.
Somehow, Harry couldn’t find it in himself to mind this treatment. It was good.
It was awesome to feel the orgasmic convulsion and the following ejaculation in
his throat. His own orgasm caught up to him unexpectedly, lighting flash-bulbs
in his eyes and making him gasp around the member. He opened his eyes and
sucked, drawing the remainders of sperm from the shaft. Salazar stilled but
showed no motion of drawing his cock out. Harry pushed weakly with his arms
against the founder’s legs. And heard a crash.
Finally free, Harry sat up and turned to look. Salazar, the proud and fearsome
founder, was sitting bare-assed on the floor, the trousers still around his
ankles, with the dumbest look on his face. Evidently, the brains can be sucked
out through the head.
The green-eyed wizard laughed, then coughed. His throat was really sore.
“Well, I can’t say I am going to repeat this performance anytime soon, but it
was worth it just to see you like this.”
Salazar shook himself out of the daze with difficulty and stood up fixing his
trousers. He kneeled before the younger man drawing him into embrace and
kissing gently. Harry’s lips tingled strongly from this soft kiss, they were
now really sensitive.
They continued to kiss for some time languidly, Harry couldn’t say exactly how
long, so lost he was in the feeling of tender warmth and security.
“Thank you, Harry. I don’t think I have to comment, but it was mind-fucking
good.”
Harry smiled slyly.
“I think you were going for ‘mouth-fucking’ good.”
“Brat…”
***** Chapter 4 *****
****** Chapter IV ******
Harry lay on the lake’s sandy shore on a soft blanket and looked ahead where he
knew the picture ended. It was difficult to move around now - his stomach was
finally showing.  Only a month or month and a half of this isolated life was
left for him to bear. He couldn’t deny that he dearly missed the noisiness and
colorful mixture of Hogwarts school life, but mostly just life – the wind in
his hair, the sun shining bright at noon, the stars, the moon, the snow and the
rain - the motion. He missed his friends.
What were they thinking when he suddenly disappeared? They did not know about
the deal with Salazar. They did not know about Salazar, period. He let them
believe he was gaining knowledge all by himself, delving into the allowed and
restricted books of the Hogwarts library. He did that too, of course, but under
guidance.
Before he disappeared, he told Ron and Hermione that he had to take care of
some urgent business. They were reluctant to let him go. They were suspicious
and worried, but he just laughed their concerns off. He really shouldn’t have.
They weren’t the only ones that would miss him. There were other fellow
students, Remus Lupin, Tonks, several other Order members who became his steady
friends and support in Dumbledore’s absence. Draco Malfoy, his old enemy and
tentative new friend.
In the beginning of his sixth year, in a gloomy mood he went down to the
Chamber and discovered its another secret - a secret room behind the statue. He
was giddy with his discovery. He expected to find powerful artifacts, an
ancient library or a hibernating basilisk egg - something that would help him
to defeat Voldemort. Something more than a falling apart couch, dusty table,
half-burned candle on it and an empty portrait frame. Oh, there was a humble
bookshelf too, emptied. Harry just signed then at his own stupidity, of course,
Voldemort or some other heir before him would have gotten here earlier. Still,
despite his bitter disappointment it was a good place to get away to. So he
repaired the couch, filled the bookshelf with his own meager collection of
books and trinkets and visited when particularly irritated by his friends and
Dumbledore. On the fourth visit he felt someone watching him and met the dark-
blue eyes. The rest, as they say, is history.
Harry managed to persuade Draco Malfoy away from the Voldemort’s side by
rescuing Narcissa. That was one heady adventure, where his and Draco’s
friendship origin lay. Thus the task set to the young Malfoy by Voldemort was
forfeited. And Severus Snape perished shortly afterwards when he refused to
obey the Unbreakable Vow. Dumbledore died in the beginning of Harry’s seventh
year. Queitly and without fanfare. Only a few knew that he died of the curse.
Harry never searched for Horcruxes, he and Salazar thought out a much more
elegant plan.
So he lay here now and imagined life outside the canvas. What would his friends
be doing now? Auror training program? Fighting for the rights of magical
creatures? Getting married? Was Ginny still single?
But he could only fantasize for the moment. Soon he would know.
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The echo of his determined footsteps on the shining white-blue floor of the
Citadel made Salazar feel clumsy. Of course, he grimaced, he was half-human,
his inherited elven grace could extend only so far. He couldn’t move as
silently.
He stopped and knocked on the nephrite green fragile-looking door. For all he
knew, it was nephrite. It felt like it.
“Come in.”
The door swung open and he stepped inside. The colors inside these chambers
were as watered down and blindingly light as almost everywhere in the citadel.
The only bright figure in the room sat on the intricately carved wooden chair,
painted pastel green, and sipped tea from china.
“Aunt Meridith, why this urgent call?”
The red-haired woman, stunningly beautiful in her rich gown of tarnished gold,
gingerly placed her cup on a glass table.
“Please sit, Salazar.”
And so he did, gingerly, but still feeling like a bear in a throne room.
The dark-brown eyes that sometimes seemed black examined his face thoughtfully
and silence stretched.
“Tea?”
“Yes, please,” Salazar agreed gratefully. His mouth had already dried up. His
aunt was usually much more open and cheerful. This conversation would be a hard
one.
“I had a vision. Your half-brother will be stirring trouble soon.”
The wizard gritted his teeth, the relationship between him and his younger
brother was not ideal. He tried to emulate their father too closely. But he
didn’t imagine it awful enough to warrant a vision.
“How soon?”
“In a year or two. You’ll have to watch him closely.”
He nodded absently. “What else have you picked up?”
“He’ll try to pretend to be you and ruin your friendships.”
“They are as good as ruined right now anyway.”
Meridith sighed and took his hands in her arms. Her stare was intense.
“It’s serious, Salazar. Deathly serious. Evan envies you greatly. He has
already stolen your research on snake-tongue and profited from it.”
“I know that, it’s not that big of a deal, I have many other researches, this
is just one of them.”
“And yet your school mascot is a snake…  But there is nothing to be done about
that now.”
The woman stood up and moved to the cabinet on the left side of the room. She
came back with a stone cup.
“I knew you wouldn’t listen to my warning… The visions are not as clear as
memories, but you have to see this one to begin to understand.”
“Memory basin,” Salazar stared in awe. “True rarity in our world.”
“Not in the elven kingdom. Perhaps, we’ll trade some of them to your friends
later.”
“Rowena would be deliriously happy.”
“She will be.”
The cup now rested on the table. Meridith closed her eyes and breathed over the
rim. Translucent oily liquid turned silver-blue.
“Now come closer and watch…”
The vision was indeed blurry and sometimes incomprehensive. But the images and
sounds filled the picture. Salazar clenched his fingers on the edge of the
table, leaving markings on the smooth glass. He thought and pondered.
“I never liked much these underhanded games, Aunt Meridith.”
“But Evan does, so you’ll have to play or lose without trying.”
“I will try. Just… I wish there was some other way. It doesn’t end well no
matter what I do. I’ll lose my home and place in the world anyway. Death or
hermit life, I don’t know what is worse.”
“There are many more options than that and you know it. Don’t be maudlin, it
doesn’t suit you. Tell me, Salazar, do you love someone?”
The wizard looked up at his aunt, startled.
“Why…. If you mean in the romantic sense then no.”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Do you want to marry, Salazar?”
“Not particularly, at the moment, but I plan to. Some nice magically compatible
witch will do just fine.”
The dark eyes of the seer glittered.
“Ah, but the elven blood will be diluted further and you will never love or be
loved by her.”
“That is inevitable then, isn’t it? You know that I long ago understood that I
won’t have the Intended as the elves do.”
Meridith smiled. “But you do.”
“I… do? How… when?”
“I saw him recently. In a vision. A very nice, yet troubled, young man. Your
children would be pure elven, should you choose to pursue him.”
“Male, huh? I can live with that. Why wouldn’t I pursue him?”
“You are centuries apart, even with your elven blood you won’t live long enough
to meet him.”
“And I already researched immortality, Aunt Meridith, I won’t sacrifice my
soul. And I don’t believe that you would tease me with this knowledge if it was
impossible. So what is it?”
The woman’s smile turned larger and sharper.
“There will still be sacrifices, my dear nephew, but there is a way.”
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Salazar slowly opened his eyes, the bed was cold and Harry gone. He was
probably at the lake, his favorite spot lately.
It was only logical to dream of the past. The past and the future were finally
coming together. The birth was near.
The founder smiled sadly, whatever happened, he was happy to be the father, he
loved both Harry and the baby that he felt kicking under the taut skin of
Harry’s large belly. He didn’t care what gender it was, it would grow beautiful
and loved, if only by Harry.
He heard heavy footsteps and the door to their bedroom opened. He imagined that
Harry brought with him the fresh and frosty air from the outside. But of
course, he didn’t. It was only a painting after all. But he brought with him
the smell of his skin and apple lotion. And that was enough.
“Tired?”
Harry shook his head and sat on the bed silently watching Salazar. He extended
his hand and caressed his cheek, moving his feather touch down to the neck and
chest. He circled the flat stomach and leaned awkwardly to kiss him in the
lips.
“Make love to me?”
Salazar wondered at the sad undertone in Harry’s voice, but chose to comply
with no questions asked.
“Of course.”
He tenderly and slowly undressed the pregnant wizard. The fire in his groin
burned low and strong. He almost trembled himself. Harry’s eyes were solemn and
tender; it was as if he was finally giving himself away to him. Wholly. Heart,
body, and soul.
They arranged the pillows and Harry stood on his knees, leaning low on his
hands, arse extended to Salazar. The older wizard moved over and peppered his
lover’s back with light kisses and his arms caressed and supported the stomach.
He licked the puckered hole and enjoyed the answering hitch in Harry’s breath.
He circled and darted his tongue inside licking out the walls as far as he
could. The hitch deepened and Harry writhed.
“Sh-sh… I’ll be there soon enough, just a little patience, my dear.” Salazar
breathed lowly over the hole.
Salazar summoned the lubricant straight on his fingers and put them inside
coating and stretching.  With another bit of wandless magic he bathed his cock
in the same substance and holding the younger wizard by the thighs thrust in.
He didn’t see Harry’s face, he didn’t need to. They were one, pleasure beyond
the physical, raw and naked. Gentle almost electrical current connected them
and they swam in it back and forth till finally the waters rose and drowned
them both, leaving gasping desperately for air.
They lay entwined, satiated and lazy. Harry sighed and kissed him thoroughly.
He looked at Salazar with bright shining eyes and whispered:
“I love you.”
Salazar heart almost stopped beating. Forbidden, he could not respond in kind.
He could only hope that his eyes and tongue and hands would be enough of the
answer.
***** Chapter 5 *****
****** Chapter V ******
 
The birth was near. It was evident. The last body transformation that threw him
into the painful delirium was two days ago. Now the only thing he could think
about was the dreaded moment of delivering a baby. And about the vagina.
Yes, he now was the proud owner of an extra hole in his body snuggled
comfortably between his balls and anus. Harry wondered if he can consider
himself a hermaphrodite. This transformation weirded him out more than the
actual thought of labour with all its gory details.
He admitted that he was not immune to curiosity. The next day after growing a
vagina while taking a bath to relax his body after the ordeal, his hands found
their way… there. The sensation was very alien but damn… He came very soon
after the start of his exploration. Why weren’t all women nymphomaniacs? Or did
it just work differently on a male body? Clitoris vs penis, and all that…
Still… He wouldn’t trade his dear original set of privates for anything else.
And a little masturbation was as far as he was willing to go. No sex with
Salazar until the birth was over and done with and all his extra body parts
disappeared. Just… no.
Will they have sex though before he has to go? How is he going to raise a baby
on his own? What will he tell his friends and the world at large? How will he
be able to go on without Salazar’s support? He had gotten used to it.
Harry couldn’t bear thinking about the answers right now. Some of them were
complicated and others painful and heartbreaking. And he just couldn’t look too
far into the future anyhow. He was too preoccupied with the dreaded event. Who
knows what will happen… Will he and the baby be fine?..
“Harry?”
He looked up from the book that he was not really reading, still stuck on the
first page, and saw Salazar at the library’s door.
“Yes?”
“Lunch is ready. Ready to go?”
“Help me up, Sal.”
The older man approached and raised him from the armchair. Harry sighed. He was
feeling fat and bloated, his feet swollen. He feared and was glad it would be
over soon.
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Salazar was watching Harry picking at his food, digging the stewed vegetables
deeper and deeper into the mound of mashed potatoes. At least the deer steak
had disappeared from the plate.
“You need to finish it, Harry. Please? For me? For the baby?” he implored.
“I can’t. And that kid seems to have grown enough already, I can barely move
around. And I really have no appetite,” Harry pushed the plate away. “Sorry, I
can try eating later if you insist.”
“Very well. Do you want to take a nap?”
“Sounds great. But first I want to take a walk on the grounds for a while. Will
you keep me company?”
Salazar moved around the table and leaned in to embrace the young man. He
breathed in his smell, mostly herbal from the bath taken earlier with just a
hint of his natural body odour. It was perfect.
“Of course, whatever you want, precious.”
He was using “precious” instead of “love”. He thought it was a fair substitute.
And Harry didn’t seem to mind it.
They walked out onto the porch. Salazar wished he could take his lover’s frown
away. But he understood. He was also worried. Hopeful against hope but desolate
at the same time. It happened once, but there was no guarantee that Harry would
do it again. He had to be prepared for any outcome.
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They were barely into the garden when a sharp pain almost brought Harry to his
knees. It would have if Salazar hadn’t caught him and gently lowered him to the
grass.
“Harry?”
“I think it’s starting.”
Salazar’s eyes widened:
“Shall I carry you to the bedroom?”
“No, I think I can still walk. Hope, it’s not a false alarm…” Harry took a
couple of deep breaths expecting the pain in his lower abdomen to return but it
stayed silent. He hoisted himself up putting pressure on Salazar’s helping arms
and walked.
But something didn’t feel right. His legs were misbehaving. Two steps away from
the porch he crumbled down bringing Salazar to the ground for the company.
Oh, he remembered this feeling intimately: his hand not numb but
uncontrollable, flapping around his body-that moment when Lockhart the Genius
had vanished his bones. But why now?
“My bones!” Harry almost screeched. “They disappeared!”
But his hands were still quite fine and entwined happily around Salazar’s neck
when the latter raised him from the ground and started carrying him in his arms
towards the house.
“Don’t worry, it was supposed to happen. Male anatomy is not made for making
birth. Your pelvic bones would have been in the way. Too narrow a path. Magic
is just making the bone tissue in your lower body part softer. Temporarily.”
Harry was staring at Salazar’s calm face in horror.
“What?! Why didn’t you tell me anything beforehand?” he was outraged, his
breath coming out in short gasps. “You fucking son of the bitch! Think it’s
funny?!”
“Sh-sh…” The hold Sal had on him was gentle and reassuring. But… “Your body was
already going through so many changes, I did not want you to also stress about
this additional change. It stays like this only during labour. And that also
means that this is not a false call. Our child is ready to come out.”
Deep breaths…
“Fine. Bedroom it is.”
On the way his water broke. Hot liquid was trailing down his rubber legs,
moistening Sal’s shirt. Strange feeling, even in early childhood, as far as
Harry’s memories went, he did not piss in his pants, but he would guess it was
a similar feeling.
The pain came back and despite his effort Harry moaned.
“Almost there, Harry…”
He was placed on the unmade bed and manually undressed for the magic not to
interfere. Salazar helped to spread and position his legs since they would not
cooperate with him.
“Okay, Harry, now breathe and push, just a bit more…”
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The next two hours were disjointed in Harry’s memory. He remembered pushing. He
could remember the pain that he could compare to the wonderful feeling of the
Cruiciatus curse though still different, as if his body was being ripped apart,
but he could not really recall the full brunt of it. It was blurred. And then
he felt hollow. Relieved.
“You’ve done it, Harry!” Salazar cried out. His shout was echoed by that of
another. A child’s cry. “She is beautiful!”
Harry caught a sideways glimpse of a bloody bundle, wrinkled little face
screwed up in distress. And ears. They were extended upwards and pointed. And
then it was blissfully black.
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