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      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black/Remus
      Lupin/Bill_Weasley, Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Fleur_Delacour/Bill
      Weasley, Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter/Bill_Weasley, Sirius_Black/Remus
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      Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Molly_Weasley, Ginny_Weasley
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      16-Year-Old_Harry, Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Morality, Polyamory, Mpreg,
      Past_Child_Abuse, Breeding, Bonding, Bottom_Harry, Non-Consensual_Drug
      Use, Anal_Fingering, Oral_Sex, Crossdressing_Harry, Somnophilia, Age
      Difference, Falling_In_Love, Anal_Sex, Anal_Play, Sex_Toys, Manipulation,
      Cuddling_&_Snuggling, Sexual_Inexperience
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      Published: 2015-09-12 Chapters: 2/8 Words: 9992
****** Sharing Harry ******
by OrdinaryMortal
Summary
     Currently on hiatus, so I can juggle depression, anxiety, RL and
     writing. It's plotted out though, so I will return to it.
      
     Severus has been preparing Harry for his debut. Harry just doesn't
     know it.
     At the start of his fifth year, Harry has been sent to him to study
     Occlumency. Severus is demonstrably furious, but in actuality,
     believes it couldn't have come at a better time. The gentlemen of his
     social club have had their eye on Mr Potter for some time, and not
     necessarily with the worst of intentions. Just not with the most
     honourable.
***** Laying The Foundations *****
"The little brat needs remedial potions in any case, Albus! If you make me do
this, my evenings will be completely consumed between Potter and being
summoned! I have other pupils in my house who actually need me - when are they
going to receive the consideration that should be theirs?"
Severus was actually fuming. For too long the needs of his house had been
deemed less necessary than his role as a spy; precisely why the leader of a
military unit should not be a damn school teacher. Dumbledore simply should not
be in charge of a school as well as the Order and the I.C.W, and frankly
McGonagall should have been promoted ten years ago. If only to get her away
from Gryffindor and put in a Head of House who actually interacted with her
House on a daily basis.
"You have to do this, Severus. I am afraid I will insist, should that be
necessary."
Dumbledore's eyes were no longer twinkling, but were grave and resolute. From
long experience, Severus recognised when the friend he had in Dumbledore was
replaced by the Headmaster, the Chief Mugwump and the man who had defeated the
most deranged dark wizard in living memory. His reluctance to do this was
immaterial, and if he continued he might well lose his House in order that
Dumbledore ensure he found the time. And it was true; there was no one else.
While Dumbledore was a superb Occlumens, and very nearly as powerful a
Legilimens as Severus himself, he had to maintain eye contact with his subject.
For Severus, mere physical proximity and intent was enough. Which was why
Dumbledore kept his own mental shields up around him, and why no-one else, not
even in the Order, knew. It was one reason why no-one in the Order could ever
be a secret spy in the same way as those planted into Voldemort's organisation.
There would never, in Severus's time, be another Pettigrew.
It was also why there were no undiscovered cases of abuse in his House, as
there were in the others. Part of the reputation of Slytherin continuing to be
seen as Dark was how many cases he had had to notify to the Headmaster, and
from there to the Ministry, over his tenure as Head of House. Sprout was
particularly obtuse. The near fanatical devotion and loyalty to House and peers
the Hufflepuffs were famous for were powerful draws for children who needed
very badly to be loved, yet he had had to notify Dumbledore of another
overlooked Puff almost every other year. McGonagall was very nearly as bad;
always ready to see bruising as simply rough and tumble side effects. The fact
that she had simply not noticed the state Harry Potter, of all children, had
been in on arrival four years ago, said all that was needed to say about how
her powers of observation gave way before the power of story and myth. The
elves had been lacing the boy's food with his special nutrient potion since the
first meal he had eaten under his gaze; the house elves instructed before he'd
gone to greet his own First Years.
Dumbledore, too, had fallen to his own myth-building. The child was smaller
than he'd expected, looking more like a slight eight year old boy than eleven,
but the Headmaster had allowed himself to believe that he took after his great-
grandmother, who he had fondly remembered as being tiny, with her fae
background, even as an adult. True, the boy, who had returned in his fourth
year from yet another summer with the dreadful Petunia Evans-that-was, had the
startling green eyes and slimness of build that denoted a fae ancestry, but
Severus took especial satisfaction from the boy's height. Though it had been
severely reduced from his potential by the years of near starvation under the
muggles' lack of care, the nutrient potions had been delicately crafted to
bring his body to full optimum health, while not encouraging much in the way of
growth. The boy would top out at five foot, five foot two at the very most,
allowing for one last growth spurt. Madame Pomfrey had had to kindly explain to
the boy in third year that it was unlikely that he would grow much further, nor
need to shave, due to that early neglect. His housemates acceptance of him
having the ideal Seeker stature had gone a long way, clearly, towards his
acceptance of his size.
The taller his contemporaries grew, the more his delicate construction was
apparent. The younger years were much alike, all prepubescent high pitched
voices grating on the nerves; their bodies clumsy due to going through the
rapid changes of early adolescence and their conversation as vapid as the
twittering of the bird flocks they brought to mind. But by Harry's delicious
age, the clumsiness had eased or was already in the past; their conversations
and essays, while still naïve, were more nuanced and thoughtful; the voices
lower and as easier on the ears as their budding gracefulness was on the eyes.
Harry was a vision of androgynous loveliness, even more so because he clearly
had no idea, hidden from himself as much as from his peers by the hideous
glasses and unruly hair that Severus longed to tame. The fact that Severus'
testing had revealed particular latent qualities made him even more desirable.
His social club had bemoaned the lack of someone truly special to be afforded
the privilege of their time and tutoring for some time, although they had made
do, giving of their benevolence here and there. They could all admit, though,
that they had been waiting for Harry, and now. Harry, whom he could only name
as such in the privacy of his own skull outside of their presence. Harry, whom
he had been careful to check up on after the trauma at the end of the
Tournament. Had gone to his home even, after a finely judged interval, and
'discovered' his treatment at Petunia's hands. The muggles had been left
terrified into a semblance of politeness towards the boy by the end of his
first visit; the daily visits afterwards had painstakingly begun to convince
the boy that his Dreaded Potions Master was a façade built to keep the
Slytherins from discerning his true feelings towards Harry, the son of Severus'
First And Most Truest Love. Potions openly provided to help with sleep and
nutrition, as well as slowly encouraging his, shall we say, hidden quality;
photographs and keepsakes of his mother's, and, most surprising to the boy, his
passionate argument with Dumbledore to insist that he be allowed to stay with
Black for the majority of the summer, had cemented his role as a sort of mentor
to the Boy Who Lived. He had even gently told the boy that he thought the title
was deeply unfair to him, and that he had always thought of the boy as simply
'just Harry'. The sudden embrace from the slight figure next to him on the park
bench had not been as surprising to Severus as it was to Harry.
While Black had snapped and snarled at him in front of Dumbledore and most of
the Order as usual, Harry had been privileged to see the true respect and easy
affection he, Lupin and the Weasleys shared. The eldest Weasley boys had
benefitted from the Club's attentions, and both had relocated to the UK and
Grimmauld place for the rest of the war's duration. Arthur was a frequent
visitor, escaping the overbearing presence of the kind but smothering Molly,
and many evenings were spent comfortably before Harry would give in to the mild
Sleep inducing potion his evening tea was always laced with. More than once it
would be Severus who carried the small teen indulgently up the stairs, and if a
light kiss brushed his forehead before the door closed behind him, the faint
smile on the boy's face indicated it was not distasteful.
The plans had been made that holiday, of course, on summer nights filled with
warm breezes and low voices. Lupin and Black had 'allowed' themselves to be
discovered in close embraces on more than one occasion by their young godson,
who had reacted with affection and delight rather than with the closed mind of
his muggle caretakers, even after one such discovery had clearly shown that the
relationship could encompass others. As planned for, he had gone to Severus to
confess his overhearing Sirius pleasuring Charlie one night, not wanting to
upset Remus with evidence of Sirius's infidelity. Severus had carefully
explained their open status; that he, Charlie and Bill were also welcomed to
their rooms on occasion. The boy, not having any positive relationships of his
own to compare, accepted this as another part of Wizarding culture, treating
the information as confidential but not, in and of itself, a rarity amongst
magic users, particularly male. As openly acknowledged bondmates, Sirius and
Remus were, after all, his only intimate example of adult Wizarding
relationships, and they were happy to answer his questions.
Soon it had been any of the adults in Grimmauld Place who had responded to
Harry's night terrors, comforting and holding him through the emotional
upheaval and subsequent sleeplessness. It was Severus who had first heard the
murmured confession of his sexuality; Bill who had received those first
hesitant kisses. Sirius was not neglected during the summer; the boy learned to
romp for the joy of movement and laughter with Padfoot in the magically
expanded garden and could often be found curled up with either of his forms and
a book on a rug in the sunshine. Defense practise was a riotous affair, with
teams changing from one day to the next and a mix of fighting styles from
Bill's precise traps to Sirius'controlled mayhem vastly expanding Harry's
knowledge of hexes, curses and shields. There was a feeling though that come
September the only adult confidant for much of the time would be Severus, and
the new relationship, aided by the pillows misted with Trust Draughts, slowly
grew stronger throughout the tail end of July and the hazy days of August. The
change in their relationship extended into the old potions room, Harry and
Severus cleaning it up themselves and restoring it into a laboratory both were
proud of. Severus even owned that Harry was a decent brewer away from the
malevolence of the Slytherins and his own overbearing class persona.
Slowly and patiently, the days and nights of the summer, and the future, were
shaped.
The Grangers were in New Zealand for most of it, the 'lucky winners' of a
holiday that took them way beyond the reach of owls for six weeks. The prize
had been for two adults and two children, so, knowing that Harry would not have
been allowed to leave the Dursley's until at least part way through July, the
choice between her two friends had clearly been no choice. When the surprise
notification letter came a week after school had let out, Hermione had dashed
off a quick explanation to Harry and invited Ron to go with them. Harry had
tried not to mind, very much tried, but three weeks with the Dursley's before
Snape's intervention had tested his happiness for his two friends to its limit.
No matter how he enjoyed the feeling of being treated as a near adult, that
feeling of being last on his friends' list of priorities was like a sore tooth
that he could not but help worrying at.
When, three days before term started, the rest of the Weasleys, accompanied by
the tanned and excited Ron and Hermione, burst in on the easy lazy masculinity
of Grimmauld Place, Harry was only mildly surprised to find he resented the
intrusion. Between the Twins' pranks and boasting of their summer watching
Quidditch in Lee's Uncle's box at Puddlemere Utd and Ron and Hermione's excited
babbling about New Zealand, the old house had exploded with sound. Ginny was
not only following him around, her crush painfully evident to see, but Molly
kept engineering situations putting her with Harry, much to his discomfort. Ron
and Hermione, other than constantly talking at him about their trip, seemed to
have no real room for him and his news, perhaps in the belief that he wouldn't
have any.
Worst of all, prior to their arrival Severus had held him close, dropping a
light kiss on his hair, before leaving the house for Hogwarts and a year in
which his attitude had to appear unchanged. His absence weighed unexpectedly
heavy on Harry, and despite the looks of quiet sympathy from his godfathers,
finding space between Molly's unasked for remodelling of various rooms and his
friends overwhelming presence was near impossible. His temper shortened, and
none of his friends seemed to notice, or care. His thoughts circled around that
soft kiss, and it haunted his daydreams to the point where Sirius began to
gently tease him when they were alone. He knew his feelings towards the dark
man had changed since his rescue, but his feelings towards the others who had
made his summer so memorable also occupied his thoughts. He missed Severus's
presence though, and the jumble of emotions his absence caused were confusing
enough without the chaos of the invasion, as he and his godfathers termed it.
 
Severus carefully counted out the last few seconds before dropping in the fine
shavings of mandrake root, smiling in satisfaction as the liquid inside turned
the correct shade of magenta. It was turning out to be harder than he expected,
keeping Voldemort alive in order for Harry to kill him, but the longer he
appeared to be a threat, the greater the appreciation there would be for his
ending. Typically Wormtail had botched the rebirth potion, and the spirit of
Voldemort was degrading with the body that, composed of his enemy's blood and
unwilling father's bone, constantly fought against him. The five Horcruxes
surviving (excluding Harry) had been torn from their holders and reunited to no
avail, and now the being that had rained fear and death over Wizarding Britain
in the 1970's till the Potters' demise lived from potion to potion, acting only
through intermediaries to achieve any of his aims. It would be pitiful, if it
didn't give Severus a case of the warm and fuzzies.
No, his aim was to keep Voldemort alive only as long as need be. Without even
the strength to cause Harry pain through the trapped soul fragment in his scar,
the worst Voldemort could do was send visions created solely via his
imagination. Unable to attend raids, he paced the old Riddle Manor fretfully,
his faithful followers rotting away as ever in Azkaban and his more...pragmatic
followers, such as the Malfoy's doing all they could to repair damaged public
profiles while paying lip service to the madman with his wand on the Mark.
Raids were small and heavily researched to avoid exposure, concentrating on
property rather than people. Faithfully reporting on Voldemort's long term
schemes, Severus kept the likelihood of his actually being able to achieve any
of them to himself when reporting to the order; the burning buildings spread
more fear, ironically, in the Wizarding papers than the wholesale slaughter of
muggles had ever done, and kept the alert status of the Order high.
The most he had to fear from the Dark Lord these days was the cruciatus curse,
which the snake-like being could only manage for a minute at most. Enough to
screw up the entire weekend, admittedly, but Voldemort could no longer divert
the power holding his own body together to produce the Killing Curse, and
Severus' own legilimency kept him aware of the petty power shuffles of the
braver, and more stupid, Death Eaters. Malfoy was simply marking time;
reluctant to put an end to Voldemort himself and thus reducing his own
perceived, but never openly acknowledged, political power, but with no desire,
mercifully, to supplant him, when his projected run for Minister would bear
fruition at the next election due in the Summer. His own status as godfather to
Lucius' son and close friend of Narcissa, protected him against Lucius'
intended whitewashing of his recent past, but a few of their robe-brothers
would be succumbing to sudden illness relatively soon. Dragon pox, knowing
Lucius' methods. Wormtail was done, thankfully. Nagini's last kill had been
portkeyed this morning to the front desk of The Daily Prophet, a present to
Black that even Fudge couldn't deny.
With only five weeks between doses, a schedule that would spiral down as they
became less effective, plus the usual random summons to hear a madman rant that
were at least every ten days or so, then recovery time after cruciatus, and the
amount of time taken up by House business, Dumbledore's most recent order that
Harry be taught Occlumency would have seriously curtailed Severus' own time. As
it was, between detentions, which the Slytherins still reporting home would
expect, the 'remedial potions' he had told Albus the boy actually needed to
pass his Owl, and the Occlumency lessons Albus insisted on, he had plenty of
time to train Harry as he needed. For the first time since Charlie Weasley left
Hogwarts, weeping, Severus was looking forward to the beginning of the school
year. If all went according to plan, it would be Harry's, and his, last at
Hogwarts.
--------
It was the first of September, and owls had begun bombarding Grimmauld Place
from 5am, the time of the first edition of the Prophet. No-one had slept from
then on while Order members flooed in and out with constantly updated
information on the discovery of Peter Pettigrew's body and the resulting
political uproar. Lucius Malfoy, of all people, had demanded a pardon for his
wife's cousin and an investigation into how he had been railroaded into Azkaban
by the previous Government and held there by the current administration
'despite the brave attempts of Hogwarts' students to bring the travesty of
justice to light, repudiated by the Minister himself.' By ten am Fudge had
panicked himself into signing, in a hastily arranged press conference in Diagon
Alley, a full pardon for Sirius Orion Black, covering any and all crimes
erroneously assumed to have been committed in the past thirteen years and
recalling all Aurors from the manhunt. At 10:45 an honour guard of six Aurors
in Dress Maroons was waiting at the Kings Cross Apparition point to escort the
'Honoured war veteran and hero, guardian to the Boy Who Lived and holder of the
Order of Merlin, First Class', to Platform 9 and 3/4 in order to allow him to
see his ward off to Hogwarts in front of a full Press Corps. If nothing else,
Fudge could move fast when favourable press was desperately needed. Harry was
only surprised he wasn't there to hold Sirius' coat.
Their luggage sent ahead by the Ministry, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys were
on the train in record speed. Equally quickly, Hermione dragged Ron away from
the carriage to attend their first prefects meeting, and Ginny, bright red at
being alone in the carriage with Harry, disappeared to look for her friends.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the first peace and quiet he had had for
three days, and settled down with a book on Potions. Not only was he beginning
to really appreciate the 'subtle art and exact science' that Severus clearly
loved, but it made him feel closer to the sharp-tongued yet protective man who
had rescued him this summer. Lulled into sleep by the train, he failed to
notice his friends' return, nor heard them beginning to tell Seamus, Dean and
Neville all about their summer trip.
--------
"Mr Potter, a moment of your time", sneered Professor Snape as the Gryffindors
came up the steps to the Great Hall.
"Bloody hell, mate, that's a new record; we haven't even taken our cloaks off!"
whispered Ron, as Harry shrugged and walked over, making sure to exude the
right amount of sullen resentment in front of the curious crowd."Sir?" he
grated out
"Modify your tone quickly, Potter, unless you wish for the unhappy distinction
of losing your House points before term has officially opened", Severus
snarled. A few of the Slytherins, Draco Malfoy amongst them, sniggered at
Harry's apparent dressing-down. "The Headmaster, for reasons of his own, has
decided that our resident celebrity and ward of the equally famous ex-criminal
Sirius Black should not be permitted to fail his Owls as disastrously as
otherwise possible, and has therefore instructed me to give you remedial
Potions lessons. Much to our equal delight, you will be spending three hours on
Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings, and the entirety of Sundays, in the
Potions laboratory with me, reviewing everything you have clearly not been
bothered to learn in your time here so far. Thanks to your celebrity seeking
actions last year you did not attain passing grades in any of your practicals,
and therefore should consider yourself lucky to not be held back a year, as I
suggested. Instead, you will be occupying my time, my laboratory, and keeping
me from my House, and therefore, Mr Potter, you will not waste this opportunity
as you have wasted your time in my class to date. Are we clear?"
"Crystal clear", snapped Harry, in his most furious tones.
"Tsk, Tsk, Mr Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor for your attitude, and you may
present yourself in my classroom within ten minutes of the end of the Starting
Feast for detention. I do hope you didn't have anything planned for this
evening." Robes swirling, Severus strode off into the Great Hall, leaving a
crowd of stunned Gryffindors and gleeful Slytherins behind.
"What. The. Ever loving. Fu..." started Ron, but "Do Not finish that sentence,
Mr Weasley," came the voice of Professor McGonagall behind him. "Make way for
the First Years, ladies and gentlemen, and instead of lollygagging about the
Entrance Hall blocking the way of everyone else, make your way to your seats
before I start deduct..." Her voice failed as she saw the counters through the
doors clearly recording negative points. "Who, by the love of Morgana herself,
has been stupid enough to lose points for our House already?"
Heads swivelled to look at Harry, and she sighed deeply. "Mr Potter, the
Headmaster has informed me of the special circumstances you are under, but the
only thing keeping you in Quidditch right now are the free evenings you still
have allowing you to complete your homework. If you start accruing detentions
and demerits, you will simply not have time to play on the House team. Remember
this, Mr Potter, and moderate your behaviour accordingly, as I have every
intention of our retaining the Quidditch cup this year, up to and including
training a new Seeker myself."
With that bombshell she ushered them into the hall ahead of the First Years, in
order that the Sorting could begin. Another bombshell awaited them. There at
the staff table sat no other than Lucius Malfoy.
-------
It was midnight before the snores and soft noises from his dorm mates convinced
Harry it was safe to leave his bed. Swathed in his invisibility cloak, Harry
moved quietly down the stairs. The only people left in the common room were the
twins and Angelina, evidently reacquainting themselves intimately after their
summer apart, and therefore oblivious to the slight draught and click coming
from the portrait door. Still blushing from the erotic sight, Harry made his
way through the corridors and stairwells to the dungeons, referring at every
turn to the map in his hand to avoid the patrolling Filch and McGonagall.
Severus's marker was returning to his quarters, and a quiet burst of speed
ensured that Harry was at the door waiting by the time he got there, his cloak
draped over his arms.
Severus raised an eyebrow, but courteously gestured for Harry to enter his
rooms ahead of him. Once inside, he folded Harry into his arms, and softly
kissed the top of his hair. Used by now to such signs of affection from his
once hated professor, the tension physically drained from Harry's small frame
as he melted into the protective embrace.
"I thought I wouldn't see you again until tomorrow, not that I am displeased,
little one. Is everything alright?"
Harry wordlessly shook his head, and Severus guided him over to the small sofa
by the fire. "Is it the stomach pain again? I have asked Sirius and Remus to
research both it and diagnosis spells, but in case it is something that can be
used against you I would rather keep it from Pomfrey and the Headmaster. We
know there is nothing malignant, at least, but I still think it might be
Inheritance based. Are you in pain?"
Harry sighed. "A little, but the painkiller you gave me helped. It's just... It
was all a bit much today. Everyone is so loud, and they were all staring at me,
and asking me about Cedric and Voldemort. And when they weren't doing that,
they were going on about the Remedial Potions. It's just too much, already. I
wish..." He fell silent.
"Go on, Harry", Severus encouraged, gently.
"I just wish I could have stayed at Grimmauld Place, but...but then, you
wouldn't have been there. I... I need, I mean, I want..."
Severus kept his voice and expression soft, though inside he was whooping with
glee. "Little one, it's alright. Tell me what you need. I hope you know by now
you can tell me anything."
Harry burrowed his face towards Severus's chest. "I didn't feel right in the
tower, and I just wanted to be here. With you. I'm sorry."
Severus could have shouted with joy. He tilted Harry's face up towards him, and
waited until Harry made eye contact.
"Don't ever apologise, dear one, for saying what is in your heart. Especially
not to me. I am glad you came here, Harry, on a selfish level, I admit. I wish
we could be with the others, but at least I have your company. I will confess,
I missed being with you."
There was no mistaking the glow of happiness in Harry's eyes at Severus words,
and without thinking he raised his face to kiss Severus's lips, before freezing
in panic. Severus raised his hand and gently stroked his face, and the look of
panic left his eyes. "Oh, little one, I cannot tell you how happy you just made
me. But here, in this place, I am your teacher. It is all that stops me, Harry,
from kissing every part of you, but it has to stop me. The magical contacts we
sign as teachers forbids us from physical interaction in that way with our
students, you see, but never fear that I don't return your affections."
Harry paled. "I haven't got you into trouble, have I?"
Severus laughed, and hugged him closer. "No, Harry, but the thought that you
were worried for me says so much about you. I did not initiate the kiss, nor
respond, nor follow it with my own, so the magical penalty does not apply. My
emotions are not penalised or recorded, only my actions, and while Teachers am
allowed to hug their pupils, which comes about for many reasons, intimacy is
not permitted beyond that. So we are safe for our actions thus far."
Harry blushed. "Sir, you said..your emotions?"
Severus looked affectionately at the boy in his arms. "Oh Harry, surely you
know how I, as well as the others, feel about you? How cherished you are? How
you have become our light, our linch-pin, our centre, just for being you, with
none of the nonsense others try to dump on you?"
Harry's face fell slightly. "Oh, I hoped, I mean, I thought... I wanted you
to..."
Severus stroked his face softly once more. "Harry, I fell in love with you this
summer. You know I never hated you as I appeared to, having to hide from both
the Dark Lord and others, but always I saw you as Lily's son. This summer, I
saw you. I saw Harry, and you won my heart. I'm not alone though, dearest one.
I will leave the others to speak for themselves, but you saw from Sirius and
Remus that love is inclusive, not exclusive, and I would never keep you from
those who truly love you, or those who you love. I saw you with Bill, and it
made me happy to see you being loved. I promise you, I will never confine you,
or shut you away from love and life, and once I am not your teacher nothing
would make me happier than to love you openly and proudly."
Harry turned his face in towards Severus's robes, and his shoulders shook as he
tried to compose himself. Heart in mouth, Severus could only wait. Had he gone
too far? Said too much? Their plans relied, after all, on Harry's being able to
accept them all as lovers, let alone their intentions once his true potential
was unlocked. His fears were allayed when Harry raised his beaming face, alight
with happiness and love.
 
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"Settle down", came the cultured drawl from the front of the Defense Against
The Dark Arts Classroom. "As you are no doubt aware, the position of DADA
teacher has been difficult to sustain in recent years, and the Board of
Governors has decided to appoint one of their own to the position. I have been
asked to ensure that you are ready for your OWLS. There will be no House
rivalries permitted in this classroom; such pettiness has no place in a
survival situation where your only potential ally might be a Slytherin or
Griffindor; you will learn to put aside such nonsense and work effectively
together in random pairings. You will learn to unite strengths in Defense or
Offense, in shielding or curses, and you will do that with no regard to where a
hat placed you on the basis of whether you had one of four defining traits at
age eleven. Miss Granger, please give those definitions to me now."
Hermione looked slightly puzzled, but gave her answer. "Hogwarts: A History
gives them as Intelligence, Loyalty, Courage and Reason. Secondary traits are
Ambition, Protectiveness, Action and Analysis."
"Word for word from the source, Miss Granger. Ten points to Griffindor. As you
will note, nowhere in that list are the words Dark, Light, Good, Evil,
Superior, Inferior, Stupid or Unpleasant, whether implied or stated. There have
been dark wizards from Gryffindor, light witches from Slytherin; illiterates in
Ravenclaw and turncoats from Hufflepuff; indeed, from every house. To dismiss
all Slytherins as cunning plotters is as ridiculous as dismissing all
Gryffindors as brain-dead muscle, and in this class such pathetic and
inaccurate stereotypes will not be tolerated, as indeed should not be tolerated
within this school. Miss Granger, you will be working today with Mr Zabini. Mr
Nott, you will work today with Mr Longbottom. Mr Potter, you will be working
with Miss Bulstrode. Miss Parkinson, with Mr Weasley."
In this way the class was paired off, amidst some mutters, not least from Draco
and Seamus, which was quickly quelled by Lucius's control of the classroom.
Dummies at the front of the classroom were quickly revealed as being the
attacking force which the pairs had to defend against and force into retreat.
To Harry's surprise, Millicent Bulstrode effortlessly maintained a perfect
protego, enabling him to concentrate on hexing the dummies into their
retreating mode. While Neville's shield was weak, his new wand had obviously
helped him channel his magic more effectively, which meant that his hexes had
more power than any of the class had thought possible from the shy boy, and
Theo quickly reinforced the shielding and provided effective back up.
Most surprising of all were the team of Pansy and Ron. Although they started
off poorly, with both concentrating on attacking rather than defense, allowing
a nasty cutting hex to hit Ron's wand hand; Pansy quickly threw up a mirror
shield, a spell that created a temporary bubble around the pair that reflected
all attacks from the dummies, causing one to shut down. Unseen from outside the
bubble, Pansy cast a wordless healing spell, and in the seconds that the shield
protected them both, Ron swiftly laid out a strategy. The shield dropped, and
the two exploded from their crouch, disarming and binding the remaining dummies
within seconds.
"Thirty points each to Weasley and Parkinson, for an exemplary use of
battlefield healing and counter-strategy. Three feet each on the benefits and
demerits of assigned roles versus the benefits and demerits of spontaneity for
your next class, to be worked on in your current pairs. Dismissed. Mr Potter,
Miss Parkinson, Miss Bulstrode, remain behind."
Perplexed, Harry packed his bag, exchanging shrugs with both Ron and Millicent
as they followed their instructions.
"This class will be using Teacher's Aides for various lessons. I want you all
next week to begin study groups for everyone in your year across all Houses on
the spells you used today. Miss Bulstrode, I doubt that Professor Flitwick
could maintain a Protego Shield as strong as you showed today. I'd like you to
focus on that with your groups. Mr Potter, your Expelliarmus is exceptional,
and is a spell that is often undervalued and thus not defended against
effectively. I would be pleased to see each of your year able to put power and
accuracy behind that spell by Christmas. Ms Parkinson, although we were unable
to see the healing charm you used in action, we all saw the wound before and
after healing. Battlefield medics are vital in action, so your tuition in this
would be greatly appreciated. I will assign groups to you all, and of course
you will be expected to attend each other's until you have mastered the skills.
Dismissed."
--------
The first week passed quickly. The quality of work expected had ramped up
significantly from the previous year across all year groups, and the OWLS and
NEWTS year groups in particular groaned at the sheer amount of work expected
from them. Harry quickly learned to live for his 'remedial potions' with Snape,
for although Severus worked him hard, there was time at the end of each session
to relax in each other's company; to go over the revelations pulled gently out
of Harry's mind from Severus even as he guided him through the first steps of
organising and protecting his mind. The meditative exercises were making a
large difference to the quality of Harry's sleep, and just being absent from
the overwhelming noise in Gryffindor Tower for those few hours a week was
helpful. There was nothing Harry looked forward to more than curling up against
Severus's chest while the bigger man ran his fingers through his messy hair,
absently trying to tease it into place. In his turn, Severus savoured the
subconscious submission from the petite boy, as well as the growing trust he
displayed.
--------
The club sat around the table in Grimmauld Place late on Friday evening.
"Harry fell asleep in my lap last night", began Severus, "so I was able to run
the complete diagnostic spell over him. As we hoped, the potions have activated
the latent hermaphroditism. He'll need more potions, which I can stagger
carefully over the year so that the change doesn't complete externally before
his next birthday, but there are already ovaries forming."
"Is it painful? Is he ok?" demanded Sirius.
"From what he has said, a little, but because we are going slowly with the
process the pain is easily controllable with mild painkillers. His friends are
used to his using these anyway because of the headaches caused by the scar, so
it hasn't caused any comment, nor is he aware as yet of the reason. I think
that this should be something we all 'discover' at Christmas while he is here."
Remus nodded. " I've been talking this over with Sirius and Bill, and we had
already thought of how to handle the reveal. Christmas works; we can then say
we are spending the Spring term looking up possible issues, and present the
bonding circle as the only workable protection to him at Easter. We then have
his OWLS exams, after which he can legally leave school. Sirius's guardianship
rights were activated by his pardon, so Dumbledore has no say now in the
decision process."
Bill spoke up. "According to books we found in the library here, there are
ancient laws concerning the control of such beings, else they become ministry
property for breeding and power control. A hermaphrodite must be bonded to a
circle. The circle has to contain opposites, presumably to make it more
unlikely that a hermaphrodite can form one, thus putting them under ministry
control almost automatically."
Sirius continued: "So, a circle has to have a man and a woman; a wizard and a
beast; a bonded pair; a blood-bonded pair (eg brothers); one Light, one Dark;
one parent, one child; one lover and one enemy; one Master, one Servant; one
pure, one despoiled, the total not to exceed thirteen members. The more
members, the more powerful the circle; however, from what I can see, the most
stable are ten or less. We also found that the largest circles usually found
themselves under attack from authority due to their perceived threat."
 
"But there are more pairings than the circle maximum, so how is that possible?"
asked Charlie with concern tinging his voice.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Sirius said, "but I would interpret it as meaning
that some of those pairings have dual or more roles. For instance, Remy and I
are a bonded pair, he's also considered a 'beast' by the ministry, though not,
obviously by anyone here. Plus he's an Alpha, so covers the Master role.A blood
bonded pairing are either going to be siblings or parent and child, and could
also cover the 'despoiled and virgin' criteria, as obviously a parent is no
longer a virgin, so technically 'despoiled'. Although it might refer to a rape
survivor."
Severus nodded, gravely. "It would surprise no-one here, I suspect, if I let it
be known that part of the Marking process, unknown to the supplicant
beforehand, is forced copulation with the Dark Lord himself. Ironically, we
would be more hard pressed to find a virgin. I do, however, have a suggestion
for that, and I suspect that Harry would acquiesce in order to remain out of
ministry clutches. It would also cover other requirements, you see. It would be
you, Sirius, who has the greater problem with my suggestion, and I ask that you
at least listen to my proposal."
Sirius nodded, as Remus threw a none too casual arm around his shoulder.
"With his wife divorcing him over the summer, an acquaintance of mine has
suffered a significant blow to his career aspirations; a blow that bonding with
the first Hermaphrodite this century, let alone Harry Potter, would completely
wipe out. He is also distancing himself from his past inadvisable
entanglements, ones which he was obliged to take up by familial pressure,
though that is not to say he did not participate in some unwise activities."
A soft "Oh Pan" came from Remus, as Sirius clearly began to bristle. It was
clear that the arm draped around his shoulder was all that was keeping him from
bursting out of his chair.
"He approached Dumbledore over the summer and offered him information that even
I am not privy to, in exchange for Albus' protection for his son - he did not
ask for himself. Sirius, he is not quite what you are used to from the man.
Malfoy..." There was a growl from the shared sofa, and Remus pinched Sirius'
mating Mark sharply in order to exert his control.
"Malfoy is powerful, pragmatic, and influential, at least until Narcissa
bolted; more from fear that he would actively support his former Master than
from any fear of her husband. One of the many benefits to this arrangement is
that a Circle lead by a Hermaphrodite, working in unison, is immensely powerful
- the bond would certainly override previous consensual bonds, including not
only your own, Sirius and Remus, but former Master/Servant bonds such as the
Dark Mark. We've already discussed how this would affect both you and I, but
trust me, Lucius would give half his library to be rid of the Mark before the
Dark Lord falls in order to be openly disassociated from him. Add into that the
political status he would regain and surpass, he needs us as much, if not more,
than we do him at this stage."
"Well if we don't need him that much, why is this even being discussed?"
snarled Sirius. Surprisingly, it was Remus who answered.
"Because with this, Lucius is going to be the next Minister of Magic, and all
of us, including Harry,will have a level of political protection that even
Albus can't undermine. And with the bond, he will be unable to work against
us,even if he could desire that with the bond in place. Plus that gives us our
Dark Mage, because we all know that the Malfoy inheritance is dark even if they
never utter a Dark curse, just like the Black Family Magics - but, while you
would count for that too, Siri, Malfoy brings us probably the only enemy of
Harry's who, without his father, has no real influence to deny the bond;
Draco."
"And, despite the rumour mill, I can guarantee you that Draco Malfoy is a
virgin, and will be until his bonding day, as Lucius and I both worked the
wards upon him to ensure that would remain the case." Severus nodded. "As the
main root of their enmity appears to have been Draco's perception that Harry
rejected his friendship in their first year, I cannot see it lingering past a
bonding such as this."
"Are they even gay?" Charlie asked. "It's all immaterial if they aren't going
to be able to consummate the bonding"
Severus smirked, as Sirius growled again. "As both Sirius, Remus and myself can
personally attest, Lucius is definitely interested in his own gender. There is
a reason, after all, that Draco is an only child, and as his personal potions
provider I can guarantee that no other attempts were made. As for Draco, I am
his godfather and mentor, after all. My personal belief is that he and Harry
will get on very well, once the air is cleared between them. And, let us all be
honest here, we have all agreed that both the Malfoy men have more than
sufficient appeal physically to be considered."
Remus spoke up. "Love, no-one is going to force you to have Lucius as a
bondmate, but he is a logical choice. To be honest, the biggest issue is going
to be finding a woman who is prepared to bond with mostly gay men. I'd suggest
Hermione, but with her background, polyamorous relationships might not be
something she can adapt to."
Bill blushed. "I might be able to handle that. I started seeing Fleur Delacour,
the quarter-Veela who represented Beauxbaxtons over summer, and, well, she's
fine with my being bi and poly, put it like that. She also has a crush on Harry
anyway, and her family are more of a flock, so I think she would accept a
formal courting from a circle."
"Ok, so we have Harry as the centre, then we need to list this out. Pass me
some parchment" stated Charlie.
The categories were laid out.
Man: Harry.
Woman: Fleur
Wizard and Beast: Severus and Remus
Choice Bonded Pair: Sirius and Remus
Blood Bonded Pair: Charlie and Bill
Parent and Child: Lucius and Draco
Lover and Enemy: Bill and Draco
Master and Servant: Remus and Lucius
Despoiled and Pure: Severus and Draco
"That's a circle of nine. Powerful to take down a full strength Voldemort, let
alone the shadow he actually is, but stable and not a threat, certainly not to
a Ministry where Lucius is the Minister. Assuming Sirius can accept Lucius, of
course", Severus noted. Sirius sighed. "I won't deny I have problems with that,
but if he's cutting himself off from SnakeFace, then other than being a smarmy
bastard and the whole diary thing, he's not really done much to get in Harry's
way. I'll need to give it some time to get used to the idea, but Sev's made
good points. I take it you'll be recruiting him, Sev?"
"With ease, I suspect. The chance to play with Harry alone would draw him in;
he is exactly Lucius's type. The power of a bonded circle and being one of a
hermaphrodite's mated would entice pretty much anybody, which is why we'll need
to swear him and Draco to an Unbreakable Oath before we tell him of Harry's
status."
"Hogsmeade Weekend is in five weeks, yes?" asked Sirius. "I think Harry would
appreciate a visit home, don't you? Perhaps accompanied by his favourite
teacher? I think it's time to take the next step, and have a nice get-together
with friends."
***** Letters Of Intent *****
Harry smiled to himself, lost in thought as he gave Hedwig her owl treat, and a
little bacon from his plate. Standing, he caught Severus' eye, and the Potions
Master gave him his best glower - a look that Harry now knew to interpret as
'My quarters, now!'
Ron and Hermione barely looked up as he mumbled "See you later-Potions" in
their general direction. Since their holiday together, the two had been
inseparable, and Harry was definitely feeling the third wheel. It didn't bother
him as much as he would have thought. Since Severus showed him Sirius's mirror,
and the letters from both Sirius and Remus had grown less, well, godparent-ish
in tone, to say the least, Harry was walking around in a hormone stew of his
own.
Severus enjoyed reading the letters aloud to him, along with the ones the
bonded pair sent to him, which were, if anything, even more steamy. He would
lie on the chaise lounge in Severus's quarters while Severus reclined against
the headboard of his bed, reading the letters aloud in that sinful voice,
scenarios involving either or both of them. It was blatantly clear that Sirius
and Remus found them both attractive. The weekend before Severus had enlarged
the mirror so they had both been able to see the couple from their respective
places in the room, a safe enough distance for the wards on Severus as a
Professor not to be triggered. Severus had smoothly directed the couple
sprawled on their own bed through different activities as depicted in their
letters, while Harry had, frankly, come, at first untouched in his pants and
then, encouraged gently by the three adults closest to him, by taking himself
in hand and masturbating to their instructions.
He walked, somewhat stiffly, out of the Great Hall, unnoticed by most of the
scattering of students and staff still there. A pair of silver grey eyes
tracked him out of the room.
Lucius stood, and beckoned to his son to follow him. The pair moved smoothly
through the students milling around the Entrance Hall and down the steps
heading towards the Lake. The late autumn colours rippled in the wind, chasing
leaves across the grass in front of them.
"You are still watching him, Draco. I thought you had agreed to control
yourself around him this term?"
Draco sighed, somewhat impatiently. "I haven't argued with him all term,
Father. Not even with his friends. I'd be surprised if any of them had even
noticed though - he's walking around in a fog, most of the time, and the
gruesome twosome are so absorbed in each other they don't even notice him, let
alone me."
"Nevertheless, Draco, it is important for us that Potter stops seeing either of
us as a threat. Our previous Master is not someone we should be associating
ourselves with now; you saw that for yourself. There will undoubtedly be a
confrontation at some point, probably within the next eighteen months, and
those who are aligned with Potter in some way will prosper alongside him. This
is why I took the role here, Draco, to be seen to be the one training him and
his friends and win some measure of trust. We cannot afford for you to
undermine that, even by perception. Staring at him in the Great Hall, with your
common history, will not be seen with friendly eyes."
"It's not that, Father. There's just... There's just something about him this
year that I can't explain. He's everywhere. It's driving me crazy."
"You are a Malfoy, Draco. You have a singular obligation to our House, and
while I empathise with your current situation I must emphasise that you give no
indication of your inclination before the Line is secured. I will not have the
House sullied by a Contract, do you understand?"
Draco closed his eyes to avoid his instinct to glare in fury, and schooled his
features into the pureblood mask of indifference before replying. " I would, of
course, do nothing to risk the House of Malfoy, Father, and will follow your
example. I am scheduled to attend Granger's study group in ten minutes, with
your permission I will take your leave?" He waited politely for his father's
nod before turning back towards the castle.
Lucius watched his son go, knowing full well the tumult of emotions whirling
through him. At fifteen he himself had realised his sexuality would endanger
his House's continuance, and had secured his betrothal to Narcissa, his best
friend. She, unlike Miss Parkinson, had been well aware of his preferences, but
being fairly disinterested in such pursuits herself, had accepted his hand in
the private understanding that they would only have to engage in intimacy until
the Line was secured.
Lucius had considered himself very fortunate. Abraxas Malfoy, a wizard as Dark
as his hair was fair, would never have accepted his son's sexuality, nor the
standard for acknowledged homosexuals needing to continue the family name,
which was to enter into a Contract arrangement to endure offspring. The
resultant children were legitimate, though there was the taint of scandal upon
the family that would trigger well bred gossip, laughter and speculation,
gossip that people with his and Draco's political aspirations could not afford.
He was actually considering making an offer to Cariadoc Bulstrode on Draco's
behalf, if Draco couldn't get it together by the end of the year. While
Milicent wasn't the prettiest bloom on the bush, there was talent and power in
her magic, and it wasn't as if Draco would be interested in her looks anyway.
The idea of Parkinson... It had been one thing idly talking it over when the
children were small, but five weeks into the term and Lucius had already
decided he could not bear the thought of her nasal voice starting and ending
each day at the Manor. Gods, if only Potter were female. That name alone! But
then, if he were female, Lucius would have to find someone else to occupy his
more salacious thoughts...
--------
"'...you are lying, face down on the bed, clearly asleep, your head turned to
the side. A shaft of light from the window falls across the sheet directly over
your tight butt. I look at Remus, who grins back at me. Slowly, we creep into
the room so as not to wake you up, and gently pull the sheet down so we can
look at you. Your skin gleams. I run my fingers down your back. You hum softly,
but you are deeply asleep, and Remus casts Somnolence upon you to keep you
asleep so we can play.' Mmm, I think I like where this is going," purred
Severus's silky smooth voice.
Harry lay on his usual chaise lounge, his robes open exposing his nude chest,
his hand inside the emerald silk boxers Severus had given him. His eyes closed,
he was lost in the picture Severus's voice was painting with Sirius's words. He
looked beautiful.
"We move your legs apart, and gently tie them to the bedposts, your wrists to
the head of the bed. You murmur Severus's name in your sleep, as Remus begins
nibbling his way up your inner thighs. My hand is in your hair, tugging it
gently, and as Remus's lips brush against your tiny hole you moan deliciously.
I can't help myself. Your lips so luscious, parting to moan your unconscious
desire; I run my finger along them and your tongue darts out to lap at it's
tip."
"'Remus licks from your sac to your hole and you shiver and give out that
delightfully slutty moan again. I unfasten my pants as Remus darts his tongue
inside you. You've made him so hard, and he licks and thrusts his tongue inside
you, opening up your sweet hole, stretching you gently open. Your hips buck
into the sheets below you, and you call out Severus's name in a low, husky
gasp. I'm so hard I ache for you, and I rub the tip of my cock over your rosy
lips'. That's it, little one, stroke yourself for me; show me how this makes
you feel."
"'You lap the bead of cream from me like it's the sweetest treat my kitten
could want for, and as I slowly push my cock into your mouth Remus is pushing
his hard prick into your beautiful, fluttering hole. He's so big for you, my
needy kitten, and your hole swallows him in, welcomes him into your tight heat
as he moans out loud for you. Nothing feels so good as your perfect ass
welcoming your Alpha home, and as he moves in and out of you, rubbing your
sweet spot and making you mew with pleasure I push further into your mouth,
sliding over your kitten-rough tongue. Your lips close so naturally around me,
like you were born to suck cock and oh, my little one, you do it so well for
your daddy; so gentle, so firm, you suck me further into your mouth and you hum
around me as Remus thrusts more firmly into your sweet depths. I wish Severus
could see us; how pleased he would be to see you under us, how he could curl up
behind me and open me up like Remus did you, and I thrust into your gorgeous
mouth as I imagine Severus thrusting into me.' Oh, I like that. Would you like
that, darling? I think we could do that without breaching the wards on me -
your God-daddy pumping his thick, luscious cock into your mouth as I thrust
into his hole, fucking him into you..."
Harry's back arched as he came with a hoarse cry, undone at the word pictures
painted so skilfully for him. "Oh, Merlin, little one, look what you have done
to me, you look so beautiful panting there!" Harry opened his eyes to see
Severus thrusting his thick prick into his slicked-up hand, the letter
fluttering onto the floor as he wrung his intense orgasm from deep inside him,
intensified by the sight of his green- eyed boy painted with his own cum, still
breathless himself and transfixed by the sight of the Potion Master shuddering
before him.
-------
"A word, if you please, Severus." Dumbledore rose from the dinner table amid
the clattering of student benches, and the Potions Master obediently turned
back towards him.
"Walk with me, dear boy, and indulge an old man?" Courteously Dumbledore
gestured ahead, and, inclining his head wordlessly, Severus fell into step with
the elderly Headmaster. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Harry and
Neville leaving the Great Hall together as the teachers preceded the Head and
himself through the staff corridor.
"Sirius Black has requested that Harry join him and Remus for their vigil at
Samhain, and I am inclined to grant permission, on the proviso that you are to
escort the child there and back again. Before you bluster, I think we both know
how much you hate both the Halloween Feast and Voldemort's Dark Revel, and my
thought was to spare you either as much as it was to acquiesce to Messrs Lupin-
Black. Do you accept the task?"
Severus allowed his lips to thin out in distaste, but nodded curtly. "I will
grant that not even the mutts' presence is as unpleasant as the alternatives,
and the ritual itself will ensure the boy's inane witterings will be kept to a
minimum. Alright. Am I to presume you intend for me to instruct the boy in the
ritual during one of my many periods of leisure?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "Ah, Severus, your wit is a delight, as ever. That would
be very kind of you."
The dark man snorted. "Please, Albus, spare me from your ascribing perceived
wishy-washy notions to my behaviour. I will not have the brat shaming Lily's
shade, is all, and left to the dogfather and his Alpha, they could hardly fail
to ensure otherwise. If the students were allowed to learn of the rituals here,
accurately, then it wouldn't be an issue; but you know my opinion on this."
"Indeed", sighed the Headmaster, "yours and Fillius' alike, though you know my
intention has always been to minimise Ministry involvement in the school, and
religious teachings of any description could hardly fail to bring them here."
"And yet we have a Halloween feast, and Christmas and Easter school breaks.
Very inclusive." sneered Severus.
Dumbledore sighed. "Like it or not, Severus, most of the Muggleborn, or those
with a Muggle parent, are tied to the standardised Muggle calendar through
their employment, and have their own expectations that the school calendar
should follow. Fillius will lead the rituals here in your absence, for those
with signed permission slips, away from the Great Hall; the Feast will serve as
its' usual distraction, and that is as far as the Board will allow. I fear I
will not see Samhain celebrated here, as I once had hoped, which does rather
neatly lead me to my next point."
He stopped, allowing the staff room door to close behind the trailing scarves
of Sibyl Trelawney.
"I am afraid I must ask you to step up your brewing schedule again, my friend.
Dear Poppy has confirmed the spread, as we expected, and has requested we move
to the daily potion."
Severus looked gravely at the old man beside him, noting professionally the
slight yellow tinge to his skin. "She advised you of the side effects?"
Albus Dumbledore nodded, allowing some of the tiredness to show to the man he
privately considered his dearest friend. "She was very kind. And very blunt.
There are muggle treatments, but they would risk the Statute of Secrecy. The
Unspeakables have yet to determine if one of their newest machines would pick
up on magical cores, and until they have exhausted their tests, with which I am
helping, of course, our Healers cannot be trained with them. By which time it
will be rather a moot point for me. No, I will notify the Board over the summer
that old age is advancing, and that I will need time to hand over the wards and
rituals to my successor."
Wordlessly, Severus clasped the older man's elbow in a show of support. "I will
begin brewing tonight. The first dose will be ready for Friday. I will train
Potter in its preparation; it would help greatly to advance him to an
apprenticeship should he not have done his duty by the time NEWTS are due."
"I would like very much to know that my two boys were working together,
Severus, thank you. Now, can I tempt you to join us? No? Alas!"
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