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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Severus_Snape, Remus_Lupin/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger,
      Ron_Weasley, Albus_Dumbledore, Minerva_McGonagall
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-02 Updated: 2016-03-13 Chapters: 18/? Words: 27645
****** With Love There Is Pain ******
by usghostfire
Summary
     So first work for this site, but I tend to tread darkly.
     Love is found but will it all be for naught? Will they lose it all. A
     love story.
Notes
     So this chapter might seem a bit forced and suggestions always
     welcome. This is my first attempt at this coupling so I decided to
     play with it a bit. Have fun.
***** An Understanding *****
The door locked shut and the two men knew it would be useless trying to force
it; Dumbledore was fed up with them always fighting and he planned to make them
find some sort of peace. Or short of that at least quiet tolerance. So here
they were stuck in one of the spare bedrooms of the house of Black magically
sealed in and without their own magic. Worse still Dumbledore had set it so
only the truth could be spoken within its confines. Bad news.
“Do stop pacing about Black.” Snape commented irritated beyond belief at the
current dilemma he found himself in. Yes he had strong feelings about Black,
feelings that until his return the year prior he hadn’t been forced to examine.
Being stuck in this room with the other man could only end badly.
“Dammit, Snape! It’s not as if I enjoy being locked in tiny places, or have you
forgotten where I spent 12 years of my life?” Black stood attempting to calm
his nerves. Stupid Dumbledore. He hated small spaces, he hated being locked up,
and Snape… Well shit.
“I don’t really care Black, you’re pacing about isn’t going to help get that
door open any sooner.” Snape looked around, it wasn’t a bad room just bare, and
he wondered briefly what its purpose might have been. “We apparently are stuck
here until we come to some sort of understanding.” So not good.
“Thank you captain obvious.” Black responded, yes anger was good it was safe.
“Just how do you suggest we go about doing that seeing as we h-“, the word hate
wouldn’t come out and Sirius nearly panicked before recovering, “that we don’t
get on?” Fuck, this was not good. Sirius realized, talking was bad, talking
could lead to very bad.
“We are it seems going to have to talk it out. Unless you have a better idea?”
Snape replied. This was bad, was it not enough the shame and humiliation he had
to endure during school now, now this? Fuck.
“I might.” Black’s eyes seemed horrified at the words that just left his lips.
“But I’m not suggesting it.” There was no way he wanted Snape to know what had
just flashed through his mind. Stupid.
“Very well.” Severus replied, deciding to remove his robes revealing a pair of
soft gray pants and white buttoned shirt to which he rolled the sleeves up. A
raised eyebrow as he caught Black starring with an unreadable expression. Not
good.
“Er… Where would we start?” Black asked a bit distractedly. He was sure Snape
had noticed his gawking and he could only imagine what the other man thought of
it. A shiver crept down his spine at the thought. ‘Think happy thoughts Siri,
think about puppies and bunnies and soft lips and gentle yet demanding hands
and shit.’ So very not good.
“Why did you hate me that first day on the train?” Snape’s eyes bared down on
the other man with an intensity that was both thrilling and frightening and if
he had any idea what he was doing to him, Snape showed no signs of it.
“I didn’t.” Sirius was caught off guard by the question but not the answer,
funny Snape would have no choice but to believe him on this considering. Funny?
“Really?” Really.
“I felt something strongly that day and I chose to handle it as I did because I
didn’t know what it meant.” Sirius licked his lips, and noticed Snape was no
longer across the room but a mere foot from him, within reaching distance. A
long suppressed desire flared into fire within his veins, leaving a pulsing
tingling in his groin. Crap.
Snape frowned, and stepped closer. “What do you want from me?” Oh no.
“I… please don’t ask that of me.” Sirius found himself begging as the tingling
now became a pressure mounting begging for attention. If Snape stepped any
closer he would be sure to feel the desire Sirius had for him pressed up
against him. Double damn.
“Then what do you suggest?” Snape looked deeply into Black’s eyes, he couldn’t
be sure but he thought he saw a flicker of his own desire reflected in the
other man’s. Shifting uncomfortably he realized his erection which had been
clamoring for attention ever since the door shut was now probably very visible
underneath his pants. He could not step back. Fucking swell.
“This.” Sirius finding at last his Gryffindor courage, leaned forward putting a
hand behind Snape’s head and lower back forcing him closer as his lips captured
the other’s kissing him deeply as if he were a man stranded in the desert and
Snape was water. Fuck it.
The kiss crashed down on Severus lips and he involuntarily stepped into it his
hard erection brushing up against Black’s and the quick intake of breath and
moan that followed he could not be sure if it came from him or the man he was
now pinning against the rough stones. Finally the need for air broke them
apart. “What did you think that would accomplish?” Snape asked a bit
breathlessly. To say he had enjoyed it would be perhaps the understatement of
the year. Doing something quite out of character he reached down in
appreciation of Sirius’s hard manhood screaming against the man’s pants. Yes
fuck it indeed.
Sirius, was a loss for words as passion and desire cascaded upon him. His hand
reaching down covering Snape’s own. “Fuck, Snape. Can’t you tell?” With that he
found Snape’s lips again, his tongue begging entrance. A slight moan escaping
as he was granted access. His excitement raising as he guided Snape’s hand to
rub against his screaming desire still buried under too much clothing. “Oh,
Merlin Snape.” Sirius found himself uttering as the broke apart once again.
“Please.” Fuck it all.
“Are you begging me Black?” Severus quirked an eyebrow. It was a difficult
thing to maintain any decorum when all he wanted was to move this forward a bit
faster. His hand now finally finding a way to release Black’s cock from its
confines and looking down upon it with appreciation. Without real thought he
was on his knees his breath ghosting on the object of his attention. Oh crap.
“Yes.” Sirius all but cried out, a hand wrapping its way into Snape’s hair
begging in his own way for Snape to take him in. A moan escaping as he felt a
gentle wetness surrounding his head. It was almost enough to send him over the
edge right then but he’d been waiting for this all his life and he wanted to
enjoy it. Shit.
Severus experimented playing his tongue along the man’s shaft, a gentle drag of
teeth, his hand cupping Black’s balls, and all he could think was he couldn’t
hold back much longer. Using his free hand he undid his own pants and giving a
last caress with his tongue stood up. “And what is it you want from me?” He
repeated once more. A moment of fear fluttering in his heart as realized there
was no going back and he desperately wanted the man who was writhing in passion
and agony in front of him. Severus knew he wanted more than just this man’s
body, he wanted a life with him. Fuck it all.
“You, Severus, I want you.” Sirius replied using the man’s first name for the
first time in either’s recollection. He was rewarded by the having the man’s
lips crashing back on his own and the feel of Snape’s own erection rubbing up
against his, finally flesh to flesh. The build-up had reached his peak and with
the slight bite of his bottom lip Sirius couldn’t hold back any longer and a
desperate moan escaped his mouth as his hips bucking frantically against Snape.
Dear fucking Merlin.
The writhing bucking man before Severus sent him over the edge as well, and
soon both men were shouting in release to often denied them as their seed mixed
with each other. Even in this moment there was still a lingering fear in Snape,
that this moment of joy was just that a moment and nothing more. Never to
happen again, never to be more. Slowly his sense were returning. Shit. Crap.
Shit.
***** In for a pound *****
Chapter Summary
     A little more of Severus and Sirius, with the random end sentences.
     This will likely be the last chapter with those, or maybe only in
     chapters where it's just Severus and Sirius. What do you think?
Chapter Notes
     Some possible triggers.
Sirius was resting his head against Snape as they both leaned up against the
stone wall directly across from the door, and Severus was peering down at
Black’s hair and not knowing exactly why he leaned down and kissed the crown of
the other man’s head. Sirius looked up at him a quiet hope in his eyes. Snape
sighed then stated, “This doesn’t mean I like you.” Not yet.
Sirius nodded and sighed into himself looking at the lean body he was resting
against, a part of his heart breaking and speaking into himself, “No I suppose
it’d be asking more than I deserve for my first time to be with someone who
cares for me as I do him.” Oh shit.
Snape shifted, “Your first time? What about all those girls?” Snape asked as
the rest of the words sunk in, Sirius sounded like he just said he cared about
him but that couldn’t be life was crazy but rarely in his experience had it
ever been kind to him. Why would now be any different? Being honest with
himself he did care possibly even one day could love Sirius Black. Well crap.
“All they ever did was talk about boy problems, apparently I can be a good
listener when I want.” Sirius didn’t like the defeat he was feeling just then,
but maybe Snape hadn’t heard the part about caring maybe he could just laugh it
off later, or drink it away. Hopefully.
“Ahh, well I would have thought then perhaps you and Remus, I mean were any of
you guys straight aside from Potter that is?” Severus hated himself for even
suggesting such a thing. It was killing him a little inside to even think
about. Damn.
Sirius’s laugh was the characteristic bark only with a bit of an edge to it.
“No, even if I had wanted… Remus isn’t wired that way. He recognizes me as a
pack mate, but not a mate. He’ll wait his whole life until he finds his mate
and then I guess all bets are off. I mean I know waiting for the guy I loved to
notice me forever and that was killer, but Remus has to hope that the person he
instinctually recognizes as a mate can be that for him.” Poor guy.
Snape nodded and unsure as to why he was saying anything at all, “I had hoped
my first time would have been special too, but…” Here he shuddered and Sirius
stirred to wrap his arms around the man who he knew he wanted more with, “I
didn’t get a choice in the matter.” Snape concluded a dead look filling his
eyes as he recalled something Sirius would never want to know happened to this
man in his arms. Snape had always seemed strong, untouchable, and to think
someone had done that to him even as boy was beyond terrible. There really were
no words for it. Fuck.
The gravity of Snape’s words hung heavy in silence, until it clicked and Sirius
looked back up at him. “You mean, you were raped?” Double damn.
Snape just shrugged, he did his best to forget all that had transpired and
never had spoken of it out loud as if by putting it into words it would somehow
make it more real. Now was not the time to dwell however, something Sirius had
said earlier finally registered and he sat up fully leaving Sirius a little
hurt at the sudden distance. “Did you say Remus was waiting for his mate?” Oh
no.
“Er, yeah.” Sirius wasn’t exactly following the change but guessed raped wasn’t
exactly something you just talked about, especially if the man it happened to
was Snape and the man Snape was talking to was him a person who had gone out of
his way to make Severus miserable because he couldn’t accept what he felt.
Heartbreaking.
“I think we may have a problem.” Shit.
“What do you mean?” Sirius suddenly wondered if he had just done something with
Remus’s potential mate, Remus would either kill him or believe he didn’t
deserve any happiness, again. He could lose Remus over this and not just the
friendship but the man. It had been awhile since Remus had tried anything to
that extreme but Sirius knew if he lost his mate it was a very real
possibility. Swell.
“I think it might be, well your g-dson. I inadvertently saw in his head the
morning after he forgot to take his potion and I saw… Well desires for a
certain green eyed boy. I didn’t say anything because those were his private
thoughts, and I know that man has control, but if he sees him as a mate; well
it complicates things a bit. It would only be a major problem if Po-Harry was
also gay and knew how Lupin felt. That boy is too damn impulsive.” Not great.
Sirius stood then getting his clothes put back in their proper order, “I don’t
know about the gay part, but Harry knows.” Dammit all.
Severus matched Sirius actions and was reassembling his own clothing. “How
would he know? I may not be Lupin’s biggest fan but he’s not likely to tell the
son of his best friend who is by the way only fourteen, that he wants to spend
the rest of his life with him.” Not good.
“He knows, he’s a freaking empath. They’ve spent enough time together.” Sirius
wasn’t sure yet if they’d be able to get out. And once more with feeling, fuck.
Severus grabbed Sirius’s arm turning him so they faced each other, “What do you
mean Harry’s a freaking empath?” Hell in a fucking handbasket.
“It runs in the Potter line, but no one outside the family and me and Remus and
you now know, and not only can Harry feel other people’s emotions he can
project emotions too! The last one in the line to do that was his great great
great-grandfather.” Great.
“We got to get out of here now.” End of the freaking world.
“I know, but it’ll be okay. I’m sure if I just explain to Remus-“. A look in
Snape’s eyes stopped him short. So very bad.
“No Sirius, it’s not that. Fuck what Remus feels, him wanting to shag him every
day for the rest of time is not our biggest problem here. We let Dumbledore
send him back to those people. People who hate magic with every fiber of their
being. He just watched someone die and now he’s sitting in a house imbibed with
years upon years of hate. Don’t realize what could happen?” Fucking craptastic.
A look of horror crossed Sirius’s face and he paled visibly. “Why the hell is
he there, then?” Merlin save us.
“Because, no one bothered to mention the boy was an empath and there was no
good reason to move him and risk his safety. Shit, I don’t think Dumbledore
should know this. Shit. If only we could prove mistreatment… I need to get
Weasley and Granger here immediately.” Fucking hell.
“First we have to get out of this room. Do you think we’ve come to an
understanding suitable for the old man?” Not even close.
Severus dropped his hand which had still been holding onto Black’s arm into his
hand and taking a deep breath looked him in the eyes, “I want more than just
this time with you.” Shoot me.
Sirius set his panic for his beloved g-dson for a moment, squeezing Severus’s
hand he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the man’s lips. Breaking away he
looked Snape in the eye, “I do too. I want to have a life where I get to shag
you or you me every day for the rest of time.” A small smile showed on his
face, “And a life where we argue about what to eat for breakfast and laugh at
whatever craziness life throws are way.” In for a penny.
They heard the snick of the latch behind them, a relieved smile spreading over
both men. Now was not the time to figure out their relationship, now was the
time to keep a terrible tragedy from occurring. “I’ll collect his friends and
see if we can get any useful information from them to take to Dumbledore, maybe
you should find Remus and I don’t know, prepare him or something.” Hurry.
“It’s not often I agree with your plans, but on this one we are of the same
mind. A bit scary isn’t it?” Seriously.
With a quick kiss they separated and headed out to find a way to save Harry.
Again.
***** Revealing Conversations *****
Chapter Summary
     Severus talks with his two favorite people. (Sarcasm).
Severus headed towards the basement kitchen grapping a pinch of floo powder and
throwing it into the merrily crackling flames shouting “the Burrow” and
sticking his head. Floo calls were not his favorite way to communicate but as
this was urgent he tried to hold onto his distaste. “Molly, Arthur?” he called
out.
A shuffling of feet came into view and unfortunately he was face to face with
one of the Weasley twins. “Professor Snape? Fancy meeting you here. You come
here often?” The twin winked. Severus always enjoyed the twin’s sense of humor
as well as the fact that they distributed their pranks evenly throughout the
school, but now was not the time to be playing around.
“Bring me one of your parents.” He glared, happy to see even through the floo
he could scare his students into submission.
“Err, yes sir.” Fred or George’s head disappeared and the feet left Severus’s
line of sight. Grumbling to himself he shifted, down on all fours with his arse
in the air and his head in the fire was not a dignified way to remain, and
Severus only possessed so much patience. Suddenly Molly’s head came into view.
“Severus, what can I do for you? Did one of my kids do something again?” Molly
would never tell him so, but she thought as Severus as one of her sons and
always worried about him.
“Not exactly, I have a matter of some urgency I need to discuss with your
youngest son and Ms. Granger, who I believe is staying with you. If you could
send them through I will speak with them here at headquarters and then return
them as soon as possible.”
“Of course.” Molly pulled her head from the flames to gather Ron and Hermione,
whatever it was it must be important, Severus never spoke so much in one go.
Severus pulled his own head out of the fire and waited in the kitchen deciding
how best to approach the subject. If it had been Lupin or Sirius asking the
children the chances for openness would be better, but Sirius was bust talking
with Lupin so it was left to him.
The wait wasn’t long before the familiar “whoosh” notified him of his guest
arrival. “Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, sit I have a matter I need to discuss with
you.”
Ron visibly gulped and looked pale as he took a seat facing the door and
Hermione was visibly pale taking the seat next to Ron. Severus smirked at this
knowing it would further scare them.
“We need to talk about Mr. Potter’s home life.” He stated barely above a
whisper, knowing his tone bore no room for argument. Well almost.
Ron opened his mouth, obviously saying the first thing that came to mind, “Like
you care.” Followed by a yelp and a glare at Hermione, Severus was certain the
girl had just stepped on his foot.
“Sir, what is it you want to know?” Hermione asked hesitantly.
Severus looked at her for a moment as if deciding whether it was a valid
question or not, when in reality he was considering how he should ask. He
didn’t want to “plant” ideas in their heads. He needed honesty if he were to
take this to the headmaster.
“Does he like it there?”
“Of course he doesn’t, those muggles treat him like shit.” Ron said, and
Hermione gasped. Ron looked at her, “What, you know they do. You’ve heard him
talk about how much they make him do.”
“So Potter doesn’t like his home because he has chores?” Severus inquired
snarkily, this was getting him nowhere and he was about to send them back when
Hermione spoke.
“Sir, it’s not just normal chores. They make him do all the cooking, cleaning,
and gardening. If he’s lucky he might get a few scarps of food and he didn’t do
anything they think was “freaky” throughout the day. And… and when he does,
they lock him up.”
“Yeah, the put bars on his window and like seven freaking locks on his door.
They shove his food in through a cat flap.” Ron added.
“Have either of you witnessed this with your own eyes?” This was so much worse
than he had thought. Locking up Lily’s son, there was no way Harry was staying
there if that was true, Dumbledore be dammed.
“In the summer before second year, we were all worried when he didn’t respond
to any of our letters. So the twins and I rescued him, we had to yank the bars
out of the house and then Fred, I think, broke the locks keeping Harry in.” Ron
looked frightened even remembering it, “Then as we were leaving his Uncle woke
up and chased us. He basically tackled Harry holding onto his leg.”
Hermione looked her potion’s professor, “Please sir, I’ve seen him come to
school with bruises all over.” She blushed a little when Ron shot her a look.
“When he’s changing into his robes, and his clothes could fit three or four of
him and are always falling apart. Ron wears hand-me-downs and they fit him and
look just fine, but Harry’s are basically glorified rags.” She looked close to
tears.
“Why is it neither of you have ever told anyone this before?” Severus was
furious, with himself mostly for not noticing what had always been in front of
his eyes. The clothes, the disregard for personal safety, and the flinches.
“We didn’t think anyone would believe us, and even if they did they’d ask Harry
and he’d never admit it.” Hermione said, Ron nodding in agreement.
“It’s not that we didn’t try at first.” Ron let out.
“What do you mean?” Severus asked deathly quiet.
Hermione looked down at the table, and Run gulped once more before mustering
his courage, “Harry asked the headmaster if he couldn’t stay the summer instead
of going home at the end of second year and was told it no. When Hermione and I
found out we went to Professor Dumbledore.”
“We told him what we knew, what we’d seen.” Hermione looked very angry at the
memory, “He just smiled and said that if such a thing were happening Harry
would have mentioned it and that we were not to let our imaginations get the
better of us.”
Severus was grateful his hands were hidden by the kitchen table, and also that
Sirius and Remus were not currently present. All hell was about to come raining
down it was time to get these students back to the burrow. He would not need
them to convince Dumbledore of the move. He knew about the abuse and had done
nothing. Severus stood.
“Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, I trust you to keep this conversation to yourself.
Don’t make me regret not obliviating your memories. You are to return to the
Burrow. If anyone asks, I was talking to you Ms. Granger about the possibility
of becoming a tutor the younger years as they may need for potions, and I
wanted Mr. Weasley here so there could be no accusations of impropriety on my
part.”
“Yes sir.” They both replied standing up and heading to the fire, Ron going
first. Hermione looking back, “Professor Snape,” she hesitated, “you are going
to help Harry aren’t you?”
Severus evaluated her for a moment, then nodded.
***** Truths are Always Complicated *****
Chapter Summary
     Sirius and Remus discuss Harry.
Sirius found Remus sitting in the library with a book. No real surprise there,
and Sirius smiled at the familiarity of it. Sometimes it was good to see that
even after all the shit he’d faced, been put through that Remus was in many
ways unchanged from the timid eleven year old boy he’d met all those years ago.
Stepping into the room Remus sniffed and looked up.
“I see that you have found a way to appease Dumbledore’s conditions. Did you
finally tell Severus you love him then?”
Sirius crossed the space separating them and sat down in a chair across from
the other man. “Not exactly no.” He looked at his friend. Even after what
Severus had said, could it really be true that the man was in love with Harry?
“Ah, well then. What did you two talk about then?” Remus eye’s twinkled.
Sirius knew that Remus knew, or at least had a very good idea, what happened,
but the damn werewolf was going to make him say it. “Remus, if you really want
details, I’d be more than happy to tell that his cock is the-“he was cut off by
Remus throwing the book he had been enjoying rather accurately at his head.
“Hey you asked.”
“Not for details.” Remus replied a wry smile on his face. “So, I know you
didn’t go as far as actual sex, your smell hasn’t changed that much, his is
just all over you.”
“Remus you take all the fun out of life sometimes, you know that right?”
“It’s a gift.” Remus replied reaching for the cup of tea head on the table.
Silence fell, but as it was normally something comfortable, the nervous
shifting of Sirius was making it extremely awkward. Remus shot him a
questioning look.
“Well, there was something that came up that I need to talk with you about.”
“Please Siri, tell me you’re not going to ask about how to men do it are you?”
The look of horror that was on his face was enough to make Sirius laugh
breaking some the tension.
“No you git, I know where to put my dick should I ever get a chance.” He found
himself slightly satisfied at the tint of green now coloring Remus’s face. “No,
do you remember the end of last year… when you forgot to take your potion?”
“Yes.” Remus replied tightly. He did not like to remember that night.
“Well, I’m not sure if you remember, but Dumbledore had Severus look through
your memories, to ensure you hadn’t, well you know…” This was never an easy
topic between the two friends. Remus hated being a werewolf. Hated himself as a
result.
Okay.” The green tint to his skin now was not as funny.
“Look whatever he saw he never said, until today.” Sirius looked up into his
friend’s light brown eyes briefly before looking away.
“Oh, shit. Did… Did I do something? Hurt someone? Ki-kill someone?” Remus’s
voice cracked at the last and the fear that was always within him threatened to
overwhelm him entirely.
“Calm down, Remus,” Sirius walked around the table and sat down next his friend
drawing him into a hug. “It’s nothing to do with that. That’s just when he
found out something else.”
“What did he find out?” Remus asked miserably, relieved that he had not harmed
anyone other than himself that fateful night but still scared about what secret
had been revealed.
“That you had found your mate.” Sirius replied to the top of the man’s head and
felt Remus flinch slightly at the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me it was
Harry?” He asked as gently as he could. The thought disturbed him on some
levels and on others he was completely fine with it.
Remus pulled from the hug but kept his hand in Sirius’s, as if he were afraid
that once all this was discussed he’d never again know human kindness. “I was
scared, alright. He’s your g-dson, he was only 13 at the time, I was his
professor, best friends with his parents, and how was I supposed to tell you
that kind of thing?”
“Honestly, Remus I don’t know. I trust you. I know you would never force
yourself on someone who didn’t want it, but Harry…” He trailed off trying to
make sense of his own thoughts.
“I know it’s Harry, it’s wrong. I’m old enough to be his father.” Remus looked
at his friend. “I hate this, I didn’t choose it, and I will wait until he’s
ready. I can’t change it.” He looked down, tears threatening to fall and
wondering slightly if Sirius might kill him now.
“I know you can’t change this, but I need more than just you agreeing to wait
until he’s ready. He’s my family for fuck’s sake.”
“I’ll leave, I won’t talk to him be around him…” He moved to get up as if he
were going to do just that and fear flashed before him as Sirius took a tighter
hold on his wrist twisting him off balance a pushing him onto the couch with
Sirius straddling him.
“No.” Sirius said.
“No?” Remus asked back. Crap, was Sirius really going to kill him?
“You don’t just get to run away. If he’s your mate, than on your head be it,
but if you touch him in anyway before he’s of age, even if he comes on to you,
I’ll cut your fucking head off and I don’t mean the one you talk out of. If you
touch him in any way he doesn’t want even if he is of age, or force him, I’ll
kill you.” Sirius stared into Remus’s both men not even thinking of how their
position would look to an outsider, like the one standing in the doorway.
Severus watched in silence as Sirius waited for an answer. A small smile
threatened to grace his face as he thought of how easy it would be just then to
completely screw with Sirius’s mind-that is if the man truly cared for him
which considering the rules of the room he had no choice but to believe.
“I…” Remus gulped, he had seen Severus standing in the doorway out of the
corner of his and suddenly a whole new set of fears came to light. He was so
going to die at the hands of one of these two tonight. Maybe both. Sirius was
still waiting for answer though, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He looked
into Sirius’s eyes as he said this.
“Good, now that you two have that settled…” Severus stated walking entirely
into the room. He may care for Sirius, but this had simply been too tempting to
pass over, after all he had been tortured by the man of his desire for seven
solid years. There was nothing wrong with a little light-hearted payback.
It was almost too funny, as Sirius realized how he’d pinned Remus, and that
Severus had seen them. The horror that crossed his face was pure. Severus would
never believe anything he said. He’d blown his chance before he’d even gotten
to use it. He practically ran away from the werewolf, who despite knowing the
situation looked grim for both of them couldn’t help but laugh as Sirius
tripped over the table and landed on his ass.
“If you’re quite done the dramatics, Siri I have things I need to discuss with
the two about what I discovered from his friends.” He looked at Remus who was
trying and failing to regain control of his laughter, and though he would deny
it, winked and gave a slight smile. Remus, nearly lost his hard won control
again.
“Severus, we… I… we… wait did you just call me Siri?”
“Indeed.” Severus rolled his eyes and took a seat.
“So you’re not mad then?” Sirius sat down next him a hopeful hand resting the
potion master’s leg.
“Oh I am, but not about anything the occurred in this room tonight.” He looked
at Sirius’s hand and placed his over it, an electric tingle shooting through
his body. “I shall show rather than tell, so both of you pay attention.”
“Wait.” Sirius said quickly and when Severus graced him with a questioning look
he continued turning to look at Remus who saw the serious turn and all light-
heartedness that filled the room moments before fled. “Remus, I needed to talk
with you about Harry because, remember how he’s an empath.”
“Of course I do, but if you’re worried he’ll have figured out my feelings for
him than I think we’re okay. Remember James at his age, he was convinced that
everyone was in love with each, because he couldn’t discern the complexities of
varying degrees of love.”
“Oh yeah, remember when he thought Peter was in love Lily and nearly decked
him?” Severus cleared his throat and Sirius took that as a suggestion to get
back on topic, “Right, anyways that was only part of the concern. We have
reason to believe that the house he lives in could send him over the edge after
the year he’s had. Apparently those muggles he lives with hate him.”
“Oh, shit. Severus, shit. You realized this when you found out Harry was empath
didn’t you?”
“Yes, and after the conversations I just had I feel time is of the essence. Now
watch.” Severus summoned a pensive and pulled out his memories from earlier so
the other two could watch.
Both Remus and Sirius looked ready to kill a whole army after what they had
heard. “Now, I don’t believe Dumbledore should be involved, in fact I don’t
think he’d really notice if we took the boy it doesn’t seem he ever checks up
on him if this sort of thing is allowed to happen.” Severus said to both men.
“Fine but we are getting him out of there tonight.” Sirius said and Remus
nodding to show he agreed.
“I agree, but you have to stay.” Sirius opened his mouth to argue and was
shocked when Severus placed a kiss on his lips. “I’ll not have you get caught
and given the kiss. Remus and I will go.”
Sirius wanted to argue this, looked to his friend who seemed equally stunned by
the kiss he’d just seen and by the fact that he agreed with Severus. “He’s
right, Harry would never forgive himself if you got caught trying to rescue
him.”
“Fine. Get him bring him back here.” Sirius pouted, and Severus placed a
consoling hand on his leg.
***** Death of a Soul *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry and Dudley have a very different encounter in the park.
Chapter Notes
     Okay so this chapter there is a shift from the frivolous to the dark.
     If violence, sexual, emotional or physical is a trigger read no
     further. If incest makes you queasy, stop. If graphic depiction of
     any of this gives you nightmares, find another route but do not
     lightly tread into this chapter.
     You have been warned.
Harry sat on a rusty swing, miserable. He hadn’t been sleeping well since
returning to his Aunt and Uncle’s. At least he was still allowed outside, but
how long that would last was anyone’s guess. He shivered for the strange cold,
but he was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, it didn’t even occur to him he
was cold. He was used to the cold, he was used to nightmares as well, but none
were something he had ever been able to attach real world events to, Cedric
haunted his thoughts even in sleep.
Being as unaware as he was, it was no wonder that his cousin and the boys he
ran with were almost on top of him before he registered the danger. Harry could
have kicked himself for letting his guard down so much. He could think of at
least six people who would lecture/yell at him for such a thing, but he also
found that he didn’t really care. If he got bet up than he deserved it, after
all Cedric’s death was on his hands.
“Oh, look it’s poof Potter.” Dudley called to his mates by way of greetings.
The boys had circled Harry, he had no chance of running, but didn’t care
really.
“Cheers, Dudders.” Calling the boy by one of his mother’s pet names for him,
admittedly taunting him.
“Fuck you Potter.”
“Such a brilliant retort, but mind you don’t let your mum hear her precious
Duddikims speaking such vulgarity.” Harry replied, although he wonder at the
wisdom of taunting him, but if there was going to be a fight he may as well get
it over and done with. He also wondered if Dudley understood the word
“vulgarity”, to say he wasn’t exactly good with vocabulary was a bit of an
understatement. Dudley’s eyes narrowed regardless and with a jerking motion two
of his cronies had Harry by the arms.
“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem, you fucking faggot. Spending your nights
moaning over some bloke. If you insist on making me listen to your moaning,
it’ll be coming from me and my mates.” Dudley advanced on Harry who could do
little as hit was hit square in the gut then dragged to a nearby table where he
was turned to face it. Dudley or one of his friends pushing him so he was bent
over the table face down and his arms held over his head.
“What the fuck is this shit?” He shouted as the reality of what was about to
happen sunk in. Wildly he tried to kick out, but a hand grabbed a handful of
hair and slammed his head down leaving him dazed but still conscious.
“Shut up, I’m just giving you a taste of what the rest of your life will be
like.” Dudley replied as his hands yanked Harry’s pants and underwear down
around his ankles.
Harry tried struggling a little more, but the vice like grip on his wrists
never let up. Soon, he heard the sound of a zipper and then felt a warm soft
yet hard something, he later realized was a cock pushed up against his
backside. Then without warning it was being thrust inside him.
The burning sensation ripped through him and it felt as if his inside were
being torn apart and burned by acid. The rough wood of the table grated on his
face and the bit of his stomach that had been exposed. Dudley relentlessly
attacked his hole. Pushing as deep as possible with as much force as possible.
Occasionally, Dudley’s prick would hit Harry’s prostate and although everything
else hurt and even though he fought it, didn’t want this to be happening, Harry
realized horror that his own cock was becoming hard.
Just as suddenly as it had started it stopped. Dudley pulled out violently and
then let his ejaculation land all over the backside of his cousin. Harry almost
sighed then, thinking at least it was over, but then the next boy stepped up
and Dudley was now standing where he could look into Harry’s eyes. “You liked
that didn’t you, you fucking freak.” Dudley whispered an evil grin showing on
his face. It was enough to make Harry almost wish he were facing Voldemort
again.
The other boy, seemed almost to enjoy his task better than Dudley, seemed to
want to take his time sliding in and out of Harry, ensuring he hit Harry’s
sweet spot making him moan involuntarily and now his own erection was in full
force and being slammed into the rough wood of the table, leaving scraps even
as the contact continued to draw a physical reaction from Harry’s body. The boy
then reached down and grabbed Harry, stroking him as he increased his slides in
and out of Harry.
It was too much, too much and Harry felt his body react, his muscles clenched
his balls felt as if they’d been sucked up into his body and then he felt his
load being released all over the table and the boy’s hand. Tears formed in his
eyes but he refused to let one fall as Dudley stared at him. His orgasm seemed
to tip the other boy over the edge and with a few more violent thrusts Harry
felt the very odd sensation of being filled up.
Dudley slammed his head into the table one more time for good measure, and the
next thing Harry knew he was alone in a pile on the ground. If the other boys
present had gotten a turn as well Harry could not say. His entire body was sore
and it felt as if someone had ripped his insides out and someone else had done
a rather poor job of shoving them back in.
Harry noticed that his pants were still down around his ankles and finally the
tears that had threatened to fall since first forced entry to when his own body
betrayed him fell freely. No, at the moment he did not give a flying fuck who
say the strange Potter boy lying in a bloodied crumpled mess crying.
After he’d gotten a hold of his emotions Harry stood and pulled his pants up.
Looking around he was almost surprised that no one had passed by in all that
time. It seemed as if it had been hours, but the sun was still up just barely,
and Harry realized it could have only been an hour tops. He wobbled his way
back to the hellhole that was home, hoping to sneak in and up to his room
without anyone noticing. He should have known better, he was never that lucky.
Right as he got to the door, it flew open and he found himself facing his Aunt.
“You’re late.”
“Er…” Harry had no idea what she was talking about but a sudden pressing need
to use the bathroom had him shifting uncomfortably.
“And what did you do to your clothes?”
“Er…”
“Oh, never mind. Get upstairs, you have five minutes to use the restroom and
then you are head straight to your room.”
Harry didn’t waste a second running up the stairs and heading to the bathroom.
Whatever came out of him he didn’t dare look, he was just glad that the
pressure had been relieved. He also, didn’t try to wash himself up, although he
desperately wanted to turn the shower on and drowned under it, he also didn’t
want to give cause for another beating.
In his room again he began to strip down throwing his clothes in a pile he
would burn the minute he could and put on his threadbare stripped sleep
bottoms. Noticing the snick of the locks on the outside of his door. Then a
shout from outside.
“Don’t go messing about the house while were gone. Petunia, Dudley and I will
be back later this evening so don’t think you can get away with anything.”
Harry merely sighed, and crawled into his bed. He thought perhaps he might not
be able to fall asleep but he felt so tired as if all the energy had been
sucked out of him. If he had opened his eyes just then or fully noticed the
strange wet feeling that was slowly growing he would have realized he was
bleeding enough to slowly seep through his thin blankets, enough so that he was
actually going into shock, but he didn’t he simply drifted off grateful for the
stillness of his mind.
***** Begin or End *****
Chapter Summary
     Severus and Remus arrive and Privet Drive.
Severus and Remus appearated onto Privet Drive just as dusk was falling, both
man looking to ensure their entry hadn’t called any unwanted attention. Their
worry was unnecessary, if either man had ever considered to enquire as to what
a normal day on Privet Drive was from Harry they would have known it was time
for the evening news. Looking around more Severus found the appropriate door.
“The lights are off and there’s car in the drive.” Remus commented as his gaze
followed where Severus was looking. Snape looked at him with one of his semi
cold glances. Remus could just hear Snape thinking, ‘Idiot’, but was thrown off
by the man’s reply.
“I don’t like it. Can you feel that?”
Remus centered himself, the idea of being this close to his mate was stirring
up a lot of emotion. The breeze shifted and then he smelled something that made
his blood run both ice cold and flames. “I don’t know what you’re feeling
exactly. The wards seem to be weakened, and there’s blood on the wind.”
Severus considered his partner in this mission, it was never a good thing when
Remus started speaking like a poetic Viking. “I say we force the door and just
do a grab and go, this place is no longer safe. I just don’t know how the wards
could have been breached as such.”
Quickly and quietly they arrived at the door, looking at each other Severus
nodded and Remus cast a silent unlocking spell, and Severus turned the knob
pushing the door open without so much as a squeak. Wands out Remus pushed
through first than Severus followed shutting the door with equal silence. Not
being attacked right away, the two of them took stock of their surrounds.
Everything was perfectly placed. Like two tourists at a museum both looked
around the home where Harry Potter dwelled. Severus looked for any sign he
could hold onto his old grudge of Potter. He may have realized over the years
Harry was not such an ass as his father, but to realize how wrong he’d been had
been something of blow. He of course found none. None of the pictures even
indicated that Harry had ever been here.
Remus had wandered down the hall towards the kitchen and noticed a locked
cupboard. It seemed strange that there should be a lock there, “Severus,” he
whispered into the emptiness, and saw the other man appear. “What do you reckon
they need a lock on a cupboard for?”
Severus approached and pondered the same thing. He vaguely felt a stirring of
magic from behind, but not dark, or light just more like how he felt when he
entered another wizard’s home. Their magic imbued into the structure itself.
“Strange.” He raised his wand and ran a quick scan found as he had suspected no
dark magic. That confirmed, he unlocked the padlock and looked for Remus to
open it.
Both men were equally horrified by what their eyes landed on. Severus now knew
why it had seemed similar to wizard homes. All of Harry’s school things were in
here from what he could tell. Severus realized he couldn’t even blame Harry for
doing poorly in his summer assignments. The fact that he got them done was
amazing enough considering.
“Severus, look there,” Remus pointed behind Harry’s broom, “it looks like an
old cot, and bits of broken toys.”
Surveying the cupboard, Severus felt a smoldering slow burn anger igniting
within him, to treat a child like this, any child, was inhuman. Then his eyes
fell on the wall to the left where a little shelf was and a picture sat almost
proudly in its own pathetic way. “This was his room.”
Remus looked at Severus than back into the tiny place that had held his mate.
Remus was used to being treated like an animal like a second class person. He
was a werewolf after all, but had Harry ever done to deserve this? “I guess we
should grab his stuff since we know it’s here.” It was all Remus could do to
keep his temper in check. There were few moments in life where he wished the
wolf to come out. If he ever laid eyes on the ones who had done this…
The shrinking and packing of Harry’s very few things completed, they looked
around. “Upstairs I should think.” Severus leading the way and Remus trying to
take deep calming breaths with growing difficulty as the smell ran into him. He
didn’t notice Severus stop in front of him until he had ran into his back. Both
able to keep there feet though. “The one with the locks. It’s the only one with
locks in this hallway.”
“In a box they locked the treasure deep, but it was for naught, as the treasure
was flesh and bone. Soon death and decay took root, there was nothing left but
dust and stone.” Remus replied as he walked up to the door, the smell coiling
around his brain.
This was so not good. Severus had never heard Remus speak in full fucking
verse. Whatever lay behind that door was not going to be pleasant. Remus was
finishing on the last lock and as the door swung open even Severus could smell
what had been steadily sending Remus over the edge. Blood and a musk. They
walked into the sparse room. If he had been given proper time Severus might
have noticed Harry lived an even more Spartan existence than himself.
Instead, his eyes landed on a deathly pale face and a pool of blood towards the
middle of the ratty blanket that covered the boy. Remus ran over to him,
shaking him gently. “Harry?” He spoke quietly at first, but the lack of
response, the coldness of his mate’s skin had him shouting and almost violently
shaking the boy that laid before him. “Harry!” He screamed. His control was
gone, and slowly he was falling into a blind rage.
Severus watched in a fascinated horror as Remus seemed to shift, but not. He
had begun to shake the boy to try and rouse him. Severus saw everything falling
a part and a part of him wanted to just sit down and cry for all the wasted
effort, but another part of him wouldn’t allow it. He had come to rescue Harry.
He couldn’t let Remus hurt him by mistake. With that thought in mind he
approached the frightening werewolf grabbed him under the arms and lifted him
up and away from Harry with a bit of effort. “I should be sorry for this but…”
He said just before he punched the man in the nose.
“What the hell?” Remus clutched his face.
 
“Shouting at him and shaking him isn’t going to work, either he’s hurt badly
and you’re making it worse or he’s” he couldn’t say dead, “not and what you’re
doing won’t help.”
“You mean you think he’s still alive?”
“Quiet while I run a few tests.” Severus ran his wand over the boy.
***** Is This the End? *****
Chapter Summary
     Severus and Remus try to save Harry.
Chapter Notes
     Once again I remind the reader, if rape, child abuse, or anything
     similar bothers you read no further.
     Also, thanks for the kudos and comments! Loving the support.
Remus squatted huddled in the far corner of Harry’s room. Trying everything he
could think of to stay calm, but all he wanted was to take the broken possibly
dying boy in his arms. Whatever had been done to him, he’d make them pay. He
stared horrified at the hand that was hanging over the side of the bed, one
drop of blood dropping from his fingertip at a time. He tried his best to stay
quiet and let the other man work, but he couldn’t help but fidget as he saw
strange lights coming from the tip of Severus’s wand and then finally a scroll.
Severus sighed as the diagnostic scans he ran over the boy were complete. It
was worse than he had hoped, far worse. He debated as to what to tell Remus, he
wasn’t exactly sure how the werewolf would react to finding out his potential
mate had been raped. He took a spare piece of paper from Harry’s desk and wrote
out a list. Looking to Remus, he contemplated his words.
“Is he, will he make it?” Remus asked Severus, the look the man was wearing
unnerving him. He stood up and walked to the bed of the only man he would ever
love. Was it to be over before it ever started?
“I need you to take this to Poppy, get her and bring her to Grimmauld Place.
The list on top are potions I need you to bring back here. We can’t move him
until I get him stabilized. The trip would kill him.” Severus handed Remus the
papers, unsure if the man would be able to do as he asked.
Remus took the scan results and list without looking at him, then looking at
Severus he nodded. He looked back down at Harry and leaned down kissing his
forehead lightly. “You won’t rat me out to Sirius will you?”
“Not for doing something he would do himself. Now hurry.”
With a final glance back at Harry he left. His heartbreaking a little more with
each step. Severus had not said whether he’d live or die and he wondered if
this would be the last time he’d see him alive. The night was still quiet when
he got outside and sparing a glance to the night sky he sent up a prayer to
whatever deity would listen, that Harry would survive. He’d take whatever they
could give him and find a way to put the pieces back together, if they’d only
let him live.
***
Severus turned back to raven haired boy and waved his wand removing the soiled
sheets and clothes, leaving a naked Harry laying before him. He worried briefly
about how Harry would feel if he regained even a bit of awareness and decided
to talk to him while he worked. Not that he imagined his voice was what Harry
really wanted to hear, but it was better than just doing stuff to him like he
was doll or something.
“Alright, Potter I need to inspect the damage. This shouldn’t hurt so I don’t
expect to hear any whining from you.” He looked down at the naked body before
him. If he hadn’t already seen the scans, he would have been shocked by what he
was seeing. The boy had bruises upon bruises in varying stages of healing and
was so undernourished he could see each and every one of his ribs. The bruises
on his wrists and arms were fresh, so fresh in fact he could see the outline of
the hands that had caused them. He also saw some fresh scrapes on the boy’s
lower stomach and disturbing as it was the tip of his penis. None of this was
what had caused all the blood.
“What have they been doing to you?” He asked, the layering of scars was the
worse Severus had ever seen. These were worse than even the ones on his own
body. “I’m going to have to turn you over now.” He said to the boy almost
gently, and with another wave of his wand the boy was on his stomach, and what
he saw almost made him vomit.
Turning from the sight he looked at one of the broken items in the room that
seemed to contain nothing but broken items, a further testament to the lies he
had told himself and doing nothing to calm his warring emotions. “I am truly
sorry, Harry. I should have known.” He received no response, hadn’t expected
one, but he felt a little better. It was enough to allow him to face what he
must. This time taking a seat, the amount of casting he was going to have to do
would undoubtedly wear him to the bone.
Harry’s back was a mess of scars, some were clearly made from a belt, but
others he wasn’t so sure. “How the hell could Dumbledore keep sending you back
here?” At that moment, Severus hated Dumbledore more than Voldemort, but not
more than whoever had done this. Sighing yet again, he let his eyes travel
further down to Harry’s lower back and bottom. The source of the blood was
evident, and Severus had no real desire to examine too closely the damage he
knew must be there, but he had to stop the bleeding.
“This is going to be uncomfortable, and if there were another way I promise you
I would not be touching you in this area.” With that he placed his hands, one
on each of Harry’s checks and gently spread them. The tearing he saw was
substantial and the dried whitish film on the checks themselves removed any
doubt that this had been a full rape. He had hoped maybe they had used an
object. Not that the trauma for Harry would be any less, but maybe if it had
been Harry wouldn’t have to face the fear that all sex would be like that. “I
hope whomever you choose for your first time, this doesn’t count, that they
will be gentle and understanding.” He took quick sample of the dried seaman
than muttered a few healing spells taking care of most of the external wounds,
but blood still leaked.
“It would seem I have to go a little further, and I am truly sorry for this.”
Muttering a spell his hand was covered in a glove and he gently pushed a finger
in the boy’s hole feeling for damage. There was plenty, some he wasn’t sure he
could heal. Cursing under his breath he took another deep breath and cast some
more healing spells, relieved to see it stopped most of the bleeding. Taking
his hands off the broken boy he looked about the room more. Harry needed some
clothes to keep from getting a fever. His body was already in shock from the
loss of blood and trauma it had endured. Infection was his primary concern, but
also the fear that Harry wouldn’t have the fight left needed to come back.
Severus crossed over to the boy’s battered wardrobe, which sadly seemed so
fitting in this room of broken, unwanted things. Opening it he glared at the
selection, cast-offs much too large for the boy, and picked out the best he
could find. Grey fuzzy sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He walked back to Harry
and looked at him with a tender look in his eyes, “I know right now it probably
seems like nothing is worth the pain, but there are people here who love and
care for you. People who will do their best to ensure this never happens to you
again. We just need you to hold on, to fight, to do what you irritatingly do
best, survive.” He didn’t know why he was still talking to the boy, didn’t know
why now he was able to show he cared, he didn’t really care on either account.
He just knew that he loved the boy.
With gentle hands he dressed Harry, hoping Remus would return soon with the
needed potions so they could take him home to where he was loved. After
dressing him, he laid him back down on the sorry excuse that was his bed, and
finally let the emotions he had been feeling ever since he realized Harry had
been raped take control. For the first time in a very long time, Severus Snape
cried.
***** Saved? *****
Chapter Summary
     Preparations for moving Harry.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry another slow chapter but it's not a topic I wish just briefly
     pass by. I wanted to give it it's due, but I hope there to be a pick
     up soon.
     Thanks for the kudos and comments! Love you guys!
The sudden appearance in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, startled Sirius, but
it was the look the man was wearing that truly unnerved him. “Remy, what’s
wrong?”
Remus looked desperately at his best friend. He had no idea how to answer. He
walked to the fireplace grabbing a pinch of floo powder, he looked back at
Sirius, words sticking in his throat. He knew he had to do this, finish what
Severus had asked of him but he felt on the verge of breaking down in tears.
“Oh, Sirius, everything. I have to get Poppy.” With that said he threw the
powder into the flames and disappeared leaving a very concerned Sirius behind.
The pacing he had been doing ever since Remus and Severus had left resumed now.
His mind spinning a million thoughts a moment that he couldn’t hold onto a
single one very long. ‘Why had Remus only come back? Was Harry hurt? Severus?’
He felt his heart contract in his chest. He loved both equally and hadn’t had
the chance yet to show either one. Speaking into the emptiness, “Please let
them be okay.” He begged.
***
Remus arrived in the familiar Hogwarts infirmary having spent almost more of
his childhood here than Harry. He called out, “Poppy!”
The medi-witch appeared promptly a look of concern on her face. “Remus?” She
asked.
Taking a deep breath, Remus willed his emotions to wait just a little longer.
“Poppy, we… you’re needed at Grimmauld Place, but first Snape sent me a list of
things he needs. It’s Harry, he’s…He’s been hurt.” He finished holding out the
papers Severus had given him.
Poppy took them looking at the distraught man before her briefly before
scanning the list and then the diagnostic scan behind it. Some of what she read
had not surprised her having seen the same thing every fall when Harry arrived
at school. Like the dutiful medical matron she was, she reported the signs of
abuse and neglect to Professor Dumbledore, but he had always brushed it off.
She never understood why, but as the laws of the wizarding world dictated she
couldn’t spread the information further. It had frustrated her to no end, and
now she was seeing something even worse. Quickly she summoned the requested
potions handing them to Remus. “Alright, we should head out now. I’ll leave a
note for Dumbledore saying I’ve been called away for a family emergency.” She
did not say she did not trust the man with the truth, but that was the fact of
the matter.
Soon both werewolf and medi-witch arrived in the kitchen to find a highly
agitated Sirius. “I have to go back, please help Poppy get set-up.” With that
Remus left once more for number 4.
“Poppy, please. Tell me.” Sirius asked.
“It seems something has happened to Harry. Severus stayed behind I imagine to
stabilize him so he could be brought back here.”
Relief and anger cascaded upon the man. Severus was safe, but Harry wasn’t. He
didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “What do you need?” He hated feeling as if
he were doing nothing. He needed a task.
“Where is his room? We should be able to do everything there. I hope, if
Severus was able to fix most of the damage than we’ll be fine. Sirius, I am
worried though Harry’s already so weak.”
Sirius, wanted to climb the walls why would no one give him a straight answer?
“Poppy, I’m the boy’s G/dfather, tell me what’s happened to him.”
The women sagged slightly into a chair and knowing Sirius always kept some
around she summoned a bottle of firewhiskey and two cups. She poured a generous
amount into both, taking a drink from one and offering the other to Sirius.
“You’ll need it.” She said as she saw his hesitation, but was satisfied when he
took rather large gulp. “For years, I’ve been telling Dumbledore that Harry is
being mistreated in the summer. When he first arrived at eleven he weighed only
as much as an eight year old. His growth was stunted due to malnutrition and he
was covered in bruises. I found evidence of poorly healed breaks.”
“Why didn’t you tell Dumbledore?” He asked enraged. He had always trusted
Poppy, but let something like that slide had him rethinking his opinion of her.
“I did. He did nothing.” She took another drink from her cup. “Every year it
was the same thing and every year Dumbledore insisted I was being
overdramatic.” She slammed her cup down and stood her own anger spurning her
into action. “Now,” she glanced at the scans, “he’s been not only hurt in those
ways, but someone…” She struggled to say the words. How do you tell a parent
their child had been violently raped?
“What is it Poppy? Will he, is he going to die? Are Severus and Remus just
bringing him to die?” He asked his voice breaking and tears started streaming
down his cheeks. He had let Harry down all those years.
“I don’t know if he’ll make it or not, a lot of that will be up to Harry.
There’s a good chance, but, Sirius, Harry’s been raped.”
The dead feeling that suddenly consumed Sirius was startling to both present n
the room. This simply could not be. Harry, his best friend’s son had been
raped. The thought that quickly followed was his saving grace, but would
assuredly be Dumbledore’s downfall. “Dumbledore let this happen.” He hadn’t
realized he said it out loud until he heard more than saw Poppy walk over to
him.
Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him. “I know. There’s nothing we can
do about it at the moment. We need to get Harry’s room set up. He’s going to
need to feel safe and loved.” Sirius nodded into the women’s shoulder accepting
her comfort for a moment more before breaking apart and leading her upstairs.
***
Severus sat looking at the boy he had spent years emotionally hurting, not
realizing how far the effects would be. Not realizing he was wrong to judge the
child for the father’s sins. “Harry, you just need to hold on a little longer
Remus will be back and then we’ll leave this dreadful place. I promise, I will
never let you be sent back here. I don’t care who says it’s needed, I’ll fight
to my last breath to keep that promise.” He reached out and held Harry’s small
hand within his own. It was still cold, and Snape marveled that his own hand
was so much larger. He had never really considered Harry, the person, only “the
boy who lived”.
Muffled footsteps drew his attention away from the bed to the door. He did not
drop Harry’s hand, but he held his wand ready in his free one. If those awful
people were back he was ready to exact justice. His body tensed as he moved to
better block the boy from whomever was on the other side. The door opened to
reveal Remus and the breath he had been holding was released.
“Poppy is at Grimmauld Place, and I brought the potions.” Remus spoke to the
floor afraid of what he might see behind Snape.
Severus nodded, then stepped aside for Remus to see Harry. The sight that
greeted him was much better than the first time round and he walked quickly
over to the bed. “I need the blood replinsher first.” Severus stated. Taking
one of the vials in Remus held.
“What? How?” Remus knelt looking lovingly at the boy.
Severus magicked the potion into the boy’s stomach and waited watching for
adverse reaction or hopefully signs of improvement. “Remus, I need you to stay
calm. Harry needs you and going out will not help.”
“I’m as calm as I can be.” Remus replied his eyes never leaving his love.
“I know, I just need you to stay that way.”
Finally tearing his eyes away Remus looked Severus in the eyes, and the sadness
he found there was about to push him over the edge, but Harry needed him. Him.
“I will stay and help.”
“Good now give me the skele-grow.” Remus handed it over and watched as Severus
spelled that into the boy as well. “Now the stasis one.” Remus again handed
another vial over and watched the process repeated. “Good we need to watch him
for about ten minutes.” Remus saw the other man sway on his feet, and reached
out to steady him and helped him sit.
“How much spelling did you have to do?” He asked worriedly.
“More than any person should ever need to have done to them.”
Remus knelt next to Harry’s bed and captured the hand Severus had been holding
previously. “Please tell what was done to him.”
“I don’t know that you’ll want to know after I’ve told you. But do you by
chance smell anything different?” Severus asked. He really didn’t want to say
out loud what had occurred.
Remus sniffed the air, indeed now that the blood was gone he could smell his
love, and noticed the subtle difference.
Severus watched as the realization grew on Remus’s face. Yes, apparently Harry
did smell different. “No.” Remus choked out. “No. It’s, this has got to be some
sort of mistake.” The tears that had been threatening him all night the
darkness that had sought to consume him took him now. He buried his face in the
boy’s chest and sobbed.
Severus, couldn’t just sit by and watch and soon he pulled Remus from possibly
crushing the boy and held him in his own arms. He rocked Remus back and forth
his own tears mingling unnoticed with the broken man before him. There was
nothing more they could do nothing that could make this better and so they
cried together.
Soon enough the emotion had spent itself, Remus was sure it wasn’t the last but
he could function again. He looked up at Severus and blushed slightly at the
idea of being comforted by this man. “Thank you Severus.”
Severus looked down at Remus, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, “I needed
it too.” He replied and with a final squeeze released the wolf. Now I think
it’ll be safe to move him.” Remus nodded and Severus turned to Harry, he had
grown used to talking to the boy, “Harry, it’s time to go.” With that said He
nodded to Remus who then picked the extremely light boy up into his arms.
Moving slowly they went out the back door and left Privet Drive behind.
***** Confusion *****
Chapter Summary
     Sirius loves Severus, but does Severus love him more than Harry? And
     what of Remus?
They arrived safely and were met by Sirius at the door, his eyes looking
heartbroken at his G/dson. “Poppy and I have his room ready first door on the
left second floor.” Severus nodded and allowed Remus to pass still carrying
Harry. Sirius turned to follow but Severus grasped his hand turning him to face
him.
“Did she tell you?” He asked looking over the other man.
“I, yes, how? Why did this, who could do that to anyone?” He asked pleadingly,
stepping closer to Severus.
“I don’t know but I have a sample to test. We will find out and they will pay.”
He replied with a deadly whisper that would scare anyone with half a brain if
it had been directed at him.
“How?”
“They left it on him. I’ll brew a potion and find out.” Severus stepped all the
way inside shutting the door. “They just left him. He was alone in the house
locked in his room.” His voice a tragic whisper, giving truth to the pain he
was feeling. Harry and he had been through a very similar trauma and this was
bringing fresh the events from his own past.
Sirius, saw the hurt in the other man’s eyes and knew only a part of it was for
Harry. He remembered what he had mentioned earlier. ‘Has it really only been a
few hours since?’ He took his free hand and placed it on Severus’s back and
brought the man to his body. “I’m sorry you had to face this again.” He looked
up into Severus’s eyes. He loved him, but wasn’t sure if now was the time to
say it aloud so he kissed him instead. Sweetly and gently at first, trying to
put all he felt into that kiss.
They broke apart from the kiss neither’s heart was in pushing it any further,
but Sirius saw that the deadened look had retreated a little and Severus seemed
to find his balance again. He leaned his forehead on Sirius’s, “Thank you, I’m
not alone.”
Even though it was possibly the worst timing ever, and he felt crazy for it,
Sirius smiled at him, “No, nor am I.” The stared at each other for another
moment, their breath mingling as they took comfort from each other.
“We should head up there, Remus is probably out of his mind.”
Sighing, they broke a part but remained holding hands as they climbed the
stars, there would be time for each other later. Right now there were two
people who needed them. With a quick squeeze they let go of each other’s hand
as they walked into Harry’s room.
Poppy was just finishing up assessing what damage remained and Remus was doing
his best but failing miserably at not hovering. She looked up to see them
enter, “Severus, you did a good job. Most of what was done has been fixed, but
he’ll need another few rounds of blood replinsher, and infection prevention.
Whoever did this nearly pulled his insides out. It’s lucky you two,” she
glanced at Remus, “found him when you did.”
“He will live then?” Sirius asked crossing over to the boy who looked to be
sleeping peacefully, if a bit pale.
“I’m afraid it’s too soon to say, someone will have to be with him until he
wakes.” She began packing her things handing a list to Severus, “This is all
he’ll need and the intervals he’ll need them at. I trust you can make what you
need should the supply I left runs out. I gave him a mild pain killer, although
I dare say after all he’s been through, he probably didn’t realize how badly
his body was hurt.” She looked back her patient, her things in hand she started
for the door. “If he gets worse, wakes up, or doesn’t wake within a week’s
time, I want you to get me immediately.”
All three men nodded, and Remus looked to her, “Thank you Poppy.”
“I have collected enough proof that should you wish to force the issue, Sirius,
Dumbledore could be in a great deal of trouble. I leave it up to you.” With
that she left.
They all stood in silence for a moment, looking at the boy. They each loved him
in their own way, but only one of the three was not feeling conflicted about
the emotions being brought about by this boy.
“I’ll take first watch, I’m usually up nights anyways.” Remus stated.
Sirius considered this for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Please just let me love him in my own way for right now. I already promised
you I wouldn’t do anything.” He almost cried out in his frustration.
“That wasn’t… I wasn’t worried about that.” Sirius was worried about what would
happen if Harry died. He didn’t even want to consider that as a possibility,
but what would that do to Remus if he was there when-if-that was what happened?
“I think that’s a brilliant idea.” Severus put in and both men turned to stare
at him like he had grown another head. “Besides, I need Sirius’s help on a
certain potion. I don’t know my way around this house as well as you.” He
finished looking into Sirius’s eyes.
“Right, well, find us if, if anything changes.” Sirius looked at his best
friend than headed over and hugged him. “I love you Remus, I trust your
promise; I was just worried about you.” He whispered, and felt Remus nod into
his shoulder.
“Here’s the list so you know when to give him his potions. Do you need me to
show you how to spell them into his stomach?” Severus asked, for once the
condensation most people associated with him when he thought he was asking them
something they should know.
“I, can you go over it one more time? It’s been a long time since I’ve done
it.”
“Of course.” He showed Remus the wand movement and told him the incantation and
had Remus repeat it satisfied he would be fine. “If you are having trouble just
come find me and I’ll do it.”
“Right.” Remus replied and watched as the two men left him alone with Harry,
shutting the door. Remus almost smiled to himself then. Sirius was trying to
prove how much he trusted him, and if felt good.
Turning back to the boy he took up his hand sitting on the edge of the bed. “I
promised Sirius I would never force myself on you, so I hope holding your hand
is okay. I know you can feel things better than most. I hope you can feel my
love for you. You don’t have to understand it, and if you do, I don’t expect it
back. I am not an easy man to love, but know that I will always be your friend.
Even if you can’t love me as I do you, I don’t care. As long as I get to see
you grow up and be happy, that’ll be enough. I just need you to wake up. Please
be okay, Harry.” He knew he was babbling, didn’t know if Harry could hear him,
or if he cared. He just needed Harry and talking to him was all he could do.
***
Sirius led Severus back to a very familiar room, the one they had been stuck in
earlier. “What are we doing here?” He asked unsure if Sirius had believed
Severus when he said he wanted to make a potion.
“Well this is where the family potion lab used to reside. Not too many potion
makers in the past few generations, but the protection charms are still good,
we can bring what you need in.” He gave a shrug.
Severus reached his magic out and found that not only were the charms still
good but were top of the line, far better than even those in the ones in
Hogwarts reserved for the NEWT students. “This should be great.” He said
thinking about what he’d need. “I need a work table a stool and number 6 copper
caldron, and the ingredients.”
Sirius began summoning all the listed items, and they zoomed in and were then
directed to their proper place. As he was doing this Severus summoned his
travel potion kit which contained most of the ingredients he’d need.
“Anything else?” Sirius inquired as he saw Severus start to set up.
“You don’t by chance have any dried dragon’s blood and some Pan’s passion?”
“I’ll check my brother’s room, he was decent at potions if you remember. Or
does it need to be fresh?”
“No, in this case the older the better.”
 
“I’ll be right back.” Sirius left Snape to his work. Prepping the ingredients
he had and heating the caldron. If those he didn’t have weren’t here he’d
complete the first two stages and then retrieve some from his stores at
Hogwarts.
Sirius arrived just as Severus began adding the ingredients for the first
stage. He remained silent watching the man work, his deft movements and
concentration were something had never allowed himself to watch and he found
himself amazed at the man’s raw talent refined through years of practice. It
was magic personified. Once Severus stepped away, Sirius spoke. “Sorry, took be
a bit longer than I expected. Reggy never was the best at keeping a neat room
and it took a bit to figure out his organizational system.”
“Did you find them then?” Severus asked looking at him.
“Err, yeah, he’s got a lot of other stuff too, you should have a look and see
if any of it’s still usable. If so you can have at it.” He walked over to the
table and looked into the caldron as he placed the ingredients by the chopping
board. The turned back to Severus. Tears in his eyes, “Thank you,” he gestured
back to the caldron simmering away, “for doing this. For caring. I know you and
Harry don’t get on well, but that you’re doing this for him, for Remus, for me…
Well it means a lot.”
Severus closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around the other
man. “I’m doing this for all those reasons you listed. Harry most of all, but I
am also doing this for me. I love him.” He said the words looking deep into
Sirius’s eyes and felt the man shrink away from the embrace.
“You too?” He asked almost defeated. Couldn’t he have just this one thing? Not
that he would now deny Harry whatever man or woman he wanted even if it meant
giving up the one man he did love.
“Yes, me too.” Severus lifted a hand caressing Sirius’s cheek and though the
man was clearly upset at the thought of losing this man, but leaned into the
comfort being offered all the same. “But that doesn’t mean, I don’t want to be
with you.”
Sirius’s eyes shot up, “What do you mean?”
Severus leaned his head in his lips just hovering in front of Sirius’s and a
need so strong to capture them rose between them. “I mean that I think I love
you.” With that said Severus’s lips landed on Sirius’s and was pleased when his
tongue was granted further access.
Both men’s hands began roaming each other’s bodies. Soon enough layers were
being shredded. Sirius groaning at the stupid buttons that were slowing his
progress to Severus’s beautiful chest.
***** Distracted Potions *****
Chapter Summary
     Picking up where we left off Severus and Sirius find a little
     closeness.
A timer went off just as Sirius had managed to get all of Severus’s buttons
open and a disappointed groan escaped his lips. It wasn’t that he didn’t want
the best for Harry, or that he had forgotten what had happened, or what his
best friend was dealing with, but he needed this man to hold him right now and
take the pain he was feeling and wrap it up in love. He needed a moment to just
give over to his baser needs before he had to face all that lay in front of
him.
“I just need to stir.” Severus said with almost an amused look to his face as
he reached one of his hands out and stirred three counterclockwise turns
followed by ten figure eights. His body still in contact with Sirius. Timer
reset he turned back to the man that was pinned between him and the potions
table. “It needs to thirty minutes.”
Needing no more prompting than that Sirius leaned in and kissed Severus’s thin
lips briefly before tracing kisses along his jaw and just behind his ear.
Placing one hand on the man’s chest he pushed him a step back so Sirius could
move more.
Severus, felt his breath increase as his skin seemed to tingle with each new
kiss and for a moment was rendered motionless. Once Sirius had moved him and
continued planting kisses on each and every one of Severus’s scars, Severus
recovered enough to stroke Sirius’s wavy hair. A shudder of anticipation as the
man’s head moved lower.
Sirius reached the top of the man’s pants and rested his face on the bulging
fabric before mouthing it through the clothes hearing a rewarding moan from
somewhere above his head. With slow movements he began to undo the belt and
buttons holding Severus’s pants up and once more took an appreciative look at
the hard and slightly twitching cock that bobbed before him.
He had never given a blowjob in his life, but he wasn’t about to let that ruin
his enthusiasm at the prospect of that changing. With gentle hands he
tentatively cupped the man’s balls and sent his tongue lightly trailing up the
outside of the man’s shaft. Another moan could be heard, and he felt a hand
rest on his shoulders. Pleased with this response he licked the top of the head
greedily tasting the pearly white substance that was weeping from the cock
head. Tensing for the briefest of moments, he took what he could of Severus
into his mouth, struggling for just a little further. The other man’s penis was
large enough that before too long it was brushing the back of Sirius’s throat
and Sirius felt tears prick in his eyes. Slowly he slide the cock out of his
mouth enjoying the feel of the shudder that passed through the other man.
Bobbing his head back and forth he was pleased to hear the quiet moans escaping
the other man. He continued to play with Severus’s balls and felt his own body
clamoring for attention and with a little reluctance he let go of the other
man’s balls so he could und do his own pants. It was as he was doing this that
he felt a gentle yet strong tug on his shoulders. Cock still in his mouth he
looked up, his blue eyes looking into the onyx ones of the man he loved.
“Sirius, stop.”
Worry bubbled up in his chest. Yes the man had let him suck on his cock, yes he
had heard desire in those moans, and yes he had even felt strong hands
encourage his actions, but what if he had misunderstood the other man’s
desires. Maybe Severus had merely meant to comfort him, telling he loved him,
but maybe he wasn’t in love with him and had been taken by surprise by what had
followed. His hurt grew as the other man pulled his still hard penis from
Sirius’s mouth and the elation Sirius had felt only moments ago died,
effectively softening his own erection. He let himself be pulled to a standing
position, a defeated look in his eyes.
“I’m sor-sorry.” Sirius found himself stammering, standing before Severus
suddenly ashamed of his half naked state his pants barely hanging onto his
hips.
“No,” the husky voice replied. “I just, I was about to…” Severus trailed off
and Sirius realized that the high color in the other man’s checks was not just
from the recent activity but that Severus Snape was actually blushing.
Hope returned flooding his mind and body and he leaned into the slight man.
“You know I was good with that idea.” He said more brazenly than he felt.
Severus shifted a little his arms wrapping around Sirius and his hands resting
on his pert ass. “I was hoping for a bit more.” Severus whispered, his breath
ghosting on the man’s collar bone and hands giving a firm squeeze.
“You mean you want to?” Sirius asked equally scared by the prospect and
hopeful.
“If you’ll have me.” Severus replied almost forlornly.
Sirius kissed the man standing before him heavily. Whispering on his lips,
“Take me.”
Sirius found himself being lifted up and wiggled out of his remaining clothes
as Severus pushed him up against the nearest wall. A hand firmly wrapped around
Sirius’s cock resulting in a startled but delighted moan.
Lips soon recaptured each other and both men ground against each other roughly,
Severus’s hand stroking Sirius into near climax, “Ah fuck Severus.” He cried
out, bucking his hips somewhat wildly, “Fuck me.”
“As you wish.” Came a murmured reply from somewhere near his shoulder. He felt
a finger exploring his puckered hole and Sirius fought to force it inside of
him. Only to feel it pulled away and moan at the loss until he saw Severus
sucking on it. Soon the finger now moistened with saliva returned and slowly
pushed its way in.
Severus let out a moan, as he felt the heat start to surround his finger, but
he held out from slamming it all the way in. Knowing that the man he had
wrapped around him had never felt this before and he wanted to go slow. He
remembered all too clearly the pain of his own experience.
Part of his mind was screaming at him for ignoring what was at that moment
going on, for forgetting that Harry laid in a light coma upstairs from having
also been raped which was bringing forward all his own memories and pain.
Another part of him was simply embracing this moment to wash away those painful
memories. He knew he’d never forget what had happened, but this time the sex
was on his own terms, it could be good. Right?
Letting his thoughts war within himself he moved forward, taking his finger out
almost all the way delighting in both the feeling of Sirius’s hole tightening
to hold on and the moans that were telling him he was doing it right.
Soon he added another finger and felt the body against him twitch in both pain
and enjoyment. His erection was twitching with pain and need as well, but
before he pushed on any further, he dipped his head taking Sirius into his
mouth bobbing up and down enjoying the bitter pre-cum mixed with the other
man’s musk and sweat. Panting slightly, he looked up laying a kiss on the man’s
Adam’s apple. “Are you sure?”
“Oh fuck yes, please.” Sirius begged and Severus pulled his fingers out of the
other man shifting to position himself he slowly lowered him onto his cock. The
puckered skin resting against his head was almost too much for both men and a
wild moan escaped Sirius’s lips and Severus felt his erection twitch and throb
with anticipation.
As slowly as he could he forced his way in, stroking Sirius at the same time.
The push through the ring of muscles was the most amazing thing Severus had
ever felt in his life and he had to hold back from swiftly impaling the man
whose strangle moan he could not tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Slowly,
aggravatingly slowly he pushed himself all the way inside then stopped waiting
for Sirius to adjust to the feeling.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” The other man panted, shifting his hips slightly, then seeing the look
of hunger it elicited, did it again.
“Shit.” Severus could no longer hold back, using one hand placed on Sirius’s
hips he pulled back and out slightly than thrusting forward, hitting the bundle
of nerves he knew was there and would drive Sirius wild. The moan that escaped
followed by the bucking hips nearly threw Severus of balance but he gained it
again by pushing in deeper. The velvety sensation encompassed his cock as he
rocked back and forth, thrusting with slightly more and more force each time.
Soon the moaning Sirius was making became more frantic and his movements even
more erratic, pushing Severus over the edge as he felt his partner’s body
tightening around him as a warm fluid shot out of Sirius’s cock with such force
it actually landed on the man’s face. Severus thrusting again licked up the
mess from the man’s face as his own climax then took hold and he thrust wildly
and harshly into the warm clenched muscles. His skin felt on fire and his
breath wouldn’t cooperate, and his heart raced madly within him. As the final
waves of orgasm crashed down on him he found his legs would no longer support
the weight and both he and Sirius ended up in a pile on the floor.
“Ah, fuck me.” Sirius said moving to take his weight off Severus.
“I believe I just did.” Came a breathless reply.
“Are you okay?”
“Other than exhausted, I’d say more than okay.” Severus felt arms wrap around
him and bring him to a warm slick chest. “And you?” He asked almost scared of
the reply.
“Yes.” Sirius replied and planted a kiss on the man’s head. “So what now?”
“We wait for the time to go off so I can finish the potion.”
“Is that all you think about Snape? Potions?” Sirius asked in a playful manner.
Severus wrapped his hand around the man’s waist and kissed the bare landscape
of chest that was in front of him. “No, but I don’t think I can manage a repeat
of what we just did quite yet.”
“Right, what I meant is are we you know, a couple or whatever?”
Severus looked up a hopeful unguarded look Sirius had never seen before in his
eyes. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
Sirius sighed, he knew he had a lot to do with this man’s general uncertainty
and lack of trust in the world, “If I have to tell you yes every day for the
rest of our lives, I will and gladly.”
Severus’s body clearly relaxed at that replied, and chose to believe it. “Well
then I guess now we should get a cleaned up.”
“Right, it’s bad enough that Remus will be able to smell the change, no need to
assault him with the smell, especially since Harry…” And with that thought, the
moment broke into the next and both men returned to the reality of what had
happened.
“Yes. He really does love him. Would you really hurt him if he started a
relationship with Harry before the boy was of age?”
“If you had asked me this earlier, the answer would have been without question
yes, but after everything that happened today…” He trailed off.
“You don’t know.”
“No, I don’t know. I mean if Harry really wanted it… I don’t think I could say
no. If it helped him… How could I deny him something that could bring him
comfort when he’s had so little?”
“I can say, I needed all the comfort I could find after I was, after what
happened to me.” Severus replied.
“Did you, find any?” Sirius was not certain he wanted to hear about Severus’s
sexual past.
“In the aspect we’re talking about in regards to Remus and Harry, no. Lily, she
was a great comfort, but no, I never did.”
“You mean aside from, from what those bastards did to you, I was, just now was
your first?” Sirius asked a little amazed and also very enamored with the idea.
Severus shrugged, “There were more bastards in my life but as far as choice
goes, yes. You are the only person I ever chose.”
Sirius hugged the man tightly, then released him. While they had been talking
they had also been getting dressed and the buzzer alerted them to the potion’s
need for attention. Sirius watched as his lover-his, oh how he loved that
thought-tended to the potion. An idea coming to his mind, he wasn’t sure if it
was right to ask, but where Harry was concerned he’d risk a lot.
“Severus?”
“Hmm?” Came a reply as the man cleaned up the mess he had just created for the
second phase of the potion that would now steep for eight hours.
“You can say no, and I understand. Just don’t get too mad with me for asking…”
Sirius shifted nervously from foot to foot as the Severus fixed his full
attention on him.
“You want me to talk with Harry, about what happened to me don’t you?”
Sirius winced, “Only if you want to and think it’ll help.”
“Siri, I’ll never want to talk about it.” He shook his head, “Although, talking
with Harry about my own experiences might help him not feel so alone with it.
So yes, I will.”
Sirius caught the other man up in another hug. “Thank you Sev.”
***** Temporary Insanity *****
Chapter Summary
     Inappropriate laughter.
Remus sat alone with his love, a green eyed, raven haired teen and struggled
with the various emotions that were coursing through him. The wolf in him was
enraged that such a thing should befall its chosen mate and the man in him was
in agony. He wanted nothing more than to comfort this boy-yes he must remember
that for now his love was still just out of childhood-which he would love until
his dying breath. He just wasn’t sure how to do that.
Admittedly, at the moment there was little he could do but sit and wait.
Something he was usually good at, but tonight his mind wandered back to the
first time he had seen Harry after his parents had died.
Dumbledore had refused to let Remus reach out to Harry. He had said it was for
the boy’s own good that he not have to focus too much on what he had lost. Some
bullshit about not dwelling on the past. Yes, it was fucking bullshit, how
could Dumbledore had let such things happen to his “chosen one”? Remus had
always trusted Dumbledore, but after this night Remus felt he had been played a
fool. Whatever Dumbledore was up to, his plans clearly did not have Harry’s
best interest anywhere near at heart.
Anger flared in his chest and if felt good to have somewhere to direct it, even
if at the moment there was nothing to be done. Harry would have to go back to
school in the fall, and he would be vulnerable to whatever crazy plan that old
coot had hatched. His only hope was that Severus would continue to do what he
always did and protect the boy as best he could.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Severus appeared at the doorway, “You look more
upset than when I left. Has something changed?” Severus asked crossing quickly
over to where Harry lay, sleeping deeply under the influence of dreamless sleep
and the protection his own mind had thrown up.
“No, yes, I don’t know.” Remus answered watching as Severus ran a quick scan.
“He appears to be the same, did he seem distressed? I think we could give him
another half dose of dreamless sleep.”
“Not Harry, well it is but not now.” Remus knew he wasn’t making any sense and
buried his face in his hands attempting to align his thoughts into something
that could be understood. He felt Severus crouch before him and he looked up
locking eyes with the potion’s master.
“Has it something to do with him being your mate? Is the werewolf side
rejecting him?” Severus asked and Remus was almost surprised to see a brief
glimmer of concern in the man’s eyes.
“No, thank Merlin. I don’t know what I’d do if that were the case, because I
think the human in me loves him more than the wolf in me, which I know
shouldn’t be possible.” Remus let Severus take his hands and help him to a
standing position.
“I think we could both use a cup of tea.” Severus stated guiding the somewhat
startled man over to the desk area and then summoning some tea. Once that was
served and both men had relaxed a little into their chairs, Severus inquired
again, “What has changed then?”
“Dumbledore, or how I see him.” Remus ran a hand over his face and took another
sip of tea before pressing on, “Does it seem strange to you that not only did
he prevent anyone from making contact with the boy until he was eleven and had
to go to school and then basically blackmailed me into not contacting him until
3rd year? He didn’t even want Harry to know his father and I were friends. He
didn’t want me writing him, and I am beginning to think that the few letters I
did send never got to him.”
Severus frowned into his cup, he hadn’t been wondering those things exactly,
but his own musing this evening had been close to that. “I agree, he handled
this very oddly. Are you sure he’s unaware of the Potter’s linage of being
empaths?”
“As sure as I can be, they’re an old family, so is Dumbledore’s. It’s possible
he knows, but that makes this all the more worse. For an empath any
mistreatment, is amplified.” Remus glanced back over at Harry who seemed to at
least be gaining a bit of color back and he let a small smile find its way to
his face before returning to the conversation. “Do you think he wanted this to
happen?”
“I don’t know, what end would it serve?”
“Well, provided Harry… you know… When, if,” he sighed, “Harry’s going to really
have a lot of anger to draw upon when he has to face that asshole.”
“True, but Dumbledore is always going on about how love is Harry’s strongest
power. Something the dark lord can’t fathom. Abusive relatives aren’t exactly
going to aid that.” Severus frowned, “Unless… Are the Potter’s known for any
other powers or magical rarities?”
“I know when there were more around, Potter’s had both Omega and Alphas. Harry
could be an Omega. It would make sense why I first noticed him in that sense.”
Remus shifted uncomfortably, “But that’s just because my senses are heightened.
A normal everyday Alpha wouldn’t even be aware of that until Harry turned
sixteen, in a year from July.”
The face Severus was wearing shocked Remus, he had never seen that particular
look of open astonishment in the other man’s face. “You think Harry might be an
Omega?”
Remus shrugged, “I don’t know. The Potter’s had a lot of rare magical gifts if
you went back far enough. They had elementals, alchemists, and even a few
demigods.”
“Right, well of all those, if Harry is an Omega we could be in a lot of
trouble.”
“Why is that?”
“Because, they’re rare. He’ll turn sixteen and go into heat and any Alpha
nearby will try and claim him.”
Remus was horrified by this new development. “Is there a way we can find out
before that happens?”
“Actually yes, there’s a very simple spell to detect it. Most people just don’t
know it.”
“Would Dumbledore know it?” Remus asked horrified at the idea that perhaps
Harry had been placed with those horrible people because Dumbledore wanted
Harry to only trust the Headmaster so when Harry went into a first heat… He
couldn’t finish the thought.
While he had been thinking Severus had got up and crossed over to the boy and
waved his wand casting a version of a revealo spell. He turned back to the very
concerned werewolf with a puzzled frown on his face. “Even if he does, it
doesn’t matter. Harry is not an Omega.” Severus sat back down and both men fell
into a puzzled silence.
“Maybe Dumbledore is just a crazy.” Remus offered.
“We already know that.”
“No I mean like really crazy, like those muggles who have different
personalities and one personality doesn’t always know what the other one’s get
up to.”
“Now that would explain a lot.” Severus almost smiled as Remus nearly choked on
his tea from laughter.
“Or he’s possessed.”
“I guess we better call a priest to conduct an exorcism.”
“Yes, but we better have it in the screaming shake, last time we tried to have
one at the school the bloody baron had all the ghosts go on strike.”
“Who knew the ghosts had unionized?”
The conversation had long digressed from being productive, but the relieving of
pressure was dearly needed by at least one of them and soon they were both
laughing, Remus in stiches barely able to breath and tears streaming down his
eyes, Severus the more reserved of the two as always merely chuckling into his
tea cup. Sirius chose now to come and check on the three.
“What did I miss?” He asked walking in and transfiguring a chair from an empty
inkpot and sitting down.
“Dumbledore needs an exorcism.” Remus choked out.
“But we must be careful not to upset the Hogwarts ghosts so they won’t go on
strike.” Severus added.
Sirius looked back and forth between his lover and best friend. “Is there
something more in that tea than just tea?” He took the teapot and gingerly
sniffed it finding nothing amiss. “You two have gone round the bend.” He
finally stated shaking his head.
***** Closer *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry finally wakes up.
Harry woke on the third day, as Severus sat watch. His head hurt, his body
ached, and all he wanted to do was shut his brain off. Slowly looking around at
the blurry shapes around him a slight groan escaped his lips. He was met by
gentle hands helping him sit and glasses being placed on his face as a cup was
produced. He was half a sip in when he realized it was none other than his
potion’s professor tending to him. A moment of panic shot through him and he
choked on the water he had been sipping.
A soft patting on his back and gentle murmurings served to confuse him even
more. Once his coughing had subsided, he looked deliberately down. His last
memories gnawing at his very soul.
“Shh, Harry. You’re safe here for the time being.” Severus said quietly. He
wondered if perhaps he should get Sirius or Remus to put the boy at ease, but
he wanted a word with the boy first. He knew both the other men would be over
the moon that Harry had finally awoke, but Severus also knew that overflowing
of emotion might be a bit much for the boy.
His professor had never called him by his first name before, had never been
tender or gentle. At least as far as Harry could recall and this change in
roles confused him but he liked it. It felt as if finally after all these years
Snape was seeing him as Harry-just Harry-and not “the Potter brat” he knew the
older man had referred to him as in the past. “Sir?” He managed to choke out.
“You’re at your g/dfather’s house. I imagine him and Remus are getting dinner
together.”
“Okay.” Harry replied. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see them just now. He
wanted the comfort he knew they would offer, but he also didn’t know if he
could deal with their concern. “Can-would it be alright…” he shifted nervously,
he wasn’t sure what he wanted to ask, “I think if I could have a moment before
you went and got them…” He trailed off looking his professor directly in the
eyes seeing his own pain reflected back at him.
“I would like to speak with you first.”
“Okay.” Harry wondered about what he had briefly saw behind the other man’s
mask.
Severus moved to the foot of the bed Harry was laying on, sitting so he could
face the boy but not crowd him. “Before you interrupt, I think it best if I ask
you to understand what I am about to tell you is not to leave this room. You
must promise me this.”
Harry nodded, then seeing that Snape wanted more, “I promise sir.”
Severus nodded, sighed and pinched his brow. Harry having known the man for
four years realized just how out of character this was sat a little straighter
in bed. He knew whatever he was about to hear, he owed this man his full
attention. Severus looking up seemed to sense the change in the boy laid before
him and a sad small smile ghosted across his face.
“As you may well have figured out, I didn’t have many friends as a child. I was
picked on at school and by my asshole excuse of a father.” Severus taking a
deep breath looked Harry in the eye again, “I want to apologize now for not
seeing that same thing in you. I can offer no excuse to it, I allowed myself to
blinded by my own past.” Harry nodded and then surprising the other man grabbed
his hand and held it in his own.
“I understand sir.” Harry had more or less always known this, he just didn’t
know how he had known. “It’s not something you need to explain.”
Severus looked at Harry, almost as if he was seeing him for the very first
time. This was the love that Dumbledore always went on about, how Harry’s
capacity to love and forgive could save the world. Now Severus understood,
Harry had taken all the hate and hardship placed upon him and turned it into
love. “Thank you.”
Harry nodded, shifting a little let go of his professor’s hand. Harry had felt
a lot from that contact and was unsure as to what it all meant, but it was a
bit overwhelming at the moment.
“As I was saying,” Severus continued feeling keenly the loss of contact, “I had
very few friends and my home was a nightmare, but unlike you I knew someday I
would go off to Hogwarts and everything would change.” As Severus spoke Harry
felt drawn in and could visualize what was told.
***FLASHBACK***
“Lily!” An enthusiastic wisp of a boy greeted a slight redhead girl at King’s
Cross. He accepted his friend’s hug but shrugged out of it fairly quickly, his
ribs tender from his father’s goodbye the night before.
“Hey Sev! You ready for third year? I can’t wait to start taking other classes,
hopefully those idiots won’t be in all of them with us.”
Those idiots being Potter and his gang of friends who chose that moment to make
their own appearance. Severus felt a blush creep up his neck as his eyes landed
on Black and embarrassingly enough another reaction in his groin area which
caused him to shift uncomfortably.
“C’mon Lily, let’s get a seat before these idiots contaminate the whole train.”
Severus covered.
“Who are you talk about contaminating things, trash?” Pettigrew squeaked from
behind Potter.
“Well he would be the expert, wouldn’t he?” Potter joked with his friends.
“I guess that would make you the expert on stupidity.” Severus shot back.
Before anymore could be said the train whistle blew and the groups found their
way onto the train.
A few months later, Severus stood alone in the boy’s showers. Everyone third
year and up had pretty much headed to Hogsmeade and Severus was taking
advantage of for once not having to take a rushed shower. He hated the way the
other boys looked at him and his scars.
Enjoying the hot water, he let his guard down finally, it was a rare thing for
him to do, but in the shower alone he felt he could. Standing in the spray, he
considered his strange reactions to Black. He knew it was normal for boys his
age to get erections at the drop of the hat, but why did they have to be cause
by Sirius Black of all people. “I guess at least it’s Black and not Pettigrew.”
He said aloud not realizing he was no longer alone.
“At least it’s Black what?” A familiar cold voice asked. Severus jumped nearly
slipping, turning to face Lucius fear coursed through his veins, but didn’t
quiet the erection that had grown from his musings. “Ahh I see.” The cold
heartless voice spoke again.
There was nothing he could say or do really. “Malfoy.” Was all that escaped his
lips before a spell sent him flying into the wall and found his hands bound to
the slick tiling. Behind him the cold voice continued to speak.
“You know I was hoping you’d give me a reason. You see in pure blood tradition
homosexual acts were only permitted to show dominance. Of course with all this
equality crap being spouted these days, one can never be too careful.” The
voice was getting closer and Severus couldn’t help the shiver that ran through
him.
The sound of a vanishing spell was all the warning Severus got before he felt
Lucius’s body pressed up against him. “Now if anyone asks, I can show them the
memory of you coming at me with that, rather impressive I must say, fully grown
begging cock. The contact disappeared for just a second and then fire erupted
within Severus’s ass as Lucius pushed his full manhood deep within. The violent
thrusting slamming Severus’s delicate hips into the tile bruising them
instantly.
“Ahh, if I had known you would feel this good, I would not have waited so
long.” Lucius spoke as tremors started washing over his body, climaxing and
sending his seed deep into Severus. A rough kiss on the back of Severus’s neck
was the last clear thing he knew until he woke up later laid out on the
bathroom floor with a pounding headache and a tennis ball shaped bruise on his
forehead.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
Warmth and compassion nearly overwhelmed Severus as he finished his story, and
he looked up in surprise as he saw the tears falling from Harry. It was going
to take a while for Severus to truly grasp just how much Harry could love
someone he felt deserved it. “Harry?” He questioned.
“That’s just so awful.” Harry whispered.
“It’s no more than what you lived through.” Severus replied candidly and saw
Harry stiffen. Severus winced. “Shit.” He muttered not realizing Harry had
heard that as well.
Harry grabbed his potion master’s hand again. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For caring enough to say shit.”
Severus smiled a real smile then, just for a moment. “I told you this, because
I know how alone living through something like this can make you feel. You are
not alone.” Harry looked down for a moment and even though Severus wasn’t sure
if it right action or not he gently grabbed Harry’s chin lifting the boy’s head
so he could look at him. “If you can set aside the past four years and if you
need to, I’ll be around to talk, listen, or just if you need a safe quiet space
while at school.”
Harry shifted his head out of Snape’s grasp but instead of pulling completely
away, he leaned into the man. “Thank you sir, but how will I let you know I
need that? I mean we can’t just go about being buddy-buddy all of the sudden,
can we?”
“No, but you do get enough detention with me that I doubt anyone would think it
amiss should I continue to do so.”
I’d really rather not have to get detention.”
Severus was shocked to have this boy still leaning into him, both taking and
giving comfort from the small form. “Well, I guess remedial potions lessons
would not be too far a stretch of the imagination.”
Harry was now hugging his professor and he knew that this whole thing had to be
some strange dream, because Severus Snape did not let “the chosen one” of all
people cry on his shoulder. “You know I really like potions.”
“Then you do an astounding job of hiding that fact.”
“You don’t exactly make it easy to like the subject.” The boy replied.
They sat a few moments more like that, before Severus shifted. “I think it’s
time to let your family know you’re awake.
“Okay, thank you.” The two separated, and Severus stood to leave.
***** Possible Promises *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry expresses his frustration.
Chapter Notes
     Short chapter I know, but I'm really trying to push this along but
     also give this issue the attention it deserves.
Remus and Sirius quietly entered the room Harry had been occupying, both unsure
as to what to say or do. Severus returned standing off to the side, having
shared such a deep part of himself with Harry had left him feeling rather
attached to the boy. Yes, it was safe to say Severus Snape loved Harry Potter,
he just wasn’t sure what that would mean in the long run. He knew Sirius would
let Harry claim whomever he could for comfort and love, and he also knew that
Remus would do the same thing, but Severus sincerely hoped that Harry would
fall for Remus. Even if the love he felt for Harry could become that kind of
love, he felt Remus would be the better choice. Remus could give Harry the
emotional support that he knew neither himself nor Sirius could.
He did not feel in the least conflicted about loving both Harry and Sirius. The
love was different for each one, and he had been in love with Sirius since the
first time he laid eyes on him. Sirius was who he had always wanted and he was
pleasantly surprised after all these years to find his feelings returned.
Harry looked at Severus for support and then turned his attention to his g/
dfather and his former professor.
Hi Sirius, Remus.” He stated as the silence wore on. He had no idea what to say
to either of these men, and apparently they felt the same way.
“Hi Harry.” Sirius said. “Glad to see you back amongst the living.” He joked
poorly receiving a light slap on the back of his head from Remus.
Harry shot Severus an amused look, “I… How’d you know to come for me?” Harry
asked. The how he got here still a mystery.
“Ahh, well that is a bit of a long story.” Remus replied sitting on the edge of
Harry’s bed. “So for now let’s just say some information came to light about
how you were being treated and Severus and myself went to get you. Lucky timing
that we found you when we did.” Remus frowned, he hadn’t meant to bring up what
happened.
“Oh, yeah.” Harry replied a dark look crossing his face. He felt so alone at
that moment and immediately sought out Severus’s face. Finding strength in the
other man he turned his attention back to Remus. “I’m glad to be here.” Waves
of varying emotions were coming off the werewolf which Harry couldn’t quite
figure out. He had always been sensitive to what people were feeling, it was
one of the reasons he hated being touched, but Remus’s emotions at this moment
were all over the place.
“So Harry, the plan is for you to stay here until school starts back up. With
any luck we can find a way so that you never have to return to that place.”
Harry smiled briefly then, “That would be great.” He looked to his g/dfather,
“But Dumbledore seems hell bent on me staying there.”
“Screw what he thinks.” Sirius growled out. “I will not allow them to ever have
another chance of touching you again, even if I do have to spend my remaining
days back in Azkaban.” Sirius gently patted Harry’s shoulder to soften the
anger in his words.
“Harry, we can’t let him ignore what was done. I know that you probably don’t
want to talk about it, or even think about it, but if you are willing to speak
with the Ministry about it…” Remus was interrupted by Harry’s violent head
shaking and sudden movement to stand.
Staggering he found himself caught by a pair of thin strong arms and he looked
up at Severus with tears in his eyes. “I can’t, please don’t make me.” He
pleaded.
Severus hugged Harry to him quickly, shooting a glare at Remus, who nodded and
started over reaching out to Harry. “No, Harry we won’t make you. We can find
another way.” Harry nodded into Severus’s shoulder before turning to Remus
tears still leaking out of his eyes. Remus placed a hand on the boy’s shoulders
and was relieved when Harry didn’t shrug it off but leaned into him.
Looking to Sirius who shrugged and stood closer to Snape, holding the other
man’s hand for support. Remus spoke down into the top of Harry’s raven hair.
“We’ll find another way. You’re safe here. You’re here now. We won’t force you
to talk about it.” Harry continued to cry silently into the man for a few more
moments.
“I just can’t.” He whispered into the silent room when he had managed to gain
control over his tears. “Not to the ministry, not to Dumbledore.” He spat out
the man’s name surprised by his own anger at the older man. “I hate the way I
always feel used, like I’m just a pawn to be used, sacrificed, for the greater
good. Aren’t I allowed to want things? To have ideas about what I want for the
future?” Harry ranted as his body shook from exhaustion and anger.
“Of course you are Harry.” Sirius offered from behind him.
“Then why is it no one ever asks what I want or how I feel about things?” Harry
replied with an escalating amount of venom.
Sirius felt a little hurt by the understandable anger, “Are you saying you
don’t want to stay here?” Sirius felt a reassuring squeeze at his hand and
looked sadly at his newfound love. “If you want to stay somewhere else just say
the word. We’ll find a way to make it happen if possible.” Sirius spoke barely
above a whisper.
All of the anger left Harry as he looked up at his g/dfather, still clinging to
Remus, “I, what? No. I want to be here, with my family.” Harry looked at each
man in the room to ensure they knew all present were included. “Ijust meant
Dumbledore, he never once has asked me what I want. I know I’m only fourteen,
but I do have dreams and goals; things I’d like to do.” He looked down then.
“If I survive what I must do.”
Remus tightened his hold on the boy, and all three men finally realizing just
how much weight the boy before them shouldered without so much as an inquiry
into his well-being. “Well, Harry, we care. If you choose to share with us what
you want we can try to help you.” Remus said seeing looks of agreement from
both Sirius and Severus.
“Yeah Harry, what good is it to have a g/dfather if you don’t let him spoil you
a bit.” Sirius joked.
Harry smiled slightly and then felt the world spin beneath his feet. Strong
arms held him up and then picked him and carried him to the bed.
“I believe,” Severus spoke as the other two men got Harry settled into his bed,
“that this is a discussion that can wait until later.” Turning his attention to
Harry, “I know you hate being stuck in bed, but I swear if I catch you up
before Madam Pomfery or myself says you’re ready I will stick you to the bed.”
His smile ruined the effect but Harry nodded. Even he understood that
somethings he just really didn’t get a say in and his health was one of them in
Professor Snape’s case. Harry figured he could live with that.
***** To Gain Sancturary *****
Chapter Summary
     Remus, Severus, and Sirius plan a way to keep Harry safe.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The three men sat in the kitchen after ensuring Harry was back asleep, all in
varying degrees of their own exhaustion. There was no easy route for them to
take anymore. Harry had nixed that not so brilliant idea swiftly.
“So, first we need to take care of this summer, before we work on the next
few.” Sirius stated to no one in particular.
“Yes, well I did notice something strange there.” Severus spoke, turning his
attention to Remus, “Did it seem as if the wards had fallen?”
“I felt something wrong, but I don’t know. Perhaps, it warrants another check?”
“I can go, Harry needs you two right now more than me.” Severus replied.
“I don’t know, Sev, he seemed pretty attached to you earlier. I think if he
wants anyone of us three at the moment, it’s you mate.” Sirius stated.
Remus started laughing.
“What the hell is funny?” Sirius asked his best friend.
“What you just said,” Remus managed to gasp out. “Never in all my years would I
have ever thought that combination of words would ever come out of your mouth.”
Remus laughed even harder, soon joined by some very muffled chuckles from
Severus and finally the barking laugh of Sirius Black.
“Oh shit, Remy, when you’re right, you’re right.” Sirius finally added.
Once they had got their giggles under control, Sirius asked, “What’s it matter
if the wards are down? Won’t Dumbledore just put up new ones?”
Severus looked heavenward at the question, and looked to Remus to give the
answer. He may love this man, but he asked some very borderline stupid
questions.
“Honestly, Padfoot, you were an Auror once you should know about blood-love
wards.” Remus looked at his friend.
Sirius shrugged, “Sometimes I have a hard time remembering things from before.”
The other two men looked at Sirius quizzically, as if they were examining his
brain. “Right. Well I don’t someone of blood relation to Harry is going to want
to die to reestablish the wards that were put in place when Harry first
arrived.” Remus stated, stifling a shiver knowing that Dumbledore would have
used his best friends’ blood, but at the time it seemed reasonable.
“That being said, the wards have also been Dumbledore’s primary reason for
Harry staying there every summer instead of at one of his friend’s houses.”
Severus added.
“So if the wards are down, than Dumbledore doesn’t have a leg to stand on so to
speak?” Sirius inquired.
“Indeed,” Severus replied, “the question is who shall investigate this manner
and dependent upon the findings what and how should we tell the Headmaster.”
“I vote that both you and Remus go, I don’t like the idea of only one of you
going when the wards might not be intact. I’m sure that if the Death Eaters
ever figure it out, that place will be ground zero for danger, regardless of if
Harry is there or not.” Sirius spoke steadily. He hated not being able to do
anything, but Harry needed him right now anyways, and he could live with that.
However, he’d be dammed if he was sending his lover or best friend out there
alone.
“I agree.” Remus put in.
Severus knowing that his lover’s statement held some very valid points and he
was not up to an argument at the moment merely nodded.
“Well that’s settled, when will you two be off?”
Severus frowned, “Night would be best if we hope to remain undetected.”
“Tonight then?” Remus asked.
“Yes, I believe that would be best.” With that said, Severus began summoning a
few items he felt would be needed as Remus summoned his cloak and Sirius
decided they should all have a good meal prior to the other’s departure and
began rummaging in the cupboards for something he could throw together.
“Does stew sound good to you two?” He asked absently wondering if the canned
goods were in fact good.
“Sounds just right.” Remus responded.
“Yes.” Severus also put in.
Pulling a pot from another cupboard Sirius set it on the stove and turned up
the flame looking at the can wondering how he was to open it. Severus noticing
the look of bewilderment upon his lover’s face crossed over to him.
“You need a can opener.”
“Oh.” Sirius had no idea where one of those can opener things might be.
“Really, Sirius, just summon it.” Remus said from across the room an amused
look on his face.
“Right.” Sirius shook his head, why hadn’t he thought of that?
Dinner sorted the three men sat down to enjoy their meal, none to certain
whether it would be an enjoyable one or not. Remus was the first to test out
the stew.
“It’s alright.” He tucked in, eating in an efficient manner that seemed more
productive than one savoring the food before him. Severus looked wearily upon
the food and shooting a brief look over at the werewolf who so far had not died
from the food tucked in as well.
Sirius also started in on his own portion agreeing with Remus it was alright.
Not good, but doable.
***
Remus and Severus arrived just as the street lights flickered on, noticing once
more that the area seemed oddly quiet. The whole place gave Severus a strange
feeling as if no one really lived here. He saw that there was a car in the
drive of number 4 and wondered if they should approach the family that had
clearly mistreated Harry so thoroughly.
Apparently he wasn’t the only one whose thoughts had strayed to such topics, “I
can’t just let them get away with what they’ve done.” Remus spoke into the
dark.
“Agreed, but first we need to determine the integrity of the wards.” Severus
replied pulling his wand out and reaching his magic out searching for the
barrier which should around the residence.
Remus, following suit, began searching for the wards with his own magic from a
different location. Both men slowing moving forward step by step until they
both found themselves on the front porch. Remus frowned catching Severus’s eye
and jerking his head back out to the street. Upon Severus’s nod both men
retreated to roughly where they had started.
“I didn’t feel a thing.” Remus spoke quietly.
“Nor did I, not even a hint of what should or even might be there.”
“It’s almost as if…” Remus trailed off frowning, “it couldn’t be though.”
“What? Remus, just finish the thought, even if it is unlikely better to
properly rule it out than just dismiss it.” Severus stated in frustration.
“It’s as if there has never been any magic here ever, but I felt bits of it
when we were here last time. The fact that Harry lived here should have
guaranteed at least a bit of residual magic, like echoes or ripples. For all
signs of magic to disappear this quickly would take either a banshee or a very
powerful spell.” As he finished he glanced over at the house noticing only a
few lights were on and there wasn’t the flickering light that would indicate a
television set was on.
“Strange.” Replied Severus mulling over Remus’s words. “If it was a spell to
cover tracks, then you would think that would show up more at scenes where the
death eater’s kill victims they don’t want brought to light.”
“Well, it is an especially powerful spell. I’ve only read about it from the
founder’s time. They would use it when they found muggleborns, so their
families wouldn’t suffer the consequences of the one using magic. Salazar
recounted in one of his personal diaries about how draining it was, he could
only cast it once or twice a year.” Remus spoke absent-mindedly.
“Do you really think it was a banshee, then?”
“No, that would not have gone unnoticed.” Remus’s frowned deepened. He didn’t
even know how the spell was cast, had never found the specifics only the
reference of it once or twice.
“Looks like we’ll be paying a visit to the Dursleys regardless now.” Severus
said and both men looked to the house wondering what they might find inside.
Chapter End Notes
     Any suggestions for the inside the Dursleys? Should they be dead or
     do want Severus and Remus to have a little fun with them?
***** Little Talks *****
Chapter Summary
     Sirius is worried, not about Remus or Severus but about who Harry
     might love.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
15
Sirius paced the kitchen for a few minutes after Remus and Severus left, he was
worried and wasn’t sure what exactly to do about it but talk with Harry. Once
the thought had entered his mind he sighed and headed up to his g/dson’s room.
He was not looking forward to the possibilities of what this conversation might
bring about. Maybe Harry would be asleep and he could put the whole thing off,
but that wouldn’t be any better. The worry and wondering would drive him up a
wall, patience was not something the Black family seemed to be blessed with.
At Harry’s door he almost decided the whole idea was stupid and turned around
to head elsewhere only to take two steps before turning back around to head
back to the door. He did this several times and had anyone, like Severus, had
been watching they would have found great amusement in this so-called
courageous Gryffindor acting so scared of the thoughts of a 14 year old boy,
but none the less, scared was what Sirius Black was.
Finally after the tenth or eleventh pass, Sirius squared his shoulders and
knocked lightly, once more had anyone been watching, they would have laughed at
this timid excuse for a knock, but no matter how quiet, Harry heard it and
called out, “Come in.”
Opening the door, Sirius entered the dimly lit room seeing Harry sitting up in
bed a book in his hand. “Hey Harry, how can you see well enough to read by?”
Sirius asked.
“Oh.” The boy shrugged looking around as if he hadn’t noticed how dark the room
really was, “I didn’t notice.”
“It’ll ruin your eyes, reading in such a low light.” Sirius said crossing to
the chair by the boy’s bed, waving his wand to bring the lights up. “There,
much better.”
“Did you need something?” Harry looked at his g/dfather, sensing his desire and
worry.
“Well, I was just letting you know that Remus and Severus have popped over to
number 4 to check the wards, we’re hoping that they have been weakened and that
should be good enough for Dumbledore to at least allow you to stay here-or
wherever you may want-for the remainder of the summer.”
Harry brighten slightly, “That’ll be great.” He said still sensing the other’s
worry. “Are you worried about that then?”
“Err, no not really. Remus is very resourceful and Severus has always managed
to look after himself.”
“Oh.”
The silence settled in then, Harry having no idea what his g/dfather wanted and
Sirius still struggling with the idea of having to broach this subject with
Harry. Finally after a few moments and Harry had returned to his book and
Sirius had fidgeted greatly, Sirius cleared his throat calling Harry’s
attention back to him.
“Harry, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
A look of worry flashed across the boy’s face but he replied, “Okay, yeah,
what’s up?”
“Well, it’s about Severus actually.”
The boy’s relief visibly passed through all his features. “Sure.”
“Well, how do you feel about him?” Sirius was never one for tact and simply
plunged right in.
Harry’s face furrowed in concentration, thinking about his answer before
responding, “Well, if you had asked me a week ago, I would have said he is a
right prick, but after well you know he came up here and talked to me. I
realized, he had his reasons for being like he is, and that he cared about me.”
“Right, so that talk you two had went well then?” Sirius grimaced and the
idiocy of what he had just asked but Harry didn’t seem to mind.
“Odd as it sounds, yeah. He’s pretty great you know?”
Sirius smiled a genuine smile then, “Yeah, I do know. Spent years convincing
myself otherwise, but…” he trailed off with a shrug.
Harry smiled as he felt the emotions shift slightly in the room. “I think he’s
a pretty good guy, once you get past all the bullshit he puts up to block
people out.”
“Yeah, so do you, um you know think you love him?” Sirius asked even more
horrified at how poorly he was wording everything. Remus was the wordsmith not
him.
“I, what do you mean?” Harry asked considering his g/father. “Do you think I
like blokes because of what happened to me?” Harry asked getting slightly
agitated.
Sirius looked at Harry in horror, here once again people were making
assumptions of what Harry wanted without even bothering to get the basic facts
first. “No, I guess, I mean, well when we were all up here earlier I saw you
looking to him for comfort, and you hugged him. I guess I’m just wondering do
you think you like him like that. If you do that’s fine, you can like guys, you
can like girls, or you can like both. I care about your happiness not exactly
who you find it with, as long as they’re good for you.” He was rambling, Sirius
Black did not ramble but here was driven to it by a wounded teenager with green
eyes and raven hair.
“Well, I don’t know exactly, I haven’t felt anything strong towards girls, and
only occasionally for blokes.” Harry shifted, this was a very strange
conversation to say the least.
“Well, has any of those blokes been Severus?”
Harry almost laughed, but he realized there was a point to this he just didn’t
know what it was yet. “I think I love him yes.” Sirius felt his heart shatter
to pieces, if Severus felt the same way than he knew he would wish them well,
and mourn the opportunities he had missed for being such a dick throughout
school. “But I don’t exactly have those feelings for him. I just, I don’t know
feel safe with him. I guess maybe I could.” Harry finished even more uncertain
of the reason behind this little chat.
“Oh, well, don’t think I’m pressuring you towards anyone I just wanted to know.
Also, I wanted to say that I would prefer you wait to have a physical
relationship with anyone until you much older. I mean, shit. I just want you
safe. I don’t think Severus would hurt you, but he is much older than you.”
Sirius was kicking himself, what the hell was he saying he sounded like every
parent in the known world, was this what he would be driven to if he was
allowed to continue raising Harry?
“I get it, but honestly the idea of any of that, with Severus, well it’s just a
little too weird for me right now.” Harry frowned, “Are you saying you don’t
want me dating older men?”
“No, I’m not saying that, why?”
“Well, one of the blokes, I met him in third year and I don’t know, just felt
drawn to him, but he left after that, and well he’s older.”
Sirius felt his face go slack, was Harry talking about Remus? Or maybe one of
the older students, he was somewhat flabbergasted. What the hell had he gotten
himself into starting this conversation? “Err, anyone I know?” He half joked.
“Yes.” Harry stated simply looking Sirius in the eyes.
“Err, not me right?” Sirius asked realizing he also fit Harry’s very vague
description. He was rewarded with the first true laugh he had heard from Harry
since he got here, realizing he had made himself the butt of the joke didn’t
even bother him, Harry was laughing. “I’ll take that as a no then.”
“Oh Merlin, no.” Harry laughed a little harder trying to picture himself ever
in a relationship like that with his g/dfather. “Not that you aren’t um, well,
you’re alright. But no.” Harry smiled a brilliant smile then one that reached
his eyes, taking away some of the dead look that had been there since his
arrival.
Sirius smiled back, “Hey, well you could do worse.”
“Oh yeah, I could have had a crush on Lockhart.” Harry quipped and both men
burst into laughter.
“Oh yes, that would be something I would love to see, you bringing Lockhart
here. Severus and Remus both would pitch a fit. I don’t think he’d make it out
alive.”
“Now that would be worth seeing.” Harry replied getting the last of his
laughter under control.
“So who is it then?” Sirius ever the curious one finally asked.
Harry smiled shyly then, “Um, well, Remus actually.” Harry blushed looking down
not seeing his g/dfater beam. Things might work out then, Sirius thought, just
have to make it through the next few years, defeat Voldemort, nothing to taxing
at all really.
Chapter End Notes
     So I left the Dursleys outcome still swinging in the wind to give you
     wonderful people a chance to offer some last minute suggestions.
***** How the Mighty Fall *****
Chapter Summary
     Remus and Severus explore Number 4.
16
No one answered when Remus knocked on the door, after Severus had rung the bell
at least ten times. Remus knew the bell was working, Severus knew that Remus
knew that the bell was working, but let him knock anyways. For some reason the
lack of magical presence unnerved both men and neither seemed to be nearly as
enthusiastic about entering the premises now as they might have been were they
not currently worried about what might be waiting for the unlucky soul who
might next stumble in. Which of course, Severus mused, was them. He wasn’t sure
who had the worse luck between the two of them, him or the werewolf.
Sighing Remus shrugged. “Well staring at the door won’t get us anywhere. Should
we notify the Ministry or see what’s what first?”
Severus put a thin hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, before
sighing in turn, “I think it would be best if we knew what happened. If we send
the Ministry in first and Harry’s not there, this could get very ugly very
fast.”
“You’re right, but it’s just so fucking creepy.” Remus replied glaring at the
door as if the whole ordeal was its fault.
Severus started for a moment, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d ever heard Remus
cuss, and if he had never had he heard him say such things calmly. “Fucking
creepy, I would hazard to guess will turn out to be a bit of an
understatement.”
“I guess, well,” Remus waved his wand unlocking the door, “age before beauty,
which means you I think.”
“Oh you are just too kind.” Severus joked back opening the door. Never in his
life did he imagine he would be joking with Remus Lupin of all people, but a
lot of things he thought would never happen seemed to be coming about lately.
The downstairs looked exactly as it had when they were last there. That bizarre
too clean look that show houses have but no house that people actually live in
should ever look like. The quiet was almost absolute, save for a steady muffled
thumping coming from somewhere above the two men.
“Severus, do you hear that?” Remus whispered.
“Yes, but I think it best if we fully investigate downstairs first.” Severus
replied as he walked down the entryway and into what appeared to be a living
room. This room also, was too clean. There were a few items that indicated a
family did occupy the place but nothing out of place.
“I can see a layer of dust, like no one has been here for a while, which
doesn’t make any since considering the car is here now and wasn’t before.”
Remus spoke aloud mostly to break the quiet and drowned out the thudding which
was slowly encompassing his mind. He didn’t like it here, his shackles were
rising, or would be if he were in wolf form.
“I think the dining and kitchen areas are just through there.” Severus led the
way again stopping so suddenly that Remus ran into his back.
“What the…” Remus trailed off as he stepped around Severus to see the dining
table which had food set out as if for a party, slowly rotting away. Remus had
no idea why the smell had yet to hit him or Severus yet. Almost as if it were
an illusion. “Is it real?”
Waving his wand, Severus frowned. “From what I can tell yes.” This was a
strange puzzle indeed, and Severus was not sure he wished to figure out what
would come of it all.
“Let’s move on to the kitchen, there’s not likely to be any indication as to
what has happened in here that what we’ve already discovered. Strange though.”
Remus now in the lead headed for the kitchen. Once again the man in the lead
stopped so abruptly the one following ran into the other’s back.
Severus, stepping around a frozen Remus, looked up his eyes immediately drawn
to what had froze the werewolf in his tracks. There hanging in midair was the
remains of Petunia Dursley, by the looks of it she had been ravaged by wild
animals and left to rot. Once more the absence of smell was noted by Severus.
“At least now we know.” Severus spoke.
“Know what?” Remus managed. Having never known the woman, only stories of her
from Lily, and then Harry, he found he could only muster a little sympathy for
the women who had been so horrible to his mate. Still it was a brutal way to
go.
“That the wards failed and someone came after them.” Severus replied. Both men
still staring up at the remains of the woman. “They didn’t leave a dark mark
though, so the minister will be reluctant to say it was death eaters that did
this.”
“I guess we should try and find the rest of the family then?” Remus asked.
“Onwards and upwards it is then.” Severus replied walking back to where the
stairs were.
The upstairs landing was fairly clean as well, and aside from the thudding
whose volume had increased since their arrival there was still no sound.
Walking first to what they knew to be Harry’s room, Severus opened the door.
Unlike anywhere else so far, aside from the corpse in the kitchen, this room
seemed to be the only one ransacked. Bits of the wall were actually removed.
“They were looking for something.” Severus stated as he took notice of the
small uniformed cuts clearly made by a wand.
“You mean they might not have been after Harry at all, but something he might
have?”
“That or they were looking for a clue as to where he might have gone.” Severus
replied. “Next room.” He stated simply walking out of the hell hole the
youngest Potter had endured.
The next room as it turned out, was where Veron Dursley met his demise. Seated
on the toilet, pants down around his ankles, and face a strange purple color,
the man had seemed to have shat himself to death. The only telling sign was the
marks around his wrists that indicated he had been bound in place.
“I don’t even want to know why or how they came up with this form of death.”
Remus stated before quickly leaving the room.
“I honestly, couldn’t begin to guess. It is very outside the norms of how death
eaters kill, but perhaps the Dark Lord has gotten tired of the norms. I know he
was recruiting in other countries, this could be there handy work.” Severus
spoke conversationally.
“Do you think there’s a chance they hung around?” Remus asked.
“No their magical cores would have showed up else.”
“What if they aren’t magical in what that spell recognizes?” Remus mused aloud.
Severus stopped and looked at the other man. “Shit.”
“You mean they could be?”
“Fucking shit.” Severus cursed. Waving his wand casting a slightly different
spell, he nodded his head when the light came back a cool blue. “Do you want
the good news or the bad news first?” He asked Remus.
“Bad I guess.”
“Well, it would appear that there is some magical traces left behind by a
magical creature. Good news is you were right, a banshee did cause all of this.
Bad news is it’s still nearby, good news is it doesn’t know we’re here yet.”
“Well then.”
“We need to find the cousin, just keep your guard up for noise.”
“Banshees tend to be rather quiet you know.” Remus replied.
“Well, then try and smell it.”
“That won’t work either, remember the dining room.”
“Well, for fucks sake Remus help me find the dammed cousin and then get the
fuck out of here.”
“Why do we need to find the cousin?”
“To see if he’s alive or not.”
“Yeah, alright.” Remus waved his wand attempting a locator spell, but all his
wand did was spin. “Strange.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake he’s probably the one making that stupid thudding noise in
the room on the other side of Harry’s.” Severus whispered exasperatedly.
Both men headed to the room, wands at the ready. Severus gently opened the
door, the thudding sound once more growing in volume.
The closet doors moved in and out as if breathing in time to the thudding, both
men exchanged glances before Remus reached out to open the doors which seemed
to have developed a life of its own.
The doors swung open rapidly and both men jumped back as the not dead yet not
living body of Dudley Dursley rolled out into the room. Drool was hanging from
the edges of his mount and the thudding appeared to have been caused by the
boy’s methodical rocking back and forth.
“He’s been cursed.” Severus spoke examining the teen. “It’s a rather nasty
version of the equivalent exchange spell.”
“You mean he’s being forced to relive all his worst nightmares?”
“His and any he may have caused anyone else. It’s actually some very tricky bit
of spell work, and hasn’t been in use since before Merlin in the UK…This has
the marks of eastern European wizards. In this state he can’t exactly die. Or
so the theory goes.”
“Let’s get out of here.” Remus looked at the boy in horror, he did not want to
fall prey to this brand of magic.
“Yes.”
With that both men left Number 4 hopefully for the last time. One problem was
resolved, there was no way Harry could be expected to return there, but it also
brought into play some very nasty new problems.
Severus, sighed to himself, one thing at a time he thought as 12 Grimmauld
Place materialized before him.
***** Depravity *****
Chapter Summary
     Dumbledore had a plan, but now he must resort to the back-up plan.
Chapter Notes
     Child abuse, sexual assault, date rape trigger warning.
Dumbledore paced his office, angry beyond fathomable words. He had a plan, and
then of course it all became muddled. For decades he had searched out a
suitable counterpart to help him sire a child. In his younger years, he had
thought perhaps Gellert would have been made a good choice, but the man went
all dark wizard crazy and had to be locked away. Grindewald, had proved helpful
in Albus establishing himself in top society.
After the Gellert fiasco, he took sometime furthering his political sway in the
magical world and then shocked everyone by becoming a professor, but nowhere
else in all of wizarding Britain could he have hoped to find the most suitable
sperm/egg donor. Many had made his consideration list, but never did one seem
right. At least not until Lily Evans and James Potter came to Hogwarts. They
both possessed talents and traits he valued, but individually were too rough
around the edges.
At last he conceded a child from those two would be the ideal he had been
waiting for, but getting them together had been a chore. In one of the many
occasions where Sirius Black and Severus Snape had wound up in his office, he
read Sirius’s feeling for the other boy, and one on one got him to admit more
or less the truth. Homosexuality was highly frowned upon in the wizarding world
and Dumbledore used that to his advantage. Feeding the Black heir with ideas of
how to rid himself of such feelings by tormenting the object of his affection.
Eventually, his plan worked and Lily no longer looked to Severus, but to James.
That fateful day when Severus had called her a mudblood, Dumbledore had called
her to his office to “ask” what had happened. With Severus out of the way
Dumbledore administered a love potion to the girl. Then later one to James, it
only seemed right that they should both be head over heels for each other.
Harry was the result, and Dumbledore knew the time was near where he needed
them to mix magic and lust to create a child. Harry would be fifteen soon, and
Voldemort would only wait so long before going after the boy again. Harry must
not die until after they had made a child. Thus, a planned kidnap had seemed
the best idea when he had noticed the wards around number 4 failing. Once again
Dumbledore contacted his old friend Grindewald and asked him to send a man he
trusted to follow orders for a job.
It had been planned out so perfectly, seeds of betrayal had been planted on
both the dark and light side. Everything was set for the boy’s “kidnapping”,
where after, Dumbledore would rescue Harry, keep him hear at the castle and
prepare him for what was to occur. Hermione Granger would be the vessel; so she
was to have come to school early where her and Harry would think they had a
drunken night that ended in sex and Hermione pregnant.
It was all so prefect! Nothing was going as planned. Harry was likely
squirreled away at number 12 with his sorry excuse for a g/dfather. When the
hired man had reported the boy was not there and asked what to do with the
family Dumbledore had told him whatever he liked. Now, of course he had a back-
up plan, the boy would have to be abducted from Hogsmeade. No time for prepping
him as he would have liked.
Dumbledore stopped pacing and stroked his bread thoughtfully, yes he would have
loved taking his time to “prepare” the boy. Teaching him the ropes as it were,
but Hermione was still available to him. He needed to figure out how much prep
work she would need. As his thoughts drifted to the young witch he felt his
prick come alive and absently cupped his balls as he sent off a patronus
requesting the girl’s presence here to discuss the upcoming term.
If anyone had asked Dumbledore if he were heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual
he would have replied, he was “sexual”. It was simply that, age, gender,
pedigree, or most other things didn’t really matter to him. If the ministry
only knew what went on in Dumbledore’s bedroom life he would spend the
remainder of his days out as a fucktoy in Azkaban.
The woosh of the fire notified him the girl had arrived. Collecting himself
briefly he turned to her, “Ah Ms. Granger so glad you were available. Please
have a seat.” He gestured to one of the chairs she would normally sit in.
“Before we begin, have some tea, it would not do to have you drifting off in
what I’m sure will be a tedious bit of conversation.”
“Yes, sir.” Hermione replied, sitting down and taking the tea Dumbledore
offered her with a questioning glance.
“Ah, you are wondering perhaps, why I called you here.”
“Yes, sir.” Hermione took a few sips of her tea, shifting a bit as her
headmaster stared at her.
“Well, I have decided that I wanted to discuss your schedule this year, I am a
bit concerned that you might become overwhelmed with the extra duties of
becoming a prefect.” Dumbledore smiled, then seeing the blank look in her eyes
it turned more sinister. She had not seen him add the potion which acted a
great deal like the muggle date rape drug only with the added benefit that
while under the effects no new memories were created. Much more effective than
obliviating where memories could sometimes be retrieved.
Certain that she was under the pull of the potion, Dumbledore wasted no time in
delving into her mind. It was a very orderly place, and though he could not
recall her every learning of the art of occlumency, it would seem she had a bit
of natural affinity for it. With a little effort, however, he was able to find
what he was looking for.
Hermione was a virgin, and Dumbledore felt his balls tighten at revelation. It
appeared, however, she had quite a fantasy life, images of her being sandwiched
between Fred and George as she sucked on Harry’s dick flicked before
Dumbledore’s mind as an evil smile spread on the old man’s face. It would seem
she was much wilder than any would give her credit for. Another image of her
straddling Remus as his cock pumped into her ass. Yes, she may be a virgin, but
the deflowering of Hermione Granger would be one which Dumbledore would enjoy
witnessing as he and Harry planted themselves into her.
Pulling from her mind, he considered the girl sitting across from him. With a
wave of his wand, her clothes were altered, a baby tee cut just below the
bottom of her now braless breasts and a skirt that end just above the cleft of
her smooth ass. Standing up he walked over to her and stood her up.
“Undress me.” He ordered, pulling an image he had seen in her mind forward,
“Like this.”
Hermione’s hands undid his robes and the glided off of him like water falling.
Next her mouth undid each button of his shirt, as her hands peeled the shirt
from his skin. Finally she sunk to her knees, mouthing the hard heat of his
cock which was trapped almost painfully under his pants and then the offending
objects were gone and Dumbledore stood proudly erect and naked before his
student. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he encouraged her mouth to
continue the work she had started.
Warmth hesitantly wrapped around his head, and it was all he could do not to
slam its full length into her virgin mouth, but he had other plans. After a few
more licks teasing his head he pulled the girl up and walked her around so she
now stood before him as he sat in his chair. “Play with yourself.”
One of Hermione’s hands went between her legs, and began rubbing back and forth
as the other grabbed onto one of her breasts teasing the nipple hidden behind
her shirt. Dumbledore slowly stroked himself as he watched her administer to
herself, occasionally letting out a little moan which he found exceedingly
erotic. “Good, now take off your top.”
Hermione complied and stood before him with her beautiful perky breast finally
exposed and Dumbledore stood once more, his hands cupping the fullness of them,
then leaning down he began to suck longingly on one while teasing the other
with his hand. Her moans increased in need and want and Dumbledore sent his
other hand down into her wet heat. Flicking her clit rather roughly he was
rewarded with not only a gasp but her hips bucking. His finger sunk down inside
her and longed to bury his weeping prick deep inside her, but her being a
virgin when he conducted the ceremony with her and Harry would make for an even
more powerful heir, so he resisted.
Instead, he stood up and lead her over to his desk where placed her at the
corner so each push would rub against her sensitive parts. Bending her over, he
dropped to his knees and began to play with her asshole. It’s pucker soon moist
with his ministrations. His fingers which had been playing in other hole moved
to this newly wanton place and he began to stretch her. No he would not enter
her pussy today, but he would fuck this girl in her ass.
Looming over her he lined up his head, rubbing it along the crease, against the
lips which if he were to push poorly guarded her cunt, her wetness slathered on
his cock he finally entered her ass. It was almost too much, it had been so
long since he’d had a good fuck, and he almost shot his load right then and
there but he stilled for a moment letting the wave crash over him, before he
thrust deeper and harder. Soon he was slamming her so hard against the desk it
moved. Feeling his balls sucking up towards his body he knew he was close.
Grabbing her breast he let out a wild yell and cum shot out from his dick deep
into her.
Finished, he cleaned both himself and her up and returning her to her original
state. Then he returned them to as they were sitting before, placing the
antidote in Hermione’s tea, and told her, “Drink your tea before it gets cold.”
Hermione took a sip and immediately the blank look left the girl and she shook
her head a little.
“Now as I was saying, your schedule will be very full this year with prefect
duties. I want you to make sure you take time to have some fun.”
“Err, yes sir.” Hermione responded crossing her legs, she couldn’t say why but
she noticed a familiar wetness between her legs and wondered what new level of
depravity she must have fallen to getting horny in front of her headmaster. She
frowned, this horny didn’t feel quite right though, and she wasn’t sure why,
but suddenly being alone with the headmaster made her very uncomfortable.
Soon the tea was all gone and Hermione was sent on her way.
***** A Break At Last *****
Chapter Summary
     Remus and Severus talk, and Sirius arrives with news.
Remus studied the chess board before him, it had been a long time since he’d
had a decent opponent and he hoped to make a go of it. Sirius had never had the
patience for the game and decided to make better use of his time by mucking
about in the kitchen.
“If you’re going to take all day, I think I’ll have to brew a fresh pot of
tea.” Severus remarked.
“Hold on, there’s something there I’m just not seeing.” Remus tapped the base
of his knight against his chin, then reluctantly took Severus’s bishop.
Severus moved his rook, “Check.” Remus moved his king forward a square and
Severus smirked, “So are you ever going to tell Harry then?”
“Tell him what?” Remus replied as he watched Severus’s remaining bishop take a
pawn.
“That he has the potential to be your mate?”
“I haven’t decided, exactly when or how much, but he does deserve to know. It’s
just a little complicated.” Remus moved another pawn hoping to tempt Severus
into losing the other bishop.
“He still has a choice?” Severus inquired, ignoring the pawn and moving his
other rook.
“Well yes and no. A part of him might always feel as if something is missing in
other relationships, especially since my wolf side has identified as not only a
mate, but a soul mate.”
Severus took another sip of his tea, Remus was still considering his next move,
“So a soul mate is more extreme than just a regular mate?”
“Yes, generally, an individual wolf will have a mate for life, but the bond is
the same as most marriages. Soul mates will actually share attributes. Their
magic can blend to create even more powerful magic.”
“Soul mates are even rarer then. I imagine they mate for life as well.”
“Yes, but they may be in need of more than one mate.” Remus finally moved his
knight claiming a pawn.
“So multiple mates at once? How often does that occur?” Severus moved his
bishop, almost corning Remus’s king.
“Not very, it really is dependent on the need of the individual mates.”
“Are they all mated to each other then or does one just have multiple?”
“Once again, it’s a case by case bases.” Remus took a sip of his tea frowning
at the board.
“Is Harry your only soul mate?”
Remus continued to frown at the board, then sighing he looked up, “No, my wolf
side responded once before, but that person… Well, I never told him. He loved
someone else and it seemed best to let him have a chance at that happiness.” He
moved his king over a square.
“Didn’t you say, that your soul mate would feel as if he were missing something
in other relationships?”
Remus shrugged, “Yeah.”
Severus frowned and turned his attention back to the board, moving his knight,
“Check Mate.”
“Shit.”
“Good game, you lasted ten moves longer than Harry, 20 more than Sirius.”
“That does so much to boost my esteem Snape, thank you.” Remus smiled then
stuck out his tongue.
“You are spending far too much time with Sirius.”
“I think I’ll tell Harry before his birthday, everybody is set to start moving
here shortly before then. I won’t have many opportunities to get him alone
before he goes to school.”
“He’ll probably react poorly.” Severus refilled his tea. “Although, he’ll be
glad for the time to process it alone.”
“Or so he can talk to you without everyone freaking out.”
“Perhaps, I need to discuss that matter with him soon as well.”
“It’ll be hard for him to lose your support.”
“He won’t have to, he earns enough detentions with me as it is.” Severus
smirked at the slightly shocked look on Remus’s face.
“Let’s just hope he’s a good actor then.”
“Indeed.”
“What do you think I should say?” Remus looked at Severus.
“Why the hell are you asking me? Did you not just witness how long it took for
Sirius and myself to get our own heads out of our asses and admit the truth?”
Remus chuckled a little then, “Good point.”
Sirius chose that moment to walk in, “Oh good you’re done playing that stupid
board game. I’ve received a reply owl from Dumbledore, in regards to the wards
around Number 4 and moving Harry.”
Both men turned to face Sirius, Remus replying, “And?”
With an overdone flourish, Sirius unrolled the parchment he had and cleared his
throat.
“Are you planning one telling us within the next few hours? If not I think I’ll
get dinner started.” Severus said, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his
mouth.
“Oi, how often do I get to do anything around here? Can’t you let me have this
moment?”
“By all means.” Severus gestured as Remus covered his chuckle at the antics of
the other two with a cough and a quick sip of tea.
“As I was saying, Dumbledore replied, stating that the falling of the wards
concerns him greatly and at this juncture can see no better place for Harry to
be moved to other than number 12 seeing as the order will be setting up shop
there by mid-month.”
“Well, that’s excellent, but shouldn’t we be including Harry in this?” Remus
asked smiling.
“Fuck, you’re right…Sometimes I just have a hard time remembering he’s a
teenager. I mean up until last year all I had were memories of him as a wobbly
toddler.” Sirius replied.
“No time like the present to make new memories.” Severus put in. “Remus and I
will have another go at chess while you talk to Harry.”
Remus shot a questioning gaze at Severus but shrugged and started setting the
chess board back up.
“Right…” Sirius shifted from foot to foot a bit awkwardly. “What if he doesn’t
want to stay?”
“He will.” Both Remus and Severus replied.
Remus shook his head and smiled, “He’ll be thrilled Padfoot.”
“Also, tell him that Madam Pomfery would like him to stay in bed one more
night. If his scans are good in the morning, he’ll be off bed rest.” Severus
added.
“Don’t you want to tell him?”
“Just go spend time with your g/dson already.”
Sirius nodded, then left.
“I get why you had him tell Harry. He has been a little skittish about him.”
Remus said as he contemplated his opening move.
“Yes. I think he’s a bit afraid of saying the wrong thing, although I know he
and Harry had that one talk while we were out…”
“Oh?” Remus asked.
“I don’t know what it was about, but he seemed relieved by it.”
“Hmm.”
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