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Slytherin Match
By Lillian

Harry awoke slowly, luxuriating in the nest of warmth surrounding him. He did not want to get up yet. Charms was his first class on Monday morning and he had not yet finished the paper Professor Flitwick was expecting, what with getting married and all over the weekend.

Harry felt the arms tucking him against a body that he sleepily recognized as his husband Severus.

Harry heard a snort near his ear.

"Harry, time for us to get up. You can use the bathroom first," Severus' voice sounded remarkably clear and non-sleepy.

Harry stirred and slipped out of the arms surrounding him. He poked his feet out from under the covers.

"Shite. Is it always so cold down here in the mornings?" Harry's morning erection was making him feel a bit awkward, so he kept his back to Severus.

"It is a dungeon, Potter. You'll find that on the hotter days the cool will be welcome," Severus replied.

Harry looked over the room and noted his personal items had been stacked against the wall. Dobby had been busy overnight. All of Harry's possessions had been moved down into Severus' quarters. Harry felt a momentary pang.

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Severus noticed Harry's sudden silence.

"Harry?" Snstudstudied the back of his new husband. His thin shoulders looked too fragile to have the weight of the responsibilities he carried.

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"Yes, I'm going right now." With that, Harry jumped out of bed and padded into the bathroom for his shower.

Severus threw back the bedcovers and started to take his clothing for the day out of the dresser. There would be many challengeshis his and Harry's union and he had to be prepared to protect and support Harry.

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Sirius Black was walking through the early morning rain into the town of Boncath, in Wales, where he lived on the outskirts. He was a tall, good-looking man in his late thirties with piercing blue eyes. He had naturally curling raven black hair that was graying prematurely at the sides. He walked in every day to get the Daily Prophet and drew more than a few appreciative looks from his neighbors.

Sirius had stayed here over the last few months awaiting new assignments from the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore had felt that Sirius was invaluable as a spy and that he shouldn't "surface" more than necessary. This was difficult for him, as he missed his friend Moony and especially his godson Harry. He hadn't seen Harry in months. Of course, they owled each other, but it wasn't the same.

He stopped at a little convenience store that was run by a wizarding family. Here both muggles and wizards could receive newspapers and journals appropriate to their status. Sirius paid for the Daily Prophet laid aside for him and, without looking at it, traipsed towards home. In fifteen minutes he reached the small cottage on the outskirts of the town and walked through his unlocked front door. The wards on his home were intact, he noted with satisfaction. Nothing or anyone would get in here without his permission.

He sat down before the fire and prepared to catch up with the news.

"BLOODY HELL"

Sirius' eyes widened as he quickly scanned the front page. It must be a hoax. It had to be. Harry bonded to Severus Snape? The Marauder's long time enemy? The former death-eater turned spy married with Harry? It had to be a sick joke. He felt acid churning in his gut, fueled by his anger.

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Sirius quickly threw down the paper and walked out to the small barn beside the cottage, where his owl awaited him. First, an owl to Minerva to announce he was coming to Hogwarts. He had to find out if this sickening news was true as soon as possible and he knew Dumbledore might not give him permission to return. In this case he wasn't going to ask, he was going to tell them he was coming.

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In the drawing room of the Malfoy Estate, Narcissa Malfoy calmly buttered her scone. Even engaged in this mundane task, she carried herself like a queen. Slim and petite, she showed her Veela heritage in her silver-blond hair and her effortless personal magnetism.

Lucius had been gone all night. She wondered what the summons had been about but was wise enough not to ask. Lucius had immediately gone to Lord Voldemort's call.

With a popping sound, a house elf apparated.

"If you please, madam," it began. With an indolent wave of her hand, she indicated the creature could continue.

"Master is ill. Siki has brought the master into his chamber," the house elf nervously continued.

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"Very well Siki, see to the master. I will be up later."
The house elf popped out.

Harry snorted. Not that there was much to tell save for the aborted kiss. He blushed when he thought of kneeing his husband accidentally in the groin during his fervor to get closer.

Madam Pince cleared her throat once and Harry snapped out of his daydream. If he didn't hurry he'd be late for Professor Sprout's Herbology class. Quickly, he gathered up his books, parchment and quills and left the library.

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Headmaster Dumbledore was takiis eis ease in his office and preparing tea for himself and Minerva McGonagall. She always joined him during this free period to discuss Hogwarts, its students and whatever issues had cropped up.

Dumbledore frowned as he looked at his timepiece; Minerva was ten minutes late. That was very unlike her.

At that very moment, he heard the sound of the stairs being activated.

Minerva burst into the room, her hair slightly askew and her hands grasping on to the bottom of her robes to enable her to move more quickly.

Albus' eyes widened. Minerva never hurried anywhere unless there was a significant problem.

"Albus, we have a dilemma," she started out breathlessly.

"Come, my dear. Sit down and have your tea. The problem won't get solved any faster by your agitating yourself," he twinkled at her.

Minerva took a deep breath and gathered her dignity. She sat down in the chair waiting for her. Dumbledore waved at her gently, indicating she should pour. While she was about this routine task, she spoke in a low tone to her long time lover.

"Albus, I received a very disturbing owl after my first transfiguration class. It was from Sirius," she said as she added lemon to both their teacups.

"He saw the marriage announcement in the Daily Prophet and is extremely upset and will be here directly," she said, glancing at Albus to catch his reaction.

"Ah. Well, this is a delicate time for Harry and Severus. Siri must not beowedowed to interfere," he said in a serious tone.

"My dear, how will you stop him? He is very angry and likely to do or say anything."

"Regrettably, I must intervene in this situation, Minerva. Harry and Severus must have this time to err...adjust to their new state and umm...consummate their bond."

Minerva gave him a sharp look.

To her surprise, she saw him blushing.

"Well, my dear, it is to their best advantage that these things be monitored as it were. So much depends upon their successful bonding. Harry and Severus will both benefit greatly in the end. There will come a time when it will be badly needed," this was said with an almost mournful air.

Minerva's heart contracted. Albus wasn't saying something, something quite important. However, she knew better than to try to pry it out of him.

"While I believe the marriage was hasty, even by wizarding standards, after seeing them at their bonding I believe they have possibilities," she said gently.

Albus' head rose back up from the contemplation of his teacup.

"Yes, Minerva, sometimes it's best to prepare for all eventualities," he said calmly.

Minerva looked tenderly at her lover and smiled.

"So what are your plans where Sirius is concerned, then?"

Dumbledore smiled at her. "Well, I did think that maybe Hagrid could manage to occupy Siri until I'm able to find the time in my calendar to have a little conference with him."

Minerva looked at the almost Cheshire-like smile on Albus' face.

"Sometimes, my dear Albus, you're as bad as the Weasley boys," she said fondly.

"I'll take that as a compliment, my sweet."

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Harry reached Severus' personal quarters at half past eight. It had been a long day. His muscles ached with the tension of the day. Even Quidditch practice hadn't hd lod loosen him up.

"Snake," he said quietly to the stonewall. Immediately, the wall separated, opening up Severus'...no Severus and Harry's quarters. Severus had given him the password this morning, before they went their separate ways.

The room was surprisingly neat and homey. Despite the chill of the dungeons, the large fireplace in the sitting room was inviting. Harry threw down his book bag and proceeded to take out the assignments he hadn't yet had a chano fio finish.

Twenty minutes later, as he lay sprawled in front of the fireplace working on his much delayed Charms assignment from Professor Flitwick, he heard the grinding of the wall again.

He turned his head and saw Severus entering. His His husband looked tired.

"Is everything alright, Severus?" Harry said.

"Yes, of course. It's just been a particularly trying day," he replied.

"Ron and Hermione told me that Malfoy..." Harry began.

"Mr. Malfoy is serving detention with Filch for his insolence." Severus looked down at Harry. "I also took fifty points from Slytherin," he said in a chilly voice.

Harry thought back to the confrontation between Malfoy and Zabini during breakfast.

"This isn't about what he said, at breakfast I mean? Really, I just ignored it," he began.

"Harry, I will not tolerate anyone insulting my bond-mate. That includes Malfoy. I would punish him, if for nothing else, for the pure stupidity in making his feelings known. It was poor politics and not in keeping with typical Slytherin behavior. Might I say, it was even Gryffindor-like," he said with a smirk.

"Do you mean that if he hadn't said anything, but just thought it, you wouldn't have punished him? That just doesn't make sense," Harry said, frustrated in trying to understand his husband's motivations.

"Harry, among Slytherin families, respect is the most sought status. A family earns it through their accomplishments, strength and cunning. My family has that respect. Young Malfoy chose not to honor that and he must pay the price. I doubt very much that Lucius and Narcissa would disagree with me on this matter, regardless of their ties to the deatheaters," he said tiredly.

"But..."

"Harry, you must trust me to deal with my house as I see fit. I am well aware that you don't completely understand the machinations of the Slytherin mind. How could you? You think, feel and act like a Gryffindor."

"Severus, you say that like it's some kind of insult," Harry said in a small fit of pique.

"Not at all, Harry." Severus' mouth twitched. "Your house has a kind of strength, loyalty and clarity of purpose that my Slytherins could never have. They are always testing the waters, weighing and sorting through opportunities. Always looking for what is best for them, their family. Slytherins are seldom what we would call altruistic. Gryffindors embrace ideals and self-sacrifice and help to balance out the more cynical nature of the Slytherins. Ying and Yang."

Harry regarded his husband curiously. He'd always thought that Severus was totally biased towards his House, but that apparently wasn't the case.

"Harry, you must realize that politics plays a large role in what I do as the head of Slytherin House at Hogwarts," Severus continued.

"Yes, Severus. I'm beginning to see that teaching and managing house politics is a lot more complicated than I thought," Harry said.

Harry hatedated for a moment, but then got up from where he was lying and walked over to Severus to put his arms around him. For a moment, he was afraid he'd offended his husband; but then Severus' arms wound around Harry's body. Harry felt warmth and security, being held like this.

"It's been a long day, Mr. Potter," Severus began, lightly kissing his forehead. "Once you've finished your assignments, go to bed."

"What about you? Aren't you going to come to bed, too?" Harry said.

"Later, Harry. I have an enormous amount of grading to do before I can sleep. Now hop to it," and with that he gave Harry a sharp slap to his buttocks.

Harry jumped in surprise but grinned at Severus' familiarity. His cock twitched at the look Severus gave him. He started to redden.

Harry coughed and turned away to pick up the books and parchment on the floor in front of the fireplace.

Severus continued to gaze at him.

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"Wormtail," said a voice like dead leaves in the fall. "Why didn't my spies tell me that Severus was about to turn traitor?"

Peter Pettigrew shook as he stood before the dark lord. Voldemort was furious, and when that happened people died in exceedingly painful fashion. He only hoped it wouldn't be him. Once upon a time he'd been a courageous Gryffindor, but Voldemort had leeched that out of him, leaving only fear behind.

"That fool Lucius hasn't produced any decent information, even with that smarmy son of his in the same year as Potter," he continued.

The dark lord sat in a throne-like intertwining of the bases of two trees. It was cold and dark and Peter was very afraid of his Lord's displeasure.

"Severus must pay for this insolence. He deserted me once and lived to tell the tale, but not this time," came the sibilant hiss.

"What about your newest agent, my lord? They're inside Hogwarts. Can't they take care of this little problem for you?" Peter fell back a few paces at Voldemort's expression.

"Yes. Yes. It would be amusing to use a traitor to kill another traitor," said Voldemort. "Potter is too well protected by Dumbledore for my little friend to attempt that, but Severus is vulnerable."

The icy wind blew as Voldemort considered this turn of events.

"And I have just the spell for them to use. An ancient Phoenician spell that can only be used on Samhain, when the two worlds of the dead and living are closest to one another," Voldemort then laughed.

Peter shivered and his skin crawled at the sound of his Lord's laughter.

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Harry, Ron, Hermione & Neville stood transfixed. Dumbledore had informed them through a note sent during their History of Magic class that during their next free period they were needed for an assignment. They were directed to meet him in the small chamber located off the Entrance Hall, opposite the Great Hall.

In the small room was a stockpile of gifts, both large and small. There had to be at least a hundred of them.

Harry looked at his friends.

"What's all this, then? What does Dumbledore want us to do?"

Hermione pursed her lips. She had an idea, but decided to wait until the Headmaster joined them.

Just at that moment, they heard a cheery voice as the Headmaster walked in the door.

"Ah, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. I'm sure Harry appreciates your assistance," he said in a jovial manner.

Harry looked at the Headmaster, his head cocked in inquiry.

"I do?" he said curiously. "Headmaster, what are all these presents?"

"Why Harry, they are your and Severus' wedding gifts. They started to come in as soon as the article in the Daily Prophet appeared."

Dumbledore turned his best benign smile on the Gryffindors.

"I thought that your friends might like to have a go at helping you to keep track of who has sent what, thank you notes, etc. etc.," he said with a wave of his hand.

"Wait," Harry squeaked. "These are all for Severus and myself? How....why..." he stuttered.

Hermione took pity upon Harry.

"Harry, you are quite famous, after all. It's to be expected that people would send you and Severus wedding gifts," she said gently.

Dumbledore smiled.

"There is a small table in the corner with a quill and parchment to start your thank you list," he continued.

Ron and Neville continued to look gob-smacked.

"Harry, you've hit the lottery! Just look at all this," Ron said,iousiously very impressed.

Dumbledore patted Harry gently on the shoulder.

"Best to start as soon as possible, Harry. More are on the way," he said in a mock warning tone.

"More?" Harry gasped. "Yes, of course, we'll get started right now," he said, more than a little overwhelmed by the project.

With a last pleased look, Dumbledore turned to leave to let them start their task.

"Neville, look at this," Ron said. "It's from the Malfoys! Do you think Dumbledore has checked this for any dark magic?" He indicated a large package with green and silver wrapping paper and a silver bow.

"Ron, don't be silly," Hermione said. "No dark magic would be able to get past the wards in Hogwarts. Dumbledore wouldn't let that happen.'' She shook head ead gently.

Ron looked suspicious still. "Oh, I don't know, Hermione," he said. "If anyone could find a way to sneak something in, those Malfoys could."

Neville grinned at Hermione and Harry as they started to form an assembly line to deal with the gifts.

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Sibyll Trelawney looked over Lavender Brown's shoulder at her star chart.
"Nicely done, my dear," she praised. Sibyll's mind was occupied elsewhere, though. How could her divination powers have failed her? She squinted through the incense-laden air and stared at Harry Potter.

Harry noticed Professor Trelawney's eye fixed on him. He hoped she wasn't building towards another "your doom is following you" scenario. She loved proclaiming his various upcoming nasty ends.

Sibyll, in fact, had gone into a light trance staring at Harry's bond bracelet. The green and silver of the bracelet seem to wink on and off at her in the muted light. The other students were starting to notice their Professor's demeanor as well. Lavender looked eager, Ron looked disgusted and the Slytherins just looked bored.

Softly but then increasing in volume came Trewlaney's voice.

"Traitor, traitor, traitor...Severus....death...Voldemort...," Sibyll growled out and then her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed on to the floor.
Several of the girls in the class screamed, including Lavender and Millicent Bulstrode.
Neville Longbottom, closest to the Professor, started to fan her with his star chart. The students all started to gather around the fallen Professor, babbling excitedly.
A shaken Harry just stared at the gaudily dressed witch.

"Move away from her, you prats. Come on, give her some breathing room," came the calm voice of Blaise Zabini as he pushed back the crowd of milling students.
Neville had gone to get a damp cloth from the nearest boy's lavatory, wrung it out and had just handed it over to Zabini.

"Good work, Neville," Blaise smiled down at him, being five inches taller than the shy boy.

Neville blushed and muttered a hasty thank you.

Blaise carefully started to wipe Professor Trewlaney's face with the damp cloth. She started to stir less than a minute later.

Lavender anaiseaise helped the shaky Professor to stand again.
Millicent turned her small, piggy eyes on Harry and Ron.

"I knew it! Snape is going to be a traitor. The Professor has foreseen it happening," she said in a sly manner.

"Seen it my arse!" exclaimed Ron in annoyance, glaring at Millicent. "She's more than likely smashed on all this stuff she's burning in here," Ron said in a dismissive manner.

Harry shook off the cold feeling that had started to run down his spine. This wasn't Trewlaney's usual dire prediction. Those always involved Harry and his "doom". He stiffened his spine and turned to see Draco Malfoy smirking at him.

"As she's been dead cert for years that I'm doomed, I'll take this with a grain of salt," Harry said with a snort.

Most of the milling students broke into smiles, but some still looked uncertain. Draco Malfoy looked positively gleeful.

At that moment, Trewlaney, supported by Blaise and Lavender, came over to Harry.

"I'm sorry, my dear," she said in a weak voice. "I'm so sorry."

The hair on Harry's arms stood on end. The residue of magic was strong in the air. It hadn't been a mistake.

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"A Halloween Ball?" said Minerva, her voice rising in inquiry. "But we've never had one before. Why now?" Minerva was taking tea with Dumbledore at the end of a long and anxiety-ridden day.

Reporters from both Witch Weekly and the Daily Prophet had been turned away numerous times from the gates of Hogwarts. They had hung about for the better part of the day in pursuit of a more detailed "inside" story of the Harry and Severus nuptials. Dumbledore had called the Ministry to place Aurors at the gate to prevent any "gate crashing" on their part. The Aurors' presence served another purpose: that of keeping the students away from the reporters. More than a few of the more intrepid school gossips would have been delighted to share their opinions.

After taking a long sip of his tea, Dumbledore attempted to answer Minerva.

"Usually, I'd agree, my dear, but with Sibyll's little performance this afternoon I'm afraid we'll need to divert the students' attention away from our honeymooning couple," he said with a twinkle.

Minerva puffed herself up. "Albus, that woman is a menace. Why she is allowed to continue to teach here is beyond me," she said. "The idea of Severus as a traitor! What utter rubbish!" she continued.

"Well, my dear, he was," Albus said in a somber tone.

At Minerva's upraised eyebrows and look of surprise, he continued hastily.

"To Voldemort that is..." Dumbledore looked over his desk at Fawkes, who was on his perch, preening and cleaning his beautiful plumage.

"However, I fear that was not her meaning," Dumbledore said in a low voice.

"Albus, you don't mean that you take her seriously, do you? The woman is barking mad!" Minerva straightened a little in her chair.

"Sibyll has been known to do a true foretelling," he said mildly.

Minerva's hands clenched in her lap. Albus wasn't telling her something.

"But that's not the entire reason, is it? My dear, please tell me what is going on. I know there's more to this than just another of Sibyll's trances," she said seriously.

Dumbledore looked over at his long time lover. He studied her serious face and made his decision.

" I fear that Harry and Severus are at great risk, now more than ever. There are indications that a traitor is here, in our midst, at Hogwarts," he said in solemn tones.

"Are you the traitor, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked, looking straight into her eyes as he did so. There was no twinkle, just a hard expression on his face.

Minerva's breath hitched in her throat and she looked down at her teacup. She blinked back tears.

"Ah, I take it you put Veritaserum in my tea?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Yes. Now answer my question. Are you the traitor here at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore's voice remained even and calm.

"No, I've never been nor ever shall be a traitor to the Order," Minerva said sadly, her heart breaking.

Dumbledore let loose the breath he hadn't even been aware he'd been holding.

"I'm sorry, my dearest..."

"Don Ple Please, don't say a word. I'm not sure I want to hear it," Minerva said tiredly.

She stood up and turned to leave the office. She turned back to him.

"I'll never forgive you for this," she said dispiritedly.

Albus looked at the love of his life. For the first time she looked her age.

"I know. I'll never forgive myself, either," Dumbledore said sadly.

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Severus had finally finished grading the second year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw papers in his office and was returning to his chambers. As he approached, he saw the wall was open to his rooms. He stiffened and drew his wand out of his robes.

"I'm telling you those will never fit into that closet, Harry, there isn't enough space," Ron Weasley said.

"Ron, I'll make sure there's enough room, don't worry about it," came the voice of Hermione Granger.

Severus strode quickly through the opening and startled the four Gryffindors, who were in various stages of handling boxes and opening gifts that were piled all throughout his sitting room. Neville Longbottom dropped the silver teapot he had been holding in surprise.

"What in Merlin's name is all this," he snarled at them.

Harry answered. "Severus, these are all our wedding gifts that have arrived so far. We ran out of room in the antechamber next to the Great Hall and had to move them here as more came in," he said shyly.

"Hello, room for one more?" came the voice of Blaise Zabini as he entered carrying another load of gifts in his arms.

Severus turned in frustration and barked at his Slytherin. "What kind of madness is this? Get rid of all these things. I won't have them cluttering up my sitting room."

Blaise just raised an eyebrow. "Neville, here are the rest of the gifts you couldn't carry," he said kindly.

Neville blushed profusely but gave a shy muttered thanks to Zabini. Zabini cleared his throat.

"I hear there's to be a Halloween Ball this year. I've seen it posted...I was wondering," he began.

Ron bristled. "Hermione is going with me," he growled out, grabbing a startled Hermione by the hand.

Hermione blinked and then smiled widely at Ron.

"I wasn't asking Ms. Granger, as lovely as she is, you git," Blaise ground out. "I was asking Neville."

Neville looked startled, but then smiled at Blaise. "I'd love to go with you," he said timidly. evereverus had reached his limit.

"All of you, out! Out before I hex you and your teenage hormones," threatened Severus with a glare.

Harry gave the group an apologetic look but gently herded them all towards the door.

"Thank you all for your help. I couldn't have coped if you hadn't volunteered. We'll work on the rest tomorrow, eh?" he said as the door ground shut behind them.

Harry turned towards his irritable husband. "Blaise and Neville, who would have thought," he said weakly.

"Harry, I'll say this once and once only. I never want to see that door left open for any reason, ever. You took a great risk leaving the wards down. Anyone could have walked in here," Severus gritted out.

"I'm sorry, Sev," he began.

"What good would sorry have done if someone had tried to harm you? Even in Hogwarts you aren't completely safe," he continued to scold.

Severus was startled in the middle of his lecture by Harry throwing himself into his arms. Having had little physical affection throughout his childhood, Harry was happily making up for lost time. Severus' arms automatically tightened around the boy.

Harry pulled out of his embrace and walked over to one of the gifts that was lying on Severus' desk. The greenish silver paper had been torn off and the box lay opened.

"Sev, this came from the Malfoy's. I'm not sure what it is, but it's interesting," he said

Severus' attention snapped towards the wedding gift that Harry had picked up.

"Let me see, Harry," he said, reaching for pac package.

He opened it and took out a heavy seal backed by an ornately curved ivory handle.

"Leave it to Narcissa," he said dryly.

Harry looked over Severus' shoulder.

"What is it, Sev? I know it's some kind of seal but I don't understand the markings."

"It's a family seal, Harry," he began to explain in his best professorial tones.

Severus turned it over and pointed out the carved imagery on the bloodstone base.

"This combines the images of both of the Heraldic designs for our houses: the lion, which is your family's, and the guivre which, is mine.

Harry looked and could make out the image of the lion intertwined by something that looked like a vicious, exotic snake.

"Sev, what is the meaning behind the book and the sword in the upper corners?"

Severus looked surprised.

"Harry, you've never had your family's crest explained to you?"

Harry shook his head sadly. "Sev, I never even knew I had a family crest. Remember I was raised by muggles."

Severus determined then and there that he would spend the time to educate Harry on the importance of his family in the wizarding world. It was incredible really that Harry had been left in such ignorance.

Severus cleared his throat. "The book is part of my family's seal and the sword is part of the Potter seal."

Harry handled the seal reverently. "And now it represents our new family," he said softly.

Severus gently took the seal from Harry and put it on his desk.

"Time for bed, Sev?" Harry said in a soft voice.

Severus looked down at his young husband and sighed.

Severus leaned in and kissed Harry's neck and breathed in his scent. Severus' hands began to stroke and caress his back and buttocks. Harry whimpered in response and arched his hips against Severus'.

Harry fell into a lustful daze. All he wanted was for Sev to take him to bed and make him his once and for all.

As Sev's hands reached under Harry's robes, he dimly heard a voice.

"Ahem! I do beg your pardon for interrupting your time together, gentlemen," came the disembodied voice from the fireplace.

Harry clung to Severus and buried his blushing face in Sev's chest. Reluctantly, he tried to move away from his husband, but Severus' grip held him close.

"Albus, this had better be of great importance," Severus said in his sharpest voice.

"I'm afraid, dear boy, it is. The Order is having a meeting in my office tonight and your presence is required," Dumbledore said firmly.

Severus gritted his teeth.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," he growled out.

"Thank you Severus, I will see you then," and with that Dumbledore's visage disappeared from the fire.
rry rry pulled his face out of Severus' robes.

"Must you go?" he said, looking up at his husband in appeal.

Severus' head came down and he nipped at Harry's lower lip.

"I'm afraid I must. Albus wouldn't call upon us at such an hour unless it were urgent."

Severus kissed Harry lightly.

"Go to bed. I'll probably be back late."

Seeing Harry's disappointed look, he continued, "Harry, we'll have that time together. I promise you."

Harry smiled up at his husband. "I'll try and wait up for you."

Severus leered at Harry. "No, you'd better get your rest, believe me, you'll need it," and with that he gave Harry's buttocks a slight smack and sent him on his way to the oom.oom.

Severus watched his young husband wiggle his bottom in an extremely fetching fashion as he walked into their bedroom.

Severus took several deep breaths trying to calm his raging libido before exiting their rooms.

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Hagrid stamped back into his cottage with more firewood. He was used to the cold, but he suspected his guest wasn't.

"Here, we'll build up the fire something fierce and then have a cuppa," he said, glancing at the infuriated Sirius Black. The spell Dumbledore had used on Black wouldn't allow him to leave these quarters unless or until he was released. Dumbledore had also taken Black's wand with him to prevent escape attempts.

"I don't want a cup of tea," Black raged. "I want to get to Hogwarts and rescue Harry. I thought you cared about him," he sniped.

"I love Harry like a little brother," came the hurt reply.

"Then why are you allowing Sus tus to abuse him? Albus always has his little plots going, but I thought you wanted what was best for Harry," Black continued in a contemptuous voice.

"The Headmaster told me that he was doing what was best for 'Arry," Hagrid said, his accent getting thicker the more distressed he became. "The Headmaster has never lied to me before," he said a bit more forcefully.

Sirius fumed. This would take some work, but he was sure he could get Hagrid to set him loose eventually. He ground his teeth, thinking about what he'd do to that pervert Snape once he got released. Avada Kedavra was too good for that piece of slime.

Severus woke at first light. Although it was impossible to see anything from the dungeons, his internal clock told him it was time to rise. He looked down at Harry snuggled up against him and sighed.

Severus shifted his hips to bring his morning erection between Harry's ass-cheeks. Harry snuffled a little, but didn't wake.

Severus' hips started to move of their own volition. The friction against his erection was agonizing and delightful.

Harry snorted and startled awake. "Sev," he said in a sleepy voice. "That feels good," he continued.

Severus' face reddened. "I'm sorry, Harry, I..."

Harry turned over to face his husband.

"Don't be sorry, Severus. I've been hoping you'd do something," Harry said. His curiosity and hormones had been increasing steadily wthe the close proximity of his husband.

"You have, have you?" Severus said with a small growl.

"Yes, I've been feeling rather, mmm..." he looked down at the comforter.

Severus' hand reached up and stroked Harry's face. He shivered with pleasure.

"Look at me, Harry," he commanded. He looked up into Severus' eyes.

"Don't ever be afraid to tell me what you want," he continued.

"Well, um, I wasn't sure if..."

Severus' mouth twitched"Don"Don't worry, I don't think we're prepared for anything too complex yet, but there are ways we can pleasure each other," he said with a definite smirk.

"Will you kiss me?" Harry said in a wistful voice.

"Oh, yes, I'll do that," Severus said in a smoky voice. He bent over him and gently moved his lips against Harry's. He ran his tongue over his lips, requesting entrance. Harry gladly opened his mouth wider for Severus, allowing him access.

Pulling him into a tighter embrace, Severus kissed Harry passionately, seeking out every delicious crevice, and stroked the roof of his mouth before sucking Harry's tongue into his own. Harry moaned in pleasure. Severus broke off the kiss gently and threw back the covers on the bed.

Harry's eyes were dilated with arousal as he leaned forward for another kiss.

"Wait," came the instruction.

"Take your nightshirt off," Severus continued as he drew off his own.

Harry blushed. He'd never been nude in front of Severus before. He overcame his initial reluctance and stripped off his nightshirt as well.

Harry squirmed and felt like hiding beneath the covers again.

"You're beautiful," Severus said. "No, don't hide, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Severus started to stroke Harry's chest, running his fingers over Harry's pink nipples. Harry's cock went from half-hard to fully erect.

Severus chuckled. "A nice, normal reaction," he said with a smirk.

Harry snuck a peek at Severus' body as well. Severus had brown nipples and his upper arms and chest appeared well toned. He wanted desperately to look at Severus' cock, but was too shy.

Severus spoke again. "Harry, I need to ask you something. Be honest with me. Are you a virgin?"

Harry started to say something, but nothing would come out. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Yes." Just that and no more elucidation.

Severus kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm honored, Harry. I'll take good care of you," with that, one of Severus' hands moved to grasp Harry's now leaking cock.

Harry gasped and his hips immediately pushed forward.

"Easy, love. We have time. Just relax and let me take care of you," Severus said softly.

Severus' hand began to move up and down on Harry's shaft and the other began to fondle his balls. Harry had masturbated, as all teenagers did, but nothing had evelt elt so good as Severus' touch and voice urging him on.

He threw his head back on the pillow as Sev continued his ministrations. His world had narrowed down to the pleasure he was receiving. Harry started to moan and toss his head.

"That's right, Harry. Let go, my love. Come for me," Snape ground out in a deep voice.

Harry's hips continued to move and he was close, so close.

Severus stopped touching his balls and moved the free hand beneath him, pushing gently into the cleft of his buttocks. Startled, Harry forced his eyes open and watched Severus. Severus' hand snaked into the cleft and started to gently rub against the small, puckered entrance. Harry felt a bolt of pleasure run straight to his cock.

"Sev," he said hoarsely. "I need..."

"Yes, Harry, I know what you need," Severus said with a deep rumble. With that, he pushed one finger into his tightningning. It was all too much for Harry. He shouted Severus' name and pulses of cum shot from his cock. Severus continued to stroke him until the last spasm of pleasure was over. As Harry relaxed completely, Severus gently removed his hand from Harry's now sensitive cock and withdrew his finger from his arse.

Severus looked down smugly at his flushed and sated husband, whose eyes were struggling to stay open. He quickly grabbed his wand from the night table and muttered a quick clean up charm for Harry and himself. After he'd returned the wand to the table, he reached out and pushed a stray lock of hair away from Harry's forehead, exposing the jagged scar.

Harry stirred and moved closer to Severus.

"Sev, I want to make you happy, too. Tell me what to do," he said quietly.

"Anything you want, Harry. Touching me would be a good start," he leered at the boy.

Harry laughed and used his hand to run over Severus' chest. He was lean, but well muscled. His nipples fascinated Harry and he stopped to give them some attention. He pinched and rubbed them and was pleased to hear Severus' growl of appreciation. His hand moved further south over Sev's flat stomach and tentatively reached out for his twitching, leaking cock.

Harry grasped Severus' cock more firmly and that elicited a hiss from his husband. Harry grinned. At last, he'd found a way to silence his husband. He started to pump him and, remembering what he liked, tried to duplicatewithwith Sev.

Severus had broken out into a full body sweat.

Harry stopped his hand movement and, on instinct, lowered his head to kiss the head of Severus' cock. Severus moaned. Pleased with his innovation, Harry started to lick the head. The precum tasted bitter, but for Harry it was like ambrosia. He continued to explore the cock with his tongue, trailing it down the underside and then back to the head.

Severus groaned as Harry decided to try to put the rock hard cock in his mouth. At first, he could only get his lips around the head. However, as he got used to that, he took several more inches into his mouth. Pleased with himself, he started to bob his head up and down, carefully keeping his teeth from scraping Severus' cock.

Severus' hands gripped the sheets as he attempted to hold himself still and not grab the boy's head.

Suddenly, Severus grabbed his head in an attempt to move him off. Harry resisted and heard Severus growl loudly, and then his mouth filled with cum. Harry coughed and moved off Severus' cock. Some of the cum he couldn't swallow ran down his chin.

Severus' pulled Harry back up to him and began to lick the cum off his chin. Then he kissed Harry hard. Severus tasted himself in the boy's mouth and was exultant.

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