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Happy Birthday Son	By : WheezylovesSeverus4ever Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Happy Birthday Son
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A/N: I've never written a Snarry Severitus before, nor anything with incest. The sex scene is a little akward because it's the first one I've ever written. Please let me know what you think.

Happy Birthday, Son.

It was a nice summer night. It wasn't too hot, and it wasn't cold, it was just right. It was the night of Harry's fifteenth birthday, and he lay on his bed deep in thought. He sighed as the cool night breeze blew through the open window and ruffled his already messy hair.

Harry was thinking way back when he originally got rescued from the Dursley's. He had been eight years old and Uncle Vernon had just been getting after him for accidentally breaking a glass while doing the dishes. Uncle Vernon was just in the middle of beating him senseless when the door bell rang.

Uncle Vernon threw him into his cupboard and went to answer the door. It sounded like a man, and he was asking for Harry Potter. Uncle Vernon immediately got enraged and started yelling, saying there wasn't a Harry Potter and tried to slam the door.

The man on the other side stopped Uncle Vernon and started threatening to curse him. At the time Harry had no idea that the other man was serious, he knew nothing of magic or wizards. Suddenly his cupboard had flew open and a tall man with black hair and black eyes stood looking at him in shock.

"What did you do to him, Dursley?" The man demanded.

"Only what he deserved." Uncle Vernon said shakily. "Take him and leave if you're going to!"

"You're going to take me away?" Harry asked cautiously, with a bit of hope.

"Yes child, I am going to take you away from here." The man said, "Come out of there, I am your father, Severus Snape."

Harry had been in shock, he had been told that his parents both died in a car crash. He had carefully crawled out of the cupboard and let the man take him into his arms anyway, anything would be better than the Dursley's. They had taken a train to his dad's house, since Harry knew nothing about magic.

On the train ride, his father explained everything about magic, and that Harry was a wizard. Then he had explained that he was Harry's father, and not James. Apparently his mum had been pregnant with him when her and his dad broke up. Then his mum got with James afterwards.

His father explained that he loved Harry's mum more than anything, and that's why he had let her leave when she wanted to. His dad wanted to stay together, but his mum didn't like the people his dad was with, so they spilt.

"Why didn't you come for me before?" Harry had asked.

"I didn't know you were my son." His father explained. "Your mother wrote in her will that you were mine and to take care of you, but it had already been taken care of when I got there. They didn't tell me that you were mine. Then recently I requested to have it looked like, and there I saw it. So I came as soon as I could."

Harry could have cared less he decided, at least he had been saved eventually. After he arrived at his father's house, he took Harry up to his room and put him to bed. But not before helping him with a bath and helped heal his wounds. Harry had been embarrassed, he thought eight years old was too old to have your dad wash you. But on the other hand, he didn't mind. He had never really had attention except for beatings and yelling, so it was nice to have someone running their fingers through his hair and clean behind his ears.

The day after that Harry's dad took him shopping for a whole new wardrobe. Harry felt guilty, clothes were expensive, the Dursley's even told him so. But his dad didn't care, and bought him more than he could ever wear. Harry had felt so special.

When his ninth birthday came, his dad threw him the best birthday ever. He met Draco Malfoy, and all of the Weasley's and they all became fast friends, even if Draco was a bit stuck up. He also met a lot of teachers from Hogwarts, such as Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, Hagred, Madame Pomfrey, and even Professor Dumbledore. It had been his best birthday ever.

When school started they moved to Severus' chamber in Hogwarts. His father hired a man to come teach Harry while his father was teaching what he called, the dunderheads. The man he hired was Remus Lupin. He could tell his father didn't like the man, but Lupin was having such a hard time finding work on him being a werewolf.

Remus was worried that it would scare me, him being a werewolf, but really it didn't. He knew what Remus would become on full moons, and that was a little scary, but Harry just made sure to be in the castle on those nights.

Remus was actually a really nice guy. Apparently he had been friends with his parents, and sometimes he would tell Harry stories.

It went like that for a couple years. During the school year Remus would tutor Harry, then during the summer Harry would go back with his dad to the house. Harry liked their house, it was really big and had a big yard with woods around them. But Harry never went into the woods without his dad.

When he turned eleven he started school at Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor. Harry had been worried that his dad wouldn't love him since he wasn't in Slytherin, but his dad assured him that he could be a Hufflepuff and he'd still love him. His dad even said that Harry could be a squib and he would still love him.

That year at Hogwarts was very eventful. He made friends with Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger and a lot more people as well. They even met the three headed dog, Fluffy. They took down a full grown mountain troll too. Harry had gotten a spanking for that though, his dad had been so worried.

The spanking didn't hurt, but he cried like a little baby anyway. Before then, he had never been spanked out of love, but out of hate and anger. His dad waited to cool off before spanking him, and it was only twice with his hand. He didn't use anything else to hit him with, which was nice.

After the troll and Fluffy; Ron, Hermione and himself found out that Quirrell was going to steal the philosophers stone, and nobody would believe them. So they went after Quirrell themselves. They ended up getting it, but Harry got another two spankings for putting himself in danger.

When he turned twelve they found out that he was a parselmouth. It wasn't a very good year, everyone thought he was the heir of Slytherin. He ended up going into the camber of secrets to save Ginny, and kill the Basilisk. Lockheart had obliviated himself, much to his and his father's amusement.

He got two more spankings for putting himself in danger again, but this time something happened. After they were over, his blood started pooling in his groin. Harry was so confused and embarrassed, even if his dad hadn't noticed. He ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. That summer he noticed his dad looking at him. Not like he usually did, but Harry couldn't explain it.

His third year he didn't have much time to be with his dad, with the drama with Sirius Black and saving Buckbeak, but that summer he realized what the look his father was giving him. It was like hunger in his eyes. At first it made him a bit uncomfortable, but his dad never did anything.

Harry should have been disgusted, appalled, horrified even, but he couldn't bring himself to feel those things. He couldn't because, when his father wasn't looking, Harry gave him the same looks.

Fourth year he had to deal with the tri wizards tournament, where he somehow got entered without his knowledge. It was really stressful and annoying. Ron was a being a prat and he found the enjoyment of masturbating.

He never really had masturbated before. He knew he was a bit late, everyone else was doing it, but he never really thought to do it. It had happened that one night, he had a raging hard on that he couldn't just will away. It was really late so he couldn't take a cold shower so he reached down to touch it, to arrange it in a more comfortable position.

It had sparked pleasure through his body with that touch, so he kept doing it. He had to put up a silencing spell to keep from waking his dorm mates. When he came he was thinking of his dad.

Harry knew he should have been ashamed. He should have been disgusted. Nobody thinks of their dad in those ways, it was wrong in every way. But he couldn't help it.

Now it was the summer before fifth year, and Harry couldn't stop thinking about his dad. Severus seemed to be trying to keep his distance from Harry, so Harry made it really hard to be alone. He knew his dad felt the same, he could tell by the looks his father gave him when he thought Harry wasn't looking. But to tell the truth, Harry was nervous. He wanted something to happen between them, but he had never been in a relationship before, so he didn't really know.

So there was Harry, laying on his bed with his arms and legs spread wide, feeling the breeze and thinking of what would probably never come. Just thinking about his dad gave him a hard on.

Severus' long, potion stained fingers, his black silky hair, and those dark eyes were enough to send blood to his penis. The more he thought, the more his prick filled and soon it was full and erect. Harry debated wether he should touch it or not. His father was downstairs in his study, so Harry figured it would be ok.

Harry shrugged out of his clothes and layed back down on the bed and snaked a hand down to play. As he grasped his penis, his other hand reached up to play with his nipple. The feeling was great, it was like his nipples were connected straight to his cock. Harry gasped as he started to move his hand up and down his shaft.

Harry closed his eyes and imagined it was his fathers hands on him and he sped up. His breathing was hard and he was starting to sweat. He didn't even realize that he was moaning and mumbling until he hit his climax and he gasped out, rather loudly, 'Dad!'. His come splattered all over his stomach and made it up to his chest.

Harry was just milking the rest out as his bedroom door opened and there was a shark in take of breath. He turned his head to see his dad standing in the door way, his mouth slightly open. Harry let go of his cock and turned to his father a bit nervously.

"Dad." He acknowledged.

"Harry." Severus said, his voice rough.

"Did you need something?" Harry asked, his cock hardening again.

"Y-you called me." His father replied. "You yelled, 'dad' so I came."

"Oh, I didn't realize." Harry said, "Sorry." His father stood there for a few minutes, he seemed to be in shock.

"Harry...Were you..." He trailed off.

"Yes." Harry replied looking away blushing.

"You don't know what I was going to say." His father protested.

"You were going to ask me something like, 'were you thinking about me?'. and I was." Harry said softly.

"You were?" Snape asked, standing there stupidly.

"Yes. I... I have these feelings inside." Harry whispered. "They were so confusing before. But not anymore, I understand now."

"What feelings are those?" Severus asked. Harry got off the bed and walked over to his father, then standing on his tip toes, he leaned up and pressed their lips together. At first Severus didn't get a response, but after a moment his fathers lips began to move with his. Harry pulled away before they could deepen it.

"I love you." Harry whispered, leaning against Severus' chest. "It's different than a father son love though. I want you."

"Harry, we can't." His dad protested weakly. "You're my son. It's wrong."

"I know. But I can't help it." Harry said. "I know you feel the same way, I've seen the way you look at me."

"I'm sorry Harry. I should never have been looking at you like that." Severus said, running his fingers through Harry's black hair.

"It's ok, I was looking at you the same way." Harry grinned, then leaned up and pressed his mouth to Severus' again. Harry moaned as their mouths moved together, his father's lips were so soft and smooth.

Harry wrapped his arms around Severus' neck and ran his tongue along his dad's lip, begging for entrance. Severus gladly opened his mouth and their tongues dueled for dominance.

The next thing either of them knew, Harry had unbuttoned Severus' shirt and was pulling it off. Harry broke the kiss to look at his Father's chest. It was so smooth with dark hair dusting it. There were little and big scars littering all around and Harry traced them with a finger.

Severus cupped Harry's face and pulled him up for another kiss, backing them up all the while until Harry's knees his the bed and they went down. Harry broke the kiss to scoot onto the bed better and looked at his father, who had a wild look in his eye. Harry grinned and reached down to stroke his cock.

"Harry..." Severus groaned. "We cannot do this. I'm your father...You're underage..."

"I don't care." Harry said, pulling Severus down on top of him. While they kissed Harry lowered his hands and started unbuckling his father's pants. Severus got up to pull them the rest of the way down, then got back on top of Harry and began kissing along Harry's neck.

He began sucking, nipping, and licking all over Harry's neck, then his collar bone. Once both places were marked pretty well, he moved down to Harry's nipples. Severus took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking while his hand pinched and played with the other one.

Harry was a pile of human goo, moaning and groaning and trying to thrust his hips, looking for friction.

"Please..." Harry moaned.

"Please what, Harry?" Severus asked smirking.

"Please do something." Harry panted, thrusting his hips up. "Anything!"

Severus took pity on the boy and lowered himself to Harry's penis. Severus started by licking the underside and went up, dipping his tongue into the slit, then continued to tease.

"Please! Please, Dad!" Harry moaned.. Severus pulled off Harry for a moment.

"Please, call me Severus." Severus said, "I don't need any reminders that I'm molesting my son."

"Not molesting. Never molesting." Harry panted. "Please, Severus!" Severus smirked and lowered himself again.

Harry flung his head back against the pillow and arched his back, moaning and pleading, as his prick was incased in Severus' hot wet mouth. Severus hummed as he swallowed the whole thing, and Harry gasped. He had never felt anything so wonderful before in his life, it was way better than wanking.

"S-Severus!" Harry groaned. "I'm...I'm close..."

"It's ok, come in my mouth." Severus said pulling off for a second, then took the whole thing in again. With one hard suck from Severus, Harry was coming harder then ever. Severus continued to swallow the come, milking it until it was gone, then pulled off of the softening cock.

"Merlin Sev." Harry panted. "That was incredible."

"Haven't you done anything like this before?" Severus asked, laying down next to Harry.

"No. I've only kissed a couple of girls." Harry replied, turning over to face his dad. "I didn't like it much, you out kissed all of them." Harry glanced down and smiled.

"You're still hard." He said.

"You're always stating the obvious." Severus said rolling his eyes.

"Fuck me." Harry said suddenly.

"I...I can't." Severus said. "It's wrong. I'm your father, teacher, and I'm twenty years older than you."

"So? You already gave me a blow job, now it's your turn to enjoy yourself." Harry said, sprawling out on the bed, his cock already hardening again.

"Harry..." Severus protested.

"It's ok, I want it." Harry said, starting to pout.

"I..." Harry huffed and got up, then tackled Severus against the bed. Laying on top of Severus, he put his knee in between his father's legs and started rubbing it against his cock. Then Harry leaned forward and brushed his lips sweetly against his fathers, then pulled back smiling.

"I want it." Harry whispered in Severus' ear. "I want you, all of you."

"I don't want to hurt you." Severus said, trying to keep himself from pushing Harry off him and pound him into the bed.

"You wont." Harry said, "And I tell you if you do. I promise." Then Harry got up and layed back down on the bed. Severus summoned some lube from his room and untwisted the cap, then started applying it to Harry's opening. Putting pressure and circling it, but not yet pushing in.

"Please!" Harry wailed. Severus leaned forward to capture Harry's mouth, then pushed his finger in. Harry moaned into Severus' mouth and started pushing back against the finger. Then Severus curled it a bit and something sparked, and Harry was seeing stars.

"What was that?" Harry squawked.

"That would be your prostate, my Harry." Severus grinned, then captured his lips again. As they kissed, Severus added a second and third finger, stretching Harry as well as possible.

"Enough. Severus, please." Harry groaned. "I'm prepared enough." Severus nodded and coated his cock, then lined it up.

"Tell me if I hurt you, or I do something you don't like." Severus said as he started to push past the ring of muscles. Harry moaned in slight pain and pleasure as Severus pushed slowly all the way in.

"Merlin, Harry..." Severus groaned. "So...Tight..."

"Move." Harry said, trying to thrust. Severus started moving in and out slowly, agonizingly slowly. Sweat started beading on Severus' forehead from the strain of trying to keep control.

"Harry...I...I can't..." Severus panted.

"It's ok, you can go." Harry replied. Severus started thrusting a little faster and harder and looked down at Harry.

"My beautiful boy..." He whispered, almost to himself. Harry closed his eyes and wrapped his legs around Severus, pulling him closer.

"Faster." Harry grunted. "Harder." Severus seemed to lose control because he started thrusting as hard and fast as he could, and Harry loved it. He loved seeing Severus with his head thrown back, face flushed, his mouth slightly open with his chest heaving as he panted for breath.

"God Sev, I love you." Harry mumbled

"Harry. My Harry, I love you more than you know." Severus whispered in Harry's ear. That sent Harry over the edge and he was coming for the third time that night.

Muscles clenched around Severus' member, and he was coming a few thrusts later, then he collapsed on top of Harry. They layed like that for a couple of minutes until Severus rolled over, still breathing hard.

Severus knew he should feel guilty. He should be horrified with himself and disgusted. He knew he should probably go to the ministry and turn himself in for being a child molester. He should hate himself and stay away from Harry.

But as he looked into Harry's beautiful green eyes, he couldn't get himself to feel any of those things. He loved Harry, and it was clear that Harry loved him. He knew it wasn't normal, and he knew that people would not approve, but he couldn't get himself to care. He had Harry, and that's all that mattered.

Severus wrapped his arms around Harry and spooned up behind him. Breathing in Harry's scent Severus whispered, "Happy Birthday, Son", just as the clock chimed midnight.
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