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All Forms of Caution	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17700 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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AN: Just a short piece I wrote whilst in the midst of a longer story (I'm still working on the other one and I swear it'll be posted some day!). The title comes from the quotation by Bertrand Russell: "Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness".
The MPreg happens off stage if that bothers you.
SP
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“I still remember when Severus told me he'd recognised his Bond-Mate. Really, you could hardly have met anyone less pleased at the idea of finding his life partner.”
Albus Dumbledore's portrait, speaking to Hermione Granger, during the now famous interview 'The Veela Who Lived?'

Albus sat in his study, fingertips gently pressed together, thinking about the new intake that year. He had been a little concerned when he had seen how very slender Harry had been, how much he had looked about him as though he were expecting to be told that it was all some cruel joke and that he would have to go back home. Dumbledore's face grew stern, and stayed that way when he heard the griffin staircase turning as he had no desire to be interrupted. His frown became a smile as he recognised the man pacing towards him.
“Severu... oh,” he saw the silver sheen in the man's usually dark eyes. “Who?”
Snape prowled back and forth, his hands clenched at his sides. “Who do you think?!” he spat, a faint hiss escaping him.
Dumbledore took off his glasses and cleaned them before perching them back on his nose. “You're sure?”
“Of course! I've been like this my entire life. I've always known one day I'd meet my Bond-Mate, but never like this!”
Albus looked suddenly very serious. “You're not claiming him?”
“Hardly,” came the dry reply, “he isn't ready yet. I just know that it's going to be him. My instincts were screaming at me the whole time he was being jostled by the other pupils. I just wanted to put my wings around him and stop everyone ever touching him. He's mine!”
The possessive sound of the final sentence made them both stop and stare. Worried blue eyes met desperate silver-black ones.
“When will you claim him?”
Severus shrugged, and Albus noticed the awkward lumps under the black material. “You fledged?” he asked, surprised.
“Partially. Not fully. I know it isn't time. I don't know when will be, but when it is, I won't be able to stop myself, you know that, Albus, don't you?”
Sighing heavily, Albus Dumbledore, one of the most gifted sorcerers who'd ever lived, looked unhappy. “I do. Nothing could stop you. I just ask that you tread lightly. You'll have had some time to adapt to the idea, he won't have had. He possibly isn't even aware that Veela exist. He certainly won't be aware that it is possible for a Veela to claim a human mate.”
Slumping into a chair, and almost squawking at the discomfort from the abruptly squashed wings at his back, Severus rubbed his angular face. “Some days I wish my mother had had the sense to wait for her Bond-Mate and not ignore the call. Then at least I'd be full Veela, not part.”
Albus knew the details of Snape's mother's rejection of her nature because, during one fire-whiskey induced drinking session, Severus had bitterly shared the tale. How his mother had tired of waiting for some sign of a Bond-Mate, and had made herself fall in love with a human. She had married him and given birth to her only child – the man now quietly grinding his teeth in vexation. Whether she would have ever found her Bond-Mate, no-one would ever know. After marrying, that part of her Veela nature was repressed forever.
It left her son as part Veela. Which really only meant he was able to pass for human, or would have been able to, right up until he had fledged. The only other outward sign of his true self was the shifting colour of his eyes that showed those that understood how he was feeling. The inward signs he said nothing about. Those were his burdens to bear.
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Five years passed and Severus Snape watched his Bond-Mate grow into a strong young man. He saw with impotent fury the boy go through his first crush and knew, to the very second, when Harry had kissed someone. Blood boiling, Snape had locked himself in his quarters and screeched relentlessly for an hour, tears flowing from his eyes at the thought of not claiming the boy's first kiss.
His baffled rage when the young man began seeing Ginny Weasley made him flap his half-formed wings helplessly, fingers turning into talons to scratch the stone work, imagining it were the girl's body he was digging into and tearing apart. At least he kept them apart as much as possible, by giving his Bond-Mate detention after detention. It meant, he realised, that when the time came, he would have an uphill battle ahead of him to make Harry accept him.
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In his bed, Harry let go of his rigid cock and stuffed a fist into his mouth to smother his scream. He'd known it was going to be pointless to try wanking yet again when he'd failed so many many times in the past. Hearing his dorm mates all polishing their knobs and climaxing, he'd tried to do the same. No matter how long he tugged on his dick, no matter what he thought of, he could never release. One time he'd stopped and seen blood on his length – he'd wanked himself raw and still been unable to come. Now he usually ignored the aching sensation between his legs, knowing there was no point in touching himself. Ginny had shown willing to curl her hand around him, but he hadn't dared. What if she touched him and he still couldn't climax? How would he feel then? He'd never let anyone know of his problem, and he certainly wasn't about to start now.
It was almost a relief to leave school and go hunting horcruxes. There was no Ginny to send doe eyes his way, no pressure to brag about his sexual exploits (not that he would have done, he was, after all, dating the sister of his best friend), just the worry of tracking down and destroying parts of Voldemort's soul.
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“My Lord,” Severus Snape bowed before the Dark Lord, the black robe he wore shifting as the full size wings fluttered in their eagerness to be free.
Voldeort saw the change, saw too the silver sheen in the eyes and sighed. He was about to lose his most loyal servant and it vexed him. “Severus, you are leaving me?”
Snape's lips trembled. It was only propriety that was forcing him to tell his old master that he was going when every nerve in his body was screaming at him to claim Harry. “I have a Bond-Mate to claim,” he said, “the time is here.”
Voldemort nodded. Attempting to stop Severus would have been suicidal, and sending magic at him would only enrage the Veela. He would have to accept losing Snape. Not that it came as any great surprise. After Severus had confessed he knew who his Bond-Mate would be, Voldemort had taken care to hide the details of his plans from the Veela. Snape would never have served him knowing that the Dark Lord intended to kill Harry Potter.
“Very well. I am afraid I do not know what I should say in this situation, but I hope your claim goes successfully.”
“Thank you. It will.” There was a surety and purpose in Severus' eyes that made even the Dark Lord shudder. To be the focus of that intent?!
Snape left the chamber and pulled off his top, leaving himself naked from the waist up. His large silver and black wings stretched around him and flapped, easily lifting him up and away from his past, towards his future. He knew precisely where Harry was. And he was going straight there.
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