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Warning: slash, non-con, violence, death, suicide, Harry/Albus Owned by JKR and the WB. Thanks to WittchWay for attempting to beta this even though Dumbledore slash freaks you out.

Call me Albus
By Black Cat

Minerva was worried. As was Flitwick, Sinistra, Hagrid, Sprout and loath though he was to admit it... so was professor Snape. It wasn't the staring into space nor that glazed glossy look he got when he was thinking. Those were common occurrences anyways.

It was the endless hours spent in the restricted section of the library. Hunched over dusty books, old scrolls, ancient text in a language no longer spoken. All the teachers worry increased as strange tablets and scowls started arriving at all hours of the day and night from other school libraries and scholars alike. Minerva had never once in all her years seen the headmaster consult other school or references outside of Hogwarts.

The headmaster never left his office anymore and on the rare occasion he did he looked distracted and stressed. Strange lines of worry creased his face, the pallor of his skin ashen, Minerva was most upset. She just couldn't believe that something so dire was happening that Albus had to absorb himself in these ancient books.

It was very worrisome to a staff that simply expects a headmaster to know everything. 150 years on a planet seemed to give one that sense, that air of all knowing. But still it worried the staff. They tried looking out for him to make sure he didn't forget to eat or sleep properly. On the rare chance he left his office one or more of the teachers scrambled to follow.

They simply had never known an Albus Dumbledore in conflict... which he apparently was.

Professor Snape for one had had enough of this strange behavior. He was sick of talking about it, and with everyone pleading with him to walk on tiptoes around the old man, he was sick of the gossip in the teachers lounge.

School was out and he wanted peace on his vacation, he wanted to relax and not have anymore-strange occurrences. Snape gathered his robes around him and with a determined mindset set off for the Headmasters office. He didn't knock nor wait to be invited in for tea. He strode in and simply sat across from the headmaster in silence.

Snape narrowed his eyes scanning the desk, an old biscuit, cold tea and pot, quills, stacks of paper, books, a mirror that seemed to blink, the old man scribbled away, as Snape's eyes landed on a vial of blue among the papers and litter, Dumbledore startled seeing his potions master sitting there. Dumbledore never startled. Something was defiantly going on. The headmaster would never have shown a moment of weakness like that.

"Well out with it," Snape snapped sitting back in his seat. He was sure this was going to be good. It always was when Dumbledore was involved. It was most likely something absurd, like they stopped making lemon drops and he was now trying to make his own or the orange sock fiasco of 87'.

But the old man just sat there staring at him, he looked almost as if he was going to cry. Tired lines of wrinkles crept across his face. Strange ingrown stress hairs tangled in his long pearl beard, the twinkle gone from the blue eyes. He swallowed hard.

"Well come now, just tell me what it is." Snape was growing more impatient though he was a little more concerned then when he had first walked into the office.

Albus came hurriedly around the desk, he was thinner and huddled his robes around him. His face was gaunt and skin on his arms and face seemed to be hanging from him. "Severus" he whispered as if he hadn't talked in day.

"I did something...."

Snape stood taking the old mans arm leading him to the chair beside his own as if he was a feeble old man. "Severus" he looked down at his feet, how he could tell this man what he had done? Yet there was no one who might understand more than Snape. Not quite in the way he would expect but that they had all made sacrifices. Perhaps others hadn't been as bad as his. Theirs didn't have such horrible results. But he had to share this with someone, maybe there was something in all his research he was simply overlooking, a simple solution. If not he would need Severus...well he would need a steady hand.

"Severus..." oh Merlin, "...when Harry Potter was a child...I cast a spell upon him," he stopped, his throat hurting from talking.

"You have to understand at the time I was near 140 years old...I didn't expect to really live much longer. I had never cast a prolonging spell or taken health potions.... the battle with Voldemort had me tired and drained. I was so sure I would die at any time...", he whispered with urgency.

Snape panicked at the erratic behavior of the man, he pulled him self to an upright position. He clasped the mans hands in his own, "What spell Albus..."

"...."

"What was that?"

"A binding spell."

Snape just sat there a moment, "...So what? People cast binding spells on their kids all the times. Binding, safety charms, safety spells," he shrugged his shudders.

Dumbledore started to chew on his bottom lip. "...I'm not related to Harry, he's not blood. I...had to use something a little...stronger."

"Damn it Albus... just get to the point."

"I blood bonded him to me... Technically...""we're/you're married"" they said in unison.

Snape sat back in his chair, his mind went blank, refocused and...Did the only thing that made sense...he smirked. He gave a dry chuckle. Then another. Slapped the old man on the back... and for the first time in years busted up laughing. Of course this is was a horrible situation but one couldn't help but be amused.

Albus smiled feebly, he had done this with every intent that he would have passed on before the boy had reached legal and binding age. He did it so that Harry Potter the precious 'boy who lived' would be safe. So that he would have Dumbledore's magic if need be. And so that Albus would always know the whereabouts of the boy and most of all for safety. Of Course the old man should have died at the nice old wizard age of 150 like all other wizards and Potter would have been none the wiser but here he was going on 155 still alive and kicking. Sure he was declining but his death was not likely any time soon.

Snape sat back, taking in this precious information. Of course he had always thought his life was a mess. It was nothing compared to that boys.

"Am I right in assuming that the boys 16th birthday is approaching?"

Dumbledore nodded.

Snape sat back in his seat extending his long legs.

"...Severus... I have a potion that could end all this."

"Damn it Albus... You could just ask the boy to consummate the relationship with you, one sexual act a year should be enough. By the time the boy actually wants to get married you will already have... passed on."

Snape suppressed a smile, "For all you know Albus him being 16 he's young and horny. He might be into old men"

Albus stood giving his potion master a stern look, "thank you Severus. I appreciate your lightness in the situation. I mind you to keep this under your hat."

"Of course headmaster." Snape got up and turned to leave, still facing the door, "When are you going to tell the boy".

Dumbledore looked over his shoulder, "Minerva went to retrieve him already. They should return shortly."

Snape was half way to his dungeons when he thought of the blue vial he saw on the headmaster�s desk. He made note to go back later tonight and get it, he had a good idea of what it was.

***

Harry was pleased to be returning back to school early. Though it did mean that he couldn't go to the Weasley's for his usual two-week vacation but he would do anything to avoid the Dursley�s.

Harry sat before Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Harry", Dumbledore came around the desk to sit in the seat next to him.

"Harry...I have made decisions for you because that is the task your parents asked of me," Dumbledore stopped.

Harry just looked at the Headmaster waiting for him to continue.

"I always did what I thought was best. For instance staying with your mother sister because of the blood bond has kept you safe and hidden. While not always the most wise choice in your eyes it was the safest for you."

He stopped again, Harry squirmed in his seat. He wished the professor would just get to his point.

"You see Harry...I did make one decision and it didn't exactly follow through like I thought it was g to. to. Harry... I bonded you to.... Myself."

Harry just sat there and then shrugged.

"Harry...we... you and I are married."

Harry blinked... and then again.

"As your sixteenth birthday is tomorrow we must...consummate the marriage or lose our magical power."

Harry looked at Dumbledore. Not quite sure if he believed this or not.

"Are you serious?" he looked on wearily.

"Quite..." he sat down next to Harry, "If I knew a way out of this my boy I would certainly grant it. But I don't...Harry I thought... I was so sure I would be long passed before you reached this age. It never occurred to me I would be granted such a long life."

Harry shivered; he certainly wanted to keep his magic in tack. He would feel very defenseless with out it. Especially with the rise of Voldemort the pervious year.

"What exactly would I have to do?" he said cautiously.

"Well...? Dumbledore blushed, "we need to have intercourse once...I'd say about every six months to a year to keep the flow of magic going"

"I've never... I'm not that way."

At that Dumbledore frowned. "Well this may be easier on you, as I...no longer have the... "Stamina" to perform for very long. You would need to be on the top position"

Harry weakened, "when would we have to do this."

"The day of your birthday."

"Are there any alternatives beside the losing magic thing?"

"My death..." he chuckled his eyes glinting at Harry who did not laugh along.

"Right...I have to think" he stood suddenly.

Harry stumbled from the room, hurling himself down the stairs and out to the grounds of the castle, he wandered around the lake and finally out to the quidditch pitch but not even that could hold his interest. He wasn't even going to think about the mess his life was and how it was always just continuing on and on, bad after bad.

Harry didn't know how he was going to do this, he thought of Dumbledore as a grandfatherly figure. A mentor, a doorway into the type of wizard he would someday be, not as a...husband, Harry cringed and certainly not as a lover. Harry sat in the stands of the quidditch pitch with his head in his hands. This was a right mess he had been dragged into—yet again.

Harry stayed in the quidditch stands until the sun had set and the school owls started to pour out of the west tower in search of their nightly dinner. He didn't even have time to get use to this, his birthday was tomorrow. Just under 6 hours and he would turn 16.

Harry avoided Dumbledore and most of the staff for the next couple of hours. He knew that he couldn't avoid the situation and he certainly wanted to keep his powers intact.

Harry wandered up to Dumbledore�s office later that evening, Albus was at his desk writing a post when Harry entered. He sat himself in the seat across from him. Dumbledore quietly looked up at him over the rim of his glasses. "You've made your decision?"

"Well I want to keep my powers," he couldn't hide the bite and bitterness in his voice. He wasn't sure he even wanted to hide it, this is the man who had controlled his life and now was going to do so in marriage.

"When" he snapped.

Dumbledore looked at his watch, small plants and stars moving about, "It will be midnight shortly, so any time after that. We could wait to after cake tomorrow, I took the liberty of inviting Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger to a small 16th party for you."

Dumbledore looked over the half moon glasses, sensing the boy�s frustration "I have told no one Harry that is for you or if you wish I, to tell when you are ready. Or you can never tell. Of course I will take full responsibility when or if the truth comes out."

Harry snorted as if he would take the blame for this. "I'd rather tell no one... for now...I'd like to get this over with tonight...now."

Albus looked at his watch again and Harry at his. It was barely a quarter till midnight.

"We don't have to rush this Harry, it can be a very beautiful moment. It could be a chance for us to get to know each other better, to teach other about our lives...while we would never be a proper family, I will always be here for you when you are ready for that." Albus patted Harry's hand thad bad been resting on the arm of the chair.

Harry pulled his hand away quickly standing up, "I just want to get this over with...I don't want any party, I just want to return to the Dursley's for the rest of the summer...tonight" Harry backed away toward the door, he was half torn between running away and hitting the man.

Albus stood, he attempted to plaster a weak grin on his face, his eyes down cast to the floor. "Harry please try and understand...I did everything I could..."

"Stop" Harry yelled cutting his 'husband' off "I just want to get this over with...please"

Albus nodded and looked down at his watch, straightening up, trying to maintain some semi balance of grace and power. "My rooms are this way." he gestured toward a door to the right of the fireplace

Harry stood where he was for a moment, he could hear Dumbledore climbing a yet unseen set of stairs, he was frozen to the spot he stood, he couldn�t believe he was really going to do this. He was going to have sex with the headmaster. Harry flinched. He slowly made his way through to the other room, his stomach turned nervously. A small set of stairs led to another door that was slightly ajar. Harry could see small shadows of movement through the crack, he nudged the door with the toe of his boot standing in the doorway.

Dumbledore was lighting several bedside candles. "Harry, these are my private chambers, you are more than welcome at anytime to use them. They are yours as well."

Harry nodded, not that he would ever come here again.

"The bath is through there and a sitting room through those doors here."

Harry nodded again, "is it after midnight."

Dumbledore nodded, "happy birthday Harry" he tried to sound cheerful as though birthdays were wonderful thing but his voice dropped at the end.

Harry growled deep in his throat, �lets just get this over with.�

Dumbledore nodded and started to unbutton the small row of mother of pearl buttons, then undid three sets of eyehooks, a single clasp and slipped the outer robe off. He laid the robe over the back of a chair and started to toe off a pair of purple slippers that he was custom to wearing around the castle when he looked up at Harry.

The boy stood still on the opposite side of the bed by the door, he was pale but something within his eyes was strange. The startling green they normally were had change, had deepened, darkened. Dumbledore suppressed a shiver, and went back to undoing buttons and clasps. The boy didn't move and made no move to remove his own clothes. The room suddenly seemed too bright and Albus wished he hadn't lit so many candles, his mind thought for a moment of the vial on his desk. Then just as quickly tried to shake the thought from his head.

He pulled the hem of his shirt from his trousers, and skinned out of his pants. He sat on the edge of the bed pulling the legs off and with his shirt still on and his bottom bare he slipped beneath the covers of the bed.

Harry stared at him, it was a little unnerving. He hadn't moved, his eyes followed him, for the first time in since they had entered the room. His eyes were hard. The paleness on the boy faded and he glowed red with frustration, Albus wouldn't call it desire nor lust...it was pure anger. The headmaster looked down to the duvet that covered the bed. The flecks of gold dim as he picked at one strand, he had failed the boy. Now in more ways than one.

He just wanted a safe place and life for the boy, he wanted to fix the wrongs that Voldemort and being the Boy who lived inflicted upon him. He had failed Harry so many times within the last month it was a wonder the boy could stand to be in the same room as him. A prophecy, Sirius death, Voldemort's return, a marriage.

Albus thought of the vial of potion on his desk, the potion that could end this. He looked back up at the boy, his eyes steeled.

"Harry, I could end this another way..."

Harry woke from his daze, shaking his head, "Just don't" he blew out the candles on the side of the bed, "on your stomach" he commanded fumbling with the belt on his baggy pants.

Albus watched as Harry�s pale fingers ghosted across the loops and buckle, tugged once and released their hold. The movements were swift and almost violent. He couldn't stop the chill that seemed to absorb into his skin.

Harry looked harder at him, pulling the shirt from his pants, "on your stomach" he repeated.

"There's a jar of lotion in the drawer,"

Harry snapped the drawer open and pulled the jar out tossing it on the bed. "Right,? he put one knee on the bed still not removing any clothing. "On your stomach," Harry did nothing to hide the venom in his voice.

Albus dropped the bed sheet he had been holding up to his chest and turned to his side blowing out the candles on his bedside, just the few that littered the tall chest luminate the room.

Albus remained on his side, he settled lower in the bed, laying half on his side, half on his stomach. He could hear the boy unzipped his pants, the rustle of fabric, a dip in the bed, the covers being pulled back. He dared not look back, he had betrayed Harry's trust more than once this month, he would do as the boy asked. He would steel himself to the fact that they would never be a real family, that Harry Potters view of him would always be dejected.

The closeness of the boy scared him a little, he could feel a crackle of dark magic, of hate radiate off the boy. He willed himself to stay still, to not move, his thoughts floated yet again to the vial of poison that lay in his desk drawer.

The hem of his nightshirt lifted, a gush of cold air caught him off guard. Albus tensed, shutting his eyes, he leaned more onto stomach, "Harry" he whispered, “I could guide you better if..."

"Don't speak," the boy hissed.

"But I could..."

"I think I got the gist of it," He snapped in a mock laugh, "lift your hips"

Harry was shoving a pillow under his hips before he even complied. He was straddled and felt rough fabric brush against his legs. The lid on the jar of lotion gave a metal grind before it was unscrewed. Harry had yet to touch him, skin to skin.

He could hear the wet sound of lotion in the darkened room, the lid grind again back into place and the jar landing next to his head. Albus willed himself to relax, to remain calm. It had been nearly 25 years since his last sexual encounter. He shifted his weight, his semi hard erection moved uncomfortably against the pillow.

Harry had stilled behind him. Holding a hand full of lotion he looked down at the pale arse of the Headmaster. This was truly a sight he’d never thought he would see. The lotion was seeping between his fingers leaving a splattered drip pattern across the skin. The lotion would then run aimlessly downward, dipping between the cleft of the headmasters bottom.

At this rate he would need more lotion if he were to truly do this. He had to do this, he had to keep his magic, he had to get rid of Voldemort, he had to get rid of the man who killed his parents and Sirius.

The only man that Voldemort ever fear lay beneath him. Dumbledore�s bare bottom shifted against the pillow, 'If you could see him now' Harry whispered. Harry pulled his half hard erection out of his jeans slicking the lotion over the shaft. He pulled and stroked himself a few times, making him hard enough to finish what lay beneath him.

He laid one hand on the lower back of the headmaster and the other hovered above the right arse cheek. Harry's breathing deepened, he new what to do in theory but never had for real. He just wanted to get this over with and out of this tainted castle.

Harry let his slicked finger follow the trail of the cleft. Slowing dipping into the headmaster�s crevasse. The old man stilled, as the finger trailed along his body again, delicate soft fingers. He lifted his hips instinctually, parting his legs more. The finger touched his pucker once, then again, teasing, he let himself relax, breathing a sigh of relief, perhaps Harry was ready to accept this.

Suddenly a slicked finger thrust into his body so quickly he couldn't stop the startled cry, he had barely regained his breath when the finger pulled back and twisted as it thrust back in. He buried his face into the pillow to muffle his cry. He wanted to crawl from the invasion, he squirmed to get away.

He couldn't breathe, his one arm trapped beneath him as the hand in the small of his back pressed down harder holding him in place, he struggled to pull it out. "Harry, stop...please"

Harry growled, nearly laying his full weight upon the man, his hips rocking against the older man. The tip of his cock nudging at the opening of his 'husbands' body, "no" he rocked forward again toward the opening, letting his body grind against the man, the friction felt good against his shaft. Dumbledore clenched his arse shut, he was not going to do this—not like this. He tried to roll to one side, then the other.

Harry held tighter, "Open up... you wanted to do this...you did this to me...now let me finish what you started." he yelled.

Dumbledore wiggled trying to free himself, crying, grabbing on the pillows, the bedclothes, the bedside table, he had been a fool to place his wand on the high chest. His mind was racing, "Accio wa...ARH..."

The teeth sank into his back, on instinct letting go of the bedding and rough hands pulled his backend to their knees arching his back, his face still buried in the pillow. Harry thrust into the man, tearing at the ring of muscle and small puckered opening.

Albus cried out, clawing at the headboard, trying to pull himself away, Harry grabbed one of the headmasters arm and held it to Dumbledore�s own back, he then nudged one of his knees forward pushing the legs further apart. Harry held the mans hips in place nearly bruising the body beneath him.

He pulled out of the wilting body and thrust back in. Long thrusts, as he pulled the hips back to meet his movements. He leaned forward, thrusting, trying to find a rhythm, Albus whimpering under him, finally giving in and letting his body be used to complete the bond. Letting his 'husband' have his way. He could feel his insides burn, the feral growl of the boy above him. His own cock long ago withered, untouched, unmoving.

The course of the thrust increased, he could feel the young thighs pound against the back of his. Fingernails digging sharply into his hip, he swore he felt the trickle of his own blood.

A strangled moan drifted behind him, he turned to see Harry rocking into him, sweat glistened his face, his lips lightly parted, breathing deep, his eyes shut, crumbled as if trying to suppress any shred of pleasure. Albus did the only thing he could, he clenched around round the boys invading cock, he watched as the boy shivered with pleasure, his thrust grew slightly erratic, lunging forward twice more, long deep thrusts, the later being the only time he hit the prostrate of his husband.

Dumbledore gasped unexpectedly curling his toes at his only burst of pleasure roared through his body. His body tightened, a small ping of wantonness crept through him. He feared it was only a body�s normal reaction to contact.

Harry thrust once more, a whimpered cry escaped his lips, a pink tongue darted forward held between his teeth as he came, his release, withering in his husbands body. Harry dropped Albus forward onto the bed, collapsing on the blushing headmaster�s body. Harry's own pants bunched at his ankles, his shirt parted, Albus felt the first real contact of skin as the boy lay upon him.

The boy pressed his cheek to the older wizards back. Dumbledore could feel small puffs of air dancing across his skin, Albus shivered from the contact. Then suddenly the contact was gone, it was as if his small shiver reminded the boy that he shouldn't be here, that this was wrong, forced, that the headmaster had betrayed him.

The bed dipped again as the Harry left his...'their' bed, the rustle of clothes and the zipper on his pants sounded through the room. Albus lay on his side his eyes shut, he willed himself not to move, he held his fist to his chest holding himself, trying to remain calm, to get his voice in check before he spoke.

"Harry" he whispered. Starting to sit up.

The scuffle of boots stopped, "...Just don't... I'll have professor McGonagall take me back to the Dursley's." The creek as the door opened. Albus listened to the tap of boots on the stairs, followed by his office door slammed shut. He swore he could hear Harry running in the corridor back to Gryffindor tower.

Albus hung his head in his hands. He had wronged the boy, he should have known that he would have lived to such an age. He should have made more of an effort to get to know the boy. More of an effort to befriend him, just in case he did live a long life.

He swung his feet to the floor and with shaken hands pulled the nightshirt back in place. He shifted uneasily his bottom hurting, throbbing, it felt raw. He looked at his hip, half moon shaped fingernails were imprinted into his skin. Blood pooled at the surface, he would be bruised badly come morning. Albus worried his bottom lip, he deserved this pain, the humiliation, there was no excuse for what he had done. He stood on shaking legs, lightheaded he grabbed the wall as he slipped on his slippers, pulling a robe from the hook. He walked to the door looking back at the bed he had slept in for the last 25 years.

Stains littered the bed, the sheets, the pillow that had been beneath him, the pillow he had hid his face in. Harry's knee print dug into the mold of the sheets and duvet, lotion dripped from the jar lid that hadn't been tighten properly. Dumbledore shook his head.... this was his fault and his fault alone.

Had he really expected Harry Potter to welcome him with open arms? Had he expect a child of 16 to bed him regular or a true relationship to grow?

He hated himself more in this moment then any other in time. He was the monster here. It was not what Harry did to him, he had forced it upon the boy. Disgusted with himself Albus Dumbledore slowly made his way down the stairs to his office.

It all felt alien to him. Like he was an outsider looking in. These didn't feel like his rooms anymore. They were tainted, dirty somehow he alone had done that. Had spoiled the one safe haven Harry really had.

He made his way to his desk looking out over all that he had accumulated with time. Baby Fawks was nestled in his ashes, chirping meekly. Dumbledore forced a smile as his eyes glistened. He pulled the top quill drawer open and the vial with all the other contents rolled forward.

He looked at the vial in the open drawer for near an hour. The blue milky type substance settled and didn't move. Albus felt numb and with numb fingers and a numb mind opened the stopper. He could smell the cold it held. It seemed to wink at him, as if it new it's fate.

With eyes focused only on the vial, with a determined mind Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Merlin 1st class, Order of the Phoenix, brought the little glass vial to his lips and drank.

The End
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