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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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The next morning found Severus refreshed and, dare he think it, in a good mood. He entered the dining room and looked at the assembled guests. He smiled at all in attendance and smirked at the gasps. He sat down and proceeded to fill his plate and eat. He completely ignored his flabbergasted companions.

Harry had no idea who this person was sitting at his breakfast table. He looked like Severus Snape, he walked like him, his manners were the same, but that smile was scary. Harry could not hold his laughter anymore.

“Who are you?” Harry doubled over in his mirth.

“I am Severus Tobias Snape, Mr. Potter.” The man continued to eat with a continued smile and ignored Harry’s reaction.

“Godfather, are you aware you are smiling?” Draco looked skeptical of his identity also.

“Am I? I was not aware I was not allowed.” For good measure Severus smiled again and made sure to spread it around the table. “I’m sorry I find myself rather happy this morning; I will try to lower my high beams.”

Harry continued to laugh uproariously, “Do you want to go check out the Slytherin house? I think the sun is the only thing that can compete with your “high beams”.”

“That would be acceptable.” He pushed his empty plate away and stood. Harry followed suite and showed Severus to the door. Draco looked at Remus and then scrambled to follow the two men.

All three exited the manor and marveled at the size and then Harry led the way, having gotten directions from Jiminy. They walked and south of the manor and saw the greenhouse sitting apart and pristine. Harry thought about inviting Neville to have a look. They could see the stables far past the glass house of plants. Harry wanted to check it out, but he knew Snape wanted to see the potions lab.

The guest house, which they observed was just figurative, was half the size of the manor, which was still substantial. They walked to the door and observed the snake knocker curved on it. Harry reached out to trace it and the snake struck. Harry pulled back his already heeled hand and glared at the knocker.

“Fucking ssssnake!” He hissed in parsletongue.

The snake raised its head, “Oh, you ssspeak. I would not have took a sample of blood had I known.” Harry continued to glare as the door opened for them. “You may set a password to enter from now on.”

“Hurts like a bitch.” Harry responded.

Severus and Draco looked at Harry as if he were crazy.

“It’s the password, remember it.” They all entered and followed Harry. “It’s this way Jiminy gave me a floor plan of the “guest house” so we could find the lab.”

Harry led them to a stair case directly in front of them and headed up the stairs. Severus approved of the more familiar color scheme of green, silver, and black. He admired the other views, such as the unrobed figure of Potter walking ahead of him. The pants he wore outlined a firm and taut bottom that caused Severus to subtly adjust himself. Draco leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“He is great in the sack.” The boy’s grin was large as he leered at the rear of Potter.

“Is that right? How would you ascertain that information?”

“Personal experience, Godfather.” Draco winked and Severus frowned in confusion.

“When exactly did this occur? I was not aware that you two were friendly enough for such relations to happen.” Severus stopped to look at his godson.

“Yesterday while you were gone, I…I let my mental shields slip and Potter saw my desires for him and…” Draco shrugged his shoulders as a completion of his story.

“Did this encounter happen, perchance, in the guest wing bathing room?”

Draco looked shocked, “Yes, it did?”

“Ah.” Severus sneered as he remembered the forgotten wand. It was the first sneer of the day.

“Are you two coming or are you going to talk about the size of my cock too?” Harry called behind him as he reached a door on the second floor. With his hand on the door knob, he looked over his shoulder at the still men. Even Severus had the good manners to blush, but covered it with a snarky comment.

“I assure you, Mr. Potter, your cock size would be irrelevant to me.”

They joined Harry as he walked through the door and the lights in the room illuminated the enormous lab. From what Severus could see it contained every single tool needed, in excess, and the wall of numerous ingredients was well stocked. His hands itched to begin some potion, just to test out the equipment.

“Will this work Professor?” Harry asked looking at Severus.

“Potter, we are lucky he hasn’t creamed his pants.” Draco laughed as he surveyed his Godfather.

Severus glared at Draco, “It is adequate.” He inclined his head to Harry. Then in an effort to continue his good mood, he smiled. Severus walked around to the ingredients wall and had the two other men turning when they heard his gasp. “This is asp root.” He picked up a jar and spun to show his students, “This is widely considered extinct. It is the key ingredient of a universal anti-venom potion. With that potion anyone can be immune to even Nagini’s bite.”

“Do you have the recipe for the brewing?” Harry asked.

“I know it by heart, Mr. Potter.”

“Would you like to brew while you are here? The lab is yours; I won’t have much use for it while I am in residence. Being shite at potions makes me kind of sorry after seeing this lab.”

“You will assist me, Mr. Potter.” Severus turned and replaced the jar. His statement did not warrant a rebuttal.

“May I join as well?”

“You may Draco.” Severus started to pull his robes off immediately and hang them on a hook in the corner where some dragon hide aprons hung. “Do not just stand there, make yourselves ready.”

Harry groaned and followed suit and readied himself for a brutal session of brewing with his snarky professor.

Two hours later, close to lunch time, Harry was enjoying himself. He was standing over a boiling cauldron with some goo in a long stirring spoon, waiting for the liquid to turn crimson, so he could add it to the mixture. Snape had yet to yell once at his mistakes or ignorance, if fact, he had complimented Harry several times and continued to smile even when Harry botched a step. Harry even found that he enjoyed observing the changes of a brewing potion when he was not deathly afraid he would be punished if he got it wrong.

He finally added the goo to the crimson liquid and it began to bubble furiously. He jumped back and pointed his wand ready to banish it as another mistake, when Snape grabbed his wrist and lowered his wand.

“It is supposed to do that, Harry. Just wait for it to stop and continue the instructions I wrote for you.” He still held Harry’s wrist but let go when Harry looked down at his hand. “Good job.” He turned back to Draco at his work area and evaluated his progress.

Harry rubbed his wrist and smiled at the slight heat left behind. His cocked leapt at the remembered touch, but Harry tamped it down. Severus was his teacher and uninterested in him. Harry was tempted to go into the man’s mind and look for any interest, but shuttered at the possible rejection or revulsion he might find. He would be satisfied with just a smiling nice Snape. Harry returned to his brewing and put sexual thoughts to the back of his mind.

“Jiminy was telling me that each guest house has a library, maybe there are some rare potions books in it.” Harry looked over towards his Professor.

“Where is the Gryffindor library? I don’t remember seeing it on the floors I have visited in the manor.”

“It’s the fifth floor.”

“Which room?”

“No,” answered Harry, “It is the fifth floor. The entire thing. It also has a charm on it, you only have to think what you need and it will pull the books for you. It was completely awesome.” Harry stirred his potion and added another ingredient.

“Potter, you looked like Granger for a moment.” Draco chimed in.

Harry scowled at the blond. He did not want to think about his traitorous so called friends right now. It was bad enough he would have only two more weeks of complete freedom before he would go back to playing dumb ole Harry, tool of Dumbledork.

“That reminds me Harry, how will you make it to the burrow? You are not going back to reside with those muggles.”

“Dumbledore will send you to fetch me this year,” Harry answered while tending morosely to his potion. “He will send a note in another week to inform you of your duty.”

“How would you know this?” Snape walked up to Harry.

“Because I told him to do so,” Harry looked up at the man feeling a bit guilty for roping him into his plans before he knew he was on his side.

“What do you mean by that, Mr. Potter?”

“What happened to calling me Harry? I like that better.”

“Answer the question, Harry.” Severus snapped at the contrite boy.

“I have the power of compulsion, when I obliviated Dumbledore, I wrapped orders around the spell as well.” Harry continued to stir his potion not looking up at Severus and Draco gaping at him like fish out of water.

“Show me,” Snape ordered. He pointed to Draco.

“Obliviate him?” Harry looked confused.

“No, you…show me the compulsion.”

Harry sat up straight and concentrated on Draco. He thought about an action and wrapped it in the compulsion. Draco quickly got up and knelt down in front of Harry and placed a hand on each of his thighs and bowed his head. Harry looked down and smiled, and then raised his face to Snape.

“Draco how do you feel?” Snape asked.

“Aroused.”

“No you submissive boy, how did it feel to be compelled?”

“I really didn’t feel anything. I felt the urge and did it.”

Severus simply pondered the scene before him and felt a little aroused himself, “Can you get up?”

“I don’t really want to.” Draco answered. Severus continued to look down at the scene, imagining how Harry would look on his knees in front of himself like that. He indulged in the fantasy for a moment, then snapped back to the present.

“This can be useful for the fight. You would not have to use imperious.” Snape walked back to check his brewing; “finish your potions. Harry we should talk about some things. We can do it after lunch.”

Harry and Severus settled into one of the manor studies and began to talk about what Harry had planned.

“It would be much the same as the Order fights behind the scenes, but we will be much more secretive. I plan on having eight teams of six to rotate out in skirmishes, until The Ministry gets the point that more people need to fight for themselves.”

“Your confidence in the government is misplaced.” Severus raised clasped hands to his chin to think.

“It’s not confidence, Professor, it’s inevitable. When this war is not over because the aurors are making no progress, or the “savior” does not defeat the Voldemort, they will have to go to their own people and ask them to fight.”

“Voldemort would have succeeded last time if it had not been for the incident that gave you that scar. There was no appeal from the Ministry then, and there won’t be now.”

“So what do you suggest I do? I am not ready to take on that monster. I can fight in secret, but face to face I will fail.”

“Why do you say this?”

“I am woefully ignorant of half the magic he has at his disposal. I doubt even you know all he is capable of.”

“You would be right, but what about this plan for guerilla tactics, explain.”

“With information from you, the Order, and remote viewing the teams should be able to save lives and fight until an army can be put together or better plans in place. A simple aveda will not end this. We have to break his forces first and then him.”

“Well I have no other alternative myself. What will you do about the magical creatures he is recruiting?”

“The goblins have pledged support. I was thinking of asking the creature council for support.”

“Creature council?”

“Yes they are the council that the heads of magical creatures sit on. As the Heir of Four, I have a seat. The wizard’s seat. The Minister would usually sit it, in the absence of the heir, but the Ministry has looked down on magical creatures for too long. I think it is why he has gained such support outside the wizard community, trolls, giants, and werewolves. We need to reestablish relations.”

“You sound like a politician, Harry.”

“I will most likely end up as one if the government forces me. I have power enough with my inheritance, but I would prefer to get rid of this Voldemort mess before I take on the Minister of Magic.”

“But the Ministry governs all magic.”

“That is what they think, but here in the Other there is another government for those forgotten by the Ministry and out of reach.”

“The Other?”

“That is where we are Professor.” Harry went about explaining the other realm to Severus and watched in amazement as Severus pulled back his left sleeve.

“I don’t like to look at it. I ignore it until I am summoned, but my mood today was being caused by something. So when I changed upon our return I looked down and saw this.”

Severus was showing Harry a faded, almost disappearing dark mark. Harry leaned forward and touched the arm with the faded cursed ink, amazed.

“So, this is why you felt happy?”

“I have not smiled in all the years since I received this mark. This Other might explain why I am somewhat free from its influence, among other things.”

Harry smiled and remembered what he saw while in the potions lab. He removed his hand from Severus’ arm and kneeled in front of the man.

“I like it when you smile, Professor.” He placed his hands on Severus’ thighs and moved this high enough for it to be inappropriate and a definite sign of attraction.

“What are you doing, Harry?”

“Trying to seduce my Professor. I will need a leg up this year in his advance potions class. I am utter shite at it.”

“I am beyond reproach as an instructor, Mr. Potter. You will have to work very hard to earn a passing grade in my class.”

“Will I be able to earn extra credit?” Harry moved his hand indecently forward, his thumb grazing the prominent bulge in his professor’s pants.

“It is not something I allow except for very exceptional students; are you exceptional, Mr. Potter?”

“I assure you, I am, Professor Snape.”

Harry began to separate Snape’s robes, opening the front of his trousers, and then pulling out Snape’s engorged member. Harry ogled at the size of the turgid flesh. His mouth began to water and he felt an overwhelming urge to taste this wonderful treat.

Severus looked down at Harry palming his length and sighed at the fantasies that had run through his head of Potter on his knees for his pleasure and groaned. He twisted his fingers in Harry’s hair and put pressure on the back to lower him towards his heated cock. Harry complied eagerly and engulfed the head. He licked the crown with the flat of his tongue, being sure to run it over the opening to taste the salty sweet liquid oozing out. Harry moaned as the flavor burst over his tongue making his mouth tingle. He sucked on the head causing Severus to run more and arch into his mouth. Harry felt the pressure for him to descend and surrendered his mouth to a good fucking. Harry looked up and was a little miffed by the calm pleasure over Snape’s face. Harry decided that a loss of control was in order to properly earn his extra credit. He let the heat loose and watched as Severus’ eyes widened and his even strokes became jerky and erratic.

“What else have you not told me?” Severus asked with a breathy voice.

Harry lifted his mouth off of its treat, smiling when Snape sighed, “I have an incubus inheritance too.” He went back to work immediately to prevent Snape from speaking anything else. The man had a death grip in his hair and his moans were growing louder.

Snape clenched Harry’s hair in his fist and pulled the Gryffindor’s head off his cock, “Turn around and on your knees, now.”

Harry complied quickly and took the liberty of removing their clothes. He jumped as a sharp smack was delivered to his ass. “Fuck!”

“Had I wanted you fully naked, I would have done the honors myself.” He grabbed the bare hips of the young man in front of him and admired the wiggling, firm globes. He spread them to see a nice pink pucker that looked so tight, he groaned. He licked his finger and circled the hole and smirked as the boy gasped. He pushed a finger in to the second knuckle satisfied at the clenching that seemed to suck his finger in more. He leaned down to lick around his finger while it moved in and out of Harry. He quickly added another finger as Harry started to impale himself on the single digit. He found that oh so sweet spot deep inside and stroked it as he rammed his fingers in. Harry fell to his elbows with a scream of pleasure. Severus murmured a spell and added a third digit.

Harry had never felt such pleasure from fingers in his ass. He was so full it felt comforting to have a restraining hand on his hip and the person in control causing pleasure instead of pain. He wanted more, but didn’t know how to ask. He just pushed back on the invading fingers.

“Severus, please?!” Harry screamed about to come on the floor.

“Patience Potter or have you had so much cock that you do not need proper preparing.” Severus tried to calm himself he was fighting the draw of the incubus heat but he would not last much longer.

“No one…ever…no one,” Harry answered not really able anymore to think in complete sentences, let alone talk in them.

Severus lost the battle with the incubus pull at Harry’s stuttered statement. He pulled his fingers out and rammed home in a single thrust banging into Harry’s special spot. Harry screamed his climax and Severus held his breath as the clenching of the tight hole turned almost painful. When the spasms stopped Severus moved, pulling back, and moving home again. His pace was slow until Harry loosened up more coming down from his orgasm.

Harry had come so hard that he had hardly noticed that Severus was still embedded in his ass. When the man began to move again, he could do nothing but lower his face into the carpet and ride the waves of pleasure being pushed into him by the man’s cock. He felt full and stretched beyond belief, but safe. The slow pace brought back the blood to his cock, then a hand wrapped around it, and stroked in time with the cock in his ass. Harry was incoherent.

Snape was on the verge of the happiest orgasm ever. This was nothing like the dark encounters he had had during the years associated with the Dark Lord. Severus dug his hand into Harry’s hips and sped up his strokes. When Harry came, Severus came, Harry’s ass milking the streams of come from Severus’ cock and Severus squeezed all the spunk from Harry. They fell to the floor in a heap breathing heavily. Harry passed into a doze with the heavy body on top of him and Severus simply indulged in the afterglow of a Voldemort free orgasm.
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