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The Third Time is a Charm	By : ladyedgecombe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 45346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP Universe. I admire. Rowling for entertaining us with her world of make believe. I don’t make any money from writing this story, I just like to have fun and borrow her characters for a while but I promise to put them back

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The Third Time is a Charm
Summary:
A child was born to return the pureblood ways of long ago, what would you do to save him? His inheritance stolen and his friends are traitors who can he turn to? Strangers appear-friend or foe Warn-language, child abuse, M/M SS/HP AD/RW/HG bashing
Explicit sex scenes, Severus will be OOC and a host of other characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own or have interest in any of the Harry Potter universe. I admire J. K. Rowling for entertaining us with her world of make believe. I do not make any money from writing this story, I just like to have fun and borrow her characters for a while.

Chapter 11: Saving a Child

"Harry," the young woman started, "We can save you both if you will agree to let me do something." Becca paused for a moment to let the words sink in, she didn't want to go too fast but time was already running short. "I can transfer the fetus into my womb so that your body can be worked on without the fear of you taking all the baby's magic, and of the potions and spells needed to save you hurting the baby. But you and Severus both have to agree or it will not work. Do you understand?" Harry nodded his bruised and battered head one more time then looked at Sev to find out what he would say. Severus seemed slightly stunned and Harry realized the news he was going to be a father could have been delivered in better circumstances.

"Sev?" Harry hesitantly asked as he tried to get his attention. "Do you want to do this?"

"You mean I am going to be a father?" The incredulous look on Severus' face would have been priceless if the situation had not been so dire. Then he turned a calculating stare at the woman before him, "How do we know you will not take off with our child?" Ever the Slytherin, Severus asked the same question Harry wanted to ask, but he didn't want the baby to die either. Becca pulled out her wand and spoke with a clear and concise voice.

"On my magic, I, Rebecca Elizabeth Prince declare that I have no ill intentions towards Harry James Potter, Severus Tobias Snape or to their unborn child Evan Sebastian Snape and only wish to give them a happy life together by helping them survive." With the oath performed, the magic flared and sent tendrils connecting Harry, Severus and Rebecca. Satisfied with the oath, Severus nodded his head at the same time as Harry so she could transfer the fetus and transport them to a medical facility.

Becca knelt down next to Harry and raised her left hand above his stomach where the fetus lay and then placed her other hand on Severus' shoulder as before to steady herself. She concentrated and without saying a word, a small blue silver sphere, not even seventy five millimeters in diameter, emerged from Harry's body and settled onto her outstretched palm. She directed the sphere to where her womb was located, just below her stomach, and pushed the glowing ball, which was the unborn child, into her body. They watched in fascination as the silver blue sphere settled slowly into her body. Harry, at this point, started wheezing badly and Becca pulled out a scarf made of acromantula silk.

"Severus, I am sending both of you to a specialized medical team in a secured facility where you will be safe from everybody who may bear you ill will. They already know the situation and are standing by to take over and take care of Harry and you. I am going to collect Harry's possessions and will get back with you in a little while. We don't want to leave anything here that can be found and taken. I already know about his cloak and his secret hiding place under the loose floorboard." She paused for just a moment, very cognizant of the fact they were running out of time. "Do you know of anything else I need to know before you leave here?"

Severus just shook his head in negative so when Becca was assured that both men had a hold of the scarf and Severus was still cradling Harry; she whispered "Mission Control," and they disappeared out of sight.

In the castle somewhere in Scotland, an uncharacteristic bellow could be heard through the upper part of the castle.

"NNNOOOOOOO!"

Albus Dumbledore, man of all plans and the greatest wizard of the age, screamed as the monitoring orbs exploded while he was watching the different shades of red. Next, the other monitoring equipment showed the wards falling, the Fidelius was gone and Harry Potter had disappeared off the map of Little Whinging. The gadgets, now strewn all over the office from their owner's fit of rage, were destroyed in one way or another. Someone was going to be in serious trouble when he found out who had taken the Potter brat from his relatives home.

He needed to go there and find out what happened.

Becca knew she had to hurry and get out of there fast as that despicable headmaster would be coming soon. She raced up the stairs and entered Harry's room in a rush. Petunia must have heard her and came out from the master bedroom to see what was going on. The younger woman ignored her has she slipped under the bed to the loose floorboard and gathered Harry's things. She stuffed them in one of her enormous pockets in her nicely tailored royal blue robe and pulled out her wand.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Petunia asked indignantly. The younger woman deigned not to answer and continued.

"Accio Harry Potter's belongings!" shouted Becca in a command as she held onto her necklace. Harry's things started flying through the room and something even came through the ceiling from the attic. She was surprised at this, it was not listed anywhere in her records that there were things in the attic that belonged to Harry.

"You are destroying my house!" Petunia cried angrily, her face turning a nice shade of red, when the box burst through the ceiling.

"And you, my dear Aunt Petunia, have been keeping things from Harry!" Becca shouted back. Not really caring about her as she would be obliviating the two adults soon. She proceeded to shrink the items that had come through, checked the loose floorboard one more time and turned to the hysterical woman at the door. "Obliviate!" Becca said and took Petunia's memory of having seen her in Harry's room. Now she went back down the stairs to do the same to Vernon, taking his memory to just before Severus arrived. After she had completed her task, she looked around the room, repeated "Accio Harry Potter's things" and when nothing appeared, she left without so much as a backward glance as she touched her necklace and said Hogwarts Great Hall.

The old coot arrived at Privet Drive two minutes later to interrogate the couple, who of course remembered nothing after beating Harry and had to deal with the wrath of a very angry headmaster. Unbeknownst to him, Becca popped straight to the castle and into the Great Hall. She called for the house elves to come and when they appeared she told them, "The current headmaster of this school no longer functions in the best interest of the students in his care. He will be removed from his post without recompense. Do you know who I am?" Her voice was authoritative and commanding.

All the house elves nodded and the head elf whose vest had an embroidered castle with the Hogwarts shield on the door and a gold circle around the whole crest on his left breast pocket spoke up and said. "You are a descendent of the Heir. Only the Heir and his descendents can apparate into and out of the castle."

"Yes, that is correct. I need you to pack all of Professor Snape's belongings into these two trunks, shrink them down to a small size and hold on to them till either the professor himself or I come back for them." Becca gave the head elf two trunks out of her pocket.

"Now I need two elves to go to the headmaster's quarters including his private office and personal living quarters and collect everything that has been stolen from Harry Potter and the four founders. You will find there are at least a hundred books and dozens of priceless artifacts that belong to Master Potter as the heir of the founders, or were stolen from Master Potter from his properties and vaults. You should be informed that Master Potter, at this very moment, is fighting for his life because of the danger that the headmaster and his relatives have put him in. When you collect the stolen items and when you empty the professor's quarters, you are to copy everything you take to make it look as if the original is still there but they will be useless when the headmaster tries to use them. It does not need to last long; we just do not want anyone to find out what we are doing for the next few days. Once we have completed our tasks and Master Potter is able to be moved we don't have to worry about what the old man finds out. We just need time to get Master Potter healed and away from those who want to harm him. As for Professor Snape, I want someone to hand the Headmaster a note but not for the next three days." Becca handed the head elf a forged parchment before turning to look at the elves as a whole again, "Does everyone here understand?"

The elves as a collective bowed their heads low in respectful submission and then looked back at the heir's descendent. "Is there anything else we need to be doing, Mistress?" The head elf asked respectfully.

But Becca quickly put her finger to her mouth in a motion for silence. They could all hear the sound of footsteps as someone was coming down the hallway right toward them. Becca motioned for all the elves to leave except the head elf and moved with him to a shadowy corner of the room back away from the door. Professor McGonagall stood briefly at the doorway looking into the room, then shook her head and moved on. Becca breathed a sigh of relief and laying a hand on the elf beside her created a privacy bubble, combined with a powerful Notice-Me- Not charm, around herself and the elf so they might talk without being noticed or heard.

"Harry Potter and Professor Snape are soulmates" the elf nodded his head in understanding, "I am taking them away from this time line as it will be nothing but a disastrous war. If they agree, they will be going back in time to help raise and train another young Harry Potter and to stop the war before it gets out of hand again. I have invoked the Third Time Charm." The elves eyes grew wide and Becca asked, "Do you know what that means?"

"Yes, Mistress, it means you must be a Time Spirit. My Great-great-great Grandfather told us stories about how a Time Spirit did the same thing with Salazar Slytherin and that was the last anyone has ever heard of it happening. It also means you have already tried to correct this time line twice and failed. I am assuming that the death of Master Potter's parents is the pivotal point that needs correcting. The current headmaster has been manipulating events ever since then."

"That's correct; I have already come back twice to the day young Mister Potter's parents died but with no results. Fate and Magic are very patient but only give you one chance each to correct what is wrong. Now I have to invoke the Third Time Charm to go back for the last time and make this right. You may tell the elves that I can take them and their elfin families with me to safety but when I say we have to go, they need to be ready." She said earnestly. "This must be a decision they make for themselves. It is not an order to leave their home."

"I will tell them Mistress."

"You don't have much time to get to the headmaster's office, so here is the trunk to pack everything into and now you may leave. I will be back in touch. Stay safe and do not take any unnecessary risks."

The elf bowed to the Mistress and left with a soft 'pop'.

Becca soon followed with her own 'pop' after the placement of her hand on her necklace again and a quiet "Grimmauld Place" going to her next destination. She went through the wards at Grimmauld Place without concern and called for Kreacher upon entering the house.

"Yes Mistress, what can Kreacher be doing for you?"

"Kreacher, do you know who I am?" Becca demanded of the little wizened elf.

"Yes, Mistress, you belong to the Potter brat." It was much easier to demand they figure out her identity rather than explain it to them. Kreacher was obviously not happy to serve the Potter descendents.

"Kreacher!" Becca said sternly and the old elf actually looked slightly chagrined, "You will show proper respect for your master." She chastised him and then gave him an order. "I want you to pack everything in this house including the Library and anything else that happens to be here. I want this completed in four hours and everything to be placed into several bottomless trunks, one for each floor. I already have someone else collecting the things that Dumbledore has stolen. I expect this done before another meeting is scheduled here. If you do this correctly, you will be released to Lady Malfoy, but you must complete this task first. I will return in four hours and you shall tell no one in anyway possible, writing, speaking or through their mind, about this." Kreacher nodded and she left the empty trunks to be resized and packed. Becca portkeyed straight to where Harry was being treated.

Severus was standing off to the side watching the healers at work; he had been doing this for almost twelve hours now. They were the strangest group of healers he had ever seen. A few of them were not human and he was not sure about the rest. There were five healers in all working on his soulmate. It was heart wrenching. He should have been there sooner, he should have told Dumbledore to stuff it and he should not have let Harry go back there in the first place. It was his entire fault. He did not protect his soulmate and he had been a bad partner not to have seen this coming. He started pacing again as he had been doing every few minutes since he had gotten here.

Becca popped in and took a look. She glanced at one of the healers and lifted a questioning brow before going off to the side to wait for the healer to come over and give her a report. She was not disappointed. A tall man with pepper grey hair gave a brief word to the person standing next to him and came to greet Becca warmly.

"How are you doing? We were getting concerned when we didn't see you." The handsome older healer said. He was looking at Becca with an indulgent smile, an affectionate sparkle in his blue eyes that he reserved for young children. He had known Becca since she was very young living with her great grandfathers, when he had come to work for them, and he had watched her grow up into the lovely young woman she was today. But she would always be a child to him.

"Hey Doc, I had to make plans and take care of business and you know time here is not the same." She smiled up at him, he was like a favorite uncle to her, and she had known him for as long as she could remember. "How is he doing? He was in pretty bad shape when I got to him."

"He is a lucky young man to even be alive. He's on life support right now because his magical core is not regenerating." Becca nodded her head in understanding and for him to continue. "He needs a real magical boost and there is only one way I know of that can do that. There are still blocks on his magic too. If we could release them he would stand a good chance. Do you know there is a slow leech on his magic from that scar of his? Other than that we have already treated a major portion of the damage. It would heal faster if we could get his magical core boosted."

Becca nodded her head, she had known about this. "Let me go talk to his mate, I hope he takes this better than I think he will." She sighed and slowly walked over to where Severus was standing.

"How are you holding up?" Severus gave her a pointed look and said nothing, Becca held up her hands in understanding before saying in a wry tone. "I suppose that is an answer unto itself"

"Where have you been? You said you would be right behind us and it has been hours. Harry didn't have that many things to collect from that house, he barely owned anything except what was in his trunk and that was already packed." He snarled at her, but Becca knew he was just worried about Harry and not really angry with her.

"I went to Hogwarts and had the elves pack up everything in your quarters and collect all the things the headmaster has stolen from Harry over the years. He has a huge fortune of books and priceless artifacts that belong to Harry. I also gave the elves your letter or resignation to give the old man in three days. You don't really want to go back there right now; he is in a vicious fury. Then I went to Grimmauld Place to get Kreacher to pack up everything in the house, all six floors of it including the attic. We won't be back there and the headmaster has been stealing from there as well as from his vaults. I don't want Harry's inheritance squandered by a man that helped do this to him. I also..."

"Stop," Severus held up his hand, palm out in the imitation of a stop sign, "I understand you had things to do. Did the healer you were talking to give you any new information on my...eh, on Harry?" Severus looked at her, ignoring his almost slip of the tongue calling Harry his soulmate. He didn't know if she knew and he didn't really trust her yet, even with the oath. If it hadn't been that the baby and Harry were dying, he would not have agreed to the fetus transfer in the first place, but then it wouldn't have been necessary either.

"Yes, he is not doing well, he is still on life support and his magical core is not regenerating. We need to try something else, but I am not sure you will be agreeable. In fact I am most sure you will not like the idea." Becca said as a sort of challenge to find out if the older man was indeed like the one she knew in the future.

"And what exactly is it you don't think I will be agreeable to?" Severus was losing his patience. His love, his soulmate lay on that hospital bed and nobody was doing anything and he wasn't even allowed near the bed while Harry was inserted with tubes. He hated this and wanted something done NOW! Then this little bit of a woman says he won't like the answer. If it was going to help Harry live and get better then he would try anything to have him back.

"Well," Becca said hesitantly, "there is an ancient form of magic that is not often used in this time but has helped other soulmated couples tremendously if one half of the pair was seriously injured. A type of magic that I believe your Ministry has outlawed but is legal in other magical worlds." Becca was trying to hedge into this slowly so he did not reject it out right, but it didn't look like it was working if his exasperated expression was anything to go by. "I have instructed a few couples and have taught classes on it but it is entirely up to you if you want to try it." Okay, the man was now facing her with his arms crossed and tapping his foot and a snarl on his face. This was not good.

"Will you stop prevaricating and get on with it, Ms Prince?" Severus tapped his foot some more and pointed looked at her. If he hadn't been so worried about Harry he might have wondered about the name but his focus was on his dying mate.

"Well," Becca tried again, "my suggestion is sex magic." There, at least she had said it. He looked at her like she was crazy. She wanted him to let her do sex magic with his lover? No way!

"I don't think this will work, I will not allow you to do that with Harry, there has to be another way." Severus started pacing again "Frankly, I am astounded that you would even suggest such an action. He is my soulmate!" So much for keeping it secret from her, he didn't even think about it when faced with what she was suggesting.

"Severus," the young woman interrupted the older man's rant, "I did not mean with me, I meant with you. You need to have a core binding, a sex magic ritual with your soulmate."

Severus widened his eyes, looking almost comical as he stared wordlessly at the young woman before him. When he spoke, the two words merely served to emphasize the extent of his thoughts.

"Oh Merlin."
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