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Tempus	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 27396 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This is the penultimate chapter...so only one more to go...sorry to end this story but it was never meant to be a long story. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

warnings...angst...blood play but mostly angst. :(

Harry felt his world crumble around him, Remus’ eyes never leaving his as he struggled to keep his heart calm. His mind a jumble of thoughts, elaborate plans and schemes racing through his head to find a way out of the situation. The oblivation charm on his lips, Harry made the mistake of looking into Remus’ amber eyes and felt his heart sink. Giving into the weariness at hiding who he was and why he was there. Body suddenly weak, the feeling of relief pushing his fears aside, torn between lies and the truth. The young wolf appeared to sense the internal struggle raging between Harry’s heart and mind.

“Harry?…who are you?” Remus’ gentle voice echoed in Harry’s head, the tears began to brim at the memory of seeing his adopted godfather lying dead in the Great Hall. Shaking his head, hand to his eyes, holding back the tears and obliterating the vision of the young man in front of him.

“I can’t,” Harry’s voice cracked with emotion and the wolf looked alarmed at the change in mood, “I can’t lose him again.”

“Lose who?” concern colouring the teen’s tone, a small gasp emerging as he put two and two together, “Severus?…who are you Harry…how are you related to James?”

“….Father…” Harry’s words mumbled and obscured by his hands, still refusing to make eye contact with the inquisitive younger man.

“No. you’re not his father!” Remus scoffed, his face paling as Harry looked at him.

“He’s my father.” the exhale on the last word was like a sigh of relief, Remus staggered backwards bumping into the desk behind him and slumped to the floor. Shock evident on his face, unbelieving eyes staring at Harry, who found he could not look away from the piercing gaze.

“How…what?” amber eyes brimmed with bewilderment and fear. Harry reached across the comfort the man, withdrawing his hand as he flinched away from him. His confused, distrustful eyes felt like a dagger in his heart and Harry turned away, trying to compose himself.

“Remus…” unsure how to proceed, Harry waited until the wolf appeared to calm, his eyes still surveying him with a alertness, afraid that Harry might do something, “I won’t hurt you…Sirius deserved that slap…anyone else would have done worse,” seeing the element of concurrence in the amber eyes, “He would have hurt Severus, he means so much to me…I couldn’t let Sirius hurt him, do you understand?”

Remus nodded, sharply and his eyes softened as Harry spoke about Severus, clear to Harry that he knew what it felt like to love someone. Heart hammering, memories of his godfather and his adopted godfather together flooded Harry’s mind, the certainty of his instincts making him view the wolf with sympathy.

“You love Sirius, don’t you?” Remus blanched at the words, his eyes widened and he spluttered his disagreement at the statement, “Have you told him?” Remus sadly shook his head and Harry’s heart broke for the teen.

“I’m going to tell you the truth and no matter how you feel about me after,” Harry took a breath, frightened to take the next step, “You have to warn them…I won’t let Voldemort win and take them away from me.” Remus physically recoiled at the mention of Voldemort and Harry closed his eyes, realising that he was about to break all the rules.

He reached to touch the teen in a comforting gesture, his fingers brushed the back of Remus’ hand and he almost shouted as his mind was bombarded with new memories, the intensity making him sway on his feet. The teen panicked, his lips moving but Harry could not hear him over the thundering of his own heart, allowing his body to be guided to sit on the cool stone floor

Images pushing their way inside, his father’s voice singing a lullaby and his mother’s sweet words echoing in the nursery. Screams and shouts invading the tranquil scene, red eyes and then nothing.

The memories of the Dursley’s unchanged, abusive and hurtful, Harry’s childhood remained the torture it had been before. Sorrow, all consuming and encompassing raged through Harry.

I didn’t save them!

The department of Mysteries loomed into his memory, Harry despaired at having to relive Sirius’ death. Remus holding him as he wept, his tears uncontrollable.

“Harry…I’m sorry…I tried to stop him…I failed you.” Remus whispered, his own tears falling freely. Harry continued to weep, Remus’ words not registering but now as he remembered suddenly it dawned on Harry about the meaning behind them . Remus had warned Sirius not to come just as he had been asked, but something had gone wrong and his godfather was still dead.

Rain, heavy falling rain washed over him as he stood by the graveside. The mourning party placing flowers on the single white coffin, the red of the roses so stark against the pure white. Harry felt his tears streaming down his face, soft fingers stroked the back of his hand. A gentle, trembling voice spoke softly the words for him only.

“I never truly thanked you for trying to save them…the time with Sirius was the best and I can’t tell you what it meant to me,” Remus’ voice hitched and Harry couldn’t look at the crying wolf, his eyes fixed on the gravestone, “I know you don’t understand but one day Harry, you will…I don’t know if I can go through this again.” his soft voice filled with anguish.

The words on the grave filled Harry’s mind and the heartfelt words though confusing to the younger Harry made perfect sense to him now. Wishing his younger self would hold the weeping wolf and tell him that he understood what I felt like to love someone so much only to lose them. Instead he watched the two of them stand and look at Tonk’s grave. Andromeda standing on the periphery, a slumbering Teddy sheltered from the rain in her arms.

Nymphadora Tonks

Beloved daughter

Beloved wife

Beloved mother

“No.” Harry shouted as he opened his eyes, Remus watched with worry etched on his young face.

“You have to promise me, you’ll warn them…make Sirius stop drinking…I know he was drunk that night, I smelt it just before Bellatrix…don‘t let Tonks fight at the battle..” Harry felt the tears falling and the wolf was flustered, not knowing how to handle him, “Promise!”

“I promise, I promise.” Remus reassured him, his voice trembling while Harry fought to get himself back in control.

“I’m not even sure how to start…” Harry began.

An hour later, a teary eyed Remus and a weary, emotionally drained Harry sat opposite each other. Both of them silent, Harry incapable of saying anything else and Remus rendered speechless by Harry’s story. The young wolf rubbing his reddened eyes, Harry wanted to hold the younger man and offer some assurance.

“I believe you.” Remus whispered and Harry almost let out a sigh, his heart lightened with being able to share this burden. The floo flared to life making both of them jump, Harry scrambled to stand from his sitting position on the floor, Dumbledore exited the floo, surprising Harry when he merely looked at Remus and made no comment on his presence.

“Headmaster,” Remus was flushed, his words coming out in a rush and Harry saw the moment when Dumbledore jumped to the wrong conclusion, his eyes filled with disgust as he turned to look at Harry, “I was talking to Professor Ppp…Parker about…”

“Leave, see me in my office tomorrow,” Dumbledore’s voice was harsh, his eyes softened when he looked at the stunned teen, “Remus...please go to bed…I have something to discuss with the professor.”

“But…Sirius was drunk and the prof…” Remus halted his words when he looked at Dumbledore’s face, his amber eyes turned to Harry as if asking what to do, Dumbledore answered for him.

“Mr Lupin…leave now!” Remus appeared torn between following his order and trying to find out why the headmaster was so angry. Giving in to Dumbledore’s request, casting a glance at Harry while he fled from the room. The teen barely out of the door before Dumbledore span on his heels, eyes flaring with fury as he addressed Harry.

“A student!…what do you think you are doing!” Harry lifted his hands in a sign of surrender, the older wizard stalked away from him and stood in front of the fire.

“It’s not what you think…I’m not sleeping with Remus,” Harry spoke, Dumbledore regarded him with disapproval, “ I haven’t touched him.”

“But you are sleeping with someone…one of my students?” Harry slumped, knowing that the older wizard would see through him if he chose to lie.

“Why are you here?” Harry enquired, his voice polite and he resisted the urge to look at his bedchamber door. Hoping that the tired teen had fallen asleep and would not be drawn in to this potential argument.

“My magic sensed an oblivation charm being performed?” he phrased it as a question but Harry was well aware the old man already knew who was responsible.

“Yes, it was me.” Harry found himself deliberately being facetious and felt a strange elation at being difficult. Offering no explanation, Harry walked over to his desk , looking at the papers that needed to be marked, “Is that all you wanted?”

The feeling of the older wizard trying in search his mind drifted over Harry, resisting the urge to acknowledge it and allowed the man to try, knowing that his mental shields were much more experienced than most wizards. An annoyed exhale of breath informed him that Dumbledore has been unable to penetrate his mind, holding in the smirk in place Harry looked at the headmaster.

“I’ve looked into the spell,” Harry’s heart began to race, Dumbledore continued and his heart fell at the words, “I ’ve realised that it has a limited time…you have less than twenty four hours until it reverses itself.”

The words crashed over Harry, a weight that seemed to crush him and he found that he could not breathe. Wild green eyes focused on the bedchamber door and his still beating heart felt as if it had been wrenched from his chest. A physical pain in the place where it resided and he moaned, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Merlin, whomever it is you truly love them don’t you?” Dumbledore’s voice was sorrowful but with a hint of distrust, “Don’t do it Harry,” he whispered, sensing the thought racing in Harry’s mind, thought of running away or revealing everything, “Time will not be manipulated without a price.” the words ominous and foreboding.

“Find a way,” Harry’s tone broken and desolate, “Please I beg you, find a way for me to stay.” he lifted his pleading hands to the man he considered to be his grandfather, distraught when the wizard shook his head.

“I can’t…I’m so sorry my boy, some things cannot be changed,” he placed a comforting hand on Harry’s shoulders, a shudder echoed through Harry’s body, one of anger and desperation, longing to curse, hex the man for being so caring, “Come to my office this evening.”

The flare of the floo informed Harry that the man had left, the words still ringing in Harry’s ears. Stunned that the wizard had not pressed him on the subject of who he was sleeping with.

He knows I’ll be gone by tomorrow.

The thought rendered him incapable of catching his breath, doubling over to stop from screaming his despair. Body shaking with anguish, the teen slumbering in his bed the only thing consuming his mind and filling his heart. Heavy, lead feeling legs walked towards the door, tears threatening to erupt at any moment, hoping that Severus would be sleeping and oblivious to the heartbreaking sorrow overwhelming him.

The light from the office cast a glow in the bedchamber, the serene innocent face of the younger teen brought Harry to his knees. Sinking to the floor and giving into the tidal wave of emotion, tears spilling freely as he fought to keep his agony silent.

I can’t leave him…why hasn’t his future with Voldemort changed?

Frantically, he searched his memories for any change, the same things springing forth. The prophecy, the half blood prince, Dumbledore’s death and Severus’ role as a spy still clear in his mind. A faint feeling touching the outskirts of his recall seemed to tease him, unable to focus on the emotion. Haunted, soft words echoing quietly, too quietly to hear clearly, Harry desperately tried to cling to them only catching fragments.

The charm didn’t take effect.

Remus?

His pensive removed….saw the memories and…remember…

Severus?

The memories faded again, Harry collapsed to the floor and sobbed, his eyes blurring while he watched Severus sleep peacefully in his bed. Desire, white hot and pure coursed through his veins at the sight, pushing aside his forlorn feeling. The need, no the urge to touch and mark Severus as his own a sudden driving force, possessed with a passion never felt before, Harry approached the bed. Knowing this would be the last time he had the chance to be with the younger Severus, Harry slowly pulled back the sheet and exposed Severus’ creamy white skin.

“Mmmm Harry?” Severus’ sleepy voice made Harry’s heart sink, fighting back the tears building inside, Harry pressed a tender kiss to the teen’s mouth.

“Yes…Severus…I,” Harry’s voice failed him, the importance of the words were crushing, Severus opened his dark eyes and smiled at him, “I love you…never forget it.” Severus smiled at the loving words but frowned at the reminder. Harry couldn’t bear to hear the question, he crushed his mouth to the bewildered teen.

I have to make him mine… show him that no matter if I’m not there I still love him.

Never breaking the kiss, Harry’s fingers gently touched Severus’ face, dedicating the high cheekbones, Romanesque nose and full bottom lip to memory. The teen allowed his eyes to flutter shut, basking in the tender caresses, his breath hitching into Harry’s mouth as he sighed. Lips locked, Harry’s tongue mapped and surveyed the sweet contours of the content younger man. Breathing in the air from Severus’ lungs, his body craving the firm flesh pressed against his own as Harry deepened the kiss. Slipping off his dressing gown and moaning into Severus’ mouth when their bare flesh touched, the sensation of the teen’s warm skin making the tears fall.

“Mmm I love you,” Severus murmured into Harry’s mouth, “You’ve been in my dreams…I want to be with you forever.” the naïve, childlike words made Harry’s breath stick in his throat.

“Whatever happens,” Severus pulled from the kiss at Harry’s muffled words, his face pale and his fathomless, granite eyes reflecting the despair that Harry felt, “Listen…I love you…no matter what…understand?”

“I understand, Harry, why are you saying…” realisation dawned on the teen and his eyes began to fill, Harry pulled him into his arms. Crushing their chests together and he could feel Severus’ thudding heart against his own shattering one.

The pain in the older man’s eyes made Harry wish it were his own, the moans of agony echoing in his ears.

“Severus, breathe…listen to me…I love you.” Severus’ eyes fixed on Harry’s and he nodded. The smell of antiseptic assaulting Harry’s senses, clasping the potion master’s hands and breathing with him.

“Harry?” Severus’ brow was furrowed and his watering eyes were expressing concern at Harry’s sudden silence. The memory slipped, the scent of the teen’s skin pushing the images aside. Severus brushed his lips along the pulse point on his neck, Harry let out a shuddering gasp. Running his fingers through the fine hair at the base of Severus’ neck, tangling through the tips and pulling the teen’s face to one side so he could easily devour his mouth.

“I need to touch you…make you mine.” he mouthed against Severus’ lips, the teens eyes though filled with tears dilated with arousal.

“Yours…yours…yes.” Severus’ hushed, strained voice increased Harry’s need to claim the man. Nipping at Severus’ bottom lip, roughly and the teen groaned at the taste of blood that flooded both of their mouths. The coppery, metallic flavour enflamed Harry’s ardour, shocked that he was rigid with desire. Sucking at the bitten lip, drawing more blood to the surface, lapping as it spilled and Severus bucked at the sensation. His own turgid cock pushing against Harry’s, the moans of appreciation resounded in the bedchamber.

“Mark me…I’m yours.” Severus’ pleading caused Harry’s eyes to flicker shut for a moment, the power over the teen driving him to take and mark the young man beneath him. Pressing bloody kisses along Severus’ slender neck, rust coloured lip marks adorning the smooth skin. Severus licked at his abused bottom lip, the sight encouraging Harry to bite down on Severus’ neck, just in the junction where it meets the shoulder. Teeth nipping sharply, soothing the pain with little flicks of the tip of his tongue. Severus’ blood like ambrosia to the flushed Harry, his arousal blocking any rational thought. The need to have the teen in his arms and his taste addictive.

“Harder.” the flustered younger man begged, his cock rubbing against Harry’s rampant shaft, the combined dripping of pre-come slicking and easing the thrusts. Powerless, Harry’s teeth sank into the flesh of Severus’ shoulder, the spurting blood filling his mouth. Severus’ back arched and he whimpered, but the sound was tempered by the desire that shined clearly in the moans that followed as Harry drank from the teen. Without even being aware of it, Harry shifted between Severus’ open legs, his cock seeking the heat of the moaning teen. Heart skipping a beat at the feel of himself pushing against the ring of muscle, begging for entrance. Severus spread his thighs further to allow the tip of Harry’s dripping cock to slide inside the tight pucker. Warm blood flowing past Harry’s lips and warm tunnel grasping below forced him to pull away from Severus’ shoulder and almost scream with pleasure.

“Harry!” Severus could barely talk as overwhelmed as Harry felt, the teen’s face flushed.

Bright light filled the room, Severus let out a gasp of shock. Harry turned to look at the thunderous face of Dumbledore, the man standing in the doorway, an visibly upset Remus behind him. Amber eyes met Harry’s and silently implored for forgiveness.

“ENOUGH!” Dumbledore’s voice shook the room, Harry withdrew for the trembling teen, stroking his arm in a reassuring way. Scrambling Severus pulled the sheet around him, pale and head lowered as he covered his naked body from everyone’s eyes. Taking a slow breath Harry got up from the bed, uncaring about the view he was giving the older wizard and pulled on his dressing gown.

“OUT NOW!” Dumbledore stormed from the room, hoping his heart would slow down Harry reluctantly followed, Severus’ frightened voice drifting behind him.

“I’m sorry.” Harry turned on his heels to look at the close to tears Severus, crossing the room in two strides and kissing the teen with an unbridled passion. Murmuring words into the younger man’s mouth, not to blame himself and that he had no regrets. Strong hands pulled him from the teen and Severus began to cry as Dumbledore dragged Harry from the room.

“HARRY!” Severus’ alarmed voice carried into the other room, Dumbledore practically flinging Harry into his desk. Remus stood pale and miserable, his head lowered.

“I told you not to say anything!” righteous anger in Dumbledore’s voice made Harry’s fury build, the fire raging through his veins as he fought not to hex the man.

“You leave me no choice, Remus!” Dumbledore shouted at the wolf, who lifted his eyes, ”Oblivate!” Dumbledore screeched, his tone furious.

“NO!” Harry threw himself at the older wizard only to find himself lying restrained on the cool stone floor. Helpless to stop while Remus’ eyes went blank, the conversation obliterated from his mind.

“Remus, you will go back to your dorm…you will not remember any conversations you had with Professor Parker, understood?” Remus nodded, walking from the room as if sleepwalking.

“Why?” Harry pleaded, the tears flowing down his face and the wizard looked at him with sad eyes.

“I warned you,” Dumbledore looked over to the doorway, Harry’s heart fell as they both looked at the shaking figure of Severus, “You should have left him alone…I can’t allow you to change what’s meant to be.”

Harry opened his mouth to speak, the words frozen on his tongue. The room was fading around him, the walls becoming transparent and the older wizard appeared to shimmer briefly. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, opening them again to find the room bright and clear.

“Severus, please come here.” Dumbledore’s soft voice belied his plans for the anxious teen. Obsidian eyes connected with Harry’s, unspoken questions asked and love declared.

“Severus, run…leave!” Harry shouted, his heart hammering in his chest. The room shimmered again, walls seemed to cease their existence, the castle open to him. Dumbledore’s voice tinny, his tone drifting in and out like a bad radio reception. Severus fading before his eyes and Harry screamed, the Tempus charm collapsing and reversing itself. Darkness beckoning Harry, the room slowly leaving his conscious thought, fighting with all his might, Harry shouted.

“No matter what…I LOVE YOU!” Severus’ distant voice returning his words, the teens words filled with anguish.

The world slipping from him, the last words before the darkness consumed him were of Dumbledore’s soft voice whispering "Obliviate."
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