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Coming Home to You	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author’s Note: Such a kind writer I am! Two chapters in one day!!! Well I figured you guys deserved it after my absence. We are getting into the nitty gritty with the plot. More coming your way soon! Keep with your reviews, the chapters practically write themselves with every one of them!

Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Twelve

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“That does seem interesting,” Dumbledore mused with his fingers interlaced within his long, signature beard. Harry had slept most of the day, having been unable to wake despite Severus’ many attempts. He was perplexed and daresay worried that the boy was exhibiting some fairly noticeable symptoms. However, since much was still unknown about the creature his blood was mixed with, Severus did not know if it common.

“This Tretan Whizwald does he know much about his infliction or is he too still much in the dark?”

“He has stated that he transformed from a very young age,” Dumbledore said smoothly. “Transformation occurs when the Incumutis finds its counterpart.”

A sudden silence fell between them.

“Pardon?” his voice cracked in a very unbecoming way.

“Yes,” Dumbledore said sighing. “I must admit I was hoping to keep the information from you as I did not want it to serve against the bonding, but the Incumutis as it seems in a wizard will mature once it has found its counterpart or mate if you would prefer that expression. It was my hope that you were as there were subtle signs before you coupled, but it was clear after that you were its intended bond mate.”

“I fail to understand you, Headmaster.” Severus felt a heavy weight, much like a large mass, settling in his stomach and threatening to take him down to the floor under the weight of it.

“Male Incumutis have been known to take on male partners as their mates, from what Mister Whizwald has explained to me. Mister Whizwald has a mate in which he met at the prime age of sixteen and was in much of the same position as you and Harry are.”

Another cryptic tale, Severus regarded. He could feel his face losing color. So it was another predestined occurrence. He then gave the man opposite of him another look, confused by the statement and its relevancy to their current situation.

“That did not answer the inquiry I made, Albus. Why would his urges be increasing? Why is he unconscious in our bed and unable to wake?” Disregarding how he had referred to the bed as theirs, he gave the man a demanding look. Refusing to allow the man to be at all cryptic, he waited patiently for the answer that took minutes to come.

“For a lack of a better way in which to say this, Harry is in heat,” it was a fleeting moment as Severus almost lost all control over his face and body. His legs felt weak, but he stood strong against the urge to collapse to the floor.

“I beg your pardon!”

*

Harry felt sleep slowly slip away and vaguely became conscious that he was now in a soft bed, curled underneath several blankets. Did the man intend to incubate him like an egg? He shrugged off the many layers and tried to steady himself on his feet. Clasping at the bed, his legs wobbled precariously as his attempt proved much more difficult than he had first assumed.

“That’s ludicrous, Albus!” Harry perked, though his backside protested when he heard the man’s words loud enough to make their way into his bedroom. Harry threw on a robe when he finally gathered enough stability to do so. He made his way from the room to the living room where he had guessed the two were arguing.

“You knew!” Severus’ voice was almost near shrieking, cracking at the end and giving it much less of a Severus Snape feel.

“Calm down, Severus, and yes, I was aware but it was not something I could put a stop to thus I concluded it be best if the two of you bonded.”

“Heat, Albus, that’s preposterous!” the man laughed darkly, sending shivers up the length of Harry’s arms and the hairs on the back of his neck to stand at attention. He could feel the bite of nervousness filter through.

“Severus, I assure these creatures are unlike anything we can compare to in our known species,” Dumbledore’s smooth, softened voice was almost calming, but Harry could hear the man was growing impatient. “Like any other, however, they have times in which they choose to procreate. Mister Whizwald has a child, in which was a result of his earlier coupling upon the maturing of his magic and transformation.”

“Just what are your intentions,” Severus accused. “That we continue with such a charade when the Dark Lord is already nipping at our heels and beset on killing the boy. Even if for a moment I believed this fallacy, do you really intend to put Harry at risk as well as the child that would be undoubtedly growing in his belly?”

“I have told you, Severus, I am unable to stop this once it has already begun.”

“But you made it possible Albus! You intentionally allowed him to stay here knowing that I may be his intended. Now we are faced with this. The boy is barely turned sixteen!”

“He is of age, Severus,” Dumbledore was still soft in tone.

“He had not been told what to expect, Albus! I assure you he would have decidedly kept far away if he had known,” Severus was absolutely foaming at the mouth when Harry rounded the corner. He had heard about enough. Not quite understanding what was being said, he only knew that he was being both talked about and for—both of which he would not allow.

“Harry,” Dumbledore’s surprised voice, an off moment for sure.

Severus turned towards Harry, his face falling and his tightly fisted hands unclenching at the sight of him. Harry knew his face was red with anger, especially since the heated feeling spread well past his cheeks to his ears.

“What are you two talking about,” he bit out his temper getting the better of him. Severus watched him with eyes positively overwhelmed with emotion—nothing of which Harry was able to read.

“Sit down, my boy.”

Though he felt no inclination towards sitting, he did upon the request any way and settled into the arm chair proffered by the Headmaster.

“What’s going on,” Harry said again, his question hanging in the dense atmosphere adding weight. He heard Severus storm from the room, their door violently shut and sounding down the hall and felt a lump in his throat form as the Headmaster regarded him with a small smile.

“How are you feeling?” Dumbledore asked as he settled down into the opposing arm chair and summoned a tray with tea and cookies. Harry did not leave the man’s eyes and refused to be won over with tea and treats. He was not a child as Severus often wanted to believe.

“Please sir,” Harry implored the man. “Just explain what I just walked in on.”

“It would seem that from my understanding and conversations with Mister Whizwald that you have come into heat, Harry.”

“I don’t understand,” he finally sunk back into the chair, the movement relieving his tight muscles.

“From what Mister Whizwald explained, when an Incumutis finds its mate, which in your case is Severus, it sets out to procreate,” Dumbledore explained gently as Harry’s face slowly began to pale with each passing word. “First, the desires double and then, neither can turn away the urge to couple. Unfortunately, since there has not been a way to either stop the urges or keep the creature within at bay long enough to stop it from going into heat, there is not much to be done. I had hoped that the potion in which Severus had created would put a stop your going into heat as well, but as it seems not much can, and there is little I can do. To deny you your mate would inevitably cause madness and even result in violent behavior.”

“How do you know all this? How does Whizwald know all this?” Momentarily disregarding the fact that he basically was told he was intending to get himself pregnant—something he would have never thought possible being male and all—he beckoned to know how this Whizwald person knew about all these things. Weren’t Incumutis supposed to be a myth initially and if not, did this Whizwald guy know more of them?

“His circumstances were similar and he has already had one child,” Dumbledore said slowly. He watched as Harry’s face dropped and the reality settled in. It was a moment that lasted nearly ten minutes as Harry’s mind went amuck with new information—violently threatening to make him lose consciousness. As if seeing the possibility, the Headmaster rose from his chair and walked over to Harry, placing a kind hand to his shoulder.

“Do not worry,” the man said softly though the words barely penetrated. “I have a plan in which to handle this. Trust that I will keep you, Severus, and the child to be safe.”

“Wh-what should I do about school sir?”

“Let me handle the small details, Harry,” Dumbledore said patting his shoulder gently. “I think you have enough to think about. I will postpone the bonding.”

The hand was about to leave his shoulder when Harry absently grabbed it, “Don’t.”

“Do not what, Harry?”

“Don’t postpone it,” Harry said swallowing. “If we do, I will be even more worried. Unless—“

His voice cracked as he looked towards the door that Severus had early left through. He swallowed again, his eyes hot and prickling with unshed tears. “Unless he doesn’t want me anymore.”

“Harry,” the man said looking defeated with sadness.

“He doesn’t, does he?” Harry pulled his hand away and bit at his lower lip, drawing blood. “That’s what he was on about. He doesn’t want me now since I might be…”

He trailed off; his mind was not yet ready to give into the idea of pregnancy. He shook his head and wiped away the tears that had almost spilled.

“Severus was angrier with me, Harry,” Dumbledore reassured. “He feels as though I did you both a disservice by allowing you to be together.”

“Yeah,” Harry said biting back a sob.

“It was inevitable,” Dumbledore said looking at him sorrowfully. “I chose to allow it outside of school as I felt it would prove a better situation for you two to get to know one another thus allowing you to make the ultimate decision before the urgings of the Incumutis inflicted your judgment.”

Harry understood fully what the man was saying and had meant by allowing them to see each other before all the madness the creature created in him. While he was still enraged that Dumbledore had kept him well in the dark, he also knew that the man had meant well by doing so. It took him a few moments to nod his head and smile. Sadness was coursing through him, but he refused to let it get the better of him.

“I understand, sir.”

“Good,” Dumbledore finally concluded. “Seeing as how the hour is late, I will postpone the bonding to tomorrow. You and Severus need to be permitted a time to talk.”

Harry nodded again as the Headmaster made his way to the fireplace once more, his hand giving Harry’s shoulder another reassuring squeeze on the way out. Though the talk and explanation was brief, Harry felt he understood the last few weeks better than before. It, however, did not make it any less confusing or frustrating.

*

After an hour of musing to himself, mostly battling his internal urge to close himself off to a room and never surface again, he finally made his way to their room. He was set on understanding what the man truly meant by getting angry. It was understandable though. It was a volcano of information to be given in such a short period of time. The last few weeks felt like years, they wore Harry down to the point of depression. He would not allow it to, however. If he survived losing his parents, being the savior of the wizarding world (whether he wanted to be or not), and his relatives abuse, he could certainly push through this.

His hand hesitated at the door, and he resolved to knock first. The door was pulled open violently and Severus stood, his eyes watching Harry as if he expected him to attack or worse. When nothing happened, the man moved to allow Harry to enter.

“I’m…sorry,” Harry finally said as his throat threatened to give way to another sob. Seeing the man beside himself with emotion was harder on Harry then anything had been all day. “If it weren’t for me…”

“Do not,” Severus said, violently taking hold of Harry’s shoulders and turning him so that he faced him whether he wanted to or not. “—apologize. This is not your fault in the least. If anyone should, it should be me, Harry. I should have refused this much vehemently in the beginning.”

“But,” Harry started but was quickly interrupted.

“You are confused by all that has occurred and certainly that is warranted. The Headmaster was wrong to put us in this situation, but what has been done cannot be undone. I will spend the rest of my life atoning for it.”

Harry shook his head violently and wrapped his arms around the man before drawing up on his toes to kiss the man’s lips. Gently at first before the kiss flowed into passion where tongues mingled together and mouths moved in rough, steady strokes against each other. Harry pulled away with a gasp of air and licked his lips, still tasting the man.

“Please don’t tell me this is a mistake,” he said quietly. “I don’t know how I feel about everything, but I do know I don’t want to be anywhere but here with you. So please don’t chalk up all this to some sort of predestined mistake between us.”

They breathed heavily and for moments before Severus’ hands came around his waist and pulled him into a tight, secure embrace. It conveyed what the man felt tenfold and quieted Harry’s stammering thoughts. All he knew was that the man felt just as strongly as he did.

“I do not know how to begin to reassure you,” Severus whispered close to his ear. “What could I possibly say to disclose my intention on keeping you safe from harm even if that includes being away from you?”

“Then don’t be away,” Harry said just as softly. “You being away from me would hurt me.”

They embraced for moments longer before pulling away and Severus once more gazed at him, but now his face was softened with whispered promises. Though it entirely un-Snape like, the man leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry’s gaped lips.

“My vow to you, Harry Potter, is that not a day will I be from you and regardless if my death is the consequence, I will protect everything that is you.” Though it was sweet and heartfelt, Harry felt the slow inkling of laughter bubble and he gave way to a smile, then to his laughter. He found the moment gather them both into a fit of amusement as they crossed the room towards the bed.

“I will have you know, Mister Potter, that I will never utter such ludicrous words again, so consider that a moment of rarity.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d be able to keep a straight face the next time you said anything like that again,” Harry laughed and the other regarded him with a sneer but with no conviction.

“I dread the next circumstance in which I might be compelled to,” Severus said disdainfully. Harry laughed in reply and settled underneath the covers. Though he had only just woken, he felt the sleepiness begin to creep over him like an insect, causing his muscles to tremble.

“So how much does the Headmaster know?” Harry asked idly running his fingers over the shirt covering the man’s chest.

“I fear I do not myself know the capacity to which the Headmaster has been privy to,” a hand stalled his exploring fingers, clasping them and drawing them into a hold. The gesture was intimate and left Harry eager for more of the man’s tenderness. Then his thoughts strayed.

“Oh Merlin,” he huffed and threw his head back into the pillow. “I have to tell Ron and Hermione. Rather, I have to tell them and then force them to watch us bond. Ron will be furious!”

“What about your dogfather? I assumed you would dread his reaction the most,” Severus said with a slight smile gracing his face. “That mutt will be sick once he hears of just who your backside has been laid claim to.”

“Don’t you dare,” Harry warned. “I refuse to let you disclose anything that you so readily said to Lucius the other day.”

Fingers tightened around his hand, “Don’t say his name so naturally.”

“What,” Harry said looking over and daring to tease the man. “Lucius?”

The man was over him in seconds, the older wizard’s body pressed hard against his. “Impertinent whelp.”

“Planning to punish me?” Harry smirked underneath burning eyes a lit with jealousy. The man was entirely too easy to make jealous, and Harry found he quite liked ruffling the man’s feathers.

“You would be too pleased if I did,” Severus said coolly, removing himself to once more lie beside Harry. “Must not give the child exactly what it wants.”

“Who says I want you,” Harry smiled as he once more dared the man’s temper. His mind also repeating giving the child what it wants. “Lucius was eager to—“

He was roughly pushed down into the bed, his mouth covered by a hot and demanding mouth, dominating him to dizziness. He moaned into that mouth as a tongue plunged in and solicited even more cries. His robe was pulled apart, exposing him as nimble hands made quick work of his overly sensitive body.

“Indefinitely trying my patience, Potter,” Severus said as he bit almost violently at his earlobe. Harry quaked beneath the ferocity the man exhibited. It would be difficult to pick apart which of them was more animalistic during times such as these. Harry once more cried out as fingers, slick with lubricant, penetrated him. They coaxed his sensitive spot, almost bringing him to orgasm, but then shied away and left him panting and frustrated.

“Punishment for children that taunt their elders is not so forgiving,” Severus said roughly as he pressed a small kiss to his neck.

He could feel his body surge with the senses of his inner creature, beckoning him to give way to his carnal side. He growled and within a moment, was on top of the man, running fingers down the man’s chest and then up underneath the older wizard’s shirt. Severus hissed under the touch, his hands resting on Harry’s hips and pulling on them briefly. Harry pressed his eager mouth to the man’s rippling, taut abdomen. He nibbled the flesh before traveling downward, pulling the man’s trousers open and exposing the strained erection underneath a thin layer of cloth. He sucked it with an open mouth over the cloth, rousing a groan from his older counterpart. Hands found their way into his hair, drawing him forward. Harry pulled the waistband and swallowed the head, soft and silky, into his mouth. He drew the waistband further downwards as his mouth took more of the hardness into it.

Severus once more growled, his hips shifting and pushing into his mouth. Harry swallowed around the length and felt it strain and throb within him. Pulling up, his eyes captured the man’s in a heated gaze. Harry ran his tongue over the head, his eyes never leaving the man’s which were blackened with lust. He could feel satisfaction run through him as the man’s hands tightened and soon he was swallowing hot, thick fluid. Harry was pulled and pressed on his hands and knees to the bed, his backside slightly higher than his shoulders. He felt a mouth lick the line of his spine starting at his neck all the way downwards until two chaste kisses settled on his cheeks. He whimpered as hands pulled them apart and exposed him, his inner creature reveling in the prospect. He could feel the tight winding of his stomach as the man kept his pucker exposed but did nothing other than inspect it.

Frustrated, Harry wriggled his hips wantonly and received a small squeeze to his right cheek. He groaned as the man’s mouth finally found his entrance, teasing it with a kiss. Then a hot tongue circled it, tasting it, and drawing out another mumbled groan from Harry.

“This part of you is so compliant,” the man whispered, and Harry jerked forward as the tongue penetrated him. Then he was pressing backwards as the man’s hand squeezed further and his tongue continued to tease him.

“Need you,” Harry said breathless. “—inside. Please Sev.”

He felt the tongue draw away and then the man’s hard arousal press insistently to the abused pucker and soon he was fully sheathed into a whimpering, moaning Harry.

“Sev,” Harry whimpered and it was all that Severus needed to spur on his thrusting. The tight heat was welcoming as it gave way to each push. Harry was clawing at the bed sheets and then the headboard, trying to stabilize his crumpling world. He felt the creature inside spur on the need, driving his hips back to meet every thrust. When he felt the man become tense behind him, Harry reached out his hands behind him and grabbed the man’s hips to keep him inside as he came. A hand came round and tugged his aroused flesh until completion. He writhed beneath his bliss, giving way to an unnaturally animalistic sound.

He collapsed, his body shaking and his consciousness fading. He let out a sigh as he once more slipped into unconsciousness.

End Note: Not as long a chapter, but wanted to get this one out before the next chapter which will be much longer and be filled to the eyeballs with plot! Look forward to it!
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