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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: Thanks for all the reviews! I just added an additional story called “The Attraction of Opposition” which is a Draco/Harry pairing as well as a one shot called “For the Sake of Research” a Severus/Harry pairing :)

Holycrap—To answer your question, as it will go on to explain later on, Harry is a magical creature thus his pregnancy was a “magically” created one and so…contraceptives are ineffective :( Lucky for us I guess, but read on!

Leeb—Give old Dumbles a smack! I will go on to explain his actions a bit later in the story. Right now, Harry and Severus are banding together over how to handle everything. Just FYI, an Incumutis pregnancy is very unlike a wizard/human one so it will be explained later on when Harry meets the OC!

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Chapter Thirteen

Upon return to Hogwarts, there was not much in light of what to expect from Harry’s increasing sexual appetite. Dumbledore had stayed rather mute about the subject aside from the first given bits of information, furthering their suspicions of their ever meddlesome headmaster. Harry had sent owl two days beforehand to alert Ron and Hermione of the bonding to take place on school grounds and apologize for not explaining more in depth until they arrived.

He followed, rather awkwardly through the portrait along the corridor to the dungeons into Severus’ personal school quarters. The rooms were rather bare aside from the precariously over encumbered book shelves that seemed to line each wall. How many books did one wizard need? Was Severus rivaling the library with his quantity, Harry thought lightly as he followed the man to settle his things into the bedroom.

“The lavatory is just through that door,” Severus said idly before turning to Harry who had been silent through the entirety of their trip. “These rooms are yours as well, Harry.”

It was as if the man was searching for words to comfort him though the last few days it was a feat indeed to comfort the boy who had his world turned and twisted, coiled and thrown to no ends upon the surmountable information and reality shoved into him. Harry felt sick with all that had transpired. Being at Hogwarts seemed to ground him slightly, but not enough to make him feel any better.

“Yes, sir.”

“Severus,” the man said coolly. “At least while we are in private. Our bonding is to take place this evening.”

Their bonding had been postponed due to the Headmaster being called away, so Harry was once more eager to get it over with. He had spent the last few days in his head, and in their bed, on his back. He would find himself laughable if he didn’t feel that much more pathetic.

“Severus,” Harry said lowly. “What if…”

“Madam Pomfrey has agreed to see you through the pregnancy if that is the result,” Severus said evenly, but a slight comfort swelled in Harry’s chest. “She understands that this is an entirely different circumstance to other pregnancies and will seek to advise you upon her understanding of it. The Headmaster has agreed to gather information from Mister Whizwald on this particular subject.”

Harry breathed out, not wanting to mention the man that sent Severus into a rage, but too curious not to ask. “What about Lucius? Draco Malfoy is going to be on the grounds and surely…”

“I will deal with Draco Malfoy,” Severus said gravely. “He has been known to show himself in my quarters abidingly and thus would prove quite an obstacle if not dealt with immediately.”

Harry felt a twisting in his stomach upon the statement. Why Draco Malfoy was so often in the man’s quarters, he knew not. He watched the man through fury enraged eyes which were not missed by his ever observant potion’s professor and mate.

“Control your emotions,” Severus warned. “Draco spends his time here because he is my godson and thus has an attachment to me. I would never lay my hands on that child.”

Harry breathed, but barely through his rage. His eyes began to tunnel and within seconds, Severus was standing in front of him, hands on his shoulders and eyes boring into his. “Breathe Harry.”

“I am,” he bit out.

“Focus and calm yourself otherwise you will transform.”

It had happened the day before when thoughts of being in the dark on all subjects pertaining to him bubbled up and festered beneath his skin. He had grown angry, his energy knocking down several furniture items in the vicinity and cracking through stone walls. Severus had to pin him to the wall, ravage him, and calm his anger before the magic settled into a dull quake. However, he had fully transformed, growing rather long fangs in the process as well as horns. Once Severus had owled the headmaster, it was expressed to him that he was starting to grow in his creature’s magic, thus new features of his true embodiment were beginning to surface during extreme emotional states.

Harry let out a startled gasp as Severus kissed him, dominating the creature into submission and bringing out another desire. He sighed into the mouth over his, clinging to the man who was holding him as if he would fall from the earth if not held tightly enough. Cooing at the man, he was embraced, Severus’ head upon his own.

“I cannot think of what may happen if I were not there to seize you in this state,” Severus said whispering. “How many children…adults we would have to Obliviate in order to keep your secret.”

Harry breathed deeply, urging his emotions to calm and slowly forgetting his anger. For minutes, they embraced, Severus’ fingers lacing through his hair and calming him into slow, steady breathing. When he had calmed enough, he pulled away and nodded his head.

“I am going to try very hard not to let it happen,” Harry said determination in his eyes.

“See that you do,” the man’s curt reply would normally seem distant, but Harry understood better that the man was often not true to his words. And that most times, they meant a great deal more than first perceived.

“Shall we have lunch?”

“Yes, I’m starving.”

*

“The entire truth, Harry, if you would please.”

Hermione and Ron sat opposite of him, having arrived only a half an hour before, expecting the full extension of his explanation. After a few days, he had decided to tell them the full truth, since Severus agreed it would be important to have them within the loop in case his emotions became uncontrollable.

Sighing, Harry told the two, in very excruciatingly painful detail of all that he had learnt the past few weeks. He watched their faces turn and jostle at the information, but they listened diligently, allowing Harry to finish his tale before bombarding him with questions. Severus stood in the background, keeping his face impassive to the storytelling.

“So what do you know other than that?” Hermione said evenly. She did her best, Harry noted, to seem unaffected by the information.

“Not much,” Harry said honestly. “We are kind of learning as we go.”

“Blimey,” Ron said, but a quick look from Severus caused him to visibly blush and say nothing more.

“Well you have our full support,” Hermione said after a few moments pause. “We will do everything within our power to help, professor.”

She watched the man, her maturity shining through in times such as these in which was notated with respect from said professor watching over the conversation. Harry felt the twinge of relief upon her statement. He had expected a rather different response, but was glad that it was different.

“You two are of very few that know about my condition,” Harry emphasized. “I won’t be telling Sirius but we will be talking with Remus since he has extensive creature knowledge and may be able to help in case there are similarities.”

Hermione nodded her head in understanding, but Ron to her side was still staring as if he had just been blinded by a great deal of light and was still trying to effectively see. His eyes blinked rapidly in Harry’s direction and his mouth was gaping slightly.

“Well,” Hermione said gathering that there was no more to be said. “I trust that you and Professor Snape have to ready for this evening, so we’ll meet with you later in Dumbledore’s office.”

Harry smiled, feeling infinitely less on his shoulders with his two best friends by his sides. He was given a warm hug, peck to his cheek by Hermione and a pat, rather hard, to his back from Ron before the two left. Severus let out a deep sigh from behind him, and Harry could not help but smile at it.

“Glad to be alone?”

“I was worried they intended to stay here until the bonding,” Severus revealed. “Miss Granger proves additional apt to social situations than I previously hoped.”

“Complimenting a Gryffindor? What has become of our dear aggravated potion’s professor?” Harry laughed and took a seat on the couch, Severus coming to settle down next to him.

“I fear you have begun to inflict your repulsive habits on me,” the man said though no hint of malice in his words. Harry smiled and curled into the man’s embrace, feeling the slow heat of need bubbling in his belly. Turning, he pressed a small kiss to the man’s neck and then lapped at the skin, causing a small shudder to take place in his rather impassive professor.

“Should I be surprised?” the man teased as Harry’s hands began to unbutton the man’s dress shirt. He snuck into the man’s lap, settling his growing erection against the man’s, hissing his pleasure as his nimble fingers continued their quest.

“Better now than later,” Harry said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t want to see their faces if I begin to hump all over you like a wild animal in heat directly during or after the bonding.”

“A rather convincing point, Mister Potter.”

“Harry,” he whispered into the man’s ear, licking the shell and receiving a rather low growl from his professor in reply. Hands grasped his hips, pulling him closer. He rolled them in response drawing another groan from Severus. He pressed his fingers to the warm flesh of his mate’s torso, tracing defined muscle and committing it to memory.

The massive amount of power ran beneath his skin, electrifying his touch and making his professor pant with need. He quite enjoyed the way Severus became undone by his mere touch. He pressed his body closer, moving his hips back and forth against the man and moaning his excitement. The fingers on his hips seemed to tighten as if the man was trying to hold himself back.

“It’s okay Severus,” he sucked a bit of flesh underneath the man’s ear. “You can take me.”

They practically never stopped some type of sexual interaction. He wondered how the man was able to keep up with his insatiable appetite but figured it one of the great results of his creature’s powers. It was as if the creature would share with his mate, giving as much as it often received.

He was picked up violently and walked briskly into the room before he was thrown down. Severus slid his shirt from his shoulders before divesting himself of trousers and shoes. Harry was spelled naked, however. It seemed the man had little patience with wanting to strip him of his clothes today. He was pushed onto his front; his arse cheeks were spread open to the man, and then he was deeply penetrated all in what seemed to be seconds from each other. Harry cried out as his body shivered in relief to the sensations running the length of him. He curled his hands in the sheets and felt his body pulsate with magic, electrifying each thrust into him and sending him into a white haze of ecstasy.

“Oh Merlin Severus!”

“Such a slave to your desires,” the man growled. “So tight and ready for me.”

Harry pressed his face to the bed, groaning deeply as the older wizard thrust violently into him, sending him forward with each penetration. His head snuck between, stroking his hard flesh before a smack to his arse cheek sent him reeling back. He lost his breath for a moment before returning to his heavy panting. Soon though, he was unable to hold back and succumbed to his pleasure, spilling his seed onto the sheets below them.

He clenched around Severus, causing the man to thrust harder still, face pressed to shoulder blades and then he was bitten while the man came, pulsating within his tight canal. He groaned once more, it came from deep within his belly and something inside him surged unlike anything he had yet felt. Harry pulled away, his body shaking violently. A series of flashes of bright electric light pulsated around him. Severus was obviously caught by surprise as he watched through wide obsidian eyes the boy beneath him glowing like a great black and gold fire.

“Wha—“

“Merlin,” his mate said from above him as he arched backwards expending another series of flashing lights. His body twisted and convulsed until just as quickly, he settled down and was thrown into a world of dark.

*

“He is with child,” a voice said from the haze of darkness. “It was a similar situation for me once the magic within combined.”

“How long?”

“Unlike other pregnancies, an Incumutis has only but a few months before they give birth,” the voice unlike any he had heard before said.

“You must prepare,” the voice continued. “He will be even less in control of his inner creature during these coming months and his powers will be exponentially increased to the point of becoming a danger. They must be bonded immediately. The creature will react to no one other than its mate’s touch. Bonding will allow Severus to in tune to Harry when he becomes threatened.”

“Why were we not told of this beforehand Headmaster?” Severus’ rather furious voice came from his haze.

“Calm down my boy,” Dumbledore said evenly.

“I will not,” Severus spat. “I put up with this charade long enough, Albus. I deserve forthright answers.”

“Very well,” the older man said. “It was my hope that we could plan an attack of sorts during this time. Harry’s magic is incredibly powerful in this state. He would be undefeatable and thus could prove quite the foe to Lord Voldemort.”

“Are you absolutely mad?!” Severus did not contain his rage.

“Yes,” the other voice said that Harry did not recognize. “You play with fire Albus. Respectfully, you have what could be relatable to an unstable bomb of sorts in Harry. His powers are not within his control in this state and thus not containable. If anything, you put yourself at greater risk with him in this state.”

“I see,” voiced a slightly defeated Dumbledore. “Then there is no way to harness these powers?”

“Not from my knowledge,” the voice said smoothly. “I quite think it better you take Harry out of the area entirely.”

“That will not be possible,” Dumbledore said evenly. “Thank you for your visit Mister Whizwald, but I do believe I have much to discuss with both Severus and Harry I am afraid.”

“Of course,” the man’s voice was unaffected. “I shall return in a month’s time. If you should need me beforehand, please contact me.”

Harry heard the man’s footsteps recede and then the slight scuff of a chair beside his bed. Yet he was still unable to open his eyes, despite hearing clearly.

“Albus,” Severus said sounding rather annoyed. A hand clasped his hand, interlacing their fingers, and holding it as if the act itself was an embrace.

“This was not my intention Severus,” the headmaster sounded defeated. “I simply thought he would be controllable. I never imagined the repercussions.”

“How could you do this to Harry?” Severus’ voice was demanding.

“Severus—“

“The boy trusted you,” Severus sounded as if he was on the verge of another outburst and Harry attempted to squeeze his hand in response. The hand clasping his brought it to thin lips, pressing a kiss.

“Harry,” the soft voice was unlike he had ever heard from Severus. He breathed deeply, his eyes finally yielding and drawing open. He was still unable to see clearly, but he vaguely made out Dumbledore standing at the foot of the bed and Severus next to the bedside with a conjured seat. It seemed he was still in the man’s personal quarters.

“What happened?” he rasped, his throat unbearably dry. Severus put a glass to his lips and he swallowed the cool liquid, allowing it to moisten his throat. He blinked a few times as his vision became a bit clearer.

“It would seem that you went unconscious,” Dumbledore’s voice answered. He looked over to the man, his eyes drawing into slits trying to focus on the man.

“Because,” Harry swallowed around the words. “I’m with child.”

“Yes,” Severus said beside him. “I assume you heard the conversation then?”

“Yeah,” Harry said shortly. Dumbledore looked at him through saddened eyes. It was the first time he had seen the man in such a state. The man looked as if in great shame, as he probably should have. He took his manipulations too far and now as a result, put all their lives at risk. He glared at the man, for the first time feeling his anger over the situation take hold. His hand was squeezed tightly.

“Calm down,” Severus’ voice said violently as a swirl around them caused several items to fly from their shelves and places on tabletops.

“That power,” Dumbledore said in great awe. “It is much like Mister Whizwald expressed it would be.”

“Headmaster,” Severus said quickly. “We need to calm him down.”

Harry could feel a sweltering magic surround him, his body, as if encasing him in a protective layer. He heard the cracking of wood, glass, and stone around him as the anger pooled through his senses, tunneling his vision and making his mouth dry once more. He heard a call from beyond.

“Bond them!” the voice from before yelled. “He needs to be bonded, Albus!”

The swirling intoxication set him aflame, his body giving into the creature’s anger, power, and overall being. He heard words being called out, through the overwhelming noise about him. High pitched noise entered his senses as the hand on his squeezed again, trying to pull him away from the magic coursing through him like a great blaze. Electric waves of it surged to the tips of toes and fingertips. He heard his name, being called over and over, before he felt a pull take him into himself.

A large charge and light filled the room, his senses returning as he fell to the bed and cried out. Severus was over him, his body holding him to the mattress. He breathed erratically, unable to quite understand what had just occurred. Looking about, the room was in shambles in which Dumbledore quickly corrected. The man looked greatly aged as he came to the bedside, followed closely by a man with long raven black hair, soft features much like you would see on a woman and ocean blue eyes that glowed.

Severus pulled away slightly as Harry sat up slightly, and the man who he did not recognize came to the bedside, his face drawn tightly.

“Are you okay, Harry?”

“Who?”

“I’m Tretan Whizwald. It’s a great pleasure Harry Potter,” the man said with a smile. “I realize the circumstances not ideal for our first meeting. However, once you settle, I think an explanation is in order.”

“Indeed,” Severus scoffed, pulling Harry up with him and allowing him to get his bearings. “It seems to have been made apparent just what our dear headmaster has meddled into.”

“Yes,” Dumbledore said settling next to Harry. “I believe an apology is in order.”

Harry watched the man, but nodded. He was still angry, but he felt like it was controlled, probably by Severus who still held tightly to his hand.

“First,” Whizwald said. “I think we should straighten some details out.”

“Please,” Harry said watching the man wanting to know all that he could.

“Harry, you are with child and thus your powers are capable of becoming dangerous in times of extreme emotion,” Whizwald said sadly. “Severus thankfully is a powerful wizard and able to hold them at bay, but not for long without costing a great deal to himself. I will teach you how to control your emotions to an extent, but it seems that you have a great deal more power than I. You will need to meet with another in order to receive accurate training.”

“Who?”

“Until recently, our tightly knit group was unknown to the outside world, but upon hearing of your discovery, the council has begun to seek out those of partial heritage and now that we have discovered your existence, it’s imperative that you be brought to the council.”

“He will certainly not,” Severus said seething. “His place is here.”

“As it should be,” the man said putting his hands up in a sign of surrender. “He simply needs to be received by the council in order to begin his training as well as their protection. Believe me, you want their protection.”

Severus scoffed but said nothing. Dumbledore looked at Harry with a weak smile.

“Until my recent correspondences with Mister Whizwald, I too was unaware of this council. It seems that they are not known to our world and unless you are of this heritage, you are not allowed into their secrets unless a bonded mate.” Dumbledore looked to Severus, who had been unable to keep the surprise from his face.

“Yes,” Whizwald said softly. “Severus will be with you at all times and would have not been accepted unless you two were bonded. However, in your current state, bonding was imperative any way.”

Harry felt another weight added to his already heavy burden. Sighing, he merely nodded and sunk back into the bed, Severus settling next to him to run fingers through his hair.

“It is a great deal to comprehend,” Whizwald said knowingly. “I too was unable to handle the great flood of emotions soon after my discovery and meeting with the council, but it does become manageable.”

Harry smiled, “It feels like since I was born, it was one after another.”

Whizwald nodded sympathetically. “I quite understand. Well I must be off, but I will visit soon Harry. It seems you will need to be carefully watched over. You are a great deal more powerful than I had expected, and I fear that you may need my assistance.”

Dumbledore nodded a curt thank you before the other wizard was gone. He turned to Harry and smiled.

“I truly underestimated your heritage, I am afraid.”

“I know sir.”

“The bonding had to be done in haste, but if you are quite able, we should still hold a ceremony with your witnesses.”

“Forgive me sir,” Harry said bitterly. “But I feel like I am not up to having company right now.”

Dumbledore smiled and nodded. “I understand, my boy. I shall leave you two then. Shall I send for Mister Weasley and Miss Granger later?”

“Yes please,” Harry said having wanted to have his friends there after all he had just went through. If not Severus, those two were always available to him, and he found he needed them especially after what he was faced with.

He turned to Severus, forgetting himself for a moment, “Are you okay?”

Severus looked at him as if he had asked a question that stunned him silent. “Perfectly.”

“I doubt that,” Harry said absently running a hand over his own stomach. Severus covered the hand on his stomach, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“Do not for one moment believe this all you,” he said caressing Harry’s hand. “I am as much in this as you, Harry.”

“I just,” Harry said biting back the sobs aching in his throat. “I just wanted to be a normal teen with a normal life.”

“That is inconsequential I am afraid,” Severus said turning Harry towards him. His hand came up and traced the line of his jaw and then wiped away a stray tear. “However, I will never leave you and though I realize I am not worthy, I will protect you with my life.”

Harry smiled, “Didn’t you say you would never say anything like that again.”

Severus smirked, pressing a kiss to both eye lids, then to Harry’s slightly gaping mouth.

“I find myself becoming quite unlike myself these days,” Severus said softly. “Saying and doing things quite unlike the old pessimistic man I was. But do not fear, come the new year I will be back to terrorizing the students of Hogwarts.”

Harry laughed heartily and pressed his face into the man’s chest, finding the words not enough, but something he could say in the moment his heart swelled and felt as if it would burst into pieces.

“I love you,” he said softly. A tight squeeze and then a nose in his hair was his response.

“And I love you, more than I could have imagined,” Severus whispered into his locks. “So much it strikes fear in me greater than any other fear I have ever known.”

“Thank you,” Harry sobbed as the man held him tight still, allowing him to find something that he never once had—true, unconditional love.

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End note: Yes! It was super fluffy and sooooo very warm and fuzzy, but honestly, a great big WOOT to Snape!

Snape: …I take back my previous statement. My fear of this making its way to my students is infinitely more than my love of Harry.

Harry: What? Can’t face them when they know you’re just a big roll of fluff covered in a bat exterior?

Brianna: Sevvy is so fluffy….and cream filled.

Snape: If you dare to post this, I will poison your morning coffee.

Brianna: You don’t scare me you big teddy bear.

Harry: *chuckling in the background*

Snape: Do not demean me woman!

Brianna: Watch what you say Snapy, I could easily make you wear bunny ears in the next chapter and hump Harry like one.

Snape: You would not dare.

Harry: *intrigued*
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