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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30487 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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Severus was...shocked, to say the least. His morning began normally; he rose, took a shower, and made his way to the dining hall for breakfast. But upon entering, he found a frantic Draco.

"Sev', have you seen Harry? He wasn't in his room and I can't find him anywhere." Draco's hair was in complete disarray and his eyes held a panicked gleam to them.

"The last time I say the boy was last night, in the library. Perhaps he has fallen asleep reading a book?" Severus raised an eyebrow. He did not think the boy had fallen asleep reading a book, though he also never thought the boy capable of gong into a library with no help. Draco looked hopeful and ran off for the library, a hurried 'thank you' called over his shoulder.

Severus pursed his lips and continued on his way to make his morning tea. He did not allow the house elves to do it because they always managed to mess it up. Satisfied with his brew, Severus went to sit down but paused, suddenly compelled to follow Draco into the library.

Gilding gracefully into the library, he took note of the boy being nearly crushed by Draco, who was saying something as Severus entered.

"That was inevitable! What would you have done, Draco? You would've been a kid too! And I swear to Merlin, Draco, if you say you would've told Lucius, I will gut you!" The boy burst out in response to whatever Draco had said, pulling away from the older Malfoy and allowing his veela to come through. He assumed a fighting position at Draco, who had gone stiff and glared right back.

The boy growled, tensing to attack and Severus stepped in. "Boy, I suggest you get a hold on yourself. Draco was only concerned about your health. Considering who you are, trouble seems to follow you." He drawled out, sipping his tea.

Harry straightened his stance and turned his glare on Severus. "I don't care! He has no right!"

Severus felt his irritation grow and he snapped at the boy. "Take into consideration how Draco must feel, idiot boy! He came into his inheritance during the war. Even if he couldn't feel it, his veela could tell that you were his brother. That war was nearly a year, Harry. Imagine the pain Draco must have been in. Worried about you and not even knowing why." He pinned Harry with a dark stare, unaware of his name slip up. "I'm sure you have always wondered why he never told the truth when you and your friends were caught and taken to this Manor? He could not do so; his veela wanted him to kill those who did that to you. He wanted to take you and run away, but he knew he could not."

The boy looked shocked, his gaze switching between Severus and Draco, who had turned his face away. The boy's face grew sad and he rushed at Draco, his arms wrapping around Draco.

Draco returned his embrace, bending down to rest his head on the boy's shoulder and Severus looked on, satisfied. He sipped his tea. It was hard, that year, watching Draco trying to figure out what was wrong with him. His godson came to him at night more than once, his face covered in tears and twisted in confusion. He could feel the boy's fear and pain, but didn't know who it was or how to help. Now, Draco wanted to lock the boy up and throw away the key. But they both knew they couldn't do that, now more so after finding out parts of the boy's past.

"I see you have realized your wrongdoing. I also have realized mine." The boy let go of Draco to look at Severus, who had unknowingly let his voice go soft and gentle. "I should not have been so harsh with you. You did not know how bad it was for Draco and it was in your power to push him away if you so chose to."

The boy only shook his head and walked over to Severus, laying a hand on his arm. Heat ran up his arm and Severus stiffened. He never felt such a thing before whenever the boy touched him previously, though it rarely happened. The boy began speaking and Severus had a hard time focusing on him instead of the heat.

"I-No. You were fine. Thank you for making me realize. It's just...my whole life, I've been independent. At the Dursley's, I had to learn how to survive taking their mistreatment. When I came to Hogwarts, everyone depended on me to defeat Voldemort. I had no one to depend on. Only in my first year, Ronald and 'Mione helped me get through the tests, but that was it. No one was there when I fought Quirrell, not when I fought the Basillisk, not when the Dementors kept attacking me and I almost got expelled, not ever. I-I guess I just got used to being alone when in danger. And so now that I have you and Draco to be there for me...I'm not used to it." He hung his head, his last word so faint, Severus almost did not hear them.

Severus...did not know what to say. He always believed the boy made up those stories to increase his fame. Now, hearing the boy's anguished filled voice speak about how alone he actually was, how truthful those stories-well, some parts of them-actually were.

He looked down as the boy let go of his arm and hunched into himself, cheeks slight pink. Severus felt empty and cold as the heat disappeared from his arm. Unconsciously, his hand snapped out, wrapping around the boy's thin wrist and held him still. The boy looked up, startled, straight into Severus' eyes.

Brilliant silvery-green filled Severus' vision completely and he was instantly mesmerized. The boy was equally entranced and they stared into each others eyes for a moment, until the boy leaned slightly into Severus. The movement startled them both and they looked away from each other.

What is this? I have felt different towards Harry since I broke the curse. I must speak to him about this. "Bo-Harry." Severus' voice came out raspy. "I...need to speak to you for a moment."

He looked up at Draco, who was smart enough to get the message and made a swift exit; placing a comforting hand on Harry's head and shooting Severus a knowing look.

Severus shifted and Harry's head snapped to look at him. Severus, slightly amused, raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the arm chairs. "Perhaps we should take a seat."

The last Severus properly remembered, he and Harry sat down and their eyes met. After that, everything was vague for Severus. He distantly remembered trying to say something to Harry, but ended up cursing and remained quiet. Then Harry was suddenly in his lap, from what he could remember.

The magical timer infused into the room chimed and some type of haze was lifted off of Severus and he could think and see clearly. Harry was straddling him, the boy's hands in his hair, face flushed, and his lips wet, red, and bruised. Severus' own hands were wrapped around Harry's slim waist, pushing the boy's hips down into his own.

The distance between them was small and Harry's vivid green eyes were less than an inch from his own black eyes; their lips brushing ever so slightly against each other. Everything felt...right to Severus. Like Harry was right where he was supposed to be. He felt something similar the other two times he held the boy, though completely different circumstances were applied.

Severus was shocked, partly because of there position and partly because of how he felt. He thought Harry looked breathtakingly beautiful. He wanted to hold Harry, cuddle him and kiss him gently. Severus never felt such a way before, not so intensely and definitely not for Harry.

But still, Severus wanted to tighten his arms around Harry. He made as if to do so, just as the last chime resounded throughout the room, and Harry's eyes widened and he scrambled off Severus' lap, landing on the ground and staring up at him with shock widened eyes. It was then that Severus finally realized exactly what he was doing and he froze.

Severus sat there, frozen, and closed himself off from the world, thinking deeply. These feelings, where did they appear from? I never had such inclinations before the blasted ritual, why now? As far as I know, the same is for Harry. Wait...I am calling him by his given name...What is happening to me? The ritual...no, it can't be. Just because he is a veela does not mean I am his mate. The idea is preposterous...and yet, it does not seem wrong. It actually feels right. Am I...Harry's mate? Suddenly, Severus was caught up in a memory.

"Lily! Do not do this!" A young Severus stood in one of the many corridors of Hogwarts, his face red and his hands clenched into fists. He wore a Slytherin robe; it was the night after the Sorting. Lily stood a few feet from him, tear tracks on her face and her hands also clenched into fists. On her shoulders was the robe of Griffindor.

"Don't do what, Severus?! You're in Slytherin! I'm in Griffindor! I've heard the stories about Slytherin...you're one of them! How could you?!"

Severus took a few steps closer, reaching out pleadingly to Lily. "Lily, no. We've been best friends longer than that! You know who I am...You know I am not like that. Please, Lily."

Lily only shook her head at him. "No, Sev'. Even if you haven't changed yet, you will. You'll turn your back on me."

Rage filled Severus and he couldn't help the next words that came from his mouth. "And what about him. He is in Slytherin too, you know. You think he will not change? You think he will not turn his back on you?" Severus took a step back, immediately regretting his words.

Lily gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth in shock. She stared at Severus wide-eyed before anger contorted her features. Swiftly, she took the last few steps to reach Severus; her hand a fast, sharp slap against his cheek. Severus' head flew to the side and, shocked, he left it there.

Blinking slowly, he raised his hand to lightly touch his cheek, which was hot and red from Lily's hand; her hand print marking his face. She never hit him before, not matter how angry she ever became at him. Severus swallowed the lump in his throat and turned slowly back to Lily.

She stood there, tears in her eyes and her willowy from shaking. "Never, never bring him into this. He is different." She whispered.

"And I am not?" Severus whispered quietly. Lily took a step back. "You have known me longer than him, and yet you trust him more than me...Why, Lily? What about him is different? It can't be his love for you, because I know I love you more than he does. Did you never notice? I love you, Lily. Since the first day we met. I have...doted on your ever whim and desire. I did things I would never do for others. And yet...you do this to me?"

Anguish filled Severus as he watched Lily take a step back, shaking her head vigorously. Then another step. And another. Then she was running. Running away for Severus. Running away from his confession...

"Sev'...Sev'...Severus!" Severus' head snapped up; his eyes meeting silvery-grey ones. He blinked slowly, collecting his thoughts. He was still in the library, still in the chair. Draco stood in front of him; his face lined with worry and concern. Severus cleared his throat and looked away.

His gaze landed on Harry's discarded shirt and an involuntary blush pinked his cheeks. Draco followed his gaze and sighed.

"I'm guessing that is Harry's missing shirt? I didn't ask him why his shirt was missing earlier for fear of knowing why. But guessing from your reaction...I think I can figure out what happened." He pursed his lips. "But why are you sitting here like this? Harry called me and told me to come 'fix' you; he was all panicked and worried about you."

Severus sighed and relaxed into his chair, wincing slightly as his back complained about being stiff for so long. He glanced at Draco and sighed again, closing his eyes. "I need a drink."

Draco huffed and sat down in Harry's long since vacated chair. "Dinkly!" A loud, popping sound indicated the presence of a house elf. "Bring a bottle of Ogden's Best and two glasses."

"Yes, Master Draco!" The elf popped away, only to return a second later. "Ogden's Best and two glasses, sir."

"Thank you, Dinkly. You may go." The sound of clinking glasses and whiskey being poured enticed Severus to open his eyes. He glared moodily as a glass half full of the amber liquid floated over to him. He snatched the glass when it was close enough and took a large swallow.

Draco sipped his own glass, staring at Severus. "Sev'...what happened?" His voice sounded slightly reluctant.

Severus sighed and sat up, shoving a hand into his hair in frustration. "I do not know, Draco. It was very sudden. But it felt...right." He looked up Draco, his face a mixture of thoughtfulness and hesitation. "I...My conclusion is that...it may be possible that I am...Harry's mate."

Draco nodded, his face serious. "I have thought the same thing. Almost immediately after the ritual, the two of you behaved differently around one another. I wasn't sure at first, but this confirms it. Harry would not abruptly jump someone, or let himself be jumped, unless he had very strong feelings for that person."

Severus, his face slightly pale, nodded and sat back. "I thought as much. What does this mean, Draco?"

The blond shrugged. "Nothing, really. Veela can mate with many races, though they mainly mate with other veela and humans. Harry cannot hate you, per se, but he may possibly be reluctant to suddenly be in a relationship without his knowing. You know how he is."

Severus nodded. "And if he doesn't...want to be in a relationship with me...how will it effect us?" His heart wrenched at the words, but he kept his face blank.

Draco smiled at him knowingly. "Depends on how long. It starts off with ahh...sexual frustration that no one else can fully satisfy and later, you will grow moodier and very hateful. It will probably will be worse for you since you and Harry...did that, but his veela will not allow for him to be separated from you for so long."

"And what about you? Have you located your mate?"

Draco smiled sadly. "Alas, I have. I highly doubt she will be very accepting of me, not with the way I treated her during school. Fortunately, yet unfortunately, we have not made much contact and my veela is rather focused on Harry at the moment, so the effects are not quite prominent."

"She does not know?" Draco shook his head. "Will you tell her?"

"Possibly. She will also feel the effects and will question it. Soon after, she will realize she is a veela mate; she is to smart not to make the connection. I highly doubt that she will know that it is me, so I will have to tell her soon."

"Will...Harry realize that I am his mate?" Severus' heart beat was painful against his chest and he swallowed a lump in his throat. He knew how he felt about Harry and wasn't sure if he could take another rejection from one he loved. Wait...love? Do I really...love him? It cannot be so...not so quickly. Is it because he reminds me so much of Lily, with his personality? No...I-I really do feel something for him...

"He will figure it out but it would be best of we told him immediately." Draco stood, brushing invisible wrinkles from his clothes and Severus did the same, his brow scrunched and his thoughts reeling. "He should be in his room."

Severus nodded once and turned, making his way to Harry's room. He knocked lightly and waited. When there was no response, he frowned and knocked harder. Still no response.

"Hmm. Let me see." Severus shifted out of the way to let Draco at the door. The blond opened the door and stepped inside, looking around.

"Harry?" He said into the empty room, his voice only slightly panicked. He walked further into the room. "Harry?!" Severus walked in and went to the bathroom, opening the door and peeking in. It was empty. Draco called him and he turned around.

Draco was holding a sheet of parchment, his eyes moving quickly and he mouthed the words. A vein began throbbing in his temple and his hand shook and tightened, wrinkling the parchment. Severus stepped closer to him.

"What is the matter, Draco?" Draco only huffed angrily, glaring down at the paper. Severus placed a hand down on Draco's shoulder and gently used his other hand to remove the note from Draco's tight grip. He looked at Harry's familiar scrawl.

Draco,

First off, I wrote this using magic, so my magical signature is on it; I haven't been kidnapped and forced to write this letter. You can pick up my emotions from it and know that I am the one who wrote this, by my own free will.

Now, don't get angry with me but...I am currently on my way to Azkaban to see Lucius. From what you told me about how he used to be, it doesn't make any sense on how he suddenly changed after Voldemort came to power. I want to know the truth, straight from him.

This letter is charmed so that you couldn't read it till I was already at the Ministry, just to ensure that you wouldn't be able to stop me before I could get there. I want to do this, Draco, and I am sorry if this messes up our relationship because of this, but I really do need to see him.

He's...my father and I...I want to get to know him. The real him, if possible. Please don't be angry.

Love, Harry

Severus looked back up at Draco and huffed out a very un-Severus-like sigh. Draco looked up again, his anger replaced with fright. "Severus...wh-what do we do? What if Lucius tries to do something to him?"

Panic also seized Severus, but he held it back; his features schooled into a calm facade for Draco's sake. "Well, there is only one thing we can do...Go it him."
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