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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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The town was quiet. There were only a few lights on in the houses and store fronts. Anyone awake would not be on guard, let alone worried about wizards attacking. Harry took note of every person and their positions, knowing that when the deatheaters started to apparate in it would be a fast and careful battle to keep everyone alive.

‘Luna, make sure to utilize your elemental powers. They will probably try to raze this place to the ground. I need you to control the fires, try and use them to mask our attacks.’

‘no problem Harry’

‘Neville same for you. Put some obstacles in their way.”

‘will do.’

The silent communication was interrupted by the audible pops of apparition. Everyone was alert instantly, wands out and invisibility charms in place. The first fire spells started to fly immediately and chaos broke out as people started running from their homes. In the midst of running, violent green spells hit the unsuspecting muggles, falling to the ground never to breathe again. Harry quickly erected a dome around the area to trap all the deatheaters. Luna went about putting out the fires and the subsequent smoldering smoke lowered visibility. Curses of varying colors were flying blindly as Harry’s and Voldemort’s people tripped over oddly placed foliage. Harry saw the situation going south as several people were portkeyed away and the partners left could not pair up and have someone at their back.

‘Potter we’re in the shit. Collapse this fucking dome so we can see.’ Draco threw up a shield to protect their backs.

‘Luna we need some wind. Brace yourselves and find a spot to lie low until we’re clear.’

The teams and individuals started to hit the ground as threw up shields and tethering spell. Luna knew what was required and huge gusts of unnatural wind started clearing the smoke, only to make a huge volley of spells restart. Harry saw several people left out in the open without help and sent them spells and images of their surroundings to get to the nearest partner. The deatheaters began going for broke and casting crucios at the few visible warriors of the light. Harry did the only thing he thought he could do gave the command to retreat as Severus started to scream in his mind along with the writhing team members.

‘Get the fuck out of there Harry.’ Harry and better fighters covered the retreat of the injured as their portkeys were activated. Harry transport Draco and himself back to the Chamber of Secrets to assess who was hurt and who was still willing to follow him into battle after this failure.

Harry opened his eyes to see several people lying on the floor of the chamber being tended to by others. Harry quickly retrieved Severus from his rooms, the potion professor already having plenty of healing potions packed in a case. Severus quickly assessed who was injured and what needed to be done and started barking orders, while Harry leaned against a wall and stared at the scene with watery eyes. He had done this with such little planning and no real experience. He had put his friends and loyal others in danger for a fool hardy mission that he had slapped together.

“Potter! Stop your blubbering and pass out this potion to everyone with burns.” Severus thrust numerous vials at the Raven haired “hero”. “Ms. Lovegood we need some heated water, can you provide that?”

“Yes, Professor,” Luna answered with more alertness than Harry had ever seen from the flighty girl. Someone helped by conjuring a large cauldron as Luna pulled water from the surrounding chamber tunnels into the container. Luna held her hand over the swirling water and it began to boil.

“We need rags. Everyone who is able start transfiguring some of various debris into the things we need, rags, chairs, beds.” Severus turned back from helping one of the cruciatus victims drink down a nocuous nerve calming potion. “Harry?” Severus called the author of this debacle to him. Harry scurried over to the Professor. “We need Poppy. You can trust her, I know, or I will obliviate her myself.” Severus looked up into Harry’s face. “Bring her here.” It wasn’t a request from the stern man, it was an order.

Harry quickly transported himself to the infirmary and call for the medi-witch. Poppy emerged from a room near the rear of the ward dressed in her nightgown and dressing robe.

“Bring your supplies we need help. I’ve done something so wrong.”

“Mr. Potter, what is the meaning of this? Are you ill?”

“No, but I should be for what I’ve done. Just come on Madame Pomfrey.” Harry dragged the women to her office where she grabbed a medical bag, her wand already in hand. Harry quickly got them to the chamber and Poppy Pomfrey was flabbergasted. There were several people lying unconscious on cots and others were clutching minor or bleeding injuries while sitting on various types of chairs. She went straight to work, forgetting to ask any more questions.

Harry stood back and plopped to the ground pulling his legs to his chest and hiding his face in his propped up arms. He couldn’t face what he had just done. He had led students like himself barely trained into battle with seasoned killers. Merlin, what had he done!?

A hand brought the teary eyed Harry’s head up to look at Neville, Dean, and Luna.

“Harry we didn’t lose anyone.” Dean reported and ignored the watery look in the eyes of the man he followed. Neville followed with a report of his own.

“All injuries are recoverable. Madame Pomfrey is taking care of what we could not ourselves or the Professor.”

“We’re still with you. We knew it was last minute.”

“Yeah Harry, we knew what we were doing? You told us.” Neville knelt down to look level at Harry. Harry looked pass Neville at the others in the chamber and saw and heard not recrimination from the injured, but exhaustion and frustration. Harry listened with the mind link and heard everyone’s disappointment with themselves for not being better. None were throwing blame or anger.

Harry stood and collected himself. “Thank you.” He spoke to the room at large and watched as everyone looked up, who could. “You all were so brave, but we weren’t ready. If there are any who want to back out after this there will be no blame.” Harry closed the link so that he would not hear anything undue and waited. Slowly everyone, awake and could stand, stood and looked at Harry. Backs straightened and heads were held high in the unspoken message of continued solidarity.

“We will be prepared next time, I promise.” Nods were made all over the chamber and Harry made eye contact with everyone. He was feeling more confident in his endeavor until an irate Pomfrey made her way over to Harry.

“Mr. Potter, why does the Headmaster not know about this? And what were you thinking? I mean, what were you up to this time?”

Harry lowered his head to his chest in the wake of the medi-witch’s fury, “We were trying to save a muggle village that Dumbledore refused to send the order out to. We can’t trust him anymore. He is not the paragon of light that he has portrayed himself to be.” Harry looked at Madame Pomfrey earnestly.

“Well, yes, you are right I have known this for years, but in the absence of more competent leaders Albus is…” the medi-witch just trailed off not knowing how to explain her complacency.

“Will you help us?” Harry asked a little pleading note that melted the witch’s stern face.

“It is about time that we have a better person to follow.” Pomfrey did something that she had never done in all her years of patching and healing Harry’s injuries, she hugged him. Then she stepped away and looked around her make shift ward. “Now how do we continue to hide this from Albus?”

“I am the owner of Hogwarts now,” at everyone’s shocked stares, Harry explained. It didn’t take very long to sketch out the knowledge he gained from Gryffindor about the castle and his new role.

“Well it seems Mr. Potter you are a fount of surprises since you came of age.” Severus stood next to Poppy. “Now how do we exit from this chamber? As I remember only a parstlemouth has access to Slytherin’s chamber.”

Harry smiled to himself as he pointed to a tunnel. “There is a door down that tunnel that leads right off the main hallway leading to the great hall.” He then turned pointing to another tunnel, “that tunnel has a door that leads up to Gryffindor tower, right into the common room.” He then proceeded to point out three more tunnels that ended in doors that lead to each respective house common room. It was amazing what Harry knew about the castle he had practically loved like a home for the last six years. In all his exploring and the help of the marauder’s map he had not come close to knowing all the ins and outs of this magnificent place. He watched as even the two “officials” in the students’ midst looked awed by the knowledge.

“They will open to the same password as the commonly known entrances to the houses.” He turned to Madame Pomfrey, “Is there anyone who cannot return to their common room without an excuse of just feeling under the weather?”

“No, I think whatever you bunch got up to tonight, you were extremely lucky. Everyone can return to their dorms,” Madame Pomfrey turned to the other inhabitants of the chamber, “and if anyone has any lingering effects or becomes more ill, come to the infirmary immediately. The headmaster does not worry about each and every injury and sickness of the students, only yours Mr. Potter.” With her final statement the medi-witch walked towards one of the tunnels that Harry indicated to lead to the general castle, lighting her wand to back away the darkness of the tunnel.

Harry walked the halls of Hogwarts well after curfew and marveled at all the things he had not been able to see before in previous years. There was a second library that was unseen, but Harry could easily walk through its double doors and peruse. There was a second room of requirement that was restricted because of some of the more risqué and forbidden items that it could conjure. Harry wondered why the room was there at all, but resolved to ask Gryffindor about it later, as it wasn’t a part of the knowledge imparted.

Harry paused in the hall as he heard footsteps approach his position. He ducked into a hidden alcove that looked like an expanse of wall. In the dark corridor a lit wand came into view and Harry recognized the bushy, brown haired witch that was patrolling the hallway. Harry reached out and grabbed Hermione and pulled her into the alcove. He ceased her struggles by whispering in her ear. Hermione stilled instantly as she recognized Harry’s voice in her ear.

“Harry, what the Merlin are you doing?”

“Rediscovering Hogwarts.” Harry let her go and she swiftly turned her lit wand to see him.

“I should report you for being out of bed after curfew. What are you up to? I swear I will go to Dumbledore if you are up to no good.” Her stern features did not scare Harry.

“I bet you would, but you would still be a mudblood whether you kiss Dumbledore’s old ass or got the best grades in the school.” Harry glared at the shocked face that crossed Hermione’s face.

“How could you? You…,” Hermione raised her wand to hex Harry, but the boy raised a hand to stay her hand with magic.

“I have never treated you as less ‘Mione and yet you have betrayed me from the beginning. Is the word so important to you that you would lose your integrity and any integrity that other muggle-borns have?”

Hermione lowered her wand and fell to her knees, tears springing from her eyes to stream down her face. She looked up to Harry with a wave of palpable remorse hitting his mental shields. “’Mione, you were my best friend and I thought you were incorruptible. I mean SPEW alone told me you had convictions, but I guess I don’t warrant any better treatment than the house elves in the wizarding world.”

“STOP! I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to be a mudblood anymore; he said he could stop it and I could have status. He said you would die anyway.”

Harry reached down and grabbed Hermione’s chin in a bruising grip and leaned close to the crying girl’s face, “I will live through this war, but I cannot say the same for him and you. All traitors to true light will not live to prosper from my forced pain. You are on your own.” Harry locked eyes with Hermione and let his compulsion wrap around her mind, “You will know what I know about all of you, but be unable to utter a single word to anyone else. You will feel your remorse far deeper than you think capable. There will never be any peace for you until you are forgiven, and that doesn’t look good.” Harry’s magic cemented his intent into her brain and wrapped around her, binding the witch like an unbreakable vow.

Harry left Hermione there in the secret alcove sobbing on her knees, crying her apology and sorrow to the shadows.

Severus Snape sat in a leather arm chair by the fireplace in his personal chambers, a glass of elven liquor in his hand. He stared into the fire with remorse as he thought about his part in the night’s failure. He didn’t expect that amount of deatheaters to have been in the raiding party. Students could have been lost, hell even Harry. He was resolving himself to the fact that he more than lusted after the wizarding savior. This was not good. How would he be able to help with this distraction? He could work through lust and physical desire, but the intangible ache that Harry’s presence created in his core was unsettling.

Severus lifted his glass to his lips and continued to stare at the flames in the grate. He heard the door to his chambers open, his eyes widening at the entrance of the object of his thoughts.

“My wards are quite nasty, am I to assume that your new ‘knowledge’ includes dark arts as well?”

Harry smiled, “Some yes, but you cannot ward any part of Hogwarts from me.” Harry strolled over to sit on the floor next to Severus leaning his side against the man’s legs. Harry just sat silently and stared at the fire with Severus as company. A hand descended onto Harry’s head and the fingers carded through his messy locks. Harry sighed and leaned further into Severus’ touch.

“What is this, Harry?” Severus asked seriously, but continued to splay his hand through the brown silk atop Harry’s head.

“I’m not sure, Severus. I can say that I love you, but that would be paltry and pandering. I could say it is the cause of my abuse up until my birthday and I am starved for the affection. Or I can say that it is a side effect of the incubus inside me, but I think it is genuine affection.”

“Indeed, I am much of the same mind, specific to my own precarious position in this war.” His hand stopped moving through Harry’s hair. He looked up to lock eyes with the potions master. “I will send owls to certain individuals that may be of use to help train your group. And I think a name change would be in order from the afore named ‘Dumbledore’s Army’.”

“Thank you. Tonight was a humbling experience and I do not relish gaining anymore humility.” Harry laughed at Severus’ snort of amusement.

“Harry, we can all stand for a regular dose of humility it keeps us on our toes. It makes us remember that shit happens and we should be prepared next time.” Severus stood up and without a word, placed his glass on the side table, headed into the bedroom. Harry watched as the man entered the door, but did not close it behind him. Harry stood up and followed.

Harry watched from the door as Severus pulled off his black robes and tossed them across the trunk at the end of his bed. It was a beautiful canopy bed with Slytherin green bed curtains and silver sheets. It was magnificent.

When Harry looked back at Severus the man was nude. Harry’s throat went dry as he perused the lean muscular frame. The man was delicious, almost edible. Harry wanted a taste. He quickly disrobed and joined Severus who had already gotten in the bed, leaving the covers back for Harry to join him.

When the pair was pressed together in a heated kiss and hands roamed over bare flesh, Harry let the heat rise and straddled Severus as he fell back to the bed panting. Harry felt the hard cock nestled in between his cheeks and raised his ass to rub the engorged shaft. Severus moaned loudly.

“You sound like a knockturn whore, Sev.” Harry commented as he rubbed himself and leered down at Severus.

“How would you know? You have only come of age in the last month.” He arched up into Harry’s crevice causing himself to gasp in bliss.

“I don’t but it sounded nice.”

“Indeed.”

Harry gripped his cock and whispered the lubrication spell and impaled himself unprepared onto Severus’ hard cock. He screamed his pleasure and pain to the roof of the dungeons and rode the potion master.

“You are so fucking tight Harry. I want to pound your ass and make you see Merlin himself.” Severus gripped Harry’s hips to help him keep his balance as the boy sheathed his length over and over again.

“I don’t need to see Merlin; you are all the wizard that my eyes need to see. You cock is what is filling my ass so well. I’m fucking Severus not Merlin.” Harry continued to rise and fall onto Severus’ member, but his orgasm seemed to be elusive and just out of reach. “Sev, I need…,” he tried to reach for the words in his desire addled mind.

Severus knew what Harry needed and flipped them over easily and raised Harry’s legs unto his shoulders and continued to pound into Harry’s tight ass.

“Oh, Fuck Merlin!!” Harry yelled.

“NO! Not Merlin, remember. SEVERUS! Say it.” He pounded his emphasis.

“Severus, Severus, Severus, SEVERUS!!” Harry chanted like a prayer mantra until he came in a blinding orgasm. He lost sight of Severus and his surroundings and the foundation of Hogwarts shook with the power released from the coupling.

Severus came at the clinched muscles and the magic engulfed him. His consciousness felt bombarded with the energy between the two. The shaking castle got no reaction from the man, because he could feel nothing and knew nothing except the force of Harry's power.

Both men collapsed together breathing hard trying not to fall into complete unconsciousness. As their breathing evened and calmed, the fire in Severus’ lounge flared to life and years of living on the edge close to death had Severus jumping from the bed and throwing robes on to greet whoever was outside his bedroom.

“It’s Dumbledore.” Harry mumbled as he turned over and pulled the bed curtains to cast enough shadow to hide in.

Severus came out of the bedroom to be greeted by the Headmaster dressed in night robe and cape. “Albus what is the meaning of this intrusion?”

“I am requesting all personnel to the Great Hall, something of great power just shook the foundations of Hogwarts and reset the wards. Didn’t you feel it?”

Severus pasted a patented sneer on his face, “It barely shook me out of my sleep. Do not be so ready to overreact, Albus. You would think the Dark Lord has breached the wards and was attacking.” Severus dismissed the old fool and headed back to his bed intent on curling around Harry.

“Severus you will be in the Great Hall in fifteen minutes with the rest of the staff or you will find yourself under Voldemort’s protection solely.”

Severus turned a murderous look on Dumbledore, “And you will find yourself short a spy.” Severus replied with a haughty glare.

“You will be there. Your willfulness of late is tiresome and unwarranted. We are at war fighting for the greater good here. We have no time for childish tantrums and hissy fits.” With that, the Headmaster left through the flames of the fireplace and Severus turned back to his bedroom cursing the day that he had joined with Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore.
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