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Lilly's Secrets	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Warnings: Angst, H/C, M/M, Anal, Oral, Torture
Chapter 14 - To be a Man
On Harry's 18th Birthday morning, Severus Snape administered the Epiphany potion with Poppy present. He cast the charms necessary, and Poppy cast the counter charm for the Regret curse once the Epiphany potion had been fully activated. They sat back and waited for the results.
Harry was watching the kaleidoscope of death, wanting to leave, wanting to be free of all the pain that was presented for him. His regret had been growing so much that he was now unable to stand while watching the replay of each death, each tortuous moment his friends and loved ones had to endure. He just wanted to let go, but he couldn't. There was something that made him hold on, not hope, but more determination. The scene was back to those red demonic eyes delivering the guilty blow that it was his fault. Suddenly the face in front of him melted away and he saw each and every scene with the real reason each person had died. Remus and Tonks had died, not for Harry, but for Teddy. Their last look at each other and the thoughts they shared were of the love they had for their son, and the future they wanted for him.   The next scene showed how Lavender fought for her parents, they had been tortured by death eaters, and she wanted revenge, she died knowing that they would be free. Fred had attacked a death eater and would not let him go since that death eater had stunned George, Fred died protecting his brother. Each person had died, not for Harry, or out of Loyalty to Harry's Parents, but for their own reasons. Good and wonderful reasons. Harry could no longer blame himself, it was just a tragic part of war. In the curses last gasp, the scene changed once more. Severus Snape lying propped up against the boathouse, blood pouring out of him. "Thissss was your fault, Harry. He died for You!" the voice inside his head hissed. Harry started to sob. He knew Severus sacrificed himself for Harry, time and again. HE did not have a choice, as his soul mate, Harry was the reason this wonderful man, brave man sacrificed himself for Harry and Harry alone. If Harry let go, he could set Severus free from the chains that bound him.
Severus watched Harry closely, Poppy as well. The potion was working well, the counter charm seemed to be doing what it should, and the rest was up to Harry to see the truth. Emotions were displayed well on Harry's face, though still sleeping, reading him was easy. First the pain of regret showed with the crinkled brow, pursed lips and clenched fists. Slowly this gave way to awe, sadness, and understanding. The fingers unclenched, the face relaxed and Harrys breathing became even. Then all of a sudden Harry's body went rigid. Pain, Agony and Anger passed over him, his aura glowed red under the blankets. Hands were reaching for something, but then held back by Harry's determined will.
"He is struggling with something bad," Poppy interjected, “Something he must really see as his fault. Can you go in and look, help even?"
Severus was pained by the expressions he was seeing. Afraid to know if in fact what Harry was now seeing was a lover being hurt, the signs were all there, and Severus didn't want to find out. There really was no other way, so Severus raised his wand, preparing his heart for devastation.
What Severus saw instead, broke him. Harry was in agony. He was caught in the scene of Severus' attack. But there seemed to be added chains linking his arms to the floor, prohibiting movement, exacerbating the flow of blood.   Harry was reaching, but restrained by his own guilt. The pain and sheer acceptance of guilt in that moment was washing over Harry. Severus could see the tiny bits of emotion cross the face, the light in Harry's eyes was diminishing, he was letting go. Severus launched himself at Harry trying to hold him, but the green eyes were locked on the death filled obsidian ones across the room. Severus shook Harry hard, nothing... Then he did the only thing he could think to do... He kissed him. He moved his mouth over those lips stained with tears, he licked the sorrow, drank in the pain, and found the love he felt, and tried to bring it to the surface.
Harry saw death approaching, and tried to let go. Something was tugging at his soul, his senses... Then he felt heated, warm, comforted, Loved. His eyes slid shut, blocking out the death image before him. The sensation felt amazing, he was being kissed by someone who loved him. His lips started to feel the burning of another set, his tongue met the other and started to dance. The flow of scent met his nostrils, Bergamot... Severus, the real one... Harry mustered every ounce of passion he could and reached for the man kissing him, winding his hands into soft hair, clinging as tight as he could. Their bodies melded together causing friction on every level. A soft thud went unnoticed. Severus reacted as only a true soul mate could to the claiming. He surrendered. His heart, his soul, his fear, his frustration, his reserve, and his hope. Harry now held it all.
Harry's hands ripped each thread of clothing he could reach and tossed scraps as he tore them free. Touching skin was his goal, the heated pale skin showed and he broke away from the kiss to latch further down on to the pale neck in front of him.   The taste was sweet and slightly salty. Severus moaned, craning his neck to give better access. His hands setting cloth free on Harry as well. touching every exposed section, and going lower. He needed Harry, needed to touch him, needed to taste him, needed to fill himself up with every essence that was Harry. Severus lowered himself further, face nuzzling the bulge presented to him through the cloth of the pants. He reached to slowly lower the pants and reveal his prize. Harry's breath hitched, the sensations, the scents and the emotions were overwhelming. He looked down to watch those thin lips take his erection in that sinful mouth and the heat engulfed him, fire poured within him. Severus ran his tongue in a swirl around the tip, delving into capture the pure taste of Harry. The salty explosion was perfect on his tongue. He pulled back to lap at the tip of the erection, pulling the shaft with him on each lick. Harry was groaning out his name, and that was music to his ears. Harry couldn't take much more, the man could make him cum with a look, but now he needed so much more. Instinct drove Harry, an ancient need over taking him. He reached for Severus and pulled him back up and kissed him again, trying to guide the man to the nearest place to lie down. Their legs came into contact with a bed and Severus tumbled backwards onto it. Harry reached to remove the remaining garments on Severus, the pants and then the silk boxers. He marveled at the perfect complexion of Severus' skin. He eyed his goal, and grasped Severus' legs and moved them apart as he dipped his head low. He found the entrance he needed, and let his tongue do the work. That tight ring was winking and flexing with each taste, and the heat when he slid his tongue inside was so mesmerizing. "Harry!" Severus drawled in the deep baritone that flooded Harry's system. Severus had never felt so many exquisite pleasure pulses as he did with Harry's tongue rasping his opening. Each time it delved inside, he thought he would explode. "Now, Harry. Please, I need you!" Severus all but begged.
Harry stood, positioned himself and pushed slowly. Severus burned, the pain was bearable, but the pleasure filling him was overwhelming. Harry felt like he was being pushed to the brink, the tight heat was too much. He moved again, groaning Severus' name. Severus for his part raised his hips to meet Harry's and was crying for more with each thrush. They established a rhythm, Harry bent down to capture Severus' lips in another searing kiss, his hands still holding and stroking Severus' ivory legs. Severus met him, dance for dance, thrust for thrust, passion for passion. The heated volcano in each of them was still building the pressure so immense. Harry broke the kiss and stared into Severus' eyes. "I love you. I'm yours, and your mine... My soul mate. I claim you." Harry said, voice cracking with emotion. Severus arched up one last time to receive another hard thrust as he exploded, spilling his seed all over himself and Harry. Harry felt the clenching as Severus' body exploded, causing him to release deep within that pleasurable sheath. "SEV!" Harry screamed out, their bodies spasming together as harry fell forward on top of Severus.
Parlor
Poppy's face was red when she went down the stairs. Everyone in the parlor looked at her expectantly.
"I... Harry... Sev..." She stammered.
"Is Harry ok?" Draco asked impatiently.
Poppy nodded her head, her face getting redder.
"Then what happened?" George asked. Minerva moved over towards Poppy and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Harry was struggling," Poppy started, “Then Severus went in to help." She looked up at Minerva, “Then He started to Kiss Harry, and well things progressed, and I couldn't watch...It wasn't rape Minerva... It was a Claiming."
Minerva looked shocked, "As in a soul mate claiming?" She asked quietly. Poppy nodded, "Harry claimed. He is 18 today you know."
George and Draco looked back at each other then back at Poppy. "What do you mean?" Draco asked.
Minerva looked at both and decided to educate them a bit.
"When soul mates are close, there are often signs of strong emotions. But neither one actually claims another until they are both 18. If they are the same age, there are not real issues. But usually it's the older that does the claiming. The claiming is the physical consummation of the soul mate bond, but can only be performed if both are willing. The one who does the claiming is the one that holds the key to both souls. The claimed cannot die on their own. Only the Claimer can be killed. The claimed is released from the bond if such should occur, they are able to move on if another magically compatible person comes along, and can live very long lives. So in this case, Severus will be unable to die unless something happens to Harry. The claiming is something ancient, and instinctive. I am unsure if Harry has any real idea what is happening."
A loud scream penetrated from the room above, causing each guest to look up towards the bedroom. Minerva spoke quickly, "Best we all go for a bit... let them sort it out." Poppy nodded, and walked out of the parlor. George and Draco walked back to their room and packed a small night bag, they could stay at the new Malfoy house for a few nights.
Bedroom
Upstairs, two men were breathing erratically. Severus was lying on his back, naked, except for the parts that Harry's naked body covered as he was nestled under one arm.
"Why did you almost give up?" Severus asked quietly.
"You have always been tied to me in some way. I felt that if I was gone, you would no longer have to suffer or sacrifice yourself for me." Harry whispered. "I have been drawn to you always, now I understand why. But I have learned to love you because of who you are when you let yourself be you. They were never just dreams, Severus. They were real in a way that allowed us to be free with each other."
Severus had not considered a true connection. But it made sense. He had come to see Harry as so much more because of those dreams.
"I can't let you waste your life on me, Harry. You are so young yet." Severus said, but he didn't really mean it. He would be broken if Harry left.
Harry sat up and turned to prop himself up over Severus and peered into those black eyes. "Will you ever see yourself as worth loving?" He reached up and gently smoothed a stray wisp of hair away, "I cannot deny we have had our issues of the past. Most of that is because I believed you to be someone of my own imaginings. As did you. I have gotten to see you as my mother saw you, and as I should have seen you long ago." Harry bent down to trail a string of soft kisses from Severus' temple down to his collarbone, "You have been my constant, my anchor. The time without you being part of my life, I felt lost and horrid." Severus put his finger to Harry's lips, “You had a regret curse on you, of course you felt horrid. You were regretting things that were not your fault."
Harry kissed that finger, "True, but I can see things clearer now, and not just those things, but you. I don't know when or how that curse was done. I do know that since that time I thought you had died, I felt hollow. My mother helped me to see who you are, and in turn, I did. Many nights you have shown me a side of you that I needed to see, a side of you that was far removed from the teacher you were, the hard man you portray. You showed me a man I can love, not just for now, but forever. I want that chance, not to be pushed away, but to be held close and cherished. Can you do that? Will you want that?"
Tears started to form in the corners of Severus' eyes, Harry chuckled and stretched down to kiss each one away. Severus reached up to hold Harry's face in his hands. He stared into those emerald eyes, searching for answers, and finding everything. It was a soul to mirror his own, it was breathtaking and beautiful, scary and wonderful.
His answer was a kiss. Slow and beautiful in its purity. Soft lips barely brushing as heated gasps left them, firmer pressure leading towards a rich tasting. Tongues meeting in a sweet slow dance, caressing each other and the scent of each lover lingering just under the nose captivating the other in the richness. Harry was dizzy with passion, butterflies were swirling in his stomach, his body burned in all the right areas pressed up against Severus. Their hands were firmly entrenched in each other's hair, thumbs giving soft caresses to napes and cheeks. Their hips were rocking a more primitive rhythm, grinding to give the most exquisite pleasure. Severus opened his legs and Harry settled so comfortably between them. His hands left Severus’ hair and gripped strong lean fingers, pulling them up and over the potion master's head. The kiss broke so each could breathe, but Harry took advantage of the falling back of Severus' head to lick softly at the small pricked scars left on that pale stretch of neck. Severus moaned, the feeling sending electric shockwaves down to his groin, as he rocked his hips harder into Harry's.
He felt Harry's mouth trail down the collarbone and grasp a nipple in heated velvet. He gasped, so much pleasure bringing him to an acute ache. Harry kept the rocking hips steady, not allowing a faster pace, each erections sliding deliciously together slowly to induce pleasure, but not enough to reach the relief of satiation. He moved lower still, his chest rubbing that erection, while his mouth was licking and kissing the skin just above an ivory navel. Severus arched, needing so much more, hands released and clenched in the sheets of the bed. His groin was singing, and begging to be touched with a kiss or covered with a hand, anything to bring him to release. Harry moved lower still, removing all contact from his erection, blowing hot air across the tip, causing Severus to hitch his breath in agony. He opened his eyes to stare down, looking at his fantasy come to life, those green eyes on him, those pink lips centimeters away from their goal, quirked into a sly smile. Without taking his eye away from the capture of the heated ebony gaze, Harry engulfed Severus in one go, tightening his lips at the base and raising his head back up while dragging his tongue along the underside of Severus' prick. Those dark eyes rolled back as Severus growled in response. Harry reached the tip and sucked hard, while letting his tongue sink as deep as possible to massage the salty liquid out and into his mouth. Harry's hands came around to grasp his shaft and start to pump while that perfect mouth sucked and flicked the head. Severus was gasping, unable to stop the fire racing through him. He tried to move, but Harry's other hand held him in place as the pace quickened, and Severus lost control, spilling himself down Harry's waiting throat. Harry drank every drop, savoring the flavor of Severus on his tongue. He would never get enough, everything about Severus was addicting. From the expressive face, the sensual tone of his voice, the stare that could bring him to his knees in completeness, the taste and smell that was Severus Snape, to the kiss, it would never be enough. He would always want more.
Harry crawled back up Severus' satiated body, and shared a kiss with the potion master's own flavor still on his tongue. Heady and passionate, it stirred the unflappable Professor back to life. Harry moved and nudged at his entrance, and Severus was once again filled with need and wanting. Severus reached for his wand and cast a lubrication charm, totally necessary this time around. Harry squealed when the cool lubricant coated his erection. Severus laughed, "Surely you used such a charm before." Harry stilled. Severus saw something he didn't recognize fill those usually brilliant green eyes, their luster seemed to fade. "I've never... until you." He said, looking away embarrassment pouring off him. Severus reached for his face, turning it slowly to meet his eyes. "Never be embarrassed with me, we will learn together. I know only so I didn't chafe myself. There has only ever been you, today and in my dreams." He pulled Harry's face down so he could kiss the silly man and show him he meant it. Harry's body slick and hard rubbed enticingly at Severus entrance from the angle they were currently in. He arched his back, pressing up towards Harry, trying to give him more encouragement. Harry pushed, slow but hard, entering in a smooth slide. Severus broke the kiss, "Harry" he whispered in reverence. Harry moved then, pulling out to the tip, and sliding back in slowly. He moved his hands over Severus' chest, smoothing out over the skin, sending warmth wherever his fingers trailed. Their bodies moved with the same rhythm, rising and falling like the ocean tide. Harry could feel the fire in his veins, with every stroke, it singed hotter. Harry bent down to grasp Severus’ hands, and kissed him needing to be connected in every way. The ensuing engulfment in sensation had them both drinking in moan after moan, only to break apart with simultaneous screams of completion. Harry fell on top of his new lover, satiated, content and for the first time in a long time, at peace.
Severus rolled them over so Harry's back was to his chest. He cleaned them up with a cleansing spell and covered them. "Happy Birthday Harry" He said as his own breathing began to slow to match Harry's and they both fell into a very peaceful slumber.
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