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New Beginnings	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: Ah! Another chapter. For all my Draco fans, I have decided that after this story has been completed, I would attempt to write a Draco/Harry to make up for making him the villain in this one. I’m still not sure how many chapters I intend to make this, but it is getting to the end of the initial storyline I had mapped out. I look forward to your thoughts on this subject.
Warning: So lovey dovey! *nosebleed*
Chapter Fourteen
*
Severus wrapped his arms tightly around his young bonded, pulling him flush and tightly against himself. It was still too early to wake for the day – nor did he care to with what the day held for them – but Severus found that he could no longer sleep.
Harry mumbled incoherently as he settled against Severus, wiggling around in order to find the best possible position. However, this action only caused Severus’ sleeplessness to transform into sheer arousal. The supple softness but firmness of his young mate settling against his already hardened flesh elicited jolts of sensation straight into Severus’ lower belly.
Severus pressed his face into the dark tangled tresses of his bonded, refusing to groan as Harry continued to unintentionally arouse his body with small movements to find comfort.
Gods. He wanted the boy so wholly. He wanted to ravage the youthful body of his innocent mate so completely that there was nothing left but unadulterated desire. He wanted to possess the boy in such a fathomless way that no other could possibly touch or be touched by his young mate’s charms.
Harry was far too unaware of just how desirable he was; how very enchanting he became with a simple smile or soft blush of embarrassment. It was maddening. Severus could feel the jealousy – childish as it made him – radiate through his entire being.
Despite every possible assurance that Harry was entirely, completely, irrevocably his, Severus wanted to mark him. Ravage him. Possess him in every possible way a man could at every possible minute – no, second – of the day just so that there could never be another.
It was madness; although, Severus hardly cared. To love the-boy-who-lived-again was lunacy merely in itself.
Possession was hardly new to their relationship. Despite his every effort to remain aloof and unaffected by his young mate, Severus found that every day that their relationship progressed, every moment that his child grew within Harry, he became further tied to the boy and further incapable of suppressing his desire to dote on his mate.
He was madly, deeply, passionately, unimaginably in love with this kind-hearted, courageously rash, and insufferably heroic boy.
Unable to control himself further, Severus thrusted into the pert backside. The boy gasped, head lolling backwards and sleep-flushed face transforming with the sudden pleasure. Severus became entranced by the sheer need he felt upon watching this transformation.
The boy reacted so acutely to his desire. This mere part of his young, innocent lover – initiated to pleasure only by Severus himself – was the very reason that Severus was often unable to control his urges. His young lover reacted with so much wanton desperation that Severus was insufferably incapable of withholding his own yearning to corrupt that purity that Harry exerted merely with a simple, openly innocent reaction.
Severus thrusted once more, pressing a soft kiss to the boy’s ear. “Good morning, Harry.”
*
Harry had woken only to be ravished so completely that he had a difficult time walking afterwards. He stumbled unsteadily into the bathroom with a small yawn. Fixing his hair – as best as was possible with his unmanageable locks – and brushing his teeth, he prepared himself for the long day.
There was a small flutter in his abdomen that startled him from his gaze in the mirror. Harry looked down, eyebrow raising curiously as he stilled and waited. Nothing. Shrugging, he continued to dress himself and then search out his lover.
He found Severus drinking a small cup of coffee, food already dished out for the two of them, and reading a freshly-printed Daily Prophet.
“You should eat quickly,” Severus stated nonchalantly as he continued to read. “We are expected within the hour. It will be a exceedingly long day.”
Harry nodded briefly before sitting down. His entire rear felt numb after their morning together. He seriously wondered who the younger wizard was with Severus’ libido greatly outshining his own. Never had Harry imagined that Severus would be this insatiable. Although, he did comprehend that despite others’ misconception of the wizard, he was quite a passionate man – and lover for that matter.
Shrugging at his own thoughts, Harry ate his breakfast dutifully and then took his required potions for the day.
*
Thankfully, Harry wasn’t forced to be in the courtroom until he was called. There was a great deal of evidence found against Malfoy, and the charges had escalated as such. Despite the assault on his person being the core of the trial, there were other charges just as dire as what occurred with the poisoning and attempted homicide.
When he was called, Harry had steeled his nerves and faced Malfoy head-on without so much as a twitch in reaction to the dark glint and smirk on the blonde wizard’s face. Despite the shackles and state of him, Malfoy managed his usual arrogant demeanor.
“Thank you, Mister Potter,” the prosecutor said after Harry retold the events of that night. “You are dismissed.”
“Such a travesty that I was unable to kill your child, Potter,” Malfoy whispered heatedly as Harry rose from his chair.
Startled enough to lose face, Harry’s eyes jerked towards Malfoy’s and a sudden rage consumed him from his very core. However, it was Severus who had come beside him, gently restraining Harry to his side and escorting him out of the courtroom. The soft whispers around them hummed as Harry was led away. The judge and panel silenced the courtroom just as they were finally exiting.
“His intention was to upset you,” Severus said softly as he led Harry back to the private room they shared. “Malfoys use their words as weapons. It is all he has remaining. The evidence against him is substantial and damning. Your testimony is merely additional.”
“I know,” Harry said with a small breath. “I just…it really gets to me, you know, that he intended to kill our child just for his selfish whims.”
“It is regrettably how he was raised,” Severus stated with a small sneer. “Lucius made sure that he wanted for nothing. He was given whatever he desired with little to no effort and assured merely by being a Malfoy that, even with resistance, it would be his eventually.”
They were interrupted by a man wedging himself through the doorway. “You are dismissed for the day. We will see you tomorrow for the cross-examination.”
*
Harry slouched into the sofa with a long sigh. Vol had popped in with a tray of tea and cakes, serving Harry a plate – as if he was incapable of doing so himself – before reprimanding Harry for his poor posture.
“I’m relaxing, Vol,” Harry bemoaned the grumpy house-elf. “It was a long trial day, and Severus said he had a few things to do…”
“Master Potter complains too easily,” Vol admonished firmly. “Master Potter must always project himself with the utmost confidence even inside Master Potter’s home.”
“Sheesh Vol,” Harry complained with a sly grin, “you’re even better at nagging than Sev is. Better than Hermione for that matter.”
“Vol does not know this Hermione person, however, Master Snape never nags,” Vol retorted with clear insult. “Master Snape is immaculate in his manners and expects Master Potter to be the same. Master Potter projects only sloppiness,” Vol added smoothly, wrinkles deepening with his steely gaze on Harry.
Harry chuckled –relenting – before correcting his posture. “You’re an old grump, Vol.”
“Vol is hardly grumpy…or old,” the old house-elf retorted with a deep sigh. “Master Potter is merely young.”
“I may be young,” Harry responded as he sipped a bit of tea and relished the smooth taste, “but at least I smile every now and then. You should really smile, Vol. It would make you seem less grumpy.” He waggled his eyebrows at the small house-elf.
Vol sneered before bowing and vanishing with a loud crack. “Grumpy old elf,” Harry said with another rumble of laughter.
Despite the banter, he really enjoyed the similarities between the house-elf and his older lover. It was rather endearing. It also managed to take away some of the frustration that had built over the day. Sipping with renewed contentment, Harry waited for Severus to return.
*
He must have dozed off at some point. Harry awoke in a darkly lit living room, blanket covering him and fire burning in the fire hearth. It looked as if Vol had started one so Harry wouldn’t be cold and that warmed him greatly just with the thought. Harry sat up and finally noticed the figure sitting stoutly in the armchair beside him holding a book firmly in one hand and quill in another.
“Awake, I presume,” came the deep baritone of his lover as Severus scribbled elegantly over a parchment. “Vol stated that you had been asleep since earlier in the evening. He found you drooling and holding a tea cup precariously in one hand. Quite the visage, I imagine.”
“Grumpy old elf,” Harry mumbled angrily as he retracted his previous thoughts on the house-elf. “When did you get back?”
“Just a little while ago,” Severus responded coolly before training dark eyes on Harry. “If you are still tired, I suggest you retire for the evening. I will be in shortly.”
“No,” Harry said with a small yawn and shifted to the side nearest Severus, “I’d rather be in here with you.”
“Why does that statement frighten me so?”
Harry grinned lazily. “Severus Snape…afraid of me? Poppycock.”
The expressionless gaze of his lover shifted into amusement. “Surely not. I merely wish not to be bothered with incessant nattering while I attempt to finish my research.”
“I don’t natter incessantly,” Harry stated with mock insult. “I am the quietest person I know!”
“And incapable of deception it would seem,” Severus mused with a wry smirk.
Harry laughed softly before resting his chin on his hand and gazed at the other wizard thoughtfully. “You know, if you just ignored me, I’m sure I could stay relatively quiet while you finish.”
Severus sighed and closed the book he had been transcribing before turning once more towards Harry. “It is hardly important,” he stated before pulling Harry by the arm and guiding him into his lap. Harry bit his lip uncomfortably before settling against the older wizard’s lap. “You look quite at home in my lap, I must say.”
Harry’s cheeks flushed with instant heat. His gaze dropped to the small sliver of pale skin peeking from a slit in the man’s dress-shirt that had been undone. His hand trailed absently to the small opening, causing Severus to intake sharply with the surprise of Harry’s touch. His gaze jerked back to Severus with a wry grin.
“Feel that did you?” he inquired sweetly.
Severus’ hands gripped Harry’s hips, driving him down onto the hardening erection in the older wizard’s trousers. “Impertinent brat,” the other wizard growled deeply.
“Just checking, you self-important git,” Harry stated with a widening grin.
Severus’ brow rose fractionally before a hand curled around the back of Harry’s neck and pulled him into a smoldering kiss that left him clinging and moaning against his Potion’s Master. Their teeth clashed, lips smashed, and bodies pressed hotly into one another as their desire for each other became almost too much.
“Vol apologizes for interrupting,” a deep voice stated evenly, causing Harry to jerk back and distance himself in surprise.
Severus, however, seemed relatively unaffected by Vol’s appearance and held fast to Harry, keeping Harry seated and fidgeting in his lap. “Yes?”
“There is a fire-call for you, Master Snape,” Vol announced with a small bow. “Will Master Snape prefer to take it in the study?”
Severus sighed deeply before acquiescing with a nod. “Very well. I will return to our rooms after I have finished,” the man stated to Harry directly. “I shall only be a moment.” The look Severus gave assured Harry that they would finish what they started directly after the call.
Harry righted himself as the other two disappeared and let out another deep sigh. A sudden fluttering in his lower abdomen stopped him short when he attempted to head to their room. He touched his abdomen in confusion and felt around the small swell. Another fluttering sensation caused his eyes to widen. What was this feeling?
Harry shook his head and ignored it, walking quickly to their room and enclosing himself inside.
*
Unfortunately, the fire-call had taken a little longer than Severus had promised; and despite his great effort to stay awake, Harry had fallen asleep. When he woke the next morning, he was tucked neatly into bed beside a partially clothed Potion’s Master.
It wasn’t often that Harry found himself awake before Severus – the man was an ungodly early riser – but when he did, he made the most of it. He mapped out the soft and hard contours of his lover’s shape, still wondering how Severus retained his sinewy build.
Harry was no longer as skinny as he had been during his school years; he had managed to put on a healthy amount of weight and muscle. But it was nothing that compared to Severus.
Despite his belief that the taller wizard was just as skinny and emaciated as he was, it was a complete misconception – at least not after the demise of Voldemort.
Severus’ body was beautifully muscled – truly enviable to someone like himself. He could never obtain such definition and idly wondered how Severus did. Was it a potion perhaps? Did the man have hobbies Harry was still not aware of?
Harry’s fingers traced the lines of his lover’s strong pectorals, skimming over the flesh with particular attention to the dusky nipples. During their sexual escapades, Harry was never given much time to explore Severus’ body; not because Severus desired him not to but because he was entirely overcome by a many other things.
The slow rise and fall of his lover’s chest; the thudding heartbeat beneath his hands; the silky texture of unmarred patches of skin and glossy patches of others. This was all his. Harry felt a sense of pride knowing that no other would be permitted to touch Severus ever again – not if he had any hand it in anyway.
Possession. He knew without a doubt that Severus felt it for him, but did the older wizard know that Harry also felt it to such a degree that he would be willing to hide away with the other man and never resurface in the public? Harry suspected probably not.
The small knowing grin erupted on his face as he settled back beside Severus. He wrapped an arm around the lithe waist and pressed a small kiss to the older wizard’s shoulder.
Severus was his.
*
“What were your intentions for Harry James Potter when you put the poison into the fire-whiskey?” the tall wizard with whitening hair and a small goatee asked Malfoy as he sat staring over the crowd.
“I planned to kill the child that he was bearing,” Malfoy answered against his will. He had been given veritaserum just before the questioning had commenced.
“For what purpose?”
“To replace that child with a child of my own,” Malfoy answered, his forehead drawing down into a darkly dangerous look.
Harry shuddered as he watched the other wizard speak with such clarity. Severus sat on his right and McGonagall on his left, both holding one of his hands in a show of support.
“What was your intention for procuring said heir in the event you had succeeded?”
Malfoy’s eyes traveled the courtroom until finally stalling on Harry’s. “To ensure Potter’s bonding to myself and a powerful heir with the original bloodline.” A gasp resounded after his admission and several witches and wizards began to talk heatedly in hushed tones. “To avenge my father by having Potter’s own kin turn against him.” Another rumble of chatter echoed around them.
Severus was stiff against Harry’s side. He could feel the murderous rage flowing through their connection and squeezed the other wizard’s hand in comfort. No matter what Malfoy intended to do, he had failed and would be punished. However, it was now common knowledge that Harry had a high concentration of the original bloodline due to the proceedings. Thus, no doubt, it would be featured in the paper this very day.
Breathing out deeply, Harry returned the blonde wizard’s gaze and smirked arrogantly. He mouthed with confidence ‘nice try’ before looking away and never again gazing at the other wizard.
*
After nearly a week of deliberation and trials, Malfoy was found guilty on all accounts and sentenced to Azkaban to await his punishment. Harry hadn’t felt any comfort in damning another to Azkaban and likely a Dementor’s Kiss, but it was a relief to know that the trial had concluded so smoothly.
Because he wanted to say goodbye to the grumpy house-elf Vol, they returned to Snape Manor. Harry trailed behind Snape until they arrived at the door and gave the small little elf his best smile.
“Well it’s been nice,” Harry said sarcastically. “Too bad you couldn’t teach me proper etiquette before we returned.”
“Not from lack of trying, assuredly,” Severus remarked with an amused glint in his eyes.
Vol grumbled something about brats before bowing. “Vol will resume Master Potter’s lessons when Master Potter returns.” Harry shook his head with resignation and smiled. “Vol…will…be waiting for the Masters to return,” the old elf added unhappily. And with a crack, he was gone.
“Quite fond of you indeed,” Severus said softly, almost to himself.
Harry smiled at the taller wizard. “Uh-huh.”
*
It was a feeling similar to returning to Hogwarts after he had spent a summer with the Dursleys. Harry felt a sense of relief and joy just walking the expansive grounds towards the castle that housed the growing youth of the Wizarding World. Harry had come home.
Their arrival was greeted by a large crowd of students. Harry was barely able to fit through the doors when they came inside.
“Disperse before I remove house points!” Severus barked at the growing crowd of children.
With the sudden demand, the students immediately fled like a swarm of insects. Harry laughed as the action reminded him of another time they had been crowded by the students. Since their lives were now in every article imaginable, it was no secret that he had been bonded to Severus and was now carrying the Potion’s Master’s child.
They received several congratulations from students as they made their way to their shared quarters, and by the time they reached them, Harry was suddenly very tired. He nearly flung himself at the couch but growled when Severus cleared his throat.
“Minerva is expecting us,” Severus stated.
Harry pressed his face into the fabric of the couch and groaned. “Of course she is.”
“Then we will be expected by Madam Pomfrey as she will no doubt want to check on your condition,” Severus added as he helped Harry up and off of the sofa.
Harry sighed as he steadied himself against the taller wizard before throwing floo into the fire. “Shall we?”
*
After seeing the two witches who bustled about Harry like buzzing bees, Harry was thoroughly spent. He would return to his post tomorrow and was glad for it. He had attempted to speak with Oliver Wood when he passed him in the hall, but for some reason, Oliver was less than inclined to speak with Harry while Severus was there. And it would seem this very course of events greatly amused the Potion’s Master.
“Must you scare all my friends away?”
Severus’ eyes glinted with heightened amusement. “Only the irrevocably imbecilic ones.”
“Oliver is hardly an idiot. Besides, everyone is less than superior it would seem when judged against you, Severus.”
“Precisely. You harbor too many connections to the insufferable,” Severus stated matter-of-factly.
Harry quirked a brow with a slow grin at his companion. “Everyone is insufferable to you, you miserable old git.”
“Impudent brat.”
Harry’s body felt like lead when they finally arrived in their quarters. He wanted to curl up into bed and sleep until next year. He was beyond exhaustion yet there was a sense of exhilaration with their return that kept him from collapsing straight to the floor.
Instead, he pulled out the notes he received from McGonagall that his replacement had once more readied during his absence and leisurely read through them. It felt like he had spent very little time in the classroom despite the holidays nearing.
Soon, it would be Christmas; which always meant that Harry was expected at the Burrow to enjoy the festivities with the Weasley family. He wasn’t sure he would be able to convince Severus to go this year, but he would pull out all his tricks to sway his unsocial mate.
Hermione had sent an owl earlier in the evening stating with chagrin that the boys had remained contently inside her despite her growing pain and frustration. Her due date was a week away, so she was becoming less and less eager to continue the pregnancy.
Harry’s own was starting to show signs of life. Aside from the occasional symptom, Harry felt very little the last couple of months. It didn’t quite seem real until earlier when Poppy had found the heartbeat and allowed them to listen to it for a short moment. He had been close to crying. Severus looked like a deer struck by headlights and merely watched wide-eyed and silent as the sound filled the air around them.
The gender was unknown still as he was not far along enough to discern it, but the flutters he mentioned to the medi-witch were apparently the little one moving around. Severus seemed rather surprised that Harry had kept this information from him – even slightly insulted that Harry didn’t think to mention it beforehand. However, there was quite a bit of activity the last few weeks, and Harry was hardly focusing on his pregnancy during that time.
Still, it was rather hard to wrap his head around the concept of having a child. Their relationship still felt new and fresh, so thinking about an addition to that – another uncharted venture – seemed a little too much for Harry. So instead, he focused on getting through the holidays.
Severus came to sit beside Harry as he continued reading through the large amount of notes. While he wasn’t happy he had to miss a few of his favorite topics – werewolves and vampires – he was content knowing that the replacement had managed to teach them to his particular tastes.
“Poppy has requested a few potions for her stores,” Severus enlightened Harry with a grim look. “It will mean I’m rather occupied for the next several days.”
“I’ve got much to do as well,” Harry said with a small nod.
Severus pulled Harry gently into an embrace before pressing a small chaste kiss to his forehead. “Should you need me, I will be in my laboratory. Do not hesitate to interrupt me.”
“That sounds like quite the invitation,” Harry responded with a small chuckle.
Severus’ lips twitched – the usual sign for restraining his smile – before he left Harry to his work and headed towards the back of their quarters.
*
“They were born early this morning,” the bobbing green head of Ron stated with a large grin. “I know you just got back to Hogwarts last week, but if you’re free this weekend, we would love for you and Snape to come meet them.”
“I can’t wait,” Harry said with a wide grin. “I’ll ask Severus when he comes for dinner this evening.”
“Bye mate,” Ron said before his head disappeared from the flames.
Harry relaxed back into the sofa, head angled backwards so he could stare absently at the ceiling. It was good that the boys were born. Ned and Ted Weasley. Harry found himself laughing. Leave it to Ron to choose horrid names, but Hermione had stated that both were after family members they held dear. Cousins or uncles? Harry couldn’t remember.
Their birth was another reminder of what was to come for him in a matter of months. His hand absently rubbed his slightly protruding abdomen. The flutters came and went – hardly noticeable if he wasn’t paying attention – but he wondered what it would be like when his abdomen was swollen much like Hermione’s had been and there was no denying that there was a child growing there.
Harry had no more classes for the day, so he had been in the midst of preparing for tomorrow’s lesson when Ron had fire-called. It was happy news, and Harry was sure that Severus wouldn’t be against their visiting the Burrow this weekend. Although, he idly wondered how the festivities of newborns would progress in that household filled with adult children – George being the worst of them.
Molly and Arthur were surely aware of their bonding. He had also received a letter of congratulations that he was unable to respond to due to recent events. He knew that Severus had been long acquainted with them, but he wasn’t sure if Severus liked them much.
Severus seemed to care very little for anyone other than Harry. Harry wasn’t even sure if the older wizard had family to speak of. Seemed family was a sore topic and for good reason from what Harry saw of it all those years ago.
Harry pushed away his thoughts. Dwelling on it hardly seemed wise. Severus cared for him and had treated Ron and Hermione amicably during their visits. He was sure that the older wizard would do the same with this one.
He quickly wrote to Molly that he would be coming this weekend for a visit and how thankful he was that she was supporting his bond. He sent the owl off and smiled as he watched it soar through the white sky. Snow was already falling and coating most of the area now that it was close to Christmas. It was only a month away.
TBC…
I had initially planned to do more with the trial but it sort of dragged on, so I scratched it. Severus at the Burrow next chapter…oh, the shenanigans that will come with the Weasley brood!
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