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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH16 AN: Cat news: Orion had her surgery today, which went well (she had to have both thyroid glands removed, not just the one). She stopped breathing in recovery but she was sorted - why on Earth did the vet tell me that?! When I put the phone down I had a cry. Anyway, they rang later and said she was eating and much brighter. So, me less stressed now. She's staying overnight so I'm alone. So, enjoy the posting (anything to keep my mind off my baby).
Book_addict_89, you don't want much, do you – the pup and Harry to survive and kill the horcrux in his head? ... Thanks for the faith in me. You may find it misplaced ;) Oh, and the pregnancy is nine months. And thanks for the wishes re the cat.
Thunderbird, glad you found Fenrir's behaviour believable (at least in the context of this story). This chapter explains a little more about his motivation. Yes, it sucks Harry has been outed, but I always intended him to be. And yes, Harry has to make the decision of horcruxes or Hallows. Tricky. And he's not sure it is the right one...
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Chapter 16 – If You've Ever Known Anyone
March trickled away like water into the sea, and all around them were signs of the advancing spring. Severus had sent Harry a message requesting a meet up just before the month had slipped away, which had gone well.
Snape had apparated onto the small beach not far from the cottage, having been told enough about the location to do so, and he had found his partner waiting for him. Harry had been hidden under his invisibility cloak, but the other wizard had known his mate was there.
They had kissed and Harry had looked horrified at the scratches and bruises on the older man's face and hands.
“It's all right, Harry. The Dark Lord wanted to know why I hadn't said anything about your werewolf problem, naturally, but I told him that Dumbledore had forced me under an enchantment which lasted even after his death that prevented me spilling the secret to anyone who didn't already know.”
“You're hurt, though,” Harry argued, tracing over a bruise with careful fingers.
“This?” Severus shrugged. “Just Bellatrix letting off steam after the Dark Lord had punished her for not realising who you were when you were caught. She blamed Greyback, of course.”
“Is – is he all right?”
After giving Harry a long look, Snape nodded. “He pretends loyalty still, but I am sure he will fight at your side should it prove necessary. He told me – in private – how much he longed for a mate of his own, and that his habit of biting young had been borne out of his frustrated desire to have children.” There was another long pause. “Do you realise how much you change those around you? Only last year he took part in the raid on Hogwarts, even bit one of the Weasleys, and now he is prepared to stand by your side.” He dipped his head and kissed Harry. “You are remarkable.” He rubbed the stomach. “And wonderful.”
“And horny,” Harry muttered, clutching at Severus.
Hiding under the cloak, Harry stripped off and helped ease Snape out his clothes – not that he was putting up much resistance.
“Remind me,” Severus groaned as Harry lowered himself onto the thick cock he ached for, “to cast protection spells once our child is born. I have the feeling you'll get pregnant very quickly.”
“We'll certainly have sex a lot,” Harry agreed and began riding the prick he was impaled on.
He arched his back, his feet firmly in the sand and his hands on Severus' shoulders so that he could lift himself up and feel the perfect slide of the dick easing almost out of him, and then he relaxed his trembling body and sank down, crying out as he was swiftly filled with the wet hardness that prodded the sensitive bump of nerves hidden within.
Severus, aching to move his own hips, but really rather enjoying having Harry fucking himself on Snape's shaft, traced over the spine and down to the glorious ass. He squeezed the buttocks and helped lift the younger man up. They moaned, straining as Harry just squeezed Severus' leaking tip, and then he was dropping down, wailing at the slight pain and the intense pleasure.
“SHIT!” Severus cried out, seeing stars and fireworks behind his eyes.
Harry wanted to increase his rate, but he was tired, and beginning to lose co-ordination. Instead, Snape tilted Harry onto his back on the sand and began to simply fuck. His hips jerked back and forth, jabbing at the secret bundle of nerves. Under him, Harry was mewling and biting Severus' shoulder to keep from screaming as he bucked and came. And still Snape kept pounding.
All through the tight grip of Harry's orgasm, he kept thrusting. His balls were aching, his prick felt so sore and sensitive he was sure it would truly explode.
And then he was coming. His tip seemed to tingle for a moment and then he was lost, his muscles tightening helplessly as he came and came, hips relentlessly powering his dick again and again into Harry's body.
Spattered inside and outside with semen, Harry fought for breath and fought to have a coherent thought. His mind had turned to mush with his climax, and then, just as he had started to think, he had felt Severus releasing, and his brain had tripped out once again.
Lying on the sand and wrapped up in the cloak, the two men calmed. Nuzzling one bitten shoulder, knowing that he hadn't turned his mate, Harry said, “I don't like you being hurt. Please stay safe.”
“I will try,” Severus replied. “But I can't control other's actions.” He kissed the black hair. “But do remember I have a horcrux now.” Even as he said it, he thought about what he'd found out. Did he have protection? Yes, he'd split his soul; completed the ritual, but was that enough to provide him with a back-up plan should the Dark Lord – or someone else – seek his death? And, if so, how was Harry to go about re-creating a body, if one were needed? Severus had no desire to go through the ritual the Dark Lord had.
It was all such a mess. And Severus didn't know. That was the worst part. He just didn't know if there was a way to prevent Harry being caused pain if Snape died.
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The Prophet published a few more articles about Harry being a werewolf during April, but as they really had nothing new to say, they had taken to padding out the pieces with 'expert' opinions. As those opinions included Ministry officials, Harry had snorted and rolled his eyes when he had read them.
His change went well; after all, Severus had hand delivered the Wolfsbane to him on the beach.
After spending a few days thinking and discussing things with Hermione, he had decided to focus on the horcruxes. He still felt a tightness in his chest every time he realised he had made that decision and wondered if it was the right one.
One hand spent most of its time in his pocket, clutching the galleon in the hopes that it would get warm; so far he and Severus had exchanged a dozen short messages, all much the same: “I'm fine. I miss you.” The other hand crossed his stomach and protected their child.
After long hours spent outside being buffeted by the wind and making plans, the three had decided to go to Gringotts and somehow get into the vault. Hermione was very reluctant to do it; partly because it seemed inherently dangerous, but mainly because she was nearly as protective of Harry's pup as Harry himself was.
The plan involved the witch becoming Bellatrix, and that made her feel positively ill. She regretted ever having found one of the witch's black strands of hair on her clothes after their escape. Harry would hide under the invisibility cloak, and Ron would be disguised magically. If Griphook helped them, they could get into the vault and get the cup. Of course, Griphook agreed to help... for a price.
“I want the sword,” he declared and sneered at the look of consternation on Harry's face.
“We need it to defeat You-Know-Who,” Harry argued.
“The sword or nothing, Potter. It is a Goblin artefact, stolen by the wizarding community, like so many of our possessions.”
“Stolen?!” Harry had been incensed at the implied slur on his House founder's name. There was no way he was giving up the one method they had of getting rid of the horcruxes. But, if they didn't, they couldn't get the cup; so what point holding onto the sword? But if they got the horcrux, which they could only get by handing over the sword, they'd then need the bloody weapon. It was a ridiculous situation.
Frustrated, he had stormed outside after grabbing his back pack. He wanted to go through all the items and check nothing he had could help. His fingers curled around the small snitch given him by Severus and he let his heat warm the metal. The other snitch – the one willed him by Albus Dumbledore – was kept safely in a zipped pocket. He had no idea what use it could be, as there clearly could not be much hidden inside the small walnut sized ball, but he hoped to goodness that the older wizard hadn't just been having one of his moments of randomness when he had decided to leave it to Harry.
Surely it had to mean something?
Ron's present had had an extra use – allowing him to return to them after he'd lost his temper; and Hermione's book had also proven important – it had led them to the Hallows. And that made his stomach churn again. Dumbledore had given Hermione the book, he'd known she'd work out the symbol and learn about the Hallows. So, surely that meant they were supposed to hunt the three items, not Voldemort's soul?
He growled, rubbing his aching head. Searching through his bag he felt a pain in a finger and gasped. He sucked the small wound before being more careful in his explorations this time. Carefully, he tugged out the offending item – a small piece of mirror edged with a small amount of Harry's blood. Looking into it, he remembered Sirius giving him the mirror, telling him they could communicate using it. How he wished he could have found the partner mirror and handed it to Severus, but he hadn't thought when they'd been living at Grimmauld Place. And now it was too late: the house was denied them.
A flash of bright blue eye made him draw in a startled breath. “Sir?” he whispered, thinking that that eye had looked very like his old headmaster's eye. “I really need some help,” he muttered, thinking about all the thoughts whirling around his head and confusing the hell out of him.
There was a crack! and Dobby the house elf faced him, face split with a smile that beamed at the sight of his favourite wizard.
“Harry Potter, sir! How can Dobby help?!”
“What the hell?!” Harry gasped out, utterly bewildered at the sight of the creature.
“Harry Potter is calling for help, sir. Dobby is helping Harry Potter.”
Rubbing his forehead again, Harry shook his head. “Right, but, erm, how?”
“Aberforth Dumbledore, sir, he is sending Dobby.”
“Dumbledore?!” This was more of a squeal than normal. “Dumbledore?”
There was sudden movement behind him. Ron and Hermione were standing close together, wands out, aiming roughly in Harry's direction. Their eyes bulged when they took in the house elf.
“We-we heard...” Hermione trailed off. “Dobby?!”
Quickly Harry explained what had happened. “And now I've got Dobby to help us.”
The three humans seemed to all draw breath together and stare at the small being, trying to fathom just how the elf could be standing there, and, more importantly, how he could help.
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CH17 Preview: Erm, can't find a bit to include that doesn't give too much away … sorry! SP
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