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Them versus Us
Disclaimer: I don’t own any
characters from the Harry Potter or Van Helsing Universe.
Nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.
Pairings: SS/LM, JP/LE, RL/SB
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy and male/male
relationships. So, if you are AGAINST
such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been warned.
Flames will be ignored.
Beta-read by: Jadwiga.
Thanks hon! You’re the best. Any mistakes after she
has done her work are mine. I would like to thank Mitts for stepping in to
beta-read while Jadwiga is recovering from being
sick.
Notes: I know everyone expects
Lucius to be dominating, but no. For my muses wicked purposes he’s going to be
totally OOC.
Special thank you to: reviewer,
random person 32, Wilder, and to those who have read and didn’t review thank
you for reading thus far. I hoped you enjoyed it.
Thoughts
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Summary: Lucius is caught unawares and pays for it dearly.
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Chapter 2: Meetings
The young witches and wizards were
back for another year at Hogwarts. Many changes had taken place. Among these
changes was one Draco Malfoy.
The white haired young blond had
grown over the past summer. Draco now stood at an impressive height of six
feet. He was still several inches shorter than his father, but so far he was
the tallest one out of the sixth year males.
Ronald Weasley
came next at 5’11 ½”. He told his best friends that he’ll be even with Malfoy
by the end of the school year. Even Hermione Granger had grown a few inches.
She was a petite five foot five, an average height for a girl her age.
She also gained quite a few
admirers, and that didn’t sit too well with Ron, as he wrapped an arm around
her slender waist to let the male populace know that the Muggle-born
know-it-all Gryffindor was off limits.
But the one who shocked them all
was Harry Potter. He wasn’t as tall as Malfoy, nor was he short like Hermione.
Harry was perfect.
Finally after living with his
godfathers, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, Harry was
starting to grow. If it hadn’t been for the lack of care by Harry’s aunt and
uncle, the boy would have been towering over everyone,
but that didn’t happen.
Lily’s sister did nothing but
abuse Harry. Her and her husband, Vernon, kept Harry in the cupboards under the stairs until he
received his acceptance letter from Hogwarts. From then on out they put Harry
upstairs in their son’s other room with broken and forgotten toys for fear of
being sent to jail, or worse a wizard’s jail. The Dursley’s
didn’t want to have anything to do with anything related to magic. It was just
not normal or natural.
They still treated Harry less than
human, by making him do all of the house chores. This included mowing the lawn,
tending to the garden, painting the garage, and so on. Unless Harry was doing
one of these chores, he wasn’t allowed to go outside otherwise. The Dursley’s feared that their neighbors would realize that
Harry wasn’t like them.
But that was the least of their
concerns.
At only sixteen years of age Harry
was one of the richest kids in school (next to Malfoy) and the other Slytherins. However, just like any other teenager going
through life changing events, Harry couldn’t talk about it with any one.
Besides Harry being the only
person to survive being hexed with an Unforgivable Curse and surviving, he had
a secret.
A secret that not even his best
friends or godfather’s knew about. But Harry wasn’t the only one hiding
something.
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The train ride was uneventful,
which surprised the Trio of Gryffindor. Normally, Malfoy would go out of his
way to hunt them down, but they hadn’t seen the ice prince of Slytherin. Not even at the sorting feast.
“I’m telling you, mate, that
annoying git took the Dark Mark and isn’t coming
back,” Ron declared as he looked around for more chicken drumettes.
But neither Harry nor Hermione
paid any attention to the red head, as their eyes were fixed at the head table.
Professor Dumbledore stood to make his annual speech, or something like it.
“Welcome all to another year at
Hogwarts. Just as a reminder from our caretaker, Mr. Flich…
the Forbidden Forest is off limits, no spell casting in between classes; and a
list of banned items for pranks is posted on his door—do stop by and view them.
Also, we have an exchange student from America this year—Leiland Phoenix, as
well as his bodyguard, Gabriel Vaungh. Please make
them feel welcome.”
Professor Dumbledore clapped his
hands and the dessert appeared. Besides Malfoy’s empty seat, Professor Snape’s
presence wasn’t looming over the Great Hall either.
A new adventure was on the horizon
for the Gryffindor Trio. Somehow, Malfoy and Snape’s absence were connected.
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Wiltshire, South-west England
Malfoy Manor
Lucius Malfoy was currently dictating a
letter the Australian Ministry of Magic, when the double solid oak doors of his
study were suddenly blown off its hinges. He was instantly surrounded by armed
men. He didn’t have time to draw his wand. He kept a tight hold of his walking
cane just in case.
The lord stood ramrod straight—the
very essences of his noble breeding showed.
“I don’t know who you are, nor do
I care, but breaking and entering is illegal by both authorities,” Lucius
vented, outraged that someone had dared to infiltrate his home.
But before he could react, a few
seconds later, another figure emerged with Narcissa.
The female struggled to free herself but couldn’t.
“Lucius!” she cried out.
“Lord Malfoy, we can make this
easy and walk out of here calmly, or we can make this difficult and walk out of
here with you on stretcher. But either way you are coming with us.”
The tall wizard smiled. “My wards
around my manor are impregnable against wizards and Muggles
and since you’re neither…”
“We are Slayers.”
The smile dropped from the aristocrat’s
face. “Oh, shit,” Lucius whispered to himself, quickly unsheathing his wand. But
it was too late.
Lucius dropped to the floor
heaving, as he pulled out two darts from his chest. The last thought on his
mind was what Severus told him briefly about the bane of his existence….the
Slayers.
oOo Flashback oOo
August, 1979
The servants cowered in fear as they passed by the closed
doors of their master’s bedchamber. He was fighting with his handsome mate,
again.
“I can take care of myself, you pompous bastard!”
Crack!
Something hit the wall and shattered to the floor.
“Now you listen to me…” Severus snarled growling at the
same time, showing his displeasure with his hardheaded mate.
Thump!
A body was thrown against the wall, but any and all acts of
violence stopped once the seductive blond gazed heatedly into fathomless onyx
orbs. Severus knew that look.
Slowly, the other man raised slender fingers to caress his
lover’s smooth pale face. Gone was the glamour charm. Silver-blue eyes feasted
greedily upon long silky raven hair. Sharp fangs barely could be seen from
behind crimson thin lips, but he knew they were there and he wanted to feel
them upon his skin, sinking down into his flesh.
He parted his mate’s white shirt, breaking the buttons with
ease. The span of pale hairless chest made his blood rush. To the dark haired
wizard his ears drummed in time with the blonde’s pulse. He wasn’t going to be
able to resist the call of his mate.
“Take me, Severus,” the low harmonious voice pleaded
working its magic around him, ensnaring him. Severus was caught by his
insatiable lover.
Hungry lips met in a brutal kiss.
Rripp.
“Hey! This robe is expensive.”
But the cry fell on deaf ears. “You’re not wearing any
clothes under your robe, my precious Veela. Why is
that?” Severus asked nipping his mate’s bottom lip, tasting the richness of his
thick velvet blood.
The other groaned with desire.
Severus didn’t let him respond, traveling downward to hard
nipples. His incisors slightly pierced the sensitive nub causing it to leak red,
and he did the same to its partner.
Severus snaked his extensive narrow tongue out to lap up
the slow flowing liquid. The wet muscle circled its prize then quickly wiggled
back and forth, causing the small pebbles of flesh to swell further. He came
back up to seize bruised bloodied lips.
The vital fluid continued to flow down muscular abs on to
slender hips. The trail of crimson followed the natural contours of the well
toned body and began to drip down the budding erection. A puddle was pooling at
the couple’s bare feet.
Hands danced around Severus’ back until they came to the
front of his trousers, releasing the buckle and allowing the garment to drop
around his ankles. He kicked the restricting material off to the side some
where as he rid his mate of his robe.
Severus ‘ahhed’ as skillful
fingers wrapped around his rigid member and began stroking him.
More thumping and bumping could be heard outside of their
room. Then it all stilled. Heavy breathing and moaning followed. The volume of
pleasure picked up and the staff decided it was time to give them some privacy.
Not quite making it to the bed, Severus fell to the floor and
into the puddle of blood with his lover on top him, then flipping over to
swiftly bury himself into the supple body beneath him.
They grunted on the first thrust, again on the next.
Fingernails lengthened, raking down his unblemished back, leaving angry red
lines in their wake, and quicksilver orbs narrowed with slits similar to a
cat’s, Severus’ blond lover had taken a partial transformation while his own
body changed as well. Black onyx eyes completely filled, sharp fangs stretched
out of his mouth. Severus’ ears elongated to points—they were no longer round,
or hidden by his hair. The elven like appendages
peered through a slight parting of hair.
“Oh, Lucius,” Severus whispered grabbing his lover’s
neglected semi-hard organ, using the blood as a lubricant to pump it with ease as
he rode his blond.
Lucius spread his legs further apart to receive more of his
mate. Stars danced a cross his vision with each deep plunge from Severus’ delectable
cock. Then he felt something warm and wet trailing down the side of his neck.
“Ahh,” Lucius moaned as Severus
suckled his blood as a baby would to its mother’s breast. He arched his back as
his stomach dropped and he released his essence between their sweat soaked
bodies. A few seconds following his completion, Severus squirted his seed into
the tranquil body below him.
Severus’ senses were in overdrive. The scent of blood and
semen stirred his desire for more of his mate but he needed to finish talking
to Lucius.
Picking up where they had left off, Severus had to make
sure his lover understood the danger that he would be in if he was up against a
Slayer.
In a more loving tone to his lover after resettling in the
king size canopy bed he said, “I’m telling you this for a damn good reason,
Lucius.”
They lay in bed together, enjoying the post-clitoral high
of their lovemaking. “I know, Severus, but I’m a fully grown wizard and Veela, I am quite capable of defending myself and our
child,” Lucius replied, putting his red stained hand on his still flat stomach.
Then silver orbs noticed a barely visible scar on his
mate’s shoulder and asked about it. Severus explained he received it from being
stabbed with a specially made silver stake dipped in some type of poison, but
he killed the person before he could find out what type of poison it was.
“That Slayer would have killed me had he been able to
inject me with the poison. I managed to escape the lot of them, but they won’t
give up. Lucius please be reasonable…I don’t want anything to happen to you or
our child. If they ever discover that I have a mate and donor, they will stop
at nothing to get to you and Narcissa.”
“You also forget that Narcissa
and I are of noble Veela blood. We can take care of
ourselves,” Lucius reaffirmed with a slight kiss to his mate’s pouty ruby lips. “Enough of this talk
about your past. Come, my love, I know you must be hungry?” the blond purred,
tilting his head to the left, exposing his jugular at the same time, and
spreading himself wide across the massive bed.
Not needing any further encouragement, Severus settled
between porcelain sculptured legs, diving again into the well prepared body of
his lover, while sinking his aching fangs into the offered neck vein.
oOo End of flashback
oOo
Gazing cautiously around the headmaster’s
office, Gabriel spied books of various subjects on the many shelves from floor
to ceiling. As well as mobiles of the solar system displayed on a table in the
antechamber, there were also various maps and astrological compasses.
What enthralled Vanhelsing the most was the moving and talking portraits.
There were absolutely fascinating.
“Previous
headmasters and headmistresses of our school, my boy.”
Startled, Vanhelsing
whipped his head around to the elderly wizard. He wasn’t use to people being
able to sneak up on him and it nearly gave him a heart-attack.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…it’s
just that I’ve never seen animated pictures before,” Vanhelsing
fumbled.
A shaky wrinkled hand came up to
forestall the rest of his sentence. “No need to apologize. I understand that America’s way of magic is quite different than ours. Now, as I
stated in my letter you, you will house near Mr. Phoenix. Your room is down the
hall from Professor Snape’s own personal chamber. Should you need anything just
let him know. Also, Professor Snape’s classroom and private lab is on the other
side of his room, so if you cannot find-” but the headmaster was cut off as a
figure in black stomped into his office completely unaware of Vanhelsing’s presence.
“They got him, Albus!”
“Severus, calm down. Who got
whom?”
“The Slayers! They bloody got him and I have no fucking way of getting
him back!”
The Potions master took a calming
breath taking in the unique lemon scent of his employer and the scent of mixed blood.
Severus whirled around to face the headmaster’s guest.
“This is Mister Gabriel Vaungh. He will be residing in the dungeons for the term.”
Severus stood his full height
sneering down at the human. Something was not quite right about the mortal.
“Do forgive me if I don’t shake
your hand. I find that I don’t need to know about a person any more than I need
to,” replied Snape in his condescending voice that scared plenty of students
and adults.
Vanhelsing was ruffled somewhat. The vampire had an over shadowing
aura. Not quite evil and not quite good. The professor was at war with himself—Vanhelsing could sense Snape’s inner turmoil.
“You’re empathic?” Snape
questioned, narrowing his eyes.
“Not exactly, but my instincts
tells me if the people that I’m dealing with are friend or foe,” Vanhelsing answered truthfully.
“Do you know what I am, Mr. Vaungh?”
Vanhelsing shook his head negatively, feigning ignorance, and before
he could blink, Snape was behind him—standing intimately close.
“Oh, but I believe that you do,”
Severus said sending an icy chill down Vanhelsing’s
spine. Then he was gone.
“Please forgive, Severus. He is a
little upset at the moment.”
“Right the…uh,
Slayer thing.”
Dumbledore gave Vanhelsing a piercing look but said nothing. “No, it’s more
than that. Our government has restricted dark magical creatures now more so
than ever. However, in their mad dash for separation, the MOM has left the door
wide open for the worse powerful wizard of our time to recruit the top four.
“The royal families of Elves and
their clans have ceased communication with the magical world. The head of the Veela clan here in England has turned up missing—causing havoc with the community.
The werewolves are but a step away. I am hoping that the Alpha is strong enough
to resist, Voldemort,” Dumbledore explained.
“What about vampires? I know that
they exist, because they reside in America.”
“Ah, Vampires… they like so many
others want to exist peacefully without drawing any unwanted attention to
themselves. The nobles around the globe have made certain mandates in regards
to blood restriction and creation with the Ministry of Magic: Foreign and
Domestic division. However, presently our government have
made some amendments to the new laws.
“While natural reproduction hasn’t
been a problem—only vampires over five hundred years old can actually reproduce
the old fashion way—blood supply has been an issue. Blood banks have been
established to support them, though the supply available has been modified. The
Ministry feels that vampires are taking advantage of it.”
So, that’s why vampires cut down on killing
humans, Vanhelsing
thought to himself—amazed that the dark ones could curb their appetite for
fresh blood.
“But Fudge has found an ancient
tome regarding lycanthropy. Apparently, one of first vampires created—Vladislaus Dracula—was a great potions maker. He invented
the cure to werewolfism and has locked the secret
away in his castle…”
Vanhelsing did not like where their conversation was going. A lead
ball dropped in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed nervously as his listened
to the old wizard.
“A vanishing spell was placed upon
the castle by his wife, Aleera, should something
happen to her husband.”
No wonder I couldn’t go back and search the
place.
“Now in order to remove spell,
Dracula’s descendant must be the one to undo the spell,” Dumbledore said.
Vanhelsing wanted to close his eyes in defeat, or scream. The Holy
Order of Rome was not going to like this bit of news.
“Aleera
was a very cunning witch as the story goes. She manipulated the spell so
Dracula’s heir make the castle re-appear with a blood spell and she also
charmed the parchments so that only the heir could read the cure for
werewolves. At some point before his death, Dracula must have used werewolves,”
Dumbledore prattled on. “But of course this is all to be rumored.”
This was not what Vanhelsing wanted to hear. “Just out of curiosity, does
Dracula have an heir? Old Romanian folklore says that no child was ever born…
Dracula was after all… dead.”
As Dumbledore posed his mouth to
answer the question, Professor McGonagall walked into the office interrupting
them.
“Sorry, Albus,
but the first years have arrived. Your presence is now required in the Great
Hall,” she quickly stated to the Headmaster, and then walked back out,
completely ignoring Vanhelsing.
Gabriel followed behind the wizard,
pondering over everything that the old man had told him.
The cure for Lycanthropy was in
Dracula’s castle. He didn’t use the only dose and the only way to get to the
castle was to get Snape’s blood and have him cast the incantation to make the
castle appear. However, the down side to vanquishing Snape would that the cure
would be lost, possibly forever, since Snape was the only who could by-pass the
enchantments.
He needed to talk to Karl and
inform the Order of the latest development. Most importantly let the Slayers
know not to kill Snape. If anything, they needed him alive until he could
figure a way out of this conundrum.
Man, life sometimes sucked trying
to do gods work.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Tell me what you think. I
know it’s been quite a while since I had posted the first chapter but life got
in the way as well as some other projects that took away my attention. Any
comments or suggestions are welcomed.
Nemesis
oOoOo Teaser Chapter 3 oOoOo
“Don’t be such a baby, AJ. He
doesn’t look so tough. I mean without his wand, he can’t do much damage,
right?”
“You guys need to step away from
Lord Malfoy. He’s quite dangerous without his wand.”
“Come on, Karl! What’s he going to
do? Knock me out with his hair?” Jason mocked, but as he walked away from the
exam table he was suddenly caught in a choke hold.
A guttural growl filled the
medical bay.
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