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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 hunt had been on for an hour and Harry was having a blast. The New Marauders had been intermingled throughout the two teams to give Harry access to how the various houses were progressing. Harry had seen multiple spells being cast to ‘kill’ and to capture. The rules were designed that if a team mate could not rescue you in a certain amount of time, you were ‘dead’.

            Harry was walking around the seventh floor when he noticed a familiar pair sneaking around another corner. Harry stuck close to the wall interested in what the vampire and elemental were up to. He soon found out as he saw Seamus and Dean snogging in a darkened corner.

            The vampire elbowed his friend, then straightened, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Two traitors or is it a forbidden love affair?” The vampire sneered at the two boys with opposite armbands. “What do you think Flaxen?”

            Flaxen smiled evilly at the couple, “Oh, I think it’s a regular double cross and betrayal. Do we know what to do to traitors, Dimitri?” The elemental raised his wand to keep the boys from any sudden movements to defend themselves.

            Harry smiled as the two pairs bantered back and forth. Harry’s own arm band matched Dean’s. He smiled as the idea hit him. He stealthily maneuvered towards the combatants and flicked his wand a few times. The surprised shrieks from the now three strung up light side members was satisfying, especially with Seamus cussing up a storm.

            “Fecking hell, Harry, Ima bleedin’ marauder!” His face was a slight red as the blood started to flow down into it. He flailed and swung back and forth in vain to do whatever he thought he was doing.

            “Yeah, but you’re on the other team, ya Irish light prat.” Harry laughed and Dean joined in, while the three hanging upside down just scowled. “I’m sure you might have some team mates up here, maybe you can yell really loud, or send a patronus. That is if you were paying attention in the DA.” Harry smirked and grabbed Dean as he caught the sound of approaching feet running in their direction and ran.

            They ducked into an alcove and leaned against the wall breathing heavy, trying to calm themselves from running so fast. Dean leaned back towards the wall and fell through a door into a passage way that was draped in spider web and dust. The creators of the web long dead from the clogging dust in their webs, at least Harry and Dean hoped.

            “I have never seen this passage before,” Harry wondered aloud. He mentally asked Hogwarts for the information he needed about the passage. The images came back to him of where this secluded walkway led; they were heading down towards the library.

            “I wonder where it leads, mate.” Dean was swatting at webbing that tried its best to cling to every surface of his person. Harry aimed a repelling charm at his friend and one at himself. The webbing started to avoid them like they were their destruction. The travel was fast because the amount of space for movement. The solid dark wood door at the end of the passage beckoned to the two Gryffindors after the creepy dimness of the corridor.

            Harry led the way through and ducked as a spell hit a bookcase right pass the exit he stuck his head out of. He thought someone had seen him, but soon heard several shouts indicating a wicked duel going on. He motioned for Dean to move forward to peek from their hidden vantage point. They saw a two on two match of light and dark spells being traded. In the midst of it they recognized Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger as two of the combatants.

            “I’m going to enjoy defeating you, Malfoy.”

            “Oh, what a surprise Granger, I thought now that you weren’t on the Golden boy’s team you wouldn’t have any problem with me.” Draco parried a hex thrown at him, while he cast one of his own.

            “Harry never called me mudblood and made me feel like I had something to prove. You were the one that made me feel like I would never have a place here.” Hermione dodged a double cast that Draco had been working on. She sneered and Professor Snape might have taken a step back at the facial expression.

            “Don’t blame me for your shortcomings. I’m not the one who betrayed the only honest wizard there is.” Draco cast a shield to catch his breath. He was really impressed by the muggle-born girls casting ability and stamina.

            “What are you, girl, made of energy?” He queried and ducked behind a book shelf.

            “Harry taught us to conserve our energy for the spells we cast. He taught us that if we tire too soon we can lose a duel we know we can win.” She cast several spells in a row that lifted the books of the shelf out of the way and hit Draco with a body bind.

            “I know what I did was wrong, but what about you? Dumbledore had me convinced that Harry would turn on me eventually, because of his pureblood father and the fact that his mother had magical blood as well. I know I was stupid to trade my friend for acceptance in your world, but I tell you this. There is nothing I will not do to make it up to him and gain his forgiveness. And one day you and I won’t be playing in school.” She raised her wand and cast a spell making the blonde levitate to the top of the book shelf and placed a disillusionment charm around him.

            “Malfoy, you’re dead. No one will find you here until it’s over.” Hermione followed her team mate out of the library leaving the two invisible opponents.

            Harry motioned for Dean to exit with him into the now deserted library. “You are one lucky git, Draco,” Harry said as he revealed the struggling teen and brought him down to the ground.

            “I am going to make that mudblood pay!” Draco yelled and started out of the library.

            “Draco Malfoy,” Harry said, low. “You will never use that word in my presence again if you want any place in my bed. My mother was muggle-born, Dean is muggle-born,” here he pointed to a scowling Dean, “And several other highly contributing members of our world are muggle-born; you will not use that slur again.” Harry’s magic started to whip up a before absent wind and Draco edged away from the angry Gryffindor.

            “I’m sorry, Harry, I fell into old habits, but she deserves whatever she gets.” Draco stood straight like he was putting his foot down on the point.

            “That is the problem with where we are now. We keep falling back on old bad habits. Magic is our unifier and we a community because of it. I was wronged by her and will see to forgiveness of her slight, but it is not for you to fight for me. She has a real beef with you, Draco.” Harry took a deep breath as his magic and temper calmed.

            “Come one Harry, Draco, we need to get back to the hunt. See where we can make some trouble in the true tradition of the Marauder.” Dean started out of the library followed by Harry and Draco, and team mate.

            Severus was not having fun, he chanted to himself as he hexed a pack Gryffindors, one of them being his so called sire. He had glued them upside down to the walls between portraits near Gryffindor Tower. He was sneaking down to his dungeons to see if any of his snakes were hiding instead of fighting. He was all for the Slytherin wait and see who comes out on top philosophy, but this was about training to save some of their life or their families.

            “Severus, it is good to see you faring well in this atrocity.” A cultured and self satisfied voice cut into Severus’ thoughts.

            “Lucius, how in the name Merlin did you get into Hogwarts?” Severus let a little of the distain he felt for his ex-friend lace his inquiry.

            “You seem like you are not happy to see me. I am on a mission for our Lord. The wards tonight are weakened by this activity and it was an opportunity that I could not let pass.” Lucius sauntered over to the new vampire running a hand over Severus’ lower back. He wrapped an arm around the dark man and pulled him forward flush against him.

            “What is this mission?” Severus ignored the man’s arm around him more intent on learning vital intelligence than being molested.

            “Always about business, Sev, you never relax.” Lucius squeezed the other man’s ass. “I can do wonderful things to this body you take such good care of. If only you would let me have access. I so hate being gifted this perfection when you displease him. I want you to come to me on your own, sink to your knees, and beg me to take you, especially after your turn.” Lucius lowered his mouth to Severus’ neck sucking the skin there and making Severus moan. He was paying for his self-imposed abstinence from Harry with this warm mouth caressing his sensitive skin.

            “What are you doing here?” Severus’ question came out as more of a croak than his usual stoic, firm voice. His knees almost buckled when Lucius bit the spot he sucked on.

            “I am here for Potter. I am to enlist your assistance and cause him to have an accident.” Lucius moved up to whisper his words into Severus’ ear, letting his warm breath swirl and tease the erogenous zone.

            “I won’t ask whether I am interrupting anything. I will just assume I am.” Harry smirked at the wide eyed look on Severus’ face. Something in Harry clinched at seeing Severus in Lucius Malfoy’s embrace. When he heard the moan pass the potion master’s lips he wanted to hex them both, but the mention of a mission had stayed his hand.

            “You are correct Mr. Potter; you are interrupting, but no matter it saves time not having to look for you.” Lucius flipped his wand in his hand and thrust Severus in front of him like a human shield and threw a hex at Harry.

            Harry had let his guard down with his…jealousy, was it really jealousy? He was slammed against the dungeon wall and his vision started to dim. The last clear image he saw was Lucius’ sneering face from above him.

            Harry came to slowly and silently. He listened to his surroundings and pushed his magic out into the room tentatively to see who was with him. He felt Severus’ familiar energy and a dark presence that was tainted by evil intent. He assumed it was Lucius. It was confirmed when he started talking to Severus. Harry was still peeved, but he would take this opportunity to see what information the blonde death eater divulged.

            “The Dark Lord wanted Potter out of the picture, Sev. He wasn’t willing to alienate or motivate the cowardly wizarding community to act if he attacked their children. This shite about a ‘hunt’ was the perfect opportunity. Pettigrew told the Dark Lord about the passage from the Shrieking Shack; it was easy to get in.” Lucius was pacing as he talked, but Severus stood still and calm waiting for an opportunity to get Harry to safety.

            “What is this accident that is supposed to befall the boy savior?”

            “We are going to hang him. The rules say that the captured are to be hung in wait, but with so many people throwing spells and running around here, it is a simple mistake to mistake one end from the other in the frivolity of the night.” Lucius sounded smug and satisfied that he was the most brilliant wizard that ever lived. “I even have one of the student’s wands to do the deed.” He fondled the stolen wand.

            “Why do you need Potter’s wand?”

            “The Dark Lord wants to study why their wands reacted in such an extraordinary fashion at his resurrection.” Lucius started walked towards Harry.

            The teen on the floor stayed still and waited. He had his hands loosened and he only had to pull his real wand and stun the git. Lucius grabbed Harry up and shook him awake.

            “Wake and face your death like a man, Potter.” The spittle from the exclamation flecked across Harry’s face.

            “I always thought the Malfoy’s were more cultured than to be crass enough to spray spit when they talk.” Harry was egging Lucius to an opening. “I mean I can’t think too much for you for spouting pureblood supremacy when you follow a half blood fanatically.”

            “You will take that comment back, Mr. Potter.” Lucius’ voice lowered in a deadly tone.

            “Or what?” Harry smirked.

            Lucius finally gave him his opening when he grabbed Harry with both his hands. Harry whipped his wand up into his hand and pressed it to Lucius’ throat. The blonde just stared at the wand and then looked to Severus.

            “Exactly, you will do nothing.” Harry said and stunned the man. He quickly grabbed Malfoy by the collar and ignored Severus; he disappeared and was back in a few moments. Severus was too stunned to move.

            Harry stalked over to Severus and grabbed him by the front of his robes, “What the hell was that?” Harry was angry and Severus could understand why after being captured by Lucius.

            “I was waiting for an opportunity to free you, but you had it well in hand.”

            Harry’s face was cruel when he smiled at Severus from so close, “No, what I mean is what the hell were you doing with Lucius all over you like that? Is that why you haven’t fucked me in weeks? I thought maybe you were just mad about the accidental magic, but you were moaning like a whore with his mouth all over you. He even marked you!” Harry was livid, but Severus wasn’t far behind him after the Gryffindor’s tirade.

            “Kindly unhand my person, Mr. Potter.” Harry immediately complied not having heard that tone from Severus in a while. “Firstly, I have on numerous occasions before our involvement had to endure Lucius’ unsolicited affections. Secondly, I moaned once and only once. Third, I was avoiding our intimacies because our magical volatility. And finally, if you ever liken my to a whore again in such a derogatory manner, you can forget about any future encounters we may have.” Severus smoothed his rumpled robes and ran a hand over the sensitive spot where the mark was and it disappeared.

            Harry suddenly smiled at the Potion Master, “Derogatory? You mean I can call you my cock whore or whisper how you should teach the whores of Knockturn how to moan, as long as it isn’t insulting?” Harry approached Severus slowly swaying to his own internal rhythm. He let the seductive powers of the incubus wrap around him and spread out towards Severus.

            “Harry, I am not sure this is wise. We have most of the upper classes loose running around the castle.”

            “We can put up a shield.”

            “We are in an open corridor, Harry.”

            “I can fix that.” Harry slipped his arms around Severus’ neck and wrapped the shadows around them and deposited them in a large bathroom with a sunken tub like a small pool. “See we are in my private bathroom. We are all alone.”

            Harry caressed the nape of Severus’ neck and lifted his face to kiss the taller man. His nose caught the slight scent of patchouli and sandalwood. Harry was instantly irritated again.

            “First we have to undress and bathe you. You smell like that Malfoy pond scum.” Harry pulled away and flicked his wand at Severus’ body; the clothes instantly disappeared. He didn’t do the same for himself though. He slowly started peeling off his body armor. He swayed with his movements and watched as Severus’ manhood slowly rose to say he noticed the extra effort. He kicked off his boots, not knowing how to sexily hop around and take off dragon hide boots.

            “You are very attractive, Harry Potter. I am beginning to think you are an addiction.”

            “You aren't bad yourself. Who knew under those billowing black robes that body lay uncaressed and untongued? My mouth would have been watering every potions class. I wouldn't have needed someone else to botch up my work; my drool would have done the trick.”

            “Why were you jealous?”

            Harry seemed to contemplate the question while he padded over to Severus naked. He replaced his arms around Severus’ neck, moaning when their erections grazed and rubbed across each other. “You remember that night we acknowledge that we had something…more?”

            “Yes, you looked rather erotic sitting on the floor by my side.”

            “Well, I think of you as mine, but I also know that exclusivity isn’t an option for us. Not until the war is over, at least; and I have Ron to take care of.” Harry lowered his head to his chin seeming sad about their options.

            “Harry, being like this is more than I have experienced in my life thanks to Dumbledore and Riddle. I couldn’t or would know how to handle anything…more.”  Severus placed his mouth over Harry’s, but the kiss was not all consuming and laced with lust, but comforting and familiar in a way that both men had never known existed.

            They pulled apart and smiled at each other. Harry led Severus into the perfect temperature water of the tub and began to wash him. Soon they were both cleaned and smelled of each other. Harry sat Severus on the bathing step and straddled his lap. Severus leaned into Harry’s neck and inhaled the unique light scent that cloaked Harry at all times. His tongue eased out and swiped across a sensitive spot he knew drove Harry insane.

            “Please Severus, bite me and fuck me. I missed you.”

            “As you wish.”

            Severus quickly prepared Harry and sat him on his turgid flesh. Harry lifted and up and down moaning and gasping at being filled so effectively and completely. Severus’ hips jerked and hit Harry’s sweet spot with each meeting of their skin. Harry was reaching his peak and screamed as Severus sank into his throat and pulled. They both came on gasps for air. Blood stained Severus’ mouth, but as his lustful obsidian eyes met aroused verdant orbs, their mouths met in an intensity that spread through the room, but stopped at the walls of the secreted tower. The combatants of the hunt were safe and secure to continue their maneuvers.
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