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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83472 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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The screams filled the bedchamber, echoing in Harry’s ears and his body slowed down, reluctant to enter the bedroom. Severus held his hand in a comforting way and his eyes were drawn to Remus, the amber eyes flat and brimming with tears.

“I can’t go in,” Remus’ voice tiny and miserable, Severus turned to look at him, “Please.”

“You’ve never struck me as a coward, Lupin,” Severus spat the words with disdain, “ Don’t start now or maybe he means nothing to you, just another death eater!” the severe tone in Severus’ voice made the werewolf lower his eyes. Harry stunned at the venom from the potion master, grabbed his hand and made him look in his direction, his eyes filled with questions. Remus stumbled ahead of them, his shoulders squared and his body tense. With hushed tones, Severus addressed the upset Harry.

“Lucius will need him to be strong,” Severus explained, Harry sighed understanding but still upset with the harsh words directed at the anxious man, “Harry, Lucius is the closest thing to family that I have, please understand.”

Dark eyes met his, the pleading look in them breaking Harry’s heart, putting himself in his shoes for a moment and realizing that he would do or say anything to save his own friends. An agonised scream pierced the silence, the two men jumped at the sound. Severus kissed Harry, a brief touch of lips in a tender gesture before sprinting into the bedroom.

Pale, sweat drenched and writhing in agony, Lucius looked like a shell of his former self. Amelia was kneeling on the bed, not even having taken the time to dress, her hand soothing his fevered brow, her eyes filled with despair. Hope flared in the unusual blue eyes as she regarded Severus’ entry, the trembling in her voice shocking the potion master.

“Please, you must know how to help him!” Remus stood by the bed, wringing his hands and his gaze was frantic with the need to do something that would help. Harry walked over to his former professor, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. Wild amber eyes looked at him , silently begging for his help.

“Harry, I don’t know what to do.” the desolation evident in his normally upbeat voice, Harry squeezed his shoulder feeling at a loss for an answer. An idea popped into his head and his heart raced at the thought.

Severus was standing by the side of the bed, his wand flicking over the prone Lucius, nothing seemed to be having any effect, Harry noticed for the first time his dark mark. The black lines were spreading up his arm, the darkness moving through his veins. The mark was poisoning and torturing the moaning blond, his hair was plastered to his face , his head twisting back and forth with the pain being inflicted by Voldemort.

Harry took a calming breath and leaned over the malevolent tattoo, his mind switching into parseltongue without him even being aware of it. The first hissed syllables drawing gasps from Amelia and Remus, Severus watched with fiery eyes.

“Releaseee himmm” Harry hissed with malice at the writhing snake, it’s red eyes regarded him with pure hatred and he shivered. Lucius screamed and Harry swore he heard the snake laugh, a low hissed tone of mirth.

“I orderrr youuu tooo releaseee himmm!” the snake’s narrowed eyes fixed on Harry’s angry green ones, it swayed its head and tasted the air. Its red gaze flickered to the potion master, Harry’s heart raced.

“Voldemort is watching us.” the feeling of certainty at his words made Severus pale slightly, Amelia looked ready to pounce on the tattoo.

“Tell the snake eyed bastard that if he wants a war I’ll give him a WAR!” her voice reflecting the wrath that she felt, Harry shook his head at her and Lucius moaned. His pained gasp drawing their attention back to the undulating snake on his forearm, its body flicking, the blackness creeping up, nearly at his shoulder now.

“Letttt himmm gooo!”

“Youuu arreee nott hissss masssterrrr, theee darrkkk oneee isss yoursss!” for a moment the words confused Harry, his eyes following the direction of the hissing serpents line of sight, Severus stood watching the exchange with great trepidation.

“Severusss isss mineee?” the snake gave a venomous hiss but nodded its bobbing head, Lucius screeched and the snake hissed its delight. Severus gasped and clutched his arm, his dark eyes pained. Testing a theory, Harry stalked over to the potion master, yanking his sleeve up to expose his dark mark. The snake immediately cowered at the sight of Harry, it twisted on itself and Severus’ eyes relaxed.

“The pain has stopped, I feel his anger but the pain is gone.” his rich tone full of awe and surprise as he stared at Harry, unable to resist he kissed the potion master. A brief touch of their tongues to satisfy the hunger that was ever present between them.

“Why won’t it help Lucius!” Amelia pleaded, Harry turned to look at her trying to restrain the trashing blond.

“It won’t listen to me, I’m not its master,” he gave Severus a quirk of his eyebrow, “Apparently Severus is mine.” Widened eyes sneered at him, before a small smile twitched at the corner of Severus’ mouth, the potion master’s whispered reply for Harry’s ears only.

“I am yours.” Harry couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face and the twitch of his cock at the hushed words.

A commotion from the doorway alerted them to the presence of Draco and Saul, the younger blond paled at the vision of his groaning father. Running to his side immediately, not even giving anyone a second look. His face a mask of misery and fear, he turned to speak to Harry, his words strained and scared.

“What can we do, you have to be able to help him!” Severus stepped forward, his face resolute in his decision, Harry’s heart sank. Fear overwhelming him, part of him already knowing what he was going to say.

“I have to see the Dark Lord, I will try and stop this.” his body drawn up and tense. Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hard embrace.

“No, no, no, he’ll kill you.” Severus held him tightly and kissed the top of his head,the gesture made Harry want to cry.

“Harry, if he wanted me dead, I would be in Lucius’ predicament.” his words calm and steady but Harry could feel the thudding of his heart through his robes. Shaking, Harry nodded his acceptance of Severus’ words, the feeling of despair threatening to take over as he clutched the man tighter against him, afraid to let him go. The floo flared to a harassed looking Madame Pomfrey exited followed by a concerned Dumbledore. Instantly the nurse began to fuss around Lucius, her wand travelling up and down his drenched body, her eyes flittered to take in the naked Amelia at his side. She frowned and shook her head, her face a mask of bewilderment.

“I cannot stop the poison from spreading, I can put him a magical coma, but it will not stop the progress of the magic.” Draco began to weep, Saul pulling the distraught blond into his arms. Amelia sat silently, her eyes fixed on Remus’ distressed amber ones.

“Do what you have to do,” Harry’s voice cracked with emotion, Severus hugged him one last time and apparated, “I love you.” Harry whispered.

“Put him under,” Remus begged, Lucius was delirious with agony, his pain filled mutterings were broken and incoherent, “I can’t see him suffer anymore.” Poppy flicked her wand and muttered an incantation, Lucius became still and deathly quiet. Draco let out a whimper at the silence from his father, Poppy ran her wand over him and sighed.

“He’s in a coma, the magical poison is moving rapidly,” her looked frustrated, turning to Dumbledore, “There is nothing that I can do.” the last words hushed and resigned to the fact that Lucius was going to die.

“No, please!” Draco threw himself onto the bed, cradling his father’s head in his hands and weeping brokenly. Saul approached with apprehension and touched the crying blonds’ shoulder, Draco’s hand grabbed his and squeezed it.

“Please don’t let my father die.” his pleas were directed at Amelia and Saul, Remus gasped at the implication behind the words. Harry stunned that Draco would even be contemplating the idea of the vampires turning Lucius.

“Draco, we have to see if Severus can do anything,” Saul pulled the shaking teen into his arms, his face muffled in his chest as he continued to sob. “I hope that he can do something?” his question was aimed at Harry, who felt at a loss of what to say. Dumbledore stepped in and answered for him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“I have the utmost faith in Severus, I have no doubt that he will find a way to help his friend.” Harry looked at the old man and felt his heart sink, his face appeared sure but his eyes were troubled.

The hours that followed were the hardest that Harry had ever experienced, he corrected himself at the thought. The days after his first time with Severus when he had been rejected had been the worst. He still felt light headed and breathless at the memory of the heart break the harsh words from the potion master had caused. Severus, the man who had come mean the world to him in such a small amount of time, he pondered the reasons behind the speed their relationship had progressed.

“Soul mates.” Dumbledore mumbled to him, Harry was flustered for moment at the fact that the older wizard had been reading his mind.

“What?”

“You’re soul mates, don’t you feel it?” Harry closed his eyes, the images and emotions when he thought about Severus raced through his mind. His heart elated at the time they had been together and his fear that he would lose the man he loved, Dumbledore was smiling at him when he opened his eyes, a knowing grin, “As I said, soul mates.”

Draco had followed Saul into the sitting room, the rest of them still in the bedchamber. Amelia still beside Lucius, now joined by a fraught Remus, their hands linked over Lucius’ body. Saul closed the door behind Draco, the blond suddenly nervous at the close proximity of Saul’s lithe muscular body. His scent was spicy with a hint of musk, Draco found himself breathing the vampire in, pressing his nose to the cool white neck. Saul’s hand came up to touch his lower back, pulling him forward and pressing their groins together, the hardness he felt against him made Draco whimper.

“Draco, now is not the time,” Saul muttered with regret and pulled away, “I would nothing more than to be with you but I will not take advantage of you.”

Draco slammed his mouth against the vampires, halting any further denying words from the man’s mouth. The vampire quickly dominated the kiss, his hands cupped Draco’ buttocks and lifted him to wrap his legs around his waist. His strength obvious at the effortless way he supported the moaning blond, their hardening cocks pushing forcefully against each other. The little blissful gasps spilled into the smiling vampire’s mouth and he swallowed them down with a moan of his own.

“I want you.” Draco gasped as he broke away from the kiss to take a much needed gulp of air, the vampire appeared unflustered but the straining erection belied his cool exterior. Draco traced a finger along the outline of the long and narrow cock, the vampire’s eyes widened at the sensation and Draco smiled. Saul grabbed Draco roughly and devoured his mouth in a heated kiss, the blond pinned against the door, his thighs tightened around the vampire’s waist as he bucked down to rub himself alongside the rock hard cock.

“Oh Draco.” Saul whispered into his mouth, the blond groaned as Saul thrust up to meet Draco’s downward move, the sensation of their rigid lengths meeting fuelling the arousal filling the room. Their bodies rutting against each other with an increased need, Draco’s heart was pounding and he lapped breathlessly at Saul’s agile tongue.

“I can hear your heart beating for me,” Saul deepened the kiss, robbing the blond of his breath before pulling away long enough to mutter, “I want to be inside you.”

Heart fluttering and his cock spitting inside the straining material of his trousers, Draco writhed at the words. His pulse racing at the idea of the vampire fucking him, his fear outweighed by the desire he felt when he looked into the fiery eyes of the man kissing him, the same desire reflected in those deep hazel eyes.

“Have you ever been with anyone?” Saul asked between the mind melting kisses, Draco’s addled brain struggling to take in the words, a blush gracing his delicate features as he shook his head.

“No, I’ve never..” he paused, mortified at having to admit his inexperience to the handsome worldly vampire, Saul smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his pouting mouth “I’m sorry.” he mumbled, Saul looked at him with bewilderment.

“Why would you apologise,” soft lips caressed Draco’s neck, the tip of Saul’s tongue teasing and tasting the skin, “I want to be the first to taste you,” he empathised the words with a long deliberate lick across the pulse point, “And the first to be buried inside you.”

Incoherent, Draco gasped and rubbed harder against the experienced vampire. The erection he felt pushing alongside his was long and narrow, the thought of the length inside him made his mouth dry with excitement.

“Now.” he breathed, disappointed when Saul shook his head.

“I want to take my time with you,” lapping gently again at his slender neck, “I want you to enjoy every moment we spend together.”

“I will, please.” Draco begged, his cock twitching violently in his trousers, a damp patch forming on the material. Saul reached down, his nimble fingers flicking open the stifling trousers, Draco groaned at the feel of the cool air on his hot cock. Steady fingers stroked the length and Draco bit his lips to keep some semblance of control , the battle lost as Saul added a twist at the end, his foreskin pulled back to expose his leaking tip. Fingertips gathered the fluid that bejewelled his member, Draco’s eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the visual overload of watching Saul suck the essence off his fingers, his lips now shining with his pre-come.

“Mmm you taste wonderful.” those three words and Draco felt his heart stop, his back arched, his cock spilling over Saul’s still stroking hand and spurting onto the vampires’ chest. Saul groaned at the sight, moving Draco with a speed that took his breath away. Draco’s length still erupting as his back hit the sofa, the vampire crushing his lips against his gasping ones. Draco’s felt light headed at the force of his climax, soft little moans reached his ears, looking down and letting out a little moan of desire at the sight of Saul fisting his own cock. The vampire threw head back, his hand moving with an increasing speed. His cock was a pale pink, Draco found himself fascinated by the tip, each stroke back exposed it as Saul pulled back his foreskin. Possessed with a need to taste the handsome man, Draco leaned forward and tentatively lapped at the slit. Saul’s hand halted its strokes, Draco continued his exploration, tiny kittenish licks around the drooling head of his cock. Strong fingers ran through his hair, Saul caressed his scalp and encouraged Draco to continue his exploring. Blushing at the slurping noise he made as he sucked the engorged head into his mouth, his lips moving up and down the smooth shaft. The taste was sweet with a hint of bitter salt, Draco had always loved the combination of salt and sweetness and he hummed his delight at the flavour.

“Draco, oh, yes, that’s it.” Saul’s strained words spurred Draco on to take more of the cool member into his eager mouth, gagging slightly as the length hit the back of his throat. Remembering something Pansy had told him once, he swallowed around the head and his eyes watered at the effort of not choking. The move had obviously been the catalyst for the vampire, his groan of completion was lusty and heart felt. Draco’s mouth was suddenly filled with cool come, the sensation not horrible but strange to him as he struggled to swallow the offering from the trembling vampire. Licking the spillage as he withdrew from the still hard shaft, his tongue chasing anything he missed. Squeaking with surprise as he was hauled into Saul’s arms, the kiss tender and full of passion. The vampire’s tongue mapped the inside of his mouth, chasing the taste of himself.

“You’re beautiful.” Saul’s mouthed against Draco’s lips and the blond felt his heart skip a beat. The crack of apparition made them break apart, both of them quickly tucking their sated cocks away, Draco uttered a cleansing spell, the vampire flinched at the feel of magic bubbling over his skin.

Severus stood pale, his face drawn and troubled. Harry was immediately by his side, the need to touch the man was driving him to make contact with the potion master, he brushed his fingers against the back of Severus’ hand, alarmed at how cold the man felt.

“Severus?”

“Pensieve.” Severus croaked, Dumbledore pulled a vial from his robes, Harry was surprised that the man carried one around with him. Flicking his wand and a viewing bowl appeared, Saul and Draco ran into the room, the blond looking flushed and Harry was determined to tease the blond later. Severus lifted his wand, the swirling mist flowed from him, Amelia watched with inquisitive eyes.

“Everyone lean over the bowl.” Dumbledore ordered as he placed the memory in the bowl for them to see, Harry felt the sensation of falling.

Voldemort was laughing, a high hissing sound. Harry looked at everyone in the room, Saul and Amelia were stunned at the sights that greeted them.

The crack of apparition alerted Voldemort to Severus’ arrival, the grin that graced his face made Harry’s skin crawl.

“Ahh Severussss, I take it that Luciussss is feeling unwell.” he laughed at his own joke, Bellatrix who was sitting to the side of him began to laugh too. Remus looked thunderous at the vision of the woman that killed Sirius. Amelia sensed the change in the werewolf and touched his arm, gently caressing his skin. Harry smiled at the vampire, thankful that she had decided to dress, he was not sure he could have avoided looking.

“Yes, my lord, Lucius is gravely ill.” Severus kept his voice emotionless and calm.

“Good, let the bastard suffer!” Bellatrix’s mad voice echoed in the room.

“Now, now my dear, let’ssss not be too hastyyyy,” Voldemort regarded Severus with a friendly smile, Harry felt his fists clench at the rage building inside him. The potion master standing next to him, grasped his hand and entwined their fingers, the touch instantly diffusing his fury.

“What are you suggesting my lord?” Voldemort raised his hand in a gesture of not now and clapped his hands. The main doors to the room opened, a large dark haired man entered the room, a powerful air about him. Two gasps filled the silence, Amelia and Saul stood with identical stunned expressions on their faces.

Severus who was now sitting to the side of Voldemort viewed the newcomer with indifference, Harry found himself respecting the man even more for the part that he played.

“Ahh Alexander, may I introduce my right hand man, Severussss” the potion master held out his hand to the tall man, eyes filled with pain at the man’s painful grip as they shook hands. Harry looked the man over, though he found his eyes drawn to Saul and Amelia who were staring with fury. The dark haired man stood well over six feet, broad chested and viscous looking, his face scarred, a long line running down his cheek.

“Alexander Petrov.” the man’s Russian accent was still evident in his voice. Harry heard Remus splutter at the man’s name, racking his mind for the familiar surname, eyes turning to look at Amelia. Her gaze fixed on the man standing in front of Voldemort, the look on her face making Harry shudder, her stare was murderous.

“Your sire?” Remus asked in a quiet voice.

“Worse,” she turned to meet Remus’ gaze, her eyes downcast, “My husband.”

“WHAT!” Draco’s tone reflected Harry’s thoughts, she shook her head at the indignant blond.

“Later, now is not the time.” She aimed the words at the werewolf, he nodded with some reluctance.

All eyes turned back to the scene unfolding before them, Severus was watching the man with narrowed eyes. Voldemort found it amusing, laughing he clapped Severus on the back.

“Severusssss, Alexander issss here to help ussss,” he smiled that malious grin again, “The Petrov vampire clan have joinedd our sssideee.”

“Fuck!” Amelia shouted, Saul’s jaw was clenched, Draco leaned up to kiss the tense mouth and he relaxed.

“How is the little bitch?” Alexander asked conversationally, his vivid blue eyes fixed on Severus with a hungry stare, Harry felt sick at the obvious interest from the vampire.

Voldemort's laugh stopped at the mention of Amelia, his eyes glowed with anger and his next words were full of certainty.

"Its been reported to meee that ssshe killed threee offf my loyal ssservantsss," he looked at Severus, "Yesssss, how issss the little bitchh" the look on his face told Harry that he already knew.

“Sleeping with Lucius and the wolf.” Severus answered, everyone shocked he had said anything.

“He already knew anyway.” Severus offered, Harry held his hand tighter and gave him an understanding smile.

“She always had shit taste in men,” Alexander moved closer to Severus, invading his personal space with a charming grin plastered on his face, “She fucked you yet?”

Harry almost laughed at the look of disdain on Severus’ face as he sneered at the large vampire, Voldemort stood watching with interested eyes.

“My lovely Severussss doesss not like the ladiess, isn’t that righttt Severusss?”

“No. my lord I do not.”

“No mind, I’m sureee that you and Alexanderrr willl gett on,” Voldemort patted Severus on the cheek, “Now back tooo thee problemm of Luciussss.”

“My lord, I do not wish to question your judgement, but what would killing Lucius achieve?” Severus questioned with a tone of utmost respect.

“To prove that I can,” the grin widened, “Though I’m sure we can come to sssome arrangementtt.” for a brief moment Harry’s heart halted, his fingers gripped Severus tighter.

“It’s ok, that’s not what he meant.” Severus’ hushed words soothing Harry.

Everyone stood watching, Bellatrix rubbed her hands together with glee and the vampire’s eyes shone brightly at the words from Voldemort.

“Go backkk my Severusss and telll them I have a propositionnn for themm,” the malice shining in the red eyes, “I wantt Draco and that little bitch of a vampire, giveee themm to me and I’lll releaseee Luciussss.”

“NO!” Saul’s voice was angry and filled with fury. Amelia gripped his arm and turned him to look at her.

“I will go but he’s not having Draco.”

“No, he’s not having either of you!” Harry and Remus shouted at the same time, Severus and Dumbledore agreeing with the two men.

“What choice do we have, Lucius will be dead by the morning!”

The words from Amelia affected Draco, the blond stumbled and fell back, landing on the floor with a dull thud, his sobs drifting through the room. Harry stood helpless, his heart hurting at the torment the blond must be suffering.

“Severussss, I hope you willl stay for the entertainmenttt?” Voldemort worded it as a question though it was clear to everyone that it was an order not a request.

A thin girl was led into the room, young not much older that Harry. Her face tear streaked and her eyes filled with terror as the death eater dragged her towards Voldemort. He brushed a lock of auburn hair from her weeping face and offered her a friendly smile. Harry couldn’t watch, he turned to look at Severus, the potion master was staring at the floor, his face anguished. At first, he thought he was hearing something, a low chant, Harry realized that the hushed words were spilling from Severus’ mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” repeated again and again.

The girl’s screams filled the room, piercing Harry’s ears and heart. The vampire had his hands wrapped around her throat, his fangs buried in her breast as he drained her. Her skin became greyer and paler while they stood sickened at the sight, her struggles weakening and slowly stopping. Bellatrix watched with aroused eyes, her breath coming in little gasps. Alexander discarded the dead girl as if she was rubbish and pulled Bellatrix into his arms. His hands reaching under her dress, her gaps became lusty and Harry lowered his eyes.

“Severusssss, would you likee to joinnn in?” Voldemort hissed in a seductive tone, Severus’ dark gaze met his flaring red eyes, shaking his head with a look of regret, “I must return, my lord, the old fool will be concerned.”

“Of coursse.” he dismissed Severus with a wave of his hand, Alexander lowered the writing Bellatrix onto his rigid erection, his eyes focused on Severus, the desire flaring.

“Maybe next time, Severus?” Alexander smiled as he spoke, thrusting up and making Bellatrix scream.

Turning without acknowledging the question, Severus apparated.

They emerged from the memory in silence, the mood despairing. Draco still crying in Saul’s arms, his hazel eyes pleading as he looked at Amelia, Remus mirroring the unspoken request, she sighed. Walking to the crying blond, she lifted his chin, his brimming gaze met her resigned one, her voice quiet and the words stunned Harry.

“I’ll make him my consort,” she shushed the thankful blonds’ words, “Understand if this doesn’t work that I will have to turn him.”
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