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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 pain hit Severus like a bludger to the head. He collapsed during a lesson with third year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. The class stood just staring at the now pleasant Potions Master on the floor writhing in agony before a little Ravenclaw girl ran from the classroom for help. A Hufflepuff boy knelt down by the Professor trying to see if he could see what was wrong. His father was a mediwizard and had taught him wizarding first aid, but there was no wound or blood to assess. He just sat next to the Professor and waited with a fretting class. A few students thought that the Professor was too nice to actually be healthy and were waiting for something like this to happen. A pleasant Professor Snape was an anomaly like parsletongue.

            It wasn’t long before Madame Pomfrey bustled into the class and started waving her wand to check Severus. Not a moment after she stopped and looked confused at the curled form of the Professor, Harry ran into the room and skidded to a halt on his knees.

            “Mr. Potter, I am trying to figure out what is wrong with the Professor, please move so I can work!” Pomfrey looked at the boy sternly and tried to analyze the results of her scan. There was nothing outwardly wrong with the man.

            Harry stayed in his position, ripping the left sleeve of Severus’ teaching robes. No one else noticed the man was cradling the limb the whole time. What he saw made him panic. The dark mark on Severus’ arm was a dark red instead of black. Harry knew that Voldemort had activated a failsafe within the dark mark and Harry felt stupid not to have known that it was possible. The faint lines filtering out from the red mark made it look like spiders were weaving a web under the Professor’s pale skin.

            “Poppy, can you put him in a stasis field? I have to find Hermione before I can even attempt to stop the poisoning.”

            “What poison?” Poppy responded.

            “Voldemort knows Severus isn’t loyal and is trying to kill him. I need Hermione; just put him in stasis and see if that can slow down the process, if not at least he won’t be in pain.” Harry wanted to cry at the thought of leaving Severus, but tamped it down so he could function through this crisis.

            Poppy did as she was told and levitated Severus behind her as she headed for the infirmary. Harry vanished all the half finished potions in the class and sent the students to the Great Hall to study and be supervised. He headed quickly to the third floor arithmancy classroom and practically pulled Hermione out of her chair and started towards the infirmary.

            “Harry, what’s happened? Why are you so distressed?” She asked and tried to quicken her steps to not be dragged.

            “How far are you with the dark mark research?”

            “I am up on the theory, but the incantation is still a mystery.” Hermione answered and then her highly analytical brain kicked into high gear, “He activated a failsafe didn’t he? On who?”

            “You can’t guess that too?” Harry didn’t look at the brunette as he continued on his way.

            “I would assume Professor Snape, but why now?”

            “Because the night of the party I rescued Severus from Voldemort and now his cover is blown.”

            “Oh,” was the very intelligent answer from the brightest witch of their year.

            Severus had been in the infirmary for two days while Hermione tried to figure out how to reverse the poisoning and erase the dark mark without a proper incantation to postulate a counter-curse. Harry had sat next to the unaware man for days requesting book after book from the Hogwarts library and the Manor. He had devoured every tome on bindings, marks, slave/master bonds, and blood curses. Hermione having a head start only had to go through the books that came from the Manor. Harry had just thrown a rather old and valuable tome against the far wall across from him, when Hermione burst through the doors of the infirmary with several books in her hands.

            “Harry, I think I have it, but you may not like the result.” Hermione was hesitant as she placed her burden down on the neighboring bed. “You have to bond and mark Severus yourself.”

            “That isn’t a problem, when can we do it?”

            “You’re in love with him aren’t you?” Hermione smiled a bit at her former friend.

            “I wouldn’t be sitting here distraught if I didn’t. When can we do this?” He asked the question again.

            “First we have to prepare the Professor and then we have to prepare a protection circle for the transfer.” Hermione was in her academic and action mode. The mode that had them fighting basilisks, and three headed dogs, and dementors together. He had a wave of nostalgia that nearly made him relent against Hermione’s exile from his friendship.

            “Come on Harry! I am sure that those veins were not prominent when I was last here to check in,” she pointed to the visible red veins that were creeping above the collar of the hospital gown Severus wore. Harry shot up out of his chair startled that he had not noticed before that the poison had started to spread again, despite the stasis.



                        Severus came too gradually, like fighting his way through molasses; he was relieved to find he was still alive. His first sight was blinding light and for a moment he thought that he really was dead, but he remembered multiple times that he awoke from an injury to the same painful light to his eyes. Once his vision cleared he saw Harry asleep with a small wound on his wrist. Severus’ foggy brain had a hard time helping him frown, it was more like muscle memory that got the deed done.

            “Mr. Potter,” Severus paused as it seemed he hadn’t used his voice in a fortnight. “Mr. Potter.” He called again with no response from the sleeping teen. He mustered the little strength he had from his ordeal, “Harry!”

            Harry jumped and fell out his chair, but smiled crookedly at the sour looking man in the bed. “You’re a sight, Sev.”

            “Why am I still alive? My status as a vampire is no protection from his mark.” Severus turned his head away from Harry as he started to feel the blood hunger made itself known.

            “You’re hungry.” Harry spoke the statement, not a question. “I know, because I can feel it.” Harry stood up and walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and offered his wrist.

            “You should drink so you can get out of bed. Hermione and Poppy think that is why it was taking you so long to wake up. I was so scared.”

            “The brave Gryffindor falling prey to fear, it’s so poetic.” Severus turned his head towards the wrist in front of him. He could hear the pulse point and see the faint beat against the pale skin. It called to him more than he was used to. He tried to control the automatic actions of his hands to grab and sink his lengthening fangs, but failed. The sudden rush of blood into his mouth felt like water over parched cracked lips. He drank until he felt the world flood back to his senses. He lifted his head away from the wrist and saw emerald orbs glazed in pleasure.

            “Are you just going to sit there and stare into space or let me up?” This bit of snark brought Harry back from whatever pleasure induced euphoria he was in. His eyes took focus and he stared down into a healthier looking vampire face. Severus had lost some of the youthfulness of his immortal appearance while he recovered, but he looked healthy again.

            “I love you. I hope you know that.” Harry said suddenly. “It was like watching my heart being removed, knowing that I couldn’t immediately fight against the magic trying to kill you.”

            “Your sentimentality is appreciated and reciprocated.” Severus smirked at the slightly affronted look on Harry’s face. He tilted his head to the side and Harry turned to see what the gesture was for. The Headmistress and Hermione were staring at the two as if the world had stopped moving and about to end.

            McGonagall was the first to recover, “Mr. Potter, while you are technically the owner of this educational facility, we have rules against inappropriate relations between teacher and student. I cannot condone this…crush, that you seem to have and Severus, you should not condone this type of attachment. I have overlooked it enough as is.”

            “Minerva the young man is of age and I am technically dead for Merlin’s sake, at least according to the Ministry of Magic. My feelings for Harry are above board, this is not casual in the least.”

            “Mr. Potter, what of your relationship with Mr. Weasley?” The headmistress asked.

            “It is what it is,” Harry answered with a slightly chilly voice. “He owes a debt he is paying off; it has no bearing of my relationship with Severus.” Harry stood and stared hard at the Headmistress and she was the first to blink.

            “Very well,” she turned to the prone Professor. “Are you well?”

            Severus answered her by rising from the bed swiftly with ease. He summoned his wand and quickly transfigured his hospital gown into his usual black robes as his answer. He turned to nod at Harry and strolled out of the infirmary passed a bristling Madame Pomfrey. Harry could do nothing but smile at the man.

            Voldemort was in a word, pissed. He had lost his right hand man and a talented potion master. He was indulging in an activity that he hadn’t done since he lost his body the first time. He was sulking, drowning his sorrows in drink. He had dismissed all but Wormtail and Bellatrix. They sat like little faithful lapdogs and watched as he drank himself into oblivion. The repairs on the manor were going slowly, because he had lost many of the unemployed and flexible minions in the attack. The potions he usually relied on from Severus to heal the injured and get them back to work were not working as effectively, because they came from the kitchens of death eater wives, not even amateur or apprentice masters.

            “Wormtail, can you get into Hogwarts again?” He asked his sycophantic follower.

            The small ratman scurried closer to his Lord’s feet, “Yes Master, I can use one of the secret passages or come from the forbidden forest. The wards are not set for animagus; Albus made sure of it.” The gapped toothed grin was manic with the urge to please his master.

            “I need you to find Lucius and the others if you can. I want you to try and find Severus’ body also. He should be dead now; I want his head.” Voldemort laughed at his intentions for the severed head he conjured in his mind. The two servants laughed as well, but were not privy to what they were joining their maniacal laughter too. The whiskey flowing through the Dark Lord spared the two servants several rounds of cruciatus for laughing out of turn. After several minutes of crazed glee, Pettigrew scurried from the throne room and apparated to the shrieking shack.

            Harry and Severus were cuddled together in Harry’s quarters for once. Severus had sneered about being invited into the lion’s den, but had given in fairly quickly after some whispered words of an erotic nature from Harry, and a promise they could play with Ron together.

            A tired Ron was curled at the foot of the bed asleep as the two dominant wizards indulged in pillow talk.

            “I am really glad you’re okay, Sev.”

            “I am as well. I must find a way to thank Ms. Granger for her ingenuity and efforts.”

            “You can buy her a rare book or something annoyingly academic and she will be your slave. I should have bought her more books, hell, I should have opened an account at Flourish and Blotts, and maybe she would have been loyal to me and not Dumbledick.” Harry buried his face further into Severus’ neck taking a deep whiff of their combined scents.

            “Ms. Granger was not led astray by the promise of possessions, but my authority. You were not the authority in this new world she was thrust into, Albus was. She is a stickler for the rules. Albus was not playing favorites when he made that girl a prefect. She, like most of the wizarding world, followed that man, because he had the credentials for leadership, just not the morality.”

            “So you think I should forgive her and be friends again?” Harry lifted his head and stared at the vampire.

            “I am saying that it could not have been easy for her to choose between friendship and authority.”

            “She used to cry at night at the Burrow.” Ron’s soft voice interrupted their conversation. His sleepy eyes staring at the two other men looking at him questioningly. “Ginny would come wake me up to comfort her, because she would be distraught over what Dumbledore would tell her to do. She was always so confused about whether to follow instructions or disobey. It wasn’t in her to say no to him. I tried to help, but she never saw me as intelligent enough to take advice from.”

            “Go back to sleep Ron.” Harry looked away from his red headed lover. He was feeling bad about finding out this bit of information.

            “It may be hard, but I know that if anyone can forgive that girl, you can.” Severus kissed Harry and wiped away the couple tears that had suddenly escaped the Gryffindor’s eyes. He held Harry while they lay in a comfortable and contemplative silence together. Harry suddenly sat upright smiling from ear to ear.

            “What is it, Harry,” The Potion master asked.

            “A rat trap.” Harry bolted out of bed and spelled his clothing back on and started for the door. He turned, “You coming, Sev? I’ll need help with this rodent problem.”

            Severus was up quickly when the reference clicked in his mind. They both got to the secret room Harry had set up for any animagus trying to get in that wasn’t already keyed into the new wards Harry had set up once Dumbledore died. Inside the small room a rat lay stunned in a magical cage, glowing a bright red. Harry smiled at the clever work that Dean had put into the cage by charming the bars if touched would deliver a milder form of the cruciatus. The rat was twitching, but Harry knew it was unconscious.

            “Apparently, Voldemort sent a rescue team, but not a very good one.” Harry laughed at the caught rat.

            “What will we do with him?” Severus had a mysterious gleam in his eye as he stared at the twitching creature.

            “I think eventually we turn him over to the Ministry, but after we take care of his master. I don’t trust him not to outsmart the aurors or have a little inside help. He is a clever little rat.”

            “So, we will mete out our own punishment in the mean time?” Severus still wore the mysterious smirk. “We wouldn’t want him to be too comfortable as our guest.”

            “Severus, he is all yours. I just want to eventually see him kissed and Sirius’ name cleared even if it won’t do much good.” Harry was suddenly staring through the captured rat at past mistakes and regrets that made his face pinched. The frown moved Severus into action. He pulled his wand and woke the rat. It shakily rolled to its belly and looked around slowly. The cage, though its size would accommodate Pettigrew in human form, would not allow the rat to squeeze through the enchanted bars. The rat tried immediately and was once again twitching and on its back.

            “Oh, Wormtail, I wouldn't try that again.” Severus’ voice was patronizing as he shook his head at the pitiful creature. He cast a spell to turn the rat back to the sniveling coward and traitor.

            “How did you catch me?” The man asked.

            “It doesn’t matter how. Why did you come here?” Harry sneered at the treacherous man.

            “Let me go and I’ll tell you.”

            “You must be kidding?” Severus said and aimed his wand at the dirty little man.

            “I won’t be misled again, Pettigrew, you won’t be escaping this time.” Harry threw a hex at the man quickly. Pettigrew squirmed onto his back as the stinging hex took him off his feet.

            “Any punishment from you, brat, pales in comparison to My Lord Voldemort’s power. You are nothing. When my master comes for you, and he will, he is going to defeat you once and for all. He will rule all you peasants.” Pettigrew drew in on himself and giggled, he looked quite deranged.

            “You failed whatever mission you had, but no matter. I don’t need to hurt you more than Voldemort. I want you kissed. I want you a drooling mass of fat and bone, being spoon fed or starved until you die. I want your soul to be devoured and destroyed in the worst way it can be. It won’t move on, because it will be only food for a miserable creature that is even above you piece of slime.” Harry spat at the man in front of him.

            “You will fail Harry Potter and my Master shall prevail. You will fall before him like the rest of the world. You are nothing.” The man turned his back on Harry and Severus.

            Harry turned as well and left the room, not bothering to see whether Severus followed, not caring either. Harry stalked all the way back to Gryffindor tower before he turned and screamed his frustration in the abandoned hallway. Severus was a few feet away and was taken aback by the display of temper.

            “You must not let him upset you. The worm is mad.”

            “Do you think if I duel him I would win?” Harry asked.

            “What are you thinking?”

            “Answer me Severus.”

            “I think you are more powerful than him, but he has sixty years more experience than you in form and technique. You would only have to make one mistake to give him the opening he needs to kill you, Harry.” Severus wrapped his arms around the young man he loved.

            “If he was incapacitated, do you think I could win?” Harry stood stiff within the comforting arms.

            “What are you talking about?”

            “I saw in Pettigrew’s mind as he prattled on. Voldemort is currently drinking himself into a stupor with only Bellatrix at his side.” Harry pulled back and stared at Severus.

            The Potion Master looked hard at the man in front of him, “You are sure of this?”

            “Yes, I can feel the haziness on the other side of my mental shields.” Harry tried not to fidget under the dark, intense gaze of his lover, but he failed and blinked and looked away down the hall.

            “Go get your armor and meet me in my rooms. We end this tonight.” Severus swept away towards the dungeons and Harry hurried into the tower to his quarters.

            Voldemort was on the third bottle of whiskey when his wards lit up. His muzzy mind couldn't react to the alarm accurately. He certainly didn’t react to the sudden appearance of a living Severus Snape and Harry Potter materializing in his throne room. The two men started throwing hexes at Bellatrix, who stood between them and her bleary Master. She held them at bay while she shouted to her Lord to escape, but the Dark Lord was not in the escape kind of mood.

            Voldemort rose from his chair, his wand in hand, and faced his nemesis. The Potter brat had the nerve to come at him directly.

            “Move aside Bella.” He commanded. “You can have the traitor, but Potter is mine.” He raised his wand to cast a hex, but gasped as it was ripped from his hand by the well known expelliamus, from Potter. He watched as the brat deftly caught his wand and snapped it. Voldemort’s rage cleared his head from the fog of the alcohol as he raised his hand and cast a wandless curse at Harry.

            Harry had known that destroying Voldemort’s wand wouldn’t stop the monster, but he had not wanted a repeat of the graveyard incident. He did not need the time to escape or another delay to give him time to learn more. He wanted this ended tonight. He cast a shield with his wand and volleyed a cutting hex of his own towards the Dark Menace. He wasn’t surprised that he met his mark. The Dark Lord was not even able to dodge, or stand steady.

            Voldemort felt the impact of the cutting curse, but the inebriated parts of his brain let him shake it off as inconsequential. He cast a chain of spells to disembowel and eviscerate the whelp in front of him. Harry, however, was in better shape to jump, dodge, and shield from his enemy. A curse grazed the boy-who-lived, but was absorbed by the basilisk armor he wore.

            “You die tonight old man. I killed Dumbledore and I’ll end you too.”

            Voldemort’s brain was capable of registering the fact that Potter had taken out Dumbledore, the only wizard that he feared. The old coot had been pulling his strings for years until that Halloween night when he lost his body. The fact that Potter had taken care of what he couldn’t gave him pause. It was exactly what Harry needed.

            Harry would later smile at Severus at the irony that it was not a mistake on his part that decided the outcome of the duel, but Voldemort. Harry gathered his power to him quickly and cast the killing curse. The green light seemed to make him glow and his eyes shone with his power as the light sped towards the dark wizard. Voldemort could do nothing as he watched his death approach. He almost felt relieved when his faithful familiar lunged in front of him to take the curse meant for him, but the power and intent would not be denied. The green magic encompassed him and Nagini. Much like that fateful Halloween night Voldemort was wrenched from his body, but instead of being cast adrift into the world, he was cast into the ether and passed the veil. He felt the silky fabric embrace him as he lost sight of the world he could never let go and tried so hard to stay attached.

            Severus saw Harry collapse after noticing the green glow of the killing curse. He quickly dispatched Bellatrix with a well executed bone melting curse. He turned towards Harry and hurried over to the collapsed youth. He waved his wand over the limp form and sighed in relief when he saw Harry was just suffering from magical exhaustion and only passed out. Severus did not feel like pushing their luck. He quickly apparated them through the now failing wards and straight to the gates of Hogwarts. He used his inhuman speed to get his love to the infirmary and in the care of Poppy.

            Harry only spent a week in the infirmary before he staged a revolt and was let out on strict orders to rest and not tax himself. Severus had communicated with the Ministry about the demise of Voldemort. Fortunately, with the demise of their Master, all marked followers fell dead. The only marked ones that survived were the captured men within Hogwarts’ walls. They were turned over to a contingent of aurors sent to Hogwarts by the interim Minister of Magic Amelia Bones. Fudge died with his hand clutched over his concealed mark.

            When Harry recovered the only thing he could consider doing was throwing a victory party. This party included almost all the people he knew and was held at one of his properties within England as opposed to a secret party in the Other. This time there were a lot of naughty adults who let their relief take away their inhabitions and cut loose. Harry felt scarred for weeks afterwards.

AN: Thank you all for reading my first fanfic! I am thankful for all reviews and comments and the excitement for more chapters each time I posted. I think I have reached my limit of creativity for this story so I let the ending take its own form. I like it and hope you do too. I will be starting another fic I have been working part time on in about a week. It is an ABVH/HP crossover, so if you’re into that look out for it. Thanks all.
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