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CH26 – This is the chapter that prompted the (small) re-write of chapter one. Bloody bloody characters never behave!
Chapter 26 – Now that you've woken up
February slid into March, which shifted into April, and suddenly the grounds were no longer looking depressing. Instead bursts of colour could be seen pushing free of the muddy ground. Harry, after one more full moon, felt sure he would be able to control his werewolf side in future. Severus had had to leave their rooms during March's change because the youth had been so insistent that he was joined in the cage by his submissive. As scared as he should have been, knowing he was all alone, he had realised that the teacher would never have left him had there been any concern.
Now he was wandering the grounds on a lazy Sunday, April's full moon closing in on him, and enjoying the chance to be outside in something approaching warmth.
After his argument with Ron, he and the red-head had come to the silent conclusion not to bring it up again and to pretend that nothing had happened. Hermione, no doubt, would have called them both idiots, but she had remained strangely quiet on the subject. Although they pretended otherwise, there was an issue there, which was why Harry was wandering the grounds alone, idly pottering about, and his two friends were inside. True, they did have rather more homework than he did, and they didn't have a teacher nagging them non bloody stop to get it done, but he wasn't going to feel guilty for being on top of his work.
Having said that, Hagrid had mentioned something in their last Care of Magical Creatures lesson that Harry wanted clarified, so he headed in that direction. It was talk to Hagrid or try, for the thousandth time, to work out how he was going to get the true memory off Slughorn. And as he had no idea how to do that, he thought heading to the hut was the better option. He didn't rush. A gentle meander took him steadily closer to the game-keeper's hut where smoke was pouring from the chimney.
Knocking on the door, Harry turned his back to the wood and eyed the pumpkin patch. It was bare at the moment of any kind of planting, but the rows had been neatly carved, and the soil was tilled, so it seemed likely that Hagrid was planning to plant the fruits soon.
“'Arry!” Hagrid's voice boomed out behind him.
He spun around, wobbled, but managed to keep his footing. “Hi, Hagrid, I wanted to ask... are you all right?”
Hagrid was looking down at the boy, his large black eyes filled with tears. “It's ... it's Aragog. He's...he's....dead!” Hagrid broke down and wailed loudly, leaning heavily against the door jamb as he sobbed.
A little at a loss, Harry muttered, “Oh,” and waited.
Hagrid swiped at his eyes and led the way inside. The room was its usual cheery organised chaos. Fang woofed deeply at Harry but remained on the mat (he was by the fire and wasn't about to give up that). The Gryffindor settled onto an overlarge chair and felt the heat of the blaze wash over him. As much as he enjoyed sharing rooms with Severus, the man didn't seem to believe in heating anything. Possibly, Harry considered, as he spends so much time around cauldrons (or did), he welcomes the chance to be away from flames.
Sniffling, Hagrid put the kettle over the fire and pulled out two large mugs. He opened a stoneware container and grabbed a handful of his (in)famous rock cakes.
Harry felt his jaws aching just at the sight of the damned 'treats'. To distract the half-giant from the fact that the boy hadn't taken one of them, Harry asked, “What happened?”
Wiping his nose on his sleeve, Hagrid settled into his worn arm chair, ignoring the ominous creaking coming from it as his full weight rested on the tired springs. “'e's been getting bad fer a while now, and I wanted to help him but the rest of his nest wouldn' let me. Can yer believe that they didn' want me around? An' only Aragog 'imself stopped 'em from tryin' ter eat me?!”
Remembering a frantic dash through the Forbidden Forest some years ago, Harry could definitely believe it; still, he was a little surprised that Aragog's offspring didn't respect Hagrid who had, after all, saved Aragog's life.
“I managed ter get him out of the fores' and I wanted ter bury him, but I'm still too upset.”
Feeling like he was making a very bad mistake, Harry said, “Why don't you do it tomorrow. I'll come down too and say goodbye to him. Between us we can give him a decent send off.”
What the hell are you doing?! This is ARAGOG we're talking about. He tried to eat you once!
“Would yer, 'Arry? That's right good of yer. He always liked sunset, so just about then, do yer think?”
“Er, yeah, fine, Hagrid. That sounds really good.” Harry was suddenly thinking how he'd explain this to Severus, and wriggled a little uncomfortably as he imagined the harsh words that would fall from the teacher's mouth.
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“You agreed to do what?!” Snape asked, his eyes filled with surprise.
As Harry reluctantly clarified, eyes downcast, he missed the mirth dancing on the older man's face. He stared up incredulously when Severus burst out laughing.
“What am I going to do with you? The night before the full moon, when you are at your most dangerous, you're wandering around the grounds burying a ruddy gigantic spider with Hagrid.”
Grinning as the absurdity of it hit him too, Harry replied, “Yeah, yeah, I know, but it's easier doing that than trying to get that damned memory from Slughorn! I mean, Dumbledore seems sure I can get it, but I've haven't got a bloody clue!”
“Do you ever?” Severus asked softly. “From what I've seen of your career so far, every single thing that happens to you you've come through by the skin of your teeth, and without a single idea of how to accomplish what you intend. All I can say is, your poor Guardian Angel deserves some overtime pay.”
“I do have plans!” Harry denied hotly, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his head that was asking snidely, Oh yes, when?!
Snape snorted and began ticking points off on his fingers. “One, the Philosopher's Stone. You got past the traps with help, got the stone, somehow, and defeated Quirrell by doing what again? Oh yes, letting him touch you. Brilliant plan. Two, you went into the Chamber of Secrets with nothing but your wand and someone ended up getting the sorting hat and Fawkes to help you out when you nearly died. Wonderful idea. Three, during a full moon, you went off with a ...” he stopped, suddenly aware that since then, Harry's feelings about Lupin had somewhat altered. He coughed to cover his embarrassment. “Anyway, you fight off Dementors by going back in time and then let Black escape on a condemned hippogriff, do I have that right?” Harry nodded, but he was beaming as his adventures were related through Snape's eyes. “Two years ago you somehow ended up entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament and won, mainly because Crouch made sure you did. And last year you went storming off into the bloody Department of Mysteries and took on a bunch of Death Eaters. ALL WITHOUT A PLAN!”
“I might not have plans!” Harry said, a little defensively, “But it's better to be lucky anyway!” He opened his mouth to carry on talking, but quickly snapped it shut. Snape's eyes had become unfocused and his eyebrows had lowered as something came to mind.
“Severus?” Harry asked gently.
“Harry, when I was a student here, Slughorn had a thing about doing grand first lessons where he'd show off some of his favourite potions. Usually things like Amorentia, Felix Felicis, and Polyjuice Potion. When I was in his NEWT class we all had to make a potion, and whoever made the best one won the Felix Felicis.”
Mouth gaping, Harry stared at his teacher. “He did that this year,” he choked, “and I won.” He saw the disbelieving look Snape gave him, “Oh, fine, you won. It was your book telling me what to do. But, I have Felix Felicis.” He paused, “Would that help me get the memory?” he asked a little breathlessly.
But Snape was thinking much darker things. Harry had won the potion not long before he had been turned. If only he had taken the potion that night, he might never have become a werewolf. All Harry's pain and suffering could have been avoided.
And now Harry seemed to be cogitating. “It didn't work,” he stated, voice far away, “the Felix can't have been brewed properly.”
Severus turned snapping eyes to Harry. “What do you mean it wasn't brewed properly?! Slughorn got the job two months before term started. No doubt you know the potion takes six months to make. Do you honestly think he made that potion?! It was one I'd started making, with a small amendment to improve it, as Albus had asked for the stocks of Felix to be increased, given how dangerous things were getting.”
“But, it didn't work,” Harry protested. His eyes were shining with unshed tears. “I've never thought about using it because it didn't work.”
“When didn't it work?” The teacher asked impatiently.
“I took some, the night we went out into the Forest. I thought, given what usually happens to me out there that my luck could do with a boost. But, it didn't help, did it? Lupin found me and turned me.” Tears trickled down his cheeks. “Or did I not take enough? Did it run out?”
There was silence. Snape was thinking, and it made his stomach churn as he considered all that had happened as a result of that night.
A shocking moment of clarity seemed to make Severus stagger. “It did work... Merlin, Harry, it did work!”
Harry glared. “It was good luck I got turned into a werewolf, was it?”
“No, but, Felix Felicis doesn't always act in the way you expect. It points things to you, or causes events that bring about good luck. Think about it: what has happened as a result?”
There was silence, then eyes widening, Harry whispered. “It did work. It brought me to you.” More tears spilled from his eyes, but this time they were tears of joy. “All of this was good luck happening? I just didn't know it?” He swiped his face before saying half-jokingly, “Tell me it isn't always going to nearly kill me.”
Severus pulled the youth into his arms. “Usually it isn't so violent. It just allows you to make the right decisions. Maybe this was such a big piece of good luck that it had to be surrounded by so much misery.”
“You're happy this happened?” Harry's voice was muffled by the clothing he was pressed against. However much he had hated Lupin during this year, he had to admit that without the now dead man, he would never have had this chance to be with Severus. And worse, he would never have known what he had missed out on.
“Happy is the wrong word. But think about all that has changed – for the better - because you were turned. You have been able to develop control of yourself that will be crucial in the future; your body is physically stronger than before, thanks to the wolf; you have accepted your true sexuality, rather than keep pretending; Lupin is dead and I have a horcrux so that should I die at the Dark Lord's hand, I have one more chance to stay alive. You've given me that chance. And, of course, we have both had the chance to enjoy intimacy. Hmm,” Snape paused, a slight smirk tilting his lips up, “Maybe you shouldn't take any more of that potion. It seems a bit too potent.”
Harry tilted his head back and tugged Severus' mouth down to meet his. He eagerly opened his mouth and let the tongue slide in, claiming him as he always wanted to be. This man had changed his life for the better. All those years of being watched over by Snape, and now this. He'd found Severus in amongst a desperate, dark event and between them they'd found light.
I think I love him, Harry thought as his hands clutched at the black folds of material. He let the older man pull at his clothing and tug it loose, and then they broke the kiss so that the youth could quickly get rid of his top and return to tasting the man he needed, in whatever body he occupied.
His hands roamed down the clothing and began working at buttons, he was aching to touch the pale skin, skin that covered surprising muscles and a passionate soul. Of course, he wanted to reach another part of Snape's body, a part he alone knew and had touched. His hands dipped into the trousers and tugged on the hardness.
“Harry,” Severus groaned, pressing his lips against the boy's neck.
“Take me,” Harry whispered, “I'm yours,”
Snape heard the words, heard the intensity of them but put them out of his head. He slid his hands over the denim covered buttocks of this youngster he needed and worked one hand around to the front to loosen the button and draw down the zip. Dipping his fingers inside the material he pulled out Harry's shaft. It always humbled him when he realised that the boy still wanted this, still wanted him.
In very little time, both men were naked and Severus was reaching for a jar of lubricant. Given their desire for one another, the potions master had taken to distributing containers of the oil around every room. And now he was glad he had as he snagged the closest vial and stroked slick fluid over his twitching shaft.
Harry turned so that his back was to his teacher and bent over, using the back of the couch to support his chest. He groaned with need as a finger worked him quickly and was soon replaced by the blunt, slightly wet tip of Severus' dick.
His own cock rigid against his stomach, Harry clutched at the furniture as his hips were angled to Snape's liking, and then the big cock was being driven into him, knocking his breath from his body.
He fucking loved it.
Snape ground into the willing hole, stretching the entrance with his generous proportions. He knew Harry adored the feeling of being possessed and worked hard to make sure each time was better than the last. The channel clung lovingly to him, needing him (and, indeed, kneading him), drawing him on and on, deeper and deeper until he lost all control and there was nothing in the world but the hot tight grip on his dick and his own spiralling need.
He fucking loved it.
Under him, Harry jerked and whimpered as he was driven into, his passion building and building until he was blinded by lust and need. Nothing mattered but the thick prick pounding into him; even his own throbbing cock wasn't important. He would come on Snape's dick as he had so many many times before. It thumped into him, smacking against his nub, and he wanted nothing else for the rest of his life.
Sobbing, he spurted, his seed spattering the back of the couch. His climax had taken him by surprise, and had clearly shocked Severus too as he felt the hot gush of the older man's semen filling his spasming passage.
They slumped against the couch, Harry pulled Severus' hand into his. He gently kissed the slightly shaking limb and clenched his channel, loving the low groan that came from the man who had once again taken him.
I was right, he thought as he kissed each knuckle, I love him.
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CH27 preview: “I just came back from talking to Dumbledore, and...”
“Ah, say no more. I usually find after speaking with that man that I long to kill my last few remaining brain cells with alcohol.”
The youth laughed. “Yeah, something like that.” He eyed the older man, and stretched out a hand to trail it across Snape's sleeve, “Or fuck until I can't remember my name.”
Snape gave a long suffering sigh, but his cock was stiff and his eyes gleamed with lust. “Always so demanding!” he mock-complained. He reached out a long arm and snagged his young bed-mate, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
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And I've put reviews here, just for a change:
Thunderbird - I grinned when I read your review, as you were asking about Felix. Well, hope this chapter answered that! And I'm glad you don't find the smut repetitive; I agree, stories sometimes get dull with the sex.
phoenix-rob - I never thought about what wolf Harry got up to, until you brought it up, and now I'm picturing him rutting against Snape's cloak! Thanks for that image!
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As for the whole 'luck' thing. Yup, that really came out of nowhere. Because I knew it was coming, as I've updated, sometimes I've dropped in tiny mentions, just of the word 'luck' itself. Nothing big. Just so I know they're there!
And the sentence that got added to chapter one was: There was a sourness in his throat that abolished the lingering remnants of the potion he'd drunk before starting this crazy evening.
That was the whole hint! Yes, I'm mean. But I am contemplating posting a little preview of the sequel (imaginatively called Changes II at the moment). What do you think? Oh, and any good ideas for the sequel's title will be gratefully received. SP
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