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Changes	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 27108 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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CH27 AN: So, everyone is fine with the sequel being called Changes II? Weirdos! ;) Anyway, to my lovely reviewers:
phoenix-rob – Glad you liked the Felix Felicis. It caught me off guard, but once I got it in place, I've made use of it (blatant plug for the sequel!). And yes, it is very good only Dumbledore is likely to visit Snape's rooms, and he's all too aware that Severus is probably using a LOT of lubricant!
Thunderbird – Oh I smiled when I posted the chapter and saw I'd probably hit 69 reviews, so you can smile for getting the 69^th one! And glad you liked the Felix Felicis. I was quietly proud of it once I'd written it. Makes everything much less random.
Book_addict_89 – Thank you for the love! Enjoy yet more smutty goodness as it will be occurring.
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Chapter 27 – Get Up
Gingerly, Harry swallowed a little bit of Felix Felicis and looked with concern at Snape. The teacher rubbed his thumb idly across the lower lip, swiping off a glistening drop of golden fluid. He licked the liquid off and smiled warmly at the youth.
“How do you feel?”
“Really good. I didn't feel like this last time.” He paused, head tilted on one side, one ear seeming to listen to something far away, “Well, maybe at first, but when everything started to go wrong, or it seemed like it was going wrong, I just felt scared. But now I feel brilliant. Like we've had sex and I've woken up in your arms with no need to rush off anywhere.”
Severus blushed a little. They had too few mornings where they could just enjoy one another's companionship, and hearing Harry describe it so warmly made him feel humbled. He had assumed that the Gryffindor merely enjoyed the physicality of their couplings, not that he also enjoyed the warmth and strength of his older lover.
“What do you think you should do?” The Slytherin asked, voice a little husky with emotion.
“Hmm, I've got a good feeling about going to Aragog's funeral,” answered Harry surprisingly.
Not questioning Felix Felicis' power (especially as he had brewed it), the older wizard merely nodded and said softly, “Be careful, please. There is much danger still around, even for you.”
“I know,” Harry replied, green eyes shining, “but I've no intention of leaving you alone.”
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Out in the grounds, Harry watched the sun beginning to set and felt the wolf begin growling inside him. Tomorrow was the full moon and he could feel the pull of it on the animal within him. But, he ignored the feeling, walking quickly down to Hagrid's hut. He stopped once and ducked behind a tree as Blaise Zabini sauntered past with Crabbe and Goyle (but no Malfoy). Harry wasn't scared of the three, but he had promised Severus he'd return, and if he got into a fight with the three Slytherins, there was a good chance one, or all of them, would end up in the hospital wing.
“I've just found an interesting piece of graffiti,” Zabini was saying, more to himself than to the two large brain-dead boys on either side of him, “about a spell called 'Sectumsempra'. It's really vicious, and I thought it would be a good one to learn. Anyway, because it's so dangerous, our mystery graffiti-ist included the spell to heal any wounds. Let's try it, shall we?” With a cruel smirk he lashed out at Goyle, slashes appearing in the boy's clothes and skin, blood gushing out.
Goyle dropped heavily to the floor, screaming. Crabbe stared at Blaise in dull-eyed dismay as his friend thrashed about on the grass.
Dropping to his knees, the slender wizard began chanting as he traced over the places he'd caused harm. Sickened by the sight (and, annoyingly, aroused by it, thanks to the wolf), Harry listened to the strange words as they were repeated.
“Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur,” Blaise then added in a more conversational voice, “you have to say it three times, otherwise it doesn't work properly.”
Groaning, Goyle seemed to be healing, much to Harry's amazement. Seeing as the Slytherin was apparently getting better, the Gryffindor took the opportunity to slip away whilst the other three were preoccupied.
As he skirted around the trees, Harry saw Slughorn ahead, rubbing his large stomach and apparently enjoying the evening.
“Hello, sir,” the student said politely.
“Harry, my boy, what are you doing about?”
He rubbed a hand through his hair, letting his green eyes shine in the red light from the setting sun. “Oh, I'm going to Hagrid's. He's burying Aragog. This, er, giant spider he's had for years.”
“Merlin's beard! It's true then?” Slughorn wasn't looking at the boy; instead his eyes were fixed on the forest, “There is an acromantula colony here.” His gaze fixed once again on Harry, “And, er, Hagrid has one he's burying, you say?”
“Oh yes,” Harry was cheerful. He was unsure if that was a side effect of the potion he had taken or if it was Felix Felicis telling him how best to act. “Yes, Aragog was his first spider, but he died yesterday, or maybe the day before, I'm not too sure.”
“Two days?” Slughorn mused, “Then perhaps the venom hasn't dried up yet. Well, Harry, my boy, lead the way. I'll pay tribute to this spider of Hagrid's too.”
“Really, sir?” Harry was all wide-eyed innocence, “Hagrid will really appreciate that.”
It took very little time to reach the hut and bury the acromantula. Slughorn 'admired' the creature for a long time, and stepped back with a smug look on his face and faintly clinking bottles.
And then the three were settling in Hagrid's hut, Slughorn and Hagrid drinking, Harry watching them get steadily more and more drunk, and just awaited his chance.
It came at long last. The half-giant slumped down onto the table and began snoring. The potions master finished the drink in his hand and tried to stand but failed. He glared down at his legs as though unsure of why they were failing him. With unsteady eyes he looked around the room and spied Harry watching him, a faint smile on his face.
“I thinksh I'm drunksh” Slughorn slurred.
“Sir,” Harry said, ignoring the other man's attempts to stand, “you are against Voldemort aren't you?”
“Don' saysh the namesh!”
“No, sorry. But you are against You-Know-Who, aren't you?”
“Not for himsh! But don' wanna getsh involshed.” Slughorn hiccuped and looked woefully into his empty tumbler.
Relying on Felix Felicis to guide him, Harry wordlessly refilled the glass with strong smelling golden coloured alcohol. He let the teacher take a good slurp before he spoke again.
“I'm against him, sir. You know that. But you might not know I have to kill him. There's a prophecy, you see. Him or me. And I want it to be me.”
“Mesh too!” Slughorn agreed enthusiastically, thumping his empty glass on the table.
Refilling it, Harry went on, “So, sir, I need your help. You know something that can help me finally, once and for all, destroy him. You, sir, you're the real hero, if you help me.”
Looking very unheroic, the older wizard burped and dribbled a little alcohol down his front. “Howsh can I helpsh?”
Treading carefully, but sure that the potion still swilling through his veins would show him the way, Harry said softly, “You spoke to him once. He trusted you, once upon a time. And you told him something.” He paused and added once he saw the look on Slughorn's face, “Something I think you regretted telling him. But now you can help me. If I learn exactly what it was you told him, it will help me. You'll have helped me.”
Gulping a little, a lone tear sliding down his ruddy face, the potions teacher whispered, his vice surprisingly intelligible, “I never knew, Harry, you have to believe me, I never knew what he intended, what he was capable of...”
“I know, sir,” the student spoke gently, a look of forgiveness on his face. For one moment he was going to mention Dumbledore, but the potion warned him it would be the wrong thing to do. “No-one knew. No-one. But you can help me now. No-one else, just you. Will you?”
There was silence in the room apart from Hagrid's snores. Finally, the potions master shuddered and nodded.
Slughorn placed his wand against his temple and drew out the true memory: the memory he had always been ashamed of; the memory that had told a young Tom Riddle how best to ensure his future was ensured...
***
“It is always gratifying to have one's the theories confirmed,” Dumbledore said once they had finished watching the correct memory.
“You already knew all this?” Harry asked, irritated that he'd worked so hard to only tell the head master something he was fully aware of.
“I'd suspected. Indeed, the night you were attacked, I was acting on the assumption I'd built up following what you'd told me about Riddle's diary, and my own experiences during the summer when I went to the Gaunt shack. But, as I said, it is good to have it confirmed.
“Now, Harry, we have learnt that Riddle has always been a hoarder; he's always wanted to collect things that make him feel special. I think even his Death Eaters are just items to be collected. The more he has, the more special he feels. And I think it is safe to assume that Tom did do what he said – he created six other horcruxes.”
“Six? He said seven.”
“Ah, yes, but one must remain in his body. Always remember that, Harry. You have heard much about horcruxes since September, so don't forget what you have been told.
“When you asked Professor Snape to make a horcrux, half of his soul remains within him. The other half he has locked away. I hope that he can survive the end of the war without needing to use the horcrux.”
“Me too,” the student said fervently.
“Indeed. Now, we have rather gone off topic. I assumed, back in September, that Tom would want items that linked him to Hogwarts – such as items belonging to the Founders. Using the memory we recovered from Hokey, the house elf who served Hepzibah Smith, I am trying to find where a Slytherin trinket may have gone. As for Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, there are few items left that belonged to those Founders. Gryffindor's items are here, at the school. Hopefully that will have made it too difficult for Riddle to have made one of them into a dark object.”
“So, what are we looking for, sir?” Harry asked.
“Well, the items are, I think, Riddle's diary, which is destroyed; the Gaunt family ring, and again that is finished; Ravenclaw's diadem, an item belonging to Hufflepuff, presumably the cup that went missing from Hepzibah Smith's house; possibly an item belonging to Gryffindor; something of Slytherin's, such as the locket that he stole from that poor misguided witch; or I think possibly Voldemort's snake is another horcrux. The final piece, as I said, mutilated as it is, does still reside within his body.”
“We've got rid of some of them, but we still aren't sure where they're even hiding!” Frustrated, the Gryffindor slumped back in his chair, feeling a headache creeping up on him. It really wasn't helping that tomorrow was the full moon, and he could feel the wolf pacing restlessly within him, awaiting his turn. And conversations with Dumbledore nearly always made his head spin, even when he wasn't full of an awareness of the full moon.
***
“I'm back,” Harry announced as he crossed the threshold to the quarters he shared with Snape. His call had been subdued and it made the teacher look up from his book, a sharp look in his eyes.
“Did you not succeed?”
“No, I did,” Harry admitted as he flopped onto the couch, “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.
Harry clutched at Severus, lost as he always became when his lover had his hands (or other body parts) on him. The stern lips were pressing hard against him, pushing his mouth open, not that he was putting up any resistance, and then the tongue was thrusting in, sliding over the boy's muscle, flicking around inside the warm cavern, teasing and arousing.
Pulling free, enjoying hearing Harry's pants, Severus asked, “Has that helped?”
“A little, but I think you need to do a bit more,” the Gryffindor grinned and began undoing Snape's buttons so that he could touch the skin he adored to feel.
The teacher worked his own hands under the youth's top, pinching the nipples and enjoying the groan that spilled free and loving the way the body arched as Harry tried to get more of the delicious, tortuous attention.
Quick fingers worked at the Gryffindor's trousers and began tugging at them. Snape shifted and pulled Harry with him, bending the other male over the padded arm of the couch. He kissed and nibbled at the neck and shoulders, hands shoving clothing out of the way so that his prick could nudge against Harry's naked ass.
Gasping for breath, he tried to think where there was lubricant in the room. As much as they had sex, he still ensured that Harry was slick when they coupled. He had no desire to harm the idiotic student, even if sometimes rational thought went out the window. Snagging a jar, he poured some of the contents over his aching shaft, almost sobbing with relief that he was going to be able to grind into that perfect body.
Below him, Harry raised his buttocks, opened his legs as much as possible, and begged Severus to fuck his brains out.
Snape obeyed that instruction. His dick slammed into the hole, pushing deep into the channel, and at once he began thrusting. He gave Harry no time to adjust to the feeling, not that the boy truly needed much time, and instead focused on the spiralling need in his groin. His hips powered back and forth as he rammed his length again and again into the clenching passage. He gripped the flesh tightly as his cock slammed into the hidden nub over and over and over, until Harry was squealing, the ability to form words gone.
He pulled free and drew a deep breath, then thumped back in, deeper and deeper, until he felt sure his whole body was within Harry. He was in Harry. And Harry was in him. Sobbing, he pounded the youngster, prick jerking in the tight confines of that luscious hotness. Head thrown back, eyes blind, he fucked as hard as he ever had, filling his lover with everything he had.
Severus yelled something that sounded like “Glue!” and spurted thick semen into the younger man. He collapsed over the sweaty back and kissed the neck. Reaching around, he found one of Harry's hands and held it gently. It was so at odds with the violence of their joining, and yet, both were fully satisfied by what had taken place, and both needed this moment of quiet when they touched in such a simple way, showing through contact what neither could say.
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CH28 preview: The weekend passed happily for the two men. Harry completed his homework and claimed his reward from Severus (sex). Then he wandered off and allowed Snape to catch up on his marking. Upon his return, he claimed his reward (sex) before grabbing a shower and snuggling up against the older man and dozing off. Snape carried Harry to bed and claimed his reward (sex).
It was a wonderful way to spend time. If only it could have lasted.
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CH27 AN: Feel free to review lovely people! It's approaching the end, so now is the time to ask any questions or tell me you saw everything coming. Oh, and any good titles gratefully received for the sequel. And still might post a preview, if anyone gives a damn! SP
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