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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83477 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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“Ahhh the lovelyyy Amelia,” Voldemort graced the vampire with what he probably thought was a dazzling smile, she regarded him coolly, “We’ve heard sssso muchhh about you.”

“Likewise, none of it good though.” she smiled, her eyes fixed on Alexander and Voldemort laughed at her insult.

Leave! Leave!…why are you there!

Harry wanted to scream, grab the vampire and shake her for being so stupid. Alexander approached her with some caution, glancing down to see that she held the bloody bear tightly in her hand and smiled.

“I knew you would come back,” he leaned and brushed his lips against her cheek, her face emotionless and cold. Bellatrix fumed silently, her body tense as she stood beside Voldemort, hissing with laughter the Dark Lord looked at her with glee, “You will always belong to me.”

She slowly turned her head to meet his eyes, a single solitary tear slipping down her cheek, Harry felt the desolation reflecting in her face.

“I will never love you,” she whispered, his face contorted with anger and his hand connected sharply with her cheek, the blow snapping her head to the side with its force, “Do what you want…you’ll never have my heart.” her voice broke on the last word.

“Oh my love, consorts tired of you already?” he licked the line of blood dripping from her split lip and hummed his appreciation at the taste, “Or did they finally see what you are.” her eyes snapped up to look at him and he laughed at guessing correctly.

“Assss touching assss thissss reunion issss, I mussst insssissst that we dissscusss what to do with ourrrr new guessst.” Voldemort interjected, a sly grin on his hideous face made Harry’s skin crawl.

“Kill her!” Bellatrix shouted, her wand in her hand and pointed at the girl, Voldemort gently patted her hand, she huffed while lowering the wand. Her eyes brimming with hatred as she looked at the two vampires.

“Touch her and I’ll fucking rip you apart!” Alexander roared, his eyes fixed on Bellatrix and Harry almost laughed at the look of hurt that reached her eyes.

“Now, now…dear Alexxx, there issss no need to fighttt.” the glee shining in his eyes belying his words, his enjoyment at the tension was evident.

“NO!” Harry shot up, dislodging his arms from the slumbering potion master, his heart hammering in his chest. Severus sat up, alarmed at the shaking of Harry’s body and the tears in his eyes.

“Harry?”

“Amelia…she’s gone to him!” Severus looked confused for a brief moment, horror dawning in his dark eyes at the realisation of Harry’s words.

“Why?” shaking his head to show he didn’t know, Harry scrambled to grab his clothes, the potion master grabbing what he could find and quickly throwing them on. Both of them, flustered and gasping as Severus threw powder into the fireplace and flooed to Dumbledore’s office.

The older wizard was trying to calm a distraught Remus, Lucius pale and pacing at the foot of his desk. Harry couldn’t contain his anger at the two men, blaming them for whole situation.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” he screamed, Remus began to shake, the tears falling and Lucius’ face fell at his words. Harry noticed that Saul stood glaring at the two men, his opinion obviously matching his.

“Harry, they didn’t know she would go to him.” Severus spoke quietly, trying to make Harry see reason. Stunned at him for trying to justify their careless actions, he looked at him with furious eyes and Severus matched his stare, “They cannot be blamed, she chose to go.” he pointed to the discarded gift boxes and Harry sagged, accepting that the gift had partly been her reason.

“She didn’t want him to kill any children,” Harry muttered, looking at Remus who was in Lucius’ arms, anguish on his face and Harry relented, “I’m sorry.”

“How can we get her back!” the fear in Saul’s voice matched by Harry, both of them imaging what Alexander could do to her, “There must be a way?” Draco touched the pleading vampire, Saul pulled him into his arms and buried his face in the blonds’ neck. Harry could hear mumbled soothing words whispered to the vampire by a distressed Draco.

“I’m going to get her!” Lucius suddenly declared, releasing the crying wolf to run to the floo, Severus sprinted across the room and grabbed his friend.

“Lucius!…you’ll be killed…it’s suicide!” Lucius struggled, kicking and pushing Severus to get him to let go, the dark eyed man clinging to him tighter.

“I don’t care…please Severus…I have to save her!” Lucius slumped in Severus’ arms, the fight going out of him as he began to sob. Remus immediately by his side and the two men clung to each other.

Harry tore his eyes away to look at Dumbledore, the man pensive and clearly deep in thought. He lifted his eyes to look at Harry, a twinkle in them and Harry’s heart raced, knowing that the man had an idea.

“The apparition spell?” Harry enquired, his voice full of hope.

“I’m hoping because she and Severus are in a way related that I maybe able to retrieve her.” Severus lifted his head at the mention of his name, his face bemused.

“My boy, I require some of your blood.”

The next hour was occupied with arranging all the things they would need for the spell, Remus threw himself into help acquire any items needed.

Harry was talking to Draco, the blond clearly concerned about his father when a wave of anger washed over him. Fury, white hot seemed to burn through his body, Harry stumbled back at the sensation and let out a rage filled groan.

“Harry?” Draco touched his arm and pulled back when Harry looked at him, “Your eyes!” the blond shouted, terror in his grey eyes.

Severus’ face was shocked as he turned to look at Harry, fear etched on his features and he ran to Harry’s side. “Voldemort!” he shouted, Dumbledore grabbed the shaking Harry, his body was convulsing as the rage took control.

Blood…blood everywhere, the scent filling his lungs. Eyes squeezed shut and refusing to open them, frightened of what he would see.

Screams, various voices filled his mind with a cacophony of noise, dull thuds and the sound of skin being cut made Harry want to cover his ears. The fury he felt building, prickles of pure hatred seemed to bubble beneath the surface. The need, the urge to maim and destroy filled his heart, Harry tried to fight the feeling.

“Do the spell!!” Severus’ voice reached his ears and his heart leapt at the rich baritone, “Harry, please listen to me…fight this…I love you.” the words like a beacon of light in Harry’s heart, the feelings for the potion master eradicating the hate that flowed inside him.

“That’s it, come back to me,” soft lips touching his made him sigh with contentment, he could feel the ghost of a smile pressed against his mouth, “Open your eyes.”

The first thing that Harry saw as he reluctantly opened his eyes was the smiling face of his lover, Severus leaned down and kissed his mouth lightly.

“Bloody hell mate, you scared us!” Ron’s voice echoed out and Severus’ eyes mirrored the sentiment, the trace of fear still in the black orbs.

“Voldemort?” Harry asked, sitting up from his lying position on the floor, Severus helped to move, his fingers stroking his skin and Harry shuddered at the warm sensation. Severus sensing the effect he had on him, leaned forward and whispered in his ears, the hot breath of the potion master making Harry’s pulse race.

“You’re insatiable,” there was a hint of mirth in the husky tone and Harry had to hold in the moan. Changing the subject Severus sat back and broke the intimate contact, “What do think happened?”

Harry closed his eyes, recalling the myriad of angry emotion he had felt, the absolute rage that Voldemort was projecting.

“He’s angry…something has happened.” his words made Remus clench his fists, the wolf looking at the floo.

“No, you wouldn’t make it through the front door,” Lucius’ yelled, he and Harry sensing the same thing about the pacing amber eyed man, “Remus, Dumbledore said the spell is ready…we’ll get her back.” he tenderly caressed the man’s face and Remus let out a despairing sigh.

“Gentlemen, it’s time.” Dumbledore offered, the ingredients in a small blue bowl, he dipped the tip of his wand into the mixture that contained amongst other things some of Severus’ blood. He closed his eyes and began to chant, Harry caught some of the Latin words but found it difficult to understand them. The bowl began to shake, the mixture emitting blue sparks, the tip of Dumbledore’s wand glowing.

BOOM!

The bowl shattered into tiny pieces, the sparks dissipated and a strange purple smoke drifted into the room. Dumbledore opened his eyes and Harry knew that it had not worked.

“What?” Remus’ fraught and worried, his eyes focused on Dumbledore and Harry saw the hope go out of his amber eyes. The elder wizard’s face reflected the sorrow and frustration in the room, suddenly a twinkle appeared.

“Dobby.” Dumbledore said, the instant he said his name the house elf appeared, smiling broadly at the older wizard and then at Harry.

“Dobby is needed to help?” he asked, bouncing with excitement, Dumbledore patted him on the head, asking him to calm down.

“Can you help apparate someone from Malfoy Manor?” Dobby’s bouncing stopped, his face grave and pale.

“Dobby is scared of that place…the Dark Lord is there.”

“Dobby, we need your help,” Harry knelt down to the elf, Dobby’s big eyes meeting his gentle gaze, “I know you’re scared but we need to save someone.” Dobby looked around the room and nodded.

“The pretty pale girl?” he offered and Harry almost sighed with relief, Dobby whispered “She’s a vampire.”

“We know but she’s at the Manor, she’s our friend.” Dobby listened to Harry’s words, his eyes still terrified.

“Dobby will go and get her, make Harry Potter happy,” he gave Harry a smile and Harry pulled the elf into hug, “Dobby is very scared.” he whispered to Harry.

“I know…please be careful, wait until it’s safe.” Harry whispered back , Dobby nodded and apparated away.

Draco watched his father, heart dropping at his anguish and felt helpless to do anything to make the pain stop. A soft hand caressed the back of his neck, he turned to look into understanding hazel eyes.

“I think he needs to know that you care,” Saul spoke, his own eyes mirroring his father’s fear, “Go and talk to him.”

With trepidation Draco walked to his father, Lucius looked at him with red rimmed eyes. “Father, I ….” Draco didn’t know what to say so he did the only thing he could and he pulled his father into a hug.

“I’m sorry…it was just so soon after mother,” Draco mumbled, his father tightening the hug, “I just want you to be happy.”

“Does Saul make you happy?” Lucius asked, Draco found his eyes drawn to the quiet vampire who stood by the fire giving the men some privacy.

“Very…I think that I might really care for him,” Draco lowered his gaze frightened of his father’s reaction to his declaration, Lucius tapped his chin and he looked up into his eyes, “Father?” Lucius’ eyes were brimming with tears.

“Draco, when you find true happiness, grab it and hold on.” he hugged him closer and placed a kiss to his brow.

“Thank you.” Draco whispered, his eyes on the vampire who met his stare with a soft expression and he realised that he had heard every word. Draco’s heart skipped a beat at the look radiating from the vampires face, pure need and love.

“Go and be happy…you have my blessing.” Lucius whispered into Draco’s ear and his heart sang.

“You too, father.” Draco said looking at the silent werewolf who stood watching the interlude, his amber eye staring at his father with utter devotion. Lucius followed Draco’s gaze and his eyes flashed with joy for a brief moment, then the sadness dimmed the happiness, “She’ll be okay.” Draco assured him, praying that his words were right.

“How long has he been gone?” Remus shouted, his voice angry.

“Lupin…Remus, calm down,” Severus ordered, his tone understanding but with an commanding edge. Remus was muttering to himself as he walked back and forth, Harry’s heart sinking at the overheard words.

“Can’t do this again….Sirius…oh God…please let her be ok…why didn’t I tell her I cared…Tonks…is it my fault?” Harry had to comfort the hurting man, grabbing him into an embrace. The wolf shaking his head at Harry’s reassurances that none of this was his fault.

The pop of apparition echoed loudly in the room, the scent of blood the first thing that Harry sensed before he even turned around. Hermione let out a scream and Remus howled at the sight. Bloody, beaten and impaled on a large sword, Amelia lay in Dobby’s arms. The house elf trembling, covered in blood and his eyes wide with fright.

“Dobby tried to help…men did this.” he stroked her brow, her eyelids fluttered at the sensation and Harry’s heart leapt into his throat. The movement from the vampire galvanised everyone into action. Saul and Lucius lifting the whimpering girl onto her feet, the sword stuck through her chest, the hilt under her ribs and the blade had emerged out of her opposite shoulder.

“What do I do?” Lucius bellowed, Severus looked at Saul who seemed to read his intentions and nodded. The potion master took a breath and yanked the blade from her chest, Amelia opened her eyes and screeched. The noise inhuman and full of agony, her eyes fluttered shut, slumping forward as she lost consciousness.

“Help her!” Remus yelled, helping the men place her onto Dumbledore’s desk, the blood still flowing and falling to the floor. Her body lifeless, the various wounds that littered body made Harry’s blood freeze, her face cut and bruised. Severus stood, running his wand over her body and cataloguing her injuries, his face pale.

“She’s been hexed several times including the killing curse,” he gently brushed a lock of hair from her bloody face, Harry watched the tenderness in the normally severe man and he loved him a little bit more, “The wounds are already healing, she needs to rest.” he let out a shaky, relieved breath.

“Dobby, what happened?” Dumbledore asked the traumatised elf, he sat pulling at his ears and staring at Amelia.

“Blood, so much blood, Dobby is thinking that she is dead,” he looked at her again, confirming that she wasn’t, “The dark Lord was hexing her.”

“Why?” Dumbledore soothed Dobby’s wringing of his ears, stroking the elf’s hand.

“The Dark Lord was angry…the pretty girl is killing his snake.”

“Nagini!” Lucius yelled, all eyes on the elf who nodded his head.

“Dead, she cut off it’s head,” Dobby shuddered, “The scarred man ripped the mad one’s throat out for hexing the pretty girl.”

What? Merlin…Alexander killed Bellatrix!

“Bellatrix, he killed Bellatrix?” Remus whispered, his eyes shining with hope.

“Yes, Dobby was so scared…so much blood.”

“What happened to Alexander?” Severus asked, Dobby looked at him with confusion, “The scarred man, what happened to the scarred man?”

Dobby looked over to Amelia, the girl still unmoving but the blood had ceased to flow. Her eyes closed, Hermione tending and cleaning her wounds with tears in her eyes.

“The pretty vampire killed him,” he lowered his head, pulling at his ears, “He told her that he loved her and she killed him.”

The room was silent as his words sank in, all eyes on Amelia’s pale, fragile looking body. Harry reached for Severus’ hand and entwined their fingers.

“Good, I’m glad the bastard is dead.” the venom in his voice surprising himself, Harry felt nothing but elation at the news.

“Will she be okay?” Lucius asked Severus, the dark eyed man nodded.

“She’s a fighter,” Saul spoke, offering a soft smile to her two anxious consorts, “I think that she was lucky,” he glanced at her with worried eyes, “I’m not sure she planned on surviving.” the weight of his words filled the room, Lucius let out a moan of anguish and Remus paled.

“Can we move her to our chambers?” Remus asked, Severus looked at the unconscious vampire and reluctantly nodded his head.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

Draco watched his lover go through a range of emotions, anger, relief and concern at the forefront. Feeling at a loss for what to do, he gently touched the back of his hand and the vampire met his worried gaze.

“I’m okay, my Draco.” Saul assured him and Draco allowed a shiver of arousal to travel up his spine, the vampire’s name for him making his pulse race, “My Draco, my Draco.” Saul whispered, Draco knew that he had sensed the change in his heart rate at the words. The blond watched as his father, Remus and Ron gently picked up the vampire, she let out a moan of pain and then was still again.

“I want to touch you.” Saul murmured in his ear, the tip of his tongue tracing the shell.

“Amelia?”

“She will be with her consorts, I’m not required,” he pressed a small kiss to Draco’s neck, “I must have you in my arms.”

Draco slipped his hand in Saul’s, allowing the vampire to lead him from the room, the others busy and not likely to notice their departure. They walked quickly, Draco’s heart thudded loudly in his chest at the anticipation of what was to come. Barely making it through the door before he was lifted and pushed roughly against the wood, opening his mouth to moan only to have his lips devoured in a heated kiss. His body felt like it was on fire, lust fuelling the flames that consumed him as he returned the kiss with vigour. Saul reached down and ripped open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, the sensation and the display of strength only increased Draco’s desire.

“Fuck me, fuck me…Saul!” Draco begged, the passion at its peak and erasing all rational thought, only need in the room. The vampire groaned at the words falling from Draco’s parted lips and roughly touched the blonds’ skin. His fingernails scoring the skin and making Draco whimper, the blond slammed their mouths together.

“Yes,yes,yes.” he chanted against Saul’s lips, his tongue licking along the lush bottom lip of the handsome vampire. The sting of the scratches seemed to enflame his desire for the vampire even more, the pain setting his body on edge. Stunned at his own reaction, Draco nipped at Saul’s lip and the vampire grasped his body to him, crushing their chests together.

“Draco, Draco, Draco.” the words chanted like a prayer from the vampire’s lips. He pushed his rigid cock against Draco’ own hard length and they both moaned at the sensation. The tension palpable in the room, desire rising and possessing both their bodies. Draco muttered a word and the feel of Saul’s cool naked skin against his own flushed flesh drew a whimper.

“More…more…Ohhh.” Draco gasped as Saul, lifted him up by a firm grip on his buttocks, the tip of his cock nudging his tight pucker. The vampire’s pupils dilated with want, pressing the head harder against the guardian ring.

“Use the spell.” Saul murmured against Draco’s lips, the blond writhed as he whispered the lubrication charm. Slickness coating his insides, making him squirm with excitement, Saul pushed further, the head slipping into Draco’s smooth channel. The vampire incapable of stopping until he was fully sheathed in the twitching tunnel, Draco exulted at the pleasure pain feeling of being stretched as Saul’s cock filled him.

“Ohhh you feel so…so good.” Saul’s eye lit up at the moaned words spilling from Draco’s parted lips, the blond wiggling his hips to encourage the vampire to move. The hazel eyed man bending his knees, supporting Draco’s weight with no effort, sliding partially out before slowly sliding back inside. The pace torturous and teasingly drawn out, Saul wallowing in the heat engulfing and gripping his cock. Draco grasped at his shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh , the need for Saul to move faster making him claw at the vampire with frustration.

“Mmmm I want to take my time with you.” Saul whispered, licking Draco’s moaning mouth and the blond realised he was in for a long night.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The blood still covered the floor and Harry’s eyes were drawn to it, Severus and the others talking amongst themselves. Despair washed over Harry, fear filling his heart and making him tremble. Uncertainty at the forefront of his thoughts, he looked at the people in the room and had never been more aware than at that moment that he could lose them.

They could die…because of me.

Hermione’s voice was clear, sharing her knowledge and ideas about the horcruxes. The others listening intently, Severus occasionally adding something and Ron who normally would have avoided any kind of school work volunteered to help research. Harry couldn’t take his eyes off the blood, following the dribbles and lines that graced the table, a flash of light from the fire caught something and it shone. Walking with trepidation to the table, part of a chain revealed the closer he got, sticking out of a piece of cloth that Harry realised was something that Amelia had been wearing.

“I’ve found something.” he called to everyone behind him, Dumbledore the first by his side, both of them reaching to pull the chain from under the table, a locket revealed. A shiver travelled up his spine at the sight, a wave of nausea and distress, the locket baring the initials R.A.B

“Harry….oh Harry put it down!” Dumbledore ordered his voice unsteady at the sight of the glittering locket hanging from Harry’s fingers. Reluctant to let go, Harry found his fingertips tracing the pattern decorating the front of the shiny talisman.

“That’s Bellatrix’s,” Severus informed them, his eyes narrowed as he looked at it, “The dark Lord gave it to her.”

“Is that a horcrux?” Ron asked, his tone shaking and Hermione grabbed his hand, Harry almost smiled at the touching display.

“Yes, I have a feeling that it is,” Dumbledore looked at the potion master, who snatched the locket from Harry’s hand earning a hurt look, “Harry, it must be destroyed.”

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“Please…please.” Draco whimpered, Saul’s tongue tracing lazy circles around the tip of his rigid cock, the pre-come spilling down the heated shaft. Hazel eyes fixed on his wild grey ones and slowly lapped at the leaking fluid, humming low in his throat at the taste.

“Fuck me….please!” Draco desperate with need, but the vampire merely smiled and continued his leisurely mapping of Draco’s shaft, tongue always active, driving the blond to plead with lust.

“Shhh My Draco,” he traced around the edge of Draco’s’ loosened pucker, the earlier penetration against the door leaving him slick for Saul’s questing fingers. Two digits sliding in effortlessly, the vampire unerringly talented at finding the spot that made Draco see stars. Thrusting three fingers inside him roughly and swallowing him down to the base of his throat, Saul hummed and the vibration caused Draco to scream with pleasure, his cock aching to come.

“Not yet, not yet.” Saul whispered as he pulled off the panting blonds’ cock, his mouth shining with saliva and Draco leaned up to kiss him, tasting himself on the vampire’s lips. The bitter, salty taste of his pre-come adding to his desire, his cock twitched and slapped against his stomach, the shaft rigid with need.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

They all stared at the locket lying in the middle of the floor in the room of requirement, Dumbledore insisting that they needed space just in case anything went wrong. Having tried various spells to destroy it, all to no avail it had been decided to try the sword of Griffindor. Realising now that the diary of Tom Riddle had been one of the horcruxes. Harry had remembered that the sword had been crucial to destroying the basilisk. Trembling, Harry grabbed the sword from Dumbledore and approached the locket, whispering in parseltongue.

“Open for me.” he commanded, the locket sprang open and spewed black mist, the fog almost solid as it crawled around the room. The shocked voices of everyone drowned out as Harry noticed figures in the mist, stunned when Severus and Lucius emerged from the darkness.

Harry turned to take in the incredulous stare on Severus’ face as he looked at his double. Hermione’s squeak of embarrassment caused Harry to turn and look at the apparition before him, stumbling back at the sight of Lucius and Severus kissing. The heat between the two men almost palpable, Severus dominating the blond in an intense kiss. Harry could feel rage building inside him at the sight. Part of him knowing that this was not real but a twisted fantasy created to distract from his intention, but the irrational part of his mind raged against the display. Heart screaming at him and the jealousy coursed through his veins, the men touching and caressing each other.

“Harry, its not real!” Severus shouted, his own eyes filled with shock and embarrassment. Lucius pulled away from the heated embrace, both men naked and aroused, his grey eyes lit on Severus and offered a sly seductive smile. Turning his head to take in the furious face of Harry, a slight knowing smirk on the blonds’ handsome features.

“He doesn’t really want you,” Lucius’ voice echoed out, spiteful and malicious, “He’s always loved me…why would he want a mere child?” he licked the phantom Severus’ lips and the dark eyed potion master looked at Harry with amusement.

“Lucius is right…oh don’t get me wrong it’s been fun corrupting the Boy Who Lived.” Severus laughed, Harry felt tears in his eyes at the false words. He looked at the real Severus and felt his heart break, unable to shake the feeling that he wasn’t enough for the man.

What if he leaves me…did he have a relationship with Lucius?

“Destroy It!” Dumbledore screeched, Harry moved without thinking and brought the sword down on the locket, the apparitions screaming and exploding into dust. The dust settled leaving everyone breathing heavily, Harry’s eyes glanced at Severus and his mouth opened before he had a chance to think.

“Is it true?” Harry whispered, Severus’ paled at the question and looked at Harry with sad eyes, “You and Lucius were together?” Harry struggled to say the words, Severus lowered his head and nodded.

“Harry…I…” Severus seemed at a loss for words, his dark eyes lowered and refusing to meet Harry’s gaze.

Harry couldn’t breathe, jealousy crawled up his spine and into his bones, pure fire burning at the thought of Severus loving another man. His magic crackled in the air and the others jumped, eyes wide with fear.

“GET OUT!” Harry shouted, his magic sparking wildly in the room, Dumbledore went to speak and changed his mind as he took in the look on Harry’s face.

“Severus, I think that we should leave Harry to calm down,” the older wizard ushered Ron and Hermione out of the door, Severus reluctant to move and had to be pulled by the headmaster, “He needs some time.” moving through the door, Severus was right behind him when the door slammed shut, trapping the potion master with the irate Harry.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Harry’s tone brooking no argument, Severus stood and his face contorted with anger.

“Do not tell me what to do!” Harry quirked an eyebrow and muttered a word, Severus yelped as he was bound to a chair, ropes holding him firmly in place and a gag in his mouth. A smile twisted Harry’s features, his green eyes wild with emotion as he addressed to bound man.

“Now that I have your attention,” Severus struggled and his voice tried to shout through the gag, “Shhh…I’m going to ask you some questions, understood?” the power flowing through Harry was quickly becoming intoxicating, shocked at his own words and actions but refusing to acknowledge it.

“MMMMM!” Severus’ narrowed his eyes and argued against the gag, the material becoming wet with his saliva.

“Did you sleep with Lucius?” Severus stopped moving, his eyes imploring with Harry to stop, he sighed and nodded when he realised that Harry had no intention of letting me go until he got his answers. Harry almost moaned with despair at the confirmation of his suspicions.

“Did you love him?” Harry croaked out, Severus’ eyes brimmed with tears and he shook his head. Sinking to the floor, Harry felt the fight leave him and he sagged against Severus‘ legs. Flicking his wrist and releasing the man, immediately pulled into Severus’ arms.

“Listen, listen…please…it was a long time ago,” Severus whispered, “It was while the Dark Lord…,” his voice hitched and Harry’s heart broke, “It was not love, it was comfort…Harry, I love you.”

“I hate that someone else touched you!” Harry’s voice loud in the quiet room, “You’re mine!” he slammed his lips to Severus’ parted one, his tongue trusting into the stunned potion master’s mouth. The residual magic still crackling and sparking from the tips of Harry’s fingers, Severus yelled into his mouth as the spark travelled across his skin. The potion master’s skin goose bumped at the sensation, Harry’s magic moving across his skin like electricity, the hairs standing on end. A sharp hiss when a brighter spark hit his skin, his black eyes went wild with barely contained lust and Harry moaned, moving to devour his mouth in a hot kiss.

“Say that your mine,” Harry demanded, slamming his lips against Severus’ panting mouth, the potion master murmuring that he was Harry’s. The crackling of Harry’s magic caressing his skin filling the room, Harry could feel Severus tense as the sparks touched him, “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yesss.” Severus hissed, the pain making his jaw tense but his cock was solid against Harry’s hip. The sting of the caress adding to the pleasure beginning to be experienced by the moaning man, Harry deepened the kiss, his fingers emitting blue light as they moved over every part of Severus’ exposed flesh.

“More, more…Harry… Harry… Harry.” Severus whimpered, the pain making his muscles contract and his back arched as Harry ripped open his shirt, exposing his chest, the sparks of blue washing over him. The scent of sex permeating the air, Harry leaned over to lick Severus’ hardening nipple, the magic hitting the moistened skin and making the dark eyed man’s breath hitch.

“I want to fuck you, lick you and make you mine!” Harry demanded, Severus moaned with the words, nodding frantically and licking his lips with lust.

“Yes, yes, yes….yours I’m yours…touch me, love me!” Harry couldn’t resist the man’s pleas, scrambling to pull his trousers down and hastily undid his own. Moaning loudly as his turgid cock sprang free from its cotton prison, the head already dripping with need. Severus’ eyes were hungry as he surveyed the bounty standing proudly from between Harry’s thighs.

“You’re magnificent,” he muttered, his obsidian eyes glassy with arousal, his skin sensitive after the shocks of Harry’s magic. Green eyes gazed at him, Harry moved to loom over him, the raw power evident in his verdant stare, “Harry, I will always be yours.”

Harry’s heart swelled, his magic calming at the man’s words but still fascinated by the reaction of the aroused man beneath him. Concentrating on the feel of his skin under his fingertips, the power flowing into him from Harry. A soft pale green light danced over Severus’ skin, he gasped and thrust up at the pleasurable sensation, the magic making him tingle all over. Slowly and with deliberation, Harry traced his magic over him, nerve endings sparking and twitching. Harry struggled to breath, feeling the magic swirling inside him and the reactions of his lover increasing his lust.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Harry took a deep inhale of much needed air, pressing his body against Severus’ writhing one, the potion master aflame with desire. The need building between them, the feel of skin on skin making Harry feel light-headed, realising that he would never have enough of Severus.

“Sev…” not finishing the sentence as the potion master reached down and lined up Harry’s shaft with his entrance, pushing down and encouraging him inside. Unable to fight his need, Harry thrust forward embedding himself deep within the undulating man, neither of them capable of speech with the overwhelming sensations. Soft, breathy exhales spilling from Severus’ mouth, his lip bitten and kiss swollen, Harry licked across his parted lips. Dark eyes fixed on him, the need shining brightly outweighing any possibility of Harry having hurt him, his voice trembling as he begged.

“Harry, move, move please, oh God…fuck me!” his head tilting back revealing his slender neck for Harry to lick and bite as he began to thrust hard into the moaning man. Flickers of light, rebounded around the room and touched their skin, Harry gasped at the sharp, tingling sensation. His skin hypersensitive from the magic drifting over them and it fuelled his thrusts, both men whimpering and gasping for release. Gripping Severus’ hips tightly, Harry tilted them and plunged deeper, his thrusts rubbing against Severus’ prostate, he moaned lustily and his dark eyes rolled back in his head.

“You want to come for me?” Harry asked, Severus grunted and nodded. His hair plastered to his face with exertion, the need to come rising in them. Harry’s fingers caressed Severus’ length earning a hearty moan of bliss, slowly stroking back and forth in time with his thrusts.

“I’m….” Severus took a lungful of air, his cock hardened further in Harry’s hand before he erupted lushly over them. The clenching of his channel around Harry pushed him over the edge, his own climax breathtaking as he poured himself into his trembling lover. Aftershocks making them both twitch and struggle to catch their breath. Soft lips touched Harry‘s, pulling him from the orgasmic haze he felt and he offered Severus an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry,” Severus kissed his lips tenderly, the gesture full of love and acceptance, Harry’s eyes brimmed with tears, “ I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.” his voice low, the potion master lifted his lowered chin.

“I can’t change the past,” he kissed Harry again, “But I can promise you that no one but you will touch me again.”

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The pale, small vampire lay in amongst the crisp white sheets, the harsh colour of her marks and bruises stark in contrast against the bed linen. Eyes still closed, dark smudges under the rims and blood adorned her pretty lips. Remus grabbed the damp cloth that Lucius had produced and softly, his amber eyes sad as he washed away the evidence of the battle that nearly killed her. Self loathing raging through him at the feeling of letting down and failing her in some way, knowing he should have taken her into his arms after the memory that she showed them. Lucius watched, his heart torn between his own guilt and the urge to soothe the distressed werewolf.

“She’ll be okay,” Lucius assured him, the trepidation he felt obvious in his tone, both men unsure of the vampires feelings towards them, “We’ll make it up to her.” he met Remus’ eyes and tried to smile, failing miserably. Remus reached across with his free hand and gently stroked his cheek, a small sigh emerging from the blond. Lucius let his body move forward into the caress and their lips touched, the kiss brief, just a meeting of mouths.

“Mmmm don’t stop on my account, a soft breathy voice echoed in the room, both men lowered their eyes excitedly to meet Amelia’s gaze, she smiled and gestured for them to continue, “I do so love to watch a pair of sexy men enjoy each other.”

“How do you feel?” Remus’ voice soft and concerned, Amelia tried to sit up and winced. Lucius moved to grab her, his face agonised at her apparent pain, shaking her head for him to stop and sitting herself up. Remus’ face a mask of misery mirrored by the blond, her reluctance for them to touch her making their hearts sinks with the knowledge and fear that she had not forgiven them.

“I’m okay…sore in a few places,” reaching up to touch the gash on her shoulder, it still seemed raw and slow to heal, “I will need to feed,” Remus moved closer, she pulled back, “Could you get someone from my camp?”

“You can feed from us!” Lucius barked, his voice terse and annoyed, his eyes fixed on the miserable look on Remus’ features. Amelia seemed unsurprised by his outburst, her eyes closed for a moment and she sighed.

“So blondie, giving me orders?” the question humorous but the edge in her voice was anything but amused, dark eyes looked at them both and her voice strong as she spoke, “Strange…so concerned now ,when you couldn’t even look at me before!”

“I…I’m sorry,” Remus whispered, his amber eyes gazing at her, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Amelia laughed, a bitter laugh.

“You didn’t hurt me…just proved to me that you don’t know what I am,” she glared at Lucius, “I’m not a tame little vamp, I saw the look in your eyes…I disgusted you!” Trying to move from the bed, she stumbled nearly falling to the floor, Remus reached to touch her earning a glare. She suddenly halted to a stop, her eyes widened and she looked at Lucius, her voice shaking.

“I killed him?” Lucius nodded, Remus opened his arms to her, she shook her head, “You should have left me there.” the finality in her voice made Lucius freeze to the spot, her tone so lost and despairing.

“STOP!” Lucius commanded, his tone sharp and full of authority. He grabbed her arm pulling her to his chest, she struggled but in her weakened state she could not push him away but Remus could see the strain on Lucius’ face. The wolf surprised when Lucius slammed his lips to hers, his fingers entwined in her hair and tugging harshly. A soft gasp of lust emerging from Amelia’s lips before the noise was swallowed by the aggressive blond. Remus stood still, his eyes filling with unbridled desire and the fire flashed in the amber almost making them glow. Stalking to them and pressing himself against her back, trapping her between the two of them.

“I wasn’t disgusted, I was jealous he had you and shocked by the urge to rip him apart for touching you,” Remus whispered in her ear, nipping lightly before continuing and his voice was fiery “You’re ours…I want to mark you as mine.” the possessive flare in his tone made Lucius moan, his fingers stroking behind Amelia and down Remus’ back.

“Fuck me!” uttered breathlessly, Remus and Amelia’s eyes fluttered open taking the words spoken by Lucius, the blond flushed and his eyes filled with desire with a hint of fear.

“Are you sure?” Remus murmured, his face to the side of Amelia’s and both of them peppering Lucius’ face with delicate kisses. Taking a deep breath and swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Lucius nodded. Amelia pulled the blond into a kiss, her tongue mapping the inside of his addictive mouth and he moaned at how hot she felt against him.

“Hot…you’re hot.” Lucius’ bewildered voice murmured against her lips, suddenly she seemed to sag in his arms, her mouth slipping away. Her unusual eyes rolled back in her head, her body collapsed , stopped from falling to the floor only by the fact she was sandwiched between the two men. Intense heat radiating from her skin, the gash on her shoulder bleeding profusely and blood spilled from her mouth, dribbling down her chin.

“Remus!” Lucius shouted, panic in his voice as they lay her down on the ground, her face flushed and she was delirious.

“What’s happening?” Remus touched her arm and flinched at the heat, she gurgled, blood pooling in her mouth and she began to convulse.

“GET SEVERUS!” Remus screamed, his face contorted with fear, “Please don’t die, please.” he whimpered.

Lucius rushed to the floo, blood over his hand and his heart racing. Looking back to see that she was still, unmoving and deathly silent. Remus’ eyes were wild and for a moment he thought she had died, Remus looked at him.

“She’s unconscious,” he pointed to the cut bleeding gash on her shoulder, “I think she was bitten by Nagini.”
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