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CH28 AN: The sequel is coming on well. And after asking for names I have had a think. I'm leaning towards calling the sequel Advances as that has several different meanings and also works with the theme of the story. On that, it's going to be more chapters than I anticipated; however, I have just written one for 1^st May (those of you who know their HP dates will know what happened then) so I just need to get Harry and co into Hogwarts and then the BoH can start. Epilogue is written, and has been written since about chapter three!
There is a possibility I'll do some vignettes after Advances – just a few moments in between the final chapter and the epilogue. Depends how motivated I feel. And on that:
Thunderbird – You always bring up the key points (curse/bless you). I shall say no more than that what Harry witnessed on his way to/from Hagrid was all part of Felix Felicis' working. And yes, it is unfair of me to ask for others to think of titles. I was hoping someone would come up with something that would inspire me, but afterwards I did stop and think (see above).
Silverus – glad to have you along. SP
Chapter 28 – Get down with the sickness
April's full moon slid by without a problem, as did May and June's. Days were full of work whilst in the evenings he rushed to his chambers to complete homework and see his partner. And nights... Harry had spent every night having sex, apart from the three nights when he was afflicted by his 'fluffy half' as he had taken to calling the wolf. Every time he said it, the creature inside him growled with anger and humiliation, which made him smile. Together they were both getting stronger: the youth and the animal that shared his body. Harry only hoped that when the time came for the final battle with Voldemort, that he was as strong as possible. If it took place on a full moon, that would really help!
Now, a week after June's full moon, he was lying in bed. Severus was next to him, still asleep. It was Saturday, which meant they could stay in bed as long as they wished with no-one the wiser.
His cock hardened as he shifted under the covers and began stroking gently over the strong thighs of the older man. Still dozing, Severus muttered something in his sleep and his prick began to stiffen. Harry watched, enjoying the sight. Usually, by the time he saw Snape's shaft, it was already hard for him. Seeing it like this, responding to his gentle touch, was such a privilege, and such an incredibly arousing sight that Harry had to tug briefly on his own dick to stop it aching quite so much.
He stroked over the flat stomach, over the thighs, nudging the legs apart to touch the soft skin of the inner thighs. All the time he avoided the hot hard length, watching as it continued to grow. He licked his lips. It looked so damned big he wondered how he managed to get it into his body, but he clearly did. And thoroughly enjoyed having it in him!
At last he dipped his head and kissed the wet tip, already shiny with fluid oozing from it. He fit it into his mouth and sucked hard, loving the thickness of Severus, and adoring the startled cry that came from the now very awake man.
“Harry...” his name was a bewildered groan.
Pulling free with an audible pop that made Snape groan again, Harry asked, “You were expecting someone else?”
He bent his head back to his task, cupping the hot balls and sucking the shaft back between his lips, bobbing his head. He could only imagine what this looked like to the other man, the sheet dipping and rising as his head moved.
The teacher panted and his hips began to shift as the incredible suction, wetness and heat overwhelmed him. He felt the delicious rubbing of his aching balls, the shifting of his testicles inside the skin that was being fondled; he moaned softly as a finger stroked behind his balls and tickled at his entrance. Although never planning on letting Harry take him, he could still enjoy the pleasure of being touched there where he was so sensitive.
The digit worked his twitching entrance as thoroughly as the mouth worked his jerking cock. Gasping for breath and clutching the mattress, Severus whimpered as Harry shifted slightly and swallowed even more of the thick prick. Now the tip was edging down his throat and Snape was moaning continuously as he fought the urge to just come in that wonderful mouth.
“Harry!” he begged, voice croaky.
The youngster pulled up and off and moved around so that he was visible to his partner. He spread his legs and settled across Snape's groin, ass pressing deliciously against the wet cock.
Harry leaned in for a kiss and Severus gripped the messy black hair desperately as they slicked their tongue together, all while Harry ground his ass and dick against the shaft he had been sucking. Pulling the boy's bottom lip between his teeth, the older man sucked on it, eyes dark with lust.
“Harry,” he moaned and the Gryffindor knew what Severus was asking.
His hips lifted, and then, holding Snape's prick, Harry lowered himself onto the shaft, letting it nudge against his opening and then breech him.
It slid in: a hot, hard length that filled him until he wanted to sob with pleasure. Making incoherent noises of need, the younger man rocked on the cock, his own dick flush with his stomach and bobbing as he moved urgently on the shaft.
Leaning up on his elbows, the teacher took in the beautiful sight of the Chosen One riding up and down. Every time he rocked up, Snape just saw his own cock appear and then it vanished as the youth ground down, crying out his rapture as the blunt end jabbed perfectly at the throbbing bump inside him.
Fingers digging into the sheets, Severus pumped upwards, thrusting himself harder and harder into the willing body that moved so faultlessly in time with his own. His groin powered up, wanting more and more of that unmatched hotness around his cock.
It was too much.
He came, spurting hard and fast into the still jerking body.
Harry wailed as he felt the liquid coat his channel and cried out something nonsensical as he too released.
Slumping down, the Gryffindor reached almost blindly for Severus' lips, kissing tenderly now that their passion had been appeased.
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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That Monday Harry completed his usual lessons – Potions, Muggle Studies, and a DADA class before heading off to the library. As was to be expected, Snape had set a nasty piece of homework and Harry knew he'd have to do some reading around the subject if he wanted to do well. And as he was currently sleeping with the man who'd be marking his work, he knew a poor grade would not be tolerated.
So it was that he settled at a table with a copy of Advanced Magical Theory in front of him and turned to the index.
Evening had fallen before Harry emerged from his studies, his eyes blinking suddenly as he adjusted to the lower lighting in the room. He had taken a seat by the windows deliberately, and now he saw how dark it was outside. At that moment his stomach rumbled and he knew he would have to hurry or possibly miss dinner.
Slinging his belongings back into his bag, he swung it over his shoulder and hurried off, risking Madam Pince's ire by not returning the book to its shelf.
As the library was on the first floor, he didn't have far to go and could smell the delicious food wafting out of the hall and along to his nostrils. His eyes narrowed as he spied Malfoy hurrying away from the hall, wiping his mouth in an abstracted manner. Longing to follow, but longing to eat more, Harry headed towards the wonderful scents.
He was doomed not to eat that evening as he ran into Dumbledore at the door to the Great Hall.
“Harry, I think I've found another horcrux!”
“Sir?!” Food – and Malfoy – forgotten, the youth stared at the headmaster. “Where? Can I come?”
Dumbledore gently led the youngster off to one side. “Of course you can, Harry, you have certainly earned the right. But I want you to think carefully before you agree. If you come along you will have to do what I say, no matter how odd the order. If I tell you to run and leave me, you must obey. Do you understand?”
“Sir...”
“I'm serious, Harry. We have no idea what protections Voldemort will have put in place, and we need to be prepared. You are vital to the fight and you know my own time is limited. So, if I tell you to leave me behind, promise me you will.”
“Sir...”
“Promise me.” The blue eyes were hard.
Harry's own gaze dropped and he mumbled, “I...oh, all right, yes, sir, I promise.”
Dumbledore seemed satisfied because he instructed the youth to fetch his invisibility cloak, and once it was in the boy's possession, led Harry to the main doors and led them both away across the grounds into the rapidly gathering gloom. Once they reached the edge of the wards, Dumbledore held out his arm for Harry to take. Not being a fan of side-along apparition, Harry gulped but took the proffered limb.
In no time at all they were inside a miserable, damp cave staring at a locket in a water-filled bowl.
The darkness of the cave seemed filled with danger and menace. And it wasn't just the Inferi that lurked in the water below them; no, there was a lingering sense of evil in this place, a sense of Voldemort's twisted power filling the dark cavern. It made Harry's stomach twist, and he had to swallow hard and breathe through his nose for a few minutes to beat back the nausea threatening to over-take him. His wolf was half growling, half whining.
What had ever possessed people to think this was a good place to bring children?! He thought. Admittedly, presumably before this cave had become home to a horcrux it had probably been less depressing, but still, it hardly made a child feel appreciative of nature and its wonders.
“Harry?”
The boy stopped wool-gathering and looked up at the headmaster. “Sir?”
“I think this is a potion, and it needs to be drunk. Now, I'm not sure what effect it will have, but I am fairly confident that Voldemort wouldn't have just included one that killed outright. He would want to know how someone discovered his secret. So, I remind you of your promise. I'm going to drink this potion...”
“No, sir, let me!”
“Harry...” he waited until the boy nodded resignedly, “I'm going to drink this potion and you must make sure I do so. No matter what it makes me think, or feel, or do, you must make sure I keep drinking. We need that locket.”
Swallowing past an uncomfortable lump, the youth nodded. “I'll look after you, sir.”
“I have never doubted it, Harry.”
Conjuring a goblet, the teacher dipped it into the liquid and stared over it to the youngster. “Your good health,” he said and drank.
It was a nightmare. Harry was stuck in a nightmare. Beside him Dumbledore was sobbing and moaning; around him Inferi were closing in, and he felt helpless. Nothing was working. He'd tried, he had, but although he'd given the headmaster some water, that man was still groaning on the floor, and that left a frightened sixteen year old to face some of the darkest creatures in their world.
Severus, he thought desperately, Severus, please, help me! I have to get back to you! I promised I always would. He moaned, feeling despair washing away all hope, Severus...
An Inferius grabbed him and he barely felt it, so lost in hopelessness. He was dragged away from the headmaster; towards the water where more Inferi swirled, hands clutching out to pull him to his death.
And then there was heat everywhere.
It pounded him, almost knocking him flat it was so intense. It caught his arm and made him cry out as his flesh sizzled, but it made the creature holding him let go and shuffle nervously back. In fact, all of the Inferi were scurrying towards the safety of the black water, eager to escape the terrible fire wielded by a recovering Dumbledore.
Gasping at the closeness of death, Harry stumbled over to the older man. “I'm sorry sir,” he panted, “I panicked.” He looked at the teacher, seeing the waxy sheen to the skin. “Are you all right?”
“I've been better,” Albus admitted, wiping the remnants of tears from his face. “But, we have the locket, don't we?”
Harry reached into the now empty bowl and pulled out the item of jewellery. “We do. Can we get out of here, sir?”
“An excellent suggestion,” the headmaster said, a small smile on his face. “I do feel that a visit to Severus is in order.” He staggered and Harry barely got an arm under him in time.
The entire trip back, Harry split his attention between the clearly frail teacher and the large silver and green locket.
Getting to the Three Broomsticks, Harry was definitely flagging in strength. Luckily, though, Madam Rosmerta saw them and stared with wide, frightened eyes at Hogwarts' headmaster.
“Albus! The Dark Mark! It's over the school!”
A change came over the old wizard. His back straightened, a dangerous light came into his eyes, and his voice spoke with calmness and a certainty that made Harry feel safe, “My dear, would you have broomsticks we could borrow? I need to reach the school immediately.”
The witch grinned and accio'd two of the required items to them. Albus thanked her and, with help from Harry and the bartender, managed to straddle the wooden shaft. Feeling more at home on the item, the student swung his leg over and led the way towards the school.
As they flew, Dumbledore was moving his wand, eyes focused somewhere in the distance.
“Sir?”
“I'm lowering the wards so that we can go through, Harry, and alerting Severus to our return. I have great need for him.”
So do I, Harry thought, although he felt sure Dumbledore's need was very different to Harry's. I need you so much, Severus.
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No preview for chapter 29. Just a statement. It's called Madness has now come over me. Oh, and it's the last chapter of Changes...
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