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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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CH29 AN: Well, here's the final chapter. If you've held off reviewing, wondering how it'll end, now is your chance. Curses are expected...
Book_addict_89 – thanks for the review. I like Advances as a title too. I was considering, at one point, calling it Changing, and then the extra titbits Changed. Obviously decided against it.
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Chapter 29 – Madness has now come over me
Harry felt his body clench with fear as he stood in the tower, covered by his invisibility cloak, frozen, and watched Snape kill Dumbledore. Even Petrified, tears spilled from his eyes as he saw the self-loathing in Severus' eyes. Afterwards, he stumbled after Snape, wanting to say something, anything, to make the older man feel better about his actions that day. But even mock duelling, he couldn't find any words. And he watched in disbelief as the man who had helped him after he had become a werewolf, the man he had finally acknowledged to himself he loved, passed the threshold of Hogwarts' wards and disapparated.
What was he supposed to do now?
His eyes were fixed on the spot Snape had occupied before he had vanished. If sheer will had been strong enough to do so, the DADA teacher would have re-appeared. But it wasn't. He was left, one ear twitching, the wolf in him growling and restless, already missing the teacher.
People were gathering at the base of the tower, taking in the unbelievable sight of Dumbledore's broken corpse. Harry wanted no part of it. Instead he walked stiff legged back to the room he had shared with his partner and looked around at it. Everything seemed so normal. Everything was as it had been in the moments before Harry had gone to dinner. His half-finished cup of tea was still sitting on the side table, now completely cold. The magazine Severus had been reading was open and looked as though it had been thrown aside.
Harry reconstructed the dreadful events: Snape suddenly realising the danger to Harry and Albus, tossing aside the periodical, running up to the tower... then what? Harry chewed his lip. Then, he thought, Severus would have stayed quietly out of sight until the Death Eaters arrived. He probably saw Dumbledore's return, knew Harry would be hidden, and then stepped out to do what he had promised. And Harry had just had to stand and watch, not quite believing even as Severus cast the spell, that he really intended to kill the headmaster.
How could anyone do that? Even knowing Dumbledore was doomed anyway, how could someone kill a so-called friend?
His eyes focused once again on the world around him and he saw a shard of broken glass that had escaped being cleaned up. Heat rose as he recalled all too clearly how it had come to be broken...
“Severus?” Harry had stood in the living room, wearing only soft casual trousers, and had tapped his foot impatiently.
The older man had been working in the small office that adjoined their rooms, determined to finish marking at least one set of homework before he gave in to Harry's siren call. Since they had begun having sex, Snape was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his hands off his young lover.
Annoyed, Harry had looked about the room. Snape had made it clear that when he was in the smaller room, he wasn't to be disturbed. So what excuse could he give to visit the man? Spying the decanter and the tumbler by it, he poured a drink and carried it through the hidden door into the office.
“Drink?” he asked, leaning one hip against the jamb, and doing nothing to hide the bulge in his trousers.
“I'm still marking.”
Harry had to admire Snape's persistence. The teacher had refused to so much as glance up. It just meant Harry had to be sneakier.
He had dipped one finger into the alcohol, sniffed it and then rubbed his nipple with it. He gasped at the sudden pleasure of the cool liquid pimpling his nub, making his cock jerk. “Ohhhhh,” he moaned.
And still Snape had ignored him.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Carefully, Harry had tilted the glass so that a dribble of dark liquid dribbled down his chest. “How much does your fire whiskey cost?” he had asked innocently.
“Far too much, why?”
“Because I'm spilling it all over myself.”
Snape had jerked his head up then, eyes dark with anger. The anger had become lust before he had even taken in all of the Gryffindor's appearance. Growling, he had tossed aside the quill he had been using, grabbed the glass, knocked back the drink and fixed strong fingers around one of Harry's wrists.
Harry had gone willingly into their living room, and had pushed himself close to Snape, using his free hand to grip black hair and tug the face down so that he could reach those delicious lips.
“Turn around!” The older man had ordered roughly spinning the youngster about.
Delirious with joy, Harry had quickly complied, bending over when he had felt pressure on his back. He had groaned as his trousers had been slowly removed, exposing his twitching entrance.
“What the?!” he had yelped as the cool glass had been rested in the small of his back.
“Keep still,” Snape had ordered and slid to his knees to kiss the quivering thighs.
Eyes crossing, Harry had had to lock his knees to keep from collapsing. He had no idea how Severus was still able to surprise and arouse him so completely, especially after all the times they had had sex, but, there was no denying the teacher knew how to keep Harry on his toes. And on his back. And on his knees...
The kisses had continued, but added to them had been soft strokes of clever fingers edging ever closer to his needy pucker.
“Oh, hell, please!” he had sobbed, head dropping between his out-stretched arms. The tumbler had wobbled on his back as he had shifted his hips, desperate for more.
The fingers had circled around and around his hole until he had had to clench his teeth to keep from screaming. Severus liked knowing he'd made his young lover insane with need, but he had expressed a desire to never hear Harry scream again. A particularly intense night had left Harry incapable of speech altogether, and so Snape had decreed the boy was to try and control his louder cries.
Eventually, Harry would fail and begin making noise. Snape's mouth had curled into a smirk at the realisation that this young man needed him so very much that the Gryffindor was close to shouting.
“Sev...” he had panted, unable to find enough breath for all three syllables.
Those damn fingers had just kept circling and circling. Never once breaching him, which he ached to be. Harry had no need to be stretched. They had had sex enough that his body adapted at once to the pressure of Severus' large cock. Yet still Snape had tormented the youth.
“Please!” Harry had begged again, tears at the corners of his eyes, his need was so intense. His nipples had been hard, and aching, despite not being touched. He had whimpered, needing so much more than just kisses along his thighs and those damn fingers teasing his entrance.
Harry had jerked his hips helplessly as those digits had just pressed the barest fraction into him. Just a quarter of an inch and then back out.
“PLEASE!” Harry had shouted, head thrown back, shoulders shaking. He hadn't even noticed the tumbler pitching off his back and smashing on the floor. But Severus had.
“You broke my glass,” the older man had said, voice stern and so damned sexy.
“I...? What? Please!”
Snape had stood and had freed his swollen leaking length. There had been stillness for a few moments as he had slicked lubricant over the twitching shaft. With care he had fed it into the tight channel, loving Harry crying out his relief.
“Oh, thank god! Thank you! Yes, oh yes, please!”
And then Snape had tightened his hands on the boy's hips and begun moving. He knew, because experience had taught him as much, that Harry's cavity would cling tightly to him, squeezing every droplet of his seed free when the time came. Until then, he would have the incredible bliss of feeling his dick clutched with eager desperation. A desperation that grew each time his tip jabbed that small lump within Harry.
“Please!”
Rock, twist, jab.
“There!”
Slide, wait, thrust.
“Yesssss!”
Pause, grind, stab.
“Nnnngh!”
That had been it: the sign that Harry was lost in the pleasure only Severus could give him. Once Harry lost the ability to form words, Snape had known it was time to take them both over the edge.
And he did.
His dick had slammed again and again into the clenching passage, ramming his hard length along to prod again and again at the nub he knew brought Harry such joy. He had felt the tightening in his balls, the skin brushing against Harry as he gripped the hips and powered fiercely into the lithe body.
Just a little longer.
But he always broke before he wanted to. Always spurted so hard and fast into Harry that it left him insensible for a few moments.
It was a blissful failure.
This time was no exception. He had let loose one sharp cry as his orgasm had taken him, shooting his seed into the channel milking him. Severus had almost sobbed when he had felt the tightness of Harry's orgasm gripping his over-sensitive dick...
There was a knock at the door. It sounded impatient and as though someone had been thumping the wood for a while. Harry pulled himself out of his memories, not that he intended to answer the summons. Whoever it was could go away. It didn't matter. Nothing did any more. Not with Severus gone.
The door opened.
“Harry?” It was Hermione. Her eyes were red, and her face showed all too clearly her shock and misery; yet here she was, coming to find him.
“Hermione,” he replied, knowing that she would just keep pestering until he acknowledged her.
She closed the door softly behind her. One set of knuckles showed red where she had pounded on the timber. Moving as though in a dream, she drifted towards him, her eyes wide with fear. “Dumbledore...” she began.
“I know,” he replied dully. “I was there.”
“You were ...?” she gave him a horrified look. After a long pause she asked, “What happened?”
Heart squeezing, stomach churning, Harry choked out, “Severus.” Even knowing the full story, he couldn't bear to admit who had killed the headmaster.
“No. Oh no! Harry!” Hermione's voice rose. “But you and Professor Snape were...” she stopped, blushing.
So, she had known, Harry thought, not caring in the least. Let the whole world know. Let them all judge him and find him wanting. And find me wanting for being his. Maybe then they'll stop looking to me to somehow fix all of this!
The wolf in him suddenly snarled and Harry listened to it, hearing the animal more clearly than he ever had before. His voice was louder, almost like he was standing alongside the youth, rather than sharing the same body. - Stop feeling sorry for yourself! He's mine. And you think he'll submit with you behaving like this?! Pull me to the surface; I'll keep you strong. -
Harry moaned and dropped his head against a wall. It was so tempting to allow the wolf to be in charge, especially when he didn't want to be. But would it be safe?
- Yes! He is mine, and I am his. You think I could hurt others when he wouldn't approve? You know nothing of my nature! My true nature. Now I know myself, know you, know him. -
Green eyes still full of pain, but determined too, Harry straightened up. “Right,” he said briskly, looking at Hermione, “the whole world needs to know what a bastard he was,” Inside him the wolf growled and almost purred at the same time. “He killed Dumbledore. And everyone needs to know it.”
“H-Harry, you think he was a murderer?”
“I know he wasn't. But to keep him safe, to make Voldie think Severus is loyal, we need to make it sound as though he was. Understand? It's the only way to keep him safe until I can rescue him.” He paused, head cocked on one side. Suddenly he gave a soft smile. “Apologies, until we can rescue him.”
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CH 29 AN: And my humblest apologies. When I began this I never intended it to be a two-parter.
Advances will begin posting shortly. I'm holding out for some reviews for this chapter ;). I don't normally do this, but a few reviews in return for the start of the sequel? Seems a fair deal! Also, the whole of Advances is written, apart from a few sex scenes, so there is nothing to stop it being posted, if I'm feeling encouraged *cough* review begging *cough*.
If you have had email updates for Changes, I am assuming you'll be okay receiving Advances ones too. If not, just let me know. It's fine. And if you want to be added to the notification, let me know your email address in a review or drop me a line on affsickpuppy@yahoo.com.
Oh, and on the full moon dates, they are all accurate, by the way. I spent far too long checking the dates on the net (and re-writing when I realised I'd been looking at the wrong year – grrr!). Because I'm me, I also had Harry and Severus' timetables written down so I could make sure lessons took place at consistent times.
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Advances CH1 preview:
She was looking at him with watery eyes again.
“Tonks, what is it? Why do you cry when you look at me?”
Wiping her eyes, she got up. “I just feel sad you have gone through this, Harry. You're so like him, like Remus; you have the same soul...” she stopped and tears began to trickle over her cheeks.
“Remus?” Harry said, voice toneless. “I make you think of Lupin, is that it?”
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I've had to choose the preview with care to avoid giving anything away. Also, at one point, I had Remus turn up in the story and talk to Harry – until I remembered I'd killed him! Dear lord I am dumb sometimes!
I was quite tempted to stick in a preview for a much later chapter. … Well, why not:
“Get down here you little bastard!” The Death Eater shouted at Harry, sending a spell into the floorboards and making them crack and pieces go falling onto the floor below.
“Fuck you, dick head!” Harry yelled back, “Go back and tell your precious little Dork Lord that you failed!”
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