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Harry Potter the Dragonrider?	By : 2910leiv Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry was woken very early the next morning, when the man from last night came in and started whistling loudly. He groaned sleepily as it was much too early to get up. It was barely dawn outside. The man was however merciless in getting them out of bed; even going so far as tipping one of the beds causing the young man in it to fall to the floor. Once everyone was standing they were ushered outside into the courtyard. None of them were given any time to dress of any kind.

Harry blinked tiredly, not feeling entirely awake yet. They were ordered to stand on the glowstones on a segment of the floor. Harry was beginning to notice his surroundings and the most amazing fact that he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He couldn’t remember a time when he had been able to see so well. He stared around in amazement; taking in the buildings surrounding them, the pattern of glowstones on the ground and the diverse nature of the people standing around him. One of his fellow Squires was a very short female with long brown hair. Another was a boy who looked to be at least part troll. There was even a goblin standing four places away from him. The rest however looked human enough – at least until he could take a closer look. He remembered the girl from yesterday had orange eyes. He hadn’t spotted her, but he couldn’t turn to look around as the man was stepping in front of them and glaring at them.

“Listen up! I am Mr. Rodrick, and I will be you physical trainings instructor for your first two years here.” There was scattered mumblings at that. Not everyone seemed thrilled. “While you undergo training you are expected to put in a minimum of two hours physical exercise each day.” More mumblings and groaning.

“Two hours!” the boy next to Harry mumbled sounding appalled.

“For your first year we will start you out with one hour exorcize every morning before breakfast. The second hour will be placed according to your schedules. Some of your training will also count as part of the two hour minimum, so I am sure none of you will find it difficult to reach that requirement.” He glared at each of them in turn, as if daring them to prove him wrong.

“Seeing as this is your first day here, we will start out with a test to assess your level of fitness, stamina and strength. Each of you will be given an individual training program to follow as well as an individual diet plan.” He stared hard at a boy who was a little bit on the chubby side and to Harry’s shame, also at Harry. He knew he was underweight. The Dursley’s had starved him for years and even though food had been plentiful at Hogwarts he had never been able to stuff himself as he had seen Ron and some of the other boys do. He thought about the potions tugged safely away in his closet. Maybe he should ask for an appetite stimulant as well?

He shivered. It was a bit chilly even though it seemed to be summer here. It was a bit odd to leave Hogwarts at the end of autumn and the next day it was summer again. He supposed that’s what it felt like for muggles who fly from one part of the world to another.

“Inside that room,” Mr. Rodrick continued and pointed toward a building on the far left of the courtyard. “Is a muggle style gym.” That caused a new flourish of mutters. “Muggles have invented a plethora of machines to help them get fit. Our technical staffs have been able to modify them so they can function around magic. You will use them for your exorcise every day. The gym is staffed at all hours if you need any help operating the machinery or need help with your assigned tasks. Now follow me.” He trotted briskly toward the gym and the class followed him somewhat hesitantly. A girl next to Harry was protesting about being forced to use muggle equipment. The way she spat out the word muggle it was clear to the listeners what she thought about them. The chubby boy from earlier looked angry as did several of the others.

“Oi, watch what your saying, bi… My parents are muggles.” He told her, clearly biting his tongue so he wouldn’t swear at her. Another boy jumped in:

“Yeah, mine too.”

“And my mother was as well.” A girl added. The pureblood found her self being glared at by most of the humans and the non-humans didn’t exactly seem on her side either.

“My parent came to the Nexus Realm to get away from that crap. I won’t listen to your nonsense here.” A beautiful blond witch told her coldly. “We are supposed to be above that and the sooner you learn that the better.” She stomped on passed their instructor and into the building. The man was observing them carefully. One by one they joined their dorm mate and left the pureblood behind. She seemed rather shocked by everything and Mr. Rodrick had to call for her to shake out of it and join them.

The gym was an experience on it own. The equipment was state of the art and they even had a Jacuzzi and a masseur. They were each given a rather extensive questionnaire regarding their fitness levels, their likes and dislikes. When they had stood in the courtyard listening to Mr. Roderick Harry had been terrified they would be made to run till they dropped, like in the muggle armies. Instead they were given a tour, introduced to some of the machines and let loose for twenty minutes to try them out. It was actually rather fun. Especially when one of the guys lost control of the cross-trainer and panicked proclaimed that he couldn’t get it to stop. It wasn’t until Mr. Roderick grabbed the handlebar and brought him to a halt, that the guy remembered that the machine was powered by himself.

After the gym they were sent back to the dorm to shower and change. After that a middle-aged woman by the name of Salira Soontiil came and brought them to the mess hall. The room was large with many tables filling the room. The food was served along the right wall allowing you to grab a tray by the door, fill it and register before moving to the tables. They were each handed a card and told to keep it with them were ever they went. They were told it served both as an id card and as a payment card. The food of course was free for them, but the card allowed the health staff to monitor their diet. Just like with the gym the concept seemed rather foreign to anyone not muggleborn or -raised. When Harry held his card out to the lady at the register she tapped it with her wand and moments later a ding sounded beside her. She nodded her head toward it. He looked and saw two small vials had appeared at space clearly left for that purpose. He looked at her inquiringly.

“Your potions.” She said sounding bored and waved at him to get him moving. He was holding up the line. He grabbed them and headed for the table were some of the others were sitting. When he sat down he saw that the vials were labelled ‘extra-strength nutrition and growth’ and ‘appetizer’. Smiling he downed them and tugged into his food and listened to the reserved small talk and introductions around the table.

After they had eaten they were collected by the woman from before, who then escorted them to an auditorium. Harry was surprised to see a group of people already there. They seemed to be all sorts. Some looked human, others most definitely were not. He spotted at family of the same type of red humanoids he had seen the day before. There were also a couple of goblins and two centaurs.

Then he spotted Professor Snape sitting alone to the far left in the back row. The man was wearing a black robe and looked as guarded as always. He was observing the rest of room, a small frown marring his features. Harry never thought he would ever see the day when he would actually be glad to see the man. But he was. It was most like just the need to cling to the familiar in all the new, he reasoned, but he didn’t care. He smiled brightly at the man as he turned to watch the fledgling squires enter. Snape raised his eyebrow, but gave no other sign of recognition. Harry continued smiling, refusing to feel let down. A raised eyebrow was better than those dead glares he’d sent at Hogwarts.

The woman ushered them into their seats further down front and Harry forced himself not to turn and look back at Snape. Then the woman went up to the platform and joined two other people there. Harry beamed when he saw the Dragonrider, Mitakai with Snugglepuff on her shoulder standing up there. She smiled but showed no sign of having seen him. She was looking out at the crowd sadly. After they had waited a while and a few more people had entered the Dragonrider called for order. The room fell silent.

“Welcome everyone to the Nexus Realm introductory course. I am Lady Mitakai, with me is Madam Soontiil, Master Ranu and my dragon Snugglepuff.” She indicated each in turn and they bowed in greeting. “Together we are going to give you a basic understanding of the Nexus Realm. Now we are a bigger group today than we normally would, because we have the first year squires with us. This is their first day of training to become dragonriders.” The rest of the room turned to gawk at them and were whispering excitedly among them selves. A little girl of maybe four waved at Harry and he waved back at her.

“I understand that the majority of the rest of you are refugees from the Wizarding world.” That caught Harry’s attention. There were murmurs of assent. “On behalf of the Queen I wish to say how sorry we are for your current situation. We hope that you are comfortable and have been well treated here.” Again murmurs of assent. The Dragonrider nodded thoughtfully. “Here in the Nexus Realm we take great pride in showing hospitality and serving the needs of all guests. We will help you find a place to live, a job or school and some of the basic amenities. In return we expect you to become productive members of our society; that you will abide by the law; pay your taxes and do your stint at community services.”

“When will this happen? We have been here three days already and…” a man shouted from the back. The Lady held her hands up and said:

“Please, there will be plenty of time for questions later. Now… The Nexus Realm is ruled by the Queen of the dragons. It is their rightful home. The dragons you may know from the Wizarding world are distant relatives that emigrated a long time ago. They have since then degenerated to a more primitive form. Right now we are in the Queens capital, known as the Golden City due to the colour of the local rocks used for building here. Most people tend to associate this city with this realm. But there is an entire world out there, with many other cities, towns and villages. The nearest town is only about twenty kilometres away. There is plenty of farmland around, so if you are interested in farming, you need only fill out an application. We have a large array of shops and have a free market. Products for sale are subject to regulation and control by law enforcement, to ensure the safety of the population. We employ a guild system with a masters training program for learning most crafts. Guild certification is required for employment as skilled labour. If you already have a mastery, go to the appropriate guild. They will test you and recertify you.” She looked at the man beside her, Master Ranu, and took a step back. He smiled at her and stepped forward.

“I am Master Ranu. My mastery is with the Artisans Guild.” Harry began to tune them out as first Master Ranu and then Madam Soontiil talked on and on about everything from the tax-, health- and legal systems to politics and history. Sure it was good to know, but did they have to keep on and on about it? His legs had fallen asleep and his stomach was growling. The two people next to him were whispering with their neighbours and he couldn’t hear what they were saying. Finally the assembly was disbanded, but to Harry’s dismay the squires were told to remain. He looked longingly as the others, including Snape left the auditorium.

Madam Soontiil looked at them and said:

“You will go to your meal now. Be back here in one hour precisely. Tardiness will be punished.” They hurried away.

“Phew, I thought we would never get out of there.” Someone said.

“I’m all groggy from too much information and it’s not even past lunch yet.” Another groaned. Harry agreed with them wholeheartedly. They made their way into the mess hall and filled their trays. Once again he was presented with potions and he took them without a fuss. The young woman he had noticed with the orange eyes sat down next to him and said:

“Hi, I’m Oona.”

“Harry P.. Evans.” He quickly corrected himself. She didn’t appear to notice.

“Wizard?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “You?”

“Fey. Mountain fairy. Grew up in the mountains to the south of here. There’s a colony of us there.” She began eating.

“I’ve been there once, with my folks.” A boy across from them said. “Dad trades with them. Name’s Tom, Tom Feducci. I’m human and a squib.” There were gasps all along the table. Harry was astonished. He had been under the impression that they had to be able to do magic to become dragonriders. Tom was eating his meal as if nothing was wrong. “Merlin, were they pleased when I got picked for training!” he chewed his food. “Well eat up! Don’t know when the next meal is, do we?” he said before taking another mouthful. Slowly they returned to their food.

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Severus Snape walked along the golden corridor, which was open along one side to a courtyard one floor below, and secretly admiring the artwork that decorated the wall. It was done in the popular glowstones that not only provided a source of light, but was also rather decorative and apparently easy to shape. This particular corridor’s décor was in the form of a floral inlay about a meter high, which ran the entire length of the corridor. Little colourful glass pieces formed flowers, pixies, butterflies and other such fanciful embellishments. Genuine plants and flowers snaked their way up the columns along the courtyard.

It was sickeningly sweet and Huffelpuff’y, but it was very well made. He grimaced at the non-word, determined to never think it again. It was a mystery though why someone would decorate a corridor in such a fashion. He quickly schooled his features into the stern mask that had served him so well with the Dark Lord and the students of Hogwarts alike. The noise of an approaching group of people could easily be heard. Soon after they burst through a door and flooded the corridor, filling it with noise, laughter and constant chatter. They stopped in their tracks when they saw him and a dead silence followed.

He looked at them. They looked human at first glance, but he soon noticed the pointed ears, the pale skin and the ethereal glow about them. High-elves, his mind provided. Probably of the woodland variety. Suddenly the décor made more sense. This was their corridor. He bowed to them respectfully and moved to pass them by. One of them, a male with auburn hair and brown eyes, put his hand on Snape’s chest; stopping him. Snape looked at him, his mind working overtime to determine the man’s intentions. The elf just tilted his head a little and looked Snape in the eye.

Snape couldn’t feel any touch in his mind; what ever the man was doing he wasn’t applying legilimency. He was therefore rather startled when the man’s eyes showed a great understanding and sympathy. He was even tearing up. Snape tore away from him. There was no way he would stand there and be scrutinised and pitied by some tree-hugging elf. He stomped off, walking rapidly down the rest of the corridor, his cloak billowing behind him. But the odd feeling remained with him, that he had been tested somehow. The question now was whether or not he had passed.

Pushing the sentiment aside he strode into the next corridor and located the room he was headed for. It was the room for the Vocations Office. Inside a group of people were busy managing paperwork, interviewing applicants and who knew what else. It seemed a very busy place. He just managed to duck as a small scrap of paper came zooming by his head at great speed. Apparently they used the same memo system as the Ministry of Magic in the wizarding world.

His interview went quickly and without difficulty. He was told to rapport to Mrs. Jernigan at the potions maker’s division for recertification. Mrs. Jernigan was a tall rake of a woman, but with a skill for potion making that rivalled his. She was friendly and easygoing but also a woman who took no nonsense from her staff. She expected the best from her people and would not hesitate to send them packing if they screwed up. She told him this herself while sitting at her desk overseeing the rest of the room.

An assortment of people of varying ages was working on different potions at the workbenches spread out over the room. Some of them were masters, others were apprentices and some were students. The division was responsible for all the potions used by the Queen’s employees and everyone residing within her castle. They were also a member of the Potions Guild. Mrs. Jernigan handed Snape a list of potions and told him that he had one full day to make a sample of each of the potions on the list. The next day a potions master from the guild would test his samples and if they were done correctly and of sufficient quality he would be recertified.

His eyes scanned the list. He knew all of them by heart, but they were difficult and time consuming. He would need to take a bit of time to plan out which order he would brew them in. He was already so deeply immersed in thought, that he barely noticed Mrs. Jernigan summoning an apprentice. Startled he nodded when told the apprentice would fetch any ingredients and equipment he required, but would not otherwise be allowed to assist. The actual potions had to be entirely of his own making.

When his strategy was ready he waved the female apprentice over and told her what he needed. He was slightly improving of the fact that she took out a muggle note pad and pencil and started jotting down everything he was rambling off at top speed. While he waited for her to return he took a moment to glance around. The workbench could be adjusted in height by the simple touch of a button. It had built in Bunsen burners and a sink with both hot and cold water. Above the workbench there was an odd tube with a funnel at the end. He had no idea what that was. It seemed very much like a muggle science lab rather than any potions lab he had ever seen.

When the apprentice returned it was with a basket full of ingredients. Some were in bottles or glass phials; others, mainly the solid ingredients, were in little metal boxes with see-through lids, keeping each ingredient separate and uncontaminated until use. He suddenly had a memory flash of a young Hufflepuff putting contaminated beetle wings into a hair lengthening potion. The resulting explosion had been magnificent and the Hufflepuff had spent a month in detention going over the rule about keeping ingredients separate. He stepped out of the way and accidentally stepped on a button on the floor. The weird tube above the bench started making noise and he felt a draft from it.

“It’s a muggle invented ventilation system.” The apprentice said. “It sucks the potions fumes out. You activate and deactivate it by stepping on the button. You can move the funnel around if you wish.” He nodded his understanding and deactivated it. Something like that sure would be useful in the dungeons back at Hogwarts. He wondered if he could persuade the Headmaster to install the system there. But that was five years from now. He had a test to pass in the present. He set to work.

The preparation and brewing was almost therapeutic to him. This was something he knew and loved; and something he was good at. The strangeness of this new realm faded away as his entire being became focused on the proper slicing of lacewing flies and the correct stirring of each brew. At some point a house elf appeared with a plate of sandwiches and he absently ate them while stirring a potion thirty-three times clockwise and nineteen counter clockwise and waiting for two minutes and 12 seconds before stirring again. The house elf appeared several times more during the day and the night bringing food and cups of tea.

When Snape was pouring the last sample into a phial he had no idea what time it was. His back was aching from having stood upright so long. It was an old injury would act up whenever he did these long stints in the lab. He sighed. He wasn’t as young as he had been. He became aware of the presence of others in the room with him. A small contingent of house elves was busily moving about the room, cleaning it religiously. Fortunately they were ignoring him. He remembered the annoying elf back at Hogwarts. Debby? Dubby? Dobby! A small shudder coursed through his body.

One of the elves walked over to him, curtsied, snapped its fingers and a nice breakfast materialised on his workbench. The scent of coffee wafted through the air and his stomach growled. He nodded his thanks to the elf and pulled up a stool and began eating. ‘If I ever return to Hogwarts, I’m going to add a stool like this to my lab’ he thought as he chewed on a bite of toast. It was a chair designed for you to half stand, half sit in. Perfect for taking the weight of a bit without actually sitting down.

Just as he was finishing up his meal Mrs. Jernigan walked in smiling happily at him. Her jovial nature grated against his overtired nerves, but he kept calm anyway. It wouldn’t do to insult the woman who held the key to his future here. The house elves finished their work and disappeared, taking his empty breakfast plates with them. Mrs. Jernigan then told him she would be testing his potions samples herself and sent him back to his quarters for a rest. He could come back in the afternoon for the results. Tiredly he agreed and was soon sleeping calmly in his quarters.

Needless to say he aced the test. Each potion was perfect and of a high quality. Mrs. Jernigan promptly offered him a position as potions maker under her division. An offer he accepted, figuring he could always find another position later if he needed to. He was told to report for work the next day where he would be making the Wolfsbane potion. There was a group of werewolves in the city as well as a small colony to the south east and would soon be a full moon.

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Time wore on and our two heroes soon settled into a routine. Severus Snape spent his days brewing the potions required by the Division and his nights brewing his own experimental stuff. Mrs. Jernigan supported her potioneers in their extracurricular work and regularly encouraged her people to use each other in academic sparring sessions. He found that he actually liked having colleges he could share his trade with and who understood the intricate details of their business.

Harry Evans also found him self so busy that there was little time for anything but training and studying. He had quickly discovered that his teachers didn’t believe in written assignments as much as his teachers at Hogwarts had done. They expected their students to read ahead and to partake in the group discussions and casework. They also believed in surprise tests, which had come as something of a shock to several of the squires who had begun to slack off.

Harry however found himself enjoying the academic work, which was probably for the first time in his life. He liked the challenges his teachers gave them and he found it much easier to concentrate without his former Gryffindor classmates goofing off or the Slytherins trying to sabotage him. He did miss quidditch, but the sport wasn’t all that big here. Instead he had his physical training. He had noticed how he had begun to flesh out a bit and he also thought he was growing taller, but it was difficult to tell since his clothes were spelled to adjust with his changes.

He was currently looking forward to the harvest festival, which was one of the major celebrations in this realm. People were expected to arrive from all over the realms. Already the city was stocking up on trade goods and food sellers were busy preparing as much as they could of the items that could last. The bonfires were standing ready on the field just on the other side of the river. They would hold most of the actual celebration there, with music and dancing and lots of food. The squires had been buzzing with excitement for two weeks now.

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Finally the Harvest was in and the celebrations could begin. The squires were under strict orders to behave and remember that they were now role models. They were dressed in casual uniforms with tight trousers, long sleeved shirts and the dragon embellished tunics. Harry was with a group of seven other squires from his year, most of whom he had become good friends with. They were loud and boisterous as they made their way to the train that would carry them to the bridge district. From there it would only be a short walk to the festival grounds i.e. the field across the river.

Some of the girls complained that they would not be able to go shopping this way, but someone in the group reminded them that the celebrations lasted three days and the festival grounds were also covered in market stalls. They would all be parting with their meagre salary soon.

The first day of celebration was partly religious for some of the species participating and partly just an excuse to have fun. There were ceremonies related to the worship of nature that the elven squires insisted on participating in. Harry was rather curious about these as he had never participated in them before. Hogwarts and the wizarding families he knew were more Christian oriented, making Christmas the major holiday along with Halloween. It turned out the ceremonies emphasised the changing seasons and the generosity of the deities in their provision for the people. Though he found it very moving he still preferred Christmas.

After the ceremonies they wandered the field looking at the many wares for sale, the vaudeville show performing various amazing acts of magic, the musicians playing a rowdy tune that made people dance where they stood. Oona, the mountain fairy, grabbed Harry and made him dance with her right in front of a food stall. He was laughing too hard to protest. When the tune was over they headed over to the food sellers and brought their purchases over to the tables and benches. It was noisy, full of laughter and loud conversations. People were having a good time and the alcohol was plenty. Harry felt he had never been as happy as he was now. The dragons merrily remained on the outskirts of the celebrations, not wanting to accidentally injure one of the tiny people around them.

It was while sitting there, that Harry got something of a shock. In the milling crowds he had spotted none other than Severus Snape. That in it self wasn’t so shocking. He saw him often enough, lurking in the shadows observing his training or in the mess hall, where the man would sometimes eat his food. No the shock came from the fact that the man was smiling. He was sitting at a table with some other people and he was smiling. Granted his companions were roaring with laughter, but it was a huge difference from the sour, sneering dungeon bat he was used to seeing. Harry couldn’t stop looking over at him, no matter how much he tried focusing on his friends. Snape never looked his way and never gave any indication he had seen Harry at all.

Pretty soon Harry was dragged out among the dancing crowd and forced to dance, first with one and then another. Some time later he had completely lost count of how many he had danced with, though he knew not all of them had been female. It was rather strange actually. He had always hated dancing. But here, today, he didn’t seem to mind so much. Maybe it had to do with the fact that here he could just be himself. Here he was Harry Evans and a first year squire. Nothing more, nothing less. If he messed up, it wouldn’t be plastered all over the front page of the Daily Prophet. In this realm he could be the person he wanted to be without expectations or prejudice. He’d found the thought quite liberating, when it first occurred to him.

The bonfires were lit at sunset by a dragon breathing flames onto them. The music reminded him of the Celtic folk traditions and was very easy to dance to. A lively chain dance was winding its way across the field and around the fires. Harry laughed and followed along, making up a single link in the chain. They were nearing the edge of the forest when he broke free of the chain and it sealed closed behind him. He felt an odd sensation envelop him, drawing him closer to the forest. He knew he should turn away and join the others, but it was impossible to break free. Not that he tried. It was almost like a trance dulling his thoughts, making him docile.

When he got to the edge of the forest he could see a young girl standing further in. She was dressed in a floral summers dress with her blond hair hanging loose around her shoulders. She was signalling him to come closer. He walked over to her and stopped in front of her with a lovesick expression on his face. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He was quite speechless with looking at her beauty. Then she smiled and kissed him.

It was sweet and tender at first, but then he felt an overpowering surge of pure lust. She grabbed his tunic and tore it off him and his shirt soon followed. Then she pulled down his trousers and let them pool along his ankles. He was too far gone into the lust to feel the evening chill. There was only her and how good she made him feel. Before he could do anything she knocked him down, so he landed on his back. She was right on top of him, kissing and biting him. He roamed his hands all over her. Her skin felt so soft under his touch and he moved her blond hair out of the way so he could get a good look at her breasts. She was kissing her way down along his body, heading toward his cock which was painfully hard by now.

She took him in her mouth, making him gasp in shock. Never in a million years would he have suspected that it would feel so good. She began licking and sucking and he couldn’t help but jerk his hips up. She stopped sucking him off, making him whine in displeasure. Smiling she straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. Any remaining thoughts that might have lingered disappeared as she began to ride him. ‘Oh, Merlin’ he managed to think as pleasure overtook him. He dazedly moved a hand up to fondle her breast.

They moved together at an ever increasing pace and soon enough it was over. He screamed loudly as he came, jerking violently inside her. As soon as he was done he felt immensely tired. Blearily he looked up at the young woman, but what he saw was a hideous creature. Her skin was grey and wrinkled like tree bark. Her eyes and hair was black and her fingers were exceptionally long and thin as bones. She laughed when she saw his terror.

“There now, young one.” She said with a strange accent and Harry once again felt the odd haze fall over him and she looked like the young girl again. “Go to sleep.” She waved her hand over his face and he promptly fell into a deep sleep.

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Severus Snape was stumbling along the edge of the forest looking for a rare animal he believed to have spotted just moments earlier. Had he been entirely sober he would perhaps not have undertaken such an endeavour as it would be highly unlikely any animal, rare or otherwise, would choose the harvest festival as a good place to be. He snickered drunkenly as he spotted a bare pair of legs on the moss covered ground. ‘No,’ he chuckled. ‘They are not bare. There’s boots and trousers by the ankles. Wonder what they’re doing here?’ he stepped closer. His less than normal coordination caused him to fall over a tree root and land on all fours right in front of the rest of the person.

“Harry?” he whispered. “Harry Potter?” The young man didn’t stir. He was naked from the ankles up and covered in love bites. Snape reached out and grabbed the man’s shoulder and shook it. No response. He pulled his hand away in an unintentional caress down the young mans body. He certainly was good-looking. Still a bit thin but getting there. The physical training was evident in the muscle toning. ‘If only I were twenty years younger.’ Snape sighed to him self.

“Come on, Golden Boy. You can’t lie here all night.” He said and tried waking Harry again. He even tried pulling him up by the arm, but lost his balance and tumbled down laughing next to the young man. Once he was lying down he no longer felt the need to get up. He would just lie here for a few minutes first. He yawned, making his jaw crack. Moments later he was fast asleep.
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