Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 29
- 30
- 31
A/N~ For anyone fearing I won't finish, I totally plan on it. Infact, just like the original author, the last chapter has already been written... It's just the inbetween that needs completion :D Here is the next installment.
Meechypoo~ Thank you. Sirius and Severus have much more to go on thier rollercoaster ;D
djaddict - Thanks. I find myself batteling to ensure each character gets the right treatment to be who they are, and who they could be in glimpses. The scene with Harry is one I really felt I had to write. Sometimes this story reflects emotions in a way so that the reader truely feels with the characters, instead of using words that do not do them justice. Hope you enjoy this next chapter.
Calmzone1 - Thanks for reading, and I would email as soon as I post this to let you know it's updated, but you did not leave an email for me to reply to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 30 - Wolves, Fangs and the Green eyed monster
Albus Dumbledore sat in a comfy purple armchair studying the steaming glass of tea. He had always had a sweet tooth, so it was no surprise that the small cup of tea held no less than 5 cubes of sugar. Most people though would never understand why he added cream to soften the flavor, but his humorless smile accompanied his thoughts.
Sometimes when he looked at Harry and Draco, there were flashes of his own past scattered in his mind. Memories he had tried to forget, but his heart would never let him. Gellert was always a breath away. They had been so close, yet had never allowed what could have been get in the way of the greater good. It was times like these, when he saw the softness of his tea, that he remembered the smile that changed his life, and wondered ‘what if’. Time was a temptation for him, He had wisely chosen to let the other teachers handle the time turner. He knew the regulations, and only once ever broke them. But to go back to that day…
Albus felt the blush to his toes when the blond boy with a merry face turned to face him with a smile that almost knocked him to his knees. “Al…” Gellert barely whispered as he looked around the hall. There was no one about, they were , for the first time, alone. “I can’t focus when you look at me like that.” Albus stated, his palms beginning to sweat.
Gellert’s smile seemed to grow larger, and an mischievous look entered eyes as blue as the sky. He moved slowly, fully aware that Albus was not moving away. They were inches apart, and one pale hand reached to push a strand of auburn hair out of his eyes. Albus caught his breath when those eyes darted to his lips for just a brief moment, and then he lost it. All composure he had bound up for years. He closed the distance and reached for Gellert and kissed him.   For a few brief moments in time, the world spun faster, the light burned brighter against his eyelids and his entire being felt centered for the first time.
Their kiss was perfect, light and soft, there was nothing but pure bliss. Until Gellert, pulled away and Albus blinked a few times. He noticed a dazed expression that was quickly muted.
“Al..I...we can’t.” Gellert’s words were like ice on a fever. “We can’t be distracted, remember the greater good.”
Now with Harry, he was reconsidering what the ‘greater good’ really meant, and how important it should be. All those years ago, he had known there was something special about that boy, but to see it in the contrast of reality was humbling. Gellert had touted the greater good as a way to seduce him, and the glory that was to accompany their end results was not something he hadn’t wanted. He carried the scar from his fight, but he knew that in the end he could never kill the man he had loved for so long. It was his love that had blinded him and hindered him from confronting Gellert for so long.   He stirred his tea one more time before taking a sip and letting the warmth fill his tired body. Once again he let go of his memories, to prepare for the day, and to speak with Harry Potter.
Draco held tightly to the cold hand entwined with his. Tears fell as the hand he held went limp and lifeless. The green crack of the killing curse could not to be mistaken, and the tall wizard delivering the curse was the most feared dark wizard. Death’s words shimmered through his mind, “Harry cannot die except by the hand of the Dark Lord.” Draco could not pull his hand away from Harry’s and he did not want to. He defiantly looked up into the red eyes of Voldemort and laid down next to Harry, ready to lay down with the man who was his whole world. Only then did the icy hands of death stop him...
Harry stared hard, his thoughts swirling back to his time within the curse. The vision in his arms made him feel so inadequate. Alabaster skin that was perfectly soft as silk, the white blond hair smelled of fresh lemons and Harry nearly cried as he let the scent wash over him. How could he claim such a treasure for himself? Images of the dark blood stain against the dungeon wall flashed in his mind and he winced. If he had not taken that step to gain Draco into his life, there would have been no pain.
Harry was so lost in his own dark thoughts that the impact of Draco’s kiss caught him off guard, as did the harshness of the words that came from perfectly pink lips.
Draco woke feeling refreshed, as if something that had been weighing him down for ages had finally been removed. He vaguely remembered the dream, but his head was finally clear of the bondage chains he had been under. When he rolled over to look at Harry, he found a darkness covering his angel’s features. The emotions flowing off the bond were of such guilt it was agonizing. Harry had a tendency to internalize everything and inject a responsibility onto his own shoulders. Draco frowned, he could not let this go on much longer or Harry would self destruct.
“Stop tearing down the man I love.” Draco admonished before he descended to capture Harry’s lips in a punishing kiss.
Draco bit down hard making Harry gasp and open so he could taste every part of Harry’s mouth. He slowed down, and let the kiss heat their bodies and their hearts. Draco’s hands filtered through soft inky hair as he moved closer pressing all of himself into Harry’s heat. He needed to breathe Harry, needed to touch him to feel he was real and present. He let his free hand drift, slowly caressing first a muscled arm, then the curve of Harry’s hip then the parts of Harry’s leg that he could reach. He broke the kiss and stared down into dark green eyes swirling with so much emotion.
“I love you, Harry. Every part of you, from the danger that entails to the complete way you love me in return with everything you are. There is nothing I want more than to be with you always. I will stand until I have no breath left, but I trust you to give the breath I need. I see your self-punishment in your eyes,” Draco watched a clear tear fall from his lover’s eyes and it wrenched his heart. “Just as you want to hold on to me and others who you love, I want to hold on to you just as much. Seeing you in that pain and agony nearly killed me… you wanting to give up...I almost followed, only Death’s hand seemed to keep me here.”
Harry wanted to melt into the kiss, Draco was upset he could taste the fear rolling off his husband. The sweet softness that followed the initial harsh bite left him aching, each plane of Draco fit against him perfectly. Every stroke of hand made him want to cry from the perfection of it all, the love was so strong he was bound by it. Those eyes held his and Draco’s words broke a dam inside of him. He wanted to have the perfect love, he wanted to deserve this pure tenderness that Draco was showing him. Hearing that Draco loved him so much that he almost gave his own life to follow Harry was gut wrenching. He never wanted that for Draco. He reached around and tightened his grip on Draco and they lay together, breathing each other and soaking up the wonder of their love. There was no claiming, only soft assurances and whispered promises.
Harry did not look forward to the meeting with Severus, Sirius and Albus. He knew it was necessary. Draco was alive this morning, and Harry loathed to test the theory of if the curse was gone. They used the floo to go to their rooms at Hogwarts. Harry waited and caught Draco’s hand when he came through. Draco was grace as always. He searched silver eyes for any reluctance, but found none. There was only a determination that made him smile. His savior was so strong sometimes that it made his stomach flip with pride.
Severus stood apart from the others, waiting. Draco set his jaw and let go Harry’s hand and walked up to his godfather. Draco’s smile was brilliant, causing Harry to freeze in his observation, but he breathed a sigh of relief… it was gone.
Draco threw caution to the wind and embraced his godfather, much to the darker man’s surprise. Severus returned the slight affection with a relieved smile as well, his eyes searching for Sirius who just serenely looked back with joy.
Harry gestured for them to sit, Albus took an armchair opposite Harry and Draco. Sirius and Severus took the other loveseat.
“So what do you want to know?” Harry asked quietly. He wasn’t sure how much of the nightmare he would reveal just yet, but he was ready to discuss the curse. It seemed like an eternity before Albus started with the questions. Severus had to interject the intricacies of the curse.
“Voldemort let his followers delve deep into the Dark Arts, the bloodier the better. Blood seemed to call to the Dark Lord, so some of his followers were more vicious than others. Amycus was one of those. He had an unnatural affinity towards blood curses. In the first war, some were tied to the Cruciatus curse in order to cause more pain. This particular curse used the victim’s blood to strengthen an Impirio thread in the mind of the victim. It would cause pain, and discomfort when a Death eater was near, but would grow until insanity set in. The problem would be when one of the Order found the strain early, you remember Albus,” Severus implied. The older wizard nodded. “Amycus recently found a way to tie the blood of a tortured victim to that memory charm to act as a catalyst for anyone who tried to help. I heard briefly about it one meeting, but was distracted by other affairs. Harry was targeted because his intention was to remove the curse when he viewed the memories, that triggered the catalyst. Though I am not sure what good the Anticiposa potion would do, but it is a strong anti-memory influencing potion that can counteract many similar curses.”
Harry breathed deeply, “The rebounded curse attacks the deepest insecurities and exploits them. It was designed to drain one’s will to live.”
Sirius looked at Harry with deep concern, Severus’ calm facade seemed to waiver. Albus only looked at Draco, deep compassion seeped out of his blue eyes.
Draco tightened his hand in Harry’s and squeezed, letting his love flood the bond. He was surprised by the elation the flowed back, as if Harry was still unsure by his love. Draco held a chuckle that threatened to let loose.   Harry was ever surprising him, his old perceptions toppled one by one until Draco fell deeper in love with this angel.
Harry straightened for a moment then sighed, there was a new task forming and he could feel it. It was like the Augur knowledge was flowing into his mind, flowing over his previous tasks and inter-locking with them. This task was not something he wanted.
“I need to see view all your memories in the dark cabinet on our favorite student.” Harry stated, staring at Albus, a resigned sigh leaving his lips. “Next week would be a good start, evidently both my guides thinks there is more to learn than I already know.”
Albus nodded, he understood. This was the purpose for the collection of memories. Educate and inform.   “Shall we go to breakfast? I believe our esteemed ex-professor will be arriving to join us.”
Harry and Severus nodded, though Sirius and Draco stayed behind, with Draco promising to escort Sirius back to Severus’ rooms.
Draco stood and started pacing once everyone else had left. “Why does Harry not believe he is worth loving?” His silver eyes were pleading with his cousin.
Sirius sighed, “I am not sure how much of his life with the Dursley’s you know.”
“Only the Christmases and a few tidbits here and there. They were not pleasant, though I can see his Aunt seems to have changed.” Draco inserted.
“Harry was beaten because of his magic, treated as less than a dog or house elf in our society.” Sirius started, noting the intake of Draco’s breath. Still he continued, “From what I understand, they made him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs until he returned from his first year at Hogwarts. He cooked and did all the work around the house for them. He never said anything, but Severus was able to view a myriad of memories from his Uncle while he was there. It wasn’t pretty. He was raised to see no value in himself. So he places high value on those he loves, though not on himself.”
“I need him to know how much I value him. I need him.” Draco’s voice rose an octave to a higher pitch, and he sat down, wringing his hands a bit.
Sirius chuckled, “I think our stubborn other halves both have an issue with value.” He rose and crossed over to Draco and placed a reassuring hand on the blond’s shoulder.
“We just have to have patience and continue to give them what they need.” Sirius counseled.
Draco nodded, his hair moved just enough to cover his face. He would find a way to break the guilt, and show Harry that he was needed for more than tasks and self-sacrifice.
Harry greeted Remus with a hearty hug when he arrived in the Great Hall. It was good to see the man in good spirits. His eyes were brighter, and his smile genuine. Remus looked younger, so something had to have gone right.
“Harry, before we get too far into discussing the speech, I have a request of you.” Remus injected before Harry could speak.
Those green eyes, Lily’s eyes stared back at him with such patience.
“I asked Tonks to marry me and she said yes, I wanted to know if you would perform the bonding during the ceremony.” Remus asked, his eyes hopeful.
Harry’s mouth dropped, but his eyes shined. Remus found himself leaning towards Harry with a lopsided grin on his face as the burst of joy flowed out of Harry when the impact of the words seeped in.
“Harry!” there was a grinding tone to Snape's voice as Harry turned and grinned sheepishly. He took a deep breath and reigned in his happiness to a sustainable level… He would have to look at the book for some help… second time in a week...at least it was happiness and not anger he mused as Remus just blinked back at him. He saw Severus straighten himself out of the corner of his eye… Snape would be the only one that seemed to have a problem with too much happiness.
Harry focused all his attention back towards the expectant werewolf, “I would love to, I’ll have to read up on it of course. I would be honored. Have you set a date?”
Harry’s mind took him back to the day that Tonks had told them about the nuptials, he had been so happy for the pair, but saddened that the Ministry had been so blind. Well today he would set ideas in play to change the foundation that the Ministry clung to for way too long. Traditions and culture were about to be mountains he would move. It all started in the hearts and minds, and today would be the first step.
“Harry?” Remus queried.
“Sorry, just a memory.” Harry sighed, “What did you say?”
“I asked if you would be kind enough to suggest one.” Remus repeated.
“I will think on it, I don’t have one right now. I will get back to you though.” Harry offered.
Remus just nodded. He knew Harry had a lot going on, and he knew that Harry would work in his own time.
They chatted a bit over other nonsensical things as they ate, leaving the real discussion for the walk towards the Quidditch pitch. Harry was a bit hesitant about what he would ask later, but it had to be done.
When they left, Harry followed the path he had taken the day before and used the same alcove to talk with Remus.
Remus took a seat on one of the dark grey stones and looked back at Harry, waiting.
“I am not sure what you usually say about Werewolves in a setting like this, but I really want you to highlight how you feel and anything that you feel people, especially the ministry needs to know. I know these are students, but you have the ear of the ministry in attendance. I wish to speak first, and then you will speak your piece if you will.” Harry explained.
“I had prepared something about the weaknesses and spells used best against them for defense and a bit on the history.” Remus stated.
Harry nodded.
“I have something for you, and it can’t wait for a special occasion. One word of caution though, if you accept my gift, you will be bound to not talk about it to anyone until the binding gives you leave. That is to protect the source of the magic on the gift, since it has yet to be invented.” Harry spoke quietly, his green eyes shined with a brightness that Remus had not seen in a while.
“Can I have a clue as to what it is?” Remus asked, smiling slightly at the secrecy of it all.
“Lets just say you won’t need a potion once a month anymore.” Harry said with a mischievous smile.
Remus’ eyes widened and he nodded his acceptance. Harry stood and walked behind his father’s friend and placed a golden necklace around a scarred neck. He whispered something Remus could not hear and then there was a glow of blue magic that seemed to sink into his skin, and a coolness seeped into his veins. There was a bit of a shock, but it soon wore off as Harry sat back down in front of Remus.
“In about 12 years, a brilliant person will discover the secret of crafting certain types of potions into objects and pairing them with new charms. I won’t say who, but after getting a new chance on a new life, someone started to make a name for himself the honest way. This necklace is an exact replica of his creations.   It is a gold necklace infused with wolfsbane, and crafted with a Homorphus charm.” Remus’ eyebrow was raised, “Yes, a charm that was crafted to actually work. You will be you during each full moon. I have placed an unbreakable charm on it, so no one can remove it. I will have to imbue the potion on it once every ten years though, if you miss that, you will not be in danger, only a wolf mind with a human body that will be rendered inert.”
“How is that possible?” Remus asked.
“I can’t divulge much more than that. Only know that before 20 years is out, the disease will be controlled. I can only hope that after that, eradication will then be possible.” Harry stated.
“Many will not be able to afford such a thing.” Remus said sadly.
“They won’t have to, if I have my way.” Harry declared as his eyes darkened just a fraction.
“I have a request to make of you.” Harry asked, hesitant about what he would ask.
Remus just looked at him, acceptance and trust written all over his face. “Anything.”
“I want you to pass the word to the rest of the werewolves, Harry Potter will be their champion, anything they wish to impart to help their cause, they should sent the message through you.” Harry’s eyes were dark when he spoke, the passion behind them startled Remus.
“What do you mean by champion?” Remus asked.
“You will understand once I give my speech before you talk. After that if you have questions then ask.” Harry supplied.
They got up and started for the pitch, all the students had gathered in the stands, and staff on the main podium.
Harry introduced Remus to Amelia, her face was tight, but her expression was open. At least that was a start.
“Madam Bones, Please listen well to my introduction.” Harry whispered.
She took a deep breath and nodded as she took her seat.
Harry stepped up to the main podium and enhanced his voice.
“Fellow students, Hogwarts Staff, Ministry Officials and other honored guests. Today’s discussion is going to take a different turn. Unlike previous speakers and class examples, werewolves are not a separate being or species set apart from wizards. They are wizards, who have fallen sick with an incurable disease. These witches and wizards have been ostracized for becoming sick in a way that was totally out of their control. It would be like telling each and everyone of you that while you are in the infirmary, you are no longer worthy of being a witch or wizard. Though they have dangerous traits that healthy witches and wizards do not, this is something that can be controlled. Wizarding society has perpetuated the sickness and condemned future generations to being infected. There are actions that could have been taken many years ago, but instead we restrict them from successful employment. This limits their ability to purchase the only known health aide to keep them from being dangerous. We have condemned them to being dangerous by not providing effective treatment to help the health of the entire wizarding community. With that being said, listen closely to Professor Remus Lupin. He has been in and out of the wizarding community for many years, and has lycanthropy. Take heed the information, but remember, if you battle a werewolf, you could be battling your brother, sister or best friend. The sickness is the only thing that separates you from them.” Harry’s voice was steel.
The pitch was quiet, not a sound but the wind blowing the box coverings. Harry looked out at the crowd, then turned to let his gaze sweep those on the podium. Remus’ eye were full of unshed tears, Severus’ face gave nothing away. Albus Dumbledore looked smug and those eyes didn’t twinkle, they shined. Professor McGonagall’s expression was priceless, surprise, pride and fear mixed together with a slightly ajar mouth. When his eyes met Amelia’s, he could see the wheels turning inside her head, there was no resentment or happiness, just business… Harry could work with that.
Remus took the podium and cleared his throat.
He detailed some history and biology of the disease. He emphasised the harshness of the laws. Remus detailed how his teaching at Hogwarts was one of very few jobs he was able to hold. He told of how he would have to resign or would lose his jobs when his condition became known. Only during the times of employment was he able to afford the potion that allowed him to be sane.
“There are some werewolves who have been ostracized by society that the only welcome place is at the side of the Dark Lord,” gasps could be heard around the pitch, “The most famous is Fenrir Greyback. He was bitten during his teenage years. For many years he was shunned even by his own family. His community turned him out. He then started a mission to infect as many wizards and witches as possible. This led to his decision to join the Dark Lord. He want’s to raise an army to take over the wizarding world. The reason is due to his treatment. We can prevent more Greybacks. Werewolves have the same weaknesses as any witch or wizard. There is no special way to defeat them, or harm them in either form. So your best defense is a good offense. Thank you all for having me.” Remus sighed out the last bit of his speech and then looked at the crowd. The applause was just a bit more than polite, but nothing explosive.
Remus turned towards the rest of the staff sitting at the podium, many of whom he had worked with closely. Affection poured out of most of them, Severus though was still a bit stiff. He moved to shake each one by the hand as he passed. He stopped in front of the potion’s master, and straightened his spine. “Apologies, and I’m happy for you.” Remus said as he offered his hand to the darker man. Severus eyed him, and he felt like he was being weighed and measured. Then a thin potion stained hand grasped his in a firm handshake.
“Bygones, Lupin.” Severus said, his voice stiff but firm.
Harry grinned from behind Remus, only to just miss the roll of obsidian eyes.
Harry spent the lunch with Remus. They seemed to take up where they had left off. For Remus it was almost like having James back, the conversation was just so easy. Harry left out the more dark details of the last few days, and stuck to the stories of students and their escapades.
“The twins, how do you handle the twins?” Remus asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Unlike you, I have leverage…” Harry said with a smile.
“Oh?” Remus said, hoping for a detailed explanation.
“My secret, get your own.” Harry said, clapping the other man on the back as he chortled with laughter.
Severus was happy to see Harry so high in spirits today. He could easily let go his anger at the werewolf for the sake of Sirius and Harry. Remus was important to Sirius, and Sirius was important to him, this little thing, he could do for the mutt. Severus considered it a bonus that it also brought a smile to Harry’s face. There was a paternal sentimentality that had seemed to take hold on him when it came to Harry. Strange though circumstances were, Harry was another addition to his strange new family. Severus strode down the hall only to run into an anxious blond who seemed to be dazed and wandering.
“Draco?” Severus called, but the man seemed to have a dazed expression on his face.
Severus stood in front of Draco, and snapped his fingers a couple of times, only to end up grasping shoulders and giving the blond a stiff shake. He watched the silver eyes clear of a sort of haze and focus on him.
“Sirius…” Draco whispered, his eyes cast a forlorn look in the direction of the dungeons.
Severus did not stay to ask questions, he ran in the direction he assumed Draco had wandered from. To say he ran was an overstatement, he glided with speed. It was intimidating to anyone who got in the way. The walls held little color, he passed with no glance towards the corners or alcoves, until he heard what sounded like a muffled struggle. The potion master turned and stalked, his steps held no noise, his breath lighter than a soft breeze. The scene before him, made his chest go tight, his mouth go dry and his eyes see green and then red.
“Come now, my pet, you look delicious… one taste to slake my thirst. You smell like lust and I want to taste you..” a dark man spoke with a thick accent. The dark man’s face was hidden in the shadows, his body towered a foot over Sirius Black. Sirius looked to be pinned to the wall, .his head tossed to one side, eyes tightened in fear. One of the darker man’s hands appeared to be holding both of Sirius’ behind his back, his face searching for purchase on the Sirius’ neck. Sirius for his part was sliding his head back and forth not leaving an open target. It seemed that he tried to talk but all that came out was a struggled grunt or gurgle.
Severus wandlessly cast a charm over his mind before he bore down on an irreverent vampire.
“Step away from what is mine.” Severus said, his voice low and deep.
The vampire turned his dark eyes towards Severus, the piercing stare did not penetrate.
“Your abilities will not affect me. As a guest of Hogwarts, I will ask you again. Step away from what is mine.” Severus intoned a bit of steel in his voice.
“There is no bond, where is your claim?” Sanguini’s eyes narrowed.
“Ours is a claim of souls since birth, the bonding will come later. Rest assured, if you persist, you will never see outside the alcove you are currently perched in.” Severus’ wand was leveled before a whisper could be spoken.
Sanguini let his hand slowly unshackle Sirius’ hands. He stepped back only a hair’s width from Black’s shuddering form. As soon as Sirius’ hands were free, Severus strode forward and reached and pulled his lover close.   Through his robes he could feel the shivers running through his lover’s body. He turned his eyes back to the Vampire, “Good day.”
Severus left the vampire blinking in the dark alcove as he ushered Sirius to his rooms. Sirius was still in a daze when Severus shut the door. His eyes roamed Sirius’ neck, the only mark was his and it was already fading. Soft lips appeared thin and stretched, not plump and ravished. He moved his hand to cast the charm to dissipate the effects of the vampire mind haze. Sirius’ eyes cleared, emotions flashed quickly, but Severus caught them all. Fear, revulsion, regret, and disdain. That said all he needed to know.
Sirius found himself standing in the doorway of Severus’ rooms, a brief flicker of what had transpired passed through his mind. Draco had walked him back to the dungeons, but then something soft and hazy came over him. A cloying call to submit floated through him, but it was not Severus, his soul protested. He feared his inability to fend off the call made him betray his love for Severus. The man was dark as sin and would not take a dalliance lightly. Sirius was brought to his senses when a thin finger pressed his chin upward so that his eyes collided with sparkling obsidian, fear clutched at his chest. What had he done?
Severus stared, his own heart hovering in his throat. He was close to losing it, his calm was threatening to break. He was filled with deep jealousy, someone else had touched Sirius. He knew the man had not invited the touch, and that is what enraged him even more. Had the vampire not been invited by Harry, he would have torn the man limb from limb and smile the entire time he did it. He tilted Sirius’ face up so he could see into the man’s eyes, the sheer regret that shined out of them broke Severus. His knees buckled under the onslaught of emotions he could not contain. Love, Jealousy, Rage and Sorrow for the regret in his lover’s eyes. He wrapped his arms around Sirius’ shaking knees, and rested his head against his own cloaked arm.
“I don’t deserve you.” Severus whispered. His was a soul so black not even a drop of goodness remained. His heart was just as black, kindness seemed to slip from his reach in the face of an assault on his pride. Sirius was not his, not a possession. If anything, Sirius owned him, his heart and his soul. One moment in time, a thought of losing this man, of being alone again clawed at his thread of strength.
Sirius was in shock, his body was shaking. First he thought he had betrayed the one person that he desired above all else. Now this man, the pillar of strength, the immutable potion’s master, was beneath him. The whispered words sent a shiver through his body. His mind echoed the sentiment. He slowly sank down, unraveling Severus' arms from his legs, and instead placing his own body in those arms. He sighed as Severus clutched him tighter to the black cloaked chest.
“We deserve each other…” Sirius whispered as he lifted his head to meet the dark gaze of his lover. “Possess me...I need to shiver under your touch, I want you to paint your soul over mine...I need you…” his voice broke.
Severus stared into the deep grey eyes, there was such need there. Those grey eyes were the moon to him, they filled his empty soul. His once shriveled heart, full of molded bitterness, was now vibrant and full of passion. His mouth descended, and his world of darkness swirled around him. His only anchor was the bright light of the moon in his embrace. The wild taste of his lover stung his mouth, he claimed ever more fervor as their tongues moved from a sensual tango to a ferocious battle of breaking waves of passion.
Sirius gave himself up to the sensuous flood of Severus over all his senses.   He let Severus lead the pace, until his heart pounded in his head. His tongue parried with Severus’ to the beat of their hearts. He groaned when he felt himself pushed down upon the rug. Fire leapt into his veins, he wanted, needed to melt with his dark prince. The touches were feather light at first, a slip of a button to leave an aching where it touched. He gasped, his eyes still closed, as he felt strong hands wrap around him, tight and electric. He arched his hips to thrust into the expert fingers that encased him, his voice was flowing from him. Grunts, growls, and whimpers fell from his lips as he was stroked hotly, his nipples tweaked in tandem.
“Look at me.” The voice an allure to set his nerves on fire just from the timbre.
Severus wanted to feast on every inch of flesh he revealed. He hesitated though, his mutt was so responsive and the more he was given the more he wanted to give. Once every article of offending clothing was gone, he wrapped his hand around the heated shaft he would never get enough of. Just stroking it was like stroking himself. The pleasure was acute, steel encased in silk, felt so perfect inside his hand. He offered a command, needing to see into his lover’s soul. The sounds hit every chord of pleasure inside his body, the cry that washed over him as he bent his head was almost his undoing. His lips found the treasure he sought, the taste of wild was enough to send him to oblivion. He could feel darkness edging his eyes as he took in his lover’s gaze. Grey eyes were hazed with darkened pleasure. He swirled his tongue, just a small taste for now and he let the drool suspend between them as he lifted off, still capturing his mutt’s gaze. He let his hand slicken with the saliva, then pressed one finger into the tight heat of heaven.
Sirius stared down at the sight that would assault his dreams for eternity. Darkness encased his flesh in a furnace. He could do naught but stare as everything within him wanted to explode in flames. Lips suckled and teased, he would thrust if he could, the exquisite frisson of pleasure pulsed, ready to burst. The sexiest sight was watching the man of his dreams slowly pull off, lips glistening from tasting him. He was brought back to the present with the press of Severus at his entrance. Desire and need slammed harder into him.
“No….just you… please.” He begged softly, there was nothing he needed more.
Severus’ body tightened and he moved his hands to grip a foot and placed one leg on each of his shoulders. He locked gazes once more and then plunged in, crying out his own pleasure as he sheathed himself in the heat of Sirius. He longed to stay forever within the haze of love, this purity that made him feel alive, and worth something for the first time. His mutt offered him what he had barred the vampire from having. He reached to touch, to press, to control, to love. His thumb was not light, it was the tool to release breath and pleasure. He held tight, watching the eyes of his lover go molten as he pressed harder. He stroked in and out of Sirius faster as he held his own breath, heightening the pleasure.
Sirius wanted more than a finger, he did not need the foreplay, he just needed Severus. And when he was filled, he almost closed his eyes. The look in Severus’ dark eyes held him though, it was like falling from the floor. His soul broke upon the shore that was Severus Snape. Every part of him was now connected to his Dark Prince. Each stroke was like a pull of a tether to close the gap between them, and when Severus was close enough, he rolled his head to the side, needing full possession. His air was cut and his prostate hit at the same time, he was dazed with mind numbing pleasure. He arched slightly to meet each thrust, his vision became blurred, and his tongue dry with the sounds he uttered.   He was so close…
Severus let go as his own release stormed over him, he cried out for Sirius. He did not feel the splash of heat between them as oblivion took him over the edge. Sirius followed suit once the pressure was let and his name fell from his lover’s lips. They were a tangle of limbs, with Sirius’ chest covered in a sheet of inky black hair.
Harry greeted Sanguini in the customary manner. Gripping wrists and exchanging pleasantries, they walked down one of the long corridors. The stone was cold, the light low, and there was an almost electric air in the area. Harry stopped walking and looked over at the vampire who seemed to be just a bit distracted. He noted the trail of eyes darting towards a figure with long blond hair.
“Have you eaten today?” Harry asked, his voice quite.
“Yes, though i missed out on a particular prize shortly after I arrived. I sense there is another close who could yet supply both of my needs.” Sanguini drawled with his thick accent.
“I hope you do not intend offence, I will heed none here.” Harry said, capturing the gaze of the vampire.
“Is he,” Sanguini nodded towards Draco who was moving quickly towards the stairs, “Also spoken for?”
Harry waited until the vampire looked at him straight on. He let the flames burn in his eyes, “Yes.”
The vampire flinched, taken aback by the wizards immediate change of demeanor. Oh my, he had stumbled upon two of the most delicious men, and just his luck they would be spoken for by strong immutable men.
Sanguini sighed, “I guess I shall look elsewhere.”
Harry relaxed a bit, sure that his warning was heeded.
“You would do better to ask your victims first before you entice them. It could save you a lot of trouble. But as your host, I would ask that you refrain from feeding or other activities while here at the school. We do not need parents writing letters.” Harry offered.
“Yes, quite wise. So, would you care to discuss the particulars of my speech?” Sanguini asked as they made their way to an empty classroom.
Harry nodded and opened the door for the vampire to walk in. He closed the door behind them both and cast a few charms. He lit the lamps, cleared the dust, and transfigured a couple of desks into a smart seating area. He also turned to cast a privacy spell on the room, so they were not disturbed. Harry motioned for one of the chairs and they both took a seat.
“Do you know who and what I am?” Harry asked bluntly.
“I know of you, Harry Potter. I know your position in this school, but there are a great many things I don’t know. For one, how is it that you were a mere boy last year, and a man sits before me. Young, though you are, your voice intones a wisdom of years that many wizards do not possess. Lastly, I can smell the blood of most creatures, many of the same species smell similar. You on the other hand smell of all creatures at the same time, and yet your blood does not alure me.” Sanguini replied.
“Last year, I was a normal boy wizard. My only claim in life was the fact that I survived the power of a madman multiple times.” Harry stated before continuing, “Last September I received a gift, a vision that brought with it a task and expectations. It also brought with it a new outlook on life, new friends, and new hardships. Those hardships have built me into the man I am today. I am a son of the Earth, and the next Augur.”
Sanguini’s expression did not change much, only his thin lips pursed in reflection. Yet Harry could pick out every nuance of emotion.
“I see. My kind usually do not have care for such things among wizards. I sense that there is more?” the vampire asked.
“I have been enlightened by Gaia. She longs to see balance restored among her children. My mission is two-fold. First to rid our world of the great evil that is Voldemort, and second to bring balance between wizards and beings. I would like to extend an invitation for you to be my emissary to your kind. Let them know that after the defeat of the dark one, I will be wanting to meet with each amiable species to discuss concerns. I will be offering my wisdom and connection with the earth to the leaders who need it, in hopes of coming to terms between our kinds.”
The vampire seemed to take the words and mull over them.
“I accept. So I have prepared to discuss our culture, a few do’s and don'ts and going into our strengths and weaknesses.” Sanguini explained.
Harry nodded, “Can you expound on some of the defensive spells that wizards can use against the powers of a vampire?”
“Of course, we are not so much a society as the wizards are, more of us are lonely wanderers.” Sanguini explained.
“What is your favorite species? To feed on of course, I would like to try something. I have often wondered if transfiguration could help in dire circumstances for a Vampire.” Harry asked, it was sort of out of the blue, but he really had wondered. During his time with the ministry he had met many vampires along his travels. He ran into one who had just about starved because he had been imprisoned illegally by a few wizards who were not so tolerant.
“My particular tastes run towards male wizards, they have a particular wild taste to them.” Sanguini divulged.
Harry nodded, he did not want to transfigure something into someone he knew was at the school, so he tried to pick through his memory. The only one that seemed to keep popping up was Gilderoy Lockhart. So he picked a chair in the far corner of the room. It was lit dimly, and the chair was old and worn, but for transfiguration the original shape did not matter.
He decided not to use his wand, his hands were so much better for the molding process. He stood and moved towards the chair. First he pictured the face, pale handsome and in a sleeping pose. The sandy blond hair was easy to replicate, placing the strands into the perfect position as the professor was likely to have worn it was more difficult. His hands were swirling as his old professor took shape on the cold stone floor. He was well aware that for this to work, he needed to provide liquid to change into blood. Since he had brought nothing, he decided to add water in a puddle next to the body. In his mind he crafted the insides that he remembered from their morgue training. He then transfigured the water molecules into what was needed for blood and directed the liquid to fill the body on the floor. His last touch was an electric shock to start the heart pumping and warming the blood to the appropriate temperature.
“Try now, and let me know if this type of magic could sustain you. I know your kind is mainly gifted with mind magic, but if you could learn intricate transfiguration it could help.” Harry stated as he moved back to take his seat. he did not want to watch, but he hoped that the skill would prove useful.
Sanguini was taken by the handsomeness of the transfigured man. The smell of the blood was real, it was just right for a wizard. He wondered who the man was, but there was a familiarity he could not place. He moved forward, expecting to disappoint Mr. Potter, but was pleasantly surprised by the right coppery flavor that burst onto his tongue. The flavor was right, the texture sublime, the heat perfection. His body reacted as always, taking the sustenance, filling each organ, making him feel alive. He lifted his head and stared at the man whose back was to him, he had never known a wizard with a skill so true to life.
The vampire cleaned his mouth, and moved towards the seating area and sat down. His gaze fell on Harry and he was sure the wonder showed. “It would suffice, and with enough skill and time, could replace the real thing for any vampire.” Sanguini stated.
Harry smiled at the vampire, he had hoped. The ministry could used a division that could help replace living things for lonely vampires, and that would reduce the fear among the wizarding world and many other beings.
“Who was the man a copy of? or was he not real? I cannot put my finger on it, but I swear I knew him.” Sanguini asked quietly.
“He was someone I knew, and still lives, so I cannot give away the identity. And it is possible you have heard of him.” Harry said. He knew the lascivious tastes of vampires, but every now and then they would find a mate. He was not studied enough to know how that works though.
They left the room after Harry had returned it to the original state minus the dust. Harry walked them out towards the pitch, fully aware that it was dark outside. He was happy to see the torches that lined the walk. the shadows of the trees were highlighted in a fanciful way, and there was an almost eerie feeling as they made their way down the path. Harry guided them to the podium, he took in the crowd of students. He was glad they seemed to be still wide awake and in high spirits. His eyes inherently found Draco’s as he swept his gaze across the stands. The smile that hung on those lips filled him with joy, and in that moment he wished he was alone for just that brief moment. Draco winked at him, and Harry allowed himself to return the smile and then turn away. He greeted the heads of house, but found Severus strangely absent.
“Professor Snape is our esteemed potions master, and head of Slytherin house. Unfortunately, he could not be with us due to an emergent personal matter, Mr. Sanguini.” Albus stated. Harry’s eyebrow quirked up, Albus just let that annoying twinkle answer for him.
Harry stood a the podium and announced Sanguini to the crowd. The applause was not too loud, but still welcoming. The vampire took the podium and his voice did not need to be enhanced. He employed his persuasion power to garner the crowd’s attention. Harry stepped back.
Sanguini started with a brief history, the first Vampire was attributed to a Wizard who was good with mind magic, but taught his body to repair itself using the blood of his victims. He noted that most vampires are not painted in a positive light, but that truly they felt for their victims. Many of vampires were killed out of fear, and brutally slain in a barbaric method of a stake through the heart. Sanguini described the greatest gift of a vampire was their ability to compel a mind, and their abilities work on any creature. Simple charms can be applied as a shield against vampire compulsions. He went on to talk about how most vampires are solitary, keeping to themselves in various places through the world. Their longevity is similar to wizards and they can die naturally over the years. Their greatest weakness are their eyes, once blinded, they cannot use their compulsion skills, and are rendered as weak as a muggle.
He then talked about some common courtesies that were necessary for interactions with vampires. They appreciate an strong witch or wizard, those with confidence and control are ones that are greatly respected by his kind. This leads to the reason that most dark wizards hold an allure for the vampires. Though their kind have tried to stay out of wizarding society issues throughout the years. They currently have a ruling council that meets several times a year, and the council dictates certain rules. The council are empowered to see to any negotiations with the wizarding world and other beings they have to have dealings with.
His last bit was to clear up common myths about vampires.
“Garlic has no effect on us, except that to us it is similar to pepper for you, it makes us sneeze. Like any being if you strike our hearts, we will die regardless of the tool. We do not turn others into vampires with our bite. We are born this way, and our mates can bear us children no matter the species. Between vampires we can procreate like you. So being a vampire is not a disease like a werewolf, we were born this way.” Sanguini finished.
The crowd’s applause was genuine, and loud. Though not loud enough to garner surprise. Sanguini smiled and bowed over each hand of those on the stage. Harry of course waited on the edge to escort Sanguini back to entrance to Hogwarts.
As they disembarked, Harry was very grateful for how the week had turned out.
“Thank you for sharing your knowledge with us, Sanguini.” Harry said sincerely.
The Vampire nodded, his mind still on the beautiful shape in the old classroom.
“And you will still not divulge the identity of your transfiguration?” Sanguini drawled, he knew better than to use the mind compulsion, but still he had a very strong urge to know.
“The only clue I can give you is to look in Flourish and Blotts, there you should have no trouble identifying him yourself.” Harry replied.
The Vampire nodded and departed as soon as they reached the gates. Harry mulled over some things during his walk back. The darkness did not bother him, some of the fireflies were out, and the moon was shining a bit. It seemed to fit the melancholy of his mood though.
There was something about the Dark Lord he had to find out, yet he swore he already knew everything about Tom’s past there was to know. Still, the more he dwelled on this thread of the task, the more he felt there was to discover.
~TBC - Please Rate and review. I love reading what you think, even if it's about one chapter at a time. Thanks.
Chapter 31 - Fate's Puppet preview:
Severus Snape sat on the couch near the fire. Sirius was still sleeping away in bed, and Severus was quiet, trying not to disturb him. They were both broken men, and in a way, he knew that together they both could be whole again. Yesterday’s incident had cemented the need for a formal bond in Severus’ mind.
- 29
- 30
- 31
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Fate Falls

Chapter 30 - Wolves, Fangs and the Green eyed monster