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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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Dawn broke over the horizon and cast its brilliance over the landscape below. The forest became alive with the songs and calls of birds and other animals. One curious hinkypunk hopped on its single leg out into the small clearing to see the strange humans laying there. When one of them moved in its sleep and groaned the hinkypunk decided it had seen enough and hopped back into the sheltering protection of the ground covering foliage.

Severus Snape groaned deeply. His head felt like a heard of stampeding hippogriff had run over him and his tongue was glued to the top of his mouth, which incidentally tasted awful. He quickly identified the symptoms as those belonging to a hangover and wished he had had the foresight to pack a hangover potion in his pocket. But as it was, he hadn’t gone to the celebrations with the intention of getting drunk. That was something that he had been slowly talked into during the course of the evening, as his colleagues had plied him with one drink after another. Normally he would have said no to more than one drink, seeing as he always had to be ready to join the Dark Lord, if he called. But seeing as the monster was out of reach, he had allowed him self the indulgence.

He groaned. Never again. Served him right he supposed. He moved a tiny fraction of a centimetre, careful to avoid making himself sick or causing his head to pound even further. That was when he realised his pillow was of a rather odd shape… and warm … and moving. Gingerly he opened his eyes to peek out through the lashes, but the brightness forced them shut again. He then chose to move his one hand, the one that wasn’t being squished beneath his own body and that of his pillow’s. The hand felt a shape, rather like a chest – a male one, he was sure. The shape of the muscles and the lack of breasts were the primary give away. The texture was soft, like skin and as he moved his fingers over it, the texture changed and became sort of prickly – like goosebumbs.

He groaned inwardly this time. The evidence seemed overwhelming. He was resting on a male body. He must have had ‘relations’ with them or at the very least intended to. His memories of how the night ended were rather a messy blur. He’d been drinking and enjoying the company of his colleagues. They’d danced at some point. He could distinctly remember dancing with a lithy brunette man, who could do a dance that aught to be illegal in front of spectators. He almost blushed at the memory. Maybe it was this man he was resting on?

He opened his eyes slowly again. No, there was a mop of almost black hair. The person’s face was turned away from him so he couldn’t see the features. But he seemed awfully young. Oh Merlin, had he somehow molested a child? He felt bile pushing its way up through his throat at the very idea. Hurriedly he turned away and all but crawled over to a tree, where he proceeded to empty his stomach of its contents. Unbeknownst to him he was drenching a now very upset Hinkypunk, who wowed to take revenge as soon as it got cleaned up and could breathe again.

When he was done he leaned his head against the tree, drawing a bit of strength and coolness from it. His head was pounding something awful. He turned around and looked over at the body laying there, mostly naked. Whoever he was, he was somewhat smallish and a bit on the thin side, though a bit of muscle tone was also evident. In fact, he looked awfully familiar. Snape closed his eyes. He should have known he would go for someone who resembled the infernal, but handsome, Gryffindor Golden Boy. It appeared he would be willing to settle for a look a like, if he couldn’t have the real person. He hated himself at that moment. He had molested a child, because they looked like Harry Potter. How was he supposed to get out of this?

It was at that moment the child chose to wake up. His eyelids fluttered as he moved, turning over to face Snape. The man held his breath. Quite suddenly the eyelids flew up and twin green beams were pointed at him, piercing him. He swallowed nervously, unsure how to respond to this entirely new situation. Wait a minute! Green? Those eyes…

“H…Harry?” The youth looked confused at him. For a brief moment Snape thought is was due to his use of the boy’s first name. He just couldn’t get himself to call him by his last name after what he had done to the boy.

“Snape?” he asked, before suddenly bolting upright. He looked around frantically as if searching for someone or something, and then he noticed his state of undress and with a small whimper yanked the pants up. The youth got a twig caught in his pants and was awkwardly trying to both pull up his trousers and remove the offending twig at the same time. Snape would have found the sight humorous if he hadn’t been so confused, worried and ashamed.

“Harry, I...” he started, but Harry interrupted him, apparently without noticing.

“Where is she?” Snape frowned. “The girl? The… whatever the hell she was.” Snape was by now thoroughly confused.

“What girl? There’s no one here but us.” He said. Harry shook his head and squeezed the bridge of his nose, as if thinking hard.

“There was a girl. Blond hair. Last night. Only she wasn’t a girl.”

“Potter, you are not making any sense.” Snape’s head was still pounding and he really could do with a hangover potion. This was just too confusing to consider without it.

“It was like I was under a lust spell.” The youth whispered, but Snape heard him anyway. “She was calling me into the forest and before I knew it we were having sex. But just as it was over, she changed into some sort of wrinkly hag.” He sounded positively disgusted and a small part of Snape cheered, as it brought him hope. “It was like the spell broke and I saw what she really was and panicked. But before I could do anything… she told me to sleep and… I did.” The youth shuddered at the memory.

Snape thought about it. The boy’s story obviously exonerated him from any wrong doing, but someone had clearly molested the boy. By the sound of it, she could have been a type of succubus, a sex demon that feeds of sexual energy. If that was true, then the boy had had a close call, as many succubi and their male counterparts, incubi, kill their victims. He told the boy this. Harry stared at him in shock.

“I lost my virginity to a sex demon?” he said, as if not quite believing it had happened. Snape considered all the possible responses and retorts he could make, but in the end kept it neutral.

“It would seem so.” The boy looked pensive. “You should get dressed. I’ll escort you into town and submit my testimony to the law enforcement officers.” The boy snapped his head up, upon hearing this.

“I don’t…” he started to protest. But Snape wouldn’t allow it.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Potter. You were assaulted by a sex demon. Who knows if its next victim will be as lucky as you and survive?” Catering to the boy’s hero-complex seemed to work, as the boy visibly slumped in defeat and finished dressing.

They were walking slowly across the mostly empty field heading toward the city. Around them were the remains of yesterday’s celebrations, marked stalls and benches. Trash littered the place and here and there they would come across people sleeping. In a space between two marked stalls they even passed three people sleeping naked, two men and a woman. It was rather obvious what they had gotten up to at some point in the night. Snape smiled inwardly, while Harry blushed and hurriedly looked away.

“Sir? May I ask you something?” Harry said after a while, when they were approaching the bridge.

“I believe you just did.” Snape grumbled. The boy hesitated, but plucked up that damned Gryffindor courage and asked his question anyway.

“Why were you there? In the forest, I mean.” Snape actually missed a step, before walking passed a surprised Harry.

“That is not any concern of yours.” He said briskly and ignored the youth. Or rather he tried to. The boy was looking at him with a worried look in his eyes.

“It’s just that… I thought I heard you being sick. That’s what woke me up.”

“I assure you, I am perfectly fine.” Or I will be, once I get a blasted hangover potion. The boy didn’t look convinced, but thankfully he dropped the subject. Perfect timing too. They were approaching the city gate, where a contingent of guards was stationed.

“Excuse me,” he said to the female guard standing in the gateway. “We would like to report a crime.” She looked at them, judging correctly that they were celebrators only just returning. She gave Harry a particular hard stare, knowing by the uniform that he was wearing, that he was supposed to be back in the dorms hours ago and certainly wasn’t allowed to stay out all night.

“What is the nature of the crime?” she asked, sounding a bit bored. She had been on guard all day yesterday as well and had had to deal with everything from petty thefts to brawls. She had only just come back on duty and already she had to deal with more problems.

“Sexual assault by a suspected succubus.” Snape said. There, that should get her attention. It certainly did. Her head snapped around and she looked from one to the other.

“Both of you?”

“Just the boy. I found him afterwards.” She nodded, her mind already racing. A succubus on the prowl during the festival was bad news. The succubi and incubi were oath bound to refrain from feeding off unwilling subjects. Just as with the vampire population there were strict rules restricting both species from preying on the innocent. There was a willing crowd, who frequented the areas belonging to the species; who offered themselves as food for them. It was said to be extremely sexually gratifying to allow a vampire or sex demon to feed from you. Some even developed an addiction to it. So far the arrangement had not caused any significant difficulties. But if one of them had chosen to go rogue it would need to be stopped.

“We will need statements from both of you.” She told them. “I’ll inform Master Tiran of your whereabouts, Squire…?”

“Evans.” Harry squeaked, speaking for the first time. He was looking decidedly frightened, as the reality and severity of the situation dawned on him. Master Tiran was the equivalent of the headmaster. He was in charge of all the squires and their training. He was also a very intimidating dragonrider, who had fought in many battles. Both he and his dragon were covered in scars. The dragon in particular looked menacing. He sincerely hoped he wouldn’t be called to stand before the man.

The guard nodded to her self and sent him the first smile he had seen on her.

“If you’ll follow me.” She showed them into the guard house. From there they were led into the underground network of tunnels that seemed to spread out underneath the entire city. They were soon seated in a cart and propelled along a corridor, which seemed to exist solely for that purpose. Pretty soon they arrived at their stop and they were shown up into a building. It was the main centre for local law enforcement and situated right next to the Citadel. Harry was forced to stop and salute every other step, as the place was teeming with dragonriders, squires and guards. Clerical personnel were also milling about the place. A few lines of civilians had formed in front of the desk at the entrance, from were they were ushered in any given direction depending on the nature of their business there. Snape and Harry were led right passed and eventually shown into a waiting room.

Harry flopped down in a soft looking chair, while Snape lowered himself into another similar chair with greater dignity. A house elf appeared asking if they needed anything. Harry asked for his regular prescribed breakfast and potions. He was supposedly already in trouble for not returning to the dorms before curfew, he didn’t want to make the matter worse by straying from his diet plan. Snape asked for some light refreshments, coffee and a hangover potion. The last caused Harry to stare at him until the elf left. Snape chose to ignore him. Thankfully the brat didn’t say anything. But it was still a great relief to him, when the elf finally arrived and placed the refreshments before them.

He drank the hangover potion first, taking great comfort in the immediate relief it brought. Then he drank a whole glass of water and was quite pleased to see it refill it self automatically. He noticed Harry was also drinking potions before eating. It was something he had observed many times in the mess hall. He spared a thought to what it could be, but the smell of his food soon drove thoughts from his mind. No longer feeling hung over, he had no trouble stomaching the food and he tugged right in.

After the food had gone and they both felt more refreshed, a law enforcement cleric and a dragonrider entered the room. They were there to take their statements. It took quite a while and they were made to answer several supplemental questions. Harry was also subjected to a physical exam, which consisted of the summoned healer waving her wand over his body and the results appearing on a piece of parchment. It was still rather embarrassing for the teen, though he was glad to be told that he hadn’t suffered any long term effects. He would feel a bit drained for the rest of the day and unable to engage in sexual activities for about a week, but other than that he was fine.

Once the questioning was done they were finally allowed to leave. Harry was given strict orders to return to his dorm and rest for a day. He was not allowed to do anything strenuous or to join his fellow squires at the festival. Nor that Harry really minded. He wanted a nice quiet day and a quiet evening. Catching up on some reading and preparing for next weeks test in magical quantum theory sounded like a great plan to him. To his relief he was given a letter to show to Mistress Soontiil. She was the chief cleric under Master Tiran and Harry often likened her to a head of House at Hogwarts. She was the one who kept track of everybody and who coordinated their schedules and so forth.

Snape decided to escort the boy. He wanted to make absolutely certain that he would not come to any more harm. He felt positively awful. He was supposed to protect the boy. That was the very reason he had chosen to come here to the Nexus realm. And he had failed in his chosen task. The boy had nearly been killed while he himself had gotten drunk. And wasn’t that a kinker! He had been so drunk he had actually thought he had forced himself on the boy. As if he would ever rape a child! No, he wasn’t a paedophile. While it was true that he had an attraction to the boy, it was a resent development, one that had started after arriving here and one he wouldn’t act upon. The boy was under his protection and a student of his. Well, maybe not so much anymore, since they were no longer at Hogwarts. And well, maybe he would act upon it. When the boy was older, that is. Assuming the boy was even interested. For all he knew the boy was as straight as a ruler. And he had his pick among a city full of beautiful young people. Why would he ever be interested in his ugly, old potions professor?

Harry was thankfully unaware of his thoughts. A fact Snape was rather grateful for. They were approaching Mistress Soontiil’s office and he knew he would soon have to leave. He waited outside as Harry went in to present the clerics with his letter. It took a little while, as they questioned him in equal parts concern and curiosity. Succubi attacks were rather rare. But finally he “escaped” and joined Snape in the corridor once again. The man was not allowed into the dorms, so they stopped in the courtyard as close to them as they could get. Snape didn’t know why the teen allowed him to accompany him. Nor did he question it.

They stood there for a long moment, neither knowing what to say. Harry opened his mouth several times as if to speak, but couldn’t. In the end Snape decided it was best to simply just leave. With a curt nod he turned and walked away. He was almost at the door, when Harry called out to him.

“Professor!” he stopped and looked at the boy. He came running over and said:

“Thank you. For every thing.” Then he turned and ran into the dorm building. Snape stared after him for a minute, before leaving.
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