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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N - Meechypoo - Thank you, hope you like this next on.
BAFan - Thanks for the point outs... I went back and edited the last few chapters
Djaddict - Thanks for the nit picks... I hope you like this chapter as well...
I have a few more chapters partially written, but they don't get posted until after I have re-read them and feel like they are 'done'. So the next chapter may not be up till sometime next week. Thank you all for your reviews...
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Chapter 4. The Vision of Ghosts

It was two days before Halloween and Harry waited patiently inside the Room of Requirements, his impervious privacy charm was imbued into the walls, no one would have any inclination of what went on, nor have the ability to gain access while he taught. He would not allow a repeat of his vision, where Umbridge broke into the room.
The first student dropped in, holding onto their invitation. It was Draco Malfoy. He looked around the empty room then back at Harry and smiled.
“First to arrive, I see. Did you plan that, or was I just the only one to grab the parchment on time.” He asked, his voice soft, his words playful.
Harry laughed, “Only you would see this as something other than your perfect punctuality.”
The next moment more students started popping in, one by one. Draco’s eyes fell a bit, but Harry only had smiles.
Once everyone had arrived, Harry formed them into groups. Paring himself with Draco, Hermione with Ron, Ginny with Dean, and a few others he thought would work well together. He wanted to pair them according to their strengths and weaknesses for this first session.
“This first week we will learn the patronus charm, how to cast it, learn the appropriate applications it can be used for, and how to direct it for other purposes than protection.” Harry explained.
“Today we will work on just conjuring it. The first step is to find your most happy memory. It has to be powerful. Once you have it, dwell on it, let the happiness of the memory fill you up. Then one at a time, say ‘Expecto Patronum’ while pointing away from your partner. I’ll come by to give each of you tips on your posture and wand movement, and if you need help with the memory, I’ll do my best to guide you.” Harry said.
Everyone took the moment to close their eyes and think. Ginny was the first to try, and a slight white wisp appeared. Hermione was the very first to succeed, her otter patronus wound it’s way through the group. Draco looked at Harry, closed his eyes, and cast his charm.
At first it seemed only a wisp, then more of the magical wisp flowed out of Draco’s wand and formed a rather large lion. Harry was stunned, he had always envisioned a snake or dragon or some such nonsense. Several others in the room also seemed a bit shocked by the slight murmuring going on. Obviously many had still pegged Draco as a Death Eater. Harry was glad, this just proved to the whole room, Draco was on their side to stay.
Draco had looked to Harry, and remembered that one touch in the woods. That cleansing touch that seemed to ignite a heart that had shriveled long ago. It was with this thought that his Patronus entered the room, he opened his eyes and smiled. Had he tried before his friendship with Harry, either he would never have been able to cast one, or it would not represent his tie to the great lion of Gryffindor. Others seemed to understand only one significance, his allegiance, but Hermione’s knowing gaze found his silver one, and he blushed down to his toes.
Each other student in turn tried conjuring their own patronus, but only a select few were able. At the end of the session, Harry decided to demonstrate the technique for everyone, with the help of those who had managed a full patronus. They all stood about six feet apart, Hermione the furthest left, followed by Luna, Neville, Draco, Harry, Ron and Dean. Everyone watched closely as the group concentrated, swooped their wands and in unison, spoke the words of the charm.
Everyone seemed entranced when seven patronuses stood before them. A silver otter playfully running about, a hare following after the otter, a rather large frog, a small dog and a stallion.   Most of the group stared at Harry and Draco’s patronuses. Harry was staring concerned by the exhibition of two lions circling one another.
Their silver mains were identical, one was only slightly smaller than the other. The form was perfect, the outline of tight muscles as they moved flowed beautifully. There was no aggression, but a tension was between the two flawless forms. Harry was mesmerized by the display, and shocked at the change in his own patronus. In the next moment, just when it seemed one or the other would pounce, all the patronus’ dissipated and left the room quiet and immobile.
Hermione was the first to break the moment, holding up her invitation. “Its almost time to return to the dorms. Place your wand onto your parchment, and it will turn into a coin. This coin will allow us to communicate if need be, with one another. It will also act as a port key to our future meetings. It can only be activated by placing your thumb in the center so that it can identify you by your magic. This way no one else can use it.” She instructed. Harry and Hermione had gone over some of his vision details that had gone wrong, and found ways to circumvent and plug up the holes that teenage wizards would never have seen their first go round.
The others started fumbling with their parchments and wands, and after a few moments, most everyone had got their coins working, and several had already port keyed back to their dorms. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco were the last left in the room.
Harry turned to Hermione, “Have you ever known a patronus to change?”
“I have read about it, a couple years ago when Professor Lupin assigned us the charm to research after the Boggart. I wanted to know what could defeat the dementors. Only after a life changing event could a patronus change, and most often that is due to marriage.” She offered, all the while looking at him incredulously.
“I don’t understand. My patronus never changed even after I married in my vision. It always was the Stag you knew it to be.” Harry exclaimed rather intently.
Hermione only shrugged, “That’s really all I know, basic really. But YOU could go look it up if you're that concerned about it.”   Ron laughed, “She has a point mate, can’t use her as a dictionary all the time.”
Draco rolled his eyes, “It could have to do with that other coin my mother gave you, Harry.”
Harry looked at Draco intensely, he knew there was something there, but the time to explore that option was limited. He wanted to understand, to see where the ‘meant to be’ would lead. His own soul sang as his friendship with Draco grew. But he merely nodded, and gestured for them all to leave.
After arriving first to his dorm and changing, Harry walked out of Gryffindor tower. He had a meeting with Professor Snape and he would not be late. Lateness was a sign of disrespect for the Professor, and Harry was determined to show the man the utmost respect he deserved.
Earlier that day the Order of the Phoenix had a meeting to finalize the schedule for the Hall of Prophecy rotations. Dumbledore was adamant not to have any changes, and he imparted to the rest that they would be including Harry in some meetings in the future.
Mrs. Weasley was about to object, but Mr. Weasley and Sirius both shook their heads. Snape watched the display with a smirk. The mutt knew, he was sure of it. Albus addressed them all and let them know of Harry’s new status, with the added implication that should they be called upon, they should help any way they could. All of them in the room knew the cost of interfering with an Augur and their mission. The mission was all consuming for an Augur, any side ventures could cost the Augure the advantage and ultimately deprive everyone of their guidance if the task was not complete. And in this day and time their world needed guidance more than anything. Severus was uniquely surprised that when the mutt spoke during the meeting he actually sounded sensible. Though Severus never commented on it, he did note it. Sirius was also impeccably dressed tonight, Severus noted that too…unfortunately.
It was only after the meeting that Professor Snape was accosted. Or at least that is what he would call it. Sirius had cornered him in that room before he could floo out.
“Severus, I know we got off on the wrong foot years ago...I think we should put the bitterness behind us and let bygones be bygones. Forgive me for the past indescressions of a teenageer. We could turn over a new leaf.” Sirius stated with a conciliatory tone.
Severus was trying not to stare at the man offering apologies. Sirius black was wearing tight fitting dark trousers, a white dress shirt, a black blazer with gold cufflinks dangling on each sleeve. The white dress shirt was open at the neck, the V revealing parts of his chest. Severus was having a hard time focusing on his own smirk and keeping his own face placid. Sirius must have bathed in cologne. It was an overpowering scent that seemed to grab him and certain parts of his anatomy were beginning to notice.
“Get lost, mutt. I have an appointment. Unlike you I have obligations to attend.” Severus sneered back at Sirius. He moved out of the mutts presence and swiftly flooed back to his office.
Professor Snape was waiting for Harry in the classroom that evening, and motioned for them to enter his chambers off to the left.   Harry followed him and waited just inside the inviting sitting room. He felt apprehension slide up his spine… The Professor was not in a good mood, his muscles were strained and his jaw clenched.
Turning he watched as his teacher pace about in his usual billowy manner. The black gaze turned on him, pinning him to the spot.
“What did you say to that mongrel you call godfather?” He asked, his tone clipped and accusing. His eyes boring into Harry.
Harry barely heard the words, so entrenched inside his own head, forced by the flash of memory he associated with those eyes.
Those obsidian eyes changed, glazed in pain, tears streaking the angular lines of Snape’s face. The death mask taking over slowly, spreading until breath choked the man before him. Blood running down Harry’s hands.
Severus watched as color drained from Harry’s face. Melancholy flowing over the young man like a second skin, eyes like Lily’s, but the brightness had left. He saw now, this young man was definitely not his father, so much more like the vulnerable Lily. Harry must be lost inside a memory of the vision, He could guess which memory. His own pride and ignorance caused this as he tried to intimidate Harry.
Severus reached out and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, and spoke softly, “Harry, whatever it is, do not dwell on it. Harry!”
Harry was pulled out of his own thoughts, he blinked and began to actually see.
“I’m sorry professor, when I see you sometimes, for me it’s like seeing a ghost. I’m still haunted by memories from the vision, they haunted me my whole life, and probably will continue to haunt me.” Harry explained quietly, finally looking away.
Severus looked at the young man, not yet removing his hand, afraid to let go and watch Harry slip away again. “What can I do to help?”
That was not an offer that Harry had been expecting.   But it made Harry really think, so much could be put right.
“Professor, I’ll confess what I say next will sound strange. Over the years, in my vision, I grew to understand you after your death. I saw you more as someone to look up to, to try to emulate and to respect. In a way after your death, you became like a godfather of sorts to me, a part of my lost family. I know I currently have Sirius, and he will always be what he always was. Do you think it strange for me to see you as a paternal figure for me? In my life I have always needed, or at least the mind healers told me so, people to surround me and offer that which I needed the most in my life, true affection. Not just a desire to see me fulfil some destiny, but to form a family of sorts. I would be honored if you would consider that.” Harry confessed, rather nervously.
He had been so long without real family, affection in a parental manner was something he was wholly uncertain of. His mind healer after the war, had helped him to overcome those needs and obstacles, and taught him how to find other provisions. And in a way that is why his marriage didn’t work, he had married Ginny for her family. So afraid he would lose them if he didn’t join them. He still feared that, knowing now that Ginny would not be pursued.
“Do you know my history Harry?” Severus asked gently.
“I know how you were raised, I know about your homelife. Your father, your mother, and how you lived alone all your life until your death. I know when you loved, you held on with all you had. I know when you pledged your loyalty, there was nothing you wouldn’t do, or nowhere you would not go. You were neglected, used, and are still allowing yourself to be used by others. I know you. I know you think you were not made for relationships, but your whole life proves otherwise. You hold your part of the relationship, even after the other party has died or deserted you. I know you better than you know you. You need to allow yourself to find happiness Sir, of all people, you deserve to find it. My mum would have wanted you happy.” Harry stated, his voice unwavering, his eyes locked, pinning Severus with that gaze he first met in the infirmary not long ago.
Severus turned those words over in his head. So the boy knew, of Lily, of his past, of his future. He regretted the boy witnessing his death, that could not have been easy for anyone. Especially with the horrific detail that he had been shown from the memory. He too knew what it was to look for that paternal affection. He had first sought that in the Dark Lord, only to be betrayed, and then found what he could in Albus Dumbledore. That man had saved him in more ways than one. It was not an affectionate relationship, but it was not toxic. To see himself through the eyes of Harry thought, that was difficult. He had measured himself so little because of his past and misdeeds. But even knowing everything, the boy had come to regard him with a healthy affection. This he might be able to bear as long as public displays were not involved. As far as finding his own happiness, that remained to be seen. Lily had been his only love, he was not sure anyone would be willing to share his blackened heart.
“Very well, I will try my best. But do not expect favoritism Mr. Potter in class, everyone will be miserable.” Severus said, a slight quirk of a smile on his lips.
Harry moved forward, before his courage faded, and wrapped his arms around the Potion’s master and hugged him. A burden he did not understand fell away in that moment. It took a longer while, before Snape reciprocated, with a quick squeeze and a light pat on the back. That would do for now. Snape was not one to understand affection, nor how to reciprocate it. But he would learn, learn for Lily, learn for Harry.
Once Harry had pulled away, Severus spoke more gently. “Now can you tell me what you have said to that imbecile of a godfather about me. The man is practically embarrassing as he tried to apologize to me for the past.”
Harry grinned wildly, “Only that he needed to stop living like a teenager and grow up. Treat you with the respect you deserve.”
Severus snorted, Harry chuckled.
“That mutt cornered me at the last meeting practically begged me to forgive him, and then all of a sudden started to make logical sense on topics that usually he only had juvenile comments on.” Severus said with exasperation.
“What bothered you more, Sir? That he tried to act like an adult, or that he apologized?” Harry asked, curious for the answer.
“That he actually got dressed up to apologize,” Snape said, and Harry caught something in those eyes, that he probably should not press. Snape had evidently liked the fact that Sirius had dressed up, the soft rose tinge to his Professor’s cheeks were the indication.
“Are you ready for the next lesson?” Harry asked gently, trying to guide the conversation to a safe topic.
Severus nodded, and they both went and sat on the sitting room floor for an hour meditating, occluding and shield casting for the rest of the session.   Harry guided Snape on to building the wall foundation, it had to be strong neutral memories the light colored bricks that were numerous in Harry’s wall. Bland to the touch, not worthy of notice. A few more sessions, an Snape would have his wall built.
After Harry left, Snape decided to firecal the mutt and accept the offered apology. Only for Harry’s sake though, nothing else. The mutt appeared, and his smile grew. “To what do I owe the honor of your call, Severus?” Sirius asked, kindly and a bit to huskily for Severus’ taste, did the mutt have company. Something in his gut twisted at the thought, but he pushed the feeling away.
“Harry of course, convinced me of your sincerity.”Severus stated, “Plus he invited me to join the family.” His face contained a sneer, his voice snark, and his eyes a challenge.
Severus was not prepared for the hand to come out of the fire and grabbed his collar. Before he knew what was what, he was falling on top of Black back in Grimmauld place, and found a pair of lips searching for his own. They found his quickly and all reason and logic on how this couldn’t work was swiped out of his head. Snape was locked to this man beneath him, strong arms holding him down while the mutt plundered his mouth, and he relaxed and gave in to the explosive pleasure washing over him.
Sirius broke the kiss first. Each trying to regulate their breathing.

“Family? huh? I think we can find a suitable position.” Sirius said with a sultry tone.
Severus shook his head, and pushed himself off of the man. His head was still spinning. He had never actually kissed anyone, and that was unnerving. His control was shattered and his mind was starting to bring up the guilt he should feel for betraying his love of Lily this way. He scrambled to his feet and swayed towards the fire to leave.
“Did you never wonder why I never left you alone, Severus?” Sirius was desperate not to let the man flee. Severus turned his dark gaze upon him and he took a breath. He didn’t trust himself to speak.
“Because I wanted your attention, your eyes on me, not on her. I’m sorry, I know you loved her, she was kind, but she never saw you… not like I did… and you…you never saw me. I was angry, jealous, and I wanted to make you hurt like I did. I’m sorry, I know I caused you pain, I’m sorry for pulling you here tonight and not asking.” Sirius bowed his head, he had finally relieved his burden, held for so many years. It was his main torture in Azkaban.
Severus was standing there staring as Sirius as if he had lost his mind. Something in those words, struck him as true. He couldn’t examine them now. He couldn’t see what Black wanted him to see. He needed time...Lots of time.
“Give me time,” Severus said, then stepped into the fire and disappeared.
Harry arrived later than he thought to the common room. He slipped in quietly, hoping not to alarm anyone. Someone coughed gently from the couch, and Harry turned to see Ron waiting for him.
“Why you up so late?” Harry asked.
“Wanted to talk to you ‘bout something.” Ron said quietly.
Harry moved closer and sat down on the soft couch next to Ron and just looked at him expectantly.
“It’s Hermione… She asked me out…” Ron stammered, face full on red as his hair.
“And this is a problem why?” Harry questioned.
“Well it’s Hermione...she’s my best friend...well besides you too of course,” Harry nodded with a smile and Ron continued, “I like her like that and all, but I don’t want to mess up all of our friendships...will it be to weird if I say yes?”
Harry stared at Ron for a moment...then burst out laughing… “You are actually asking my blessing?”
Ron grinned a bit, “Yeah, mate, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either.”
Harry sobered a bit, “What is uncomfortable Ron, is watching my two best friends, who are clearly made for each other by the way, ignore their feelings for each other and live with the pain of being apart. I want you both to be happy, and I know you will both make each other happy.”
Ron smiled wider, and clapped Harry on the back and was about to get up, until Harry stopped him.
“You are the best strategist I know, or will know Ron, so I need to run a few things by you and get your take on them… Care to help?” Harry asked.
“Sure, Harry, I’ll do what I can.” Ron offered.
So the two boys strategized, and Harry bounced a few ideas off of him. Ron was on board with the Malfoy plan, sort of… Harry was bound not to talk directly about it, so he worded things differently. He also discussed taking out the strategic items, and how that may affect a final battle strategy, and how best not to alarm Voldemort, that there is more going on.
Ron, went against Harry’s idea of keeping his Augur status from leaking out. He insinuated the best strategy is to let Voldemort find out about it, and that would be one lure that will bring him to Harry in the right time. Voldemort is a magnet for power and a challenge. Harry agreed, but he would not overtly announce it, but he wouldn’t lie or stop the leaks if any occurred.
Harry and Ron were content with their strategy. Ron was snoring within minutes of laying down. Harry on the other hand, was worried if the Malfoy’s would meet with him. What if they did not accept his protection? Could he give up all he knew, give up Draco, and go back to the life in his vision? Just in the small amount of time he had grown to know Draco, made the decision harder. Why could he not have a simple straightforward life? Did he not deserve peace or normalcy? Harry sighed deeply, crawled into his bed and let sleep claim him.

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Chapter 4. The Vision of Ghosts