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Preventative Measures	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 151582 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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Chapter 48
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After waiting for Harry to settle in, Severus put up a privacy ward. Though Black and Lupin would ensure they were left alone, this would make Harry feel more comfortable. Rather than jump right into the most touchy topic, he decided to ease in. “Black said you’re still not sleeping well and having nightmares,” he started, figuring it was neutral enough of a topic.

Harry curled up on the settee and hugged himself, then he just nodded. Because of what loomed in the next week, he was feeling overly stressed, making it hard to sleep and felt exhausted even if he did. Honestly? He didn’t feel like talking too much about anything dealing with what was looming.

“I’m giving Black enough Dreamless Sleep to get you through until the trial. Take it, Harry. You’ll feel better,” Severus encouraged. Then he added, “I guarantee in this short period of time there is no chance of addiction.”

Not even having to think about it, Harry nodded. “I’ll take it.” Actually, the idea was a relief. The promise of a few days of no nightmares and plenty of rest held a strong allure.

“I brought it with and will give it to Black,” Severus nodded. After shifting to a more comfortable position then crossing his legs, he clasped his hands over his knee. He took in everything about Harry so he could judge which way to go about this. Harry looked plenty tired and stressed, something he didn’t want to add to, but the topic probably would.

Once he thought it over for a few seconds, he launched in. “Black says you finished with your statement. He also told me it did seem to help you.”

“It did,” Harry admitted softly, eyes lowered.

“What about it helped, do you know?” Severus inquired. He thought if Harry knew, it could assist in other ways. Any hint they had would end up most helpful.

Head dropping down, Harry thought it over for a few minutes, not sure what to say because he hadn’t thought about the reasons.

Finally, after thinking it over, he muttered softly, “I’m not really sure, Severus. It did help, I know this. Maybe—not sure, but I think it’s because I was able to finally say what I wanted to them with no fear of retaliation of any kind. They also couldn’t argue with me or spin it to make me seem wrong.”

Severus liked what he heard. Not only did it help Harry, but may give them some aid with other areas Harry dealt with. While he needed that, and would pass it along, he had another area to cover, so he would press on.

After shifting around, he leaned forward and clasped his hands, letting them dangle between his now spread knees. “I want to talk to you about your statement.”

“What about it?” Harry asked cautiously, brow furrowed, wondering where this was going, though he suspected what it might be about.

“Just hear me out completely before you say anything,” Severus started. When Harry nodded, though looked concerned, he pressed on. “While the act of writing out the statement was cathartic in and of itself, I think it can be more so. What I’m proposing is this; let me read it in court for you.”

When Harry’s eyes widened and he looked like he wanted to say something, head shaking, Severus held up his hand saying, “Let me finish.” Though Harry looked troubled, he nodded. Severus then pressed on, “I’m not suggesting you read it since I know you don’t want to and have made it clear. What I’m suggesting is having me do so.”

Before Harry could voice anything, something he looked like he was going to, Severus kept going. “You said writing it out was cathartic. This would be as well, probably more than just writing it out. There is plenty you don’t realize or understand when it comes to such hearings.”

“One of the areas you mentioned as helping is they couldn’t say anything or argue with you. In this case, they can’t either. They will have to just listen. Court attendants will ensure they don’t say a word. You can stand next to me and Lupin. We will stand in such a way as they can’t see you. If you wish, we can also make certain you don’t see them.”

It pleased Severus to see Harry appear like he was seriously contemplating what he mentioned. As Harry might be close to the edge, he thought he knew something which could push him over. With a smirk, he then added, lowering his voice, making it slightly conspiratorial, “Think about the reaction Petunia will have when she sees me with you and hears I’m akin to your guardian. I’m sure she’ll then pass it along to Vernon. With our history, it should throw her into a right panic, don’t you think?”

Unable to help himself, Harry snickered softly and grinned just a little. “She would about have a coronary,” Harry snorted.

“Oh yes,” Severus agreed, smirk growing. “You know she would end up wondering how much influence I’ve had over you in the years since you started Hogwarts.”

“Yup,” Harry agreed, chuckling and still grinning.

Severus then sobered up, pressing on. “Harry, I think this idea would do you a world of good. It’s a closure of sorts. You don’t have to sit in court and listen, though I think it would do you good as well, but come in after they are convicted. It will be the end then you can hear them sentenced. You will be there to hear them pay for what they’ve done to you.” Then he stopped and waited, honing arguments for whatever issues Harry may bring up.

Head dropping down, Harry’s brow creased as he thought over everything said. His gut clenched over the mere thought of facing them in any way. Another issue came from some of what he wrote down. Some of it—he didn’t want anyone to hear it or for parts to leak to the press. Still not sure, he asked, “Court—who will be there? Will the press or others?”

“Lucius says no one, that it’s a closed courtroom because of your age at the time of the crimes,” Severus explained, feeling hopeful. Wanting to nudge him more, he added, “Nothing said will come out, Harry. The verdict will end up published, but nothing else. Anything said will stay sealed. No one can get into it, by law.”

Though Harry nodded, he kept his head down. Still thinking it over, he stared at the floor.

Knowing Harry was right on the precipice, Severus wanted to nudge him over the edge. He shifted to the edge of his chair then reached over and put a hand on Harry’s knee. After giving it a squeeze, he said, voice lowered, “Harry, this is a good idea. Not only do you get the final word with them, but the panel will take what you say into consideration when they sentence them. Your statement will tell them how their actions impacted you. It will put a face on so much for them. Those words will end up a powerful voice from your end about plenty. Don’t let those two silence you, Harry. They will think they cowed you if you say nothing. Don’t let your voice go unheard,” Severus told him, voice soft, but determined. Then he waited.

Though Harry nodded, he didn’t lift his head. He ran everything said over again, seriously thinking it over. What Severus said made a lot of sense. Part—he didn’t want the two to think he was a coward either or afraid of them. Plus—well, he did like the idea of what he said having an impact on their sentences. So much was out of his hands and chaotic that the idea of him some having control pleased him. It was just the idea of what he wrote…

After a few minutes, he asked, “You’re sure no one will leak what I say or that I’m even there?”

“No one,” Severus assured him, more hopeful than before. “To ensure it, your Solicitor can contact the court and get their guarantee.”

After a nod, Harry then asked, “You’ll read it and Remus will stay with us the entire time?”

“Absolutely!” Severus told him firmly, pleased with how this progressed. “The entire time, my word.”

Though Harry nodded, he said no more. As he thought it over, he wrung his hands, tossing everything around in his head.

Severus gazed at his face, waiting, hopeful.

After about five minutes of serious thought, Harry lifted his eyes then sighed. Voice slightly shaky, he said, “If my Solicitor guarantees no one else will be there and this won’t slip out, I’ll let you.”

Extremely pleased, Severus gave his knee a reassuring squeeze then left his hand there. “We’ll compose a letter to him and send it today. Then we’ll go from there.” Lowering his voice, he added, “You made the right choice, Harry.”

Harry gave a jerky nod, already rethinking his choice, but said nothing.

With a calm voice, Severus talked to him about the letter, hoping to calm him down so he wouldn’t stress out more.

“Snape, I have to hand it to you; how you talked Harry into this I’ll never know, but damned good job!” Sirius grinned, happy as hell about this.

“I do agree,” Remus smiled, nodding, pleased.

“Just a lot of talking and appealing to areas I know affect him,” Severus told them, looking smug.

“As long as it worked,” Sirius said, still grinning. “He agreed to the Dreamless Sleep then?” He asked, making sure as he had focused on the court part.

“He did,” Severus confirmed with a nod, sobering up. As he glanced between the two, he imparted, “It’s a good thing as well. I’m certain what he agreed to will cause him plenty of issues, something we need to watch out for. With the court date approaching it may grow worse.”

“Not something we thought of,” Remus admitted, face taking on a serious cast.

“We’ll deal as it comes,” Sirius told them, looking between the two. “With him taking the Dreamless Sleep, it’ll help. We’ll just have to watch during the day. It’s something we can handle since it’s only a week. Might just take some extra effort.”

“Tonight have Lucius walk Harry though everything about a hearing like this so Harry’s prepared,” Severus schooled.

“Will do,” Sirius assured him.

“Also about the meeting with Madam Bones,” Remus added. “The more we demystify the process, the less stressed he’ll end up.”

After Black agreed, Severus interjected, “Make sure you both emphasis how what he says will help clear you. If he has something to focus on, it’s apt to lessen the anxiety like it did with the other hearing.”

“Will do,” Sirius assured them. Then he added, “Fred and George will be here all week, so will Lucius, something we need to prepare for.”

“We’re prepared,” Remus assured him. Then he began talking about various measures to help Harry minimize the anxiety he would end up dealing with.

“You look a bit stressed, Harry,” Fred observed softly. They were seated outside after mucking about on their brooms for a while, having a snack.

“We won’t say a word to anyone about if you say something about what’s bugging you,” George assured him.

“I’m stressed,” Harry admitted. “All the shit coming up in the next week is weighing on me,” he added with a deep sigh.

“We knew the hearing was coming,” Fred said.

“Is there something else as well?” George asked since it sounded like there was more.

With a deep sigh after thinking it over, Harry explained about the meeting with Madam Bones after court. “Just don’t need these two things back to back is all,” Harry grumbled with a shake of his head. “Court will end up bad enough. While it’ll help Sirius, it’s just the idea.”

“Ouch,” George winced.

“Yeah, that’s piling it on, isn’t it?” Fred observed with a shake of his head.

“Oh yeah,” Harry grumped. “I understand why and everything with me, not to mention my Solicitor explained it all and will be there, but it’s just the idea.”

“Completely understandable,” George commiserated.

“Just keep your eye on what will come of it,” Fred suggested.

“Trying,” Harry grunted, looking sour. “Not that easy, though.”

“No, it’s not,” George admitted with a shake of his head.

“Just keep your eyes on the prize, as they say,” Fred counseled. “The idiots are going to jail and helping get Sirius cleared is worth it.”

“Once it’s over, you press on,” George added.

“That’s what I’m focusing on,” Harry told them, looking between the two. “Just—with all I’m dealing with, the stress from this isn’t something I need.”

“True,” Fred nodded. Then he brightened and added, “Which means you need some distraction!”

“And we’re the ones to help,” George tossed out with a winning grin.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh then asked, “What do you have in mind?”

“Some projects we’re working on,” Fred told him.

“Top secret, of course,” George added, voice lowered.

“And you can help,” they said together.

With a laugh, Harry leaned back, curious and amused while they began to talk over some of what they were trying to accomplish.

After flopping on the bed with a groan, Sirius waited for Harry to join him. It was after tea and he planned to just relax until Lucius came over about eleven. Since that was still several hours away, they’d find something to do.

Once Harry joined him, Sirius slipped an arm around his shoulders then pulled him close. After a kiss on the head, he asked his little boy, “How are you doing?” Harry didn’t look overly stressed, but it was there. He just wanted an idea of what he was dealing with.

“Doing all right,” Harry mumbled, curling up to his Daddy and snuggling in.

“You look stressed,” Sirius observed then gave him a squeeze.

“I am,” Harry admitted, eyes going shut, leaning into the closeness.

“Is what’s coming up the problem?” Sirius assumed, but wanted to make sure. Once he knew, he would deal accordingly.

“Yeah,” Harry sighed, shifting around to find the sweet spot and maintain maximum closeness with his Daddy.

“Figured,” Sirius nodded, rubbing Harry’s back softly. “It’ll be fine, nothing to worry about. Just stressful until then because of the unknown,” he soothed.

“It is,” Harry sighed, arm draping over his Daddy’s waist. “And it has me a tad worried, especially about the memories because of so much.”

“Very understandable there,” Sirius agreed with a nod. “Just follow what your Solicitor says and you’ll do fine. He knows what landmines there are to ensure you avoid them.”

After another nod, Harry admitted, “Worried about Daddy Lucius too because of what I know. I don’t want to make trouble for him.”

“You just worry about your end, Harry. Let Daddy Lucius worry about his part. As he said; he has his way to deal with this. He’ll manage to deflect or work with what’s presented. Trust me, he knows what he’s doing,” Sirius said. “He managed last war and will this time as will. This time, he has more leverage and can use it.”

Harry nodded, but said nothing. Despite what Sirius said, he was still worried about plenty, especially Daddy Lucius.

Figuring that was enough on the topic because he didn’t want him more stressed and Lucius could assure him better, he wanted to press on. “What would you like to do until Daddy Lucius arrives?” He asked then waited for him to answer.

Though worried about what they discussed still, Harry’s thoughts shifted to what his Daddy asked. Brow furrowed, Harry pondered it. Honestly? He wasn’t in the mood to do much or play. All he really wanted was to stay close to Sirius.

“Anything you want,” Sirius encouraged softly, still rubbing his back.

Still thinking, Harry pondered what he wanted. As he ran through what he felt like, one thing began to stand out. The more he thought it over, the more he wanted it. Thankfully, it was something easy to ask for, unlike some others such as playing.

“I think I know what I want,” Harry told him finally, using his little boy voice.

“What’s that?” Sirius inquired, looking down at him. With Harry, he was never sure what he would like, so he wouldn’t hazard to guess.

Harry tossed it back and forth in his head, trying to figure out how to phrase it as a little boy rather than his normal colorful way. Eyes lowered, he tried to figure it out.

“Anything at all,” Sirius encouraged, now more curious about what he had in mind.

Head down, Harry racked his brains on how to word what he wanted to say. After a couple of minutes, he finally hit on something. When he was sure, he lifted his head and smiled at his Daddy, then said, “I want to play big boy games with Daddy.” Then he waited to see if Sirius understood.

Brow creased, Sirius tried to translate what Harry meant. It just wasn’t tracking. Unable to figure it out, he sighed then asked, “What kind of games?”

With a soft sigh, Harry tried to think of a better way to phrase what he wanted. Then he stumbled out, not sure if Sirius would get it or not, “The special kind of games we play alone and with Daddy Lucius.”

Again, Sirius had to think about it, but quickly sussed out what Harry meant, or so he thought. Pulling Harry onto his lap facing him, he grinned then asked, “The kind where we take our clothes off?” He liked the way Harry phrased the request and would encourage him to do it like that for other things as well.

“Yes!” Harry told him, grinning and nodding, happy he didn’t have to think of another way to put it.

“We can,” Sirius told him, grin growing. Then he put a hand on the back of Harry’s head and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

With a shiver and groan, Harry leaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ neck while holding Elliot close with the other.

When Harry wrapped his arm around his neck, Sirius took advantage to move forward. Hand slipping down to the back of Harry’s neck. Holding him close, his other hand slid around to his front then began to undo his jammies. When he finished, he removed his hand from the back of Harry’s neck and broke off the kiss, pulling back. Eyes locked on Harry he then grinned before starting to skin them down. “Good boy,” he praised as he did.

Chest heaving as he panted, skin prickling and feeling hot, Harry licked his lips and watched Sirius.

After having Harry lift up slightly, he managed to pull his jammies off then tossed them on the floor. For now, he would leave the nappy on. Pulling Harry to his chest and holding him there, he then kissed him passionately. While their lips were locked, he flipped both of them over to where Harry was lying on his back. Still kissing, he straddled Harry’s hips then began to let one hand roam over his chest, letting his fingers ghost over his nipples, teasing them just a tad. It wasn’t more than a light touch, just enough to arouse Harry. And it was working from his reaction.

Arm tightening around his Daddy’s neck, Harry arched up, whimpering, trying to get Sirius to touch him harder and move on. “Please, Daddy,” he managed to stammer out, shivering and shaking, skin flushed and hot, goose-flesh rising all over it.

“Be patient,” Sirius chuckled softly, tongue dragging down Harry’s sternum and over his abs. When he got to the waist of the nappy, he stopped. Looking up at Harry, he grinned a tad then reached down and began to drag his fingertips ever so lightly up the inside of his right thigh. Not tickling it, he brushed against the skin, feeling it prickle under his light touch.

Now whinging louder, Harry shook and put a hand on his Daddy’s head, fingers entwining in his hair. “Please! More!” He groaned. “Want more, Daddy!”

“You’ll get more, just be patient,” Sirius assured him, grinning as he did. After letting his fingers run down the inside of his thigh, he then shifted, doing the same to the other. As he did, his other hand drifted up to rub the front of Harry’s nappy, grinning when he felt his erection. Perfect. Deftly, he undid the nappy and pulled it down. Removing his hand from Harry’s thigh, he then pushed himself up on his knees slightly. “Hold still,” he told Harry, grinning a bit, then grasped Harry’s cock. Leaning down, he then licked the head of his cock, relishing in the loud moan it elicited from Harry.

Harry shook madly, fingers digging into Sirius’ hair so hard his knuckles turned white. Moaning loudly, he quivered madly, cock throbbing at the velvety touch of Sirius’ tongue. “Oh yes!” He groaned, toes curling, skin flushing.

After a grin at the reaction, Sirius lowered his head all the way down on Harry’s cock and sucked before starting to bob his head. Snatching up his wand from where it was on the bed, he then summoned the lube. After dropping his wand on the bed, he opened the jar one handed then dipped his fingers in. As his head bobbed, sucking hard, he let his slick fingers slide into Harry’s arsecrack then tickle his brown pucker.

The second his Daddy’s finger touched his pucker, Harry pressed down on it, moaning louder. Twitching madly at the sensations, he began to buck around on the bed, unable to hold still. “Daddy!” he stuttered. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, either his cock sucked or arse fucked, but he wanted more of something, he didn’t care what!

With an internal chuckle, Sirius slipped two fingers into Harry’s arse, twisting and scissoring them around as he deep-throated the cock in his mouth, sucking hard on it, tongue rubbing against the underside of the head of it. Eyes locked on Harry’s face, he loved what he saw there. When he had Harry unable to hold still, he slipped a third finger into his arse and pulled his mouth off. “What do you want, Harry? More of my mouth or to feel my daddy part in your bottom?”

Eyes glazed over, Harry looked down at Sirius, not sure what to say or even if he could. Already, his thoughts were jumbled and foggy from the pleasure. Panting heavily, he stammered, “Daddy—want...” but was unable to go any further, not sure what to say.

“Want what?” Sirius asked, blowing on Harry’s wet cock, watching him arch up and feeling his nails dig into his scalp. Then he chuckled. “How about you let Daddy just make you feel good?”

Wiggling all over, fingers aching where he gripped Sirius’ hair and Elliot, Harry gasped, “Make me feel good!”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Sirius assured him, letting his fingers slip out of Harry’s arse then pushing himself up on his knees. Rather than slide between his legs like normal, Sirius slipped a hand under Harry’s back and pulled him up then flipped them over again. On his back, looking up at his little boy, he said, “Mount me.”

Though it took a minute for Harry to figure out what Daddy wanted, he then straddled his Daddy, still holding Elliot with one arm. Looking down at his Daddy, he panted heavily, shivering just a tad and slick with sweat. Feeling his blood pound in his veins, and fire dance over his skin, he waited to see what Daddy wanted to do.

Arm slipping around Harry’s waist, Sirius shifted to a slight sitting position then grasped his cock with his other hand. Holding it against Harry’s arsehole, he looked at his little boy and told him, “Lower yourself down on my daddy part.”

With a shaky nod, Harry did as Daddy said. Putting a hand on his Daddy’s chest, he began to lower himself down on Sirius’ cock, moaning loudly, eyes sliding partially shut as it entered his bottom. With a death grip on Elliot, whole body shaking, he kept going until it was all in him. Panting heavily, eyes at half mast, he looked at Daddy, waiting to see what he wanted him to do.

“Good boy,” Sirius praised, voice a husky growl as Harry’s arse enveloped his cock. Pulling Harry closer, he kissed him passionately then pulled him up just a tad. Once he did, he began to thrust into him quickly. Breaking off the kiss, he held him close then panted in his ear as his whole body was already throbbing. “Just let Daddy do all the work. Let him make you feel good. You hang onto Elliot and I want you to put your thumb in your mouth.”

With a shaky nod, body trembling, Harry did as he was told. Thumb sliding into his mouth, he clung to Elliot and kept his eyes locked on Daddy. Already he felt like his whole body was overheated, like if you had a high fever, and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. Electricity seemed to dance over his skin, making the hair stand on end. Balls throbbing, he just shook, his legs locked tightly to Sirius’ outer thighs.

“Daddy’s good boy,” Sirius panted. One hand on Harry’s waist, his other slipped down and grabbed Harry’s cock. With a practiced ease, he began to stroke it in a way he figured Harry would like while thrusting up into him in sync with what his hand was doing. Eyes locked on Harry’s face, he panted heavily, body throbbing, slick with sweat. Blowing an errant wet lock of hair out of his face, he just kept watching Harry, adoring the look on his face.

Legs shaking in an effort not to move and stay upright, Harry’s eyes were locked on his Daddy’s face while he sucked his thumb, holding onto Elliot. While he wanted to thrust up into the hand around his cock or down onto the cock in his arse, he didn’t. He held still the best he could and let his Daddy do all the work.

Breath now coming in short pants, Sirius thrust harder into Harry, his hand working faster. “You’ll be a good boy and come for Daddy, won’t you?” He ground out as he ground his hips up in a slow circle. “Let Daddy see how much you enjoy what he’s doing to you?”

Thumb not leaving his mouth, Harry nodded vigorously, arse clenching around the cock invading it. He too rolled his hips though not much. Balls now throbbing madly, demanding release, he whimpered around his thumb.

“That’s it,” Sirius growled, teeth clenched and bared in effort to hold out until Harry came. Hand now wringing the head of Harry’s cock and rubbing on the underside where the head met the shaft, he tried to coax him into coming faster so he could find his own end.

Head dropping back, Harry shook madly as his whole body felt like it was on fire. Thumb now clenched between his teeth, he thrust into the hand on his cock, uneven whimpering noises escaping him, he felt his balls draw up, throbbing madly, when a hot spark in his stomach seemed to explode, making his body seize up and quiver then he came, splattering Sirius’ chest and face.

Feeling that tight arse clench and quiver around his cock, Sirius hissed through clenched teeth and bucked up into Harry harder. When the cum splattered his chest and face, he ground into the tight arse, burying his cock up to the hilt then let his own end wash over him, filling it with his own cum. Head going back, eyes sliding shut, he relished in the familiar feeling of hot sparks dancing over his skin and the surge of his blood throughout his body. “Good boy,” he managed to moan out in the midst of it. Oh, this was wonderful.

Sirius shifted in the bed, pressing tightly to Harry and vanished his now empty beer bottle then draped an arm around Harry’s waist. Looking at Lucius, who was settling down for the night, he sighed, “Despite you telling him what to expect, I’m sure he’ll have problems.”

“Probably,” Lucius nodded, reaching down to stroke Harry’s head. “The Dreamless Sleep should help. If it grows worse, tell Severus to give him some anti-anxiety draughts and something to calm him down. It’ll get him through until it’s over. The day of the hearing, he’s going to need both.”

“Will do,” Sirius nodded, not having thought about those. With a sigh, he added, “I’m sure the sex earlier was more of a comfort thing than actually wanting it, though he enjoyed it.”

“It was probably his way of staying close so he felt protected since I doubt he knows any other way of seeking it,” Lucius agreed with a nod. Sliding down himself, he turned on his side and pressed up to Harry, gazing at Sirius. “For now, it’ll work. We just need to shift him to other means for it. He’s allowing some, like the rocking chair. It just means we need to find another way, nothing more.”

“Let me see what I can come up with.” Sirius nodded, already thinking it over.

“For now, at least until the hearing, go with what he wants. When that stress is over, we’ll find something else.” Lucius then sighed and leaned down, kissing Harry on the head. Then he kissed Sirius. “Let’s see what he presents.”

“In the end, we’ll manage.” Sirius told him with a smile, settling down himself.

“We will,” Lucius agreed with a tired sigh. “Let’s get some rest. Since he’ll sleep through the night, we can as well.”

After extinguishing the lights, Sirius let out a contented sigh and curled up. When he felt Lucius hand on his hip, he gave a small smile. In the end, they’d manage. It would just take work, nothing more.
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