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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
Author's Note: Well, this is not my first Harry Potter fic, but it is the
first I am publishing online, since it is the only one I have typed up thus
far. It is incomplete, I do hope to update it regularly, but life is also
hectic so Updates will be when I am able. As such, I have no beta-reader, so if
there are problems feel free to email me. I also like reviews and critiques, as
they do help with guiding the development of new chapters.

There is no real Snarry sex until Harry is of age in the wizarding
world (that does not stop the very graphic fantasy/wet dream/wank)

This update took forever. Harry and Severus would not cooperate with me, and
Voldemort kinda tried to put his two cents in as well. I'm going to try to
upload Chapter Five as well, before I have to go to work. IT is a little on the
non-Snarry side, but it is going to be important over all, kinda like the
Pensive lessons Albus forced on Harry all during this, his sixth year.
For all that read this when I first put it up, there has been a bit added to the bottom. It was too small to be an extra chapter, but it does happen before chapter five so I did not want to add it later. Sorry.
Sheltered Hearts

by Shenkai
Major Pairing: Snarry

Other Pairings: APWBD/TMR, APWBD/HS, APWBD/AM, EP/TMR,
CW/OC, canon pairings
Spoilers: Takes place after Order of the Phoenix, during
Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows (I have most of the DH portion done, but
am still working on the HBP) I do try to stick to canon (books) as much as
possible � the contents fits in the canon, very little AR.
Warning: I don't like Ginny, she is introduced in this
chapter and comes across as a bit evil. So this is my
apology to anyone who likes Miss Weasley.
Chapter Four � The Wizard and the
Bard
Wednesday, September 18th, 1996
Severus skipped dinner on Wednesday. He scheduled no
detentions and graded all the papers he received from his D.A.D.A. classes that
week. Potter did know about Defense, he had to admit. By eight, he was done,
dozing in his chair, dreaming about green eyes and a lightning scar, awakening
parts of him he had long forgotten. He forced his eyes open, chiding himself
for thinking about an underage wizard like that. He decided to take a long, hot
shower to relieve some of his tension. Potter could not be allowed to
manipulate him like that again.
Harry sat quietly, invisible and unnoticed, in a
corner of Snape's office. Having decided it would be easier to wait until the
appointed time to show himself to the professor, he decided he would try to
work on his homework, or read some more of the Prince's book. It really only
mattered to him that here he was away from the crush of people who wanted a
piece of the Chosen One.
When Snape had walked in, during the time Harry had
expected him to be at dinner, the teen expected to be thrown out. He thought
the unusual behavior was caused by wards that the professor had in place to
announce intruders to his domain, but as Severus did not even cast about the
room for an unseen intruder, Harry figured he was safe. Still, he was
distracted by the presence of the adult, and found that watching the professor
work seemed to hold more fascination for him than even the Half-Blood Prince
did. He moved to an empty chair by the fire shortly after the professor had
moved to the larger, plush chair that was across from it. He, too, felt the
pull of sleep, and curled up in his chair, cocooning himself in his father's
cloak and waited. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of the shower. He cast
the tempus spell and found it was near nine o'clock. He rose from his chair,
stowing the cloak in his pocket as he took Snape's chair, turning it so he
would be visible when the professor emerged from the hall. He smiled, hearing a
melodic, baritone voice rise over the sound of the water, singing a sweet song.
Under the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun

And loves to live i' the sun,

Seeking the food he eats

And pleased with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see No enemy

But winter and rough weather.⁽¹⁾
Severus donned the bottoms of his silk pajamas and
picked up the robes he had taken off as he left the bathroom. He headed toward
his bedroom and pulled his hair back in a ribbon tied at the base of his skull
before he pulled on his dressing gown. He was tying it at the waist as he went
to check on his office. Harry stood as he entered the room. "Potter,
you're early."
"You have no idea. That was a beautiful song.
Tell me, Sir, who is the love you long to lie with under the greenwood
tree?" Harry asked. He drew his wand and pointed it at the usually more guarded
professor. "Legilimens!"
Harry was surprised as he was shown images of
himself through Severus's eyes. First, there was concern about Albus leaving
him to face the challenges to get to the Philosopher's stone alone. He saw
Severus pacing nervously outside Moaning Myrtle's bathroom as he could hear
himself opening the chamber inside. He saw, reflected in the moonlight,
Severus's concerned eyes as he put him on a stretcher and held his hand as the
rest floated before them to the castle. The guilt that colored his face as the
Minister met them in the entrance hall puzzled Harry, as he saw Severus let him
go before anyone could notice the touch. He saw himself perform each task of
the Tri-Wizard Tournament in full, life-threatening detail. The scenes not readily
available to the crowd had been imagined in very graphic, horrific, and scarily
almost accurate detail, as if Snape had been right beside him the entire time. He
saw Severus sneaking back after being ordered to Lord Voldemort's side, the
tears in his eyes as he entered the empty hospital wing. Moody stirred briefly,
nodded in acceptance before rolling over to go back to sleep. Severus silently
crept over to where he was, casting a charm on the sleeping Molly before he
took his hand, and whispered words of love and encouragement as he slept. He
saw Snape giving Hermione the Murtlap Essence disguised as Lee Jordan. He was
nearly caught by Lee and the twins as he headed back to the dungeons. Harry had
to laugh at this, because it did explain Hermione's confusion when Harry said
he had to recommend the potion to Lee. He saw Snape read his thoughts, as he
had intended, in Umbridge's office that horrible night they lost Sirius, and
heard the frustration in the Potion Master's mutterings as he retreated to his
quarters. He saw the man pacing before the fire in this sitting room, a
carriage clock that Harry had never seen before was hovering before him, though
he seemed to have charmed the face off. He stopped pacing and breathed a sigh
of relief when Madam Pomfrey's head appeared in his fire requesting assistance
and potions for Ron Weasley, as the Headmaster was in conference with Harry
Potter in his study. He saw the kiss from two nights ago, shocked by how well
Severus remembered it, shocked by his own boldness, and he reveled in knowing
that it had not just happened because the professor had been drunk, but that
Severus had wanted to kiss him because he was Harry.
He felt Severus push against their connection,
fighting to turn Harry back into his own head, before following him there. They
were both witnessing the dream he had late last night, a vision of being in the
room at the other end of the short hall, laid out on green satin with Severus's
weight pressing him into eiderdown as their mouths mated and long, slender
fingers stroked his skin, everywhere. Harry felt his body stirring and did not
want Severus to witness this. He felt himself push the professor out of his
mind, which at once became clear as the room came back into focus.
Both men knelt on the floor, breathing hard from the
force of the mental battle. Shock was evident on the professor's face, as was a
bit of annoyance. Harry's face conveyed arrogance and pride at finally being successfully
able to keep the professor from reading his mind like an open book. This caused
the older man's expression to sober, returning to his customary glare.
"Potter, just because you drove me out once is no reason to get
cocky."
Taken aback, Harry looked curiously into Severus's
eyes. He did not understand Severus at all. Was the snarky git ever able to pay
a compliment? Sure, he only barely occluded him once. Surely, the fact that he
was able to penetrate the normally guarded mind should be worth something. He
frowned, sitting back on his feet.
Severus wanted to devour the vision of innocence
before him. There was the boy's lower lip, pushed out slightly almost in a
pout. There were the boy's eyes, wide in an obvious expression of bewildered
innocence. There were the boy's clothes that were overly large with rolled
sleeves and a too wide neckline that made the teen look even younger than his
petite form already made him. Finally, there was the boy's hair that was
naturally teaseled to look as if he had just been thoroughly ravished. Not
liking his own state of dress, given the turn his thoughts had begun to take,
his public persona, the one he had adopted to keep himself alive, surged
forward.
"There is no doubt that the Chosen One wants
praise for catching me unawares and raping my mind I suppose. Perhaps we should
hold a feast in your honor. We'll make banners marking the day the Chosen One
bested the Dungeon Bat. What would you like?" Severus held out his hand,
wordlessly summoning his wand as he rose to his feet. He pointed it down at
Harry, who was looking up at him. "Legilimens!"
He saw a flurry of colors before he was forced out
as Harry surged to his feet, severing the connection completely.
A genuine smile filled the Potion Master's face.
"Yes, Potter, that is Occlumency." He cleared his throat, as his
voice was suddenly husky with desire. "You should go now."
"Sev-" Harry whimpered, trying to move
closer.
Severus took one step back before standing his
ground. He held up his wand arm, pointing it at the advancing teen, who stopped
just barely an inch away from his wand's tip. Control back in his voice, he
once again had his mask in place. "You are not thinking clearly, Potter.
You are confused by my behavior of Monday last and by your own curiosity, one I
may add that is perfectly natural at your age. I, however, am not a young man.
I am an adult and old enough to be your father."
Eyes alight with a fiery rage, mixed with the
passionate emotions of before, adding a confusion that just added to the
flames. "It all comes back to my Father, doesn't it? I'm James Potter's son
so I must be just as cocky, just as arrogant, just as cruel, since I look just
like him. I could have no real interest in Snivellus. I am just trying to play
a prank to humiliate you, right?" Harry stowed his own wand in his pocket
then pushed Severus's arm back down to his side, advancing once again. His
green eyes never left the endless depths of the obsidian ones before him.
"Tell me, Snivellus, if I were going to play a prank, why would I force
myself to be alone with you? No one, not even Ron or Hermione, knows I am down
here, with you. I am completely at your mercy. This, by presence here, is for
me, not because Albus Dumbledore decreed it. I am here because I want to be
here. I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you." He stopped and they were
now barely a breath apart. "I find that I liked it, and I want to do it
again."
Severus cast a nonverbal shield charm. "Go!
Potter! Before you force me to do something we'll both regret!"
Harry moved forward and the force of the charm send
him flying backwards, slamming against the door in an impact so hard that it
shook and the younger man's head bounced off the hard wood. Harry cried out in
pain as he slid to the floor. "But what about what I saw?" he asked,
meekly, between sobs. "You want me just as much as I want you, Severus.
Admit it!"
Severus crossed the room in three long strides,
scooping the injured boy up into his arms, hugging him to his chest briefly
allowing this one momentary lapse in his normally impenetrable shield. He
carried him to the settee, where he sat with the Seeker in his lap. He murmured
the spell to heal the wound, resisting the urge to run his fingers along the
newly healed scalp, well, maybe just to make sure it was all healed. He winced
as Harry moaned in pleasure at the touch. "Don't you understand, no matter
what I want, nothing can happen between us?"
Harry nodded. "I understand that nothing SHOULD
happen between us, not that nothing COULD happen." Harry took hold of the
hand still clutching Severus's wand and reached up to caress the professor's
face with his other hand. He moved up, inching closer for a kiss, and smiled
inwardly as the professor allowed the kiss, perhaps as a token of achievement
for successfully blocking his mind, twice.
Kisses, as an incentive, worked wonders for Harry's
concentration. He left the dungeons hidden beneath his father's cloak shortly before
one o'clock the next morning. His lips were swollen from kisses, his brain hurt
from the near constant bombardment from Severus and the effort it took to block
him, and there was a bulge in his pants that was aching to be touched. He aimed
for the Prefect's bath to do just that.
He was so distracted by his need that he did not
notice the Grey Lady roaming the fifth floor until he ran right through her.
The cold was an instant, albeit temporary, solution to his problem, so he
decided he would go back to the tower. The ghost, frightened by the unseen body
she had passed through, did a wild pirouette before descending through the
floor.
Ginny Weasley sat unnoticed in a dark corner of the
Gryffindor common room, watching the fire slowly dying in the hearth. She saw
the portrait hole open to admit someone under an invisibility cloak, as evident
by the white trainer that was visible for the briefest moment. She held her
breath as the portrait swung shut, her eyes roved over to the mantle clock. It
was nearly two in the morning.
Harry removed the cloak as he laid out on one of the
couches. He groaned, stretching like a cat before bunching up the shimmering
cloth to pillow his head. He needed to sleep, but his raging hormones would not
allow it. He knew he needed to calm down before he could rest.
"Severus!" he groaned, punching the couch in frustration. "Why
the fuck does he have to be so fucking noble?"
Ginny's eyes went wide as she overheard her crush's grumblings.
She watched, with longing, as he settled down to sleep. She would use Professor
Snape's nobility to her advantage. She would have Harry Potter for her own. She
only felt a little sorry about using Dean to make him jealous, but he would be all
right. She was certain that Dean would end up with Seamus anyway, seeing as he
hardly spoke of anyone else. She waited until he was sleeping before returning
to her room. The early risers and the ones just sneaking back would be there
soon, and it would not do for rumors to start when nothing was happening with
Harry. She knew that rumors would end any chance she had to claim the Chosen
One.
Saturday, September 21st, 1996
Horace followed Severus as he left the staff table after
breakfast. Few students had been in the Great Hall at that hour on a Saturday
morning, so it had been very hard to not notice that the D.A.D.A. professor had
spent much of the meal llooking at a trio of Gryffindors, Harry's trio of
Gryffindors. However, the thing Horace found surprising was the way the Chosen
one was surrepticiously looking, too, blushing whenever onyx met emerald. These
were usually followed by Severus being forced to adust the way he was seated.
Severus stopped as they exited the Hall, turning to fix a
glare at the Potions professor. "Is there something I can help you with,
Professor?"
"Severus, my boy, I am no longer your teacher. You can
call me Horace. I thought we could continue our conversation from the other
night, now that cooler heads have prevailed. It would have to be without
alcohol, of course, unless you wish to accompany me to the Three
Broomsticks?"
The door behind them opened and Harry stormed out.
"There is nothing wrong about it," he muttered before noticing the
two stationary men.
"Harry, my boy, how are you this morning?"
Slughorn asked. He was smiling plesantly at the odd pair he was with, even as
Harry seemed more self&emdash;conscious and Severus's face had relaxed and was even
coloring slightly.
"Good morning, Professors. I'd stay and chat,
but&emdash;"
"Harry, you have to admit that it is a little strange,
if you truly think about it," Hermione said, following Harry at a more
sedate pace. She blushed, seeing who he was standing with and grabbed his
wrist. "Perhaps we should consult the library."
"Bye, Professors," he managed to say as she pulled
him away.
"I told you he was fine. Does he look like someone who
was tortured only a few short hours ago?"
Horace looked back to severus, "Tortured?"
Harry glanced back over his shoulder, winking at Severus.
Severus wished that he was alone, rather than with the biggest busybody, next
to Dumbledore, in the school. "Torture. Now, how about that drink? I could
use the distration and the change of scenery."
Rosemarta was practically beaming as she showed them to a
table. "I am so glad you got him to leave the dungeons, Horace. Shall I
expect to see more of the two of you?"
Severus blushed by her implications, but Horace just shook
his head. "Sadly, m'dear, no. But when Albus returns, I'm sure we'll pop
in for a drink." Horace pronounced with a suggestive waggle of his
eyebrows.
Severus looked incredulously at Horace, waiting until the
bar matron departed before speaking. "You are dating Albus?"
"Again." Horace clarified. "It's been, well,
I've been waiting generations for him to forgive my defending Tom Riddle to
Headmaster Dippet. I fear he was correct, but still, it's been over fifty
years."
Severus tried not to wince. The thought of Albus in bed with
Slughorn was only slightly more distasteful than the time he had caught the
Headmaster and then Auror Moody snogging in one of the castle's hidden
passageways when he was a student.
"&emdash;� Older men are quite handy in bed."
Severus put down the goblet from which he was about to drink
and looked at Horace, wishing he had not heard that part of the solliquay.
"Good morning, Professors. Older men means you must be
talking of our dear Albus," the gruff voice of the ex&emdash;Auror claimed
Severus's attention.
"Please, Alastor, join us. Maybe you can get Severus to
open up. According to our Harry Potter, Severus is being tortured, but the man
won't open up about it." Horace said, rather lightly, and the Auror's not
quite human eye looked over to the younger man, his roving eye resting on the
hidden Dark Mark.
Severus met his natural eye and shook his head. "Mr.
Potter apparently had a vivid dream that the Dark Lord was torturing my person
last night. Miss Granger, however, believes � as does Potter � that it was just
a simple dream, whereas Mr. Weasley suspects, due to the nature and volume of
the sounds coming from Potter's bed, that I had indeed been molested last
night." He finally took that much needed drink. "The truth is much
less glamorous than Mr. Weasley's imagining. I spent the night in the Hospital
Wing with Poppy. One of my first year girls was feeling very homesick, so we
were comforting her most of the night."
"That could be torture, but it is better than nine
months locked away in your own luggage with only a very smelly elf bringing you
occasional meals to prevent starvation," Mad&emdash;Eye said, sniffing at
Severus's goblet before drinking from it, refilling it from the bottle that
Rosemarta had wisely left on the table.
Horace looked at each of them before asking for the details.
Severus supplied the goings on while Alastor supplied the details of the
attack. By the end of the tale, Horace looked as if he had been hit by a
stunning spell. "All those months and Albus did not realize that it was
not really you."
Alastor shrugged. "I was supposed to keep my eye on
Igor. Young Crouch did keep an ever vigiliant eye on the Death Eaters at the
school, and kept Potter safe. Albus and I had already agreed to not be intimate
while I was supposed to be guarding his golden boy, but I agree he still should
have known."
Severus spoke up. "Yes, he should have known, or maybe
he knew. You know how he can be at times, ignoring the obvious for either the
belief that everyone is inherently good, or to not arise suspiscion so that the
perpatrator thinks that they will succeed. Albus thought everything would
happen on the grounds of Hogwarts, and did not anticipate anyone dying. Believe
me, I complained more than once to him about the way Moody was that year."
Horace gazed thoughtfully into his own goblet of mead,
swirling the contents as if devining a meaning from the amber colored liquid.
He paused, looking up into the main part of the tavern at the door that just
opened. Albus stood there, a blood red travelling cloak over deep blue velvet
robes.
"Headmaster! How wonderful! I think the gentlemen you
are looking for are in the corner over there," Rosemarta said as she
greeted him at the door.
His eyes twinkiling as brightly as ever, they followed to
the direction she was indicating and his already bright smile seemed to grow
brighter. "Thank you, my dear, but I feel we are going to need a bit more
privacy." He beckoned them with a gesture and thy all followed the bar
matron up to the privat parlor reserved for the faculty of Hogwarts to use.
Severus felt like he was very much the intruder once the
door closed behind them. Albus greeted them each with a hug, but he could tell
that the headmaster was working hard to hide his desire for the other two men,
most likely to spare Severus the embarrassment of being there.
"I am a bit surprised to find you all here. Although, I
am pleased, I'm also a bit concerned," Albus said. They were now seated at
the table by the fire. "What brings you lot here? What could not be
discussed on school grounds?"
The desire of the other three men was overwhelming, and Severus
was beginning to wonder how he had never noticed it before. "I think I can
clarify, Headmaster. There was a misunderstanding, no, a difference of opinion
about my whereabouts last night among the golden trio. Horace asked me to accompany
him for a drink, and I welcomed the distraction. Now, as I appear to be in the
way, I'll take my leave so that you lot may shag 'til your hearts'
content."
"Thank you, Severus. I'll join you for tea, later, to
talk about your puzzling situation," Albus said. He barely waited for Severus
to disappear into the Floo before he reached out to take his two lovers by the
hand.
(1) Lyrics from William Shakespeare's play
As You Like It
Hope you enjoyed this installment. A special thanks
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