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Death Eater Takes a Holiday	By : LeeLeePotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: There is a very small Het scene here, but only a
small paragraph. You'll live. *smirk*

Chapter 51 Dinner with Albus, Breakfast with Jessica Or
Three square meals and a Severus snack

Harry walked up to the castle in silence, Albus striding
beside him. Severus was on Harry�s other side, holding his hand. Harry wished
they could do that in public without an invisibility potion, but he would take
what he could get. All too soon the three wizards entered the main entrance.
Harry felt Sev's hand slip from his grasp. Students were mulling around, as it
was almost time for supper. Harry's �walking tall and proud� mask faltered when
he saw a familiar face. A pretty redhead was guiding a few lost first years to
the Great Hall. She waved and called his name, flashing her shiny new Prefect
badge.

"Harry!" she called out.

"Ginny!" He smiled to his honorary little sister.
Harry could hear a gasp from one of the lost first year students. 'You know
Harry Potter?' he heard the astonished girl as he pulled Ginny in for a hug.
"I really needed a friendly face tonight. Good to see you." He spoke
quietly in her ear.

"Are you staying for dinner?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, but not in the Great Hall. I'll join you next
time, OK?" he murmured and left to catch up with Albus and Sev. As he
waved good-bye, he noticed the two first years hadn't left Ginny's side; they
giggled when he waved to them, too.

Harry gave his own private password to the gargoyle and
stepped onto the revolving stairs. He was about to take out his wand to heal
his black eye when he sensed someone close.

"Building up a new fan base with the first years?"
came a silky voice in Harry's ear. He didn't reply, but wrapped his arms around
the body he couldn't see beside him, and rested his head on a broad shoulder.
The brief comfort came to an end all too soon as the steps came to a stop.

Albus stood by a table set for three. He was having a word
with a house elf, and waved them in. "Why
don't you both come and sit down. Severus, you have the antidote with you,
correct? I'm sure Harry would like to see both his dinner companions." Harry thought about what Albus had said, and
realized Albus could see Sev. Severus was watching Harry to see if he had
figured it out.

"He doesn't need a cloak or a potion to be invisible,
either." Severus, who could once again be seen, noted aside to his partner.
Harry had known Albus could be invisible, but didn't know he could see others.
He took a mental inventory of the times he'd run around Hogwarts with Ron, trying
to remember hey'hey'd ever tried getting past Albus. He blushed, thinking about
Sev's hand on his arse when he arrived at Privet Drive. He was going to comment
on Severus' apparent hidden desires of exhibitionism, but thoughts of Privet
Drive were now filling his head.

His aunt had at least listened to what they had to say. She
had looked hesitant to speak, as if she was waiting for permission from her
husband. Vernon had been an absolute imbecile from the moment they arrived to
the last wave of his fist as Harry departed down the stairs, determined never
to set eyes on Vernon again.

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Albus kindly
when he saw the turmoil in Harry's expression.

"Does it matter what I want?" snipped Harry,
instantly regretting his tone. "That was rude. I apologize," he said
looking down at the floor.

"Quite all right, Harry. I know you may not have seen
the point of tonight's visit, but one day you'll be able to look back at the past
and know you did the right thing, even if they chose not to accept your
protection. Ironically, the protection the house offered you all those years
should now work for them. But alas, you were placed there for your own
protection, and that didn�t work out as I'd hoped either. You will one day realize that while things
don't always work out as you intend, sometimes it is your intention that
matters the most."

Harry wasn't sure how to respond to this, but was luckily
interrupted by the arrival of a house elf with a tray of food so large it should
have been impossible for the creature to carry. He noticed all his favorites
were included.

"We overheard your argument with your uncle. Did you
retrieve the items you wanted?" asked Albus, getting a nod in return.

"Yes." He pulled the items out of his pockets,
having just remembered they were there. "They�re just a few things I'd
wanted to have, nothing too important." He looked at the items, holding
out his hand for them both to see. Albus picked up a photo from beneath a few
trinkets and smiled at the three bright faces beaming back at him. Harry, Ron
and Hermione in Hogsmeade, side by side, laughing about something. They were
walking ily ily down the street through the throngs of many other students all
enjoying a Hogsmeade weekend.

"Colin Creevey sent that to me over the summer my last
year at Privet Drive. It came with an invitation to his birthday party,"
Harry snorted at the memory, thinking how pathetic it was, that it was the
first time he'd been invited to a birthday party. "Luckily it came with
muggle mail and didn't cause too much trouble." The photo was creased and
wrinkled from where hiusinusin had crushed the envelope before handing it over
to his father for inspection.

Albus waved his hand, casually removing the creases from the
photo to make it like new. Producing a wand, he finished off with a
preservation charm before handing it back to Harry. "It's a very nice
photo, Harry." Albus knew why the photo was special. It was taken before
Harry's life had started getting truly difficult. Sometime early in his fourth year,
probably before the selection of the Champions by the Goblet of Fire.
"Worth the trip upstairs?" asked Albus cryptically.

Harry wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question. He
was sure he saw his guardian glance up at his bruised eye when he said it.
Harry unconsciously tucked his hair behind his hair. "Yes," he
answered with certainty. "From time to time, I'd think about what I'd left
behind. I wasn't totally sure what was there, and for some reason it bothered
me not knowing. Worth the trip upstairs," he confirmed the last part more
to himself than Albus.

o:p>

"Take it off," Severus said firmly, startling
Harry, who turned to look at his lover�s scowling face, unsure what he was
talking about. "The glamoure, take it off!" Severus growled. "I
couldn't figure it out until I saw that thing you do with your hair when you're
checking to see if your scar is hidden." That was when Severus had
realized what was different. The small bit of scar Harry still had near his ear
was concealed.

"It's not important," Harry said without emotion.

"You are important!" yelled Severus, slamming his
hand on the table, upsetting a glass of wine. In an attempt to calm himself,
Severus picked up Harry's hand and gave it a squeeze. "He doesn't deserve
to breathe the same air you do. You will never have to be in the same room with
that man for the rest of your life. If I had my way, you wouldn't be in the
same realm." Severus rubbed his thumb over the back of Harry's hand.
"Please take off the glamoure," he asked as calmly as he could
manage.

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Harry closed his eyes for a long moment. When he opened them,
a dark purple ring appeared around his left eye. Had it not been a serious
moment, Severus would have thought to be proud of the wandless magic. Harry
felt the hand holding his tense, and he looked up into onyx eyes, seeing
sadness in their dep &qu "Why would you hide this from me?"

"If I told you, things would have�" his voice
trailed off. "I just wanted to be out of that house as fast as
possible."

"Were you afraid I'd kill the bastard?"

Harry didn�t want to admit to them or himself that he would
love to have his lover defending him from the evil bastard. He'd love to see
Severus lose his temper and punch Vernon right back. "If you were to kill
him, it would have defeated the purpose of me being there to replenish the
wards," Harry hoped his tone sounded as if he didn't care in the least.
Severus didn't appreciate him trying to make light of the situation, though he
didn't miss the fact that Harry didn't answer the question.

" I was impressed by how you handled yourself. I think
your restraint should be commended. You never let him get the best of you, even
when you had every right to hex him into oblivion." Severus surprised
Harry with such an open compliment. He put a hand on Harry's chin, holding up
his face to get a closer look at the damage. "May I," asked Sev
softly, wanting to heal his lover.

"Please," answered Harry in an equally soft tone,
almost a whisper. As the angry color faded from his skin, he felt the gentle
touch of Sev's thumb brush under his eye where the bruising had been the
darkest.

"I'm sorry, Harry," said Albus, bringing the two
younger wizards from their trance. "I will not ask this of you
again."

"I wouldn�t allow it," interrupted Severus.

"While I appreciate you both looking after me, I'm a
grown man who makes his own decisions. If there is something concerning my
relatives, I should know about it," he knew Severus felt Albus shouldn't
have bothered him with it in the first place. "I could have said no, and I
came very close to it. But all things considered, I had to at least try. I
don�t plan on ever seeing them again."

"It's deplorable that muggle wasn't held accountable
for his prior transgressions!"

Harry made a mental note that Severus still uses many big
words when he's extremely angry. He took a deep breath, knowing this
conversation would happen whether he wanted to do it now or not. He was
impressed Severus hadn't caused bodily harm to Vernon on the spot, and with
this additional revelation... he deserved answers for his restraint alone.

"Harry, you know I saw the envelope marked 'Evidence'.
Why was he not held liable for his actions?" Severus asked in a much
milder tone than earlier.

"I was pressing charges, I was going to make him see
that he'd been miserable and I wanted �I don�t know what I wanted but I wasn�t about
to let him get away with it. People were dying because of me, and it took a
long time to learn that it wasn't me that killed Cedric, but Voldemort.

But Sirius, he was different. Sure, it was a Death Eater
that killed him, and ultimately that would mean Voldemort again. But really, it
was Vernon. Vernon was the reason I wrote to Sirius. I knew it wasn't safe to
keep sending him letters, but he was worried about me. When things got to the
point I knew I needed help, I wrote to Siri. Voldemort didn�t kill Sirius,
Vernon did."

"What changed?" Severus held his calm. "Why
didn't you press charges?"

"I had no guarantee Vernon would be found guilty. I
could have gone through the whole procedure, creating a media circus in the
process. I would be labeled as a head case, and have nothing to show for it. On
the other hand, I could have won. But what would I have? Make them pay
restitution? I don't need money. It wouldn't change what they'd done to me. My
Godfather was dead and nothing could ever bring Sirius back. There was nothing
that could make up for the loss of my last direct family tie to my parents. Could
you imagine what the public would be like?" He left out the part about
overhearing Albus and Minerva discussing the possibilities. Minerva predicted
the Dursleys would be killed within a month of word getting out of how Harry
had been near death when found, and his overall mistreatment. Severus had scary look in his eyes; Harry
didn't want to broach that subject.

"In the end, I dropped all charges before they could be
processed at the Ministry. I want nothing more to do with the Dursleys."

Severus nodded in understanding. He had many things to think
about now.

The meal continued on a calmer note; they stayed on lighter
subjects and discussed Harry's training with Kieran. Harry blushed, but told
them of his recent orange skin and lack of hair. Albus mentioned to Harry that
he may want to visit with Remus sometime, as he'd given him the same list of
available flats to help find a place to stay during fullfull moon, as he�d
given Harry when he went apartment hunting. Harry was relieved to see Severus'
mood hadn't soured while they discussed Remus. When the evening came to a
close, Albus offered Harry to stay in his room there in Albus' tower. He'd
suggested that perhaps Harry shouldn't apparate after such a trying evening.

Harry accepted, recognizing the invitation for what it was.
He was perfectly capable of apparating wherever he wanted, but Albus needed to
offer him the protection he could give as Harry's guardian, to be there for him
as he relatives were not.

Severus thanked his host and said goodnight. Harry felt
bereft when he realized Sev was leaving, but no sooner had he stepped through
the door to leave, he turned to ask if perhaps Harry would like him to bring up
a sleeping drought. He remembered Harry had once said he'd had nightmares on
the nights he'd thought of his 'family' too close to bedtime. Harry
smiled, and thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Harry exited the bathroom with toothbrush in hand. He
couldn't help but smirk at Albus when he passed him in the hall. Albus wore a
light blue nightshirt with the constellations sewn in, and matching hat. Harry
was sure he saw a shooting star fly over the wizard�s shoulder. "Get a
good nights rest, my boy," Albus said genially.

"Good night, Albus," Harry replied, and paused
when he saw the moon on Albus' hat eclipse the sun, causing the hat to turn a
darker shade of blue. "Where do you buy your clothes?" asked Harry
comically, knowing most of his guardian�s clothes were custom made. Certainly,
Madam Malkin's wasn't carrying a variety of �eccentric wizard� wear.

Returning to his room, Harry sat at a small desk in the
corner. He penned a quick note to Hermione, telling her things had gone as
expected and he was back at Hogwarts for the night. He knew she was concerned
and would be waiting for him to open his floo so she could fire call and make
sure he was okay. He sealed the parchment, and turned around upon hearing a
silky voice coming from the fire.

"Writing love letters, or replying to fan mail? Would
you like me to summon an owl for you?" Sev commented, seeing the letter
Harry had just finished.

"No, I'll probably go for a walk up to the owlry later.
I'm not very tired." Ignoring the insinuations, Harry watched Severus step
through the fire, and wished he had as much grace when he traveled that way.

"I believe that was the purpose of my visit," Severus
pulled a vial of Dreamless Sleep from his robe pocket. "You certainly
aren't dressed for a trip to the owlry," he noted Harry's state of
undress. His hand slid down the side of Harry's tee until he caught his thumb
in the silky pants Harry wore. "Quite the scandal if you were seen,"
he teased.

"You know I live for the headlines," said Harry,
doing a good job of keeping his tone neutral despite his urge to laugh.
"I'm no one without my publicot; ot; The back of his hand pressed against
his forehead theatrically.

"I can see the headlines now. 'Golden Boy Flipped His
Lid'." Severus sat on the bed smirking at his seemingly insane lover.

"No, we were talking scandal remember?" Harry sat
beside him, putting one leg over Sev's. "The headline could read,
'Wizarding World�s Savoir in Torrid Affair with his Ex-Potions Professor. Rumors
are, a heavily drugged Severus Snape has recently been found chained to
Potter's bed, where he'd been kept as a sex slave all summer'."

"You swore you wouldn't tell a soul about the
chains," Severus intoned, very serious. Harry couldn't contain his
laughter.

"Have you enjoyed being chained up in the past?"
he smirked at Sev. "People do kinky stuff when they get bored with the
usual sex?"

"You have no idea," said Severus dryly. He
couldn't help but think that it wasn't all that many months earlier that Harry
had been a virgin. He probably didn't know about many kinks. Yet. "You
didn't find being buggered on a broom that unusual?"

Harry sighed at the memory. "That was something,"
he said with a moan. "I may not even need a potion for dreamlessness. I'm
looking forward to hot, lusty dreams about you. Do you brew a potion for
that?" he added as an afterthought, but then remembered the 'Sweet Dreams'
powder.

"I'll leave this with you in case you ge yge your
mind," Severus placed the vial on the bedside table. "I'll leave my
private fire lit, so you can warn me if you need to floo in." He wrapped
his arms around Harry before brushing his lips against his lover's temple, and
Harry climbed into his lap.

"You've always been there for me, Severus." Harry
wrapped his arms around Sev's waist, resting his head on his chest. "Don't
ever change," he said, very content to be in Sev's arms.

Harry's words meant a lot to Severus. He was used to having
his faults pointed out. He wasn't a well-liked professor, and he didn't always
get along with the other staff or Order members due to differences of opinion
and general snarkiness. Knowing Harry loved him 'as is' warmed his heart. The
head resting comfortably against his chest shifted, looking up. Severus gazed
into Harry's beautiful green eyes, seeing love and contentment. He hoped his
own expression relayed the same sentiments.

Severus brushed his lips across Harry's, and then leaned
back to look into his eyes once more before kissing him tenderly. It was a slow,
gentle kiss. There was no battling for dominance as their tongues entwined,
only a gentle exploration, tasting one another.

Harry could feel Severus lifting him up while nuzzling his
neck in a catlike manner. He sighed, enjoying the sensation as Severus placed
little kisses the length of his neck and jaw line. Enjoying himself as much as
he was, he didn't realize his lover had put him back down.

Severus continued to nuzzle and taste his love�s neck as he
placed him in the bed, pulling the covers up and lying down beside him above
the sheets. He lightly massaged Harry's scalp, soothing his young lover until
Harry was on the edge of slumber. The younger wizard smiled in his sleep as Sev
continued his ministrations, their noses brushing against one another. When he could get no more response from Harry,
and was confidae wae was soundly asleep, Severus picked up the forgotten letter
on the desk and stepped back through the floo to his own chambers.

After summoning an owl to send out the letter addressed to
Hermione, Severus took a long, hot shower. As the steamy water cascaded over
his head, Severus thought about the man he loved. It was hard to imagine that
man had been the abused child who once lived with that poor excuse for a
family. Though he intended to have a relaxing shower, it only proved to have
the opposite effect as he thought back to the tiny cupboard under the stairs.
Those horrid people had treated Harry badly for years. Not only had they
provided only the bare minimum of living essentials for their nephew, they had put
him through mental and physical anguish as well. What would years of neglect
and abuse do to a person's psychological well-being? He didn't want to
think about where Harry would be had he not had the benefit of Erin Kirkland as
a counselor. His Harry.

~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~

In a health food restaurant a few towns away from home, Mr.
and Mrs. Granger enjoyed an evening out to celebrate their anniversary.
"We should have insisted she come along. You know how she is dear, she may
not put her book down long enough to eat a decent meal," said Mrs. Granger
adamantly. Pouring his wife another glass of wine, Mr. Granger consoled his wife,
saying he was sure his little girl would know enough to put her needs before
some book.

Back home, in the Granger�s sitting room, a large tome with
five different bookmarks lay discarded on the floor. Lying on the sofa, with
her blouse off, Hermione clenched her hand around a fistful of red hair,
pressing Ron's freckled face against her breast. Ron sucked and nibbled the
tender skin, marveling at the silken softness, teasing the areola and watching
it crinkle, then kissed a path down to Hermione�s navel while tugging her jeans
slowly down past her hips, and gasped. "Wow, you shaved your hair!"
Ron was interrupted from his investigation when a large black owl flew into the
open window, startling them both.

"It's a school owl," Hermione noted ae une untied
the letter from the proud bird bearing a leg tag with the Hogwarts crest.
"It's from Harry." Ron read
the letter over her shoulder. Hermione was relieved Harry was back home, or at
least at Hogwarts. She would get the full story from him in person. Ron, on the
other hand, was forming a plan.

~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~

Albus Dumbledore sat up in his bed with a good book that he
hadn't started reading yet. He had been quite amused by Harry's reaction to his
choice of nightshirts. He usually tried to wear the most ostentatious
bedclothes when either Harry or Severus spent the night in their rooms in
Albus' tower. It would guarantee him a comment from Harry, or a roll of the
eyes from Severus.

Albus sensed the magic of the floo in Harry's room, alerting
him that Severus had retired for the night. Albus was disappointed in the way
the evening had turned out. He could tell by the direction the conversation had
taken that he would not convince the Dursley family to agree to the wards. It
was with a sad heart that Albus set eyes on Harry as he entered the kitchen
again with an angry bruise forming around his eye. Had it not been for his
concern for Harry, Albus would have stayed to convince Petunia to take the
necessary precautions for their safety.

Albus knew how protective Severus was of Harry. When no
protest came from Severus regarding repercussions for Vernon's actions, Albus
knew Severus wasn't going to wait for the 'proper channels' to insure justice
was done. Severus had gotten the short end of the stick in the 'justice'
department a few too many times. Albus himself was guilty of it. He pondered
over his guiding Harry not to press charges the year or so back when he nearly
died at the hands of his relatives. He'd thought the attention in the press and
release of information regarding Harry's private life growing up was not worth
what little punishment the Dursleys would have had to endure. Albus still felt
it was best that Harry didn't go through the stress of a court case and
reliving the entire ordeal in front of spectators. He reflected he'd also been
confident when he�d originally placed the child that the Dursleys were Harry's
best choice, and sadly, that had proven a large error in judgment.

Albus' musing was interrupted by sounds of a disturbed sleep
in the next room. He entered the hall to listen at Harry's door. Back when
Harry spent every night in the room next door, Albus would rush in to begin his
soothing song to help quiet the healing boy. Now a year later, the old wizard
knew he had to allow Harry to deal with his demons. Though he wanted to go
right in and help, he knew that Harry no longer needed him for this. It pained
him to hear Harry's whimpers and muffled words of protest against the invader
in his sleep. His hand held the doorknob in hesitation as the distressing
sounds increased. Harry's body tossed and turned on the bed, his breaths
increased to short panicked gasps, and then suddenly there was no sound coming
from the room. Sensing a floo connection, Albus went back to bed, ing ing Harry
was in good hands.

Harry had woken as quietly as he could manage. Kieran would
be impressed, had his silent wakening not given him away, considering the
amount of noise he�d made while sleeping. It took a few moments for him to get
his bearings. Harry reached for his glasses, but realized he was wearing his
contact lenses. Harry unsteadily walked to the fireplace, throwing in the
powder to speak to Severus.

"Sev?" Harry called warily, attempting to keep his
face impassive, not wanting Severus to think him weak.

Severus turned his head to look towards the fire. He
couldn't see very well through the curtain of hair in his face, but the voice
was Harry's. Without a word, he held up the sheet next to him in invitation.
Harry stumbled through to the bedroom, his feet still a little unsteady.
Without comment regarding Harry's grace, or lack thereof, Severus continued to
hold up the sheet, allowing Harry to scoot into the cozy bed. Harry backed up
under the covers until he could feel Sev's warm body pressed up against his
own. Before his head hit the pillow, a long arm wrapped around him
protectively, pulling him closer still.

Some several hours later, Severus woke right on time.
Despite the warm weather, the dungeons remained a cool temperature. He had no
desire to leave a warm bed with Harry to go brew potions and watch the
imbeciles who had detention. But as desires and responsibilities seldom go hand
in hand, Severus pulled off the sheet to get up. He then realized he had the
entire sheet, leaving Harry with none. He smirked, knowing it was usually the
other way around, but then they usually slept together in Harry's bed. He
wasn't too happy with the circumstances that drew Harry to his bed in the wee
hours of last night.

Before heading for the shower, Severus pulled up the sheet,
but paused before draping ier Her Harry's prone form. The young man was sexy as
Hell. His toned arms wrapped around his pillow, where his head rested on top,
hair slightly in his face. Harry's face, looking far more peaceful than the
last time he checked, was exquisite. The tee mostly covered his torso, and the
vision of a firm arse teased through a pair of red silk pants. Severus dropped
the sheet; covering up that fine arse before he started something he didn't
have time to finish.

Stepping into the hot shower, Severus chuckled, thinking
about how Harry woulact act to being awakened by a bite on the arse. It had been
tempting indeed. Even in a kind way, he didn't want to wake Harry; he knew his
lover had had a disturbing night before he�d come to Sev�s bed. Still, he would
have to wake him; Harry couldn�t stay while he was gone. It wasn't safe for
Harry to be half naked only a door away from his office where he often spoke to
students. Some of whom bore the Dark Mark.

"Time to wake up, I'm afraid," said Severus as he
exited the bathroom, wearing a large towel that nearly reached the floor. Harry
hadn't budged, or shown any signs of waking. "I want you out of here
before I leave for breakfast," he gave Harry a shake. "I spoke to
Kieran, so don't think for a minute I don't know you're awake." Severus
kissed the top of Harry�s head and walked over to his wardrobe, picking out his
things for the day.

"Wear something sexy under your robes today,"
Harry eyed him through half-lidded eyes. Sev dropped the towel that had been
wrapped around his waist. "Or not. Care to have the breeze flowing around you?
That would be equally hot, knowing you've gone traditional for the day."

"Why, pray tell, would I wear something sexy, or not,
under my robe", he paused. "when I will come home after a long day to
an empty bed?" he purposely took a long time picking out socks, knowing
Harry was still gazing at him since the towel dropped.

"So you can think of me in your bed, while you�re
working," Harry said keenly. Severus snorted, very undignified. Harry
smiled when he saw Sev putting on silk boxers. "I'll lie here all morning
with nothing to do but touch myself, while you�re gone at class. You could skip
lunch and come," he paused "see me," Harry teased, but in truth
he had a busy day planned.

Severus made as if he were ignoring his teasing lover. He
stood facing the wardrobe, buttoning up a long line of small buttons. Harry
hadn't thought Sev actually buttoned each one without magic, and wondered if he
was doing it to bug him, or perhaps give himself a reason to be in the room
with him for a moment more before he had to leave. Het grt grinned and watched
as Sev opened up his trousers to tuck in his shirt. Harry was tempted to put
his own hands down Sev's pants, with the pretext of assisting, of course.

"Nice try, but you�re flooing out of here in five
minutes," said Severus in a tone that brooked no argument. Harry couldn't
see him smiling.

"Would you find it too difficult to work, knowing you
had a naked eighteen-year-old in your bed, just waiting for you to take
him?"

Severus finished the final button, and smoothed out his
robe. "Don't flatter yourself," he said with an evil grin, but barely
stifled a whimper as he turned around to see Harry with one hand pulling up the
tee, trailing fingers up through the sparse hair on his abdomen, while the
other hand had rested low on his hip, his thumb hooked in his red silk pants,
exposing a most suckable area.

"You're tempted, I can tell," said Harry, fingers
trailing up his front, reaching into his mouth, tasting the tips seductively.

"Tempted or not, I don't have time to ravage you. I've
got several matters that need attending to before breakfast." Severus
walked over to the bed, buttoning the cuff on his sleeve; all the while his
eyes never left Harry's body, tempting sight that he was.

"I can see you have something right here that needs
attending to," purred Harry, pressing his palm against Sev's hardness.

"Those of us with jobs and responsibilities beyond
battling Dark Lords must be to work on time," Severus said firmly, but
didn't move from the warm hand fondling him through his many layers of fabric.

"Then I'd better get to work," Harry said as he
opened enough buttons on Sev's robes to get to the trousers beneath.

"We can't�" Severus lost what little resolve he
had.

"We won't. I will." Harry had
already opened Sev's trousers and pulled up the front of his shirt. Severus let
out a shuddering breath when Harry engulfed him as soon as he'd released Sev�s
hard prick from its confines. Harry liked giving head. He was good at it, and
loved it when he got Sev's freshly showered cock in his mouth. Harry kept one
hand on Sev's hip for balance and the other held the base of his cock, giving
his lips a place to stop at, preventing him from gagging. He swirled his tongue
around before sucking hard on the stiff shaft pulsing against his talented
tongue.

Severus stood fully dressed; his locked legs keeping him
balanced as Harry's head bobbed vigorously, sucking hard, taking in every inch
he had to offer. His hand on Harry's shoulder would occasionally move up to
grasp his hair, but would hesitate and return to his shoulder.

Harry could feel Sev was getting close. He also felt the
hesitant hand moving from his head to shoulder again. "I know you want to fuck me. Go on Sev,
let go," Harry encouraged. He was pleased Severus did allow himself to go
with his desires. Strong, now confidant hands came up to grab his dark locks,
holding him in place. Severus began to move his hips slowly at first, but
increased his speed as Harry moaned and hummed against his dripping cock.

Severus' heaving breaths increased, mixed with an occasional
grunt as he fucked Harry's welcoming mouth. He pumped his cock with ferocity as
Harry continued to keep suction strong, pulling him ever closer to climax. With
a guttural sound somewhere between a loud groan and a grunt, Severus released
his seed with one last forceful thrust. Harry kept the suction strong until he
was sure every last drop was released, swallowing hungrily, licking and sucking
on the tip of Sev's softening cock until it was too tender to tolerate the
sensation.

Harry leaned back on the bed again, content. "They say
always taking time for breakfast makes a body healthy," Harry said with a
silly grin, licking his lips. He was very pleased to be able to send Sev off to
work in such a manner. He was all the more pleased when Severus stopped at the
door and came back in for one last quick kiss, and was sure he heard a
declaration of love whispered in his ear before Severus told him he had five
minutes to get out, then strode back out the door again.

Harry laid back down with a silly grin.

~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~

To the untrained eye, Severus briskly walked the corridors
with his usual scorn for all those around him. Only a select few would
recognize the contentment in the man's features. He met with McGonagall in the hall, and placed his bet for the
first quidditch match. She in turn gave him a copy of the schedule for the next
ten games. They fell back into their usual friendly banter about which team
didn't have a chance.

Harry stepped through the floo wearing one of Sev's shirts.
He opted for using Sev's shower over the one he shared with Albus. The elder
wizard knew a little too much for Harry's comfort. He never could release any
pent up energy in that shower, knowing Albus was so close by. Silencing charms
were so obvious when all sounds of running water could no longer be heard.
Harry put on the jeans he wore the previous day, and laughed when he remembered
he'd left his tee and silk pants on the floor in Sev's bathroom. The pants were
tight and so small they could almost be ca a t a thong. He laughed again,
knowing the house elves wouldn't go near any clothes not in the hamper, since
Sev's potion-splattered clothing were a health hazard.

Entering the Great Hall, Harry gave Albus a wave, and
checked to see if Sev had seen him enter. Harry chuckled when Severus eyed the
shirt Harry had borrowed from him. The look he gave was one of 'get food on my
white shirt, you'll pay'. He also noted Harry looked very fine. It was one of
his more fitted shirts, and it fit Harry loosely with the sleeves rolled half
way up to his elbow.

"May I sit here?" asked Harry politely. Ginny,
busy talking to a friend said 'yeah sure,' without turning to look in his
direction. A small girl Harry recognized as the first year he met with Ginny
the night before gave him a smile and blushed.

"He's going to take me to lunch next weekend,"
Ginny told her friend. She still hadn't noticed Harry.

"Could you pass the croissants?" Harry leaned
particularly close to Ginny. She huffed and shoved the basket in his direction,
and scooted closer to her friend. Harry tilted his head toward Ginny, rolling
his eyes, making the first year laugh. He picked up a goblet of pumpkin juice,
looked down at the white shirt and put the goblet back down. "Better safe
than sorry," he said before casting a repellant spell on the shirt.

"Tell me about it," said the girl, looking down at
her school robe with crumbs on it. "Thanks!" she exclaimed when the
crumbs were whisked away as he repeated the spell for her.

Deciding not to wait for Ginny to notice him, Harry nicked a
slice of bacon off her plate. With impressive reflexes and much experience with
six brothers, Ginny slapped his hand away from her breakfast.

"What the�" she started indignantly and then
realized who was sitting beside her. "Harry, you idiot, why didn't you say
something?" she laughed.

"I was busy having breakfast with�" he gestured to
the girl across the table.

"Jessica," the first year filled in helpfully.

"Yes, with Jessica, since you wouldn't give me the time
of day." He held up his hand to prevent Ginny from interrupting. "Do
you always treat guys like this? How do expect anyone to ask you out?"
asked an amused Harry.

"I don't," she said confidently. "I have no
need to encourage boys. Neville and I are dating exclusively now," Ginny
proudly glowed.

"Congratulations," he said sincerely, and took her
bacon. "You're really quick, by the way. No wonder you�re seeker
now," he said through a mouthful.

"Thanks," she beamed. "Did you stay here last
night, or are you back early?"

"Stayed," he answered without explanation.
"Not for much longer, though. I've got an appointment this afternoon, and
I want to stop home first," he said and began to get up.

"Oh, you can't leave, I just now realized your were
here. I'm such a prat. Sorry," she apologized.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure to be back again. If
you�re done, you could walk me out," he suggested.

Before they reached the door to exit the Great Hall, the
morning mail came. To Harry's surprise, Hermione's owl approached and flew over
his head until Harry put out his arm, offering the large bird a place to land.
Ginny held open the door so Harry, with owl in tow, could head outside. Once
the letter was removed, the owl left, not waiting for a reply.

It was then that Harry remembered the letter he wrote to
Hermione the previous night. He'd forgotten about it, having fallen asleep with
Severus. Since Hermione thanked him in her letter for so quickly sending word
he was OK, he figured Severus had sent it along for him. Good thing, since
Hermione would have been a wreck waiting.

Harry saw that Ginny was looking at him expectantly.
"The wards at the Dursley's are due for an overhaul. Hermione wanted to
make sure things went all right," he explained. Ginny had the expected
reaction and was overly concerned for Harry having to step foot in that house
again. She grabbed one of his hands as she spoke.

"Was it awful to see them again?" she asked
tentatively, and gave his hand a squeeze of support.

"I thought it was going to be difficult, but really it
wasn't that big a deal. They are as miserable as I remember them. Funny, I used
to think they were like that because of me, but now I see they would be
miserable with or without me. I'm fine, I promise," he reassured her.
Ginny looked relieved, and then blushed when she realized she was still holding
his hand.

"Sorry," she said and let go of his hand.
"What would Professor Snape think?" Harry couldn't tell if she was
serious or not, but reminded her not to speak of him aloud, should anyone be
listening.

"He's secure in our relationship. Besides, he knows I
don't go for girls. No offence," he added humorously.

"Don't be too sure," she countered in a singsong
voice. "I read last week in the Daily Prophet, that it was very common for
teens to experiment, and for concerned witches not to fret because the Great
Harry Potter was most likely still interested in girls. They didn't rule out
the possibility of you being bisexual."

"And I'm sure they get their information only from
reliable sources." Harry smirked, rolling his eyes.

They continued to walk to the edge of Hogwarts where Harry
could apparate home. To their surprise, Remus Lupin was walking from the
opposite direction toward them. When it was clear the two men were not going to
say a quick hello and go on their way, Ginny said her goodbyes and left to get
to quidditch practice on time.

"Albus mentioned I should talk to you. I hear you were
given the same limited list of places to rent that I was," Harry said
wryly.

"It appears so. Perhaps you could shed some light on a
few of these. Maybe help weed a few out before I spend all my free time
looking."

"Sure. If you�re not busy, we could right now. I have
to be somewhere, but if you want to come along, we could go over your list.�

"I am free now, but I don't want to keep you from your
appointments," he started, but Harry insisted he come along.

"No, I want you to come. I've been keeping this a
secret from Sev so I can surprise him, but I'd love to get your opinion,"
Harry exclaimed. When Remus agreed, Harry told him he wanted to stop home
first, and gave Remus directions to where his place was, over Mr. Jenning�s
antique shop.

~�~�~�~�~�~�~�~�~�~�~�~�~�~�~

"You have a very nice place here," Remus observed
as he looked around Harry's home.

"Thanks. Remus, could I ask you a personal
quest&quo"

"You may,&q he he left out the unspoken, 'I may not
answer'.

"I was under the impression you already had a place of
your own. Why are you looking for a place to stay for the full moon?"

"I do have a home that I've lived in for some time now,
but I'm afraid it's not very close to here. Usually I can apparate great
distances, but not right after the full moon, when I'm weak from the change. If
I'm to leave Hogwarts, it must be someplace close by. Hence the list," he
pulled the list from his pocket.

Harry looked over the list, remembering most of the places.
He felt bad Remus had to spend money on rent when he already had a home. It
infuriated him that Severus was forcing the issue and using the Wolfsbane
Potion to get his way. "I'm sorry you've been forced into this. I don't think
it�s fair that Severus can hold this over you. I've been so spoiled with the
Weasleys being understanding and accepting of Sev, that it's hard for me,
knowing he gets along so poorly with you."

"What makes you so sure Severus and I get along badly?
Mind, I wouldn't call us friends, but we've been on missions and worked well
together. We manage to sit down and review the effects of the potion and how I
feel so he can make appropriate changes. He works very hard to brew the
Wolfsbane Potion for me, and also spends hours researching ways to improve it.
There are numerous other potions he could be researching instead, though I'm
sure it�s to his benefit to have me as a test subject," mused Remus.
"I haven't had his potion available to me in some time. It's very hard to
go without, after knowing the benefits for so long. I used the basic potion
available at the apothecary while I was away. I'm happy to give in to his one
request, for all he's doing to make my life easier."

"Request? It hardly sounded like a request to me."
Harry didn't know how Remus managed to remain the calm, cool and collected
person he always seemed to be.

Harry, you may not be aware, but Professors at Hogwarts sign
a contract. Most have duties in addition to teaching. For example, Filius
Flitwick is required by contract to assist with the warding of Hogwarts. I'm
sure he would happily help with or without his contract. The same goes for
Madam Hooch. In addition to teaching, she heads the quidditch department and
referees games."

Harry looked to be following him, but unsure what the point
was.

"Severus is bound by his contract to not only teach
Potions class, but prepare all potions required by the Infirmary and staff
alike. That includes the Wolfsbane Potion," explained Remus.

"I don't understand. If he doesn�t have a choice, then
how can he demand you leave the castle?"

"Imagine if you will, that you are Severus, I am Draco
Malfoy. You have a request. Do you ask Draco nicely to do this thing for you
that you feel strongly about, or do you go to Albus and demand satisfaction in
exchange for all the work required of you, since the work is for Draco's
benefit? Severus is a proud man. He has
to make the potion. He knows that, and knows that I know as well. And while we
work together civilly, that doesn't mean he'd ask me to oblige him his request.

Harry couldn't imagine asking Malfoy for a favor, nor could
he see Severus asking a favor of anyone, much less Remus. He felt bad, knowing
Remus never seemed to have much money in the past. Although he was better
dressed these days, this would be an extra expense he hadn't counted on when
taking the position as Defense Professor. Harry suddenly realized something, as
if a light appeared over his head.

"You were Sirius' lover."

"Yes," answered Remus unsure of where this was
going.

"You were his partner, but I was left all his money.
You should have that," Harry said quickly.

&quo, Ha, Harry, Siri wanted you to have that money. I have
plenty of money," he insisted.

"How much is �plenty�?" asked Harry incredulously.
�He left me loads of gold. I've hardly touched it, what with the vault my
parents left. Surely you have more of a right to it than I do."

"Thank you for your concern Harry, but Sirius made sure
I was well taken care of. After he inherited some money from a distant family
member, he decided to make up a will. Not all of Sirius� family members are
good people, and he wanted to make sure his money went where he intended. If
the will were contested, the Ministry would never side with a werewolf. Siri
knew this, so he placed a large sum of his money in a vault in my name. To
anyone who checked, it would appear that all of his money was left solely to
you, but I, too, have a full vault. Your Godfather was a smart man, even if he
often acted with his heart and not his head.

~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~

Harry and Remus sat on two large rocks at Godric's Hollow.
They talked as a large truck dropped a load of lumber at the building site.
Harry gave his opinions of the various places he'd checked out to live, and
Remus looked over the house plans, telling Harry what the house was like when
his parents had lived there. Together they spelled the lumber and other
supplies to go unnoticed by passersby or would be thieves.

Harry spent the better part of the morning with Remus before
heading home to shower so he could meet up with Severus in the afternoon.
Looking back on the day, he'd enjoyed his time with Remus. Harry couldn't help
but see him as fatherly. It was hard to imagine Remus and Severus were the same
age. Remus often spoke of the times he spent with the Potters. The stressful
years living as a lycanthrope had aged him, leaving his hair liberally mixed
with grey, while Sev still had a head of ebony hair.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~

Severus wasn't as busy at potions work as Harry thought. No,
his lover had many other irons in the fire. Sitting at his desk, Severus
ignored the students as they scrubbed cauldrons while serving their detention.
Instead, he was focused, devising a plan. A certain muggle had gotten away with
making his lover�s life miserable. Now that Dursley�s recent infractions had
drawn Severus� attention, the wizard decided it was time the man understood. No
one messed with what was his. It had been so tempting to go right back
to Privet Drive and beat the man within an inch of his life, but Severus didn't
act impulsively. He thought things
through completely, designing a much more satisfying plan to make the
disgusting muggle accountable for his actions.

A tawny owl bearing the Hogwarts crest approached a large
manor, carrying a letter addressed to Lucius Malfoy. Lucius placed his teacup
on the saucer to receive the unexpected letter. Not bothering to offer the owl
food or drink, Lucius sent it on its way before unrolling the scroll.

"Severus, what a surprise," Lucius drawled aloud,
though no one else was present to hear. "What are you up to now?" he
wondered, reading the letter in which Severus told of a new potion that may be
of interest to him. It was code, requesting an audience with the Dark Lord.

The Potions Master sat in his office with his fireplace
blazing, knowing he was likely to get a fire call very soon. He acted slightly
interested when Lucius appeared.

"What a surprise it was to hear from you,
Severus," said Lucius dryly. "You say you have a 'potion' in
which I may be interested?"

"Yes, something new I've been working on," he
spoke vaguely. It wasn't safe to speak freely in the public fire.

"Is this something perishable that needs immediate
attention?" Lucius asked, trying to establish if Severus needed to see
their Lord without delay, or if it could wait until the next meeting.

"No, in fact I have yet to obtain all the necessary
ingredients. I merely wish to give you first chance when I do make a
breakthrough with my recent discoveries."

Lucius understood; Severus still needed time to gather
information. "Do let me know when your research is complete. As you know,
I appreciate being let in on your discoveries first hand. I'll be in
touch."

His plan was in motion. No one hurt his Harry and got away
with it.

TBC

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