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In the hands of fate	By : XMeikoX Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17181 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Logan groaned as he regained consciousness. His bones popped uncomfortably as he sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. His head was pounding painfully. He remembered getting the kids to safety and then nothing else. He was now lying in a comfortable bed with emerald green sheets.

Seeing the sheets made his mind jump to Harry’s beautiful green eyes. Scanning the room, he looked for his absent mate. The room had a dark wooden dresser across from the bed and light green walls. He sniffed, but could not detect even a hint of Harry’s scent in the room. A growl ripped through his throat as an invisible hand clenched at his heart. He knew he shouldn’t have left him behind. His instincts had screamed at him to not leave his mate. His blood boiled as he thought of Harry being hurt. The urge to kill was coursing through his veins.

The door to the left of the bed opened and an older man in a wheel chair rolled in, followed by a woman with pure white hair and chocolate colored skin.

“Hello. I’m happy you’re awake. You took quite a blow.” The bald man stated, smiling at Logan with a carefree smile.

“Hey bub. Where the hell am I?” Logan asked gruffly, getting off the bed and standing in a defensive stance, blades still sheathed.

“Don’t worry my friend, we won’t hurt you here.” The man said, smiling again. A growl bubbled up from Logan’s throat. Something about the old man’s smile annoyed the hell out of him. “My name is Professor Charles Xavier. You are now at Charles Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. It’s a school that teaches mutants how to control their powers and use them for good.”

Logan stared at this ‘Xavier’ man like he had hit his head one too many times. Was this guy for real? A school that specifies in teaching mutants how to use their power?

‘The government probably loves this’ Logan thought sarcastically.

“This is my assistant and vice principal, Storm Monroe.” Xavier said, gesturing to the white haired woman standing next to him that had yet to say a word. Logan nodded at her and she smiled lightly, showing her pearly white teeth that matched her snowy hair.

“And what do you want with me, bub?” Logan asked, eyebrow rose in question, smirking at the other mutant slightly. “I know how to control my powers” He unleashed his claws intimidatingly, smiling in satisfaction when Xavier’s smile seemed to dim. It might have been his imagination, but a wind seemed to swish in the room, ruffling his hair just slightly.

“Yes, I know you are an exceptional fighter Logan.” Xavier said with that same annoying smile reappearing on his face. “That is why I want you to become our survival teacher. Teach these children how to defend themselves without the use of their powers.”

Logan stared at the man suspiciously. It seemed to him that Xavier was gathering a mutant army. To be honest, it wouldn’t have been the first time he had heard the idea.

“No, it is not my wish to create some kind of army. I wish for humans and mutants to co-exist in peace.” Logan nodded at Xavier’s explanation. He stared at the man, looking him over critically. He seemed like the kind of person that he was portraying himself to be. He guessed he could trust him. At least until he found his mate.

“Alright, but I get to make the rules in all my classes.” Logan said with a smirk. Xavier and Storm smiled at him gently. “Don’t want no pansies running around.”

“Just don’t be too rough on them Logan.” Storm spoke, her voice laced with a thick African accent.

Xxxxx

Harry fidgeted, uncomfortable in the new clothes Severus had bought for him to wear. He was following said man to the great hall. It was a giant room where all the students ate their meals. He had never seen a room so big before and filled with so many people. Harry was currently wearing form fitting long black pants, a white short-sleeve shirt, and an emerald green vest that made his eyes sparkle and complimented them nicely. Over this ensemble were long, black robes. He didn’t like them much. He admitted the rest of the clothes looked okay, but the dress...’robes’ he reminded himself, was constricting. It felt like he was walking around wearing a blanket with sleeves.

“Severus, why do I have to wear such funny clothes?” Harry asked as they entered the great hall. As soon as they stepped in, all talking and movement stopped. Harry looked around nervously, wondering if he had done something wrong to upset the whole room of students. He grabbed the sleeve of Severus’s robes for comfort. Severus glanced back at him and slowed down his steps so that they were closer. Harry smiled at the small reassurance given.

“It is customary to wear such ‘funny’ clothes” Severus sneered, making Harry giggle in amusement. He loved how Severus could go from gentle protector, to a grumpy old man.

“Do I get to eat Severus?” Harry asked, staring longingly at all the food adorning the tops of the tables as they made their way to the front table.

Severus’s eyes dimmed as he thought of Harry’s innocent question. He sometimes forgot that Harry was raised by abusive muggles and then in a lab where he was used as a lab rat for the muggles’ experiments. He always acted so happy. He had his unusual quirks about him, but it was easy to forget about his troubling past.

“Yes, Harry. You get to eat as much as you want. We all get to eat three meals a day.” Severus said, pulling Harry to the teachers table and pulled out his chair. He gesturing for him to take a seat next to an older woman that had her hair pulled back into a tight bun. Harry smiled gratefully and Severus swore he saw half the students swoon at the sight. He would have to keep an eye on the boy. He might not have known him long but he already felt like a son. He was his deceased best friend’s only child after all. It was hard to forget this fact with Lily’s green eyes staring up at him. The rest of the boy might have reminded him of James, but the eyes were all Lily.

“Severus…what’s the best thing to eat? For Lucas I mean.” Harry asked, looking around at all the food available. Severus looked at him confused. Surely the boy didn’t have an imaginary friend at his age. But it was no telling considering the conditions he had been forced to live through. He couldn’t blame him if he did create someone to keep him company while in those dreadful cells, or even at his relative’s house.

“Who is ‘Lucas’?” Severus asked slowly, unsure and not wanting to hurt the teen’s feelings. It was amazing how he could succeed in being a death eater spy, but this one teenager could unnerve him so. Harry smiled happily while placing a hand gently over his flat stomach.

“My baby…I just have a feeling that it will be a boy.” Harry smiled, looking down at his stomach lovingly before looking back up at Severus. He was so beautiful. He was practically glowing with love.

Yes; Severus would definitely have to watch over him. He wondered ideally if this was how an overprotective father felt about his daughter.

Xxxxxxx

Harry stared at the wand in his hand. It shot out colorful sparks, making one of the many drawers in the shop fling out onto the floor and he quickly let go of it in shock. The worker behind the counter, a strange man named Ollivander, stared at him with his brow crinkled in concentration. His face was scrunched up as he stared at Harry intently.

“You are a very tricky one. Yes, indeed.” He stepped back to the shelves upon shelves of wands in skinny little boxes.

“Do I have to get one Severus?” Harry whined, leaning against the counter with a pout on his angelic face. Severus sighed in annoyance as he did his well-practiced death glare at the other people in the shop who were looking around. Where ever Harry went, he attracted admirers. At the moment, he had two younger girls and a man with his son, sizing the green eyed teen up. Affection and lust was clearly seen in their eyes.

“Yes Harry. You will need a wand to perform magic.” Severus told him quietly for the third time since their visit to Hogsmead. He was being to lose his patience.

“But…I don’t need a wand to do magic.” Harry said confused. At Severus’s raised eye brow, he demonstrated by turning a nearby stool into a small box with intricate designs etched on the sides. Severus grabbed Harry’s arm quickly and pulled him behind him, out of the store. He couldn’t believe the power and skill this one boy possessed. It was one thing to be able to do that with a wand at his age, after going to Hogwarts of course, but Harry had done it with no magical training or wand. That meant he could wield magic to do whatever he pleased. If anyone found out, he would be in even more danger then he already was as the boy-who-lived. He just hoped that the people in the store didn’t really notice or knew who Harry or Severus really was.

Harry whimpered in pain as his arm was yanked painfully. He should have known that they would eventually get tired of him. It was only a matter of time before they sold him to another lab, or hurt him themselves for his freakiness. Severus pulled him over to a public floo and they went back to Hogwarts.

“I’m sorry, sir” Harry whimpered again, almost crying at the harsh pulling on his arm. “I’ll be a good freak. I promise.”

Severus let go of his arm as if it stung at hearing this. He turned around to stare at the teen causing Harry to flinch at the sudden direct attention.

Harry started to shiver in fear. He was probably thinking of ways to hurt him. He hoped beyond hoped that his little Lucas would not be hurt. He wouldn’t be able to continue living if he knew that he had hurt his baby. Not only was Lucas his baby, but Logan’s baby. His precious gift from his mate. If only he had been a good freak and listened. He should have just gotten a wand and not done that to the chair. Tears started to run down his cheeks as his emotions started to overwhelm him. His shoulders shook with his silent sobs as he stared down at his feet, waiting for the first blow to be delivered. He gasped when he felt strong arms wrap around his tiny frame.

“Harry. Harry, listen to me.” Severus said lifting Harry’s tear stained face up so he could meet his eyes. “I will never hurt you. Not intentionally. All I knew was that I needed to get you out of that store. If someone had seen your ability, they would try to hurt you. And Lucas.” Severus wiped away the tears that had stopped running down Harry’s face. “I see you as my son, Harry. You were my best friend’s only son. Lily’s son.” Harry’s eyes were wide at the confession. Severus was his mother’s best friend? “Had I known you were alive all this time, I would have saved you from those labs.”

“Is that why you are kind to me? A favor to my mother?” Harry whispered, scared of the answer he was sure to receive. Severus shook his head and gave him a gentle smile. Or as gentle a smile as Severus Snape can make.

“No, I really do see you as my son.” Severus hugged Harry close to his chest. “You are such a kind person. I would be lucky if you could view me as your father.”

Harry looked up at Severus with dreamy eyes. He smiled a breathtaking smile.

“So…does this mean I get to call you papa?” Harry asked with hope shining in his eyes. Severus let out a chuckle and nodded.

“I could live with being called ‘Papa’, but only in private. When we are around students it must be Professor.” Harry nodded happily. “Now let’s get some dinner in our rooms before someone sees us and thinks I’m turning soft.”

Harry giggled and latched onto Severus’s arm. “Yes Papa!”

Severus just rolled his eyes at the actions of the youth he had not official adopted (yet). “Annoying brat” he mumbled with love, making Harry smile and laugh.

Xxxxxxx

Harry slowly got closer and closer to the grumpy potion master.

“Hey papa! How was your day?” Harry asked excitedly. He had been in the hospital wing while Severus taught his classes. Harry got separate lessons since, being pregnant, he could not attend class on the off chance, or not so off chance since he was the boy-who-lived, that he got hit with a spell that could hurt the baby. When hearing that ‘Lucas’ could be in danger, Harry had then locked himself magically in his closet and refused to come out. He had demanded to be taken away from Hogwarts. After three hours Severus was finally able to get the closet door to open. To say he was frustrated was an understatement, but one look at Harry’s teary eyed face, and his anger was forgotten. Harry had that charm about him and Severus would idly wonder how the boy had gotten him so wrapped around his little finger.

Harry had just got done with his medical magic lessons. They had gotten him a wand a few days after the event in Ollivander’s without any more trouble. One of the ghosts in the castle would teach his history of magic, Professor McGonagall would help with Charms and Transfiguration, and Severus would teach Harry defense. He could not learn potions since it was such a delicate art. Not to mention that the chances of explosions were considerably higher than any of Harry’s other classes. Some of the fumes given out by certain potions could also cause pregnant witches, and in this case, wizard, to have complications with the baby. So, it was best to wait until after Harry had the baby before even thinking of starting those lessons.

“The dunderheads that I call students blew up another caldron. Nothing new. How did he do in the lesson Poppy?” Severus asked, turning to Poppy as Harry hugged him around the middle happily. That was another thing that was a quirk of Harry’s. You would think with being in a laboratory and being abused that he would shun away from touch. Harry did the opposite. He would seek out the touch of others. He was constantly hugging, or kissing some one’s cheek when he was excited. Severus had yet to give him the ‘talk’ on personal space.

“He did wonderful Severus! A real natural.” She smiled down at Harry, who smiled back proudly at the compliment. Severus just nodded before turning to the door. Harry followed behind him happily. He continued to chat on about whatever they had done.

“Hey, hey! Papa! Is Draco coming over again? I wanna show him how good I can write now!” Harry chimed excitedly.

Draco and Harry had begun to grow closer while he stayed at Hogwarts. Being Severus’s godson, Draco had started to come over to the potion master’s quarters to secretly teach Harry how to read and write. Harry remembered a little bit, but being only able to complete a few years of school before being abandoned and kidnapped, Harry needed a refresher. He could spell easy words, but that was about all. This is where Draco came in. They would practice reading, and Draco would look over all of Harry’s work. It was a slow process, but Harry’s mind soaked up the knowledge like a sponge. Being Harry’s tutor gave the two teens a lot of time to hang out.

“Yes, he will be coming over tonight.” Severus said in his usual monotone voice. He loved his godson, but he could see Draco’s interest in Harry. It worried him greatly at what his hormonal godson could be thinking of.

At hearing Draco would be coming, Harry cheered. Besides Logan, Draco had been his very first friend.

They soon reached their quarters to see Draco leaning against the wall next to a portrait of a woman with inky black hair that would boast constantly of her beauty.

“Finally! This brat has been standing next to me for at least twenty minutes and he refuses to acknowledge my perfection.” The woman whined, glaring at Draco who returned the glare.

“Bloody hell Uncle Sev. Did you have to have such an annoying portrait guarding your door? Seriously.” Draco mumbled, kicking himself off the wall and walking over to the two wizards.

“You are just angry because you and Aurora are too much alike.” Severus said offhandedly, whispering the password to the stunned portrait. Harry giggled in amusement at Aurora and Draco’s shocked faces at Severus’s comment. Draco and Aurora were both putting on their impressions of gapping fish.

“Me like her/him?” They yelled at the same time. Harry laughed again and pulled on Draco’s arm so they could go inside the portrait hole.

“Don’t worry Draco. It doesn’t mean you’re bad.” Harry said happily, moving the two over to the couch, not noticing the deep blush on the blonde’s cheeks.

“Get to work Harry.” Severus said from his lab sternly. He always kept his lab room door open so he could hear in unless it was a more advanced potion that could harm Harry with its smell.

They both plopped themselves on the couch before pulling out a book, a quill and some paper. Harry demonstrated his near perfect writing, while Draco guided and complimented him.

They had gained a pretty stable friendship in the few weeks that Harry had spent at Hogwarts.

Xxxxxx

Draco stared at Harry’s perfect lips as he laughed. How much he wanted to press his own against them. He had never felt this way about anyone before. Sure, he’s been attracted to people, but never like this. It was almost love at first sight. Harry kept writing, talking at the same time about something or another.

“Harry.” He said quietly, so that his Uncle Severus wouldn’t suspect anything. Harry stopped talking and looked at Draco questioningly. His head tilted slightly in the most adorable way. To Draco, he looked absolutely ravishing.

“Yeah Dray?” Harry asked, moving closer to Draco, much to the blonde’s delight. He also loved Harry’s nickname for him. He could just imagine hearing Harry screaming and moaning it until his voice turned hoarse as he pounded him into the mattress. He was brought out of his thoughts when Harry placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “You okay Draco? Should I get papa?” He asked in concern.

Draco shook his head, clearing his throat to bring up his courage.

“Harry, what’s it like to have sex?”

The black haired teen looked at him in confusion.

“Sex…oh! What me and Logan did?” Harry giggled, a dreamy smile appearing on his face. “It felt really good. Like…like there was this intense heat inside you that made you all safe and warm…it’s really hard to describe. Just really good.” Harry said with a smile.

“Will you show me?” He asked nervously, licking his lips. When Harry looked at him in confusion, he continued. “How sex feels.” He said before locking his lips with Harry’s.

The teen sat there in shock, not really understanding what was going on. Draco pushed him back so he was lying on the couch, the blond laying on top of him. It felt like how Logan did it, but different. He opened his mouth to say something, but Draco took this moment to stick his tongue in, licking at the inside of Harry’s mouth. He let out a moan when Draco’s hand slid down his loose fitting pants.

Suddenly, Draco was roughly yanked away, almost painfully, from the teen under him. He was about to yell when he saw the glare of death that Severus had directed in his way. He grinned nervously, licking his lips unconsciously, which did not make the situation any better. Severus squeezed Draco’s arm, probably leaving bruises, as he guided him towards the door.

“I think it is time for you to go Mr. Malfoy.” Severus said in a monotone voice that still revealed his fury. Draco knew he was in big trouble when he heard his godfather call him ‘Mr. Malfoy’. He only called him that in class, or when he was really REALLY angry. He was practically thrown out of the portrait hole, landing on his butt. He scowled as the painting laughed openly at him, and whispered a spell to turn her hair green.

Her shrieks of horror could be heard throughout the castle.

Xxxxx

Harry sat on the couch, looking up at Severus nervously. He could tell by the fast pacing, grumbling and fist clenching that his papa was very angry. About what, he wasn’t really sure.

“What’s wrong papa?” Harry asked innocently in a quiet voice, so as to not upset the man further. Severus stopped, turned to face Harry, stared at him for a second or two, before continuing to pace around the living room. The youth just looked on in confusion at the strange actions. The older man suddenly stopped, flopping back uncharacteristically in the comfortable arm chair seated next to the couch. He rubbed his forehead in aggravation.

“Do you want me to go to Poppy for a potion on headaches?” Harry asked cautiously. He once again shook his head and Harry was getting a bit worried about the silence.

“Harry”

He squeaked at the sudden noise from his papa.

“Yes Papa?”

“Do you know what you were doing earlier with Draco?” He asked slowly, almost as if he didn’t want to know the answer.

“Draco said he wanted to know what sex felt like, and then he started kissing me…so we were having sex?” Harry asked more than stated, looking confused. Severus sighed.

“No Harry that was not sex. Not yet anyway. If I had walked in here at a later time then it might have been.” He continued at Harry’s look of absolute confusion. “That was what people call ‘snogging’ or ‘making out’. It is what couples do before they actually have sex.”

Harry sat there looking down at his feet, thinking.

“So me and Draco were about to have sex? But we weren’t yet?” At Severus’s nod, he continued talking. “Is it wrong to have sex?”

Severus groaned in frustration. He had never had a son, and never figured he would ever have one, so giving the sex talk was not on his list of priorities on how to give it. With the curious younger years in his house, he would just assign the head boy or head girl to the explaining. He wished he could do that now, but knew that Draco was the head boy. Merlin only knew what his godson would tell the naïve youth about sex. He could imagine it now, him telling Harry that everyone did it. He clenched his fist in anger at his godson’s arrogance at taking advantage of Harry.

He then took a deep breath and started with his speech.

Xxxxx

Dumbledore sat in his office, angrily tapping on his desk. How dare his teachers rebel against him? He was the great wizard Albus Dumbledore, defeater of Grindelwald, leader of the light. He could not, would not believe he was losing to a teenager. A pregnant teenager at that. When he had placed Harry at the Dursley’s household, he had figured they would rough him up a bit. He wanted him to be strong and tough, not a spoiled brat that didn’t want to get his hands dirty. That’s why he figured the muggles would be the best choice. He should have known the fat muggle Vernon would do something stupid like abandon Potter on the streets.

Well, what was done was done. He couldn’t change Harry’s childhood, he could only shape him into becoming his perfect weapon. Once the brat defeated Voldemort, he would be out of his hair. With him being pregnant made the wait even longer. How do you train a pregnant teenager? It was unheard of with one body guard or another standing around him.

That’s why he decided to switch his game. He would the gentle, sweet grandfather. He would have Harry eating every word out of his mouth by now if it wasn’t for his bloody potion professor. He had figured Severus would hate Harry as he was almost a spitting image of his father, but his green eyes must have swayed the man. He had to admit, when staring the boy in the eyes; one could imagine that they were looking at his mother, Lily. The amount of protectiveness was unexpected with the potions master. Once when he had seen Harry in the hall, he had invited him to his office for sweets, and the insolent brat told him that he was never supposed to be alone with the headmaster and had run away. The insolence! He would win in the end though. He would get Potter to defeat the dark lord, and then he would convince the Wizarding world that he was unstable mentally and magically. That would give him a one way trip to Azkaban for sure.

They would see. He would win. He always won. He was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, he didn’t know the meaning to losing and he would never know if he had anything to do with it.
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