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All Forms of Caution	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17700 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“I have had the honour to be friends with a Veela during the Bonding process, and after, when he and his Bonded had settled down together. It has been humbling to be named Godmother to their first child, and I hope that this text book enables humans to gain an understanding of that most mystical of connections – Veela Bonding.”
Hermione Granger, in the introduction to her Human Perspectives on Veela Bonds.

Severus, in his house, wandered aimlessly. Wherever he went he felt unsettled. He threw himself onto the couch but got up within moments. He prowled around downstairs, then stopped, before beginning again, a hiss at the back of his throat. Not that he'd looked, but his eyes were more white than black, the flecks having increased as his hurt had done.
Even knowing how difficult it was going to be with Harry, he'd never once contemplated the other man rejecting him. All the Veela texts he'd read had said that even those who had never known they were Veela accepted it quickly and were usually fully Bonded by the end of their first day with their Bond-Mate. Harry had to be difficult.
And it had all been going so well. Harry had accepted his wings and been willing to spend time alone with Severus; had even instigated physical contact between them, but it had all come crashing down with Harry's words. Snape knew that Harry did need him, but he also knew that he, Severus, didn't have the patience to be around the younger man whilst he fought himself. It was a fight Harry had to lose, but being there and watching the unnecessary pain he caused himself and others was more than Snape could bear.
Justifying it all, and explaining it away didn't ease the hurt he felt. He'd always thought humans melodramatic when they claimed their hearts ached, but now he understood. His did. He felt it squeezing painfully at the thought of Harry not being with him and had to bite his lips hard to force back the tears that swam in his eyes at every moment. His mother had wanted him to be severe and stern, not weak. He would therefore refuse to allow the tears to fall, even if doing so left him with a headache and an aching throat.
Seven days passed and each was just as miserable as the last. He'd heard people say things got easier with time, but this pain wasn't getting any less, it felt just as raw as it had when Harry had screamed at him with such hatred in his voice.
A soft knock at the door made his head snap around. Even without opening it, he knew Harry stood on the other side. His heart pounded desperately as he approached the barrier. He tugged the wood out of the frame and looked at the younger man.
Seeing him, eyes almost white with hurt, Harry felt ashamed of his cruelty. Dropping to his knees he rested his forehead on the ground at Snape's feet and let his tears fall unrestrainedly.
Severus stared down at the other man, noticing, just before Harry had dipped his head in apology, that the emerald eyes had been almost white. Harry had been hurting too, he realised, and had acknowledged it, and was here seeking forgiveness. Unbeknownst to Severus, dark green flecks replaced some of the white in his eyes as he gazed softly and tenderly down at his Bond-Mate. He cawed at Harry before kneeling at the other man's side, running his hands over the tense back and wings, chirruping quietly as he nuzzled the dark hair. White faded entirely, leaving black and green irises.
Looking up, Harry's eyes stared at his Bond-Mate. Gold flecks made the emerald colour sparkle and he wrapped his arms about Severus, nuzzling his neck, chirruping softly, burrowing his nose into the chest. Neither spoke in English, as the Veela was enough to bring them back together.
Snape nudged Harry and got him inside the house, closing the door with a hand that immediately came back to touch the younger man, fingers slipping under the top to rub along the sensitive wings. Shuddering at what he had nearly lost, Harry finally whispered, “I'm sorry, God, I'm so sorry.”
Severus nuzzled him, cawing soothingly.
Straightening, Harry gazed into the face before capturing the lips for a tender kiss that made them both ache with longing. It went on and on, tongues tangling together as they reconnected, the hurt of the previous week falling away as each Veela felt the closeness of being with the one person in all the world who was right for him.
Tugging his lips free, Harry said, “Mine,” and began kissing again.
Severus thrilled at hearing the possessiveness in Harry's voice, knowing that he was being claimed, even without the formal phrasing. Sometimes, formality wasn't needed. He managed to free himself and accepted the claim with a gasped, “Yours,” before slicking his tongue back inside Harry's mouth.
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After, Harry snuggled next to Severus and idly circled one hard nipple with a finger. His lips pressed against the neck and he flicked his tongue out on occasions to sample again the other's delicious taste. “Tell me about Veela children,” he asked, one leg swinging up and over his Bonded.
Severus ran a hand over Harry's fully formed wings, marvelling at the beauty of them. “Human children take nine months to develop in the womb, Veela take six. Our children, because we are both Veela, will be full Veela. That means we won't be able to send them to Hogwarts, they'll need to go to a school that can help them develop as Veela and learn what they need to as well. But there are plenty of places that they can go.” He slid his free hand over Harry's stomach, longing to fill Harry with a child. “I want lots of children,” Severus admitted as he stroked Harry's skin. “A full nest of Veela.”
“You know you're going to have to explain that,” Harry remarked, wondering how quickly they could start having children. His new body was quite desperate to be filled by his Bonded and given a child.
“Veela refer to nests to describe how many children they have. A small nest is up to two; a main nest is up to six; and a full nest...” Severus paused and ran a hand along one sensitive wing, “is twelve.”
“Twelve?! How do I have twelve children?!”
Severus gave a caw, then a trill. “You don't. We do. Remember I am your Bonded. We can both carry children. And I certainly want you to honour me with your children.”
Harry straddled Severus and began kissing him passionately. “Get on with it,” he growled, bird song spilling free.

Back row left to right: Harmony Potter, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Rectitude (Rex) Snape
Middle row left to right: Peace Potter, Honour Snape, Joy Potter, Courage Snape, Justice Potter
Front row left to right: Patience Snape, Freedom Potter, Hope Snape, Truth Potter, Charity Snape
Caption underneath a photograph of the Potter/Snape family.
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