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Jealous Proposal	By : CodyMThomas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 29642 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Chapter 9 warnings: AU, Minor2, dubcon, Snape being the magnificent bastard that he was always meant to be.

Chapter 9 Schemes and Formalities

To the Lady Nicolette Aurora, Head of the Most Honourable and Noble House of Prince, Humblest greetings to you.

I am writing to inform you of my Engagement and Betrothal of Bonding to one I think you will consider most worthy. I wish for the opportunity to formally have them meet you over a family dinner to ask for your blessing; at a date, time, and location of your choosing. Since I would also like certain other members of the family whom I am close with to be in attendance as well, I'd like to discuss a great many things with you pertaining to this matter, and humbly request an audience at your earliest convenience.

Sincerely yours, the Son of Eileen Prince, Severus Snape.

"To my dearest aunts, uncles, cousins and related kin of the Honourable House of Prince. I thought it only fitting to be the first to inform you that I have recently become engaged and betrothed in bonding to a charming and upstanding individual whom you will no doubt find as engaging and respectable of a person as I myself do. I have no doubts that they will make a wonderful addition to our family, and that they will make you proud to call them your kin. I know you were not informed that we have been courting for more than the past two years, and for that I apologize, but it was for the sake of maintaining certain proprieties, as well as my own needs of assessing a situation fully before committing myself to a course of action, which prompted my hesitance and silence on speaking about them before now.

Due to the current political and social climates of Britain and my role within them, as well as several other factors which will be revealed when you meet my Intended, I am not at liberty to reveal my Betrothed's name to you, or any specific details about them at this time, especially in a form which might be interceded by the wrong people. Therefore I am asking that The Family Head please arrange a dinner at their own convenience, somewhere away from such troubles, where we may all meet, get to know each other, and announce this happy news formally.

I will also have to request that the recipients of these letters please keep them solely to themselves as well as any knowledge about my fiancé that they may come to learn. This is not done out of spite towards anyone, but for my Betrothed's and my own safety, as well as the safety of all those whom I have chosen to contact and share this knowledge with. Once circumstances here in Britain resolve themselves, we will have a formal and public reception with the entire family invited.

My Betrothed and I would also like to extend an invitation to my aunts and female cousins, to help us make the plans and arrangements for our wedding and bonding ceremony, since I am afraid neither one of us are especially proficient in such things and I want to give My Intended everything they desire. Your help would be greatly appreciated.

If you would like to attend the dinner, or accept my invitation for assistance, please touch your wand tip to your name on the envelope and say: "On my honor and wand I shall accept and remain silent." And your name will be put down on my list. If you decide to decline, please touch your wand tip to your name and say: "On my honor and wand I must decline, but I shall remain silent." Your invitation will burn itself, and there shall not be any talk or hard feelings about the matter. I am the only one who shall know it was done, and I understand how some would not want the risk or responsibility involved.

I await your replies most eagerly, and eternally remain your most loyal kin.

Sincerely, Severus Snape, The Son of Eileen Prince, may her soul remain at peace.

With a scrolling flourish and a roll of the eyes at such purple prosed, excessively cheerful nonsense, Severus finished writing and aimed a charm at the parchment which was created and used exclusively by the Prince family to keep outsiders from snooping through the post, and was so well known amongst the family that it was second nature to use it anytime someone corresponded with their relations. He then proceeded to whisper the spell to make over sixty duplicates which would then fold, stuff, and seal themselves. A list of addresses lifted themselves off a roll of parchment and deposited themselves on the letters as they passed beneath them.

The letter was formal, vague, and juicy enough with mystery and gossip to tempt even the most reserved members of his family. Severus knew with such a mystery on their hands that every last one of his relatives that received a letter would badger the head of the family into arranging the dinner no matter how much she disliked Severus on a number of principles, the least of them being his job and lack of wealth.

Knowing how rigidly Hogwarts liked to rifle through post, even with the added security of being illegible to anyone who opened the letter without speaking the counter charm, Severus knew better than to trust the school service or the ministry where nearly everything was screened on a regular basis. Even though he had included very little true information in the letter, it was more than enough for some people to start putting the pieces together. He decided to hire a private courier service down in Hogsmeade to deliver them to their main branch in London before they were distributed to their respective addresses. It would cost more than normal post, but maintaining the privacy of the contents was far more of a concern than an added expense was.

He made it to an early brunch instead of to breakfast, but as it was Sunday he didn't much care. He had three detentions today, none of which were with Harry, and while he loved torturing misbegotten whelps with no respect for the art of brewing, a greater part of him wanted to skive off today and finish his errand so he could stop thinking about it. Spotting Filch grumbling through the hall while hauling a bucket and mop and muttering about stringing students up by their toenails, he made up his mind.

"Ah Argus, just who I was hoping to see."

"Morning, Professor Snape. What have the little monsters done now?"

"Blew up three cauldrons and melted the ceiling last week as I'm sure you recall. I was wondering if you would like the assistance of the ones responsible for four hours today. I'm afraid I double booked and have some appointments and errands I need to run down in the village, but I wasn't about to let them off the hook. Do you have anything you could saddle the whelps with that would be particularly unpleasant?"

A wicked smirk crossed Filch's face and he set down the mop and bucket. He was quite possibly the only staff member who hated children more than Severus did.

"Sure I do. Just for today?"

"Unless you want them for all three days. It's up to you."

"I'll take them the whole time, could always use the help. Someone set off a bunch of those blasted Weasley fireworks in the fifth floor bathroom and they busted a sewer line. Cleaning up that disaster without wands should keep them properly miserable for the next few hours."

"That would be perfect, thank you. Anything I can bring back from the village for you?"

Filch fished around in his pocket and drew out a few galleons and sickles. "A bottle of Ogden's if it's not too much trouble. This place keeps me so busy I never have time unless I'm a chaperone."

"It's no trouble at all. Thank you Argus."

"My pleasure Professor Snape."

The custodian looked nearly gleeful as he hauled up the bucket and mop again and lumbered off with an off key whistle. Annoyance avoided, Severus began thinking of a way to have Moody come down to the village a bit later to meet with him.

The courier was rather puzzled on why the package was to be delivered to the president of their main branch, but he knew better than to question. The reason was simple enough, the president of the courier service was a distant relative, not one that was going to warrant a letter, but one that could be quite useful when needed. Severus trusting a man who probably knew the counter charm to the letters was a test of the man's character. Should any information leak through to the rest of the family or the press, he would immediately know who did it, for his would be the only name not bound by the spell, and was a distant enough relative that there would be no reprisals if he then took action against the man.

Harry was holed up in one of the several unused and forgotten classrooms, surrounded by huge stacks of parchment that he was studiously pouring through and sorting into piles of 'yes', 'no', 'pending', and 'errors'. Ron was busy doing transfiguration off on one side of the room, changing small flat stones they had gathered from the lake shore into coins, and Hermione was sealing Ancient Runes on the transfigured coins before charming them heavily. They had all been at it since six in the morning, and while Harry's massive stack of paperwork didn't seem to get any smaller to him, Ron had managed a large pile of the coins, and Hermione had finished charming most of them before eleven o'clock. Once that was done they were more than willing to come over and start helping with the paperwork.

"Is it too late to decide this whole thing is a bad idea?" Harry groaned and banged his head onto the desk as more parchments arrived with Hedwig and the lunchtime mail, who placed the whole stack right in the 'in' box, making it seem as if he hadn't made any progress at all.

"Yes it is, now suck up and deal with it." Hermione chided, grabbing the 'pending' pile and handing it to Ron, while she took the stack of 'errors' and started checking them over with her wand.

"It's not a bad idea mate, in fact it's our best one so far. And you know we're with you all the way." Ron said with a look that almost made Harry believe him.

Hermione put her hands on her hips."Anything worth doing is worth doing right Harry, and we have learned from past mistakes so that we can improve everything this time. You knew from the start that this wouldn't be easy, it's a little late to start grousing about the workload don't you think?" she said with her patented 'Hermione tone'.

"Soon as this whole business is up and running, I swear the first thing I'm doing is hiring a proper secretary so I don't have to bother with all this bloody paperwork." Harry groused, grabbing the next packet in his 'In' box and starting to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.

Hermione smirked. "Oh you'll still have to do it, you just won't have to make sure everything is in order before it gets to your desk, or file it after you are done."

"Cutting it down is still cutting it down. So how are we doing so far?"

Ron set the stack aside and grabbed the chart sitting on another desk. "So far about 70% of Base Level are about to advance, and 50% of the Fielders are now eligible for testing into a higher level, mostly Footman and a few for Ranger. One Baser is probably qualified to test all the way to Marksman to be honest, but he's not of age yet."

"Already? That was fast."

"Most of the first class of the D.A. have just been waiting to turn 17 to qualify for testing. He joined back in his 4th year, and he's really good and extremely dedicated now that he's in 6th, so it's not that surprising." Ron said.

"Ah, you must mean Sheradon Westerly. I've seen him in practice, great talent, but dedicated doesn't really describe it, more like possessed when he seriously starts firing. What's his psych eval?" Harry asked as he leaned back in the chair in thought.

"Not Ideal." Hermione sighed, as she pulled Sheradon's file from a filing box near Harry and started reading. "He's talented, but his pregnant Muggleborn mother and 4 year old baby sister were killed by Death Eaters just a few months after he joined while he was here at school, and not long after that is when his skill levels started making a marked improvement. I wonder how much is natural talent and how much is a vendetta. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve justice, he's not the first and won't be the last person with a similar story or motivation, but when it comes down to it, will he be able to stop himself from killing when he's got a disabled Death Eater on their knees, or will he commit murder?"

Harry thought long and hard for a minute. "I know I've worked with him a few times and he doesn't seem to have a problem following orders, but who does he respond to best?"

"Who's taken down a mass murderer that killed their parents, and has done so no less than 5 times so far, and still lived to tell the tale?" Ron asked bluntly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Great. Alright. Let's test his resolve, give him a way to vent that anger before it gets him killed, and a shocking wake up call about what war and killing is really like. I'm going to need a full combat simulation as gory and realistic as possible. Does he have any other family members?"

Hermione flipped through the file. "Father, Gilius 42, and an elder brother named Benedict, a 7th year Ravenclaw."

"What's Benedict's status?"

"Supporter, non-combatant, possible medic interest once we get the division running."

"Perfect. I need to see him as soon as possible, and find somewhere outside of Hogwarts for this scenario because interruptions are the last thing I'll need."

"Give us a few weeks to set things up, I doubt they are staying for the Christmas break, so it will have to be after that."

"That's fine Hermione, consult with Princeton for anything you might need, he's always willing to help with these kind of things and he'd be a great alibi and a way to keep things safe when the time comes. He might even agree to play the role of spy if you ask nice enough."

"Got it. I'll try to see Benedict Westerly before dinner and send him your way."

"Thanks. Oh and Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Have the main adversary be a pretty young woman under the death eater mask, 15 weeks pregnant."

Hermione winced but nodded. You could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to protest, but at the same time recognized the need to shock the boy enough to leave a lasting impression that could prevent him from making a really regrettable decision when the situation was real.

"I know it's cruel Hermione, but there's also the chance he might keep his head, and if he does it will just help reinforce exactly why he should practice restraint unless given no other choice. Until they have been face to face with them, death eaters are nothing more than shadowy forms and bone white masks capable of making people feel afraid. They are boggarts and boogie men, and the monsters hiding in the closet and under the bed. They almost aren't real, and they definitely aren't people. Making him realize they are as soon as we can is best don't you think?"

Ron crossed his arms "It could be really good mate, but with what he's been through already, it might just push him over the edge yeah? And then what? It's risky business."

"Too risky?" Harry questioned "You're my strategist Ron, tell me the truth."

"I just did. This is a 50/50 the way I see it. You either shake him into thinking or you push him over the edge and lose a talented ally. If he goes over you're gonna have to obliviate him or he just might lose it completely and become a killing machine."

Hermione looked thoughtful. "He and his brother are probably close, especially after the attack, and Benedict knows Sheradon better than we do, I say we consult him on this. But just as my opinion, I think the risk could be worth it. Sheradon has been through a lot already and it didn't break him, he's fighting back, we just have to show him a healthier way of doing it."

Harry nodded. "Alright. I'll see what Benedict Westerly has to say on the whole thing and then adjust if needed. Now how about some lunch? Mountains of endless paperwork make me hungry."

Hermione smirked. "Oh Dobby! Harry's hungry now!"

The excited little elf popped in with a giant smile and a tray near three times his size in his arms, and another one balanced on his head. Both were loaded to overflowing with food that Hermione immediately helped him set down on a desk. "Dobby has food for Harry Potter Sir! Dobby has enough for Harry Potter's Hermy and Weezy too! Dobby has fried eggs, kippers, corned beef hash, whole roasted tomatoes, and plenty of toast and rolls and cheeses, lovely smoked sausages and crispy bacon, greens salad, and potato salad, a ham, a chicken, braised lamb chops, boiled turnips, potatoes, parsnips and beets, mushy peas, sauteed mushrooms, and pot roast with potatoes and vegetables, then Dobby has mince pies, sticky toffee pudding, trifle, custard, and hot apple rhubarb crumble for afters! Dobby be right back with the tea!"

Harry stared dumbfounded at the amount of food as the house elf popped out and then right back in with three slightly smaller trays. One loaded with plates, silverware, glasses, napkins, three tea pots, cups, saucers and all manner of tea accessories, and the other held some butterbeers, steaming hot cider, hot chocolate, carafes of water, milk, orange juice, pumpkin juice, and vegetable juice, and the final one had roast beef, cucumber, watercress, and egg salad sandwiches, six types of scones, sausage rolls, biscuits, fruit salad, and so many little dishes of mustards, flavored whipped butters, honey, clotted cream, marmalade, preserves, relishes and chutneys that he couldn't readily identify them all at first glance.

Even though he'd obviously gone way overboard, they all thanked Dobby, and Hermione gave him two Sickles as well since she knew by now it was pointless to try and get him to accept more without complaint.

"Her-Hermione! That's enough to feed all of us for almost a week!"

She turned to Harry with a wicked smile. "It's the end of October break Harry, we have a week before classes resume, so we aren't leaving except for bathroom breaks, errands, and sleep until we're completely finished, and honestly with the way you two eat, I'd be surprised if it lasts us three. Now dig in, we are wasting time. After entrance packets we have evaluations, a whole slew of interviews, and need to arrange meetings with the senior trainers. We also need to owl order new supplies and equipment, and have to revise our financial plan and budget because of the influx we've been getting. Then of course there's the Baser training session and the Fielder trials, and if we can set up a round of advancement testing that's all the better. Then-"

"Alright alright I get the point! I won't be getting any rest on this holiday, got it! Now lemme at that food!"

Ron was already piling a plate high and had a sausage roll stuffed in his mouth by the time the other two turned around.

The fastest way Severus could contact Moody was by Patronus since he didn't know where the man might be at the moment. His Patronus had changed two years ago, probably after he had found Harry at the Dursley's, when his emotions had been so turbulent and nearly out of control.

He had almost taken Muggle Baiting and Death Eater Revels to a whole new level that night. He had honestly wanted to not only blast the incompetent 'guards' but also to kill Lily's sister with his own two hands, choke the life out of her until her dead, horrified gaze filled his mind as a treasured memory for the rest of his days. He had wanted to rip the fat bastard apart, flaying the flesh from his bones piece by piece while he hung over a boiling cauldron, watching as Severus literally cooked him alive, then toss his skinless, still breathing carcass in the woods, douse him with blood, and see how long he could outrun the wolves. Their disgusting offspring was probably no better, but Severus refused to ever hurt a child, no matter how deserving.

He had honestly wanted to do all of that simply because a few weeks earlier a fourteen year old child he would have sworn up, down, and sideways loathed the very air he breathed, had clung to him and cried himself to sleep in his arms, trusting him implicitly to keep him safe. And then Severus had immediately repaid that trust by turning around and helping send Harry straight to that house the moment school was out.

Only one thing stayed his hand that night. When he had woken Harry, the boy had again turned to him, reinforcing that the fragile trust he'd been entrusted with had not been broken. If it had, there was little doubt in Severus' mind that he would have slaughtered the lot of them without remorse before he had whisked Harry away.

He made sure to signal Sirius Black as he appeared in the living room in Grimmauld Place after handing the boy over to Molly, peaking the man's curiosity. When Black followed him down the corridor Severus placed a silencing finger against his lips before slipping into the office to give the headmaster his report. Black was Potters kin, and he knew no one else would tell the man what those blasted muggles had done.

It was that night he realized that Dumbledore was setting the boy up to fail, to be a martyr for a cause. It was all there in the fake expressions of concern and his assurances that Potter would be fine, he could tell the old man didn't mean a word of it and had every intention of continuing on exactly as he had done.

Severus' original promise to Lily, and the trust that Potter had given him, set Severus on a new course that night. He may be a black hearted bastard, but he was an honorable one damnit, A Prince, and he could never face his friend in the afterlife and tell her he had kept that promise, or any of his relations on the otherside and be accepted if he let the boy be manipulated and killed by those who were supposed to protect him. "Honor above Life, Life above Honesty, Traitorous Blood Beneath the Earth." Stated the Prince family creed, and Severus was nothing if not a traditionalist. So that night, he became a free agent, and he and Sirius Black for the first time ever, agreed on something.

The convict had been livid at what he'd been listening in on, and stormed into the room when Dumbledore showed very little sign of doing anything about Harry's living situation, making Severus want to go back and finish the job so the headmaster would be left with no other alternative. Finally understanding the true legal weight he pulled, Sirius Black had not only threatened to immediately leave the country with Harry since he was his legal guardian, but also to change Dumbledore's Secret Keeper status and kick the whole Order out of his ancestral home.

Severus knew Harry was completely in the dark over the veritable war that had then been waged over him that night while he'd slept completely undisturbed upstairs, Sirius trying to shake a placating yet unmovable headmaster. Severus finally called Dumbledore's bluff and shocked everyone by growling at Dumbledore that if he ever tried sending Potter back to that house he would reveal the Dursley's location to Voldemort personally and then give the old man an explicitly detailed report of the Revel which would undoubtedly follow.

The Headmaster had blanched at that and seemed to remember that Severus never made threats lightly And had no qualms about turning against those no longer deserving of his loyalty. Dumbledore had bowed and given in, even going so far as to apologize to Severus, apparently thinking that he was sympathizing with the boy, seeing his own childhood reflected in Potter's situation. It wasn't remotely true, but he let Dumbledore believe what he wished since it served his purposes.

As he was leaving that night, Sirius Black had approached him and thanked him for protecting Harry and actually apologized for not trusting the man before. Severus had wanted to sneer at the man's offered olive branch, but knew that in the new game he'd be playing he could definitely use an ally, and though the years of animosity weren't dispersed, he still shook the man's hand.

"I will probably never like you Black, but in this you have my honourable word, I will do whatever I can to keep him safe."

"And I believe you. Goodnight Severus."

"Goodnight Black."

"Expecto Patronum!" Severus' huge patronus burst forth from his wandtip, lighting up the darkened woods with a huge nine foot wingspan as it flew in a whirling circle then upwards into the treetops before diving back and landing on Severus' outstretched arm. "Deliver the following message to Alastor Moody, but make sure he is alone first. 'I have an urgent matter to discuss with you, please meet me immediately in Hogsmeade.' Go."

The Stellers Eagle spread out and took off. Severus knew it would be a few minutes at least before Moody received his message and a few more after that to floo to the Three Broomsticks or apparate on the edge of Hogsmeade. He busied himself in the meanwhile in Dogweed and Deathcap, stocking up on a few potions supplies which could be quite useful in the coming months if he was lucky, before heading over to the off-license to purchase the Old Ogden's for Filch and some bluebell brandy wine for himself. He was just debating on whether to go into Tomes & Scrolls, or Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment, when the unmistakable limping form of Mad-Eye Moody came down the main avenue, magical eye spinning and swiveling at all times.

Severus made determined eye contact with the man before walking off steadily towards the Shrieking Shack and pointedly went around the back and inside. It was five minutes before Alastor made his appearance with wand drawn.

"Alastor, that eye of yours can see through walls, if I had wanted to ambush you I'd have done it in the dark and with a whole contingent of wizards if I actually wanted to stand a chance against beating you. Now please, sit down."

"What's the location of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"I'm not the Secret Keeper, so I can't reveal it, and even if I could, the real Mad-Eye would not ask me that."

Severus' wand was drawn and had the man pinned and bound in a matter of seconds, he didn't even fight back like Moody would have. "Who are you, and what have you done with Mad-Eye? Lying would be inadvisable because I will not hesitate to torture you and rip the information straight from your head."

"It's me Boy, I was just testing you. My real question is how many rooms do I have in my London flat and how many separate the library from the kitchen?"

"Twenty-seven that I've seen or know about, Six separate the rooms, or at least they did the last time I was there five months ago, you might have rearranged it since. What are the drinks I can offer you if you conjure the cup and I drink the first draught?"

"Bessie Bunting's Bluebell Brandywine, Melinda Meadowlark's Honey Meade, or Filius Feverfew's Firewhiskey. They are the only ones who have a magical component which changes the liquid's color to acid green if any other sort of substance is added, no matter how tasteless or invisible it is."

Severus released the man's throat and lowered his wand, but left Mad-Eye trussed up for the moment. He pulled out the freshly purchased bottle and set it on a small dirty table in plain view before releasing the ropes and allowing the man to retrieve his wand from the table.

Moody immediately conjured a plain glass and Severus poured the first serving, drained it dry before refilling it and Alastor did the same.

"You're lucky I didn't shoot first and wait for the illusion to die, I'm not too popular in the inner circle right now for being in such good graces with the Dark Lord, my competitors for his affections are adding up fast."

"Does Dumbledore know?"

"Most likely but I haven't come right out and told him, besides the information I have right now concerns you, not him. I need to know, do you own a black mirrored scrying bowl etched with silver runes around the edge?"

"How do you know about that? I just got the blasted thing last week, never seen a relic imbued with so much dark magic before."

"It belongs to the Dark Lord and he will stop at nothing to get it back. Just owning it makes you a prime target Moody, he knows you have it. I don't know what it does, but he's charged me with getting it back for him. I shouldn't have to tell you what would happen to me should I fail to do so."

"Son you haven't seen the thing, it's strong, too strong. I can't hand something that powerful straight over to that murdering psychopath."

"You misunderstand me, he told me to retrieve it, he did not specify its condition. I have no intention of returning it to him whole, and we shall have a very convenient scapegoat, or should I say scaperat to shoulder the blame."

"Now you're talking my language Snape! What exactly did you have in mind?"

Severus smirked and started telling the man his plans.

The boys begged for a break by four, and since they hadn't slacked off all day Hermione let them go until after dinnertime. It was near seven when Hermione came back to their 'office' with Benedict Westerly in tow. Harry immediately went into 'Leader Mode' and shook the boy's hand then invited him for a chat in the modified storage area of the classroom, but the way the boy acted it may as well have been the office of the Minister of Magic himself.

"Benedict Westerly, thank you very much for coming down on such short notice, come right in my office and have some tea and biscuits. I need to talk to you about how best to help your brother since you know him far better than I, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to help us with a bit of a scenario-"

That was the last the other two heard before the door clicked shut behind Harry, and they were left trying not to laugh at how fast Harry slipped into his expected role without even realizing it.

Hermione and Ron kept themselves busy while the others talked behind silencing wards. It was almost two hours later when they re-emerged, Benedict looking a little shaken, but also flushing with pride, a silver coin necklace shining around his neck.

"Wonderful, thank you, you have no idea how much that's going to help us. I'll keep you updated as to our plans, and if you have any kind of concerns or questions about anything, feel free to come to us anytime.

Hermione will you get him an entrance packet to fill out? He has to finish all of the training basics of course, but if he decides to go for it, so far he's pretty much first in the running for the head of the Medical Department once we get all the legal stuff taken care of. I know we have all those others lined up for interviews, but Benedict has a ton of amazing ideas, he can definitely help us get it up and running, with some of these ideas we can probably even have something small scale started by the end of this year. He's already been accepted as a mediwizadry student at St. Mungo's starting next year, but he's been doing self study for the past 5 years, which can give us an edge.

Ron, you're best at planning, here's some notes for ideas he had, look them over and tell me what we can manage to get started on by the end of term with the current budget. Benedict, help yourself to some food, we have quite the spread, and just make yourself comfortable while we get you that packet."

Hermione was looking at Harry wide eyed, it wasn't like him to decide on such an important future for a recruit without consulting either of them first. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. Within half an hour the entrance packet was filled out and their newest recruit was walking out the door with a goofy grin on his face. As soon as the door shut behind him Ron and Hermione rounded on their friend.

"What the hell was that about mate? Since when do you accept, or even interview possible department heads without our vote or input? And what other candidate interviews? The whole thing is barely in the planning stages!" Ron accused.

"And since when do you decide to put people so far up the ladder who haven't even been through the application process let alone the training course? What were you thinking?" Hermione cried indignantly.

"Guys relax, it's a ruse. Just a bit of ego stroking to give him a goal to shoot for. He's motivated best by having people listen to him and something solid to work towards. I've told him this is a long process, and it doesn't surprise him since it took him three years to get into St. Mungo's. We'll have plenty of time to flush everything out. He's so used to bureaucratic red tape and paperwork that it wouldn't surprise him if it takes at least another year to see anything really start rolling. The opening will be a fair shot to whoever applies, but it wouldn't surprise me in the least that if he sets his sights on it, he'll get it. And if all I have to do to keep that brain of his on my side is to give him a ward to run, I'll build him a whole bloody hospital myself. I wasn't kidding about his ideas."

Harry saw the others weren't quite convinced which made him roll his eyes and smile.

"Come on, do you really think I'd try to make that big of a decision on my own without any input from anyone else, when I have a hard time getting through a stack of bloody entrance packets on my own? You guys are my best friends and my advisers, and as stated in the charter rules, any department head candidates have to be first voted on by the main council and then the adviser's council, I wouldn't go stirring up that mess for anything. Now, it's nearly curfew, we'll meet back here around 8 o'clock tomorrow morning alright? I'm sure Dobby will provide breakfast if we wanted something besides the remnants of this feast."

They cleaned up their space for the night, until no one would be able to tell at first glance that the disused classroom was a fully functioning temporary headquarters. They were heading out with their backpacks when they were greeted by a 7th year Slytherin with shoulder length black hair and dark eyes getting ready to knock on the door. "Princeton!" They said all at once.

"You lot are cutting it way too close. Hurry! Filch is on his way down from the staircase." Ron and Hermione took off down the corridor towards the secret passage, while Harry, suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps a bit too close for comfort, pulled the Slytherin back into the classroom, dragged him over to the storage room and ducked into a corner before throwing the invisibility cloak around them as quick as he could. It was only a minute later when the door clicked open and Harry could hear Filch set Mrs. Norris down in the darkened room without turning on the light.

"Someone was in here recently, it's too warm. Find them if they are still here." Harry could feel Princeton move towards the door, away from the protection of the cloak, but he couldn't speak up without discovery. It was only seconds later that Mrs. Norris nosed the door open and from the light coming from the other room he could see her stop dead in her tracks. The Slytherin was laying on the floor, crouched at her eye level, not moving forward, but refusing to surrender the area she wanted to come into. They were in a staring contest, and within seconds Mrs. Norris had turned away and given up the fight without ever alerting Filch to their whereabouts. "No Luck? Well come on, we'll find some disobedient brats hiding around here somewhere." The door clicked shut and then there was the unmistakable sound of Filch locking the door with a key.

The boys waited in silence for several minutes before Harry risked having the torches in the storage area light themselves. Harry had been so focused on Filch he hadn't even noticed Princeton turn around and focus that intense gaze on him. The second they made eye contact the Slytherin pounced, pinning Harry against the wall with his body. "Sebastian I-AH!" His mouth was ruthlessly invaded, his hands forced above his head and bound there with magic. The boy's tongue lapped and sucked and thoroughly dominated Harry until he was a quivering needy wreck pinned to the wall.

"You skipped our date tonight to do paperwork?" Princeton hissed in indignant fury.

"I ohhhh not my idea... Hermione..."

"That insolent little twit has no business messing around with my plans. I barely get to spend any proper time with you as it is since you insist on getting so many bloody detentions."

"S-Snape-"

"Hates your guts, I know, but sometimes I think you go out of your way to provoke him into giving you more. If I didn't know better I'd say you were hard up for the teacher, or maybe he's hard up for you. Think he wants to bend you over the desk and whip that disobedient arse of yours before fucking it raw? I think I'd like to watch that. You'd let me, wouldn't you Harry? You would love to be on display for me like that, because you know it would get me hard."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Yessssssssssss."

"Beg me Harry, beg me to fuck you senseless and leave you tied to the wall until morning so that all your little friends can find out your precious little whorish secret."

"Seb..."

"But that still wouldn't be good enough would it? You really want it to be the Great Hall where you're set out on display like that, isn't Harry? So that every single teacher, student, and house elf sees their Golden Gryffindor hero debauched, and broken, and begging for a Slytherin's cock up his arse. And I'd put it there Harry, I'd fuck you senseless in front of all of them and give you just what you wanted."

"Please, Yes, please! I- I beg you, please."

Princeton quickly shoved Harry to his knees, lifted his robes and shoved his cock down Harry's eager throat, where he proceeded to face fuck the boy until he was right on the edge, then pulled out and came, The Slytherin's spunk dripping out between Harry's lips and running down his chin. Sebastian released the magic binding Harry's wrists.

"Not tonight. Maybe someday when you can stop pissing me off you'll be able to earn it. Now get yourself cleaned up and in bed before I decide to bend you over the desk to spank you myself."

Even though he hadn't come, Harry knew Princeton was done with him, leaving him hard up because he'd broken their date, and even though he waned to argue, Harry also knew it was pointless to even try. Harry was just vanishing the cum off his face when Princeton snapped a collar around Harry's throat. The green eyed heros' eyes flew wide open. He wouldn't. The Slytherin smirked.

"Don't bother trying to take it off, it won't work, I sealed it with blood magic. Wonder what your precious lover will say when they see you at breakfast tomorrow with my mark around your neck. And you will be at breakfast tomorrow. I don't give a shit about the person who thinks they've claimed you, you're mine, and if they really want you that bad they can try and buy your delectable arse off of me. Sweet dreams Harry."

Harry was left kneeling on the cold stone floor with a cooling hard on and a foreign collar around his throat. FUCK. "You evil sadistic BASTARD!" He growled with clenched fists after the door shut. He tried to tug the collar off, but it wouldn't budge. "Alohomora, Alohomora, ALOHOMORA!" At least he didn't have class- ' tinga ting' The Gryffindor's eyes flew wide. Wait... He didn't. No, He wouldn't.

Harry summoned a mirror and stared in shock. The collar was white leather with a lavender stripe and silver studs. On the D ring was a heart shaped tag and a little silver bell... He felt his face drain of blood long before he noticed it in the mirror. The tag read "Harry Pouffer. This horny sex bunny needs multiple daily protein injections. Please return to his kindly obliging owner." He didn't need to see his cheeks to know they were flaming red in embarassment and humiliation. Only belatedly did he realize that his bonding ring was pulsing strongly on his hand and he blanched. Oh no. He'd kill him.

Severus waited patiently for the last of the Order members to either clear out or go to bed so he could talk to Black alone. He fingered the ring on it's chain as it vibrated and thrummed in warning. Severus hadn't been expecting that, especially not for the reason the ring was alerting him about. Severus wanted to hex everyone else out so he could get this over with and get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

"Hey Severus, you want some tea or something?" Black asked while casually straddling the bench of the kitchen table.

"No, thank you. I was just thinking that I should probably take the dog out before I leave, since it seems the rest of the house has already gone to bed. Would you fetch him for me?"

"Dog?"

"The great, shaggy, licking monstrosity. I doubt anyone's taken him on a walk tonight with all the excitement today. Better to take him out now than to have him wake the house in the middle of the night to be let out."

Black had almost looked offended until he finally caught on, a mischievous smile lighting his face. "Oh right, Padfoot. Yeah I'm sure he'd love a walk, thanks." Sirius Black had immediately shifted into his animagus form, and Severus had clipped a leash onto the collar and license that the man actually kept on a hook by the door. He pulled his wand and made an illusion that Padfoot was actually a sleek looking Doberman, far less likely to arouse suspicion in case any death eaters who knew what Padfoot looked like were nearby. They turned the corner and Severus cast his anonymous glamour, short brown hair, blue eyes, and completely forgettable features. They entered a nearby park and Severus dropped his voice to a low murmur that no one could hear unless they were right beside them. Sirius with his canine hearing would have no trouble hearing him however.

"I know it's short, but I promised to keep you updated, and I feel it's best to do that away from any eavesdropping devices of either the twins or the headmaster. So far we are proceeding on time. He wants you to try and recruit the twins, Bill, and Charlie, while he tries with Molly and Arthur. I know he listens to you, so try telling the brat that Moody is a hopeless case, the man will rat us out to the Headmaster the first chance he gets. With any luck, we can make our move at the end of the school year without any problems, before if we are lucky enough. Make sure to have all the affairs in order before then. Lupin can take the necessary paperwork to the Ministry and Gringotts for you, as long as you make sure to name him your legal proxy. If you have any other ideas or requirements, write them down for me and I will pick them up after the next Order meeting. We need 5 more trustworthy people willing to share their skills before we can advance. I'll be in touch."

With that Sirius promptly marked a nearby tree and Severus returned him to Grimmauld Place. Padfoot changed back as soon as the collar was off his throat, and with a glance and nod, Severus turned and walked into the parlor and immediately took the floo back to Hogsmeade.

Outside he looked, cool, collected, and detached, but his mind was in turmoil and it was all he could do not to run the rest of the way to the castle as the ring continued to thrum against his chest. He disillusioned himself long before he made it to the front doors, and ducked into the side entrance that lead to one of the secret passageways. He moved with determined focus up to the tower and into the Gryffindor common room without so much as a portrait noticing his presence. He slipped into the 7th year dorm. All the curtains around the beds were closed, but he could tell by feel alone which bed Harry was in.

The boy was in great distress. He cast heavy silencing and attention diverting wards on the curtain before slipping between the folds of crimson velvet. Harry was laying there with his eyes clenched, silent tears on his cheeks and gripping his wrist against his chest. The ring was pulsing with dull red light and Severus, forcing himself to remain calm, reached out and touched the band, instantly halting his lover's torment as he acknowledged the magic reacting to a breach of terms. Harry's eyes flew open and he sat straight up and clenched tight to Severus' robes, not even bothering to hide his sobs. Severus couldn't blame him, Harry would have been in agony since the pulse had started a few hours ago. He sat on the bed and drew the boy into his arms. 'Tinga ting.' Severus sneered at the little white collar and with a flick of his wand, the clasp opened and it fell into Harry's lap. The boy pitched it onto the floor as hard as he could.

"Harry, what happened?"

"Please tell me you were in the castle a few hours ago, please! I swear I thought it was our game. He looked, acted, and sounded right. But he took me by surprise, and I was so distracted that I didn't question, and then the collar- oh gods please just tell me it was you!"

Severus' eyes narrowed. Forcing his anger and fury down until he could use it properly on those truly deserving, Severus tilted Harry's face up and kissed him.

"Of course I was in the castle a few hours ago, right before attending an Order meeting with the Headmaster, so I couldn't come back unnoticed. Relax, my Harry, I obviously made the ward on the ring a bit too delicate. I'm sorry, I doubt we will be able to use that form anymore since obviously the magic didn't recognize me."

"But I really like Princeton! You make me shiver head to toe with that one every time. Not to mention we need him. Can't you adjust the wards?"

Severus handed Harry a Draught of Peace.

"I will try. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back. Rest now, think no more about it, you are loyal to me alone, no matter what the ring said to you."

"Will you stay? Just until I fall asleep, I- please."

Severus nodded and reclined on top of the blankets, drawing Harry against his side. His lover's fears laid to rest it didn't take long before the young man relaxed as Severus slowly stroked his fingers through Harry's hair. Within minutes Harry was asleep and Severus finally allowed the control on his anger to slip. He hadn't outright lied, he had been in the castle a few hours ago, a few in this case being seven. Someone had tricked Harry, and what's worse they were close enough to the situation to know about his false student persona and copy it well enough to temporarily fool Harry. He didn't need legilimancy to slip into Harry's mind, the bonding ring was enough of a connection as it had recorded the incident and was more than willing to tattle on Harry's infidelity the moment Severus touched it.

Severus viewed it with a critical eye, and was disgusted. If Harry hadn't been so consummately distracted, which was obviously the assailant's full intent, he would have noticed how things weren't quite adding up properly. Harry actually did try to confirm it was him, when he said 'Snape' but the assailant wouldn't have known the cue, and wove it into a fantasy that would appeal to a submissive person. As it was he didn't start to suspect until it was far too late. But Severus also noticed something else; their plan had been well thought out, but his doppelganger was merely acting, clueless on how to really be a dominant person. He was inexperienced, clumsy, even nervously shaking, and Severus had no shadow of a doubt that the one who had assaulted his lover was not only male, but most likely a student, probably even a younger one. And if that was the case... "Revelamini notoria in corde, Harry Potter." He murmured, and Harry's magical core was revealed.

The foreign magic was Traced, and it was aggressively trying to blend with Harry's but wasn't being welcomed. Not only was their bond fighting it off, but surprisingly Harry's own magic was fighting it off too. Harry welcomed Severus's own magic, in fact sought it out, but it was rejecting this foreign signature with everything it could. If Severus had any doubts about Harry's truthfulness, this alone would have dispelled them. What was taking place was no less than magical rape, and Severus would not stand for it. He stunned Harry to make sure he remained asleep and out of pain, then used his wand to slowly purge every last trace of the foreign magic from Harry's core, and stored a record of the signature. If Harry's magic had embraced it and blended there was nothing that Severus would have been able to do to reverse the process without causing Harry great harm, and Harry would have been branded an adulterer and a rapist.

There weren't words enough to describe the fury he felt at the slight Harry had suffered, and a slight to Harry was a slight to himself. Severus allowed his magic to embrace Harry, soothing his panicked magical aura and healing the damage the foreign magic had inflicted.

"Imperio. Legilimens." His lover sat up in bed, asleep, but completely under Severus' thrall. "Bring the last 6 hours to the front of your thoughts." Severus bypassed the paperwork and the meeting, and stopped when the boys ducked into the storage room. "Stop. From the moment he turns to you, cut the thread and give it to me." Harry dutifully raised his wand to his temple, withdrew the strand and Severus collected it. "Oblivisci. You were not found by Filch, we kissed but I was in a hurry and we made plans to meet for lunch tomorrow. You returned to your common room and went to bed. Memento. He pulled out of Harry's mind and took the boy's hand.

"What happened after Mrs. Norris and Filch left the room?"

"I kissed my fiancé, but he was too busy for more, so we decided to have lunch together tomorrow, then I snuck back to the dorms and went to bed, I have to be up early tomorrow for more stupid paperwork."

"Very good. Now tell me the name of your fiancé." Harry was silent for several moments. Even though asleep, stunned, and Imperioed, the boy still fought to keep the information safe. "You will tell me their name!"

"Princeton. Sebastian Tobias Elius Princeton the Third." Harry murmured obediently after another moment of hesitation.

"That's not a wizard's name. Is he a halfblood or a filthy muggleborn?"

"He's not magical, he's a muggle, but his older brother is a wizard so I don't have to worry about the secrecy clause, and I sneak him up to the castle through the secret passages in Hogsmeade. We bought an extra set of robes and he pretends he's a seventh year Slytherin."

"Perfect."

Severus released the Imperius curse and eased the unconscious Harry back down into bed. "Rest well my Harry. I will set things right."

A simple 'point me' spell in the direction of who had given Harry the collar, and Severus' was led frighteningly close by. The door to the sixth year Gryffindor dormitories opened soundlessly and he was directed to one of the beds off to the far left. The curtains drew back and Severus felt sick. Colin Creevy.

"Legilimens."

The boy's mind was filled with Harry, crossing beyond admiration and into full blown obsession. He had seen Severus as Princeton in that same room a few weeks ago kissing Harry before pushing him to his knees and had taken a quick photo. The disguise tonight had been a glamour constructed from it, desperately wanting to be the one Harry turned such affections on, determined to take the man's place.

Severus sneered, equal parts anger, disgust, and revulsion churning through him. He wanted to throttle the vile little worm. But that would have been merciful, and Severus was many things, but merciful was not one of them. Severus Snape had turned revenge into an art form.

"Imperio. Sit up Colin Creevy, and open your eyes. He's proud of you Colin, so very proud of how clever you are. He knew it was you from the way you kissed him and made him yours tonight. He wants to know how long you've wanted him. He wants you to show him how deep your affections have run for him all this time. Fetch every single picture and item of Harry's you have taken. Gather your collection of him and place it on the bed so he can see your love for him."

The boy scrambled to obey, pulling a small suitcase out from under his bed. It held three photo albums filled with pictures, a handful of broken quills, three chocolate frog cards, a few notes that had been passed from Harry to Hermione and Ron, the first draft of a transfiguration essay from 5th year, a broken hair brush, the hairs meticulously collected and stored in a phial, fingernail clippings, a pair of socks, a Gryffindor scarf, and a knut.

"And your memories of him Colin, don't you want Harry to see all your precious memories of him so that he can see for himself how deep your devotion to him runs? Here, they'll be safe in this flask."

There was no hesitation before the memories flowed out and down into the flask, nearly filling it

.

"And now, won't you prove your love to him one more time? He needs your help, he needs your magic if he's going to defeat The Dark Lord. Won't you give him your power so that he can win? Revelamini notoria in corde, Colin Creevy."

The magical core was revealed, and the blending had already begun. With a spell so dark he could have been thrown in Azkaban just for knowing it, he slashed his wand straight through the tainted magical core and severed the incriminating evidence. It cut the boy's magical abilities by a third, when he had never been a very powerful wizard to begin with. The boy would be left with less magical ability than Longbottom. Severus stored the tainted fragment in with the memories.

"One final thing Colin Creevy and Harry Potter will be yours forever. You will follow these orders, you will not remember them. This plan is for your ears alone. Even under Veritiserum you will have forgotten that these words were ever even spoken to you. They are what he wants from you Colin, he's trusting you with something so vitally important. You won't let him down will you?"

"Yes. I'll follow Harry's orders."

Severus sneered with a smile so wicked, anyone seeing him right then would have been convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was Lord Voldemort's most devoted servant and anyone who thought otherwise must be certifiably insane.

"Very good Colin, now here's what you must do..."

Severus sat sipping a freshly poured cup of his favorite rooibos tea, blended with lemongrass and lavender, when Harry showed up for lunch. Harry kissed him and then straddled his lap with a knowing, questioning look on his face.

"You modified my memory."

"And why do you say that?"

"Because the last time I checked, Princeton didn't have your sinfully dulcet tones when telling me we'd meet for lunch. So what happened?"

"Agreement 76. Eat your sandwich."

Harry felt himself go pale and got off Severus' lap.

Agreement 76... 'If we are betrayed, the memory of the betrayer can be removed, modified or destroyed so the leadership can remain focused on those worthy of trust.

Any event or memory which will cause permanent or damaging psychological or mental harm, or will compromise our secrets, is allowed to be removed, modified or destroyed at anytime without any further permission needed.

If retaliation is warranted I agree that they are to be dealt with accordingly, and I will not ask any questions beyond the explanations given to me, in order to avoid self incrimination.'

"Fuck. Already? How bad was the breach?"

"Enough to warrant it. The problem has been dealt with most effectively and as per our agreement you will not ask me anymore about it."

"So asking you who betrayed us would be pointless too?"

"Yes. Though I'm sure you will figure it out eventually, I am not going to compromise the memory modification while it's still so fresh. And when you do discover who, I want you to know that all the steps I've taken were absolutely justified."

"I believe you. I trust you, remember? No questions asked. It just shakes me that we've already had a turncoat and we aren't even official yet."

"You bloody idealistic Gryffindor fools crumble the moment someone stabs you in the back and it somehow remains a surprise no matter how often it happens. You never look for the angle or suspect anyone of ulterior motives until having been proven wrong. We instigated this agreement so that you would not need to constantly question the loyalty of those around you, and could just stay in your rose tinted world of eternal friendships, unwavering trust, and unerring loyalty. As well as to possibly make it through this war without needing several decades worth of therapy afterward. Whereas I can make sure that what needs to be done gets done by whatever means necessary, no matter how ruthless, without you worrying, moping, or getting that infuriating look."

Harry sighed and shook his head, returning to Severus' lap with a resigned sigh as he rested his forehead in the man's neck and wrapped his arms around his lover's shoulders. "I never learn do I? Sorry. I won't poke, as promised. And for what it's worth, thank you for doing whatever it is you did, to whoever you did it to, for whatever reason it was needed, and taking care of me again."

Severus tilted Harry's chin up and kissed him. "I have a vested interest in your future Mr. Potter, and I protect my investments. Now eat your sandwich before you become a living skeleton. I like my lover with some meat on his bones."

Harry rolled his eyes and just to be petulant stole the other half of Severus' roast beef sandwich and took a large bite out of it, then immediately regretted it as he tried to ignore the burn of the spicy mustard he hated as Severus smirked at him and held a glass of milk just out of his reach.

TBC

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient! I know this took what seems like forever and a day to get out, but well I got a bit of writers block on this chapter, especially since this wasn't originally supposed to be a full chapter of its own, just a part of what is now the next chapter, but the darn thing got away from me and once more grew beyond my plans for it. While Princeton was always going to show up, the whole Colin thing was a bolt out of the blue, but it gave me an opportunity to let Snape be an awesome bastard and I couldn't resist. I was originally going to end it at panicking after the collar, but decided that I loved you all too much to do that to you. Well that and it wouldn't have meshed well with the timing of the next chapter. I swear to gods this thing has a mind of its own, I'm just the hostage of the plot bunnies.

So, Luna will definitely be appearing in the next chapter (I've already written her), Moody is a peeping Tom, and Dumbledore gets a surprise. The chapter is already about... halfway done, and Colin's orders will also be made apparent at some point down the road in another chapter. I figured you all would probably like to have an extra long chapter since it's been four months since I updated. Seriously guys, sorry about the wait. I hope I have made it worth it!
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