The Third Time is a Charm | By : ladyedgecombe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 45346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP Universe. I admire. Rowling for entertaining us with her world of make believe. I don’t make any money from writing this story, I just like to have fun and borrow her characters for a while but I promise to put them back |
The Third Time is a Charm
Summary:
A child was born to return the pureblood ways of long ago, what would you do to save him? His inheritance stolen and his friends are traitors who can he turn to? Strangers appear-friend or foe Warn-language, child abuse, M/M SS/HP AD/RW/HG bashing
Explicit sex scenes, Severus will be OOC and a host of other characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own or have interest in any of the Harry Potter universe. I admire J. K. Rowling for entertaining us with her world of make believe. I do not make any money from writing this story, I just like to have fun and borrow her characters for a while.
Chapter 9: Back at the Dursley's
Severus woke up first the next morning and realized he was holding Harry, and both of them were without a stitch of clothes on. Then he remembered the flow of magic that had swirled around them in the middle of the night and moaned. He had thought Harry was too young and hadn't wanted to bond with him. Now Harry was no longer a virgin and it was Severus' fault. A feeling of remorse was settling in his chest, he could not believe he had done that. Harry was not ready for that, he didn't want to scare him away by pushing him into a bond he may not want. It was unconscionable to tie a fifteen year old to a man of thirty-five. He was the older one and should have backed off as soon as Harry started to respond. He didn't know what came over him, how he could even think to do that to Harry. But that was the problem, he didn't think.
Harry shifted in his sleep and slowly woke up sensing some of Severus' distress. He rubbed his hand over the older man's heart and said to him, "Stop it right now, Severus, you are thinking to hard for this early in the morning. It wasn't your fault; it was what the magic wanted, even I could feel that." Severus just looked down at Harry in surprise and tried to form an answer that would not reveal the shock he felt.
"Harry?" Severus queried. "What are you doing awake?" Severus shifted so he could see his lovers face and watched as the emerald orbs opened and looked at him, still bleary from sleep.
"You were stressing about what happened last night and I know that it was not your fault. The magic took over and was everywhere. It was the strongest I have ever felt magic before so it must have been meant to happen. Quit worrying about it." His words slurred slightly and his voice was husky with sleep but he obviously knew what he was saying.
Severus stirred and got up out of bed then spoke to Harry. "Go back to sleep for awhile love. I am going to shower and see about getting some breakfast. You can sleep a little longer." Without waiting for an answer as he saw Harry curl up around a pillow again, the older man made his way to freshen up and get dressed. Harry was right, the magic last night was very strong and what happened did seem to be destined, but he had never heard of it happening that way.
Feeling awake and refreshed, Severus reentered the bedroom to find Harry fast asleep in the middle of the bed, curled up in a fetal position softly snoring. Severus accio-ed his wand, to see what time it was, without thinking about it. When he saw it was already six-thirty in the morning, he nudged Harry to see if he would wake. Harry was always hard to rouse from a deep sleep no matter how long he had been sleeping; sometimes Severus thought he would sleep for days if he could. Of course this could be from lack of sleep on most nights at the castle with nightmares then at his relatives' house with chores, beatings and more nightmares. He so did not want to send Harry to those awful muggles again.
"Come on sweetheart, you need to get up. It's almost six-thirty and if we don't have you back to Privet Drive soon, someone will notice you are missing and all hell will break loose." At that Harry rolled over and threw his legs off the bed to get up. He stumbled to his trunk to get some clean clothes and hobbled into the bathroom. Severus for a moment wondered why Harry was walking so strangely then he remembered their activities of last night and went to his outer robes to get a mild pain killer. He knocked on the door and asked Harry if he needed any help, but Harry had just started the water and didn't answer. Severus opened the door marginally and poked his head into the room to tell him to take a hot bath instead of a shower and hand his young lover the pain potion. Harry, still half asleep, nodded, took the potion. After he had drunk the pain potion, he noticed some bath lotion on the ledge and poured some into the bath before slowly stepping in. It felt wonderful.
Harry exited the bathroom almost an hour later to find Severus seated at the same small table as last night with breakfast in front of him. He sat down in front of his now lover and looked at Severus. "Harry, are you alright?" Severus asked. For some reason Harry looked tired and a little lethargic even with the glow of magic surrounding him. But Harry shook his head no and replied.
"I am fine; my leg was hurting this morning, my thigh actually and I was wondering why."
"Is it hurting now? Do you hurt anywhere else? I was worried about how the activities of last night effected you." The concern in Severus' voice and the expression on his face brought a smile to Harry's lips; at least someone was worried about him.
"No, nothing is hurting now, the bath and pain potion worked wonders, and I am just a little tired. I am fine really Severus." Harry tried to assure him.
Severus gave Harry a searching stare, as if looking for something to be wrong, but didn't see anything so he let the subject drop. He started eating the delicious breakfast of eggs and sausage in front of him and watched as Harry did the same. Severus drank his coffee and Harry had his pumpkin juice as they enjoyed their last breakfast together for a while. At least he could make sure Harry had one more good meal before he had to go back to those atrocious relatives of his.
When breakfast was completed, they both stood up so Severus could reapply the glamour charms from yesterday and get their things packed, ready to leave. When nothing was left to do, Severus look at Harry one more time and asked "Are you sure you are feeling well and nothing is hurting you?" Harry walked over to his soulmate and gave him a firm hug around his waist, leaning into him as he stood there.
"Yes, Severus, I am sure I am fine, but it's nice to have someone who cares."
"I will always care for you." Severus said before he touched Harry's lips with his own in a soft, gentle kiss. "It is time for us to leave and get you back to that place." Severus said. He sounded resigned to the fate of his soul mate, but he knew he would be getting Harry out of there as soon as possible. "I think it would be prudent to apperate to an alley the Order uses from time to time when checking on you then let you go the rest of the way on your own. We can't really be seen together."
"I know Sev, are you sure they cannot detect the magic around there?" Harry didn't want anyone coming to surprise them because magic was in his neighborhood.
"They can detect it, but they ignore it because the Order uses it periodically. We obviously don't let them know when we are using it so they expect magic to be used occasionally. As long as it is not underage magic they will let it slide."
"Then let's go, might as well get this over with." Harry heaved a big sigh and followed Severus out of the room.
They went to an alley close to the Leaky Cauldron and Apperated to another alley about three blocks from Privet Drive. Severus checked the area for anything unusual and faced Harry one last time before he had to leave. "Please, Harry, send me a message if you need anything or if I can do something. I will come get you as soon as I can. Hedwig should be here anytime now. You did leave her in the owlery so she could fly here later, right?"
"Yes, she knows to come and sit in the tree, my uncle likes to lock her up and not let me feed her. She is safer outside. I know you will come if I need you. I will be alright. Hey, I've lived this long with them and a few more weeks will not kill me." Harry said trying to lighten the mood. He didn't really want to go, Severus didn't want to leave him, but they both knew that Dumbledore had too much power for them to defy him right now and there were still death eaters out there and good old Voldie himself to deal with.
With one last quick kiss, they parted and Severus cancelled the glamour they had been using for the last 24 hours and Harry turned the corner and headed for Number Four Privet Drive. As he approached the house, he noticed his Uncle's car was not in the drive and the house had a vacant look to it. Harry let himself in, not noticing the door had been locked and walked into the sitting area. Nobody seemed to be home, so he walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.
Boy,
If you are reading this, then one of your freak friends let you in the locked house. We went to go see Aunt Marge and will return later. Here is your list of chores and they better be done before we get back tonight.
"That explained why they weren't here but not why the front door was unlocked." Harry thought. "Perhaps they forgot on their way out." Harry then picked up the list, most of it outside chores and was grateful to Severus for breakfast that morning. At least he was not doing all this work on an empty stomach and he also had some muggle money to get something to eat if he needed it. He knew not to touch the food in the house before they got back.
Harry went upstairs to his room put his things away, mostly under the loose floorboard, and change into old clothes and went back downstairs to get to work. For a moment he thanked the gods that all his trunks were miniaturized. It made hiding them a whole lot easier. "It was just another wonderful summer in Surrey." He thought facetiously as he walked out the back door to the tool shed to get the lawn mower.
Harry was still cutting the hedge when the Dursley's car pulled back into the driveway. Uncle Vernon got out of the car and told Harry to hurry up and start dinner. He was to have been finished by now. Dudley got out of the car and 'accidently bumped' into him, nearly knocking him to the ground, and headed for the door without saying a word. Aunt Petunia just told him to get the groceries out of the car, "now!"
So Harry's summer went by, with chores, not a lot of food and a few beatings every other day. Nothing he hadn't lived through before. But every day that passed, Harry missed Severus more and more. He wondered when his lover would be able to come and get him out of here. He thought he would have heard from him by now and Harry was starting to worry that Sev may not want him anymore. The nightmares were back and he could tell Voldemort was starting to cause trouble again. His scar was itching and burning.
Meanwhile, Professor Dumbledore spent the first part of his summer at Grimmauld Place, going through the Black Library to see what books he may want to keep before Harry found out he had inherited them and would not let anyone access to them. There were a few he thought he could placate Hermione with because he still did not give them their end of the year bonus as they had let Harry go off to the Department of Mysteries without stopping him. Yes, they had gone with him, but that was not what they were given instructions to do. They almost foiled his plans and he was still angry with them but he needed them to keep Harry in line. Yes this was very nice, he was in the library picking several old out of print and rare tomes when that awful house elf, Kreacher, came and asked what he was doing.
"You know your master gave me permission to be here before he died and now the half blood, Harry Potter, inherited this house and all its possessions." The elf nodded. "I am Harry Potter's magical guardian and I am here picking out books for Harry to read this summer and to study. You may bring me some tea to make yourself useful." Dumbledore looked at the little elf with all the confidence in the world but Kreacher was not fooled. He knew when someone was lying, but he could not say anything as his new master had not changed any of his orders left from the old master. He didn't like the new half blood master and did not want to go tell him anything either. So he bowed his head and said "Yes, will tea and biscuits be agreeable with the Professor Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore nodded his head and the elf went to make tea and bring it to him. He just took his time about it and didn't hurry, so about an hour later he arrived in the library with the blood traitor's tea. "Next time Kreacher, you will be faster or I will punish you." The elf bowed and left with a quick pop, the old man was not his master and Kreacher didn't have to take orders from him.
After staying for a week going through the contents of the house, Dumbledore returned to his private quarters at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He resized the books he brought with him and it was many. Now all he had to do was find a place to put them. He transfigured an old chest of drawers into new bookshelves and put them against a near empty wall after removing the pictures and proceeded to levitate the books onto the shelves. Over seventy books made their way to their new home and Dumbledore was very happy with this weeks work. Some of these books were worth a small fortune on their own and together he could sell the books for a tidy sum, after he copied them of course.
Later when the old man had completed his task with the books, he turned to the direction of his office to place a few of the books there. They would be handy to give to Hermione when he next had to appease her. The children could be such a stubborn and spoiled lot. They should be happy they are getting any money at all. Just being friends with the Boy-Who-Lived would give them recognition in the wizarding world. Enough recognition to get into good paying jobs or universities if they so desire. Instead they were complaining about the amount of their pay.
Dumbledore walked over to the table with his monitoring orbs to check on the boy. He always looked at them from time to time to make sure the wards had not been breached and the child was still in fairly good health. One of the orbs was different though and it took a minute to realize just which one it was. The old man stared at the orb for several minutes not believing what he was seeing. He blinked and then blinked again trying to get his brain out of the shock it had just received. The white orb was blue but how could that be. His face blanched white and the expression completely fell into a gray disbelieving look. Harry was to have been home directly after school. He couldn't have been with anyone who would do that. There was a spell. One to prevent that from happening, how could anyone have broken it. Moody, he was supposed to watch Harry and make sure he was greeted by his Uncle and went straight home. He ran straight to the fireplace and threw some floo powder in it as he shouted Moody. He had to wait a few minutes for the old codger to reply, but soon saw his face in the fire.
Dumbledore asked without preamble, "Did you see Potter at the train station and was he met by his Uncle?" The old coot was livid and very short tempered with the retired Auror but Dumbledore didn't care, he wanted answers now!
"I did" replied Moody in his customary gravely voice, "but he was met by an old neighbor that came for him in place of his Uncle. He said his Uncle was on a business trip and would not be back till the evening, and today they were going to his Uncle's sister's house to visit. I checked the Uncle's house and the boy was correct, his Uncle was not home" The old Auror not missing any details looked at the ashen expression of the old headmaster and asked, "Is there something wrong Albus?"
"No Alistair, I was just checking you may go now." Dumbledore was trying to cover for his out of character behavior.
Moody just gave him a quizzical look and nodded, then left the fire call.
Dumbledore sat down heavily into his chair and tried to think how his plans had gone so wrong. Trouble was he couldn't talk to anyone about this because he didn't want anyone to know what he had done or what he had planned for the boy. He was going to have to punish Harry, but not just yet. Let things settle for a bit this summer and he would go see Harry for his birthday to get him from the house and bring him here to find out what happened. No point in getting the muggles involved and what was done could not be undone now. So Albus plotted and planned over the next few weeks. He would send an owl to Harry's relatives about a week before his birthday to let them know that his godfather had died. That should get a reaction from them.
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