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New Beginnings	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: Man, you guys…you didn’t need to throw so hard! Geez…as usual, thank you to all those who reviewed. This last chapter seemed to bring a lot more of you out of the woodwork to get your two-cents in. I’m glad to see my story is causing a lot of complicated emotions…I am happy to make you crazy with yearning for the next chapter.
I oblige you fine friends. Here’s another chapter written as fast as I could while taking care of my three kids lol! And it’s so juicy…HERE COMES PLOT *bounces around happily making bunny ears*
Warnings: *Why spoil things muwhahaha*
Chapter Nine
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If his body hadn’t been immobilized, Harry would definitely be shaking – though with rage or fear, he wasn’t quite sure. However, he was pressed impossibly into the sofa, bare of any clothes, and inebriated beyond measure.
“I have waited a long time to have you on your knees before me, Potter,” Malfoy remarked snidely. “I had hoped to make you kiss my boots, but this will do as well.” Malfoy’s fingers ate into his hips, no doubt causing him to bruise. He could feel the slicing of nails into his flesh.
Harry held back the need to groan. He would die before giving Malfoy any reason to believe he was afraid or in pain. He was numb to pain – pain had been a constant companion in his younger years. The abuse at the hand of Vernon could never be matched, be it emotional or physical.
However, Harry wasn’t about to let himself be raped. Before he could even muster enough power and rage to use wandless magic, he was hearing the deep grunt and crack of Malfoy’s body – the presence of the blonde prat gone from behind him.
“I should kill you,” came the deeply resonating voice of his bonded. Harry’s relief crippled him as Severus lifted the spell holding him hostage. “Harry,” the man called as Harry slumped forward and attempted with great effort to lift himself. “What did he do to you?” the man growled as he easily lifted Harry’s naked body from the couch, wrapping him up closely to himself.
“Severus,” another voice called though Harry was having a hard time focusing in his inebriated state. “Oh my…what happened?” The voice became shrill as the form of McGonagall came into view. “Oh heavens. Take him to the infirmary,” she ordered sternly. “I shall deal with Mister Malfoy. I need a full report upon my return.”
Severus shifted Harry against him before taking long, quick strides from the room. Harry’s body was shivering whether with cold or relief, he would never know. He did know that he came bloody close to being raped and the sheer magnitude of that fact was causing tears to fall unbidden from his eyes.
“Harry,” the other wizard whispered soothingly. “Draco will no longer harm you. Sleep. I will be by your side when you wake.” Harry whimpered with a nod, cuddling his head closer to Severus’ body before his eyes fell closed.
*
The deep fog of sleep was slowly clearing when he heard the whispering of voices near his bedside.
“He was not raped,” Madam Pomfrey announced softly. “However, he had alcohol poisoning, so he will require several days in the infirmary to recover. There was bruising and minor lacerations, but no signs of penetration.”
“I will take care of him in our quarters,” Severus proposed firmly.
Madam Pomfrey made a noise of rejection, but McGonagall quickly cut in, “I think that wise considering the circumstances of which he came here. No doubt there will be an officially inquiry by the Ministry about what occurred. Mister Malfoy has had his rights to visit Hogwarts temporarily revoked, but I will be personally filing a complaint with his code of conduct to see that they are revoked permanently.
“We were lucky that you arrived when you did, Severus. How did you know?”
Severus grunted with disdain. “I felt it through the bond. It was quite clear when he went from sorrow to giddiness to sheer terror that something had gone awry. I performed a simple location spell and discovered him…with Draco.”
“Draco Malfoy is still unconscious,” Minerva chided, “and I am sure you did not restrain yourself when you cursed him.”
“I have little control over the increased magic. It was a miscalculation,” his mate’s voice sounded anything but remorseful. Harry almost laughed but found his body in a bind.
“Shh,” Pomfrey hissed, “he is waking.” The bind was lifted, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
The three others were immediately at his side. Madam Pomfrey forced potions down his throat while McGonagall watched with deep concern.
However, it was Severus who was the first to speak. “How do you feel?”
“Like I took a bludger to the head but otherwise perky,” Harry replied unable to keep the pain from his face. The potions worked quickly though, and soon he was able to breathe again without an incredible throbbing.
“Mister Malfoy is to stand trial for his misconduct,” McGonagall stated. “A representative from the Ministry will be visiting in a few days to receive your account of what took place. If you need more time –“
“That’s fine,” Harry waved her away with a smile. “The sooner, the better. I really wouldn’t bother if I hadn’t been sure he really intended to…but anyway I am confused about what he told me just before…you know.”
Severus’ face was devoid of emotion, but Harry could feel the man’s rage through the bond. Severus was barely holding his emotions together. He was murderous, and the rage was nearly burning Harry from how overwhelming it was.
“What did he say?” McGonagall asked softly.
“Something about my genetics and that I had an ability to conceive an heir be it man or woman.” Everyone in the room stiffened visibly. He regarded all of them with a curious look. “Do you know what he meant?”
McGonagall pressed her hand to her mouth, eyes betraying her discomfort. “Is that what he told you? Anything else?”
“Only that I was powerful, but that’s hardly news.” Harry looked towards his mate who had grown contemplative.
“He couldn’t possibly…I mean, there has not been a large enough concentration of the original bloodline since four hundred years ago. Both parents would have to carry the genes…” McGonagall trailed off.
“It would explain Draco’s fascination and determination to have Harry as his bonded. Whether his information true, there is only one way to determine it,” Severus added sounding rather resigned.
“You guys are talking a bit too cryptically for my liking,” Harry said with a pointed gaze. “What was he talking about?”
“The original bloodline,” Severus said shortly. “All wizards and witches are branches of an original bloodline. Powers and abilities vary from bloodline to bloodline, but the original witches and wizards were able to conceive without the obstacles normal muggles and wizard-folk face. Over the many millennia, those bloodlines have been thinned to the point of non-existence.
“The last case of a wizard or witch having a strong concentration of the original bloodline was four hundred years ago. Same sex pregnancy is where two wizards or witches have a stronger than normal concentration of the original bloodline, not enough to manifest powers of any other kind, but enough to result in rare same-sex conception. However, if one of them has a strong enough concentration of the original bloodline to conceive despite their partner, it would be considered quite the commodity, do you not think?
“What Draco is suggesting is that you have a high enough concentration of this bloodline, but the only wizards capable of detecting it are few and far between. If it is somehow true that you carry a higher content of the original bloodline, it would explain many things that we, until now, supposed was purely luck or coincidence.” Severus watched Harry intensely as though he might discover the truth himself, but then turned towards the headmistress that was thinking quietly to herself. “We will need to contact Reginald.”
“I think you might be right,” she responded absently.
Harry frowned. “So what if I have a higher concentration of this original bloodline? You all look as if I have some sort of terminal illness.”
“Conception is not the only reason that the original bloodline is commodity, Harry,” Severus responded evenly despite the heavy air of the room. “The originals had gifts that you may have yet come into. Their power was immeasurable and unstable. Their emotions ruled their bursts of energy. You might think that the other day, in your office, as one such outburst.”
Harry’s eyes widened as he looked towards Severus. “How unstable?”
“Enough to be considered dangerous to those around you,” Severus said in a severe tone. “The concentration of the original bloodline helps us discern if you are in need of exceptional magic binding spells; however, if you are not only afflicted with the original bloodline but also an aeternum bond…”
“There could be little we are able to do to stabilize your magical core,” McGonagall finished.
“But nothing has happened like that,” Harry argued breathlessly. “I mean, not really anyway.”
“Most wizards with this particular concentration of the bloodline either never come into their full powers or come into them slowly over time starting from the first year of their magical awakening. Regardless, there is very little we could know without knowing the true extent of the bloodline’s concentration. Try not to worry yourself, Harry.” McGonagall offered him a reassuring smile.
Harry was suddenly dry mouthed and speechless. If he was really affected by this bloodline, what would it mean? Would he have to go into hiding, shy away from others, and ultimately, leave Severus? Harry felt sick and without warning, his stomach heaved, and he was immediately retching the potions he had just managed to swallow.
“Harry!” Severus said as he rubbed soothing circles in his back.
Madam Pomfrey easily spelled the mess away before wiping some perspiration from Harry’s brow. “Feeling better?”
Harry tried to nod slightly but was immediately heaving once more. He coughed out nothing but stomach acid, groaning when it burned his throat all the way up. Severus turned to McGonagall before she was nodding and leaving the room.
“Forget it for now,” Severus said soothingly. “For now we will focus on your recovery.”
*
Harry spent nearly five days with Severus fussing over him like some kind of nagging mother. It made him both smile in happiness and groan in frustration. However, after five days, he had gained a lot of his energy back and was moving around a lot easier than the first day at the infirmary.
He had managed to help Severus with the ‘driveling, babbling nonsense student essays’ and so he was mildly entertained especially when Severus got to ranting about the pure incompetence of his students. He attempted to argue in their favor, sure, but mostly, he enjoyed the man’s ability to rant endlessly about ‘impertinent brats’ and ‘insufferable know-it-alls.’ Maturity was perspective, Harry realized.
Smiling to himself, Harry finished the rest of his grading and relaxed back into the sofa to await his mate. However, the fire went green, and he was forced to groan when the voice rang out in monotone: “Fire call for Mister Harry Potter.”
“Is this a good time to receive your accounting of the night of September 4^th?” The decapitated face of an unrecognizable man asked from within the flames.
“Sure,” he said with resignation. The man stepped through looking every bit of the middle-aged, balding office drone he was sure to be.
“Timbert Vernomouth,” the strangely short man said while shaking Harry’s outstretched hand. “You can call me Tim though, Mister Potter. A great honor to meet you, although I wished it was different circumstances. Now, let us begin. Can you tell me what happened on the night of September 4^th?”
Harry recounted to the best of his ability to the small balding Tim to which he only received some sort of grunt or head nod to continue until he was finished.
“If you could just sign here,” Tim asked while pointing to a small area at the bottom. “Read through to make sure there are not any discrepancies.” Harry read through it and signed it quickly. “Very good. I will contact you in two weeks’ time to give you the official hearing date. I hope you have a pleasant evening.”
When the man disappeared, Harry slumped back into the sofa with an audible sigh. Recounting that night brought up unpleasant memories. He had done well over the last two days quelling those emotions he felt the night he was nearly forced by Malfoy. Now with those resurfacing, there was a visible shaking in his hands.
Harry had suffered worse. Certainly this was nothing to lose himself over. He grasped his hands tightly in his lap, doing his best to suppress the steadily increasing trembling. It was nothing. Harry bit his lower lip when the stinging of tears began to break the tightly built barrier he had erected when anything upsetting happened.
Suddenly the stone around him rumbled, trembling in the wake of his heightened emotions. Harry could hear the shrill cracking of glass and the splintering of wood. Closing his eyes tightly, Harry whispered quickly to himself. He was okay. Nothing was wrong. No one could hurt him. He was in control.
“Harry?” came the very voice that his entire being responded to. Severus was beside him, firmly holding him. “Calm yourself. Breathe deeply and focus on my touch.”
Harry breathed deeply as instructed, focusing solely on the way he felt in Severus’ arms. The intense sounds from around him eased until everything finally fell quiet. Harry opened his eyes, capturing the gaze of his bonded and feeling an intense urge to cripple into tears.
“Something…”
Before he could finish, his stomach heaved, and he was barely able to turn away before he was vomiting bodily onto the floor. Severus rubbed Harry’s back in soothing circles as he continued to vomit until there was nothing left in his stomach. He was resituated so that he sat in the space between the older wizard’s legs and slumped back into the firm chest.
“What happened?” Severus inquired softly.
Harry’s voice was raspy as he replied numbly, “The representative from the Ministry came by to get my account of that evening. I just…I thought it hadn’t really bothered me.” Harry breathed out shakily. “But…I just remember how helpless and…afraid I felt…” the tears streamed hotly from his eyes and he could feel the man’s arms tighten around him. “I should be stronger than this. Nothing even happened. I mean, worse has happened.” Harry swallowed against another rush of emotion. “I…don’t want to be separated from you.”
Severus turned Harry almost bodily to look at him. “Whatever gave you such an impression that we would ever separate?” the other wizard demanded.
“If…If the bloodline is strong,” Harry started.
Severus was nearly growling. “Let me make it clear to you, Harry. When I bonded myself to you, it was not an act I took lightly. Regardless of what is inside you, I will remain by your side.” Severus’ face expressed his sincerity, and it left Harry breathless.
Harry smiled softly as he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against the older wizard. Jerking back, he held his mouth when he realized he had just vomited. “S-sorry!”
Severus gave him a look of reproach. Harry felt himself dry heaving again and turned away from the other man as the episode lasted several long minutes. Severus continued to rub his back as he gasped for air. When his stomach finally settled, Severus helped him to the bedroom, forcing him to sleep after a series of potions.
*
Morning came much in the same way it had the last week. Harry was wrapped up tightly against the hard form of his mate, back pressed against the hard mass that his former professor often sported in the mornings. This morning he was feeling a little friskier and experimentally rubbed himself back against the hardness.
Severus groaned softly, still deeply asleep. Harry’s grin grew as he rubbed his backside back against the other wizard again, this time a bit harder. The other wizard grunted deeply before responding with a thrust of his own. Harry sucked in the air sharply when the responding thrust ignited a sudden urge to have the man inside of him.
Biting his lip absently, Harry rolled his hips backwards again and felt Severus’ hands clasp possessively at his hips. “I hope you are intending to follow through with what you have initiated,” Severus whispered hotly against his sensitive neck.
“Teasing you and then stopping is too cruel even for me,” Harry responded hoarsely. The hands around his hips forced him backwards once more, ensuring he felt exactly what he was doing to his counterpart. He groaned, smothering it into the pillow.
Severus slid his hand over Harry’s jutting hip before slipping up underneath his nightshirt and rubbing nonsensical patterns over his sensitive flesh. Harry was panting against the arousing sensations. The talented hands tweaked, pulled, and scraped over his entire torso before they were jerking his pajama pants down and traveling over the fullness of his arse.
Harry licked his lips as fingers mapped out his backside before dipping and parting his cheeks to expose his hidden pucker. “There is quite a satisfying feeling one gets by removing another’s clothing.”
“Told you,” Harry rasped with a small laugh.
Severus prepared him quickly, scissoring his long fingers effortlessly before positioning the bulbous head of his prick against Harry. The first penetration caused him to jerk in surprise. The position felt very different than all the others; it was as if he could feel the man more deeply as the hard length drove inside him, stopping only when Severus was pressed impossibly against him.
“Merlin Sev,” he gasped as he tightened his hold around the base of his own prick to stave off the instant orgasm he was sure to have with the incredible sensations of the new position. “S-slow…or I won’t make it,” he warned as Severus slid back out of him nearly to the crown before slamming back home. Harry anchored himself to the bed as his body jerked with the power of his mate’s thrust. “Slow!” Harry growled when Severus began to slide in and out of him with almost too much strength.
“You are so bloody tight,” Severus groaned as he once more quickened their pace. Harry was moaning, thrusting back against the other wizard having given up on keeping their pace slow. It would seem that slow, intense lovemaking was not in the cards this morning.
Severus maneuvered Harry to his front, pulling his hips upwards and thrusting hard into him. It caused such a deep penetration that Harry was crying out in a voice that was surely to be heard from all around the castle if not for silencing charms. “Oh gods, Sev. Gonna…” he groaned as he was unable to hold off his orgasm any longer. The pleasure was too intense. He came hard, body trembling incredibly with the force of it. Seconds later, Severus was stiffening, hands clasping tight enough to bruise on Harry’s hips, and hot, filling liquid warmed Harry from the inside out.
Severus grunted as he pulled out and helped Harry to lay back down. They laid in post-coital bliss until the familiar feeling hit Harry and caused him to stumble out of the bed with his hand holding his mouth to prevent him from vomiting all over the floor. He didn’t make it. Just before he reached the lavatory, he was retching all over the stone.
“Harry!” Severus called as he easily closed the distance and soothed Harry’s back in an attempt to ease the discomfort of vomiting. “How long have you been vomiting?”
“Uh, you’ve been here since I started,” Harry said after the dry heaving ceased. He was helped off the floor and into the bath to wipe away all unwanted liquids.
“I was referring in terms of days or weeks,” Severus responded irritably.
Harry thought it over. “Um, not sure. Why does it matter?”
“Finish bathing and we will discuss it once you have dressed yourself.”
Harry finished as quickly as he could, feeling as though he could sleep the day away as he groggily sought out his mate in the other room. Severus gestured to have a seat, and Harry did with a curious look.
“I need to check for something,” Severus said as he pulled his wand out. “Stay perfectly still.” Harry nodded as a light-blue stream of light flowed over him from Severus’ wand. Severus ended it quickly and slouched into his armchair which was rather uncharacteristic of the other man.
“Severus?” Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself before standing up and proceeding to pull Harry up as well. “Okay, you’re starting to scare me. What’s wrong?”
“The inevitable, it would seem,” the older wizard responded cryptically before going to the fire and throwing a bit of floo into it. “Headmistress Minerva McGonagall’s office.”
He pulled Harry by the arm and through the flames. McGonagall looked over to them with a slightly confused expression. “What brings you two to my office? Did the representative contact Harry?”
“Yes, but that is not the reason for our visit,” Severus replied as he helped Harry over to the chair as if he was incapable of doing so himself. He may be tired, but he could certainly sit in a chair all on his own.
“Then what is your reason for this sudden visit?” McGonagall questioned first to Harry, who shrugged, and then to Severus who looked to be brooding over something.
“Further testing will be required, but from what I was able to gather,” Severus began with a small glance towards Harry, “it would seem Harry is with child. My child.”
McGonagall couldn’t hide the astonishment from her face which instantly became severe. “So it is as we feared. I have contacted Reginald. He will be available later this week, but I suspect he will only confirm what we already know.”
Harry barely heard anything afterwards as the sentence resounded like a bad echo in his head. With child, as in, pregnant with a child.
Harry’s mouth had gone lax as he tuned out the conversation, the sudden reality of what Severus said hitting him like a sudden weight to the head. His eyes phased out the scene around him, and almost instantly, he was collapsing backwards. He may have heard someone calling to him, but it was if he was deep under water and nothing could reach him.
*
White ceiling greeted him when he finally opened his eyes. He could hear voices beyond the privacy curtain.
“We might need to temporarily fill his position until we can sort out the finer details. If what you have told me is true, his emotions when heightened could pose a possible danger to the students.”
Harry swallowed around the tears now prickling at his eyes. He couldn’t blame the headmistress. It was the most important thing to keep the students safe, but the very idea that the danger was him made his body shake with repressed despair.
“We will speak later,” Severus said quickly before the curtain was pulled away. Severus stood in his usual robes, but he looked worse for wear and it made Harry want to wrap his arms protectively around his mate. “Harry,” the other man greeted with a small look of relief. “How are you feeling?”
“What happened?”
“You fainted, Mister Potter,” Madam Pomfrey said as she offered an unusual amount of potions. “In your condition, it is expected. These are all the potions you will take every morning. This potion is to be taken with every meal. I will see you once a week to check on your condition, and I suspect that if you or Severus have questions that you will notify me immediately. Symptoms tend to be intensified in wizards as their body’s magic must perform the necessary changes to grow the fetus. Though you are only two weeks gone with the pregnancy, you are already showing symptoms.”
“Poppy, leave him be for a moment,” Severus growled at the medi-witch who looked at him incredulously. “He fainted after being told he was pregnant. It would be best to allow him a moment to get acquainted with the idea.”
Pomfrey looked ready to argue, but instead, left the two of them alone. Severus came to sit beside Harry, brushing a few stray hairs from his brow before addressing him. “I understand that this is rather daunting. I had never expected that it was a true risk, and for that, I apologize.”
“No,” Harry said shaking his head and resting a hand on his stomach. “I’m not upset. I…It’s hard to believe that I could even…when I knew that I could never have feelings for another, I had sort of resigned myself to the fact that I would never have children. Now, well, it’s unbelievable really. A bit soon and rather unorthodox but not unwelcome.” He rubbed tenderly at his stomach before looking at Severus who he could feel having much the same feelings. “This is you and me. I could never be upset.”
“We are agreement for once,” Severus said with a small smirk. “Reginald is the leading expert on the original bloodline. He will have much more knowledge and ability to discern how much is in your blood. Regardless of what he finds, it will mean nothing for us…for this,” Severus said as he rested a hand over Harry’s where he was rubbing absently at his stomach. “He will also be able to perform the necessary spells to help stabilize your magic – providing that it is possible.”
“So I will have to quit teaching?” Harry asked softly. He didn’t want to sound hopeful, but he really enjoyed it thus far.
Severus rubbed absently over Harry’s hand. “Temporarily. Once you have met with Reginald, and we have a better understanding of to what extent you can control your power, I am sure that Minerva will allow you to return.”
“Okay,” Harry said in dismay before sitting up, swaying with the sudden vertigo.
Severus helped him immediately to stabilize, holding fast to his arm for leverage. “You will be rather weak for a while,” he said gently. “Wizard pregnancies are more strenuous as they are dependent solely on your magic. You will need to rest a while here, but I will take you to our quarters as soon as you are rested.”
Harry nodded, feeling suddenly tired. Severus’ hand once more brushed his forehead before Harry was drifting off to sleep.
TBC…
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