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A marriage of convenience	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 29015 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 1-A marriage of convenience
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Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, looked excitedly at the gaunt ring and the Hallows’ mark carved into the stone. He couldn’t resist sliding the ring onto his ring finger and marveling at the magnificence of his newest treasure. His excitement was short lived as pain laced through his hand and his chest felt like it was about to explode.

                He raised his hand to eye level to stare at the rotting black color spreading over his hand. He had been a fool to think that Tom Riddle would not booty trap the ring and to not check before wearing it. Dumbledore stumbled over to the fire place and threw his aged body against the hearth. He reached for the floo powder and threw it in the fire. The green flames erupted as his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor.

                “Severus Snape,” he called into the flames and waited for the answer from the only man he thought could help him. The answer was snarled through the flames, but Dumbledore could not answer it back. His breath was short and he could not concentrate enough to make the air flow across his vocal cords to form speech.

                Moments later an irritated resident potions master stepped out into the dying man’s office and started to rant, but stopped once the dying gasps reached his ears. “Albus, you old coot what have you done to yourself?” The irritation was still there, but the manner was softened as Severus surveyed the ailing man. Dumbledore raised his hand and the ring glowed bright as it leeched the life force from the powerful wizard.

                Severus waved his wand over the glowing ring and gasped. He recognized the curse and had the only cure available to wizard kind. He rushed back through the flames of the hearth and was back within seconds. He had a vial in his hand and a short sword. “Albus, we all have to make sacrifices; I apologize for this.” He sliced down with short sword and cut away the blacked hand and its spreading death. He shoved the opened vial into the gasping mouth of Dumbledore and help the man swallow. He waved his wand over the stump and put it into stasis for the time being.

                Two minutes later Dumbledore was sitting up taking in much needed and loved air. He wanted to rejoice in his saved life, but he had a task to take care first and foremost. “Bring me the sorting hat, Severus.”

                Severus grabbed the grubby old artifact and tossed it towards the sitting man. Dumbledore caught it in his right uninjured hand, sitting it on the floor, and reaching into the hat. He pulled out a sword that Severus had only seen in old drawings of legend. The sword of Gryffindor was in his presence. Dumbledore raised the sword to hand to Severus and the man staggered back at the gesture.

                “Albus…” the man stammered in confusion.

                “Severus, destroy the ring it’s a horcrux. I didn’t think about why he would have hid it so well until I put it on. I don’t have the strength to strike and destroy it, you must.” Dumbledore raised the sword out to the man once again.

                Severus finally wrapped his hands around the aged and precious sword and lifted it above his head to complete the task. The ring glowed again on the severed flesh of the old wizard. It writhed on the floor and black smoke tendrils emerged. Severus was about to strike when the tendrils formed into his old friend Lily Evans. She was young and healthy and smiling at him. He staggered once again and looked at the vision. She spoke to him as he hesitated.

                “Severus, I miss you so, my friend. Don’t do this. I can come back if you put down the sword. I’ll forgive you for what you did. James will never come between us again.” She smiled and swayed in front of him. She reached out her pale arms towards him as he was tempted by the evil object on the floor trying to save the soul piece within.

                “What of his brat, Harry?” Severus sneered at the thought of the arrogant boy that he hated in place of James Potter.

                “What of him, Sevvy? He is just a spawn of James. I’ll bare you a son stronger than that weak and arrogant boy.” She sneered at the word ‘boy’ and motioned for Severus to lay down the sword. Her words were what he always wanted to hear from the woman he was infatuated with during his childhood and early adulthood, but he had been a servant of the Dark Lord and served in his ranks and it had changed him. He was a far darker man than he led others to be and Lily had been so shining and glowed with light of goodness. Severus wasn’t interested in goodness any longer; he was interested in reward and plunder. He looked to Albus to see the man passed out on the floor from the ordeal.

                “Severus, we can be together again. I’ll finally be all yours.” Severus looked at the temptress in front of him and lifted his arms again. He sneered at the woman and moved towards the glowing ring. He struck fast and hard, slicing through the apparition and destroying the soul piece that lay within the artifact.   There was a deathly scream and a flash of bright light like magical blow back, but without causing injury. Severus heaved his breath as he threw the sword to the ground and went to attend to Dumbledore.

                Dumbledore woke to the white walls and sterile smell of his school’s infirmary. He lifted his head and turned towards his severed hand to see a new one made of pinked and baby like flesh. He had been unconscious long enough to regrow his missing appendage. He was thankful it was not his wand hand and he would not be defenseless for weeks until his magic reintegrated into the new limb. He looked around the ward to see Poppy Pomfrey bustling about preparing for the upcoming school year. It was only a couple of weeks before the students returned to the magic school.

                “Poppy, what is my condition?” His voice was raspy but carried to the woman. She made her way over to the man and smiled at her employer.

                “Oh, Albus, it is good to see your twinkling blue eyes. You are welcome to leave as soon as you feel up to it. The hand will take at least two weeks to be fully functioning, but it regrew well and healthy. It will be sensitive as well to temperature, so be careful what you touch.” She snickered at the statement because it was so close to what caused the injury to begin with, although Severus left out the part about the horcrux and just informed the woman about the curse.

                “I thank you for your care in my time of need, Poppy. Where is Severus?” Dumbledore sat up and winced as his new hand took its first weight. It twinged and seemed rather weak, but it was a hand and not a stump.

                “I am here, you reckless old coot.” Severus stalked to the bedside from across the room where he was obviously evaluating the stock of potions for the ward.

                Dumbledore smiled at his savior, “Severus, I owe you my life. You do know what that means correct?”

                “I am aware of the ramification, Albus. I have a request in mind, but I will inform you when we are in more private quarters.” Dumbledore raised his less sensitive arm for the younger man to help him to his feet. “Then, why don’t we adjourn to that place now? Thank you again Poppy.”

                “Remember be careful of that hand or you will be growing another,” Poppy called after their retreating forms. A stiff wave was all she received from the Headmaster.

                Harry Potter was bored and tired as he trudged with his trunk through the train station at King’s Cross. He had just been dropped off by his awful uncle and told not to come back. Harry wished he could fulfill that wish fully, but the Headmaster always insisted he return to their home each year. Harry hated his relatives and they hated him, but all he could do was follow what the old man said until he was of age. He was terribly obedient, but he was seeing the merit in rebellion lately. His summer had gone well when he acted out horribly in full view of the neighborhood and was allowed to certain privileges this summer. Like regular water when taking care of the back garden, because he screamed and banged on the door for anyone to hear if he was thirsty. He was given meals as well, because he went to the neighbors begging for scraps and professing his uncle was too poor to afford food for him. He even managed to avoid physical abuse by arranging a welfare worker to visit his home. He had struck a deal with his uncle that his room was really Dudley’s when the woman inspected his living conditions. He had lied to the woman about how he was treated so that his family would not be punished. All together Harry had the best time ever this summer and all because he was acting out over his Godfather’s death.

                Sirius black had died by falling through the veil in June earlier that year. Harry had pinned all his hopes of a happy home on the man, but his hopes were dashed when the man fell through to the other side of the death veil. Harry had spent a couple of lousy weeks depressed before his family had forced him to cope and distracted him from his pain.

                Harry walked up to the barrier that marked the entrance to the magical train platform, he looked around and saw no one looking and plunged through to see clusters of people sending off their children and charges to another year or their first. Harry scowled at the happy send offs and made it to the train without too many people gasping at his presence. The Boy-who-lived was always a draw and now that he had been vindicated by Voldemort’s presence at the Ministry earlier that year, he was more popular than ever.

                Every time Voldemort crossed Harry’s mind he wanted to scream his anguish to the world. Why him and why his family? Well, it was because of a stupid prophecy. The mad man Tom Riddle aka Voldemort had went on a ‘witch’ hunt for the one with the power to defeat him and killed Harry’s parents and made him a bloody living, breathing horcrux. Oh, Harry knew of horcruxes and their existence, but he hadn’t known he was one until he had been possessed by the evil bastard at the Ministry debacle. He had felt the monster’s mind touch a part of himself residing in the famous scar upon his forehead. Harry hadn’t bothered to tell Dumbledore. He didn’t want to give the old coot a heart attack because he was shocked Harry knew of horcruxes. The bloody coot would pop a blood vessel if he knew how much Harry really knew, but Harry was obedient and played the role he was meant to play, stupid muggle raised Gryffindor hero. Not anymore, it was the year of rebellion and Dumbledore was going to regret not letting him at least have one bloody caring caregiver while growing up.

                Harry was clever enough to know that he was a tool, but he thought he could at least make it work for him. He had even let that greasy git invade his mind and shared his childhood traumas with the man, but Professor Snape’s hate for him was too great for the man to take pity on him. So now he was just going to toss the cards in the air and work with what lands upward.

                Harry found a compartment near the end of the train and waited for who would join him. He wasn’t surprised to see a familiar red head pop through the door and smile at him. “Blimey, Harry you never pick a predictable spot on the train. I was looking everywhere.”

                Ron Weasley, best friend, sat across from Harry and threw a woolen bundle at his friend’s head.

“Oi, mate, what’s that for?” He was stopped from throwing it back by his friend’s voice.

                “Mum’s pregnant and she’s started knitting. We all got new sweaters for winter after she made enough baby clothes for three quidditch teams. She told me to make sure you got yours.”

                Harry shook out the jumper and looked at the fluffy red creation and grimaced. “I’ll write her a thank you letter when we get to school. How was Hedwig this summer?”

                “She missed you, but we tried to keep her happy. We wanted to write you letters, but Hedwig and Pig kept bringing them back. So we thought your Uncle wasn’t letting them in the house.”

                “They never made it, but Dumbledore didn’t want me communicating with anyone.” Harry sounded bitter at the heavy handed tactic from his overseer.

                “Sucks, mate, but he’s the man with the answers.”

                “Some of them anyway,” Harry mumbled under his breath and was distracted from his dark thoughts by Hermione Granger strolling through the door. “Hey, ‘Mione, how was your summer?”

                “Better than yours, do I won’t elucidate on it. What are we going to do this year Harry? Are we going to bring down evil everywhere or just destroy the foundations of Hogwarts?”

                “Do I detect a bit of snark? Are you dating our Professor Hermione?”

                “I am a bit annoyed that the first month back I have detention for risking my life, but I am angrier at Dumbledore, than anything else.”

                “You’re not alone,” Harry and Ron said simultaneously. Hermione just smiled and pulled out a book. They conversed and sat in companionable silence until Ron and Hermione had to go to the prefect’s meeting. Harry was left alone for most of the rest of the ride to Hogwarts. He had his obligatory run in with twiddle dee and twiddle dumb, and white rabbit. Their arrival at school was uneventful and so was the opening feast.

                A shadow loomed over the golden trio and Harry looked up at the only person at Hogwarts who could pull off that menacing shadow. “Hello, Professor Snape, what can I do for you?”

                “You can follow me to the Headmaster’s office.”

                “I wasn’t aware that detentions started on the arrival day?”

                “Do not question me boy? Just follow me.” Snape moved briskly from the hall knowing that Harry would follow. Harry followed slowly and watched the potions master stalk through the halls scaring goggled eyed first years and knowing students. Harry smiled at the familiarity of the situation. They both rode the spiraling stairs to the outer antechamber of the headmaster’s office. They stopped when they heard arguing. Snape smiled and Harry looked confused as he recognized the voices of his head of House and Remus Lupin.

                The voices were raised against the calm deep voice of the headmaster. Harry listened as it seemed the Professor escorting him did not immediately make their presence known.

                “Albus, you can’t do this to him. He is just a child and the man hates him.” Harry scowled at the words from his Head, Professor MacGonagall.

                “Albus, I won’t stand by and let you do this to the only thing left of my best friends in this world. It’s immoral and underhanded.”

                Snape finally deemed it the right time to enter as he pushed the door open with a flourish and smirked at the frozen visages of the two robust arguers. “I assure you it is within my rights to make my request and as Albus, is the boy’s magical guardian, he is in his right to give my Mr. Potter.”

                “What?!” Harry asked a bit incredulously, more than surprised.

                Snape spun to face his intended victim, “I have asked for your hand in bonding.”

                “You want to marry me?” Harry wanted to laugh at the thought that the man cared about him enough for that type of commitment. “You know it’s permanent, right?”

                “I want to own you Potter and I will have you. I will have power over you to train you into something worthy of all the adoration you receive.” Snape stalked towards him and loomed again. “I have you now.”

                Harry really wanted to laugh at the short sighted plan. “Professor Dumbledore why have you agreed to this?” Harry’s calm question took the wind out of Snape’s malicious sails.

                “Harry, my boy, I had a bit of an accident this summer and Severus saved my life. In the wizarding world we have what is called—”

                “A wizarding debt?” Harry looked at the Professor in front of him, “You have the most powerful wizard in the last century by the balls and you ask to marry me?” Harry really was incredulous now.

                “You are my reward for my role in this war. That is not a cheap request, boy.” Snape was disturbed by the lack of panic and concern in the boy’s eyes.

                “Harry, I will find a way to keep this from happening. You don’t have to worry about a thing,” Remus tried to comfort the young man.

                “No worries, Remy, I’ll marry the git, but he could have just asked and still had an outstanding debt from the Headmaster.”

                “What are you saying boy?” Snape tried again to use his loom of doom.

                “I’m saying that marriage was an option I didn’t think about to free me from my servitude, earlier than graduation from Hogwarts. Thanks Professor or should I call you honey?” Harry smirked at the shocked man and noticed that everyone else was shocked as well.

                “Harry, my boy, what do you mean by freedom from servitude?” Dumbledore questioned with a frown.

                “I mean that I would rather marry Snape than go back to the Dursley’s or be under your thumb.” Harry’s words dropped like a brick into the room. “Snape understands, don’t you?” Harry looked at the dark Professor and dared him to deny he knew that Harry would do anything to get away from his life outside Hogwarts. The man quickly inclined his head in agreement, but then rallied himself and smirked.

                “But Mr. Potter, I am a cruel man and plan to be worse than the muggles.”

                “I assumed that from this little power play, however Professor, I formally request as head of family for the Potter’s and Black’s that we have a soul bonding. Or you can take your chances that magic will weigh your halfblood standing against my heir of two pureblood houses and make you the dominant partner. Or you could drop your request all together.” Harry finally made his way fully into the room and sat across from a shocked Dumbledore.

                “How did you know about the Black inheritance, my boy?” Dumbledore rallied to figure out this enigma in front of him.

                “Although, my mail was diverted throughout the summer,” Harry scowled at the Headmaster. “Gringott’s has more direct ways of communication than owls.”

                “How?”

                “They phoned me, Headmaster.” Harry saw the shock on the old coot’s face when he didn’t think about that particular form of communication.

                “Mr. Potter, I will have you anyway I can get you. I agree to a soul bond, equal partnership is better than none. I will do everything in my power to make you miserable within the limits of the bond.” Snape smiled evilly at the Gryffindor.

                “And I, Severus, will be the best husband you will ever have.” Harry smiled pleasantly at his future husband. Snape drew back at the statement.

                “Harry, you can’t be serious?” Remus knelt in front of the teen. “He hates you.”

                “No, he hates my Father. I am a much better person than teenaged James Potter.” Harry hugged Remus to him and whispered in his ear. “I’m way too lovable for him to resist.”

                The bark of laughter from the werewolf had everyone confused. “Okay, Harry, you have my blessing.”

                Harry smiled then looked up at everyone else. “Now, I assume this is to remain secret to the general population?” The headmaster nodded. “Well, we have two witnesses and a binder, so let’s get this show on the road.”

                The ceremony was performed hastily with none of the traditional sentimentality. As the magic surrounded Harry and Severus, it created bonding bands on their fingers. They were beautiful even to Severus’ jaded sourness. They were entwined bands of platinum and gold with emerald and onyx stones embedded. Harry looked up to his husband and smiled.

                “May I have a kiss Severus? It’s tradition.” Harry leaned up and used hand on the Professor’s shoulder to steady himself. He pressed his lips to Severus’ and it was sweet and chaste, and shocked the hell out of the potion master. He fled the room from a smirking Gryffindor husband.

                “The password to his quarters is Sweet Venom, Harry. Your things were already moved there when you arrived.” The headmaster twinkled his amusement at the teen. Harry shook his head and turned to his Head of House.

                “I need to know the password for the tower?”

                “Lions over snakes, Mr. Potter. You will always have a bed in the dorm, just in case you need it.” McGonagall said as she smiled at the young man.

                Harry stood in front of the portrait that guarded the personal quarters of Severus Snape and now Harry Snape-Potter. Harry grinned as he gave the password, but the portrait still stood closed. He pulled his wand from its holster and waved it over the wards and chuckled at the sheer viciousness of the spells. “Oh, hubby, you are a very unique individual. And wicked, I think I will love you after all.”

                Harry disabled the spells and moved into the common room and saw his new husband with drink in hand. He sat in front of a roaring fire facing away from the door. The room had no real personality except for the shelves of books that lined the walls. The furniture was brown, worn leather. One of two arm chairs that his husband occupied were high backed, but comfy looking. Harry moved into the room bumping into the low coffee table just to alert the man to his presence.

                “The swelling will go down in a month.” Harry could see Severus had a smile on his face. It slid off when he turned to see that Harry was in grand health. “There are only four people within this castle that could disable those wards and you are not one of them.”

                “I beg to differ, my husband. They were quite vicious. I like the way you think. You would inadvertently maim your husband on our wedding night. Severus, we must complete the bonding rites.”

                “I don’t want to touch you.” Severus said this while he glared into the fire and emptied his glass.

                “There is only one part of us that must touch. We can make arrangements for you not to touch me.”

                “I won’t take you up the arse, Potter.”

                “Snape-Potter, but I wasn’t expecting you to. Come to the bedroom and we will do what we must until we want to do it.” Harry looked around for what could possibly be the bedroom door. He saw a door slightly ajar and walked to it and saw he was right in his assumption. He entered and looked around. The king sized bed was beautiful. It was carved wood with snakes etched and engrained in the design. The linens were dark green and a black duvet. The curtains were black as well. They looked like midnight as a colored fabric.

                He started to disrobe and heard a sharp in drawn breath. He turned to see his husband looking at him with hooded eyes, but sparks of lust broke through. Harry let his school robe fall to the ground. He loosened his tie and threw it on a nearby chair. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, looking Severus in the eye as the man watched every new inch of skin come into view. His shirt joined the tie. His hand grazed his flat abs as it moved to undo the snap of his trousers. Harry toed off his shoes and he let the pants fall to the floor.

                Severus gasped as he saw Harry wasn’t wearing anything underneath his pants. He was mesmerized by his new husband. This was not the Harry Potter he had known for the past five years. This tempter was not the errant child that drove him to uncontrollable anger and menace. He had married a stranger and now it was time to see who this boy really was.

                Severus strolled towards the hard bodied youth. His eyes gazed at the muscled planes and curves that made this boy so desirable to the general population. And all of this man was his. Severus’ arousal spiked and he reached out a hand to touch the tan skinned, but the blasted boy stepped back out of reach.

                “You said you didn’t want to touch me. I’ll do the touching, just relax.” Severus didn’t argue; he was far too curious of what the young man was going to do. Harry pulled his wand from it holster and flicked it at the other man. Severus felt the numerous buttons on his robes loosen and come undone. Harry approached and slid his hands across the clothed chest to slide under the outer robe. He slid the robe off the man’s shoulders. He manually undid the buttons of the vest, sliding it to the floor as well. The shirt followed it and Harry gasped as he saw the numerous scars that crisscrossed the man’s chest and abdomen. Harry traced them with his fingers and even leaned in to kiss a scarred shoulder.

                Harry was satisfied when he got a soft moan from the other man. He smiled as his hands moved to the buckle of the man’s belt. Severus stepped back at this point. Harry looked up and questioned the man with his eyes.

                “I do want to touch you.” Severus lifted his hands and wrapped his arms around the man in front of him and pulled Harry flush against him. He took Harry’s mouth in a fierce kiss that made the Gryffindor a little dizzy with its passion. Harry moved his hand between them and made short work of the man’s trouser fastenings. He waved his hand subtly, but it was notice.

                “Since when have you been adept at wandless magic?” Severus asked.

                “Not now Severus, I want you to fuck me.” Harry’s words jolted his husband and he pulled away, naked and still aroused.

                “Who are you?”

                “I’m Harry, Severus.” Harry made to move back into the other man’s arms, but Severus moved away again.

                “I know Harry Potter and you are not him. I have been watching him and teaching him for years. Nothing in all that time has led me to believe you could be that boy.” Severus put even more distance between them and felt remorse at it, but he needed answers.

                “Severus, you’re right I’m not Harry Potter, boy-who-lived; I’m Harry. Just plain ole Harry. I am the boy, man, that no one would let me be, including you, Professor. I am who I had to hide for years to make sure that everyone as safe, while I risked my life for you. I am the boy that’s been abused ever since an old man dropped me, unwanted, on hateful muggles’ door step. I am the boy who grew up in a broom cupboard. I am the boy who didn’t know he was a wizard until a half giant burst through the door telling me I was.”

                Harry moved towards Severus with menace and the dark man felt a little more comfortable with his ire. Severus straightened to face the familiar, but that is the least of what he got.

                “Severus, it matters not whether I am the Harry Potter you know or myself; you are now my husband. You are soul bonded to me. Get on the bed.” Harry turned away from the other man and went to his trunk. He rifled through the mess he left it in all the time. He knew where everything was, but it would look like chaos to anyone not belonging.

                “Potter, I don’t know what’s going on, but this is the one time I will cooperate with you without answers.” Harry could hear the rustle of the sheets as they were disturbed. He grabbed the vial out he sought and turned back to the bed.

                Severus looked like an apparition against the dark bedding. He sat against the headboard and stared at the confusing individual that was now his husband. Harry climbed unto the bed and approached his husband straddling his legs.

                “After that little speech of yours, I’m not too keen on you touching me now.”   Harry flicked his wand so fast that Severus didn’t register that his hands were immobilized. He tried to move them or even twitch a finger but he could not control his upper limbs. “I’ll still have to touch you, though.”

                Harry placed his wand down on the bed next to the vial. He leant down and quickly liked at the now softened shaft of his husband. He swiped from tip to base. The blood flow was quick to return and harry engulfed the member. He let it hit the back of his throat and let the muscles close around the flesh. He just let it sit submerged in his warm moist cavern. He heard the strangled moans as Severus threw his head back gulping for air. The sudden pleasure was almost too much for the man.

                Harry sat up and stared at his handiwork. The shaft glistened with his slick saliva. It stood tall and strong and he had an over whelming desire to have it inside himself. Harry turned with his back to Severus and grabbed the vial. It was his own personal made lubricant. It enhanced the sensitivity as well as slicked the way. He coated his fingers and leaned forward. He gave Severus a perfect view of his actions.

                Severus wanted to come as he viewed the exposed portal. Harry’s hole was a dusky puckered star. It was a picture of desire for Severus. He watched the boy rub the outer rim of his opening, moaning at the feel, he suspected. Severus drew in a hissed breath as he watched a finger disappear into its depths. It looked like it just glided past the guard muscle.

                Harry was wishing that he had wanked within the last week. He was keenly aware that he might bring himself off without even getting Severus inside him. He quickly added another finger and pressed his face in the duvet to hide the pleasure from the man behind him. The new angle had the man behind him groaning, probably in frustration or anger, Harry didn’t care at the moment. He thrust his fingers deeply and hit his special spot that made everything in the world disappear in sparkles in front of his eyes. His panting was labored as he added the third digit and wanted to come at the wonderful stretch. He decided in a split second that Severus’ girth may require a little more room and added a fourth just make sure he wouldn’t tear.

                Severus wanted to beg, for the first time in his life he wanted to beg someone. And to make it worse it was a fucking Potter. Severus watched the majority of the boy’s hand sink into himself and wanted to beg to be free from this blasted spell. The boy was writhing on his own hand with his ass so far in the air it looked like he may have been levitation. His spread knees gave a perfect view of a nice sized engorged cock in blushing rose. Severus wanted to taste it and actually considered bagging the boy to release the spell, but didn’t get the chance.

                Harry grabbed his wand and flicked it towards Severus, “Sev, please I need you.” It was a plea for exactly what Severus wanted to do. Severus quickly pulled the boy up and onto his cock. Harry slid down the turgid flesh like a hot knife sliced through butter. Severus sunk to the hilt and wanted to live there forever. The boy was still so fucking tight, even after taking most of his own hand.

                “Fuck, boy, what is that lubricant made of?” He was a fucking potions master and he hadn’t made something that effective in the sexual realm, ever.

                “It’s my secret, Severusss.” The name was hissed and it sent a chill down his spine, followed by a flow of extra blood to his cock. Harry felt it and clenched causing Severus to grit his teeth against the almost orgasm that might have ruined what he was planning to do to Harry.

                Severus bent his knees and planted his feet, suddenly pushing Harry forward; he managed to put Harry back on his hands and knees. He slammed back into the younger man causing a scream to erupt from a panting mouth.

                Harry couldn’t close his mouth. He felt the lines of moisture escaping his gaping orifice. He couldn’t stop screaming his pleasure. He felt every hard thrust against his sweet spot and deeper. The stretch was just on the edge of his limit and he could do nothing but take it. Severus was a sex god. He felt the hard grip controlling his hips. Harry could slow them down or move freely if he wanted to. His arms collapsed and his open mouth filled with duvet.

                Severus smiled as he saw the face buried in the cover of the bed. The muffled moans and gasps were satisfying on a level he only thought he would get by hurting the boy under him. He felt the sudden shuddering and clenching, but his cock wasn’t done at the sudden extra tight fit. He pulled out and flipped the boy over to his back and saw the weeping cock coated in globules of cum smeared over it. The cloudy puddle uncovered pulled Severus to it like a lode stone. His tongue dipped into the small pool and he moaned at the flavor of his husband.

                Harry wanted to come again as he watched Severus lick his cum from the bed. He opened his mouth in a silent scream when his cock was surrounded by a warm wet mouth. He wasn’t sucked; he was devoured by the man between his legs. It was quick, just long enough for Severus to get the last of Harry’s flavor from his cock. Severus sat back up and moved back between Harry’s legs. He wasn’t immediately penetrated like he anticipated. Severus pushed his legs back to his chest and just stared at him.

                “What?” Harry couldn’t help but ask as he watched through his lids the man above him arrested by something unknown.

                “You’re a slutty boy Harry.”

                “So what? You’re a fuckin’ brilliant cock slinger.” Harry moaned as he got his answer to his rejoinder in physical form. Severus swooped down and took his mouth and slammed into him at the same time. Harry wanted to cry at the perfect plunging prick. It ended far sooner than either expected as Severus threw his head back and screamed a guttery growl and sank to the hilt with a force that sent Harry past his limit. They both came with screams and know nothing more as both pasted out in a heap.

                Severus woke blearily, which was a shock because he was a death eater. It was a lifestyle that waking up alert was required for continued health. He looked around the still moist bed for his bed partner, but there was no Harry. He gingerly rose from the bed noticing that he wore sleep pants. At least the boy wasn’t inconsiderate. He headed out into the common room and saw the door to his lab was ajar. He was livid at the thought that the boy could think he was allowed in his private lab.

                He burst through the door with a fierce scowl and a scathing insult on his tongue, but his words were stopped by the sight of his husband.

                “Oh, you’re awake, good. Do you have any clear quartz?”

                “Yes,” Severus answered without thought as he took in the sight of Harry in low hung sleep pants and potions apron covering his chest area. “That is not proper brewing attire. Your skills do not make it a good idea to be unprotected while you tamper with my equipment.”

                Harry smiled at the familiar snark. “Well, my potions skill is not really part of your knowledge of me. Can you get me a medium sized quartz stone, like the size of your palm?” Harry looked down into the cauldron he was stirring and sniffed. He shook his head and reached for a deep red shell like object to throw into the bubbling contents. Severus noticed it was a basilisk scale and widened his eyes. He hurriedly moved towards the other male and his work.

                “What exactly are you making that requires basilisk scale? And where did you get it?” Severus knew he didn’t have that in his ingredients.

                Harry smiled at the sudden interest and forgotten ire. “The chamber of secrets has a whole carcass preserved. And I am working on something to get that thing off your arm. I will be damned if my husband is marked by that son of a bitch.” Harry sniffed the cauldron again and nodded his head. He picked up his wand and said an incantation and then a cooling charm. He turned back to Severus, “the quartz I need it now.” Harry shooed the shocked man to his task and the man complied.

                Severus returned with crystal, “Mr. Potter, if there was a potion to get rid of the dark mark believe me, I would have found it by now.” He placed the crystal on the table with a thump and crossed his arms over his chest. Harry just smiled.

                “If this works I will more than happily tell you my theory behind my work. Now we are going to transfer the mark to the quartz. It will act as an amulet so you can still be summoned, but no pain and no evidence of your affiliation.” Harry pulled the man’s left arm away from his chest and instructed him to lay it on the table. Harry expected the initial refusal, but said that it wouldn’t maim or kill him, all the ingredients were non-toxic.

                Severus complied finally. Harry positioned his arm up with the mark exposed. “Why haven’t you told the headmaster about your extraordinary skills and knowledge?”

                “Why hasn’t he told me about the horcruxes?” Severus stiffened and looked away. “I knew you knew about them.” Harry nodded to himself like he was adding a tally or reorganizing a plan. He continued to work as he thought. He took the cooled mixture and slathered it across the mark to cover it fully. He waved his wand over it making it dry and turned flaky. He scrapped the flakes off the arm and into a waiting bowl. Severus was shocked to see that the mark was gone from his flesh. He made to question Harry, but a raised hand kept him silent. Harry added water to the flakes and watched as the flakes liquefied and glowed with dark tendrils like a black fire. He grabbed Severus’ hand quickly and cut his palm. The pain was minute but the amount of blood that issued forth was concerning. Harry caught the life liquid in the glowing bowl. Another incantation and he dropped the crystal in bowl. The contents flashed white and then absorbed into the piece of quartz. The crystal now looked like a chunk of shiny onyx. Harry picked a silver chain from the work table and cast the sticking charm to attach it to the stone. He handed it to his husband and Severus just looked at for a moment.

                “Severus, you are now my husband. We don’t have to get along, but know that your life is important to me, even before our bonding. It will warm when you are called. If you are ever asked to show your mark to any death eater or Voldemort, it will show up like it has never been gone as long as you are wearing the amulet.”

                “Why didn’t I know who you really were?” Severus put the chain around his neck.

                “Because you weren’t interested in knowing me.” Harry walked past the man and left out of the lab needing space for the moment. Severus thought it was only fair for him to clean up after the boy since his mark was now gone. He would keep this from the Headmaster until it was necessary to inform him.

                Harry was in the Gryffindor common room early the next morning. He was waiting when Ron stumbled down the stairs groggily and noticed him. “Blimey, mate, where’d you sleep last night?”

                “With my husband.” Harry’s answer was blunt and Ron really didn’t absorb the impact, being too early and on an empty stomach.

                “Wha?” Ron sat next to his best friend. “When did you get married?”

                “Last night in the Headmaster’s office.”

                “Harry, where did you go last night?” Hermione joined the conversation as she exited the girl’s dorm. “We tried to wait up, but we have class today, so I thought it would be better to go to bed.” Harry smiled at the smart witch’s practicality.

                “Harry got married last night.” Ron said to the witch. “That’s where he spent the night, with his husband.”

                “Harry, it’s the first day of classes. I need to be able to concentrate, how inconsiderate.” Hermione huffed and plopped down on the sofa next to Harry and Ron. “I only ask for a few weeks to start the year and acclimate. I have to set my study schedule and figure out what classes may be problems, but on the first day, Harry!”

                “Dumbledore was fulfilling a life debt, I was the price.” Harry looked down at his hands clasped in his lap. He looked to Ron and then Hermione. “I am now Harry Snape-Potter.”

                “I have never been so happy to have an empty stomach in my life. Are you barmy? Is Dumbledore barmy? Snape?!” Ron leant back like he was faint.

                “How did Dumbledore had authority to give you to Professor Snape?”

                “He’s my magical guardian and has the power to arrange marriage contracts.”

                “But Harry, wizards don’t divorce like muggles. It’s permanent and there are dominance issues. You’re now the submissive to Professor Snape, forever.”

                “No I requested a soul bonding. We are now equal partners in our marriage.” Hermione gasped.

                “But Harry that means that you share magic now. Are you sure you want that?”

                “It’s too late now.” Harry raised his hand and showed them the magical ring. He pulled the ring up a little to show them the copy embedded in his skin like a tattoo.

                “Wow, do you get a pass for class now?” Ron’s question had Hermione huffing in exasperation and Harry snickering to himself.

                “No, I still get to blow up cauldrons in class.”

                “Harry did you forget that Professor Snape isn’t the potions teacher this year?” Hermione reminded him of the news that had shocked the hall before he was escorted to his wedding. Severus was now his defense teacher, his favorite class was going to be taught by his husband. And, this Horace Slughorn was the new potions master. He knew that Slughorn had taught his parents and husband, but why bring him to Hogwarts now? Harry thought about Dumbledore’s reasoning, but felt the man would tell him eventually.

                Harry and his friends abandoned the common room when it started to fill with students. They headed to breakfast talking about nothing at all, just to fill the silence as they travelled. They ran into their common enemy and constant source of entertainment, Draco Malfoy.

                “Well, if it isn’t Potty with Weasel and Mudblood. Your threesome must by a sham to the sexual act. Tell me is Granger’s cunt as frizzy as her head?” Draco smirked and laughed.

                Harry turned to Hermione, “You can do it. I’m a little worn from last night. I was up way too late.”

                Hermione grinned and pulled her wand. The stinging hex was off her tongue before Malfoy could manage to panic. She aimed straight for his face, causing it to swell. He turned to run away and Hermione aimed several more at his retreating figure.

                “Twenty points from Gryffindor and add two weeks to the detentions you start tonight.” Harry’s smile fell as he heard his husband behind them. “You were not in our quarters when I awoke.”

                Harry felt like a cad leaving after a one night stand, “I had to give the good news to my friends.” Harry tried to laugh convincingly to defuse the sudden tension.

                “Well, I needed to speak with you privately and, although, you have no secrets from your fan club, I would prefer a private chat.” Severus started to walk away and Harry followed as expected, waving to his friends and mumbling about seeing them in the Great Hall.

                Severus waited until they were around a corner and no one was around to pull Harry into an alcove and spell it private behind them. He turned to the shocked teen and kissed him thoroughly. “I failed to thank you for removing my mark last night.” Severus looked at the flushed teen and smiled that he could do that to him. Severus had awoken with a raging arousal and no husband. He was slightly pissed that he could not sink balls deep into the Gryffindor as he wanted, but felt better after ravaging the teen’s mouth. He felt lighter and more excited about his day than he had since that fucking mark took hold of him. He was finally free and it was thanks to Harry fucking Potter. He felt justified in dominating this boy after having to thank him for something so great.

                “Thank you Severus,” Harry smirked and leaned into his husband. “But now I have a problem that only my husband can take care of.” He thrust his hard member against Severus’ leg. He tilted his face up demanding another kiss. Severus obliged him thoroughly.

                Harry walked into the Great Hall a lot ruffled and smiling. He heard a gagging sound and Hermione forcefully pounding on Ron’s back. He sat down slowly and carefully and arched a brow at Ron’s scowl.

                “Did you really do that before breakfast? With him?” Ron was a little louder than he should have been, but at least he didn’t mention a name.

                “Yes, and it was thoroughly enjoyable.” He started loading his plate with his favorite foods, he had worked up quite an appetite. Harry flashed back to when Severus pushed him against the wall and produced Harry’s bottle of lube. Harry smiled at the remembered feel of how Severus had shoved his cock balls deep and held there, making Harry cum instantly. The surprise was when Severus pulled out and tucked himself back in his pants, without a cleansing spell. Severus had cast a softening spell at the alcove floor and gone to his knees. He licked every drop of Harry’s cum from his still slightly hard cock, and then tucked Harry away and bid him good day.

                Harry’s distraction was noticed by his fellow Gryffindors because his hand was still wrapped around the serving spoon for the eggs and he hadn’t moved. Seamus Finnegan was the first to get through to the other teen.

                “Harry, who’s the bloke you’re shaggin’?” Seamus wasn’t the most tactful Gryffindor.

                Harry blushed and let go of the spoon and started to eat. When he didn’t answer more questions were asked and even demanded by some girls close to tears. Harry was fed up by the time he finished eating and slammed his hands down on the table. The Great Hall went silent as Harry yelled at his housemates.

                “It’s none of your damn business who I am fucking.” Harry heard the silence and looked around the hall and felt utterly embarrassed. He snatched his time table from Hermione and rushed from the hall. He didn’t get the chance to see the hall go into a riot over the fact Harry Potter was screwing someone, but a bloke as well. He also missed the anger on his husband’s face and his abrupt departure as well.

                Severus caught up with Harry right outside their quarters. He followed quickly into the common room after the teen and spun the boy around as soon as the door closed firmly. He did not expect to see the tears coming down his face.

                “What exactly was that display in the Great Hall,” Severus’ anger bled through, although he did try to sound calmer.

                “Why do they think they get to know? They turn on me with one article from the Daily Prophet. The year of the tournament I couldn’t even sleep in my dorm most nights, because they wanted to prank me for cheating my way into the contest. You’re mine and they can’t have you too. You’ll stay mine as long as no one knows.” Harry’s yelling had reached its crescendo and the teen seemed done and Severus was stunned. He just kept finding out more and more about this young man’s life.

                “Harry, you must not let them get to you. You make it far too obvious that there is something big to hide. And, I wouldn’t doubt that you will be watched more now. I dread to think how long before one of my Slytherins writes a letter to their parents with information about your possible love interest. The Dark Lord has been frustrated that you haven’t shown any affection for anyone as it is. He has plans in place to go after you in that manner. Or even send someone to seduce you.” Severus shuddered at the thought of who would get the task and how he would probably horribly injure anyone who touched his husband.

                Harry saw the look of jealousy and smiled to himself. “So, what if he sends you? Would you woo me to his side or just ensnare me with lustful couplings?”

                “I would woo you of course; you’re a Gryffindor.” Severus said if matter-of-factly.

                “You’re right we Gryffindors are virginal innocents that would need love to strike our interest. I mean what Gryffindor would sink half their own hand in their ass and deep throat their Professor?” Harry spun away from his advancing husband. “Oh, no, Severus, you must treat me nicely, if you are to woo me to the dark.”

                Harry let himself be caught and pressed into the door. He raised his arms up to drape around Severus’ neck, but the warning bell for the first classes rang. Harry looked at his timetable and glanced at Severus.

                “I have DADA, first. You could be late and blame it on disciplining me. You could even drag me into class by the ear or collar.” Harry laughed as his clothing was spelled off and he was once again pressed into the door.

                Ron and Hermione rolled their eyes as Harry was dragged through the DADA classroom fifteen minutes after the late bell. He was slung into his chair next to Hermione. “Since an attention student caused us to begin late, we will go right into the lesson. Non-verbal spells are hard to do without great concentration and focus. Everyone will come to the front and try, now.” Severus waved his wand and the desks disappeared and the classroom was an open floor. “Mr. Potter, why don’t we start off with you?”

                Harry smirked and advanced to the front of the class. He raised his wand and conjured his patronus and smiled as the white stag pranced around the room and bowed to his Professor. Harry went back to his place near Hermione and Ron and watched as everyone else had their turn.

                After class, Harry leaned over Severus’ desk when the classroom emptied. “You forget that I am the number one defense student at Hogwarts, correct? I’ll probably be the teacher’s pet.” Harry laughed as he ran out of the classroom dodging the hex from his husband.

                Horace Slughorn was aptly named. He seemed like an opportunistic slimy man that tooted his own horn. He was likeable and unlikeable at the same time. Harry knew there had to be a very good reason Dumbledore brought the man back to Hogwarts. The first potions lesson was brilliant in Harry’s opinion. He won the prize for brewing the best potion. Hermione was frustrated with fact, but couldn’t help but nod at the perfect draught of living death.

                “Harry, you never brew perfectly, is it your…husband,” Hermione leaned in to whisper to Harry. Harry looked at his friend and smiled at her.

                “Hermione, I am going to beat you in the grades game this year and I am giving you forewarning.” Harry’s smile broadened at the frown on Hermione’s face.

                “I hardly think that you could suddenly beat me academically Harry. I am the brightest witch of our year; I’d like to see you try.”

                “I guess the gauntlet is thrown and I am in the lead,” he held his prize from class, a bottle of felix felicitious up to wiggle it in her face.

                “Really! How tacky Harry.” Hermione stomped off and the silent, observing Ron looked at Harry and trotted after Hermione like a lap dog. Harry just kept watching as he headed for herbology.

                Harry was sitting under a tree reading when a ominous shadow fell over him. He looked up to see three of the ugliest sneers he had ever encountered, not counting his husband. “Hello, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle.” Harry was polite in his greeting but he had his wand in hand.

                “Potter, you’re coming with us.” Draco commanded and reached for his rival.

                Harry quickly pointed his wand at the blond stopping the reaching limb from making contact with him. “I am going nowhere, ferret.”

                “Professor Snape told us to come and bring you to him,” Draco stared down the end of the holly wand. “He said use any mean necessary.”

                “Did he by chance suggest you ask me or tell me that my presence was requested?” Harry lowered his wand, but Draco and his goons did not move. Harry stood up and looked at the trio.

                “You will be able to move by the time I make it to Professor Snape’s office.” Harry turned away from the frozen trio and made his way to his husband’s office. He arrived shortly, but found the dungeon office deserted. He looked around for any sign of Severus, but the man was not present. He sat down behind the desk and felt the alarm wards start and knew that Severus would be there soon.

                “You are lucky those are benign wards and not more active in their purpose.” Severus’ silky dark voice brushed over his shoulder along with a swoosh of light fabric. Harry turned to see his husband half there and half not.

                “Is that my cloak?”

                “It is,” Severus pulled the magical garment completely off to reveal very unfamiliar attire. The man wore not black heavy teaching robes, but open casual robes over a white shirt and gray trousers. “We are going on an outing this evening.”

                “Are you going to turn me over to the Dark Lord?” Harry quipped and then felt a slight tinge of worry over the truth of the statement.

                “Your mother was my best friend and I took an oath to protect you with my life, no matter how ungrateful and arrogant you are.” Severus threw the invisibility cloak at Harry and motioned for him to follow him to the exit. “I am taking you on a mission.”

                “What mission? Does Dumbledore know?” Harry asked as he followed his husband.

                “Of course he doesn’t know you are leaving off grounds, but I need your assistance in converting a new ally.”

                “And who are you using me to seduce to the light side?” Harry looked at Severus and knew that the man was taking a huge risk with this stunt. He smiled, “Severus, I never knew you as such a rule breaker, careful; I might be rubbing off on you.”

                “Potter, I have postponed any hostility between us for the time being, because you are proving entertaining and useful, however, I am fully capable of returning our relationship to that of mortal enemies, if you wish?”

                “Severus, mortal enemies? That is a bit extreme. I’m sixteen and you are thirty-six, let’s just say I can suck a mean cock and that has proven useful to our interactions with each other.”

                Severus wrenched the cloak from Harry’s hands and threw it over the boy causing him to stumble a bit. They made their way to the apparition point and Severus transported them to a huge estate. The house was massive and a marvel. The gates that they stood in front of were wrought iron marvels in intricate design with a circled ‘M’ where the two halves met and opened. Severus whipped out his wand and tapped the gates. They went a little transparent and Severus pushed Harry through and followed after.

                They were met at the front doors to the manor by a shaky looking house elf. The elf looked like any other pureblood house elf, tattered pillow case as clothing and bare feet. Harry promised himself if he ever employed the creatures they would have wonderful little uniforms and matching shoes or slippers. He had the design in his head already and even an explanation for Hermione to keep her from flaying him alive. And if any elf ever trembled in front of him he would dismiss the creature immediately. Harry hated that any creature would subject itself to the harsh conditioning of purebloods, when there was a Dobby in existence.

                They followed the trembling creature through the opulent marble manor to a set of double doors. The elf popped away and left Harry confused, but since Severus made no move to do anything, Harry just waited next to his husband. Harry started to fidget under the cloak and the rustle must have annoyed Severus because the man reached an arm out and snatched the magical garment off. Harry looked at the man as if were a kicked puppy.

                “Don’t look so hurt, you only needed it for the trip here. If I wanted you invisible for this meeting then, I wouldn’t need you here at all.”

                “Where are we?”

                “I am surprised you haven’t guessed. We are standing and waiting for Lucius Malfoy in Malfoy Manor.” Harry looked at his husband in mute horror. Lucius Malfoy was not the man he wanted to be alone with at any time. “I need you to convert Lucius. I am confident in your charms.”

                “Severus, I may act like a whore for you, but I have pride enough not to be whored out by my own husband. What are you thinking?”

                Severus turned to his angry husband, “I am not asking you to let the man bend you over his desk and fuck you. I would like that privilege, only. I need you to flirt and look delectable. I need you to seduce him to our side, if not I will have to kill my best friend.”

                Severus’ statement startled Harry. He smiled at his husband and reached a hand up to cup his face. “I will do this for you, because I understand exactly how you feel. I ask a reward if I succeed.”

                “If you can convince that stubborn fool to cross over then I have no issue with granting you a reward.” As Severus finished his statement the doors they waited in front of opened and the same trembling elf stood in front of them.

                “Master Malfoy will see you now.” It moved out the way and allowed the two wizards to pass into the opulent study. Lucius Malfoy sat behind an ornately carved desk looking every bit the Lord of the Manor.

                “Severus what do owe this wonderful surprise to? And who…” Lucius paused in his speech as he recognized Harry Potter, in the presence of his friend, and could not figure how this occurrence could have happened. “You will be greatly rewarded for capturing Harry Potter, Severus.”

                Lucius’ statement irked Harry, because he was being ignored and spoken about in his presence. Harry walked forward and summoned the walking cane that contained the blonde’s wand. This got the blonde’s attention immediately and Harry grinned at the outraged expression.

                “You are mistaken, Lucius—”

                “How dare you use my given name!”

                “I use it because we are to be such good friends.” Harry wanted to laugh at the confused expression that crossed the usually stoic face. “You see Lucius; I am here to convince you to add your considerable skills to the winning side of this war. I would like to be your friend and I would hope you would like to be mine as well.” Harry walked over to the now standing man. He tossed the wand/cane over to Severus. The dark man caught it and shrugged his shoulders at his friend’s incredulous look.

                “Do you have him under the imperious curse?” Lucius wanted to take the question back as he remembered that it was Severus and this was Harry Potter he was talking to. “What have you done to him Potter?”

                “Nothing he didn’t thoroughly enjoy.” Harry pushed the startled man back down into his chair. Harry paralyzed Lucius’ arms and legs, and then sat down in the man’s lap. “Now shall we have a civilized chat or will you be stubborn and let a wonderful opportunity pass you by?”

                “I assure you Potter, that you have nothing to say that will convince me to betray My Lord.” Lucius looked determined.

                “Why are you friends with Severus?”

                The question took everyone aback in the room except the boy who asked it. “That is none of your concern, Potter.”

                “Humor me, Lucius.” Harry smiled at the man and picked a speck of lint from his lapel. He smoothed his hand down the broad chest. He smirked when he detected an increase in the man’s heart beat.

                “I…I am friends with Severus because he is loyal and brilliant. His personality is dark like mine and we get on well.” Lucius was watching the freely moving hand stroke his clothed torso. “What are you doing, Potter?”

                “I am acquainting myself with you, Lucius.” Harry stopped his hand and looked at his husband. He was a little satisfied to see anger and jealousy lurking in the black depths. “That is why I like him as well, but I married him.”

                Lucius’ eyes shot to his friend and he saw the truth of Harry’s statement immediately. The slight guilt in the man’s eyes was surprising. “Severus, are you…” Lucius could not finish his question.

                “Do not be angry with him. He had every intent on making my life miserable when he forced me to marry him. However, my powers of persuasion were stronger than his ire for my father.”

                “How, Severus?” Lucius continued to stare at his friend.

                “Don’t answer that Severus.” Harry commanded. He rose from his perch on Lucius’ lap and sat on the edge of the desk blocking the line of sight between Severus and Lucius. “You and he can have this conversation at a later date. I am here only for a short time, so I will take precedent this evening.

                “Why do you follow Voldemort?”

                “Because he is uplifting the pureblood ideal and will not discriminate against the use of dark magic and rituals.”

                Harry looked pensive for a few moments. “Do you know Voldemort’s given name and where he comes from?”

                “He is an heir of Slytherin. There is no purer bloodline.”

                “It surprises me Lucius that you could delude yourself to such an extent. Now I know why your son is that way he is.”

                “You will leave Draco out of this.”

                “Will Voldemort leave Draco alone? Will his crucio be lighter and shorter? Will his life be spared when he fails in his mission to kill Dumbledore? Will he be anything if Voldemort succeeds?”

                “What are you talking about?”

                “I’m talking about the pure blood pride that you are always hawking about? Lucius you are rich and powerful without the Dark Lord at your back. Pure bloods have any number of privileges and knowledge that keeps them at the top of magical society. Muggle born and half bloods have been moving between our societies for hundreds of years and purebloods are still top rung. There has never been a muggleborn or poor half blood as Minister of Magic.”

                “That does not mean we must suffer them and their breeding.” Lucius spat out the words.

                “Lucius do you hear yourself. Magic can only do so much. You need diversity in the blood. If not you get Crabbe’s and Goyle’s, Black’s.” Harry shuttered at the thought.

                “It surprises me that you would cast insult on your own godfather’s family.”

                “Lucius, the Blacks were a piece of work and you know it. My godfather was not right by any standard, but the insanity that he was prone to turned him insanely good as opposed to your sister-in-law Bellatrix, who is criminally insane. Would you really trust that woman in a position of authority over you?” The look of Lucius’ face was enough to let Harry continue.

                “I thought so. I am asking you to really think about what you will be doing to your world by putting Voldemort in charge. He does not look like a passive leader or someone in favor of electoral leadership, even within the pureblood. Ask yourself honestly Lucius, Would Voldemort let you rule over him? Would you have more influence or less without the corrupt ministry taking your bribes?

                “And I and Severus will leave you with this last tidbit for thought, Voldemort was born Tom Marvolo Riddle. If you need proof go back to the grave I was tied to and ask Pettigrew what ritual he used to resurrect your Lord.” Harry hoped off the desk and moved towards the exit, only to stop midway. “Oh, almost forgot, Severus take off your amulet and show Lucius your wedding present.”

                Severus smirked at his husband and moved towards his friend. He removed the black crystal from around his neck and sat it on the desk blotter. He unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and pushed up his sleeve. Lucius’ eyes bugged at the clear skin and then he looked to Harry.

                “There are privileges to being my friend. And the lack of leash is definitely a bonus. Let Severus know when you make your decision, you won’t be able to speak about this until you do.” Harry waited until his husband put back on the amulet and joined at the door. “Talk to Draco as well. He is having a very hard time of it now. He has NEWTs next year.”

                They left Lucius looking helpless and confused. They made it back to Hogwarts with plenty of time to spare for some marital rites. Severus immediately grabbed Harry and ushered him to the bathroom. He stripped the boy and himself in record time.

                “The only lap I wish to see you sit upon is my own, do you understand? I do not want to see your hands on another in such an intimate way.”

                “Are you jealous, Severus?” Harry stepped into the spray of water and turned to look at his husband. “Because I would hate to make you feel that way.”

                “Harry, I am possessive and would rather see my husband dead than in another’s arms.”

                “So threesomes are out then?” Harry yelped when Severus pushed him to the shower wall and crushed their mouths together. Harry was instantly hot and hard. “Severus, please fuck me.” Harry bit down on Severus’ shoulder and licked the mark he made. Severus answered the requested with his body. He pulled a bottle from one of the shower shelves and splashed his hands. He hoisted Harry’s legs up around his waist and shoved two fingers into Harry’s hole. Harry hissed in pleasure pain and bit down on Severus’ other shoulder.

                Severus’ blood boiled with his lust for Harry. He hadn’t felt this much passion in a coupling in years and certainly didn’t think that Harry Potter was to incite it. Severus pumped into a moaning Harry, pulling his head away to look at the incoherent teen. He saw something amazing, pure abandon. There was nothing hidden behind the closed eyes, nothing being held back from the expressive expletives and heavy breathing. Harry was just enjoying the act of their coupling. Severus wanted to run in that moment because a sudden feeling blossomed in his chest and it scared him to his very soul.

                Harry sensed a change from the suddenly still man holding him against the shower wall. He opened his eyes and smiled at the expression plastered on Severus’ face. He twisted and raised his hips to impale himself and get the man started again, but his actions were arrested by bruising hands on his hips, holding him still.

                “Severus is this some form of punishment, because I think it is cruel and unusual.” Harry squirmed at the intense look of his husband. His once bouncing erection started to flag and he dropped his legs from around Severus’ waist. He pushed away from the still man and exited the shower. He grabbed a towel and turned to address his husband’s back. “I don’t know what is going on with you, but leave it outside the bedroom. This is the only thing that makes our time together bearable and …”, but Harry dropped the towel and just left. Talking to the back of a man was never productive.

                Severus stayed under the spray of the warm water alone for another twenty minutes, just letting the water cascade from head to toe. He felt like he was washing away a part of himself. He felt better after he toweled off and moved back into the bedroom. He saw Harry curled up under the covers in the bed. His mop of unruly hair just peeked into visibility. Severus moved to join him. He lifted the covers and smiled at the naked back of his husband. He slid into the warmth and pulled Harry towards him. Severus felt right holding the teen to him and Harry didn’t seem to mind at all. The sound of even breathing was soon heard from the bed.

                Morning dawned with the two spouses curled around each other. Harry had turned in the night and now had his face buried in his husband’s chest and a small puddle gluing him the furred skin. Severus had a hand buried in tousled curls anchoring Harry to his chest. A loud knock at the door of the quarters had Severus sitting upright in an instant and scowling. His expression had nothing on the storming naked young man exiting through the bedroom door. Severus quickly followed after grabbing a dressing gown. He was just in time to see Draco Malfoy pale at the sight of a naked Harry pointing his wand at the frozen blond.

                “What are you doing here so early in the morning Draco?” Severus asked as he approached the two rivals. He reached a hand out to push the arm holding the wand aloft, down and away from his godson.

                Finally Draco regain some of his poise to stop eyeing naked Harry and turn on his godfather, “What am I…what are you doing with a student naked in your quarters and Harry Potter at that? You could lose your position here and the Dark Lord would kill just for this act alone. And what would possess you to lower your standards to a Gyrffindor.” Draco sneered at Harry and pushed his way into the quarters. Severus automatically closed the door.

                “I’m going back to bed, Severus, handle this or I will. And I assure you I will be serving an official detention if I do.” Harry tossed his wand onto the coffee table and headed back to the bedroom. The sound of rustling bed linens and then silence greeted the pair in the living room.

                Severus gestured for Draco to sit down and grabbed the discarded wand and put it in his robe pocket. “Potter and I are married. I do not have to tell you that secrecy is most important. Your father already knows, so don’t bother putting it in writing and sending an owl.”

                “What the hell, Uncle Sev? You hate Potter, at least it seemed like you hated him. How long has this been going on?”

                “We married the first night back, when term started. I took him as payment for a life debt. It was brilliant maneuvering, but Potter is a wild card that never adheres to a plan.”

                “I don’t understand,” Draco said. He slumped back on the couch and just looked at his godfather. “Why would you marry Potter? I mean he’s…he’s Potter. I know that there are numbers of things that a marriage would be beneficial with him, but the risk is so great.”

                Severus walked over to sit next to his godson; he slid the sleeve of his dressing gown up his left forearm. At first Draco didn’t comprehend, until it clicked in a most comical expression which arm he was being showed.

                “That’s not possible, Uncle Sev. He said anyone would die for the mark to be removed.” A thought occurred to Draco; he looked towards the bedroom, “He did that?”

                A nod from his Godfather had him gaping and standing. He started to pace and kept throwing looks towards the bedroom. “What should I offer him to remove mine? I’m sure father would allow any price to get this thing off of me and this blasted mission.”

                Severus stood and walked to his godson. “Ask him. It is the only thing I can offer as advice. He is baffling on a scale that is a mystery to a Slytherin mind. I will go awaken him.” Severus moved away towards the bedroom, but turned at the last moment, “You must tell him the truth, the whole truth, Draco. It is imperative you do not lie to him.”

                Severus entered the, bedroom and went to the side of the bed where the back of a tousled raven head and a sun kissed arm peeked from under the covers. He ran his fingers gently through the surprisingly soft bed head. A mumbled sound of pleasure sounded.

                “Sev, is he gone? Come back to bed; you can fuck me awake.” Harry reached blindly for his husband, before giving up and turning with cracked eyes. He frowned at Severus. “I really wanted to get a good lie in today.”

                Severus looked nervous and that put Harry on edge. Anything that could make the stoic man crack was never good. “Draco needs to speak with you; he has a request.”

                Harry quickly dressed in a pair pajama pants and walked out to talk to Draco. He approached the blond cautiously, always waiting on an attack. He stiffened when the blond offered a smile to him.

                “Are you alright, Malfoy?”

                “Potter, I would like you to remove my dark mark. I was marked on my birthday and given a mission. If I do not accomplish my mission, the mark will kill me. I will give you anything within my power to do this for me.”

                Harry looked at the other teen, “What is the mission?”

                “Find a way into Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore. I cannot do either. I am not a killer, nor do I condone child massacres.”

                Harry turned to his husband, “Is he sincere?”

                Severus nodded his head, “it is truth he speaks. Voldemort wanted to punish Lucius for his failure in the Department of Mysteries. If he does not accomplish his task, he will die.”

                Harry sat on the couch next to Draco. He reached for the other teen’s arm, only to have it jerked out of reach. Harry blew out a sigh, “If you want my help you are going to have to let me touch you.”

                “Who knows where your hands have been Potter, touching mudbloods and blood traitors.”

                “This is not the way to ask for help, Malfoy. Give me your hand if you want to live.” Harry waited patiently for the pale arm to be out stretched to him. After waiting several minutes, Severus stalked over to his godson and yanked his arm away from his body. He slapped it down into Harry’s lap.

                “You will not end the Malfoy line because of your stubbornness, Draco, and you will not make me grieve for your foolishness.” Severus turned to Harry, “Please help him despite his impudence.”

                A focused glare from Severus kept Draco’s arm in Harry’s possession. Harry examined the dark mark adorning Draco’s arm and noticed the subtle difference in the mark from Severus’. The mark didn’t move like a regular mark, it pulsed. Harry moved his hand over the darkened skin and touched the burned flesh. Suddenly the pulse wasn’t just a pulse it was a distinct heartbeat, and then is moved. Harry jumped as serpent shaped disturbed the underside of Draco’s arm. It bubbled the flesh and Draco made to pull his arm back, but Harry held fast.

                Severus was appalled by the sight of a foreign body inside his godson. He had not known how the Dark Lord secured a time line for Draco’s death, but he knew it had something to do with whatever creature was squirming and writhing inside his godson.

                “Merlin, that sick son of a bitch,” Harry exclaimed. He produced a knife from nowhere and started hissing. The moving serpentine form under Draco’s skin froze. Draco began to whimper as he saw Harry raise the knife to his arm. Harry’s eyes started to lose their color, the pupils turning white and the bright green fading.

                Suddenly Draco seized and stopped moving as Harry cut deeply into his forearm next to the creature inside. Harry banished the knife and edged his fingers into the wound. Blood began to leak copiously around his questing fingers. Harry suddenly latched onto his quarry and began to pull out a long serpent like creature from the wound. It was far longer than the moving shape suggested that was visible. Harry looked up to meet Severus with his pale eyes still unfocused.

                “Severus, when I pull it out, burn it immediately. The strongest spell you can control. You will need to call Madame Pomphrey as well.” Harry turned back to his efforts. His bloody hands gripped the creature as well as he could in the slippery life fluid.

                Harry was using both hands when the long pull of creature broke and burrowed quickly back into the wound. Draco came alive again screaming and writhing. Harry threw the long piece of creature to the floor and yelled for Severus to burn it quickly. Severus froze as he watched his godson in severe pain.

                “Severus! Now! Before the damn thing grows a head and looks for another host, namely you.” Severus jumped to action and followed instructions, even managing to run to the floo to call for Poppy. He raced back over to the pair on the couch to see Harry straddling a naked Draco.

                “What in Merlin are you doing?” Severus yelled, irrational jealousy making his pulse spike.

                Harry ignored his husband, “Severus, go get the strongest pain potions you have and healing salves too. Now!” Harry had to yell when his husband just continued to stare.

                Harry conjured restraints to hold the flailing limbs. He started pressing the inside tender flesh of Draco’s groin. His face was right next to the blond’s cock when Severus rushed back into the room. Severus’s wand was in his hand before he even took the picture of the situation in fully. Harry looked up and shook his head at his husband.

                “Sev, I’m not fucking him, I’m trying to save his life. I need you to look for any signs of the worms on the surface of his skin. I can’t put him back under again, he may not wake up.”

                Severus started to search in earnest for any sign of the creature on his godson’s body, but he stopped when Draco screamed and went stiff. He looked up to see Harry again cutting deeply and sticking questing fingers into Draco’s body. Harry grabbed hold of the thing ravishing Draco’s insides. He pulled again and Severus held Draco down. Soon Harry pulled the head of the wriggling creature out of deep leg wound. Harry looked at the squirming animal and threw it into the fire place. He sagged back onto his haunches taking deep breaths.

                Severus was too stunned to process what had just happened. He was working on auto-pilot, something he was very familiar with during the aftermath of raids. He lifted Draco’s head up and fed him healing potions slowly down the boy’s throat. Draco tentatively swallowed the potions. His wounds were starting to close when there was knock on the door.

                Harry was too tired to get to his feet. He simply waved a hand at the door admitting the Headmaster and Madam Pomphrey. He seemed to crawl off the couch to sit propped against the sofa on the floor. He lay his head on his bent knees and watched as Poppy did her thing, accessing Draco’s health and condition. He was a little concerned when Draco sat up and started to cough blood. He saw little white globules flowing out with the blood. He sighed and stood making his way to the potions lab.

                Nobody noticed, except for Severus, Harry move off to the other room. He couldn’t leave his godson at the moment. Poppy was frowning and looking confused at the medi-scans she was running.

                “It doesn’t make any since. His temperature is steadily rising, but the cause isn’t showing here.” She turned to Severus, “What happened to him?”

                “Harry pulled something out of him. He told me to burn it. It looked like a thin snake, like a tube. He had to cut Draco open in several places.” Everyone looked around for Harry, seeing him walking out of the lab; they looked for answers from the young man.

                “It was a basilisk worm. He wouldn’t have lived much longer had I not discovered it. It goes undetected until it matures completely. He was never going to live, even if he had completed his mission for Voldemort. Here,” he handed a vial with almost black contents to Severus. “He needs to drink this. It already started laying eggs; this will kill them.”

                Severus didn’t hesitate in upending the concoction into his godson’s mouth. Even when Poppy made a move to knocked the vial from his hands. Draco coughed and sputtered, but swallowed the awful potion. He was a good Slytherin; he would do anything to save his own life, even swallow that acrid potion.

                “Mr. Potter, would you like to inform me why you knew what was wrong with Draco? And what mission from Voldemort?” Dumbledore looked between the three other men in the room. Most pointedly at Harry than any other person in the room.

                “I learned about the basilisk worm, probably the same way Voldemort did, in the chamber of secrets. He either took the parasite with him long ago or found another basilisk to get the eggs. But somehow, I don’t see Voldemort or any death eater sifting through snake shit for eggs, even Wormtail.”

                “And this mission?”

                Harry turned a withering look onto the Headmaster, “That doesn’t concern you. Draco could have never carried it out and since his life is no longer in danger; it doesn’t matter.” Harry turned his back on Dumbledore and walked toward the bedroom. He stopped at the ominous words the Headmaster spoke at his back.

                “We will have a talk in my office on the morn, Harry.”

                Harry turned, “Yes, Headmaster.”

                Severus didn’t join Harry in his bed until close to morning. He informed his husband of Draco’s stable condition and Albus’ genial lecture of withholding crucial information. “Apparently Albus could have used the attempt on his life as part of his plans.”

                “How exactly would that have helped Draco or the effort?”

                “When dealing with Albus, it’s more about what it could do for him. An attempt on his life would have made him look like the conquering hero. He never confirms or denies whether he was a Slytherin or not. No one knows, I suspect a modified fidelus charm.” Severus smirked in admiration, despite his annoyance at the old man. He pulled the covers back and slid into bed, relishing the other man’s body heat against his bare skin. Severus pulled Harry to him running his long slender fingers down Harry’s chest. Harry moaned and arched into Severus. The crack of his ass lined up perfectly with Severus’ bare groin. His cock hardened in the crevice and he pumped it between the lush, soft cheeks of Harry’s ass. Harry pressed firmer and Severus humped harder, until a strangled, frustrated growl from Harry told Severus that his husband wanted more invasive attention from him.

                “Severus, please, I need you in me now.” Harry pleaded and Severus’ cock hardened even more. Harry rolled out of Severus’ arms and onto his hands and knees. He buried his face in a pillow and wiggled enticingly at his partner. Severus needed no invitation for him to rise and position himself behind Harry. Severus fingered the tight star he would enter and found that Harry was already lubricated and ready for him. He sank two fingers in and groaned at the rigid hold on his fingers. The muscles relaxed and constricted to make Severus’ fingers feel like that were being sucked by a mouth. He played in the hole for a few moments until another growl told him that he needed to replace his fingers with something more substantial.

                Harry wanted to cry when Severus plunged into him. His ass felt so stretched and full. Each of Severus’ thrusts made Harry feel like his insides were moving to accommodate the man’s girth. When Severus started hitting his sweet spot repeatedly Harry started to scream. The sound ebbed and flowed with each piston of Severus’ hips to Harry’s rear. Severus thought it sounded quite musical to his ears. He was playing a song with Harry. Harry was his instrument and his cock the bow. Each chorus was Harry lowering his head and moaning into the pillows.

                Both men felt a jolt through them as they neared their climax. Severus reached a hand around to stroke Harry’s cock, but his hand was swatted away. Severus thought the other man wanted to stroke himself, but was proved wrong when hands came back wrap awkwardly around Severus’ hips. Harry’s arms bent backwards with face jammed in between the now displaced pillows were a sight for Severus. He pounded harder into Harry. They both came at the same moment. Severus knew because the climatic clenching of Harry’s hole came simultaneously with his emptying himself into his husband. They rode their orgasms to small tremors until they fell to the bed exhausted and sated. Severus lay at an awkward angle still connected by the head of his cock trapped within the tightened confines of Harry’s ass. Harry laid flat, head still buried in the bed. Both breathed heavily as the only sign they still lived.

                Both men woke much earlier than they would have liked. Harry groaned when he lifted his head from between the pillows and felt like a truck had been driven up his ass. He wanted to smile at what caused the feeling but he was having trouble breathing with Severus’ weight still partially pinning him to the bed. He wriggled and wiggled and felt the twitch of Severus’ cock head pop out of him. That caused an unpleasant burn and clenching in his abused hole.

                Severus’ mouth felt like he had taste tested all his potions. His body ached at a level that it hadn’t since he graduated Hogwarts after the Slytherin graduation party. He groaned as his cock popped out of wherever he had stuck it last night. He tested his limbs by rolling himself over to the other side of the bed and off the uncomfortable lump he lay on. The lumped took a deep breath and Severus sat up to see the tanned perfection of his husband.

                “Harry what in Merlin’s name did we do last night?” He asked the moaning teen.

                “I don’t know but my ass feels like I took a truck up it. I know I enjoyed the act, but the after effects are decidedly unappealing.” Harry rolled over just enough to crack an eye to look at his husband. Suddenly it was time for Harry to shoot up in the bed.

                The shocked expression on Harry’s face had the older man worried that something had gone terribly wrong. He thought about it being his bed head, but the Gryffindor was eyeing all of him.

                “What is it Harry?”

                “How do you feel Severus?”

                “I feel like the truck you took up the bum ran me over twice. Now answer my question.” The command was professorial in its tone.

                “Go look in the loo mirror. I don’t think you would believe me even if you see it.”

                Severus moved to exit the bed. He placed his feet to the cold floor and shivered. He was grateful for the absence of the slight joint pain he had been experiencing because of his age. He stood using a hand to balance on the post of the bed and noticed his slender, stained fingers were straighter and the skin smoother. They looked younger. He made it to the loo and turned towards the wall mirror on the counter and gasped.

                The forty year old Severus Snape was no more. The man that looked at him from the mirror was his young adult self, but with some changes. Gone was the potion damaged hair that had survived his school days only to fall to his chosen career later. His hair was full and glossy black and wavy, instead of scraggly. His hooked, crooked nose that had worsened with fights as a death eater was healed and was only prominent on his face. The crow’s feet at his eyes were gone and face fuller. His teeth weren’t a neglected yellow, but bright and white. They were still crooked, but more pleasant to look at. His overall appearance was his teenaged self, but without what the neglect and abuse did to his appearance. He finally saw what his mother had squandered on his muggle father, the Prince beauty.

                He turned and headed back to the bedroom and Harry. “What have you done? I don’t remember you slipping me a de-aging potion last night.”

                “That’s because I didn’t. I think you were blessed by magic last night. I like it!” Harry smiled at his husband. “I think you will have a major distraction issue in classes today. Do you want me to call the Headmaster down?”

                “Merlin, No! Let the old coot choke on whatever sweet he happens to be sucking on when I enter the Great Hall.” Severus’ dark smile lost some intimidation in the younger face. Harry felt compelled to leave the bed, but his legs protested holding his weight. He fell back down on the bed with a moan.

                “Severus, can you get me a healing potion and pepper up?” Harry lay back on the bed and waited as Severus hurried out of the room. Harry only stirred when Severus’ beautiful hand shook him. Severus helped him sit back up and drink the potions. Harry was feeling much better in a matter of minutes. Harry wrapped his arms around his husband and nuzzled his neck.

                “Magic has given us a chance, Sev.”

                “What do you mean? I only see an inconvenient accident that is going to cause far more trouble than I would prefer to deal with.”

                “It’s not an accident, Sev. It’s a chance for us to grow together. To have a real life.”

                “What are you talking about, Potter?”

                “I’m Potter again, am I?” Harry detached himself from Severus and walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The locking charm Severus heard uttered made his stomach drop. Harry wasn’t one to bar Severus from his presence. He knew he should be apologizing, but for what, he had no idea exactly.

                Severus shrugged it off and started to prepare for the day at hand. He debated with himself about whether to attempt a glamour to restore his looks, but knew that somehow it wouldn’t work. Harry felt magic had blessed him, so he would deal with the ‘blessing’ and its consequences. He wasn’t surprised when Harry simply exited their rooms without a passing greeting or farewell. Severus felt a pang for the distance that had opened after they had become somewhat closer, but simply continued his last minute grooming. Although, it would take longer, now that he had more to groom.

                Harry walked slowly towards the Great Hall, but stopped at an alcove and simply sat to think. Why had Severus been so cold to him? Wasn’t he happy that they could grow old together and match each other more brilliantly? Severus was now roughly the same age as him now; it could be an opportunity for them to set aside their past. Harry felt like he was stupid for thinking that Severus had started to care for him. A few hot encounters in the bedroom, does not a relationship make, but Harry thought it was a start, but now…

                Harry restarted his journey back to the Great Hall, meeting Ron and Hermione on the way. They could immediately tell there was a problem with their friend, and it was probably stemming from his husband. Hermione was a little more tactful in her approach than the opening comments from her red headed companion.

                “What did the git do, now? Do I need to write the Twins for something nasty?” Ron grinned evilly at his friend.

                “Ronald Weasley, you will not attack a Professor! You are a Prefect!” She turned to her morose friend, “Harry, are you and the Professor having issues?”

                “I think that is a very shallow term to describe that my husband hates me. We were blessed by magic last night for Merlin’s sake, and does his heart fill with joy like mine does? NO! He thinks it a bother. It’s a bother that he will grow old with me. It’s a bother that he gets the chance to reverse the damage done by his past mistakes. It’s a bother for him to care for me!” Harry stopped in his steps and burst into tears. The surprise was that it wasn’t Hermione who engulfed Harry in comforting arms but Ron. Harry burrowed into the larger frame of his best friend and began to thoroughly soak the front of Ron’s robes.

                Harry pulled himself together right before a group of third years rounded the corner of the hall they were in. Hermione cleaned and dried Ron’s robes with a swipe of her wand. Harry looked up at his friend with red, puffy eyes and glasses askew, “Thanks.”

                “Not a problem, but you understand that I’m going to write the Twins that letter. You understand that this is personal?”

                “I do, but just don’t hurt him to bad, please?” Harry gave a watery smirk at his friend. They made it to the Great Hall to a quiet atmosphere. The trio walked to Gryffindor table and sat. Hermione leaned over to one of the Patil twins and Lavender Brown, huddled together.

                “What’s going on guys?”

                “You haven’t heard?” Lavender looked at Hermione like she lived under a rock and didn’t know who Merlin was.

                “What don’t I know,” Hermione looked affronted by the notion.

                “Draco Malfoy is dead. A third year Hufflepuff saw him carted to the infirmary covered in blood and not moving,” Pavarti spoke up.

                “No one’s seen him this morning and Slytherin table looks sad.” Lavender indicated the table of morose looking students, but that was their usual demeanor lately.

                Hermione immediately looked to Harry to see if he had any pertinent information, being married to Slytherin’s Head of House was relevant now. Harry shook his head in the telltale sign that he would discuss it later and he knew what was going on. Hermione nodded quickly and started on her food. The sudden excited murmurings in the Hall had every eye trained on the head table where a young handsome man in strict black robes was taking a seat in Snape’s usual place.

                “Snape is going to lay into that guy when he arrives,” Neville piped in from across the table. Harry looked up at the head table and wanted to smile but his feelings were still smarting too much.

                “That is Professor Snape,” Harry said, and stabbed his fork heavily into some eggs. This comment caused a wave of realization to spread outward from Gryffindor table. Neville looked faint and several girls were giggling and whispering. A few people even dropped food and drink onto themselves because of their shock. No one questioned Harry how he knew or recognized Professor Snapes identity. Harry did crack a smile when he saw Dumbledore take notice of the hubbub and saw his potion’s master looking twenty years younger and healthier than even he remembered the younger man in his school days. Dumbledore promptly started choking on the lemon drop he had just put in his mouth and Harry got up and ran from the room so he would disgrace himself with hysterical laughter.

                Severus was practically foaming at the mouth by the end of the day. No less than half of his classes were ruined by gawking and inattention to cauldrons. Severus had thirty-two detentions to administer and a completely ruin classroom. His classes would have to be moved to another appropriate classroom, but it would take weeks for the work to be done, unless he moved out of the dungeons. And, that was not going to happen, at all.

                His quick lunch meeting with Albus had gone better than he had expected. The old man bought the story that Harry was dissatisfied with his looks and had concocted a de-aging potion and slipped it to him. He was not going to admit to a magical blessing. Harry was still upset with him, but had shielded him from an unfortunate close call during class that afternoon.

                Severus had dedicated a portion of his brain to contemplating Harry’s reason for being in the mood he was in. Why would Harry care about them having more time together? Severus knew that his husband didn’t mind fucking him, but Harry had yet to express an intention to making their marriage ‘real’. Severus determined to talk to his angry spouse that evening. Maybe he could go into Hogsmeade before supper and get Harry something nice.



                When Harry walked into his rooms he quickly removed his uniform and changed into some comfortable muggle clothing. He wasn’t going to dinner. He didn’t want to see or hear anymore fawning over his husband. Severus was his, damn it. No one had the right to ogle his husband. Harry paced as he remembered the piece of cauldron that almost took Severus’ head off. He wanted to hex the hufflepuff who let their Snape gazing distract them in a NEWT level potion class. Harry had worked himself into a fine lather by the time Severus walked through the door.

                “Where the hell have you been?” Harry asked when he saw the traveling cloak and outer robes his husband wore.

                “You cannot be serious to think I would respond to that tone, let alone the language!” Severus pulled his cloak from his shoulders and hung by the door. He pulled a black velvet box from one of his pockets and thrust it out to Harry. “I was out, Merlin knows I needed to quit this castle after the day I’ve had.”

                Harry mumbled an apology and took the box from Severus. He opened the long rectangular box and gasped. There in the box lay the most beautiful piece of jewelry Harry had ever seen. It was thick omega chain with embedded rubies and emeralds. He touched the piece and wanted nothing more than to wear something so beautiful, but knew Severus wouldn’t share something so precious. He looked at Severus, closed the box, and started to hand it back to the man.

                “It’s lovely. A nice reward for the awful day,” Harry waited for Severus to take back the box, but the man simply snorted and shook his head.

                “It would be a nice present for me, if it wasn’t for my husband.” Severus walked to Harry and pushed the box into the younger man’s chest. “It’s yours, from me as an apology. I woke on the wrong side of the bed this morning, forgive me?”

                Harry was stunned. The necklace was for him! It was his to wear and cherish, and it was from his husband. He threw his arms around the dark man and buried his face in Severus’ neck. “Thank you, Sev. I thought that you didn’t want me anymore.” The words were muffled in Severus’ neck but he made them out.

                He pulled out of Harry’s arms, “Of course I still want you. You are an incorrigible slut in the bedroom, a secret genius in the potion’s lab, and if anything I can say that I even like you.” Severus actually smiled sown at Harry. The expression was absolutely riveting on his face and Harry felt his knees go weak.

                “Sev, I don’t think I will be able to handle this new you. My heart is beat awful fast and you haven’t even kissed me yet.” Harry only had time enough to inhale before Severus’ lips met his. Severus plundered Harry’s mouth like he was looking for better treasure than he had just gifted his husband. He did like Harry and he could get used to being able to sway Harry with a smile.

                Harry pulled quickly out of Severus’ arms and pressed a hand to his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, he knows. Bloody owls are too quick.” Harry wiped a small trail of blood from his forehead. “You’re going to be called soon, he is pissed. Thinks you know how to restore him and used it for yourself. You can’t go!”

                “Harry,” Severus sat him down on the couch and held his hand. “I have to go, for the sake of the cause. There is no other spy yet. Lucius hasn’t made his decision and we have to know what he is planning.”

                “But—”

                “But nothing, Harry, you know I have to go. I will be careful. I’ve kept myself alive for this long; I can talk my way out of his anger.”

                “Will you take an emergency portkey with you, please? I can spell one to get through even his wards.”

                “Alright, but I won’t need it; it’s practically a waste of magic. I can take a crucio.”

                Harry opened the necklace box and pulled his wand. He silently worked his spell and quickly put it on Severus. “Bring it back to me, understood? The password is Slytherin heart.”

                “I will, don’t worry.” As Severus finished his placating the black crystal around his neck heat to almost burning. If he still had his Dark Mark he would be in excruciating pain at the moment. He quickly grabbed his Deatheater robes and left the castle.

                Harry quickly folded in on himself on the couch. His head was throbbing, but he wasn’t going to take anything that would dull his senses when Severus was in danger. He quickly focused his thoughts and slipped into the monster’s head.

                Severus was fast as usual, but the sight of his young handsomeness enraged the tyrannical megalomaniac. He immediately cursed the man and brought him to his knees. Severus bowed as low as his body and the floor would allow. He waited in pained agony until Voldemort released the mild torture spell. Harry watched through borrowed eyes as his husband crumpled and endured the pain.

                Voldemort finally felt a little mollified after several minutes. “Severus, how have you accomplished this, my talented alchemist?”

                “My Lord, it was an accident. I was working on several restoratives for you, when an explosion happened. I determined that somehow someone thought it funny to booby-trap my stores. This is the result, but I cannot duplicate this, My Lord.”

                “Severus, you are a brilliant potion’s master, but anyone here can brew the poisons I need. Even as a spy, you have barely brought me any useable information for crushing Dumbledore and the Potter brat. Do you know what this means Severus?”

                “No, My Lord.”

                “It means you are useless. I seem to be getting fairly used to my new visage. I do not think I would like to look like an old fool or an inexperienced whelp, such as you. I think I command much more respect this way, so your services are no longer needed halfblood.” Voldemort raised his wand and Harry panicked. He pushed all he could through Voldemort’s mind and faintly heard the words ‘Slytherin Heart’ yelled over the mental screaming he pushed into the monster’s mind. Voldemort clutched his head and for once he knew some of the pain he cause Harry. Voldemort rallied quickly and closed his mind to the interfering whelp. When his vision cleared there was no Severus cowering at his feet. He reached for his tie into the man’s mark. There was no escape for anyone wearing his mark, but he felt nothing. It was like he had no hold on Severus, but that was impossible. He tried again, and then someone pointed to a glowing crystal on the floor where Severus had been. He picked up the glowing, swirling gem and it dissolved in his hand. His mark flashed for a moment and then was gone. Voldemort raged, but kept his shields tight, sparing Harry a gruesome headache.

                Severus breathed hard as he landed on the floor of his familiar apartment in Hogwarts. He did not question how Harry had circumvented ancient and powerful wards that even the Headmaster could not or how his husband prevented the killing cursed he saw brighten Voldemort’s wand. He looked up from the floor and locked eyes with watery emerald eyes and rushed to Harry’s side. The embrace was like coming home. He was safe and unmarked and it was all thanks to his husband, the young man in his arms.

                “Harry, thank you, I…” Severus was a loss for words.

                “I do not plan on being a widower at sixteen, Severus Snape.”

                “But you would have been free of me and this marriage?”

                “Severus, you are my freedom. You will keep me safe and I will never go back to those muggles. I am free right here by your side.” Harry kissed him and put everything he felt, all the relief, his hopes for the future, and fear.

                Severus felt everything through Harry’s lips, but pulled away as his mind started to work again. “Oh Merlin, Spinner’s End, I must secure it!”

                “What’s Spinner’s End?”

                “My home Harry. The only thing I have left to me.”

                Harry nodded his head quickly and stood, “Dobby!”

                The house elf popped in and bowed deeply, “How can Dobby help Harry Potter?”

                “I need you and as many elves as needed to go to Professor Snape’s home and pack it up quickly. And could pop up to the tower and bring Hermione and Ron here?”

                “Whatever Harry Potter needs, Dobby will do.” He popped out of the room and was back within a minute with two struggling Gryffindors. Hermione’s shirt was half on and Ron was sporting a fantastic erection in his boxers.

                “What the hell Dobby?” Ron exclaimed. “A bloke can’t even get a little—”, Ron shut up as he took in their location. “What’s up mate?”

                “We need to put up some wards quickly and we have to leave Hogwarts, now.”

                “But Harry my pants,” Ron whined as he gestured to his current state. Hermione aimed her wand at his crouch and he shuttered. “Hermione save that for privately.” He whispered on a moan.

                “Ron, conjure yourself some pants and clean up in the bathroom. Harry tell me what’s going on.”

                Ron stomped off to the pointed direction from Harry and launched into his explanation of the happenings, “So now we need to put some serious wards up and quickly to save Sev’s house. He’s shielding hard but that bastard will definitely burn that whole neighborhood to the ground just to spite Severus.”

                “I need to go back to the tower to get the book, Harry. I don’t remember the incantation right off the bat.” Hermione complained, but started pacing in her thinking pose.

                “’Mione I have a copy remember?” Harry calmed her panic.

                “I forgot, you have a copy of our book, sorry.” She looked around for Ron and then raised her voice. “It doesn’t take that long to cast a scorgify.”

                Ron emerged from the bathroom with polka dot pants and a grimace. Hermione blew out a breath and raised her wand. The pants turned a solid brown and Ron exhaled in relief. “Do you do that so I feel useful, or is because you real are crap at charms?” Hermione asked her boyfriend.

                “It’s this freaking wand. It was the cheapest one that worked for me, Mom wouldn’t listen when I said it was a crap wand.” Ron sulked. “I really wanted the black wood and dragon heart string core. It was perfect.”

                Harry made a mental note for later, “Can you manage the warding? You could try my back-up wand?”

                “I can handle the warding, but the extra wand just in case. How are we going to get to the Professor’s home?”

                “Dobby!” Harry called.

                “Yes, Harry Potter sir?”

                “We ready to leave now can take us all?”

                “Dobby is house elf sir,” the little creature sounded slightly affronted that he couldn’t fulfill a master’s needs.

                “Then let’s go. Accio spellbook.” Book in hand they were transported to a room of control magical chaos. Several house elves were levitating and putting items away in boxes. Dobby joined the chaos, yelling orders and directions.

                Severus only nodded when he saw that his possessions were in good hands with the elves. He decided to concentrate on the book that was so important. His students thought they could ward a house against Voldemort’s angry casting.

                “What is that book?” He asked the trio.

                “It’s our spell book. We wrote it out of necessity because of the adventures we’ve had and all the extracurricular research we’ve done. We are going to erect wards to protect the area that is considered ‘Spinner’s End’,” Harry answered his husband’s questions.

                “You’re only sixth years,” Severus said. He couldn’t even conceive of his brilliant self doing something of this magnitude.

                “Yes, Severus, but we’re special,” Harry answered. “We’re smarter than we let on, at least me and Ron are.” He smiled at Hermione, brightest witch of their year.

                “Harry Potter, sir, we is almost done.” Dobby approached the group.

                “Okay folks let’s do this. Sev if you would act as the focus,” Harry pointed Severus to the center of the room. “We need you to think of what Spinner’s End encompasses. The location boundaries. We’ll do the rest.”

                Severus was skeptical but he knew Harry had done things that others had tried to do for years and were thought to be impossible. He decided to just do the job he was tasked. The trio surrounded the concentrating man and opened the book. They started chanting at the first explosion. Voldemort was here. Severus made to move, but a hand at his shoulder told him to stay where he was. He thought about activating the portkey Harry had made earlier, but trusted the trio instead.

                The magic started to build around the four magical people and Severus felt his lower body react the amount of power, but clamped down on his rising desire. He refocused and rode the waves of immense power rolling off of the teens. Severus felt a snap in the magic, knowing that whatever ward they had attempted had been successful.

                The group moved to the front door of the little row house. When it opened it showed a group of concerned neighbors scrambling to help people out of a burning house and milling observers. There were no flashes of light signaling flying curses, only the flashing lights of muggle emergency vehicles. Severus sighed and leaned back against the door frame. He looked to his husband and uttered an exhausted, “Thank you.”



                Dumbledore wasn’t a very happy wizard. His trackers for three students and a professor had turned bright red and started flashing. The Gryffindor trio he so often led around had somehow slipped the leash and left the castle. The only Professor missing was Severus, but he was at a death eater meeting. Where could the bothersome brats have gone? His floo flared and Kingsley Shacklebolt’s head appeared in the flames looking harried.

                “Albus there’s been a deatheater attack at Spinner’s End. There’s a ward up and no one can get through. Houses are on fire!”

                Albus seemed to have his answer to where Severus may be, but he was still worried about where the troublesome trio could be. He threw the magical soot into the fire and called out Spinner’s End, knowing he was keyed into the wards, but he promptly found himself thrown back into his office. Dumbledore simply called Fawkes to him and flamed away to right outside the, even by phoenix, impenetrable wards. He was joined by order members and Ministry aurors. He threw a spell at the shield and it bounced off like it was nothing. Albus tried harder several more times, but got nothing for his trouble. The muggle fire fighters were on the scene and the fires were abating. Soon the whole of the neighborhood was a smoking mass of chaos.

                When the wards finally fell Albus immediately apparated to right outside of Severus’ home. He did not care whether he was seen; he figured the chaos would cover his magic. He blasted the front door open and entered the house. He searched the house and was soon joined by Kingsley and Nymphadora Tonks. There was no sign of Severus and no damage to the man’s house except where Albus blasted in the door. It was a frustrated Albus that returned to Hogwarts to find all the missing people safe and sound. Severus acted truly shocked that his neighborhood had been attacked. He feigned ignorance to him being absent from the castle when Albus insisted that he knew Severus had left the grounds.
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