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Recompense	By : Sparrowbirdie Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To all new readers: This is a side-story to Dark Lord Rising, which focuses on Severus Snape and his life post-war at Hogwarts. Enjoy!

Euphoria.

I remember coming into existence. In a split second, my character traits and my appearance was decided and settled. I held my breath, I curled up into a small ball. I waited. Inside my father's hand, I waited. I was plunged into the depths of my human father's belly. Into the blood, between the organs. Father's last gift to me, was a womb in which he encased me. I exhaled and drew down the vital fluids which I would be breathing for the next nine months, deep into my lungs. The opposite of coming up for air.

I remember how I spent the next days getting used to the rhythm of my human father's body. The heartbeats, his breath, the noises of his belly. I fell in love with his voice, these deep, male vocals of his which resounded throughout his torso. I fell in love with my human father's name. Severus Snape.

He dreams at night. He dreams of Lily and her son. Her son haunts him in the corridors of Hogwarts. He is not there. Still, he haunts him. Lily haunts him in his dreams. Regret and unrequited love whips him along through the dark hours of the night. He tosses and turns in his sleep, not yet aware that it is I who cause them to be more vivid than usual. This way, I learn about him. And I already love everything that he is, composed as he is together by fears, shattered hopes and determination. I see a glimpse of something, and I push him in that direction. Just a slight nudge. A dream – or rather memories mingled with a dream – in which Lily and James become an item during their sixth year at Hogwarts. My human father is shattered. His secret longing for her, with everything it contains, from daydreams of kisses and caresses to marriage and family, everything is shattered when she shuns him and starts going out with James Potter. I feel his shock. I relive it. His sense of failure. His anger and resentment towards his opponent. His regret of not making his love know to Lily before it was too late. The dreams of having a family obliterated. The slow and bitter acceptance that he will have to spend his life alone, because he cannot love another woman. The hopelessness. And yet he is unaware that I am to be his recompense.

I grow. Fast. I go from being a bundle of cells and nerves to become something with four limbs. I open my eyes. I see a great red with shifting hues. In the evenings, when Severus is alone with himself, he unveils his stomach and stare at his belly. It is still flat. He ponders the symbol growing from his navel. He touches it, strokes the skin with his thumb, lost in thought ans slight nervousness. He scourges through his memories in search of answers. I pause to marvel as the light from outside slightly illuminates my surroundings. I see the shield above me. The Trojan swastika spiralling outwards, growing. Pulsating. Just like me. An extra precaution from my demon father. A strong reminder of my heritage. My growth causes his body to react. It acts as if I'm an intruder. In a sense, I am. Severus grows tired very easily, and he is sick a lot. In the back of his mind, he is beginning to add things up, but chooses to ignore the obvious. It scares him. He does not like change. In any form. He has enough on his mind, he decides, and uses his strong abilities in Occlumency to hide his suspicions about the swastika. He is often in the presence of my opponent. Of Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Riddle is predictable. I already see right through him the very first time Severus takes us there. Riddle is nothing extraordinary. A human with magical abilities. And he is caught up in his own little bubble, leaving him delusional about his own importance. After some encounters, as both the swastika and I grow bigger, Severus gets more worried. More than he is willing to admit to himself. His body is showing him all of the signs. He rests a lot, he is hungrier but nauseous. My womb begins to press on his bladder and it also stretches the skin on his belly. He feels the slight pressure, feels the stings which come and go as his abdominal muscles begin to stretch to allow for more space. His body accepts my presence. It enhances his magical abilities. And he dreams of a child with black hair and big, brown eyes. Severus refuses to acknowledge the signs. Because he fears the outcome of the awaited war. He is mentally prepared for death. With so much at stake, he does not want to be hurt again, knowing he would have to lose a second time. I am curious of his body. I have vague memories of the things happening around my creation. Severus' body was on fire, his fluids flowing. I wish for him to relive the euphoria, however short it was, tinged with fear because of my demon father goading Severus' body to orgasm. I push the hormonal buttons, and I tease the fringe of Severus' mind. I notice that his heartbeat quickens, his muscles tense up. His feels good about himself. He touches himself. There is a surge in his bloodstream, the muscles in his abdomen clenches. He has shut his eyes. His hands roam his own body and his right hand finds his erection. There's a rush of lust, and his temperature rises half a notch. He erupts. The abdominal muscles clench about my womb, massages me and gives me a reminder that I am here on limited time. His breathing is still rapid. He sighs, and I sense that his stress-level has just dropped. I do this often, I manipulate his hormones at any hour of the day. I make sure he finds satisfaction. He is perplexed at the sudden change in sexual appetite, but he is wise and refrains from engaging with anyone. Not that I would have allowed it. I wouldn't.

I switch between keeping him in a state of euphoria and reminding him that he is mine. He is seriously suspicious now, understanding that my demon father in deed put something in him. He thinks he's possessed. By a creature he does not dare to name. I remind him that I love him, and I manipulate his body again. He feels lust washing over him. I make him feel as if someone is watching him, taking pleasure in making him do this. It excites him. I am the lord of his body.

The moment comes. It is May 2^nd^,, and Harry Potter appears in the great hall at Hogwarts. Father's relief of seeing him alive and well is comparable only to the sudden panic which wells up in him at the same time. He is very aware of the Carrows standing behind him. He is very aware of the animosity of the staff towards him, as well as the student body. McGonagall stands up between them, and Severus is relieved, knowing that he won't have to do anything against Potter. He flees from the scene. War at Hogwarts breaks out. I sense the deaths. I hold very still and pretend I am not there, for Father's sake. I need for him to be safe, here, surrounded by his enemies as he walks among the Death Eaters overseeing the battle. He takes no active part in it, and stays in Voldemort's circle. I sense the presence of my demon father in the vicinity. Neither he assumes an active part. Severus is summoned to Voldemort in the boathouse. The very moment has come. This moment had two options a while ago. Two outcomes. But because of my demon father's compassion with the young man with blond hair which is now his slave, my Severus will survive. I have been given to him. I will shield him. I will put a stopper in death. Severus' heart is racing fast as he walks inside. He's a little out of breath but quickly regains his composure. I prepare myself. Presence and future is one, at this stage. Words fall from their mouths. I feel anxiety growing within my father's body. He starts to realise that this is the moment – his last moment. Voldemort has planned this and lured him here. If he runs now, Dumbledore's plan will have failed. Lily's death will have been in vain. I close my eyes and I see Voldemort speak. I see the way he clutches his fingers around his wand – the Elder wand – and prepares for what he thinks must be done. The muscles in his arms prepare. It's a small, almost undetectable motion and my Father does not see it. But I see it. And as he clenches his fingers around the wand, I summon the magic with the help of the swastika. I raise the shield in front of Severus. I watch as Voldemort, in slow motion, flicks his wand and flings it towards my father. The curse bounces off back towards its master. A wound opens in Voldemort's throat. His face blooms in surprise and horror as he feels the pain. The blood pours and he stumbles backwards. He gurgles, wants to shout 'traitor!' Already seeing what whe will do before he knows himself, I reach into the snake's mind – and I break her confidence. I remind her of what she's dealing with. The realisation hits her as she lunges towards Severus. She bounces of the shield which I keep strong. My Father tumbles backwards, fumbles after his wand. He has been caught unawares. Less confident, Nagini continues to attack, driven as she is by her primal instincts. Both Voldemort and Severus stare in bewilderment as they see the snake bounce off some invisible shield a second time. My conviction is strong. She senses my presence, knowing I'm just as much a predator as she is, defending its territory. I fortify the magic, redoubling it, making it impenetrable. I watch the jet of green towards my Father, I feel Severus' terror and realisation that it is the killing curse. He is in the middle of a nightmare. The curse bounces off and is projected out into the boathouse. Voldemort stares in disbelief and anger at my father. Nagini charges again, half-heartedly and frightened now, and again she is rebuked. Severus admits to being my demon father's slave. And he explains that Voldemort lost his allegiance the day he murdered Lilly Potter. After so many years, Severus empties his cup of sorrow and frustration. He says the words to Voldemort's face. He wishes Lily could have been there to hear him say those words, so he could redeem himself. He knows not that Harry Potter is outside, listening. Thoughts are racing in Voldemort's mind. Melchior the eudaimon and his affiliates are his enemies which – despite his best efforts – he hasn't begun to understand how he can defeat. He is surrounded by enemies, and this is the most deadly of them all. He panics and Disapparates. The last person on his mind before he leaves, is the new dark lord and how Voldemort can rid himself of him and open a door to his own salvation. The circle is coming to a close and Voldemort sets out to kill another infant. It's not my job to stop him. My place is with Severus. I must protect my domain. I remain calm as he is seized by Potter and his companions. The wife of Melchior's slave is amongst them. Suddenly, I am close to home. Severus begs Harry to take his tears. He lets them fall now, that he has allowed Lily to spring from his chest after all of these years. Severus senses that he has performed his duty towards her. The youths are wary and suspicious as my father is led back to Hogwarts. My demon father awaits there. We greet each other silently. He has already seen the future and shares it with me. My father is put in custody for the time being, by humans, and he awaits transport to Azkaban along with several other Death Eaters. He is a marked man now. Once my demon father leaves, there is not a single friend for him.

Azkaban. My father is put inside a cell. It is bleak, cold and draughty. It's a cell designed to kill people. The madness and fear of those who died here previously, still lingers in the wall. I sense death all around us. I am not afraid. Severus is. He does not want to die here, alone. I speak to him. He shuts his eyes and clings to his suspicions, hoping against reason and sense that he is right. He clings to the memories of Draco Malfoy in his arms, dreaming of the kisses and the hot body writhing beneath him. Alone with himself though, with all perils over and done with, it becomes clearer to him that he is not alone with himself. He cannot escape the signs now. I whisper to him, and grudgingly he begins to whisper. He's afraid of love. Afraid to be undone. Afraid to feel as if his skin is being peeled off his body, so his yearning for love will be on display for everyone to see. He is afraid love will once again slip through his fingers. He is afraid he will be powerless, that he will have to stand there and watch love slip away from him. He is... – he is...! The terror is like a ton of stones weighing him down. The thoughts of fright swarm in his mind like angry bees. He pushes me away, afraid I'm there, afraid I'm not. He attempts to build a mental wall between us. He wants to protect himself. I am adamant. He must know me. I am his son, and I love his body and his mind. I claim him, all of him, I own him, I pour myself into him unconditionally, mentally. I force my feelings of love for him, on him. I am determined that he will know that he is loved in all of his misery. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter comes to see him, and Draco Malfoy confirms it also. He kneels by the iron bars, his fingers clasp those of my fathers, he pours kisses on his dry and chipped lips. He projects his positive energy into my father. Draco Malfoy makes sure Severus knows he is loved. My father is grateful for his attention. It soothes him. Harry Potter sees my father. He feels compassion and rebellion all at once, wishing he could help. He does not know how to touch my father the way Draco Malfoy does. He doesn't know how to show Severus his adoration. Alone with himself again, I revitalize my father. I make sure he doesn't get an illness. Then comes the man with the Demonometer. And I am discovered.

Severus has no choice now. He knows what it is that he carries inside him and how it happened. He is confronted by my presence. The evidence is irrevocable, and all of his fears of my being there and not being there vanishes. There is only one truth. I am truly there, inside of him. The guards speak of execution. I speak of love to my father who is finally listening with his heart. I pour out to him all of my feelings towards him, and he almost crumbles mentally under the weight of knowing that he is loved by someone who asks nothing in return. I show my nature, that I consider his body my territory. I expect a conflict. It does not come. The words of the exorcist mingle together with mine and they come a haze in his head. But I am stronger. Severus cannot repel me. He does not want to repel me. He is delighted to be claimed. He gives in to the unconditional love I virtually rape his mind with. He shall know me. He must know me. All though we don't speak words to each other, the mental communication is intense. Severus' heart is beating faster and faster, the pulse drumming in his ears, drowns everything else. He pleads for mercy to the guards. To the exorcist. I sense that Severus accepts me to the fullest, and his inner joy of experiencing fatherhood is overshadowed only by the imminent threat of execution. He is accused of having smuggled a demon into Azkaban. The penalty for that is expulsion of the demon and death to the victim. My father sees no demon. He sees a small child in his belly, and he is overcome by tenderness towards me. He has put out his foot from the mental ledge in his head and has now taken the leap into the abyss, abandoning his fears. There has been little food and lack of sleep. It occur to me that his weak body might not hold on to me if its pushed any further. I can shield him from illnesses, but not starvation. I break us out. I tear at the bricks in the wall behind us. I manipulate his body, this time towards the gap in the wall. I fly us to the home of my demon father. I am in control. He is torn between the need to protect me, and to be protected. By the time I get him there, Severus is exhausted. Being too weak to stand, he holds on to my mind. It is his only comfort as he has understood that I have the strength he now lacks. He holds on to my love for him, an internal lifeline.

My father the eudaimon takes us in to his home. Severus is fatigued. He resists weakly, but then he gives in and allows them to take his wet clothes off. He is put to bed, to rest.

“Are you still there?” he whispers to me when we are alone at last. I reach out and pull at the fringes of his consciousness. I plough gently through the haze of his tired mind. His eyelids are heavy. His hands and arms are limp. He craves sleep, and before he slips off into sleep, I touch his mind and he knows I am still here. It comforts him. His last focus is on me, and I project images of my surroundings to his mind. He can see me in his head. He relaxes. He is mine and I am his. Forever bonded in euphoria.
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