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      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Neville_Longbottom/Ginny_Weasley, Hermione
      Granger/Blaise_Zabini, Luna_Lovegood/Draco_Malfoy, Pansy_Parkinson/Ron
      Weasley
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      Draco_Malfoy, Luna_Lovegood, Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Aberforth_Dumbledore,
      Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Neville_Longbottom, Ginny_Weasley, Blaise
      Zabini, Lucius_Malfoy, Arthur_Weasley, Molly_Weasley, Pansy_Parkinson
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      Non-Graphic_Violence, Bonding, Sex_Magic
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      Published: 2015-06-18 Words: 25678
****** The Final Spell ******
by Alisanne, lilyseyes
Summary
     With his last breath, Voldemort casts one final spell, a spell so
     horrific in nature that it will take a combination of ancient magic,
     sacrifice, and the Elder Wand to save the world from a gruesome end.
     Warnings: Character death (not Harry or Snape), AU, EWE, violence,
     horror, Harry is 17, ritual sex, semi-forced bonding
     Beta'd by the wonderful Sevfan
     Not mine - no money is being made form this work of fan fiction.
===============================================================================
The moment he landed, Harry stumbled, almost retching from the stench of the
Inferi still clinging to him. They had been all around him, touching him,
dragging him into the fetid water. He’d almost died. But for the headmaster, he
would never have made it out of the cave with its deadly lake. And all to hide
a ruddy locket.
Beside him, Dumbledore was breathing heavily. Clearly the Side-Along-Apparation
he’d done to return them to Hogwarts had exhausted him. He leaned against the
Astronomy Tower’s balustrade, eyes closed.
“Wow,” Harry whispered as his heart began to slow. “That was mad.”
“Yes,” Dumbledore said. “Rather more exciting than I’d hoped.” He smiled wanly.
“And at least you’re safe, my boy. That’s the important thing.”
Harry exhaled. “So...what were those creatures, sir?”
Dumbledore sighed. “The Inferi you mean? Oh, Harry. They’re truly sad, foul
creatures. Obviously, Voldemort created them to guard his Horcrux.” He patted
Harry’s shoulder. “In the future, you must be careful. If that Horcrux was
guarded so ghoulishly, then there’s nothing to prevent him from using them
elsewhere. Be very careful.” Dumbledore tried to stand, but fell back against
the balustrade with a soft moan.
“Professor?” Harry said, clasping Dumbledore’s arm. “Merlin, what was I
thinking? You’re sick from that poison! I’ll go get Madam Pomfrey--”
“No.” Dumbledore gasped, panting. “Severus. Get me Severus.”
Harry shook his head. “But, sir--”
“It has to be Severus.” Opening his eyes, Dumbledore pinned Harry with his
stare. “You need to start trusting him, Harry. There are things you need to
know. Things only he can explain.”
“But--”
“Please do as I ask,” Dumbledore whispered. “It has to be this way. Severus is
the only one who can know where we’ve been and what we’ve been doing. No one
else. Promise me.”
Trapped, Harry finally nodded, albeit reluctantly. “All right, sir. I promise.”
A sound from the stairs made them both jump. “Too late,” Dumbledore whispered,
a note of regret in his voice. “Harry, I need you to do me one last favour.”
“Sir?”
Dumbledore gestured towards a dark corner of the Astronomy Tower. “Put on your
Cloak and stand over there. Under no circumstances are you to move, no matter
what, do you understand? And when this is all over, remember: Trust Severus.”
“But--”
“Promise me, Harry.” Dumbledore said.
Heaving a sigh, Harry finally nodded. “All right, sir. I will. You’ve my word.”
Dumbledore smiled. “Good. Now go.” He pointed and, reluctantly, Harry slipped
his Cloak over his head and shuffled over to the corner to watch and wait.
And it was just in time. Only seconds later, Draco Malfoy appeared at the top
of the Astronomy Tower stairs. Behind him came Bellatrix Lestrange, a
malevolent look on her face, and two others Harry didn’t recognise, both of
whom had wands drawn and were looking around suspiciously.
In that moment, Dumbledore stood up straight, looking for all the world as if
he’d just been out for an evening’s star viewing. “My goodness, so many
visitors. Hello, everyone.”
“Expelliarmus!” Draco cried, and, horrified, Harry saw Dumbledore’s wand fly
out of his hand and land on the floor by Draco’s feet.
In that moment, Harry tried to move, to reach for his own wand, but found he
couldn’t.
Despite being disarmed, Dumbledore looked unperturbed. “Draco. Good evening.
What brings you up here on such a fine night?” Looking past Draco, he smiled
coolly at Bellatrix. “And Bellatrix. I’m rather surprised to see you here. Who
are your friends?”
Bellatrix cackled. “Sorry, Albus,” she said. “We’ve no time for pleasantries.
We’re on a bit of a tight schedule.” Leaning into Draco, she said, “Come on,
Draco. Do it. Kill him.”
“I...I--” Draco looked terrified.
Bellatrix’s eyes narrowed. “Draco, this is your chance. Do it!”
Draco swallowed hard, his hand trembling. “I have to do this,” he told
Dumbledore, his voice full of tears. “If I don’t, he’ll kill my parents. I’ve
no choice.”
“The boy’s too weak,” snarled one of the other Death Eaters. “Stand aside, I’ll
kill him--”
“No.” The word came from the darkness by the stairs and, as Harry watched,
frozen and helpless, Snape emerged into the dim light, wand drawn. He stalked
past Draco, Bellatrix and their companions to stand before Dumbledore.
“Severus,” Dumbledore whispered, and from Harry’s vantage point his eyes
appeared pleading. “Please.”
Snape’s face could have been carved from stone. “Avada Kedavra,” he said
coldly, and Dumbledore’s face contorted as he went flying over the balustrade
and into the night.
Harry couldn’t even cry out. Paralysed as he was, all he could do was watch,
helplessly, and, as Draco, Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters raced down the
stairs, being herded along by Snape, Harry began struggling to free himself
from the compulsion Dumbledore had placed on him, all the while mentally
screaming, I’ll kill him!
It was only moments until Harry was able to move but it felt like hours. When
he was finally free, Harry dashed to the balustrade, peering over onto the
grisly scene below. Dumbledore, looking like a broken doll, lay in the
courtyard, and already people were rushing out to tend to him. But Harry knew
it was too late. The fact that he could move meant Dumbledore was dead.
Howling his rage, Harry spun, racing down the stairs. “Snape!” he bellowed.
“You bloody coward! Come back here and face me!”
Passing through destroyed hallways with broken windows and shattered statues,
Harry had a clear trail to follow. He emerged in the courtyard, looking around
the grounds. Squinting, he saw figures running past Hagrid’s hut. One of them
pointed a wand at Hagrid’s hut, making it burst into flames. Growling, he
chased after them, screaming.
Harry could clearly hear Bellatrix’ cackling even before he spotted her doing a
macabre dance before Hagrid’s flaming hut. “We killed Dumbledore!” she shouted,
arms raised.
“Crucio!” Harry shouted.
Bellatrix stopped capering immediately, spinning to face him. “Does the puppy
want to play?” she screeched, starting towards him.
“No!” snapped Snape, who was manhandling Draco along a path into the Forbidden
Forest. “He belongs to the Dark Lord! Leave him!”
Snarling with disappointment, Bellatrix nevertheless turned away, skipping into
the forest. The other Death Eaters scampered behind her, while Draco, looking
terrified, ran in after, leaving Harry facing Snape.
“You bastard!” Harry screamed, his eyes blurred with tears. “He trusted you!”
Snape simply turned away.
“Coward! Come back and fight me!” Harry was trembling with rage. “Stop!
Crucio!”
Snape’s long strides didn’t even hesitate.
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Sectumsempra!”
To Harry’s shock, that got a reaction. Snape whirled, his wand easily
deflecting the spell. “Oh no you don’t, Potter,” he spat, his expression
menacing as he advanced towards Harry. The only light source was Hagrid’s
burning hut, and Snape’s eyes reflected the flames, the fire flickering in them
making Harry wonder if he was a demon in that moment. “Try to use my own spells
against me, will you? You must have found my book.”
The breath left Harry’s lungs in a whoosh. “Your book? You’re the-- No! You’re
lying!”
Snape snarled. “You little fool! Of course I’m the Half-Blood Prince. There is
nothing that you could have learned from my book that I have not mastered.”
Shaking his head in denial, Harry shot hex after hex at Snape, only to see each
one deflected as Snape swept closer. Finally desperate, he cried, “Cru--”
“Enough!” Snape roared and Harry’s wand bounced from his hand to land in the
grass. Another complicated swish of Snape’s wand and Harry found himself flat
on his back, staring up at the starry night, the Dark Mark hovering over all.
When Snape reached him he bent over him, sneering. “You fool. You broadcast
every move you’re about to make. You need to close your mouth and use your
mind. Now stay down before I’m forced to truly hurt you.”
Harry’s mouth worked but he couldn’t say a word, something stopping him. Snape
smirked. Rising, he loomed over Harry for a moment before kicking Harry’s wand
even further away into the grass. Hissing some parting words, Snape spun on his
heel and hurried for the forest, Harry wordlessly watching him go. It was a
long time before he could move.
===============================================================================
Severus was still trembling with reaction when he landed at Malfoy Manor, Draco
in tow. Tightly shielded, he dragged Draco with him as he went to report to the
Dark Lord. He had done his best to make Harry Potter hate him and there was no
going back. He’ll never forgive me, and I can’t say I blame him, he thought
bleakly as they walked into the Manor. Yet it took immense effort to banish the
mental image of Harry’s tear-streaked face.
Pausing before the grand doors, Severus squared his shoulders and pushed them
open.
Bellatrix was already there, naturally, describing the scene in loving detail.
“...flew over the balustrade and he was gone!” she crowed.
The Dark Lord’s head swiveled to face him as Severus entered. He had converted
Malfoy Manor’s ballroom into his throne room where he held his perverted court.
Severus hated it, hated everything about his situation, yet he played his
prescribed role.
Taking exactly ten steps towards the ‘throne’, he bowed, waiting for leave to
straighten up.
“Rise,” the Dark Lord hissed. His sibilants had been getting more pronounced
and not for the first time, Severus wondered if the creature was more snake
than man. Suppressing his atavistic reaction, he raised his head and waited.
“Tell me what happened, Severus.”
Severus did, reciting in an almost mechanical fashion the way he’d killed
Dumbledore. The Dark Lord nodded, his lipless mouth curving into a pleased
smile. “You have been a good servant, Severus,” he said, his whispered words
reverberating around the room. “I wish I had more like you.”
Inclining his head, Severus waited. His next task would require much delicacy
and it would probably not be long in coming.
“Draco.” The Dark Lord’s tone had gone low, dangerous. “Step forward.”
Draco was trembling, and it didn’t take any Legilimency skills at all to sense
his terror. Out of the corner of his eye, Severus could see Narcissa behind
several Death Eaters, face whiter than usual. She was holding herself rigidly,
and Severus imagined she was terrified for her son. As well she should be.
“Come here!” The Dark Lord’s voice rang with power and Severus sensed an ache
in his Dark Mark.
Moaning, Draco clutched his left arm and stumbled forward.
“That’s better.” The Dark Lord rose and Severus knew it was going to be bad. He
could do nothing yet, however. It was too soon. Draco would have to tolerate
what was to come on his own. And Severus dared not look away lest that be
interpreted as weakness.
“You failed me, Draco. I set you a task and you could not do it.”
Draco, wisely, did not argue. “Yes, my Lord.”
“As I’m sure you know, you must be punished.” The Dark Lord was circling Draco,
the look on his face sly, acquisitive. “You were lucky that Severus performed
your task for you or it could have been worse. Much worse.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“So what shall I do with you, hm?” The Dark Lord was playing. These moments had
always sickened Severus and that one was no exception. “How shall I drive home
the lesson that I am your master and you are to do my will in all things?”
Draco was shaking so hard that he could barely stand. Severus’ heart ached for
him.
The Dark Lord raised his wand and Severus, knowing it would do no good,
nevertheless braced himself for what was to come. “Crucio!”
Screaming, Draco dropped to his knees, his body convulsing as the spell
scattered pain through him. Severus closed his eyes. He knew that what was only
a few seconds felt like decades.
After far too long the screaming cut off. Opening his eyes, Severus looked down
at Draco, who was limp on the floor. The pungent smell of urine assailed him
and yet he somehow, with effort, managed to keep his face expressionless.
The Dark Lord had resumed his seat and was staring at Draco. “Now what shall I
do with you?” he said.
Draco, moving stiffly, raised his head to look at him, the expression in his
eyes almost indescribable.
The Dark Lord laughed. “Oh, you cannot have thought that was going to be my
only punishment? Oh no, you must learn this lesson well.”
Looking around, he surveyed his motley court. His gaze lingered on Greyback and
Severus’ blood went cold. No. Dear Merlin, please no. He knew better than to
speak, but he did clear his throat softly.
He may as well have shouted. The Dark Lord immediately looked towards him.
“Yes, Severus? You have something to say?”
It was going to be as careful a negotiation as Severus had ever managed. Heart
pounding, Severus said, “No, my Lord. I only await your judgement.”
“And yet you have always been a trusted and valuable ally, Severus.” The Dark
Lord smiled. “And you have some rights in this case. After all, you were forced
to step in and perform my will when young Malfoy here could not. You may
speak.”
Severus inclined his head. As he’d hoped, the Dark Lord was making his case for
him. Now I need a tiny push-- “As you say, my Lord, I fulfilled Draco’s task.
If it’s your will, I would be happy to offer my assistance in determining his
punishment.”
“I’m sure.” The Dark Lord smirked and Severus once again fought his instinct to
shudder. The Dark Lord knew Severus’ preferences, of course. That secret would
have been impossible to keep given how many of his housemates in Hogwarts had
known. In fact, that knowledge had been the reason the Dark Lord had been so
dismissive of Severus’ attachment to Lily. “Well, I had thought to gift him to
Fenrir, but he is so hard on his toys sometimes.”
Fenrir shot a look of pure rage at Severus, who ignored him. There had never
been any love between them, and this wouldn’t change their relationship one
whit.
“Very well.” The Dark Lord rose and, stepping over Draco, started for the door.
“He is yours, Severus. Just be sure not to damage him too much.”
Severus’ knees almost gave out but he somehow managed to mumble some
appropriate thanks before the Dark Lord was gone. Narcissa, following in the
crowd of Death Eaters, turned to look at him. The expression of gratitude in
her eyes, quickly banked, made him blink.
Once they were alone, Severus snapped, “Get up, Draco.”
Draco stumbled to his feet.
“I cannot help you walk,” Severus muttered. “No one must suspect that I will be
anything less than appropriately harsh with you.”
Draco nodded. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Severus snorted, starting for the door. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “We’re
not entirely out of the woods.” But after he’d taken Draco back to his own
rooms, fed him Pain Potions and Nerve-Repair Tonic, and put him to bed, Severus
had time to think.
His thoughts once again turned to Harry Potter and, sighing, he buried his face
in his hands. Despite the dire circumstances, he found himself wishing it was
Potter lying in his bed. Then, he shook his head. Then we’d be in even worse
shape. No, things are as they should be. I just hope Potter is able to fulfil
his tasks adequately.
===============================================================================
Harry paced the length of Dudley’s second bedroom, the air heavy in the heat of
the afternoon. Sleep had eluded him since his return to Privet Drive three days
before. Conflicting memories, thoughts, and feelings twisted inside him in an
endless circle.
Dumbledore’s death, the mad dash across the lawn, and the crushing despair
Harry felt in the aftermath all contributed to his mental state. Trust Severus,
only Severus. Dumbledore’s voice seemed to haunt him, even as Harry remembered
Snape’s parting words on lawn below Hogwart’s castle. "No Unforgivable Curses
from you, Potter!” he’d sneered. ”Blocked again and again, until you learn to
keep your mouth shut and your mind closed!”
There had been such hatred behind the words, but the look of utter pain and
anguish in Snape's eyes were what had stayed with Harry, plaguing his few
moments of snatched sleep. The more he reflected on everything that happened,
on Dumbledore's steadfast trust of Snape and the strange emotions Snape seemed
so good at stirring up in Harry, the more confused he became.
Not to mention the embarrassing dreams. Harry flushed. He was having them
almost every night, and from what he could remember, they featured a dark-
haired man, long slender fingers, and Harry's cock. Those can’t have anything
to do with Snape. I’m just...traumatised.
Shivering despite the heat, Harry ran his thumb over the fourth finger of his
right hand, the jagged scab reminding him of the piece of mirror he’d
discovered sitting on top of the stack of Daily Prophets. Harry turned from the
window to glance at the desk, making sure the mirror was still there. The flash
of brilliant blue eyes that he'd seen earlier reminded him of Dumbledore's, and
a wave of grief flowed through him.
Getting up, Harry picked up the mirror, closing his hand gently around it. The
glass seemed to warm in his hand, as if trying to comfort him, and he slipped
it into his pocket without noticing the flash of black that crossed the
surface. Maybe if I keep the mirror with me, it’ll be like having a piece of
Sirius and Dumbledore with me.
"BOY!"
Uncle Vernon's bellow interrupted his thoughts and Harry straightened up
slowly. It was time to say goodbye, finally, to the Dursleys and the life he’d
lived in this place. He had no sentimental attachment to a room, a house that
was never a home to him. Harry glanced around the room one more time, making
sure he had all his possessions, knowing that he’d never willingly return there
again.
He had work to do.
===============================================================================
Severus watched as Harry Potter walked towards them, reaching for the mirror.
He looked gaunt and exhausted, no doubt dealing with grief on top of the
pressure of being the Chosen One. He was silent as the mirror went dark, no
doubt having been placed inside a bag or pocket. Closing his eyes tightly for a
moment, Severus willed away any trace of emotion before looking up at the old
man standing in front of him. He studied the thin face, avoiding the bright
blue eyes the man had in common with his older brother.
"Why did you show me this, Aberforth?" Severus asked quietly, hand curling
around the mirror.
The blue eyes studied him. "We've known each other for a long time, Severus.
From the early days with the Order, when no one but Albus trusted you, through
the years of procuring your more dodgy potion ingredients, to helping you back
into Hogwarts after your Dark Lord's return." Aberforth Dumbledore paused,
looking around the dingy room. "I also know what really happened with Albus and
what he asked of you. And I know what he asked of that boy, too." His gaze
returned to Severus. "I bought that mirror off Mundungus Fletcher. He stole it
from Sirius Black's house after his death. Apparently Potter has the other one,
and Albus asked me to keep an eye on the boy through it."
Severus lifted his hand, extending the mirror towards Aberforth. "Then you need
to keep it."
Aberforth shook his head. "I believe you’ll have more use for it than I do,
Severus. You're the one who vowed to protect him, not me."
"A vow that died with…"
Aberforth barked out a harsh laugh. "You're in a tenuous position, Headmaster,
and you're going to need all the help you can get from me! I don't mind doing
what I need to, but you are better equipped to help Potter than I am."
Severus held his hand steady. "He'll never accept my help, especially after
what I had to do to Albus--"
Aberforth crossed his arms over his chest and gave Severus a look that bordered
on leering. "Oh, I think he'd take just about anything you might give him,
Severus, after a bit of persuasion."
"How would you know that?" Severus snapped harshly, his gut tensing.
"The boy talks in his sleep," was Aberforth's cryptic response.
The Dark Mark on his forearm flared with heat and Severus grimaced. "It's
time." He yanked on Aberforth's arm and slapped the mirror into his hand.
"They’re moving Potter to an Order safe house tonight and I’m expected to help
hunt him down."
Aberforth grabbed his sleeve, halting his movement and Severus turned back to
look at him. "You don't have to do this, then," he sneered, making a sweeping
motion with his hand. "As you've said, you've done everything my brother asked
of you, and since he didn't trust you with the assignment he gave Potter – a
mere boy! – you could walk away now without any guilt."
Severus looked at him, covering the surprise he felt with a corresponding
sneer. "Potter doesn't have the intelligence to--"
Aberforth dropped his sleeve and fisted his hand in the front of Severus'
robes, dragging him around until they were face to face again. "Albus was
right,” he hissed. “You do care for the boy!"
"I do nothing of the sort!" Severus spat. "You're crazy, old man!"
"And I've seen you in your cups more times than I can count! I know you better
than you think, as we share many of the same demons, things that Albus never
tried to understand about either of us!" Aberforth’s eyes pinned him. "If the
boy means something to you, then you need to stake your claim now, and I
believe you'll find he's not indifferent to you."
Severus tore himself from Aberforth. "I have no idea what you are talking
about!"
Aberforth thrust the mirror into Severus' hand. "Take the enchanted mirror,
Potter will never know you have it."
Severus tried to pull back his hand, knowing where the mirror had come from,
but Aberforth was strong for an old man.
"Don't be an idiot! It doesn't matter who owned either of the mirrors, they're
both dead, but you are very much alive, and being able to eavesdrop on the boy
may help you keep him alive."
The Dark Mark burned fiercely and Severus closed his hand around the mirror,
feeling it heat up slightly as if acknowledging the change in ownership.
Pushing Aberforth Dumbledore out of the way, Severus schooled his face,
reinforced his shields, and Apparated to Malfoy Manor. It would not do to be
the last who answered the summons, even as the Dark Lord's current favourite.
His moods were volatile at best.
As he strode through the gate, Severus slid the small rectangle of glass into a
specially charmed pocket over his heart, where it joined a tattered picture of
Lily.
===============================================================================
Harry sat in front of the tent, glad for the Silencing Charm that kept Ron’s
and Hermione's voices from escaping. It wasn't as if he thought they were
talking about him when they sat in the corner whispering, nor did it bother him
when he walked in to find them snogging. Harry simply wanted someone of his own
to be able to sit in the corner with, to be able to hold and kiss.
The locket hung heavily around his neck, the Horcrux making his mood even
darker.
Reaching carefully into his magical pouch, Harry took out the piece of mirror
and held it in the palm of his hand. He hunched his shoulders so that the
locket swung forward off his skin, and he stared down at the dark glass, moving
it closer when several drops of rain splattered across the surface, quickly
wiping the water off with his sleeve.
"I feel bloody stupid, really," Harry started, taking a deep breath. "But maybe
if I talk about things, it will help me figure them out. I'm not even sure
where we are right now, but the rain just keeps falling and the creek keeps
getting higher." A sigh escaped as Harry thought of Ron. "We've also discovered
that the Horcrux in Slytherin's locket influences the emotions of the person
wearing it, drawing out the Dark feelings and making them
almost...overwhelming.” He licked his lips. “And it seems to affect Ron worse
than either me or Hermione, so I worry about it."
A cold breeze whipped up, stirring Harry's fringe and he paused to tug his
collar up higher, missing the flash of black in the mirror. "And this is just
the first one we have to find! Dumbledore thought there were four more, and I
have no idea how to destroy this one! It took a basilisk's fang to destroy the
diary, but I don't happen to have one of those handy at the moment." Harry felt
the frustration churn within him. "I've no idea what to look for, really,
except Hufflepuff's cup, and even then, I have to figure out where to look!"
Shifting his position, Harry stretched his back, wincing as the locket smacked
against his chest, bringing with it angry despair. "I think Hermione’s starting
to lose faith in our ability, my ability, to get this done, and I know Ron
regrets agreeing to help – neither of them counted on being cold and hungry,
constantly on the run." His hand tightened around the mirror, the jagged edges
sharp against his skin. "But at least they have each other, someone to hold on
to…" Harry's voice softened. "I'll probably die without ever shagging anyone,
or being shagged by anyone. And my dreams...Bloody hell, they’ve been all
about...that. It’s all I can think about lately. Makes me wonder what my dad
and mum would say if they knew I might like, you know, guys. Sirius would
probably be disgusted with me.” Harry closed his eyes, the words spilling out
in a torrent. “Sometimes, I just don't know how I can do everything they expect
me to, be everything they expect me to be--"
"Harry!"
Wincing, Harry looked up to see Hermione standing at the door of the tent.
“What?”
She smiled wanly. “Come inside.”
Nodding, he stood, slipping the mirror into his pocket as he followed her back
into the tent. As they sat down to eat, Harry silently took off the locket and
handed it to Ron for his shift, feeling guilty as he watched dread flash across
Ron's face.
Ducking his head, Ron settled the Horcrux against his chest before stabbing at
his fish with his fork. When the conversation inevitably turned to their hunt
for the Horcruxes, Harry wasn't surprised that tempers flared, but his whole
world tilted when Ron threw off the locket and stormed out of the tent.
Shocked, Harry could only watch as Hermione chased after him, and when he heard
the crack of Ron Disapparating, leaving them, Harry collapsed into a chair. And
now we’re two.
===============================================================================
Severus stared at the mirror, which was reflecting the ornate carved pattern of
the chair back behind him. The information that Potter had given him in the
short time that he'd spoken into the mirror was more than Albus Dumbledore had
imparted to him over the course of the last two years of his life. Not only was
Potter on the run to keep from getting killed, but he was trying to hunt down
Horcruxes with the dubious help of Granger and Weasley. Potter had mentioned
being cold and hungry as well–
"Phineas!" Severus looked up at the former Slytherin Headmaster’s portrait,
where a shadowy figure lay slumped in a high-backed chair.
"Yes, Headmaster?" came a drawling response.
"I want you to return to the portrait Granger took from Grimmauld Place,"
Severus told him, lifting his eyes to Albus Dumbledore's painting.
"But, Headmaster, their banter is inane and boorish at best! Why would--?"
"Go and report anything you hear back to me!" Severus ground out. "Whinging
does not become you, Phineas!"
"Fine!" Black snapped back, clearly pouting. "I will spy on them, boring though
it shall doubtlessly be!"
His office was utterly silent after Phineas stormed out of his frame, but
Severus knew every ear was listening intently. He thought he saw Albus' image
flinch slightly under his unwavering gaze, but kept his eyes locked on the
portrait. Many of the pieces of the puzzle that Severus had never been able to
understand suddenly made perfect sense. The memory of the confrontation he'd
had a year ago with Albus rose to the front of this mind. When he'd realized
that the boy had been groomed specifically for the sacrifice he would be asked
to make, Severus had gone a bit mad.
Obviously seeing the censure in Severus’ eyes, Albus’ portrait frowned.
"Severus, you don't understand the tenuous position I was in, the danger in
imparting the knowledge would put you--"
"I have kept so much from the Dark Lord over the years, Albus, how could you
believe that I'd be incapable of hiding the fact that you were searching for
Horcruxes?" Severus pitched his voice low, trying to control the growing anger.
"Yet, you readily burdened Potter with that information, and with a mission
that seems impossible for him to accomplish, all without giving him the tools
to help!"
"Miss Granger…"
“Is clever,” Severus allowed. “But she is a child. They are all just children!”
“Not to him.” Albus held Severus’ gaze. “He doesn’t care how young they are, he
intends to kill them just the same.”
“Yes, well I didn’t think you wanted to help him kill them,” Severus snapped
back. “If you’re so brilliant, why couldn’t you come up with a way to spare
Potter?”
Albus sighed, his eyes sad. “I understand your ire, my boy, but this is the
hand he was dealt. I think if you explained the situation to Harry he would
tell you his was a willing sacrifice.”
“One he should not have to make!” Severus cried.
“So your point is that life isn’t fair?” Albus raised an eyebrow. “All these
years and this still surprises you?”
Severus was seriously considering hexing the portrait when the hairs on the
back of his neck prickled. He’d been a resident of the castle so long that he
knew the chill that preceded the appearance of one of the ghosts and, eyes
narrowed, he turned to face the west wall just as the Grey Lady drifted into
his office, her normally placid face troubled. “What’s wrong?” Severus snapped.
“Those creatures you call professors are hunting the students again.” Her
expression hardened. “They are not of my House and yet, since no one defends
them, I find I must.”
The Carrows again. Lovely. Rising, Severus started for the door. “Where are
they?”
The Grey Lady floated behind him, clearly agitated. “The north tower corridor.”
She hesitated. “Headmaster, it’s that Longbottom lad again. He was defending
some of the younger students from being hexed.”
“Of course he was,” Severus muttered darkly. “He always is.” Shooting one last
look at Albus, he quickly exited his office, mind racing as he contemplated and
discarded methods of discouraging the Carrows without giving himself away.
Despite his status as a pureblood, Longbottom was hardly safe at Hogwarts. The
Dark Lord had instructed them that he wanted good little brainwashed students,
but Severus was sure he would tolerate a few casualties towards his ultimate
goal.
He arrived just in time, interrupting what looked like the beginning of a
Gryffindor massacre, with the students lined up against a wall and the Carrows
about to hex them. In a flash, Severus cast a nonverbal Confundus Charm on both
Alecto and Amycus.
Before either could blink he stepped in, assigning detentions in the Forbidden
Forest with Hagrid and ensuring that the Death Eaters believed the punishment
was more severe than anything they could have prescribed.
Two of the younger children had blood on their faces, the youngest Weasley
looked as if she was soon going to have a black eye, and Longbottom was
bleeding from his nose and mouth. Weasley and Longbottom had positioned the
other Gryffindors between them, and they were staring defiantly at Snape as he
dismissed them. A pointed look at Longbottom sent him moving as Severus turned
away. At least someone still obeys me.
His mind still whirling with the revelations of the day, Severus headed up the
stairs to the Astronomy Tower. Despite what had happened there, that was one of
the places Severus felt closest to Albus. The Albus who had played chess, spent
evenings discussing magical and potion theory with him, and who had prodded
Severus to find some type of happiness in his life. The friend who had believed
in Severus enough to trust him with his life, and death.
The evening was clear, windless, and cool. Severus gathered his robes around
him and, whispering the spell he'd created, stepped off the top of the rampart.
Flying in this manner gave him a freedom that made riding a broom seem crude
and usually gave Severus a feeling of exhilaration, making him forget the
worries of his life and situation. That night, however, Severus couldn't seem
to manage that. Nothing seemed to quell his turbulent thoughts.
Returning silently to the castle, Severus moved quickly through the hallways
and was relieved to close his bedroom door behind him without encountering
anyone. Shoving his thoughts to the back of his mind, Severus set a solid
barrier around them as he methodically removed his clothing, layer by layer,
and prepared for bed. His mental shields reinforced, Severus slid into bed,
thankful for the Warming Charm on the bedding.
As he settled on his back, Severus allowed himself a deep sigh. The luxurious
sheets caressing his naked skin were one of the few indulgences he permitted
himself. Even as Severus' mind relaxed, his body seemed primed for something
else and he found his hand caressing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. His
cock stirred as he carded his fingers through the crisp, wiry curls at the
base, and closing his eyes, he allowed himself the luxury of caressing his body
with his other hand, which began to move up to his chest towards his nipples.
Brushing across the nub, Severus teased it hard, before pinching it and sending
a jolt of sensation straight to his groin. His hand slid up to cradle his
balls, rolling them gently, before moving to the base of his cock. Already
half-hard, Severus gripped his length firmly and began to move his hand, adding
pressure as got to the top, dragging his thumb across the tip.
Severus closed his eyes, attempting to conjure the image of the lover to whom
his hands would belong. He had enjoyed numerous lovers over the course of his
life, male and female, some he’d chosen and some he hadn't. His ideal lover
would be male, Severus thought, his hands and fingers working in tandem to
arouse him. He would be responsive and appreciative, Severus arched upward,
repositioning his other hand to cup his balls, his fingers straying downward
across his scrotum. His lover would take Severus' cock deep into his mouth and
let Severus tangle his fingers in his tousled dark hair. Arching, Severus
thrust his hips, imagining the hot breath fanning across his belly and the wet
heat of the tongue swiping across his slit, then being taken deep inside.
Tugging on that hair, Severus began thrusting up just as his dream lover’s eyes
opened. Severus felt his climax rip through him as he imagined the desire
glowing in the green depths. With a groan, Severus came, closing his eyes a
moment later when he realised whose face he’d conjured.
With a muttered curse, Severus cleaned himself up and, turning onto his side,
tried to rest. It’s impossible. Why would Potter ever want me given all I’ve
done? And as he stared out his window into the darkness beyond, there were no
answers, only more questions.
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Harry stared miserably out into the darkness of the forest, Hermione's wand
clenched tightly in his hand. Slytherin's locket weighed heavily around his
neck as he pointedly ignored the sound of Hermione's muffled sobs, trying not
to think about the disaster that had been Godric's Hollow, or where
Gryffindor's sword was, or Ron's continued absence. All of their plans had
failed so far, and Harry was at a loss where to go next in their search.
Determined not to dwell on how little Dumbledore had prepared him for the task,
Harry pulled the mirror out of his pocket, cleaning the smudges off with the
bottom of his jumper. As always, the mirror seemed to warm in his hand, almost
as if the enchantments on it were welcoming him. Bracing his elbow on his knee,
his eyes scanning the trees around him, Harry began to talk about his
frustrations. It had become a ritual when he had the watch; at first it had
been just to stay awake, but eventually it had become a way to help him think
things through. Solutions sometimes presented themselves when he spoke out
loud.
"I know it sounds insane, but I wish I could talk to Snape," Harry said softly.
"Dumbledore trusted him and he'd be the best person to help us, but trying to
communicate with him would be too dangerous.” He paused as the wind rustled the
canopy of trees. "Of course, Snape would probably kill me if he knew about my
dreams – not the nightmares from him, but the other dreams, the ones I wank to,
where Snape is..."
A flicker of silver had Harry on his feet just as the glowing Patronus of a doe
stepped from the tree line, casting a bright light. Gasping as he saw the
perfect foil to his stag, Harry froze when he spotted a figure move in the
shadow. The man wore black robes, the outline of his body fuzzy, as if under a
Disillusionment Spell, and Harry felt a shock of recognition as he looked right
at Harry. The doe moved slowly towards him as Harry's heart threatened to beat
out of his chest, a brush of familiar magic tingling across his skin as Harry
held out his hand towards the glowing Patronus. He knew it was Snape in the
woods, watching him.
The doe had come for him and him alone, Harry knew, his fingers curled tightly
around Hermione's wand, its magic reassuring. And in that moment, he had an
epiphany. A doe. Snape’s Patronus is a doe. Of course.
Harry’s eyes widened. A doe was the perfect Patronus for someone who had been
in love, not with his mother, but with his father. The same way Tonks’ Patronus
looks like Moony. It would also explain why Snape hated his dad so much, the
same way Hermione had seemed to hate Ron when he was with Lavender the previous
year.
"No," Harry whispered past the lump in his throat, his fingers tightening on
the mirror still in his hand. "You couldn't have been in love with my father,
Snape. Could you?"
"You are an idiot, Potter!" Snape's voice had a tinny quality, the disdain
coming through clearly, and Harry's eyes darted to the figure still standing in
the trees. "Just follow the Patronus and try to use the sword appropriately.
And, Potter, don't mess it up!"
The doe walked back into the woods, a short distance from where Snape stood,
threading her way through the trees into the darkness. Harry followed, speeding
up as he lost sight of the Patronus, stopping the moment he stepped into a
small clearing. Whispering, Harry lit the tip of the wand to see a small, ice-
covered pond in front of him, with something glittering in the chilly depths.
The doe had disappeared, but Harry was sure that Snape was still there,
watching. His heart skipping a beat, Harry knelt down, the light from the wand
tip allowing him to identify the object as the sword of Gryffindor.
He closed his eyes. Of course.
The sword didn't respond to his magic, ignoring Harry's attempt to Summon it
and failing to even twitch when he tried to levitate it. His sigh became a
smoky cloud of breath around his head as Harry cast a spell to break the ice
before carefully placing Hermione's wand on a rock.
The air was frigid, and as Harry stripped off his clothes, he shivered
violently in the bitter cold as he stepped gingerly down to the edge of the
pond. The only reassuring thought Harry had as he slid into paralyzing water
was that Snape was nearby and wouldn't let him die. Probably.
Things went pear-shaped, of course. The locket tried to strangle him, and Harry
was grateful that someone was watching to be able to save him from an
ignominious drowning death. It was a bit of a shock to find that it was Ron who
pulled him from the liquid ice, though, loosening the Horcrux’s chain.
Gryffindor's sword sat on the rocks beside him as Ron accused him of being
mental for expecting Hermione, and Harry both wanted to punch him and hug him
at the same time. His emotions were already raw, worn down by frequent wearing
of the locket and the unexpected appearance of Snape, and it took all his self-
control to keep his feelings in check as Ron destroyed the Horcrux.
Watching Hermione’s face as she caught sight of Ron made him feel better than
he had in weeks, though, and Harry's mind was already skipping forward to the
next phase of their hunt. Now that we’re back together, maybe things will get
better.
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Severus landed on the Astronomy Tower, shaking with reaction. Idiot boy! He
almost got himself killed! Leaning against the balustrade, Severus caught his
breath, closing his eyes and willing himself to recover.
Watching Potter retrieve the sword had been far more exciting than Severus
hoped. While he’d tried to make the task daunting enough so that it would
qualify as a feat of heroism, thus making Potter worthy to wield the sword, he
hadn’t meant to almost kill him!
In his mind’s eyes, Severus could see Potter as he’d stripped to his pants.
He’s grown. And that was another problem. The boy was becoming a man. A very
attractive man whose appearance combined the best traits of his parents. I
can’t afford such thoughts.
Severus snorted softly as his heart slowed and he calmed. Potter’s whispered
question about Severus’ feelings for James Potter had jolted Severus into
speaking aloud, something he hadn’t intended. I wonder how he recognised my
voice? He shook his head. Perhaps he’s maturing. After all, he obeyed me
without arguing.
Fortunately, before Severus had been forced to step in and intervene, the
Weasley boy had appeared, dragging a dripping Potter out of the frozen pond and
retrieving the sword. The subsequent commotion that destroying the Horcrux had
caused provided enough distraction to allow Severus to slip away unheard.
A noise from the courtyard made Severus lean over to look. It was the Carrows
again: this time they were lining up several Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.
Not again. Shaking his head, Severus moved towards the stairs. He could
Apparate down there, of course, but he didn’t want the Carrows to be aware of
all of his capabilities. The time would probably come when he would need to
escape quickly.
Ruthlessly pushing all thoughts of Potter from his mind, Severus went to sort
out the latest mess. Yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but recall
the way Potter had looked dripping wet, practically naked. He’s not for me,
Severus reminded himself as he dismissed the Carrows and assigned several
detentions. Never for me.
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After they arrived in Hogsmeade, setting off the Caterwauling Charm, it was a
race to avoid the Death Eaters. And when someone gave them shelter, then faced
down the Death Eaters, Harry, Ron, and Hermione breathed a little easier. Once
they emerged from beneath the Invisibility Cloak and looked around, Harry
realised they were in a pub. “I think it’s the Hog’s Head,” Ron said.
“Goodness, that was close,” Hermione whispered.
“Be quiet! It’s not safe yet,” the man who had rescued them from capture
hissed.
Harry nodded. “Thank you,” he mouthed.
Huffing, the man gestured towards a table. “Sit. I’ll be right back.”
When he did return, he brought food, which Ron and Hermione all but fell on
ravenously. Harry, meanwhile, eyed the man carefully. “You’re Aberforth, aren’t
you?” he finally asked.
The man smiled faintly. “I should have known you’d see the family resemblance.”
Harry nodded. “We need your help, sir.”
“I’ll say.” Aberforth huffed. “You should never have come here, it was a
mistake.” He sighed. “I can get you out of Hogsmeade, but there may not be
anywhere safe for you in England.”
Harry shook his head. “I can’t just leave. People need me.”
“Do they need you to die?” Aberforth asked, face set. “Because that’s what will
happen if you face him now, boy.”
Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione were still eating, and while Harry was
hungry, he simply couldn’t. Facing down Aberforth had been draining, and even
then he wasn’t sure how he was going to fulfil Dumbledore’s wishes. “We have to
get into the castle,” he repeated for about the third time.
Aberforth shook his head. “There’s only one way in now. And since you seem
determined to throw away your lives--” Turning toward a portrait of a young
girl that was hanging on the wall, he said, “You know what to do.”
The girl nodded and walked towards the back of the portrait, eventually
disappearing.
“Was that Ariana?” Hermione asked, tone soft.
Aberforth nodded, turning away. “Yes, that was my sister. Excuse me.”
After he’d left the room, Harry exchanged looks with Hermione and Ron. “You do
see that we have to go on, don’t you?” he said.
Ron nodded. “We have to, don’t we? I mean, we don’t really have a choice.”
“You should eat something, Harry,” Hermione whispered as they waited. She
handed him some bread. “You must be hungry.”
Harry shook his head. He was too nervous. As was his habit in times of stress,
he slipped his hand into his pocket, fondling his precious piece of mirror. As
always, it seemed to warm in his hand, calming him. He didn’t pull it out,
however. He only spoke to the mirror when he was alone. Somehow those
conversations seemed...private.
“She’s coming back,” said Ron, and they all turned towards the portrait,
watching as the girl returned.
“Who’s that with her?” Hermione asked, squinting.
Harry blinked. “It...bloody hell, it’s Neville!”
The portrait swung open and Neville, looking the worse for wear but grinning,
stepped out into the room. Grabbing Harry, he enfolded him in a firm hug before
subjecting Ron and Hermione to the same treatment. By the time they separated,
Aberforth was back, scowling at them all.
“Hey, Aberforth,” Neville said when he spotted him. “A few more will be coming
through soon.”
Aberforth’s frown grew deeper. “This isn’t a train station, Longbottom. You
can’t just have your friends showing up at all hours demanding passage into the
castle. People are going to get suspicious.”
To Harry’s surprise, Neville drew himself up and faced down Aberforth with nary
a blink. “Nevertheless, they’ll be coming, so please send them through.”
Shaking his head and muttering, Aberforth crossed his arms, glaring at them as
they all clambered into the portrait. “Don’t make a habit of it!” he called
after them just before the portrait closed.
“What was that all about?” Harry asked as they moved through the dusty passage.
Neville sighed. “Aberforth just likes to argue. I think it makes him feel as if
he’s protecting us or something.” He grinned. “It really is brilliant to see
you.”
He’s changed. Harry thought, watching Neville. He moved like a man who was sure
of himself. With a pang, Harry realised he’d missed a lot. “It’s great to see
you, too, Nev. It’s been a long year.”
“We’ve heard,” Neville said as they rounded a corner. “We weren’t sure if it
was all true. Were you really captured by the Malfoys?”
“By the Snatchers, more like,” chimed in Ron. “They took us to the Malfoys.” He
grinned. “Harry even snatched Malfoy’s wand from him as we were fighting our
way out.”
Harry glanced at Hermione, who’d gone pale. “All that matters is we escaped.
And that Dobby helped.”
Neville frowned. “That house-elf who used to show up all the time wanting to do
things for you?” He rolled his eyes. “He was a bit of a nuisance, wasn’t he?
Kept waking us all up to ask you if he could do things for you.”
“He proved right useful at Malfoy Manor, though,” Harry said. “He got us out of
there before Vol-- he could show up.”
“How did he know?” Neville asked. “I mean someone had to have sent him, right?”
Harry frowned. “I dunno, actually.” His hand closed over his mirror shard.
“I...just wished for him I guess.”
Neville nodded. “And how about the break-in at Gringotts?” His eyes were wide.
“We all heard about that. Did you really steal a dragon?”
“Absolutely,” Ron said. He glanced at Hermione, who was looking better since
Malfoy Manor was no longer the topic. “Hermione was all for keeping it as a
pet--”
“Shut up,” Hermione said, shaking her head, but she was smiling, which made
Harry feel better.
They were approaching a light and before Harry could blink, Neville reached for
a metal handle. “This should be fun,” he said, grinning. “Follow my lead, all
right?” He coughed, face going red. “And, erm, you may find a lot’s changed.”
Before Harry could respond to that, Neville was climbing through the opening
and beyond, to his shock, Harry saw the Room of Requirement. Several familiar
faces were there, and for a moment Harry felt almost shy.
“I brought you a surprise,” Neville said.
“If it’s more of Aberforth’s cooking you can keep it,” Seamus Finnigan snapped
up at him.
Neville chuckled, “Oh, I think you’ll appreciate this one,” he said stepping
aside.
It took a moment, but when the rest of the students recognised Harry,
pandemonium broke out. “Harry!” several people cried, and Harry rapidly became
overwhelmed by people rushing forward to hug him and clap him on the back.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw Neville lean over and whisper
something to Colin Creevey, who nodded and took off. Bedazzled by the exuberant
greeting, Harry spared no more thought about it until the door opened and Ginny
stumbled in. Spotting Harry and Ron, she licked her lips. “You’re safe!”
Harry, who’d been dreading that particular reunion, smiled faintly. “Yeah.”
Ginny smiled tremulously. “And you kept him safe, too, I see.” She nodded
towards Ron, who was making outraged noises.
“Oi! I did my fair share of saving, too, y’know,” Ron said.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
Harry coughed. “He really did.” He glanced at Ron. “I wouldn’t have made it
without him. Or Hermione.”
Ginny nodded. She opened her mouth to say something, but just then, Neville
stepped up beside Harry and, to Harry’s surprise, seeing him was what made
Ginny’s face light up. “Nev,” she breathed.
Neville shot a troubled look Harry’s way. “Hey.” He coughed. “So, give us a
moment, will you, you lot? I need to talk to Harry.”
The students, all muttering, nevertheless withdrew for a moment. Ginny moved
closer, as did Ron and Hermione. Soon, they were standing in their own little
circle. “What’s this about?” asked Ron, breaking the silence, looking
suspiciously back and forth between Ginny and Neville.
Neville sighed. “Before you tell us all the plan, Harry, I figured we should
clear the air.” Glancing towards Ginny, he bit his lip. “I know you and Ginny
were...an item before you left. I just thought you should know that we...she
and I--”
“I’m with Neville now,” Ginny blurted, clasping Neville’s hand and moulding
herself to his side. “Have been for most of this year.” Her gaze turned
pleading as she stared at Harry. “Please don’t be upset! I know I said I’d
wait, but--”
As Ron and Hermione pointedly withdrew, Harry closed his eyes, relieved. “I
never intended to hold you to that, Ginny, you know that.” Exhaling, he opened
his eyes and smiled at them, genuinely pleased for them. “Neville is brilliant.
I think he’s perfect for you.”
Neville’s eyes widened, then narrowed. Shaking his head, he said. “Well, I was
prepared to fight for her, so I’m glad it won’t come to that.” He extended his
hand.
Harry laughed, accepting the handshake. “Something tells me we’re all about to
fight for what we love.” Reaching for Ginny, he hugged her. “I really am glad
for you,” he whispered.
She smiled at him, clearly relieved, and, as Neville drew back to give them a
moment, she continued, “Although now I’m wondering if I should be upset that
you let me go so easily. Are you interested in someone else, Harry?”
Blushing, Harry pulled away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he
said, ignoring the almost overwhelming urge to check his pocket for his mirror.
“Uh huh.” Tossing her hair, she said loudly, “All right, everyone. Harry’s
back, so you know what that means. Time to get this done.” And, as everyone
gathered around, she said, “Right, Harry. What’s the plan?”
===============================================================================
Severus stared into the mirror, the light filtering through in flashes as the
voices continued their muffled conversation. His heart soared upon hearing that
Harry was safely back in the castle along with his entourage.
Closing his eyes briefly, Severus allowed himself to indulge in a moment of
relief. The influx of emotions the knowledge of Harry’s presence in the school
brought him was...humbling. Tamping down the feelings, Severus straightened his
shoulders and stepped out of the shadowy alcove where he'd hidden. He knew that
the Carrows were on patrol that evening, and he needed to steer them away from
the seventh floor hallway.
Alecto and Amycus had become increasingly bloodthirsty as the Dark Lord had
grown in strength. They had branched out from targeting primarily Gryffindors
to hounding and persecuting Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws with equal fervour.
Fortunately, there was a pattern to their patrols, which Severus was depending
on that night as he headed down towards the Hufflepuff common room.
It took longer than Severus would have liked to ensure the Carrows were
finished with their sweep of the castle and headed back towards their shared
rooms in the North Tower. Surreptitiously casting a spell to alert him if
either Alecto or Amycus were to exit their quarters again, Severus strode back
towards the staircases. He'd worked too hard to have them discover him to be a
spy for the Light at that late date.
When he heard that Harry had started searching for Ravenclaw's diadem, Severus
wanted to make sure he had no obstacles in his way. It had taken many hours of
delicate negotiation with the Grey Lady before she’d told him where the diadem
was. Severus knew the moment he'd got near the fanciful headgear that it was a
Horcrux, his Dark Mark tingling with awareness, and he was careful to avoid any
contact with it. After levitating it to a safe, but obvious place, Severus had
cast a Notice-Me-Not Spell on it, before leaving the Room of Hidden Things
ready for Harry’s arrival.
As he moved towards the seventh floor corridor where the entrance to the Room
was, he heard footsteps coming his way. Slipping into an alcove, Severus was
not at all startled when he felt a hand press against his chest. He halted, the
magical energy unmistakable. Damned cloak!
Tendrils of forbidden desire wove their way through him and for just an
instant, Severus gave in to the temptation of just feeling. Then his hands came
up, reaching blindly for the invisible person pressed against him, the
slickness of the Cloak’s fabric sliding under his fingers. The hand fisted in
his robes, tugging him closer as Severus found Harry's shoulders, and gripped
them firmly. When had he grown so tall? When had his shoulders got so broad?
The arm that slid around him was a surprise, as was the thinness of the body
that pressed against him, the heat of it seeping through their clothing. For a
moment in time, it was just the two of them, magic entwining as they stood
pressed together in the darkness. So many things seemed to be communicated in
that instant: anger, gratitude, worry, despair, forgiveness, and hope. The
sheer rightness of having Harry in his arms was overwhelming, the erection
pressed against his hip unexpected, enlightening, terrifying and welcome.
"Are you tracking us through the portrait?" Harry's voice was husky, barely
audible.
"The mirror," Severus admitted, albeit reluctantly.
Harry stiffened for a moment, before relaxing. He nodded. "Of course. I should
have known. Then you know about the diadem?"
"Yes." Severus cautiously tightened his hold, allowing Harry to feel his own
arousal before easing back.
"Luna's talking to the Grey Lady now."
"Her name is Helena, and that won't help, as he took it from her years ago.
You'll find it where the hidden things are," Severus told him, the words
muffled against tousled hair.
"All right—"
A low rumble of voices reached Severus' ears, his heart suddenly in his throat.
Harry pulled back, but not before brushing his mouth across Severus' jaw.
Severus didn't have a moment to lose, despite an almost desperate desire to
hold Harry to him. He pushed the cloak off Harry's face, fingertips trailing
along his cheek, before pulling it back up and pushing him away, out of the
alcove.
Soft footsteps moved away and Severus caught the lilting tones of Lovegood
answering Harry's deeper voice. He lingered for several minutes before silently
stepping out to make his way to his office. A fierce burning sensation in the
Dark Mark on his arm stopped Severus in his tracks.
It had begun.
===============================================================================
Harry’s hands fought to staunch the flow of blood from the gaping wounds Nagini
left. Severus' hand came up, frantically grasping at his wrists as their eyes
locked. Silvery strands seemed to flow around them as Harry watched scenes from
Severus' past swirl in the dark depths.
"Harry. Here!"
Hermione pressed a vial into his hand. Harry took it, his fingers slick with
blood, never looking away from Severus. "Get the pouch, Hermione! We need to
stop the bleeding!"
"There's no time, mate!" Ron's wand was out as Hermione tipped a potion into
Severus' throat. “Episkey!”
Tearing his eyes away, Harry looked at his best friends. "I’ll do what I have
to, but I need you to save him for me - I can't have another person I love
dying!"
"Kreacher!" Hermione snapped tersely as she fished another vial out of her bag
and began to pour it over the wounds. "Call Kreacher, Harry, he can get the
Hogwarts house-elves to help! Snape’s still Headmaster and they’re charged with
keeping him safe!"
Harry didn't hesitate summoning Kreacher as Voldemort's amplified voice taunted
him. He knew he had to get the memory strands to the Pensieve in Severus'
office. He trusted Ron and Hermione, but wasn't as sure of Kreacher's
loyalties. He was a free elf and he could have decided that Severus wasn’t
worth saving. Hermione had joined Ron in trying to magically close the wounds
as Kreacher arrived with a crack!
"Kreacher, get the Hogwarts elves and help them get the Headmaster to his
quarters. Save him, Kreacher! You must save him." Harry's voice broke. Corking
the vial of memories, Harry leaned forward and brushed Severus’ cheek with his
lips and then he was off, running for the castle.
The secrets revealed in Severus' memories were heartbreaking and left Harry
grieving for him and Harry's mum, angry at Dumbledore's manipulations, and
saddened when it became obvious what Harry's role had always been. Even though
Harry had known he would most probably die in the battle with Voldemort, he
hadn't realized that his death had been destined from the start. Much like
Severus, who'd given up everything in going to Dumbledore so many years before.
At least Harry hadn't lived under the burden of that knowledge for years.
Slipping out of the office under his Cloak, Harry picked his way through the
littered corridors and out of the castle. Focusing on getting to the Forbidden
Forest undiscovered, Harry's mind swirled with images from his life and from
Severus' memories. All of the times when he'd been in danger and Severus had
rescued him, all the times he'd escaped death before. Still, it wasn't until he
whispered the words against the Snitch that Harry actually accepted the fact
that he was going to die. Alone.
His main regret was that he’d leave his friends and that Severus would never
know how he felt.
Finding Voldemort’s camp was anti-climactic. And while he knew what he had to
do, it took every ounce of courage to stand there as the green spell light
hurled towards him, his mind crowded with the images of his friends, his
parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, and, of course, Severus.
In the end, the dying itself wasn’t so bad, less painful, actually, than facing
Dumbledore in that strange train station. Head crammed with information, Harry
felt out of sorts as Hagrid carried him towards the castle, his body carefully
limp to imitate death, with the wand he’d taken from Draco Malfoy still held
loosely in his hand. It was agonizing to remain motionless as he watched
Neville openly defy Voldemort, and he marvelled at his friend's bravery as he
stoically accepted everything being done to him.
When Voldemort lowered the Sorting Hat on Neville’s head, Harry almost smiled,
but stayed carefully motionless, watching through his lashes. The Hat will
always help those who are loyal to Hogwarts. Dumbledore’s voice resonated in
his mind and Harry hoped he’d been right. His heart swelled with pride as he
watched Neville reach into the Hat, withdraw Gryffindor’s sword and, with one
massive swing, remove Nagini's head.
While all eyes were riveted on that scene, Harry used the distraction to pull
his Cloak over himself and quickly slip underneath. His wand was in his hand,
and without thought, Harry cast the most powerful shielding charm on Neville
that he could.
As chaos ensued, Harry moved invisibly along with the flow into the castle,
casting hexes and shields as he went. Molly Weasley was fiercely duelling with
Bellatrix, Ron and Hermione standing side-by-side driving back a steady stream
of Death Eaters, but Harry's eyes were on Voldemort. Charlie, Kingsley, and
Slughorn were duelling him, all the others in the Great Hall dealing with Death
Eaters, giants, werewolves, and other Dark creatures.
Harry deliberately kept his eyes on Voldemort, not wanting to look at the
bodies that were laid out at the front of the room. Kreacher leading the house-
elf charge took him by surprise, as did the centaurs storming in, but it was
the sight of Severus that had the most impact. Harry had expected to find him
in the line of bodies, not standing amidst the house-elves, looking deathly
pale with bloody bandages around his neck. Anguish glittered in his eyes, but
his face was etched into a stony mask, and his wand was steady as he hexed the
Carrows and sent Fenrir Greyback crashing into a wall.
It was time. Harry took a deep breath and ripped the cloak off as he cast a
strong shielding spell. He ignored the cries of the crowd as he stepped into
the centre of the Hall, facing Voldemort. Buoyed by the fact that Severus was
alive, and with full knowledge of what needed to happen, Harry calmly took
Voldemort's taunts as they circled each other in the center of the hall.
Everyone else backed away as Harry made it clear it was his fight.
"Will your love sustain you again?" Voldemort sneered. "It has no power against
the Elder Wand! The Wand of Destiny is mine! I killed Severus Snape three hours
ago…"
"I am a little worse the wear, but I am very much alive."
Severus' voice was hoarse, but clearly carried to Voldemort, whose head whipped
around as Severus moved to stand behind Harry.
"Severus was never the wand's master, Riddle!" Harry stepped between them. "The
true master was Draco Malfoy, who I overpowered weeks ago." He flicked the wand
in the pre-dawn light that had crept into the hall through the enchanted
ceiling. "I am the true master of the Elder Wand!"
The red eyes seemed to flare with an insane anger just as the first beam of the
morning sun lit the Hall and Harry brought his wand up instinctively. Summoning
all his magical energy, Harry cast his spell just as Voldemort twirled, casting
his spell with an eerie green light.
Their spells clashed in the centre of the room in a soundless explosion that
blinded Harry for a moment. “Expelliarmus!” he screamed, even as Voldemort
shouted the Killing Curse.
The look on Voldemort’s face as the Elder Wand flew from his hand and straight
into Harry’s was almost comical. “No!” he screamed, reaching fruitlessly for
the wand.
Catching the wand in his outstretched hand, Harry watched Voldemort crumple,
his body beginning to slowly disintegrate. Behind him he could feel the warmth
of Severus’ magic bolstering and sustaining him as Voldemort’s horrible fate
unfolded.
“Not fair.” Voldemort’s lips were moving, though his face had almost
disappeared. “Not fair! You won’t win, you’ll never win--” With a gurgle, his
rapidly decaying body pitched forward. “Incedere Exanimus,” he hissed and then
was gone, disintegrating into dust.
The watching crowd erupted in cheers but Harry felt chilled. “What was that
last thing he said?” he asked, turning towards Severus, whose arms
automatically went around him, cradling him.
“I...” Severus swallowed, his voice hoarse. “I’m not sure. The Latin was
garbled. It was something about walking--”
“Harry!” Hermione grabbed him, hugging him excitedly. “We won! Isn’t it
brilliant?”
“Brilliant,” echoed Harry, although, as his friends began sweeping him away, he
glanced once more towards where Voldemort’s body had been, a frisson moving
through him.
The noise was a bit overwhelming: everyone was trying to speak to him at once,
and although Harry tried to smile and reply to as many people as possible, he
refused also to be separated from Severus, clinging tightly to his arm as the
crowd carried them along.
As a group they moved toward the place where they had laid their dead and
people grew quiet. Harry clung even tighter to Severus as he looked down at the
bodies. They had been people he’d loved. Tonks, Remus, Fred, Colin-- the list
went on and on. If only I’d found the Horcruxes sooner, Harry thought,
anguished. Maybe I could have saved some of them.
“It’s not your fault,” Severus murmured, obviously divining the direction his
thoughts had turned. “The Dark Lord--” He stopped and cleared his throat
deliberately. “Voldemort was mad and evil. You did your best and you saved many
people tonight. Including me.”
“Are you okay?” Harry asked, remembering just then that Severus had practically
had his throat torn out a scant few hours before.
“I’ll live,” Severus said. “Thanks to you.”
Harry opened his mouth to tell Severus just how glad he was that he’d survived,
but his words were cut off by a scream. They both jumped, looking across the
room to where Molly was sobbing and crying. Walking slowly towards her was
Fred, his arms outstretched.
“You wretched child!” she shrieked, running towards him. “I can’t believe you
did that to us.”
George’s mouth was hanging open and he was shaking his head. “Freddie, that was
not on, bro! Not sodding funny!” But he, too, was hurrying towards his brother,
a huge, welcoming grin breaking over his face.
Molly reached Fred, dragging him towards her and hugging him close. “I swear
I’m going to kill you for putting us through that,” she said, voice wavering.
Harry’s eyes widened. Something was wrong. Fred’s eyes looked...dead. “No--” he
cried, but it was too late. With a ghoulish grin on its face, the creature that
had previously been Fred lowered its face to Molly’s neck and bit her.
Pandemonium erupted. Arthur was screaming and George had his wand out and was
shouting, yet Fred didn’t react. He was making a red ruin of Molly’s neck,
however. Molly tried to push him away, but he clung, his teeth tearing chunks
out of her flesh, her blood spurting all over her clothes and dripping onto the
floor.
Hermione screamed, pointing, and Harry’s horrified gaze shifted from the awful
tableau of Fred and Molly to Remus and Tonks, who were both standing up and
shambling towards the gathered survivors. Like Fred, they had blank, slack
looks on their faces, their arms were outstretched, and their eyes were dead.
Fenrir Greyback, who had also been dead, was grinning ghoulishly, his dead eyes
focussed only on Draco Malfoy. He started ambling forward, arms outstretched,
and Draco, shaking, backed away. Harry could see him flicking his wand in an
attempt to hex the creature but it still kept on with its slow approach.
“Everyone stay away from them!” Harry cried, recalling Dumbledore’s words to
him the year before. “I think they’re Inferi!”
Severus groaned. “Inferi? Naturally. Voldemort always did specialise in the
ghoulish and horrible. No, Arthur, don’t touch her--” But it was too late.
Arthur was trying to drag Molly away from Fred, whose teeth were set in her
neck, and standard hexes seemed to have no effect on the creature.
It was Luna who discovered what worked. “Incendio!” she cried, and the creature
with Fred’s face burst into flames and began to burn. It raised its head and
screamed, a horrible sound, before collapsing onto the ground. In a second,
Arthur reached Molly, supporting her as she moaned and collapsed in his arms.
Spinning, Luna pointed her wand at Fenrir, who shrieked as he, too, was
enveloped in fire. Draco, shaking, blinked at her. Within moments, Luna was
beside him, and they were hexing Inferi together.
“Use fire!” Harry shouted.
All over the Great Hall people were casting Incendios, and for a time it
worked, but not for long. Harry glanced outside, his eyes widening. “Merlin,”
he gasped. “Look!”
Severus, who had been casting Incendios, too, followed his gaze and he groaned.
“They’ll crush the castle.”
Lumbering towards the castle were all manner of reanimated giants and other
Dark creatures that had served Voldemort in life. And apparently they’re going
to continue to serve him in death, too, Harry thought, a moment of despair
overcoming him. Great. “What can we do?”
Severus incinerated another Inferius before spinning Harry to face him. “Do you
trust me?”
Harry didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”
Eyes boring into his, Severus said, “Then hold up the Elder Wand and when I
tell you, cast Incendio.”
Harry nodded, eyes widening as Severus gripped his shoulders tightly and leaned
his forehead against Harry’s, closing his eyes in concentration. His lips were
moving but Harry couldn’t make out the words.
When Severus opened his eyes, Harry gasped. His eyes were glowing, his hands
like brands on Harry’s shoulders. “Cast it now,” he got out between gritted
teeth. “Hurry!”
Twirling the Elder Wand, Harry trembled as power poured into him. “Incendio
Maxima!” he cried, and outside the sky erupted into fire consuming everything
in its wake. The Inferi giants that had been lumbering closer all exploded,
collapsing onto the ground as fire enveloped them and all of the other undead
that had been approaching.
“What’s happening?” Harry asked, feeling as if his body was about to fly apart.
There was a rushing roar of magic in his ears and his hands were shaking.
“What-- How am I doing that?”
“I’m working through you,” Severus gasped, his breathing getting more erratic.
“Another of the...dubious privileges of being headmaster. If you would just
cooperate, open your mind to me--”
Consciously trying to relax, Harry gasped as power flowed through him, settling
into his centre with a warm hum. “Oh wow.” All around the castle, a shimmering
shield went up, and every Inferius that the others were still battling all
collapsed into burning heaps. Within moments they were ash.
There was a ragged cry of triumph from everyone present. Out of the corner of
his eye, Harry spotted Neville kissing Ginny, and Ron hugging...Pansy
Parkinson? He blinked. When the hell did that happen?
Kingsley, looking shaken, lowered his wand. “Can anything get through that
barrier?” he asked Severus.
Severus shook his head.
Kingsley opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.
“I need to get Molly to St Mungo’s,” Arthur cried, voice breaking. “She’s not
moving--”
“My Floo,” Severus whispered. “Tell him to take her to the Floo in my office.
We can’t take down the barrier around the school until we know more about
what’s happening.”
Nodding, Harry relayed the information. “The password is ‘Dumbledore’,” he
said. “I’d go with you, but I shall have to stay to keep the shield up--”
“I was just about to ask about how I could get back to the Ministry without
endangering everyone here,” Kingsley said. Walking up to Arthur and placing a
hand on his shoulder, he sighed. “I’ll accompany you to hospital before I
report in, though.”
“I’ll go with you, too, Dad.” Ron stepped away from Parkinson, who began
hugging herself. As Harry watched, Malfoy went to her, slipping an arm around
her shoulders.
As Ron walked past her, Hermione whispered something to him. He paused, then
nodded.
Carefully, Ron, Kingsley, and Arthur levitated Molly between them and, after
Ron cast an unreadable look at Hermione and he nodded to Harry, he left,
trailing the group.
“Well that was bloody awful,” Ginny said, tone dry. “George? You okay?”
George, who looked pale and shaken, nodded. “It wasn’t Fred,” he said, voice
weak. “Fred was dead. That wasn’t Fred--”
Biting her lip, Ginny slipped her arm out of Neville’s and walked up to him.
Gently taking his arm, she led him over to one of the few intact benches in the
Great Hall. Then, sitting down next to him, she hugged him close and began
whispering.
“Right,” Hermione declared to no one in particular. “We need to do some
research on Inferi. Who’s with me?”
Surprisingly, Malfoy piped up immediately. “I’m in. We need to figure out what
in Salazar’s name happened and make sure that it never happens again.”
Blaise Zabini, who had survived being cornered by a couple of Inferi, stepped
forward. “I’ll help, too. And you do realise that we don’t know how far the
effect was, right? What if it’s not just here?”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “You’re right. Dear Merlin!”
“The library in my office is...quite complete,” Severus said, his voice
slightly stronger. “You may go there.”
Nodding, Hermione, accompanied by Malfoy, Zabini and an entirely silent Pansy
Parkinson, exited. Luna tilted her head as she stared at Harry and Severus.
“I’d better go with them,” she said. “Too many Wrackspurts in here.” She
smiled. “They like you two, though.”
“What in Merlin’s name is a Wrackspurt?” Severus muttered after she’d left.
Turning back to face Severus, Harry laughed at the exasperated question.
Despite the circumstances, he was enjoying the sensation of being able to feel
Severus’ magic moving through him. He hoped it wouldn’t end too soon. “No one
knows, actually,” he admitted. “Luna seems to be the world’s expert.”
“Of course,” Severus deadpanned.
Harry grinned. ”So...We worked well together,” he said, tone soft as people
moved around them, trying to clear some of the rubble. Filch had picked up a
broom and, with a scowl, was sweeping up Inferi ashes. Harry shook his head,
biting back more laughter. I’m probably just really tired. It felt like days
since he’d slept.
“Yes, I noticed.” Severus didn’t seem inclined to move away and Harry, who was
enjoying having him close, wasn’t objecting. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
“A bit, yes.” Harry smiled. “Although I guess the circumstances were a bit too
dire to worry about personality issues.”
“Indeed.” Severus’ mouth curved into the suggestion of a smile. “Dire is an apt
description. And, since you did show passable signs of being a competent wizard
once you stopped fighting my every move, perhaps this bodes well for future
endeavours--”
Abruptly, he collapsed and only Harry’s quick grab saved him from crumpling to
the floor. “Severus? Severus!” Looking around desperately, Harry cried,
“Someone help me!”
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Severus opened his eyes and promptly closed them immediately, shutting out the
blinding whiteness that assailed them. It felt like he was lying on a wooden
plank and Severus sat up with a groan, slowly easing his eyelids open. It
appeared he was inside a sanitized train station, eerily reminiscent of King’s
Cross station, and more remarkably, he felt no pain. Thrusting a hand through
his dishevelled hair and tucking it back behind his ears, Severus stood up and
looked around.
"Severus, my dear boy! It's lovely to see you!" Albus Dumbledore's voice seemed
to reverberate through the large, empty space.
Turning slowly, Severus took in the image of Albus, dressed in flowing white
robes and looking as he had the day he died. Closing his eyes tightly, grief
and regret welling up in him, Severus took a deep breath before he opened them
again. Albus was still there, looking at him with compassionate eyes.
“You did exactly as I asked you to, my friend, and I am eternally grateful that
you did,” Albus said softly, his left hand reaching out toward Severus, pink
and healthy. “It took a tremendous amount of courage and strength to do what
you have done, my boy, which is why you are here.”
“And where,” Severus said, pausing to swallow, “exactly is here?”
“Why, at a crossroads, of course.” Albus waved his hand airily. “You are in bad
shape, my boy, but you have the ability to heal and overcome, if you chose to
go back. I believe that you’ve left unfinished business behind you and the
potential for more happiness than you have ever thought possible.” A shadow
passed over Albus’ face. “I thought Harry had succeeded in taking care of Tom
Riddle and his threat, but it seems that Tom had one last contingency left. The
spell he used was almost as Dark as that which created the Horcruxes, and it
will take pure sacrifice, freely given, to reverse its effect.”
Severus could only stare. There were so many things he wanted to ask Albus, so
many things that he wanted to say, yet none of them seemed to be pushing their
way out of his suddenly tight throat. Part of him wanted to rail at the
manipulation both he and Harry had gone through at Albus’ hands, part of him
wanted to thank him for engineering their win over the Dark Lord, and another
part, buried deeply in his heart, wanted to throw his arms around him.
“What am I to do, Albus?” Severus asked, slipping back into the habit of
decades. “If I am dying, how am I to help rid the world of rabid Inferi?”
There was a flapping of enormous wings and then a soft trill of a familiar bird
song, as Fawkes sailed over his head, circling to land on Albus’ shoulder. As
far as Severus knew, the phoenix hadn’t been seen since Albus’ death.
“Fawkes, as well as the Sorting Hat, and Hogwarts herself, will always serve
those loyal to the school and me, Severus.” Dumbledore smiled at him, looking
over the top of his spectacles. “I’m sure between you and Harry, and with the
help of loyal friends, you will persevere.”
His mouth was open to demand a more substantial answer, when the white room
dissolved around him. Severus jerked awake, his neck on fire as he stared up at
Poppy’s worried face. “Don’t you dare die on me,” she snapped, wand fairly
flying as she cast healing spells. “Bloody stubborn--”
Harry hovered at the edge of Severus’ vision, Elder Wand grasped tightly in his
hand. “What can I do? What will save him?”
Poppy didn’t even spare him a glance, her focus on Severus, who felt his
consciousness begin to ebb. “Phoenix tears are about the only thing I can--”
“Fawkes!” Harry interrupted her, wand held high. “Please, Severus needs your
help!”
The last thing Severus saw as the darkness closed in was the flash of golden
fire as the scarlet bird appeared in a shower of sparks, squawking loudly.
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"How's it going?" Harry asked in a hushed voice as he walked down the spiral
staircase into the Headmaster's office, where Hermione, Malfoy, and Zabini sat
surrounded by dusty tomes. “Have you found anything?”
"We’ve a few ideas. How's Snape?" Malfoy asked before Hermione could reply.
Harry pushed back his fringe wearily, his hand trembling with fatigue. "It was
touch and go there for a while. I think he may actually have been dead for a
moment.” Closing his eyes, Harry sighed. “He exhausted himself, what with
fighting Nagini’s bite and then having to channel power through me to fight the
Inferi...”
“How did he do that, anyway?” Hermione interrupted, eyes alight with interest.
“I’ve never heard of anything like that, not even in ‘Hogwarts: A History’--”
“I dunno,” Harry said, not in the mood for one of Hermione’s interrogations.
“It’s got something to do with him being headmaster I think. Anyway, he's
sleeping right now. He tried to wake up a couple of times before Pomfrey
finally made him take a draught so that the potions could heal him and allow
his magic to be replenished."
"You look like you could use some rest, too, Harry." Hermione gave him a wan
smile. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours she was beginning to
look rather pale, even as her finger tapped on an ancient parchment page.
"We all could, Granger, but I'm not sure we have the time," Zabini spoke up.
"The Inferi may have been expelled from the grounds, but there's nothing
stopping them from going on a rampage in Hogsmeade or beyond. We need to keep
working."
Harry stiffened, his blood running cold. He’d thought Severus had bought them
some time when he destroyed the foul things and put up the barrier. "What have
you found out?"
"The spell Voldemort –" Hermione paused, rolling her eyes at the reactions of
the two Slytherins, "--used was particularly heinous. It animates corpses,
giving them a hunger for human flesh and blood, brains in particular for some
unfathomable reason, and there seems to be very little that will stop them.
There are even some indications that they can infect the living, although the
affected person has to die first." She shivered. “We have to destroy them
before they destroy us all.”
"Fire was the only thing that seemed to have any effect earlier," Harry told
them as he sat down, shuddering as the image of the Inferi-filled lake came to
mind. “And it’s impossible to cast an Incendio that will only affect them.
Isn’t it?”
"That Elder Wand can do anything!" Malfoy burst out, looking pointedly at
Harry.
Harry sighed, knowing this was just the start of problems if word about the
Elder Wand got out. It would be better to snap the bloody thing in half than
spend a lifetime defending it. "The stories about it are legends, Malfoy, we
don't know for certain what it can do," he said.
"Legend says the wand is capable of great things, Draco, but you and I both
know what could have happened if the power had been transferred to the wrong
hands." Zabini spoke up for the first time. "Better to leave it under Potter's
control and keep it a secret than have to deal with every bloody idiot who
wants to have a go at him."
"Everyone heard what he said in the Great Hall! Everyone knows he has it!"
Malfoy snapped, his pale face heating with anger.
"Most of those present were just trying to stay alive, Malfoy," Hermione said,
tone neutral. "I don't think too many will even remember what was said."
“They’ll remember,” Luna said in her dreamy voice. Harry winced; he’d forgotten
she was there. “The wand can’t bear not to be remembered. I think it gets
lonely.”
“You’re speaking as if you think it’s alive.” Malfoy rolled his eyes.
“Honestly, Lovegood--”
“I spent a lot of time with Ollivander in your dungeons,” she continued calmly
as if she’d not been interrupted. Malfoy flushed, his lips thinning. “He spoke
about it as if it was alive. He said that it likes to be used, Harry, and if
it’s neglected, it will seek a master who will use it.”
“There! See!” Malfoy snapped. “All Potter has to do is take his head out of his
arse and use the thing. I can’t believe you haven’t done more with it in fact--
”
"You know what? You sound jealous, Draco," Zabini said, tone hard. "You can’t
tell me that finding out you were the wand's master for a time doesn’t make you
want all that power back."
Harry saw the guilt that flashed across Malfoy's face and knew that Zabini was
right. He could feel the weight of the wand in his back pocket, feel it
vibrating with power, and knew that he had to keep it safe for the rest of his
life. Especially from people like Malfoy who’d use it indiscriminately.
"I...maybe, but that doesn't mean I want the wand back," Malfoy protested
fiercely, narrowing his eyes. "I just want Potter to use it to get rid of
those...foul things!"
"And I'm sure that Harry will do exactly what he needs to do, Draco," Hermione
interjected quietly. "He always does. However, none of us are going to be
effective if we don't get at least a couple hours of sleep. These words are too
blurry for me to read at the moment, much less understand what they’re trying
to tell me." She stood and stretched her back, fingers tousling her hair.
"I think Hermione’s right, we all need to get some sleep before we can
function," Harry agreed, pulling his repaired phoenix feather wand from his
pocket. He didn’t miss the way Malfoy's eyes followed his movements. "I can
enlarge the couch if you want to sleep here--"
"We can manage our own accommodations, Potter," Zabini told him. "I assume
you'll be staying with Snape?"
Harry met his eyes steadily. "Yes I will. So what time do you want to meet back
here?"
"Give us four hours."
While he’d been talking to Zabini, Luna had clasped Malfoy’s arm and had been
speaking quietly to him. Finally, Malfoy spoke up, his tone subdued. “Fine. I
could use some sleep, too.”
Nodding, Harry turned and trudged back up the stairs to the Headmaster's
private quarters. Moving silently through the bedroom where he could hear
Severus' steady breathing, Harry went into the bathroom. A quick shower made
him feel better, as if he’d been washing the remnants of blood, sweat, tears,
and Voldemort off his skin. His clothes had vanished when he stepped out of the
shower and, as filthy as they were, Harry assumed the house-elves had probably
taken them for cleaning.
Harry took a deep breath as he slid into the large four-poster bed, carefully
shifting over to where Severus lay on his back, throat wrapped in linen
bandages. Wrinkling his nose at the medicinal smell of dittany and herbs, Harry
turned on his side to face Severus, slipped his wands and right hand under the
pillow, and carefully rested his left hand on Severus’ chest. Although he’d
thought rest would elude him, Harry was asleep as soon as he closed his eyes,
Severus’ steady breathing reassuring him.
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Severus woke slowly to a warm weight across his torso, slender legs entwined
with his. Remaining motionless, Severus evaluated his surroundings as memories
of the final battle began to return. A soft sigh and some shifting told him
that it was Harry whose arm draped protectively around him. His throat
throbbed, sore enough that Severus gritted his teeth as he swallowed. His body
still ached with fatigue, but otherwise he felt whole.
Turning slightly onto his side, Severus carefully wrapped his arms around
Harry, bringing him flush against his chest. With a sigh, Harry melted against
him, nuzzling Severus’ jaw as he pressed closer. Severus allowed himself a tiny
smile as he buried his nose in the clean-smelling hair, one hand travelling
down the plane of Harry’s back to cup his arse.
“Severus,” Harry whispered breathlessly, the note of longing in his voice
making something inside Severus clench with desire.
A flash of silver caught Severus’ eye and he stiffened as Kingsley
Shacklebolt’s lynx Patronus burst through the wall and circled the bed, its
urgency palatable. Harry pulled away from him, wand in hand as he reached for
his glasses.
”Severus! Harry! The Inferi have spread beyond Hogsmeade, even into the Muggle
world, and are, at this moment, attempting to get into the Ministry! Ron
Weasley is here with me defending the building, but if you have anyone else to
spare, we could use them and, for Merlin’s sake, you need to find a way to
destroy them!”
Harry stumbled out of bed, looking around wildly as Severus followed him at a
more sedate speed. Surprisingly, the fatigue he’d been dreading wasn’t present,
and Severus felt remarkably refreshed after what had to have been a fairly
short nap. Pulling clean clothing from his wardrobe, Severus cast a Cleansing
Spell on himself before dressing quickly. It appeared Harry had finally located
his clothing as well, as he stepped up beside Severus and they walked out of
the private rooms together.
“I need to get to the Ministry,” Harry said. “They need the power of the Elder
Wand.”
“No!” Shocked as the word burst from him, Severus cleared his throat. “I don’t
think that will be possible,” he continued more calmly. “The shield I placed
around Hogwarts requires constant replenishing. I have been monitoring and
feeding it, but without being linked to your power through the Elder Wand, it
will quickly collapse.”
“Oh.” Harry bit his lip. “Okay. So does that mean we can’t leave Hogwarts at
all?”
“Not until we find a way to destroy the Inferi, no.” Severus stopped walking,
reaching out and turning Harry to face him. “I’m aware this places you in an
untenable situation and I...apologise for that, but--”
Harry shook his head. “It’s okay.” He smiled crookedly. “I’ve been running
around the countryside for months. It’ll be kinda nice to stay in one place for
a change.”
The corner of Severus’ mouth turned up. “Indeed. Then it’s time for us to go
gather some recruits.”
It took only a few minutes and a Sonorus Spell to gather the remaining able-
bodied witches and wizards in the castle, sending many of them off to help
defend the Ministry. Longbottom and Ginevra Weasley, along with her brothers
George, Bill, and Charlie, and a subdued Pansy Parkinson all used the Floo in
his office, along with a dozen other students from a mixture of Houses. Poppy
descended on him during their exodus, forcing Severus to submit to her
ministrations despite knowing everyone was watching.
"It appears that the phoenix tears have successfully neutralized the tainted
venom, Severus,” Poppy said as she cast a diagnostic spell on him, following it
up with her fingers tracing around the bandage at his throat. “You need to
continue a course of the Blood-Replenishing Potion, as well as the special
potion you created as it seems to be helping to heal the damaged skin.”
Rolling his eyes, Severus snapped, “Indeed, Madam. Now, if you’re done fussing,
perhaps I can deal with the threat to our world?”
Her arms crossed over her chest, Poppy gave him a stiff nod, steadfastly
keeping her mouth shut as she turned on her heel and strode from the room.
Barely containing a sigh of relief, Severus turned towards the group that had
reassembled around the table, none of whom looked as if they'd had much sleep.
They were arguing fiercely in low voices as Severus approached, Granger
gesturing at one of the dusty pages urgently. Blaise seemed to agree with her,
but as Harry leaned closer to look, something about Draco's posture and tilt of
his head told Severus that he knew more than he was saying.
"What have you found?" Severus' look swept over the group before landing on
Draco, holding his gaze. Draco looked like he was ready to burst. “Draco, you
know something.”
"It's the wrong spell." Draco took a step back, his posture stiff and
unyielding.
Granger ignored him, turning the ancient book around so Severus could see.
"There’s a passage here about animating or reanimating things to do your will.
It isn't a Dark spell in and of itself, but I'm sure there is a way to
manipulate its casting to add that element. I think that’s what Voldemort used,
Draco doesn’t agree."
Severus frowned as he glanced over the text. "Animatum Corpus?" He exchanged a
look with Harry in an attempt to confirm his memory. Harry’s brow was furrowed.
"There was a component of the verb ‘to animate’ in the spell the Dark Lord
cast, but this seems more tailored,” Severus finally said. “Inferi are
generally set a specific task such as guarding something, but these Inferi seem
very focussed on attacking anyone who’s living."
"Maybe it was just the combination of the spells that he used," Harry
speculated. "Besides, he did have a way of making just about any spell Dark. I
can see him finding a way to make a basic Inferi creation spell worse."
"It seems to me that he infused it with his own twisted intent," Granger
agreed. "As far as I can tell, Voldemort wasn’t a very original spell crafter,
he just manipulated the magic within already established spells when he cast
them to make them as Dark as possible." She looked up at Severus. “Since you’ve
been creating spells since childhood, sir, I’m sure you can come up with some
way to combat this...plague he’s caused.”
Severus inclined his head, acknowledging the truth of the statement, and the
implied compliment, his eyes still watching Draco and his reactions. "We’ll
see, Miss Granger. Now, Draco. Say something. You clearly know more than you
want to admit."
Draco nodded stiffly, seemingly reluctant to answer. "There’s a book in
Father's private library that the Dark Lord was especially interested in.” He
wrapped his arms around himself as if chilled. “Rumour had it that it also
contained a spell in it that allowed him to...to split his soul into pieces as
a way to become immortal."
Severus could see the shudder that went through everyone, although it was Harry
whose face lost colour. He swallowed hard. "I’m familiar with that spell,
Draco. He...succeeded, although fortunately, all of those fractured bits of his
soul have now been destroyed, thanks to Harry. Do you think this book may have
the spell we are looking for now?"
Draco blinked, glancing at Harry with what looked like reluctant respect.
"Yes," he said finally. "And I know exactly where it is. We’ll have to go to
it, though." His eyes widened as if something had just occurred to him.
“Merlin, I need to Floo Mother and warn her! There may be Inferi attacking the
Manor even as we speak!”
“Malfoy Manor has excellent magical protections,” Severus reminded him.
“Although you are right, even those won’t hold forever against a concentrated
Inferi attack. You should go home, Draco.”
“I’ll go with you,” Lovegood offered, standing up. “You shouldn’t go alone.”
Draco’s face softened, and he smiled at her. “Okay.” He squared his shoulders.
“And anyone else who wants to see the book will have to come, too,” he said,
eyeing Granger and Blaise, a challenging expression on his face. “I can’t bring
it back here.”
“Why not?” Granger asked, frowning.
Severus thought he knew why. "Often, grimoires like that are warded to a
specific location, thus rendering them incapable of being removed or stolen."
He looked between Draco and Granger. "Miss Granger, given your...previous
experiences in Malfoy Manor, are you up to making a trip back there to look at
that book?"
Draco bit his lip, looking away.
Granger lifted her chin. She looked unhappy but she nodded. “I’ll manage.”
Lovegood slipped her hand into Granger’s, smiling at her. “We’ll go together.”
Granger nodded, seeming to relax. “All right.”
“Why don’t we all go?” Blaise said. “That way we can all look through the
library and it’ll be faster. I don’t know about you, but if Inferi are
attacking, I want to spend as little time there as possible.” He shuddered.
"I couldn't agree more," Severus said, pleased that the four of them appeared
to be functioning as a team. It boded well for their possible success. "You'll
need every wand if there is an Inferi attack." He took a step closer to Draco.
"And if it would help your parents feel safer, please feel free to offer to
relocate them here to Hogwarts. In fact, I shall make it known that the castle
is open to all endangered families."
Lovegood smiled. “The castle will like that,” she said.
Ignoring that nonsensical statement, Severus turned to face Draco once more.
“Is that acceptable?”
Draco nodded tersely but Severus didn't miss the gratitude that flashed through
his eyes. Lovegood extended her hand towards Draco as Harry hugged Granger
tightly, whispering something in her ear. Severus was surprised at the stab of
jealousy he felt as he watched and was glad when Draco took Lovegood by the
hand to lead her through the Floo. Eyeing their linked fingers with a lift of
his eyebrow, Severus watched them disappear. It appears that much more than I’m
aware of occurred during her incarceration at Malfoy Manor.
“Come, Harry,” he said once everyone was gone and they were alone. “We need to
talk.”
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Harry swallowed hard, uncertainty assailing him as he followed Severus to the
window. It was the same window where Harry had stood with Dumbledore as they’d
looked out over the Forbidden Forest. Harry shook his head. Never thought I’d
look back on those days as simple! The delicate silver instruments that he’d
done his best to destroy after Sirius had died still stood on the low table
beside the window. Harry smiled, glad they’d survived.
They stood in silence for a moment, as if Severus was taking the time to
carefully plan whatever he was going to say. Harry watched him from under his
lashes as Severus squared his shoulders, clasped his hands behind his back, and
drew a deep breath.
“I imagine you have questions?”
Harry nodded. He had several. “Does this magic-sharing thing mean we are
compatible in...other areas?”
Severus turned his head to stare at him as if surprised, and Harry flushed as
he emitted a bark of genuine laughter. A hand touched his sleeve as Harry,
embarrassed, deliberately looked away and out the window.
"There were a number of questions that I’d anticipated hearing from you, but
that was not one of them," Severus eventually said. "I’d assumed some
uncomfortable inquiry about your mother would lead things off."
Harry shrugged. "I've seen your memories, remember?" he reminded him. "I know
you were my mum's best friend, like Hermione is mine. And I know what
Dumbledore asked of you, the way you watched over me, and how you've been
helping us during the hunt for the Horcruxes. I just thought I'd ask the
question that matters most to me right now."
Severus nodded. "Indeed. Well, I'm not sure why you would believe there would
be an issue." He sounded stiff, almost nervous.
Harry sighed. Not the way I’d hoped this would go but, well, it is what it is.
"I guess I’m worried because I've never had any real experience at trying to
have a relationship with anyone before, really. I've only ever kissed two
girls, and that didn't work out too well for me. Then came this," he gestured
between them, "thing between us that I don’t know quite how to read." Biting
back a mischievous smile, Harry looked up at Severus. "Unless you didn't mean
to give me that memory of you wanking after you brought me Gryffindor's Sword."
Severus’ head snapped up. "I gave you no such memory!" he protested, colour
high on his cheeks.
It was Harry's turn to grin. "I know, but I figured if I it’d been me, I’d have
wanked afterwards."
Severus froze, then, pivoting around to face Harry, he brought his hands up,
placing them on Harry's shoulders. "I should have known you would be like
this.”
“Like what?” Harry whispered.
“Difficult. Headstrong.” Severus’ voice softened. “Intoxicating.” Then, before
Harry could react to that, Severus continued, “And if I’m correctly
interpreting your actual question, I believe the answer is yes. The ability to
blend our magic shows that we are compatible on a number of levels, physical,
emotional, and magical are only a few of them."
The warmth of the hands seeping through his clothes and the warmth in the
depths of Severus’ eyes had Harry taking a step closer, until he could inhale
Severus’ scent. He felt...enveloped, protected. "So you really are interested
in, you know, seeing if this thing between us is real?"
"Oh, I am more than interested." Severus tugged him closer, leaning down.
Harry exhaled. "Oh, good--"
Harry didn't finish as Severus' lips brushed across his, once, twice, before
settling on top of them. Harry lifted his face slightly, only to bump into
Severus’ nose, before a hand cupped his cheek, holding him steady as Severus
deepened the kiss. It was like no kiss that he'd shared with anyone before as
his whole body seemed to feel it, his stomach fluttering as his groin
tightened. Trying to press even closer, Harry groaned as Severus nipped gently
at his lower lip, opening his mouth…
"Severus!" Kingsley Shacklebolt's voice boomed through the office.
Harry sprang backwards, only to have Severus catch him and steady him for a
moment, before striding towards the fireplace. There had been an odd tone to
the Minister's voice, one which sent a shiver of apprehension through Harry,
and he slowly walked toward where Severus knelt in front of the hearth.
"Yes, I'll tell him, Kingsley. Please let us know if there is anything Harry or
I can do, and I'll let you know if there is any progress on finding a way to
eradicate the Inferi." After a pause, he nodded. “Yes, our best minds are
working on it.”
Harry stood by as Severus slowly stood up, his face devoid of colour. Slipping
an arm around his waist, Harry tried to help him over to the couch, but Severus
resisted, hands coming up to bracket his shoulders. Turning Harry towards him,
Severus slid his hands across Harry's back in an embrace. A fine tremor went
through Severus, as if he'd just had a shock.
"Is it the Ministry?" Harry knew it was bad news. “Has it fallen?”
"No. They are holding the Inferi at bay for the moment thanks to the timely
assistance from our people," Severus said. "Apparently, Ronald Weasley and
Pansy are especially...effective Inferi fighters. Unfortunately, the news
concerns Molly."
Harry stiffened, trying to pull away, but Severus held him fast. There was only
one reason Severus would have reacted the way he had. "No! No! No! She can’t
be-- Oh God!”
“They worked on her for hours,” Severus said, tone low, soothing. “But the
wounds the Inferi inflicted were too severe. They couldn’t save her. I’m so
sorry.”
Harry was shaking. “Not Molly,” he whispered. “Does...does Ron know?”
Severus nodded. “Kingsley has sent messages to all the Weasleys. They’re on
their way to hospital now. The Ministry’s secure enough to spare them for the
moment.”
“I have to go!” Once again Harry tried to wrench himself from Severus, and once
again Severus clung, preventing him. “I can’t stay here while everyone else
fights. And I have to see her!”
“You cannot.” Severus’ arms tightened. “Unless you wish to turn Hogwarts over
to the Inferi?”
Harry froze, then looked up at Severus in disbelief. “What? How can you--?”
“Think, Harry.” Severus’ face was set, his expression determined. “You are the
most powerful wizard alive at the moment, and you wield the Elder Wand. With
its help we have created a safe haven here. But to maintain it, you must
remain. I know it’s hard, I know you want to go to your friends, but it’s just
not possible now.”
“Molly was the closest thing I had to a mother!” Harry cried.
“I know.” Severus rested his forehead against Harry’s. “I do.”
“No you don’t,” Harry said, tone bitter. “They’re not your friends. She wasn’t
your mum! You don’t know what it’s like to have to sit back and not act when
you could do something to help--!”
“Is that so?” Severus hissed, raising his head. His eyes narrowed. “You think
I’ve never had to watch friends die, knowing that I could save them, but at the
expense of the greater good? Do you really think that if there had been any way
for me to save Charity Burbage, or Albus, or Mad-Eye, or,” his voice broke,
“your mother that I would not have done it and damned the consequences?” He
leaned in, eyes burning with fierce intensity. “If you recall, I had to kill
the man who was father to me in all but blood, all for the greater good of
ridding the world of evil, and you think I don’t know how this feels?”
“I...” Harry swallowed hard, stunned by the pain Severus had revealed to him.
“I don’t know. You’re always so cool and collected and remote, that I didn’t
think--”
Severus laughed, a bitter sound. “And that has always been your problem.”
“Well you don’t exactly make it easy!” Harry cried, stung. “If you would
actually tell me things rather than keeping secrets all the time--”
To Harry’s surprise, Severus nodded. “The time of keeping secrets is over,” he
sighed. “On that we agree. So, here’s what you must know. We have, for all
intents and purposes, bonded to create the barrier around Hogwarts. To maintain
it we have to stay in close contact with the school and with each other. This
may cause unforeseen...symptoms.”
“What sort of symptoms?”
“Bonds...tend to strengthen with time. You may begin to sense things from me.
Emotions.” Severus exhaled. “My Occlumency shields may help to block some of
that, but things will probably slip through nevertheless.”
Actually, Harry didn’t think that would be so bad. It might be nice to know
what he’s thinking for a change. He’s so...closed at times-- “So we really are
trapped here.” Harry sighed. “We won’t even be able to go and pay our respects
to Molly--” His voice broke and Severus’ arms tightened around him. “How will
they bury her?”
“There may not be much to bury,” Severus reminded him. “They shall have to
ensure that she doesn’t return as an Inferi herself. There’s only one way to do
that.”
Harry’s eyes widened and he drew back to stare into Severus’ sombre face.
“That...can happen?”
“I believe so.” Severus shuddered. “They’ll have to incinerate her. I can only
imagine Arthur’s pain--”
Horrified and shaken, Harry wrapped his arms around Severus. “Tell me we’ll be
all right,” he said, tone hushed. “Tell me we can win.”
“We have no choice,” Severus said bleakly. “To fail at this point would be
unthinkable.”
Closing his eyes, Harry leaned into Severus, leaching what comfort he could
from his presence. On some level he sensed Severus’ grief, his dismay at
Molly’s death and, beneath that, his relief that Harry wasn’t fighting him by
insisting on leaving the castle. Distracted, Harry began to think hard about
what it would be like to kiss Severus again, wondering if the bond would
amplify that.
A moment later, Severus drew back, staring down at him. “You do learn fast,” he
murmured as he dipped his head towards Harry’s.
Harry smiled just before Severus’ lips touched his. “When I have to.”
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It was a house-elf with a tea tray, no doubt acting on Poppy’s orders, who put
an end to their moment of physical intimacy and comfort. Severus kept his hand
on Harry’s arm even as they sat side by side on the sofa, trying to continue to
share the comfort he'd started.
Harry accepted a cup of tea, but didn't touch any of the assorted sandwiches or
biscuits on the tray. While the thought of eating nauseated Severus as well, he
forced himself to consume something. While Molly had been the only mother
figure Harry could remember, she’d also tried to mother Severus as well over
the years. That was her nature. Her loss created a void in both their lives
that only time would be able to fill.
A deep sigh escaped Harry and Severus suspected it was an attempt to mask the
hiccup of a sob as he tried to come to grips with this latest loss. It was also
hard for Severus to sit by while others fought, as he'd been forced to do so
often in the past year, but he knew it was even harder for Harry, who was used
to rushing headlong into the fray. He could feel the frustration vibrating
through their fledgling bond.
"Severus!" Minerva McGonagall's brogue was thick as she threw open the door to
his office, causing the silent portraits to hiss with whispered conversation.
"The Inferi are trying to breach the gates again! Your Shield Spell needs to be
strengthened!"
Harry was already on his feet as she pivoted on her heel, not waiting for a
response. With a glance at Severus, Harry pulled both his wands, and, with a
wand in each hand, he ran to follow her out the door. Severus fell in behind
them and was actually surprised that he was able to keep up with the two. His
throat was throbbing and his head pounding by the time they reached the edge of
the Shielding Spell, however. Harry slowed to fall into step beside him, his
obvious apprehension colouring Severus’ own emotion.
Inferi stretched as far back on the path towards Hogsmeade as they could see,
the spell obviously a perpetuating one as there were many of the foul creatures
whose heads and been ripped open and even some whose bodies had been severed
completely in two, and who were yet crawling towards them using just their
arms. Harry edged closer to him as Severus tried to swallow the bile that arose
in his throat.
"She’s right. We need to recast the spell, don't we?"
"Yes," Severus answered, turning his head away from the gates. "Stand in front
of me like we did last time and we'll cast the spell together. That will make
it even stronger than my just using your magic to augment it."
Harry turned away, Elder Wand held tightly in his hand as he faced the ghastly
mob. Severus moved behind him, sliding his arms around Harry. One arm gripped
his waist, bringing Harry back fully against him as the other hand joined
Harry's on the wand. Severus could feel the power in the wood, feel the control
that Harry had with it, as if the two were destined for each other. Yet, the
addition of his magic blended seamlessly with the two as their energy combined.
"Severus?" Harry whispered, his focus inward as his free hand gripped Severus'
arm at his waist.
Severus closed his eyes, silently chanting the incantation known only to Heads
of Hogwarts, feeling the energy expand outward from them. "Now!"
"Incendio Maxima!" Harry said fiercely.
The power that flowed between them and through the wand was immense, Severus
having to steel himself against the brightness of the fire, visible even
through his closed eyes, as it rendered the Inferi into ashes. Where before the
expenditure of power had drained Severus, this time it seemed to invigorate
him, especially since Harry appeared content to lean back against him. Severus
could feel Harry’s every emotion as their bond deepened, and they watched
together as a swirl of wind swept up the piles of ash, blowing them towards the
Forbidden Forest.
"Headmaster Snape!" One of the house-elves appeared with a crack. "There is
students in your office!"
Students and Malfoys to be precise, as Severus discovered when they got back to
the office. Granger immediately engulfed Harry in a tearful embrace and Severus
kept an eye on them as he dealt with Narcissa and a still subdued Lucius. Draco
stayed close to them, as did, surprisingly, Luna Lovegood. Watching the group
interact, Severus once again speculated on what had actually happened during
the time Lovegood had been held captive in the Manor’s dungeons.
"Shall I take Mr and Mrs Malfoy to their rooms, Headmaster?" Lovegood asked as
Blaise laid out several sheets of parchment on the table in front of Severus’
desk.
Severus nodded, and as Draco walked them to the door and spoke softly to them,
Granger released her strangle hold on Harry and dragged him over to the table.
Severus blinked as Blaise drew her immediately to his side as Harry returned to
his, both of their eyes red-rimmed. Draco rejoined them and he and Blaise
exchanged a grim look as they all gathered around.
"I take it you have located the appropriate counterspell?" Severus asked,
looking between Granger, Blaise and Draco.
"It's a ritual, actually," Granger said, gaze sliding toward Harry and back to
Severus. "One involving sex magic and sacrifice."
"Sex?" Harry's head snapped up.
"Sacrifice?" Severus' eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"You were correct, Professor," Granger continued as if neither of them had
spoken. "We weren't able to remove the book from the library at Malfoy Manor,
but Draco was able to make a copy of the page that describes the ritual."
"Although we don't even know if it will work," Draco snapped. "Especially as it
requires a virgin sacrifice."
"Virgin sacrifice?" Severus frowned. "I'd like to see the exact wording for
myself."
"It specifies the sacrifice of one's virginity, Professor." Granger gave Draco
a hard look as she handed Severus the parchment copy. "It's here." She pushed a
piece of parchment towards him.
Severus leaned over the table, starting at the top and working his way through
the ancient text, the cramped script adding to the difficulty. Harry brushed
against him as he moved to read the ritual with him. As he read, Severus could
feel his forehead furrow in a scowl as he interpreted the dated phrasing. He
felt Harry shift closer as they both read.
"I don't believe we'll be able to do this ritual," Severus said as he
straightened up, clamping down hard on the panic he felt.
"Why not?" Draco demanded. "You haven't seen the atrocities those…those things
are committing. We have to complete the ritual."
Severus clenched his jaw, counting silently before he answered, very cognizant
of Harry stiffening next to him. "It states that in order to successfully and
effectively complete this ritual, one must be pure of heart," he snapped,
clamping his mouth shut over the rest of the sentence.
"Actually, Professor, the wording is directed at the ritual itself, I believe,
and your intent in going through with it," Blaise interjected smoothly as
Granger nodded, her eyes on Harry.
"You'll just have to…"
"The ritual is perfect for you and Harry, Professor." Lovegood had returned and
she laid a hand on Draco's arm, calming his aggressive stance. "The way you two
can channel the Elder Wand’s power shows that your magic has melded, and what
seems to matter in the ritual is the intent of the heart. Your intent in doing
the ritual with Harry will be pure."
Glancing at Harry, Severus saw he was biting his lip. "Harry?"
"I take it the pure of body would be me?" Harry deadpanned.
Blaise's snort was cut short as Granger swatted at him. "It wasn't like you had
a lot of time to get up to that sort of thing, Harry," she said.
"Your purity of intent is also very strong, Harry." Lovegood gave him an airy
smile that put Severus' teeth on edge.
Granger tapped the parchment with an impatient finger. "You're both perfect,
and really, you are our only hope! With your unique abilities, Professor, and
Harry's – "
"Virginity," Draco supplied snidely, only to yelp as Severus' Stinging Hex hit.
Granger steadfastly continued. "—magical power, the ritual is sure to work."
"It's their bond that will ensure the ritual is successful," Lovegood told them
all, reaching over to pat Severus' arm. "You'll see."
"Severus! Harry!" Kingsley Shacklebolt's voice reverberated through the office
as the fire in the hearth flared green. "The situation here is getting a bit
strained, have you made progress on that eradication spell yet?"
“We’ve made some progress,” Severus replied, deliberately not looking at
anyone. “We’ll keep you informed when we know enough to try something.”
“Whatever it is, you’ll need to try it soon,” Kingsley snapped. “We’re really
struggling here. If this doesn’t get any better, we may have to give up the
Ministry entirely and evacuate.”
“Evacuate the Ministry?” Harry looked at Severus. “Are you sure we can’t go and
help? Maybe if the two of us warded it--”
“No.” Severus could feel the Inferi probing the shield they’d placed around the
school. “If we leave, we’ll have nothing to which to return. If necessary,
Kingsley will have to send everyone here.”
“Can the castle even hold everyone?” asked Granger, looking frightened.
Severus couldn’t blame her. “It may have to.” Raising his voice, he continued,
“How many people do you have there, Kingsley?”
“Less than two hundred and it’s becoming fewer all the time,” Kingsley said.
“Which makes sense when you realise that every witch or wizard they kill joins
their ranks. Still, those of us who are left are giving a good account of
ourselves. Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson have been especially adept at
battling the creatures. But even with their skills, we’re clearly working on
borrowed time here, so please hurry.”
As the Floo connection closed, the room fell silent.
“Merlin,” Draco finally whispered. “What are we going to do?” He clung to
Lovegood’s hand as he spoke.
Severus sighed. “What we’re going to do, Draco, is win. Now, please help
Granger and Blaise work out all the details of this ritual you think we need to
perform, including the location, which is often important in ritual magic. And
I assume we’ll need some runes applied? I shall locate Minerva to help me make
arrangements for a large influx of people.”
“And what should I do?” Harry asked.
“Come,” Severus said, starting for the door. “I’ll need you with me.”
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Harry eyed their unprepossessing surroundings, unable to stop the shudder that
ran down his spine. “You’re sure this is the magical centre of Hogwarts?”
Ignoring the slightly outraged expressions on both Severus’ and Hermione’s
faces, Harry attempted to calm his nerves as he looked around the stone
chamber. In the centre of the room was a large block of stone, the Hogwarts
crest etched into the top. Severus had explained that this was the cornerstone,
the symbolic stone that was the first laid when the Founders began construction
of the castle. The room looked eerily similar to Slytherin’s Chamber of
Secrets, thankfully without the basilisk.
As it turned out, Severus had needed his wand, not really him. Harry blushed.
And now he needs my other wand. Bloody hell! The situation was beyond surreal,
and was about to become more so. I have to have sex. With Severus. With
everyone watching. How is this my life? “It looks kinda...hard,” he said. “Not
very comfortable.”
Severus shot him a look that Harry that said he was being an idiot and turned
back to his conversation with Hermione and Malfoy. Luna and Zabini were off to
the side, whispering over a scroll that Harry was sure had something to do with
this ritual. The knot of nerves tightened in the pit of his stomach as Harry
looked around the chamber. These were not quite the circumstances in which he’d
envisioned losing his virginity.
"You won't even know they are here, Harry," Severus told him in a low voice,
startling Harry, who hadn’t known he’d been standing so close. “And they won’t
be able to hear or see anything. All you’ll have to do is concentrate on my
voice.”
A shiver ran down Harry’s spine. “This is so weird.”
“It is,” Severus agreed. “But we’ll be in our own little world, just us.”
Turning to look at him, Harry smiled tremulously. “You promise?”
“Yes.” Taking Harry’s hand in his, Severus traced his fingers over Harry’s
palm. “I’ve familiarised myself with the ritual and all it entails, and other
than the runes, I’ll make sure that this is as normal as I can make it.”
Harry shook his head. “Nothing about this situation is normal. I’ve never--” He
blushed. “Well you know all that I suppose.”
Severus smiled. “I’m aware. And, as it’s a requirement for the ritual to be a
success, I’d say we’re fortunate that you have thus far remained pure.
Otherwise, we’d be searching for others to perform this task.” He sighed. “It
could have been me and Draco.”
“Malfoy?” Harry frowned, a spear of something uncomfortably close to jealousy
stabbing him. “He’s a virgin?”
“I believe so.”
Harry swallowed hard. “And would you prefer it if you were doing this with
him?” he asked, tone so soft that Severus had to lean in to hear.
Instead of replying, Severus clasped his shoulders, drawing him closer. “Open
yourself to the bond and you’ll know the answer,” he said. “You’ve been
blocking it.”
Closing his eyes and concentrating, Harry tried to sense the bond. It took some
time, but Severus’ touch seemed to help and, within moments, he began sensing
something. There was a moment of disorientation and then he felt a rush of
pride that wasn’t from him. The pride was mixed with admiration and no small
amount of lust. Licking his lips, Harry whispered, “How does this tell me how
you feel about Malfoy, though?”
Severus leaned his forehead against Harry’s. “Draco?” he murmured. “He’s...my
godson.”
And in that moment Harry gasped as a complex combination of hope, worry, and
love assailed him. But the love was that of a father for his son, there was
nothing of desire in it, no...need. “Oh,” Harry said, finally understanding.
“You do love him.”
“I do,” Severus confirmed. “Though not in the same way that I--” He paused.
“Well, you know.”
Harry smiled. Now that he knew how to sense Severus’ emotions, he did know how
he felt about him. His feelings ran far deeper than Harry had expected. It
was...nice. “Yeah, I do.”
“I trust that helps?” Severus released him and the strength of the emotions
diminished, but Harry could still feel them, simmering in the back of his mind.
Before Harry could reply, Hermione called them over. “I think we’ve located the
correct runes, Professor.”
Without a word, Severus moved away, leaving Harry by himself. But not alone.
Never alone.
"Harry?"
Luna's lyrical voice pulled him out of his reflections and Harry tried to smile
as he looked up. Malfoy - Draco - stood beside her, fidgeting with nervousness
which made Harry grin. Well, at least I'm not the only one who’s never
doneitbefore! His grin lost some of its smugness, however, when he noticed that
Luna's fingers were intertwined with Draco's. Clearly it was only a matter of
time for them. Harry glanced up at their faces, but Luna's smile seemed even
dreamier than usual, despite the dire situation.
"Draco understands your position, Harry, he'll do a good job with the runes."
Luna gave Draco a look, before leaning forward to kiss Harry’s cheek. “But
you’ll need to be naked so he can start.”
“Wait. You’re applying the runes?” Harry asked Draco, his mouth dropping open.
Draco inclined his head. “It also has to be a virgin, and we all thought you’d
be more comfortable with a male doing it.” He smirked. “But if you’d prefer a
girl I’m sure we can find some random Hufflepuff who’ll oblige--”
“No, that’s fine!” Harry swallowed hard before moving his hands to the hem of
his jumper. “You can do it. Just...do you have to watch me undress?”
Luna smiled. “I’ll go. I should help Hermione and Blaise anyway.” Leaning close
to Draco, she whispered something in his ear before she moved away.
“She really cares about you,” Draco said as they both watched her walk away.
“She’s a good friend,” Harry replied, a warning tone in his voice.
Draco shot a speculative look his way. “Not that it’s any of your business, but
I...like her. A lot.”
“You kept her prisoner,” Harry said, crossing his arms. “You’ll excuse me if I
don’t see that as the act of a friend.”
“The Dark Lord ordered her to be put down there.” Draco’s lips thinned. “I
didn’t agree with locking her up, but do you really think I had any choice in
the matter?” He looked away. “I did my best for her. I brought her extra food
and sometimes, at night, I would go down there and talk to her.” He shook his
head. “She has some really odd ideas, but she’s pretty clever, too.”
Harry blinked. It did sound as if Draco knew Luna. And truly liked her. He
unbent enough to smile. “That’s quite true.”
“So, Potter.” Draco smirked. “Are we doing this or not? We need to get these
runes on if we’re going to attempt this ritual.”
Harry sighed, reaching for his shirt, but before he could raise it over his
head, there was a boom that shook the castle. He spun, staring at Severus, who
looked as perturbed as he felt.
“Come!” he cried, gesturing at Harry. Turning to Hermione, he snapped, “Prepare
everything so that when we return we can immediately begin.”
Harry started towards Severus.
“Wait, what about the runes?” Draco shouted.
“I guess they’ll have to wait,” Harry said over his shoulder. “After all, we
first have to make sure we have a castle in which to perform the ritual.”
“Don’t think you’re escaping,” Draco called after him. “I’ll be here when you
get back.”
Harry sighed as he ran. Yes, I’m sure you will be.
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Severus started hurrying for his office when he realised he had a faster way to
get there. Grabbing Harry’s arm, he concentrated, Apparating them directly into
his office. He arrived in time to see a bedraggled collection of people stumble
through into his Floo. Poppy and Minerva were already there, assisting people.
“Ron!” Harry cried, running towards a soot-covered redhead that Severus only
recognised after Harry had verbally identified him. Several others were
standing in his office, most of them bent over, panting. Clearly they were all
exhausted.
As he spun back towards the Floo, Severus absently noted that Weasley was
clinging to Pansy Parkinson’s hand. Evidently disasters are good for inter-
House romances.
Spotting Kingsley looking with obvious anxiety into the Floo, Severus snapped,
“What happened?”
Kingsley shook his head, running a hand over his smooth, bald head. “There were
simply too many of them, Severus. They overwhelmed the Ministry’s defences and
once they were in we couldn’t hold them off.” He accepted a cup of water from
Poppy.
Severus nodded. “Are you expecting more people to come through?”
“Arthur was right behind me,” Kingsley said. “He came over to join us from St
Mungo’s after they...took care of Molly. Oh, and St Mungo’s had to be evacuated
as well. Some of their personnel made it to the Ministry and are now here.”
Severus closed his eyes for a moment. “And how were things at the hospital? Did
he say?”
“Rough.” Kingsley sighed, still peering into the dark Floo. “After all, they
have lots of dead bodies there.”
“Salazar,” Severus swore.
“Severus!”
Spinning, Severus hurried towards Harry, who had moved over to the window.
“What is it?”
Harry pointed. “I think I know what caused the castle to shake.”
Severus stared outside and for a moment he wondered if his eyes were deceiving
him. There were Inferi piling up against the shield, and despite the fact that
they couldn’t get through they were still coming, the ones in the rear crushing
the ones closest to the barrier, which appeared to be bowing under the
pressure. “Merlin, the shield won’t last.”
Behind them the Floo flared one more time and Arthur, looking twenty years
older than he had when Severus had seen him only a day previously, stumbled
through, collapsing onto the ground. “Close it!” he shouted. “They’re right
behind me!”
Severus made a gesture with his hand but it was slightly too late. A rotted arm
came through, falling onto the floor in front of the fireplace. As they all
watched in horror, it began moving across the floor until Pansy, face set,
blasted it with an Incendio.
“Have you found the ritual yet?” Kingsley asked as he helped Arthur to his
feet. “I think that’s our only hope at this point.”
Severus nodded. “Yes. And clearly it’s time to perform it.”
“But what about the barrier?” Harry asked. “Shouldn’t we do something with that
first?”
“No time,” Severus said, clasping his arm and moving towards the door.
“Kingsley, can you and anyone else who’s able please do your best to defend the
castle? Harry and I have magic to perform.”
When they got back to the chamber, Granger, Blaise, Draco and Lovegood were
waiting. “What happened?” asked Draco, stepping forward.
Severus exhaled. “The Ministry has fallen, as has St Mungo’s. We have to
perform the ritual now or all will be lost.”
Draco, already pale, somehow managed to blanch. Lovegood clasped his hand.
“We’re ready, sir,” Granger said, voice tight with fear. “We found the
cornerstone and set it up for the ritual.”
Lovegood nodded. “Draco’s already painted it with the correct runes,” she said.
“I have,” Draco confirmed. Smirking at Harry, he continued, “Now, get naked,
Potter. It’s your turn.”
Severus raised an eyebrow at Draco, who flushed. "Miss Lovegood, could you see
to the last minute preparation of the cornerstone, while I erect a privacy
shield?" he said, tone cool.
Harry smiled and Severus could feel his gratitude through the bond. "Thank
you,” he whispered.
Draco sputtered. "I...I don't understand why you have to--"
Severus cut across his words. "Have you forgotten, Draco, that this ritual
requires you to be naked as well?" he asked, tone silky, hand brushing against
Harry's arm. "I should think that as you, of all people, have seen what we are
up against, you should be able to rein in your attitude so we can complete this
ritual."
Harry’s nervousness, which Severus had been feeling though their bond,
evaporated at Severus' words.
Calmer, Severus moved his wand in a complicated pattern, ignoring Draco as he
began to unclasp his robes. Severus couldn’t help but look when Harry began
tugging his shirt off over his head, however. His hand wavered until he tore
his attention from Harry in order to complete the opalescent curtain
surrounding them. We can’t afford distractions right now, he reminded himself.
Keeping his back steadfastly towards Harry and Draco and ignoring the amusement
coming through the bond as he heard the rustle of clothing, Severus completed
the shield. Granger and Lovegood had found the spell which Severus had to cast
at the moment he took Harry’s virginity. It was a magically powerful event,
enhanced by the runes Draco was currently painting on Harry’s body in essential
oils, each with its own meaning.
Repeating the spell in his head as if it were a mantra, Severus methodically
stripped off his robes. He had no concerns about Draco; he'd known his godson
since birth, after all, but Severus was under no illusions about his own lack
of attractiveness. While he was comfortable, finally, with his body, how would
Harry react when confronted with the sight of him? He was scarred, far too
thin, and Voldemort’s ministration had not been gentle. Severus could feel the
weight of Harry's eyes on his back and braced himself. He was completely
unprepared for the hunger he felt through their bond or the jolt of arousal
that Harry shared with him.
"Oy!" Harry yelped. "Watch the fingers, Malfoy!"
Reassured, Severus gave in to a small smile as Draco snorted unapologetically.
Who knew that Harry was that ticklish? Severus couldn’t wait to discover other
things about him.
"I'm finished, Professor."
Draco was wiping his hand on a towel when Severus turned and he nodded. Looking
between them, Draco opened his mouth to say something, before snapping it shut.
He turned to leave until Harry stopped him with a touch to Draco's arm.
"Thank you, Draco."
He nodded. "Just make sure it works!" With that, Draco grabbed his clothes and
disappeared through the shield.
Harry’s nervousness was back, Severus could feel it. Turning to face him,
Severus moved closer, gesturing towards the cornerstone.
“Can we use Cushioning Charms at least?” Harry asked.
"I believe Miss Lovegood saw to that, Harry." Severus extended his hand, taking
his time to look over Harry as he stepped toward him. "We will need to repeat
the incantation together holding the Elder Wand in order to get the maximum
amount of power."
A blush crept over Harry's cheeks and down his throat as he took Severus' hand.
He was already hard. Severus nodded with approval, and within moments his own
cock responded in kind as he led Harry towards the cornerstone. A small table
had been set up to one side and on it was the special lubricant that Blaise had
mixed, according to Severus’ exacting recipe. It was a combination of the
anointing oils, gel, and a mild numbing agent. Placing the Elder Wand along
with his wand on the edge of the table, Severus brought Harry closer.
"Relax," he said, running his hands down Harry's arms. "Just concentrate on
what you’re feeling and on reciting the incantation at the appropriate time."
Harry nodded, moving closer as Severus held onto his arms but didn't let their
bodies touch. First he had to teach Harry the proper words and intonation for
the spell that they needed to cast, both at the moment of penetration and the
moment of orgasm.
Luckily, Harry learned it almost immediately. “It’s a shame I cannot use this
teaching method in my Potions class,” Severus murmured. “It seems quite
effective.”
Harry smiled, relaxing even more. “The board of governors would probably have
something to say about that,” he teased.
“Indeed.” Severus was close enough to feel the heat of Harry's skin and the
intoxicating tingle of his magic, calling him like a siren's song. As they
rehearsed the incantation for the third time, Severus allowed his eyes to slide
down Harry's smooth chest and over his flat belly, appreciatively eyeing his
prick with precome already leaking from the tip.
Another subtle shudder went through the castle, yanking Severus' attention from
Harry's distracting body. "It's time."
Helping Harry up onto the cornerstone, Severus, too, was glad to feel the
Cushioning Charm in place as he settled Harry into a slight bowl at the edge.
The natural indentation would aid in supporting Harry's back as Severus lifted
his legs over his shoulders.
As they positioned themselves, it felt like the castle itself was holding its
breath, the tension in the air thick, as if it was waiting for them to begin.
Severus retrieved the Elder Wand, pressing it into Harry's hand as he stepped
into position. His hand dipped into the specially prepared oil.
"I shall retrace the runes on your right hand and wrist to ensure that our
magic combines efficiently to maximise our strength. Then, I'll use the same
oil to prepare you," Severus told him quietly.
Harry nodded, his eyes following Severus' fingers as they moved lightly against
his skin, widening slightly as Severus recoated them and brought them down
between their bodies. The play of emotion across Harry's face and the feeling
flooding through their bond reassured Severus that, despite the awkward
situation, Harry was enjoying what he was doing. By the time Severus added a
third finger, Harry was writhing beneath him, trying to draw the fingers in
deeper. Exploring gently, Severus brushed Harry's prostate, savouring with smug
satisfaction the reaction as the jolt of pleasure passed through the bond and
into him.
"Severus!"
The breathy quality of Harry's unspoken plea made Severus' cock throb even
harder. Recoating his fingers, he quickly finished the stretching and gingerly
slicked himself, before reaching down to lift Harry's legs. One hand on Harry's
hip and the other guiding his cock into position, Severus paused to take a deep
breath. Harry gasped as he felt Severus nudge at his entrance.
"Relax, Harry," Severus told him through gritted teeth. Leaning forward, he
braced his right hand on the cornerstone and grasped the Elder Wand with Harry,
the wood vibrating where his palm touched it. "Just concentrate on me and what
you are feeling through the bond. I'll say the incantation first and then we'll
do it again together when we climax."
Pressing forward, Severus could feel Harry's magic reaching out to him, their
bond alive with feelings until he wasn't sure which were his and which were
Harry's. With the use of gentle but firm pressure, Severus felt the resistance
of the muscles give.
Harry was moaning, his back already arching in a clear attempt to get closer.
"Push against me!" Severus gasped as Harry shifted to obey and the tip of his
cock started to slide forward. Concentrating, he lifted their hands and the
Elder Wand. "Redire Mortuis ad Pacem!"
As Severus slowly slid into Harry, a golden light seemed to illuminate the
cornerstone and began to slowly spread outward. Intent on his task, Severus
ignored it as he slowly sheathed himself in Harry's body.
Pausing to give Harry a chance to adjust to him, Severus leaned down and
covered Harry’s mouth with his until Harry began to squirm restlessly against
him. Waiting until he felt Harry’s pain fade, he kept one hand wrapped around
Harry's and the Elder Wand, and once he knew Harry’s pain had been replaced by
the beginnings of tentative pleasure, Severus used his other hand to grip
Harry's hip as he drew back and steadily pushed forward. Harry moved with him,
meeting him as he began, finally, to thrust.
Their movements were awkward at first, but finally they settled into a rhythm,
Severus using a smooth, steady motion. The light surrounding them increased in
intensity and it felt as if the spell Severus had cast was working through
them. Images began to form on the stone floor and ceiling of the chamber, the
pictures depicting witches and wizards fighting Inferi.
Coming into focus was Kingsley, face determined as he mowed down rows of
slavering creatures with a wand throwing steady fire. There was also Ron
Weasley and Pansy Parkinson back to back, their movements working in perfect
tandem as they, too, fought Inferi by setting rows upon rows of them on fire.
Minerva McGonagall was magnificent, wielding not just one but two wands, one in
each hand, as she pushed back the ravening, soulless creatures. Even Poppy
Pomfrey was conjuring boiling cauldrons which poured flaming pitch over Inferi
heads.
And yet it wasn’t enough. Severus could feel the castle protections failing,
could feel the fear that permeated the very walls of the chamber as their
friends and colleagues fought for their lives. His motions faltered as distress
filtered through the bond and Severus dragged his eyes away from the images to
meet Harry's, seeing grim determination there.
"Look at me, Severus," Harry said softly. "Just concentrate on me!"
He’s right.With great effort, Severus managed to ignore the images surrounding
them, focussing instead solely on Harry as he dropped the last of his personal
shields and opened the bond to the fullest.
Leaning down, he then kissed Harry thoroughly, desire and fear fuelling his
desperation as he began to snap his hips faster. As he lifted his head, Severus
could feel Harry's arousal return in full force, his erection hardening again
between them as he kept thrusting steadily. He kept his eyes locked on Harry’s,
fingers entwined around the Elder Wand, as he pushed them both towards their
climax.
"Touch yourself, Harry!" Severus hissed, knowing the sight of Harry pleasuring
himself would send him over the edge. And Harry, he realised as Harry’s
emotions poured into him.
The bond drew them together, fusing their thoughts and emotions almost as if
they were one being, their movements synchronized and without thought. Severus
felt the coil of arousal tightening in his abdomen, felt both of their bollocks
drawing up until the first wave of their orgasm hit him.
"Now!" he snapped, lifting their hands and the Elder Wand upwards.
Severus pressed his forehead against Harry's and as one, they intoned the spell
to counter the Dark Lord's vicious spell and return the dead, and their world,
to normal. The Elder Wand vibrated in their hands, the wood heating with the
force of their combined magic augmented by the sex magic that could only be
produced from the purest gift of love. A blinding light flared in the chamber
and Severus instinctively threw himself over Harry to protect him, thus missing
the blazing blue aura that surrounded the two of them.
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Harry felt wave after wave of intense pleasure and raw power flood through him,
Severus' reassuring weight protecting him as their magical energy flowed into
the Elder Wand and then outward into the world, the wand shuddering in his
hand. It all seemed overwhelming for a moment as a blinding light seemed to
envelop them and Harry wasn't sure if he'd fainted briefly.
When he opened his eyes, the chamber was dark, the glowing iridescent shield
the only light. Severus slowly pushed away from him and helped Harry stand up,
pulling him into a tight embrace for a moment before Summoning their clothing.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
Harry nodded, relaxing against Severus for a moment. He was tired, a bit sore,
but he felt...good. “Did it work?”
Severus wrapped his own robes around both of them before looking around. “We
should be able to tell soon enough.”
The shielding barrier glowed brighter for a moment and then began to dissolve
around the edges, and Harry scrambled into his jeans, thankful for the Cleaning
Charm he felt wash over him. The shield disappeared with a flash worthy of one
of Fred and George's Whizz-bangs and Harry stepped back into Severus' arms as
someone cast a Lumos.
"Harry?" Hermione, pale and drawn, stood next to Blaise, his arm wrapped
tightly around her waist. “Are you--?” her eyes darted to Severus’ face, “--
okay?”
Harry smiled and nodded in what he hoped was a reassuring way. “I’m fine.” He
felt more than fine, but he was hardly likely to tell her that.
"Your magic felt brilliant," Luna said, lifting her head off Draco's shoulder
to smile at them. "I think the castle liked it, too."
“Has anyone checked to see what’s going on outside?” Severus asked, releasing
Harry and moving away from him.
Suddenly cold, Harry bit his lip, doubt flooding him. Was it over? Was Severus
done with him? As if Harry had spoken aloud, Severus froze, then turned to face
him. A surge of reassurance laced with a healthy dose of lust enveloped Harry.
Holding out his hand, Severus said, “Well, are you coming? We should see our
handiwork.”
Grinning, Harry took his hand. “Of course. Lead on.”
Outside the castle, people were milling about, stepping over dead bodies.
“Severus! There you are! Whatever you did worked,” Kingsley said, walking up to
Harry and Severus, grinning tiredly.
“What happened?” asked Severus.
Kingsley exhaled. “They got through the barrier and were attacking us. We
fought back, of course, but there were so many of them--” He shook his head.
“We lost a couple of the St Mungo’s folks, I’m afraid, who hesitated because
some of them were former patients. Anyway, we were having to give up ground and
move towards the castle when there was a bright flash and they collapsed. None
of them have moved again since.” He clasped Severus’ arm. “And they won’t, will
they?”
Severus smiled. “They should not. I believe the ritual we performed completely
reversed Voldemort’s dying curse.”
Kingsley closed his eyes. “Thank Merlin.” He wavered on his feet and Harry
reached for him to prevent him falling.
“You should get some sleep, Kingsley,” Severus said, supporting Kingsley’s
other side. “We all should.”
“You’re right.” Poppy appeared beside them. “We’re all fighting exhaustion and
grief. This was a tragedy, and we all need to heal.”
“Well I’m for a kip first,” Kingsley said, his words slurring as fatigue
clearly caught up with him. “And I don’t think I can make it all the way back
to my home just yet. Do you mind if I--?”
“Everyone can sleep here,” Severus said. “And we all should. It’s almost night
anyway. And even if we don’t have enough beds, I’m sure a comfortable corner
will do.”
“Some of us can share beds,” Draco offered. Luna, whose hand he was holding,
smiled.
Harry bit back a grin as Severus’ feelings on the matter came through the bond.
Something told him lots of people would be sharing beds that night.
Severus held up a hand. “Sleeping arrangements are not my primary concern at
the moment, Draco. All I need is to know who survived and make sure we have
accommodations for all of them.”
“The house-elves can do all that,” Harry said. “I think we all just need to
rest.”
It only took moments to summon the house-elves, who were still being led by
Kreacher, and they were only too happy to make up rooms for all the wizards and
witches.
Harry and Severus ended up in Severus’ room, of course, and from the emotions
emanating from the bond, Harry could tell he was as nervous as Harry was about
what would happen. “You must be sore,” Severus murmured as he undressed.
“A bit,” Harry admitted. “And tired. Although I feel good.” He bit his lip.
Would Severus want to do it again so soon? Was there a potion he could take?
“Which is why I thought perhaps you would like to reciprocate tonight.”
Harry blinked as what Severus had said penetrated. “You mean you want me to--?”
Severus turned towards him. “Of course.” He smiled. “I can tell you like the
idea.”
Harry blushed. “That bond won’t let us keep secrets, will it?”
“Not as long as we keep our minds open to each other.” Severus drew him close.
“Now, shall we retire?”
“Please,” Harry whispered, and as they tumbled into bed, he found his second
wind. Sleep, he discovered, came much more easily after lovemaking.
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Severus was nervous. Having interpreted the request for an interview he’d
received from Kingsley as a summons, he was waiting in the anteroom to
Kingsley’s office. Behind him were Aurors, and while they hadn’t made any
threatening moves, Severus knew he could very easily be made into a prisoner.
“It’s going to be fine,” Harry murmured, reassurance thrumming through the
bond.
Severus exhaled. “For you, yes,” he said. “My future is not as assured.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Harry’s hand tightened on his. “You’re a
hero, and everyone should know by now.”
Severus smiled. Harry had been quite vocal in his defence. If there was anyone
in the wizarding world who wasn’t aware of Severus’ role in the war effort they
were buried under a rock. “There may be a wizard in Timbuktu who’s unaware,” he
murmured.
Harry grinned. “I’m working on contacting him, too.”
The door to Kingsley’s inner sanctum opened and Percy Weasley gestured to them.
“You may go in and see the Minister now.”
Both Severus and Harry rose and, hand in hand, entered the office. Fortunately
for Severus’ peace of mind, his Auror escort remained outside.
Kingsley was standing in front of his desk, hand outstretched. “Severus! Harry!
It’s good to see you both.”
After shaking both their hands, Kingsley gestured to the chairs facing his desk
and sat down in his own.
“It’s good to see you, too, Minister,” Harry said. “And the Ministry looks
great. Almost back to normal.”
“Please call me Kingsley.” Kingsley smiled. “And thank you. We’re working hard
on restoring it. There was a lot of damage caused by the Death Eaters, and the
Inferi were not especially good caretakers either.”
Severus smirked. “Indeed, I imagine not.”
“You’re probably wondering why you’re here,” Kingsley said. “First, let me
reassure you, there are not going to be any charges pressed against you,
Severus. You and Harry saved us all, and in light of the evidence Harry has
provided, not to mention the testimony of Dumbledore’s portrait, the only thing
to do with you that we’re still debating is what sort of Order of Merlin we
plan to award you.”
Severus blinked, surprised.
“He deserves a First Class,” Harry said, leaning forward. “It’s only right.”
As fierce protectiveness and love vibrated along the bond, Severus closed his
eyes, at once humbled and awed but the depths of Harry’s feeling for him. It
had been weeks and he was still getting used to having someone who believed in
him the way Harry did.
Laughing, Kingsley held up a hand. “I know and I agree, Harry. But some of the
Wizengamot are, difficult, as you know. And the Order of Merlin, First Class
comes with a significant stipend. Still, I believe they will do the right thing
in the end.”
“Is that why you brought me here?” Severus asked once he could speak.
“Not exactly.” Leaning forward, Kingsley pushed a newspaper towards him. “I
thought you’d like to see what we did about the Inferi in the Muggle world.”
Picking up the paper, Severus read the headline, his eyebrows going up as he
did so. “Bath salts?” he said.
Kingsley nodded. “It was a brilliant bit of fiction created by the Obliviators
we sent out. Too many Muggles had seen the Inferi eating people so we created
this idea of a new Muggle drug that causes hallucinations.” He shrugged. ”And
cannibalism.”
Harry, who was reading beside Severus, coughed. “And the Muggles are believing
this story?”
Kingsley smiled. “Yes. Many are horrified, of course, but it’s certainly easier
for them to accept than the idea that dead bodies are roaming the countryside
eating people.”
“Yes,” Harry said, shuddering. “I suppose it is.”
“As soon as the Wizengamot rules on your award, I’ll let you know,” Kingsley
said. “In the meantime, how’s Hogwarts’ rebuilding coming along?”
“It’s proceeding well,” Severus said. “A bit slow, but we do have a lot of
volunteers.”
“True.” Kingsley sighed. “A shame that your ritual destroyed the Elder Wand in
the end, it would probably have been quite useful in the rebuilding process.”
“Yes,” Harry said, tone bland. “It was a shame.”
Severus kept his face straight and Occlumency shields closed as he met
Kingsley’s gaze.
After a moment, Kingsley nodded. “Well, gentlemen, I’ll let you get back to the
rebuilding. Harry, any idea what your plans are once that’s done?”
Harry’s fingers tightened on Severus’. “I thought I may apply for a job at
Hogwarts.” He smiled. “I do get along with the current headmaster.”
Kingsley laughed. “So I hear.” He winked. “Well, if you decide you need a
little more excitement, let me know. I think the Auror corps could use a man of
your talents.”
Harry shook his head. “I think I’ve had enough excitement to last me a
lifetime, Minister.”
“Fair enough.” And, as Kingsley rose to see them out, he patted Severus’
shoulder. “Try to keep him out of trouble will you?”
Severus glanced at Harry. “You can be assured I’ll do my best.”
After they’d left Kingsley’s office, they walked through the newly restored
Ministry Atrium, featuring the rebuilt fountain. It had been redesigned, and
depicted all the magical races standing together, arms entwined. It was a
harmonious sculpture, cleverly rendered. They stopped to look at it and,
softly, Harry whispered, “Do you think he believed you about the Elder Wand?”
Severus shrugged. “Whether he did or not is a moot point. The word is out that
it is gone.”
Harry smiled. “And it is. No one knows we put it back in Dumbledore’s tomb.”
“True.” Severus sighed. “And you should now be free of idiots trying to defeat
you simply to obtain it.” He had been worried that Harry would have become
addicted to the power and would seek to keep it, but he had welcomed Severus’
suggestion, and Severus sensed no regrets through the bond.
“Maybe we should go home,” Harry suggested. “We still have a lot of work to do
there.”
Severus smiled. I could get used to this...contentment, he thought. “Indeed we
do.”
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