Snarry-a-thon11: FIC: Of Teddy Bears and House-elves Title: Of Teddy Bears and House-elves Author:fancypantsdylan Rating: NC-17 Word count: ~8,800 Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *Wanking, a grown man cuddling a teddy bear ;), interfering house-elves, oh and man sex :D* Prompt: Snape's animagus form is a stuffed animal and Harry sleeps with him every night after accidentally buying him in a shop in Hogsmeade. Summary: Harry buys a battered old teddy bear from a shop in Hogsmeade, not realising it is Snape. The only way to change him back, according to Kreacher, is for Harry to use his wand. A/N: I wish to thank veridari for the first read through of the unfinished story and torino10154 who also read it in is first unfinished draft but who also helped with the additional text that came about because of comments from starduchess’s beta. She did a wonderful job and I thank her most profusely. The help and support these three gave was greatly appreciated, thanks guys *group hug* Any other mistakes are all mine.
Of Teddy Bears and House-elves
Harry snuggled down with the battered teddy bear he’d picked up one day not long after the Battle of Hogwarts. Giving the old bear a squeeze, Harry leant over the side of the bed, muttered “Nox” and, with the flick of his wand, turned the lights out.
“It was a hard day, today,” Harry began, squeezing the teddy tightly against him. “George had a bit of a relapse and started talking to Fred again.” Harry sighed at the thought of his friend so destroyed over the loss of his twin that he ended up having one-sided conversations, which weirdly Harry could actually follow.
“I don’t know how to help him,” Harry continued. “His mum wants him to go away for a while, but honestly I don’t think that will help. Ron wants to take over the shop and let George heal, but George needs the shop. No one seems to understand that. What should I do?” Harry asked the teddy, hoping against hope that it would suddenly come to life and help him.
The first time he’d seen the toy in Twiggyhipples Toy Shop, Harry had felt an instant affinity with it. It was well worn and reminded him of one of Dudley’s teddies he’d saved when he was four years old. Dudley had thrown it away after he’d ripped an ear off of it. This bear still had both its ears, but it had the look of being very old and very battered. The deep, penetrating, obsidian eyes staring back at Harry made him feel as if the bear knew exactly who Harry was and judged him accordingly.
“And I keep having those dreams about Snape,” Harry changed topics, knowing he wasn’t going to get any answers regarding George. “You know the ones, where he’s smiling at me, running his hand down my cheek lovingly, then bringing my face up to his to kiss me so tenderly … oh, crap.”
Looking down, Harry realised he was hard, the bedclothes tenting in the middle. This obsession with Snape was getting way out of hand, but somehow having the teddy to cuddle and tell all his secrets to was helping … well, a little anyway.
Placing the bear on the opposite pillow, Harry pushed the bedclothes aside, slipped off his pyjama bottoms and took hold of his straining cock with one hand. The other hand found its way under his balls to his hole. With no preamble, Harry thrust two fingers into his waiting entrance, opening himself up. Stroking his other hand up and down his cock, with a quick twist when he reached the head, Harry fucked and stroked himself to completion, screaming out “Severus!” as he exploded all over his stomach.
Muttering a decent ‘Scourgify’ on himself a few minutes later, Harry reached for the battered old bear, tucking it against his side and fell asleep.
~*~*~
“Shit, shit, shit,” Severus thought as he watched Potter pleasure himself and scream his name as he came.
He had been with Potter now for long enough to know that every night was going to end the same way. Potter would discuss his day or ask him his opinion on something, knowing full well that a battered teddy bear couldn’t answer back. Then he’d masturbate, call out Snape's name, and fall instantly off to sleep, leaving Severus wide awake and so horny, yet he couldn’t do anything about it stuck in this ridiculous form.
Severus sighed, he really only had himself to blame. After he learnt how to become an Animagus – he thought it a prudent challenge when he became a spy for Dumbledore - and found out his form - much to his disgust - was a battered old teddy bear, he’d been determined to never change ever again. That first change back had gone exactly as the text book had instructed, that’s why he couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t change back now.
However, after Apparating away from the Shrieking Shack, still weak from the blood loss, he’d managed to get as far as Hogsmeade, just behind Twiggyhipples Toy Shop. One of the assistants had stumbled out, taking Severus by surprise, from whence he turned into his Animagus form. Seeing the battered old bear, the assistant had picked him up, muttering about ‘shoplifters abandoning pricey merchandise,’ then took him inside, stuffing him in the front of the window with the other toys on display.
A month or so later - Severus wasn’t really sure how long it was for time seemed to stand still when he was in his Animagus form - Potter had picked him up from the front window and brought him back to his home.
He’d tried several times to get the brat’s attention, but Potter seemed completely oblivious to Severus’ overtures. Severus was able to do some magic, like move himself from one place to another and shift objects as long as they weren’t too heavy, but other than that, nothing. It was very frustrating, because it seemed that Potter didn’t even notice this.
Severus was suddenly pulled closer to Potter’s body. Sighing, Severus gave a little wriggle and settled down. If Potter was going to remain oblivious for the time being, he might as well get some sleep.
~*~*~
Harry woke to find another wet spot on his pyjamas. This was becoming a bad habit. The only thing he could remember from those dreams were long slender fingers, a deep sexy drawl and a dark penetrating gaze. Darting a look at the teddy bear, Harry was pleased to see that the animal was wide awake – which was good, cause Harry didn’t think he could stand it if the bear was actually sleeping. Getting up, Harry showered and got ready for another day at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and wondered whether George would still be talking to an invisible Fred or not.
“See ya' tonight,” Harry called to the teddy, before disappearing through his Floo.
~*~*~
Severus eyed Harry’s retreating form and set to work. He wanted to see what else he might be able to do with the limited magic this form seemed to have.
Appearing in the brat’s kitchen, Severus was surprised to see Kreacher ambling about.
The house-elf took one look at him and asked, more to himself than Severus, “What is Headmaster Snape doing in Master Harry’s kitchen?”
Severus would have whooped with joy if he could have whooped at present, but seeing as he couldn’t, he just stared long and hard at the old house-elf.
“Why’s you not speaking, Headmaster Snape?” Kreacher asked him directly.
Severus managed to shake his head, an odd jerking motion.
“You’s can’t speak,” Kreacher surmised. “Kreacher could makes you speak.”
Severus shook his head again … well, jerked it anyway.
“Why’s not?” the house-elf asked suspiciously. “Don’t you’s want to be able to speak to Master Harry?”
Again, Severus shook his head. No, he didn’t want to speak to Master Harry; he wanted someone to get him the fuck out of this form and back to his own!
“You’s is stuck,” Kreacher finally got to the point.
Severus nodded his head, this time a jerky movement from back to front. He was beginning to get a headache from all the head movement.
“Kreacher could help, but Kreacher can’t turn you back permanently. You’s need a wizard or witch for that,” Kreacher told him helpfully, or not, seeing as how he couldn’t communicate at the moment.
Severus scowled, then realised this might just be his only way out and nodded his head vigorously, agreeing with Kreacher.
Kreacher smiled, which was just creepy, and pointed a finger in Severus’ direction. A shot of blue light sprung from his finger tips. Severus spun in place, and suddenly he had his body again.
~*~*~
Harry came home that evening, tired and hungry. George had been slightly better and had only consulted with Fred once that day. Harry wished sometimes he could talk to Fred as well. Perhaps he’d have an idea why Ginny did nothing for him yet the thought of Snape made him all hot and tingly.
Stepping into the kitchen, Harry smiled as he spied the shepherd’s pie and treacle tart pudding awaiting him, both under warming charms. Kreacher was such a dear; he wouldn’t part with him for anything, regardless of what Hermione said. Kreacher was finally happy again, serving a ‘Master’ who appreciated everything he did, and although he had been a little nervous leaving Grimmauld Place, he had settled down to the little cottage on the outskirts of Godric’s Hollow.
After eating, Harry set the cleaning charms to his plate and utensils and climbed the stairs to bed. Harry took a leak, brushed his teeth and giving his face a wipe round with the flannel, went into the bedroom and slipped on his pyjama bottoms. Smiling as he spied the battered bear, Harry picked it up.
“George had a better day today. I think he just needs time. Angelina came in as well and that seemed to perk him up,” Harry told the toy conversationally. “So, what did you get up to today?”
The bear stared back at him; he got the feeling it was secretly smiling at him. Harry shook his head, he could swear there was something different about the bear, but looking again, the teddy looked exactly like he had this morning when he left.
“And I keep thinking about Snape. I had to go to the loo twice to see to myself today,” Harry told the toy. “I think George might suspect; just hope he doesn’t think it was because of him. Now that would be embarrassing.”
The old bear just stared back, saying nothing as usual. And as usual, all this talk about Snape and the shop and Snape’s effect on Harry had Harry pushing down the bedclothes and rubbing one off.
~*~*~
Severus woke to a hand stroking his thigh, a hand that was not his own. Turning, Severus sighed. Whatever Kreacher had done to him, it would appear it only gave him back his body sporadically. Immersing himself in the hand stroking his thigh, Severus knew he should wake Potter, but the stroking was doing such delicious things to his insides, he didn’t want to stop it just yet, and wasn’t that just perverse of him.
Severus watched as Potter turned in his sleep, his hand creeping nearer towards Severus’ groin. Holding his breath, Severus watched as the brat’s hand worked its way around his prick, squeezing gently then flicking the head, making Severus gasp with pleasure. He really should wake Potter, but he couldn’t seem to find his voice now that he had it back.
~*~*~
Harry was having the most wonderful dream. Snape was laid out before him for his pleasure. He stroked those surprisingly muscular thighs, working his way to the prize nestled between strong legs and a thatch of black hair. Harry moaned. Snape’s prick was beautiful - long and delightfully thick towards the top. Harry wanted to bend his head and swallow him whole. Not wanting to lose the dream, Harry contented himself with stroking up and squeezing his hand around Snape’s cock, flicking the tip where a drop of pre-come gathered.
Bringing his finger to his tongue for a taste, Harry groaned when the salty come tantalised his taste buds. There was a tiny hint of a sweet taste as well, making the flavour just right.
~*~*~
Severus nearly came when he watched Potter lick his finger clean of Severus’ own fluid. The way the brat licked up every morsel of his essence made Severus groan. He’d never realised how arousing this young man could be. He endured a couple more minutes of the stroking and squeezing before he exploded all over his stomach and Potter’s hand, which the perverse brat proceeded to lick clean.
Severus knew he should wake Potter now, but watching the infuriating boy wrap his hand around his own prick and bring himself to completion made Severus’ head spin, and before he could utter one word, he found himself back in his Animagus form, unable to speak.
Fuck!
~*~*~
Harry woke slowly. The dream had seemed so real, the body so solid, he couldn’t believe that when he looked over to the other side of the bed, all he saw was the battered teddy bear, which was now glaring at him. Harry did a double-take; yep, the bear was glaring. What the fuck was going on? How could an inanimate object glare?
Scrambling out of bed, Harry picked up the bear, studying it more closely. There was some kind of white fluid on its right leg. Harry ran a finger through the milky substance, gingerly took a taste and gasped; it tasted just like in his dream. Harry dropped the teddy on the bed, whizzed through his morning routine and left for the shop without eating breakfast.
~*~*~
“Morning, Harry,” George called cheerfully to him. “What’s the matter?”
“I had a really bizarre dream last night,” Harry told him without thinking.
George smiled, knowingly. “Anything to do with why you kept escaping to the loo yesterday?”
Harry closed his eyes, knowing now that George had picked up on his behaviour. Damn him for having a good day when Harry didn’t need him to be so observant, immediately feeling guilty afterwards because he really did want George to get better.
Taking a deep breath, Harry let everything he had been feeling, dreaming and thinking about recently out. He told George about the battered old teddy bear he’d bought; the dreams about Snape, how he couldn’t stop thinking about him and how it was affecting him physically; his inability to be aroused by Ginny. That problem had sorted itself out with her dumping him for Neville, but still, if he couldn’t even get aroused by his former girlfriend, or any girl for that matter, there surely had to be something wrong with him, wasn’t there? Not to mention how worried Harry was about George and his talking to Fred and how envious he was of his friend being able to talk to Fred, when he, Harry, would love to talk to Fred, too, though the last wasn’t supposed to have been revealed.
George listened attentively to everything Harry told him, smiling widely at the confession regarding Fred. The twins had always been close to Harry, sometimes he thought they were closer than Ron had been, and for Harry to want to speak to Fred as well just confirmed how right George knew it was that Harry was now working with him.
As for his problem with Ginny and girls, he always thought Harry was a little bisexual, especially after Fred and he had caught a much younger Harry eying Oliver one day after Quidditch practice in the showers.
Finally having processed everything Harry had told him, George put him out of his misery. “Harry, there’s nothing wrong with you. I think you may like boys and girls. I’m a little disturbed that it’s Snape you’re focusing on,” George paused, “but it’s understandable. You, Ron and Hermione were the last to see him alive, and something like that will stick with a person.”
“Now as for talking to Fred, go right ahead. I won’t think badly of you; I assure you it’s therapeutic in a way,” George confessed. “I know he’s not really there. It’s just comforting sometimes to get a second opinion.”
“But my dream last night was so real. I could actually feel flesh and stuff,” Harry trailed off, turning his head away in embarrassment.
“Dreams can be very real sometimes, Harry. But you have to remember Snape is dead. You saw him die yourself, remember?” George nudged Harry’s shoulder in a friendly fashion.
Harry sighed. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
Eyeing his friend with a twinkle, George told him, “Now if you want to talk to Fred, talk to him; he’s a great conversationalist.”
Harry smiled. George was a lot better than even Harry had given him credit for.
~*~*~
When Harry got home that night, he smelt the distinct aroma of rosemary and peppermint leaves.
“Kreacher!” Harry called. “Have you been brewing?” he asked the old house-elf when he appeared.
“No, Master Harry,” Kreacher replied, bowing his head so his nose nearly touched the floor.
“But I can distinctly smell Pepper-up potion and something else … it’s sweet but not overly so, reminds me of something,” Harry mused, sniffing the air again and running his tongue over his lips, as if tasting the air would give him the answer. Then, almost like a light-bulb had gone off in his head, Harry snapped his fingers. “Dreamless Sleep - that’s it. I’d know it anywhere. Dumbledore was always trying to get me to drink it after one of my adventures.”
“Kreacher was not brewing, Master Harry,” Kreacher repeated.
Harry nodded his head as if in agreement, but knew something was amiss, because although house-elves couldn’t lie to their Masters, Kreacher wasn’t telling Harry the whole story either.
Deciding to let Kreacher tell him in his own time, Harry replied, “I think I’ll have my dinner upstairs, Kreacher. Please bring it up in half an hour, after I’ve showered.” Wearily, Harry turned and trudged up the stairs to the bathroom and the long-awaited shower.
~*~*~
Kreacher watched until Harry disappeared around the bend in the staircase. Hurrying back into the kitchen, he told Snape, “You’s must get upstairs immediately. Master Harry is home and knows someone has been brewing.”
“I’m not sure I can, Kreacher,” Severus began. “I’ve been normal for much longer than before. Are you sure you haven’t cured me?”
“You’s need a wizard, Kreacher was telling you this yesterday,” Kreacher insisted, pushing Severus out of the kitchen. “And Master Harry will wonder where his teddy bear is.”
Severus sighed, about to tell the old house-elf again that he didn’t think he could change, when he was suddenly sitting much closer to the floor and was unable to talk. “Fuck!” he thought, as Kreacher picked him up and popped him back onto Potter’s bed.
~*~*~
That night Harry dreamt again of long fingers playing his body to perfection. When he awoke, his pyjama bottoms were again soiled, and he still felt something wasn’t quite right.
When he went to the bathroom for his morning ablutions, Harry looked in the bathroom cabinet, finding three new vials of Pepper-Up potion and Dreamless Sleep, which he definitely knew he hadn’t brewed. He knew someone had been brewing, so either Kreacher was lying or someone else was brewing the potions and giving them to Kreacher for Harry, which didn’t make sense, because the only person Harry could think of was Hermione, and she was still in Australia, reacquainting herself with her parents.
~*~*~
So it went for the next few days; Harry would go to work and come back to find someone had been brewing. Kreacher still denied it was him, and although Harry wanted to believe him, knowing full well that Kreacher couldn’t or shouldn’t be able to lie to him, there was something Kreacher wasn’t telling him, and that’s what bothered Harry the most.
Harry didn’t think whoever was doing it meant any harm, as nothing else in the house was touched, just his cauldron and potion supplies - supplies he would have to replenish soon. In some ways he just wanted to know so he could thank the person. His potion cabinet had never been this well-stocked – ever.
Thinking that whoever it was would most likely cock-up at some point, Harry decided to leave a monitoring charm in the kitchen. However, when he came by to check, the monitoring charm had mysteriously been disabled. Trying again the next day, Harry only came back to find the same thing had happened. So with a shrug he gave up on that idea, hoping against hope that the person would slip up.
~*~*~
It was about a week later when Harry walked back into his bedroom after his morning shower and stopped dead. Either he was having a hallucination or there was a naked man in his bed.
Wand raised, Harry walked quietly over to the bed where he paused. A niggling thought in the back of his head was telling him he knew this person. Not wanting to disturb the man by turning his body, Harry walked around to the other side of the bed, so he could see the person more clearly.
As he caught sight of the face, Harry gasped in surprise. Taking a hold of one of the bedposts for support, Harry moved his head closer. Lying naked (though admittedly under the covers) was none other than Severus Snape. Harry rubbed his eyes, not quite believing what he was seeing. Opening them again … nope, it was still Snape. Just to make sure, Harry pinched himself, but unless this was a very vivid dream, Harry was definitely awake and seeing Severus Snape in his bed. ‘Naked’ was the only thought that kept popping into his head. Not that Snape was supposed to be dead, oh no, Harry had to focus on the fact that he was naked.
“Professor …,” Harry called, gently prodding one unclothed shoulder.
Severus moaned in irritation, he was having such a wonderful dream. He was wrapped in the arms of his lover, someone who cared only for him and wanted to keep him from harm.
“Professor,” Harry called a little louder this time, a firmer prod to Snape’s shoulder.
“In a minute, too cosy to move right now,” Severus mumbled.
This time, Harry gave Snape a rough shove along with, “PROFESSOR!”
Severus sat bolt up right in bed, instinctively reaching for his wand. “What! What?”
“Sna … Snape,” Harry stammered, even though he’d been staring at the man for several minutes, still stunned that he was really real.
“Potter?” Severus returned, realising he was wandless and feeling rather vulnerable without it.
“You’re alive,” Harry continued inanely.
“So it would seem,” Severus began, then muttering, “no thanks to you.”
Harry, ever vigilant, flashed green eyes at Severus. “How dare you. I came back, but your body had vanished.”
“That was because I recovered enough to save myself,” Severus countered.
Harry’s ire seemed to vanish in that one simple statement. Sighing, he realised he couldn’t even save those he loved, let alone Snape. “Sorry.”
Something inside Severus seemed to break at that one single word. Gathering the sheet around his waist - no point making the situation anymore awkward - Severus swung his legs over the side of the bed, so he was sitting beside Harry.
“You did everything you could possibly have done,” Severus told him. “I would likely have done exactly the same. You thought I was dead. You had my memories. What more was there to do?”
“But I should have looked more closely or been quicker,” Harry told him. “But what the hell are you doing here?”
Severus groaned, knowing he would have to explain and hope against hope that the boy could break whatever ridiculous charm that was now wrecking havoc with his life.
“I’m your teddy bear,” Severus told Harry simply.
“Huh?”
“It is my Animagus form. And if I find out you’ve told anyone, I will hex your bollocks off,” Severus warned him.
“But I didn’t think … no, never mind,” Harry replied. “Oh. My. God!” Harry shouted, realising he’d been talking to Snape all this time and jacking off in front of him, too.
Turning a red to rival that of Gryffindor’s common room, Harry buried his face in his hands, muttering, “It can’t be true. It can’t be true,” over and over again.
Severus let Harry continue in this vein for several minutes before pulling Harry’s head up and telling him, “Get over it. I have.”
“You saw me wank; I told you personal stuff; you saw me wank!” Harry was becoming hysterical. He knew he was, but the fact was his teacher had witnessed something so personal and heard things that Harry had never even told Hermione or Ron.
“Potter! Get a hold of yourself, please.” Severus rolled his eyes. Honestly eighteen-year-old boys were as bad as any eighteen-year-old girls at times. “It’s not the end of the world.” Severus did his best to reassure the young man.
Harry finally got himself under control. “You’re alive,” he whispered, reverently this time, reaching up to touch Severus’ face but pulling back at the last minute.
Severus scanned Harry’s face for any kind of sarcasm but found none, taking particular note that Harry had wanted to touch him. “Yes, I’m alive. But before you go off half-cocked again, I need your help.”
“Anything,” Harry promised.
Severus reluctantly told Harry about his little problem, expecting at any moment to be mocked. Surprisingly, Harry listened and waited patiently for Severus to finish.
“And you say Kreacher says you need a wizard or witch to help you, is that right?” Harry asked.
“Yes. But quite honestly, I don’t know what he’s on about. Perhaps if you tried the spell Black and Lupin performed on Pettigrew …,” Severus trailed off, as Harry started to shake his head.
“I’m sorry sir, but I have no idea what that spell was.” Harry slumped his shoulders in defeat. “But didn’t you say you’re staying longer in human form? Perhaps it’s wearing off,” Harry finished hopefully.
“I could get Hermione to do some research, but it would have to wait until she gets back with her parents from Australia, but then she’d want to know what it was for,” Harry added unhelpfully.
“No, thank you. The fewer people who know about this the better. Would it be all right if I looked at some of the books in your library? I noticed some that had been in Black’s that might be helpful,” Severus asked.
“Of course, sir, my home is your home,” Harry told Snape, surprised when he realised it was true. Knowing Snape was alive and well, albeit a teddy bear half the time, gave Harry a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
“Are you hungry?” Harry asked remembering he was supposed to be getting ready for work.
“I have not eaten since yesterday lunch time, the last time -” Severus waved a hand in front of himself, “- I was in my human form. I could do with something to eat. Thank you.”
Harry smiled, “I’ll just go start breakfast. There are some of Remus’ clothes I brought from Grimmauld Place, I think they should be in the wardrobe over there,” Harry indicated with his hand. “Have a look in the back and take whatever you like. They should fit you, for now, anyway.”
Harry backed towards the bedroom door. “Come down when you’re ready.”
Severus watched Harry leave, relieved a little that someone else other than Kreacher knew he was alive, but somehow knowing it was Potter gave Severus a secret thrill, a thrill he didn’t quite want to scrutinise too closely at present.
~*~*~
As Harry left for work that morning, after a breakfast that had been quiet but companionable in a way he’d never have thought it would have been, he turned to Severus. “Well, I’m off now,” and as an afterthought, “and I suppose it’s you who’s been supplying my medicine cabinet with potions. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Severus replied. “After all I needed something to do whilst I was human again.”
Harry chuckled. “Well, if you run out of any ingredients, just leave a list. I’ll get them ordered and sent here directly.”
Once again, Severus was amazed at Harry’s generosity. Harry hadn’t flinched or laughed at his predicament, for which Severus was very grateful.
“I shall do that,” Severus said, hoping that now Harry knew, they’d find away to break this bloody spell.
~*~*~
“Looks like you’ve got a visitor, mate,” George nudged Harry.
Harry turned just in time to see Kreacher creep around the counter.
“Kreacher, is something wrong at home?” Harry asked. He hadn’t told George or anyone about Severus. He had promised. For Kreacher to show up at work was pretty unusual.
“Master Harry, you’s need to come home,” Kreacher said, staring intently at Harry as if, perhaps, the house-elf was trying to perform Legilimency on him.
“Has something happened?” Harry asked, pulling Kreacher into the back room so that they could talk more freely.
Kreacher nodded his head, simply stating again, “You’s need to come home, Master Harry.”
Nodding his head, Harry told Kreacher to stay there while he went to have a word with George.
George shrugged his shoulders, “If you’ve got to go, Harry, go, mate. We’re pretty slow today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Harry thanked his partner, went back for Kreacher and went home with a pop. Sometimes, Harry thought, it was nice to have a house-elf who could just pop in and out of places without the nauseating use of Apparation or getting dirty through the Floo.
~*~*~
When they got back to the house, all was quiet. Harry checked the kitchen. No Severus. The bedroom was empty as well, leaving Harry a little concerned.
“Kreacher, where is he?” Harry asked.
“Master Snape’s in the garden,” Kreacher replied, leading Harry back through the kitchen and outside.
Harry acknowledged to himself that Kreacher was now calling Snape ‘Master Snape’ rather than ‘Headmaster Snape,’ a distinction Harry liked. It was if Kreacher had readily accepted Snape into their lives, something that gave Harry another little thrill.
Stepping out into the garden, Harry sighed in relief when he saw the older man. His heart had been beating ten to the dozen, and now that he knew Snape was OK, or as OK as he’d ever be in his present predicament, Harry’s heart returned to a normal rhythm.
“So, why was it urgent I come home?” Harry asked Kreacher.
“Master Snape is needing a wizard,” Kreacher stated.
“What the hell does that mean?” Harry asked, his voice rising sharply. “You’ve said the same to Snape, but I have no idea what you mean.”
“You must fix him with your wand,” Kreacher said simply, as if Harry should know what he meant.
“But I’ve told him and now I’m telling you, I’ve no idea how to fix him. The spell Sirius and Remus used on Pettigrew - I have no idea what it was,” Harry said, feeling worse about the whole situation. He’d help Snape if he could, but the Animagus spell and counter spell was supposed to be used by the caster, so why Snape couldn’t change back normally was flummoxing Harry.
“Kreacher, you need to explain more. I’m sorry but my wand -” Harry waved his wand at Kreacher, “- just won’t work unless I know exactly what you mean.”
Kreacher eyed Harry with a certain indulgence one might show a child. Sighing, Kreacher took Harry’s hand and showed him exactly what he meant.
Snape was spread out on Harry’s bed naked, while Harry crawled up the fit body, kissing, nipping and stroking every bit of exposed flesh he could. Reaching Snape’s head, Harry leant down and tenderly kissed each of Snape’s cheeks and forehead, before capturing those thin, soft lips, in what could only be called a loving kiss.
As the scene progressed, Harry gently prepared Snape, making sure he was as ready as he could be. Aligning himself, he pushed gently into Snape’s body, stopping every so often so that Snape could adjust to Harry’s length.
As they ‘thrust and parried’ with each other, a strange blue light surrounded the pair, engulfing both of them as they reached their completion together.
Harry staggered back from Kreacher’s hold, not quite believing what Kreacher was showing him. He had to have sex with Snape to make the man better!? How ridiculously silly was that?
“And this is the only way to cure him?” Harry asked, shaking his head to get the image of Snape as he climaxed to stop playing in front of him again and again.
“Master Harry knows deep down that this is the only way,” Kreacher replied reproachfully.
“But will he do it?” Harry asked more to himself than Kreacher.
“Kreacher showed him this morning. That’s why Kreacher came to get you.” Kreacher answered.
Closing his eyes, Harry took several deep breaths. Opening them again, he met the deep penetrating gaze of Severus Snape.
~*~*~
“So, we’re really going to do this?” Harry asked as the tension built back in Harry’s bedroom.
“I am not as adverse to the idea, but I see you have some reservations,” Severus said, eyeing Harry wearily.
Harry stood rooted to the spot. Yes, he did have reservations, but not the ones he thought Snape might be referring to. It wasn’t because this would be his first time with a man or woman, nor was it because it was Snape, after all the dreams and things he’d been doing, especially in front of Snape – albeit unknowingly – it was more to do with Harry not wanting to force Snape. After all as far as he knew, Snape had been in love with his mother, plus Harry didn’t even know if Snape liked blokes. Harry didn’t want Snape doing something he didn’t or wouldn’t normally do just to get back permanently to his human form.
Severus watched as different emotions played across Harry’s face, intrigued about what he was seeing. He knew if he pushed just a little harder, he could Legilimise Harry, something he didn’t really want to do, but if Harry didn’t say something shortly, he might just do that very thing.
Taking a deep breath, Harry sat down on the bed. Turning to a still standing Severus, Harry began to talk.
“I want to do this. I just want to make sure this is what you really want. I won’t be a substitute for my mother, not even for you,” Harry stipulated.
Severus gave a short laugh, finally understanding Harry’s hesitancy.
“Have no fear, Harry. I would never mistake you for Lily. Lily was the only woman I ever loved, but in the same way, I assume, you love Miss Granger. Perhaps at first I thought we could be a couple, but after a few incidents – which I will not go into here – I finally realised it could never be. Lily knew this, and I think this, along with my actions in fifth year, helped cause our split,” Severus finished.
What Severus didn’t tell him was that during the middle of Harry’s sixth year, it had become apparent that Harry was using his old potions book, and although at first Severus was most aggrieved (to say the least), Harry’s apparent admiration for the Prince and his almost Slytherin-like cunning using the book to improve his potions mark, made Severus pause. The incident with Malfoy in the girls’ bathroom nearly set his opinion back of Harry, it had been a totally stupid thing to do, using a spell you did not know the outcome of, though Severus had to admire that Harry took his punishment like a man, even if he was a little hostile at times.
The thing that really changed Severus’ mind, was knowing that Harry had prevailed in retrieving a Horcrux - albeit a fake one – getting himself and Albus back to the castle, only to find it had been invaded. Even then Harry hadn’t given up. After watching Albus be killed by Severus, Harry had chased several known Death Eaters through the castle and then attacked Severus directly. Severus had done all he could to keep Harry alive that night, Bellatrix had wanted to kill Harry there and then, but it was not up to her.
When eventually Severus had been able to sit down and review everything, his admiration for the young man Harry was becoming had grown from there. He was just glad that it happened after Albus had died, as the headmaster had been a wiley old devil and would likely have guessed straight away. And if he had stayed a little longer at the lake when Harry undressed to retrieve the Sword of Gryffindor… well, that was just because he was making sure Harry was all right.
When Severus turned his attention back to Harry, it was to see him nodding his head in understanding and agreement. Severus watched then as Harry stripped out of his clothes to stand naked for his gaze alone.
“Severus …” Harry tried the name on his tongue. It felt amazing.
Severus smiled, shedding his clothes as he approached the bed.
Harry gasped. The vision Kreacher had given him had not done Severus justice. True, he would never be traditionally handsome, but he had attributes others tended to overlook like his long slim fingers, deep penetrating eyes that pulled you in, and that voice. Harry groaned; Severus’ voice alone could make him come. But now fully uncovered, Harry could see well-defined muscles along Severus’ arms, legs and across his torso. His chest had a spattering of hair that trailed down past his stomach to surround that beautiful long prick in a nest of dark curls. At the moment it was quite unassuming, but Harry knew given time that it would be sitting up for his unadulterated attention, just like in Kreacher’s vision.
Harry’s hand instinctively reached out for that beautiful cock, wrapping around velvety skin, the shaft hardening to where it started to leak pre-come from the tip.
“You’re beautiful,” Harry sighed, licking his lips in anticipation.
Severus snorted. “Please do not patronise me.”
Harry looked shocked. “I’m not. And you are,” he insisted.
“Then I am pleased you are pleased,” Severus said, giving in.
“More than pleased,” Harry smiled blindingly up at Severus.
Severus shook his head in bewilderment, but if Harry wanted him, who was he to deny the young man anything?
Encouraging Severus to lie down on the bed, Harry gently pushed him onto his side, thinking the position would be more comfortable. He didn’t really like the idea of Severus on all fours, though perhaps later on they could try it.
“I hope you know that after you have topped, I will want to reciprocate,” Severus told Harry.
Harry gave a little shiver in anticipation; the thought of Severus shagging him made Harry’s prick harden even more. Smiling, Harry replied, “Of course, Severus. I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Settling them both down, Harry reached back to the nightstand for the small tube of lubricant he kept there. Placing it to one side on the bed, for convenience later, Harry turned his attention back to Severus.
Harry started by feathering kisses across the back of Severus’ neck, nipping him gently at the top of his spine, the skin there so soft and tempting; Harry just wanted to mark it, to show to whom Severus belonged. Moving further down, Harry marvelled how beautiful Severus’ back was, so sleek and pale, undeniably kissable. His hands, seeming to have a will of their own, caressed Severus’ head and hair, then trailed down Severus’ sides, one hand coming to rest protectively over Severus’ heart, the other running its fingers through the spattering of hair down to his groin. Harry groaned in amazement that Severus’ was allowing him to do this. Severus laid there so vulnerable, while Harry mused he could do almost anything to him – though there was only one thing he really wanted to do.
The hand that had been resting above Severus’ heart, played teasingly with the nearest nipple. Continuing downwards, Harry lightly stroked Severus’ cock further to life, it hardening at the merest touch of Harry’s hand. Harry leant over Severus’ shoulder to gently kiss the side of his mouth, a deeper more sensual kiss following as Severus let himself surrender to Harry’s ministrations.
Harry’s hands finally came to rest on Severus’ arse, each hand caressing one round globe, lightly pulling the mounds apart. Harry tenderly pressed both his thumbs against the soft puckered skin of Severus’ hole, a place into which he longed to sink his aching cock. Severus whimpered as Harry pressed his thumbs further in, though not quite penetrating.
Pushing Severus’ top leg forward, Harry licked a stripe from Severus’ tail bone to his perineum and back again, swirling his tongue around Severus’ opening, pulling another groan from Severus’ lips. Harry smiled as he continued to lick his way around Severus’ soft-puckered entrance, nipping and sucking the skin, until it glistened with his saliva, while one hand played with Severus’ bollocks, gently squeezing them.
“Harry …” Severus murmured sexily, making Harry’s cock twitch with excitement.
“Shush,” Harry calmed him gently. “Let me take care of you.”
Severus sighed, pushing back as Harry gently pushed one finger and then two into his tight heat. Severus relaxed his muscles, permitting Harry to penetrate him deeper. Twisting one finger, Harry brushed against Severus’ sweet spot, making the usually dour man whine in excitement. Harry gently pulled both fingers out; reaching for the lube, he liberally covered them and pushed them back in, scissoring them as he pushed them in and out.
Harry looked down at his own cock, which was leaking profusely now, eager to thrust into Severus’ tight hot sheath.
Harry smiled against Severus’ back, licking a dribble of sweat. Merlin, but Severus tasted good.
With one last brush to Severus’ prostate, Harry pulled his fingers out and coated his cock with more lube. Nipping Severus’ ear teasingly, Harry positioned himself against Severus’ back, loving how his front pressed against the other wizard so perfectly. Harry knew he’d made the right decision to help Severus. Nothing had ever felt this perfect before.
Harry pressed forward, the muscles guarding Severus’ entrance flowering open to let Harry penetrate him. Sighing, Harry pushed further forward, his balls coming to rest against Severus’ arse.
“Harry …” Severus moaned, turning his head to kiss his young lover.
Harry fell into the kiss, loving how quickly Severus knew how to kiss him - tenderly but with a nip to his bottom lip - before thrusting his wicked tongue against Harry’s, demanding surrender. Harry moaned and whimpered as Severus continued to conquer Harry’s lips.
Slipping one hand around Severus’ waist, Harry gripped Severus’ cock firmly, and began pulling at it in a steady rhythm, twisting his hand slightly when he reached the leaking tip. Grinning in triumph when Severus moaned into the kiss, Harry gave gentle nips to Severus’ neck, leaving a string of red marks in his wake.
Harry smiled tenderly at him when Severus turned his head for another kiss. With that one look Harry tried to convey what this all meant to him. Harry only hoped Severus understood.
Severus returned the smile, desire and understanding shining in those deep obsidian depths. Pushing back against Harry, Severus ground himself on Harry’s cock, groaning as the movement pressed it firmly against his sweet spot.
Harry pulled out slightly then thrust back in to set up a gentle rhythm, grazing Severus’ prostate every other thrust or so, just enough to keep Severus on edge but not letting him go completely over.
The steady thrust of Harry’s cock seemed to drive Severus crazy, until, unable to take it anymore, Severus cried out, “Harder, faster!”
Knowing when to give in, Harry did exactly as Severus asked. Thrusting harder and faster, Harry looked down between their bodies. His cock was hardly leaving Severus’ body anymore, and Severus, grinding back against Harry’s cock, was fucking himself as much as Harry was fucking him.
As Harry continued to thrust, he noticed a shimmer of blue light surround them. This was it, the magic needed to return Severus to his human form permanently. Harry felt his balls draw up. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, he pummelled Severus’ arse with shorter thrusts, hitting the other’s prostate repeatedly, while fondling Severus’ bollocks, feeling them draw up. A gush of white warmth splashed against Harry’s hand as Severus’ bellowed, “Harry!” Severus’ muscles clamped down on Harry’s prick, squeezing his own orgasm from his body and causing Harry to shout Severus’ name just as loudly. The blue light pulsed around them, before settling down into Severus body.
Harry slumped heavily against Severus’ back, not pulling out straight away. Watching the sweat start to cool and dry on Severus’ back, Harry kissed his neck one last time before leaning forward for one last kiss of Severus’ lips.
Harry reluctantly pulled out of Severus’ body, his semen dribbling out after him. Harry smiled, knowing that, given a short rest, Severus’ come would be dribbling out of his own arse, a prospect Harry eagerly anticipated.
Lulled from his sated bliss several minutes later, Harry laughed as Severus shoved him onto his stomach. Giving a delighted squeal, and yet embarrassed beyond belief that he sounded like a girl, Harry turned his head, his eyes querying Severus’ move.
Raising one eyebrow, Severus purred, “I hope you’ve recovered enough, Harry. I believe it’s now my turn.”
~*~*~
Epilogue
Harry grinned as George finished his conversation with Fred. Fred’s ghost had appeared soon after Severus’ permanent transformation back to his human form. Harry had to wonder sometimes if George knew Fred was there all along, but Harry was pleased for George that he finally had Fred back, if somewhat transparent.
Fred was also a hit with the children. They loved to see if they could catch him. Fred, ever the teaser, let them once in a while, but mostly just popped up behind the children when they weren’t looking. The parents, Harry noticed, smiled indulgently at the antics of children and shop owner. Fred was still very much an owner of the shop as some of their newer ideas had come directly from him. Harry had to wonder if they weren’t suggestions from his father and Sirius, as Fred had let slip – only once – that he had spoken to some other pranksters he knew who’d given him the inspiration for the new merchandise.
The year had passed very quickly. Hermione had come home with her parents, who were still a little upset that their daughter had resorted to such drastic actions, so the relationship between the three was tenuous at best. But Harry was glad she was home.
Hermione had taken the news about Severus and Harry in stride. Her only comment was, “Well, considering the obsession you had with the Half-Blood Prince, I’m not terribly surprised.” Turned out she was more surprised that Severus had survived.
Ron was ever the surprise, supporting Harry whole-heartedly; his one gripe was that it was Snape Harry was involved with. Though Ron did have to admit that now that Severus seemed more relaxed and less tense, he was quite striking, though Ron didn’t like men like that, no, sir. Harry just laughed and told him, “It’s OK, mate. I know, really.”
Another surprise had been Ginny, who’d turned round and said nearly the same thing as Hermione. “Knew your obsession with Snape or Malfoy would have you leaving me one day.” Harry had hugged her, thanking and telling her she’d always be his favourite ex-girlfriend. Ginny had slapped him on the arm and replied, “That makes me feel so much better, considering the contest was between me and Cho.” They had both burst out laughing at that.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been very supportive, too, pleased that at long last all their children were happy.
Severus’ acquittal by the Wizengamot had gone as smoothly as Harry could have wished, in no small part to Kingsley’s intervention. Testimonies from several Hogwarts teachers, members of the Order of the Phoenix and Harry had persuaded the Wizengamot to award Severus an Order of Merlin, 2nd Class, something he was quite proud of, though he was heard muttering he deserved a 1st Class, which made Harry laugh.
Lost in his own thoughts, Harry hadn’t seen George come over and nudge him. “Look who’s just walked in,” George smiled broadly, giving Harry a cheeky wink.
Harry looked up to see Severus striding towards the counter. He looked good in dark blue robes, the colour bringing out the bluish highlights in his now clean jet black hair. Harry’s own smile was wide and welcoming. He was glad Severus was comfortable enough to come see him during the work day now, though he still felt Severus brewed too much. It was something he told Harry he felt most comfortable doing and was quite happy to supply Hogwarts and St Mungo’s with their required potions, if no one else, plus it gave him time to experiment.
Stepping around the counter, Harry reached up and pulled Severus’ head down for a kiss. He didn’t let the knowledge that all eyes were now on them deter him either, deepening the kiss into a full-out snog.
A wolf whistle - most likely from George, as Fred didn’t seem to be able to whistle anymore - came from behind Harry. Harry pulled away, blushing slightly while Severus smirked, loving the fact he could still make Harry blush, even now.
Glancing around the shop, Severus couldn’t quite believe it had been a year since Harry had ‘cured’ him of his Animagus accident. He hadn’t so far had the courage to try and change back into that form, though Harry kept trying to persuade him. Severus thought it was because Harry wanted to try and become an Animagus, too. Perhaps one day he’d have a go as long as Harry was still on hand to administer the ‘cure’.
Or maybe he just missed his teddy bear, Severus wasn’t ever quite sure, as Harry still liked to cuddle him at times, as if he still was the teddy bear.
They never did find out why Severus hadn’t been able to change back from his Animagus form. Severus himself had discreetly enquired of Minerva, a most accomplished Animagus herself, to no avail. Hermione had her theories; the main contender being that Severus had been so weak from the blood loss, combined with Nagini’s venom still coursing through his blood stream, despite the anti-venom Severus had ingested. Then on top of that, the quirky nature of magic in general, all added up in Hermione’s opinion anyway to Severus getting stuck in his Animagus form.
The real question was why then did it take Harry shagging Severus to turn him back. Again Hermione came up with a theory, after Severus gave Harry permission to tell her the cure. Hermione theorised it was a combination of Harry’s unique magical make-up, combined with Severus trusting someone enough to ‘penetrate’ him; this was Hermione’s pet theory anyway, but she did think Kreacher had more to do with it than he let on; after all house-elf magic was completely different to wizards and witches – a subject Hermione would have loved to study further – but a warning from the Department of Mystery’s to leave well enough alone, ended that enquiry, though they did offer her a job, which she of course accepted.
In the end, all that concerned Harry and Severus was that it had worked, bringing them together, case closed!
Harry turned and caught Severus smirking. “What are you so happy about?”
“I was reminded that tomorrow is my anniversary,” Severus replied, “and I thought we should celebrate accordingly.”
Understanding dawned on Harry’s face, his blush deepening to a lovely Gryffindor red. “So, you want me to get the day off?” he enquired.
“I think that would be an excellent idea,” Severus confirmed. Turning to address George, Severus told him. “Harry will not be in tomorrow. He has something very important to do for me.”
George winked at Harry before replying to Severus. “That’s fine. I’m sure Harry will do a brilliant job, too.”
Harry sputtered. Honestly, George was the living end, and he’d only gotten worse with the return of Fred. Harry noticed Severus wink back, then sling an arm around Harry’s shoulders.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Severus drawled, kissing the top of Harry’s head.
Sighing in exasperation, Harry shivered in anticipation; Severus’ voice alone was enough to set him off. Secretly pleased that Severus was now showing more outward signs of affection in public, Harry kissed Severus on the cheek and said, “Goodbye.”
Watching Severus walk out of the shop, his robes billowing out behind him, Harry had to chuckle. He’d tried to replicate Severus’ sweeping action with his own robes but failed miserably. Harry came to the realisation that it was something only Severus could do and do with style.
Feeling a presence behind him, Harry turned. “Want something, Fred?”
Fred laughed. “No, absolutely nothing, but it’s nice to see ‘the bat of the dungeons’ has mellowed some. That’s obviously your influence.”
Once upon a time Harry would have gotten mad defending Severus, but these days Harry knew all his friends understood he was happy and that Severus was good for him.
Laughing, Harry told Fred, “You have no idea.” He then winked and walked out the back to get more stock for the shops shelves.
Harry was finally happy, settled and loved. All was well.