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Trading Places Challence Fic
Original poster: unbroken_halo
Hi Ya'll. Here's my answer to the Trading Places Challenge. It is cross-posted at My lj also. Its long so I had to post it in two parts.
Title: Voler du Corps
Author/Artist: unbroken_halo
Kink(s): WAFF, First time, Pseudo-hypoxia, Snowballing. A lecherous pervy wolf thrown in for good measure.
Pairings: SS/HP Implied HP/HG, RW /HG
Rating: R? I don’t know. Not good at this kinda thing. I just write them as they come. Hehe!
Challenge: Trading Places Challenge on Pornicators. Severus and Harry switch bodies, so that "Harry" can kill Voldemort, because Harry still isn't prepared. However, once the deed is done, Severus doesn't want to switch back into his own body. Harry seduces the Potions Master and slips him a potion to change him back just after they have sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR owns them. I made no money off of this story. I just borrow them for my own twisted pleasures.
Beta: My one and only witch_were. The laughs are all for you, babe.
Voler du Corps
Severus Snape sat at his desk grading abysmal potions essays. The bright green ink he used slithered across the papers leaving corrections and biting comments. The door to his office burst open and the flame in the fireplace flared at the same time. Harry Potter stood panting in front of him and Albus’ face was flickering at him.
“Headmaster. Is something wrong?” Snape turned to the fire ignoring Potter.
“Not really Severus but Harry has come up with a idea that might work but we only have a short window of opportunity for it to work.”
Black eyes turned to the young man in front of him. He sneered at him. “Really? Just what did your small mind come up with Mr. Potter?”
“Now, Severus…..”
“It’s alright, Headmaster. He has never… I mean.. um it’s ok.” Harry’s green eyes flashed and the emotions running in them closed off.
Snape waved his hand as if telling him to continue. Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled through the flames. “Go ahead my boy. It’s worth a try.”
“We were revising for exams in the library last week. Hermione came across a passage in her book of the week. I dismissed it at first because I didn’t understand it. It’s an obscure spell in French and I will probably murder the pronunciation., but here goes. It’s Voler du Corps avec un baiser.”
Snape eyed him. He understood French but the boy had mangled the language. Did he just say steal a body with a kiss?
“You plan to get close enough to the Dark Lord to kiss him? Did I hear that right?”
Harry paled. “No! I figured we could um…. switch and while he was distracted by trying to kill ‘me’ that I could use ‘you’ to actually land the blow. You know a distraction of sorts.” He paused to gather his thoughts and continued.
“If I read the information of the spell correctly, then we should be able to share magic. I think a curse from my wand might kill him if I can get close enough without worrying about my own hide. I...I trust you enough to keep it safe, while I do this.” He swallowed and stared into the depths of darkness before him.
“Ah, will you do this please? I just feel that if I can focus purely on the spell I can do this. I just need a different point of access to him.”
He appealed to the slytherin in Snape. “If you help me, I will never bother you again except to switch back. I leave Hogwarts in two months. He always tries something about now, you know that.”
The Headmaster interrupted his speech.
“It just might work, Severus. A few weeks in each other’s bodies really can’t be all bad, now can it?”
Famous last words.
Severus knew he was doomed to do this and would probably regret it for the rest of his life. He though about the havoc he could wreck in Potter’s body. Oh yes, he would do this just for the chaos factor. An evil smirk flashed across his sallow face as he imagined the possibilities.
Twinkling eyes winked at Harry. Harry nodded to Dumbledore. “I’ll arrange for you to sit the NEWT’s early, Harry. Severus, set up a revision schedule so it will be easy for Harry to instruct your classes. We do this in one week.”
“What?!? Oh yes, of course Headmaster.” He eyed Harry. “Til next week, Potter. You are dismissed.”
The week passed quickly. The day they were to cast the spell dawned bright. Harry arrived early for Potions. He opened the door and scanned the room. “Sir? Professor?”
“In here, Potter.” the disembodied voice came from the stores room.
Harry entered the room and leaned against the door jam. “Can we really pull this off, Sir?”
Snape looked at the boy. “It’s a little late to be thinking about backing out now, boy.” He sneered at Harry. “Besides, one small kiss will not destroy your virtue.”
Harry scoffed. “Hardly sir, but I can‘t really see you lasting very long in the Gryffindor common rooms.”
“I have been through puberty once, Potter. I think I can handle it again for a few weeks.”
“Yessir, The pains of Middle Age are something I am not quite looking forward to acquiring.” He stuck out his hand to the Professor. “Good luck this evening, sir.”
Snape arched an elegant eyebrow. “Indeed, Mr. Potter. You shall need it.” He took the warm hand. A gong sounded in the distance. “I will give you detention this evening so we may complete the ritual. Dumbledore has already been informed and will meet us here tonight. Now go before anyone comes into the classroom.”
Harry’s fingers lingered in the cool palm before he turned and left the room. He moved to his desk and began setting up for class. The other students began filing in the room a couple at a time. Snape immerged from the stores closet and closed the door.
He moved to the front of the room and waited for the final gong. It came a minute later. The doors shut almost on Miss Granger’s heels.
She made her way to the table she shared with Harry and ran her fingers down his arm. He took her books and she settled at the table. Snape’s eyes closed and he wondered if that is what Potter had been warning him about.
Class proceeded as usual. Even though Harry had completed his NEWTS already, he participated in the reviews. He and Hermione brewed a perfect concoction of Truth Serum. The brew was similar to Veritaserum but not so widely regulated. He let her bottle up a sample to hand in. He cleaned up their mess and packed up his belongings.
He pulled out a journal that had his research for the spell in it and started reading. Snape’s voice hissed right above his bent head. “Detention, tonight and this weekend, Mr. Potter.”
Harry managed to glare up at the man. He knew it had been coming but it still made him angry. The gong sounded and he stood, gathered his things and left.
Hermione caught up with him and linked her arm with his. “What was that for? What did you do this time?”
Harry stopped. He pulled her into an alcove. A silencing bubble surrounded them. If anyone would figure out when they made the switch it would be Hermione. “Look, Mione if I come back from detention tonight a little different, just remember that I am working on something for the Order. Try not to take anything I may say or do too personally.”
“Alright, Harry. Are you going to tell Ron?”
“No, the less who know about this the better.”
It dawned on her what he was talking about. “Oh you are going through with it then. Well good luck, Harry.” She kissed his cheek and hugged him.
He hugged her back and squeezed her hand. They left the corridor, hand in hand. Snape watched them go from the door of his classroom. He shook his head and wondered again about how close Potter and the know-it -all really were.
Snape paced the floor in his office while Dumbledore sat in his desk chair. They waited on Potter to arrive. Harry knocked, halting his progress.
Snape looked at the young man, his student that he was now putting in control of his body. He hoped to the highest heavens this was going to work. After Potter’s somewhat vague description of the spell he went looking for it on his own. He never found the book Harry had supposedly got the spell from. But, Dumbledore was willing to act on this whim and so he went along with the majority. He trusted Dumbledore implicitly.
All of a sudden he had a bad feeling about this.
Harry cleared his throat and walked over to stand next to Snape. “All we have to do is recite the spell and then kiss. The change should be quick and painless.”
“Should be, Mr. Potter? I thought you said you researched this.”
“Well the description of the aftermath was kinda blurred in the old text. I couldn’t make out all the details.”
“I am sure it will be fine, Severus.” The mad blue eyes twinkled in merriment. “Let’s see how it’s works.”
The two men eyed one another warily. Dumbledore spoke again. “Maybe you should sit to be on the safe side.”
He got up and sat in the only other chair in the room and gestured to the large desk chair.
Severus sat down. “Come here, Potter.”
Harry walked over to him. Snape pulled the young man into his lap. Harry stared at him with barely concealed terror and something else Snape couldn’t make out.
“I promise I won’t bite. Well, at least not too hard anyway.”
Harry jumped and squirmed in the older man’s lap. “Be still, you impulsive brat. This was your idea in the first place now let’s get this over with.”
He wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist and leaned close. “On three if you would Headmaster.”
“One”
Snape put his long fingers on Harry’s face and lifted his chin. He registered the boy’s change in pulse through the icy tips.
“Two.”
Harry placed his hand flat on Snape’s chest. He could feel the man’s heart beating strongly under the linen summer weight robes.
“Three.”
Their eyes closed. They spoke together softly.
“Voler du Corps”
Snape’s lips descended onto Harry’s gently. They were much warmer and softer than Harry expected. He gasped and Snape deepened the kiss. Harry began to keen softly.
The young man was so sweet. Severus could taste the pumpkin juice that Harry had drank at dinner. Snape recognized the soft sound from Harry and a moan was tempted from his throat.
Harry sucked on the invading tongue and felt the magic well up inside him. Snape inhaled. Harry felt the life flow from him and redeposit in the other body. His shock had him pulling away. He faced his body, looking through Snape’s eyes.
The black orbs took in his flushed cheeks and slightly parted mouth. He whined a bit and leaned in again to capture the red mouth.
Then his voice brought him out of the trance. “Mr. Potter, I think your spell worked.”
Severus pulled himself off his own lap. The teenage hormones coursing through this body almost brought him to his knees. He adjusted himself and his trousers. They were baggy on his frame but also a bit uncomfortable. He removed the glasses and rubbed his eyes. He squinted at the other two people in the room. He put back on the glasses.
“Merlin Potter! No wonder you are incompetent at potions. How long has it been since you had an eye exam?” His voice cracked and deepened at the end of his rant. “Bloody Hell.”
His own smooth voice laughed out loud at him. “Not so eloquent now are you, Sir.?”
Harry’s face turned into a snarl. He wanted to wrap his hands around the slender throat of the man laughing at him. He wanted to climb back into the warm lap. He wanted to choke him and feel the muscles working under his fingers. He wondered what the pale man would feel like under him. Oh oh. His anger transferred to another emotion.
If I can’t kill it, I am going to fuck it.
Oh, shite he had a hard-on for himself. No Harry had a hard-on for him. Maybe he had a hard-on for Harry. He was getting confused the longer he stood there. This was turning out to be a very bad day.
Dumbledore broke into his wild thoughts before he could run screaming from the room. “You need to get used to being called by the other’s name. Severus, do you have all your lesson’s prepared for the next week?”
Severus in Harry’s body automatically answered. “Of course, Albus. I thought we had discussed this…” He trailed off. “You weren’t talking to me, were you?
Dumbledore and Harry in Snape’s body stared at him. He stared right back. This mouth was going to get him in trouble. It must be the Gryffindor in Potter that was making him blurt out these stupid things.
Harry curved Severus’ face into a smile. It softened the harsh features and made him look younger. Severus thoughts once again turned to the carnal desires, as his voice flowed over this body. “It’s not that easy is it, Sir?”
Harry nodded. “No apparently I had forgotten, even though it has not been all that long ago.”
Severus also nodded. He could think really clear in this body. It wasn’t plagued by hormones or burgeoning sexuality. He was calm and collected. Yet there was a sense of something else beneath the carefully controlled façade. He remembered that Hermione once told him that boys and men in general usually think about sex every six seconds or so.
He hadn’t had one since he though about kissing himself again. The flushed face and warm body that had been in his lap throbbed with life and magic. He immediately knew that Severus preferred men. He almost reached out and grabbed the young man standing in front of him. To have him back in his lap, pressing against his crotch.
Oh shite, he was hot for Snape. No, he was hot for himself. Ewww! Snape was hot for him. Well, maybe that wasn’t so bad. Hey, he had this body now. He wondered what he could do with it.
He moved forward slightly. However, Severus was taller than Harry had been. In trying to restrain himself he overcompensated and went tumbling onto the floor.
“Well, well, well. Look who is just a graceful as he was before. Try not to put too many bruises on my person. You are considerably older now and it takes a bit longer to bounce back.” Harry’s own voice laughed at him.
Severus climbed up off of the floor, giving himself the patented glare.
“Alright you two. I suggest you try and get more acquainted with the new bodies. Share a little bit of private information and then go to bed. Right now so I can make sure that you don’t lie to the other to start trouble.” Dumbledore’s eyes were shining with unshed tears of barely contained laughter.
“I’ll go first, Sir. Um…ok. The password to the common room is Hinkypunks. Ron likes to play chess and Hermione knits hats for the house elves. Don‘t sabotage my broom.”
“Merlin’s balls! I forgot I was going to have to sleep in the dorms again.”
“Harry, you are going to have to watch your mouth being around the other students.” Dumbledore chuckled.
“Albus, I am a thirty-seven year old man trapped in a seventeen year old body. I think I have the right to a little foul language if I want.” A glass jar shattered on the shelf.
“Sorry. I haven’t got complete control over that yet.” Severus spoke up. “It happens when I get angry.”
Harry sighed and rubbed his face. “The password to my quarters is Redemption. I have an ulcer take the pink potion everyday after every meal. The safe word when The Dark Lord calls you is Pureblood.”
It was silent in the office.
“Oh surely you have thought of this. How were you going to pull it off? You cannot ignore his summons. Oh hell, I am going to die and Harry bloody Potter is going to be the cause of it.”
“Calm down, Harry. This is what I meant about the time frame. Harry has to kill Voldemort the next time Severus is summoned.”
The two men were silent.
Severus spoke quietly. “Switch us back. I refuse to endanger his life more than it already is.”
“Forget it Potter. I‘m in this body now. You wanted this now you fix it.”
Harry crossed his arms in front of him and got a petulant look on his face. Severus sneered at him. “Impertinent brat.”
“That’s enough. Harry had a good idea and it will work. Voldemort will not expect the curse to come from one of his Deatheaters. Work it out.”
“Ok.” Severus spoke up. “How about we sleep on it tonight and then in the morning start fresh.”
“The first intelligent thing you have said all evening. I must be having some influence on you.”
Harry sneered at himself. “Good luck, Professor, You are going to need it. Hermione knows and she’ll help you. But watch out for Ron, sir.”
“I think I can handle your little girlfriend and the Weasley boy.”
“She’s not….” He smiled evilly. “Fine, but be nice to her ok? I care about both of them very much.”
Harry sighed. Suddenly he was very tired. He yawned. “I’ll be back at six to work on this problem. Good night, Headmaster. Professor Snape.”
Severus nodded. “Get out of my sight,Potter.”
“Oh, good you finally got the names down.” They both sneered at the headmaster.
Harry made his way to the Gryffindor common rooms. This body was small and compact. It wore him out trying to take the long strides he was accustomed to. He finally made it to the tower and the portrait of the Fat Lady. “Hinkypunks!” he shouted at her.
“There’s no need to be rude, Mr. Potter.” She swung open wide.
He sighed and clamored in through the hole.
Hermione and Ron were waiting for him in the common room. Hermione was sitting on a long couch and Ron was asleep in a overstuffed chair. A wave of relief washed over him and he made for the girl on the couch. For some reason Harry’s body was very glad to see her.
He stopped in front of her. A smile broke out on his face. He sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap. He nuzzled her neck. She began squirming in his arms. Ron woke up and spotted Harry.
“What are you doing, mate? Leave my girlfriend alone.”
Ron pulled her from his arms and Harry frowned. “I am going to get that little bastard.” he muttered.
“What happened with the git that you had to come and molest my girl?” Ron sat down in the chair and pulled Hermione down to him. She shoved at him. “Stop it Ron. Can‘t you see he‘s upset.”
“Talk to me, Harry. I’ll try to help.” She pleaded to him with her eyes. “Yeah mate, you know we will do all we can.” Ron echoed her statements.
Gratitude washed over him. He wanted to tell them everything. He began to realize that they might not be so bad. After all, if the know-it-all really wanted to help, she would be a good research partner. Her potions essays were always full of too much information.
“Play chess with me, Weas... Ron. It will help me think.”
Ron’s face broke into a grin. “You are going down, Mate!” He jumped up, knocking Hermione to the floor. “Ronald!”
“Sorry, love.” floated back down the stairs as he raced up to get the chess set.
Harry reached out a hand to her. He pulled her from the floor and she pressed her hand to his face. “It will all be okay.” she whispered to him.
Once again, Harry’s feelings for these two people filled him. He smiled at her and touched her face too. He wasn‘t Professor Snape anymore. He could be honest with her. “You are very intelligent, Miss Granger. Don’t let it go to waste, in the muggle world.” His words were soft but full of truth.
“Thank you, Professor Snape. Now, beat the pants off of him.” He laughed.
Ron came back down the stairs. “What did I miss?”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Nothing Mr. Weasley, But I am ready to take you on now.”
“Gah! Harry don’t do that you are starting to sound like the greasy git.”
“Oh Ron. Grow up!” Hermione sighed.
They set the pieces up and the two boys went to war.
Severus left through the classroom and remembered he didn’t know where Snape’s quarters were. Dumbledore came out behind him and turned him down the corridor.
“Like I was saying Severus, just take it easy this evening and it will all be better in the morning.” They stopped in front of a large portrait of a beautiful garden. He could almost hear a light summer breeze blowing and the birds singing.
Redemption. Yes this looked like a place to escape to. It filled Severus with a sense of peace. He sighed, it had been a long day. “Thank you, Headmaster.”
“You are welcome, my dear boy.” He walked away, whistling some odd tune.
Severus shook his head. The old man really was mad as a hatter. “Redemption.” The masterpiece slid back to reveal a large space and Severus gasped. He stepped through he portrait hole and looked around in wonder.
The room was decked out in light pine furnishings. A long couch and two arm chairs sat by a large fireplace. On one wall was a ceiling to floor bookshelf. It was stuffed full of all kinds of books, Wizard and Muggle books alike.
The color scheme was nothing like Severus. It was white and blue. Not one hint that the man had been in Slytherin. No sign that he had ever been aligned with one of the Darkest wizards of all time. A house elf popped in and waited in front of him. “What will it be tonight, Master Snape?”
“Uh…Er…The same thing I have every night?” The elf seemed to raise it’s eyebrows at him. He said nothing but popped out of the room. His stomach began to boil. He rubbed it lightly and went in search of the bathroom.
Severus went into the bedroom. In here he felt even more relaxed. He sank to the large four poster bed. The comforter on the bed was really soft. It felt like an old t-shirt. He lay back and started to giggle. It was the oddest sound he had ever heard yet it felt good and right to do so in here.
He heard a noise and the same elf was back. He sat up and cleared his throat. The elf handed him a large glass of milk. It was so cold that there were ice chips floating across the top.
Severus felt an odd sensation. He recognized it as a simple pleasure. This was something that Severus enjoyed. He took a big drink of the milk. He could feel the cold liquid slide all the way down to his stomach. It cooled the boiling in his stomach and he sighed.
He stood and thanked the elf. Again the elf gave him a look and continued his business. The small creature opened a box on the table and began to wind an old phonograph. He pulled out a vinyl record. The scratching sounds of muggle music came across the room. He stopped and listened. Aerosmith. The elf nodded and winked out of the room.
Wait a minute. Severus Snape liked Aerosmith. He went to the table were the phonograph was. Aerosmith, Iron Butterfly, Cream, The Eagles. All kinds of vinyls from the 70’s and early 80’s filled the box. He laughed again. Once again simple creature comforts ran across his mind. He was alone but it really didn’t bother him.
He stripped on his way to the bathroom. He took in the large tub and grinned. He turned on the taps and steamy water began filling the deep pool. He got a flannel and grabbed the bar of soap from the tray. He sniffed it. It smelled faintly medicinal and herbal. Just like Snape.
He turned off the water after he sunk into it’s depths. He soaped the flannel and began scrubbing this body. He stopped and stuck out his arm. The Dark Mark glittered menacingly. He went to touch the mark and was filled with such dread he plunged the arm under the water. His other hand dropped the cloth.
Shame and regret filled him. Harry knew he had wronged the man who now housed his spirit. Snape had made mistakes just like Sirius had. He remembered what he had told him in his fifth year. Young and stupid. Tears filled the black eyes. Harry wept for Severus Snape and Sirius and all those that had been sacrificed to a mad man.
He wiped his eyes. Crying wouldn’t get him anywhere. He picked up the flannel and resumed washing. It was all very functional until he reached his crotch. He grasped the large cock gently. It jumped in his hand.
He slid down into the tub more and spread his knees. The long pale legs rose up out of the water. He braced his feet on the side of the tub. Even paler feet glistened at him. Severus was long all over the place. The cock in his hand began to stiffen as he thought back to the kiss they had shared in the office. A deep throated moan escaped him.
He began to stroke himself/Severus in long pulls. Black eyes closed and he imagined his own face. Emerald green eyes stared back at him. He thought that Snape was going to eat him alive. But he hadn’t. He had been gentle. As if he knew it was Harry’s first kiss with a man.
His other hand strayed to his nipples and he teased and pulled on them. He gasped. Severus was as sensitive as he was there. The fingers left his chest and he reached down and fondled the large ball sack. He moaned and began stroking in earnest. The soap made a slightly better lubricant than the water.
He sped up his fist and keened highly. Just as he came he screamed Severus’ name.
He felt a little guilty for taking advantage of Severus’ body. He climbed out of the dirty water. He got in the shower stall and rinsed the soap and come from his body. He took great pains in shampooing his hair several times.
He got out and dried off. He rubbed the towel over his head and dried his hair. It knotted as he brushed the towel over it. The whole tangled mass stood up worse than his own hair did.
He opened the medicine cabinet. The thing was filled with small bottles. Several rows were taken up by the pink potion Severus had mentioned earlier. Some of the others he recognized, some he didn’t. All of the bottles were labeled in Severus’ slanted script.
He heard someone calling his name, well Severus’ name. He tied the towel around his waist. He entered the bedroom and Lucius Malfoy was in his fireplace. He gasped and backed away from the hearth.
“Didn’t mean to startle you, Snape. Go put some clothes on that thing you call a body.” His cultured voice was full of disgust and malice. The regal face sneered.
He turned green as he though about Malfoy. He retreated in to the bathroom. Soon retching sounds filled the room. Bile filled the toilet and he kept heaving until nothing came up. His stomach really hurt now. His back ached and so did his knees. Something told him to take one of the pink potions and a calming potion.
He carried the two bottles back into the bedroom with him. Malfoy was still in the fire.
“What do you want, Malfoy? As you can tell it is not a good time.” He stopped and downed the pink potion.
“The Dark Lord has changed the secret word and wanted you to know it the next time he calls. Supremacy. Are you going to put some clothes on so we can chat like civilized people?”
“Malfoy, I am not really up for this tonight. Is there anything else I need to know before you go?”
“Really Snape, there’s no cause to be rude. I just came for our appointed meeting since you are not present for the gatherings.”
Severus considered this for a minute. Harry thought that Snape would have told him to expect Malfoy’s call if it had been routine. He had to get rid of the other man and call the Headmaster or Severus himself. His stomach made his excuses for himself. It gurgled loudly and he ran from the room again.
This time the pink bile was red tinged. Harry knew he was in trouble. Blood in anything was not good. This time he crawled back to the room not trusting his legs to carry him. What was wrong with him? Had the elf poisoned him? He would like to think that Snape’s nose would have caught the scent. Had Severus’ ulcer burst?
A throat cleared. Malfoy was still in the fire. “I can see you are incapacitated for the moment. I will return tomorrow night.” The flames died back down as he vanished.
Severus reached the fireplace and reached up for the jar of floo powder. “Headmaster. Albus” he called weakly.
He laid his head on the hearth waiting for the other man to answer. Albus’ face filled the flames and looked around. He saw Severus on the floor. “Severus? Snape?” the voice got louder. “Wake up!”
Severus lifted his head. “I need help.” He collapsed on the hearth again.
Dumbledore stepped through into the other’s rooms. He sat Severus up and saw a trickle of blood slide from his mouth. Holding the man upright with one hand he summoned the floo powder. “Gryffindor common room!”
The fire flared in the common room and all three people jumped. Harry stood and answered the summons. He saw Dumbledore cradling his body.
“What the hell happened?” Harry bellowed.
“Shush Harry, you’ll wake the others.” Hermione came to stand beside him. “What can we do Headmaster?”
Albus looked at the young witch and then to Harry. He nodded back to Albus. “Was it Pureblood? I never felt a thing.”
“No I don’t think so. Can you get the cloak and come down here immediately. Bring Miss Granger. Mr. Weasley, if you would be so kind please fix Mr. Potter‘s bed to appear that he is in it.”
The red head nodded and grabbed Harry’s arm. “Come on.” They scrambled for the stairs.
Hermione watched them go and turned back to the fire.
“How much do you know Miss Granger?”
“Some, Harry warned me this afternoon. What can I do, sir?”
He eyed the witch again. “Just be there for him, Miss Granger.”
They entered the door with a seven marked on it. Ron knelt and began digging in the large trunk. Harry gawked at the meager belongs. He gave the Marauders map and the invisibility cloak to Harry.
Harry stood there stunned. Had he gotten the boy injured? Had he left out something important when he gave his bit to Harry?
Ron brushed past him. He turned to look at the other boy. He looked at the bed. A lump was now in the middle of the bed. The curtains closed hiding everything.
“What are you waiting on? Go help Dumbledore and Snape.”
“Thank you.” he whispered to Ron. He hugged the young man and ran from the room.
Ron goggled after him. He shook his head and followed him down.
He entered the common room as Harry and Hermione disappeared under the cloak. He looked at the game they had been playing. This match had been pretty evenly played. Ron looked at the fire Dumbledore was still there watching. Something strange was going on.
“I want my friend back alive, Headmaster.”
“I’m trying Mr. Weasley. I really am.” He vanished from the fire.
Ron settled down on the couch to wait.
They left the common room and proceeded to the dungeons. Hermione stopped him after they descended the first set of stairs. She took the parchment from Harry’s shaking hands. She hoped this was going to work. She had never done it before. Tapping it with her wand she spoke. “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”
The map appeared and Harry sucked his breath in. There on the map it listed Hermione and Severus Snape in the corridor. He followed the map to the dungeons. Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore were in there. Filch was in his office. Miss Norris was in there with him. Hermione nodded and tapped the map again. “Mischief managed.”
“Come on. Let’s go.” she whispered at him. She put her arm around him and propelled him forward. They met no one on the way there.
She looked at him when they got to the dungeons. He snapped out of it when the reached the garden painting. He slid the cloak off of them. “Redemption.” They entered the rooms to hear soft voices.
Pomfrey and Dumbledore were talking. Severus was sprawled in the chair. His hair had been slicked back and tied with a thong. The towel was still wrapped about him. He was growling at the mediwitch as she took his pulse. He was embarrassed now. Harry went to him and knelt beside the chair. He took in Severus’ state of dress.
He looked startled to realized that for a nearly forty year old man, he was still in good shape. Long pale legs stretched out from underneath the white towel wrapped low on his hips. He gasped as he saw the head of his dick peaking through the slit in the towel.
He placed his hands over the offending area. “You might want to cover up a little more since Miss Granger is here.”
“You could have told me that I was going to get sick. Oh and that Malfoy was going to call.”
Severus never moved from his spot. Harry looked into the darkness of his own eyes. He could feel the heat coming from Severus’ body and he wanted to crawl into his lap. His cock twitched in his trousers and the towel moved over Severus’ lap too. It began to tent and nudge against his hands.
Harry gasped and began trying to rearrange the towel. This made the problem worse.
“Oh come off of it. I know I have better control than this.” Harry snapped, even as his own cock began to rise to the occasion.
Snape’s arm brushed the front of his trousers and Harry took a deep breath. “Fear does odd things to me, Harry.”
Hermione had had about enough of this. “Get a room you two. What the hell happened here?”
Harry spoke not taking his eyes from Severus. “The ulcer flared up from the stress of the day. Take another pink potion.”
Severus cut in. “I did. What do you think I vomited up the second time?”
“What did Malfoy want?” Harry whispered.
“To give you the new word and to chat.”
“Shite! That means I am going to be summoned in two days.”
It was quiet after Harry’s expletive. They all appeared to take in what he had said. Madame Pomfrey spoke up, shattering the silence.
“I don’t know what is going on and I don’t think I care to know either. Professor Snape is alright but needs to get some rest. The apparent stress of whatever has been going on set off the vomiting spell. It was acerbated by the fact that he had not eaten in several hours. I warned you, Severus. Take a restorative draft and try to keep down some broth. I’ll have the house elves send you some.”
Three people glared at Harry and one at Severus. Madame Pomfrey shook her head and left. Hermione walked over to Harry and pinched his ear. She pulled him up from the floor.
“OW! Let go of me. What did I do?”
Severus and Dumbledore began to laugh.
Hermione puffed up and lit into him. “Scared me half to death. You probable gave it away to Ron. I thought you were in real trouble. You need to take better care of yourself.”
She turned and started on Snape. “And you!” Snape sat up and put his feet flat on the floor. The towel spread open some and she blushed.
Severus adjusted the towel and put his hand over his lap. He curled his fingers around the package to keep it covered.
“Stop touching me!”
“I didn’t do anything…yet.”
“Oh stop it.” She was really mad now. “You both did things to endanger the other. Now if we can get past the testosterone fest, we have to decide what You -know-who might know now that Malfoy has seen Snape is ill.”
Severus apologized first. “I’m sorry Mione. I didn’t think it would be this hard.”
Harry nodded. “I agree. I had forgotten the sheer amount of adolescent hormones can be a great strain on a person.” He walked over to Hermione and hugged her.
Automatically she wrapped her arms around him. Severus growled. “Let go of my friend.”
“She’s my friend, now too. Back off, wanker.”
She let go of him and slugged his arm. “Harry, for a gay man you are very possessive. Relax.”
“Hermione!”
She walked over to Snape. She plopped her self into his scantily clad lap. “For an older man Professor Snape, you clean up very nicely. You have nice legs, too.” She raised her eyebrows at him.
“Miss Granger!”
Dumbledore was bent over laughing so hard that now his face was red. Tears were running down his face. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. “I believe that is quite enough Miss Granger. You may return to your dorm room. Please tell Mr. Weasley that Harry is ok and will be contacting him in the head boy room later.”
She wiggled on his lap some before she got up. She laughed. “Oh, that was fun.”
She sobered quickly. “Be careful, both of you. Harry I will help you to brew the Separating Potion when you are ready.”
“Thanks, Hermione.” came twin replies. The two men glared at one another.
“A perfect match.” she giggled. They stared after her as she left.
Harry shook off the encounter first. “What are we going to do, Albus?
His question was answered when Severus screamed and clutched his arm. Harry felt the phantom pain in his arm.
“Get up. You have got to go. Come on. I’ll be right behind you.”
Harry ran to the armoire and tossed a pair of boxers and a deatheater set of robes at Severus. He reached for the box atop of the armoire. Severus got it down and opened it. The gleaming white mask stared back at them.
“I’m scared.” Severus whispered.
“So am I.” Harry stated. He began dressing the man before him. Keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
He took Severus’ hand. “Don’t look him in the eyes. He will break right through. Kneel. Kiss the hem of the robe and back away. Don’t speak unless spoken to. Be careful of Malfoy and Bellatrix.”
Severus’ eyes narrowed. Harry shook his head. “Another time.”
He placed a ring on Severus’ smallest finger. “This is a magical signature tracking ring. I promise I will be right behind you.”
Finally he gave Severus Harry’s wand. “Remember: Perfect Love and Perfect Trust will help you complete what you must.”
He slipped the mask over Severus’ head. “Go out to Hogsmeade and press on the mark. It will flare again and then portkey you away.”
Severus nodded. He bent and captured Harry’s lips in a tender kiss. “Thank you.” He strode from the room.
Harry touched his lips and watched his body walk out of the room. “Oh Great Goddess. I just sent him to Death.”
Albus shook his shoulder. “We’ve done all we can here.”
Severus left the safety of the grounds. On the path to Hogsmeade he felt it the instant he had left the anti-apparition wards. He looked back at the castle once more before portkeying away.
He met Malfoy when he reappeared. He stumbled but managed to stay upright. “Supremacy. Now get out of my way, Malfoy. I am not here for you.” He slid the mask over his face.
The blond man curled his face into a sneer. “You forget your place, Potion Maker.”
Anger flared in him. Not just for Severus but for what this man had done to Ginny and to a lesser extent the whole Weasley family. His love for them filled his heart. Severus included.
He contained it and walked past him to the clearing. The ring on his finger warmed. Severus in his body and the rest of the Order would be here soon. Voldemort was standing in the middle of a circle made up of the rest of his Deatheaters.
Nott and Goyle parted to make room for him. He made his way to the Dark Lord and knelt at his feet. He lifted the mask and tried to hide his disgust. Shame filled him again. A light of hope began to shine in the darkness of his mind. He had to do this for all of his loved ones.
This was the last time he had to grovel at this snake’s feet. He raised the hem to his lips. He barely brushed the fabric across his face. The stench filled his nose. The bile rose in his stomach and he gagged. He swallowed and began to back away.
“Where are you going my wayward brew master?”
He stopped in mid retreat. “Master, I am just making room for the others.”
“Why have you not brought me the Potter boy, Snape? He is in your care, is he not?” He stepped closer to the prone form. “Young Mr. Malfoy tells me you continually keep the young man after class. He constantly has detention. Why is this Potion Master?”
“Dumbledore, Master. He keeps a close eye on me. I am not for sure that he doesn’t suspect that I am truly on our side.” He lied smoothly. It seemed to be working.
“Wrong answer, Snape” Malfoy’s voice sneered out at him. “Master if it is your pleasure, I demand retribution for the rudeness. On your behalf of course.”
Voldemort’s hissing laughter turn his stomach once again. Coldness washed over him as he prepared for what came next.
“Crucio!” At the same time another voice rang out.
“Expelliarmus!”
Malfoy went flying and Harry Potter stepped into the clearing. “You wanted me, Tom. Well here I am.”
“Get the brat and bring him here!”
Potter ran into the forest. The Deatheaters followed him. Voldemort left Snape on the ground and headed for the forest. Snape stood and went after him. He drew his wand.
The Dark Lord whirled on him and sneered at him. “I knew I should have killed you long ago. Well, let me correct that mistake.” He aimed his wand at the dark haired man.
“Riddle!” Harry was back at the clearing. He ran for Voldemort.
Voldemort turned at the sound of his name. He raised his wand towards the boy.
Potter stopped. “Now Severus!” He aimed his wand at Voldemort.
A wand poked Voldemort on the side of his head.
Twin voices shouted the killing curse. “Avada Kedavra!” A green light filled the clearing. Tom Riddle’s remains landed in a heap at Severus’ feet.
Severus jumped out of the way as the body fell. “We did it! We did….ARGHHHHHH!”
The Dark Mark began to burn on his arm. His robe caught fire and he fell to the ground.
“Harry!” Potter came running. The potions master was rolling on the ground trying to put out the flames. “Exstinguere!”
Water flowed over the writhing man. He rolled on to his back once more and looked for Harry. “Take me home, Severus.” The darkness swallowed him.