lilyseyes (ex_lilyseyes671) wrote in santas_lap, @ 2007-12-10 16:26:00 |
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Divine Child Part 3
Title:Divine Child
Author: lilyseyes
Pairing: HP/SS
Rating: NC_17/Adult
Highlight for Warnings: *Wanking, fellatio, frottage, rimming, manipulative!Dumbledore*
Summary: In the aftermath of Chamber of Secrets, Harry gets help from the last person he would have ever expected.
Prompt: #125:Dumbledore tells Severus to mentor Harry. Severus interprets that according to an ancient practice that Muggles would never understand.
Word Count: 27,357
Disclaimer: JKR owns all that is the Potter Universe– I just play in it. No money is made from these amateur works.
Betas: rakina and jadzia7667, all my thanks and florida_minxie and calanor thanks for the feedback!
The first thing Severus became aware of was the weight pressing against him. Draped across his chest, the wonderfully warm flesh had made Severus aware and he was thankful that both of them were still breathing. The memory of a magical blast was among his waking thoughts and he struggled to open his eyes. His body felt relaxed and surprisingly pain-free considering the experience and his general everyday aches. Darkness greeted his eyes as soft hair tickled his throat and Severus reached out to stroke the Harry’s back, only to find the child was not so small anymore.
With a genuine grin, Severus struggled to sit up. His hands ran up and down the sides of a lean, but definitely older, torso and Severus felt like throwing his head back and laughing. The potion had worked! Shifting the weight in his arms, Severus reached for his wand.
“Lumos!”
His wand tip flared, flooding the immediate area with harsh light and Harry murmured a protest, burying his face deeper into Severus’ throat. The small child who had wormed his way into Severus’ well-fortified heart with his quiet innocence and unconditional acceptance had been replaced by the slender, lithe body of a boy on the cusp of manhood. The lean plane of a trim back tapered to a slim waist before disappearing under the bedding, slender arms wrapped around Severus’ chest. His Divine Child had been restored to his almost normal form and Severus smiled. There had been no sexual attraction to the child Harry, but this Harry was one that he could slowly start tutoring in the art of love along with the many other lessons he was now charged with teaching him. The Slytherin in him turned his smile predatory.
“Sev’rus?” The green eyes still held the innocent child in them as Harry lifted his head.
Severus moved the wand away a bit, his other hand moving to stroke Harry’s back. “How do you feel?”
“Loads better now.” Harry shifted, throwing a leg over Severus’ in a move that almost made him groan. “Still sleepy, though.”
Waving up the torches, Severus extinguished his wand tip. Glancing at the hint of gray light outside the window, he estimated they had been unconscious over twelve hours. His bladder was confirming this with an insistent protest as to how full it was and his stomach seconded the protest with a rumble. Harry remained curled against him as he had while a small child and Severus had a brief bad moment when he considered the boy’s reaction to him now that he was re-aged. The logical portion of his brain reminded him that Harry had never lost his memories throughout the ordeal and should remember what had happened.
“I believe I need to use the loo and get a spot of something to eat.” Severus told him carefully. “Would you like something as well?”
Blinking sleep out of his eyes, Harry brought a fist up to rub one as he had done as a little boy and Severus remembered the glasses in the drawer of the bedside table. Gently shifting Harry to the side, Severus retrieved them and placed them in Harry’s hand, before sitting up. Clad only in his boxers, Severus slid from the bed and walked to the bathroom on surprisingly shaky legs. Whatever had happened to Harry during the burst of magical energy, Severus had also been affected in some way. Leaving the door open as had become their habit, Severus hurried, knowing Harry was likely confused.
As he stepped back into the room, Severus saw Harry had got out of bed and was standing next to his trunk with a pair of boxers in his hand. The underwear had once been white and originally made for someone much larger than this boy, clearly hand-me-downs were the only clothing that Harry had been supplied with. It was strange to see him standing there, so tall and straight, his expressive eyes hidden behind the round glasses. Severus blinked, refocusing on the cloth in Harry’s hand as his lip curled.
“Don’t wear those, Harry.” Severus pointed towards the doorway. “The clothes we bought yesterday are especially charmed to fit to any size, remember?”
Stepping into his trousers, Severus summoned the parcel they had never unwrapped from their trip into the village the morning before. Removing the wrapping from the bundle, he looked up to find Harry watching him, a closed, guarded look on his face. There was a painful twinge in his chest that Severus couldn’t explain and he stood up straight as Harry took the new boxers from his hand and slid them on.
“Ask me the question, Harry.” Severus said softly.
“Why…why did you help me?”
Harry’s face had a hopeful, yet fearful look as he faced Severus, who knew he should have been prepared for the question, but wasn’t. As he formulated a response that he though was appropriate, Severus watched Harry’s face tighten at his hesitation. The mask of insolence and impertinence that Severus was more familiar with fell into place, a mask that Severus knew by now covered Harry’s hurt and insecurity with sheer bravado.
“Oh, I forgot, I’m bloody special, aren’t I!” Harry said scathingly, turning away from him. “Only reason you’d do it!”
“Yes, you are special.” Severus answered truthfully, laying a hesitant hand on Harry’s shoulder, the magic flowing between them. “You are Lily’s son, Harry, who I made a vow to protect the night she and your father were murdered.”
“Why?”
Severus closed his eyes, laughing green eyes and flying auburn hair flashed through his memories. “Lily Evans was my best friend and I loved her very much. Rather in the manner that Hermione Granger is your best friend. It has little to do with the specific circumstances, and everything to do with the fact that you are hers.”
The shoulder relaxed, the magic swirling through Severus and back to Harry, immediately calming both of them. “How much do you remember of the last two weeks, Harry? Do you remember Fawkes being here or the trees at the edge of the forest?”
Harry turned slowly towards him; his eyes haunted as he looked up to met Severus’. “I think I remember it all, I think, although it seems more like a dream than real. The tree talked in…I think it talked in my head and said I was, uh, yours.”
The boy moved closer with a hesitant step until he was practically pressed against Severus’ chest, in the position the child Harry had often adopted when in pain or upset.
“And you yelled at Professor Dumbledore for me yesterday.” Harry frowned, “I think it was yesterday, after he got mad at you for taking me from my aunt and uncle.”
“I could not stand by and watch you be hurt, Harry, I have had too much first hand knowledge of how that feels,” Severus told him quietly, slipping an arm loosely around Harry’s shoulders.
“Our magic…” Harry hesitated, seeming to gather his breath before launching into speech. “I did that, didn’t I? I tied our magic together because it hurt so much and you made it feel better when we were touching.”
Severus nodded as he maneuvered the boy out of the bedroom when Harry’s stomach gave an ominous rumble. Directing him to sit at the table, Severus summoned a blanket before turning to make them sandwiches. Twin spots of color appeared on the boy’s cheeks as Harry ate hungrily and Severus recognized that they were not yet done. Upon closer inspection, Harry appeared to be around the age he was when he had arrived at Hogwarts, albeit a little taller. Perhaps two solid weeks of being fed regularly would have a beneficial overall effect on Harry’s stature.
Sending Harry ahead to the bedroom after they had straightened the kitchen, Severus did a cursory check of the cauldrons of Wolfsbane Potion before retrieving a fever-reducing potion. If they had another episode to go through, Severus wanted to be well-prepared for anything. He sincerely hoped that it would not be a repeat the past re-aging sessions, as Harry needed only another year or so of growth to return of to a normal state, but the combination of substances had been unpredictable enough that anything could happen.
Harry was already back in bed, one arm flung over his forehead as he lay against the pillows. Severus sat down on alongside him and gently removed the obstructing arm, brushing back his fringe in order to lay an assessing hand on the boy’s forehead. The skin was definitely warmer now, Severus thought, as his fingers lingered in the soft hair.
“Head’s starting to hurt again.” Harry told him quietly, opening his eyes.
Nodding, Severus started to pull his hand back when he caught sight of the thin pink line where Harry’s prominent lightning-bolt scar had been. He leaned down to study the mark. It appeared that the potion had somehow cleansed the scar of the Dark magic that had kept it swollen and irritated for almost a dozen years. He traced the fine line with a feeling of amazement. Perhaps it was a result of the magical burst of energy that had rendered them unconscious or possibly a combination of that and the potion that had been powerful enough to purge the scar.
“Sev’rus?”
Harry’s voice held a question, but Severus knew the explanation would have to wait. He felt the emerald eyes follow his movement as he retrieved the precious potion from the bedside table and handed it to Harry.
“Take the rest of this as I think we have one more stage to go through before you are completely restored to normal.”
Harry frowned, but downed the contents before handing the vial back to him.
“What’s that?” Harry asked, pointing at his bare left forearm.
Glancing down, his mouth already opening to deliver a scathing retort about the hideous faded brand on his arm, Severus froze. The Dark Mark, the black stain that had blemished his very soul was gone and in its place was a small golden lightening bolt just above his wrist. Like Harry’s scar, it appeared that the brand that had caused his best friend to turn from him all those years ago, had been removed, purged by the same incredible magic. A feeling of euphoria swept through Severus, so strong that his head seemed to spin as he stared at the new mark. Severus swallowed, twice, before he was able to speak.
“I believe we’ve both been given a great gift, child.”
Harry looked bemused. “The tree called me that. Child, I mean, Divine Child or something, said I was yours now to guide.” He yawned widely.
Severus waved down the torch and settled into bed, pulling Harry close to his side. “I am not quite sure who is whose here but I do know that we are now tied together by ancient, as well as magical, bonds. No one will ever be able to separate us, Harry, and I will do all I can to prepare you for whatever the future brings.”
Slender arms and legs entwined around him and Harry snuggled close as if daring anything to try to come between them. “Good.”
Severus smiled as he stroked a hand down the lean back and followed Harry into slumber.