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Fic: Wizard Harry
Title: Wizard Harry
Author: shadowess
Pairing(s): Snarry (are you surprised?)
Rating: PG 13/R
Warnings (if any): Aside from chan, Possessive Severus, dark themes implied.
Summary: Severus has been watching Harry; now it’s time to act.
Prompt: #90 Prior to getting his Hogwarts letter, Harry is kidnapped by someone with ulterior motives--they plan to raise him to obey only them.
Author Note (if any): This is my first attempt at a HP fic, a fest, as well as chan. I figured if I was going to jump into the fanfic side of HP then I should go whole hog.
As well, I tried really hard to do smut, but it just wouldn’t work…I’ll try harder next time.
Around 2,600 words. Ketsurui who is my love for doing a last-minute-holiday-amazing beta!


Chapter 2: No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

Harry staggers a bit once we appear, and I hold on to his hand tighter. His green eyes were wide as he took in the room and then his expressive gaze fixes on me.

“Wow, did we just teleport?”

“Something like that. Wizards call it Apparition. It’s one of the ways we travel from one place to another.”

“Can we app-appleration again? Like back to the park?” I smile at his struggle with the new word. I release his hand and put my hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe we can try apparition again later; I’m a little tired from the trip.” Harry looks chagrinned, and worries his lip.

“Oh, I’m sorry, that was rude of me. My aunt keeps telling me how poor my manners are.” I pat his shoulder and give it a squeeze.

“No worries, Harry, it wasn’t rude of you. I just want you to stay with me for a bit. Would you like me to show you my house?” Harry relaxes and looks up at me and smiles.

“Yes sir!” I lead Harry around Spinner’s End; it’s nothing spectacular, but it’s home. We end in my bedroom,

“And this is my bedroom, Harry.” His green eyes are wide as he takes in the room; it’s cozy and warm.

“Wow, Mister, you have a really big bedroom. It’s way bigger than my cupboard, fewer spiders too.” He smiles up at me again; I have to suppress my rage at hearing that this lovely boy is being kept locked away. No longer will he be shut away in a small cupboard, not unless I will it. I return his smile and move over to sit on my bed. I pat the spot next to me and Harry rushes forward and crawls up on the bed. He bounces a bit on the bed and giggles.

“If you like, Harry, you can jump on the bed.” A huge smile lights on his face and he reaches forward to grab my hands in his small ones.

“Really, sir? I’ve never jumped on a bed before. I’ve watched Dudley jump on his bed loads of times and it looks like lots of fun. Are you sure it’s okay?” I free a hand and stroke it down his powder soft arm.

“Of course, Harry, go right ahead.” Harry quickly removes his shoes and then scrambles onto the bed and stands up. He looks at me again to confirm that it’s still alright for him to jump on my bed and I nod at him. Harry coils down and springs up, again and again he jumps around on my bed. Soon he’s giggling and squealing and throwing his arms up in the air. His baggy shirt billows out from his body and I can see a tempting strip of belly flesh. My mouth begins to water at the sight and I long to lick the soft supple skin that’s revealed. A wicked smirk crosses my lips.

“Harry, would you like to see some more magic?” Harry claps and laughs.

“Yes please, Mister!” Slowly I draw my wand.

“Would you like to see a spell I created myself?” Harry keeps jumping.

“You can create your own spells? That’s brilliant! Show me your spell, sir.”

I point my wand at Harry and whisper, “Levicorpus.” Harry’s eyes go wide as his ankles lock together and he is rotated to dangle upside down. Harry dissolves into giggles and flounders under his oversized shirt that has now fallen to drape over his head and arms. My fingers twitch to reach forward and smooth my hands over the child’s belly before me. His little nipples beg to be laved by my tongue and his boy hips long to be bruised with my fingerprints. I want to hurt him, just to hear him scream my name.

I’ve stepped up closer to the bed without even realizing it; my hand slowly rises of its own will towards Harry. The pads of my fingers smooth across his belly. They hug his form and my palm follows their path. My thumb strokes the baby down hair below Harry’s belly button. Harry’s breath hitches when I touch him, but he continues to giggle slightly. He managed to wrestle himself out from under his shirt by simply taking it off; the fabric lies in a heap on my bed below Harry’s head. He looks up at me with those big green doe eyes.

“That tickles, sir.” I smile down at him, continue forward and place a knee on the bed near his head. Slowly I bring my face to his baby soft belly; I rub my cheek on his little paunch. I turn my face and press my nose into his belly button and inhale his scent. My eyes close and my knees go weak at the smell. I wrap my arms around his torso while I lick the seam of my lips. Ever so slowly, my tongue snakes out to taste his flesh; he tastes like honey and milk. I sigh into his belly and below I hear him giggle again. I feel his hands on my knee after a moment and I look down at him.

”Could you let me down now, sir? My head is starting to feel weird, and my tummy feels all squiggly.” With extreme reluctance, I disentangle myself from Harry and point my wand at him again and whisper the counter spell. Harry is turned right side up and he flops down to sit in the middle of my bed; his shirt lays discarded underneath him. His face is flushed with blood and hair is impossibly more wild than usual. Harry scratches his belly where my tongue had just been.

“That was brilliant, Mister! Do you know any other spells? How about that teleport, er, app-app”

“Apparition.”

“Yeah, ap-par-ition one? We could go back to the park and play.” I reach out and ruffle his hair.

“Not so fast, Harry, remember I’m tired from the first Apparition. You don’t want to leave already, do you?” Harry looks horrified that he had offended me.

“Oh no, it’s not that, sir, just that I am usually supposed to be home soon after the sun sets and my uncle gets very cross with me when I’m late.”

“Well, how about you just stay with me, safe and sound?”

“Stay with you? Like for the night? Like a sleepover?”

“Yes, Harry, like a sleepover, though I only have the one bed, so I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no, sir, I’ll sleep on the floor and you can have your bed.” I sit down next to him and put my arm around him and pull him to rest against my side.

“You’re such a wonderful boy, Harry. But as my guest, I must insist that you sleep in my bed.” Harry sits with me for a moment. Then he looks around and then nods to himself.

“I bet this bed is big enough for both of us. Maybe we can share it?” I make a show of contemplating his suggestion.

“Well, I suppose we could.” Harry whoops and gives me a hug.

“This will be so much fun; I’ve never had a friend who could sleep over before. Now I have a grown up friend with a huge bed and he’s a wizard! Dudley will be so jealous! Just wait ‘til I tell him about you, sir.”

“Harry, why don’t you call me by my name? Sir makes me feel old.” We share a smile. “Call me ‘Prince’.” Harry giggled.

“You’re my Wizard Prince who can apparition, make shoes zoom around and make me float upside down. We’ll be friends forever!” I hug Harry tighter.

“We’ll be together forever. You can’t abandon me, you belong to me.”

“Yup, I’m your Wizard Harry forever.”

The End.