Back to Hogwarts: FIC: The Collection Title: The Collection Author:alisanne Rating: NC-17 Word count: +/- 9,100 Warning(s): ): (highlight for spoilers) *Mild violence, abduction, graphic m/m sex, nothing too dark.* Summary: Harry’s unexpected assignment to Hogwarts leads him to rediscover some old passions. A/N: Thank you to the Back to Hogwarts mods, who inspired me to write this story. Thanks also to my beta reader, JM, and to my writing group, who stood by me all the way. And of course, nothing you recognize belongs to me.
The Collection
The spells used for protecting burial sites were basic really, providing no challenge to a determined witch or wizard. When the bones floated upwards into the room, the collector smiled and gathered them close. My collection is almost complete!
The wave of a wand restored the room to its former appearance and soon the place appeared empty once more.
* * * * *
Rain was pouring out of the night sky and onto his head. Oddly appropriate, thought Ron Weasley, running a wet hand through his equally drenched hair. Bloody horrible night for a horrible crime.
An Apparation crack sounded and Ron looked up in time to see Harry striding towards him, Auror robes flaring in the wind. He sighed. Now it begins.
Harry was shaking his head as he approached. “What’s up? Your message was uncharacteristically...terse.” He grinned. “I was in the middle of a rousing game of Exploding Snap with Teddy.”
God, I wish I didn’t have to be the one to tell him this. Ron swallowed hard. Then he took that thought back. After all, who else would he have trusted to break this sort of news to his best friend? Sombrely, he said, “This’ll get out soon enough, Harry, but I thought you should be the first to know.” Reaching up, Ron wiped the rain off his face as he tried to figure out how to tell his friend.
“Know what?” Harry’s eyes were narrowed now, Auror instincts clearly kicking in. He looked around. “Hey, we’re in Godric’s Hollow! And it’s a shitty night for us to be here.” He took out his wand and waved it.
Suddenly dry, Ron flashed Harry a grateful look. “Thanks, I always forget about charming the rain off.”
“I’m the one who grew up Muggle, remember? You’ve no excuse.” Harry clapped Ron’s shoulder. “So why am I here, mate?”
Better get it over with. “There’s been a particularly gruesome crime.” Ron kept his tone soft. “One that...affects you.”
“Oh?” Harry’s lips thinned. “Just tell me.”
Fuck. “Earlier tonight, someone broke into this mausoleum,” Ron gestured towards the marble structure behind him, “somehow getting through the preservation and protection spells. We wouldn’t have even known but for the reports of bright lights in the area, and Kingsley decided someone ought to come and check it out.” Lucky me.
“Okay.” Harry crossed his arms. “Whose mausoleum is this?”
“Your parents’.” Ron exhaled at the look on Harry’s face. “At first we thought everything was fine and it was just the work of some Muggle vandals or something, but the magical signature makes it clear that’s not the case.”
Harry cleared his throat. “So nothing was taken, right? They just broke in?”
“Sorry, but you’ll need to see.”
Harry closed his eyes for a moment before nodding. “Fine.”
Feeling like a right berk, Ron led Harry into the mausoleum. It had been built directly over the graves of Lily and James Potter. Harry hadn’t wanted it done, but the Ministry had insisted, calling it a tribute. Tired of fighting, Harry had finally allowed it, but he avoided the place, almost never visiting. Hermione had been livid, saying that the Ministry had stolen Harry’s parents from him. Privately, Ron agreed with her.
The mausoleum was, in typical Ministry fashion, horribly ornate, and the least welcoming place Ron had ever seen. Magical torches lit alcoves where ‘artefacts’ recovered from the Potters’ cottage were displayed, and there was a harp constantly playing in the background. It was awful. He didn’t blame Harry for never visiting.
“This doesn’t look like I remember. Something’s off,” Harry said, glancing around.
“Good instincts.” Ron waved his wand and the scene immediately changed. Several alcoves were empty and a couple of columns had been toppled. The most obvious problem, however, was the gaping hole in one wall.
“Oh my God,” Harry whispered. “What did they--?”
“They dug up your mum and took her body.” Ron had a second to shield himself before Harry’s power washed over him. Wind whipped through the room, toppling one of the columns, and blowing out several of the torches. “Harry! Control yourself!”
Abruptly, the wind died and Harry slumped. “Why, Ron?” he whispered. “Why would someone do this?”
“I dunno,” Ron said, sliding his arms around Harry’s shoulders. “But we’ll catch them, I promise. The bastards won’t get away with this. They left a fairly distinct magical signature. We’ll get her back.”
“Oh I know we will,” Harry growled. “I’ll make sure of it.”
* * * * *
“No, Potter. You are off this case,” Kingsley repeated. “You’re far too close, there’s no way you can be objective in this investigation.”
Biting back a growl, Harry tried one more time. “I can be objective--”
“Absolutely not.” Kingsley raised a hand as Harry prepared to speak again. “And nothing you say is going to persuade me to change my mind. I’ve put Weasley and Dawlish in charge of the investigation. Trust your colleagues, Harry, they’ll get the job done.”
“I do trust them,” Harry said, glance sliding over to where Ron was seated. “But she’s my mum.”
“If there were a crime involving a Weasley, I wouldn’t allow Ron on the case.” Kingsley leaned forward. “I understand that this is difficult, but we must avoid any appearance of bias. Now enough on this, there’s another reason I asked you here.”
Sitting back in his chair, Harry sighed. “Yes, sir?”
“You’re aware that Minerva McGonagall is revamping the curriculum at Hogwarts?”
Harry nodded. He’d heard some vague rumours about changes, but apart from Neville, he had no close friends there.
“She has requested that we assign an active Auror to help the current Defence professor demonstrate some techniques. I’ve made up a rotating roster, and you are the first one I’m assigning.”
Ron coughed. “Er, have they hired a new Defence professor?”
Kingsley smiled. “Not that I am aware of. I know Harry has...issues with the current professor, but surely you realise he had to do what he did during the war.”
Harry’s mouth fell open. “You want me to help Snape teach his class? You do know he hates me, right?”
“He doesn’t hate you.” Kingsley tapped the surface of his desk. “It’s just that Severus has always been a bit...taciturn.”
“Taciturn. Right.” Harry rolled his eyes. “I testified on his behalf before the Wizengamot and got his name cleared, only to have him avoid me like the wizard pox. I even wrote him a letter and I got it back. Unopened.”
“Severus hates being beholden to anyone,” Kingsley said. “I imagine he has been avoiding you for that reason.”
“Great. So he’s going to love having me show up.” Harry shook his head. “Sir, seriously, I can just collate some paperwork around the office--”
“You’re going to Hogwarts,” Kingsley insisted, tone implacable. “And they’re expecting you this afternoon.”
“Yes, sir.” Harry slumped in his chair as Kingsley then went on to outline Ron’s assignment. A part of him was anticipating Snape’s reaction, but the other part was dreading it. Merlin help me.
* * * * *
“It’s good to see you, Harry.” Minerva looked much as she always had, perhaps with a bit more grey about her hairline, but still as tough as ever. Harry wouldn’t want to take her on in a dark alley. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Thank you, Headmistress.” Harry smiled, taking a seat across from her desk. The light of the afternoon sun was streaming into the office and for a moment it took him back to his days as a student, visiting Dumbledore. It looked much the same as it had; he could almost hear Dumbledore’s soft voice giving him instructions. “You know, I’ve really missed Hogwarts,” he murmured.
She smiled. “It does have a way of growing on you. Tea?”
Over biscuits and tea, she outlined what she wanted him to do. “So you basically want me to duel with Professor Snape in front of the students?” Harry asked. “And he’s agreed to this?”
“He has,” she confirmed, nibbling delicately on a biscuit. “I think you’ll find he’s a different man than the one you remember from your student days, Harry.”
“Maybe.” Harry sighed. “I wouldn’t know. I tried to contact him after the war, but he never replied.”
She nodded. “He had a difficult recovery. Plus, he had to do a lot of things he wasn’t too proud of during those years. I imagine he thought it best to let those things...fade.”
“Yeah, I know now that he wasn’t the man I thought he was.” Harry leaned forward. “I still have his memories. I’ve examined them many times and I...well, I admire him a lot. I wish he would have replied to me so we could have talked, you know?”
“About what?” Minerva’s expressionless face gave away nothing.
“My mother, his years as her friend, Dumbledore--” Harry blew out a frustrated breath. “From what I saw in his memories I think we could even have been...friends.” Or more.
Minerva smiled as if she’d heard his thought. “That would be quite interesting indeed. Well, perhaps interacting as colleagues will do you both some good.”
“Headmistress,” a rich, smoky voice said. “You summoned me?”
“Ah yes. Come in, Severus.” Minerva got to her feet. “I asked you here to discuss our Defence curriculum changes.”
Snape emerged from the shadows and he looked good. Very good. As Harry stood up politely, he felt something inside him stir. “Hello, sir,” he managed.
“Auror Potter.” Snape’s voice wrapped itself around him. “Minerva.”
Harry licked his lips as he got a clear look at his erstwhile professor before he folded himself into a chair. He wore his customary high-necked robes, but with a touch of dark green at his collar and cuffs that suited him. He saw no signs of Nagini’s scars but the robes were high enough that they could have been hiding them.
“I think the best way to approach this is as a series of demonstrations,” Minerva began once everyone was once again seated. “Severus, if you’ll provide Harry with a list of the spells that each year has already learned, you can plan out your duel so that it covers optimum use of those spells.”
“Er, I’m a fairly unorthodox duellist,” Harry said. “Maybe it’s better if we don’t plan too much.” He smiled. “Unless Snape prefers, of course.”
“Indeed. So we’re agreed this is best done as a spontaneous display?” Snape asked, voice heavy with irony. “With Auror Potter demonstrating his awesome duelling prowess against the poor, hapless Hogwarts professor?”
Harry snorted. The day Snape was hapless would be long in coming.
“The duels can be unplanned if you prefer,” Minerva said, smiling. “Just so long as the spells covered are within the students’ knowledge base. Of course, having one or two advanced spells couldn’t go amiss, but they do need to be able to relate to what you’re doing.”
“Naturally.” Snape slanted a look at Harry. “This should certainly be interesting.”
Harry sipped his now cool tea, his thoughts racing. Yes, interesting was one word for it.
* * * * *
Severus paused for a millisecond after he left Minerva’s office. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the stone wall and caught his breath. Even having been warned that Potter would be returning, he’d not been prepared to see him all grown up and in Auror robes. And he wishes for us to be friends.
Shaking his head, Severus moved away from the wall and towards the stairs. He wasn’t going to read anything into what Potter had said to Minerva. He was going to duel him in class, and when Potter left, Severus would have those memories to sustain him.
He was long past thinking that Harry was anything like James Potter, and it had been years since he’d truly despised the boy. In fact, he’d been protecting him for so long that Severus had begun to feel somewhat attached to him, despite his public disdain for him. Severus’ complex feelings for Harry had driven him to refuse all contact with him after his Wizengamot hearing.
And now he’s here. Severus sighed as he strode towards his quarters. Another complication.
After letting himself inside his room, Severus re-warded the place before finally dispelling his Glamour. Peering into the mirror over his mantel, he ran his fingertips over the ugly scars still decorating his neck. “He doesn’t really want to be associated with me,” he whispered.
“It’s just guilt.”
That doesn’t mean you can’t throw him around the classroom a bit, however. Severus smirked at his reflection. Even if he wouldn’t ever be more than an ex-professor to Harry, he could still enjoy himself and teach him a thing or two.
* * * * *
To Harry’s surprise, Neville wasn’t in the greenhouse. Sighing, he turned back towards the castle, then paused as a flash of colour caught his eye. Squinting, he spotted someone digging at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Shaking his head, he approached. “This Herbology stuff is just an excuse to play in the dirt, isn’t it?” he called out.
Neville’s head popped up, and when he saw who it was, he grinned in welcome. “You know it!” Getting to his feet, Neville then wiped his hands off on his already filthy trousers and extended a hand to Harry. “I heard you were coming, Harry! Is this your first day, then?”
Harry nodded, clasping Neville’s hand. “Yeah. I just had tea with the headmistress and Snape and thought I’d track down a friendly face and see if you wanted to go to dinner.”
Neville laughed. “I can see why.” Wiping his forehead with the back of his arm, he sighed. “The light’s about to go anyway, I think I’m done. Do you mind if we stop by the greenhouse before we go?”
Harry agreed, and soon they were back inside the castle. Neville’s quarters were on the first floor with an outdoor patio and a view of the gardens, and Harry busied himself by gazing outside while Neville cleaned up.
“So where did they put you?” Neville asked when he emerged from his bedroom clad in clean clothes. “Gryffindor tower?”
“Nope.” Harry shrugged. “I guess since I’m co-teaching Defence, they decided I should have rooms close to Snape’s.”
Neville raised an eyebrow. “So are you over your crush on him, then?”
Harry blushed. He’d forgotten Neville had known about that. “I was,” he muttered. “Until I saw him again. He looks really good.”
“He does,” Neville agreed. “All those months with the Healers at St Mungo’s really helped him. He’s been a new man since he’s been back.”
“How so?” Harry asked, interested.
“He’s much less...angry. He even occasionally gives points to non-Slytherin students now. He has a corner of one of the greenhouses that he uses to grow his own herbs and potions ingredients, and he’s even asked for my help with it.”
“Wow, sounds as if he has mellowed.”
“I guess almost dying will do that.” Neville shrugged. “Anyway, are you ready? I bet the students will be interested to see their new visiting Defence professor.”
Harry shook his head. “Merlin help me.”
Neville laughed. “I must say, it’ll be really nice not to be the youngest professor anymore.”
“What about Romilda?” Harry asked. “You said she was teaching Charms now.”
“She is, but they still see me as the baby. I guess she looks older with her hair up.” Neville nudged Harry’s shoulder. “They’ll see you as the baby now.”
“Oi! You’re only older than me by one day!” Harry protested.
“Around here, every little bit counts, Harry,” Neville chuckled. “Trust me.”
* * * * *
Oddly, dinner wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be. He sat next to Neville and by the time he was introduced, Harry was relaxed. It was possible that the wine the elves had slipped into his goblet had something to do with that, but when Minerva got up to officially introduce him to the students, Harry managed to smile and wave and not embarrass himself.
Once they’d served pudding, which was treacle tart, Snape stood up to leave. Harry excused himself, hurrying after him and finally catching up in the hallway outside the Great Hall. “Snape! Hang on. What time would you like me in class tomorrow?”
Snape paused for a moment before turning to face him, his countenance partially obscured by the shadows. “The class begins at ten, Auror Potter, so ten to fifteen minutes before should be sufficient.”
Harry smiled, moving closer. “I think that, since we’re going to be colleagues, you can call me Harry, don’t you? Auror Potter is so...formal.”
“I suppose I can,” Snape replied, pursing his lips. “And I daresay that if I do you’ll wish to call me by my first name?”
“It would make sense, Severus.” Harry shrugged, trying to ignore Snape’s mouth. When had it become so...alluring? “But I won’t force the issue. If you prefer I call you Snape, then--”
“Indeed.” Snape stared at him for a moment and Harry got the impression he was being assessed. “I have no preference, you may call me either. Nine forty-five tomorrow.” Spinning on his heel, Severus walked away, robes flaring behind him.
Harry shook his head. Severus really was the master of the dramatic exits. He grinned. Maybe he’d pick up some pointers.
* * * * *
The fourth-year Slytherin-Gryffindor Defence class had begun to gather outside the classroom by the time Harry arrived. Students parted silently as Harry let himself into the room and closed the door behind himself.
“I take it there’s already a crowd?” Severus asked. He was in the front of the room re-filing some books on the shelves.
Harry nodded. “Yes. I suspect that several of them aren’t even in this class.” He’d spotted some blue- and yellow lined robes in the bunch.
“Not surprising,” Severus replied, turning to face him. “I imagine they are hoping to see quite a spectacle.”
“As long as there are no Unforgivables I think we’ll be okay,” Harry said. He grinned. “Hey, you’re not someone else Polyjuiced as Snape who’s going to try to kill me, are you?”
“I cannot imagine who would wish to masquerade as me,” Severus said, tone dry. “As for trying to kill you...That rather is the point of this exercise, isn’t it? To appear as if I’m trying to kill you?” Smirking, he moved around the desk at the front of the room and towards the space that had been cleared for their duel. “Shall we let them in?”
Harry sighed. “I suppose so. Just...reassure me that you don’t hate me.”
“I never hated you, Harry.” Chuckling as he raised his wand, Severus opened the doors and students began pouring in. There were far more than Harry had thought there would be, and many of them looked too old to be fourth-years.
“Take your places,” Severus said. “Those who may be here just to observe, be silent.”
Suddenly nervous, Harry adjusted his Auror robes and took his place across from Severus. The room went eerily silent and it took him a moment to realise that Severus had put up a protective shield so that no stray spells would hit any of the onlookers. They could still hear everything, though.
“We shall speak our spells aloud so that you’ll be aware of what’s going on,” Severus continued.
“Be aware that were this a real duel, there would be little speech since both Auror Potter and myself can duel non-verbally.”
Isn’t that the truth? Harry kept his face blank, falling into what Ron called his hyper-aware mode. Time seemed to slow, the world became sharper.
“Expelliar--!”
“Protego!” Harry’s blue-green shield flared into life around him as Severus’ spell bounced harmlessly off. “In my experience, beginning a duel with spells that involve shorter syllables allows you time to work out your best defence,” Harry said, tone conversational.
“Stupefy!” Severus smirked as Harry barely managed to block the hex. “Distracting one’s opponent is also a tried and true method of winning.”
“Incarcerous!” Harry sighed as the ropes slid harmlessly away from Severus.
“Immobilization, as you see, is often the goal since disarming your foe can be...difficult.”
“Tarantallegra!”
Mentally cursing, Harry nevertheless managed to shoot off a Jelly-Fingers curse and mutter the counter-curse for the hex Severus had landed.
Back and forth they traded and after a while, Harry began to enjoy himself. Severus really was a superb duellist, even with constraining themselves to fourth-year spells, he was giving Harry a run for his Galleons.
In the end, what won it was a Trip Jinx. Harry saw it coming and said so, but allowed it to land. “And so you see,” he said, accepting Severus’ offer of a hand up, “even the simplest jinx can win things for you.”
The students began cheering and clapping, and Harry, unable to help himself, began to grin. If he’d had Defence classes like this in school, he’d have loved studying even more.
“A success it seems,” Severus pronounced after he had set an assignment of six feet of parchment on the duel they had observed. Even that didn’t dampen the students’ enthusiasm, however; several of them lingered after class in the hopes of talking to Harry. “It seems you have a fan club,” Severus murmured before gathering up his parchments. “Do lock up.”
Biting back a retort, Harry patiently talked to all the students who had stayed behind, manfully resisting snapping at the girls who were trying to flirt and concentrating on the serious duelling questions.
By the time he was done, Severus was gone and Neville was waiting. “Lunch?” Neville asked.
“Sure.” Harry smiled, following him. After all, he had plenty of opportunities to catch Severus later.
* * * * *
The collector watched the duel from the shadows, fighting down the sharp desire the sight of Harry Potter had engendered. Soon. Soon he will be in my collection. I’ll finally have the set!
* * * * *
Duelling Potter, Harry, had been quite...enjoyable. Severus watched Harry carefully that evening at dinner for any signs that he had been dissatisfied with their demonstration for the students that morning, but Harry seemed to be pleased. His brief report to Minerva, who had asked how it had gone when she arrived at dinner, had been enthusiastic.
His fifth-, sixth- and seventh-year students were all abuzz, of course. Severus had barely been able to keep them on task; all they’d wanted to know was when their demonstration duel would be. Apparently he and Harry were the talk of the school.
“Severus, do you have the list of spells for the fifth-years’ demonstration ready yet?”
Suppressing a shiver, Severus turned his head and looked up into Harry’s face. He was leaning close to Severus’ chair, close enough that Severus could feel his breath graze his ear. “The list is in my quarters,” Severus managed, trying not to sound as if all the air had left his lungs. “I can provide it tomorrow--”
“I’d prefer it tonight so I can look it over, plan my strategy.” Harry smiled. “You’re a superb duellist, Severus. I’ll have to be on my toes with you. Is it okay if I come by this evening?”
“That is acceptable.” Severus pretended to be thinking. “About...eight? I should be free then.”
“Great.” Shockingly, Harry placed his hand on Severus’ shoulder and squeezed. “I’ll be there.”
After Harry left, Severus tried to appear nonchalant as he finished his pudding. Minerva, however, was apparently not fooled. “That almost sounded like a date, Severus,” she said, leaning close so as not to be heard by others.
Severus snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
She smiled, patting his arm. “We’ll see. I have spoken to Harry, and I believe I have a basis for saying that. And just remember, I’m getting old and you would make an excellent Headmaster.”
“Oh please. You’ve been the same for the past fifty years,” Severus muttered. “And if you recall, I’ve had that job and it was a horror. Never again. And what that has to do with Harr-- Potter is beyond me.”
“The board of governors has always maintained that they prefer Hogwarts’ headmaster or mistress to be...settled. They took me because, well, there had just been a war, but now that we’re in a time of peace, I think they’d prefer to consider candidates who have spouses, and looking back, Albus could have been--er--”
“Saner?” Severus supplied dryly.
“More settled,” she said firmly.
“Then I’m safe from appointment,” Severus deadpanned.
“We’ll see.” Smiling like her Animagus form, she rose. “Have a good evening, Severus. That’s an order.”
“Bloody interfering--” Severus stood up to leave, freezing as someone approached. “Longbottom?”
“Hullo, Snape.” Longbottom looked harried. “Are you going to be seeing Harry later by any chance?”
“He’s stopping by my quarters--”
“Great. Well, could you tell him I had to harvest some moon lilies tonight, so I can’t make it at nine?”
He had other plans, of course. Severus nodded. “I shall let him know.”
“Thanks!”
Harry and Longbottom, hm? Severus thought as he watched Longbottom disappear out a side door. So much for Minerva’s theory. Harbouring a vague sense of disappointment, Severus walked back to his quarters to wait for Harry.
* * * * *
Even though his rooms were on the same floor as Severus’, the walk over there seemed to take forever. Who knew all these people hung about in the basement hallways waiting for professors to happen by?
“--were wondering if you could give us a private lesson, Auror Potter?” The Slytherin student batted her eyes at him, two boys standing behind her and looking hopeful. Harry was sure she was related to the Malfoys somehow.
“If I did that for you I’d have to do it for everyone,” Harry pointed out. “Sorry, the only demonstrations are going to be in class.”
“Or perhaps for students of his own House,” someone said behind him.
Harry spun, gaping at the person standing there. “Romilda?”
She smiled. “Hello, Harry.” Frowning, she then snapped, “Don’t you lot have studying to do?”
The Slytherins scattered and Romilda sighed, turning once again to face Harry.
“Sorry about that. I’m patrolling tonight, and we’re not supposed to target any one House as we deduct points.” She rolled her eyes. “You know how it is, though.”
“Er, right.” Harry edged backward. “Well, I need to get going, so--”
“To Snape?” Romilda’s eyes narrowed. “Are you happy to be working with him, Harry? Because I would love to have you collaborate with me in Charms if you prefer--”
Harry shrugged. “I’m an Auror. Defence is what I do.” He smiled. “Thanks, though.”
“Am I interrupting?” Severus, standing at his door, arms crossed, was a welcome sight.
“Not at all,” Harry declared, relieved. “See you, Romilda.”
“Professor Vane,” Severus said, tone cool. “You’re patrolling this evening I believe?”
Romilda nodded. “I am.”
“Then perhaps you can instruct the students I saw gathering just outside the lake this evening that there is a curfew?”
“They what?” Shaking her head, Romilda took off. “Those little monsters--”
“Nicely done,” Harry chuckled once she was gone. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to be rid of her.”
“You wished to be rid of her?” Severus seemed surprised.
Harry sighed. “I guess you wouldn’t know our history.” Glancing towards Severus’ open door, he smiled. “May I come in? The story’s a bit personal.”
Severus hesitated for just a moment. “Very well.” He ushered Harry inside and Harry began wracking his brain for a reason to stay.
* * * * *
From the shadows, the collector watched and seethed. So very close but for Snape’s interference. No matter, he will be mine eventually.
* * * * *
“Here is the list,” Severus said, turning around only to see Harry standing over by his bookcase.
“You have a copy of Waffling’s Advanced Defence Theory?” Harry asked. “I read an excerpt once but I didn’t know anyone had the actual book outside of libraries.”
“It’s a first edition,” Severus said, surprised at Harry’s interest. “A gift from Albus, in fact.”
“I imagine you miss him.”
Severus sighed. “Indeed I do.” Sensing that Harry wasn’t anxious to go, he said, “Would you like something to drink?”
“That would be great.” Beaming, Harry moved away from the books and towards the sofa.
“I have Firewhisky, brandy, some red wine--”
To his surprise, Harry blushed. “My tastes run more towards the ordinary, I’m afraid. Do you have any ale?”
Severus inclined his head. “No, but that’s why we have house-elves. Tippy!”
Ale ordered and delivered, Severus sat down in the chair facing Harry with his own snifter of brandy. “You indicated that you have a history with Professor Vane?”
“You could say that.” Harry smiled. “You remember that time when Slughorn’s wine almost poisoned Dumbledore?”
“Ah yes.” Severus smirked. “The beginning of Ms Granger and Mr Weasley’s...relationship.”
Harry laughed. “Right. Well, the reason I took Ron to Slughorn was because of Romilda.”
Severus found himself very interested in the story; it seemed Harry’d had a very interesting school life, far more interesting than his professors had known. “Amortentia? Indeed?”
“I guess she was determined?” Harry shrugged and finished his ale. “Anyway, I’ve avoided her since then.”
“I can see why.”
Harry glanced at the clock on the mantel. “I hate to leave, but I’m supposed to meet Neville--”
“Oh. Yes.” Severus cleared his throat. “Professor Longbottom asked me to let you know that he had to harvest moon lilies this evening and so could not meet for your planned...assignation.”
“Oh, all right.” Harry didn’t seem upset. “Then I guess I don’t need to leave, unless you’d prefer to be alone--”
“Not at all. So would you like another ale?”
“That would be great.”
Reaching over towards a stack of books, Severus pulled one out. “Now that we have time, I thought you’d like to see some pictures of your mother.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “That would be brilliant,” he breathed. “Thank you!”
They spent the next thirty minutes poring over old pictures, Severus sitting beside Harry on the sofa so they could look together and retrieving old memories under Harry’s skilful questioning.
Harry even told Severus about recent events, and the theft of Lily’s body from the Potter mausoleum. Severus frowned. Something about it sounded familiar, but he let it go, concentrating instead on having Harry there. They chuckled over old pictures and, feeling generous, he even offered Harry several of the wizarding photos.
Harry accepted them with shaking hands and a tremulous smile.
“Perhaps this in small part makes up for you missing your date with Longbottom,” Severus murmured, finally closing the photo album.
“Date?” Harry looked up, confused. “Neville and I aren’t dating.”
Severus ruthlessly suppressed the surge of elation. “I see, not that it’s any of my business.”
Harry bit his lip and, after a pause, leaned forward. “I was hoping it would be, actually,” he whispered.
“You--?” Severus blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I find you attractive, have for a long time.” Harry laid his hand on Severus’ thigh. “I was hoping that we could, um, go out sometime.”
“You’re serious.” Severus shook his head. “That would be...inadvisable, Harry.”
“I notice you didn’t say you’re not interested.” Harry scooted closer. “So are you?”
“You’re a young man with a bright future just beginning your life,” Severus shot back. “Why would you want to ruin it by taking up with a former Death Eater?”
“That’s still not a no,” Harry murmured, his mouth now close to Severus’.
“I would be an idiot to say no.”
Harry smiled. “No one’s ever accused you of being an idiot that I’ve ever heard.”
“Certainly not to my face.” Severus tried to move away, but Harry pressed forward, his lips landing on the corner of his mouth. “Harry--”
“That didn’t sound like no, either,” Harry said against Severus’ cheek.
“Stubborn idiot.”
“I’ve heard that before.” Slanting his mouth over Severus’, Harry slid into Severus’ arms and proceeded to taste him thoroughly. Their tongues swirled, Harry’s moving over every bit of Severus’ mouth before beginning to withdraw. Then, Severus took over, doing his own exploration, licking every inch of Harry’s mouth until he was moaning and rocking against him.
Finally pulling away, Severus gently nibbled Harry’s lower lip before releasing it. He felt inordinately pleased when Harry blinked up at him, eyes wide and dazed behind his glasses.
“Wow.”
“Indeed.” Severus meant to disengage, but his hands seemed to be working independently of his brain, and they insisted on cradling Harry close.
Harry sighed and laid his head on Severus’ chest. “So, I think we’ve proven that we’re compatible.”
Understatement. “This is still impossible--”
“Surely you know better than to tell a Gryffindor that something’s impossible,” Harry teased. “It makes us fight all the harder for it.”
“There’s no winning with you, is there?”
Harry lifted his head and Severus could see he was grinning. “See? I knew you’d get it eventually.”
“Merlin protect me from overeager Gryffindors.”
“I’m afraid he hasn’t done too good of a job so far,” Harry murmured. “Maybe you should just embrace your fate and accept you work best with us.”
Shaking his head, Severus drew Harry closer and settled himself into a comfortable position. “There are some things a Slytherin can never accept,” he deadpanned.
Harry smirked wickedly. “We’ll see.”
* * * * *
This had been the duel Harry had been most looking forward to, the demonstration for the seventh-years. Here he could finally use non-verbal spells and hexes. Still no Unforgivables, of course, but this was as close to a real duel as he was going to get until he went back to the Ministry. A time he was beginning to dread more and more, actually.
His...whatever it was with Severus was progressing nicely, they were spending every evening together, mostly snogging on Severus’ sofa, and Harry was so horny he was about to explode. He thought Severus was being cautious because he was unsure of Harry’s true intent, but whenever Harry tried to take things further, Severus would gently but firmly send him back to his own rooms.
Neville was no help, he thought Harry should just plant himself in Severus’ bed one night, and Harry was beginning to think that might not be a bad idea.
“Glisseo!”
Harry’s feet slid from under him and he hit the floor hard. He lay there as Severus approached.
“You can often disarm your enemy with a common spell if he is...distracted.”
Bastard. Continuing to pretend to be disabled, Harry waited until Severus was within reach and then he swept his feet under Severus’, sending him sprawling. “And wizards often don’t think of a physical attack,” he said, jumping to his feet and pointing his wand down at Severus.
“Expelliarmus.”
Catching Severus’ wand, he held out a hand to Severus to help him up.
“Class dismissed,” Severus said when he was on his feet and Harry had returned his wand to him. Cancelling the voice amplification charm, he murmured, “And I assure you, this wizard is pondering something physical later.”
Harry almost moaned. “You don’t play fair,” he whispered.
“Slytherin.” Smirking, Severus moved past him. “Now you need to deal with your fan club.”
Harry sighed and walked over to the group of students who were standing by with questions. On his way, someone stepped in front of him. “Harry, my boy!”
“Hello, Professor Slughorn.” Harry smiled.
Slughorn tutted. “Call me Horace, my boy, we are colleagues now. Quite a good show you and Severus gave today.”
“Thanks. I guess we did all right.”
Slughorn smiled. “Considerably more than ‘all right’, I’d say. Severus is rarely defeated in duels.”
“Do you think he’s going to hold a grudge?” Harry asked, tongue in cheek.
“Oh, I’m sure he will, but then, you’re used to that from him, aren’t you?”
“I--” Suddenly Harry had no desire for Slughorn to know anything of his true relationship with Severus. “Yes, I suppose so. Well, I must be off.” Harry tried to get around him, but Slughorn wasn’t about to let him go.
“Actually, I was hoping we could get together this evening, share a bottle of some rare vintage and catch up on the Slug Club days?”
Harry smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, sir, I mean Horace, but Severus and I usually plan our demonstration duels in the evenings.”
“Ah, you’re busy, of course.” Slughorn smiled, reaching into his robes. “I thought you might say that, which is why I brought you a lovely bottle of port for your collection. Enjoy it with my best wishes.”
Collection? “I don’t really--”
“Don’t be shy.” Slughorn pushed the bottle into his hand. “Open it one evening when you’re alone and want to have a quiet evening in. Good day, my boy.”
A moment later he was gone and, shaking his head, Harry pocketed the bottle, immediately forgetting about it as he went to deal with the students, his mind focussed on the physical moves he was planning to use on Severus that night.
* * * * *
Soon, the collector thought, gleeful. He’s almost mine now.
* * * * *
He’s late, despite leaving dinner early tonight. Giving up on attempting to read, Severus snapped his book closed and placed it on the side table. Every evening that week, Harry had shown up between eight and eight-thirty for their ‘planning session’. Of course, since the planning lasted all of two minutes and the majority of the rest of the two hours were spent exploring each other’s mouths--
Severus shook his head. Clearly Harry had lost patience with their activities. A part of Severus couldn’t blame him. He knew Harry wanted...more, but until he knew where the relationship was going, Severus wasn’t prepared to get too attached only to have Harry disappear.
It will be hard enough to bear when he leaves as it is, Severus thought, running his fingers over his lips that were still swollen from last night’s ‘session’. Adding penetrative sex to the mix--
The clock on his mantel struck nine and, disconsolate, Severus doused the lights and walked to his bedroom. Perhaps it was better this way. A clean break was often the best method of--
Mouth gaping, Severus surveyed the scene in his bedroom, taking in the floating candles, the lit fireplace and, most shocking, Harry, naked Harry, who was sprawled atop his bed.
“I knew you’d come in here eventually,” Harry murmured. “I didn’t think it would take you this long, though.”
“I was waiting for you.” Severus winced. That had come out sounding far more accusatory than he’d intended.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Harry didn’t look that sorry, actually. His muscles glistened in the firelight and as he shifted, his hands trailing lightly up his inner thigh as if highlighting his erection, Severus’ mouth went dry.
“Indeed.” Severus couldn’t move. If he did there would be no turning back.
“And I’m sorry to ambush you,” Harry continued, sitting up on his elbows. “But it seemed that my subtle hints weren’t working.” He smiled. “And you know how Gryffindors get, we dive right in.”
That you do. Severus sighed. “Harry--”
“Please don’t over-think this too much, Severus,” Harry interrupted. “We don’t have to do anything too...involved, I just want to feel you against me. I lo--really like being with you.”
It was hopeless, Severus realised as his feet began taking him closer to Harry. Hopeless and inevitable. “How did you get in?” he asked as he began to unbutton his robes.
Harry licked his lips. “I left dinner early and came down here. Your wards let me in and I called Tippy to help me with the...atmosphere.”
“And you’ve been waiting ever since?” Severus was down to his pants and before removing them, he sat down on the bed.
“Mm, waiting, anticipating.” Harry bit his bottom lip. “Fantasizing.” He ran his hand up Severus’ arm. “I have so many things I want to do with you.”
Harry’s lips were so very tempting. Leaning in, Severus whispered, “As do I.”
“Brillian--mmf!” Harry reacted quickly to Severus’ kiss, wrapping his arms around Severus’ shoulders and opening his mouth to welcome Severus’ questing tongue.
As Severus reacquainted himself with Harry’s taste, Harry’s hands were busily exploring Severus’ back and arse, kneading and pulling, trying to drag him closer. Severus could feel Harry attempting to remove his pants and he shifted up, kicking them off before settling atop Harry with a moan.
“God, you feel--” Harry was arching beneath him, all but begging for his touch.
Dipping his head, Severus nuzzled the side of Harry’s neck before sucking on his Adam’s apple and pulling a gasp from him. “Incredible.”
“Mm, you are,” Harry agreed, voice a thready whisper.
Moving down Harry’s body, Severus finally indulged himself, tasting Harry as he’d longed to do ever since he’d returned to Hogwarts. Harry’s moans and breathless whimpers aroused him even more until soon, Severus was nuzzling his prick.
“Please--”
It had been a while, but Severus had been very good at this in his late teens. Sliding his mouth around Harry’s cock, Severus flicked his tongue over Harry’s slit, sampling the pre-come before moving on to explore further. By the time he began licking his way down the thick vein on the underside of Harry’s erection, Harry was writhing.
Severus sucked, pleased when Harry keened and came pulsing down his throat. He swallowed it all before pulling off and raising his head to look up into Harry’s sated face. “Had enough?”
Harry blinked at him. “You’re still hard.”
“I can manage--”
“No,” Harry interrupted, reaching down to pull Severus up. “I want you inside me. Please?”
Without answering, Severus Summoned some lubricant from the bathroom, catching it as it flew towards the bed. “You’re sure?”
“God, yes.” Harry mewled as Severus lifted his legs and placed them over his shoulders before sliding a slick finger inside him. “More.”
Severus took his time, despite the way his own need was throbbing through him, so that when Harry was stretched and ready and Severus’ prick was well anointed with lubricant, he could press against Harry’s hole and slip in easily.
“Yes,” Harry hissed, eyes at half-mast. Reaching up, he drew Severus’ head down for a kiss. “Now move!”
Severus did, all restraint gone. Harry welcomed his every thrust, arching under him, wrapping himself around Severus.
Severus could feel Harry’s renewed erection pressed against his belly and, reaching between them, he began stroking Harry’s cock even as he fucked him fiercely.
Harry was grunting with every push, as was Severus. It took Harry coming for a second time for Severus to finally let go and convulse in Harry’s arms, pouring himself into Harry’s quivering body.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop until Severus breathed and collapsed atop Harry, who was still shaking from the force of his own orgasm.
“Bloody hell,” Harry finally whispered after he’d regained his voice.
Severus had to agree. “Indeed.”
Harry grinned tiredly. “Now are you glad I broke in to wait for you?”
Shaking his head, Severus used the last of his energy to clean them up and Summon a blanket from the chair across the room. “No one likes a smug man, Harry.”
Harry’s laughter followed Severus into sleep.
* * * * *
“I would offer you some ale,” Severus murmured. “But I refuse to have Tippy bring us anything in our current state of dishabille.”
They had rested for an hour, then made love again - Severus was under no illusions what it was for him, and although he still wasn’t sure about Harry’s feelings, he’d made it clear he had no plans to shag and run, so Severus had relaxed.
“Mm, and I’m not getting dressed,” Harry whispered, stretching luxuriously against Severus.
“This feels too good.” He blinked. “Oh, but I do have some port or something that Slughorn gave me earlier.”
“Horace gave you wine?” Severus chuckled. “Merlin.”
“Why’s that such a surprise?”
“Horace is not a generous man in my experience.” Severus threaded his fingers through Harry’s hair. “Perhaps it’s a vintage he doesn’t actually like.”
“Maybe.” Harry shifted closer. “Want to try it? It’s in my robes. And that way we don’t have to put up with house-elves intruding.”
“And we wouldn’t have to move.”
“That, too.” Raising his hand, Harry cried, “Accio Harry Potter’s robes!” They flew to him and he began rummaging through them, finally pulling the bottle out of a pocket. “He said something about me opening this one night when I’m alone to savour it.”
“Would you prefer I leave so you can be alone?” Severus asked, eyebrow raised.
“Since I plan to spend every evening that I can with you, no.” Grappling with the bottle, Harry tore the seal. “Glasses, or should we just drink directly from it?”
“I imagine we can be civilized. Accio wine glasses!”
As two glasses flew into Severus’ waiting hand, Harry sat up and continued working to open the bottle. When he made it to the cork, however, his eyes widened. “Something’s wrong--” A moment later he was gone, having disappeared from Severus’ bed. The open bottle dropped onto the bed, spilling red wine over the sheets.
Severus ignored it, grabbing his wand to try to trace the Portkey. He had only seconds and he knew it. “Hang on, Harry,” he whispered, refusing to allow anxiety to affect his trace. “I’m on my way.”
* * * * *
Harry was disoriented when he landed on a stone floor wearing nothing and holding a wine cork.
“Incarcerous!”
The cork rolled away as someone emerged from the shadows.
Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Well, that was fast,” Slughorn said, tone genial. “I rather thought you’d wait before opening it, not that I’m upset, mind you.” He smiled, leaning over and poking Harry’s bound body with his foot. “I have been so anxious to complete my collection. Your scar will make a lovely addition.”
What collection? Harry began struggling to free himself.
“Oh no, we can’t have that. Stupefy!” Slughorn smiled when Harry went limp and, walking over to a work table, picked up a phial and a knife. “I knew the moment I saw you that you would be a wonderful addition to my collection of the most influential wizards of the century. After the last battle, I managed to snag one of Tom’s eyes and one of Albus’ wizened fingers. I didn’t want anyone tracing me, so I cobbled together an illusion so no one would notice. Getting something that personifies Lily was more difficult, though.” He sighed. “Lovely Lily, it’s been difficult to re-grow her hair on her corpse, but then, I am a Potions master.
“Still, people are going to look for you, so I should probably start coming up with a good story for where you might have gone.”
Severus will find me.
“And just how close have you been getting to Snape, hm? Is he going to come looking for you?” Slughorn pursed his lips. “Well, no matter. Who’s going to suspect kindly old Professor Slughorn?”
The knock on the door made Harry’s hopes soar. Severus!
“Ah, that will be Snape looking for you.” Waving his wand, Slughorn Levitated Harry over to a cupboard. “There, that plus a light Disillusionment Charm should be sufficient until I can retrieve what I need from you.”
Well fuck!
Slughorn closed the door and Harry was left in the dark, seething. What the fuck am I going to do now? And when he says he wants my scar, does he mean he’s skinning me to get it? If he could have, Harry would have groaned. And I’ll never live it down if Ron finds out that I let sodding Slughorn get the drop on me.
* * * * *
Severus had his hand raised to knock again when the door opened.
“Severus?” Horace was blinking at him. “Hello. What can I do for you?”
“I’m looking for Auror Potter, actually.” Severus’ eyes swept the room behind Horace, cataloguing everything, his instincts on high alert. “Have you seen him?”
Horace frowned. “No, I’m afraid not.” He hesitated. “Although, you’re not the only person to ask me that tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Professor Vane was by earlier full of questions about Harry, his likes and dislikes.” Horace leaned closer. “I think she may have a bit of a tendre for him.”
“I see.” Severus focussed on something just behind Horace. “Working on something new? I don’t recognise it.”
“My own creation.” Horace smiled faintly. “Would you like to come in, Severus? I hardly have any visitors who can knowledgeably discuss potions.”
“Indeed.” Severus followed Horace inside, looking around. He was clearly in the middle of a project, and for a moment Severus wondered if his instincts were leading him awry. “What are you trying to do?”
“Re-grow hair from dead tissue.” Horace patted his balding head and smiled a bit sheepishly. “I have selfish motives, yes, but I think it will help a lot of other people as well.”
“When you perfect it, contact the Malfoys,” Severus advised, sniffing the potion inquisitively. “From what I’ve see of Draco, he could use it. This has a lionfish base if I’m not mistaken?”
“Yes.” Horace was beaming. “Its properties make it perfect as a base for this.” He pursed his lips. “The Malfoys you say?”
“Indeed.” Severus nodded. “And yes, I can see what you mean about the lionfish.”
“So why are you looking for Harry?” Horace asked a moment later. “Is everything...all right?”
“I’m afraid not,” Severus said. “We were in the middle of something when he just disappeared.”
“Perhaps some Auror assignment came up?” Horace shrugged. “They do tend to hare off on cases at the slightest notice.” He chuckled. “Even if they are naked.”
Severus went cold. “I don’t believe I mentioned anything about him being naked,” he said carefully.
“No?” Horace’s expression went blank.
“No.”
“Expelliarmus!”
“Stupefy!”
With satisfaction, Severus watched as Horace toppled and hit the floor, his face twisted in a rictus of rage. “I learned that trick from Harry, actually,” he murmured. “Fewer syllables.” As he kicked Horace’s wand away from him, it slid across the floor, ending up right next to a familiar looking cork.
Severus’ hand tightened on his wand. Harry’s here somewhere.
It was the work of only a few moments to open the cupboard. It looked empty, but Severus knew better than to trust that. “Finite Incantatem!”
There, on the floor, was Harry, naked and trussed up. He looked fine and, exhaling, Severus banished the ropes, helping him up.
“I think he stole my mum’s body from her grave,” Harry said, rubbing his wrists. “He said something about wanting to ‘have the set’. I think he’s been collecting for a long time.”
Again following his instincts, Severus pointed his wand into the cupboard once more.
“Revaltio!”
Eyes wide, Harry gaped at the hidden chamber the spell revealed. “Oh my God!”
Severus, lips compressed, surveyed the gruesome collection. Using wizard’s space, the inside of the cupboard was actually the size of a large chamber. On the walls were displayed several body parts. Squinting, Severus recognised Albus’ hand, Voldemort’s eye glaring balefully back at him, and Lily’s...He closed his eyes and turned Harry away. “We must contact Weasley.”
“Yeah.” Harry was shaking. “I’ll go do it now.”
Severus held onto him. “You may want to put on some clothes first, however,” he suggested gently.
Harry blinked up at him before his lips curved into a small smile. “Yeah, thanks. I think I will.” After one last glance towards Lily’s body, he walked over to the Floo, called out, “Severus Snape’s quarters,” and disappeared in a flash of flame.
Severus turned to stare down at Horace on the floor. “Now, Horace, I think it’s time we had a little chat about Harry. You see, he’s mine and what I collect, I keep.”
* * * * *
“So Slughorn has been mad for all these years?” Harry asked Kingsley as the walked across Hogwarts grounds.
Kingsley nodded. “According to the Healers, he suffered irreparable brain damage at some point during the time Severus was Headmaster. We suspect it was the Carrows, actually. They didn’t just concentrate their attention on the students that year, I’m afraid.”
Harry shook his head. “Unbelievable. What are his chances for a full recovery?”
“Who knows?” Kingsley shrugged. “At least he’ll finally have the help he needs now.”
“And his...collection?”
“All quietly returned to where they should be.” Kingsley clasped Harry’s shoulder. “Including your mother’s remains, of course. One good thing - Slughorn’s potion does show some good medicinal properties.”
“Over here, Harry!” Neville was waving, and smiling back, both Harry and Kingsley moved towards him.
“So, are you sure about your decision to resign?” Kingsley asked as they took their seats for the ceremony.
Harry nodded. “Doing those demonstrations with Severus made me realise how much I enjoy teaching. I should have guessed after the DA but, well, sometimes I can be slow.”
Kingsley chuckled.
“And with Minerva retiring,” Harry continued, “and Severus being promoted to the position of Headmaster, that freed up the Defence position. It was too good an offer to pass up.” Not to mention the personal offer Severus made.
“Weasley’s pretty pleased since his wife’s taking the Potions professorship now that Slughorn’s gone.” Kingsley smiled. “All in all a good result I think, even if I am losing one of my best Aurors.”
Harry grinned. “Well, I’m available for contract work. After all, I’m taking a salary cut in becoming Hogwarts professor.”
“I suspect you’ll manage,” Kingsley murmured, tone dry.
Watching Severus take the podium, Harry shivered, recalling how well they had managed to pleasure each other that morning. He grinned. “Yes, I think you’re probably right.”