MINE

Mine
Author: tas
Harry/Severus
Creature (Vanteerian)


Note: This story goes out to becca589 who issued the challenge on TSS. As the challenge is almost story-ish in itself, you can check out the actual challenge at: http://www.thesilversnitch.net/fic/viewstory.php?sid=9401 . I personally love creature/inheritance fics and was very intrigued when I first read the challenge, putting my many other fics on hold until I can get this one out of my system. I know that there are other authors that took up the challenge, and they are quite good. Hope this one meets to your expectations becca, as it is a little bit different than the ones that I’ve read so far, and hope it keeps you interested until the end.

Disclaimer: Although the plot is mine, the characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the woman that started my addiction into the Potter universe. I receive no monies for this story, but write for the pleasure of twisting the characters to my will.


Rated: NC-17 for sexual situations, profanity and whatever else may offend the innocent.
Pairings: Harry/Severus with a side order of Remus/Lucius
Warning: This story is SLASH, meaning male/male relationship. If that squicks you out, you’re on the wrong site. Most characters are OOC. No references to HBP
Summary: Harry comes into a long forgotten inheritance on his seventeenth birthday. He is no longer human, but a creature that is quite rare and beautiful.....a creature that is strong, powerful, and sexual in nature....a Vanteera.


Thanks go to Strife who helped me fine tune the story for you all to read.


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Chapter One


It was quiet in the large, circular room, the faint sounds of the bits and bobs moving about magically on their own, or the past Headmasters in their portraits snoring softly as they slept, the only sounds to be heard. The late afternoon sun could be seen from the ceiling high windows on the second level of the room, the large telescope idle, waiting for the current Headmaster to gaze upon the constellation of stars. Fawkes, the Headmasters Phoenix, sits on his perch, the occasional melodic trill coming from him as he watched the two wizards sitting close together, a chessboard between them.

“You’ve gotten better at the game Harry,” Albus Dumbledore said, grinning to the young wizard across from him, who just took one of his knights.

“Ron’s been teaching me some different strategic moves of the game,” Harry smiled, taking a few smarties from the bowl at the side of the board, the present treat that seems to satisfy the Headmaster’s sweet tooth. Loads better than those blasted lemon drops he used to always push on people.

“Are you all ready to leave tomorrow Harry?” Albus asked.

“All packed. Are you sure I can’t stay here or at Grimmauld Place, instead of the Dursleys?” Harry hopefully asked.

“Although I would love to have you here, to have our afternoons together, you need to stay at your relatives for a short while, because of the blood protection from your aunt. It is for your own safety as well as theirs that you stay there for the few weeks.”

Harry sighed heavily, resigned to his fate. “I can’t believe I have only one more year left at Hogwarts,” he said.

“It has been an eventful time for you here, hasn’t it?” Albus smiled. “And not all good I’m afraid.”

“No . . . it hasn’t,” Harry replied, giving a sad smile in remembrance of Sirius, his godfather, who he didn’t get a chance to know; or Cedric Diggory who had died because he was portkeyed to Voldemort with him during the Tri-Wizard tournament in his fourth year. Wrong place at the wrong time.

“You’re a stronger person because of those tribulations you went through Harry,” Albus said, then gave a small chuckle when Harry dramatically rolled his eyes in response. “If there was any way I could have made things easier for you, I would have Harry.”

“It didn’t help that danger always seem to find me,” Harry grinned. “Any training or reading you would like me to do over the summer?”

“There are a few books on wandless magic, as well as shielding charms, that have already been added to your trunk. As for using magic . . . with your wand . . . the Ministry refused my request that you be able to use it.”

“You did say magic with a wand, right?” Harry smirked.

“Yes, wandless magic isn’t detected as easily by the Ministry.”

“What about Dobby in my second year, or the time I blew up my aunt like a balloon in third year? The Ministry knew about those things happening. I almost was charged with underage wizardry in fifth year when I used the Patronus spell.”

“Yes, they detected magic . . . accidental magic. Accidental magic tends to be forgiven more through the Ministry. Furthermore, the Ministry is a bit more lenient with you since Fudge found out that Voldemort is actually alive. He knows that you are being trained to defeat him,” Albus said.

“Does he know of the prophecy?”

“He knows you are part of the prophecy, as does Voldemort, but does not know you are the only one able defeat him.”

Just then a pop was heard in the room, and a house elf with big ears, big eyes, and a motley outfit of a Chudley Cannon T-shirt, a plaid kilt, and mismatched striped socks, appeared at their side carrying a tray. “Masters Harry Potter Sir, and Headmaster Sir, I’s have your afternoon treat and tea,” Dobby said, smiling at the two of them.

“Thank you Dobby,” Albus smiled. “Would you like to join us in eating this fine treacle tart?”

“You are too kind Headmaster Sir, to invite Dobby to sit with two great wizards like yourselves,” Dobby said, twisting the hem of his T-shirt in his long fingered hands.

Harry used his wand and moved another chair over to them. “I won’t be able to eat all this myself Dobby,” he grinned.

“Buts that is your favorites Harry Potter Sir,” Dobby said, climbing onto the chair.

“Yes, it is, but I would like you to share some with us,” Harry said. “I won’t see you all summer.”

“That is a lovely shirt you’re wearing there, Dobby,” Albus said, his eyes twinkling madly.

“Mister Weasleys gaves it to me. He said it didn’t fit him anymore,” Dobby grinned, smoothing his hands over the front of the shirt. “Is was okay for Misters Weasleys to give Dobby his shirt?”

“Of course it is Dobby,” Harry replied. “You are a free elf. If you are given clothes, there is no harm in that. Besides, Ron was meaning to give that to you for ages.”

“Misters Weasleys and of course Mister Potters are great wizards,” Dobby smiled, placing their treat on individual plates.

Harry took a bite, looking forward to that first sweet taste. He began to slowly chew, the taste unpleasant to him. “Is something wrong Harry?” Albus asked, seeing Harry struggling to swallow what he put in his mouth.

Harry shook his head, and took a swallow of his pumpkin juice. “It just tastes different,” he replied, grimacing. “Was anything different put in it Dobby?”

“No, same as always. Is dessert making Harry Potter sick?” Dobby worriedly asked.

Harry grabbed onto Dobby’s hand before he could get up to punish himself. “I’m sure it is fine Dobby,” he reassured him. “A lot of things have been tasting rather odd to me lately.”

“For how long?” Albus asked, spooning more of the treat into his mouth.

“Not long . . . couple of days, maybe,” Harry shrugged. “I’ve been feeling down lately. Probably from all the extra training lately.”

“Just to be sure, make sure to visit with Madame Pomfrey when you leave here, to check for any potions or hexes that may have been given to you,” Albus said, looking over his half-moon spectacles at Harry.

Harry nodded his head, then looked down at the chessboard. He smiled to himself, then moved his queen. “Checkmate,” he proudly said. “I can’t believe I finally beat you Albus.”

“So you have Harry. Well done,” Albus grinned.

“Wait a minute! You let me win,” Harry said seeing the mischievous look on Albus’s face.

“Did I Harry?” Albus replied, waving his hand over the board to reset it for another time. “Now, I believe your friends are waiting for you in the Room of Requirement for a little meeting.”

“But, how did . . . ” Harry began.

“Can’t tell you all my secret’s Harry,” Albus twinkled, then stood up. “Make sure to see Madame Pomfrey before you go, and owl us if you have any concerns when you are at your relatives.”

“You’re scary sometimes. You know that?” Harry laughed, then hugged Albus. “Maybe next time I’ll actually beat you . . . without you giving me the game.”

Harry shook his head, smiling to himself as he made his way down to the infirmary. The Headmaster and himself have gotten to be quite close over the past year, where they were able to talk about most things. He never mentioned how his relatives actually treat him though. He couldn’t stand the look of pity he would see in other peoples eyes if they were to find out. When he entered the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey didn’t seem surprised to see him. Albus must have flooed her in warning. She immediately scanned for any wrong doing against him, but was unable to find anything. She told him not to hesitate to come back if his symptoms worsened, before sending him off.



When he entered the Room of Requirement, he was waved over by Draco Malfoy. It was still surprising to him that Lucius and Draco were spies, alongside Severus Snape, for the light. What was even more surprising, is that once Draco and himself cleared the air between them, they became quite close. With Ron and Hermione in their own relationships, the Golden Trio were not as close as they once were. Ron was often seen snogging with Lavender Brown from Gryffindor, and Hermione and Blaise Zabini from Slytherin, were often seen holding hands with their noses in the thick magical tombs in the restricted section of the library. Although there may have been a bit of an attraction between Draco and Harry at the beginning, it never became of anything. For both of them realized they were better off as friends, and very good friends. Harry found he was able to talk to Draco a lot easier than Ron or Hermione, to talk of his muggle upbringing, or his dreams and wishes for the future.

Draco was quite a bit different in the company of the defense group that Harry and Hermione began a few years ago, which he joined midway through sixth year, along with Blaise, Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott, and Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin. They still had to appear like Death Eater wannabes to gain information from the Serpents lair, but had toned down their spitefulness. Of course, with Draco, it helped that he was secretly seeing the two notorious pranksters of their time . . . Fred and George Weasley. That triad coupling surprised many, but when together you could see how they all complimented each other.

“Hey Harry, you’re zoning again,” Draco grinned, pulling on Harry’s hand to get his attention.

“Sorry ‘bout that Dray,” Harry said, returning the grin. “What are you three up to now?” He asked, looking at Fred and George suspiciously.

“Nothing,” George smirked, putting his arms around Draco, pulling him back to lean against his chest.

“We were just,” George began.

“Talking about our new line,” Fred added.

“Of adult sex aids that they’re adding to the shop,” Draco finished.

“You realize you’re talking in sync with them right?” Harry laughed, looking at Draco’s flushed face.

“Well, they’re rubbing off on me,” Draco smirked.

“I’d like to rub off on you,” Fred suggestively said, not noticing Harry’s face flush pink.

“Hmm,” Draco hummed, pulling Fred closer so he was sandwiched between the two redheads. “Sounds promising,” he huskily added, as George started to nibble onto the side of his neck, and Fred leaned in to claim his lips in a heated kiss.

Harry stood and watched, gobsmacked, as the trio were making good use of their mouths and hands. He was embarrassed to witness it, but couldn’t help but not watch. He never felt that certain connection that many of his friends had with their girlfriends or boyfriends. He always felt too old for his years, to have anything in common with his peers. He has known for a few years that he was attracted to the same sex, but never pursued anyone. Too busy, or too afraid to get close to anyone. His eyes usually strayed to the older men, like Remus Lupin, for his kind but animalistic ways; Oliver Wood for his determination . . . not to mention looking quite good in his quidditch uniform; and Lucius Malfoy with his gorgeous blonde hair and a body that rivaled the sons. Most notably, there was Severus Snape that took most of his notice. Over the past year, the two of them spent quite a bit of time together, getting to know one another. With the Headmaster’s insistence, Severus had started the occlumency lessons again, as well as some dark arts training, that Lucius Malfoy assisted him with. During that training, Harry a hard time concentrating, as the elder wizards would often take off their outer robes, leaving them in form fitting trousers and open necked shirts. He quickly learned to pay attention to the lessons, instead of the two wizards, when he was hexed for not paying attention at the beginning of the first lesson.

“Harry,” a voice quietly said by his ear, from behind him. “You okay?”

Harry turned to face one of his favorite professors, Remus Lupin, who came back to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts that year. “Yeah, I’m okay. You?” He asked in a choked voice.

“I’m good. You sure you’re okay, because you look all flushed and hot,” Remus said grinning knowingly.

“You see more and more of that. I guess I feel kind of jealous,” Harry shrugged, walking to the punch bowl to ladle some punch into his cup.

“Isn’t there anyone you have your heart set on?”

“Not really,” Harry replied, turning his face away from Remus. “There aren’t too many people that would want, just me. I’ve had offers, but they wanted the-boy-who-lived, and all the bloody fame that goes with it. No one would want to get to know the person behind all that.”

“You’d be surprised Harry,” Remus said. “You have a lot of friends . . . true friends that like you for you.”

“But not enough to risk their lives getting close to me, or to snog me senseless,” Harry sighed, taking a sip of his drink. He wrinkled his nose in distaste, then put his cup down. “I’ll see you later Remus,” he said, before leaving the room to go to his bed in the dorm.

Remus picked up Harry’s cup and took a small sip, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. The usual punch spiked with a bit of muggle rum. “Something wrong wolf?” Lucius asked from beside him.

“Have you noticed anything different about Harry lately?” Remus asked.

“Here and there. Magically, he’s showing an aptitude in spell casting, his powers are growing. As for he himself, he seems more withdrawn, and he barely eats during meals,” Lucius replied.

“Something doesn’t feel right about Harry. I’ve sensed a different smell about him. He’s still Harry, but there’s just something off about him,” Remus said.

“He goes to those muggles tomorrow, doesn’t he?” Lucius asked.

“Yes. I’ve never thought that was a good idea. It’s necessary for his protection from Voldemort, but what about the protection from his relatives? He always comes back more withdrawn, and the few times I’ve been here when he returns, I’ve noticed he walks carefully and I can smell blood.”

“Have you ever asked him about it?”

“Yes, but he always insists he is fine. When I try to get the truth from him, he brushes me off. I’ve wanted to check up on him during the summers, but I’ve always been off on assignments for the Order.”

“Do you have an assignment this summer?” Lucius asked.

“Yes, I’m going to a few werewolf colonies to try to waver them away from the dark side. Severus’s wolfsbane potion will be helping me with that.”

“When are you due back?” Lucius asked.

“Sometime around mid-August,” Remus replied.

“I’ll miss you,” Lucius whispered by Remus’s ear. “How long do you need to stay here?” He asked, licking the shell of the other’s ear.

“Mmm . . . until midnight,” Remus sighed, leaning into his lovers touch.

“Do you think your students would miss you . . . say, for a half hour?” Lucius asked, as he slipped his hand into Remus’s robe, to press against the growing hardness there.

“Gods, Luc,” Remus quietly moaned, pushing forward into Lucius’s hand. He let the sweet torture continue for another minute or two, their bodies facing away from the partying students. He reluctantly pulled the blonde’s hand away and took a step back. “Five minutes, in my rooms,” he huskily said, before walking away.

After Remus told the Head Boy from Hufflepuff that he would be back, he went to his rooms to find that Lucius was there, naked and waiting for him. He pulled him to his feet from the couch and savagely took his mouth in a passionate kiss, his hands eagerly roaming over the familiar pale body. His mouth left the moaning lips to nip and lick his way down Lucius’s body. While he was marking his way further down, Lucius used wandless magic to bare Remus’s body.

Lucius cried out and threw his head back, as Remus engulfed his cock into his mouth, his nose nuzzling the blonde pubic hair. His hands went into Remus’s hair, as he thrust in and out of the wet heat. He felt Remus’s tongue slide up and down his length, swirling around the head when he pulled back. He muttered a lubricating and preparation spell, then reached behind him to plunge a finger deep into himself, over and over again.

Remus began to suck faster, and harder on Lucius’s cock, gliding his hand up the inside of the other’s thigh. He moaned around the length when he slipped one of his fingers into Lucius, alongside the blondes’. He felt Lucius’ body start to quiver before his throat was working on swallowing all of what Lucius gave him. His mouth left the softening cock, as he looked up at Lucius’ flushed face, before pulling him down onto the floor; turning him around in front of him. He knelt behind him and guided his rock-hard cock to the lubricated hole. He moaned as he slipped the head in, then slammed in fast and hard.

“Fuck! Yesss . . . more,” Lucius cried out, leaning down on his elbows, pushing back against the forceful thrusts.

“So tight,” Remus growled, gripping the blondes’ hips as he pistoned his hips forward. “Touch yourself Luc. I want to feel you grip my cock tight inside of you.”

“Mmm . . . gods . . . feels . . . so . . . fucking . . . good,” Lucius panted, stroking his cock in time with the maddening thrusts inside of him from behind.

Remus pulled Lucius’s upper body up, his arms braced across his chest, his fingers pinching the nipples. Lucius leaned his head back on Remus’s shoulder, his back arched, as he continued to push back against Remus’s frenzied thrusts. “Now . . . Luc. Cum for me now,” he hoarsely moaned by his lover’s ear.

Lucius pushed back hard onto Remus, his prostate hit again and again. His hand gripped Remus’s forearm as he cried out his lover’s name, his release leaving him breathless.

Remus pulled Lucius’s hips down, grinding up into him as he erupted deep inside. He wrapped his arms around Lucius’s waist and chest, holding him close, as they tried to steady their erratic breathing. He kissed the side of Lucius’s sweating neck. “I’ll miss you too, Luc,” he softly said by his ear.


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