The Lord of The Fae

CHAPTER ONE: Beta read this time. Thanks to the lovely Melissa!!!! Whom I worship. *does bow of reverance*

Severus Snape knew one thing in life for certain. That absolutely nothing in life is for certain. It could be said for certain that Harry Potter hated Voldemort and was destined to destroy him or die trying. It could be said for certain that he had loved one woman and only one woman and that she had destroyed there love with one volatile act. It could also be assumed for certain that Potter and Malfoy would hate each other for eternity because of past differences and their choices in allegiance.

It had to be certain that because Sirius Black had befriended one James Potter and had ruined whatever chance at love Snape had ever had, that he would loath Black for all eternity, that Snape had danced a jig in his rooms when returning to Hogwarts after the mans death. The same way you were certain that when you got up the sun would be shining and that Father Clause wasn’t real and that the Fae were merely legend.

As it turned out, none of those things were certain, Snape thought to himself as he stared at the black dog dripping water on his clean floor. He was big, shaggy and lean boned, a rather handsome dog if it hadn’t been for an alarming new development. The fact that he had just watched his dog change from dog to man and back again was rather alarming.

On the night of Blacks death, Snape had not danced in his room and praised fortune for finally giving Sirius Black what was coming to him. Surprising to even himself, he had felt oddly desolate. As if he had lost something that he had only just begun to touch. Like looking forward to a holiday in Paris only to learn that it had been canceled at the last moment.

"Black?" He whispered hoarsely staring at his dog. The dog he had raised from a puppy stared at him with frankly too intelligent eyes and cocked his head. He would know that insolent smirk anywhere. It had haunted his years at Hogwarts and ruined his chances with Narcissa. Not that he, a filthy and poor Half Blood had ever stood a chance with that Slytherin Princess.

He shoved aside his bitter thoughts and instead concentrated on his dog. On a night when he should have been toasting whatever God stuck his fancy and dancing in his socks. He had returned to Hogwarts angrier and more dissatisfied with life then ever. His living quarters where in the dungeons and it had begun to rain and storm, seemingly to match his mood.

The first thing he noticed upon entering his room was that the high and tiny window that was built level to the ground the shutters had blown open and rain was wetting his things. Then he had heard the whining. He had discovered the tiny black puppy huddled beneath his bed pallet rain soaked and seemingly too weak to draw breathe.

What possessed him to save the little wretch he couldn’t fathom, he was hardly sentimental. But something about the tiny body snuggling into his hand whimpering, begging him for life had struck a hidden cord in him. "Black" he had whispered the only name that he could think of. And it fit the puppies coal black fur, it was blacker then the night outside. He refused to think there was any other reason why that name had popped into his head.

He had nursed the pup, carefully and secretly of course. Death Eaters didn’t tenderly nurse puppies; the sight would have sent Voldemort into a fit of hilarity before he ended Snape’s life out of sheer pity if anything else. Black had grown into a rambunctious and playful dog, with some rather bad habits.

Black thought it was funny to hide Snape’s things and to chew up important papers. He would toss Snape an almost human look of amusement when he threatened to get rid of him. Then he would snuggle up next to him. By that time he had grown out of his puppy habit of gnawing on Snape’s hand with toothless gums.

Black had become his most faithful and only real friend. Black had even saved his life once, warning him when a Death Eater had been following him, even chasing off a would be assassin. Uncanny intelligence and his pension for practical jokes, Black had always been like any other dog never once acting in any way that was too odd.

So imagine his shock to come home to his tiny house and discover his faithful dog was gone. Dealing with worry and trying not to feel pain over a dog running away, he wasn’t a child after all, he hadn’t expected his door to slam open and Sirius Black to stride in.

After all that particular man was dead. He hadn’t expected Black to smile at him wanly shudder and slowly change into his dog right in front of his eyes, and to lay there panting a wound in his side.

"How can this be possible? You died. I saw you die, we were all there." Snape asked breathless with shock, and slightly angry. He hated Sirius, Sirius was responsible for so much pain in his life. He was angry because he couldn’t find it in him to be horrified that his enemy was alive. Instead he felt, relief.

Slowly as if it hurt to do so the dog changed to man once again. And it wasn’t the man Snape remembered. Years in Azkaban had left Black’s face sunken and wasted, a brand almost worse then Potter’s scar. His frame had been boney and he had been ghostly pale the last time Severus had ever laid eyes on him.

The man lying on his floor was just as tall but lean with muscle and tanned with sun and good health. There was nothing sunken or wasted about his features in fact; he looked as he did during there school days, when the girls had flocked to his beck and call. With a noticeable ageing of course.

He lay there black eyes twinkling up at Severus with a slight wince of pain he replied, "That’s the thing about Death, never certain when it’s going to get you or pass you bye. You want to get me a healing potion Snivels or just watch me bleed to death on your floor."

At that remark Snape finally felt the rage he should have felt, on learning Black was alive.

"I should let you bleed to death, Black. I shouldn’t be surprised though, you cheated on everything else, why not death too," he sneered at the younger man. With a start he realized that Black was younger, he looked to be some where in his mid twenties. More like he had on the night he was sent to Azkaban then the night he had died.

"Ahh, but you wont let me lie here will you. ‘Cause one, you want like hell to know how I did it, and two because I've been such a good dog haven’t I master," Siruis stated matter of factually. A thrill of sensation went up Snape's spine, did Black just call him "Master". He could have choked on his own tongue.

He must have heard wrong, there was no way in hell Black would ever call him that. But he had, Snape was sure of it, and why did that thought send heat pooling through his blood. Black was staring at him with a slow rather sexy grin.

"Yeah you heard right, bad habit of being a Dog you know. Wasn’t my time to die, there were too many things I had to do, too many things out of life I still wanted. Harry fighting Dark Lords and all, thought he might need me around to help," Siruis grind wolfishly.

Snape glared at him forcing his mind to obey his steely will. Black was definitely off limits. For one; he was his enemy and responsible for his current state of miserable being and Two; Severus wasn’t gay. He had nothing against them, many Death Eaters could care less whom they fucked, whether it was male, female or both at once. Severus had simply just never found another male attractive. Until now, his unruly mind whispered.

"How did you do it Black?" He snapped, realizing he was more impatient with himself then with Black. Black had always been lazy insolent and arrogant. His behavior now was no different.

Black gave him a mocking glance, and gestured to his bleeding thigh. There was a gash on his thigh snaking from the upper part of his torso down across his inner thigh to his knee. A rivulet of blood was leaking down his smooth tanned skin. There shouldn’t be anything remotely attractive to that sight but he found he wanted nothing better then to lap it up, to lick that smooth velvety looking skin clean with his tongue and see how Black reacted.

With a firm shake of his head and a blast of rage, again more at himself then Black, he flipped his wand and magically closed the wound. Black nodded in thanks. "Thanks Master, that was actually getting a little annoying, don’t you know."

"BLACK" Snape growled warningly. To which Siruis gave him a bored and slightly amused smile.

"Alright Snape, keep your knickers on. Or better yet take them off. I've chewed on those, they taste rather nice you know." Siruis said a wicked gleam entering his eyes. If you had asked him just hours before if he thought he was capable of blushing he would have told you it was a certain no. He would have been dead wrong.

At the sight of his masters red face Siruis felt a giddy pleasure enter his blood stream. His body was swirling with heat, his fangs threatening to burst forth in his mouth. He had sold his soul for life, intertwining it with that of his dog counter part. He was more animal then human now, but that didn’t bother him in the least.

"But your interested in how I’m laying here, nude, in front of you aren’t you Snivelous?" Better to get him mad and fired up then flustered, he thought better when he was cold and cynical. He looked delectable either way.

"The moment I heard Harry was at the Ministry, I knew there was a chance I might not come out of there alive. I was too raw, too reckless and in some ways, I know myself better then anyone. You and Narcissa are the only people who know, I heard her the night she told you why the Black family was so powerful and so wealthy. Never thought someone would tell you that the Fae aren’t little sprites hopping around in fairy tales." Wasn’t that the truth, Siruis had been shocked and mystified the first time he'd learned it from his own mother.

"They’re real breathing powerful beings who long ago withdrew from this world. Well most of them did anyway, some left their seedlings alive and kicking. You were so shocked to learn Narcissa and I had Fae blood weren’t you. Nearly wet your pants learning there was an entity stronger then wizards." Siruis said with a mocking sneer. Allot of his old bitterness toward Snape was still present in his new form. His old obsession for wanting to strip the man naked and screw him silly was still present but magnified with animal hunger.

Now that had been a well guarded secret, not even Remus, his first lover, had known that all along he hated himself for wanting Snape more then he had ever hated Severus himself. It was kind of disconcerting wanting to mess with his head, wanting to see him frustrated and angry and also wanting the man to lean over and pet him, right between the ears where he liked it. Or down his back against his fur so that thrills of sensation went up and down his spine.

Snape looked like he'd rather knife then pet him at the moment though, as he snidely replied, "Yes and I couldn’t believe you had magic pouring out your fingertips and you were going to let it go to waist. You could have been the top student in our year. You could have rivaled even the Dark Lord at that age but you were too damn lazy to do anything with the power."

Siruis nodded, that had been true. He hadn’t cared much about power or the Fae blood in his veins. It had actually bored him, because of it everything came easily to him. He was probably the only child Animagus in the world, the best in potions, and the best in charms. Without even lifting a finger. So he had stopped trying. Often slacking off in his homework, and rarely even showing up for some classes.

He had received D's in some exams and homework assignments because he simply had stopped caring not because of lack of skill. James had often been the same way. And he didn’t like Severus looking down that birdlike nose at him. He could nip that nose with his teeth and watch the man shiver and then who would be looking down at whom. Actually, Snape refused to look directly at him as if his nudity bothered him. Siruis bit back a grin.

"Always thinking like a Slytherin aren’t your Snively. Some of us think power and ambition aren’t the only things in life worth getting. Don’t mistake me, I could have fleeced anyone at that school had I wanted to. I could have given Bellatrix exactly what she deserved that night."

Snape felt the familiar flurry of fury and indignation he felt ever time Black opened his mouth. But he also noticed that Black had turned sad his eyes woebegone and glistening. He looked so much like a damn puppy dog it was disgusting. And erotic. His mind whispered. So distracted with thoughts of rubbing away all of Black’s sadness was he that when Black spoke again he jumped in his seat.

"But I never wanted Power. I never wanted what my parents wanted. I wanted to have fun, to enjoy a summer day with the man of my choosing. Surprise you Severus? Didn’t think my taste ran that way? All the girls at Hogwarts wouldn’t leave me alone. James used to get a kick out of that, Remus did to actually. He used to laugh and say we should give them a show. Remus and I were lovers once. James’ death ruined that, of course." Siruis watched as shock and something else played on Snape’s face. Something close to anger.

"I wanted the exact opposite of my family on everything it seems. I've never been stupid though, I know what power runs in my blood and how to use it. Despite what you thought, I did study the Fae, extensively even."

Now Severus was surprised. Siruis tossed him another mocking glance and continued, “I discovered something called Connective Rebirth. A fairy could, at the point of death, separate its soul from its dieing body, connecting it with another form. Now, a full fledged Fae, by the time of adult hood, would have already become many different creatures from any of their respective Kingdoms. Being only half Fae as I was and mortal at that, I have only been one other form. A dog." When Snape nodded in understanding Sirius continued.

"I had no idea if it would work; I was only half Fae and mortal. The action alone could kill me, but when the moment came I knew I was going to die anyway. So I tried it. In short I abandoned my earthly body and became the only other body I’ve ever possessed. A dog. Since it’s a rebirth I have become a sort of symbiotic. Half Dog Half man. I can become Human, as you can well see but the nature of the animal will forever be branded in me."

Snape’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I have fangs even while in Human form. I can be human, but not permanently, probably only for a couple days at a time. I'll need to return to my dog form at points. Which is really fine with me as my new nature seems to prefer it that way. I can eat vegetables but prefer meat, even raw meat would not repulse me. I like to be scratched on my belly. I've been known to chew on socks and your underwear. If you threw a stick I might be tempted to chase after it. Get the point Snape?" Siruis asked rather mockingly.

Snape sneered back at him, "So you've actually done it this time. You've become a dog! Will you whine at the door when you have to piss then Siruis?"

Siruis could have hit him, when in human body he was human after all. Just animalistic in his nature. "Actually, no. I would simply go into the bathroom and piss like any other man. Want me to explain how that works too, Snively? You unbutton your fly and draw out your cock and aim." Snape did not appear amused but he did fidget in his chair as if he wasn’t quit so comfortable. Then his eyes flicked downward finally glancing at Siruis body.

Siruis felt like howling in satisfaction at the look of stunned shock that registered on the older males face. Siruis leaned forward so that they where eye to eye. "There’re other benefits to being a dog. When a dog gets aroused, he doesn’t have human thoughts to get in his way. He fevers and he wants so he just takes," Siruis let one hand splay over his naked chest.

"You've raised me from a puppy. We dogs are devoted to our masters. We’re loving, you can practically do no wrong. We can also be taught some tricks." He let his fingers caress his chest muscles and watched Snape’s eyes watching his fingers. He slowly licked his lips, his own body was going into a fever pitch. He could feel his erection swelling and then Snape was watching that.

Then Snape seemed to snap out of it, he glared at Black as if the man had been caught shoving a love potion down his throat. He gave Siruis a sneer.

"Your such a dog, Black."

Siruis laughed, his sides aching with it.

"That’s the point I’ve been trying to make. Your not too upset it was your doorstep my new body landed on, are you master?" Siruis looked up at him pleadingly. He was only partly disgusted with the pleading tone in his voice. He couldn’t stand it if Snape was angry with him or tossed him out. Snape had raised him. Lovingly, almost tenderly in his own gruff snappish sort of way.

"Upset because my dog turns out to be my worst enemy?! Now why would that upset me!" Snape sneered. Siruis felt a stab of pain in his chest. If he had still had a tail, it would have ceased wagging to hang dejected between his legs. His head dipped and Snape noticed his eyes took on that woeful puppy dog sheen. This was too damn much, he looked so dejected like a whipped dog...

"Look Siruis, if your going to cry about it you were a good dog, believe it or not. Why couldn’t you have just stayed that way?" Snape asked his voice almost wishful. Why couldn’t Siruis had just stayed his loyal, if irksome, pooch. Why did he have to blow away Snape’s world. And he had a feeling the man wasn’t done. For three years Siruis had never felt the need to go into a human form. Tonight he had not only done that but had left and someone had hurt him.

He glanced down to Sirius’s open leg, where the blood that had leaked from the wound had begun to dry. He was really a stunning sight, all long and smooth and big. It was all he could do not to lick his lips at the sight of the mans rod and his bloody thighs. He really was turning into a sick and jaded bastard. Too much time spent with Death Eaters.

"Because I sensed another Fae presence tonight, because 18 years ago Narcissa Malfoy came to you in a panic clutching her baby boy. She begged you to tell her what was wrong with him. You discovered like her he is of The Fae, but much, much stronger. Because his entire life, you have protected and monitored Draco Malfoy, trying to figure out why a bloodline so weak in his mother would seem to triple in him. And Because you loved his mother, you tried to protect him, in the end killing a friend and mentor, causing the light side to never trust you again. Because Draco struck out on his own two years ago and I felt him nearby for the first time tonight," Snape winced thinking of what one promise, one unbreakable vow had cost him as Black continued.

"He's stronger then ever, his power seems to have doubled since he left. He is confused, frightened and can’t control it. You care for him like a son of your own and want him safe and whole. What you want I can only try to give you master, it is in my making. And I know exactly what he is and you master want to know that above all things."

Snape stared at Siruis and Siruis stared back. He looked so earnest and seeking right then, as if he was waiting for Snape to smile and gush "good boy". He was right he did want Draco safe and sound, and he had always wanted to figure out what exactly Draco was. But at the moment it wasn’t at all what he wanted most. Staring at the young man before him, he knew for certain what he wanted most. And it disgusted him.