The After Effect

Authors Note: Please be informed that I have not read Deathly Hallows, nor will I ever. I am in protest of it. You don’t kill Snape, I won’t hear of it and if you think for one second that a mere snake bite would kill Severus you are wrong as well. The venom in Severus’ blood would null any poison attack. Gosh people, you should know that. So while some of this may be in canon, a lot of it won’t be, why? Because in my reality, everything happens to make me happy. If you liked strictly to the book fanfiction why don’t you try rereading the book.
So with all that outta the way, let us carry on.

This chapter is more to catch you up, think of it more as a history this is what happened to this is where we are now. Harry is twenty-four, and Severus is forty-three. Severus' birthday is now November 2nd, sorry but that man is a Scorpio through and through. Hermione and Ron are NOT together... Lets repeat NOT together.

Umm...I think everything else will be explained in this chapter. Have any questions leave a review and I will get back to you. Please keep this note, I have a horrid time finishing stories... I have a story on here that needs two chapters to finish it and I am having a 'ell of a time writing them... So you have been warned.


After the war had ended he should have felt free, felt as if he now had the world to do as he pleased. The Light had won, spectacularly. In a moment of total selflessness Harry had walked to face his death, died, and been brought back. Many friends had died, as did many a foe. Hogwarts had been left standing like a shining light through the darkness, and when the sun rose over the land everyone let out a sigh of release, it was over, the sun still shined, and they had won.

They had lost a lot of good people. Hagrid died shielding Hermione from a deadly curse. Charley had died throwing himself along with Fenrir into a burning building killing them both. Tonks died somewhere in the foray of battle her death nearly crippled Remus sending him into a downward spiral of depression. But so many people had lived; Hermione, Ron, Neville, Kingsley, Mad-Eye, and Snape had even managed to survive although in the beginning it looked like they would lose him too. Nagini had bitten him sending her venom into his blood, weak from the poison Snape waited to die, but luck was against him. Draco Malfoy, who had turned to Snape looking to get out from under the thumb of his father and a mad man, had apparated Snape back to his own personal flat in Ireland and placed Snape into a magical coma, freezing him. As soon as the fighting finished Malfoy along with Hermione worked for a month to figure out an antidote, and took another two to brew it. Snape had lived.

As soon as the war ended Harry had thrown himself recklessly into any mission he could get his hands on, no matter if it was hunting down runaway Death Eaters or rebuilding homes. If it was physical labor Harry did it. For a year he ran himself into the preverbal dirt not talking to anybody if he didn’t have to. Hermione and Ron came to see him once a week, Hermione always took his vitals made sure he was alive. Then people stopped giving him jobs telling him to go home, to rest, he had worked so hard he needed a break.

Harry hadn’t wanted a break; he didn’t know what to do with a break. Never in his life had he ever had one moment to do anything he wanted to do, to even think about what he wanted to do. At first he sat home and slept, for hours each day waking up to drink water, eat a little food and use the bathroom before going back to sleep. Then he sat home doing nothing but sitting there. He started cleaning, organizing, buying furniture and made his house a home. He started small, buying a chair, then a table, it took him more than six months to get furniture into every room in the house. He didn’t like shopping, didn’t like the crowds, the choices, the stress.

Finally Hermione and Ron figuring Harry had, had enough alone time started pushing Harry to do things. They figured there was something wrong with Harry when he didn’t want to leave the house, didn’t want to do anything. So they started small having dinner every other night over at Harry’s and then had started having dinner over at the twins and then finally over at the Burrow. They took Harry out to Muggle London where people didn’t know him, took him to small places. They understood Harry didn’t like crowds, didn’t like being looked at as if he was an oddity. Small choices were hard for him, decided if he would rather have the green or black shirt caused him anxiety. They knew Harry had been abused as a younger child but didn’t realize the lasting effect it had until after the war. It took patients and love but after three years Harry was a functioning adult with his whole life ahead of him.

He knew he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do, knew he could do anything he wanted, have anything he wanted, and be anything he wanted. He knew it and he was stronger for it, but deep inside he knew that he wanted something more. Wanted it so bad it made him hurt inside.

About two years and a half years ago Harry had shown Arthur a computer, taught him about it, and a month later built a version (with Hermione’s help of course) for the magical world. It sold like wildfire, in a year there was one in almost every home. They had made it like the floo network, everything was connected through magick but had created a pocket where information could be stored on the Interfloo. They had taken the basic muggle computer design and made it magical, it was surprisingly easy. Once they built it Hermione went to Draco (they had an easy friendship since the end of the war) and talked to him about it, Draco and Harry funded it, and made double what they put into it. The Weasley’s had received a quarter on all sells along with Hermione allowing them to build onto their home.

Harry had turned to his Wizarding Computer for information. He couldn’t stand this need inside him, he wanted somebody to love him he knew that. He hadn’t dated anyone since that disaster of a kiss in Hogwarts. He knew from the video’s he watched that women didn’t interest him. By accident he had discovered another thing about himself. One night while renting movies from a muggle video store he put in one of the videos and the scene on the screen made him stare transfixed. There was a man clad in nothing more than a pair of leather shorts kneeling with his hands cuffed behind his back, another man had both of his hands in the kneeling mans hair and was jerking himself in and out of the pliant mouth whispering the most degrading and lust filled words Harry had ever heard. Harry had stared watching the scene unfold feeling himself get hard, finally he had snapped to and turned the video off and sat on the floor. He swore he was going to take it back the next day, but later that evening he found himself watching the rest. For the next month Harry had been reading and watching everything he could related to BDSM, and found that, that was what he wanted.

So he sat in front of his Wizarding Computer looking around a beautifully done sight for the Wizarding BDSM community. He shook his head thinking that it only took people a year and a half and they already had sights dedicated to this sort of thing on the Interfloo, not that he was complaining. At the bottom of the page he saw a little button that said Chat, he felt his insides go fluttery. He clicked it wondering if anybody would be there, so far it had only been him with his fantasies he had never talked to another person about it. A pop-up came up asking for a username. Harry smiled for a moment before putting in Shepo.

Shepo enters the room

MistressWillow: Welcome Shepo.

SirAlexander: Shepo, welcome.

Shepo: Thank you, Mistress, Sir.

MistressWillow: Interesting name, Russian isn’t it? It means whisper if I am not mistaken.

Shepo: Yes ma’am it is.

MistressWillow: Are you a sub or a dom Shepo?

Shepo: Um, a sub Ma’am.

MistressWillow: Do you have a preference?

Shepo: To what Ma’am?

MistressWillow: Men or women, pet.

SirAlexander: Willow back off the poor boy, you are going to chase him off before we even have a chance to talk to him.

MistressWillow: I don’t want you talkin’ to him, you’ll swoop him off his feet before any of us have a chance.

SirAlexander: -Chuckles- You still there Shepo?

Shepo: Yes Sir.

SirAlexander: Don’t listen to a word that woman says, she has a sub already, don’t let her fool you.

Shepo: Um, okay.. I mean yes… Sir. Oh lord. –Blushes-

MistressWillow: Oh well now that I see how unloved I am, I am going to go to my sub who loves me.

SirAlexander: Tell him I said hello and that I can’t wait till next weekend.

MistressWillow: Will do, nice meeting you Shepo.

Shepo: You too Ma’am.

Harry shifted nervously in his seat, he didn’t know what to say or do. He sat with his fingers poised over the keys waiting for the other man to say something.

SirAlexander: You never did answer that question.

Shepo: Men Sir, sorry Sir.

SirAlexander: That is alright. Do you have a dom?

Shepo: No sir.

SirAlexander: Are you new to this?

Shepo: Yes Sir.

Harry spent the rest of the night chatting the computer with a wizard who called himself SirAlexander, and then the next night and every night after that for two weeks. Harry now rushed home every time he left to check to see if he had any new messages. He spent his days learning new things and his nights having everything explained to him by a man he didn’t even know the name of. They had talked about things and a few days ago they had become more intimate in their communication.

Opening his IF mail he let out a tiny sigh when he saw he had a new message.

Shepo,

Tonight I want you to get a full length mirror (charm one if need be) and strip down naked in front of it. I want you to spend the evening touching and pleasuring yourself. Discover your body and watch yourself in the mirror. You will stand the whole time your feet shoulder length apart your and your eyes open. You will touch yourself for at least two hours before you get on the computer, you are not allowed to come. I want you on the computer and signed in at nine pm. Do not be late.

Sir Alexander.

Harry felt his body flush as he read the instructions over again and again. He felt his cock stir and his body flush. These were his first instructions and he could already feel the affect of them before he had even started. He knew right there that this was what he wanted, he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.


~Das~

I know short, but next one will be longer. Cross my heart.