Deserving (Final Chapter)

A/N
I have added a threesome warning that will hold till the end of my story (no matter what you read in the next three chapters). I was going to divide my story in two parts put have decided to plunge on. I also want to mention that I had all of this written before I started posting and now I have run out of my written work. I have not decided if I will start posting only once a week or take some time off to write the second part. I am going to aim for the first one; trying to post at least once a week. So on with our story.

Title: Deserving
Author: Moon of the Sea
Beta: Ellie perverted.intellectual@gmail.com I was a bad author again and added a whole section after she corrected all my blunders. Sorry.
Chapter 11

Harry didn’t stop to knock and saw himself in.

“Hermione, you can’t allow this!” he yelled as he walked in.

“Mr. Potter, I would appreciate it if you knocked before entering my office. May I remind you that my knowledge and expertise are no longer at your disposal? Please leave at once,” Said the witch with cool politeness. Harry could hear the grinding of her teeth.

“Hermione! Snape needs to feed my child; they can’t take him away!”

“Will you please stop yelling? I am aware that you child is still seven months away from being weaned; this is why my husband and I have applied for a marriage license.”

“Marriage license! You have been married for over a year. Remember I was there.”

“A triad, Mr. Potter, we want to bring the Professor into the safety of our marriage, but do not fret, we will allow him to feed the child.”

Harry could not put a thought together. What was Hermione on about? A triad! What? Could she do that?

“Hermione! You can’t be serious. You and Ron; Ron and You: end of story.”

“Mr. Potter, I will not repeat myself, you are to exit my office at once I do not wish to discuss our decisions with you,” she said with a stern face.

Harry understood that he would not gain sympathy from his former friend and left. He saw Mr. Single walking ahead of him in the hallway and moved to catch up with him.

“I need to see Snape.”

“Mr. Potter and how are you today?”

“Look, Single, I am not here for small talk. I need to speak to Severus Snape.”

“Yes, well you and a number of others. It seems Mr. Snape is very much in demand. I hear he has five requests already and he has only been hear half and hour.”

“Five requests of marriage?”

“It is the matter at hand, is it not Mr. Potter?”

“Who would want to marry Snape?”

“I have yet to read the petitions.”

“Mr. Single, I do not like to call in favors, but I did do the Wizarding World a favor and I am simply asking for one in return. My son needs Snape. He is yet to be weaned.”

“I would suggest a wet nurse then.”

“A what?”

“A wet nurse, Mr. Potter, when a birthing parent becomes ill or dies a wet nurse is called in to do the job.”

“And will that work?”

“Sometimes, but it is worth a shot. I am sure you do not want to end up married to a Death Eater and really Mr. Potter does it matter if the child of a death eater makes it or not? You are a young wizard…”

But he was stopped by the point of Harry’s wand digging into his throat.

“My son is mine and only mine. And YES Sir, he is well worth saving.”

Mr. Single’s eyes grew wide and he said, “Yes, of course, how foolish of me. UM… I do believe I can give you the name of some guides which have marked ones suckling their young.

***

Harry could not believe what he was seeing. It was only because the contract that he had in his hand stated that the thing in front of him was Pansy Parkinson that he believed it so. She was so thin and her hair had been shaved off, giving her an even harsher emaciated look. She wore a rag that was once an institutional green robe; something you wouldn’t catch one of Malfoy’s elves wearing. And the baby that crawled by her feet was older than Richard but he was half his weight.

“Do you want anything to eat?” he asked her but it seemed she did not dare answer.

Kreacher popped into the room with a bowl of broth and placed it in her hands. She timidly brought it up to her lips, half expecting someone to yank it out of her hands. She drank and drank and drank before she came up for air with a puzzled look on her face, but she soon understood that the elf had used his magic to refill the bowl. She brought it up to her lips again this time a little more at ease and when she brought the bowl down to her lap Kreacher gave her a piece of bread. She looked in disbelief towards Harry. He was not showing any emotions.

“Eat; you will need it if you are going to feed two.”

“Sir does this mean you will allow me to feed my child also?” she asked giving him a sideways glance as one does when expecting retribution.


“Of course you can feed your child.” He could not understand why she would even ask a question like that. Who would keep a child from nourishment? Even the Dursleys made sure he did not starve to death. “Kreacher, bring Richard down here,” he ordered still not showing any emotions, but his mind was whirling with doubt. Could this really work? Could he finally be rid of the greasy git? But at what price? Pansy seemed too fragile to stand, never mind feed two babies. Could she take care of Richard the way Severus did? Severus was a teacher and a Potions Master, it dawned on Harry that this was the perfect combination for a caregiver.


His thoughts were interrupted by Kreacher’s arrival with a giggling Richard in his arms. The baby on the floor looked up in amazement as if he had never heard the sound of a giggle. Pansy’s baby held on to her ragged tunic and pulled himself to a stand to get a better look at the new arrival. Harry was amazed to see him stand. How old was this baby? Richard looked so strong and robust next to this child. Harry was reminded of the stalk difference between Dudley and himself.

Kreacher placed Richard in Pansy’s arms. Richard smiled at the little baby that was looking up at him and giggled again. Pansy’s baby tried to make a similar sound but it wasn’t until his third try that an actual giggle emerged from his throat. Pansy cried to see her child giggle for the first time. Harry walked over to her and grabbed his baby out of her hands so she could cuddle her own child. No, this was definitely not going to work. Harry had nothing against Pansy and her suffering was digging deep into his soul. The contract in his hands went up in smoke. He would have to try to get Snape back here to feed and care for his child.

***

Harry entered the same little room were he had acquired Snape and found that someone had magic a huge bay window in the right wall. You could see a sunny day out in the streets of London. Snape was sitting in a chair next to the window.

“Richard?” he asked Harry with a plea.

“Kreacher,” shouted Harry and the elf appeared with baby in arms.

Kreacher did not wait to be told and handed Severus the baby at once. Severus put the baby to his nipple and sighed with relief. Richard was safe in his arms and feeding, for the present this brought unimaginable relief to the Potions Master. Harry was feeling the same sense of relief. He walked to the table where there were five scrolls. Four tied with blue ribbons and one with a red ribbon. Harry assumed that they were the requests, but the red ribbon had gained his curiosity. He reached for it and opened it. To his surprise it was a request from Dennis Creevy with the word ‘DENIED’ stamped across it. Dennis had filled a petition to marry Snape?

Once Harry was over the initial shock he realized that it was something the kid would do. That he was still out to save the world mocked Harry. But why had the kid been denied? His answer came at the end of the document. It seemed that Dennis was three month shy of his adulthood in the Wizarding World and therefore could not apply for a marriage license to a marked one.

Harry decided that if he had read the first one he ought to read the rest and undid the second scroll to find the petition from Hermione and Ron. What were they thinking? This was madness, sheer madness; fools. The third one was no surprise, Kingsley was also petitioning for a triad license. No doubt Draco had convinced Kingsley of doing so. Draco had Kingsley wrapped around his little finger. The forth petition was from Minerva. Harry had heard she was having a hard time replacing the greasy git. This would work out perfect for her. And the last of the pile was a petition by Neville.

What was Neville up to? Last he heard Neville had gone on a pilgrimage to heighten his magic. His Grands had made sure every one knew about it. She claimed that his powers had increased by ten fold. Harry had a taste of Longbottom’s power during their time in the academy. He had come in second in duelling; Longbottom claiming first place. This wasn’t the only thing Neville had beaten him out at; it seemed that the year that Neville spent protecting his fellow classmates from the Carrows had given him a cutting edge that was not there during his former years at Hogwarts. According to Neville’s Grands his time in India and China had taught her grandson ancient magic lost to the British Wizarding World. Harry had no idea what Neville had to gain by marring the likes of Snape.

His thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Neville himself, trailed by his house elf.

“Good day, Harry,” greeted Neville with a broad smile then he turned to where Severus was feeding Richard. He approached his ex-professor and knelt by his side. Neville was so tall he still saw eye to eye with the Potions Master. “May I?” asking permission to see the child; Severus nodded his consent. “Oh, Professor, he is beautiful.”

“He is mine,” announced the Chosen One.

Neville looked into Severus’ eyes trying to impart some kind of comfort.

“Professor, I assure you I am fighting to get all your rights back,” he said with a soft caress to Snape’s hand.

“Mr. Longbottom, I do remember your un-waiving determination. You did not make my time as headmaster an easy one,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

Neville smiled and hid his face. “Yes, well, about that... it wasn’t personal. I was really targeting the Carrows.”

“Never the less the damaged was done.”

“Come off it Professor, you know we made a brilliant team against them.”

Severus became fascinated by the shape of his child’s eyebrows. Neville understood that he had breached the line.

Harry felt the rage run through his body. They were going to coddle him. Make him into some kind of war hero. Maybe even a martyr and there was nothing Harry could do about it once Snape left his guidance. Harry weighted his options, his son needed the greasy git, and as hard as it was for him to admit it Snape was a good caregiver. He also had the nagging need to make Snape pay for all his crimes.

“Neville, I need to speak in private with the Death Eater; please leave.”

“You will NOT call him that. And CERTAINLY not in my presence,” bellowed the otherwise docile wizard.

“I am not going to argue with you.”

But Neville had stood up in front of Severus and had squared his shoulders and was ready for battle. Snape stood up and placed his free hand on Neville’s shoulders. “Please, Mr. Longbottom,” pleaded the nursing man.

Neville turned around and with a soothing voice said, “I will leave, but I am hopping you seriously consider my offer. I assure you, Professor, I only have your best interest at heart.”

Severus gave him a non-compromising smile and wished him farewell. Then he looked at his guide for the next event. Harry looked at his son, “Are you done feeding my child?” Severus simply nodded his consent.

“Kreacher,” called out the Guide and when the elf showed up he instructed him to take the child to the safety of his home. The little elf turned to Severus and Harry had the nagging feeling that he would not take the child away without Severus’s compliance. Kreacher must have received some kind of signal from the Marked One because he took the baby and popped out.

Harry looked out of the fake window with interest. Severus could not understand why, surely the kid knew it was as bogus as leprechaun gold.

“I have seen you with my child. You do a pretty decent job of providing for him and if I didn’t know any better I would even think you might have feelings for him. We all know that you Death Eaters have no feeling but for yourselves, so let’s nix that last part.”

Severus wanted to yell, to scream, to argue that Richard was his child, his blood; of course he loved him. But he knew it was useless.

As if reading Severus’ mind, “Do you Snape? Do you have no feelings for a child that you carried within you for nine months?”

Severus took a deep breath and bowed his head, “Sir, I would give my life for Richard,” said Severus raising his eyes to meet Harry’s in an attempt to back his words.

Harry stood there quiet for a long while and Severus was feeling more and more uneasy with every tick of the clock. Finally the boy broke his silence.

“Would you like to stay with Richard?”

Severus eyes grew wider and he walked towards Harry, grabbed his hand and kissed it. “Yes, Sir, please, Sir.”

“You do understand we will have to get married?”

Severus simply nodded his understanding. His mind told him that he could leave; safe himself but his heart said his place was with Richard.

“There is a condition to my marrying the likes of you.”

Severus took a deep breath; of course there was a condition. “A condition, Sir?”

“Yes, you will have to give me two more children.”

Severus contracted in horror. “Sir, I do not believe I could go through that again.”

“So as I thought, not quite ready to give your life for the child that you nurse every day.”

Severus couldn’t believe his lack of options and even when he knew the answer he tried, “Will I be able to take the birthing potions?”

“NO! Both will be conceived and born the same way Richard was: in pain.”

“Why?”

“Why? Do you really have to ask why? One for each one of the love ones you took from me. I am being pretty lenient don’t you think? I am giving you credit for my mum’s death, but you will have to repay my dad, Sirius and Dumbledore’s death.”

So that was Potter’s condition; a life for a life. Severus squared his shoulders and reminded himself that he had decided that he would pay for his crimes; no matter the price. He might not be able to see Richard grow up if he died during birth but at least his son would know that he did all that he could to stay by his side. How easy would it be to pick any of the offers on the table, but no, he knew he had only one option: Richard.

“So what will it be, the easy road or payback?”

“Till what age will you allow me to stay with my child and future children?”

Harry had not thought this through; he had no idea how to answer this.

“How soon can you get pregnant again?”

Severus could see how Harry was calculating.

“Not until Richard is two?”

“Two! Why such a long time in-between?”

“Sir, there is nothing to be done about it. A wizard’s body will simply not conceive before the two years have passed since the previous birth.”

Harry considered the information, “So that means that Richard will be six by the time the youngest is weened.”

“Five,” corrected the professor.

“Yes, well, it’s not like I would be able to take you away from Richard without hurting him. And it wouldn’t be fair to the younger children that Richard gets to have his father and they don’t. I guess that you have proven to be capable of caring for them. I mean I haven’t forgotten how you knew exactly what to do when he had that fever.”

What was Harry saying; the kid was rambling on and on and not making much sense. Was he actually admitting to Severus’ ability as a parent?

“Look we are getting married because we obviously care about Richard so if you are willing to commit to his happiness, I will never throw you out of the house. You will be my children’s father and therefore have a guaranteed place in the house.”

“Does that mean I no longer have to whore myself?”

“YES YOU DO!” said Harry with an angered face.

Severus closed his eyes. He did not think his question merited that harsh response.

“Do not forget, the main reason I am marring you is so you do not escape your punishment. You will be my whore as long as you live under my roof.”

Severus bowed his head and was about to give in when another question came to mind. “Will my children know I am your whore?”

“What!?” Harry was taken back by the question. What kind of monster did Snape believe him to be? First Pansy’s absurd question and now Snape’s. Since when was he the bad guy? “Look, you will not have to carry your whoring money on your sash. I don’t want the children asking about it. You can keep it in a drawer or where ever you think prudent. I think this is fair enough, don’t you?”

Somehow Severus had gained bargaining power, and he was about to take as much advantage of it as possible.

“You are very fast to call me ‘Death Eater.’ Will you be calling me that in front of the children?”

This question wasn’t as offensive as the other. Harry had to admit that the words came way too easy to his lips. He also had to admit that it would not do in front of his children. He wanted them to grow up happy and secure.

“No, Snape, in the best interest of my children, I will not be calling you a Death Eater in front of my children.”

Severus understood that this was the time to ask all of his questions and try to negotiate a better life for himself. There was no doubt in his mind that there was only one possible answer to the proposition.

“How about punishment?” he asked not lifting his eyes.

“What about it?” asked the confused Gryffindor.

“Will the children ever see or hear you punishing me?”

Harry had to consider this. He knew he would never punish Snape in front of the children but he knew that Snape wanted to hear more than that. He wanted to hear that there would be no more punishments. He thought back at the last time he had hit Snape. He had lost control. He did not want that to happen again. His children would not be babies forever and if they were half as smart as their birthing father they would figure out the abuse and hate him. No, his children would never have a reason to point a finger at him but he wasn’t about to tell Snape this. He knew the man would take advantage of his righteousness.

“No, Snape, never in front of the children.”

He looked at the Marked One to see if he had any more questions and when none came it was his turn to ask a question. “So what will it be Snape?”

Severus bowed his head and simply said, “Richard.”