How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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The roar of the bikes screaming down Interstate 90 was deafening, and that was with the ear protection Grant had insisted Harry use before they left. The sight of the pack of motorcycles was enough to draw many residents of the town out to watch as they roared past.
Harry waved at the small children that stood by the side of the road and then snuggled back in against Severus’ back. Trying to breathe deeply, he caught the scent of his mate’s freshly washed hair, his aftershave and of the unique scent that was just Sev. Once outside of the town, Harry lifted his face to the blue sky overhead and let the sun beat down on him, feeling the warmth, strength, and magic that had captivated the Plains Indians not so many years before. This was truly a blessed land.
The time passed quickly as they rolled through the state, chrome and steel winking and glinting in the hot August sunshine the highway stretched out before them as a shimmering ribbon of grey.
Other motorists looking at the passing group in a mixture of emotions that flitted across their faces; fear, longing; pride; admiration; sheer joy or sheer indifference, it didn’t really matter, for everyone that the pack of bikers passed by that day did feel something and many of them were lucky enough to get a wave from a small, shy, black haired, green eyed man that was riding bitch behind his soon to be husband.
Those people that received that wave and happy grin that went along with it simply couldn’t help lifting a hand in return, a smile gracing their own faces as they went on about their drive.
That was one little biker that did not strike terror in the hearts of old women and law enforcement.
By mid way through the ride, the pack was over five hundred strong, new and old bikers joining up as they passed smaller towns and motorway on ramps, the noise was a palpable thing. It was a roiling mass of counterculture and it was only growing stronger with each passing mile, each additional Shovelhead, chopper, Electra Glide, trike, Sportster, Flathead, each one brought a bit of dangerous, barely controlled vitality to the whole. It was glorious in its existence.
The small group from West Virginia could feel their own power growing as they were joined by others. They knew that they were not the only wizards and witches that attended. Something about the power of the land itself tended to draw wizarding folk like a magnet; the pull was hard, like one of a babe seeking the nipple. It was nourishment in the basest form for those with power in their souls. They looked forward to seeing old friends and making new ones. There would be a Gathering of some of the older generation that year, up in the hills far from prying eyes.
Severus could feel his own magic running electric through his body, he loved it here, rarely did he ever feel so alive, so in tune with the world around him. The magic here was different, so much older, it was primal in its nature, and it grabbed you by the cojones and hung on for the ride.
He had always gone home each year a little stronger than when he’d arrived, the thought of what this would do to Harry’s power was enough to make the older man’s mouth go suddenly dry. Well life with his Harry and however many children he could manage to plant in the younger man’s belly would definitely be interesting.
Severus rode on, a huge smile gracing his face, transforming him even further from the dour, snarky, greasy bastard he was at Hogwarts, Dumbledore would not know this man now. Severus thought that that fact was a very good one, if the Headmaster didn’t know this side of him existed, then he would never be able to pervert for his own uses. Severus was safe here. He’d miss his Slytherins, but he knew he’d get over it, they’d be fine without him. He’d done his bit to keep too many from going to the side of Voldemort.
Just outside of Tilford, Severus pulled the big bike over to the shoulder long enough to pull Harry around to sit in front of him. He wanted the younger man to see everything as they rolled into town, he wanted to imprint this on Harry’s memories. Harry placed his legs and feet as Severus instructed and leaned back against the strong chest, his hands resting on the other man’s thighs. He turned his head enough to smile up at his love and was rewarded with a smile in return.
As they rejoined their group, Harry noticed that Allie and Jamie were also riding in the same manner. He smiled at both of them and then looked around in wonder at everything. There were so many people on bikes. Motorcycles were all he could see on the road. He’d never seen anything like it in his life, and then they rounded the curve that led to the main drag in Sturgis and his eyes opened wide, his fingers clutched at Sev’s thighs, and his breath caught in his throat.
So many people were milling about; the sea of humanity was pulsing with noise and life as they drew closer, Harry’s nerves tingling as the felt rushes of power tickling along his. Oh Merlin he thought, where had all these people been when he’d gone against the Dark Lord, there wouldn’t have been a battle at all, the crowd could have simply blinked the hemorrhoid of the British wizarding world out of existence.
He could feel, rather than hear the rumble of amusement in Severus’ chest as the older man sensed his reaction to everything. Severus tooled the big bike slowly down the street until he found a place to shut it down.