MINE

NOTE: Special thanks to Strife for beta-ing. Although I end up changing some of the text while I read over it, I do appreciate the help.

Chapter Fifteen


Harry slowly roused himself awake, his body pressed against Severus’s side. He leant up on his one elbow and enjoyed this rare moment of gazing upon his mate as he slept. His hand lightly skimmed down Severus’s chest and stomach, following the dark trail of hair down to the navel, to the part of him that brought him so much pleasure. He slowly, but carefully, disentangled himself from Severus’s arms to kneel between his legs. He looked up to see that Severus was still asleep, then slipped his hand under the softened cock. He had only done this once before to Severus, but was never given the opportunity to finish. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on the warm flesh, tentatively brushing his tongue up the length, to swirl around the head. He closed his eyes, thinking back to how he himself enjoyed Severus’s mouth on him. As the cock slowly began to harden, he loosely gripped the base, to swirl his tongue around the head again, humming quietly to himself when he could taste more of his mate.

Severus slowly opened his eyes, missing the warmth at his side, but feeling a warm breath on his cock. He looked down and he felt himself harden even more as he watched Harry’s lips and tongue move up and down on his length, the eyes closed, as the sweet torture continued. He reached down to put his hand over Harry’s on his cock, slowly moving it up and down.

Harry looked up when he felt Severus’s hand on his, then swiped his tongue against the dripping head. “All right?” Harry huskily asked, his warm breath against the sensitized head making it twitch in their hands. “I know how much I like you doing this to me,” he added as he licked the drop of pre-cum off the tip.

“If feels . . . ohgods,” Severus began, then thrust his hips up when Harry slipped the head of his cock in his mouth, “so good,” he moaned.

Harry moaned around Severus’s cock as he took him deeper, his tongue tasting everywhere it could reach. He reached down to stroke his own erection as his mouth slid up and down the hard length, his magic building inside of him, as the heavy scent of his mate’s arousal was feeding the creature within.

Severus held back the urge to thrust up into the wet heat, his orgasm reaching its peak as he watched Harry’s hand stroke himself, and his cock disappear between wet lips. “Harry . . . I’m . . . going to . . . gods . . . not . . . going . . . to last,” he panted.

Harry eased back a bit, his tongue swirling wantonly around the leaking head, the fingers tangled into the back of his hair urging him to take more. He reached lower to cup Severus’ sac, massaging the tightening skin, until he felt Severus’s body stiffen, then greedily swallowed all of his mate’s essence. He moaned around the shaft as he swallowed, his own cock pulsing in his hand as he coated his fingers, and the sheets beneath him, with his cum.

Severus pulled Harry up against him as he shifted onto his side, holding him close. “I love you Harry,” he softly said against Harry’s lips before claiming a kiss.

“Love you too, Sev,” Harry whispered, returning the tender kiss. “Was it okay? I’ve been wanting to taste you for a while now. Last time you never let me finish. I know I like it, so I just did what you did to me. I loved the way you tasted Sev. I’m going to have . . . ” Harry rambled.

Severus placed his fingers on Harry’s lips to stop the chatter, smirking at the hyper mate in his arms. “Yes, it felt good, love . . . beyond good, and I would love to have you do that anytime you have the need. I wouldn’t refuse it,” he grinned, reaching for Harry when the younger wizard sat up beside him. “How are you feeling Harry?” He asked, seeing that Harry’s eyes were a brighter green.

“Weird. Like I ate way too much chocolate,” Harry replied, getting up to use a cleansing spell on the bed and themselves before slipping on his robe. “Why is that? I mean . . . I’ve always felt stronger magically after we’ve done anything intimate, but I’ve never felt like this. Is something wrong? Should I go see Poppy?” Harry worriedly asked.

Severus sat up, his feet touching the floor at the side of the bed, watching as Harry paced back and forth in front of him. He reached for Harry’s hand and gently pulled him between his spread legs. “I haven’t read anything about a hyper Vanteeria. My guess, is that you ingested some of my essence; for your creature side it must be a kind of a drug. There is so much we don’t know of your race Harry. Do you feel ill, or disorientated at all?”

“No, I feel really good,” Harry beamed. “Should I go see Poppy? I don’t really want to. It could be kind of embarrassing,” Harry added, sitting on Severus’s knee, his leg twitching up and down as his fingers carded through the back of Severus’s hair.

“Should we tell Draco you can’t make it?” Severus asked, stroking Harry’s back.

“No. I still want to go,” Harry smiled. “What better way to use all this energy, than keep up with Draco while he shops.”

“Do you want me to go with you two?”

“I would like you to, but I want to spend some time with Draco, and pick up a few things also,” Harry replied.

“I would like to place a glamour charm on you, so you’re not easily recognizable. Why don’t you jump in the shower, and I’ll join you after I firecall Lucius to tell him to charm Draco’s appearance also.”

Harry smiled and gave a quick kiss on Severus’s mouth, then practically skipped into the bathroom. Severus got up and slipped on a robe before going out to the living room. He leaned down and threw some floo powder into the hearth and called out Lucius’s name. As luck would have it, Lucius was already awake to take the call, while Draco was still sleeping.

“What can I do for you Severus?” Lucius asked. “Didn’t think you’d be out of bed this early,” he smirked.

“Well, we’ve found when Harry actually . . . um . . . tastes me, he’s extremely hyper,” Severus replied.

“That’s something new,” Lucius smirked. “Was that the first time?”

“Yes,” Severus replied. “He’s in the shower right now, so hopefully that calms him down a little.”

“Are you still coming over tomorrow?” Lucius asked.

“Yes. Harry will be returning with Draco today, and I’ll be there tomorrow. I need to mark some of these reports the students handed in so I have more time to spend with Harry during the holidays,” Severus sighed.

“A Professor’s work is never done,” Lucius dramatically sighed. “Should I forewarn Draco about Harry?”

“No . . . I think we should let Draco find out on his own,” Severus replied, matching Lucius’s grin. “I will be charming Harry’s appearance so he won’t be an easy target for the Death Eaters. I would suggest doing the same for Draco.”

“You’re not worried about them being by themselves?” Lucius asked.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t. Harry’s magic level right now is very high, so his senses will be very alert,” Severus said, reassuring Lucius and himself. “I was thinking I may contact an Order member to accompany them.”

“I would suggest Tonks. She’s a klutz, but a very good Auror. The boys will be comfortable with her, and she can use her metamorphmagus ability to change her appearance,” Lucius suggested. “I will contact her. I would suggest you join your mate, I’m sure he’s probably waiting for you,” he smirked.



Severus closed off the floo connection, then went to join Harry in the shower. As he neared the partially open door, deep moans were heard from Harry. He felt his body respond to the sight of Harry as he was thrusting two fingers into himself with one hand, while the other was slowly fisting his cock.

“You couldn’t wait for me, love?” Severus huskily asked, stepping into the shower to still Harry’s hand on his cock.

“No . . . I was going to . . . couldn’t wait,” Harry breathlessly replied, then moaned when his fingers hit the sweet spot inside of himself. He turned around, his back towards Severus as he fingered himself.

“Fuck . . . Harry,” Severus groaned, stepping forward to guide the head of his cock into the stretched hole, then threw his head back in ecstasy when Harry pushed back, deep and hard.

“Gods . . . yes . . . more,” Harry panted, bracing both hands on the tiled wall as he impaled himself over and over again on Severus’s hard length.

Severus’s hand slid up the center of Harry’s back, to his neck, then to his shoulder where he held on tight. His other hand gripped Harry’s hip as he took control, pounding into him unmercifully. He soon felt Harry’s inner walls tighten around his cock, right before Harry cried out his name as he came. He thrust in once . . . then twice, before spilling his seed deep inside.

“What . . . ” Severus began raggedly, “brought . . . that . . . on?” He finished as he pulled Harry back against his chest, slowly slipping out of him.

“I was just remembering how you tasted, the way you moaned when I had you in my mouth,” Harry hoarsely replied, leaning his head back against Severus’s shoulder.

“And did it help with some of that excess energy?” Severus smirked, reaching for the cloth and scented soap that Harry liked.

“A little,” Harry sighed, a low purr beginning as Severus washed down his neck and chest. “My body is still tingly though.”

Severus kissed the side of Harry’s neck, then turned Harry to face him. “Be careful today, Harry,” he softly said, looking into his eyes.

“I will,” Harry grinned. “I have someone to come home to . . . to shag me senseless. I’m not going to take any unnecessary risks in chance of losing that.”

Severus kissed Harry’s mouth, then pulled Harry under the jets of warm water. “Be sure that you don’t,” he warned.

Severus patiently helped wash the twitching body and hair of his love, then sent him out to dress while he finished his own washing. By the time he came out of the shower, Harry was dressed with his wings spread out as he talked to Lucius, Draco, and Tonks in his . . . their living room. Tonks had heard of Harry’s inheritance from Albus and Lucius, and was now sitting cross- legged on the coffee table as she was stroking one of Harry’s wings. Harry was sitting in one of his favorite chairs, with an extra cushion, as he altered his own appearance with the others’ suggestions.

Lucius noticed Severus quietly enter the room, after seeing Harry’s wings, legs, and hands twitch. He raised a mocking brow at his friend, motioning to the fluffy cushion that Harry was sitting on. Severus smirked smugly in response before sitting on the arm of the chair beside Harry. Harry looked up, accepting a brief kiss from Severus, then leaned into his mate’s side.

After Harry and Draco changed their appearance, to the elder wizards, and witch’s approval, the three of them used a portkey to go directly to Diagon Alley. Harry had regrettably retracted his wings, and now was quite blonde, the hair longer and tied back at the nape. Sunglasses were worn to hide the green eyes, as they wouldn’t change when he tried. Draco was now a brunette with a splattering of freckles across his nose, and hazel eyes that were behind wire-rimmed glasses. Tonks had short black hair with pink spiked tips, dressed in black, with lots of lace and chains. Nowhere near their original appearance . . . well for Harry and Draco anyway. No one really knew what Tonk’s real appearance was.

As soon as they ‘landed’, Harry pulled on both their sleeves to lead them to the Leaky Cauldron, then out to the already bustling London street. Although all of them were very cautious throughout the day, they shopped until they dropped . . . well, Draco and Tonks anyway. Harry was just coming down from his Severitus high, but still felt alert and ready to go. It was Draco who finally thought enough was enough, and took Harry’s hand to portkey the three of them to the mountain house.



“Crikey Harry . . . I’m never shopping with you again,” Tonks tiredly smiled, gratefully accepting the muggle beer that Lucius handed to her after she collapsed onto the chair, watching as Harry and Draco sat on the floor, their appearance shifting back to their normal selves.

“And why are you wrapping the gifts by hand?” Draco asked, seeing Harry unroll the brightly colored paper.

“It feels more personal this way,” Harry grinned, as he began to wrap the singing socks and gum ball machine for Albus.

“How are you feeling now Harry?” Lucius asked, sitting beside Remus on the couch.

“Good. I was thinking I might go flying later,” Harry shrugged, using the scissors to curl the colored ribbon.

“And . . . why are you so hyper again?” Tonks asked.

“Must have been something he ate,” Lucius smirked, then began to laugh with Draco and Remus, seeing Harry’s flushed face.


~*~


While Harry was being teased by his family, and enjoying the Christmasy atmosphere around him, Severus was at his desk, a pot of coffee at his side as he marked papers. He didn’t like the quietness around him. It was a different kind of quiet, compared to when Harry was here with him. With Harry in the room he was always aware of him, even if they were silently reading or working. Now the room just felt . . . lonely.

He sighed, then pulled out the next seventh year essay. He read through the first paragraph of the Ravenclaw student’s paper, shaking his head as he dipped his quill in the new bottle of red ink. As the sharpened tip touched the parchment, he felt something pull at his navel . . . then he was gone.

“Hello Sseveruss,” Voldemort hissed in greeting, after seeing Severus appear before him. “Niccce of you to join usss.”

“Voldemort,” Severus replied through clenched teeth, the skeletal tattoo on his arm throbbing painfully as it suppressed his powers, unabling him in using the portkey in his ear. He knew his spying days were over. “Have you invited me over to wish me a happy Christmas perhaps?” He asked, dropping the powerless portkey at his side, the red ink dripping from the tip of the quill, onto the floor. Severus then felt the hex on his legs to bring him to his knees.

“You will bow before our Lord, Traitor,” Avery snarled by Severus’s ear, slipping his hand in Severus’s sleeve to take the wand from the hidden pocket.

Severus reached for the quill by his knee then brought it up, and around, imbedding it in Avery’s upper thigh, missing his mark by a couple of inches. “Damn, I was aiming a little higher,” he sneered.

Avery retaliated by smashing his fist against the side of Severus’s smirking face, before pulling the quill from his thigh, the tip now bloodied red. He grabbed the front of Severus’s robes, as he pulled out a dagger from his belt. “Your lover won’t recognize you after we’re done with you,” he snarled.

“At least I have a lover, Avery. Not one that I have to pay for, or rape . . . or is your wife now warming your bed instead of others’?” Severus retorted, then held back the hiss of pain as the sharpened edge of the knife slid over the side of his cheek.

“Enough! You will have your chanccce, Avery,” Voldemort vowed. Avery obediently stepped back among the other Death Eaters. “Ssso, how isss your mate, Ssseverusss?” Voldemort hissed.

“You know, there are potions that can help with that speech impediment of yours,” Severus smirked, looking Voldemort in the eye.

Voldemort raised his wand. “Crucio!” He snarled, holding the curse for several minutes, a slow evil smile curling his thin lips as Severus fell to the floor, writhing in pain. He then motioned for the other nine Death Eaters in attendance to do what they will after he lifted the curse, then sat back and reveled in the scent of fear and blood before him.



Harry was curling more ribbon when pain flared in his chest, and the earring burned hot against his skin. He raised his hands to his head, not noticing the blood on his fingers where the scissors shallowly sliced.

“Harry? What is it?” Draco worriedly asked, kneeling in front of Harry, trying to reach for his bleeding hands.

“Sev . . . he’s hurt,” Harry whispered, closing his eyes.

“Can you link to him, to see where he is?” Remus asked, coming down to the floor.

Lucius, Draco, Remus, and Tonks looked worriedly at Harry’s tense body, and were not surprised to see the claws extend and the wings snap out from his back.

“Voldemort . . . can’t tell where . . . about ten others there . . . beating him magically and physically,” Harry quietly said.

Harry opened his eyes, the intent to destroy the ones that hurt his mate clear in the darkening orbs. “I’m going after him. The earring will portkey me there,” he determinedly said as he got to his feet.

“You can’t go alone Harry. We should tell the Order,” Tonks said, shaking her head.

“You tell them. I’m going to get my mate,” Harry said.

“Tonks, put a tracking spell on us so the Order can get to us,” Lucius said.

“Us?” Harry asked.

“I’m going with you,” Lucius said, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Me as well,” Remus said, taking out his wand.

Harry looked around at his family, his eyes tearing as Draco stood next to him, holding his hand, with his wand also drawn. “There’s no way to stop you, is there?” He quietly asked. They all shook their heads, then stood still as Tonks placed the tracking charm on them. “Okay then . . . hang on,” he said, his wings spreading to enfold Draco, Lucius, and Remus close to him, then activated the portkey to take them to Severus . . . and Voldemort.

Harry made sure to portkey them to the same room, but far enough away where they were not seen when they arrived. They gracefully landed on the second landing that overlooked Voldemort’s grande, but dilapidated ballroom. Harry immediately went to fly over to Severus, consequences be damned, when Lucius pulled him back to them.

Lucius erected a privacy bubble around them. “Harry, I’m worried about Severus too, but we need to be careful,” he quietly said.

Harry briefly closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, then nodded his head in agreement. He wanted his mate back, but didn’t want the others harmed in the process. “Remus, can you make a portkey for Hogwarts Infirmary?” Harry asked, looking down at Severus’s beaten and battered body. Remus took out his pocket watch and performed the charm, then handed it to Harry.

“What are you planning Harry?” Draco worriedly asked.

“You three need to split up and make your way down under a disillusionment spell. ‘He’ can’t sense or see that can he?” He asked turning to Lucius. Lucius shook his head. “Draco,” Harry began reaching for his hand. “I trust you with my life . . . with Severus’s life. I need you to make your way to Severus, to portkey you both to the infirmary. I’ll arrange a diversion so you can get him away,” he added, handing Draco the pocket watch.

“What kind of diversion?” Lucius asked.

“You’ll know it when you see it,” Harry grimly smiled. “Be prepared for anything.”

“That’s so reassuring Harry,” Draco smirked nervously, then faded away when Remus cast the disillusionment spell on him.

“Be careful,” Harry quietly said, then cancelled the privacy bubble.

Harry was able to see the three of them stealthily make their way down the stairs by their magical auras. He stood firm and held out his hands, silently calling forth the earth spirits for aid. The house soon began to tremble, the large chandelier tinkling precariously over the ballroom floor.

“Ah . . . Misster Potter, I pressume,” Voldemort sneered, looking up at Harry. “You are sso predictable. I knew if I captured your mate, you would come.” He pointed his wand at a few of his followers, motioning for them to get Harry, then stepped forward to grasp the back of Severus’s robes, to pull him to his feet in front of him.

The house began to shake, web-like fractures sweeping up, and over the walls and floors, the wards breaking under the strain of magic inside the house. Three Death Eaters were making their way up the stairs, when the windows shattered as large vines slithered in, coiling around the Death Eaters to hold them against the wall, tightening around their necks as they struggled.

“I have to admit . . . that wass impressive Potter,” Voldemort hissed, pulling Severus’s back to his chest. “Why don’t you come down Potter.”

Harry stood firm within the shadows, looking around the room to make sure Draco, Lucius, and Remus were in position. He glared down at Voldemort, as a thick mist seeped through the shattered windows and cracked walls, then spread throughout the room. The remaining Death Eaters felt the wet mist soak through their clothing, then felt the chill against their skin. They remained by Voldemort’s side for fear of his wrath, their teeth quietly chattering as the mist iced their veins.

Draco stood about a foot away from Voldemort, ready for anything. He whispered an eye enhancement spell, and a warming spell, so that the mist wouldn’t affect him. As he crept closer, he saw the glint of steel coming from the folds of Voldemort’s robes.

“NO!” Was shouted from Draco and Harry, as a sword was thrust through Severus’s back, the bloodied tip ripping through the front of Severus’s robes.

Pandemonium struck. Draco ran for Severus as he fell, the sword still thrust through his chest. Before Voldemort realized what was happening, Draco had activated the portkey for him and Severus to disappear. Voldemort looked up, hearing the savage roar above him, then aimed his wand at the giant winged panther that was diving for him, its teeth bared in a predatory growl, its front paws outstretched with the claws fully extended. Around him, Order of the Phoenix members began to apparate into the ballroom, quickly dispatching the remaining Death Eaters around them.

“Lacerare!” Voldemort shouted out, slashing the beasts’ chest, but not stopping it. “Avada ked . . . ” He began, then howled in pain when the panther’s teeth sank into his lower neck, the powerful wings lifting him off the ground.

Harry transformed in midair, his teeth slipping out of the pale neck, his wings spanned majestically behind him. He gripped the front of Voldemort’s robes, his claws sinking into flesh, and pulled him up until he was face to face with his nemesis. “Time to die Tommy,” Harry growled, as the ground beneath them began to rumble and shake.

Voldemort felt the heat beneath his feet, and looked down to see the abysmal chasm in the ground, writhing, flaming entities, reaching out for him. He heard Harry clearly incant a long forgotten spell that he feared. A spell to take his very soul to the pits of hell . . . never to return. He never heard the end of it, as Harry snapped his neck like a brittle wand, then let him go.

Harry looked down, watching the eternal suffering souls, writhing and twisting in a deadly dance, their disfigured fiery hands reaching forth to grab onto another evil soul, before the ground slowly sealed itself closed. He then saw Lucius, Remus, and Albus looking up at him, signaling for him to come down. He noticed that the Order members had the remaining Death Eaters bound, then closed his eyes, spreading his arms and wings wide as he thanked the elemental spirits for their help in fulfilling his destiny. He smiled to himself when he felt a whisper of a kiss on his cheek, then glided down to the others.

Lucius reached for Harry’s hand to pull him into his arms, looking at Albus over his Harry’s head. Albus motioned for them to go. He nodded to the old wizard before taking Remus’s hand in his, and portkeying the three of them into the Hogwart’s infirmary.

When Harry smelled the very familiar scent of the infirmary, he broke free from Lucius’s comforting embrace to rush over to Severus’s side, slowly retracting his wings and claws back. Poppy and Minerva had just pulled the sword from Severus’s back and was peeling the shirt off the blood soaked upper body, when Harry leaned over Severus. “Please . . . Sev . . . I need you,” he hoarsely pleaded, his tears flowing freely down his cheeks onto Severus’s upper body. “Love you,” he whispered.

“Harry, you need . . . ” Poppy began, reaching to pull Harry away.

“Leave him Poppy,” Lucius softly said, pulling her aside. “Is there any damage to the internal organs?” He asked as they watched over Harry and Severus.

“The sword nicked Severus’s heart, but with Draco’s quick timing to get him here, I was able to heal it before it became fatal. It will take time for Severus to feel normal though. There is some damage to some of the blood vessels around the heart that will take time to heal,” Poppy replied.

“Harry is helping you with that,” Lucius quietly said, watching the wound on Severus’s chest slowly draw closed. “Harry’s tears are healing him.”

Poppy stepped closer to the bed, scanning Severus’s chest. The internal injuries began repairing themselves while she scanned. She raised a brow in amazement as she caught Lucius’s knowing smirk, who had moved to Harry’s side.

Poppy waited until Severus’s wound was closed before turning to scan Harry. She ran her wand over him a second time, frowning at the results. She placed a sleeping charm on him, then levitated him to the bed next to Severus’s.

“What’s wrong with Harry?” Remus asked.

“Why’d you put him to sleep?” Draco worriedly asked.

“What magic did he do out of the ordinary . . . ordinary for Harry that is?” Poppy asked, as she magicked Harry’s shirt off, shaking her head after seeing the slashes across Harry’s chest and stomach. She began to wash the blood from Harry’s body and face.

“Besides vanquishing Voldemort?” Lucius asked.

“He what?!” Draco cried out, not being there when it happened.

“Just after you portkeyed Severus and yourself out of there, he attacked Voldemort in his animagus form, then transformed in the air to his human form. The floor opened up to reveal a deep chasm, filled with fiery bodies, reaching up, trying to grab Voldemort’s dangling feet. Harry used a soul banishing spell, broke Voldemort’s neck, then dropped him into the chasm,” Lucius proudly said.

“He literally opened the gates to hell and sent Voldemort there,” Albus said, coming into the infirmary. “How are they?”

“Severus had a close call, but with Draco portkeying him here quickly, I was able to mend the heart that was nicked with the sword, before it became fatal. Harry’s tears healed the rest of the internal damage. Severus will be back to his snarky self, but he will need to take it easy, no excitement to aggravate the heart for a while,” Poppy said.

“And Harry?” Albus asked, stepping to the young wizard’s bedside, tenderly brushing the hair from Harry’s forehead, seeing the lightning scar fade to a thin white line.

“Harry’s used an excessive amount of magic . . . even for him. His body will heal, but his magical core needs time to restore its self. He will be back to normal within a few weeks,” she smiled. “I recommend he not use his magic for those few weeks.”

“So, my two boys will be taking some time off for a while,” Albus grinned.

“Do they have to stay here?” Draco asked. “Can they spend Christmas with us, still?”

“When they awake, and when I am satisfied with the scanning results, they may floo to your home. No portkey or apparating for Severus for a while,” Poppy instructed.

Draco sat at Harry’s side, taking his hand in his, to gently rub Harry’s knuckles. “You did it Harry,” he whispered. “You defeated old snake face. I am so proud of you, Harry.”

Lucius walked Minerva and Albus to the door of the infirmary, quietly making plans to whisk Harry and Severus away before the mass of people descended upon Hogwarts, looking for their Savior. Albus volunteered to talk to the Ministry and wizarding press, so that Harry would be left alone. After they left, Lucius sat beside Severus, prepared to wait until his friend woke up, feeling comforted, seeing Draco and Harry across from him in the next bed.

Note: Lacerare - latin for lacerate

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