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Adult +
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48
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69,296
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251
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The Proposal
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Title: Scarred Souls
Author: Misty Moonlight/Co-author: QueenBoadicea
Beta: QueenBoadicea
Pairings: Severus/Harry
Published: 12/10/2008
Summary: A widowed Harry must bond with Snape in order to save his daughter’s life. Sev gains a family, for better or worse, and the hearts of two scarred souls will be changed forever.
Warnings: Romance, Drama, Angst, Alternate Reality/Universe, Sexual Situations, Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Slash, Anal, Language, Humor, possible MPreg, Bonding, Original Characters, Family, non-canon, OOC, WIP
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Chapter 15: The Proposal
Harry was flying at a cautious speed, just ten feet above the ground, James balanced on the broom right in front of him.
“James!” Al yelled from the ground. “Get off! It’s my turn now!”
“No, it’s not!” James yelled back. “I’ve got 15 minutes!”
“It’s been 15 minutes!”
“Stop it, you two,” Harry chided. “I know when it’s been 15 minutes and it hasn’t—”
“Potter, stop that ridiculous circus act and come down here at once.”
The cold voice came from the front door. Al started, ran away from the house and cowered near the gate. Harry scowled at Severus for frightening his child but came down. The moment his feet touched the ground, James jumped off as well and ran after his brother.
Harry sighed. In spite of their talk, the boys were still scared of Snape. He was afraid that situation wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
“Mr. Potter, I have a private matter with you we must discuss. Come inside.”
Harry paused. There was something about the way Snape was looking at him that he didn’t like. “What is it?”
Snape looked around, his expression suddenly bland. “I believe this is something we should discuss inside, Potter. I’ve no wish to draw the attention of the neighbors.”
Still the same paranoid git. Harry didn’t know what he was so worried about but decided to humor the man. Then again, maybe he was still ashamed of his hair.
Snape stepped aside with mocking courtesy. The children sidled in behind Harry, keeping him well between themselves and their new father. The moment they were indoors, Snape strode to living room. Harry noted that his hair was tightly covered by a sort of miniature hood. It hid his hair, all right, but had the misfortune of bringing his sharp-boned, big-nosed features into ugly prominence. Harry decided not to mention it.
Harry trotted after him. The boys scampered up the stairs without any prompting from him. That was good; whatever Snape had to say, it was probably best the boys didn’t hear it.
Inside the living room, he stopped dead. An elaborate tea service had been laid out. Biscuits, treacle tart and butterbeer were on one side of the table. Tea and a tray of sandwiches were on the other.
“What is all this?”
“Mr. Potter, I’d like to have a little talk with you…about our relationship.”
“We’ve had our talk about this relationship, remember, Snape? I hate you and the feeling is mutual.” Harry smirked at him. “Your words.”
Snape’s lips thinned though his face held the same blank expression. Harry was immediately on his guard. His new bond mate was up to something and something told him he wouldn’t like it.
“Please, Potter. Sit.” He waved him to the chair nearest the tarts and sat in the other one. He picked up a sandwich and nibbled at it delicately.
Harry remained standing. “Snape, what’s going on? Unless you grew a new personality overnight, this is a trap of some kind. I’m not sitting and I’m not eating a bite without finding out what’s going on.”
Snape continued eating his sandwich with exaggerated care. “I merely wanted to say that I know this relationship isn’t all it could be. I’d like to start off on another foot, if I may. Please drink your tea.”
Harry glanced at the teapot. He noticed that Snape hadn’t drunk any of the tea and he wasn’t about to either. Snape clearly guessed at his thoughts.
“Potter, you imbecile, I’m not going to kill you. The bond binds us both. If either of us die by violent means, the other does as well.”
“I’m not worried about poisoning. You might try something else, though. You’re good at potions. How do I know what’s in that tea?”
Snape’s nostrils flared slightly. “I am merely trying to have a civil conversation with you. Is that so much to ask? We are in this together, Potter, no matter the circumstances. I merely thought I’d try to make it more comfortable for both of us.”
“Snape, you’ve got to be joking. You don’t do anything simply to ‘get on’ with people except maybe Voldemort and I’m not sure he counted as a person. You made it perfectly clear that you hate me and want to make my life miserable. So what’s changed? You’ve got an ulterior motive and I want to know what it is.” Harry folded his arms. His wand was in his hand now and he was ready to use it if he needed to. He’d already come to wands with Snape and didn’t doubt he’d have to do so again.
If Snape noticed his defensive posture, he paid no attention to it. Instead he set down the sandwich and folded his hands. “I would like to consummate our bond.”
Harry’s mouth went dry and a sick feeling welled up in his stomach. “I don’t.”
Snape nodded as if he’d expected Harry’s refusal. Then his eyes flicked in the air as if tracing a fly. Harry had seen him do that before. What in Hades was he looking at?
“I realize I may not be what you would want in a mate…”
“I wouldn’t wish you on an enemy, Snape, except Voldemort,” Harry said flatly.
“But the bond must be consummated,” Snape continued, clearing holding on to his temper. “Have you forgotten the terms of your Vow? You must unconditionally love and cherish any child we may have from this bond. That cannot be done unless we have children.”
“I remember what was said very well, Snape. The operative words here are ‘may have’. The Vow doesn’t state that we have to have children together.” Harry leaned towards him. “Besides, you hate children. You made that perfectly clear during our years together at Hogwarts and from the way you treat my children. Oh, wait, you call them hellions and other charming nicknames, don’t you?”
“I hate misbehaving brats, Potter, and the dunderheads I had to teach in a job for which I was ill suited. I would enjoy any children of my own, of course. Many parents care for their offspring.”
“The way your dad cared about you?” Harry shot back.
Harry knew it was a mistake the moment he said it. Snape’s face went white and his wand was suddenly in his hand, pointed at Harry’s chest. Harry’s wand was out at almost the same time, having cast his strongest Shield Charm.
“Don’t presume that you know anything about my family just from a few brief memories you received when you foolishly thought I was dying,” Snape snarled.
“I know enough. Your dad hated the fact that your mother was a witch. Did she hide it from him, the way Tom Riddle’s mom hid her magic from her Muggle husband?”
The statement appeared to floor Snape. “What? Tom Riddle—the Dark Lord—had a Muggle father?” he whispered.
“Yeah, he did. Didn’t know that, did you, Snape? How does it feel to find out the crazed bastard you once pledged your life to was a fraud and a hypocrite?”
Shock and fury blazed out of those black eyes. Harry clutched his wand, prepared to defend himself, though he suspected this rage wasn’t directed at him.
Little by little the anger faded away although Harry didn’t relax. Snape seemed to recall his original purpose and tucked his wand back into his sleeve.
“While that is interesting intelligence, it doesn’t pertain to our conversation. I would still wish to have children, Potter…”
“I already have children, Snape, so that’s not a really big incentive for me. Besides, there’s the little problem of my preferring women, in case you haven’t noticed.” Harry waved his free hand towards the pictures of Ginny, who smiled sadly at him.
Snape smiled—or bared his teeth; hard to say which expression he intended. “That needn’t be a deterrent. There are powerful potions to ensure conception of a male wizard after only one—bout.”
“Would you let me be on top?” Harry shot back.
Snape didn’t so much as blink. “If you would prefer.”
Harry recoiled. His stomach clenched and he lost all appetite. “No thanks. Not even in the dark. It wouldn’t be like what I had with my wife.”
The man had the nerve to sneer. “Oh for pity’s sake. Grow up, Potter. This has nothing to do with love or affection. You don’t have to like someone to fuck them.”
The crude word took Harry aback but he didn’t let it shock him. “So that’s what you propose, Snape? You claim you’d care for your own children but you want to bring them into a hostile environment where their parents hate each other?”
Harry shook his head, suddenly sad and very weary. “I’d have thought you had enough of that.”
He turned around and walked away, not bothering to see if Snape would follow.
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The twins were avidly listening via their Extendable Ears. They didn’t trust Snivellus, even now that he was being nice to their dad.
“Consullate? Does he mean have sex?” Al whispered.
James nodded, his lips tight with anger. He still wasn’t sure what sex was but it didn’t sound like his father wanted anything to do with Snape.
“What’s ‘fuck’ and ‘con-concession’ mean, James?”
“I don’t know. Sounds nasty.”
“He’s not doing that with our dad!” Albus hissed.
James grinned at him. “Then we go ahead with the plan, yeah?”
“You bet.”
Hearing their father’s footsteps drawing towards the stairs, both boys scrambled to their feet, pulling up the Extendables. They made it to their room and listened breathlessly at the door. They could hear their father come up the stairs and pause in front of their room.
They pulled out their kid’s books and pretended to read as their father opened the door. Harry smiled at the two of them but they could see that he didn’t mean it.
“Hello, boys. Sorry our ride got interrupted. Maybe we could fly again over the weekend.”
“Sure, Daddy. We don’t mind,” James said glancing at his brother.
“Easy for you to say. You got to ride today,” Al mumbled.
Their father hesitated, his eyes darting over the two of them. “James, Al, I just want you to know that you and your sister mean the world to me. That will never change, you know that?”
“Okay.” Why was their father saying this?
“Well. Wash your face and hands. We’re going to be eating dinner soon.” He shut the door quietly and left.
James heaved a sigh of relief. When Albus giggled, he stared at him. “What’s so funny?”
“You’ve got your book upside down, James.”
He stared down at the book in his hands. Al was right; it was upside down. Had his father noticed? He hoped not.
“Let’s just get ready for supper, Al.”
“Wonder what he eats?” his younger brother murmured. No need to ask who he was.
“Probably the blood of little children.”
“Ewww!”
Laughing at his brother, James raced with him towards the bathroom.
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“Look who’s getting laid tonight. Not you!”
“When I dance they call me Macarena. And they boys they say que soy buena. They all want me. They can’t have me. So they come and dance beside me. Move with me, chat with me. And if I could, I’d take you home with me.”
The third head was warbling its latest ditty, an execrable song about a girl with questionable morals. When it switched to Spanish, it was equally maddening. Somehow a tune in a foreign language was just as annoying as in English.
“Snivellus, come on. Did you honestly think Harry would want you, the ugliest man on the planet? He’d have to be as insane as Voldemort even to consider it!” The second head had been keeping up a running commentary on how this whole project of his was doomed to failure. Severus had tried his level best not to listen.
That hadn’t gone well at all. Potter had been disgusted at the very thought of having sex with him. True, he couldn’t have expected the man to fall in to bed with him at the first offer. Perhaps he could threaten Potter in some way that would make him capitulate. After all, that’s how he’d gotten him to agree to the bond in the first place.
Still, threats weren’t likely to put Potter in the proper frame of mind. But what else could he do to persuade the Gryffindor pest? Severus needed to get into Grimmauld Place to access its Dark Arts library. To do that, he needed to become someone the manor wards recognized as having rightful claim.
He could create a potion that would spur compliance. It couldn’t be Amortentia. The smell of that potion was too distinctive. But he could cook up an elixir of some sort that would render Potter submissive and easily bent to his will. A little distraction and it would be easy to slip such a concoction into Harry’s food or drink. Getting the mop-headed Gryffindor to ingest it would be tricky but not impossible.
“My god, this is a new low, even for you, Snivellus. You’re going to dope Harry and then fuck him? I’m surprised you didn’t do this to Lily, you murdering piece of slime!
Dammit, these things knew where to strike. It was indeed beneath contempt to play such a trick on anyone. But this needn’t be for procreation. He simply needed to get into Grimmauld Place. One fuck and entry would be his. He could even Obliviate Harry afterwards so the man wouldn’t know what happened.
For a true Slytherin, decency took a very distant second place to expediency. Shaking off his doubts, conscience and the chiding voices, he strode towards the basement.
TBC
Title: Scarred Souls
Author: Misty Moonlight/Co-author: QueenBoadicea
Beta: QueenBoadicea
Pairings: Severus/Harry
Published: 12/10/2008
Summary: A widowed Harry must bond with Snape in order to save his daughter’s life. Sev gains a family, for better or worse, and the hearts of two scarred souls will be changed forever.
Warnings: Romance, Drama, Angst, Alternate Reality/Universe, Sexual Situations, Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Slash, Anal, Language, Humor, possible MPreg, Bonding, Original Characters, Family, non-canon, OOC, WIP
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Chapter 15: The Proposal
Harry was flying at a cautious speed, just ten feet above the ground, James balanced on the broom right in front of him.
“James!” Al yelled from the ground. “Get off! It’s my turn now!”
“No, it’s not!” James yelled back. “I’ve got 15 minutes!”
“It’s been 15 minutes!”
“Stop it, you two,” Harry chided. “I know when it’s been 15 minutes and it hasn’t—”
“Potter, stop that ridiculous circus act and come down here at once.”
The cold voice came from the front door. Al started, ran away from the house and cowered near the gate. Harry scowled at Severus for frightening his child but came down. The moment his feet touched the ground, James jumped off as well and ran after his brother.
Harry sighed. In spite of their talk, the boys were still scared of Snape. He was afraid that situation wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
“Mr. Potter, I have a private matter with you we must discuss. Come inside.”
Harry paused. There was something about the way Snape was looking at him that he didn’t like. “What is it?”
Snape looked around, his expression suddenly bland. “I believe this is something we should discuss inside, Potter. I’ve no wish to draw the attention of the neighbors.”
Still the same paranoid git. Harry didn’t know what he was so worried about but decided to humor the man. Then again, maybe he was still ashamed of his hair.
Snape stepped aside with mocking courtesy. The children sidled in behind Harry, keeping him well between themselves and their new father. The moment they were indoors, Snape strode to living room. Harry noted that his hair was tightly covered by a sort of miniature hood. It hid his hair, all right, but had the misfortune of bringing his sharp-boned, big-nosed features into ugly prominence. Harry decided not to mention it.
Harry trotted after him. The boys scampered up the stairs without any prompting from him. That was good; whatever Snape had to say, it was probably best the boys didn’t hear it.
Inside the living room, he stopped dead. An elaborate tea service had been laid out. Biscuits, treacle tart and butterbeer were on one side of the table. Tea and a tray of sandwiches were on the other.
“What is all this?”
“Mr. Potter, I’d like to have a little talk with you…about our relationship.”
“We’ve had our talk about this relationship, remember, Snape? I hate you and the feeling is mutual.” Harry smirked at him. “Your words.”
Snape’s lips thinned though his face held the same blank expression. Harry was immediately on his guard. His new bond mate was up to something and something told him he wouldn’t like it.
“Please, Potter. Sit.” He waved him to the chair nearest the tarts and sat in the other one. He picked up a sandwich and nibbled at it delicately.
Harry remained standing. “Snape, what’s going on? Unless you grew a new personality overnight, this is a trap of some kind. I’m not sitting and I’m not eating a bite without finding out what’s going on.”
Snape continued eating his sandwich with exaggerated care. “I merely wanted to say that I know this relationship isn’t all it could be. I’d like to start off on another foot, if I may. Please drink your tea.”
Harry glanced at the teapot. He noticed that Snape hadn’t drunk any of the tea and he wasn’t about to either. Snape clearly guessed at his thoughts.
“Potter, you imbecile, I’m not going to kill you. The bond binds us both. If either of us die by violent means, the other does as well.”
“I’m not worried about poisoning. You might try something else, though. You’re good at potions. How do I know what’s in that tea?”
Snape’s nostrils flared slightly. “I am merely trying to have a civil conversation with you. Is that so much to ask? We are in this together, Potter, no matter the circumstances. I merely thought I’d try to make it more comfortable for both of us.”
“Snape, you’ve got to be joking. You don’t do anything simply to ‘get on’ with people except maybe Voldemort and I’m not sure he counted as a person. You made it perfectly clear that you hate me and want to make my life miserable. So what’s changed? You’ve got an ulterior motive and I want to know what it is.” Harry folded his arms. His wand was in his hand now and he was ready to use it if he needed to. He’d already come to wands with Snape and didn’t doubt he’d have to do so again.
If Snape noticed his defensive posture, he paid no attention to it. Instead he set down the sandwich and folded his hands. “I would like to consummate our bond.”
Harry’s mouth went dry and a sick feeling welled up in his stomach. “I don’t.”
Snape nodded as if he’d expected Harry’s refusal. Then his eyes flicked in the air as if tracing a fly. Harry had seen him do that before. What in Hades was he looking at?
“I realize I may not be what you would want in a mate…”
“I wouldn’t wish you on an enemy, Snape, except Voldemort,” Harry said flatly.
“But the bond must be consummated,” Snape continued, clearing holding on to his temper. “Have you forgotten the terms of your Vow? You must unconditionally love and cherish any child we may have from this bond. That cannot be done unless we have children.”
“I remember what was said very well, Snape. The operative words here are ‘may have’. The Vow doesn’t state that we have to have children together.” Harry leaned towards him. “Besides, you hate children. You made that perfectly clear during our years together at Hogwarts and from the way you treat my children. Oh, wait, you call them hellions and other charming nicknames, don’t you?”
“I hate misbehaving brats, Potter, and the dunderheads I had to teach in a job for which I was ill suited. I would enjoy any children of my own, of course. Many parents care for their offspring.”
“The way your dad cared about you?” Harry shot back.
Harry knew it was a mistake the moment he said it. Snape’s face went white and his wand was suddenly in his hand, pointed at Harry’s chest. Harry’s wand was out at almost the same time, having cast his strongest Shield Charm.
“Don’t presume that you know anything about my family just from a few brief memories you received when you foolishly thought I was dying,” Snape snarled.
“I know enough. Your dad hated the fact that your mother was a witch. Did she hide it from him, the way Tom Riddle’s mom hid her magic from her Muggle husband?”
The statement appeared to floor Snape. “What? Tom Riddle—the Dark Lord—had a Muggle father?” he whispered.
“Yeah, he did. Didn’t know that, did you, Snape? How does it feel to find out the crazed bastard you once pledged your life to was a fraud and a hypocrite?”
Shock and fury blazed out of those black eyes. Harry clutched his wand, prepared to defend himself, though he suspected this rage wasn’t directed at him.
Little by little the anger faded away although Harry didn’t relax. Snape seemed to recall his original purpose and tucked his wand back into his sleeve.
“While that is interesting intelligence, it doesn’t pertain to our conversation. I would still wish to have children, Potter…”
“I already have children, Snape, so that’s not a really big incentive for me. Besides, there’s the little problem of my preferring women, in case you haven’t noticed.” Harry waved his free hand towards the pictures of Ginny, who smiled sadly at him.
Snape smiled—or bared his teeth; hard to say which expression he intended. “That needn’t be a deterrent. There are powerful potions to ensure conception of a male wizard after only one—bout.”
“Would you let me be on top?” Harry shot back.
Snape didn’t so much as blink. “If you would prefer.”
Harry recoiled. His stomach clenched and he lost all appetite. “No thanks. Not even in the dark. It wouldn’t be like what I had with my wife.”
The man had the nerve to sneer. “Oh for pity’s sake. Grow up, Potter. This has nothing to do with love or affection. You don’t have to like someone to fuck them.”
The crude word took Harry aback but he didn’t let it shock him. “So that’s what you propose, Snape? You claim you’d care for your own children but you want to bring them into a hostile environment where their parents hate each other?”
Harry shook his head, suddenly sad and very weary. “I’d have thought you had enough of that.”
He turned around and walked away, not bothering to see if Snape would follow.
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The twins were avidly listening via their Extendable Ears. They didn’t trust Snivellus, even now that he was being nice to their dad.
“Consullate? Does he mean have sex?” Al whispered.
James nodded, his lips tight with anger. He still wasn’t sure what sex was but it didn’t sound like his father wanted anything to do with Snape.
“What’s ‘fuck’ and ‘con-concession’ mean, James?”
“I don’t know. Sounds nasty.”
“He’s not doing that with our dad!” Albus hissed.
James grinned at him. “Then we go ahead with the plan, yeah?”
“You bet.”
Hearing their father’s footsteps drawing towards the stairs, both boys scrambled to their feet, pulling up the Extendables. They made it to their room and listened breathlessly at the door. They could hear their father come up the stairs and pause in front of their room.
They pulled out their kid’s books and pretended to read as their father opened the door. Harry smiled at the two of them but they could see that he didn’t mean it.
“Hello, boys. Sorry our ride got interrupted. Maybe we could fly again over the weekend.”
“Sure, Daddy. We don’t mind,” James said glancing at his brother.
“Easy for you to say. You got to ride today,” Al mumbled.
Their father hesitated, his eyes darting over the two of them. “James, Al, I just want you to know that you and your sister mean the world to me. That will never change, you know that?”
“Okay.” Why was their father saying this?
“Well. Wash your face and hands. We’re going to be eating dinner soon.” He shut the door quietly and left.
James heaved a sigh of relief. When Albus giggled, he stared at him. “What’s so funny?”
“You’ve got your book upside down, James.”
He stared down at the book in his hands. Al was right; it was upside down. Had his father noticed? He hoped not.
“Let’s just get ready for supper, Al.”
“Wonder what he eats?” his younger brother murmured. No need to ask who he was.
“Probably the blood of little children.”
“Ewww!”
Laughing at his brother, James raced with him towards the bathroom.
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“Look who’s getting laid tonight. Not you!”
“When I dance they call me Macarena. And they boys they say que soy buena. They all want me. They can’t have me. So they come and dance beside me. Move with me, chat with me. And if I could, I’d take you home with me.”
The third head was warbling its latest ditty, an execrable song about a girl with questionable morals. When it switched to Spanish, it was equally maddening. Somehow a tune in a foreign language was just as annoying as in English.
“Snivellus, come on. Did you honestly think Harry would want you, the ugliest man on the planet? He’d have to be as insane as Voldemort even to consider it!” The second head had been keeping up a running commentary on how this whole project of his was doomed to failure. Severus had tried his level best not to listen.
That hadn’t gone well at all. Potter had been disgusted at the very thought of having sex with him. True, he couldn’t have expected the man to fall in to bed with him at the first offer. Perhaps he could threaten Potter in some way that would make him capitulate. After all, that’s how he’d gotten him to agree to the bond in the first place.
Still, threats weren’t likely to put Potter in the proper frame of mind. But what else could he do to persuade the Gryffindor pest? Severus needed to get into Grimmauld Place to access its Dark Arts library. To do that, he needed to become someone the manor wards recognized as having rightful claim.
He could create a potion that would spur compliance. It couldn’t be Amortentia. The smell of that potion was too distinctive. But he could cook up an elixir of some sort that would render Potter submissive and easily bent to his will. A little distraction and it would be easy to slip such a concoction into Harry’s food or drink. Getting the mop-headed Gryffindor to ingest it would be tricky but not impossible.
“My god, this is a new low, even for you, Snivellus. You’re going to dope Harry and then fuck him? I’m surprised you didn’t do this to Lily, you murdering piece of slime!
Dammit, these things knew where to strike. It was indeed beneath contempt to play such a trick on anyone. But this needn’t be for procreation. He simply needed to get into Grimmauld Place. One fuck and entry would be his. He could even Obliviate Harry afterwards so the man wouldn’t know what happened.
For a true Slytherin, decency took a very distant second place to expediency. Shaking off his doubts, conscience and the chiding voices, he strode towards the basement.
TBC