The Children of Atum

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Parts of this chapter are taken from Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone pages 128 and 129 of the Australian paperback edition.

Betaed by picofoxy

Last time:
Harry’s collaring spurred another round of celebrations and Severus’ last conscious thought before succumbing to sleep was that he was going to need to develop a long term use virility potion if he was to keep up with his new young lover.

Chapter 17: Halloween

Harry tiredly made his way up the stairs from the Dungeons; he was late coming up to the Halloween feast as his Master had been teasing him mercilessly with a remote controlled butt plug. The device was still in him now and he was trying to ignore it so he wouldn’t miss the legendary feast. He reflected on the changes in his life as he walked, he had been at Hogwarts for nearly two months now, his studies were going well and Severus was happy with his progress. He was both apprentice and pet to the dark man he had desired for years, things were going well. He fondly touched the tag hanging from the collar around his neck, it was invisible to any who did not know of the true nature of their relationship, Harry was thankful that his Master had placed the charm on so he could wear it always. A permanent reminder of his position, his ownership by the Potions Master.

Harry was suddenly brought out of his musings by a foul stench, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. He then heard a low grunting noise and the shuffling footfalls of giant feet coming from a hallway off to the side of the corridor he was in. His curiosity got the better of him and he moved to investigate, quietly tiptoeing along he poked his head around the corner to catch a glimpse of a terrible beast in a patch of moonlight.

It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was dull granite grey. Its lumpy body was like a boulder with its small baldhead perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. A mountain troll Harry realised a full-grown mountain troll.

‘How on earth did it get into the castle?’ he wondered.

Harry followed the troll, wanting to see more of the beast; he hadn’t had many chances to encounter magical creatures during his childhood and would like to see more. He should be safe as long as he didn’t get its attention. He watched as the troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears and slouched slowly into the room. He inched forward thinking he should probably let someone know about it but he really wanted to see more. He wanted to see of the information he had read about trolls was true.

Thinking over all he had ever read he was startled to hear a high petrified scream. He paled realising how stupid he was for not finding a professor straight away and darted forward to enter the room.

Hermione Granger was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking sinks off the wall as it went.

“Granger!” He shouted.

“Get out of here!”

There was plenty of room for her to duck out around the slow troll, but the girl was stuck in a panic and didn’t respond, the troll however did. The monster turned slowly to investigate the noise and Harry gulped. What could he do?

“Stupefy!” he yelled, pointing his wand at the beast but the red light merely washed over it, not even causing the creature to stumble.

Trolls he realised belatedly were a minor cousin of the giants and were fairly impervious to magic, he would not be able to stun or kill it, and even a cutting curse would have little effect. The best thing would be to lure it away from Hermione and try to take it out somehow or knock it out he decided.

He backed slowly away and encouraged the troll to follow him by staying just out of reach of the club. He just needed to keep its attention on him. He enticed it back out of the room.

“Granger get help, now!” he shouted. Hoping the girl would respond now that the troll was out of the way. He heard a light shuffling behind the beast and saw Hermione dart past with a fearful look. He nodded to her and cast red sparks towards the ceiling to keep the trolls attention on him lest it decide to chase her instead, sighing in relief when it worked.

He kept backing down the hallway, shooting sparks every few feet in different colours to keep the trolls attention. His nerves were getting to him now and he just hoped that Hermione had indeed found help and wasn’t just hiding somewhere. He began to think of an alternate plan, noticing the sharp pointed spears in the hands of some suits of armour in the hallway he considered if one could pierce the trolls throat. He had never taken the life of a creature before however and he wondered if he would be able to.

He was relieved to finally hear several hurried footsteps in the hall on the other side of the troll, the beast heard them as well and turned slowly to investigate, swinging its club at the same time.

The hallway lit with bright red light as shouts of ‘Stupefy’ were heard the collective beings able to accomplish what the one could not and the troll was pushed back with the spell-force and tipped backwards, unconscious. Harry yelped and jumped backwards narrowly avoiding being crushed under the troll’s skull as it fell towards him.

Harry panting looked over the monster, shock starting to settle in now that the adrenaline was leaving his body. He looked up and met the eyes of his Master and nearly cried in relief, falling to his knees. He did not notice the other professors and afterwards would not even be able to tell who else had been there. Moments later he was being swept up into the arms of the dark man and carried off towards their rooms, Severus ignoring the shouts from the other professors.

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Harry couldn’t remember how he got there but he was naked under the shower, sitting on his Master’s lap who was sitting on the tiled floor. Tears streaming down his face as the reality of what happened or might have happened hit him. His Master was holding him tight and running hands over him as if to assure him that he was all right. The water stopped and he was lifted up and dried then carried to bed. He was placed under the blankets and then wrapped up by strong arms. Long fingers caressing him he caught one in his mouth, a thumb, and sucked on it like a child, refusing to let it go. The other hand continued to stroke him and he was lulled into a fitful sleep.

Severus continued to caress and touch the boy long after Harry had fallen asleep, he watched as the boy continued to suck on Severus’s thumb, obviously a comfort to him, wondering if the boy had developed a slight oral fixation. Harry seemed to love having something in his mouth, almost as much as something in his arse and wondered if it was a result of the times he had visited the boy in his sleep when he was younger and had him sucking on his come covered fingers. The thoughts of those clandestine night time visits along with the suction on his digit had his erection forming and he ground it into the boy’s arse feeling the base of the butt plug that was still there. Severus had forgotten about that and realised that Harry had had it in him since before the incident with the troll. Severus reached down for the device and slowly and carefully pulled it slightly out from the boy’s arse and returned it pushing it in deeply to brush against the boy’s prostate.

Harry moaned in his sleep and increased the suction on Severus’s thumb, Severus groaned and repeated the action. He had come to love playing with the boy in his sleep, and even though he could easily wake Harry and take him, he continued with his careful manipulation of the boy’s body.

Severus, careful to keep his thumb in the boy’s mouth turned him onto his back and, nudging the thighs apart settled between the thin legs to take up the small cock and balls into his mouth together, the other hand coming up to continue playing with the plug. As his pet’s cock began to swell in his mouth he allowed the balls to drop and then quickened his pace, sucking and licking enjoying the moans and whimpers coming from the sleeping boy.

Harry gasped sharply, suddenly ripped from sleep by orgasm and sighed contentedly looking down to his cock in the mouth of his Master.

Severus then crawled up the bed to take the boy’s lips in his. He pushed a salty tongue into Harry’s mouth and felt his pets moan at his own taste.

Harry lapped at the tongue in his mouth, taking the salty come, cleaning his Master of his mess. Harry moaned as his Masters hard cock was ground against him and then groaned in disappointment as Severus rolled away onto his back. Harry was then pulled atop Severus and pushed downwards. Taking the hint he shuffled backwards slowly, taking one of his Master’s nipples into his mouth as he went.

Harry licked his lips at the sight of his Master’s magnificent cock, purpling and dripping with pre-cum he couldn’t help but swipe at the end with his tongue. He then took the member into his mouth as far as he could and began to suck in earnest. Severus’s fingers curling into his hair as he swallowed the man’s prick. Harry loved the familiar feeling and taste and worked hard to please his Master.

When Severus came spurting his seed down his pet’s throat he sighed in contentment. All was well, his pet was safe, they were fine, and of course his pet would be punished in the morning for his recklessness but for now everything was fine.

Harry gulped cum sliding down his throat, desperately working to swallow all of it, milking his Master for all he had. Once his throat was clear he concentrated on making sure that the cock was clean while being careful not to agitate the oversensitive member. He kept the now softening penis in his mouth, lightly sucking it and laid his head on Severus’s thigh. Feeling the fingers in his hair begin to stroke again comfortingly he turned to his side and wrapped his arms around the opposite leg, hugging it.

“Comfortable pet?” Severus asked to which Harry nodded happily and closed his eyes.

Severus chuckled lightly, it seemed that his little sub was quite content lying between his legs, and the sweet mouth on his soft penis was quite soothing. He grabbed the light blanket and brought it up over himself and Harry and settled in for the night wondering if Harry would keep suckling him through the night.

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Harry woke the next morning with dried saliva on his chin and cheek, a crick in his neck and shoulder and a dead arm trapped under Severus’s thigh, the half hard cock in his mouth however was sufficient compensation for the discomfort. He smiled and began to suck on the member bringing it to full hardness.

Hands in his hair soon jerked his head up.

“That is enough Mister Potter” snarled Severus.

“Last night I coddled you for your fright, but this morning you will be punished for your Gryffindorish behaviour last night and don’t think you can just appease me with your mouth and make me forget.”

“But I…” Harry spoke but was silenced by a glare from the man.

“You are not to speak without permission pet. It is time you were reminded of your position in this relationship.”

Harry nodded his head in acquiescence, and kept his head bowed, to show his obedience.

“You will wait for me by my chair in the sitting room” the dark man ordered and Harry scampered from the bed, falling to his knees at the barked ‘crawl’ from his Master.

Severus stood and took his time donning imposing black robes and selecting a paddle from the hidden cupboard in the bedroom. Collecting himself for the punishment and allowing Harry to stew about the situation for a few minutes before exiting the room.

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Harry knelt to the left of his Master’s leather chair, wrapping his arms behind his back turning his head down and away slightly, showing his submission as completely as possible. The room was cold and his usual sheepskin rug was gone so that he was kneeling on the stone floor, he didn’t dare to increase the fire or shift to relieve his discomfort. He sat their thinking over the events of the night before and how stupid he had been. He should have gone for help the moment he noticed a beast in the castle not gone to study it. He was stupid, stupid, stupid he was supposed to be a Slytherin, cunning and self-preserving not a Ravenclaw, blinded by the desire to learn, or a Gryffindor, running headlong into danger.

He knelt there waiting admonishing himself and dreading the punishment to come, wondering how terrible the punishment would be if it took this long to prepare.

He finally heard the light footsteps of his Master and fought the urge to look up at him. Harry had learned over the last few weeks that there were different levels of behaviour he was expected to present for different situations. This situation required his most obedient and deferential conduct, at this level he would be required to completely submerge in his role as a submissive and follow every rule and command given him, not moving or speaking without being told to.

He listened as his Master settled on the large chair beside him and hid his disappointment when Severus’s hand did not automatically come down to pet his hair as normal. Severus sat there quietly watching his sub intently, wanting to see if he would remember his training and react appropriately. He noted the tension in the bare shoulders and the strained breathing. His pet was having trouble staying still and was obviously waiting nervously for him to say something.

“Explain to me, pet, your actions last night, and tell me of your offences.”

“Yes sir, Master sir,” Harry responded correctly.

“Your pet was walking to the feast late when he heard a noise and smelt a terrible smell, sir. Your pet let his curiosity take him to investigate, sir, and discovered a mountain troll, sir. Instead of fetching The Master or a Professor, this boy studied the creature and followed it, sir.” Harry explained this calmly and quietly, the practiced form of speech allowing him to distance himself and calm down slightly.

“The troll entered the female bathroom, Master sir, and your pet heard a scream, sir. It was Miss Granger who was too afraid to run away, sir.” Harry continued.

“The troll heard this boy’s shout to Miss Granger and it turned towards him, sir. Your pet tried to stun the creature Master but this boy failed, so he lured the troll away from Miss Granger instead and told her to get help, sir. Your pet kept the troll’s attention on him using wand sparks to allow Miss Granger’s escape and shortly after the Master and the Professors saved this boy by stunning the troll.”

Severus was silent a few moments, considering his pet’s words. He was proud of the boy’s quick thinking in getting the troll away from Miss Granger as well as the way he slid into his current mode and speech patterns.

“Tell me your offences, pet?” asked the dark man quietly; wanting to see if his pet understood what he was being punished for.

“Yes sir, Master sir. Your pet did not come to The Master straight away, sir. Your pet was too curious, sir. Your pet acted like a foolish Gryffindor, sir. Your pet shamed his master, sir.”

“Is that it, pet?”

“Yes sir, this boy thinks so, Master sir.”

Severus nodded though the boy couldn’t see it and used his wand to vanish the armrests from his chair.

“Across my lap pet” Severus commanded and watched as the boy scrambled up and lay across the man’s lap without hesitation. He allowed himself to smile at his beautiful pet’s obedience, knowing Harry would not be able to see it.

“You will first receive a spank for each offence as I state them, do you understand pet?”

“Yes sir, Thank you Master sir” Harry replied hurriedly.

Severus brought a hand down sharply on his pet’s backside, leaving a bright red handprint.

“One, you did not get help immediately.” He brought his hand down again onto the other cheek.

“Two, you let your curiosity get the better of you.”

“Three, you acted like a foolish Gryffindor instead of a cunning Slytherin.”

“Four, you did NOT shame me, that was for thinking you did.”

Harry jerked his head up at that one, but quickly lowered it again, remembering not to speak without permission.

Severus brought his hand down again twice in quick succession.

“Five, you did however frighten me, I care about you, pet, and I don’t want you in danger.”

He brought his hand down twice again.

“Six, you endangered yourself pet, you need to keep safe.”

Harry had quiet tears running down his cheeks by this time, not from pain but from the disappointment he had caused his master and from the caring his master was showing him. He knew that his punishment was for him to learn, it was to teach him, not just an excuse for his Master to hurt him.

“Now pet you will receive another two strokes for each offence with a paddle and you will count. He pulled the paddle from his behind him where he had hidden it then put it in front of his pet’s face.

Harry startled to see the leather covered paddle and breathed in deep, smelling the soft scent of leather. He then stretched forward and placed a kiss on the face of it.

“Sir, yes sir, Thank you Master sir,” he replied and braced himself for the coming pain.

The twelve blows from the paddle were rained down hard and fast and Harry was left sobbing and gasping by the end. He couldn’t believe how much that had hurt and was glad that it was not more.

“Hush little one,” Severus murmured as he rubbed a cool soothing balm into the tortured flesh.

“There now, you have been punished and all is now forgiven, it won’t be discussed again. I am very proud of you Harry, you saved Miss Granger’s life, she’ll actually owe you a life debt for that, not that she would probably know about such things, you did very well my beautiful pet.”

Severus pulled Harry up and turned him around so that they could face each other, using a conjured cloth to wipe his pets face he then captured the pink lips in his - reassuring and claiming the boy both. Severus sighed into the sweet mouth he knew that with the Headmaster’s manipulations Harry would likely be put in such situations again and that the punishment today was necessary to remind the boy to come to Severus for help when it happened.

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The next morning as Harry made his way across the entrance hall to the stairs to the library he was stopped by Hermione Granger.

“Apprentice Potter, may I speak with you?” she asked formally, having obviously practiced what she would say to him.

Harry nodded his head in acquiescence; he had been expecting her to approach him,

“Certainly Miss Granger, but you may call me Harry.”

“Likewise” she blushed at him.

“Sure if you want I’ll call you Harry,” he responded smartly.

“Oh… Um… I mean well you can call me H..Hermione, not… umm Harry.”

Harry chuckled he enjoyed watching the witch try to recover herself as he guided her outside and towards a sunlit bench in a private corner of the courtyard.

“What did you want to speak about?” he prompted once they were seated.

“Oh well… I wanted to thank you… for saving me last night.”

“Sure, thank you for going for help.”

She laughed self deprecatingly at that.

“The teachers were already on their way, I was useless. I’m sorry for not running when you said to. I’m sorry for endangering you. Please let me make it up to you.”

“That’s okay we can settle the life debt at a later time.” He assured her calmly.

“L...Life Debt?” she asked timidly.

“Of course, can’t you feel it?”

“Feel what? What is a life debt?”

“You’re muggle-born aren’t you?”

“Yes I am”, she replied defensively.

“What difference does that make?”

“It’s okay I have nothing against muggleborns as people, it’s just that you don’t know our ways and you don’t know about the nature of magic. Magic is in everything, Hermione, it is not just something that you can draw upon at whim, it is a force that needs balance and there are many magics that do not require a wand and an incantation. The life debt is one of those. I saved your life, thus the balance of magic between us is uneven, and it’s similar to muggle karma I suppose. I did something for you thus you must do something for me to balance it out. Because I did something huge for you, saving your very life, the debt to me is large. There are two ways to settle the debt and renew the balance. Firstly you can save my life in return and thus completely balancing us in one go, or you can work towards balancing us with little things until the magic is satisfied.”

“But how will we know when the balance is achieved?” she asked interestedly.

“You can feel it if you really try Hermione. You need to look deep inside yourself and you will feel a pull towards me, one that is much larger then too most other people. You will also feel similar pulls to your parents for creating and protecting you and forming ones to your teachers for giving you knowledge.”

“But how do you do that?” she asked.

“Have you ever mediated Hermione?”

“No… never.”

“You must first learn to meditate, there should be some good books in the library.”

“Okay I’ll look them up straight away. Thank you Appren… I mean Thank you Harry.”

“It’s not a problem Hermione.”

“So how… how would you like me to pay off my debt?” she asked somewhat nervously.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” he smiled at her.

“Don’t worry about it too much Hermione, we have seven more years together here. Friends?”

“F-Friends?” she asked wide-eyed.

“You w-want to be my friend?”

“Sure why not, you seem intelligent and nice enough, I don’t really have a lot of friends seen as I’m not in normal classes.”

“O-Okay, umm… I’ve…I’ve never had a real friend before…”

“Not even your year mates in Gryffindor?” he asked concerned.

“Well the two girls Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil are so… girly really, they are just nothing like me and the boys… Ron Weasley is the little ringleader of the boys and he hates me because I’m smart. He called me a nightmare because I tried to help him with his spell casting, the rest of the boys follow his lead. Well except maybe Neville, he’s okay but he’s really shy and probably doesn’t want to talk to me much so that he doesn’t get in trouble with Ron.” She explained.

“Is that the reason you were in the toilets instead of at the feast?” he asked.

“Well… yeah… Ron he just was so horrible after Charms and the other boys just laughed when he said I didn’t have any fr-friends.” She sobbed out, tears welling in her eyes.

“Shh…” he whispered and put his arm around her.

“Ron Weasley seems to be a bit of an idiot, just ignore him okay.” She nodded so he continued.

“Neville you mentioned, as in Neville Longbottom?”

She nodded again, beginning to collect herself again.

“You should try to get to know him, he is the last heir of the house of Longbottom so he will know lots about the wizarding world and wouldn’t likely have the prejudices some other people will have. He is probably quiet because of what happened when he was a baby.”

At her questioning look he continued.

“I won’t go into it but he lost his parents when he was very young.”

She nodded again.

“Like what happened to your parents, did you-know-who kill them?”

“No…” he struggled. Not sure how to explain this.

“The Dark Lord did not kill them… it was after he was defeated… some of his… less stable followers attacked them in revenge…”

“Oh…” she whispered, unsure what else to say.

“Anyway Hermione, it was nice speaking with you. I have to get to the library, I’ll see you ‘round okay.”

“Sure… Bye Harry.”

Harry left the young witch, he had wanted to start explaining to her about the Dark Side and the truth behind Dumbledore’s lies but figured that it probably wasn’t time for such discussions, perhaps he would cultivate friendships with both her and Longbottom, they could both be useful allies.

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BTW something I completely forgot about and I’m surprised no one pointed out was the first year flying lessons. Harry did flying lessons with the first years but it wasn’t particularly noteworthy, Harry will not get involved in Quidditch, mostly because I don’t think I could write it :-). Ill either go back and add it to a chapter later or add it in as a flashback in a coming chapter.

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