Dreams In Time

AUTHOR’S RAMBLINGS: I find it kinda funny that a lot of people focus on some things – like the muffin – and then completely overlook other things (like Dumbledore wearing robes featuring Mickey Mouse and the brooms from ‘Sorcerer’s Apprentice’). Some have brought up things that they feel are discrepancies in the story – Dumbledore knows about Harry in the past, but Severus has to explain to him what is happening when Harry disappears… All those things are actually planned. Fawkes plays a part in most of it.

Anyway, to help with the “timeline” jumping back and forth, I have started putting a note before each section. Let me know if this actually helps. I am trying to move all the characters along so that they are all very close to the same day, i.e. Sunday, Past and Sunday, Present. It is difficult, because it seems some characters just want to stay and play, and play, and play (Harry and Severus) while the others just want to charge straight through. I am trying, though. Just remember, this is actually my first attempt at anything other than the random book report and research paper from school – and that was at least 10 years ago. Just bear with me. It will all make sense in the end.

Oh, and the more reviews I get, the faster I write…

Thanks!
Casey Snape


From Chapter 17: THE ALTERNATE USES OF VERITASERUM

Neither man noticed the white light that began to glow as they made love. Too wrapped up in each other and the sensations they were creating together, they didn’t notice the light built as their passion increased, until, finally, it discharged in a blinding flare of love and magic that filled the room and rocked Hogwarts to its core at the same time as their mutual climax. Or, that when it dissipated, there was a shining platinum Celtic wedding band around the third finger of each of their left hands.

Chapter 18: THE THING ABOUT COMMON INGREDIENTS…

Present – Sunday Afternoon:
Griphook explained his plan very succinctly and slowly to the trio. Apparently, the goblin had given it a lot of thought and considered every possibility. At length, everyone concerned was satisfied with the arrangement and well versed in their individual parts. As they prepared to part for the afternoon, Severus saw the odd little creature place a folded piece of parchment into the Headmaster’s robe pocket. The goblin caught his stare and winked – winked – at him. Taken aback with an almost abject repulsion, Severus decided then and there – ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’ was his best course of action.

The men left Gringotts Bank feeling an odd mix of trepidation and jubilation. They had a few hours to kill before they could attempt to rescue Sirius. Being in Diagon Alley, they decided to walk through the stores to calm their nerves. Severus couldn’t help but remember the first trip to Diagon Alley with his Harry. They had laughed and talked, discussing Luc and his somewhat enthusiastic predilection for submission. He was so lost in his memories that he did not notice the other two men had stopped walking and were staring in terrified incomprehension at the Potions Master. When he finally noticed that he was alone, he was several feet in front of his companions. He turned and had to fight back the laughter that threatened to explode at the sight of the two men. When he had finally disciplined his emotions and expression to his normal dispassionate affectation, he strode back to the Headmaster and former professor and practically barked, “What, pray tell, is amiss with you two? You are loitering in the middle of the path gawping like a couple of dunderheaded first-years!” Albus and Remus each blinked at Severus several times, then turned to face each other and burst out laughing. Remus was howling with laughter, doubled over and clutching his sides. The headmaster was no better: he was cackling so hard that tears were running down his wrinkled cheeks and he was using the end of his long, snowy white beard to dab at the rivulets of saline. Severus stood silently for a short moment, then turned sharply on his heel and strode off, robes billowing impressively in his wake.

“Wait, Severus!” called Professor Dumbledore, continuing to wipe at the tears of mirth streaming down his furrowed face. “Please, it’s just, well, wait.”
“Snape – wait up. We’ll explain.” Lupin entreated sincerely, although he was still snorting noisily in obvious amusement.
Severus stopped but did not turn around. The two guffawing men quickly caught up with him, endeavoring to compel their amusement into submission. One look at the stern man’s face quickly achieved that goal. “Severus, we did not mean to laugh. Truly, we were not laughing at you. It’s just, well, I don’t think I have ever heard you hum so merrily before.”

“Truly, Snape, you looked like you were millions of miles away. You were humming and…smiling. It caught us off guard. I’ve never seen you look that…uh…relaxed and blissful. Am I right in guessing you were thinking of a certain,” he cast a quick sly look around, “young man?”

Severus grinned at the mention of Harry despite his palpable exasperation with his companions. “Yes, I was thinking of the first time we visited Diagon Alley together. Even then, I knew…well, I knew he was an extraordinary person.”

Albus nodded grimly. “It will all be put to rights soon, my dear boy. Don’t worry,” the sparkle reappeared in the old mage’s eyes, threatening to singe them with its intensity, “everything will work out. You will see. Now, let’s do some shopping to pass our time.”

The younger men quickly agreed, knowing that there was no use in arguing with the flamboyant old man. Both hid grimaces as they followed the Headmaster into the Monkey Spankers Adult Novelty Emporium. One look at their display of specialty candies and they knew they’d be lucky if they got the randy old goat out of there in time for Christmas. Lupin turned toward Severus to remark on that fact when his attention was caught by another display, apparently in the store’s ‘How-To’ section. He blushed blood red and dropped his head in embarrassment. ‘No,’ he decided, ‘I really do not want to know what ‘Tickling the Troll’ pertains to, at all!’

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Present – Sometime Sunday:
Minerva circled her room nervously, wringing her hands and scowling at herself. Well, she wanted to know what was going on. Now, her only question was – what to do with her knowledge? Well, that wasn’t really her problem, if she were completely honest with herself, which she tried to be at all times. Her problem was did she really want to do what she knew was required? She sighed heavily and stomped over to her desk. ‘I guess there is no use in fighting it, Minnie old girl. What must be done - must be done.’ She fell into her chair and started making notes on everything she knew and the plans that needed to be made.

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Past – Saturday Morning:
James awoke to image of the ugly little goblin just centimeters from his face. “AHHH!” He tried to move away, but the binding charm holding him upright in the chair would not let him loose.

“Now, now, Mr. Potter. Don’t fight. I’ll take the charm off now that you are awake.” Griphook cancelled the spell and James moved his arms around experimentally, flexing and stretching them, carefully watching the goblin the whole time. He fidgeted uncertainly, thinking and trying to keep himself level-headed and calm. At length, James let out a deep breath and wearily wiped his hand over his face. “Could you please tell me what is going on?”

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Present – Sometime Sunday:
Poppy looked around at her followers. The sudden press had caused an influx in members. She grinned. ‘Good. The more, the merrier. The old fools will never know what hit them.’ She noticed two of her followers in particular. It seemed young Malfoy had decided to throw his lot in with The Master. She reasoned that he and the Potter offspring had never gotten along. Of course, he would want to rid the Wizarding World of that little cretin. The other was a superior specimen of everything male – a little on the young side, perhaps, but that really didn’t make a difference to their kind. He had red hair, a fine sprinkling of freckles, and blue eyes, just as all the males in their family did. This one, however, was more than a little muscular. An arched eyebrow was the only outward indication of anything at all as she mentally pictured the man in question doing the work that had built those muscles. Oh, she could see him – shirt off, arms rigid from the strain of heaving the chains and ropes used to control the massive creatures, the solid muscle of his legs braced against the ghastly creatures, the sheen of masculine sweat covering his chest and back from both exertion and the heat rolling off the beasts. She felt a different type of heat, humid and blistering, rise up, coiling inside her at the image. Ah, she would definitely have to obtain a few dragons, if for nothing else than her own personal entertainment. She wondered if Charlie Weasley would be acquiescent to a private conference with his ‘Master’.

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Present – Sunday Evening:
Cornelius Fudge left his meeting with ‘Defense Expert Extraordinaire’ Gilderoy Lockhart totally exhausted but much lighter in heart, in step, and in his money bag. It had taken two days and various methods to convince Gilderoy to help him. Cornelius sighed satisfyingly at the memory of the techniques, positions and skills he had employed. He was assured that Gilderoy – Gil - was as passionate for his cause now as he was himself. He had certainly been enthusiastic in their negotiations. He merrily skipped a little step and immediately winced in discomfort. He would definitely need a couple of pain-relief potions before he could sit through any of his scheduled meetings in the morning.

He whistled a merry little tune, happily making his way toward the apparition point. All of that ended suddenly when he saw a yellowing newspaper sitting on a bench. “The Master is New Minister of Magic!” was proclaimed proudly on the front. He snatched the offending article up and scanned over it quickly. He hands began to shake, his heart beat with the speed of a rogue snitch, and his blood began to literally boil in his veins. How dare they? He was the Minister! No one else. He balled the paper in his fist as he raised it toward the sky and let out an outraged howl that sent passers-by scurrying for cover. By Merlin’s hairy wrinkled gonads, he would not tolerate this. He quickly gained the apparition point. With a loud ‘pop’, he disappeared and soon landed outside the Ministry of Magic building.

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Past – Saturday Morning:
James wandered somewhat aimlessly through Diagon Alley for more than an hour, his mind reeling with all that the little goblin had revealed. Suddenly, he stopped, a decidedly goofy, lopsided grin engulfed his face and a dreamy, sparkly look took over his eyes. Lily would say “Yes”. His grin became even bigger. He would marry Lily and together, they would create a son. A son. What more could a man ask for? He would marry the woman he adored and their love would create a child. Nothing else mattered, at least for the moment. He threw his head back and laughed joyously, startling several shoppers in the process.

When he had somewhat gathered his senses, he dug in his pockets and found the small box holding the rings. He opened the box and peered at them for a long moment. He snapped the box closed and clutched it to his heart as he began running toward the Leaky Cauldron. Couples, mothers clasping their children’s hands, and shopkeepers scattered out of the way as they caught site of the wildly cheerful young man barreling toward them. James called out “sorry” and “excuse me” right and left, never slowing in his effort to reach his destination. The same goofy, lopsided grin was plastered on his face: he had to see a woman about a ring.

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Past – Saturday Morning:
The light in the room dissipated before either man could recover from their activities. The shine from platinum bands flared brightly before the bands began to fade, becoming a ghost of what they were just moments before.

Harry came back to himself slowly. ‘That was an intense dream’ and ‘that was no dream’ entered his thoughts almost simultaneously. He felt the delicious weight of Severus bearing down on his body, the brilliant ache in his arse that testified to the activities better any words ever could. He could smell Severus, the wonderful spicy, slightly woody smell that always accompanied the man, along with the musk of sated desire and sex. Unable to help himself, he pressed his lips to his lover’s – yes, definitely his lover – shoulder. A small pink tongue darted out, tasting the slightly salty but altogether scrumptious flavor of Severus. Emboldened by the feel of the damp skin under his mouth, Harry began licking, nipping and sucking the skin presented to him. His cock twitched in anticipation as he heard the dark haired man moan in encouragement and aroused appreciation of his efforts.

Severus woke to the sensation of someone feasting lazily on the skin of his shoulder and neck. His prick was definitely interested, even though he had just experienced the most explosive orgasm in his life moments before. He moaned as the emotion rolled over him, stretching and rubbing himself against his lover. Somehow, his hands found the other man’s hips. He grasped and pulled, bringing more of the delectable contact he craved. The boy squirmed and wriggled, sliding downward until he could take one of Severus’s peaked nipples into his mouth and lave it with affection. Severus pulled Harry even closer to him as he rolled, bringing both of them to the floor on the side of the low couch.

The impact with the floor momentarily knocked the breath out of both men, but neither discerned the difference beyond the short huff of air forced from their lungs. Harry, enjoying the freedom of being on top, pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down his bonded’s chest, stopping only when he reached the juncture of hip and leg. He bit the tender skin, causing Severus to yell and arch. He then licked the hurt away, making the dour man beneath him curse in a very loud, unintelligible, stuttering breath. Harry breathed hotly as he skirted around the straining shaft and nipped the skin behind the heavy balls. He felt the man squirm beneath him, lifting up and reaching his hand below his back. Harry frowned. That didn’t seem like a passionate sort of writhing. He looked up from his most pleasant task in time to see the assistant professor proudly pull his wand out from underneath his back and pant out, “Accio lubricant”! Harry allowed himself a mental leer as he devotedly recommenced licking and nipping at the core of the other man’s need. The reverberating ‘thwack’ from the vial hitting the man’s hand barely registered before said bottle was forced impatiently into Harry’s hand.

Severus couldn’t believe how incredibly aroused he had gotten, the alacrity in which it had happened as well as the height he had reached, in more ways than one, considering he had just peaked quite brutally a short time before. All he knew was that he needed this – needed Harry – in any way possible, but preferably balls deep inside him, pounding him through the floor as if his very life depended on it. Perhaps it did, he surmised, because if Harry didn’t hurry and fuck him soon, he would definitely have to kill the boy! He reached down and grabbed at Harry’s tousled hair, tugging as gently as he could manage.

Harry looked up when he felt the tension on his hair. The sight that greeted him nearly made him spill himself before they even got started properly. Severus was the very essence of sexual debauchery. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed becomingly, and those eyes – they were beyond dark: black fire burning with desire, need, and love – and practically begging Harry to claim him. Harry hissed at the image presented for his perusal, and bit back a bawl of regret as he groped between his own legs and pulled roughly at the tightened, furred balls in order to stave off his climax. He would not allow himself to come until Severus did.

He slithered up the man’s body, taking pleasure in each sound wrenched from his lover’s mouth as he did so. He bit at nipples, peaked and aching for attention. He stroked his tongue against Sev’s heaving chest, reveling in the feel of the strong, pounding heartbeat beneath the skin. His hands fumbled with the jar of lubricant as Harry nipped and sucked at the juncture of Sev’s neck and shoulder, then pulled up to breathe in his ear, “Soon. Can’t wait much more.” He would have laughed at Severus’s response if he would have had adequate blood flow to his brain at the time. The normally reserved young man answered by spreading his legs wide and growling, “Now, damn you! Now!”

Harry dipped his finger in the opening of the jar – Oh, this stuff was very good. He lifted up enough to work his hand to the small puckered opening, using his finger to circle and tease. He dropped back down and took Sev’s lips in a hard, almost vicious kiss as he plunged his finger knuckle deep into the tight hole. Severus arched against him, pushing his hips up to get more of the intruder. Harry felt hands feathering down his sides and moaned into his lover’s mouth. Long fingers took the jar of oil from his hand. Before he could gasp out his next breath, he found himself on the floor under the young potions prodigy, arching into a very slick hand as it coated his cock. Severus gasped as Harry arched into his hand. He lifted slightly and took both of Harry’s hands into his own. He leaned across the green eyed man, licking his jawline and stopping right before his ear. “I love you, my Harry. I’m going to fuck myself on your cock, and I will belong to you just as you belong to me. I will be yours forever.” Harry’s eyes glazed over a little more as he turned and met those sensual thin lips in a kiss that scorched them both down to their very souls.

Severus lowered himself a little, adjusting until the hard shaft nudged his opening. He wrapped his long fingers around the length as he dropped down further, taking the prick inside his body. He moaned against Harry’s mouth and felt his lover gasping, fighting the urge to thrust. “Oh, my Harry. You feel so wonderful,” he purred next to damp lips. He slid down further and further, until finally, Harry was fully seated inside Severus. “Mmm, delicious.” He grabbed Harry’s hands again and entwined their fingers, causing his chest to rub provocatively against Harry’s chest. He lifted his hips very slowly, so much so that his muscles shook from the strain. When he reached to point where Harry’s cock was just barely in his hole, he slammed himself down, fast and hard. Severus tore his mouth away from Harry and roared in appreciation as Harry screamed, “Fuck!” Severus raised up again and began repeating the action over and over, driving himself and Harry into oblivion.

The scream loosened something in Harry’s soul; he couldn’t help himself. He started babbling, “Severus, love…forever…want you…oh, Merlin! Bond with me, Sev. Evermore…yours…your husband…always. Oh, close…only you, Severus. Just…oh,” Harry got louder and louder as his passion built. He was begging, proclaiming his love and fidelity to Severus, until at last, his desire became too much and, shouting “Severus,” poured himself into his lover.

Severus heard Harry’s statements, and answered with equal fervor. “Harry, yes, love you. Only you…Yes, my Harry, yes. Evermore…yours…yes, your husband…for always. Come, Harry, now.” He licked the sensitive spot below Harry’s ear, whispering sinfully, “Fuck me, Harry. Claim me.” He felt the cock in his arse expand ever so slightly, and knew his love was on the edge. He took their still intertwined hands and wrapped them around his own cock. Together, they stroked once, twice, and then completion swept through Severus with the force of lightning. Strands of pearly white spunk shot out, covering both of their chests and stomachs. He howled, “Harry” as his muscles clenched, sending Harry over the precipice and milking him dry. He was dimly aware of a…a light?...filling the room, exploding in whites, blues, reds, and greens. ‘The same green as my Harry’s eyes,’ he thought nonchalantly as he shuddered and dropped down next to his lover in exhaustion.

The light, while before was a pure white, now ruptured color at every turn. The bands, barely noticeable earlier, darkened to pure platinum, the luster of which had never before been seen. Celtic symbols of love, fidelity, trust and respect covered the surface of each ring. Strands of magic from far below the ancient castle and deep within the earth burst through, swirling around the couple, weaving together and drawing tighter and tighter, binding the young lovers together. The belts of enchantment compacted until, at last, it infiltrated the bodies it bound together. The lights burst once more in joy for the wedded men and dissipated into a bound roll of parchment on the floor.

Harry woke as the glow faded into the shadows of the room. He was sated, sleepy, and wonderfully sore. He glanced down at the dark hair feathered across his chest and smiled. His lover was a demon in bed – and they haven’t even made it that far yet! He ran his fingers lightly through Sev’s hair. He could get used to this. He made to do it again, when he felt the strands grow taut. Looking down, he saw that his ring had snagged the fine hair he was playing with. ‘Ring?’ Harry ran his eyes over his hand again. ‘What the…?’ He recognized the symbols. Realization of the type of ring poured over him. Forgetting about the hair still caught, he jerked his hand upward as he struggled to sit up.

Severus grumbled at the feel of his hair being tugged. The feeling lessened and he began to drift toward sleep again. Suddenly, he was shoved to the side and it felt as if his hair was ripped from his head. Yelping, he rolled and sat up, hand flying to his head, “What is the matter? Why did you…?” He stopped as he saw Harry staring in wonder at the wedding band on his left hand. His mouth fell open and snapped closed as he fought to understand what was going on? His eyes drifted down to his own left hand, and he was somehow not surprised to see the ring’s mate settled on his own finger.

Snapping his eyes back to Harry, he saw that his lover had noticed the twin ring as well. ‘Technically,’ he surmised, ‘Harry would be my husband, right?’ Harry stammered, “H...How? I d…don’t under…stand.”

“I,” Severus cleared his throat and started again. “I am not sure. I did mean everything I said, though.” He fingered his ring nervously. Quietly, he asked, “Did you mean…?”

“Yes. I did.” Relief flooded through Severus. “I just didn’t expect…,” Harry waved his hand in front of them. “Neither of us said a spell, did we?”

Severus looked up sharply at Harry’s question. He fumbled through the clothing lying around and beneath them, trying to find his wand. Instead, he found the small crystal vial he had used as lubricant. His creation – Veritaserum. He held up the bottle, gazing into it as his mind raced through the ingredients and steps required to make the potion. After several long moments, he sighed and dropped the bottle between them. “I believe I know how this happened. I used the Veritaserum as lubricant…the first time. If I remember correctly, the potion…found…its way to both of our mouths. Everything we said was, indeed, the truth. Some of the ingredients in the potion are the same as a very old bonding ceremony effusion.”

Harry interrupted, “So the ‘lube’ bonded us?” At Sev’s nod of affirmation, Harry barked in laughter. “What a story this is going to make for the grandchildren!” Severus laughed at the thought, in spite of himself.