Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 19 of ??
AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snarry
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: caseysnape@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. I just like to play with them and make them do naughty things to each other. They are the property of JKR, all of her assignees, yada yada yada, so on and so forth, BUT if she ever wants to get rid of Sev, well, I’ve got first dibs.
WARNINGS: Parts of OTP & all of HBP never happened. OOC. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming / Masturbation / Voyeurism / Mention of BDSM / Mention of Het. Sex / Questionable Consent to Bonding & Marriage / Dirty talk


Author’s Note:
Sorry it seems to be taking so long to update now. Just so you know, I am anxiously awaiting the Deathly Hallows book (tomorrow night!!!), and NO MATTER WHAT JK Rowling puts in there, I will continue my story. I am almost afraid of what she’ll do to poor Harry and Severus, but well, she created them, so I guess… Anyway, I will continue my story until the end. And, I’ll try to post updates faster. (But don’t expect any this weekend. Friday night and Saturday Morning are for reading. Saturday afternoon through Sunday are reserved for spoiling the story for my 16 yr old son, who spoiled #6 for me….)

Polla – Arabic name that means “Poppy”.

From Chapter 18: THE THING ABOUT COMMON INGREDIENTS…

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.

Chapter 19: THE RETURN OF SIRIUS BLACK

Present – Sunday Evening:
Griphook met the Headmaster and two professors at a back entrance to Gringotts. The two younger men were still trying to shake off the trauma induced by being in the adult novelty store with the Headmaster. Severus was more than slightly disturbed by the amount of leather clothing, if you could indeed call it ‘clothing’, and…other goods…that Albus had purchased. Remus was extremely sure that he would never, ever, accept another cake, candy, or other sweet from the old man after seeing the types of treats the man favored. Remus mostly, and Severus to a lesser extent, felt particularly unwell knowing that the Headmaster’s partner was Minerva. Remus fought back a flinch and a wave of nausea as the notion tromped heavily over his brain. Severus saw his companion turn a pale shade of green, much like the ‘Action Oil’ the Headmaster had enthusiastically acquired for the werewolf and his pet mutt as a welcome home gift. He clenched his teeth in an effort to keep the rising bile from exiting his throat. A shudder passed through him that he was unable to stifle. Lupin caught his eye, understanding pouring from his every pore of his being. If things kept up this way, both men would be in severe need of therapy by the end of this trip; the type that included strong whiskey, several almost-illegal potions and more than one especially ferocious “Obliviate”.

Griphook introduced the wizards to their accomplices for the night: Nedmid and Kagmir. Each goblin looked much the same as the other – in fact, they were Griphook’s brother and sister. Severus would never admit it publicly, of course, but damned if he couldn’t tell which one was female and which one was not! Kagmir, so they were told, was the female. The Gringotts’ goblin nodded to his siblings. Each one took a man’s arm and began chanting a spell.

The wizards knew this was going to happen, but damn, it was an odd feeling. Soon, the chanting ended and there, in the dim alleyway, stood six goblins instead of three. Griphook slowly circled each of the new creatures, making sure all details were correct. Finally, he gave a snarl of acceptance. He started out of the passage, snapping out over his shoulder, “Follow me, stay close, and do not open your mouths!”

The former-wizards shuffled and tripped as they tried to keep pace with the goblins. After what seemed like an eternity (but was really only a few feet), they started getting used to the feeling shorter legs and stouter bodies. Albus was the first to ‘find his feet’ as it seemed. Severus was the last, as it was hard to remove the poise and grace long entrenched into his every move and conduct himself as – as a – goblin.

The odd looking group traipsed in an almost drunken way through the back streets and alleys toward the Ministry building. Finally, they arrived at their destination. Lupin whispered at the headmaster, “Have you ever seen this entrance before?” Albus shook his head. “I can’t say that I have…” Nedmid spat out an answer, “This is the Goblin Entrance. Due to our reputations, we are allowed almost unlimited access….” Kagmir cut off her brother with a sharp look as she stepped toward the short, arched doorway. She started to do an odd motion with her gnarled hand, but stopped suddenly. All six tensed. There, so faint that it could have been imagination, was a wail. Griphook performed some motion with his hand that looked rather rude, and the wail got louder; so much louder, in fact, that now they could tell what was being yelled, and the identity of the person yelling.

Lupin sniggered. Albus fell to his now stubby little knees, giggling like a hyena on Pepper-Up. Severus felt the corners of his mouth quirk upward, and did nothing to stop their ascent. The sound was coming from Minister Fudge, idiot that he was, and he was railing against the “Master” and the new administration. He was using curses so colorful and precise that even Severus blushed (which considering his time with the Death Eaters, well, it wasn’t an easy thing…). The three true goblins started snickering and snorting when Fudge started whining, quite loudly and in explicit detail, about letting “that damned Lockhart bugger him up the arse six ways from Sunday for the last two days to get his help just to find out this mess was going on…” Secretly, Severus considered that maybe the ‘Master’ couldn’t be all that bad if it put the Minister into such a babbling snit.

Shaking off the laughter, the group again got down to business. Kagmir stepped up to the door and started the complex movements with her hand. The door shimmered before disappearing. She motioned the others inside and then stepped inside herself, pausing only long enough to undo the spell once they were inside. Silently, the assembly followed her through the passageways to a door. On the other side of the door was a set of fifteen or so steps on a staircase so flimsy that it barely looked able to hold the weight of a feather. Kagmir mounted the steps, proceeding upwards until there was enough room for one – goblin – on each step. When all six were in position, she rasped out, “Department of Mysteries!” The stairs started turning, almost like the staircase to the Headmaster’s office at Hogwarts.

Soon, they arrived at a landing in front of the door to the Hall. Again, the group followed Kagmir as she ignored the doorway and skirted around the corridors, eventually coming to a rough wood door. She repeated the same movement as before with the same results. They hurried through the door and into the large room. After Kagmir locked the door, the goblins then performed the spell (or whatever they called it) to change the pseudo-goblins back into the wizards.

The veil stood on the dais, just as it did that fateful day. Remus stepped up and took his place in the center directly in front of the vile archway. Albus took his place to Remus’s right, and Severus, to the left. The goblins stood behind and to the left of each man. Remus nodded slightly, and all six began the incantation. The wizards did as they were told, concentration on their personal motive for retrieving the animagus.

Remus concentrated on how much he loved Sirius, how much he missed and needed him. Albus thought of his genuine affection for the man, and how he considered him to be another son that he never had. Severus thought of green eyes, bright with unshed tears and lit with a sense of loss. Severus closed his own eyes, remembering Harry – how he had held the young man while Harry had cried after his parents had left Hogwarts. The day that was the last time Harry, as a young man, would see his parents alive. His heart ached for his husband. He wanted more than anything to be able to give his parents – his family, mangy mutt and all – back to his mate.

Past – Saturday Afternoon:
James, still in a flurry of happiness and excitement, swept into the Great Hall just as lunch was ending. He looked around for a moment and spotted her. His flower. Love and lust raced through his veins; she was beautiful. She had not seen him yet: she was talking to a friend, Amelia something or other. Her long red (but not Weasley red) hair was swept over one shoulder, the ends gently cupping one pert breast. Her face was lit by her charm; her bright green eyes sparkled more than Dumbledore’s, and her mouth, sweet Merlin, her mouth. He groaned as he felt his need for her swell.

Lily felt his gaze on her before she turned toward the door. James, her funny, quirky James, was standing there with the most remarkable look on his face. He was grinning like a madman, undisguised adoration and desire mingling with an odd air of – could it be – maturity, knowledge and purpose about his person. She made her excuses and was on her feet before she even knew what came over her.

James rushed to Lily’s side, taking her hand tenderly in his. He circled an arm about her slim waist and ushered her out the door of the Great Hall. As soon as the heavy doors banged shut, he whirled her around and seized her pert little mouth. The kiss left them both breathless and heavy with need. Lily moaned, tilting her head up in a silent plea for more, but James just chuckled at his soon-to-be bride. He untangled himself from her and tugged, gently pulling her behind him.

They crossed what seemed like countless corridors and mounted an impossible number of stairs before James came to a halt. He dropped a quick peck on Lily’s nose and walked away from her. After just a few steps, he pivoted on his heel and paced back toward her. He repeated the action twice more, and a door appeared next to him on the wall. A smile split his face as he pulled Lily in front of him, looped an arm around her middle and covered her bright green eyes with his large blunt hand. He urged her through the doorway. “James, what has gotten into you?” Lily breathed laughingly. James murmured hotly in her ear, “You’ll see in a moment, blossom.”

The room was not large, maybe the size of a private sitting room. There was a dais in the center, with pillows, blankets, and cushions in shades of garnet red, tan and chocolate brown covering the area. Floor to ceiling Greek pilasters marked the corners of the platform, as similar columns of varied heights and widths were spread around the room, each sumptuously draped with the same rich fabrics that covered the dais. The shorter pillars had candles of different sizes decorating the top. To one side sat a low table laid heavy with strawberries, grapes, orange slices, raspberries, and other luscious fruits, all arranged cleverly around dishes of softened chocolate, clotted cream, and other enticing infusions. A bottle of chilled champagne and two silver champagne flutes rested on a stand near the fruits. Pixie lights were crisscrossed about the room, providing the effect of enchanted, opulent romance that James could not have possible imagined. ‘Good thing the room reads intent,’ he thought blissfully.

He carefully led Lily into the room. Pulling her body back to rest snugly against his own, James dropped three short kisses on his love’s neck, loving the way her body reacted whenever he did that. He lowered his hand from her closed eyes as he continued his sensuous assault on her neck with his lips. “Lily…” Barely more than a breath, but laced with so much emotion that it filled her heart until she was sure it would burst, “You are my everything. I couldn’t live, couldn’t breathe without you. I would give my life for you.” She turned her head and met his mouth with hers. Desire slammed into her, making her knees buckle. James, not missing a beat, swept her into his arms and strode across the room. His lips never left hers as he settled the woman he loved on the cushions in the middle of the dais and began stripping both of their clothes from rapidly overheating bodies.


Past – late Saturday Morning:
It took a few moments for the laughter to die down. Whether due to amusement or apprehension, neither man could say. Both fell into silence, each one unsure of how to carry on at the moment. Severus, for his part, mentally calculated how much Veritaserum they could have ingested, what effect using it in other cavities would have, and the remaining time until the potion wore off. Harry, on the other hand, wondered how he could be bonded – married – when he wasn’t even born yet. He ran his hand through his chaotic hair as he pondered, ‘Hell, my parents aren’t even engaged yet.’ He snorted in dark glee, causing Severus to gaze at him in uncertainty. ‘This date thing is really gonna mess up the family tree.” He smiled wryly as he explained himself, “Technically, I haven’t even been born yet, won’t be for a while. Our section will look more like a crazy type of vine than a tree.’ His gaze fell off to the side of them, landing on the parchment lying innocently to his side.

Slowly, Harry picked it up and started unrolling the thick, coarse paper. Severus shifted gingerly until he was sitting next to Harry and could also read the item. It was a Certificate of Eternal Supernatural Bonding and Magical Matrimony. Severus almost snorted, “Leave it to the Ministry to overstate the obvious.”

Harry read the first line and nervously glanced at Severus. He could see the amusement in his eyes and knew it had to be from the title. The Ministry of Magic seemed to micromanage the most insignificant of details and ignore the important stuff. He realized that neither of them had put anything on, and couldn’t stop himself from raking his eyes over his husband. He lingered over taut, muscled body. He licked his lips. Harry wondered if he could convince Severus that the document would be easier to read in bed – after another round of mind-blowing sex. It seemed one part of Sev’s body was already agreeing with him.

Severus could feel Harry’s gaze on his body. That impossibly talented tongue darted out and moistened lips still swollen from the intensity of their kisses. His cock began to swell. He swallowed a sigh of disappointment. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. They needed to talk right now. He placed one finger under Harry’s chin, angling it so that Harry was now looking into his eyes instead of at his genitals. “I would much rather take you to my – our – bedroom and fuck you.” Harry moaned, almost missing the rest of Severus’s statement, “Until neither of us could walk straight for, at least, the next week, but I am afraid we do need to talk.”

Harry growled in frustration. He looked to Severus with eyes overflowing with love and lustful hope, “Promise, after we talk?” Severus grinned wickedly, his eyes scouring down his young mate’s body possessively. “Oh yes, my Harry. I promise. But, for now, I do believe we would get more accomplished if we were clothed.”

The green-eyed man snorted. He found the wand lying in the pile of clothes and summoned his from the stack. Apparently, he put a little too much power in it, or something, as all the clothes from his bedroom answered also. The clothes hit him hard, knocking him over and burying him under a pile of shirts, robes, trousers, pants, and socks. He cursed loudly. Harry heard a muffled sound as he began to work his way out of the mountain of fabric. He looked over to Severus, leaning over and holding his sides as he laughed and laughed at what had happened. Harry glared. “What is so funny?” Severus couldn’t talk. Instead he reached up and pulled a pair of bright red smalls off of his husband’s head, dropping them onto Harry’s crossed arms. Harry’s mouth twitched when he saw them. He shook it off, intent on glaring at the almost hyperventilating man on the floor. His mouth twitched again. Damn! He couldn’t shake it this time, and soon he was laughing, too.

“Ok – Ok,” Harry gasped. He stood up, shaking the pile of clothes off. Reaching down, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and stepped into them. “I’m dressed. Now, what about you?” Severus sorted through the pile for a moment, taking care to find his own pants and trousers. He arched an elegant eyebrow at his mate as he pulled the items slowly onto his long, lean body. Harry was practically drooling. Smirking, again, he softly cupped Harry’s chin, pulling him closer for a gentle kiss. “I am now clothed, as well. Perhaps a cup of tea while we sort things out?”
Harry sighed. “Yes, I suppose so.” Again, Harry reached for the wand, intent on summoning a house elf for the tea. He lifted the wand in his hand to perform the spell, when suddenly, Severus grabbed his wrist. “Is that the wand you have been using?” Harry started to reply, but stopped when he actually looked at the wand. It wasn’t his. “Y…yes. I didn’t look. I just assumed that this was mine.” He dropped his gaze, searching for his own wand. Where did he leave it last night? Oh, there it was – on the end table. Harry handed Severus the ebony wand and picked up his own. Funny, they felt the same.

Severus placed his wand on the small table. Cautiously, he held out his hand for Harry’s wand. Harry only hesitated a small moment before handing it over. Severus whipped the wand around, saying the spell to summon the house elves. It felt – it worked – just like his own. Severus stared in awe at his partner.

Past – Saturday Afternoon:
Lily opened her eyes and gaped at the sumptuous decorations and decadent foods around them. James had not given her much time to look before. Speaking of James, a small, indulgent smile lit her face as she lowered her gaze to the man still sleeping at her side. He hadn’t even taken his glasses off! The man had a definite look of satisfaction to him. Her heart surged at the sight. It mattered little as to what their life would bring, or how long it would be. All that mattered was that they would be together, till the end. The only regret she had, the only thing she would change if she could, was Harry. Well, not him – he was perfect -, but who raised her baby boy. She would much rather do that herself, with James, of course. She couldn’t abide the thought that horsy Petunia and roly-poly Vernon would have him, and mistreat her precious child. Her face screwed into a depraved facsimile of her normal features. Maybe she couldn’t stop things from happening, but would a few well-placed curses and hexes hurt? The pretense fell almost as soon as it started. ‘Oh, hell.’ She sighed. For all she knew, a few hexes and curses are what made them hurt her baby, and no matter what, Petunia was still her sister. She forced her thoughts back to the man lying beside her. How could she ever explain all this to James?

James rested, eyes slit open, watching the emotions roll across Lily’s lovely features. He could almost tell what she was thinking just by the way her face changed. He saw that smile, that wonderful secret smile, that told him that she was joyful and thinking of him. He couldn’t hide his agreement to that. He saw her eyes go misty, and knew she was thinking of the future – their future. The look of longing – that confused him a little, but the evil look? Oh, his love was plotting something, and it was good. That gave way to an almost forlorn air, and she sighed.

“Explain what to me, blossom?” Lily jumped. She wasn’t aware that she had said that out loud, and she definitely did not know James had been awake. James chuckled guiltily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just enjoying the view…” Lily couldn’t help but smile at him, even as she swatted his arm in light reproach, “You’re just lucky I didn’t have my wand in my hand, James Harrison Potter. I could have let some really good ones loose.” She pouted prettily for him. Laughter roared through James. He circled his arms around Lily and pulled her onto his chest. “Yes, blossom, you could. You are an extremely” kiss “talented” kiss “beautiful” kiss “witch.”

He smiled as she swatted his arm once again. “Oh, you’re just teasing me about this.” She pouted again.

“No, my love, never about this. I am serious.” His voice was so tender and filled with love; she had to swallow several times in order to answer, “Well, if you are Sirius, then I guess Remus and James are going to be really pissed.” She grinned slyly at him.

He laughed and kissed her again, enjoying the feel of her skin against his and her hair tickling across his bare chest. “Now, my Lily, what did you need to explain to me?”

“I…I,” she started, “I don’t know how – what to say.” She searched his eyes, willing him to somehow understand, help her with what she needed to tell him. James’s mouth flattened in mordant amusement. She was going to tell him about Harry, and she was afraid of his reaction. Well, he couldn’t blame her there. He had passed out this morning when Griphook told him about it.

“Lily, blossom, is this about Alex?” He paused slightly, “Harry?” He asked softly.

“Yes!” The word surged out in a rush of breath and relieved sound, then “What? You know?” Her voice climbed at least an octave. “When? How? Did Harry tell you? Why didn’t you say something?”

James sat up, pulling her to sit with him in his lap. He took a moment to arrange the blankets around them so that they both were covered enough to actually have a conversation. Finally, “I did not know until this morning. I had to go to Gringotts, and Griphook told me. I don’t know how he knew about Al…Harry. You are the only one I have talked to since I found out, and we’ve been rather distracted since I got back.” He emphasized the word with a quick look toward their blanket covered bodies. Lily blushed.

He chuckled. Merlin, how he adored this woman! He kissed her tenderly before he wandlessly and wordlessly summoned his clothes and rummaged through the pockets as Lily looked on with confusion on her face. He searched for a moment, palmed something and then tossed his clothes back across the small room. He dropped the small box beside him. He took her left hand and placed it into his own. “I love you, Lily,” he whispered as he stared into her bright green eyes. “I went to Gringotts Bank this morning for these.” He picked up the box and opened it. “Lily, will you marry me?”

Lily never looked at the rings. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from James. Tears ran down her cheeks as she breathed, “Yes.”

Tension that James never knew about, certainly never showed, drained from him with that word. He fumbled slightly with the rings as he pulled the engagement ring out. Ever so softly, he kissed the ring, took her left hand and kissed her finger, and slid the ring home. He snuffled and blinked against suddenly moist eyes. Lily looked down, “Oh, James! Are these…?” He took her small hand and covered it with his larger ones. “Yes, they are. Now, they are yours – ours.”

She sobbed in joy, “I love you, Jamie.” It was silly, really, but she knew how much these rings meant to James, and he had chosen the rings for their marriage. James wiped the tears from her face, “Ok?” When Lily nodded, he continued, “So, tell me all about our son…”

Present – Sunday Evening:
Poppy raked her gaze lustily over Charlie’s body as he moved to kneel before her. “You wished to see me, Master?” he inquired, head almost parallel to the floor.

“Yes, Mr. Weasley. Stand.” Her voice was throaty, almost husky. Charlie stood almost before she had finished the word. That was good. She liked obedience. Leering wickedly at him, she circled around him, coming to a stop behind him. Leaning in, breath feathering over his skin, she asked softly, “Why are you here, Charlie?”

Charlie jumped at the sound of her voice and the feel of her breath so close to him. She had sent for him, hadn’t she? He really hoped that she had. He did not want to feel the results of her anger. “I…I…Master, I thought you had wished to see me?”

“Oh, you are entirely correct about that, Charlie,” she drawled. “What I want to know is why you have joined my cause.”

Charlie sighed in relief. He was safe, for the moment. He had not angered her. “Potter, Master. I am here because I hate that sniveling, whining brat – Harry Potter.”

Poppy chuckled pervertedly. “Call me Polla.” She continued around Charlie, drawing her fingertip along his shoulders around to his chest as she stopped to face him. “I find myself…appreciating…what you have to offer.” She trailed her finger from his collarbone down to the waist of his trousers. “I am of mind to make you an offer…”

Charlie gulped as he understood his part of her offer.

Present – At almost the same time, but in a different place on Sunday Evening:
Draco slammed the door behind him as he stormed into the Room of Requirement. Both Ron and Hermione jumped at the noise. “Damned stupid…why…” he ranted, pacing furiously around the Gryffindor couple. He stopped short, faced Ron, and poked one blunt fingertip hard into his chest. “Ouch!” Ron whined. Draco started again, “And your brothers, imbeciles!” He started pacing again. Ron crossed over to the Malfoy heir and grabbed his shoulder, “That hurt, ferret. And don’t say anything about my brothers!”

Draco whirled at the contact, his fist automatically finding the red hair boy’s chin, sending Ron sprawling onto the floor. Hermione hurried to her boyfriend’s side as Draco screamed, “Don’t touch me, Weasel. And I will talk about your brothers. At least two of them, as they were at the same meeting I was tonight!”

Present – Much later on Sunday Evening:
The spell was harder on the goblins and wizards than they had thought. Each one was sweating, their muscles screaming in pain, as they forced all of their power, motives and will into the enchantment. Only the physical force of the spell held them on their feet. Finally, a hand emerged from the veil. Not Sirius’s hand, though. A female hand. Soon, the rest of the body came forth, followed almost instantly by another person. Lily and James! Close on their heels came Sirius, his back toward the wizards as he left the forsaken place that had been his home for the last two years. As soon as they had cleared the veil, the spell changed. The incantation this time was one that would seal off the veil forever, making it so that no one would ever lose another loved one to the horrid thing. Severus and Remus dropped heavily to their hands and knees, while the headmaster fell backwards, only just barely caught by the goblins.

Lily and James exchanged a glance, then rushed to help their friends. Yes, they considered all three as friends. How could they not? The next few minutes flew by in a rush of excitement, worry, and relief (“Jamie, Lily, you’re really here?” “Albus, can you sit up?” “Remy, old buddy, are you ok?” “Severus, do you need anything?”) The newly returned pair also checked the goblins, making sure that they were also doing well against the strain the spell had placed on them. Finally, it dawned on the group that Sirius had yet to greet them, or to turn around even.

Remus shakily got to his feet. He crossed the few feet toward his mate. “Siri, love. You’re home. I’ve missed you.” Remus place his hand gently on his husband’s shoulder. Siri dropped his head for a moment, and answered, “I’ve missed you to, Remy. There is something I need to tell you.”

Concern flashed in the werewolf’s eyes. “It’s alright, love. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.” Sirius took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face the small crowd.

Remus’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat. He staggered a little on his feet. Remus was vaguely aware of the Headmaster’s surprised, “Oh my!” and Severus’s equally stunned grunt. There, cradled lovingly in Sirius’s arms, with wispy curls of tawny hair, eyes of golden amber and just under a year and a half old, was a small child.