Shiver

A/N: This chapter is for War-Chan for her(I think), wonderful and funny review that made me laugh so hard.

War-Chan's Review because I thought it'd be nice to share.
Do I know what Severus is? Well...no. No I don't. But I'm DYING to find out (sev seemed to be hurting as well!) Is he one of those sex-demons...huh, what the name? Inqubus or Sucubbus?...T_T* close enough! Or are you making him a vampire like most people do? (not that that's a bad thing! with his cwooteys-wootsy fangs!) ........did you make him a BANSHEE!? No, an elf! Maybe not...hmm~a FAIRY!!! *looks back at her Book o' Beasts* a....Demon!? Hag? Pixie! Sphinx!?...........unicorn? Please Update soon so I'll know!


Shiver


Layla and Harry were still on the bed, staring at the place where Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had just said the one thing neither expected to hear.

“Sevy’s… our mate?” Harry just looked at Layla, his mind not quite letting his mouth and vocal cords form words to respond to her. “That’s... that’s good, right?”

He continued to stare at her, his eyes wide. ***

*

“Come now, Severus. It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? Not that bad?!” Severus was able to ignore the pain in his stomach and groin to yell at Albus, when he was told what he had done. “You bloody well told them that I'm their mate! Now they’ll stay the bloody hell away from me! I should just go and kill myself now! It’d be better to be dead than to live through this bloody pain!” he waved a hand at his lower regions.

“Now, now, Severus. I just told you that I told them that I thought they were both your mates. I haven’t told you, however, what they told me, when I asked tem, what they thought of you, now did I?” Severus stilled, the tension hurting him worse than the bodily pain.

“And, what… did they say?” his voice was soft, his mind and body already shutting down, expecting to hear the words of rejection come from Albus’ mouth. Part of him had started to die and mourn for the loss of his mates.

“Well, Layla said that, and I quote, ‘I think he’s damn sexy and would love to see him wear something besides those damn robes.’” His heart quickened, the one half that had started mourning flickered with hope. Hope that his mates wouldn’t reject them. That he could have a chance to make them happy.

“And Harry said, and I quote once more, ‘I don’t actually hate the man’ and ‘to be perfectly honest with you Headmaster, I quite fancy the man.’”

Severus sank to his knees, his head on the floor, his breathing uneven. Both parts of him were ecstatic at being given a chance to please both of them.

“Oh, thank Merlin…” before he could fully enjoy this newfound hope, it was taken away from him when he was reminded that, still, they had not been claimed by him. They themselves had not said to him, that they would give him a chance. He whimpered once more, clutching his stomach.

Albus’ face wrinkled in concern.

“I’ll be right back, my boy.”

*

Madame Pomfrey was not a happy witch. She was currently in the Headmaster’s office, treating one, Severus Snape, for something she couldn’t help. And, the barmy old man of a Headmaster had left her alone, with said Severus Snape to go talk to the only people who could make him better.

Thus, making his pain worse, knowing that Albus was there, and he wasn’t.

“It’ll be ok, Severus. You’ll see. It will be.” Severus tried to curl into a tighter ball, worrying her more than anything.

In all the years she had healed Severus after the Death Eater meetings, all the things she’d seen done to his body, the things she knew he suffered. She had not once, seen him even flinch, in any sort of pain, when he came walking into the Infirmary with injuries that would make Merlin himself cry out in agony.

A nearly broken, crying Severus Snape was not something she ever expected to see. And was not something that she ever thought possible.

*

“So…” Harry finally, finally found his voice. “We’re… his… mate…” Layla nodded. “We’re his mate, and… and he’s ours. He’s our mate.” She nodded again, slowly.

“Are you ok with that, too, Harry?” he simply stared at her for a few moments, a slow grim spreading over his face.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Of course it’s ok with me! This means that I can have both of you! Together! And I don’t have to imagine it!” Harry grabbed the back of her head and brought her down for a bruising kiss, breaking apart only when they needed to breathe. The two got out of bed and started dressing, intent on going to where ever Severus was.

They both looked to their doorway when Albus appeared, his face concerned and his movements quick.

“Would the two of you please come with me.” he wasn’t asking them.

“Um, we were actually hoping to go find Sev-”Layla started.

“Which is why you have to come with me. I'm worried about him. He is also a magical creature, like Layla, but he is in great pain. He needs to the two of you.” Harry gave up trying to find a pair of pants and threw on a pair of Layla’s shorts.

“Which reminds me. You haven’t told me what I am.”

“Severus can tell you that when you see him.”

“And what is he?” Harry asked as they followed the Headmaster towards the fireplace.

“He is a cross between an Incubi and a Veela.” In a flash of green flames he was gone, leaving Harry and Layla to scramble after him.


*** Ok, I know this has NOTHING to do with the story, but when I wrote that line I was reminded of a Star Trek: The Next Generation episode I watched once, most likely cause I just watched the “Roast of William Shatner.” Capt. Picard was stranded on a planet with this alien who could only talk in analogies, and he kept saying, “Temba, his arms wide!” If you don’t get it, it’s ok. Just had to say something.