Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 22 of ??
AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snarry
MINOR PAIRINGS: Albus Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Draco Malfoy/??, Ron Weasley/??, Charlie Weasley/Poppy Pomfrey, Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy, Cornelius Fudge/Gilderoy Lockhart, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew/Tom Riddle, Charlie Weasley/Neville Longbottom (1 sided??),
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: caseysnape@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Nope, Not mine, however much I might wish. If they were, they would be having smutty man-sex 24/7. The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. Ms. Rowling and all her assignees, publishers, etc… have that honor. .

WARNINGS: Parts of OTP & all of HBP and DH never happened. OOC. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming / Masturbation / Voyeurism / Mention of BDSM / Mention of Het. Sex / Bonding & Marriage / Dirty talk / Mention of Non-Con /

From Chapter 21: THE START OF AN ADDICTION…
Peter had never been so excited or hard in his young life. Riddle licked his lips slowly, and Peter swore he could feel the moisture on his own lips as Tom did so. Voldemort commanded sibilantly, “Thisss way...,” and sauntered out of the room. He was so confident in the his own appeal that he did not even look back to see if he was being trailed by the student.

Peter didn’t hesitate. He followed.

Chapter 22: THE EXPOSURE OF THE WICKED

Present – Early Monday Morning:
Remus settled his daughter into the transfigured cot in the room provided by the Headmaster. The little girl, obviously worn out from the excitement of the day, sniffed once, smiled sweetly, and snuggled down into the soft covers. Again, tears fell unchecked down the werewolf’s cheeks.

“Siri, love, I…” He started as he turned toward his mate. Sirius reached out and touched one finger to his lover’s lips, silencing him, “Shhh, baby, I’ll explain everything.” The ex-convict grabbed his husband’s hands and led him over to the large bed. He climbed onto the bed and settled himself against the headboard and opened his arms in invitation. Remus didn’t hesitate. He crawled on the bed, placed a quick, desperate kiss on the man’s lips, and settled himself in the waiting arms – his back to Siri’s chest, his head nestled in the hollow of Siri’s shoulder and their hands clasped and twined together.

Sirius winced slightly at how tightly Remus wrapped himself up in his arms, but understood the werewolf’s need to be close to his mate. He shifted slightly, easing the tension somewhat, and stared down at their hands as he began his tale.

“I didn’t know about Salena when I went to the Ministry that night. I…you know…I would have never put her in danger – you know that right?” At the slight movement from Remus, he continued, “I fell. It seemed to last forever, but…I realized I was in…I can’t describe it. It wasn’t a room, or a place. It just…was.” He shook his shaggy hair slightly, trying to escape the memories of the void that held him for so long.

“I couldn’t believe it when I saw Jamie and Lils. I knew then that I had to be dead. I was happy and excited to see them, but,” he choked back a sob, “leaving you – again – was almost more than I could take.” He tightened his arms briefly around his lover as his voice dropped to the softest of whispers, “I’ve never wanted to leave you, Remy, but I’ve done exactly that, too many times.”

Remus brought Sirius’s left hand up to his mouth and kissed the thin gold band on his third finger. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose, Siri. I don’t blame you. I’m just happy you are back – I’m happy about our pup, too.” An overjoyed smile crossed his tear streaked face. “I never let myself imagine being a father. I…I didn’t want to pass on…I can’t believe she’s real. Or that she’s not…”

Sirius pressed a kiss on his husband’s hair. He knew better than anyone how scared the other man felt; wanting something so much, yet terrified of passing on such a terrible curse. Remus shuddered as a sob escaped him. “Continue, Paddy, please.”

“It was Lily that first guessed. She recognized the symptoms from when she was expecting Harry. She also figured out that we weren’t dead – well, not really – based on the assumption that the dead couldn’t be pregnant – couldn’t have a living child growing inside. And if I wasn’t dead, then maybe they…” He swallowed thickly, “The only good thing about the veil was that Salena was born very easily. There was no pain, just pressure. A lot of pressure. She looks just like you – absolutely gorgeous.” He hugged the werewolf tightly. “Thank Merlin that she acts like you also. I don’t think my nerves could take having a ‘mini me’ running around.”

He let out a small chuckle and continued softly, “I think I know when she was conceived.” He paused as his body remembered all too well the night their little one was created. “You were leaving on a mission the next morning…” He trailed off as he shifted to ease a very different type of pressure.

“Mother’s portrait had been railing all day about having a ‘no-good werewolf’ as a son-in-law and how you could never hold or please a pureblood Black in any manner.” Sirius’s voice dropped an octave, gaining a husky, gravelly tone. He nuzzled the other man’s neck, licking and biting, lost in the memory and the intoxicating need it wrought through his body. “The full moon was less than 24 hours away. You bent me over the table in front of her picture…” He gasped as Moony moaned and pressed back against him, “and you showed her just how well you could take and please a Black. Five times, Moony. You made me come five…” He nipped an earlobe and breathed hotly, “fucking times that night. It took me forever to be able to walk straight again. And all the stains on the furniture…the wall…even her frame.” He chuckled, remembering the glare his mother’s painting had fixed on him while he worked to remove the remains of their passion. Remus could feel the brunette’s smile on the sensitive skin beneath his ear, “She didn’t speak a word for two full weeks after that.”

Remus breathed heavily as he remembered the night in question. He leaned his head back, exposing more of his neck for his lover’s wandering mouth and brought his arm up. His hand found the back of Siri’s neck. He turned his head as he pulled the man forward to claim his mouth in a fiercely possessive kiss. He turned more, deepening the kiss. He growled and grabbed the thin hips, pulling the newly-returned man down to lie beneath him. “I think it’s time I possess and satisfy you again, my love.” Sirius whimpered in agreement.

A whispered spell left both men naked. Another whisper would keep their activities from waking their precious little girl, but still allow them to hear if she needed them. Remus grinned widely, almost fanatically: His man and his babe; HIS. Waves of possessiveness and lust rolled through his body. He lowered himself onto his husband, reveling in the feel of the slightly calloused skin against his after all this time. Sirius pulled his head down, demanding more. “Take me, Moony.” He spread his legs wide, exposing himself fully, and groaned giddily at the feel of furred balls rubbing against his own and the hard cock of his lover sliding along his equally hard length.

Remus couldn’t help it; the wolf inside him took over, wanting – no, needing to stake claim on his mate – reassuring himself that this was real. He began to mark his husband, never breaking the skin, but leaving mouth and teeth shaped bruises down the pale body. He rapidly worked his way down; over flat nipples and wooly abdomen, jutting hipbones and sensitive junctures. He marked his mate, leaving visible proof of his ownership. Sirius grinned and arched as he felt Moony take over and suckle every inch of skin he could touch. They would have plenty of time to go slow later, right now, it would be hard and fast, just the way they needed. He had dreamed of this so many times, and now that it was here, he was in serious danger of spending himself before they even started. He rasped out, “Hurry, love. Can’t wait…” and felt Remus’s answering rumble. This would be raw and primitive, hot and almost brutal – fuck; Remy knew just how to play his body. He screamed and came marvelously as his cock was swallowed and a blunt fingertip thumped against his throbbing hole in one harsh motion.

Remus eased up with a smug smirk as he reached for the vial of lube that was thankfully (and quite thoughtfully) supplied by the Headmaster. He dropped a kiss against Sirius’s open lips, surveying with satisfaction the panting man underneath him and the purpling marks appearing on his lover’s flesh.

“That’s One,” he whispered teasingly, and began his assault anew.

Present – Early Monday Morning:

Bill sighed as he tucked his younger brother in. They had done everything they could, now they just needed to wait for the potions and spells to work. He really needed to find out what had happened. He glanced at the clock. He still had time before he had to go to work. He paused, not really sure if he could do this. ‘It’s the only way,’ he told himself. Charlie was in a healing sleep which could take days, and even when he did wake up – well, he may be in no shape to tell them what happened.

Steeling his resolve, he stepped to the floo and called for his parents. They answered quickly, stepping through immediately when he told them that Charlie was hurt. He quickly assured his mother that everything would be ok, and explained to his father that he didn’t know what happened yet, but he would find out. He then explained his plan.

His mother didn’t like it, but his father seemed to understand. They both agreed that they would stay and watch over both of them while Bill did what needed to be done. Nodding tersely, Bill made himself as comfortable as possible before pointing his wand at the younger man and pronouncing the spell, “Legilimens!”.

Past – Late Sunday Night:
Severus stretched in sated contentment. He imagined that this is how a cat must feel. His young husband was cuddled up against him, sleeping the deep slumber of those who have been utterly sexually satisfied and worn completely out in the process. He smirked even as his body hummed in agreement with his partner. Severus forced his mind back on the conversation they had – it really seemed hard to believe that he had only known this extraordinary young man for a few days.

He glanced at the clock near the bedroom door. Damn! It was nearly time for his rounds. As an assistant, he had to assist in all the duties, including stalking the castle in search of miscreants and mischief-makers. He sighed as he wiggled out from under his young partner. Harry wimpered and burrowed down into the covers, seeking the heat lost when Severus moved. Severus smiled and dropped a light kiss on the young man’s temple. Oh, how he would love to stay here, curled up next to that wonderful man and his delightful body.

Severus showered and dressed quickly, wanting to get the rounds started and over as soon as possible. He started out the door, only to stop suddenly. He darted back into his quarters, quickly finding a quill and parchment on his desk. He jotted a quick note and, with a deft flick on his wand, sent the note up to his bedchamber. He wouldn’t want his mate to wake up and not know where he was, would he? Mission accomplished, he turned and strode out of his chambers, only wanting to get this over so he could go back to bed with his husband.

Past – Late Sunday Evening:
James barged into the dorm he shared with his three best friends. He smiled upon seeing two of the beds made and with the drapes open. Maybe Peter had gotten lucky with that Bulstrode boy last night. He shivered slightly at the mental image of Peter and anyone, but thought it was about time for his young friend anyway. He carefully moved around the third bed – the ones with the drapes pulled closed. Watching carefully, he noticed that every now and then, the drapes would move, as if something had jostled it. His grin increased exponentially.

Cautiously, he peeked in a small gap in the curtain. He was very lucky that Remus had a thing for candles. Sirius-not so much, he thought. He didn’t see how anyone could enjoy hot wax poured on their skin, especially during sex. Those two, though, seemed to be really, really into it. He gulped as he tilted his head to follow the action. Damn, he didn’t know that position was even possible! He briefly wondered if Lily could position her leg just like….and then he could… It would take a few spells, maybe some stretching (on both their parts) beforehand, and possibly a couple of potions, but… ‘Woah! Down boy,’ he thought, ‘time for that later.’

He eased back, taking extra care to not disturb the drapes or the copulating couple as he slid the tip of his wand high in the gap. He bit back the laughter that threatened to escape. As soon as he felt under control again, he flicked his wand in three short, tight circles and cried, “extremus gelu!”

As soon as the spell left his wand, he turned and sprinted out of the dorm. The howls of outrage shook Gryffindor Tower. James laughed as he entered the common room, aware that Lily had already figured out most of what had happened due to the yells and his sudden need for speed. He slid around, coming to stop behind her. He wrapped both of his arms around her small waist and ducked behind her as much as possible.

“James Potter! What have you done to those two now?” Lily stomped her foot while trying to bite back the laugh that was threatening to erupt. Her fiancé did not seem to know when to behave at times. She tried to turn to glare at him, but James would have nothing of it. He held tightly and kept her firmly between him and the stairs to the dorm.

“Now, blossom, I didn’t really do anything…” His explanation was cut short by the arrival of two very naked and freezing young men. James squawked in aborted laughter as he caught the sight of Remus and Sirius. Siri had several large pools of freeze-dried candle wax cracking and falling from his skin, especially below the waist. He was standing with his feet shoulder-width apart – one hand gripping his wand tightly while the other was planted on his hip and a murderous look on his face. Ice and snow dripped from his hair and shoulders. His skin had a slight blue tint to it, especially his genitals. James snorted, ‘blue balls!’. Remus was right next to Siri, in almost the same stance. The only differences were the lack of candle wax and that his free hand rested on the small of Sirius’s back instead of his own hip.

The men stopped in front of Lily (who was primly trying to hide her eyes and her laugh while still catch a peek of her naked friends). “Jamie, oh Jamie,” Remus sang out. “Come out, old friend. I have something for you.” The common room exploded in laughter. Sights like these were not that unusual with these boys. Several girls, and several boys, whistled and yelled lewd comments at the pair. Remus growled in warning and gripped his wand harder. He flicked the tip of his wand toward his mate and muttered a spell under his breath.

Siri shuddered as the clothing appeared on his body. Casting a grateful glance toward his lover, he returned the favor. Their admirers’ groaned in disappointment. The pair started to separate, each circling around Lily. James took a step backward, bringing Lily with him. He tried turning, but there was no place for him to go without exposing himself for their attack. After several moments of futile planning, twisting and maneuvering, he released his bride-to-be and threw up his hands in mock-defeat. “Okay, you guys! I give up.”

Remus and Sirius grinned at each other. Remus chuckled, “Sorry, Lils” and cast the spell, “Terrenus Inermis”

Past – Late Sunday Night/Early Monday Morning:
Peter Pettigrew gingerly crawled into the Gryffindor common room. He wasn’t confident that he could explain his absence to his friends. He just hoped that the two couples would be so wrapped up in each other that they failed to notice that he wasn’t there – like usual. Not that he minded much, especially right now. He winced as he quietly started up yet another set of stairs in this damned place. Each step was agony onto itself; then to combine it with the pull and strain of climbing stair-step upon stair-step – he paused at the small landing to catch his breath. He swallowed down the swell of bile in his throat. He wished he could apparate inside the castle – if only this one time.

His mind drifted back to the events of the weekend. He was a fool. He knew that now. He had thought Tom Riddle was a wonderful, powerful man with radical ideas to make their world a better place. Instead, he had found a ruthless, sadistic bastard with a serious torture fetish. Peter shivered in revulsion as he remembered the awful things that he experienced in the last 36 hours.

At first, Tom had been charming and gentle, confident and strong. He had been everything the shy young man had dreamed and hoped. That was until they reached his “playroom”. It looked like an ancient torture chamber, complete with chains, whips, branding pit and even an iron maiden. Peter was sure he saw fresh blood leaking from the bottom of the horrible device.

Peter’s eyes widened when he saw three bodies in the chamber. No, not bodies – all three were still alive, but just barely, it seemed. Two men and one woman, all naked, bloody and bound, lay in various positions on the filthy floor. They looked like they had been unceremoniously dumped there after… Well, Peter had an idea of what had been done to them.

Riddle led Peter around the three, making sure the student got a good look at their ill-used bodies. Peter never saw the flick of the half-blood’s wand until it was too late. The older wizard had strapped the teenager naked and face-down on a medieval rack. An evil laugh rang through the room and surrounding hallways as Tom Riddle carefully draped his robes over a spiked chair. He paused to collect a vial off of a nearby shelf. He climbed onto the table, positioning himself between the younger man’s thighs.

A malignant grin spread across his face as he swallowed down the potion. He tossed the bottle to the side and grabbed Peter’s overplump arse- cheeks. Wrenching them apart, he plunged his cock into the unprepared passage. Peter screamed, and the future dark lord moaned in approval. He didn’t stop; he thrust hard and fast into the boy. Peter sobbed and begged, but that only seemed to spur the man to even harder thrusts and more vicious handling. The Muggle device Peter was strapped to had been charmed to complete a quarter-turn with each thrust of the future Dark Lord’s cock into the student’s tight hole. Riddle had plowed long, sharp fingernails down his sides as he furiously rode him, gasping out crude obscenities and promises of pain.

Peter blacked out in agony over and over, but Riddle woke him each time, insisting that he didn’t want to miss the “fun”. After Tom’s second orgasm, Peter realized that the potion the older man had taken would keep him hard and ready, and that Peter would be “enjoying” the effects of that potion for a long time. After the fourth, Peter, broken and numb, stopped sobbing and screaming in pain. After the sixth, he started again…

Peter shook himself gently. He silently wiped the tears from his own face. He needed healing, but he did not want to admit his mistake to his friends. They would never forgive him. He leaned against the wall. Who could he go to? Who would be able to heal him, and would not tell about his horrible doings?

Present – Early Monday Morning:
From the outside, the Wizarding World seemed to take the change in stride. Lessons had been learned very well during Voldemort’s brief reign of terror. Publicly, hardly anyone at all seemed to even notice that a new Dark Lord (or Lady, as it was) had taken over. Everyone was determined to go about their daily business as much as possible and muddle through until someone (Harry Potter) could save them. Inside their own homes, however, was a different story. Emergency plans were made. Food, money, and other necessary items were collected and stored. Backup portkeys were made and given to children in case they were separated from parents.

Most knew that Harry had disappeared from school. The general consensus was that Harry, being the dashing Saviour and Hero that he was, had figured out what was going on and removed himself in order to prepare a counter-attack. That thought, and given the fact that they had almost no bloodshed thus far, did a lot to comfort the masses.

Naturally, there were some small groups that were quite upset, but they were few and far between. Generally speaking, the wizards and witches of Great Britain seemed content with the facts as they knew it: 1) Harry Potter would save them, 2) Cornelius Fudge was no longer Minister of Magic, 3) they had not had to listen to hours of pureblood vs. anything else rhetoric. Yes, for now, they were perfectly content to wait things out.

Present – Monday, Mid- Morning:
Bill staggered at the knowledge gleaned from his brother’s mind. He fell heavily to his knees, doubled over, and heaved. He felt as if every meal he had every had was fighting to come up his throat. Madame Pomfrey. The thought washed over him in cold waves. He would have never suspected the woman capable of such twisted, perverted things.

Molly rushed to her oldest son’s side as soon as he started falling. Experience kept her from panicking as his stomach violently and graphically protested the memories he had witnessed. She banished the mess and smell without even a thought as she tried to comfort the young curse-breaker. She spared a glance to her husband, who was checking on their second born son. Luckily, it seemed the potions kept him from reliving whatever nightmares he experienced while his brother sought the truth.
Arthur finished checking on Charlie and retrieved a strong calming potion for Bill. Making sure that his son drank every drop, he dropped wearily into the chair close to Charlie’s side. He sighed as he idly pet his son’s limp hand. “Well, my boy,” he started, faltering only slightly, “tell us what happened and what we can do to fix this.”

Bill gently shook off his mother’s hold and struggled to his feet. He staggered to the sink and rinsed his mouth out. Merlin, he hated being sick! He rummaged in the cabinets for a moment, purposely ignoring his parents in order to get his thoughts organized. Finally, he pulled out a large bottle of firewhiskey and three tumblers. Pouring a hefty amount in each glass, he placed one glass in each of his parents’ hands and kept the last for himself. “Drink,” he commanded, “you are going to need it.” He watched as the older couple hesitantly drank down the fiery liquid before he quickly knocked back his own. He summoned the bottle and poured another for all three of them. He quickly downed his second glass.

“Did you know that Charlie was jealous of the attention we give Harry?” He noticed that his father started slightly, then quickly seemed to find his shoes quite interesting. At his mother’s silent shake, he continued. “He was. He decided to do something about it. Charlie joined the Master.”

Molly started crying. “The Master, he did…did these awful things to my baby?” Arthur reached over and delicately took his wife’s hand in his own.

“Yes, and no, Mum. The Master did all of this, but the fiend is not a man. The Master is a woman.” He waited until his mother and father both looked at him before he continued. “The Master is Poppy Pomfrey.”


extremus gelu: extreme frost
Terrenus Inermis: temporary Impotence