Esclavitud *Now Complete*

Chapter 26
Title: The Turning
By: Moon of the Sea
Beta: Aine Rowan

Harry woke up disoriented, what was Severus saying? Was he crying? No, no way, must wake up from this dre…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa,” screamed Severus.

Harry sat up and turned to look at his husband who was in such visible and audible pain that Harry still believed he was in the middle of a nightmare and was still not moving to help his love. Mimi and Kreacher popped in. They looked at each other and seemed to know straight away what was going on.

Harry finally reacted and took Severus’ upper body in his arms, “Severus, love, what’s wrong?” Then he looked over to Mimi, “What is wrong with him? Why is he in such pain?” he asked with an equally pained face. “Mimi!!!! Help him!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Harry Potter Sir, you must put Severus down. Mimi and Kreacher is helping Severus,” as they pulled Severus legs to rest straight. Mimi took Severus’ hands and untangled them; making him rest them at his side.

“Mimi, please make it stop, please,” pleaded Severus.

Mimi caressed Severus’ hair and said with a soothing voice, “Severus, do not fret, Severus is turning; turning for his Harry. You is being ok soon. You is seeing.”

Turning! Severus was turning. Harry could barely take this in. Severus felt secured and loved enough to turn.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa,” came another anguished cry.

“Mimi, make it stop!” demanded Harry.

“Harry Potter Sir, do not scream. You is not helping Severus,” then she turned to Severus and caressed his head again. “Soon, Severus, soon it is being over. It is not lasting long,” comforted the she elf.

“Mimi, can’t you make the pain stop? Kreacher go to the lab and get Severus a pain potion…”

“No! Harry Potter Sir, Severus can not be taking a potion while he is turning. This will be over soon…”

“Husband… husband please… make it stop…”

Harry had an idea and crossed his hands over his chest and chanted a spell; a spell that neither the elves nor Severus knew. Then, he grabbed both of Severus’ arms and the pain disappeared from Severus.

Severus took a deep sigh of relief, “Thank you husband. You did it. You made it stop, thank you.”

But Harry could not answer, he was absorbing Severus’ pain and was afraid that if he spoke he would cry out and that was totally unacceptable. Severus could not find out how painful this process was.

“Husband… husband what are you doing? Master, are you absorbing my pain? Master, stop!”

Harry was beginning to see the panicked look on his husband’s face.

“Severus, it is all right. It is something we learned at the Auror Academy. We can absorb the pain of disaster victims until help arrives.”

“No, I can take it. Please, husband stop. I cannot bestow pain upon you,” rebutted Severus.

“Severus, love, it is all right I only feel half of the pain. It seems the other half is absorbed by my magic,” convinced Harry.

Severus let out a breath of relief. The pain was gone. His husband had saved him. He smiled up at Harry. It took all his willpower, but Harry created a smile to give back to his loved one. Severus fell asleep and Harry feared he had fainted, but Mimi assured him he was all right. And luckily the pain stopped soon after and then, Harry did faint. The elves placed him in a more comfortable position and turned out the lights.

***

Severus was awake, but, still too tired to open his eyes when he heard the conversation.

“Make sure he has his potion every day.”

“Yes, Harry Potter Sir, Mimi is giving Severus his potion every day as Mimi is promising Severus,” she said beaming at Harry.

“I want him to have his breakfast in bed today. Where are his slates? If I keep him reading he will stay in bed resting…”

“There is no reason for you to try to keep me in bed all day. I happen to feel just…” came the silky voice from the bed.

Harry got to him in two long strides.

“Severus, how are you feeling?” with concern in his voice and face.

“Thanks to you, husband, I am fine,” he said as he stood up, but his feet betrayed him by sending him straight into Harry’s awaiting arms.

“Easy, love, no need to rush things. Let me help you to the bathroom.”

Once Severus’ morning rituals were taken care of, Harry guided him back to bed where Mimi awaited with a tray of food. Severus tried to take the fork from his husband, but Harry would have none of it. He fed his husband with care and love.

“Husband, I have never seen that spell that you used on me.”

“No, you wouldn’t. We were the first class at the academy to learn it. It was designed to help in muggle disasters. We go in and alleviate their pain, until their medical units come in,” Harry chucked, “You have no idea how many times we have been reported as angels sent by God himself,” Harry laughed.

“I suppose that you disappearing right after helps perpetuate the whole angel lore.”

“Yes, it does. Now enough of this; you need to rest,” said Harry brandishing a finger which Severus made to bite off. Harry left the room singing, “You’re a mean one, Mr. Snape. You’re a…”

Severus chuckled, resting back into the pile of pillows his husband had arranged behind him. But no sooner had he gotten comfortable that an idea struck him like lightning. That was it! That was the way around it!

“Mimi!” called Severus.

The pop was instantaneous. “Is Severus needing something,” asked the she elf with a smile.

“Mimi, please bring my husband here immediately.”

Mimi popped out and back in with Harry by her side.

“Severus, love, are you ok?”

“Yes, husband but I need to know about this spell you used on me.”

“Severus, I am serious, you need to rest. Besides, I already told you everything about it.”

“Master, have any side effects been documented?”

“No… not that I know of; why? What is this all about?”

“Don’t you see husband? This could be the solution to Mistress Hermione’s problem. She can get pregnant and Master Ronald can assume her pain while Mistress Poppy fortifies her uterus.” He said getting out of bed and pacing from one end of the room to the other.

“Ron hates to use that spell it; it always leaves him weak in the knees,” said Harry staying close to Severus in case his legs gave out.

“Husband! Will you please stop following me? I am not ailing!”

“Severus, stop, take a deep breath. You are yelling and as much as I enjoying seeing you in control I do not want you to be under the impression that yelling is acceptable. We are two adults...”

“…living under the same roof. I hope you are not under the impression that tempers will not fly occasionally, when we have committed to each other’s company for the rest of our lives,” Severus completed with raised eyebrow and arms crossed.

Harry approached his husband and gathered him in his arms, placing their foreheads together.

“Love, you are right, it would be naïve to believe that we will never argue, but we must try to make it as civil and rational as possible.”

“Do you believe I was being uncivil or irrational,” he said gaining control while parting their foreheads and looking into his husbands eyes.

“Love, do you remember how much you loved and admired me last night?” he asked with what he hoped was his cutest face.

Severus chuckled, “Husband, I still love you and always will but I do not appreciate being treated like a child- ‘stop, think, breathe’- I was half expecting you to send me to the time out chair.”

“Like there would be a wizard dumb enough to do so.” Giving Severus his most charming smile, “Look, love, I am sorry if I sounded condescending, that was the farthest thing from my mind. I just don’t want us disrespecting each other and of course in my usual screwed up way I managed to do just that. Did I mention I was sorry?”

“Apology accepted; now can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

“Well, about that, Severus, Ron and Hermione seem content with no children. Maybe they are better off without them.”

“As content as you seem without them,” said Severus looking at Harry and swallowing hard.

The magic around Harry began to swirl and Severus understood that he had gone beyond the boundaries. Harry disapperated, leaving Severus alone with an awful feeling.


***

Severus was sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace in the kitchen. The elves were busy in the background. He did not want to be alone and the elves were always willing to bear his presence. From time to time, they would look up from what they were doing to see the miserable face that Severus was sporting. They sighed and continued to work. When dinnertime came, Severus helped the elves prepare the table, but disappeared into the kitchen with Kreacher when Mimi called Harry down to dinner. When he arrived Harry noticed the absence of his husband.

“Mimi, where is Severus?” he asked searching around for him.

“Severus is being the kitchen all day. Severus is looking miserable all day. He is looking into the kitchen fireplace and not moving. He is helping Kreacher and Mimi prepare everything for Harry Potter Sir’s dinner just the way he is liking it,” looking with the concern of a mother that has seen her son suffer.

Harry took a deep breath and went into the kitchen. Sure enough, he found Severus sitting on a very hard wooden chair and hands holding his upper arms in what look to be an attempt to keep warm. Harry walked silently towards his husband and draped his hands over his husband’s neck, nestling his face in Severus’ hair.

“Are you cold love?”

Severus simply shook his head from side to side.

“You look cold… and sad?”

Severus turned to the side of the chair and Harry helped him up into a hug.

“I am sorry. That was totally uncalled for. You are the last person in this world I would want to hurt,” he said with his face tucked into Harry’s neck. Harry rubbed his back in comfort.

“Severus, I love you and I have never hidden the fact that I would love to have a child with you. Sometimes I imagine what he would look like. With your straight hair and my green eyes; your prominent nose and…”

“Merlin forbid,” said the older man with his usual snarkiness.

Harry chuckled and raised Severus’ chin with his finger. Harry looked into his eyes and said, “I love you.”

“As do I and you must know that I also fantasize about a child born of our relationship; and apparently he is much more handsome in my dreams than he is in yours.”

“Does he like potions or quidditch in your dreams?”

“Neither, he is a rebel. He will marry a woman, move to the country and become a farmer.”

“Or Minister of Magic.”

“Over my dead body. My child would not become one of those incompetent fools at the ministry.”

“Apparently we have different definition for the word ‘rebel’,” laughed Harry.

Severus looked down between them and staring at there feet said, “If I could; I would.”

Harry understood the meaning of those words. “I know love; I know.”


***

Three weeks later, in Poppy’ office, Harry felt cornered by the Hogwart’s matriarchs and his husband.

“NO WAY! Why should I be the one to talk to them? You two are the ones with the remedy; you talk to them.”

“Mr. Potter, the Weasleys are afraid and rightfully so. They have been through so many miscarriages. And besides they have been your friends since childhood; who better than you to bring up the subject?” admonished Poppy.

“Auror Potter, show some backbone, man!” squeaked Minerva.

Severus smiled at his husband, with a smile that said ‘you know you can not argue with them.’

“Very well, but you are coming with me,” Harry threatened his husband.

Minerva, Poppy and Severus smiled.

***
Hermione and Ron were already waiting at the tea shop when Severus and Harry arrived. Harry pulled a chair out for Severus and gave his hand an encouraging squeeze.

“Husband, do you forget that I have been having tea with Minerva and Poppy for over a year.”

“Oh, Severus, you know he will always fret. It’s in his nature. Hermione is the same way about me,” said Ron in a matter of fact way. Hermione looked completely lost by the statement and Harry laughed, catching on the Ron’s game.

“So why are we meeting in a tea shop in the middle of the week in the middle the day?” asked Ron.

“I am sure that made perfect sense in your own little world,” drawled Severus.

“Oi! What happen with Master Ronald?”

Severus gave him a raised eye glare.

“Never mind,” corrected Ron immediately.

“Seriously, Harry, what is this all about?” asked Hermione trying to interrupt the childish play of her husband.

Harry took a deep breath and looking at Hermione blurted out, “Poppy and Severus think they have solved your childbearing problems.”

His friends just looked at him with a stunned expression. Ron was the first to react by standing up to leave; but, Harry followed and held him by an arm.

“Look, I know this isn’t easy. All I ask is that you hear them out and if after that you feel you don’t want to risk it, then so be it. But, at least you’ll know you have options.”

His friend lowered his head, not answering. Then, looked sideways to his wife and some sort of silent conversation went on between them, because when Ron raised his head he nodded in agreement.

***

Two weeks before Harry’s birthday Severus, Poppy, and Minerva were waiting in the hospital wing for the trio to arrive. Hermione’s pregnancy test had been positive that morning and Ron had owled with the news. It took Severus and Poppy less than three hours to get everything ready and Minerva would be assisting with her magic, filling in for the lack of Severus’ magic.

Minerva and Poppy took Hermione behind the curtains to get her ready.

“Harry, did you explain to Ron what he must do,” was the greeting given by Severus.

“You know I am not sure I am comfortable with this first name business,” joked Ron, giving Harry a clue of how nervous his friend was. Ron always joked when he was scared.

“Sorry, Master Ronald, it will not happen again,” said Severus bowing his head. Ron could not believe he had triggered the curse.

“Severus, I am sorry, I was only jesting. Believe me you can call me dog and I wouldn’t be crossed…” rambled Ron with embarrassment, but he went red when he saw that Severus raised his head up sporting a wicked smile.

Harry laughed out loud and Ron made it clear that he was not amused.

“Come on, Ron, admit it, he got you good,” teased Harry.

“What exactly is it that I have to do?” asked Ron avoiding confession.

“You are going to apply the havoc spell and take Hermione’s pain.”

Severus saw the fright on Ron’s face and decided to remind him, “Half of the pain.”

“Half of the pain? Since when do we absorb only half of the…” but Harry kicked him so he would stop talking.

Severus understood the deception he had suffered. “You do not absorb half of the pain, you simply tell the victim so, this way they will not feel guilty for inflicting such pain,” cleared the Potions Master. Harry felt his face go red as Severus turned on his heels and joined the witches behind the curtain.

***

Hermione was the one lying on the hospital bed, but Ron was the one with a look of horror on his face. He walked over to his wife and held her hands moving a strand of hair away from her face. She rewarded him with a smile.

“I am fine; Madam Pomfrey says it does not hurt at all.”

“No, I will make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

“You will make sure it doesn’t hurt? How are you going to manage that?”

“I am going to use the Havoc Spell.”

“But you hate that spell.”

“Nah, I used to hate it but now they have improved it. The pain is minimal now,” assured Ron.

Harry stood their understanding Ron’s position all too clearly, but if he knew Ron, he would not be able to deceive Hermione and it was then that the decision was made.

“Ron, didn’t Poppy tell you, I will be the one casting Havoc. She needs you to be talking to Mione. You can’t let her fall asleep.”

Poppy was about to correct that statement, but Severus, who had heard the conversation, gave her a little nod. She understood and kept her mouth shut. Ron approached Harry and whispered, “Harry, I can do this. Believe me, this is Mione, I can do anything for her.”

“Oh, I am sure you can, but I have no intentions of standing by and letting you take all the glory. You know me and my hero complex and all. Besides I have to compete against your four brothers for the honor of godfather,” smiled Harry.

Years of friendship allowed Ron to see right through his friend. He leaned over and gave Harry one of those manly hugs that consisted mainly of a quick pat in the back.

***

The procedure took less than twenty minutes, but it managed to drain both Hermione and Harry. Hermione found that even if she could feel no pain, her body felt drained and had fallen in a deep sleep half way through, sending Ron into a panic attack. But he was soon reassured by those surrounding him and it only took one glance at his wife’s peaceful face to realize that she was all right. Harry had again fainted right after it was done and was now resting on a bed next to Hermione’s bed; Severus by his side. He awoke before Hermione and found that his right hand was being soothed by his husband.

“I am fine, Severus, please don’t look so worried,” he said with a smile.

“I firecalled Kingsley about this Havoc Spell when I saw you fainted yet again. He explained that you feel almost double the pain of the person you are helping,” he whispered not wanting the Weasley’s to hear.

“I am sorry I lied to you, but I can’t bear to see you suffer. Will you please forgive me?” he asked placing his hands over Severus’.

“Harry, I am not upset or angry at you. No one has ever done something that unselfish for me. You have no idea how loved I felt at that moment. And when Kingsley explained the full effect of the spell; I could feel nothing but proud to be your spouse.”

“So you are letting me off the hook?”

“For lying? Ah, noooo. I will deal with you when we get home. I believe a spanking is in order,” he said trying to suppress a wicked smile that was dangling on his lips.

“A spanking! Where is Poppy? I feel fine. We should get home as soon as possible. You know we shouldn’t be leaving the elves home alone for too long,” he said with an equally mischievous smile.


***

Two years and two weeks later found Harry celebrating his birthday surrounded by the Weasleys, all three generations: Molly and Arthur, Fleur, Bill and their two children, Percy, Penelope and their three girls, George, Draco and Lucy. Narcissa had refused to live with them and had decided to do some much dreamt of traveling; Ron, Hermione and the twins, Ginny and her muggle husband. Harry looked around and saw his husband carrying his birthday cake with three elves at his heels. They had decided that it was time for Kreacher to retire, so they got him an apprentice; who was, according to Kreacher, so far from gaining the run of wizard’s home that he would have to come back from the dead to finish his training. Mimi found him very adept.

Rasha and *Drache, Charlie’s little girl, were not present this year. Rasha’s dad had treated them to a holyday at Disney World in Florida and Harry assured them that they should not miss the opportunity. Charlie was far from gaining his family back, but some progress had been made. He now was able to see his daughter at Draco and George’s home once a month. And he went out for tea with his mom on special occasions like birthdays and Mother’s day. No other family member had considered meeting with him.

It was such a hot day that most of the adults were seated around the table under the tree, sipping lemonade or ice tea, but the children and George, Ron and Harry were in a fierce battle of tug of war. You could not tell the adults from the children playing. By what Severus could gather Lucy was the one setting down the rules and making sure the other ‘children’ followed them. Severus watched as Harry tried to cheat by tying the rope around a tree. Lucy came at him brandishing a finger and Harry lifted her up into the air. She called for her hero and George immediately came to her rescue. All laughed and teased and Severus had to smile at the picture being played out before him. Harry loved the children and often offered to baby sit, yet he had never, ever mentioned his desire to have one. He had never placed any pressure on Severus which was all the more reason for Severus’ recent decision.

***

That night in their bedroom, Severus was dressed in full slave gear, sans his manhood being wrapped. Harry looked at him a bit surprised.

“Wow, it’s been a long time since I have seen you like this,” he said closing the distance between them.

“I still do enjoy being attractive for my husband… and Mimi gets very upset when I constantly say there is no need for it,” he added.

“Well, I will take it as my birthday gift.”

“Speaking of which, I believe I have one for you. It must be around here. Ah yes, here it is,” handing Harry a small brown paper package tied up with string.

Harry smiled and opened the package to find a bottle that seemed very familiar. It was obviously a potion, but Harry could not remember what it was for. He looked up at his husband with a question on his face.

“It is the potion that Mimi gives me every day,” answered Severus.

“But why are you giving it to me. Do you want me to take it?”

Severus reached up to Harry’s ear and took the earring off and also handed it to him.

“Severus, does this mean what I think it does?”

“Yes, love, I am ready; ready to trust you with my life and that of my child or should I say our child.”

“Are you sure love? I can assure you that I am happy and I need nothing more in life than what I have now, here, with you,” said Harry placing his arms around his love.

“I am sure. I have not made this decision without careful consideration. I think any child would be happy to be your offspring. It would be like having a big brother with a Gringott’s account.”

“Yeah, well we know he wont be using cast offs or playing with broken toys.”

“He? What if it is a girl?”

“Wow, I had not thought about that. I guess we can count on Mimi to help us there.”

“Husband, need I remind you that I have raised countless girls as head of my house. They were but little girls when entrusted to me and by the time they left my guardianship they were full fledged women. You might feel uncomfortable with a girl, but I have no such qualms.”

Harry chuckled, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Besides, how hard can it be if George is doing it.”

“Harder than it seems, let us not forget that he has the help of a Slytherin,” smirked the Ex- Head of Slytherin.

Harry hugged his husband closer and then withdrew his head looking into his husband’s eyes with a smile.

“Someone is feeling… happy.”

“Indeed, I would like to try. I think this time it will be possible.”

“All right, love, but remember you have to relax. If it happens great; if not, well… we will just have to keep on trying. And you know what a burden that is,” he mocked.

Severus slowly undressed his husband kissing each part that he unveiled. When Harry had been stripped of his clothing, he led him to the bed where he started to kiss and fondle Harry’s manhood. Harry was enjoying every lavishing stroke of the talented tongue, when Severus abruptly stopped to get the lube that was sitting on the bedside stand. After he had coated his finger he went back to lavishing Harry’s penis and testicles while slowly and carefully inserting a finger as he did so. Harry smiled down at his lover.

“Love, let me stimulate you. I am good to go.”

“If you stimulate me anymore I will lose it,” he said showing a bit of concern.

“Hush, love, remember… no pressure. Should I get on my knees?”

“Please do, I think it is easier that way.”

Harry got into position and soon he felt Severus bulge nudging at his entrance. He so wanted this; to feel Severus finally in control of his own body. Not the bloody curse. Severus could now eat at the table with everyone; although from time to time they did enjoy the feeding ritual. He also went on weekend Potions Conventions with Draco and Mimi of course. This would be one of two last things that they needed to conquer. And there it was; Severus had passed Harry’s guarding muscles. It was only the tip, but he had never been able to get this far without losing his erection.

“Harry, it feels so tight; so good,” he whispered as if trying not to alert the powers that be of his accomplishment.

Harry was afraid to move; should he push back or would that be counter productive? He did not have to make the decision, because before he knew it Severus was all the way in. Both were paralyzed; they did not really expect it to happen but it did. Severus was taking him and enjoying his own pleasure not Harry’s.

“Harry, say something,” whispered Severus again.

“Love, I don’t know what to do. Should I move?”

“I do not know. I guess we should move. I am afraid it is going to be too fast.”

“Severus, you did it. You actually did it. It doesn’t matter how fast you come. You did it,” reassured Harry, still unable to move or breathe too hard for fear of breaking the surreal moment.

Severus shifted on his knees a bit to get into a better position before he started the inside/outside movement. Harry could tell how tense he was. Not a sound came from Severus and Harry decided to remedy that by giving a little squeeze.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaarryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“See, love, just enjoy and relax. Let it come naturally. Love, please enjoy it. It’s not worth it if you don’t.”

Severus took the encouragement and began to rock in earnest. Harry took heart in this and began to push back and squeeze. This took Severus over the top and he had no other option than to shoot his load, bathing Harry’s inside with his warm seed.

They both lay there, side by side, panting and looking at the ceiling.

“Severus, are you all right?”

“Yes, husband, I am quite well.”

Harry turned on his side to look at his husband.

“It is like you are practically cured. Well, I know you are not. That there is one aspect that we are no where near conquering…”

“My magic.”

“Severus, you do know we have tried everything possible to try to break the curse,” assured Harry.

“Harry, I do know that, but really, does it matter? The curse seems to have less and less control over my actions. Sometimes, I even forget it is there.”

“I know love, but I also know that you would love to have your magic back,” looking into the dark pools that were Severus’ eyes.

“Harry, it is true that sometimes I do miss my magic, although I have never been one for silly wand waving,” quoting himself in Harry’s first potions lesson. “But it is also true, that I consider it a small price to pay for everything I have.”

“Severus?” asked Harry very puzzled.

“Think of it, husband, if it were not for the curse I would have never allowed myself to love. I would have been the stoic reclusive hero without any joy in my life. But, the curse took that burden from me and gave me the ‘necessity’ to need another; granting me full access to love. If you ask me, the price was a real bargain,” he concluded with a kiss.


Finite Incantatem


A/N
Wow! I am sad to see it end. This story brought me so many readers that turned into good friends. I looked forward to your reviews every week. Many of them making me LOL. You have made this into such a great hobby.

So story number two is down and Story number three has been driving me nuts for weeks now. I refused to start typing it until I finished this story so I had to write the ideas down in a journal. I finally get to start putting all those ideas on to a readable structured story (at least I hope I do). It will be a while before I can start posting that story because I would at least want to have half of the story written before I start posting.

So until the next time,

Adios
Moon of the Sea
Luna del Mar