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This is it till after the Holidays. Lots of real life stuff will be going on over the next few days! I hope you enjoy this slightly longer chappie! Happy Holidays to everyone. *hugs* Lucie


Chapter Twenty Nine

Fudge was pacing the floor of Albus’ office when they arrived, and Lupin and Black were waiting patiently. Minerva had obviously decided to tag along, and Severus thought that the whole thing was turning into some sort of circus.

“Now Albus,” Fudge was saying “where have you been? I am a very busy man you know. I can’t be waiting about all day for you.”

“Sorry Cornelius, we were held up by the press,” Albus replied in a much more even tone than Severus would have managed under the circumstances

“Ah, yes. The press, I’ll be speaking to them myself shortly. They no doubt want to hear how I have dealt with this whole bond issue don’t you think?”

Severus was quietly fuming, but Albus, worried about just what Severus might say, had warned him not to speak to Fudge unless he had to. However, he did smile quietly to himself when he wondered what Albus’ reaction would be when he realised that Severus had not passed any such warning on to Farid.

“Now I think we need to start…” He broke off just then and greedily took in the sight of Farid coming into the room just behind Severus and flanked by Minerva

“Ahh Mr Potter, so good of you to join us,” he smiled. “Well done with your, ahem, your little battle the other day. The Death Eaters who defected to us were most expansive about how well your attack has dented He Who Must Not Be Named.”

Farid looked down at the hand that been offered to him and then turned to Severus, “Can I shake chis chand Masteerr?” Farid asked sweetly.

Considering the fact that Farid had been more than happy to touch Adrian the photographer only moments before with out any such permission, Severus could only conclude that Farid had sensed his Master’s dislike of the man in front of him and was making sure that Fudge knew to whom he belonged.

Fudge tutted, “Now, now this will not do Mr Potter. You are a hero, and you should not defer to anyone, especially not a Death Eater”

Farid drew himself up to his full height, which was, unusually, just enough for him to be able to look Fudge straight in the eye. “I ham sorry, I vill not do zis unless Masteerr say.” And he turned to look at Severus for permission. Severus mindful of Albus’ warning said not a word; he just looked at Farid and nodded stiffly once.

Having received the go ahead Farid took the Minister’s pudgy hand in his own slim one and shook it firmly.

Then he allowed himself to be led over to the table around which Lupin and Black sat. But again he deferred to Severus and refused to sit until his Master had done so. He and Farid had held to no such strict traditions over the last few weeks, so Severus presumed that Farid was acting this way because of earlier training, utilising it, to show the Minister who was important to him. He was making it as plain as he could to Fudge, without coming right out and saying so, that he knew to whom he belonged, and it sure as Circe wasn’t the Minister for Magic.

But Fudge had always been a particularly obtuse individual, and Severus didn’t think that Farid’s subtle hints were having any impact on the man at all. He did seem to take a bit more notice, however, when Farid waited until Severus had sat down and then proceeded to place himself so that Severus was between him and the Minister. Fudge looked distinctly nonplussed.

He actually started to splutter though when Farid put his hand in his Master’s, and Severus, like the Slytherin he was, made sure that Fudge was aware of this by placing their joined hands on the table.

“Now see here Black, Dumbledore, I cannot in all conscience allow this relationship between Harry and this Death Eater to continue. We must remove the child forthwith. I am quite happy to take on the responsibility of the bond if you are unwilling to do so Black, and I ..”

“No.” It was Farid

Fudge spluttered to a halt.

“What? What did you say my boy?”

“I say no. I not leave my Masteerr. I not go do dyou. I stay wiz Masteerr.”

Fudge was going red, and he was on his feet ready to rage at Severus.

“Now see here my dear boy, you do not know what this man is like. You do not understand the world like I do. He is taking advantage of your innocence.”

Farid looked at Severus. He was silently asking permission again. Severus was unsure why Farid was asking or what he was about to do, but the boy’s instincts had repeatedly proved to be good. Severus smiled his acquiescence for whatever he was about to do.

Farid stood up.

All at once, the air was crackling again with repressed magical energy, and Severus realised that since his confrontation with Voldemort, Farid’s control had become so much better. There was no way that the boy was about to lose control, but that was not the impression he gave. Fudge’s eyes widened at this subtle demonstration of the boy’s tremendous power. Everyone was staring at Farid, and then he began to speak.

“I ham sorry Sir, boot I jo not know who dyou are. You chave come here and insult my Masteer and tell me zat I am too stupid to know that che is good man? I ham not innocent. I chave not been for wery long time. I am man I make my choice myself, and I vant to stay wiz Masteerr. I not understand vhy novon understand zis. I vill not go viz dyou unless Masteerr vant. I stay viz chim for alvays.”

Farid had tears in his eyes, trembling with emotion, and Severus just wanted to take him in his arms and hold him. It must seem to Farid that every new person he met wanted to take him from Severus, and it was obvious to him at least if no one else, that Farid really did not want to be taken away. Of course, Severus thought that was mainly the bond making him act like that, but he also thought that deep down perhaps Farid did truly love him.

But Black was on his feet right now. Farid looked in his direction and cringed. Farid had not been witness to Black’s change of heart had he? The last time he had seen the man had been when Ron had decked him. Then Voldemort had attacked, and he and Lupin had tried to restrain him forcibly, so he would have no idea that Black was about to defend them this time.

“That is enough thank you Minister. Farid is not on offer. As he has just said, he is an adult and as I told you yesterday, he is happy with Severus.”

Farid was peering at Black, obviously reassessing him, but the animagus had not yet finished speaking. “Even if it were possible for you to take on the bond we could not let that happen because….erm…”

Black seemed lost for words for a moment, but that was okay, because Farid obviously was not as he continued.

“Only vay for me to come viz dyou is if dyou rape me, Mineesteerr.”

Fudge started to splutter, but Farid was still speaking.

“And zat would take really long time, because I haz meet men like dyou before and dey always haf really small..” But he stopped there, unable to continue as Albus said, rather loudly to him, “FARID!!”

Farid was astonished. He stopped speaking and looked at the headmaster as if he was the strangest thing he had ever seen. However, even though Albus had stopped him, there was no way of mistaking what he had meant, for Farid had illustrated his words by raising his hand and wiggling his pinky finger back and forth.

Fudge looked fit to explode, as did Black and Lupin and funnily enough Minerva, only in the case of the latter three, it was because they were suppressing laughter rather than succumbing to apoplexy.

“Well I ..never! I mean… truly!” Fudge was lost for words, but Albus was on his feet and steering him tactfully out of the room

“I think the press are waiting for you Minister," he was saying, as Fudge continued to splutter, “did you hear?… have never been so insulted.” They heard Albus assuring the Minister that Farid’s English was not always good and that was surely not what he had meant.

Farid looked affronted. “Vas my English not good?” He asked everyone. “I mean to say che haf wery small dick.”

With that Severus, Black, Lupin and Minerva all dissolved into fits of giggles, which took several minutes to subside, and poor Farid just watched them looking very confused indeed.

After the laughing though, there was an awkward silence. Farid had sat back down and was simply gazing at Black and Lupin through his lashes. Together Severus and he had somewhat overcome his initial reluctance to look people in the eye, and these days he did quite well, most of the time. But he was obviously uncertain about what to make of these two men. He had not exactly seen either of them at their best.

Severus surprised himself by genuinely feeling sorry for them both. They were James Potter’s oldest friends, they had promised to protect his child, and yet, here he sat before them, obviously unsure about them and clutching the hand of their life long enemy. So Severus took it upon himself to introduce his slave properly to two men who had known him since birth and would surely, under different circumstances, have been his favourite childhood companions. But instead of welcoming them into his life, Farid seemed uncertain as to what they wanted of him and was uncharacteristically quiet and subdued for the rest of the morning.

Much, much later, Farid was curled against his Master. He was naked again apart from his collar, and his cheeks were stained with tears for the second time that day. The meeting had been such a struggle for him in the end. He had been anxious that Albus was cross with him for a reason he could not understand, and made Black spill his tea all over the table when he asked Dumbledore upon his return, whether he wanted Farid to strip for his beating. The poor boy was sure he had somehow earned a punishment for saying something wrong, though he had no idea what that thing might be.

Albus had looked incredibly sad at Farid’s words and had sat the boy down and told him, that no, he hadn’t been cross at all. He explained to Farid that he needed to learn that there were some things that one just didn’t say in the company of people that one did not know. Black had strenuously objected to Albus’ words, pointing out that Fudge had been rude to both Severus and Farid, and, as Severus was forbidden to speak, Farid had merely been defending himself and his Master. He’d then made the mistake of asking Farid what it was like when Yusuf had important visitors that he wanted to impress. Nobody felt very cheerful after Farid pointed out that, in that case, he had either been gagged or had other things shoved in his mouth, and that nobody had ever asked his opinion on anything at all.

Later still, Remus had produced photographs of Lily and James, which he proceeded to show to Farid. The desolate look in the boy’s eyes as he saw his parents for the first time and the poignant tears that dried on his cheeks, had made them all even sadder. All the while, Farid could not understand why everyone was so gloomy and what he had done to upset them or what he had said to make them argue about him when just a little earlier, they had all been laughing.

In the end, Severus had taken him back to their rooms to calm him down and sooth his confusion; for several of the strange magical objects which lined Albus’ walls had begun to explode when Farid started to lose control of his power as he became increasingly upset. His arm draped over the boy’s shoulders as they left, and Severus chanced to look back at the others to say goodbye. He saw how desolate they had all become in their turn. He thought that he would need to talk to them later, when Farid was in class, and comfort them all. This was surely a paradigm shift, for since when did Severus Snape ever comfort anyone or worry about the feelings of others?

It was more than hour before Severus was able to return to the meeting, having finally left Farid with the ubiquitous Ronald Weasley. They spent the rest of the morning designing a training plan for Farid in which they would all participate. Then one by one, each in turn, Minerva, Lupin, Black and even Albus had expressed their sadness at Farid’s childhood treatment and frustration as to how they would deal with it. Severus had pointed out that Farid had come a long way from the scared, submissive boy that he had rescued just a few short weeks earlier and that he needed time and understanding. He shouldn’t be forced, he told them, or made to feel inadequate. He should just be accepted and welcomed for the very special person that he was.

He had felt wrung out by the emotional meeting, and now he desperately tried to console his slave who was simultaneously worried that he was upsetting people without realising and very anxious about the battle that he was someday expected to fight with Voldemort.

They talked about that for sometime, and Severus tried to reassure Farid, though he was not very sure that he succeeded. Then they talked about Black and Lupin

“I jon’t unjerstand Masteerr, vat do zey vant from me?” Farid said sadly. “Zey vant zomzing and zey look at me wiz sorrow in zer eyes, it make me frighted.”

“They want absolution, sweetheart.” Severus had replied. “They want to be forgiven for what happened to you.”

“Is it because I am broked zat zey is zad? Zey make my cheart cry Masteerr and I not know vat to jo.”

“You are not broken Farid. You are one of the strongest people I have ever met,” Severus had told him, tenderly placing a kiss on the boy’s head

“Jes Masteerr,” Farid replied in a soft, sad voice, nodding to emphasise his words. “I is all broked up.”

Severus had swept him up in his arms then and carried him to the bed. He gently placed him in the middle of the green silk cover, thrilling at the contrast with the boy’s pale, milky skin. He placed a finger on Farid’s lips at the boy’s questioning look.

“Shush my own,” he whispered. “Close your eyes. Don’t speak. Just let yourself feel, and I will show you that you are not broken, not really. Not broken at all.”

Then leisurely, and oh so lovingly, he began to place tiny kisses on the boy’s face and tearstained cheeks. He was not going to hurry. He was taking it slowly. For tonight, he was determined to make love to his beloved boy. He had taken a double dose of Anti-lust potion earlier, though he had not yet told Farid. He was determined that right now, nothing was going to get in the way of the boy’s pleasure. He had had sex with Farid countless times and knew all the little things that the boy found most arousing, but never before had he made love to him quite like this.

He followed his licks with tender caresses and little nibbles. He continued on like this, persisting, not giving up, whilst Farid moaned and writhed on the bed, arching into his ministrations, his determined lovemaking. Until finally, of it’s own accord and totally unbidden, Farid’s cock started to harden all by itself.

Severus smiled in an almost feral way. “Good boy, clever boy,” he whispered to Farid, all the while playing with Farid’s organ stroking it, caressing it whilst it became harder with each fond consideration. It took a long time, but Severus wasn’t worried, he had all night as far as he was concerned.

He worshiped Farid’s body with everything that he had. Skin rubbed against skin, silky and warm, and he continued kissing and licking his way up and down Farid’s torso, tasting Farid, luxuriating in the very essence of his glorious body. He poked his tongue into the boy’s navel and laved his way down until he was gently nibbling Farid’s sweet pink balls. Farid was mewling, squirming under Severus’ insistent tongue, but as ordered he still did not speak.

Next, Severus ran his tongue over Farid’s cock. Up and down the shaft, darting little licks at the slit. The boy’s eyes were squeezed shut, his cheeks were flushed and he was arching his back, clenching his fists in the silk coverlet. Finally, satisfied that Farid was indeed hard enough, Severus opened his mouth and swallowed the boy, as deeply as he could, and if his mouth had not been so occupied, he would surely have laughed aloud as Farid screamed and involuntarily thrust his hips forward.

Severus spread his hand and placed it on Farid’s flat, perfect stomach. He chuckled affectionately, deep in his throat, producing a rumbling vibration, which caused the slave to writhe even more. Gently but firmly, he pushed the boy back down on to the bed.

He ran this same hand up over Farid’s ribs and then teasingly played with the nipple rings. Little shudders ran through his slave as Severus pinched and tweaked the sensitive, pierced nubs. With the other hand he cupped each of Farid’s balls in turn, massaging them with his thumb, the slightly calloused skin, making the surface of his fingers just a tiny bit more interesting on the boy’s receptive sacs, producing more delicious shivers with every fond stroke.

Farid was begging now almost incoherently.

“Pleaspleaspleaspleaspleaspleaspleaspleas,” the words became whimpers and finally the whimpers became a longer high-pitched scream as Farid lost all semblance of control and came hard into Severus’ mouth.

Severus swallowed delightedly and sat up, grinning widely, more than pleased with himself.

But Farid was trembling. He gathered him into his arms, wrapped his body around the boy and rocked him to and fro as violent sobs wracked the man-child in his embrace.

“Oh Masteerr, oh Masteerr. I never, oh Masteerr.”

“Shush sweet one,” Severus murmured into the boy’s slender neck, kissing him gently still, soothing him, and loving him with all that he had.

“I never knew it could be like zat!” Farid sobbed. “It vas, oh! It vas vonderful. I explode, I tremble. It make me melt.”

“Clever boy,” Severus repeated. “So clever, so good, clever, clever boy.”

The sobs stilled eventually and the juddering breaths became more even, as Farid slowly lost his battle with sleep. And still Severus held him, ruefully noting his own, not inconsiderable erection that gradually waned as time went on. He smiled to himself, despite Severus’ undoubted skill, this time the potion had failed completely

“You’re not completely broken darling,” he told the sleeping boy softly. “No where near broken, my love.”