Lentesco

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Lentesco – Chapter Thirty-Three



When he blinked the tears from his eyes, he was standing in almost the exact same room. However, opposite him wasn’t a kindly old wizard, but, instead, the painting of one.



“Albus?” he asked softly, voice still that of Aidan’s.



“Harry, my boy!” the portrait sounded relieved. “This is good! And, of course, you have the cure?”



The child nodded, looking miserable.



“Oh.”



“Please,” Harry whispered, “can I see Severus?”



He didn’t even wait for the other’s nod before turning and leaving, determined to find the man he had gone back in time to save. God! It sounds melodramatic to say it like that! he thought as he made his way down the staircase to the dungeon.



He paused outside the classroom, nervous all of a sudden. He wiped his sweaty palms on his robes and absently pushed his non-existent glasses back onto his nose.



He pushed open the door and stepped into the fume filled room.



“What ha-happened?” he coughed as he made his way between benches, searching for Severus.



The children – scared looking third years – parted and let him through. He looked down at the figure on the floor.



“What the hell?” Harry gasped, eyes streaming from the noxious gases.



A terrified lad, tiny even for a first year, piped up, “I – I did something. I don’t know what, but the cauldron exploded and sir fell onto the floor.”



“How long ago?” Harry asked.



A Ravenclaw girl responded, “Oh, just before you came in.” She paused, then said, “I haven’t seen you before, have I?”



“I’m visiting,” Harry said absently as he bent over the prostrate figure. “Severus?”



The figure didn’t move.



“Ok,” he said, straightening up. “All of you, go to the Main Hall. You,” he pointed at the girl, “Go to the Headmaster’s office and tell Professor Dumbledore’s portrait what has happened. You,” he pointed at a Ravenclaw boy who looked reasonably calm, “go to the staff room and tell the first teacher who answers the door what has happened. Ok?” The two looked ready to argue, “I’ll stay here with the professor.” They still looked mutinous. “I’m a friend of Professor Potter’s.” He added, and at once their expressions lifted.



“He’s off at the moment.” The girl said.



“Look,” Harry was getting impatient, “we can worry about that later. Could you please do as I asked?”



Once the two led the way, the rest of the class followed easily enough.



Harry crouched beside the inert figure, smoke swirling moodily around him, and gently checked Severus was not injured in any way.



“Sev?” he said gently, “Sev? I’m back.”



A moan answered him.



“Ah, c’mon, Sev, I go into our collective past, find a cure for you, and all you can say is “urgh”?” he said lightly, although he was deeply concerned.



“Nnnnurgh.”



“Come on, hurry up!” Harry begged, aware that it had been nearly an hour since he had last taken the polyjuice potion; and he did so want Severus to see Aidan one last time.



“Ha…rrrrurgh?”



“Yes, Severus, yes, I’m back.” His heart pounded in his chest, he had a minute at most before it was too late.



The other coughed weakly and tried to lift an arm.



“Oh, screw it!” he said and bent his lips to Severus’.



Despite having been knocked out, Severus was surprising open to being kissed. He gasped as he felt the boy’s mouth on him, and slid his tongue out to rub along Aidan’s. Strength returned and he grabbed at the back of the dark brown hair, holding the boy solidly in position as they tasted and licked each other.



Aidan rolled upon Severus, rubbing his aching length against the older man, almost groaning with despair as he felt no answering bulge. He rocked his hips again and again, trying to coax life into the other’s shaft. But to no avail.



Their lips parted, and Severus blinked up into Harry’s face.



“That was a tolerably pleasant way to be woken up,” he remarked, lifting an eyebrow at the other’s face. Harry’s expression was a mixture of joy, misery, and lust.



“I’m me aren’t I?” he asked, sounding close to tears.



Severus nodded. “Yes.”



He gently pushed the other man off him and began to sit up. “I’m too old for this nonsense.” He commented as he surveyed the tumult that was his classroom. “It was Woodward, wasn’t it?” he asked, shifting to his knees and thence to his feet. “Menace to society that child!” he groused.



Harry couldn’t wait any longer. “My god! I’ve been gone a month, trying to find you a cure, and you haven’t even asked if I found it? Are you a machine?!”



Severus shrugged. “If you recall, before you left, you told Albus that you knew how to help me, but were unconvinced that I would agree to it. I know you succeeded, Harry, before you did.”



The other glared. “God! I hate time travel!” he snarled.



Severus sat on the edge of a student desk, rubbing at his lower back. “And what is it that you think I would be unwilling to do? Believe me, I am open to almost any suggestion.”



Harry’s mouth became a grim line. “You’re not open for this. Believe me.”