How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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A/N~ Okay, yes by now we all know what happens in book 6, but wanna know something? I don\'t care. This is my little world and in my world no one is keeling over. So if people decide to not read any longer because of canon, then I wish them a wonderful day. To me, there isn\'t much difference in canon and most fanon, simply different routes for the characters to be taken down....wonder how many flames this is going to get me.....


Severus woke slowly in the predawn light, his head was aching and his mouth felt like cotton, he shifted as he lay next to Harry and felt tightness in his groin. He closed his eyes again as images filled his mind and then groaned as he remembered the antidote used on him by Damon. Merlin, why did he have to be so fucked up, he wondered.


Careful not to bother Harry, who was still snoring gently, he turned to his other side and began to rock himself back and forth, the terror he’d felt earlier starting to rise again. He didn’t feel safe anymore, he needed something, needed comforting. He looked at Harry again and thought of waking his young lover, but Harry didn’t fill that part of the relationship. Severus was the protector; to ask Harry to be that for him would be upsetting a delicate balance that had been pounded out during trail and mishap. Harry needed to not protect anyone, he’d done too much of it in his short life already. No, Severus couldn’t ask him for what he needed, he’d need to look elsewhere or simply do without. Again.

Severus sat up quietly after a moment, he didn’t want to face his memories alone, he stood and dropped his jeans and quickly pulled on a pair of soft cotton sleep pants. The unforgiving denim was just too much for him right now. He looked down once more at Harry, and with a guilty pang he padded barefoot out of the tent and across the camp to stand hesitantly outside Grant and Damon’s tent.

He stood for a moment, taking a deep breath and thinking for a moment, he was weighing the choices he had. He shook his head and then silently turned away from the tent and began to walk around it. He’d find solace hopefully in his own company. He didn’t want to bother anyone right now; he’d just walk a bit and let his mind pacify itself.

Inside the tent Damon opened his eyes, the wards he’d set the night before had woke him with a tingle. Severus was outside. He turned his head and looked at the outline of his husband’s face in the dark; it had taken Grant a while before he had been able to sleep after what they had had to do to the younger wizard earlier. Damon was honest with himself, he felt awful for the blow he’d given Severus, but on the other hand, he knew that if they had let him go off on his own, the damage would have been many times worse. At least by doing things this way they had made sure any pain was short lived. He laid there a moment to see if the man was going to speak or enter the tent, and wasn’t really surprised when the wards let him know he was no longer on the threshold.

Time to go be a dad, he thought to himself as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, shoving his feet into a pair of slippers as he stood up and made his way out of the tent. Once outside, he looked around quickly and found Severus shuffling toward the fire ring, perhaps to sit and watch the flames. The old wizard didn’t waste his time with pleasantries, he simply walked up to the younger man and took his arm at the elbow and turned him back to head to the camp.

“Damon, what are you doing?” Severus asked quietly, trying to get his arm back from the older man.
“Its early brat, we are going back to bed for awhile.” Damon answered and opened the flap to reveal a sleeping Grant curled under the quilt.

Severus looked around inside the dark tent; he could barely make out the outline of the bed and the sleeping body that rested upon it. As silently as he possibly could manage, Severus began to lower himself to stretch out on the ground next to the bed on the empty side, Damon’s side, when a hand on his arm caused him to jump in surprise and was then shushed by the man.

“Sev, what are you doing?” Damon whispered as he squinted at the younger man, in the half light he could tell the younger man’s head was hanging and his shoulders hunched in fear and shame of being found in his need for comfort.

“I..I’ll go.” He stammered as he tried to pull away to leave the tent. What had he been thinking to feel he was welcomed to stay there, of course they were disgusted with him, even he was disgusted with himself.

“Hush boy,” Damon said gruffly, but not unkindly, “here get in bed.”

With that the older Dom sat down on the edge of the bed and lifted the corner of the quilt and motioned for Severus to crawl between him and Grant. It surely wasn’t the first time the boy had ended up in their bed after a bad spell, and possibly wouldn’t be the last. Severus bit his lower lip nervously in indecision, part of him was ready to dive into the safety of that bed head first, the other part was castigating himself for being a weak ponce that couldn’t deal with his childhood.

Damon sighed and took the younger man’s hand to guide him between his husband and himself, then laying back down and scooting around to get comfortable again. He rolled to face Severus and noticed the boy was still facing him, his eyes downcast and chewing his lip.

He put one arm out and pulled him in closer to him so that the raven haired head was lying on his shoulder as Severus curled his long legs up and tucked himself neatly between the two.

Stroking the messy hair back, Damon closed his eyes again and listened to the breathing of his mate and that of his ‘adopted’ child and smiled to himself. What a wonderfully fucked up family he had, and he loved every minute of it.

“’m sorry Damon.” Severus murmured so softly he almost didn’t hear it.

“There isn’t anything for you to be sorry for, Severus.” Damon whispered back as he felt the bed shift as Grant came slowly to wakefulness on the other side of the younger man.

“Sevvie?” Grant mumbled half awake as he felt the strange addition to their bed, his hand reaching out to find Severus’ back and shoulders. He rubbed them gently as he came more awake.

“Go back to sleep honey,” Damon said gently to his husband, reaching over Severus to stroke his face. “Sev’s between us, he couldn’t sleep.”

“’m ‘k.” Grant mumbled as he arranged himself around the younger wizard so that between Damon and himself, they had him safely cocooned from bad dreams.

“Night baby boy.” Grant mumbled once more as he kissed the black hair on the back of Severus’ head and began to snore again.

Finally feeling safe, Severus closed his eyes and snuggled down into the covers. At this point, he really didn’t care if he was as old as he was, he needed his ‘parents’ the parents that had never harmed him, never taken perverse pleasure in watching him writhe in pain and humiliation in front of others.