Deserving (Final Chapter)

Chapter 48



“Papa, papa, look,” said Serena when she saw Harry coming out of the fireplace. “Look, Papa, look Sir,” she pointed to Harry. “Sir, Sir,” she cried out extending her hands so Harry would pick her up but he was too taken back by her words. Was she calling him Sir?

Severus looked shocked but reacted right away and went to his husband with open arms. When he had Harry in a hug he said: “Do not answer.”

“But she is calling me,” said Harry into the Potions Master’s ear.

“We taught Richard how to call me Papa I am sure we can do the same with Serena,” explained Severus.

Serena called to Sir again and again and when Harry did not respond she got very upset. She saw Harry’s broom standing in the corner of the sitting room and looked at it very intently. The broom rose, to her Fathers’ amazement and even more so when they saw it fly towards the fireplace. Harry just barely saved it from the flames.

Harry looked at Severus who was having a hard time swallowing.

“Um, Severus, can she do that?”

“She just did,” said Severus still trying to make sense of what he had just seen.

“But what happened to twinkles?” Harry said still tracing with his eyes the amazing path his broom had just taken.


“Twinkles are un-channeled magic. Apparently Serena has found a way to channel it successfully,” explained Severus to Harry and himself.

“Is that normal?” asked Harry tentatively.

Severus shook his head. “No, S… Dada. No, Dada I do not believe it is,” he corrected.

***

Back in the bedroom Severus found Harry standing in front of the window. He approached his husband, wrapped his arms around him from behind and proceeded to pepper kisses to Harry’s neck. Harry turned in his husband’s arms and found Severus’ mouth. The kiss was intense and Harry couldn’t help but feel that Severus was trying to heal him with the kiss. He broke the kiss reluctantly and not wanting to part from his husband he kept their foreheads together.

“I am fine; really I am,” said Harry with a breathy voice.

“She will learn I promise you. She will call you Dada pretty soon,” Severus assured.

“I am not that fragile. We have been through this together, although I must confess, I don’t know how you did it. It broke my heart not to answer to her calling. It’s like every day I discover how very strong you are and what an imbecile I am.”

“Sir, a person who strives to change, to grow cannot be considered an imbecile. It negates the definition.”

Harry knew his husband was being too kind and there was something else on his mind.

“Her magic is not common; is it?”

Severus shook his head. “No, Sir, it is not. We will have to inform Poppy of this.”

Harry considered Severus’ words. “Is it a bad thing?”

“No, Sir, magic should never be considered a bad thing. I grew up with my father trying to convince me that it was foul and it only served as a stimulus to embrace it more. My powers grew and that made me a desirable target of the Dark Lord.”

“Severus, I don’t want to hear his name ever again in this house. We will deal with this and she will grow up happy and proud of her magic. Is this understood?”

“Yes, Sir, it is,” said Severus bowing his head.

Harry lifted Severus chin so their eyes could meet. “We should talk about this ‘Sir’ business,” said Harry leading Severus to sit at the window seat. “Look I have to confess that I like it when you call me Sir. It makes me feel secure. As if you knew and were telling me that you belong to me. And I guess that if you belong to me you won’t leave me. Does that make sense?” said Harry looking, at Severus and trying to read his reaction.

“I do not have a problem referring to you with respect.”

“That’s all good and well but our children are growing and they are noticing things. And well most people don’t go around calling their husband Sir. I think that gives the wrong impression,” Harry waited again for a reaction that did not come. “I was thinking that maybe we can leave the Sir for the bedroom,” Harry thought about his words as he was saying them without having thought about them before this instance. “You do know that I wouldn’t punish you if you wanted to call me Harry all the time; right?” he looked into his husband’s eyes with doubt.

“I know you to be a kind and just spouse,” said Severus, trying to avoid making too much out of the whole thing.

“And I was also thinking that you should call your friends and former colleagues by their given names also. Well, except… you know…” said Harry not quite knowing how to phrase his thought. “Neville. I mean you can call him Neville just not when I am around and not when you’re talking to me about him.” To Harry’s surprise Severus was trying to conceal a smile. “What?”

“I cannot help feel a twinge of pride that my young handsome husband is jealous of another man.”

“Do I have to remind you that there is a history with you and this other man?”

Severus wondered if Harry knew that his history with Neville was as chaste as Harry’s with Mr. Creevey.

“So are we clear. These are only request. You can actually do as you feel fit and I won’t challenge it. We are clear on that; right?”

“Crystal clear, Sir,” said Severus with sly smile.

Harry looked shy and said: “Let’s have it then. Let’s hear you say it.”

It took Severus a minute to realize what Harry wanted to hear.

“I believe I am owed mind blowing sex, Harry,” he said with an even wickeder smile.

Harry smiled but had no control over a yawn that escaped him, making Severus remember that his husband had not slept in over thirty-six hours. Severus guided Harry towards the bed and slowly divested him. Harry offered no resistance before he knew it he was on his stomach and his husband was rubbing lavender oil on his back. He was out to the world in seconds.


***

Severus felt the warm saliva bathing his manhood. The suction was just the right amount to send him to the moon and back. Those two fingers toying with his rectum added the perfect touch. He was in heaven. Never before had he had such a blow… Severus opened his eyes in complete and utter shock. The fact that his eyes were open and he was no longer dreaming did not stop nor affect the feelings that his body was having. He looked down to see Harry’s face buried in his crotch.

“Sir,” he said with difficulty. “Sir… what?” oh what was Harry doing? Oh yes, another finger. The burn was exquisite. A part of Severus wanted Harry to stop. He was supposed to be giving his husband this pleasure. But another part of him would have burned in hell so this feeling would never end. He ran his fingers over Harry’s messy hair, thinking he should pull his husband’s head up but instead he found himself caressing the hair in order to keep the head right where it was.

“Sir, Sir it feels so good. Sirrr,” he said amongst shallow breath.

Harry looked up at Severus with a grin from ear to ear. He scooted up to capture Severus’ mouth.

“Good morning,” he said after a long heated kiss.

“Indeed,” said the Potions Master.

“I always make good on my word,” Harry said nibbling on his husband’s ear, neck, chest, and stopping at Severus’ nipple he looked up into his husband’s eyes.

Severus placed his open hand behind Harry’ head and guided him to his chest. Harry resisted a bid.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” said Harry with concern.

Severus gave him a tender smile and guided Harry’s head again this time meeting no resistance. Harry dove in and emerged with tiny pool of milk puddle in his tongue. He closed his eyes and swallowed in front of Severus.

“It’s warm.”

“And probable bitter,” countered Severus.

Harry shook his head. “Comforting,” and went back to sucking on his spouse’s nipple. Severus felt as it went from experiment to pleasure. Harry was sucking and he could feel the fluid leave his body to enter Harry’s.

“Oh,” he moaned.

Harry looked up. “Am I hurting you?”

Severus looked into Harry’s eyes with tenderness. “Pleasure is all I feel when I am in your arms. Please do not stop. Please show me how I belong to you and only you.”

Harry could not believe that he could make this strong man plea for his touch. He continues to kiss and nibble Severus’ torso until he got to his groin again.

“Now this is a taste I know I like,” he said looking up into dark wanton eyes. He gulped Severus down extracting a moan that emerged from the man’s soul. He smiled with his mouth full and maneuvered Severus’ legs into a bent position which allowed him access to his partner’s rectum. Harry let go of Severus who immediately felt the lost and showed it with an unspoken plea.

“Hush,” he said although Severus had not made a sound. “I just need to coat my fingers. You like it don’t you? You like it when I finger you,” he said with a sly smile.

Severus nodded with eagerness. Harry coated one finer and showed it to Severus.

“Another?” he asked teasingly.

Again Severus nodded eagerly.

Harry showed him the two coated fingers and gave him a sideway smile. “Another?”

Severus closes his eyes as he hissed: “Please!”

Harry chuckled and started a slow ministration with his fingers. One by one he entered his spouse as he sucked on the Professor’s cock making Severus moan and trash his fist on the mattress.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh,” was the scream of pleasure that escaped Severus’ soul.

Harry looked up with a smile and licked a drop of cum that was escaping his mouth. “Mind blowing enough for you?”

Severus struggled to catch his breath and keep his eyes open when he finally managed this he thought that Harry’s face was the most beautiful image he had ever seen. Was he really going to wake up every day of his life to those beautiful eyes? He closed his eyes in fear.

“What is it?” Harry whispered, not wanting to upset Severus.

“It is very scary and nothing I can do would help it?”

“What is scary?”

Severus took a deep breath and filled his heart with courage. He knew that his words would never be echoed by his husband. That his words would probably make his husband uncomfortable but he longed to say them and he did: “The fact that I love you.”


***

“This has to work; it just has to. Do you have any idea how dangerous he is right now?” said Kingsley in the Potter sitting room, not asking anyone in particular. They were all waiting to hear from Hagrid.

“He is like a cornered animal. Have you read all the rubbish he has been writing about Mona and how she is helping the Death Eaters reunite and reorganize? Rubbish! Pure rubbish.” He paced from one side of the room to the other. “We need to get their magic back. They need to be able to defend themselves. He is preparing and this time he has little to lose. That is dangerous. Anyone who knows anything about warfare will tell you that that is the worst kind of enemy to have.”

“Kingsley, will you please sit down? We are all quite aware of the situation. I am sure we will soon hear from Hagrid. Good news I hope,” said Minerva from Harry’s favorite chair sipping some of Kreacher’s chamomile tea.

“If anyone can get the placenta of a unicorn that would be Hagrid. The man cannot walk in a straight line without knocking everything in his path but he does have a way with magical creatures,” assured Poppy.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. They could think of numerous times when Hagrid’s abilities were not all there.

“KINGSLEY, sit down,” Sly ordered his boss while comforting Millicent in his arms.

Draco walked up to his husband and smiled that was all it took for Kingsley to take him his arms and stay still until Hagrid appeared through the fireplace. Everyone looked at him expectedly. They could not read his face until they saw him look down at his huge hands that were carrying a big leather bowl.

“Good day everyone,” said Hagrid with a broad grin.

“You’ve got it!” said everyone at once.

Hagrid’s chest blew up with pride. “Yeah, well it wasn’t easy, mind yeh…” but there was no time to listen to the half giant’s story. Kingsley took the bowl from Hagrid and apparated to the lab in the basement where Harry, Severus and Neville awaited. Severus took the precious cargo and headed to the table where he and Neville began working on the potion.

“Best leave them to their task,” suggested Kingsley.

Harry knew he was right and followed him upstairs to wait with the others.
Neville could see his professor’s hands shaking. “The time has come professor. It is finally here. We are going to give them back what no ministry has the right to take away. Especially not from innocent witches and wizards.”
Severus knew Neville was right. But he could not stop feeling a twinge of fear. What would the ministry do when they found out that their decreed had been revoked?
“Professor, we can’t always be with them? They need to be able to protect themselves,” said Neville as if reading the Professor’s mind.
Yes of course Mr. Longbottom was right. He took seven drops from the shimmering bowl and transferred them to the potion that was brewing in the middle of the table. The potion went from a dull green to a shimmering blue. They watch how a cloud of sparkeles hovered above the caldron then zoomed back into it. The potion was done. There was no turning back. The Marked Ones would get their magic back and hopefully that would lead to finding a way to give their children the magic they are entitled to.
***

Once upstairs everyone tried to make light conversation to try to make time pass but every time someone would cast tempo only the second hand seemed to move. They all noticed when Harry perked up his ear and apparated retuning minutes later with Serena who had just woken up. Everyone celebrated her arrival with the customary praises: big, how pretty, how smart. Once again Harry perked up his ear and handed Serena to Milly and apparated again. As soon as her dad disappeared Serena’s lower lip began to curl and her eyes watered.

“Don’t cry Serena. Dada will be right back. He just went to get Richard,” Millicent cooed.

But Serena wanted no part of it. She did not know Millicent the way that Richard did. To her she was a stranger. Draco reached her before she could cry out loud and his was a face she recognized. She pulled in her tears and uncurled her lower lip. Kreacher popped in with a bowl of hot cereal which lit up Serena’s face. Kreacher did not want to tell Master Draco to give him the child. A good elf never told a master what to do but he needed to feed Serena who in turn had no idea why this was taking so long. So she stared at the bowl and soon it was flying towards her outstretched hands. Once the bowl reached her hands she let it drop because it was too hot and began to cry.

Everyone was so shocked by what they had just witnessed that no one stopped to console the poor crying child. Harry popped in with Richard at his side to find his visitors all gaping at his crying daughter. He rushed to Serena and grabbed her from Draco.

“What happened?” he asked swaying Serena so she would stop crying.

“She burned her hands,” answered a still dumbfounded Draco.

Harry saw the bowl on the floor. “You let her have a hot bowl?”

Draco shook his head. “No, she…” he stopped to trace with his eyes the route that the bowl had taken in hopes of finding the way to explain it to Harry. “She took it,” said Draco as if talking to himself.

Everything fell into place for Harry and he knew that Serena had been up to her “channeled magic” again.

“Oh, that,” he said looking at his guest. “Yeah, it seems she has found a way to channel her magic. At least that is what Severus says.”

“Harry,” cried Hermione. “That’s not good.”

“No it is not,” Minerva chimed in. “If Single were to find out that her powers are great at this young age he would try to use that against your family Mr. Potter.”

Harry did not like the sound of that. He handed Serena to Kreacher and instructed him to take the children to the kitchen and give them breakfast. Once the children and Kreacher were gone Harry turned to the Headmistress.

“How can he use that against my family?”

“Harry, don’t you see? He will surely try to imply that Severus’ dark magic has seeped into Serena,” said a clearly concerned Hermione.

“That’s absurd; she is just a very determined child. Look my aunt tried to cut my hair off a number of times and it always grew back.”

“Harry,” cried Hermione again. “Did you intend for it to grow back?”

“Well, no… I didn’t know I was a wizard. That I could do such things,” Harry analyzed as he spoke.

“Harry I don’t think Serena knows she is a witch but I do think she knows what she wants and she knows how to get it.”

“Harry, have you tried to make her stop?” asked Ron.

“NO! We can’t tell her that what she is doing is bad. It isn’t. And both Severus and I grew up in homes where magic was despised. We won’t do that to our children,” protested Harry.

“Mate, we are not saying that what she is doing is bad we are just saying that you may not want to encourage it,” defended Ron.

“We don’t applaud it. Severus says that if we don’t make too much of it she will grow bored and stop and he is pretty good at these things.”

But Harry caught Millicent’s smile. And everyone followed his gaze. She was barely holding back a bark of laughter.

Millicent looked at everyone and tried to take deep breathes to keep her laughter in.

“I am sorry, but I can’t help it. This is just the beginning. Serena will be a handful and there is little that can be done about that. Wait until she…” but no, she would let it be a surprise. She knew they would all be there to witness the transformation.

“Till she what?” asked Poppy.

“Oh, don’t mind me. It’s just my silly dreams. We all know divination is not an exact science.”

All but Harry seemed to be alright with this statement. He had seen Millicent predict the future too many times to know that in her it was an exact science. Just then Severus and Neville came up with a tray of vials. The potion was done.

Kingsley took Draco back into his arms and Millicent stepped back into the safety of Sly’s arms.

“Who will be the first one to take it?” asked Kingsley.

“Shouldn’t it be the Professor? He made it,” suggested Ron.

“Ron,” cried a frustrated Hermione. “I’ve explained this to you a dozen times. The professor’s magic has not been taken away from him. It has been bounded. No potion can restore it only Harry can.”

All eyes seem to fall on Harry who all of a sudden felt that the fire was too high and waved his wand at it to correct it. It did little to help.

“Draco would you like to go first?” asked Severus unsure of what Draco’s answer would be.

Draco looked up at his tall husband and knew that Kings wanted this over as soon as possible. Draco turned to look at his Professor and nodded. Neville handed the vial to Severus who in turn handed it to Draco. Harry felt it was some sort of ceremony. Ceremony he would not be a part of.

Draco took the little glass bottle and looking into Kingsley’s eyes he downed the content. Everyone held their breath waiting for the results.

“Did it work?” asked Kingsley tentatively.

Draco had no idea. He had felt a surge of energy run through his body but he had felt a similar sensation every time he took a potion. He saw as Kingsley took out a box from his pocket; a box too long and narrow to fit in a muggle pocket. He extended the box to Draco who knew without opening it that it was a wand; a wand of his own. He would once again become a wizard. Kingsley took the lid off and Draco took the wand. No one said a word.

“I don’t know what to wish for,” said Draco mesmerized by the wand in his hand.

Ron approached him and spoke very clearly and slowly. “It’s a wand not a genie.” Making everyone laugh and Draco turn red. Kingsley gave a laud barking laughter and took his lover in his arms joy spilling from his pores. Draco placed the tip on his wand to his neck and made a collar appear stopping Kings’ laughter abruptly.

“Draco?” asked a confused Kingsley.

“I know you have always feared the day I would get my magic back. I wanted to show you that I will always be yours. And I wanted everyone else to know that also.”

“We agreed you would never wear that out of our bedroom.”

“That was before I got my magic back. Now people know that I wear my collar out of my own desire.”

Ron decided that this was a great moment to change the subject.

“So I guess your next, Millicent.”

But everyone present could not help noticing that Sly looked gloom.

“Mark?” asked Millicent.

“I did not think to get you a wand,” said Sly with a sheepish face that also made everyone laugh.

“Ah Mate don’t let Kingsley make you feel bad. He loves showing off. This just shows that you respect Millicent’s independence and you want her to choose her own wand.” His words made Hermione straighten up with pride.

Harry chuckled. “Wow Hermione you have made a dent into that thick skull.” Everyone laughed again; everyone except Snape.

“You do know you cannot take Millicent wand shopping,” said Severus with an uneasy tone.

Everyone seemed to realize that the moment he said it. The mood in the room changed.

“Look, I am sure we can get everyone a wand. We will start some kind of campaign and before you know it every Marked One will have his magic back and a wand to go with it,” said Harry. Now it was Severus turn to stand up a bid taller and prouder.

***


That night when Harry came into the bedroom he found Severus at the window seat.

“Are you still worried about the wands?”

Severus shook his head.

“Is there a reason you are sitting at the Pity Party Chair?”

Severus revealed the catalogue where they had gotten his plug. Harry looked at it and tried to guess what Severus was getting at.

“You want a new toy,” he asked tentatively.

Severus took a deep breath understanding that he would have to explain.

“Amador has his plug. Everyone can see his plug. It tells the world that he is wanted by his master. Mine cannot be seen by anyone.” Severus considered his next words. “Now Draco has his collar and everyone can see it and know that he belongs to Kingsley.” Severus opened the catalogue to the collars.

So this is what the Centaurs were talking about. This is what Severus wanted, what he needed. Harry was not expecting this and did what he usually did when he wasn’t prepared, he made light of things.

“Yeah, well, do you blame Kingsley? Draco is gorgeous. He has to mark him as his own,” said Harry trying to make light of the subject.

Severus closed the magazine and stood to put it back. Harry realized he had hurt his partner and took him in his arms.


“I was jesting,” teased Harry.

“It is no jest that Draco is a handsome young man that anyone would feel proud to call his own.”

Ouch, thought Harry, is that how Severus had taken his little jest? He had cornered himself and would have to come clean or risk hurting his husband.

“I can’t do the collar thing,” said Harry releasing a buff of air.

“I understand,” said Severus still looking away.

“No, you don’t understand. You think I don’t want to place a collar on you because I am ashamed of you and there is nothing farthest from the truth. Look at what you did today. Severus I am so proud of you.”

Severus turned to look at Harry but turned away almost immediately. Harry realized he would have to tell Severus the whole story.

“I can’t do collars because they remind me of her,” announced Harry.

Severus had no choice but to look at Harry with a questioning look on his face.

“Sit,” said Harry guiding Severus back to the window seat. He did not sit next to Severus but crouched down in front of him so he could look up into Snape’s eyes. “Aunt Marge,” he said answering the unspoken question. “It’s true that he did it but she made him do it. In his defense he really did try to get out of it,” continued Harry as he saw more and more questions arrive in Severus’ eyes. Harry realized he was making a mock of things and took a cleansing breath and began again. “Aunt Marge came to visit when I was home the first summer after Hogwarts. She began to drink and all of a sudden she looked me in the eyes and then turned to Uncle Vernon. He must have known what she was thinking because he looked away and tried to distract her with idle conversation.”

Severus realized Harry was explaining how and who had hurt him. He erased all questions from his face and tried to make Harry feel comfortable with his confession. He guided his young husband to sit by his side the kneeling position seeming all too wrong.

“She announced that a another breeder would be visiting them the next day and the Aunt Petunia should take Dudley to an amusement park so his innocent eyes would not see the act the Ripper would be engaged in. Uncle Vernon said it was a great idea and he would take them. But Aunt Marge insisted that she needed Vernon to stay because she did not know this breeder and was afraid he would take advantage of a lonely woman,” said Harry with a chuckle. “Yeah, as if that was going to happen.”

Severus was finding none of this amusing or chuckle worthy.

“Uncle Vernon argued that he had to drive them because Aunt Petunia did not drive. But Aunt Marge got them a cab service. Uncle Vernon was wringing his fingers with desperation. I had no idea why he was so nervous but I enjoyed seeing him so uncomfortable. The next day he was still trying to convince Aunt Marge to let him go with his family but she would hear none of it. We watched from the door as Dudley and Aunt Petunia left in the luxury car sure that all the neighbors were envying them. I couldn’t understand why Uncle Vernon wasn’t gloating also. Instead he looked like a man on death row. Aunt Marge turned to him and squeezed his cheek like she would Dudley. ‘So handsome and tall as always’ she said to him. ‘Do you remember how all the runts from the neighborhood feared you?’ She continued making Uncle Vernon sweat copiously. Apparently the memory was not one he wished to retrieve. He looked at me as if asking for forgiveness; forgiveness for a crime he had yet to commit. ‘You must show him who is sire of this house whole. They get cocky these little runts they do but you are just the one to set things straight.’ She continued as Vernon tore his gaze away from mine apparently not being able to look me in the eye.” Harry considered his next words. Details were not really necessary. Especially now that he knew how Severus felt about him. It would hurt the tall strong man to hear details. “It was fast. A couple of minutes on the kitchen floor. I had to clean up the blood and my clothing so Aunt Petunia would not…” Harry took a deep breath. “As if she would have cared.” He looked into his husband’s eyes who began to pepper kisses all over his face.


Once again Harry could feel the healing intent in Severus’ kisses. Severus cared. He cared about him.



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