Devils and Angels

Soldiers and Spies









Looking about the darkened house, the figure walked forward. The remains of what had been dinner still sat upon the old table, a book sat perched on its corner. The fire in the small fireplace was guttering out, and a pair of trainers lay haphazardly on the floor by one the chairs, as black robes lay across the back of the other. A hand reached out to pick up the book and the figure studied its title then carefully placed it back. The stairs did not creak with protest when the mysterious form ascended the stairs, for a silencing charm had been cast. Walking down the upper hall, it stopped before the first room on the right, and listened carefully for sounds from within. The hand reached out to turn the knob, but the hand stopped suddenly, as there came to be a wand firmly planted into the side of the mysterious figure’s neck.



“Do it - I want you to,” Snape's voice rumbled low and menacing from behind this as of yet unknown shadow.



“I don’t think that would be necessary Severus.”



Snape stared into the dark for he recognized that voice, which was easy enough for him to do, since he had heard it often enough over the years. “Lumos,” he said, and light flooded the hallway and illuminated his captive.



He hissed in a low tone, “Headmaster! What in the nine hells are you doing here?”



“Well, I shall tell you if you remove your wand from my person, and we go downstairs so we can speak freely,” the old man whispered, then turned back and led the way down.



“Of all the great bloody cheek…” Snape hissed once more with fervour as he followed.



“We need to talk,” Dumbledore said as he took one of the shabby chairs for a seat. He pulled out his wand and gave it a flick and a soft glow sprang from the single candle.



“How did…”



“Rest assured Severus, it was not easy getting through those wards and charms of yours. I do believe it took me the better part of an hour.”



“Why are you here?” Snape folded his arms across his chest and glowered at the man.



“Ah, as genteel as ever, and straight to the point. The reason I’m here my boy, is to find out whether you’re going to come back to us.”



“I’m assuming you mean Hogwarts.”



The old man looked steadily at Snape and said, “Absolutely, and of course the Order as well, Severus. You are needed more than ever – as you well know.”



“No.”



“Would you have someone totally inept endeavour to take your position as Potions Master, and would you allow Voldemort to gain the upper hand as well and win?”



“Headmaster…”



Dumbledore held up his hand cutting off any objections from his potions master, “For quite some time, I’ve known that you have been dissatisfied with the many roles you play.”



“I can’t.”



“At least come back to Hogwarts. Please Severus – it is not safe here. If I can break through your wards as quickly as I did, just how much faster would several Death Eaters, or even Voldemort himself would be?” The Headmaster pursed his lips and paused then added, “Just how safe is Harry going to be?”



Snape stiffened at that last, and his glare intensified, “I can protect him myself.”



“Of course you can, there is no doubt of your abilities. But you can’t watch him twenty-four hours a day – that’s humanly impossible. At Hogwarts, the wards that have been placed there and added to for generations would alert us to an intrusion.”



Severus continued to remain where he was, but his glare faltered a bit when what the old wizard said began to make sense, “But…”



“I understand your other concern as well. Sirius already has come to me complaining about your relationship with Harry,” he removed his spectacles, and sighed as he looked back up to Severus. “Let me tell you a story…”



When Snape’s shoulders, sagged a bit and it looked as if he would finally succumb to rolling his eyes, the old wizard interrupted, “No Severus, I know you are quite tired of hearing my stories, but bear with me as this one is quite relevant indeed. Now will you let me tell it?”



Snape inclined his head, as he reluctantly gave in.



“Many years ago, I had a very dear friend, and we were quite close – we did everything together. One day, my friend met the love of his life, which just happened to be another wizard – a very gifted wizard at that. They kept their relationship secret for fear of persecution, and not even I knew of it even though I would not have cared as long as he was happy. Somehow, it was discovered and their lives were made miserable indeed. False charges were eventually brought against my friend’s lover, and he was sent to Azkaban where he was given a choice, to fight against Grindlewald and prove himself a man, or spend the remainder of his days imprisoned. He accepted their offer to fight for the Light, and he was sent to the front lines where they knew he would die, and he did. I watched my friend be destroyed little by little over his loss, and eventually his suffering became too much to bear.” Dumbledore paused and cleared his throat, as it was obvious the memory still affected him greatly. “Even though attitudes have changed, you and Harry will not have an easy go of it, but I assure you I will do everything in my power to make it easier.”



“Why?” Snape’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.



“I’ll be honest with you my boy – for three reasons. You need to continue being the talented spy you are, Harry needs to be the soldier he is capable of being, and the third: I’ve never had children Severus, and you have come the closest to what I would call son.” The Headmaster sniffed and rose quickly as he replaced his spectacles then headed for the door. He turned and said, “I will take my leave of you – do think it over my boy.”



Severus continued to gape, even after the door closed. He nearly jumped out of his skin when arms came from behind and wrapped around him, “I take it you heard?



“Uh huh, every word.” Harry leaned his head against Snape’s back.



“We’re screwed,” he said flatly.



“In more ways than one,” Harry snickered.



“Don’t be vulgar.”



Harry smiled against the back of Snape’s shoulder, “Come to bed.”



“We have to discuss this, Harry.”



“I know, but we can talk about it later, can’t we?”



Snape nodded and took Harry by the hand, and together they climbed the stairs. Once in the bedroom, he knelt before Harry then reached up and slid the pale blue undergarment down. He proceeded to lavish the younger mans thighs with kisses, all the while murmuring words Harry couldn’t quite make out. Harry's shaft soon began to rise from its dark nest, and the older wizard continued to encourage it until it became heavy and turgid. Placing his hands on Harry's hips, and taking the velvet-fleshed organ into his mouth, he made love to it as if it were a separate entity of its own. Harry reached down, and instead of twining his fingers into Snape’s hair; he twined them through other fingers, as he came with a shuddering moan. The young man’s thighs still trembled as more kisses were laid upon them. Severus worked his way up the glistening body only to stop at, and eventually plunder Harry's mouth, who groaned as his knees finally gave way as strong arms clasped him tightly.



Severus pulled away, and looked into Harry's passion-filled face, then he turned and laid them both upon the bed. Large hands roamed and caressed; teased and tantalized. Harry tried to return the touches, but Snape gently pushed his hands away. For tonight, even though they had already been together, was the night he would claim Harry for his own – body and soul, and he would give of himself - of his heart, to his lover. Harry attempted to turn over to give the older man access, but Snape would not allow it.



“No – not ever again. I want to see your face, and feel your legs around me. I want to look into your eyes, and drown in them when you come for me,” his voice was low and held a desperate edge to it.



His heart was beating rapidly and Harry asked, “Severus?”



Forbidding any further questions, Severus captured Harry's lips once more, and kissed him deeply as if trying to seek out his very spirit. When the kiss broke, Potter suddenly felt lubed fingers at his entrance, and those lips traveled to the hollow of his throat. He moaned when the fingers circled his sensitive flesh then one by one they entered as Snape prepared his lover’s channel. By the time his lips were captured once more Harry was giddy with desire. He felt a knee spread his legs, and something warm and throbbing pushed into him, and it filled him completely.



Releasing Harry's kiss-swollen lips, Snape grasped the face below him and spoke as he slowly began to withdraw, “I’ve never said this to anyone before.” Then he said as he thrust back in, “I love you Harry.”



Not giving Harry any chance to reply, Severus ravished his mouth and explored every nook within. He reached back, and with his hands urged Harry to wrap his legs around him as he began a sensuously slow rhythm that was targeted to that sweet spot inside.



“Open your eyes Harry,” Snape passionately commanded.



He obeyed, and weeping green eyes gazed into black. That very act, of eyes meeting eyes, was as of yet, the most erotic of sensations either had experienced in their lives, because they were seeing into the windows of each other’s soul.



Feeling Harry beginning to tense under him as his youthful body prepared itself for orgasm Snape growled, “Say it! Say my name!”



He continued to thrust, even as Harry came crying and sobbing repeatedly, “Oh God, Severus – Sev-erus – Se…!”



He broke off Harry's cries and crushed his lips passionately, then rose to his knees, and pushing his lover's legs up, he plunged himself deeply as his own release came with Harry's name on his lips.