Forced To Be A Savior
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Chapter 5 --- Poor Little Harry!
Author’s Note: yes, I know I’m spelling Trelarney wrong. I go to boarding school and my family has our coppies of the books at home. THIS IS WHY I NEED A BETA!!!
Email me at: demon_girl_of_night@yahoo.com if you are interested in being my Beta... I also need a beta for Yu-Gi-Oh, Vampire Chronicles, Van Helsing, Lost Boys, X-men, Buffy... basically I need an all purpose Beta, but I’m okay with several different betas who are proficient in different genres.
Professor Trelarney was sitting in Dumbledore’s office, telling the headmaster of the glimpse Harry had of the futrure... or at least how she had heard it.
“Once every hundred years the stars align and the Goddess smiles on two men...a child comes to change history...”
Dumbledore stroked his beard as he thought about the words that Harry had spoken. “What do you think?” He asked Trelarney, looking up at her.
“Although it is not common for someone to see their own future— I think that is what Harry did.”
“You believe he is spoken of in the prophecy?” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled as Trelarney nodded.
“The prophecy speaks of a child that will change history... who else to bear that child but the Boy Who Lived?”
Dumbledore laughed and leaned back in his chair. “Slytherin may have claimed Harry... but the war will be won by the light.”
“What do you plan to do?” Trelarney asked, blinking owlishly.
“Madame Pomfrey must test to see if Harry is indeed one who may bear children.” Dumbledore smiled and Trelarney found herself shuddering. “If the prophecy is true... then I shall have my savior.”
“But Severus is mated to the boy!” Trelarney pointed out, leaning forward in her chair.
Dumbledore frowned. “Then he will be dealt with. Nothing must stand in the way of a true savior...my child.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry slowly woke, safe and warm in Severus’ arms. Murmuring in contentment, he moved closer to his love, nuzzling into Sevuers’ neck.
“Finally awake, sleepy head? Severus asked, shifting so he was more comfortable and looking down at Harry, who nodded silently. “Are you feeling okay?” Severus asked, concerned that he had hurt his young mate.
“Yeah.” Harry almost yawned, still a bit asleep. He moved up so he could kiss Severus awake and smiled as Severus pinned him down.
“My mate.” Severus purred, running a hand down Harry’s bare chest. “I can still remember when I held you for the first time... no more then five minutes old and I knew you were mine.”
“Severus...” Harry sighed, his eyes closing halfway as he pushed up against Severus’ hand. “Again?” he asked, and Severus laughed before fulfilling Harry’s request.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dumbledore looked down from his position at the Staff Table. Severus was sitting with his Slytherins, Harry on his right, Draco on his left. They were laughing as they ate and drank. As Dumbledore stared at Harry he started to form a plot... he needed to claim the boy for himself... he needed that child from Harry’s prophecy to be on his side...
Harry took a bite of the desert that had appearned in front of him and coughed, his hand flying to his throat. Severus turned and asked something of his mate, who looked up with scared eyes as he began to cough... he cupped his hand in front of his mouth and blood splattered on his hand.
Dumbledore smiled as Madame Pomfrey rushed to the boy... she would take him to the infirmary and, while treating him for the substance Dumbledore had ordered put in his food, would see if he was indeed a man who could bear children.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry decided that he didn’t like doctors or nurses or mediwizards or anything like that. It seemed like Madam Pomfrey had poked and prodded at him for hours before finally letting him leave with Severus. He glared at her over his shoulder as he followed his mate back to their rooms.
Meanwhile Madam Pomfrey looked down at a small vial of potion in which she had placed a hair she’d gotten from Harry... Dumbledore entered the Infirmary as the once clear potion turned a delicate shade of blue.
Madam Pomfrey looked up at Dumbledore and softly whispered: “He is a bearer.”
Dumbledore smiled and swept out of the room, as Madam Pomfrey dropped the potion in her trash... not seeing that, after turning blue the potion swirled for a minute, becoming emerald green before it spilled out into the trash.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“She said it was just an allergic reaction...” Harry whispered as Severus fussed over him. “She’ll ask the House-elves to make sure I don’t get it again.”
“I know that it can’t be that.” Severus practically hissed. “The House-elves make sure to cast anti-alergic spells on the Slytherin Table. I demand that they do.”
Harry froze and sat up, staring at Severus. “Do you think this is some sort of trickery by Dumbledore?”
Severus nodded. “I am practically sure of it.” He looked down, his expression dark. “I think we should leave...”
“No!” Harry cried, grabbing on to Severus’ shoulders. “If we stay we may expose Dumbeldore’s lies!” Severus stared, amazed as he noticed tears running down Harry’s face. “I can’t run... I have to tell the world what really happened to my parents!”
Severus pulled Harry to his chest, trying to stop his mate’s tears. “Then stay we shall.” Severus pulled Harry’s chin up so they could look at each other. “But promise me this... when you walk the halls or corridors, no matter how safe you may think you are, have with you always a Slytherin who has skill with a wand... or Remus or myself.”
“I promise.” Harry whispered, leaning up to kiss his mate gently.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So Harry made sure he did not walk the halls without a ‘guard’, his most common one being Draco, for Lucius had taught his son well when it came to dueling with wands.
While Harry spent his days trying to stay out of trouble, Dumbledore spent his days looking through the old books of Wizarding Law... until he found the one verse which he sought.
... and if a Bearer is found pregnant by a wizard who is not his mate, then that wizard will be given possession of the Bearer, for the child belongs to the father, not the bearer who functions as mother.
Dumbledore smirked and closed the book, looking up at the time... he would have his bearer... willingly or not, Harry would work for the Light’s victory.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry and Draco were in the library, reading a book on Advanced Potions together... when they heard someone walk up behind them. The two turned and looked up at Dumbledore. “Harry, I need to talk with you...” Dumbledore looked at Draco. “Alone.”
“Headmaster... I’m sorry, but Severus does not wish for me to go alone... even with the Keeper of Hogwarts.” Harry whispered, as Draco gathered up their books and prepared to leave.
“I am afraid that I must insist.” Dumbledore practically hissed, grabbing Harry by his arm and dragging him away. Draco froze for only a minute before he ran for Severus.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry backed away from Dumbledore as the Headmaster closed and locked the door ot his office.
“Harry my dear...” Dumbledore smiled and Harry shivered in fear. “As you know, you were gifted with a prophecy... a glimpse of how the light may win the war.” Dumbledore advanced on Harry, who soon realized he had no where to go. “Harry my boy... you are a rare kind of wizard... you are a Bearer, a male who can give birth to a child.”
Harry darted forward, sidestepping around Dumbledore and rushing for the door, only to find it locked. He turned to look back at Dumbledore, tears running down his face.
“That child will save us from the Dark.” Dumbledore said before muttering a spell which bound Harry’s hands and legs. Harry cried out in terror as, with another spell, his cloths were ripped from him... the Past Headmaster’s Pictures looking down in horror and yelling for Dumbledore to stop. “That child will decide who wins the war.”
Dumbledore ran a hand down Harry’s shuddering form, not paying attention to the tears that fell from Harry’s eyes or the screams taht came from his throat. With cruel hands he flipped Harry over on to his stomach and pushed his legs apart. Harry screamed louder and a couple of glass objects in the room were shattered by accidental magic... but this did not stop Dumbledore...
Harry close his eyes in defeat and screamed as Dumbledore thrust into him, tearing something inside and causing him to bleed. Despite the blood now decorating him, Dumbledore kept thrusting inside of the younger boy, his fingers digging painfully into Harry’s hips as Harry tried to get away.
After what felt like an eternity, Dumbledore pulled out and started putting himself in order as an alarm on the fire’s mantal went off. Turning to the alarm Dumbledore muttered to himself and, with a toss of floo powder, left Harry lying on the floor of the office... broken and bleeding.
Harry cried in pain and humiliation, wanting to curl into a little ball and hide... He didn’t want his mate to find him like this... still bleeding from his abuse, with the evidence of the crime still inside of him. Harry thrashed against his bonds, until they were broken by his magic. Harry didn’t have time to sit up before the door practically flew off it’s hinges, and he was enveloped in the arms of his mate.
Harry sobbed into Severus’ side as Tom, Remus and Sirius entered the room. After finding Severus Draco had gone to find the other men... and they had all been stopped outside of the door to the Headmaster’s chambers, unable to break the spell upon it until Harry, in his rage, had released his magic, breaking both his binding spell and the spell on the door.
As Severus cried with his mate, Tom quickly began to extract the memory of the crime from the portraits... they had their evidence against Dumbledore...
“Severus...” Remus whispered, placing a hand on the distressed man’s shoulder. “We need to get him out of here...”
Severus nodded and gently picked up Harry, wrapping him in a warm blanket that Sirius handed him, before the men quickly flooed away... Harry still clutching at his mate and sobbing, as silent tears ran down Severus’ face.
TBC
Author’s Note: yes, I know I’m horrible.... poor little harry!
Email me at: demon_girl_of_night@yahoo.com if you are interested in being my Beta... I also need a beta for Yu-Gi-Oh, Vampire Chronicles, Van Helsing, Lost Boys, X-men, Buffy... basically I need an all purpose Beta, but I’m okay with several different betas who are proficient in different genres.
Professor Trelarney was sitting in Dumbledore’s office, telling the headmaster of the glimpse Harry had of the futrure... or at least how she had heard it.
“Once every hundred years the stars align and the Goddess smiles on two men...a child comes to change history...”
Dumbledore stroked his beard as he thought about the words that Harry had spoken. “What do you think?” He asked Trelarney, looking up at her.
“Although it is not common for someone to see their own future— I think that is what Harry did.”
“You believe he is spoken of in the prophecy?” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled as Trelarney nodded.
“The prophecy speaks of a child that will change history... who else to bear that child but the Boy Who Lived?”
Dumbledore laughed and leaned back in his chair. “Slytherin may have claimed Harry... but the war will be won by the light.”
“What do you plan to do?” Trelarney asked, blinking owlishly.
“Madame Pomfrey must test to see if Harry is indeed one who may bear children.” Dumbledore smiled and Trelarney found herself shuddering. “If the prophecy is true... then I shall have my savior.”
“But Severus is mated to the boy!” Trelarney pointed out, leaning forward in her chair.
Dumbledore frowned. “Then he will be dealt with. Nothing must stand in the way of a true savior...my child.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry slowly woke, safe and warm in Severus’ arms. Murmuring in contentment, he moved closer to his love, nuzzling into Sevuers’ neck.
“Finally awake, sleepy head? Severus asked, shifting so he was more comfortable and looking down at Harry, who nodded silently. “Are you feeling okay?” Severus asked, concerned that he had hurt his young mate.
“Yeah.” Harry almost yawned, still a bit asleep. He moved up so he could kiss Severus awake and smiled as Severus pinned him down.
“My mate.” Severus purred, running a hand down Harry’s bare chest. “I can still remember when I held you for the first time... no more then five minutes old and I knew you were mine.”
“Severus...” Harry sighed, his eyes closing halfway as he pushed up against Severus’ hand. “Again?” he asked, and Severus laughed before fulfilling Harry’s request.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dumbledore looked down from his position at the Staff Table. Severus was sitting with his Slytherins, Harry on his right, Draco on his left. They were laughing as they ate and drank. As Dumbledore stared at Harry he started to form a plot... he needed to claim the boy for himself... he needed that child from Harry’s prophecy to be on his side...
Harry took a bite of the desert that had appearned in front of him and coughed, his hand flying to his throat. Severus turned and asked something of his mate, who looked up with scared eyes as he began to cough... he cupped his hand in front of his mouth and blood splattered on his hand.
Dumbledore smiled as Madame Pomfrey rushed to the boy... she would take him to the infirmary and, while treating him for the substance Dumbledore had ordered put in his food, would see if he was indeed a man who could bear children.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry decided that he didn’t like doctors or nurses or mediwizards or anything like that. It seemed like Madam Pomfrey had poked and prodded at him for hours before finally letting him leave with Severus. He glared at her over his shoulder as he followed his mate back to their rooms.
Meanwhile Madam Pomfrey looked down at a small vial of potion in which she had placed a hair she’d gotten from Harry... Dumbledore entered the Infirmary as the once clear potion turned a delicate shade of blue.
Madam Pomfrey looked up at Dumbledore and softly whispered: “He is a bearer.”
Dumbledore smiled and swept out of the room, as Madam Pomfrey dropped the potion in her trash... not seeing that, after turning blue the potion swirled for a minute, becoming emerald green before it spilled out into the trash.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“She said it was just an allergic reaction...” Harry whispered as Severus fussed over him. “She’ll ask the House-elves to make sure I don’t get it again.”
“I know that it can’t be that.” Severus practically hissed. “The House-elves make sure to cast anti-alergic spells on the Slytherin Table. I demand that they do.”
Harry froze and sat up, staring at Severus. “Do you think this is some sort of trickery by Dumbledore?”
Severus nodded. “I am practically sure of it.” He looked down, his expression dark. “I think we should leave...”
“No!” Harry cried, grabbing on to Severus’ shoulders. “If we stay we may expose Dumbeldore’s lies!” Severus stared, amazed as he noticed tears running down Harry’s face. “I can’t run... I have to tell the world what really happened to my parents!”
Severus pulled Harry to his chest, trying to stop his mate’s tears. “Then stay we shall.” Severus pulled Harry’s chin up so they could look at each other. “But promise me this... when you walk the halls or corridors, no matter how safe you may think you are, have with you always a Slytherin who has skill with a wand... or Remus or myself.”
“I promise.” Harry whispered, leaning up to kiss his mate gently.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So Harry made sure he did not walk the halls without a ‘guard’, his most common one being Draco, for Lucius had taught his son well when it came to dueling with wands.
While Harry spent his days trying to stay out of trouble, Dumbledore spent his days looking through the old books of Wizarding Law... until he found the one verse which he sought.
... and if a Bearer is found pregnant by a wizard who is not his mate, then that wizard will be given possession of the Bearer, for the child belongs to the father, not the bearer who functions as mother.
Dumbledore smirked and closed the book, looking up at the time... he would have his bearer... willingly or not, Harry would work for the Light’s victory.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry and Draco were in the library, reading a book on Advanced Potions together... when they heard someone walk up behind them. The two turned and looked up at Dumbledore. “Harry, I need to talk with you...” Dumbledore looked at Draco. “Alone.”
“Headmaster... I’m sorry, but Severus does not wish for me to go alone... even with the Keeper of Hogwarts.” Harry whispered, as Draco gathered up their books and prepared to leave.
“I am afraid that I must insist.” Dumbledore practically hissed, grabbing Harry by his arm and dragging him away. Draco froze for only a minute before he ran for Severus.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry backed away from Dumbledore as the Headmaster closed and locked the door ot his office.
“Harry my dear...” Dumbledore smiled and Harry shivered in fear. “As you know, you were gifted with a prophecy... a glimpse of how the light may win the war.” Dumbledore advanced on Harry, who soon realized he had no where to go. “Harry my boy... you are a rare kind of wizard... you are a Bearer, a male who can give birth to a child.”
Harry darted forward, sidestepping around Dumbledore and rushing for the door, only to find it locked. He turned to look back at Dumbledore, tears running down his face.
“That child will save us from the Dark.” Dumbledore said before muttering a spell which bound Harry’s hands and legs. Harry cried out in terror as, with another spell, his cloths were ripped from him... the Past Headmaster’s Pictures looking down in horror and yelling for Dumbledore to stop. “That child will decide who wins the war.”
Dumbledore ran a hand down Harry’s shuddering form, not paying attention to the tears that fell from Harry’s eyes or the screams taht came from his throat. With cruel hands he flipped Harry over on to his stomach and pushed his legs apart. Harry screamed louder and a couple of glass objects in the room were shattered by accidental magic... but this did not stop Dumbledore...
Harry close his eyes in defeat and screamed as Dumbledore thrust into him, tearing something inside and causing him to bleed. Despite the blood now decorating him, Dumbledore kept thrusting inside of the younger boy, his fingers digging painfully into Harry’s hips as Harry tried to get away.
After what felt like an eternity, Dumbledore pulled out and started putting himself in order as an alarm on the fire’s mantal went off. Turning to the alarm Dumbledore muttered to himself and, with a toss of floo powder, left Harry lying on the floor of the office... broken and bleeding.
Harry cried in pain and humiliation, wanting to curl into a little ball and hide... He didn’t want his mate to find him like this... still bleeding from his abuse, with the evidence of the crime still inside of him. Harry thrashed against his bonds, until they were broken by his magic. Harry didn’t have time to sit up before the door practically flew off it’s hinges, and he was enveloped in the arms of his mate.
Harry sobbed into Severus’ side as Tom, Remus and Sirius entered the room. After finding Severus Draco had gone to find the other men... and they had all been stopped outside of the door to the Headmaster’s chambers, unable to break the spell upon it until Harry, in his rage, had released his magic, breaking both his binding spell and the spell on the door.
As Severus cried with his mate, Tom quickly began to extract the memory of the crime from the portraits... they had their evidence against Dumbledore...
“Severus...” Remus whispered, placing a hand on the distressed man’s shoulder. “We need to get him out of here...”
Severus nodded and gently picked up Harry, wrapping him in a warm blanket that Sirius handed him, before the men quickly flooed away... Harry still clutching at his mate and sobbing, as silent tears ran down Severus’ face.
TBC
Author’s Note: yes, I know I’m horrible.... poor little harry!