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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
18,736
Reviews:
77
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own HP nor do I make any money off of it.
Part 7A
Part 7A
James idly watched from the familiar nest as the small bird toy his Layer had been fond of dip its head for a drink and come back up before dipping back down again. Watching the repetitive motion was making him sleepy, but it was also very soothing. It brought back memories of his Fertilizer’s soothing voice and his Layer’s warm chin feathers.
James stole a weary glance to his mate’s hunched back, watching the hands that had once caressed him and their son lovingly fly over his documents, ripping the silence every now and again with the rustle of papers. The scene was a flashback to only a few years before when James had been incubating Harry’s egg in himself, only James would have been pulling little trinkets off shelves to take back to the nest to amuse him or napping in the comfort of his Layer’s old nest.
His distrust of this wizard was the only thing motivating James to keep awake and be on alert even though he sensed something was wrong with his new clutch. He couldn’t explain it but the eggs he was carrying felt… strange… as though a cuckoo had dispatched the eggs and replaced them while they were still inside him. But, the feeling was probably coming from the fact he did not want to lay another clutch for his mate and have them taken away.
Bored with the bird toy, James began to ponder the pattern on the carpet under his mate’s feet, eyes following the intricate swirls on the carpet. The gold band looped around the green and intertwined with silver only to loop green again and intersect silver.
The heavy oak door roused James just as he began to drift with a groan as a short man appeared in the doorway and nervously announced, “Master Severus Snape is in the lobby and requesting an audience with you.”
James watched a small smile break out on his mate’s face. “Send him in.”
The short man glanced behind him and made a motion with his right hand. Soon, the short man was replaced with the stern, black-haired Wizard who had prodded him the day before. “Welcome, Severus,” Tom greeted. The door sighed as it was closed and the dour wizard crossed the room to sit in the stuffed chair in front of the dark wooden desk.
James watched as the smile on his mate’s face faded as he gazed at the other Wizard’s serious expression. “I am guessing there is something wrong with Sirius.”
“No. All tests on Sirius came back negative for fertility problems,” the Wizard answered.
“Then would you care to tell me why…”
“Your samples, My Lord, however, tested positive for a condition known as necrospermia,” the Wizard interrupted.
James watched as his mate tensed- shoulders straightened and became taut as fists clutched and magic seemed to pour off of Tom. Anxiety began to grip James’ chest and he eased himself into the shadows slowly to avoid his mate’s ire. “And that is?”
The black-haired wizard gave his mate a faint sympathetic look. “A condition in which a large percentage of sperm ejaculated is immature or dead.” He paused. “It is necessary to inform you of this condition because, while it can just result from genetics, it can also result as something far more serious such as testicular can…”
“Get out,” Tom hissed, using the dangerous tone James heard only in his mate’s voice when Sirius got close to James.
The other wizard’s face expression did not change nor did he move.
“Get out Snape or I will arrest you for character assassination.”
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
The dark-haired wizard bowed in respect and did as asked. James would not see him again for ten years. Later that day, James prematurely laid his dead and deformed clutch. James’ paranoia turned out to be well founded when his mate opened one of the tiny eggs and revealed the two-headed Gryffe child it had contained.
For the next seven years, James and Sirius watched as their mate’s desperation grew with each passing day. Forced mating turned to beatings as their mate began to look for a group to blame for his mates’ infertilities and found it in beings he called ‘muggles.’ After five years, Tom began bringing home beautiful young ‘muggles’ every month and would lock James and Sirius away for the day as the home filled with screams. House elves disposed of the bodies.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
The many various species of birds that nested in the barn were normally the first signal of the start of a warm August day. However, eleven-year-old Harry awoke right before the first streak of yellow broke in the East to an unusual feeling in his lower body. Blinking in confusion, he eased himself away from the comforting chest of his Adopter and sniffed the air. A faint, unusual smell hung in the air. As he sniffed around for the source, he discovered it was coming from himself… his groin to be specific.
A blush came over him as he realized what the smell meant. His Adopter had explained it to him years ago. His body was signaling it was mature… that he was fertile.
Fertile… he’d have to leave his Adopter’s nest. He’d have no one again. Even his friends Ron and Virgin had been moved to another nest when their Layer found another mate two years earlier.
Harry was startled when a hand came up suddenly to rest on the cheek of his human form. “It seems you have grown up,” came the soothing trill of his Adopter as the hand on his cheek moved up to gently preen his head feathers. “It is time for you to build your own nest.”
Tears began to gather in Harry’s eyes and he spun around, latching onto his Adopter’s chest and winding his arms around the thin yet sturdy frame. “No!” he squawked.
“Harry…”
“NO!” Harry repeated. “I don’t want to be alone again.”
A hand gently nudged his chin up. “Harry, you will not be alone. I’ll still be here for you to talk to until you or I mate. Now, go begin to build your first nest.”
Harry stubbornly nestled his head back into his Adopter’s chest. His Adopter had a mate- that scary dark haired wizard who would take him away as soon as he knew Harry was fertile. And Harry… he would probably be given to that awful Wizard who threw dirt and snow at him. Who knew what that horrible Wizard would do to him?
“Harry…” came the low warning squawk.
Harry reluctantly released him and slowly moved out of the comfortable nest for the last time. He needed to find the best location to build a nest.
TBC
James idly watched from the familiar nest as the small bird toy his Layer had been fond of dip its head for a drink and come back up before dipping back down again. Watching the repetitive motion was making him sleepy, but it was also very soothing. It brought back memories of his Fertilizer’s soothing voice and his Layer’s warm chin feathers.
James stole a weary glance to his mate’s hunched back, watching the hands that had once caressed him and their son lovingly fly over his documents, ripping the silence every now and again with the rustle of papers. The scene was a flashback to only a few years before when James had been incubating Harry’s egg in himself, only James would have been pulling little trinkets off shelves to take back to the nest to amuse him or napping in the comfort of his Layer’s old nest.
His distrust of this wizard was the only thing motivating James to keep awake and be on alert even though he sensed something was wrong with his new clutch. He couldn’t explain it but the eggs he was carrying felt… strange… as though a cuckoo had dispatched the eggs and replaced them while they were still inside him. But, the feeling was probably coming from the fact he did not want to lay another clutch for his mate and have them taken away.
Bored with the bird toy, James began to ponder the pattern on the carpet under his mate’s feet, eyes following the intricate swirls on the carpet. The gold band looped around the green and intertwined with silver only to loop green again and intersect silver.
The heavy oak door roused James just as he began to drift with a groan as a short man appeared in the doorway and nervously announced, “Master Severus Snape is in the lobby and requesting an audience with you.”
James watched a small smile break out on his mate’s face. “Send him in.”
The short man glanced behind him and made a motion with his right hand. Soon, the short man was replaced with the stern, black-haired Wizard who had prodded him the day before. “Welcome, Severus,” Tom greeted. The door sighed as it was closed and the dour wizard crossed the room to sit in the stuffed chair in front of the dark wooden desk.
James watched as the smile on his mate’s face faded as he gazed at the other Wizard’s serious expression. “I am guessing there is something wrong with Sirius.”
“No. All tests on Sirius came back negative for fertility problems,” the Wizard answered.
“Then would you care to tell me why…”
“Your samples, My Lord, however, tested positive for a condition known as necrospermia,” the Wizard interrupted.
James watched as his mate tensed- shoulders straightened and became taut as fists clutched and magic seemed to pour off of Tom. Anxiety began to grip James’ chest and he eased himself into the shadows slowly to avoid his mate’s ire. “And that is?”
The black-haired wizard gave his mate a faint sympathetic look. “A condition in which a large percentage of sperm ejaculated is immature or dead.” He paused. “It is necessary to inform you of this condition because, while it can just result from genetics, it can also result as something far more serious such as testicular can…”
“Get out,” Tom hissed, using the dangerous tone James heard only in his mate’s voice when Sirius got close to James.
The other wizard’s face expression did not change nor did he move.
“Get out Snape or I will arrest you for character assassination.”
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
The dark-haired wizard bowed in respect and did as asked. James would not see him again for ten years. Later that day, James prematurely laid his dead and deformed clutch. James’ paranoia turned out to be well founded when his mate opened one of the tiny eggs and revealed the two-headed Gryffe child it had contained.
For the next seven years, James and Sirius watched as their mate’s desperation grew with each passing day. Forced mating turned to beatings as their mate began to look for a group to blame for his mates’ infertilities and found it in beings he called ‘muggles.’ After five years, Tom began bringing home beautiful young ‘muggles’ every month and would lock James and Sirius away for the day as the home filled with screams. House elves disposed of the bodies.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
The many various species of birds that nested in the barn were normally the first signal of the start of a warm August day. However, eleven-year-old Harry awoke right before the first streak of yellow broke in the East to an unusual feeling in his lower body. Blinking in confusion, he eased himself away from the comforting chest of his Adopter and sniffed the air. A faint, unusual smell hung in the air. As he sniffed around for the source, he discovered it was coming from himself… his groin to be specific.
A blush came over him as he realized what the smell meant. His Adopter had explained it to him years ago. His body was signaling it was mature… that he was fertile.
Fertile… he’d have to leave his Adopter’s nest. He’d have no one again. Even his friends Ron and Virgin had been moved to another nest when their Layer found another mate two years earlier.
Harry was startled when a hand came up suddenly to rest on the cheek of his human form. “It seems you have grown up,” came the soothing trill of his Adopter as the hand on his cheek moved up to gently preen his head feathers. “It is time for you to build your own nest.”
Tears began to gather in Harry’s eyes and he spun around, latching onto his Adopter’s chest and winding his arms around the thin yet sturdy frame. “No!” he squawked.
“Harry…”
“NO!” Harry repeated. “I don’t want to be alone again.”
A hand gently nudged his chin up. “Harry, you will not be alone. I’ll still be here for you to talk to until you or I mate. Now, go begin to build your first nest.”
Harry stubbornly nestled his head back into his Adopter’s chest. His Adopter had a mate- that scary dark haired wizard who would take him away as soon as he knew Harry was fertile. And Harry… he would probably be given to that awful Wizard who threw dirt and snow at him. Who knew what that horrible Wizard would do to him?
“Harry…” came the low warning squawk.
Harry reluctantly released him and slowly moved out of the comfortable nest for the last time. He needed to find the best location to build a nest.
TBC