The Domino Effect

Title: The Domino Effect
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy (secondary pairing)
Warnings: Non-consensual sex, Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Graphic Sexual Content, Rimming, MPreg
Summary: HP/SS – Slash – Chapter 8 of ?. Harry discovers that when he kills Voldemort, all of the Death Eaters will die as well because of the bond that they share with the Dark Lord through their Marks. Harry vows to do anything it takes to allow Severus Snape to escape that fate.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We are publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.
Authors’ Note: Thanks to the incredibly wonderful beta job that Sev1970 did for this story.

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Chapter Eight – Possession and Ownership

Harry looked up as he heard Severus enter the room and forced himself to bite back the inappropriate snort that almost escaped. He knew the older man was probably trying to make himself do otherwise, but Severus was unable to school away his utter shock at the fact that Harry was sitting comfortably in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, one foot casually tucked up under him, and fully dressed.

When Harry had exited the bathroom, he had quickly rustled around in Severus’ bedroom for the items he needed, and had thrown on his trousers and shirt. He had barely settled himself into the chair when Severus had emerged.

“Come over here and sit down on the rug near my feet.” Harry saw Severus reach to remove the towel from his slim hips and quickly admonished the older man. “Leave that towel right where it is. I don’t believe I requested for you to remove it. Now do as I instructed.”

Severus shook his head slightly, confusion clear on his face. He folded down to his knees facing Harry, expecting him to want pleasuring. He looked up at Harry with bright eyes and a blank face, waiting for Harry\'s instructions. He forced his heart to slow and his breathing to even out. He was caught between wanting to run from the room screaming and wanting to do anything Harry asked of him.

“Not like that, Severus,” Harry corrected, his voice low and soothing. “Turn around and sit with your back against the chair in between my legs.” Harry moved his left leg over to give Severus more room, his right leg still tucked up under him.

As Harry stretched to reach something from the table, he could feel the tension radiating off the older wizard, and calmly laid a hand on Severus’ shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “I’m not going to hurt you, Severus. You are mine now, and I take very good care of things that belong to me. You’re never going to want for anything ever again; I swear it.”

Harry brought his hand around to show Severus what he had reached for. “It’s only a hairbrush. I told you I wanted to take care of you tonight.” Without explaining further, he gently began brushing through Severus’ long, damp hair.

Severus sat stupefied and frozen in place as his mind raced uncontrollably. He had never felt so uncertain in his life. He tried turning his head to question Harry, but the young man firmly turned his head back and told him to sit still. He decided to let Harry continue for now, and ask questions later.

Harry blew out a frustrated breath. “Relax, Severus. I know that you’re still wary of my motives, but you should know by now that I am not here to shame or ridicule you. I simply want to do things for you, to take care of you.”

\"I\'m…I\'m not accustomed to such…attentions,\" Severus said nervously as he forced his shoulders to relax and let out a long breath.

“Well, learn to get used to it.”

Harry lightly kissed the crown of Severus’ head, and then went back to carefully brushing his hair. Slowly, the tension eased out of the older man, and he leaned against Harry’s leg. His eyes slid closed and he moaned softly at the pleasurable sensation as the brush traveled across his sensitive scalp. Eventually, Harry abandoned the brush and began to card his fingers through Severus’ hair, gently massaging the man’s head. Slowly, the peacefulness of the act started to lull Severus asleep.

Harry chuckled at the unbelievable scene of the Potions Master sleeping contentedly, the man\'s head resting against his thigh, ebony hair fanned out across Harry\'s lap, one hand gently holding the calf of his leg. Harry leaned forward, and nuzzled his nose against Severus’ ear. “Come, Severus. Let’s get you to your bed. I think that any other plans I might have had for you need to wait until you’re awake enough to enjoy them.”

Harry guided the groggy wizard to his bed, removing the towel from Severus’ slim hips. Severus’ eyes shot open when he felt the towel being removed, but Harry hurried to reassure the quickly tensing man. “Hush now, I’m only getting you comfortable so you can sleep. Now get in bed.”

Severus complied with Harry’s directive, his eyes half lidded but still fixed on the younger wizard as he found himself being covered with his duvet.

Harry then leaned down and initiated a possessive, demanding kiss that left no doubt to the fact that he still intended to have absolute control over his professor. After the kiss though, he bid Severus goodnight and withdrew, leaving a confused and strangely contented wizard to slowly drift back into dreamland.

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This scene repeated itself for the next two weeks. Harry continually monitored that Severus was eating and resting properly, sporadically helping the man with a bath. Nightly they would sit, Severus at Harry\'s feet, with Harry\'s fingers running through his professor\'s long hair.

On several occasions, Harry and Severus did engage in sexual acts, but it was usually with Severus being the recipient. Once, Harry finished what he had begun in the Potions classroom, and another time, he spent the entire evening mapping out Severus\' body with his tongue and hands, only giving in and suckling Severus to orgasm at the Potions Master\'s begging. Other times were spent in mutual fulfillment, each giving and receiving pleasure.

Their time together became almost companionable, and Harry was almost able to forget, at least for a short while, that there was an ultimate purpose to his interactions with the Potions Master, an irrevocable act that he would have to perpetrate sooner rather than later because outside of the sanctuary of Severus\' rooms, things were anything but peaceful.

Remus had abided by Severus\' request, and had not approached the Headmaster, but as soon as he had recovered from the full moon, he spoke to Severus again about the matter. Severus ranted and raved, pouring out all his confused emotions. When he was done, he had all but thrown the werewolf out of his rooms, demanding that he at least be allowed the dignity of handling the situation on his own.

Harry had his own problems to deal with during that time. Voldemort had become bolder, making more frequent attacks on Muggle villages. The Headmaster had warned Harry no less than three times that the time was soon coming when Harry would no longer be able to forestall the inevitable, and he urged Harry to complete the bond as soon as possible.

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Severus paced around his rooms nervously. He had been so tense all day, so much so that he hadn\'t been able to eat anything. Harry had warned him the evening before that he had something \'special\' planned for the next night, and Severus was quite certain he knew what Harry had in mind and wasn\'t sure he was ready for it. He had kept Harry at bay for two weeks and knew it couldn\'t last forever.

It wasn\'t that he was a virgin and didn\'t want to give up his virtue to Harry Potter, it was in fact, the exact opposite. He was experienced, too experienced, but had never enjoyed the act. None of his partners had cared for his pleasure, only their own. Then again, none had ever cared for him the way Harry seemed to, either.

He glanced at a mirror as he paced past it and stopped to glare at his reflection. \"You\'re a fool!\" he growled at the pale face that glared back at him. \"What are you doing, giving in to him? You\'re a Death Eater! You don\'t deserve someone like him, and you can\'t keep him anyhow! You\'re not going to survive this war and even Harry Bloody Potter can\'t stop it!\" He turned sadly away, scratching at the hideous mark on his left forearm. \"Nor do you want him to. Freedom…\" he whispered softly.

Not even a second later, fire burned through his arm, blazing a trail from the Dark Mark all the way up and across his chest. Severus took a deep breath and nearly screamed. Just as he started for his closet to retrieve his mask and robes to answer his Master\'s summons, a knock sounded on his door.

Harry hurried down the steps to the dungeon, not caring for once who saw him heading to his destination. Harry had been in the Headmaster’s office when word had come from their other spy that Voldemort was planning on launching an attack on Hogwarts within the week, and had need of his Potions Master. Harry’s gaze was a mix of fear and determination as he nodded stiffly to the Headmaster before taking off for Severus’ chambers.

The time for delays had long since passed, and Harry forced away the fear that what he was about to do would negate the weeks that he had slowly built a burgeoning level of trust with his Potions Master. He knocked for only a moment before muttering Severus’ password and barging in the door. The sight of Severus clutching his arm only strengthened Harry’s resolve.

“And where exactly do you think you are going, Severus?” he snarled.

Severus was shaking even as the worst of the pain faded away. \"I\'m being summoned. I have to go,\" he said with a rough voice and turned back toward the closet.

“Oh, I don’t bloody well think so!” Harry sneered, swiftly closing the door behind him and advancing on Severus. “You are MINE, not his. I have sacrificed many things to that madman, but I will not allow him to have you. The last time you came back from him, he had nearly broken you; I will NOT allow him another chance at hurting you. You are answering that summons over my dead body.”

Severus stood gaping at Harry. He couldn\'t have hidden his shock if he\'d wanted to. His mouth opened and closed several times as he tried to come up with something to say. The extreme possessiveness and protectiveness was unexpected, to say the least. He knew Harry had \'claimed\' him, but he had no idea that Harry\'s feelings were so strong as to force him to defy the Dark Lord.

\"Harry… I have to go. I can\'t just stay here. We need whatever little information I can get from these meetings. Something\'s brewing, I can feel it, and I need to find out what he\'s planning, if I can.\"

Severus continued to stand staring at Harry, never in his life having been more unsure of what to do. He knew ignoring the call was a death sentence, and yet he felt compelled to do as Harry demanded. He also felt that he should yell at Harry, admonish him for making such a demand and stating that he would make his own choice and wouldn\'t allow Harry to control him any longer. He just couldn\'t make his tongue work the words into the air. Instead, he clamped his jaw shut and said nothing more.

Harry had to think quickly, because suddenly he realized that it was not just from Voldemort’s tight control that he had to wrest Severus. The Potions Master’s sense of duty to Albus Dumbledore would push him to ultimately defy Harry even moreso than the threat of Voldemort’s cruelty.

“Let our other spy find out the fucking plan. You don’t actually think that you’re Albus’ only source of information, do you? You don’t think he completely trusted you, do you?” Harry spat out, the lie falling easily from his lips.

Severus\' eyes widened with hurt at Harry\'s words, even though he knew them to be true. He didn\'t believe that Albus had trusted him, that he could be trusted, and now he knew it without a doubt.

Sensing Severus’ hesitation, Harry closed the remaining distance between them, and pinned Severus against the wall with his body. “I am the only one who gives a bloody damn about you, and I am in control now, not Voldemort, and NOT Albus Dumbledore.”

He pushed Harry away forcefully and turned his back to him. With his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his eyes squeezed shut, he tried to control his raging emotions. He was hurt, betrayed and angry. He could feel his world crumbling around him as he stood motionless against its pressure. He felt Harry\'s presence behind him, the only thing he had left to hold on to. Harry cared about him; he had taken care of Severus, and had protected him.

Severus sighed tiredly as he slowly faced Harry. Most of the emotion had drained out of him, and he looked defeated. He lowered his arms to his sides, ignoring the slight pain that remained from the Mark. As he looked at Harry, he saw a host of emotions pass through the bright emerald eyes that watched him closely. He was curious about the pain and anger he saw, but said nothing. The strongest emotions he witnessed were compassion and hope.

\"What do you want, Harry?\" he asked softly, his voice giving a hint of hope and wonder.

“The same thing I’ve wanted from the beginning of our time together…you. I will not allow you to leave these rooms tonight, Severus. And I will never allow Voldemort to hurt or control you again,” Harry stated confidently, magic crackling around him as he insinuated a hand between Severus and him and began rubbing the older man’s cock through his trousers. “As of tonight, you are mine. I will possess your body, and wipe away any traces of ownership by anyone else.”

Severus gasped at the touch, and then leant into Harry, his hands lightly pressing against Harry\'s chest. \"I am yours,\" he whispered.

Harry’s mouth closed possessively over Severus’, bruising in its intensity. His hand left Severus’ cock only to anchor against the man’s hip, his other hand sliding around to cup Severus’ arse. Panting harshly, he broke the kiss, whispering a spell against Severus’ lips. Almost instantly, Harry could feel their clothing dissolving off them, and his hand closed around Severus’ half-hard length.

“Let’s take this to your bed, Severus.”

Severus couldn\'t speak, so he simply nodded. He took Harry\'s hand and quickly led them to his room. He started to crawl onto his large bed, then stopped and looked at Harry nervously. He knew exactly what Harry wanted, but still wasn\'t sure he was ready for it. He was scared to give over such control, even to someone who claimed to care so much about him.

\"Harry, I…\"

“I promised you that I did not want to be him,” Harry reassured, raising a brow to make sure that Severus understood his veiled reference to the Dark Lord. “And I meant that.”

His hand stroked gently over Severus’ cheek in an attempt to calm the nervous wizard. After the steps he had taken to prove to Severus that he cared about him, he didn’t want to ruin everything by having to force the man tonight. “Willingly submit to me, Severus. Let me make love to you; show you how good it can be.”

Harry\'s words, \'Let me make love to you\', rang loudly and sweetly in Severus\' ears. He had never heard those words directed at him before. With tear-clouded eyes, he stared at Harry, searching his eyes. All he saw was hope as he nodded again, then leaned in to gently kiss Harry\'s bright red lips.

\"I am yours, Harry,\" he whispered with the slightest of smiles and a light squeeze to the warm hand he still held.


~TBC~


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