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Adult ++
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28,611
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59
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The Cry In the Night
From Chapter 7: The Blood of the Old Man
“I was..am. You are not to do that again unless you ask permission first, or if I ask you to. But, if it can help me regain my memories, I think I can put aside my anger.” Harry flashed a small smile.
“Of course, Alexander. I would be happy to help.” He was relieved. “Now, let’s finish our meal and get back to Hogwarts.”
Chapter 8: The Cry In the Night
Albus called out for the four young people to enter before they even reached the door properly. The group filed in, confused, not as to what they could have done, but what the Headmaster had found out about. Albus waved his hand toward the chairs in front of his desk. As the students sat down, he asked his trademarked question, “Lemon drop?” All four took a candy, certain from the look on the headmaster’s face that they were going to need the calming draught encased in them before the meeting was through.
“Well, children. Certain…information has come to my attention. I’m afraid we have a very large problem brewing ahead, and I need your help to stop it before it’s too late.”
James and Sirius gaped at the Headmaster. Albus Dumbledore needed their help? Lily, although stunned, had the presence of mind to reach over and close her boyfriend’s mouth for him. Remus, ever the logical one, cleared his throat, and answered for the group, “How can we help?”
Albus smiled. This was going perfectly. “It all started when a second Fawkes appeared in my office earlier this morning….”
************
Severus and Harry flooed back directly to Severus’s quarters. Severus gave Harry the tour of his ‘apartment’. The sitting room, study, private potions lab (“Do not even think of entering, Mr. Harrison”), loo, and kitchenette were all downstairs. Upstairs now held two bedrooms instead of one, a rather large library, and a luxurious bathroom. Both men decided that it had been a rather long day, and retired to their respective rooms for the night.
*************
Albus sighed as he answered James’s question for at least the tenth time. “Now, if there is not anymore questions, I suggest we proceed with the spells I explained earlier.” Nodding in agreement, the troupe readied themselves for the Headmaster’s spells. After casting a series of complicated enchantments, Albus paused. “I just want to thank each one of you for doing this. It will mean the world to Harry one day. And if you don’t mind, I have one last spell I need to cast?”
Sirius answered, “Sure, Headmaster. We’ve done this much already. What is one more spell?”
Albus smiled widely, and his eyes glowed with the twinkle of a million stars as he swished his wand and whispered the final spell. “Obliviate.”
*********
Unbelievably tight heat. Harry arched his back as the heat encased him, surrounded him. Nothing could ever feel as amazing. He opened eyes that he was not even aware of closing, and took in the sight of the man thrashing about below him. Long, silky black hair, aristocratic nose, his head thrown back in abandon, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, he was sin personified. The coil of completion developing in his loins tightened. Harry snapped his hips forward, thrusting hard into the other man. Eyelids framed with long, inky black lashes burst open, and suddenly he was staring into the fathomless depths of his love, his soul-mate. Unable to hold back, he shifted his weight and grabbed his lover’s rigid cock. He started hammering into the man’s tight opening, matching the stroke of his hand on the dark haired man’s cock to the momentum of his hips. He felt his lover start to spasm, vaguely heard the man cry Harry’s name with triumph when Harry’s own completion overcame him. He shoved in once, twice, and howled his lover’s name at the top of his lungs, “SEVERUS!”
**********
Severus started awake when he heard his name called out in the night. He wasn’t sure if it was real or if it was a remnant of the dream he had just had. A very pleasant dream, if the state of his nightclothes and sheets were any indicator. He let himself relax back
on the bed as he went over what he could remember of the dream. Oh yes, it was a very good dream. As a rule, he was not a bottom, but in this dream, oh, he was a magnificent bottom. The young man in the dream was pounding into his arse with everything he had, and that was saying a lot. It was glorious. He fought to remember the young man: messy black hair, an odd scar on his forehead, and brilliant emerald green eyes. His spent cock twitched courageously at the memory. Severus was shocked when he realized just where he had seen the young man before – in Alexander’s memory. Grimacing with comprehension, he slid his hand under his pillow and pulled out his wand. Muttering the necessary cleaning spells, he allowed himself a brief smirk at the look of rapture on the young man’s face as he had shouted Severus’s name. Now, Severus only needed to find out who this young man was and why he had called the young man “Harry”.
***********
Harry awoke shouting the name of his new roommate. ‘Holy Hell’, he thought, ‘How did that happen?’ He had recognized his attraction the young professor earlier in the day; if he was truthful with himself, he had felt the simmering heat all day, from the moment he first caught site of the man. But to have an arousing dream about him? His pajama bottoms were soaked with evidence of how arousing his dream had been. Harry lost himself in the recollection of the dream. He had topped the other man. Harry snickered at that. In just the small bit he knew of Severus, he did not think that Severus would be a bottom. No, Severus Snape was definitely a top. Not that Harry objected, in fact, the more he thought about it, the more he thought he would enjoy the dark-haired man covering him. Harry groaned at the mental image. He was still lost in the image as he groped the top of the night table for his wand, waved it casually and nearly moaned out the words for the cleaning charm. He fell back onto the bed, determined to get a little more sleep before morning. His mind drifted back over the wonderful dream. ‘Severus’, he thought, ‘Mmm…how responsive, how utterly sinful’. He was just beginning to succumb to sleep’s clutches when a thought flickered across his mind. His eyes burst open and he sat up in the bed, stunned. “Fucking Merlin! He called me ‘Harry’!”
**************
“Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black, and, of course, the lovely Miss Evans, it is always a pleasure for me to see you four. Unfortunately, I do have another appointment and am afraid that I do not have the time to spend with you that I would like. Won’t you please come to visit again later in the week, perhaps when exams are finished?” The Headmaster smiled as the four students looked at him, confused as to what they were doing in his office.
Remus answered, “Of course, Professor Dumbledore. We understand. We’ll be happy to visit later.” As he finished speaking, the quartet started filing out of his office and down the moving stairs. Albus had a sudden thought, ‘Perhaps a little nudge couldn’t hurt…’
“Mr. Potter, a quick word, if you would?”
James signaled for his friends to go on as he stepped back into the office. “Yes, sir?”
“James, I just wanted to let you know, if there is anything that you need to go to Diagon Alley for, say to visit Gringotts to retrieve certain items, I would be happy to arrange the trip for you.”
James was dumbfounded. How did the old man know what he was planning? He had only made up his mind about retrieving his grandparents’ bonding rings this morning. “Yes, sir. I had thought of doing just that,” he managed to gasp out.
“Splendid, splendid, dear boy. Shall I arrange it for this Saturday, then?”
James nodded. He brought up his hand to push his glasses back into place, and smiled. That was much easier than he ever imagined. “Thank you, Professor. Would nine o’clock be a good time?” At the professor’s affirmation, James thanked him again and bounded out the door to meet his friends and his future wife.
***************
The next morning, the castle was buzzing with the news of the new student. Everyone wanted to know about him, even if he was a Slytherin. It wasn’t often that a new student was admitted late, especially a seventh year and just a week and a few days before the term ended. A hush fell over the Great Hall as Severus entered with Alexander following a step behind. Severus couldn’t look at the young man this morning. Every time he tried, the dream came back to him, and he felt guilty for dreaming about Alexander’s young man. He didn’t seem to notice that Alexander seemed to have the same problem meeting his eyes this morning, also.
James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, and Peter sat together at the Gryffindor table wondering out loud about the Professor Dumbledore and their meeting last night. Lily couldn’t help but think that something was off about the whole thing. She felt slightly different, and her boyfriend and best friends felt slightly unusual, too. It wasn’t anything that she could put her finger on, but it still bothered her. Distracted as she was, she missed the Headmaster’s remarks about Alexander Harrison. She also (thankfully) missed Padfoot’s and Mooney’s suggestive remarks on why Professor McGonagall was going to the Headmaster’s office last night, why she looked so content this morning, and wasn’t Professor Dumbledore walking just a little oddly? James laughed so hard and so suddenly that he ended up spitting his pumpkin juice all over poor Peter.
She snapped out her musings when she heard Peter shout his displeasure to James and the rest of the hall. She never really liked Peter. He just seemed, well, sleazy. Peter stood up, intent on going back to the tower and changing. She looked up to smile her delight at Peter’s departure to James when a movement over his shoulder caught her eye. She turned her head and saw Alexander sitting next to Severus. For just a moment, he seemed to shudder, and she saw someone who looked like James, only with her bright green eyes and an unfamiliar lightning bolt scar. It was over as soon as it started. She stared at him, her heart pounding. “My little boy,” she whispered, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.
“I was..am. You are not to do that again unless you ask permission first, or if I ask you to. But, if it can help me regain my memories, I think I can put aside my anger.” Harry flashed a small smile.
“Of course, Alexander. I would be happy to help.” He was relieved. “Now, let’s finish our meal and get back to Hogwarts.”
Chapter 8: The Cry In the Night
Albus called out for the four young people to enter before they even reached the door properly. The group filed in, confused, not as to what they could have done, but what the Headmaster had found out about. Albus waved his hand toward the chairs in front of his desk. As the students sat down, he asked his trademarked question, “Lemon drop?” All four took a candy, certain from the look on the headmaster’s face that they were going to need the calming draught encased in them before the meeting was through.
“Well, children. Certain…information has come to my attention. I’m afraid we have a very large problem brewing ahead, and I need your help to stop it before it’s too late.”
James and Sirius gaped at the Headmaster. Albus Dumbledore needed their help? Lily, although stunned, had the presence of mind to reach over and close her boyfriend’s mouth for him. Remus, ever the logical one, cleared his throat, and answered for the group, “How can we help?”
Albus smiled. This was going perfectly. “It all started when a second Fawkes appeared in my office earlier this morning….”
************
Severus and Harry flooed back directly to Severus’s quarters. Severus gave Harry the tour of his ‘apartment’. The sitting room, study, private potions lab (“Do not even think of entering, Mr. Harrison”), loo, and kitchenette were all downstairs. Upstairs now held two bedrooms instead of one, a rather large library, and a luxurious bathroom. Both men decided that it had been a rather long day, and retired to their respective rooms for the night.
*************
Albus sighed as he answered James’s question for at least the tenth time. “Now, if there is not anymore questions, I suggest we proceed with the spells I explained earlier.” Nodding in agreement, the troupe readied themselves for the Headmaster’s spells. After casting a series of complicated enchantments, Albus paused. “I just want to thank each one of you for doing this. It will mean the world to Harry one day. And if you don’t mind, I have one last spell I need to cast?”
Sirius answered, “Sure, Headmaster. We’ve done this much already. What is one more spell?”
Albus smiled widely, and his eyes glowed with the twinkle of a million stars as he swished his wand and whispered the final spell. “Obliviate.”
*********
Unbelievably tight heat. Harry arched his back as the heat encased him, surrounded him. Nothing could ever feel as amazing. He opened eyes that he was not even aware of closing, and took in the sight of the man thrashing about below him. Long, silky black hair, aristocratic nose, his head thrown back in abandon, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, he was sin personified. The coil of completion developing in his loins tightened. Harry snapped his hips forward, thrusting hard into the other man. Eyelids framed with long, inky black lashes burst open, and suddenly he was staring into the fathomless depths of his love, his soul-mate. Unable to hold back, he shifted his weight and grabbed his lover’s rigid cock. He started hammering into the man’s tight opening, matching the stroke of his hand on the dark haired man’s cock to the momentum of his hips. He felt his lover start to spasm, vaguely heard the man cry Harry’s name with triumph when Harry’s own completion overcame him. He shoved in once, twice, and howled his lover’s name at the top of his lungs, “SEVERUS!”
**********
Severus started awake when he heard his name called out in the night. He wasn’t sure if it was real or if it was a remnant of the dream he had just had. A very pleasant dream, if the state of his nightclothes and sheets were any indicator. He let himself relax back
on the bed as he went over what he could remember of the dream. Oh yes, it was a very good dream. As a rule, he was not a bottom, but in this dream, oh, he was a magnificent bottom. The young man in the dream was pounding into his arse with everything he had, and that was saying a lot. It was glorious. He fought to remember the young man: messy black hair, an odd scar on his forehead, and brilliant emerald green eyes. His spent cock twitched courageously at the memory. Severus was shocked when he realized just where he had seen the young man before – in Alexander’s memory. Grimacing with comprehension, he slid his hand under his pillow and pulled out his wand. Muttering the necessary cleaning spells, he allowed himself a brief smirk at the look of rapture on the young man’s face as he had shouted Severus’s name. Now, Severus only needed to find out who this young man was and why he had called the young man “Harry”.
***********
Harry awoke shouting the name of his new roommate. ‘Holy Hell’, he thought, ‘How did that happen?’ He had recognized his attraction the young professor earlier in the day; if he was truthful with himself, he had felt the simmering heat all day, from the moment he first caught site of the man. But to have an arousing dream about him? His pajama bottoms were soaked with evidence of how arousing his dream had been. Harry lost himself in the recollection of the dream. He had topped the other man. Harry snickered at that. In just the small bit he knew of Severus, he did not think that Severus would be a bottom. No, Severus Snape was definitely a top. Not that Harry objected, in fact, the more he thought about it, the more he thought he would enjoy the dark-haired man covering him. Harry groaned at the mental image. He was still lost in the image as he groped the top of the night table for his wand, waved it casually and nearly moaned out the words for the cleaning charm. He fell back onto the bed, determined to get a little more sleep before morning. His mind drifted back over the wonderful dream. ‘Severus’, he thought, ‘Mmm…how responsive, how utterly sinful’. He was just beginning to succumb to sleep’s clutches when a thought flickered across his mind. His eyes burst open and he sat up in the bed, stunned. “Fucking Merlin! He called me ‘Harry’!”
**************
“Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black, and, of course, the lovely Miss Evans, it is always a pleasure for me to see you four. Unfortunately, I do have another appointment and am afraid that I do not have the time to spend with you that I would like. Won’t you please come to visit again later in the week, perhaps when exams are finished?” The Headmaster smiled as the four students looked at him, confused as to what they were doing in his office.
Remus answered, “Of course, Professor Dumbledore. We understand. We’ll be happy to visit later.” As he finished speaking, the quartet started filing out of his office and down the moving stairs. Albus had a sudden thought, ‘Perhaps a little nudge couldn’t hurt…’
“Mr. Potter, a quick word, if you would?”
James signaled for his friends to go on as he stepped back into the office. “Yes, sir?”
“James, I just wanted to let you know, if there is anything that you need to go to Diagon Alley for, say to visit Gringotts to retrieve certain items, I would be happy to arrange the trip for you.”
James was dumbfounded. How did the old man know what he was planning? He had only made up his mind about retrieving his grandparents’ bonding rings this morning. “Yes, sir. I had thought of doing just that,” he managed to gasp out.
“Splendid, splendid, dear boy. Shall I arrange it for this Saturday, then?”
James nodded. He brought up his hand to push his glasses back into place, and smiled. That was much easier than he ever imagined. “Thank you, Professor. Would nine o’clock be a good time?” At the professor’s affirmation, James thanked him again and bounded out the door to meet his friends and his future wife.
***************
The next morning, the castle was buzzing with the news of the new student. Everyone wanted to know about him, even if he was a Slytherin. It wasn’t often that a new student was admitted late, especially a seventh year and just a week and a few days before the term ended. A hush fell over the Great Hall as Severus entered with Alexander following a step behind. Severus couldn’t look at the young man this morning. Every time he tried, the dream came back to him, and he felt guilty for dreaming about Alexander’s young man. He didn’t seem to notice that Alexander seemed to have the same problem meeting his eyes this morning, also.
James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, and Peter sat together at the Gryffindor table wondering out loud about the Professor Dumbledore and their meeting last night. Lily couldn’t help but think that something was off about the whole thing. She felt slightly different, and her boyfriend and best friends felt slightly unusual, too. It wasn’t anything that she could put her finger on, but it still bothered her. Distracted as she was, she missed the Headmaster’s remarks about Alexander Harrison. She also (thankfully) missed Padfoot’s and Mooney’s suggestive remarks on why Professor McGonagall was going to the Headmaster’s office last night, why she looked so content this morning, and wasn’t Professor Dumbledore walking just a little oddly? James laughed so hard and so suddenly that he ended up spitting his pumpkin juice all over poor Peter.
She snapped out her musings when she heard Peter shout his displeasure to James and the rest of the hall. She never really liked Peter. He just seemed, well, sleazy. Peter stood up, intent on going back to the tower and changing. She looked up to smile her delight at Peter’s departure to James when a movement over his shoulder caught her eye. She turned her head and saw Alexander sitting next to Severus. For just a moment, he seemed to shudder, and she saw someone who looked like James, only with her bright green eyes and an unfamiliar lightning bolt scar. It was over as soon as it started. She stared at him, her heart pounding. “My little boy,” she whispered, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.