My Little Black Birdie

My Little Black Birdie.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and associated characters all belong to the wonderfully talented JK. Rowling. I claim nothing, only my story, for they all belong to her!

Warnings: Character death, chan, sexual situations, mental illness, suicide, slash.

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Harry woke up, jumped out of bed, and peered out the window of the Gryffindor dorm with a rapt expression; yes, it was all ok, his black bird was still there. He sat on the windowsill for a few moments, watching the graceful bird fly laps of the Hogwarts grounds. He\'d been doing this for almost six months now, and every morning, without fail, his black bird would fly and perform for his eyes only.

Harry had dreamt of this bird before the first time he saw it. They were glorious dreams, exempt of Voldemort, filled only with a calm meadow, an apple tree loaded with tasty ripe fruit, and his black bird. He\'d pick a fresh apple off the tree, and offer it out to the bird- the black bird would land gracefully on his arm, careful not to harm him with his claws, and gratefully peck at the offered provision. It always made Harry smile.

Every since waking from his first dream, he\'d seen the black bird every morning. He\'d tried to point it out to Ron, but his friend never saw the beautiful black bird. Perhaps, Harry thought with a dreamy smile, the bird really was all his- for his eyes only; it belonged to him, him only, never for other people to see. These thoughts always calmed him.

Although, sometimes when Harry looked with just his peripheral vision, he was certain that Snape had to be related to the bird in some way. His nose resembled its beak perfectly, not to mention the curtain of his greasy hair was the exact, shiny shade of black as his winged friend. Not to mention, Harry mused, if Snape were to open his arms out his black cloak would create perfect wings. And this made Harry giggle. He\'d been given detention for giggling, but he didn\'t care. Hermione and Ron had given him odd looks, but again, he didn\'t care. In fact, their odd looks were so frequent Harry quite fancied that they were stuck like that, that the wind had changed and frozen their features permanently. Or, had frozen them at least until the wind changed direction again.

Harry knew that the only reason he\'d had the dream, was because of what he\'d done to himself. But that was ok too, it was meant to be- he knew it would make everything all right. And everything was all right. It was all right because he had his black bird, and his dreams of the black bird. But there was also a temptation, a very lusty temptation that if he were to try it again, he could somehow find a mate for his lonely little black bird for he couldn\'t possibly make love with a bird, that was just weird! And he entertained the idea that if there were another bird, it too would be black... but smaller, since his black bird was so perfect and big and never threatened by anything, not even those odd thestral creatures.

It was obvious that if the next black bird was indeed black, and smaller, that it would be the perfect representation of Harry himself. Harry always fancied himself small for his age, but he liked it. He quite hopelessly fantasized about finding a mate, a bed partner, who was bigger than him, who would protect him, who would smother him with love and kisses. It was fantasy, yes, but if he could find another black bird for his black bird then it would very much be possible he thought.

Decidedly, he set himself the task of creating a new black bird in the same way he\'d created the last- with his blood, magic and life. Sirius\'s dagger had a far greater use than just opening locked doors, it also had the ability to unlock beauty and create wonderful black birds for Harry\'s eyes only to see. And love. And to see only.

One of his most favourite places in the castle was the tallest turret at the precise strike of midnight. The night had to be black, moonless and starless. And quiet. Deadly quiet. At this time Harry could hide himself amongst the shadows and watch the moths, some of which who liked to pester Harry, flapping their dusty, but intricate wings in his face. He often spoke to the moths, believing that they might understand him... for they must be aware of the black bird. And if one could see the black bird, then one could do anything.

It was a most curious sensation, that of drawing out ones own blood. With a smile on his face, Harry watched as the crimson liquid peeked out from the slice in his skin, then starting running lovingly down his wrist and arm. It was warm, so very warm on his cooled arm. His body tingled, his eyes were very sensitive, and a noise that he imagined to be the ocean rushed in his ears. A noise caught his attention, and Harry found himself staring at his black bird.

\"I knew you\'d come.\" He whispered, smiling with adoration at the bird. The bird flew close, and landed on his shoulder, nipping his ear affectionately like Hedwig would. \"Oh, you\'d better hope that Hedwig doesn\'t see you doing that, my love.\" Harry shivered, suddenly feeling cold. He closed his eyes, almost there, and knew that the creation of his black bird was well underway.

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Harry knew without a doubt that his black bird creation had been successful. That was why Snape was asking him to stay after class- he\'d felt it too, and knew that no longer could he fight his desire for Harry. Harry couldn\'t tear his eyes away from the sallow skinned man, with his long hooked, beak-like nose, and greasy, shiny black hair. Not to mention those ink black eyes, eyes that glittered with the unknown.

Soon the class had emptied, and Harry felt his stomach give an excited lurch. This was it. This was the moment he\'d been waiting for. Snape was his, and he belonged to Snape. But, he supposed, he should call him Severus- since they were going to make love and all.

Soundlessly Harry approached Snape\'s desk, rounded it, and stood beside the man seated in his desk chair. Harry put a hand on one of his broad shoulders, catching his attention.

\"Potter.\" He said, looking at Harry\'s hand on his shoulder.

\"It\'s ok Severus, I know. I love you too. Let\'s go to bed.\" Harry said, leaning in to kiss his professor.

\"Potter...\" Snape growled, narrowing his beady eyes and pursing his lips.

Harry moaned. \"Oh, I knew you\'d play like his...\" He said breathlessly, pressing his erection into the arm of Snape\'s chair, his parted lips skimming across oily hair. \"Please professor Snape, I need you... the black birds, they know, they know more than you and I... it\'s supposed to be.\"

\"You little slut, Harry. How old are you? Fourteen?\" He asked, amusement in his tone.

\"Oh no sir, although I wish I could be just for you... I\'m sixteen. I\'m just small for my age.\" Harry gasped as Snape\'s hand found his arse and ceased his hip movements. But it was too late, for as soon as Snape touched him he climaxed, spilling his seed into his underpants. But there was much more to come where that came from.

Harry groaned again then whispered, \"Fuck me professor, I need you, the black bird told me.\"

\"Hmm...\" Snape\'s deep voice rumbled. \"Is that what you want, little boy? For my huge cock to rip into you, hurt you, pleasure you, and for my seed to disperse itself in your body, claiming you as my own...\"

\"Oh... Oh yessss.\" Harry hissed, his penis again erect. \"I want you here, professor Snape, I need you here... and if we\'re lucky, the black birdies will watch us, will applaud us. Oh god, touch me...\"

Snape pulled Harry into his arms, holding the boy tight against his tall, skinny frame. He pressed his hands into that supple arse, grinding himself almost viciously. Harry moaned again, feeling entirely overwhelmed. His underpants were still sticky, and becoming more so, and he could smell it... his own musk, and that aroused him further.

\"Have you been fucked before, Potter? Has anyone else\'s cock been in your tight, little arse?\" Snape hissed, biting an ear lobe, then licking the pulse point of Harry\'s neck.

\"Only in my dreams... and if my dreams count, then I\'ve been fucked thousands of times, I love it, I need it, if I\'m not fucked, the black birdies will go away and leave me alone, un-fucked, and eternally hard.\"

This time Snape groaned, a sound that came from deep within his throat. In a mere moment he had spelled their clothes off, cleared his desk, and strewn Potter over it like the wanton whore he was. But, luckily for him, it was a wanton virgin whore naked on his desk.

Snape\'s teeth nipped the petite, almost pre-pubescent body, delighting in its small size. There was but a fine down around the boys genitals, and those themselves were still very diminutive, yet able to secrete that delicious milky substance Snape so liked to swallow and taste. He grunted as a tiny hand wrapped around his weeping cock, so large in comparison to the one before him, and thrust into the offered hand.

\"Hmm... Professor, you\'re so huge! How will you ever fit inside me? Oh fuck me, please fuck me... little black bird, I order you to peck his black eyes out if he doesn\'t fuck me, and fuck me soon!\" Harry cried out, undulating upon the wooden desk. A moment later a slick, thin finger entered Harry\'s tiny hole, and he could do nothing but buck and scream and cry out in ecstasy.

\"Yes Potter, you naughty boy. I\'ll fuck you. I\'m going to fuck you without even kissing you, because you\'re such a little cock-sucking slut. But you like it that way don\'t you?\" he thrust a third finger in roughly.

Harry raised his legs up, and planted his feet upon Snape\'s skinny chest, opening his legs wide for Snape to see. A moment later and Harry felt the blunt tip of Snape\'s cock pressing into him, so large! And the older man didn\'t stop until he was all the way within Harry\'s arse, Harry screaming himself hoarse the entire time.

\"So fucking tight, my whore, so tight. Does that hurt?\" he jerked his hips, and Harry cried out in pain. \"Oh yes, I see that it does. Good.\"

Tears trickled saltily down his cheeks as his arse tried to accommodate Snape\'s huge, erect penis. It hurt little black bird- it really hurt! His arse was so full, so stretched, but... Harry liked it, he truthfully did, it felt nice, even if painful, to have someone so close to you that you were literally joined together. Yes, they were joined together, physically, and so completely that Harry knew he\'d feel bare without that hard appendage inside of him.

Snape raked his hands down the small chest, the visible ribs showing him that they did indeed form a cage to protect one of the most important organs in the torso. Harry arched, like a feline, the harsh burning in his arse abating slightly due to Snape\'s insistent stillness. But he wanted that pain, needed it, and so wrapped his thin legs around Snape\'s chest and pulled him forward, jerking him into action.

Growling with a predatory gleam in his obsidian, malevolent eyes, Snape pulled out the long length of his manhood and forced himself back into the tight passage knowing that he\'d just caused the blood to flow. But the boy loved it, relishing it; he needed this pain, physical pain. It was all according to the black birds.

\"Oh!\" Harry gasped, grunting in an unbecoming way. A brusque torturing pain stabbed him like a knife in his stomach, just above the point where his boyish erection lent dripping against his skin. Forcefully, Harry opened his eyes, and caught the reflection of Snape\'s greasy hair as he fucked him, harshly pounding in and out of his young, previously undebauched person. Again the hair reminded him of the black birds shiny feathers...

\"Fucking tiny slut!\" Snape rasped, his pace erratic, his hands bruising the boys\' hips, his erection stoking the boys\' inner passage ruthlessly. Harry\'s hands gripped Snape\'s wrists, both of their knuckles white with strain. Harry\'s spine was grating against the hard wood of the desk, but he didn\'t care.

Snape howled, moved his hands to Harry\'s shoulders, and thrust in so hard that Harry almost gagged. Harry felt the dull slap of Snape\'s heavy, mannish balls smacking onto his arse as the man shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head. Harry knew he\'d climaxed, as he felt Snape\'s seed spilling into his body... the viscous fluid flowing into his veins, causing him to come too. Harry\'s own seed spread across his skinny stomach, mingling with his sweat.

Pulling out his softening cock, Snape collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. Harry sat up gingerly, looking at him, then felt between his legs with his fingers, coating them with his blood and Snape\'s semen. The combined liquids were slowly oozing out of his body, causing Harry to smile.

\"I\'m Snape\'s slut, that\'s what I am. I need your cock, yes sir, for that\'s what my little black bird told me.\" He paused to moan. \"Oh yes, that\'s right... Snape\'s slut, yes... yes... oh god, I want you to fuck me again professor. I feel so empty! Black bird, give him another erection, make his fucking huge cock rock hard again just for me... I beg you black bird, I need him inside me again... I want to bathe in his come, drink it, and survive on it alone... \" He continued to prattle on until Snape stood up.

The older mans cock was stained with blood, and already half hard again. Harry looked at it in fascination. Snape grabbed Harry\'s school cloak, wiped his cock, the contact causing him to harden fully, before bodily pulling Harry off the school desk on onto his knees.

\"Suck me, you dirty, disgusting bitch.\" He said in a low, dangerous voice. Harry complied.

Opening his mouth as wide as it would go; Harry took the monster of an organ into his little mouth, not even able to take in half of its length. He could only suckle weakly on the head, as it was just too gigantic! Growing frustrated, Snape picked Harry up, turning him around and bent him over the desk. In one swift, precise movement, he entered himself into the boys\' body, seeking the stimulation he needed. It was just an added bonus that the boy was still fucking tight, and screaming with his every movement.

\"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me...\" Harry chanted as his hips banged into the table with the force of Snape\'s thrusts. Snape\'s hand found the back on his head, and pushed his face into the wood. But as his organ was still very sensitive, he felt his orgasm building up quickly... he ripped himself from Harry\'s body, turning the boy around and pushed him to his knees. As Harry opened his eyes, to see Snape fisting his cock almost faster than his eyes could see, the older man climaxed hard, coating his face with the thick, milky, warm fluid.

Harry smiled as he felt the liquid running thickly down his face, his neck, his shoulders, his arms, and his hands... so warm, so copious, so much like blood...

\"I\'m here little black bird, I\'m here...\"

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Harry\'s body was found on the tallest turret of the Hogwarts castle. He\'d slit his left wrist and his neck with the sharp knife his deceased godfather had bequeathed him. There was evidence of a sexual encounter, although after a diagnostic spell, it was found that the semen was the boys own. Upon searching his pockets, Aurors found numerous pictures of a bird, black in colour, drawn with an uneasy hand, some smudged with blood. A small piece of parchment was found, with a verse of some description written in the boys\' messy scrawl.

So black as night and darkness beauty,
With glistening depths of obsidian maliciousness.
Of height and grace and indescribable talent,
And with a tongue as sharp with much viciousness.

Little black bird oh, little black bird,
Why do you tempt me so?
I see you fly, I see you soar,
I know you\'re all mine, you beautiful black bird.

And you Voldermort, so apparently strong,
But you\'re weak, weak I tell you!
And I wont be proven wrong,
Not like all those people you slew.

I need, I hate, I love, I hope...
My little black bird will guide me down the slope.
I am, I\'m not, I\'m here, I fear...
My little black bird will protect for me all those dear.

But you, my fantasy, my dreams, my life...
I know you will keep me out of strife.
Professor, yes you, it\'s always been you...
Who has helped me all along too.

For this, I do for you.
I give all of myself for you to keep.
The black bird told me, showed me,
While I lay awake at night abandoning sleep.

I\'m a boy, a small one at that,
But for you I\'ll take off my hat.
I\'ve hated you, despised you that\'s true,
And never was there anything you could do.

But my black bird, made with my blood,
Grew lonely and needed a mate.
So to make another, I need to flood,
The world with my blood and hate.

And it will work- I know it will.
So if you will, stand very still.
Look upon the world and you will see,
Two little black birds perched in the apple tree.

Of course, no one could make any sense of the poem. Although a distraught Ron did remember mention of a bird... a black bird. But most peculiar, was the new growth of an apple tree on the Hogwarts grounds, in the middle of winter, bearing the reddest, largest fruit anyone had ever seen. Nothing seemed to go near it though, not a sparrow or a pigeon or a magical creature, aside for two black birds who ate their worth every day. The fruit never diminished, nor did a leaf wilt...

The black birds disappeared some fifteen years later, on the eve of Severus Snape\'s untimely death. And never were they ever to be seen again.

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