Unusual Mates

Author's Note: This takes place in a world where the Forth book didn't happen, but this happened instead.

There had been rumors that the Ministry of Magic was concerned with the tendency Defense Against the Dark Arts Professors had of… well dying. There had been a rumor that the Ministry was considering asking one of their works (such as Mad Eye Moody) to teach the subject to Hogwarts Students.

But that was nothing but a rumor. When school started another young man was sitting in the chair, and students were starting to make bets on how long this one would last. His name was Tom Marlo. He was the youngest wizard at the Staff Table and within five seconds of seeing him all the girls and a good number of the boys in every house were crushing on him. It was impossible not to. He was tall and thin, with raven black hair and dark eyes. Some suspected that he was a relative of Snape, since the two did look alike (apart from the grease that Potions stained Professor Snape’s hair with)

Harry Potter, also known as the Boy Who Lived, was one of those male students who had secret crushes on the new Professor. It didn’t help that Harry, now in his Fourth Year, was taking both Fourth and Fifth Year Defense Classes… which meant he spent a good percentage of his day listening to and looking at the handsome professor.

At first he’d thought it was just another stupid crush, one he’d get over in a few weeks… but then Harry found that several months had passed and he was still fancying the pants off of Professor Tom. In fact, Harry had long ago ceased to think of anyone else. All his other petty little crushes had vanished like smoke, replaced with something more then lust for the older man.

Unfortunately for Harry Potter, these thoughts were going through his head at the same time that all the other students were leaving the last class of the day… which just happened to be Defense Against the Dark Arts.

“Harry?” Tom’s voice cut through Harry’s daydream, waking Harry from his stupor. “Is everything all right?”

Harry blushed and quickly packed his things, muttering his apologies before running out of the classroom… not realizing that Tom’s eyes were watching Harry’s retreat with a certain sort of… interest, that went beyond the acceptable relationship between Professor and Student.

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Now I said earlier that several months had passed since the beginning of school. In fact it was Halloween, and perhaps due to the terror of rising Death Eater activity, Dumbledore had decided to throw a Halloween Party for the Students and Staff of Hogwarts. Since it was Halloween it was a costume party, with the large house tables replaced with smaller more intimate tables for four or less people, with an open area for dancing and some Wizard Band that was (according to the Pure Bloods and Wizard-born) especially popular.

Harry hadn’t planed on going to the Party, but then Dumbledore announced that the Part was mandatory… as were costumes. So Harry was prepared to just pick up a cheap costume in Hogsmeed, when the twins had begged Harry to join a “friendly” game of cards.

Harry lost. Harry lost a lot. Eventually, in an effort not to have to pay a small mountain of gold to the twins, Harry had taken them up on a smiple bet. Fred would flip a coin. Heads, Harry won and walked away. Tails, Harry had to go to the Halloween Party in a costume the twins would decide.

The coin landed tails up. (Harry was convinced it was double sided, but hadn’t had a chance to check the coin). The moment that Harry saw the coin and the look in the twin’s eyes (which was worthy of Snape or even Voldemort) Harry knew he was doomed.

He just hadn’t expected such a high level of embracement… but there he was, entering the Great Hall dressed as a woman.

Granted, it was strongly comfortable to dress in Drag… but Harry tried not to think about that and attempt not to look like a tomato due to blushing at the looks he was getting from the Student Body..

Hermione was the main reason that his costume had been so successful. She’d looked up dozens of spells for her friend: spells which grew his hair down to his shoulders, spells to hide his… package and spells to create fake breasts. Hermione had also taken it upon herself to dress Harry and had chosen a long red dress, with a plunging neckline to reveal his ‘cleavage’. She’d lent him makeup and helped Harry get some contacts so he didn’t have to wear his glasses. Fred and George had magically pierced Harry’s ears and given him some gold jewelry, including a gold heart locket that could hold a picture inside it.

(Author’s Note: Here is the dress Harry is wearing: http://www.cbslimited.com/galleries/prom_la_femme/12298red_lafemme_002_danny.jpg)

Because of all this work, it was impossible to tell that the beautiful woman walking into the Great Hall with Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley was in fact Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived… and it wasn’t like Harry was going to tell anyone! Especially when everyone in the Great Hall, male and female, student and staff, were all staring at Harry!

Despite his best attempts not to blush, Harry found his face as red as his dress and quickly retreated to a corner, thanking his lucky stars that no one was brave enough to ask “the woman in red’ for a dance… until Tom showed up.

Professor Tom was dressed as a vampire, with tight black leather pants that hugged his every curve and a black silk shirt that was left open at the top to give onlookers a glimpse of his sculpted chest. He was wearing motorcycle boots, fingerless gloves, had one ear pierced and his hair was loose around his head, it seemed to float as if it could defy gravity.

Tom entered the Great Hall as if it was his own private castle and everyone inside it were mere servants. After a quick glance around the crowd Tom quickly made his way to Harry’s side, a confident swagger in his steps which cause a predictable reaction in the cross-dressing student. Again, Harry attempted to fight back a blush as Tom smoothly stopped mere inches in front of him and gracefully preformed a sort of half-bow, extending his hand to Harry.

“May I have this dance?” Tom asked, his voice a sexual whisper, his eyes shining. “It would appear that everyone else is too… intimidated to ask such a beautiful woman.”

Harry smiled shyly and took Tom’s hand, finding himself quickly being drawn into Tom’s arms as the band started a sort of waltz. “And here I thought you swung for the other side…” Harry whispered, intending to tease the Professor.

Suddenly Tom pulled Harry even closer and, unseen by the crowds watching them, placed a hand over the glamours that hid Harry’s package. Harry froze in Tom’s arms as the older man whispered into his ear: “That doesn’t seem like a problem does it… Harry?”

“How… how did you know?” Harry gasped as Tom lead them away from the dance floor and into the shadows of the Great Hall, muttering several privacy charms under his breath.

“I would recognize those eyes anywhere.“ Tom whispered, drawing a blush to Harry’s face. “Haven’t you noticed? I’ve seen you, watching me… ever since the first day of school. You’ve become quite unable to take your eyes off me… and I can’t take my eyes off of you.” As Tom spoke his hands slid down and around Harry’s waist, pushing against Harry’s ass so the two were even closer together. Before Harry could respond Tom leaned over and kissed him.

At that second, when Tom’s lips met Harry’s, time seemed to slow. Everything around the couple seemed to be in slow motion, until Harry was forced to pull back and breathe. Time instantly sped up as Harry panted to regain his breath and stared into Tom’s eyes, the older man simply smirking at him. “Shall we go someplace more… private?“ Tom asked and Harry nodded, unable to speak.

In seconds they were out of the Great Hall, Tom leading Harry through the maze of corridors until they reached what Harry guessed were Tom’s private chambers. Before Harry could look around he found himself lying sprawled on Tom’s bed, his Professor leaning over him.

Harry found himself whimpering in pleasure as Tom quickly removed their costumes and disabled glamours until Harry was lying bare beneath an equally naked Tom. “Do you know how hard it was?” Tom asked, running his hands all over Harry’s body. “Not to jump you?” He nibbled at the hallow of Harry’s neck, drawing a small cry from the younger man. “Do you know how much I wanted you here, under me, moaning in pleasure?” With this Tom bit lightly into Harry’s shoulder, drawing a shocked gasp from the boy who lived. “You are mine.”

With that Tom quickly bent down and engulfed Harry’s erection, causing his student to scream in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as he struggled to thrust up, only being stopped by Tom’s strong hands which held him in place. Tears of pleasure fell from Harry’s eyes to land in the soft pillows beneath his head as he whimpered his new lover’s name. “Tom…”

Then Tom had pulled back, firecly kissing Harry as his hands flew to prepare his young love to receive all he had to give him. Harry found himself thrashing uncontrollably underneath Tom, his nails digging into the older man’s back as the two parted to breathe.

Somehow Harry found the energy and the air to speak. “Need you…” He gasped, pushing back onto Tom’s probing fingers, which hit something deep inside of him which drew a scream from the young man’s mouth.

“You have me…” Tom whispered, removing his fingers, Harry moaning in disappointment before Tom slowly thrust into him, taking Harry’s virginity as the young one whimpered in pleasure, his mouth hanging open, his eyes rolled back in his head. Then Tom’s erection brushed against that spot he’d hit with his fingers and Harry swore he was dying, it was just too much… and Tom kept hitting that one spot, taking his young lover higher and higher until it wall all too much and Harry couldn’t take anymore.

With a scream of pleasure that, if not for several silencing spells around Tom’s rooms, would have echoed throughout the castle, Harry came, his body clamping down on Tom and dragging the older man along with him. Harry collapsed on the bed, utterly spent, Tom only just managing to keep his weight off of Harry. Gently Tom pulled out of his young love and lay to one side, holding Harry to his side, Harry nuzzling into Tom’s side as the Professor drew the covers over the two of them. As Harry fell asleep, he heard his lover gently whisper… “Mine…” Tom smiled kissing the top of Harry’s head. “My lover.”

When Tom saw that Harry was deeply asleep, he rose form the bed and quickly dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, before moving over to the fire, tossing a handful of powder into the flames. The moment the powder touched the fire, the flames suddenly turned emerald green. “Severus Snape.” Tom said, kneeling down by the green flames.

In an instant the flames in the fireplace took the form of the Potions Master, who blinked and raised an eyebrow at Tom’s appearance. “Severus, it is finished.”

Severus Snape… well it could be called a smile, but most people would call it a smirk if they didn’t know the man too well. “Very well. I shall prepare the Portkey. I suggest you find your lover some more… appropriate attire.”

Tom rolled his eyes as the face of the Potions Professor vanished from the flames, which quickly returned to their normal colors. Standing up Tom walked back over to the bed, smiling down at Harry, who was still deeply asleep. Tom leaned down and tenderly kissed Harry’s forehead before pulling his wand out from a pocket of his Halloween Costume.

Quickly he cast a simple sleeping spell on Harry, before dressing the Boy Who Lived in a sleep shirt and boxers. The cloths were too large for Harry’s thin frame, but a few spells soon had it so they wouldn’t be falling off anytime soon. After dressing his lover Tom gently wrapped a blanket around Harry’s sleeping form and hoisted the boy into his arms. In his sleep Harry snuggled closer to Tom, one hand moving to grasp the older man’s t-shirt, which drew a small chuckle from the older man.

At that moment the door to Tom’s chambers opened and, with his typical dramatic billowing of robes, Severus Snape, feared Potions Master of Hogwarts swept in, closing the door behind him. In Snape’s hands was a tattered old text book that looked like one of Hagrid’s pets had used it as a chew toy. Without saying a word Snape held the book out to his fellow Professor, who grabbed one end of it, using his other arm to hold Harry close.

“Malfoy.” Severus said, closing his eyes as, with a strange sort of poping noise, the three men vanished from the room and the Ancient Halls of Hogwarts were filled with earsplitting alarms.

Harry Potter, Professor Severus Snape were gone… accompanied by a man Dumbledore thought was named Tom Marlo, but whose Christian name was actually Tom Marvello Riddle, the infamous Lord Voldemort!

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Harry woke slowly, realizing that he was in Tom’s arms. Smiling sleepily, Harry nuzzled closer to his Professor, feeling safe and warm. Slowly his eyes opened and he looked up. Tom was lying to his right and they were each on their sides, facing each other. Harry blinked and looked around, finally getting a chance to look at Tom’s room. “Where… where are we?” Harry asked, something telling him that he wasn’t in Hogwarts anymore. “Why aren’t we in Hogwarts?” Harry asked, attempting to get away from Tom’s arms.

“My home.” Tom whispered, gently holding Harry close as he tried to calm his love. “Don’t worry… there is nothing wrong, you are safe here.”

“Why did you trick me?”

“Trick you?” Tom blinked in confusion. “You mean why did I take you away from Hogwarts?” Harry nodded, trying not to cry at the thought of being betrayed by a man he thought loved him. “I took you away from Hogwarts…” Tom whispered, his lips brushing against Harry’s neck like a million tiny kisses, “because I could not bear to watch that old fool manipulate you.”

“What… what do you mean?” Harry asked, watching as Tom slowly sat up and ran a hand through his hair.

“You are my mate.” Tom whispered, staring straight into Harry’s eyes. “When you were born I felt it. I could tell what you were thinking before you could talk. Once your parents saw this they gave me their consent to court you… that was two days after you were born.” Harry blinked in confusion, because even though he’d never heard anything about this before, he somehow knew Tom was speaking the truth. Tom’s gaze suddenly hardened and a growl crept into his voice. “Then Dumbledore realized how powerful you could be… and when Lilly and James refused to arrange your marriage to him, Dumbledore killed them, knowing he would be trusted enough to become your guardian or at least play an important role in the path of your life.”

Harry froze, staring at the man sitting next to him. “Voldemort.“ He whispered, his voice seeming to echo inside the room as Harry struggled to process this new information. “Dumbledore… Dumbledore killed my parents!” Harry started to shake and suddenly found Tom’s arms around him, holding him tightly as he began to cry. “I… I trusted him!” Harry sobbed as Tom rocked him in his arms, hoping to give the youth some amount of comfort. “He… he let Sirius go to Azkaban… didn’t he?” Tom nodded and Harry saw red, his body stiffened as raw magic seeped out of him. “That… that bastard!”

“Harry…“ Tom softly whispered, “You need to calm down… your magic is getting out of control.“ Tom slowly lay down, dragging Harry along with him. “Calm down… I’m here, nothing is going to happen… everything is alright.”

Harry closed his eyes, tears still running down his cheeks as Tom simply held him. Harry concentrated on listening to Tom’s steady breathing, allowing a few minutes of silence before he attempted to speak. “I can’t go back.” Harry whispered.

“I wouldn’t let you.” Tom replied. “You are my mate… it is my duty to protect you.”

There was a steady knock on the door and Tom stood, moving over to the door as Harry pulled the blankets up around his form. Tom had dressed him in a shirt and boxers… the sleeves of the shirt and the boxers were too short to cover the scars on his arms. While Harry was able to show his mate the scars, he didn’t feel confident in revealing them to the world at large.

Tom opened the door and ushered in Severus Snape, who was caring a small black bag. Harry watched the Potions Professor as he approached the bed, placing the bag on the end and opening it up to reveal something resembling a doctor’s kit, only with dozens of vials of different colored potions. “Hello Harry.” Severus said, actually smiling as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Professor…” Harry started, only to be cut off by Severus.

“Just Severus will be fine Harry, I sincerely doubt that I am still a professor.”

“Umm… Severus,” Harry stammered, hesitant to use Snape’s name, “why are you here?”

Tom sighed and came over to Harry’s side, wrapping a comforting arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Severus is no mere potions master, he is also an accomplished mediwizard.” Feeling Harry stiffen in his arms, Tom gently kissed away the fresh tears that were sliding down Harry’s face. “I felt what they did to you Harry… and I am so sorry.”

Harry blinked back tears and turned towards Tom, about to say something when he screamed in pain, his hands clawing at his scar, which had started to bleed.

Tom instantly grabbed Harry, holding his arms down so the boy couldn’t injure himself further as Severus quickly cast several diagnostic spells to determine what was happening.

“Tom…” Harry whimpered, tears of pain running down his face.

“I’m here Harry. I won’t leave you.” Tom replied, watching as Severus wiped blood away form the scar, hoping that a better view of the wound would help him figure out what was wrong with the young man.

“Tom, I can see you…“ Harry gasped and Tom noticed that his eyes were clouded over, as if he was a seer receiving a vision of the future. “There’s a little muggle girl.” Harry screamed, his entire body shaking. “But it can’t be real!” Harry screamed, one hand rising to touch Tom’s face. “You’re here… so how can I be seeing you… doing these horrible things?” Harry’s eyes suddenly widened and a gasp fell from his shaking lips. “Dumbledore… Dumbeldore’s making me see things!”

Tom’s eyes darted over to Severus, who nodded at the unanswered question. “It would make sense.“ Severus stated, rummaging through his bag of potions. “This will remove the scar, and the psychic connection… it’s going to hurt.”

“Do it.” Tom stated, moving to the side so Severus could work. The Potions Master quickly poured several potions on to a scrap of cloth and pressed it against Harry’s scar. The moment the damp rag touched the scar Harry screamed. He screamed louder then he ever had in his entire life, all the while thrashing against Tom’s hold. After several seconds Severus pulled the rag back, revealing a patch of skin that looked as if it had been rubbed raw… but had no lightning shaped scar. The moment Severus removed the cloth, Harry fell limp in Tom’s arms, his eyes closed, his breathing calm and regular.

“Severus, is there anything else you need to do?” Tom asked, looking down at his lover as Severus cast several more diagnostic spells.

Severus’s face twisted into a scowl and he suddenly stood up, moving away from the bed so he could pace out his anger. “Dumbledore has been…” Severus paused to search for the right word, “…holding back Harry’s magic with potions, practically poisoning Harry so that he would be weak enough to be claimed!”

“But you can fix it? Can’t you?” Tom asked as Harry slowly began to wake once more, sluggishly moving so he was closer to Tom.

Again Severus dug into his medical bag, emerging with a potion that had a layer of emerald green suspended between two layers of dark blue. “Harry’s magic will be unsettled for a few days.” Severus moved so he could look Harry in the eyes. “You’ll need to be careful when casting spells, but other then that you should be fine.”

Tom helped his lover to gulp down the potion and held Harry close. “Tom?” Harry asked, looking between the two men. “Will you… can you tell Sirius and Remus?”

“I will.” Severus answered, drawing a confused stare from Harry. Severus smiled sadly before explaining. “Sirius only hates me because he was manipulated by Dumbledore to think I helped kill Lilly and James.”

“Both Sirius and Remeus left their mates because of Dumbledore’s lies.” Tom explained.

“Their mates?” Harry asked, coughing slightly as the last of the potion went down his throat.

“Sirius is my mate.” Severus explained. “Remeus is mated to Grayback. Now that we can show them the extent of Dumbledore’s lies, they will be able to return to us.” With a smile on his face Severus gathered his supplies and left the room, hoping to give the two mates some alone time. As Severus left the room, Tom lay down next to Harry, nuzzling at his mate’s skin as he ran a gentled hand over where Harry’s infamous scar had been.

TBC