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Eater cloak and mask. The headmaster came to stop before the collection convoy. Cool blue eyes ran over the boy saviour before they widened in understanding. The boy had wings, having only been conjured by one course of action it wasn't hard for the headmaster to understand what he was seeing. Well, this certainly complicated things.

A sudden gasp of pain had the potions master grasping his left forearm, earning more scowls from Harry's collection party. "Headmaster" Snape gritted his teeth against the pain. Dumbledore quickly gauged his options before turning a sad smile on the potions master. "You tried Severus, I know that. Come, my dear boy, let's get him safely inside. I dare say this is not the worst that might have come from this situation". Snape sneered again, but it was half hearted at best. One of the Aurors stood forward to relieve him of his burden. Snape turned his sceptical eyes to the headmaster who smiled a genuine smile. Snape snorted before he unloaded the boy roughly into a waiting Aurors arms, startling the man with his sudden load. The headmaster chuckled before leading the way towards the school and out of the forest. Somethings never changed. He turned his eyes to young unconscious boy in the Aurors arms and frowned. On the other hand, many things would...


Harry drifted into consciousness reluctantly. His body felt like it had
overnight developed a hundred different aching muscles to accommodate his new
wings. He opened his eyes to slits and heard a hushed hum of voices from the
corner of the room he was in.

He tried to stir and his world exploded in pain that caused him to see a
kaleidoscope of colours behind his eyelids. He groaned involuntarily and tried
not to jar his throbbing muscles again. His lower spine felt like it was
splintered and it sent shock waves of pain up his back and across his shoulder
blades. As the haze of pain cleared, Harry became aware of a satisfying tingle
that spread through the rest of his body. He sighed in bliss and a low,
contented rumble started in his throat. Unconcerned about the fact he was
purring, in his sated state, Harry by no means noticed the drone of voices
that stopped, nor the busy bustle of fast-approaching feet as the small crowd
of people approached his bedside.

"Harry? Harry, honey, are you awake?" those timid tones sounded familiar. He
cracked his eyes open again to stare up into a blurred red stain. Instantly,
red predatory eyes flashed through his memory and a spitting hiss erupted from
his mouth starling however was over him into backing away hastily.

He tried to sit up but found two sets of solid hands braced against his chest,
holding him down. In the next moment his jaw was forced open before a glass
vial was squeezed between his teeth and a bitter potion was oozing its way
down his throat. Harry recognized the tang of the calming drought on his taste
buds and sighed in relief as it began to work through his system. Somebody
placed Harrys glasses on his nose and, opening his slightly glazed-over eyes
again, he looked up into the clearly defined faces of Mrs and Mr Weasley,
Snape and Professor Dumbledore. Harry smiled dozily up at them before he
snapped back to consciousness.

Despite the calming drought, Harry's stomach made a violent twist as bile ran
up his throat. Seeing the look of horror come into Harry's eyes, Professor
Snape grasped Harry by the collar and pulled him into a sitting position
before conjuring a basin for him to alleviate his stomach into. Harry's wings
rustled noisily behind him and his body shook as he heaved aggressively. With
every heave, he folded his wings closer to his body until eventually the
vomiting stopped and he found himself cocooned inside a wall of feathers.

He was still shaking in the aftershock of his stomach's earlier rebellion
before a loud rustling sounded and a sputtering professor Snape wrestled his
way through the thick black feathers. Snape raised his wand and the basin
disappeared. Harry nodded gratitude before he started at the dense, inky black
forest around them. He sent the professor a sheepish look before he released
the two of them from their feathery prison.

Once Harry freed them, the room came back into view. White washed walls,
crisply pressed sheets, and blue gurneys surrounded him. Harry sighed as he
realized he in Hogwarts infirmary. He turned hesitant eyes towards the
Headmaster and saw the old man was frowning in quiet contemplation. Madam
Promfrey busied herself around them performing medical scans with a swish and
flick of her wand and taking notes down on a notepad. Harry glanced up the
older man's saddened eyes, and was immediately offered a wry smile.

Harry wondered how much they knew. He then glanced up at the dark scowling
Professor Snape and, seeing the black cloak and white mask in the professors'
hand, Harry paled awfully, feeling the bile threatening to make a
reappearance. He turned his stony gaze to his messy bed sheets. How much did
Snape know? Oh Gods, had he been there, had he seen what that monster had done
to him? Harry clenched his hands into fists when he heard a soft exclamation
from Madam Promfrey.

"Harry," Professor Dumbledore's' voice began, his tone was temperate and
grievous, "before we begin here, I feel it prudent that you should know that
whatever is discussed in this room, shall not leave this room. We are here for
you, my boy, in whatever way you should need us."

Harry wrapped his arms around his chest and nodded to show he understood.
Dumbledore's eyes dulled, recognizing the defensive gesture for what it was.
He sent a knowing glance towards Mr and Ms Weasley.

"Albus," Mr Weasley nodded, "I need to get going, Fudge-"

Dumbledore nodded in return and Mr Weasley attempted to pat Harry on the back
to offer the boy some comfort, withdrawing when he saw Harrys' slight flinch.
Molly smiled at him warmly.

"I'll see you soon, Harry. Maybe we can arrange for you to spend the remainder
of your holidays with Arthur and me at the burrow. I know Ron is anxious to
see you safe."

The thought of leaving the grounds sent a jolt of panic through him, but Harry
smiled to some extent at the Weasley matriarch who nodded, satisfied, and
turned to leave. Harry turned his eyes to the two remaining professors in the
room as Madam Promfrey handed Dumbledore the medical chart and excused herself
to the back office. The blue eyes narrow forebodingly at the chart before him
and Harry shivered slightly at how cold his headmaster looked in that moment.

Dumbledore gestured with his wand and summoned two chairs from across the
room. Snape sent the chair a dirty look and didn't oblige. "Harry, you should
know that Professor Snape was called tonight. He knows what transpired so we
may talk freely around him." Snape's familiar sneer settled upon his thin lips
and Harry felt sick. Snape had been there. Had he been to one that rescued
him, then? The thought made his stomach twist. Before Harry could speak out
against Snape's presence, however, Dumbledore held up a hand to stop him. "In
this, Harry, I must insist. Professor Snape was present and thus may be able
to fill us in on what happened tonight."

Harry nodded before a thought struck him. Harry looked up in horror at blue
eyes.

"Sir, please. Am I p- pre-"

"Pregnant?" Harry blanched. The Headmaster had spoken so easily, where as he
had trouble thinking the word, let alone saying it.

A beat passed before Dumbledore nodded.

Harry felt the weight of it all crashing down upon him and felt light headed
all of a sudden. A steadying hand on his shoulder had Harry look up in
surprise at Snape who held out another calming drought. Harry shook his head
feebly before the hand and vial were withdrawn. "What happens now?" He
whispered.

Dumbledore turned his eyes to Snape and Harry felt his heart pick up pace as
something passed between the two. Snape turned obsidian eyes back on Harry
before holding out the vial once again. Harry took it and realized what he had
mistaken for the violet of a calming drought had a pearly sheen to it. Snape,
who was watching him, saw the comprehension on his features and shifted
uncomfortably.

"It's Felis Liberache, Potter, an abortion potion."

Harry stared at the potion gripped between his two hands in something akin to
shock. His fingers traced the vial and he looked up at the dark haired
professor. Snape raised an eyebrow studiously taking in the boys quiet
reaction as Harry continued to gape up at him oblivious to the 'cure' he
held.

"It's most effective between twelve and twenty four hours after procreation
when conception has occurred but the body has yet to comprehend it," Snape
continued when no response came. "It has an assortment of side effects ranging
from mild nausea to fever. It's more often than not reliable in Wizards, but
you are no longer a Wizard per se, so you may in the course of some time,
display more severe adverse reactions; thus why you are present in the
hospital ward. I dare say it's going to a rather uncomfortable night for you
Potter."

Harry had listened carefully through the diatribe and now felt himself shaking
from head to foot. The soft rustling behind him of his feathers drew his
awareness.

"What about the wings, they'll go too, sir?"

"No, Harry," Professor Dumbledore shook his head, long beard trailing his lap.
"The wings were part of your Incubus Puberty," ignoring Harry's reddening
complexion, he continued on. "They are a permanent accessory, but in light of
your situation I think we had better find a way to disguise them from the rest
of the students."


It was two nights more before Harry was released from the hospital wing.
Professor Dumbledore had returned twice with Snape to discuss his options. So
far they had nothing. Harry knew it wouldn't be long before the students
arrived back, and when that happened he also knew he was in real danger from
the students who dwelled in the dungeons. Harry sat on the hospital bed and
dangled his legs. He couldn't wait to be relieved of the white washed walls
after what the potion had brought on in his latest stay to the ward and
vaguely Harry wondered if Snape had poisoned. He refused to let himself think
of it as anything other than sickness, not sure whether he'd ever be able to
face what had happened to him.

Currently Harry was waiting for Snape to escort him to the headmasters'
office. Dumbledore had sent word earlier by note to inform him that Snape
would collect him by eight. The clock tower rang out eight o'clock from beyond
the open infirmary window and on cue Snapes black form hovered at the doorway.
Harry half wondered if Snape had been waiting outside for the precise moment
to appear. He stood up and wobbled slightly, still not used to the new weight
of the feathered appendages behind him, and made his way for Snape.

The black robed professor saw him coming and gestured for Harry to walk ahead
of him. It seemed to take forever to make it to the stone gargoyle guarding
the winding staircase upwards but the silence was oppressive. At long last as
the guardian shifted to the side to allow them pass harry reached up and laid
a hand on his professors' forearm. Snape looked down before sneering "Potter
kindly remove yourself from my pers-"He stopped his cutting remark when he
looked at the boy to find his eyes downcast and his form ramrod straight.

"Thank you." It was a quiet whisper. Snape didn't bother asking the boy to
elaborate, he knew the boy was thanking him for rescuing him once again from
Voldemort's clutches and the boy didn't wait for him to acknowledge his
response as he ascended the stone steps.


Harry returned down the stairs and waited beside the gargoyle as Dumbledore
had asked him to. He felt tired and emotionally drained. The last hour had
been a volatile period of time in which more than one opinion was vented and
more than once Harry had found himself hanging on the end of Snapes last
tether. It had been decided that since Harry was still a target he would have
to be hidden away from those who might try to harm him or slip him a port
key.

Nobody had said the Slytherin house in name, but Snape had sneered in response
anyway. Since Harry's body was still adapting to the abortion, his thrall had
not yet returned and it was decided he was not a threat to the students and
thus safe to remain in the school. Dumbledore had expressed concern, however,
about what were to happen when the thrall did return, under the opinion that
Harry could not be trusted with his own safety. He explained that now that
Harry had submitted to Voldemort, he would feel inclined to do so again. Harry
had gone quiet at that point muttering under his breath about never having
submitted to anyone.

So here he was now, waiting for Snape to take him to his new quarters in the
staff residence, an area of the school warded off from the student body in
which the professors of the school were housed inside their individual
lodgings. He would stay inside at all times unless otherwise escorted by a
member of staff. He would endure training with Snape daily in the Room of
Requirement to strengthen his flight muscles should he find himself needing
them to escape a sticky situation. Otherwise, Snape was to supply him with a
potion made from his feathers, which would hide the wings from the school's
populace. Dumbledore had explained to Harry the… genius of it, really. When
he took the potion every few hours or so, they would become not only invisible
to those who didn't know of their existence, but those individuals could
neither see nor touch the appendages.

The scraping of stone-on-stone gave way to Snape, who with an irked twitch of
his head, gestured for Harry to follow him before he proceeded to stride down
the corridor, robes billowing behind him and leaving the aerodynamically
hindered Harry to catch up. As it turns out, they didn't have far to go.

They walked to the main hallway of Hogwarts castle. Moving down the staircase,
Harry could see the main entrance to the castle in front of him, and the
massive doors leading to the Great Hall on the left. Snape ignored either
route and veered off to the right. Harry thought he was heading for the
corridor which led to the dungeons, but Snape stopped instead in front of the
four giant hour glasses that were perched to the side of the dungeon corridor.
Each hourglass held the different color grains of sand that showed how well
each house was doing in the race for the house cup. Currently, all were
level.

They moved around the hour glasses to the wall behind and Snape raised his
wand, waving it over the empty wall. Before them another door appeared, so
dark in color that it was almost nigh impossible to see.

"The staff residence corridor," Snape drawled. "You are not to bring anyone in
here, nor are you to reveal where this entrance is. It is heavily charmed to
cloak itself and anyone entering it from the eyes of this school and we would
prefer it stayed that way."

The door opened up to a narrow passageway, which was lit by torch light. The
walls were covered in moss and Harry hugged his wings tighter to his body to
prevent slime from taking up residence in the clean, black feathers.

They passed various doors and must have walking for a full five minutes before
finally coming to a halt at the end of the passage at two identical black
doors on either side of them. Snape gestured to their right. "My personal
quarters, should you find yourself in need of assistance- and I stress,
Potter, that it should be dire- you may find me here when I am not in class."
He then gestured to the left door. "Your quarters are here. No doubt you will
already find all of your belongings inside. You are not to leave this corridor
for any reason unless escorted; you are not to disturb me unless it is of
utmost importance; and you are not, and I stress not, to bring your friends to
this part of the school. If you find you must see them, however, you may use
the floo in your private quarters to contact them."

Harry who had stayed silent throughout Snapes explanations, nodded and turned
to enter his room.

Harry turned around in time to see Snape extend a robed arm. In his hand was a
vial which he shook impatiently when Harry hesitated to take it. He then gave
Harry one last sneer and entered through his door slamming it behind him.
Harry, still rather taken aback by it all, turned his eyes to the dreamless
sleeping drought in his hands. A memory of another vial entered his thoughts
and deciding those thoughts weren't safe yet, Harry turned and entered his new
rooms.


"Potter, come down here at once!" Snapes' sharp tones cut through the roaring
wind whipping against Harry's ears as he came in for yet another slapdash
landing. This was the third day of their training in the room of requirement,
the students were due to return in a week, and Snape was still attempting to
teach the boneheaded Gryffindor some poise and grace. Currently, they stood in
what appeared to be a field the so-called Gryffindor had found. It had been a
stroke of brilliance really, suggesting the Room of Requirement, but being
Severus Snape, he was disinclined to associate that genius with a Potter.

The dark obsidian eyes watched as the boy's unearthly and unsteady form came
closer to the ground. The form drew back out of a dive and the considerable
black wings snapped out and yanked him back hastily. Harry tried to level up
just like Snape had drilled him to do but a stray blast of air had him veer
off course. Snape's eyes widened marginally as Harry changed trajectory
rapidly and came hurtling directly for him with a cry of 'look out!' Snape
about-faced and scrambled to get out of the way but it was too late.

Harry slammed into his professors back with such force it knocked the breath
out of them both and sent them crashing down in a swirl of black robes and
muddy feathers. It took a few seconds for Harry to regain enough of his
composure before turning startled eyes down on his professor. Snape's eyes
were closed and a hiss of pain escaped his lips as he opened the black spheres
to give Harry a thorough tongue lashing. He iced up as he took in the feral
facade of the Incubus. Harry's eyes blazed an ethereal emerald and Snapes eyes
darkened even further.

He could feel the unexpected warmth of the boy's body and the solidity of the
lean figure pinning him to the soil. He brought his hands up to drive the boy
off of him as gasped in disbelief as his lips were suddenly claimed in a
bruising kiss. At first he lay there in astonishment before he felt the boys
hands travel down his sides and a hard length pressing up against his thigh
and with a grunt shoved at the teen's chest. Potter growled into his mouth
and, if possible, pressed himself down harder on the now very aroused and
angry Severus Snape.

How dare he? Snape snapped and with an animalistic howl launched the boy
backwards, landing none-to-gracefully as a mound at his feet.

Snape stood up instantaneously over the boy, wand poised and prepared should
the creature assault him yet again. He felt marginally relieved when Potter
seemed to stir from his daze and stared up at his professor in alarm.

Snape gnashed his teeth in dissatisfaction. This did not bode well for them.


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