The Clock Tower
snarryislife
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Thank you to all those who have reviewed.
By the way, it is official. This shall be a threesome. Because somebody messaged me wanting this to a threesome. So it shall be.
!Alright! Majority said creatures as Sev and Luc, and special thanks to Joytiger and her wonderful idea for the creature that Sev and Luc should be, and the development of said creature, and all the other wonderful ideas that she has gifted me!
Also, I use Italian in this chapter, I used Spanish two before.
And, I noticed that I screwed up the years. Harry would have left 1996, not 1997, and landed in 1976, not 1977, for it to be the graduating class of 1977. So, Harry left 1996, and landed in 1976.
Also, Dr. Seuss owns the name of the creatures Luna pipes off.
Draken comes from StarLight Massacre and her story The Rise of the Drackens
!Warning! A tad bit of a lime.
Harry woke feeling very safe, very warm, very happy, and very loved.
Harry snuggled into the arms and chests that cocooned him. It took him a moment to emerge from that fuzzy in-between feeling one gets when the first wake. And when he did, Harry did three things.
Blushed a deep red that envied the Weasley hair a the memory of what Luc and Sev did to him the night before,
Fought down a morning hard-on at those very same memories that caused the blush,
and screamed.
For Harry had just realized that it was not only two naked chests and two pairs of arms cocooning him, but also two sets of wings, one white set, and one set black. Angel wings.
Harry's scream lasted for maybe moment before the two owners of said wings were awake, with their glances darting around the rooms, letting out a human growl (A/N: animal growls and human growls do sound differently.) When no danger was perceived, the two turned towards Harry, their gazes bright with concern, and an emotion that Harry had never seen directed at him. He had seen it directed to his godfather from Remus of the 1997 variety, he had seen it when Victor Krum looked at Hermione. Hell, he had even seen it when Draco Malfoy looked at that last chocolate frog when Harry had glanced at him a few Halloweens ago. But never in his life had he ever seen this look directed at him.
Possessiveness.
Harry tried to take calming breaths, but the fact that both Sev and Luc were holding him close with their wings wrapped around the three of them, shielding them from the world, and were asking him what was wrongs, and stroking his arms, and whispering comforting words to him, made that calming technique very hard.
And then Harry just had to touch the feathered wings.
Harry reached out, wide-eyed and amazed, gently touching the black wings, earning himself a groan from Lucius who thrust his hips against Harry. Harry quickly withdrew his hand, startled.
"Shh, mia bella, there is nothing to fear." Severus quickly and softly whispered to Harry, stroking the younger one's white hair. Lucius took a few shuddering breaths, his forehead resting against Harry.
"He is correct, mio compagno, mio amore. There is nothing to fear. We are here." Lucius murmured into Harry's ear, his thumbs rubbing circles on Harry's hip where they held him.
"W-what are you?" It was almost just an exhalation of breath from Harry's lips, but both understood what the youngest of the three was trying to ask. The two winged men nuzzled Harry, placing gentle kisses on his jawline and neck before answering.
"We are Angels, and you are our chosen mate."
Hermione sat pouring over books, desperate to find any mention of the boy in the picture. It shouldn't be hard. How many cross-dressing, white-haired Slytherins involved with the Malfoy heir in a threesome who graduated in 1977 could there be? Only one, so why couldn't she find mention of the boy in any of the other yearbooks?
Hermione sighed in frustration, she would have to go ask people who were at school with Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy who the boy could be. Obviously she couldn't ask Professor Snape, because it probably was a touchy subject for him, nor Mr. Malfoy for the same reason. She couldn't ask over half of their graduating class, because they were either dead, Death Eaters, in insane wards, lying bastards in the Ministry, or in Azkaban.
Which left her with little people to chose from. She didn't want to ask Remus or Sirius, one because they were to worried about Harry, and two, they never got along with Professor Snape when they were in school. She really didn't want to ask Tonks, not that it was guaranteed she'd have known them, seeing as she was only a second year and in a entirely different house.
She continued flipping through the photo album while think on who she could question. And then she reached the Quiddich pages.
Under the title of Gryffindor Quiddich Team 1976-1977, was 6th year Billius "Bill" Weasley.
Hermione knew who she was going to question.
Bill dragged himself to the guest room Dumbledore had provided for him while he stayed at Hogwarts to help work on warding the school in light of Harry's disappearance. He was exhausted and worried about Harry.
And the Slytherin Studs as they had been nicknamed in school, Severus and Lucius, yeah, he was worried for them too.
But he was exhausted and the couch looked so inviting right now.
And damn it, there would be time to worry in the morning about Harry, though he would worry about the kid even if he slept, and about the Slytherin Studs. What were they, 37? 38? Either way, they were getting to that important mark in Wizards long, very long, life, and even the air around them had been filled with the sadness and pain of losing what's-his-face that they were attached at the hip to during 7th year.
And sweet Mary and Joseph, the couch felt so damn comfortable.
Bill was awoke by somebody pounding at his door. He grumbled words that would make a sailor blush as he made his way over to the door, fully prepared to fling the door open and berate the fool who dare disturb him when he only had 5 hours sleep.
So he flung the door open, and the words that he prepared to attack with got caught in his throat as his sleep filled eyes took in the sight of his youngest brother's friend, and fiancee of the one and only Victor Krum.
"Bloody hell, Hermione, what the hell are you doing up at 6 in the God damn morning?" He grumbled before opening his door wider to let the young woman in.
She swept past him, a book clutched to her chest, with an air of unsustainable curiosity about her. His manners finally caught up with him as he watched her stand slightly tapping her foot in the setting room.
"Oh, umm, take a seat and I'll get us some tea." He waved his wand, sending his haphazardly thrown robes to the bed room, and the scattered papers into neat piles which filled themselves away in a portable filling cabinet, and the couch to deform from it's just-slept-on look. The 7th year gave her thanks before setting and placing the book on the coffee table and flipping it open to a certain page.
Bill returned not five minutes later with a tray of steaming tea, allowing the independent, and more awake than him girl to fix her own cup. He himself took a large swallow of his highly caffeinated coffee.
"So, what brings you here?" Bill questioned once he could function without snarling or falling face-first asleep into his coffee mug. Hermione placed her cup down gently on the saucer, and picked up the open book.
Bill looked over, noticing it was the year book for the graduating class before him.
"I have always been fascinated by discovering the personal life and history of all my professors. Recently, I was able to start researching Professor Snape. I discovered this picture. And I want to know who it is." The girl pointed to a picture with three Slytherins of whom Bill was very familiar with.
Bill gave a sad, reminiscent sigh.
"I can't really tell you much, Kingsley, you know Shacklebolt, can tell you more, he shared a dorm with all three of them. But I can tell you that his name was Harrison Jamieson, and he showed up as a 7th year during my 6th year. He was a Slytherin, he cross dressed, and he was never seen without Lucius and Severus. He was an good kid, looking back, but back then I didn't see that. He was really nice, no matter who you were, and he used to make sure all the first, second, and third years were eating balanced meals, and brushed their teeth, and went to bed on time. Back then most of us Gryffindors thought he was being an overbearing freak, but, now I realize that he was just taking on a responsibility that most of us didn't see, and the teachers were too busy or too lazy to take on. He was making sure that all those little kids knew that even though they were away from home for the first time, that they would still be taken care off, and that the're was still boundaries and rules." Bill paused, a reminiscent smile caressing his face.
"I remember one time a first year had a nightmare and was sobbing and crying his eyes out, and one of the other first years called a house-elf, and the house-elf took one look at the crying kid, while the rest of us Gryffindors were flipping out wondering what they hell we were supposed to do, and then house-elf popped back in with Jamieson who immediately scooped the kid in his arms and comforted him, all the while comforting the other little kids too. He then shot all of us older guys this murderous glare and pointed out to the hallway. It was like obeying Mum, you just did it, cuz you knew if you didn't, she'd make sure you never disobeyed her again. It was like Jamieson was suddenly my Mum. So we all scampered into the hall, and seemed frozen while he remained in the room with the little first years and when he came out, you could see that a few of the beds were pushed together and the little first years were all in that bed and were fast asleep." Bill gave a chuckle as he continued with his tale.
"So there we all were, most of us close to 183cm (~6') and we were all terrified about what that 157cm (~5'2") tall cross-dresser who was wearing a t-shirt that belonged to one of his boyfriends, and a pair of lacy girl's underwear, and a pair of socks that had little snitches all over them, was going to do to us. Hell, even James and Sirius were scared enough to not move from the hallway." Bill gave another chuckle.
Hermione was enthralled, she couldn't let Bill stop there!
"What did he do to you guys?"
"He put a one-way silencing charm on the first year's dorm, you know the one's that parents use to be able to hear them, but not let the noise of the house disrupt their kids while they sleep? Then he turned to us and raised an eye brow, with his arms crossed on his chest. For some reason, we all felt like we should apologize, and so we started yammering out apologies. Jamieson just raised his hand and looked each and every one of in the eye before starting in on us. He basically berated us for not looking out for the little kids, that didn't we know how to give a child a hug? And, why the hell did we all stand there while the kid sobbed, that if we weren't going to help the kid, then we should go get a person who would. And that he was very disappointed in us for not being the role models that those children needed, and that the next time any one of us thought it funny to pick on kids younger than ourselves so much that it caused the kid to have nightmares, or, damn it, picking on the kid at all, our will had better be written and approved by a lawyer, because, so help us, we weren't going to get another chance." Bill laughed again.
"And then he sent us to our rooms and grounded us for a week. And you know what, we actually listened, even the Marauders did. You know, he reminds me of Harry, in the way he can say something, and everybody listens. Not that Harry ever used that to his advantage, well, Jamieson really didn't either. They're really a lot alike, which might be why Snape was such a bastard to Harry." Bill trailed off, something clicking in his mind.
The red-headed wizard looked at the 7th year witch seated across from him, contemplating his story. She was going to take the little information he had given her, and she was going to run with, Bill just knew she would.
And, Bill wasn't going to stop her.
Luna Lovegood curtsied to the knights as she ambled along the fourth floor in the direction of the clock tower. She was humming a tune only she knew as she conversed occasionally with the castle.
The odd girl wandered around a corner, spotting two people who looked as if they could use a hug.
"Hello Professor Snape, hello Mr. Malfoy. Isn't it lovely today? The swanney-swams are flying today."
The two men looked up from where they were standing huddled by the window they visited every year.
"Good afternoon, Miss Lovegood." Professor Snape responded, Mr. Malfoy nodded his greetings.
Luna gave a dreamy smile to both men, before continuing to amble along. She stopped when she had passed the men.
"Don't worry, Harry doesn't give away his heart very easily." And with that being said, she continued on, disappearing along a secluded passage; leaving the two men staring after her in masked wonderment.
"Angels?" Harry questioned from the cocoon of naked chests, limbs, and wings that encased him on the bed. The two nodded, once more placing gentle kisses and licks along his jaw line.
Harry attempted to imagine the adult versions of his...boyfriends? or mates as the had called him? with wings. It was a very nice image in his mind, one that was quickly causing blood to move south, not to mention what those sinful mouths were doing. He pushed the thoughts away. He needed to concentrate, damn it! This was important!
"Yes-kiss-we-lick-are-kiss-Angels-long lick" Luc spoke, his hands that had been on Harry's hips, moving towards his prize.
Harry could barely think straight, he barely caught the words Sev whispered in his ear as the man's delightful tongue paused slightly in it's attempts to molest Harry's ear.
"And you are our mate. And-" Sev paused to suck on Harry's earlobe as one hand trailed up Harry's stomach towards the pebbled peaks that tasted oh-so wonderful.
"We won't let anyone else have you."
And, my God, his cloths were gone and their hands were everywhere, and it was even better than the night before! And then those sinful mouths were trying to suck his soul out through his cock and mouth.
OH Merlin! There was a finger inside him, going in and out, in and out and it felt so good.
And then the pleasure stopped drawing a whimper from Harry.
The curtains surrounding the bed where their winged cocoon set were flung open and a voice penetrated his lust filled daze. Harry suddenly found himself sheltered in a white wing, pressed against Sev's chest, as Luc, black wings shielding both Harry and Sev from view spoke regally, with a slight hint of a snarl.
"Go away." Harry heard a sigh.
"Honestly Luc, I would, but I really don't think you want me knowing what your little mate sounds like when he's in ecstasy, and we have quiddich try-outs in an hour. We all know it'll take you that long to get ready." The voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt drifted into Harry's ears.
"Fine, we shall be there, now go, and don't interrupt us again, Draken, just as Subs are cherished with your kind, Submissives are even more divine and precious in ours." Lucius sneered out.
Kingsley gave a bark of laughter.
"I wouldn't dream of bothering you three again."
Okie-dokie, another chapter down. Umm ideas would be great, currently, as you can see, I'm working on developing our boy's romance.
I was asked what month it is. It's October, and the first Quiddich game is in November.
My God, another chapter so close to the last one!