"Harry Potter and The Hidden Prophesy"
I own no part of the Harry Potter stories, I simply enjoy them enough to pay homage to them in my own writing. Please don't sue me!!! This story takes place after year 5 and focuses on Harry, Snape, and some new characters. There is mention of slash and pregnancy.
This story has evolved into something I didn't quite plan, but I'm willing to let it go where it takes me…
Chapter 14: The Hidden Prophesy
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POTTER MARRIES POTION MASTER!
Harry took one look at the newspaper and fainted.
Severus glared at the Boy-Who-Lived, but said nothing as another wave of pain shot through his arm. He winced with pain as Draco screamed from across the hall. The people gathered for the wedding wore expressions of shock and disbelief. Molly ran to Harry and attempted with Hermione to revive him.
"Is it true?" Arthur asked as he glanced from the Daily Prophet to Dumbledore. "Is Harry married to Severus?"
"Ahhhh!" Draco screamed as he clutched his arm. "We have to go, he's killing me!"
"It's just pain, boy. Suck it up!" Severus shouted angrily. Draco paled, his godfather's wavy hair looked wild as his eyes grew stormy and black. The man stood glaring menacingly at Harry.
"Father," Sebastian admonished, "Stop this."
Hermione sat next to Harry, caressing his face and coaxing him to wake. The green-eyed boy opened his eyes slowly, pulling his left arm to his chest with pain.
"Bloody Hell," he sighed. "Why does my arm hurt?"
"You're bound to Dad," Sebastian said darkly. "You'll share his pain for the rest of your life." Harry sat up quickly and glared at Severus who was quietly seething.
"You tricked me!" Harry shouted as he stood. Severus took a deep breath. "You did this on purpose you evil bastard!" He said as he pushed Snape's taller form.
Severus swung and his hand made contact with the boy's cheek. The slap silenced the room.
"How dare you! You cheeky brat! I would never willingly marry a Potter!" Severus spat.
"Somehow we don't believe you," George said softly from his seat as he looked at Sebastian, living proof that Severus had a relationship with a Potter. Snape ignored him.
"Dad," Sebastian said calmly as Harry's body crackled with unrestrained magic.
Severus paid him no attention. "This is your fault. You and that bloody elf!"
Harry's face flushed and the goblets and plates in the room shook with his fury.
"Harry," Ron said, "calm down, you'll hurt yourself."
A wind swept through the Great Hall, terrifying the occupants.
"Dad!" Sebastian shouted. "Stop it! This isn't helping."
"I should have let them kill you when you were a baby. You've ruined my life!" Severus cried.
"I HATE YOU!" Harry screamed as the windows to the hall shook then imploded, sending glass everywhere as the wind blew and the building shook. Screams of terror filled the air. Dumbledore froze the glass and with a flick of his wand it returned to its panes.
"Don't be so melodramatic," Dumbledore sighed as he shook his head. "Severus you could never kill a child and Harry didn't do this, I did."
The wind stopped blowing and the building stood still. Harry paled as he turned his attention to his Headmaster.
"The prophecy, all the prophecies are due to interpretation. When Sebastian and Drusilla were young, everyone believed that they were supposed to marry and I let them believe what they wanted. It truly detailed how a Malfoy and Snape would help Harry find the power to defeat the Dark Lord. That power is love. And Harry loves Severus," Albus finished.
"I do not!" Harry cried like a tempestuous child.
"What of the crystal and the Snape and Malfoy crests, the wedding band?" Sebastian asked nervously.
"You and Dru fulfill the Snape and Malfoy components, the wedding band is not your own, however," Dumbledore smiled. "It is Harry's."
Harry paled. "But I don't love him."
Dumbledore shook his head. "No my child. You do not. Not yet. But you will. It is your destiny. You are meant to be with Severus and he with you."
"And what of the baby?" Sebastian asked Dumbledore as his wife walked away.
"It was never a part of the prophecy, just an inclination of yours and your wife's," the elderly professor smiled as he handed the groom a book of baby names. Sebastian took the book and nodded, stammering off into a chair.
By that time, Ron and Hermione had taken places at Harry's side, watching with dread as he faced their Potion's master.
"I don't want to be married to you!"
"Severus was drawn to your father because of his bond with you, my child. Sebastian would not have been born had he not been searching for you," the Headmaster sighed. "It is a strange and complicated love, but it is love."
Snape stood, arms crossed in defiance. He was shaking, a small trickle of sweat falling down his forehead.
"Severus?" Drusilla said with worry. "Is the Dark Lord still calling?"
"Yes," Snape whispered as he continued to stare at Harry and Dumbledore.
Dru turned to see how her brother was faring, but the young man was unconscious, his head in his mother's lap. "Draco…" she sighed as she moved toward her family.
"This doesn't change anything," Harry said as he glared at his professor.
"I quite agree," Severus seethed as he held his arm. "Now I must answer the call or we'll all suffer..."
"NO!" Sebastian shouted as he ran to his father. "You can't go, he'll kill you!"
Severus smiled wickedly at Harry, but his grin faded as he turned to face his son. "Then Harry shall have a short honeymoon."
"Dad! Christ! Be serious!"
Severus shook his head. "What would you have me do Sebastian? Shall I ignore him until he stops my heart? What about what this will do to Draco? To Harry?"
Sebastian paled as he stared at his brother and brother in law. Both boys were perspiring and Draco was still unconscious.
"I have no choice," Severus sighed.
"Yes you bloody do!" Sebastian growled, looking every bit the irate Snape. "The Dark Mark is imbedded in your skin, but it does not connect with your nervous system. If we cut it off it will not kill you. The magic lies in the Mark."
Severus shook his head and Remus approached the group.
"If I may, Severus," the werewolf said softly. "Sebastian, Dumbledore and I have been researching the Mark for a while now. I agree with your son. It will be a sacrifice, but you will be free of Voldemort."
"Sacrifice?" Severus asked wearily as he glared at Albus.
"Your arm will be removed at the elbow," the Headmaster said somberly. Severus paled.
"Absolutely not!"
Harry turned to his professor turned husband and shouted. "For God's sake! Be reasonable!"
"REASONABLE!" Severus screamed as he turned his wrath to the young man. "I won't be able to brew a potion, nor defend myself. I will not loose my arm!"
Harry shrunk away from his husband as the older man walked toward him. His stature did not prevent him from causing the ground to shake with his raw magic.
"This is all your fault! You and that damned elf!" Severus growled into his face. Harry stood still as his face flushed at their proximity. Wind began to whip through the Great Hall again and the wedding party cowered under tables and chairs, preparing for a burst of magic.
"Enough!" Dumbledore shouted. "Harry that is enough!" Harry, startled by the Headmaster, relaxed and his magical outburst settled. "It is your decision Severus, do as you must."
Severus nodded curtly and walked to Draco. Picking up the unconscious boy, he strode out of the room. Sebastian and Harry stared after him, but he did not return their gaze.
After several minutes, the haze that had fallen over the party, cleared. People began to approach Dumbledore and Narcissa Malfoy continued to cry. Drusilla attempted to calm her mother as Sebastian sat next to her with a stunned expression.
"Bloody hell," Ron sighed as he and Hermione stood next to Harry. "This is the worst wedding I've ever been to."
Hermione glared at Ron, but the redhead did not seem to notice. "I can't believe you married Snape!" Harry winced at his friend and crouched down, holding his head in his hands.
"Shut it Ron!" Hermione screeched as she sat next to Harry.
What had started out as one of the best days of his life had ended as one of the worst. His brother was lucky; he'd married the girl of his dreams. Harry however was bound for life to a man who hated him.