Coming Silence
Ch: 9
A half an hour later found Harry sitting comfortably surrounded by his people in Dumbledores' office. He had just finished telling the company about his whereabouts the last two (for time is different between the two realms) years. They seemed to except most of it, but MacGonagall seemed to have a problem with him having a tail.
"You really have a tail?" she asked. "It's just not possible!"
"Why not?" countered Harry. "Anything is possible. I'm just different. If I was an ordinary wizard, I wouldn't have one."
"We all know Potter was never normal, Minerva," said Severus from his corner of the room. "The boy has never been normal and has always managed to do something impossible."
Sirius started to growl softly but Harry placed a hand on his godfather's arm. "Don't Sirius. Severus is right." Everyone turned to look at Harry. Had the boy lost his mind? "I have never been normal and I don't think I ever will be. But my tail is a tail. Do I need to show you all so you will believe me?"
"I think you just might have too, Harry," said Dumbledore with a smile. He was having a grand old time, Harry could tell.
"If you don't mind, Potter. I think that would be best," said MacGonagall, slightly breathless.
Harry sighed and stood up, saying, "Why doesn't anybody ever believe me?" as he whipped his cloak off of his shoulders. Draco snuggled underneath the dropped cloak in contentment. Hagrid had taken special interest in the Matinar, and sat petting the dragon on the head. Harry could tell he was in heaven.
"It's not that they don't believe you, Harry. It's just that your story is a little hard for people like her to believe. They have rules and don't like bending them," Kasha said comfortably.
Harry shook his head and turned. There was a gasp from around the room as they saw, twitching from Harry's behind, a long, furry black tail. Harry sighed in agitation and it caused his tail to start swinging in time with his feelings. A slight snort caught his attention. Harry turned, amused, to find Severus trying to hold in a chuckle.
"Are you ok, Severus?" Harry asked.
Severus just waved one pale hand, as if to brush away the comment. Still, try as hard as he might, the laughter only managed to seep through. Soon, the older man was collapsed in his chair, laughing out loud with tears streaming down his face.
"Moony?" asked Sirius, staring in fear at Severus.
"Yes, Padfoot?" replied Remus.
"Am I dead?"
"No."
"Has hell frozen over?"
"I think it just might have, Padfoot."
Everyone stared at Severus as he tried to get himself together. Harry crossed his arms and sat down, waiting for someone to tell him what was so funny. Finally, impatient, he cleared his throat in hopes of gaining the Potions Master's attention.
"I ask again- what's so funny?"
"You, Potter. You always manage to get yourself into something, but this just takes the cake! You and your cute little tail- it does fit you, in a way. The thought was just amusing to me."
Harry stared at the man in awe. 'He's lost his mind,' he thought to himself, 'He just said my tail was cute. He must have been smoking something.' He mentally shook himself to bring him back into reality. He would think about that comment later.
"I take what I said back," stated MacGonagall. "It is possible to have a tail in human form. Interesting."
"Harry, I must know something," started Dumbledore. "You said you were in Alenzar for ten years. It has only been two years since you disappeared. Is there a time difference between the two realms?"
"Yes, Professor. One year here equals five years in Alenzar. I trust you can do the math."
"Those parchments you sent to me, they deal with lycanthropy. But," started Severus, eyeing Harry. "You did not mention anything about the curse when telling your story. Does that mean there are no werewolves in Alenzar?"
"Good question. I can't answer that one but Roltac can. He knows more about this than I do." Harry motioned for Roltac to start.
"Yes, Professor, there once was werewolves in Alenzar. We have two moons, however, and neither travel on the same orbit. So when one is full, the other is a new moon. There were many complications for those who carry any type of lycanthropy," started Roltac, his voice flowing throughout the room. "Once, there was a woman who had contacted this disease. She noticed the problems dealing with the moons and one night, when neither moon was full, was picking herbs when she noticed that one herb suppressed pain when in contact with fresh blood.
"She had pricked herself on a thorn while wrenching out an herb called fullbloom. The pain was immediately stopped. She ate this right before her next change and felt no pain. So she started to experiment. Unfortunately, she ended up taking the wrong potion and came to this realm. This realm does not contain fullbloom and she had to find some other potion for her pain.
"It just so happens, She took a poison that she created. Thankfully, it was the night the moon was shinning at its fullest. Shifting, the potion was defeated but it gave her an idea. Mixing her blood with the poison and adding the poison to a suppressant, she created the potion she had been looking for- a cure for lycanthropy. She was completely cured- and found a way home to the Demon world.
"After she arrived, she wrote down what she had done- but having no knowledge of what herbs she used, she drew pictures and diagrams, then direction on what to add and when. No one could use these directions on what she had made. After her death, her memoirs where analyzed by the best scientist's and herbalist's the world had to offer. They found what properties each had in common and matched them up with the same ones we have in our world. The potion, after many years, was created and lycanthropy cured. Her notes were placed away on the king's orders until Harry passed them on to you. He said the only one who could accomplish such a feat was you, Severus."
Everyone turned in shock to look at Harry but he didn't notice. He sat in his chair with a frown plastered to his face. Something was wrong. A deeply enticing smell wafted through the air, teasing his senses and shooting pleasure all throughout his body. It was a smell of herbs and spices, and a slightly musky smell.
A goofy grin spread over Harry's face as he was pulled deeper into the spell that had come over him. Dumbledore was staring at him strangely but Harry didn't notice.
"Harry? Are you alright?" asked the Headmaster but it sounded miles away to Harry. Harry only nodded slightly before standing up and moving slowly around the room. He was following the smell like a rat to the Pied Piper.
^ Harry, are you ok? You are starting to scare the others^ called Draco. Harry replied in a vague manner, continuing his mission.
'Not Sirius, not Remus, not Hagrid- where is that smell coming from?' Harry thought to himself. He passed a nervous looking MacGonagall but paid her no attention- the delightful smell was not coming from her.
As he rounded her chair and came slowly up to Severus's, Harry started to slow down. The smell was getting stronger and he started to recognize some of the herbs; ginger, jasmine, and wolfsbane were predominant. Harry slowly raised one hand, as if to touch Severus's cheek. He was still out of it, with that stupid grin on his face. But the smell was begging him to come closer, to touch and caress.
Severus captured Harry's hand inches away from his face. "What is wrong with you, Potter?"
In reply, Harry said, "You smell nice.."
Silence thundered through the room, Severus looking gobsmacked at what Harry had said to him. The smaller man tried- in vain- to crawl into Severus's lap. Roltac, seeing how uncomfortable-not to mention pissed- the other man was becoming, quickly wrenched Harry away. The distance away from Severus and his unique smell made Harry quickly come to his senses.
"What happened?" asked Harry, still slightly dazed. The others filled him in when they realized Harry had no clue on what he had done, and watched in rapid concentration as Harry rapidly paled. He knew what this meant. The attraction, the smell-
"Oh no. No no no no no! Whom in the hell did I piss off bad enough to have this done to me?" he cried, shocking everyone. "It can't be, no, no, no, he hates me. It won't work, it just won't work!"
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Roltac in Demonish. Harry being this worked up made him slightly anxious. Sirius- having that spell still on him- listened with interest. Every one else was left in the dark.
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong! I just found my Mate-"
"About damn time," muttered Malvorn. Harry quickly turned to him.
"That's not it! My Mate happens to be Severus! SEVERUS of all people! He hates me. I'll be chewed up and spit out like a wad of old gum!"
A gasp stopped Harry in mid tirade. Turning, Harry saw Sirius gasping for breath. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he keeled over and promptly passed out.
"Sirius!" shouted Remus.
"Fuck! I forgot the spell!" muttered Harry. "He'll be okay, I think. He just. passed out.." Harry slowly trailed off as Severus walked up behind him in order to get a look at Sirius.
"Oh crap," muttered Roltac. He slowly approached Harry. A founding between two powerful mates was something to not mess with. The protective instincts between someone who recently found their mate were running on high, especially since Harry had never had anyone to love.
"My King, are you okay?" he asked Harry in a submissive tone. He didn't want to provoke Harry's anger. But Harry nodded slowly. Turning, as Severus passed him to crouch down by Sirius's head, Harry stalked up behind him, standing silently with that eerie smile on his face.
"He will be alright, he just passed out. I wonder why. Something Potter said had-oomph!" Severus fell over as a small body launched itself straight into his arms. He suddenly found himself full of Harry's body. At first he was about to yell his head off but just as he was about to, a loud rumbling filled the room. Harry was purring!
Harry could hear someone holding back a laugh but he paid it no attention. "What the- Potter, get the HELL off of me!" Arms tried to pry the happy man off of Severus but they didn't get very far. Harry fought them every step of the way.
Severus wiggled underneath him and that made Harry even happier. Severus felt the growing erection on the man on top of him and his eyes widened. Harry was very happy to be where he was. Finally, Draco took Harry's' clothing into his mouth and wrenched him away. Severus, extremely flustered, scrambled to his feet. They were all surprised to see the normally calm man blushing!
Dumbledore smiled knowingly as Kasha gently slapped Harry across the face. "Before you molest Professor Snape, you owe him an explanation." The laughter carried in her voice as she tried not to laugh. That earned her a scathing glare from Severus but, as he was still blushing rather brightly, it lost some of its appeal.
Remus noted, from his position by Sirius's head, that Severus looked rather- aroused. Could he possibly like Harry? That was some food for thought.
Harry struggled to find his thoughts and finally he did, though his gaze didn't stray very far from Severus. "Well, you see, Demons generally Mate for life. Much like a Veela, they find their Mates by smell and smell alone. Demons are the same way, only slightly worse. Our protective instincts kick in earlier that the Veela and, well, it seems I finally found my Mate." He broke off and stared intently at Severus.
"No, you can't be serious," said Severus, his face paling rapidly as he put two-and-two together. Unfortunately he didn't get four. Harry nodded weakly as Severus quickly sat down.
"What? What is it?" asked MacGonagall.
"Well, it seems that Severus is my Mate. He smells right."
The news had the effect of a dropping bomb. Dumbledore smiled happily while MacGonagall and Remus looked from Harry to Severus.
"And Sirius knows." Severus snapped back from wherever he had been and looked at Harry. He quickly looked away with a slight blush as a look full of desire was sent his way.
"Harry," Harry looked at Dumbledore, "How does Sirius know?"
"A spell. He can understand Demonish. I placed it on him the first time he visited me."
Severus stood and slowly edged towards the door. "If you don't need me, Albus, I think I will be going now."
"Don't!" shouted Harry. He blushed at his outburst but stared at Severus silently.
"And why not, Mr. Potter?"
"Because you're my Mate. I need you to sit near me until I am used to your sent. Or I might end up jumping you again.."
Severus only sneered and turned to leave. Before he left, he heard, "You may not like me Severus, but I do like you. I will get you, eventually." Ignoring the remark, he turned and left, not admitting that he hoped those words were true.
"Uh, what should we do about Sirius?" asked Remus.
"Just leave him there."
AN: Sort of bad ending, and you now know who the Mate is. Next chapter, another run in with Ron and Malfoy raises his ugly head. A pop in from Harry and a vision! I would especially like to thank my Mom on this chapter, as she has been my impromptu beta reader. Thanks Mom! Thanks to those who have reviewed and I hope you like it! ~Cheers
A half an hour later found Harry sitting comfortably surrounded by his people in Dumbledores' office. He had just finished telling the company about his whereabouts the last two (for time is different between the two realms) years. They seemed to except most of it, but MacGonagall seemed to have a problem with him having a tail.
"You really have a tail?" she asked. "It's just not possible!"
"Why not?" countered Harry. "Anything is possible. I'm just different. If I was an ordinary wizard, I wouldn't have one."
"We all know Potter was never normal, Minerva," said Severus from his corner of the room. "The boy has never been normal and has always managed to do something impossible."
Sirius started to growl softly but Harry placed a hand on his godfather's arm. "Don't Sirius. Severus is right." Everyone turned to look at Harry. Had the boy lost his mind? "I have never been normal and I don't think I ever will be. But my tail is a tail. Do I need to show you all so you will believe me?"
"I think you just might have too, Harry," said Dumbledore with a smile. He was having a grand old time, Harry could tell.
"If you don't mind, Potter. I think that would be best," said MacGonagall, slightly breathless.
Harry sighed and stood up, saying, "Why doesn't anybody ever believe me?" as he whipped his cloak off of his shoulders. Draco snuggled underneath the dropped cloak in contentment. Hagrid had taken special interest in the Matinar, and sat petting the dragon on the head. Harry could tell he was in heaven.
"It's not that they don't believe you, Harry. It's just that your story is a little hard for people like her to believe. They have rules and don't like bending them," Kasha said comfortably.
Harry shook his head and turned. There was a gasp from around the room as they saw, twitching from Harry's behind, a long, furry black tail. Harry sighed in agitation and it caused his tail to start swinging in time with his feelings. A slight snort caught his attention. Harry turned, amused, to find Severus trying to hold in a chuckle.
"Are you ok, Severus?" Harry asked.
Severus just waved one pale hand, as if to brush away the comment. Still, try as hard as he might, the laughter only managed to seep through. Soon, the older man was collapsed in his chair, laughing out loud with tears streaming down his face.
"Moony?" asked Sirius, staring in fear at Severus.
"Yes, Padfoot?" replied Remus.
"Am I dead?"
"No."
"Has hell frozen over?"
"I think it just might have, Padfoot."
Everyone stared at Severus as he tried to get himself together. Harry crossed his arms and sat down, waiting for someone to tell him what was so funny. Finally, impatient, he cleared his throat in hopes of gaining the Potions Master's attention.
"I ask again- what's so funny?"
"You, Potter. You always manage to get yourself into something, but this just takes the cake! You and your cute little tail- it does fit you, in a way. The thought was just amusing to me."
Harry stared at the man in awe. 'He's lost his mind,' he thought to himself, 'He just said my tail was cute. He must have been smoking something.' He mentally shook himself to bring him back into reality. He would think about that comment later.
"I take what I said back," stated MacGonagall. "It is possible to have a tail in human form. Interesting."
"Harry, I must know something," started Dumbledore. "You said you were in Alenzar for ten years. It has only been two years since you disappeared. Is there a time difference between the two realms?"
"Yes, Professor. One year here equals five years in Alenzar. I trust you can do the math."
"Those parchments you sent to me, they deal with lycanthropy. But," started Severus, eyeing Harry. "You did not mention anything about the curse when telling your story. Does that mean there are no werewolves in Alenzar?"
"Good question. I can't answer that one but Roltac can. He knows more about this than I do." Harry motioned for Roltac to start.
"Yes, Professor, there once was werewolves in Alenzar. We have two moons, however, and neither travel on the same orbit. So when one is full, the other is a new moon. There were many complications for those who carry any type of lycanthropy," started Roltac, his voice flowing throughout the room. "Once, there was a woman who had contacted this disease. She noticed the problems dealing with the moons and one night, when neither moon was full, was picking herbs when she noticed that one herb suppressed pain when in contact with fresh blood.
"She had pricked herself on a thorn while wrenching out an herb called fullbloom. The pain was immediately stopped. She ate this right before her next change and felt no pain. So she started to experiment. Unfortunately, she ended up taking the wrong potion and came to this realm. This realm does not contain fullbloom and she had to find some other potion for her pain.
"It just so happens, She took a poison that she created. Thankfully, it was the night the moon was shinning at its fullest. Shifting, the potion was defeated but it gave her an idea. Mixing her blood with the poison and adding the poison to a suppressant, she created the potion she had been looking for- a cure for lycanthropy. She was completely cured- and found a way home to the Demon world.
"After she arrived, she wrote down what she had done- but having no knowledge of what herbs she used, she drew pictures and diagrams, then direction on what to add and when. No one could use these directions on what she had made. After her death, her memoirs where analyzed by the best scientist's and herbalist's the world had to offer. They found what properties each had in common and matched them up with the same ones we have in our world. The potion, after many years, was created and lycanthropy cured. Her notes were placed away on the king's orders until Harry passed them on to you. He said the only one who could accomplish such a feat was you, Severus."
Everyone turned in shock to look at Harry but he didn't notice. He sat in his chair with a frown plastered to his face. Something was wrong. A deeply enticing smell wafted through the air, teasing his senses and shooting pleasure all throughout his body. It was a smell of herbs and spices, and a slightly musky smell.
A goofy grin spread over Harry's face as he was pulled deeper into the spell that had come over him. Dumbledore was staring at him strangely but Harry didn't notice.
"Harry? Are you alright?" asked the Headmaster but it sounded miles away to Harry. Harry only nodded slightly before standing up and moving slowly around the room. He was following the smell like a rat to the Pied Piper.
^ Harry, are you ok? You are starting to scare the others^ called Draco. Harry replied in a vague manner, continuing his mission.
'Not Sirius, not Remus, not Hagrid- where is that smell coming from?' Harry thought to himself. He passed a nervous looking MacGonagall but paid her no attention- the delightful smell was not coming from her.
As he rounded her chair and came slowly up to Severus's, Harry started to slow down. The smell was getting stronger and he started to recognize some of the herbs; ginger, jasmine, and wolfsbane were predominant. Harry slowly raised one hand, as if to touch Severus's cheek. He was still out of it, with that stupid grin on his face. But the smell was begging him to come closer, to touch and caress.
Severus captured Harry's hand inches away from his face. "What is wrong with you, Potter?"
In reply, Harry said, "You smell nice.."
Silence thundered through the room, Severus looking gobsmacked at what Harry had said to him. The smaller man tried- in vain- to crawl into Severus's lap. Roltac, seeing how uncomfortable-not to mention pissed- the other man was becoming, quickly wrenched Harry away. The distance away from Severus and his unique smell made Harry quickly come to his senses.
"What happened?" asked Harry, still slightly dazed. The others filled him in when they realized Harry had no clue on what he had done, and watched in rapid concentration as Harry rapidly paled. He knew what this meant. The attraction, the smell-
"Oh no. No no no no no! Whom in the hell did I piss off bad enough to have this done to me?" he cried, shocking everyone. "It can't be, no, no, no, he hates me. It won't work, it just won't work!"
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Roltac in Demonish. Harry being this worked up made him slightly anxious. Sirius- having that spell still on him- listened with interest. Every one else was left in the dark.
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong! I just found my Mate-"
"About damn time," muttered Malvorn. Harry quickly turned to him.
"That's not it! My Mate happens to be Severus! SEVERUS of all people! He hates me. I'll be chewed up and spit out like a wad of old gum!"
A gasp stopped Harry in mid tirade. Turning, Harry saw Sirius gasping for breath. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he keeled over and promptly passed out.
"Sirius!" shouted Remus.
"Fuck! I forgot the spell!" muttered Harry. "He'll be okay, I think. He just. passed out.." Harry slowly trailed off as Severus walked up behind him in order to get a look at Sirius.
"Oh crap," muttered Roltac. He slowly approached Harry. A founding between two powerful mates was something to not mess with. The protective instincts between someone who recently found their mate were running on high, especially since Harry had never had anyone to love.
"My King, are you okay?" he asked Harry in a submissive tone. He didn't want to provoke Harry's anger. But Harry nodded slowly. Turning, as Severus passed him to crouch down by Sirius's head, Harry stalked up behind him, standing silently with that eerie smile on his face.
"He will be alright, he just passed out. I wonder why. Something Potter said had-oomph!" Severus fell over as a small body launched itself straight into his arms. He suddenly found himself full of Harry's body. At first he was about to yell his head off but just as he was about to, a loud rumbling filled the room. Harry was purring!
Harry could hear someone holding back a laugh but he paid it no attention. "What the- Potter, get the HELL off of me!" Arms tried to pry the happy man off of Severus but they didn't get very far. Harry fought them every step of the way.
Severus wiggled underneath him and that made Harry even happier. Severus felt the growing erection on the man on top of him and his eyes widened. Harry was very happy to be where he was. Finally, Draco took Harry's' clothing into his mouth and wrenched him away. Severus, extremely flustered, scrambled to his feet. They were all surprised to see the normally calm man blushing!
Dumbledore smiled knowingly as Kasha gently slapped Harry across the face. "Before you molest Professor Snape, you owe him an explanation." The laughter carried in her voice as she tried not to laugh. That earned her a scathing glare from Severus but, as he was still blushing rather brightly, it lost some of its appeal.
Remus noted, from his position by Sirius's head, that Severus looked rather- aroused. Could he possibly like Harry? That was some food for thought.
Harry struggled to find his thoughts and finally he did, though his gaze didn't stray very far from Severus. "Well, you see, Demons generally Mate for life. Much like a Veela, they find their Mates by smell and smell alone. Demons are the same way, only slightly worse. Our protective instincts kick in earlier that the Veela and, well, it seems I finally found my Mate." He broke off and stared intently at Severus.
"No, you can't be serious," said Severus, his face paling rapidly as he put two-and-two together. Unfortunately he didn't get four. Harry nodded weakly as Severus quickly sat down.
"What? What is it?" asked MacGonagall.
"Well, it seems that Severus is my Mate. He smells right."
The news had the effect of a dropping bomb. Dumbledore smiled happily while MacGonagall and Remus looked from Harry to Severus.
"And Sirius knows." Severus snapped back from wherever he had been and looked at Harry. He quickly looked away with a slight blush as a look full of desire was sent his way.
"Harry," Harry looked at Dumbledore, "How does Sirius know?"
"A spell. He can understand Demonish. I placed it on him the first time he visited me."
Severus stood and slowly edged towards the door. "If you don't need me, Albus, I think I will be going now."
"Don't!" shouted Harry. He blushed at his outburst but stared at Severus silently.
"And why not, Mr. Potter?"
"Because you're my Mate. I need you to sit near me until I am used to your sent. Or I might end up jumping you again.."
Severus only sneered and turned to leave. Before he left, he heard, "You may not like me Severus, but I do like you. I will get you, eventually." Ignoring the remark, he turned and left, not admitting that he hoped those words were true.
"Uh, what should we do about Sirius?" asked Remus.
"Just leave him there."
AN: Sort of bad ending, and you now know who the Mate is. Next chapter, another run in with Ron and Malfoy raises his ugly head. A pop in from Harry and a vision! I would especially like to thank my Mom on this chapter, as she has been my impromptu beta reader. Thanks Mom! Thanks to those who have reviewed and I hope you like it! ~Cheers