Alia: Okay. I'm back to Second Chances. I haven't even touched it in a while because all of my concentration has been on Time, Truth,and Sacrifice. But I need a little break from that (lets see how long that lasts) so I turned to this. I am NOT happy with this chapter but I guess it will have to do.

To anyone who suffered permanent mental scarring at the discovery of Malphas's mother. I'm sorry. I can't even remember how it got into my head. I think someone suggested it, so it's not all my fault. I'm happy with the responses I'm getting on Julian's buddies too. Thanks.

This still isn't betaed but I tried my best.

Thank you guys for reading andreviewing. Enjoy!

TITLE: Second Chances -Because of Certainty and Uncertainty

AUTHOR: Alia

STATUS/PART: 11

SEQUEL: Raven's Gift

RATING: R (just a heavy one)

PAIRING: Severus Snape/ Harry Potter

SPOILERS: All but HBP

WARNINGS: language, angst, slash, violence, mpreg

DISCLAIMER: I do not in anyway or fashion own HP or anything else. I'm making no money from this.

SUMMARY: The characters of HP and Raven's Gift learn that some things won't stay buried.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I think I may overcome the dreaded writer's block. I'm not sure right now but we'll see. In the next chap, I may be skipping some time. If you haven't, check out the updates for Time, Truth, and Sacrifice. I should have the next chapter for WDCA sooner or later.

Second Chances -Because of Certainty and Uncertainty

While Raven was still locked inside his prison of Malphas's room, before the potions master would learn the horrible fate of his newly conceived child, Julian lay in Harry's arms, crying silently. Harry hugged the young boy tightly to him. He whispered softly to him, trying to provide his son some comfort.

A soft sob slipped from Julian as his tears soaked Harry's shirt. "What are we going to do?"

Harry shook his head sadly. "I don't know." And for both, that just made the situation worse.

Just earlier that day, in a Death Eater attack on Hogsmeade during the holiday, Julian learned that his father had more than likely been attacked by the new Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord had taken great pleasure in alerting Julian and Harry of what had been done to Severus.

"You should be expecting a little brother or sister in about nine months."

The child had been left devastated by the news. He wasn't stupid, no matter how young he was. He knew how babies were made. Julian also knew his father would never willingly go near Malphas, so that meant only one thing.

"It's my fault." Julian whispered softly. /Just like before. It's not fair! Papa.../

Harry shook his head furiously. "It's not your fault, Julian!"

The young teen pulled away from Harry. He sniffled and wiped away his tears as he pulled his knees to his chest. Wrapping one arm around his legs, he buried his other hand into the covers of the bed. He hid his face in his knees. "Yes it is. Like before."

Harry frowned in confusion. He moved closer to his son and placed his hands on Julian's shoulder. "What do you mean? Before?"

"Malfoy." Julian felt Harry stiffen. "He...Malfoy said...that Papa had done it for me." Julian started crying again. "I-," the boy sobbed, "I hadn't meant to look but Papa was hurt and, and Malfoy had seen me..." Julian wrapped his arms around himself and began crying again.

Harry pulled Julian back in his arms. "It's not your fault, Julian. You had no hand in what happened to Raven."

Julian just shook his head in denial. Harry closed his eyes. This situation reminded him of Sirius.

"Papa wouldn't have gotten hurt if not for me."

Harry gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. /It's not his fault. How do I make him see sense./ "You can't be sure of that Julian."

"I am."

"Well you're wrong!" Harry snapped angrily. Julian pulled away and stared at his angry face in surprise. "You don't know Death Eaters like I do Julian! You have no idea what cruelty they are capable of! Even if you had gotten away, don't you think for one moment Severus...Raven...would have gone unharmed. It wouldn't have happened."

Harry dropped his head as Julian continued to stare at him wide eyed. "It's not your fault or your father's. And as much as I am to blame, it's not even totally my fault. It's Voldemort's!" He put his hands on the sides of Julian's face and stared into his son's brown eyes. "You cannot blame yourself for something you have no control over. It's NOT YOUR FAULT!"

Tears again made their way down Julian's face but the boy slowly began to nod. Harry had a feeling that Julian still had trouble believing him, but that the boy was going to try. Hugging Julian, Harry pressed a kiss into the now messy black locks on Julian's head. "Try to sleep."

"B-but Papa..."

"I-," Harry paused. "I don't think there is anything we can do right now, Julian. I need to go and speak with the Order downstairs." They had immediately flooed to Grimmauld Place the minute they'd gone back to Hogwarts. Albus had wanted an emergency meeting of the Order.

"Can I come?" asked Julian.

Harry shook his head and stopped Julian before he could protest. "Not this time. I want you to rest."

"But-,"

"Julian!" He said sternly. "Rest. Do you understand?" Harry was inwardly afraid of how the boy would take the commanding tone but mentally sagged with relief as Julian sighed in defeat and nodded his head. "Good. Lie down."

After tucking Julian into his bed, Harry slowly made his way down to meet with the other members of the Order. He met Remus in the hallway. The werewolf looked at Harry with worry. "Are you alright? How is Julian?"

Harry leaned against the wall. He rubbed his hands over his face roughly. "I'm as fine as I can be in this situation. Julian is understandably taking it hard. He's lying down right now. Hopefully, he'll get some sleep." Whether it would be peaceful or not was another question.

Remus led the younger man to the meeting. "Everyone is waiting for us."

Harry was now pacing back and forth as people argued in the room. He glanced at Albus and could see the stress on the older man's face. Apparently, Hogsmeade hadn't been the only attack Malphas had scheduled. Voldemort had attacked another wizarding village and even had the audacity to send some Death Eaters to Diagon Alley. Two in Diagon Alley had been apprehended, however.

"I think that is enough on that matter today," said Harry having had enough of the constant arguing. Dumbledore smiled at him wearily understanding the younger wizard's annoyance.

"You're right, Harry. Moving on would be an excellent idea. Unfortunately, the last topic involves Raven Esan, Julian's father. You said that something happened in Hogsmeade that involved Raven."

Moody eyed a suddenly pained looking Harry. "Well?"

Harry opened his mouth when something else came to mind. He suddenly looked thoughtful. "Actually, Albus. There is something else too. But Raven first."

"What happened? We know that Voldemort attacked Hogsmeade today, but what does Julian's father have to do with it?" asked Arthur.

Dumbledore nodded for Harry to continue. Harry sighed explosively. "Apparently, Shacklebolt's information from the Death Eater Julian fought was right. I think...I think Malphas might have impregnated Raven."

Everyone gasped with surprise. Albus's eyes widened as well. "Harry, what makes you say this?"

The former Boy Who Lived's face darkened. "That bastard," Harry spat, "told Julian that he should be expecting a little brother or sister in nine months!"

Ron grimaced angrily. "Bloody hell! How did Julian take it?"

Harry shook his head. "Had I not stopped him, he would have tried to attack Malphas." And it didn't take a genius to figure out who would win.

Molly whispered, "That poor child."

Albus closed his eyes, now even more worried about Severus. "Shacklebolt is still at the Ministry, yes Tonks?" She nodded.

"Please contact him and inform him to find out as much as he can about Mr. Esan from the Death Eaters that were captured."

"Yes, sir." With that, Tonks hurried from the room.

Albus turned to Harry. "Harry, you may want to think about something."

"What?" he asked.

"What will you do, both you and Raven, if he is indeed with child?"

"He isn't."

Everyone's head snapped toward the doorway. Julian stood in the doorway without his robe or shoes. He wore a dark green sweater and black trousers and thick socks. The boy had a sad look on his face and looked terribly tired.

Harry frowned. "Julian, I thought I told you to stay upstairs."

The boy dropped his eyes for a moment before raising them determinedly. "I was but it got kind of loud." A great deal of the Order looked at him sheepishly.

Harry's look remained the same and didn't budge. "Julian, you need to rest."

"Harry." The wizard looked at Dumbledore. The old wizard was looking at Julian. "If I could just ask Julian a question?"

He nodded. "Then he's going back to bed."

Julian frowned but made no remark. He hated people telling him what to do and found himself resenting it a little that Potter was doing it. /But...I have to...he's my...oh forget it! My head hurts./

"Julian, how are you so sure that your father is not pregnant?"

"Papa can't have children." The boy said calmly. He did not, however, get a calm reaction. Everyone began firing questions at the boy who took a step back in surprise.

Harry shouted, "Enough!" The Order members quickly quieted. He moved over to Julian and decided to ask the question that was most asked. "Julian, what do you mean your father can't have children? Do you mean he can't bear?" Julian must have gotten confused.

"No. Papa can't have children."

Harry's eyes widened. "But what about you?"

Julian looked confused then his eyes brightened with understanding. "Oh! No, I mean, Papa can't have children anymore."

"How are you so sure, Julian?" asked Hermione.

Julian hesitated before saying, "About a year before I was born, Papa was attacked by Death Eaters." He wasn't exactly lying.

There were a few whispers but Julian continued. "Something went wrong with his fertility magic because of that and he was told that in a few months, he'd wouldn't be able to have children. That's why he was so desperate to have me."

/And why he went to such lengths to get you/ thought Harry. "So, Raven can no longer have children."

Moody huffed. "HE must not know then."

Albus frowned. "I'm not so sure he doesn't." He looked at Julian. "I think you should head back to bed, child."

Julian opened his mouth to protest when a stern voice said his name. "Julian." Looking at Harry, Julian nodded reluctantly and slowly left the room.

"Now, Harry. What else did you want to tell us?"

The Hogwarts professor looked at the Headmaster. "Something you won't believe."

"Well!" cried the Weasley twins impatiently.

"There's...something wrong with Malphas's magic."

"What?" asked Moody surprised.

"It's faulty."

Dumbledore frowned. "What do you mean by 'faulty'?"

"Malphas tried to kill me so we began to duel, then suddenly things just stopped." He frowned. "Malphas called out a curse, but nothing happened." Harry thought back to what had happened.

Malphas stared at his wand before pointing it. "CRUCIO!" Nothing. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Not a spark came from the wand. "NO! Not now!" He pointed his wand at Harry and began yelling any spell that came to mind. "Engorgio! Expelliarmus! Impedimenta! LUMOS!" Still nothing.

"He tried more curses but nothing. He couldn't even do a simple 'lumos.'" That got some stifled laughs from some Order members, Ron and the twins especially. Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise.

"Well isn't that a surprise!" said the Headmaster, shocked.

Harry nodded. "And I don't think this is the first time it's happened. He'd started yelling about it not happening now."

Dumbledore leaned back in his seat. "That is very curious. Very curious indeed."

"What do you think caused the...malfunction of his magic?" At Arthur's question, the twins started laughing again. Molly glared at them.

Clearing his throat, Albus shook his head. "Did Voldemort say anything else, Harry? Or anything to give us a clue to his magical difficulty?"

Harry was quiet for a moment. "There is something. He said that I had damned him. I don't understand what he was talking about."

Albus nodded. "I think that is all for now."

The next morning, Harry tossed aside the Daily Prophet in disgust before pushing away his breakfast. Molly was bustling around the kitchen. The woman had been intent on staying to help Harry and Julian. The two of them would be staying in Grimmauld Place for the rest of the holiday.

Julian had been a little hesitant about the idea, wanting to spend the holiday with his friends, but Harry had promised the boy that he would take Julian back to Hogwarts on Christmas eve.

Molly looked at the former Boy Who Lived over her shoulder. "Is everything alright dear?"

"Do the people at that paper have nothing better to do than speculate on our lives?" Harry wondered if he could just blast away the Daily Prophet Headquarters. /Would it really be that bad? Would probably be worth going to Azkaban./

"What have they done now?" asked Molly. She headed toward the table.

"Well, apparently some people have been interviewed about the attack on Hogsmeade. At the moment, they're saying...all kinds of things. That Julian didn't hide with the other students because I was 'training' him. Training my son to go against a Dark Lord!" Harry snorted angrily. "And I thought Raven might be free of the press but apparently not. They barely mentioned him when it was discovered that Julian was my son but now the Prophet is saying he has something to do with me and Voldemort."

Molly winced a little at the Dark Lord's name. "Did they say anything in specific?"

"No, thank Merlin. That would make the situation even worse." The Daily Prophet would have had a field day with any more information.

"Is Julian up yet?" Molly had finished breakfast. Harry had been more than ready to cook only to be forced to the side.

"He's probably sleeping in. Everything seems to be taking its toll on him."

"And you too," remarked Molly, pointing at Harry's weary eyes.

He smiled at her. Harry then looked thoughtful. "Molly...can I ask you something?"

Seeing how nervous Harry was suddenly, Molly gave him a sweet, encouraging smile. "You know you can ask me anything, Harry."

"I know. It's just that I'm a little embarrassed, I guess."

Molly sat down across from him. "That's alright, dear. Go right ahead."

Harry cleared his throat. "Well...I-I was wondering if you could give me some advice."

"On what dear?" she said encouragingly, when he had stopped.

"...On how to be a father...to Julian." He said it with a heavy breath.

Her eyes widening, Molly laughed lightly. "Oh, Harry."

He shook his head, looking at her imploringly. "Seriously. I don't know the first thing about being a father."

She smiled softly thinking of all the times she'd seen them together lately. "You seem to be doing well so far."

"I'm not all that sure. Raven has years of experience dealing with Julian. I'm just starting off again after a horrible first try."

Molly took his hands between her own. "Harry, dear, I won't lie to you and say that parenting is easy. It's one of the toughest, most nerve wrecking things you will ever have to deal with."

Harry grimaced. "Thanks, Molly," he said sarcastically.

She ignored his tone and continued, "But I don't think that you have too much to worry about."

Harry's eyes widened. "What do you mean I have nothing to worry about? There's a million things I need to worry about." Gently removing his hands, he stood and began pacing. "What if I'm not a good father? What happens if I can't take care of him properly and he gets hurt because of me? What if I lead him down the wrong path? I mean, aren't parents supposed to guide their children?"

He closed his eyes tightly. Harry ran his hands over his face. "Molly...the only family I have left hates me and didn't provide what one would think parental care. What if I screw this up? I'll lose Julian all over again."

Molly jumped up from her seat and hugged Harry tightly. "I'm so sorry Harry." She pulled back. "But being a parent is all trial and error. Some have methods passed down in the family, and sometimes you just have to come up with your own ideas." She paused. "Harry...Dear, many of us didn't want to bring this up, but you do understand that there may be a chance that Esan-,"

"Don't say it, Molly. Please." He didn't even want the possibility said that he would be Julian's only parent. They'd get Raven back, one way or another.

She nodded. "Harry, you will need to take things one day at a time. You and Julian may have to change a few things and you may keep some things the same."

"Like what?"

Molly frowned slightly in thought. "Why don't you give Julian a couple of chores to do while he's here?"

Harry grimaced as his mind went to his time with the Dursleys. It was like Molly read his mind when she frowned at him. "It's nothing that you went to with those despicable muggles. Just little responsibilities. He could do something like straightening up his room or washing the dishes after meal."

The Hogwarts professor nodded. "That doesn't seem too bad, but isn't there just so much more?"

"There is, but as I said, take things one day at a time."

He nodded, taking in her advice. "I'll go see if Julian is asleep."

"Oh Harry?" called Molly. He paused at the door to the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"I think you'll make an excellent father."

Harry smiled. "Thank you, Molly." He headed up the stairs to check on Julian.

Julian grinned as Ignis sat in his lap, picking at the brown package he'd brought to Julian. The boy looked at the note on the box. "Its from Aunt Willow."

"What did she send you?"

Julian jumped a little in surprise as Harry opened the already cracked door. Ignis gave a soft tune in hello. "Good morning," said Harry.

Julian gave an uneasy smile. "Morning." He shifted the blankets slightly and scratched his arm under his blue pajamas.

"Mrs. Weasley made us breakfast. Are you up to it?"

Julian looked at his package then back to Harry.

Harry frowned at the package. Taking out his wand, he walked over to the bed and began running scanning spells over it. When he finished, Harry smiled. "Bring it with you. I don't see any harm in you opening it while you eat. Just be careful."

The boy grabbed the package as Ignis flew over to perch on Harry's shoulder. When they reached the kitchen, Molly greeted Julian. "Good morning, Julian." She grabbed him and pulled him into a strong hug.

Esan looked at his paternal father who gave him a sympathetic look. Molly released him and rushed him over to the table. She looked at the package Julian sat on the table. "What's this dear?"

"Some things Aunt Willow sent me."

"Matt's mother?" asked Harry. When Julian nodded, he smiled. "Why don't you see what she sent you?"

"Eat first dear! You can look at your things afterward."

Julian frowned and Harry felt his heart leap into his chest slightly. He'd seen such a movement before between Raven and Julian once when the boy had wanted his father's opinion on something. He suddenly felt a terrible fear. It would be a good idea to follow Molly, but at the same time he said Julian could open it at the table.

Then he glanced at Molly who had begun to fix Julian a plate. /A day at a time./ Harry turned to Julian. "Eat at least some of it first. Then you can open it." Julian frowned. "You didn't eat much yesterday, Julian, and whatever your aunt sent you is going to distract you. So at least finish your eggs and toast first."

Losing his frown, Julian nodded and headed toward the table. Harry released a sigh of relief. /Maybe this won't be so bad./

An hour later, Molly entered the kitchen to see Harry and Julian going over Julian's little hovering surf board. The moment Julian had told Harry what it was, the two of them had went deep into a long discussion on flying. This included brooms, flying carpets, and now Julian's surf board.

At the moment, Julian was standing carefully on the board while Harry asked him questions about everything the board could do, precautions put on the board, and how to control it. The two quickly went into discussing what could be added to the board to make it any safer.

Smiling, Molly left the father and son to their work.

Christmas found Harry Potter and his son, back at Hogwarts. Julian was happy to be with his friends, but Harry was happy because Julian was seeking him out more. He found himself hopeful that things between the two of them were no longer very rocky.

They did have their moments though. Julian would still sometimes look at him like he was trying to replace Raven, something that led Harry continually reassure the boy. Harry didn't think it was possible for him to replace Severus in Julian's life.

It usually involved helping and caring for Julian. He'd taken the boy to Diagon Alley with both of them under the disguise of thick winter cloaks. Julian's trousers were beginning to ride up his ankle. The young boy had been uncomfortable shopping with anyone but Raven, but he had slowly gotten used to it and had enjoyed himself.

There were still other things though. Like the fact that Harry was continually trying to get Julian interested in Quidditch. More than once, he'd tried to convince Julian to join the team. The boy practically rebelled anytime he tried, stating that while he absolutely loved to fly, he had no interest in the game. That had actually led to an argument. Thankfully for Harry, it was just a quiet disagreement.

"I don't want to."

"Why not?" asked Harry. "It will be good for you."

/Broccoli is good for me too but I can't stand it./ "What do you mean good for me?"

"Well, it's good for you physically."

Julian stared at him blankly then shook his head. "I'm fine."

Harry nodded. With all the running around Julian did, he knew the boy was perfect fit. "I just thought it would be a good idea. It helped me a lot."

Julian bit his lip. "I understand. I just don't really like it." He didn't like things flying at him which he pretty much figured was part of the game.

"Why not?" asked Harry. It was rather usual for young boy to practically worship Quidditch.

"I just don't."

"You have to have a reason, Julian."

The boy sighed heavily. "I just don't. I don't want to play Quidditch."

"Haven't you and Matthew played before?"

"A couple times. We never really got into it." Julian shrugged.

"Did you play in a group? Maybe you just need the spirit of things."

Julian gave him a suffering look. "We played with some other kids from the village. Matt's big brother and his friends taught us how to play."

"Perhaps you'd like to play with me? Interested?" said Harry.

"Ah...no thanks."

"Why not?"

"I'm just not interested. I don't like playing Quidditch."

"Then what did you and Matt-,"

"We would race a lot. On our feet and on some old brooms. Just anything that came to mind." Harry frowned. Julian grimaced in response. "It's not personal or anything. I just don't want to."

"Julian...I just thought that you would like to share a few interests with me."

"I do! But I'm not you." The boy said it with the air of an adult.

"Julian!" Harry had exclaimed in surprise.

"I know a lot about potions. I have for years but while those are Papa's interests, I don't care for them as much as he does, just like I don't care for Quidditch as much as you do."

Harry had just blinked at Julian for a while before laughing. "Alright." He smiled at the boy. "Would you like to see how fast your board is when the weather agrees?"

Julian brightened.

Harry yawned as he opened the door to his quarters. He'd been awakened to early in the morning by a rather excited Julian. The boy had come bounding into his bedroom to drag him down to the Great Hall where the students that stayed were opening their Christmas presents. It had been Harry's first Christmas as a father and he'd loved it.

Sitting before the fireplace, he smiled, thinking on how happy Julian had been. The boy had looked sad once or twice, obviously thinking about Severus, but he'd enjoyed himself surrounded by his friends.

Harry smiled at the papers and the small box in his hands as he sat down on the couch. Julian had been clueless about what to give him for Christmas so he'd received a box of chocolate frogs and notes on how Julian created his hover board. The boy had shyly suggested that Harry make one so they could race. The Hogwarts professor had been elated.

He sat his gifts from his son and the other professors beside him. "Not a bad day at all," whispered Harry with a huge grin on his face. He paused, wondering if he had time to take a nap. Julian had gone outside with his friends and the other students that had stayed.

Standing from the couch, Harry turned toward the direction of his room only to halt at a noise from his window. He turned to see a large brown owl peck at his window. "Hello there." Harry opened the window and let the owl fly inside.

It was carrying a package. Harry removed it from the creature's claws. The bird hooted before taking off immediately. The former Boy Who Lived frowned, then shrugged. "Wonder what it is?" he asked himself as he opened the small box.

Harry froze. His eyes stared long and hard at the vial in his hand. At first, Potter didn't know what it was but now that he looked closely at the liquid, he thought he could see something. A long thin string. "A pensive?"

With the supposed pensieve still in hand, Harry rushed over to the fireplace. "Albus Dumbledore!" The Headmaster appeared a moment later.

Harry blinked at the Headmaster then hid a grin. Albus blushed. "Is there something I can help you with, my boy?" He step over the chocolate frog he'd been trying to hide. Harry had surprised the old wizard causing him to drop it.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Hiding your stash?"

Albus sighed. A resigned expression was on his face but the twinkle in his eyes were brighter than ever. "Julian keeps finding it. I'm running out of places to hide them." The old man picked up the sweet and hid it within the book.

As Harry shook his head, Albus repeated his question. Harry's expression soured. "Could you come here a moment, Albus? You may want to see this."

Albus nodded and came through the fireplace, worried about the look on Harry's face. However, the minute the Headmaster laid eyes on the vial, his own face matched Harry's.

A few minutes later, Harry deposited the memory into Albus's empty pensive. He watched the string of memory shift through the liquid.

"Ready?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry nodded. He would be the one to view the memory first. After all, it had been sent to him. They had no fears for his safety, thankfully. His gift was nothing but a memory with no charms attached to it.

"I'll be right here when you're are done." Hopefully this would be done before Julian returned and the child began asking questions.

Taking a deep breath, Harry entered the pensive.

Harry released his breath before opening his eyes. He was in a large bedroom. Turning in a circle, he looked around.

There was a table to the side with two chairs. A few books and an empty vial lay on the table. A wardrobe stood on the opposite side of the room beside a door. Since the door was partially cracked, Harry could see that it was a bath. The entire room spoke of elegance and wealth despite it sparse furnishings.

Then he turned to the center of the room. There lay a large King bed with a small night stand beside it. The stand also had a book on it. Black drapes with silver embroidery fell down the sides of the bed. The comforter and sheets were black and silver.

Since the drapes were open, Harry could see the occupant. "Oh Merlin!" He rushed to the side of the bed. It was Severus, Raven.

Severus was lying on his back in the bed. He was clothed in a dark blue robe and was without any footwear. The man was perspiring slightly and squirming. Every few moments, he would whimper and pull at his clothes.

Harry frowned. /What's wrong with him? He looks fine otherwise./ That wasn't exactly true. Sev-Raven looked exhausted. There darkness under his eyes told Harry that much. But from what he understood, Malphas was probably making the wizard's life a living hell.

The Hogwarts professor raised his hand slightly, then dropped. His green eyes stared at Raven solemnly. "We'll get you out of here. I swear."

Harry's head snapped up as the bathroom door opened fully. The wizard glared hatefully at the man that exited. /Malphas./

Malphas was bare of anything but a thin pair of silk pants that hung precariously off of his hips. Had Malphas not been an evil son of a bitch, Harry could see plenty of people enjoying the view. At the moment, Harry just wanted to rip his head off his shoulders.

The man walked smoothly over to Raven who was shivering slightly and still squirming on the bed. The potions master had a frown on his face. Harry's eyes narrowed at Malphas as he stood at the side of the bed, smirking. /What did you do to him? Raven.../

Malphas caressed Raven's cheek and Harry's eyes widened as the older wizard responded positively. Malphas spoke then in a husky voice. "My sweet little Raven. You'll give into me now, won't you?"

Harry gritted his teeth as Malphas ran a hand down Raven's robed body. /I'll kill him! I swear to God I'll tear him apart./ His hands clenched as Raven responded.

Malphas chuckled. "Yes. I do believe you will." The man summoned his wand from the bathroom and whispered a spell. Harry's hand tightened even further.

Raven's clothing disappeared. Julian's father shivered and rolled onto his side to curl into a ball. Malphas removed his pants. "Don't worry, Raven. I'm here."

Harry released a growl that would have scared a full grown werewolf as an aroused Malphas climbed into the bed pulling Raven against him. Raven gasped as Malphas lightly touched his chest and abdomen.

Voldemort called Raven twice and Harry's brow furrowed at how long it took for Severus to answer. The answer also sounded very weak to him. As Malphas questioned Raven, Harry's lips tightened. /He's been drugged./ The he eyed the bastard that was touching Raven so intimately. /But why/

Harry had a sickening feeling that it was Malphas who had sent him the memory as a 'gift'. He also had a feeling what was about to happen. But why drug Severus? It would have played with Harry emotions just as much if the man had taken the potions master forcefully.

He mentally returned to them as Raven made a small noise. Harry seethed with rage as Malphas laid on his back with Raven straddling his hips. The Dark Lord groaned as Severus, who had a somewhat glazed look in his eyes, shifted over Malphas's arousal.

"Touch me, little Raven. Come on." When Raven did nothing, Malphas grew impatient and roughly dragged down the wizard above him. He forced Raven into a brutal kiss causing Harry to rush forward, almost as if to stop them. He stopped quickly near the bed. He knew that because this was a memory, there was nothing he could do. He turned his head in disgust.

Raven pulled away shocked. "Xanthus?" he asked with a confused voice.

Harry nearly broke his neck as his head snapped up to stare wide eyed at Raven. The hazy blue eyes stared down at Malphas, who looked confused. /Oh, God./ Severus's mind had gone back to that one night they'd had together. The night they'd created Julian.

Raising a hand, Harry tried to brush the back of his hand against Raven's cheek. Just as he did it, Malphas laughed. "It's alright, Raven. Come here."

Harry quickly pulled away from the bed and closed his eyes in disgust as Severus leaned down into Malphas's embrace. He moved further away as Raven began moaning softly.

"Yes, sweet Raven. Touch me. Go on," whispered Malphas. Harry turned his back to the bed and stared hard at the door. The sounds behind him gradually got louder. Every few moments, Malphas would whisper instructions. Thankfully, Harry couldn't hear the exact words.

Malphas groaned loudly and the familiar noises behind him told Harry more than he wanted to know about what they were doing. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as Malphas spoke. "Perfect, my Raven. Ugh. Just perfect." For a moment everything was quiet and Harry found himself more than ready to leave when he heard a fumbling noise.

Turning slightly to the side, he managed to see Malphas grab hold of a small round jar. The night stand drawer was open. He tried not to look too hard at the nude figures on the bed.

Raven was now on his back, that drugged look still apparent on his face. Malphas knelt between the dark haired wizard's spread legs. Smirking, Malphas oiled his fingers causing Harry to snarl profanities under his breath but before he could turn again, Malphas oiled Raven's hand also. "Prepare yourself for me, Raven. I'll help you."

"Xanthus..." Raven whispered and Harry's chest tightened as he watched in a sick horror. When Raven slowly moved his hand between his legs, Harry turned sharply and walked toward what had to be the bedroom door. He faced the door with his eyes closed. /That's enough/

Unfortunately, when Harry tried to leave the pensive, he found himself stuck. /Damn/ He cursed the dark wizard behind him. /He planned this. He wants me to stay during all of it./

Raven made a loud sobbing cry. "Xanthus! Xanthus!" Malphas groaned low in his throat.

Harry brought his clenched, shaking hands up to his ears but it did nothing to block out the noise. He instantly dropped them. This entire nightmare reminded him of what his son had gone through. /JUST STOP! I can't take anymore./

"Shh. Hush, Raven." Malphas said, trying to sooth the other man. Voldemort was grunting softly as he spoke and Harry felt his rage building more and more. His mind was slowly coming up with ways to kill Malphas as painfully as possible just as it provided a visual for what was happening behind him.

"YES! Ugh! Such a marvelous creature when you're like this. Isn't he, Mr. Potter?"

Harry gasped and turned swiftly around. The two had turned on the bed, their heads toward him. Malphas was looking right at him, a devious smirk on the bastard's face as he continued raping Severus. The drugged man beneath him just whimpered and pushed his hips back against him, whimpering, "Xanthus," every few moments.

Harry's chest tightened more and more with pain, his anger growing with it. "You'll pay for this, Malphas! You sick, weak, fucking-,"

Malphas's eyes closed and his head flew back as he groaned. Harry dropped his eyes to the rugged floor as the couple on the bed came, Raven's noises ringing loudly in Harry's ears.

Soft noises went through the room. "Sweet, little Raven."

Harry's eyes darted to the bed as Malphas continued to caress the potions master. Severus sighed softly and shifted against the Dark Lord. The older wizard raised a hand and reciprocated Voldemort's touches. "Xanthus," he said, his voice beginning to sound a little more slurred.

"Yes, my Raven?"

"More..."

Malphas laughed as he looked in Harry's direction. "Whatever you want, Raven."

Albus found that he was not overly surprised to see Harry, glowing with angry power, rush from the room. The older man stayed in his position before following the retching to Harry's bathroom.

Harry was leaning heavily against the toilet, tears running down his face as he emptied his stomach. Albus summoned a cloth and dampened it in the sink. When Harry pulled away from the toilet, Albus handed it to him. "Thank you."

"You're quite welcome, child. Now tell me. Are you ready to tell me what you saw?"

Harry gave Albus a heart wrenching look. "Albus...we have got to get him out of there."

TBC

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