Severus watched from the high table as Blake Sun made his way into the Great Hall. The man started at the Gryffindor table as he greeted a few of the younger students. He clipped Potter on the back of the head for being too loud before moving on to the older students. He took a seat next to a couple of the students briefly as he spoke to them about their studies.
Severus had never seen another teacher like him, even if he wasn't a true teacher he still worked with students the same way. He worked through the Hufflepuffs then spent a long time at the Ravenclaw table before making his way to his Slytherins.
Unlike many teachers that would shy away from his snakes. Blake spent the same amount of time as he would for any of the other house. He even decided to have a bit of breakfast with a couple of sixth year students, before clapping his hand on Draco's shoulder. Severus's godson looked up at Blake with a smile and not a hint of a smirk.
Yes, Blake Sun was not like anyone he had ever met and he was sure that the man didn't think of himself as anything different. The man looked up suddenly and locked eyes with Severus and winked, which went straight to through him as Severus smirked back. He could feel Umbridge's stare on his back but he didn't care.
Blake settled himself at the Ravenclaw table with some fifth-year students and one of them pulled out that piece of silver and started animating it. It wasn't up to the standard of what Blake could do but was still impressive. He noticed Minerva watching them closely. She had already had a whine to him about the fact that Blake didn't use transfiguration to animate the silver. Severus was sure that she was just annoyed that she couldn't work out what spell he was using and was too proud to ask. Severus threw a smirk in her direction and her lips thinned.
"He is definitely different," Albus muttered to him, taking the empty seat beside him.
"That he is," Severus agreed.
"Not what I was expecting," The Headmaster continued, his blue eyes locked on the man in question. "I was talking to Minerva and we agree that it would be a good idea to strengthen the wards that Mr Sun recommended, now that Voldemort has come back to power."
"What changed your mind?" Severus asked softly.
The headmaster's head tilted towards Blake.
"He did," The Headmaster responded. "I'll ask him after his meeting with Mr Dracka, to see if he is willing to strengthen them. I'll need your help as well."
"Of course, Albus." Severus replied.
Albus clapped Severus on the shoulder and moved back to his assigned seat. Severus looked back down at Blake as he showed the fifth year Ravenclaw how to work with a piece of gold now that he had mastered the silver. A few other students from other houses moved over to watch, a sight that was very rarely seen outside of the classroom. Yes, Blake Sun was a very different man to what the wizarding world was used to.
xXx
Harry placed his bag on the ground of the Paris International Portkey Platform as he waited for Ry and Severus to appear. A couple of minutes later Severus then Ry appeared in front of him and Severus gave Ry a shove towards Harry.
"Trouble?" Harry asked sweetly.
Severus muttered something under his breath as Ry smiled up at him innocently.
"Nothing," Ry said smartly.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but let it slide.
"Come on then," Harry announced.
He led the way to the apparation zone of the Platform. Harry could hear Severus and Ry hissing between each other but couldn't make out the words, so he just ignored them. Once he was in the apparation zone he grabbed each of his boys and they disappeared.
Harry stumbled slightly as they landed and Ry and Severus held him up. A look passing between the two. Harry steadied himself and placed his cane on the ground and they made their way up a familiar path through the village towards the mansion in the distance. Ry looked around in curiosity but then pulled back to Harry's side when the locals started staring.
"Why are they staring?" Ry whispered.
"Because they like to be creepy," Harry replied, making Severus snort.
"Dad!" Ry admonition.
"This village is home to a magical creature known as Shakas," Harry replied.
Severus sucked in a breath.
"Shakas?" Ry questioned, looking around. "They look human."
"They mostly are," Harry replied. "Their tears are used in a few potions, which they are hunted for."
"Really?"
"Yes," Harry answered. "I was called in to ward the village over ten years ago."
"Why do they stare then?" Ry asked quietly.
"Because they don't trust us," Harry retorted.
"But you-"
"There was a misunderstanding," Harry cut across Ry, as they stepped up to the main gates of the mansion.
Ry and Severus started when the hellhounds came running towards the gate, barking and snarling. Harry placed his hand on Severus's arm and pushed his wand down.
"Put it away," Harry whispered.
A tall dark-haired man made his way down the lawn, as the hellhounds milled around the gate. Their red eyes flashing and teeth bared.
"Have you come with an answer, Sun?" Dracka asked as he reached the gate.
"Yes," Harry nodded. "Do we have safe passage?"
"Yes," Dracka replied and looked Severus and Ry over and Harry tensed. "You and your companions have protection while on this soil."
Harry felt Ry shiver beside him as the spell settled around them.
"Thank you."
Dracka just glared at Harry for a few minutes before opening the gate. Severus tensed beside him and Harry grabbed his arm in comfort before stepping forward. The hellhounds stepped back but stayed close. Dracka turned on his heels, his black coat flaring out around him before striding back towards the mansion. The hellhounds close on his heels.
"What's his problem?" Ry hissed.
"I killed his brother," Harry answered, making Ry gasp and Severus pale.
Harry limped towards the mansion saying no more on the matter. When they reached the main hall, it was packed. Light creatures, dark creatures, wizards, witches and everything in between took up every space around the huge room. Ry pulled in close to Harry and even Severus moved close to him as they walked up the middle of the room to the high table.
Harry bowed to the Council members with Severus and Ry following his lead.
"The Council welcomes you," Dracka intoned.
"Thank you," Harry replied. "My companions Severus Snape and Harry Potter."
"Rolf Dracka," The dark haired man in the middle introduced. "Sam Shifta, Gorge Folt, Broxon Silver and Frank Ace."
Dracka introduced the men to his left, each one nodding at their name.
"And Gert Filler, Sally Pearson and Millie Grower." Dracka finished, introducing the women to his right.
Harry nodded at the men and women along the board, feeling the eyes of the people around him.
"I agree with the terms of the Treaty," Harry said loudly, making his voice heard all around the room. "For a period of two years, with an option to extend every ten years after that."
A roar of voices called out around him. Harry stood tall as his eyes locked on the high table.
"Silence!" Dracka called and the noise of the hall dropped. "That was not part of the terms, Sun!"
"The goblins of Gringotts would not agree to anything else," Harry replied calmly as the whispers started up around him. "Harry Potter is also underage so he falls under my protection before he can make his own decision in two years' time."
"The goblins agreed?" Sally asked, her black ears twitching.
"They do," Harry agreed. "As do many more of my contacts."
"Please give us a few minutes?" Broxon Silver asked.
"Take all the time you need," Harry replied.
The man nodded and a silencing charm came up around the high table.
"Goblins?" Severus hissed at him, looking pale.
Harry nodded. "Took me a whole day, but they will back me."
"How in hell did you get them to agree with this?" Severus asked gobsmacked.
"Must have been my charms and good looks," Harry smirked.
Ry gagged next to him and Harry swiped the back of his head, gently.
"We have come to an agreement," Dracka announced, pulling Harry's attention back to him. "We agree with the terms you have given us for the Treaty."
Harry grinned up at the high table and stepped forward. Dracka moved around the table to stand in front of him and looked down his nose at the wizard. He pulled a steel knife from his pocket and sliced into his palm. He hesitated slightly before passing the knife to Harry.
Harry took the knife in his right hand and passed the blade across his left, cutting deep enough to draw blood. He clasped hands with Dracka, magic swirling around the two men. Dracka grinned, showing off his fangs as the magic settled on them.
"Mote it be," Harry intoned.
"Mote it be," Dracka agreed, then released Harry's hand.
The cut was nowhere to be seen as the room erupted into noise.
"You are still not forgiven," Dracka hissed.
Harry nodded in agreement.
"I understand." Harry whispered.
"But I can work with you," Dracka said reluctantly.
"I'm a joy to work with," Harry replied with a grin. "You'll be back to loathing me with a passion in no time."
Dracka barked a laugh, before turning back to the room.
"So mote it be," He called and the room mirrored his words.
Harry stepped back with Severus and Ry and grabbed the boy's hand.
"Let's go home," Harry muttered. "I need a drink."
"Dad!" Ry squeaked, to Severus's amusement.
xXx
Harry stood with the other Heads of Houses and the Headmaster on the grounds of Hogwarts. He had a couple of bars of gold in front of him on the lawn as the teachers looked on in interest.
"So," Harry said. He slipped out of his shoes and jacket as he looked around at the teachers. "Headmaster, please move back a couple of meters in front of me. Severus and Minerva please step to the right. Pomone and Filius move to the left. If you could stand in a rough circle I can get started."
Harry took a seat on the grass in front of the bars of gold and placed a silver knife beside them. A few students milled around and the teachers looked around unsure.
"Should we move the students back?" Professor McGonagall questioned.
"No," Harry replied. "They are part of Hogwarts as well."
The woman frowned and glanced over at the Headmaster but he just smiled at her, much to the woman's frustration. A few more students started to gather. Harry ignored them as he took a gold bar in his hand and with a whispered spell the bar split into four even parts before him. He took two of the bars and placed them to the top and the bottom of the four smaller pieces of gold. The other two bars to the sides so that they circled the smaller one.
"How much are those worth?" Severus asked, looking down at the gold bars.
Harry grinned up at him.
"Do you really want to know?" Harry remarked with a glint in his eyes.
"Did they come out of the school budget?" Professor McGonagall questioned, her lips thinned.
"Nope," Harry said mildly.
"Blake has kindly donated them," The Headmaster answered.
Harry grinned up at the teachers around him.
"I'm sure the Potters would be happy with the donation." Harry commented with a wink.
Severus snorted before looking at the students gathered around them. Harry pulled himself to his feet with the help of his cane and stepped over the gold bars so that they were behind him.
"Okay, Ready?" Harry asked.
The teachers nodded a little nervously.
"Headmaster," Harry began. "I will be using dark magic as well as light, so just a warning."
Minerva's lips thinned even more and Severus was sure that she was close to snapping.
"Do what you must, my boy." Albus said with a smile.
Harry looked around at the students watching.
"Any student watching please stay back at least five meters," Harry called out. "I'm sure one of the teachers here would be happy to give a detention to any student that would disregard that order."
Severus smirked and the students moved back.
"If I call out your house I want you to call out 'so mote it be' with your Head of House." Harry said, looking around. "Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Harry stepped back over the gold bars as everyone agreed. He took a seat on the grass again and closed his eyes as he cast his mind out to the wards under his feet and above his head. He picked them up with his mind as he focused on them. He held his wards lightly with his cherry wand in his left hand and the dark wand in his right.
Many of the teachers and students had never seen someone working with two wands before. Even, Severus was amazed by the way that the wizard before him could work with so much magic at one time.
Harry was oblivious to all of this as he cast his mind out and become a part of the wards as the castle woke up. He could feel the students and other teachers moving around, living their lives as he grounded himself to the earth under him. He felt the castle start to take an interest as she realised what he was doing and felt the magic of the castle brush against his mind. He gently touched that strand of magic.
Most people would have gone mad at that first touch but Harry had hundreds of years of skills working with strong magic under his belt as he looked into the wards carefully. Picking up the protection wards and the castle wards. With a whisper he had the full gold bars melting on the ground before him.
The teachers and students watched as the full gold bars just melted, leaving the four smaller pieces and slowly moved together into one piece. The mound of gold started to change shape and a small line of gold moved away like a wire reeling out along the ground. It moved away from Harry and behind the teachers until it lopped around them in a circle at their backs. Once the gold looped back on itself, it thickened, then stilled.
"Praesidio," Harry whispered and the gold circle flared to life.
Harry carefully moved to his feet with the silver knife in his hand. Both of his wands held in the other hand. He looked up with slightly glowing green eyes and the teachers shifted nervously. Harry placed his wands away and held his hand out and a piece of gold flew up to him. With a muttered spell the gold twisted into the shape of a snake on his palm, its gold eyes shining in the sun as the snake moved and reared its head up.
Harry limped to Severus and stepped in front of him. Severus shivered slightly as Harry's eyes locked with him.
"Do you stand for the Slytherin house?" Harry asked softly.
"Yes," Severus replied.
Harry held the knife out to him, hilt first and Severus took it in his hand.
"Please cut your palm and let a drop of blood fall onto the ground then hold your palm up," Harry requested softly as he held onto the magic of Hogwarts.
Severus did as asked, watching the drop of blood fall before turning his palm up the other way and passed the knife back with the other. Harry let the snake in his hand fall to Severus's palm.
"Do the members of Slytherin house agree to the terms of the school of Hogwarts, if so please call out. 'So mote it be'," Harry called loudly.
"So mote it be," Severus muttered as members of his house echoed his words and the snake in his palm curled up and stilled.
Harry nodded and moved to Minerva and looked at her. The woman met his eyes. Harry called the next piece of gold into his hand and the gold twisted into the shape of a golden griffin.
"Do you stand for the house of Gryffindor?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Minerva replied.
Harry held the knife out to her, the blade clean, the woman took it in her hand and cut into her palm and let a drop of blood fall to the ground before passing it back. She held her hand out, palm up. Harry let the gold griffin fall into her hand.
"Do the members of Gryffindor house agree to the terms of the school of Hogwarts, if so please call out?"
"So mote it be," Minerva chanted softly, her words echoed by her students.
Harry nodded and moved passed the Headmaster to Professor Sprout. The next piece of gold flew into his hand and shifted into the form of a badger. Harry held out the knife and the woman cut her palm allowing her blood to fall to the ground before passing the knife back. She held her hand up for the badger.
"Do you stand for the house of Hufflepuff?" Harry asked softly.
"Yes," The small woman replied and Harry let the badger fall into her palm.
"Do the members of Hufflepuff agree to the terms of the school of Hogwarts, if so please call out." Harry called.
The magic was starting to burn in his veins as it built up. He clenched his hand around the knife in his hand to stop it shaking.
"So mote it be."
Harry moved to Professor Flitwick and held out the knife, the man hesitated. Harry waited without moving any closer, holding the magic. The other teachers shifted and Severus grew concerned. Albus went to step forward but Harry held up a hand to the man as he held the knife out to the small man.
Harry gritted his teeth as the magic burned in his system. The short man slowly reached out and grabbed the silver knife but didn't cut his hand.
"Do you stand for the house of Ravenclaw?" Harry questioned, his voice wavering slightly.
"I do," The small man said. "But I will not bleed on this ground."
Harry bowed his head as the ground under his feet groaned. The others looked around in concern. Harry held his hand out for the knife and Flitwick passed it back.
"Will you allow me to stand in your place in your offering?" Harry whispered.
"I do," Flitwick agreed.
Harry cut his palm and allowed a drop of his blood to fall to the ground. He held his hand up and the piece of gold flew into his palm and changed into the shape of a raven. Harry held his hand out and Flitwick held out his palm under his and Harry let the piece of gold, as well as his blood, to fall onto the man's hand.
"Do the members of Ravenclaw agree to the terms of the school of Hogwarts, if so please call out," Harry said softly, locking his eyes with Flitwick's.
"So mote it be," The man whispered, his house echoing his words.
Harry held the man's eyes for a few seconds more before turning to Albus. He limped over to the man. Blue eyes met glowing green easily.
"Do you stand for Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"I do." The Headmaster said strongly.
Harry held out the knife, the Headmaster took it and cut his palm letting his blood drop. The ground hummed as the blood landed on the ground, the Headmaster went to pass the knife back but Harry stepped back.
Harry moved back to the place he had started at and sat back down. He picked up the four strands of magic and the link with the Headmaster and twisted them together before tying them down into the earth. The gold line sunk into the earth behind them as the gold creatures rose into the air before disappearing. Harry channelled his magic into the ground and stones around him. Dark magic mingling with light as the blood soaked into the grass.
"So mote it be," Harry whispered and released the wards.
Everything was silent and Harry opened his eyes. Severus was relieved that they were back to their normal pale green.
"Thank you everyone," Harry told the group. "That's it."
Flitwick looked around nervously but Harry just nodded at the man and the short man nodded back before he moved off. Severus looked after the man with a frown as he looked down at Harry.
"Well done, Mr Sun." The Headmaster congratulated as he held the silver knife out.
Harry looked at the knife for a couple of seconds before taking the hilt and placing it on the ground next to him. He leaned back on his hands and stretched his legs out.
"That was great, Dad!" Ry cried as he rushed over taking a seat next to his father.
Severus looked down at the two before with a sigh. He sat down on the grass with the other two, much to the Potters amusement. He looked down at his hand, seeing no evidence of the cut he'd made before looking. Harry gave him a grin and a wink when he looked at him.
"When you use blood correctly in rituals or spell work," Harry explained. "It will heal the cuts as the magic settles. In this case, cuts made with silver heals cleaner. I don't know why."
"And if you don't use it correctly?" Severus asked.
"It won't heal it," Harry said shortly, his eye catching on the scar on the inside of his elbow.
"What is going on here!?"
Everyone looked over and groaned as a whirlwind of pink came rushing towards them. Harry sighed and looked up at the Headmaster.
"Your turn Headmaster," Harry told the man. "I've done my part."
Ry and Severus huffed as a laugh as the Headmaster sighed. He moved towards the woman.
"Dolores, my dear." The Headmaster cried with a smile as he took the woman's arm in his as he moved her away.
"I think I got off easy," Harry muttered.
Severus snorted.
"What was the deal with Professor Flitwick?" Ry asked.
"Ah, yeah." Harry muttered and ran a hand over his head. "I forgot."
"And what would that have been?" Severus drawled.
Harry's eyes flicked to Ry.
"Um," Harry said softly. "You can't tell anyone, understand?"
Severus and Ry nodded.
"He has light creature blood in his veins," Harry explained. "I forgot. It would have thrown the ritual off, if he'd added his blood to the spell. The good thing is that he is a charms Professor and knew that. It would have been a lot harder to hold the wards with his magic added to the mix but I would have been able to handle it. I forgot to talk to the man beforehand."
Ry just gaped at him as Severus snorted.
xXx
Harry looked up, startled as Neville Longbottom cashed through his door out of breath.
"Neville!" Harry cried, rushing across the room and kneeling down beside the boy.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"Ry," The boy gasped, gulping in air. "Was screaming in his sleep!"
"Just take a few breaths," Harry crooned as he rubbed the boy's back calmly. "Just calm down."
"He said he saw a snake and then he threw up," Neville gasped.
Harry stood up straight as he felt a chill.
"You stay here and calm down Mr Longbottom." Harry ordered softly.
"No," The boy yelped, jumping to his feet. "I mean sir. I'm coming with you."
Harry grinned and moved to his office and to the picture at the back of the room. Neville looked on as Harry pushed open the picture and stepped through. Neville gasped as he found himself at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the Gryffindor common room.
"Wow," Neville gasped as Harry closed the portrait behind him and hurried up the stairs.
"Password, Mr Longbottom?" Harry asked softly.
"Grumble bum," Neville said to the portrait of the fat lady.
"Thank you, Mr Longbottom." Harry said stepping through. "Could you wake Professor McGonagall please?"
Neville nodded and ran off. Harry made his way up to his son's dorm room. He opened the door to find his son throwing up on the floor with Ron looking very pale. While Dean and Seamus standing over in the corner of the room whispering. Everything went silent as Harry entered the room and made his way over to his son.
He banished the vomit and conjured up a cup of water and placed it on the bedside table, before pulling a bowl from the air and placing it in his son's lap. He pushed Ry back in the bed and spoke calmly to him as he rubbed his shoulder soothingly.
"Dad?" Ry whispered, looking up at him with bright green eyes.
"Sh," Harry cooed. "It's okay, you're safe."
McGonagall entered the room and shooed, Dean and Seamus out. Leaving Ry, Harry and Ron in the room.
"Is he okay?" McGonagall asked Harry softly.
Harry ran his hand over the boy's back as he threw up again.
"I'm not sure," Harry replied as he turned to Ron. "Did he say anything to you?"
"He said something about my father being attacked by a snake," Ron recounted, his voice shaking. "Was it a nightmare?"
"No," Ry gasped. "I saw it!"
"Through the scar Ry?" Harry asked.
He pushed the boy's hair back from the curse scar, it was bright red and swollen. McGonagall gasped, her hand covering her mouth with wide eyes.
"I'll get the Headmaster." The woman whispered.
"Thank you, Minerva." Harry said, relieved he wouldn't have to climb all those stairs.
"Dad," Ry gasped. "You have to believe me, I saw Mr Weasley get attacked."
"Sh," Harry smoothed. "I believe you."
Harry turned to the very pale Ron. He reached out a hand and grasped the boy's arm. Ron startled at the touch and looked at him with wide eyes.
"It's okay Mr Weasley," Harry said softly. "We'll get this all sorted out."
"But my dad," Ron whispered.
"The Headmaster will take care of it," Harry replied.
"I will indeed, Mr Sun." The Headmaster announced as he entered the dorm room. "I already have people checking up on your father as we speak."
Ron nodded numbly and sat on the edge of his bed.
"You believe me," Ry said in a small voice.
"Of course, Ry." Harry cooed and showed the Headmaster Ry's curse scar.
The Headmaster nodded in agreement.
"Mr Weasley, please come with me." Albus ordered softly. "Blake, can you look after your son?"
"Yes, Headmaster." Harry replied. He could already see that the boy's eyes were closing. "Thank you."
"I'm sorry Ron," Ry whispered to the red headed child.
Ron nodded and followed the Headmaster out of the room. McGonagall looked around the dorm room and cast a quick spell to clear the air and vomit in the bowl Ry held. Harry gave her a nod in thanks.
"I'll send the boys back in," McGonagall said quietly.
"Thank you Minerva," Harry whispered, stroking Ry's hair.
Dean, Seamus and Neville re-entered the room quietly. Neville came straight up to Ry and Harry.
"Are you okay Ry?" Neville asked.
"Yes, Neville." Ry replied tiredly.
"Please go to your beds, boys." Harry ordered.
Harry passed Ry a sleeping draught and watched as Ry drank it down and settled in for the night. He placed the bowl on the boy's bedside table before closing the curtains around the bed. He stood up and looked around the dorm room, memories of his own time in this room assaulting him.
"Will he be okay?" Neville asked in a small voice.
Harry looked over at the blonde haired child. He could have easily been the boy who lived, Harry thought as he moved over to the boy.
"He should be," Harry replied. "Could you keep an eye on him and Ron for me please?"
"Yes, sir." Neville nodded nervously. "They are my friends."
"Thank you, Mr Longbottom."
There was nothing else he could do now. The Headmaster would take care of everything. He would have to talk to Ry in the morning, he thought as limped slowly back to his rooms, his thoughts troubled.
xXx
"So Dark Mark."
Severus's started at Harry's words like he had been jolted with electricity.
"What?" Severus asked dumbly then snapped his month closed.
"Your Dark Mark," Harry clarified.
They were sitting in Harry's rooms with the radio playing lightly in the background as they worked on their different projects.
"Yes?" Severus asked, looking uncomfortable.
"Has he called you?" Harry asked, sitting forward in his chair.
"Yes," Severus replied slowly. "I haven't answered as you told me before his rise to power."
Harry nodded. "Can I have a look?"
Severus smirked and got to his feet. He removed his robes and rolled up the left sleeve of his long-sleeved shirt. Harry stood and limped over to the man, taking his arm in his hands. The snake in the skull hissed silently at him its red eyes blazing. The black of the snake and skull as dark as pitch.
"Is it as dark as it was when he was in power before?" Harry asked, running a finger down his forearm and feeling the ridges of the tattoo.
"Yes," Severus replied shortly.
Harry placed his hand over the mark and could feel the tattoo moving under his palm. The darkness from the spell, leaking slightly out around his fingers. He could feel the link to the Dark Lord under his hand, the spell now complete.
"It's an interesting spell," Harry remarked, absentmindedly.
"I wouldn't call it that," Severus said sourly.
"Do you know another Death Eater that you trust?" Harry questioned. "Someone that wants out?"
Severus thought about it before saying, "I have someone in mind, why?"
"I may be able to break the link with the Dark Lord in the mark if I had two sources to draw on," Harry explained, stepping back from Severus.
The Slytherin looked up at Harry with glinting black eyes.
"What?" Harry uttered.
Severus chuckled low in his throat, making Harry shiver.
"What?" Harry repeated.
"You are one of a kind," Severus said smoothly.
"Of course I am," Harry said with a grin. "I'm Blake Sun!"
Severus grabbed the other man and backed him up to the lounge until the back of Harry's knees hit the edge. He fell back onto it with a grunt. Severus looked down at him before following him down with his knees on either side of the man. He dipped forward and took Harry into a kiss as his hands slipped up his shirt.
"That you are," Severus murmured into his neck, making Harry shiver.
"God," Harry gasped. "I love your voice."
Severus pulled back and looked down into Harry's pale green eyes and gave him a grin. Severus ran his hands under the man's shirt and slowly pulled it up. Harry raised his arms letting Severus take the shirt off. Severus ran his fingers over the scar on his right side from Draco stabbing him. Harry shivered at the contact as Severus gently ran his fingers over his chest. He reached forward and tugged at Severus's shirt.
"No fair you know," Harry muttered.
Severus just smirked and kissed his neck as Harry laid back on the lounge allowing the other man to set the pace. When he felt Severus's fingers working on his belt he opened his eyes to look up at him. The look in Severus's eyes stole his breath. There was a raw look on his face and Harry quirked a smile.
xXx
Missing scene due to rating. Full story can be found on my AO3 account under the pen name black_blade.
xXx
He felt Severus settle down on his lap, running his hands down his sides as he cracked an eye open to look up at him.
"I feel under dressed," Harry whispered.
"Ha," Severus barked a laugh and used his wand to clean them up.
Severus stood up and dropped his slacks to the floor.
"Better?" Severus asked with a smirk.
"Much," Harry replied, looking the man over.
Severus kicked his shoes off before holding a hand out to Harry. Harry took the hand and Severus pulled him to his feet.
"Bedroom?" Severus suggested.
"Bedroom," Harry agreed.
xXx
Ry was surprised to see his father waiting with Snape at his next Occlumency lesson down in the dungeons.
"Dad?" Ry asked as he shut the door behind him. "What are you doing here?"
"You've been having visions," His father stated, making Ry feel guilty. "And your Occlumency lessons are not working."
"I've been trying!" Ry yelped, glaring over at Snape.
Snape just looked back at him blandly, his black eyes unreadable. He looked back at his father who just sighed.
"I know Ry," Blake said softly. "We think your mind is just not suited to this kind of magic."
"Or you are letting the Dark Lord into your mind," Snape said darkly.
"I am not!" Ry snapped at Snape. "I've been working hard!"
"Just hear us out, Ry." Blake cut in, stepping between the two.
Snape sneered and looked away from Ry.
"Severus has seen memories in your head he is concerned about," His father explained. "Which makes me concerned."
Ry looked away from his father. Blake moved forward and tilted his chin up until he had to look his father in the eye.
"I'm sorry," Ry whispered.
His father smiled sadly and clasped a hand on his shoulder.
"The Dark Lord is trying to get into your mind, Potter." Snape snapped. "He is sending you visions, they are not real."
"But what about the vision of Mr Weasley?" Ry countered with a glare. "That was real!"
"You have a connection to the Dark Lord, Ry." His father explained and Ry could see a lecture coming. "That connection was made with the murder of your mother."
Ry flinched at the words, his father didn't sugar coat his words or hold back when he explained something. Ry noticed that Snape had paled at Blake's words as well.
"It's a link that runs deep since it was made with a death and blood," Blake continued as he looked at the floor. "It was not meant to happen. The link between you and the Dark Lord was unintentional which both makes it weaker and stronger at the same time."
"Is that why I can feel what he feels?" Ry whispered.
"In part yes," His father replied, not looking up. "It is also why it is harder for you to tell the difference between a real vision and a fake one. He is now aware of the link Ry and he will use it against you."
His father looked up, his eyes cold as they looked at him. Ry could see the anger there as well but he knew it wasn't directed at him.
"That vision of Mr Weasley was not meant to get through to you," Blake explained before he looked away from Ry. "What are these memories that he is sending you?"
Blake focused his eyes back on his son and Ry looked down at his shoes.
"They are about the Department of Mysteries." Ry muttered softly
"The Department of Mysteries?" Blake asked with a frown. "He must be after the prophecy."
"What prophecy?" Ry asked.
Blake looked up at him and Ry shivered at the look in his eyes.
"There was a prophecy made a long time ago." Blake explained quietly
"About me?" Ry asked softly.
"Not everything is about you Potter!" Snape snorted.
Blake elbowed the other man in the ribs, which Ry smirked at.
"The prophecy could have been about two children," Blake stated, ignoring Snape behind him. "Neville Longbottom or yourself. That was why your parents went into hiding. The Dark Lord must be after the prophecy."
"We have to stop him!" Ry cried.
"I have the prophecy, Ry." Blake said calmly. "What we need to do now is stop the Dark Lord from getting into your mind."
"You have it?" Ry gasped, feeling slightly betrayed.
His father nodded and said, "You are welcome to view it?"
"Really?" Ry asked hopeful.
"Of course," Blake said with a smile and placed his hand on Ry's shoulder. "To tell you the truth, it slipped my mind that I had it. It might be a better idea to view it after we have worked out how to keep the Dark Lord from your mind."
"This connection," Ry said softly. "You can't break it?"
His father looked at him with unreadable eyes as he held himself still. Ry felt a ball of coldness in his stomach.
"No," His father said shortly.
Silence fell around the office and Ry shifted slightly at the look in his father's eyes as he looked him over.
"Now about your lesson," Blake said, standing up straighter.
Ry groaned.
xXx
Harry leaned against the wall in Severus's office and watched again as his son fell to Severus's spell. He had to stop himself from stepping forward and shielding him from the spell.
"Okay stop," Harry called and Severus lifted his wand.
Ry stayed on the floor, breathing heavily.
"This is not working," Harry muttered, it seemed his son had even worse barriers in his mind than Harry did at his age. "Why is this not working?"
"He is not clearing his mind," Severus spat, frustrated at the lack of advancement.
"I am too!" Ry cried, jumping to his feet with his eyes blazing green.
"Then you should be able to stop me!" Severus yelled.
Ry and Severus stood toe to toe. They glared at each other while Harry just sighed and he rubbed a hand down his face.
"All you have said is 'clear my mind!'"
"Which you can't even master!"
"That's not instructions!"
"Legilimens!" Severus hissed.
"Oh, god." Harry shook his head, knowing this couldn't end well.
Both men froze and Harry watched in fascination. He could feel the spell move to Ry then suddenly it flared back at Severus then both men were stumbling back from each other. Harry stood up straight as Ry looked up at his Professor with wide green eyes.
"I-" Ry started.
"Get out!" Severus shouted.
"That was my-"
"Out!"
"My father-"
"Stop!" Harry shouted and both men turned to him having forgotten he was standing there. "What just happened?"
"I saw inside his head," Ry said softly. "My father was being nasty."
"You father was nasty," Severus spat.
"I never knew him!" Ry cried.
Harry shook his head as they started up again.
"Enough!" Harry shouted as he hit the floor with his cane, causing a loud bang.
His son and lover froze in place, nose to nose. They turned slowly to look over at him.
"Stop acting like children!" Harry snapped sternly, limping towards the two and they both recoiled back. "This is more important than how nasty James Potter was or you were Severus! The man is long dead and buried!"
Ry flinched back at the words and Harry sighed and pinched his nose.
"What I am trying to say is that whatever you just did, Ry." Harry explained. "It worked."
"I-I'm not sure what I did," Ry stuttered. "I was just so angry!"
Ry glared at Snape who glared back. Harry could feel a headache coming on.
"Can strong emotions create a barrier?" Harry asked Severus, with a frown.
"The theory is there," Severus agreed, reluctantly.
Harry sighed.
"Okay Ry," Harry said. "Maybe we should call this a night?"
Ry nodded and quickly grabbed his bag then gave Harry a hug before dashing out of the office. Harry leaned back against the table behind him with a frown. Severus moved to stand in front of him.
"Will it be enough?" Harry asked, looking up at Severus.
"To shield his mind?" Severus asked with a frown.
"To keep him alive?" Harry clarified, his heart clenching in his chest.
Severus stepped forward until their legs touched. He gently placed his fingers under Harry's chin and tilted his head up. They locked eyes.
"We can only try," Severus whispered.
"I can't lose him, Severus." Harry said softly.
Severus gathered him up in a hug and Harry let his head rest against the man's chest, taking in the comfort. Severus didn't bother saying any empty promises just gave what comfort he could to the other man.