SEQUEL of A wise man once said
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warnings;
HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP
BLOOD, GORE (NOT TOO MUCH)
ANGST
SOME RELIGIOUS VIEWPOINTS (NOT NECESSARILY MINE, AND NOT MEANT TO CONVINCE ANYONE OF ANYTHING)
right, I think that about covers it, love you all!
Mistress Slytherin
-5-
Harry sighed as Severus slipped in beside him. This time, when he reached out, Severus didn't shy away from him. Hesitantly the man leaned over him and with a hitch in his breath he leaned forward, dark eyes glittering before they slipped shut and lips met. It was tender, a clinging lingering kiss that was simply there for a moment, suspended between them to remind them that they were there. Severus was the one to deepen it, he was gentle coaxing and Harry nearly wept from the emotion playing about in dark eyes when eyelids parted slightly. Their gaze was reverent, and begging a question that Harry couldn't hope to answer. But he found that he didn't have to. Severus leaned in again and this time the kiss turned hungry, Harry could hear Severus inhale deeply his hands tangling in his hair as he trembled. Harry wound his arms around Severus and kissed back with equal passion his hands tracing scars and lingering where they slid until Severus ground down and a moan escaped both of them. Severus kissed him desperately then letting out a small sound as Harry surrendered and returned the kisses with passion and love his eyes leaking tears as his entire body seemed to scream for more.
"I love you Harry." Severus whispered against his lips before whispering a spell that opened him up and made him slick. Fingers entwined with his and Harry gasped for breath.
"Severus!" he breathed begging the man with his eyes.
"Say it? Please Harry I want to hear it from you every day for the rest of our lives I'll never tire of hearing it please!" Severus breathed groaning when their arousals brushed against each other accidentally.
"I love you Severus, Merlin I love you, I will always love you- please Sev- I need-!" Severus kissed him again before shifting his breath halting audibly in his throat as he brushed Harry's entrance before slowly breathlessly easing his way in. It was perfect, it was everything Harry had ever needed, it was everything he could possibly want and more. The intensity, the rawness of it all brought tears to his eyes and when he looked up he saw that Severus was the same. Severus squeezed his hand tightly in understanding before slowly beginning to move. It felt like Harry was breaking apart, as though everything he'd ever felt was being healed and he knew that this was where he belonged. The passion was there like an indelible force pushing them and making it impossible to think past the pleasure and the ache and the intimacy of it. Harry never wanted to let go, he knew that having this once would never be enough. The slide and glide of nerves and tense longing built quickly and soon Severus was gasping in his ear and he couldn't help the sounds that escaped him as he clung tightly to the man kissing him for all he was worth and finding himself higher and higher closer and closer until he was there clinging to Severus as they came a litany of unintelligible words escaping him as he went taught. He could feel the man inside him scalding, burning as he finished his body holding Harry so tightly that he could hardly breathe but it was fine Harry noted dizzily. He'd forgotten to breathe a while ago. He sank into another kiss and held Severus close.
This…this…
He was never letting this go again…
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"I'm almost jealous." Severus murmured as Harry fit the small buttons into place. Harry hummed and tilted his neck to the side as strong arms came around him and lips found his neck over the high collar of his robes.
"I still don't know why they need me there." Harry said turning into Severus and holding him tightly.
"They know you had something to do with it, you had to have, Longbottom was doing too well until you took him down several pegs." Severus drawled.
"If only all dark lords could be destroyed with a few well chosen words." Harry said with a sigh. Severus gazed down at him concern evident in his eyes.
"Are you certain you don't want me to go with you?" He asked his lips drawn into a thin line. Harry smiled sadly and shook his head.
"It has to be me, that is what she wanted in the end." He said softly.
"Surely she will have figured out that you know." Severus said frowning.
"No, she would have anticipated this happening with Neville all along." Harry said shaking his head.
"He stopped listening to her advice and it effectively blew up in his face the way we expected it to but she would have noticed that it happened only after talking with us." Severus said frowning.
"She's clever not omniscient." Harry said wryly. "Honestly I don't know what to expect when I see her, we haven't spoken in so long, I don't know who she is any more." He said sadly.
"She's sick Harry; you can't blame yourself for this." Severus said pressing a kiss to his forehead. Harry smiled and relaxed into Severus' hold.
"Maybe." He said softly before sighing.
"Don't do anything foolish Harry." Severus said softly before brushing their lips together and stepping away. Harry smiled. It was hard for Severus, he wasn't used to casual relationships like this but there was a draw between them that was impossible to ignore. They needed those small touches, and long kisses.
"I love you Severus." Harry said smiling softly. Severus paused by the door and a familiar look of awe and love crossed his features as he glanced back at him.
"And I love you." He said twin spots appearing on his cheek bones.
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Harry stepped into the court room and heard the room fall silent in respect. Really it was a bit much, he hadn't even done anything this time but he supposed they would assume what they wanted either way, even without some glorious battle.
"Harry, please! Harry I didn't mean it!" Neville started straining against the chains.
"I have nothing left to say to you Neville." Harry said softly. "You've done this to yourself." He said shaking his head.
"No! No Harry you don't understand it was mppmh-!" Harry whirled sharply and watched with horror as Neville's tongue swelled out of his mouth while he gestured wildly. The guards sprang forward calling for a medic but it was no use, Harry knew that spell. He rushed towards Neville and grasped his hand when panicked eyes turned towards him.
"I'm sorry Neville, I'm so sorry." He whispered as Neville's lips turned purple and his eyes bulged. Neville squeezed his hand and tears leaked from his eyes before they turned glassy and then went dull. Harry stared down at Neville with numb tired resignation before standing and turning to the crowd. She was clutching the banister a look of bitter coldness in her eyes a tightness around her mouth.
"Well, I suppose that ends this court session, time of death?" Madam Bones, as prim as ever demanded.
"I'm afraid that it isn't over yet." Harry said softly. The room fell silent and all eyes turned to him. Hermione paled but her lips pulled into a sneer.
"You should have been the one to die Harry. We gave up everything for you Ron and I." She said gripping the banister.
"Yes, perhaps you're right." Harry agreed.
"NO!" She screeched. "You can't pull that Harry James Potter! You can't get all sad and agreeable now! Not after everything!"
"You wanted me to suffer." Harry said softly.
"YES!" Harry nearly flinched. That hurt. "I wanted you to suffer to lose everything the way I lost everything! You kill everything you touch Harry! You don't care who goes down along the way as long as you catch the bad guy!"
"You drugged Ginny." Harry said softly.
"Yes, but before that! Before that I made you sterile did you know that Harry!?" Harry stared at her in horror. "You killed Ron! Without him I lost my baby-! She let out a sob. "I never wanted to see this world again after that!" She hissed. "I couldn't just let you be happy though, not when I was alone, not when I had lost everything to you and your fucking hero complex!"
"You gave Ginny a way to have her revenge on me, and then you did the same for Neville…you've been planning this for years but I didn't want to see it." He said bitterly. He felt like his heart had been torn in two, like some part of him was irreparably broken.
"Yes. I would have kept going too Harry, I would have taken everything from you." She snarled before smirking. "I will take everything from you." She hissed.
"DADDY!" Harry felt his heart stop.
Celia.
He didn't think he couldn't think.
All he could see was someone holding his Cilia at knife point.
The doors slammed open behind him.
"Harry! They found the house-!" George hollered looking pale.
"DADDY HELP!" Celia was scared, sobbing.
Daddy.
He lifted his hand and felt the power explode from his hand. The man didn't have a chance to move, there wasn't even a color to the spell, in an instant his head was exploding gore splattering against the walls. In the next instant Harry had Celia tucked into his chest shivering and crying.
"Get your fucking hands off of me-" Harry turned his gaze towards Hermione. He itched to pull out her wand and stop her.
Daddy.
He grit his teeth and looked down at Celia who was shaking in his arms.
"HARRY!" Severus cried out. There was blood on his shirt and Michael was clutched in his arms pale as a sheet.
God no.
Harry had never been a religious man.
But he prayed.
He rushed towards them his wand already out. The medics were surrounding Severus but he wouldn't allow them near Michael Harry knew he wouldn't.
"I'm here Severus let me see." He heard himself say. His voice was oddly distant.
Michaels' lips were turning blue.
He was a machine now, spell after spell potions from Snape's pockets, the sounds of shouting behind him, Celia clinging to him. They couldn't have his family. He wouldn't allow it. Even if it was impossible.
Nothing was impossible.
His blood was rushing in his ears. He felt himself relax when the color came back into Michael's lips and the boy gazed around with dazed eyes.
"Da-daddy? Father?" He breathed slowly. Severus was weeping pulling Michael into his arms and rocking him back and forth. Harry pried Celia away and pushed her gently into Severus' arms before standing slowly. There was an odd buzz in the back of his mind. He turned and felt faint, nauseous and so angry that it burned.
He felt like he had that night when he'd looked around him and discovered that victory was watching your best friend die and knowing that it was your fault. He clenched his fists and felt the tears roll down his cheeks. There would be no grand battle. He knew it and Hermione knew it the moment she caught sight of him. She was dueling five fully trained Aurors but they were nothing to her and he knew it, he'd seen her fight. Her eyes widened when they saw him though and her first response was to run.
Harry's blood burned.
His hand shot out and her eyes widened but she didn't die. Every part of him wanted her to- every part except one.
The one that knew his family was behind him.
In an instant she was bound tightly head to foot, in another instant he did the only cruel thing he could allow himself to do, he stripped her of her magic. Hermione let out a scream and Harry panted as he held himself back.
He realized then how close he was to becoming the next dark lord.
He lowered his hand and watched her weep and tear at them as they struggled to take her away.
"Harry." Severus said softly. Harry turned and gathered them all into his arms.
"That's it Severus." He said though he knew there were others that heard him. "I have no mercy left in me." He breathed. "If anyone gets it in their head that they want to be a dark lord, I will kill them." He breathed clutching them closer.
"Harry." Severus said his voice slightly alarmed but mostly exhausted.
"Lets go home Severus." He whispered lifting Michael and Celia into his arms. George met them at the door looking grim and pale.
"All right there George?" Harry asked tiredly. George nodded slowly.
"Patched me up right away…Harry…I'm sorry…" He said his lips trembling.
"So am I George." Harry said his breath hitching.
"See you later?" George said wearily.
"Yeah, later." Harry said his smile failing him.
-6-
Harry stared at the icon with dull sad eyes, Hermione had been given the kiss, Neville was buried, Draco had come out of hiding, Lucius was finally free to come back to life and wreak havoc on the ministry again. It seemed so long ago that he'd stepped into this hall and walked the isle to stare at this very icon in wonder. He'd been so proud back then, to think he had any likeness with the man on the cross. He could hear Michael in the kitchen scolding Severus for even thinking of touching the stove. Somewhere in the distance he could hear Celia singing as she cleaned and packed. But here, in this room he was alone, or at least there weren't any other people with him.
He was alone to think.
For the first time since he'd received that blasted invitation to the Ministry Ball he had time to think about everything.
Some of it made him want to scream.
As they investigated Hermione the charges against her grew and grew. She was sick, he knew that. He hadn't known she was pregnant, Ron probably hadn't known either or he wouldn't have jumped in front of that curse- or at least that was what Harry assumed. The loss of the baby, the loss of Ron, the trauma of having fought a war and been exposed to the dark lord and all his atrocities- it was no wonder she'd cracked.
It didn't stop him from wanting to hurt her.
And that was why he was here.
"Dad?" Michael's voice carried and Harry found it hard not to smile as Michael gazed up at him curiously.
"I think I finally understand now Michael." Harry said softly as he tugged the boy to his side.
"Understand what?" Michael asked curiously. Michael and Celia still had nightmares about that day, Harry wished he could keep them safe even in their dreams but he knew he couldn't. With careful motions he knelt down on the floor.
"I understand why I'm supposed to kneel Michael." He said softly. Michael stared at him for a long moment before joining him.
"Yeah?" Michael said smiling.
"Yeah." Harry said looking back up at the cross.
He was just a man- that was all.
"Dad?" Michael said leaning into his side.
"Yeah?" Harry said wrapping an arm around the slim shoulders.
"I love you." Michael said blushing brightly. Harry felt his heart swell.
"I love you too son." He breathed.
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