Unveiling

During the pre-feast announcing, Dumbledore stated that after the feast they would be unveiling Professor Quirrell's portrait as last year's triwizard champion. Two-thirds of the students cleared out before the unveiling. The first years had to stay until they were showed to their quarters since all the professors stayed.

Dumbledore lifted the curtain off the painting with a levitation spell. The man in the painting looked down, fainted and fell into the crowd of people. It looked odd because the perceptive was wrong and the man was far larger than the dot people in the stands.

A few people laughed, but most of the crowd stared silently at the painting, as if in horror or shock.

Leaning on his crutches, Inus had on his new wizard robes of dark purple, a violet strikingly close to black. After Severus's tapped him on the shoulders, Inus hobbled over to Dumbledore. "That isn't me."

"You wouldn't faint," Dumbledore said.

Minerva walked over to Dumbledore and whispered something into his ear.

"It appears I made a mistake by having our champion's picture painted. A soul can't inhibit a painting until he dies, but the person in this painting died three years ago."

There was a collective groan from the audience. Dumbledore used his wand to reveil the painting.

Dumbledore whispered to Inus, "We'll speak of this privately. Tomorrow evening."

"Thank you, Headmaster," Inus said, addressing Dumbledore properly in front of the students.

Severus tapped Inus's shoulder. "I need to lead my first years to their quarters. I'll meet you later. I'll formally introduce you to the house tomorrow night since we're running late."

"I'll see you tonight." Inus smiled at his roommate.

Madame Bell walked over to Inus. "I'll paint you a new portrait no charge. Mind you the next one won't be able to carry on full conversation."

"You don't have to," Inus said.

"If Madame Bell does the second painting, it will be displayed with the other Hogwarts' champions. We'll find another place to display this one," Dumbledore stated.

"Thank you, sir." Inus started down the long hall and to the stairs to the dungeon.

Inus took a long bath then retired for the evening. Severus returned rather late because, for a few of the students, it was their first time away from their parents. "Are you ready to teach class in the morning?"

"I fear they won't respect me after the unveiling." Inus rolled to face Severus.

"You didn't make the man in the portrait faint."

"I understand the gods took their time having me remember, so I would know I have Harry's soul and would go down a different path than the original Q. Quirrell." Inus moved a hand over Severus's naked back. "But?"

"If you didn't have amnesia, you'd be in prison. It wasn't in our stars, but in ourselves. We worked hard at restoring your memories." Severus moved a finger over Inus's face.

"You see me, not that horrid man in that picture." Inus shed a silent tear.

"Inus, you went to heaven. Your soul isn't tainted by the person who had this body before you." Severus kissed Inus briefly.

"I'm afraid that the students won't respect me."

"You have to make them respect you."

"If I keep my mind open, I hear all the negative things that they think about me. I know I deserve it. I did bring the Dark Lord into this school. I risked children lives when I brought that troll in." Inus wasn't going to scan his students, but thoughts with a lot of emotion come through. He heard them before and after Severus announced to the Slytherin students that they were sharing quarters, there would be more whispering. He, mentally, knew that he wasn't in his body when the events in question happened, but he had the memories and the events in question felt like his. He and Severus worked hard to restore his memories. His memories meant his guilt; that was just how it worked. His beliefs in right and wrong made him different from the original owner of his body. That original owner was now in a painting - a living portrait.

"You can't be afraid of your students." Severus moved a hand over Inus's shoulder.

"I was terrified all the time I was carrying the Dark Lord. It was so hard keeping him in that small section when he wanted to take all of it."

"That's long over."

"I should have died in Albania and not brought him back. I was a coward and a fool."

"Granted. Self-pity isn't going to help. You keep your head high and do the lessons as planned."

"Aye, aye." Inus moved his hands over Severus's body rather joyful that Severus was wearing nothing under his nightshirt. His memories also meant that he was an adult a few years younger than Severus. Therefore, Severus wasn't having sex with a minor.

Severus rolled onto his belly. "I'm yours."

Inus gently nudged Severus onto his side before he started to have his wicked way with him. Inus put some lube on his hands as he fondled Severus's naughty bits. He moved so he could comfortable take Severus's prick into his mouth. Inus licked along the underside before licking the tip that was dripping pre-cum. He put the bulb in his mouth as one of his hands moved over the lower half. Inus pulled more into his mouth as he alternated between sucking and licking.

"That is so good," Severus gasped.

Inus put lube on his fingers. As Inus continued to give his love a blowjob, he slowly inserted one finger into Severus's hole. Inus moved and then greased two more finger and his cock. He pushed into the tight ring with a second finger. He bent his fingers lightly to bump Severus's prostate while his other hand continued to work Severus's organ.

When Inus felt the Severus's was sufficiently open. He pushed his cock through the tight barrier. "You feel incredible around me."

"Move," Severus shouted.

Inus started a fast, hard rhythm.