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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters. That honor belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Warnings: there will be talk of abuse and rape. Also this will be a snarry and there will be cross-dressing. If you don't like still read. I want your opinions. Harry will be 16 when he hooks up with Severus. Now possible Mpreg.

(AN: ok so I will have Sev aware that Harry is not who he looks like. He will NOT know that he is Harry…Yet. =^-^=

*ANY OTHER LANGUAGE THAN ENGISH*

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Sevres made his way up the stone steps of Gringots Bank, not paying any particular attention to were he was going. Because of this he failed to see the beauty he'd attempted to run over.

"Owwwww! What the hell, stupid Prick." The young lady muttered. Severus stared at the young thing he'd knock to the ground. She had long black hair that reflected the light in different colors. Her eyes were an expressive green and Turquoise. The thing that stood out most though was the beautiful gold silver and white wings. "Um… are you going to help me up?" a voice broke through his thoughts.

"Um… what? Oh… Yes right." Severus reached down and picked up the delicate hand to pull her to his chest. The moment they touched lights swirled in their heads, and their bodies and spirits seemed to open up and accept the other.

For Severus the feeling was…indescribable. The joy and happiness that filled him was unlike he had ever felt before. He knew that this young man would be with him forever. Wait… man? Were the hell did that come from? Severus carefully monitored the feeling that came from the new bond between him and the girl…man. Whatever. The feeling was strong like iron and wild. It was sweet and shy and bold and seemed to contradict itself with every turn. Despite that it was defiantly masculine.

Severus came back to himself to see that some time has passed and that his new mate was knocked out in his arms. Oh bother. Now how am I to conduct my business?

+*+ …..HARRY'S POV…*+*

Harry came back to himself warm and comfortable. He shifted slightly and burrowed deep into the warmth surrounding him. The warmth vibrated and a deep rumble filled his ear. "You know, I am not a blanket." The warmth said, voice silky smooth. Oh… how he loved Severus. Wait.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up. Deep obsidian pools met his gaze. Harry traced the lines of the man's face with his eyes. The sharp cheek bones and prominent nose. His soft lips. Those very same lips that were lifting at the corners. He's smiling, Severus is smiling. Harry smiled back in contentment. The feel of his mate's…no way! Severus is my Mate!

Harry abruptly pushed off of Severus to land on the ground. "oomph!" he looked up again and stared at Severus in horror. He was laughing! What type of evil was this? *gulp* "uh…? Where are we?" Harry asked once he'd gotten a hold of himself enough to look around.

The room was quite large with dark red-brown walls. It mixed and blended nicely with the black wooden furniture; Victorian king sized bed, desk, dresser, in table, and wardrobe. There was a red and brown Aztec carpet and green coverings, shades, and curtains. It gave off a woodsy feeling.

"My rooms. It was a struggle getting you in here without the goat finding us." The monotone voice of his mate brought Harry's attention back to him. Goat? "Anyway, can you explain exactly what you did at Gringots?" Severus commanded more than asked.

Harry shivered. Fuck…that voice "um… you see I have enough magical power that I require someone to ground me. My magic seems to have chosen you to be my life mate. I can't leave your side. At least not until we consummate the bond." Harry paused. "I think. I wasn't really paying attention."

A silence descended over the both of them. An awkward silence. Well, awkward for Harry. Harry fidgeted slightly as the silence grew. "Well," his mate's voice startled him into jumping slightly. "First off you are going to research into grounding mate bonds. Then we must decide how to go on." Severus paused, seemingly thinking deeply. "We can't let you fall into the goat's hands because then he'll use you like the Potter brat."

"Okay." Harry whispered. The goat was using me? I had my suspicions, especially after what happened at the end of school. But to have it confirmed… and by Severus no less. Harry silently stood up to leave the room…

"Wait." Harry looked curiously at the man still on the bed. SHIT! I just realized I was laying on him in bed! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! "I know you are a man" Severus continued talking despite the Harry's tensing, "But can you tell me your name?" Severus stared intently at the winged cross-dresser.

Harry thought about that. There were quite a few reasons to keep his identity a secret; A) Severus could get to know the real him B) he wouldn't be automatically rejected and C) he could try to figure it out for himself. He didn't even consider the second option. So decision decided.

"I won't tell you who I was. You figure it out for yourself." Severus stared darkly at the serious young man, "I want you to see me and not the preconceived notions of me." The glare being sent his way softened minutely. "Please" he used his eyes to silently beg the older man. (AN: imagin Puss from Shrek 2. Just with Harry's eyes.)

Severus sighed. He could already tell that his young mate would have him wrapped around his figure. "Okay" he said softly.

Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Thanks. You can call me Esmeralda Black."

With that the young cross-dresser left the room.

TBC

(AN: so how was this. Shorter than usuall. But HEY… they met.)