Here you are beauties, here is the second chaper! sorry it's so late, had to keep rewriting it. :)
It had been several weeks since I found the injured white wolf, and since then the beast followed me everywhere. Into the village to get groceries, down the mountainside path for potions ingredients, even into Hogwarts when I was summoned by Albus.
One such occasion came by, when Albus summoned me with an urgency never exhibited before. Hadrien, my white wolf, immediately came with me. Upon my arrival in Albus' office, I could tell something was wrong. His office, which usually was organized chaos, looked as though a tornado had been through. Albus sat behind his cluttered desk, with his appearance matching his office. Upon seeing me, Albus jumped from his chair, striding toward me with purpose.
"Severus, he is gone." Albus said hurriedly.
"Who is Albus?" I asked, calmly. Hadrien looked between me and the headmaster with interest, his bright green eyes absorbing every detail.
"Harry!" Albus all but yelled. "He has been gone for a week now. He left this note before he left." Albus handed me a small rolled up piece of parchment, which appeared to have Potter's handwriting upon it. I opened it slowly, afraid of what I would find.
"Professor,"-it said.
"I do not feel at home here any longer. I am leaving tonight to make my own way in the world. Do not search for me, as I do not want to be found. You don't need to worry professor, I will be just fine.
Best wishes,
Harry James Potter"
Reading Potter's note made me worried, he never did something like this. Even if he had, he would have been back long before now. My dominants instincts told me I needed to find Harry, and immediately.
"No one has seen either hide or hair of him, Albus?" I asked, my concern getting the better of me. My worst fears were confirmed when Albus shook his head. I carded my fingers through Hadrien's fur, reassuring myself that this was my worst nightmare come to life. "Did you keep an eye on him, Albus? Did you monitor his behavior?"
"Well, you see-" Albus began to fidget nervously, as if the answer was exactly what I didn't want to hear.
"I trusted you with one thing, ONE THING, and you screwed it up!" My anger began to rise, and I heard Hadrien whimper next to me in fear. "I told you that when he began having the dreams to summon me, immediately. Now my submissive is god knows where, and he is UNPROTECTED!"
"He didn't come to me, which I believe was the other half of your request." Albus reminded me. I snarled, bearing my canines which had grown a good two inches due to my anger. "Your displays of anger do not scare me Severus. You forget, I was the one who helped you discover your inheritance, and who your mate was."
My anger did not abate with his statement. I felt an itch, and it was not of the scratching kind. My skin felt too tight; I felt like I needed to transform. Without excusing myself, I left the headmaster's office, patting my leg for Hadrien to follow. I strode with purpose down to my old dungeon office, where I was sure no one would hear my transformation, or happen upon me accidentally. Seeing it was still as empty as the day I left, I gave in to the burning itch I felt.
Fine, black fur erupted from every pore, my face lengthening, and my ears shifting to the top of my head, becoming pointed and furred. My knee's bent in reverse, throwing my down onto my hands-turned-paws. A bushy black tail lengthened from the end of my spine, lashing behind me as I felt my transformation coming to a close. Then the most painful part of all, two enormous bluish-black wings sprouted from my shoulders, flapping when they were fully formed. My transformation complete, I howled into the night, loudly and with vigor.
Suddenly, I remembered Hadrien, my white wolf. I turned to look at him, and saw him just watching me. He lay on the cold marble floor, panting slightly, a look of wonder in his bright green eyes as he continued to stare at me. In this form, I felt a deeper connection to him that in my human form, which confused me greatly. I crossed over to him, watching as his ears pinned back, and he lowered his head to the floor submissively, when an unbidden thought crossed my mind.
Mate! This confused me, for I knew this wolf in front of me was not my mate, yet my mind kept insisting. MATE! Deciding to prove to myself that this was not Harry, my submissive, I did the only thing a dominant of my species could do. I used my own magic to change the wolf back to his original form. If this was my mate, I would be furious at his actions, but relieved he was safe. If this was not my mate….. well, I tried.
I watched as Hadrien yelped, writhing on the marble floor in pain. It was then that I saw it, fur receeding, paws contorting, facial structure changing. Within moments, Hadrien my white wolf, had become my submissive, Harry James Potter. I shifted back in a heartbeat, shock written all over my face. I reached toward him, shaking, afraid to even hope this dream was real. "Harry?" I whispered, watching him intently.
Harry scooted away from me, face hidden in his hands. I didn't want to make him feel like a cornered animal, so I waited. I looked him over, seeing that he had grown a few inches taller, his black hair still untidy as ever. I smiled slightly, happy to see my submissive unharmed. When he spoke, I felt my heart freeze in my chest at the sadness and self-hatred in his voice.
"How did you know? How could you tell it was me? Did I do something that gave myself away?" His voice wavered, like he was on the very verge of tears. At the sound of his pain, I felt my heart clench, wanting more than anything to take him into my arms and kiss away his pain. I never meant to make him upset, but I had inadvertently hurt my beloved.
"Harry, look at me please." I softly commanded. He adamantly shook his head. "Please?" Even though the dominant never begged, I did for Harry. He needed an explanation, one that I was not going to give if he hid himself like this.
I closed the distance between us, placing myself directly in front of him. Gently, I took his small wrists into one of my hands, using my free hand to tilt his face up and force him to look at me. When I saw the tears on his face, my heart thudded painfully in my chest. My first instinct was to comfort him in any way possible.
I leaned toward him, slowly closing the distance between our faces. I paused when we were a breath apart, and just gazed at my beautiful submissive. His face, though it looked like James', held more of Lily's charm. His green eyes, which resembled Lily's, were closed, so he couldn't see the absolute adoration, and devotion in my gaze. My inspection concluded, I closed my own eyes, and pressed my mouth to his.
It was like firecrackers had been set off in my body, starting from where our lips were connected, and radiating out, and I growled lowly at the sensation. I heard an answering whimper from my submissive, and felt a surge of pride knowing that I alone could inspire such feelings in him. I slid my hand to cover the right side of his face, marveling that my hand was as big as his face, spanning from his forhead to his chin. I only took my lips away from his to catch my breath, only to attack the flesh of his throat with vigor. I could hear him gasping as I nipped, licked, and marked his neck. I felt his hands clenching and unclenching in the air helplessly. His voice came out breathless when he spoke next.
"You never- ouch Sev, not so hard!- You never answered my question. Oh gods don't stop!" He was playing with fire, and my control was already paper thin.
"I didn't, my wolf knew before I did. However," I bit the juncture between his neck and shoulder hard, tasting blood when I did so. "If you ever pull a stunt like that again, you will be-" My hand drifted down the lithe body of my submissive, coming to his half hard erection, and squeezing gently. "-severely punished." I emphasized the words with a low growl resonating from deep in my chest.
I heard Harry gasp, then whimper plantatively to me. I felt an overwhelming urge to stake my claim in this young boy. Wether he knew it or not, he was ready for me, but I held off. The appropriate time would come when we could complete the mating rites.
"I was trying to find you." Harry gasped out, trying to arch into me as I continued to bite and lick his neck. "I wanted to know what was wrong with me. I shouldn't feel this way for one of my professor's, but I do. Merlin help me, I even fancy myself in love with you professor." At this declaration, I froze. The bonding must have progressed further than I initially thought for Harry to be admitting feelings of love. I lightly pushed away, looking intently into Harry's gaze, looking for some sort of jest in his emerald eyes. However, instead of seeing mischief in Harry's gaze, I saw pain. I couldn't place what type of pain, but before I could ask, Harry shoved me off and ran from the room.
For a moment, I just sat there stunned, trying to piece together what had just happened. I replayed what had happened before Harry ran, Trying to figure out what made Harry flee so quickly. I then realized how my reaction to Harry's declaration could have been taken as rejection.
He thinks I rejected him! Foolish boy, he needs to learn to communicate! I then shifted to my other form, the winged black wolf, and took off after Harry. I kept my nose to the ground, seeing Harry's footprints turn into paw prints, and head toward the tree line. Harry had ran toward the Forbidden Forest. I once again ran after Harry, letting out a long bellowing howl, one that was meant to call my mate.
In the distance, I heard an answering howl, though albeit reluctant to reply. I came upon a clearing, and saw my mate. Harry sat in the center of the field, the moonlight made his fur look silver, his emerald eyes looking at me mournfully. Harry turned away from me, even though I approached him in a submissive manner. I saw him shift back, so he could speak to me.
"Professor, if you just came here to-" He started, but didn't get to finish his thought. I stood onto my paws, crossing over to him, and draping one of my great black wings over his small delicate form. Against his own nature, Harry leaned into my side, burying his nose into my pitch black fur. He rubbed his nose up and down my neck, as if he couldn't get enough of my smell.
Deciding to try and make him more comfortable with me, I returned to my human form. However, instead of returning to my adult form, I used my magic to revers my own age, making my physical form appear to be that of an eighteen year old. At this age, my hair was a tad shorter, going to my cheekbone instead of my jaw. My nose was straight, for I had not experienced the argument that would render my nose unfixable. Harry felt the change, and gasped when he looked at me. "Does this please you, my love?"
Harry lifted a hand, tentatively brushing his fingertips over my cheeks. My breath hitched, and I unconsciously turned my face into the touch. Startled, Harry stopped, looking warily for any sign of lust in my eyes. When he saw none, Harry flattened his palm against my cheek. I raised a hand, holding his palm to my face. No one had touched me in this way before, but I was quickly finding that I liked it. "Severus? Is that really you?" A tentative, and scared voice asked.
"Yes love, it is me." I leaned forward, capturing Harry's lips in a chaste, yet gentle kiss. Harry's hands tensed, one fisting into my now too loose robes, and the other in my hair. Harry tried to resist at first, but soon ended up returning my kiss with vigor. Needing air, I moved my lips to the pulse point on his neck, feeling his small, lithe form shiver under mine.
However, all too soon, Harry ceased my exploration by pushing me away slightly. At seeing the confusion in my gaze, Harry gestured to my robes. As I grew older, it was obvious I had gained some muscle, as my torso and arms were swimming in my trademark black robes. I smiled, easily fixing my problem with a wave of my hand down the length of my torso, feeling the threads tighten, conforming to my new younger body. I chuckled when Harry gulped shakily.
Harry, I whispered into his mind, running my hands down his chest, and latching onto his hips. He moaned at my touch, and in return, I kissed him into silence. Harry, you did hear everything that Albus and I spoke of earlier yes? He nodded, gripping my shoulders and pulling me closer. Then you accept that I am your mate?
At this, Harry shoved me away, looking at me with fear and anxiety. "Harry, I would never harm you, I cannot. My creature blood will forbids me from allowing any harm to befall you, even from me." I held up my hands in supplication, hoping Harry would see that I meant him no harm. When I saw him visibly relax, I repeated the dominants half of the mating rite.
"I, Severus Tobias Snape, accept you, Harry James Potter, as my submissive." I gasped as I felt the bond between us tighten, hearing an echoed gasp from Harry, and assumed he felt the same tightening sensation, pulling us together. "As your dominant, I am to keep you from harm, provide for you emotionally, mentally, and physically." Harry's face flushed a deep scarlet when I said the last part, and I smiled wolfishly. "And as your dominate, I vow to keep your best interests before my own. I vow all these things upon the goddess of the hunt, Artemis."
I watched as Harry avoided looking me in the face. I did not know if it was from nervousness, or if he was trying to fufill his role as my submissive. In either case, I found it endearing. "Harry." I whispered possessively, hearing a light whimper in response. "Harry, we need to return to the castle. If we don't you will freeze to death out here."
I felt Harry grip my robes, as if to keep me from pulling away from him. I chuckled lightly, and swept him up into my arms. I heard Harry gasp, and felt him throw his arms around my neck. "Don't drop me." I heard a small voice breathe into my ear.
"Of course, my dear one." I vowed, beginning to walk back towards the castle. We walked in silence for the majority of the way. Until Harry finally spoke.
"How do you know you love me?" I looked down from the path ahead, and saw his concerned emerald eyes watching me. "How do you know I am your submissive?"
I smiled, stopping where I was and leaning down to put my lips next to his ear. "Your smell appeals to my wolf. That is how all males of my species recognize their submissive. We know who our submissive is, because their scent calls to us, and makes us want to claim what is ours." I said huskily, feeling Harry shiver in my arms, before he pulled me close in the first kiss he had ever initiated.
Well my beauties, here you are, the second chapter in To Tame a Wolfish-Snake, I hope you enjoyed it. Leave me reviews and cookies!
Forever your's,
Estrella Krushina