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Apprenticed to Love 24/?
Title: Apprenticed to Love 24/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Warnings: not sure yet, but AU and angst for starters, hermaphroditism, mpreg, abuse.
Summary: Six months after the end of the war, Harry Potter turns up at Snape's apothecary to beg for a job. They both get more than they bargained for.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just like playing in it from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much!
Earlier Parts
Part Twenty Four
Ron had to hold on to both Hermione and Harry as he was the only one who knew the way to the Dancing Maidens. Harry took a deep breath as the nausea was starting even before the strange squeeze of Apparation. Stumbling in an ungainly sprawl of limbs as they arrived, Harry was quick to note that both Ron and Hermione had kept their feet. Harry's head was spinning, his stomach roiled and no matter how much he didn't want to be so undignified in front of his friends, it was a fruitless task. He threw up over the grass, his throat and abdomen aching with the effort. He cut the palm of his hand on a sharp stone near to where he was kneeling, but as there wasn't that much blood, Harry didn't think too much more about it. It stung a little, but he'd felt worse.
"Merlin, Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "You still get travel sick? I thought you'd grow out of that."
"Are you all right?" Hermione knelt down on the grass beside him after she'd Banished the vomit with a wave of her wand and handed Harry a clean handkerchief.
"Yeah, I'll be okay in a minute. I hate Apparating." Harry wiped his mouth but didn't offer Hermione the handkerchief back; he knew she wouldn't want it with his vomit all over it – not until it had been cleaned properly, anyway. Cleaning charms just weren't that effective on blood and vomit.
"It was the quickest way to get here," said Ron, his gaze wandering up the hill to the ring of stones standing at the top of it. The night was cloudy, so there was very little light from the moon at all, but up on the hill there were three floating orbs of light that illuminated the scene very well.
Harry pushed himself to his feet with a little help from Ron and all three of them ran up the hill. Ron and Hermione skidded to a halt at a gap in the stones, but Harry's feet propelled him forward in response to what he'd seen: three figures; two standing and one lying prone on the ground. Remus and Bill were the two figures who were standing, and the black-robed figure on the ground must be... "SEVERUS!" Harry roared as he sank down next to him.
Severus' robes were torn like flaps of canvas ripped from a painting and there were bloody welts all over his arms and legs. His left arm looked as if it had been painted crimson: blood covered him from elbow to fingers. A few yards away from Severus lay the still form of Fenrir Greyback. The very still form.
"Is he dead?" Harry asked of no one in particular.
Remus and Bill both nodded. "The Aurors should be here shortly to deal with the body," Bill told him.
Harry turned his attention back to Severus, trying to discern where he was hurt and why there was so much blood.
"I'm fine, Harry. It's just a few scratches," said Severus as he struggled to sit up.
"He didn't bite you?" Harry asked, his gaze lingering on Bill and Remus.
"No. It was just spells. He never got a chance to bite me."
Harry reached out his hand to help Severus up. As they touched, a blue glow settled around their joined hands and a warmth spread throughout Harry's body.
"Harry, no!" Remus screamed and yanked Harry away from Severus, pulling Harry's hand towards his. "You're bleeding!"
Harry shrugged out of Remus' grasp. "What the hell are you doing?"
"It was a werewolf duel, Harry," explained Bill. "As you're the contested mate, if you share blood with either of the combatants, it will mean you choose them as your mate." Harry looked from Bill to Remus again in the light of their wands. His hand was still glowing blue and there was a small smear of blood on his palm from his earlier cut.
Harry placed both of his hands over a cut on Severus' arm before Bill or Remus had a chance to pull him back and pressed his wound to Severus'. The blue glow grew and grew until it enveloped both of them and on until it encompassed the entire Dancing Maidens, lighting up the site as bright as noon. Wind began to ripple around them, increasing in intensity. Fallen leaves, loose grass, dirt and stones began to rise in a whirlwind around Severus and Harry. The others faded from sight in the strength of the blue glow.
"I choose you, Severus. I choose you," Harry gasped before he fell to the floor in a dead faint.
***
When Harry came to he was lying on Ron's bed and one of the Quidditch players from a Chudley Cannons poster was winking at him from the ceiling and stroking his broom handle in what could only be described as a suggestive manner. Harry wondered if he'd hit his head harder than he'd thought if he was seeing things like that.
Outside the bedroom he could hear the sound of low, hissed voices raised in argument.
"You're awake," said Neville from the side of Ron's bed.
Ron and Hermione were nowhere in sight; Harry wondered if some of the voices outside belonged to those two, but none sounded female.
"How are you feeling now?" Neville lifted Harry's wrist to check his pulse and scanned him with his wand.
"I'm fine," said Harry as he made to get out of bed and quickly realised he was still feeling rather lightheaded. Neville clucked his tongue, for all the world sounding like Madam Pomfrey, and Harry had to stifle a giggle.
"You should rest for a bit more."
Harry nodded and shuffled a bit so that he was at least sitting up rather than lying down.
"Where's Se- Master Snape?" Harry asked, remembering in time that he was supposed to address him as Master Snape in public.
"Arguing with Bill Weasley and Professor Lupin about you."
Harry gaped at his friend and this time insisted on getting up, no matter how dizzy he might still be feeling. Harry opened the bedroom door to find Bill, Remus and Severus all shouting at each other on the landing of the next floor down. Harry marched down the stairs and put himself between Remus and Severus, both of whom had their wands pointing at each other.
"That's enough!" Harry shouted, glaring at each of the three men in turn.
"Harry, you don't know what you've done!" Remus protested. "By sharing your blood with Severus, you have now become his mate. You can never be anyone else, ever."
"I know that, Remus. Didn't you hear me? I chose Severus as my mate; I don't want to be with anyone else."
"You want to be with Severus?" Remus sounded lost and Harry couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. All the Marauders were gone now and Harry was the last link to them. And for Harry to fall in love with one of his schooldays enemies... well, it was no wonder Remus felt lost. But Harry couldn't live his life for other people; he'd done that, been there and lost the t-shirt long ago. No one else had any say in what Harry chose to do now. They couldn't stop him being with Severus if that's what they both wanted.
"Harry, we can get your apprentice contract revoked if there has been an abuse of it," Bill chimed in.
"Can we take this somewhere a bit more private?" Harry asked. He didn't really feel like discussing his personal life on the Weasleys' landing. Bill nodded and led all of them back to his own childhood bedroom. Harry noticed too that Bill didn't seem to be having much trouble being around him now either; he didn't have that strange gleam in his eye anymore when he looked at Harry.
Bill seemed to sense Harry's confusion. "I don't find you attractive anymore, Harry. Your scent has changed. You belong to Severus now."
Bill sat down on the edge of his bed; Remus took Charlie's and Severus sat down on a desk chair, leaving Harry standing in the middle of the room feeling like he was on stage and needed to give the performance of his life.
"I do," Harry agreed. "I belong to him. I am an adult, so is Severus. We are in love, and there hasn't been any abuse or coercion or anything like that! We just want to be together because we love each other! Why is that so difficult for people to understand?"
"Harry, Ron told me that you don't have the traditional contract and that you agreed to remain a virgin for five years."
"That's right, Remus." Harry willed himself not to blush, but it happened anyway.
"And how is this any of your business, Lupin?" Severus asked, his eyes searching out Harry's.
"I'm only looking out for Harry's best interests. Now that he's claimed you as a wolf mate, Severus, remaining a virgin is going to be a very big problem. Harry will soon feel a strong sexual pull toward you and the longer it is denied, the worse it will feel. He could die if the bond isn't consummated."
"But it's a magically binding contract," said Harry. "We can't break it, can we?"
Severus shook his head. "No, but we can supersede it with an even more formal one."
"What do you mean?"
Severus sank to his knees and looked up at Harry. "Harry James Potter, will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?"
TBC
Title: Apprenticed to Love 24/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Warnings: not sure yet, but AU and angst for starters, hermaphroditism, mpreg, abuse.
Summary: Six months after the end of the war, Harry Potter turns up at Snape's apothecary to beg for a job. They both get more than they bargained for.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just like playing in it from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much!
Earlier Parts
Part Twenty Four
Ron had to hold on to both Hermione and Harry as he was the only one who knew the way to the Dancing Maidens. Harry took a deep breath as the nausea was starting even before the strange squeeze of Apparation. Stumbling in an ungainly sprawl of limbs as they arrived, Harry was quick to note that both Ron and Hermione had kept their feet. Harry's head was spinning, his stomach roiled and no matter how much he didn't want to be so undignified in front of his friends, it was a fruitless task. He threw up over the grass, his throat and abdomen aching with the effort. He cut the palm of his hand on a sharp stone near to where he was kneeling, but as there wasn't that much blood, Harry didn't think too much more about it. It stung a little, but he'd felt worse.
"Merlin, Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "You still get travel sick? I thought you'd grow out of that."
"Are you all right?" Hermione knelt down on the grass beside him after she'd Banished the vomit with a wave of her wand and handed Harry a clean handkerchief.
"Yeah, I'll be okay in a minute. I hate Apparating." Harry wiped his mouth but didn't offer Hermione the handkerchief back; he knew she wouldn't want it with his vomit all over it – not until it had been cleaned properly, anyway. Cleaning charms just weren't that effective on blood and vomit.
"It was the quickest way to get here," said Ron, his gaze wandering up the hill to the ring of stones standing at the top of it. The night was cloudy, so there was very little light from the moon at all, but up on the hill there were three floating orbs of light that illuminated the scene very well.
Harry pushed himself to his feet with a little help from Ron and all three of them ran up the hill. Ron and Hermione skidded to a halt at a gap in the stones, but Harry's feet propelled him forward in response to what he'd seen: three figures; two standing and one lying prone on the ground. Remus and Bill were the two figures who were standing, and the black-robed figure on the ground must be... "SEVERUS!" Harry roared as he sank down next to him.
Severus' robes were torn like flaps of canvas ripped from a painting and there were bloody welts all over his arms and legs. His left arm looked as if it had been painted crimson: blood covered him from elbow to fingers. A few yards away from Severus lay the still form of Fenrir Greyback. The very still form.
"Is he dead?" Harry asked of no one in particular.
Remus and Bill both nodded. "The Aurors should be here shortly to deal with the body," Bill told him.
Harry turned his attention back to Severus, trying to discern where he was hurt and why there was so much blood.
"I'm fine, Harry. It's just a few scratches," said Severus as he struggled to sit up.
"He didn't bite you?" Harry asked, his gaze lingering on Bill and Remus.
"No. It was just spells. He never got a chance to bite me."
Harry reached out his hand to help Severus up. As they touched, a blue glow settled around their joined hands and a warmth spread throughout Harry's body.
"Harry, no!" Remus screamed and yanked Harry away from Severus, pulling Harry's hand towards his. "You're bleeding!"
Harry shrugged out of Remus' grasp. "What the hell are you doing?"
"It was a werewolf duel, Harry," explained Bill. "As you're the contested mate, if you share blood with either of the combatants, it will mean you choose them as your mate." Harry looked from Bill to Remus again in the light of their wands. His hand was still glowing blue and there was a small smear of blood on his palm from his earlier cut.
Harry placed both of his hands over a cut on Severus' arm before Bill or Remus had a chance to pull him back and pressed his wound to Severus'. The blue glow grew and grew until it enveloped both of them and on until it encompassed the entire Dancing Maidens, lighting up the site as bright as noon. Wind began to ripple around them, increasing in intensity. Fallen leaves, loose grass, dirt and stones began to rise in a whirlwind around Severus and Harry. The others faded from sight in the strength of the blue glow.
"I choose you, Severus. I choose you," Harry gasped before he fell to the floor in a dead faint.
***
When Harry came to he was lying on Ron's bed and one of the Quidditch players from a Chudley Cannons poster was winking at him from the ceiling and stroking his broom handle in what could only be described as a suggestive manner. Harry wondered if he'd hit his head harder than he'd thought if he was seeing things like that.
Outside the bedroom he could hear the sound of low, hissed voices raised in argument.
"You're awake," said Neville from the side of Ron's bed.
Ron and Hermione were nowhere in sight; Harry wondered if some of the voices outside belonged to those two, but none sounded female.
"How are you feeling now?" Neville lifted Harry's wrist to check his pulse and scanned him with his wand.
"I'm fine," said Harry as he made to get out of bed and quickly realised he was still feeling rather lightheaded. Neville clucked his tongue, for all the world sounding like Madam Pomfrey, and Harry had to stifle a giggle.
"You should rest for a bit more."
Harry nodded and shuffled a bit so that he was at least sitting up rather than lying down.
"Where's Se- Master Snape?" Harry asked, remembering in time that he was supposed to address him as Master Snape in public.
"Arguing with Bill Weasley and Professor Lupin about you."
Harry gaped at his friend and this time insisted on getting up, no matter how dizzy he might still be feeling. Harry opened the bedroom door to find Bill, Remus and Severus all shouting at each other on the landing of the next floor down. Harry marched down the stairs and put himself between Remus and Severus, both of whom had their wands pointing at each other.
"That's enough!" Harry shouted, glaring at each of the three men in turn.
"Harry, you don't know what you've done!" Remus protested. "By sharing your blood with Severus, you have now become his mate. You can never be anyone else, ever."
"I know that, Remus. Didn't you hear me? I chose Severus as my mate; I don't want to be with anyone else."
"You want to be with Severus?" Remus sounded lost and Harry couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. All the Marauders were gone now and Harry was the last link to them. And for Harry to fall in love with one of his schooldays enemies... well, it was no wonder Remus felt lost. But Harry couldn't live his life for other people; he'd done that, been there and lost the t-shirt long ago. No one else had any say in what Harry chose to do now. They couldn't stop him being with Severus if that's what they both wanted.
"Harry, we can get your apprentice contract revoked if there has been an abuse of it," Bill chimed in.
"Can we take this somewhere a bit more private?" Harry asked. He didn't really feel like discussing his personal life on the Weasleys' landing. Bill nodded and led all of them back to his own childhood bedroom. Harry noticed too that Bill didn't seem to be having much trouble being around him now either; he didn't have that strange gleam in his eye anymore when he looked at Harry.
Bill seemed to sense Harry's confusion. "I don't find you attractive anymore, Harry. Your scent has changed. You belong to Severus now."
Bill sat down on the edge of his bed; Remus took Charlie's and Severus sat down on a desk chair, leaving Harry standing in the middle of the room feeling like he was on stage and needed to give the performance of his life.
"I do," Harry agreed. "I belong to him. I am an adult, so is Severus. We are in love, and there hasn't been any abuse or coercion or anything like that! We just want to be together because we love each other! Why is that so difficult for people to understand?"
"Harry, Ron told me that you don't have the traditional contract and that you agreed to remain a virgin for five years."
"That's right, Remus." Harry willed himself not to blush, but it happened anyway.
"And how is this any of your business, Lupin?" Severus asked, his eyes searching out Harry's.
"I'm only looking out for Harry's best interests. Now that he's claimed you as a wolf mate, Severus, remaining a virgin is going to be a very big problem. Harry will soon feel a strong sexual pull toward you and the longer it is denied, the worse it will feel. He could die if the bond isn't consummated."
"But it's a magically binding contract," said Harry. "We can't break it, can we?"
Severus shook his head. "No, but we can supersede it with an even more formal one."
"What do you mean?"
Severus sank to his knees and looked up at Harry. "Harry James Potter, will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?"
TBC