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Apprenticed to Love 30/?
Title: Apprenticed to Love 30/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Summary: Six months after the end of the war Harry turns up Snape's apothecary to beg for a job; they both get more than they bargained for.
Warnings: Au, angst, hermaphroditism, mpreg, slash, abuse.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thank you so much :)
Earlier Parts
Part 30
Harry woke up half an hour before Ron's alarm clock was due to go off, to find he had a pounding headache and cramps that seemed even worse than the few days before. His sleep had been somewhat restless, both with the nagging ache in his abdomen and trying to get comfortable on the small camp bed in Ron's bedroom. Harry missed sharing the large bed with Severus, but it was only for one night after all. As Harry struggled to push himself upright, the pain intensified and he gasped out loud at the sudden sharpness. He and Ron used to tease Hermione about periods and period pains and now Harry realised how awful both of them had been to do such a thing. It certainly didn't feel like a laughing matter. How did women and girls cope with this every month? All he wanted to do was burrow under the covers and hibernate until it was over.
Harry fumbled about on the floor to find where he'd dropped his glasses last night, before downing the next dose of Severus' pain potion and checking the sheets. It was probably another reason why he hadn't slept so well – he was too worried that he might bleed all over Molly Weasley's sheets. Thankfully, they were clean and it was early enough so that Harry could take his time in the bathroom to get himself sorted out.
Harry stood by the mirror after his shower, angling his face this way and that, but it remained stubbornly smooth with not an inch of stubble anywhere. He guessed that he would never need to shave now due to his condition and wondered if it was as obvious to other people that he was no longer quite a man. The funny thing was that he didn't feel like a woman either, despite having the extra equipment and all that it entailed. He still felt like Harry, so maybe he was just worrying over nothing. It wasn't as if he was going to announce it in the paper!
But what happens if you get pregnant? a niggling voice asked. Everyone would know then.
Harry shrugged; that was true, but Harry decided to cross that bridge if it ever came up. He finished up in the bathroom and when he returned to Ron's room, both Neville and Ron were starting to wake up. All of their dress robes were hanging on the front of Ron's wardrobe so they wouldn't get creased again after Molly had ironed everything last night.
"Merlin's bollocks!" Ron groaned. "My head feels like a Hippogriff's been using it for a nest. Those Muggle drinks are stronger than butterbeer." He squinted up at Harry. "You look far too perky for this early in the morning, Harry."
Harry did feel a bit more himself after his shower and Severus' pain potion had worked wonders for his sore tummy.
"Well, Harry wasn't the one who kept downing all that wine," said Neville with a smile in Ron's direction.
"True," Ron agreed ruefully, scratching his armpit and yawning at the same time. Ron's eyes darted to the bottle of pain potion on the floor. "That's not a hangover cure, is it?"
"No, but it might help if you've got a headache. It's just a painkiller," said Harry.
"Did you want the bathroom first, Ron?"
"Naw, Neville. You go on ahead."
"Thanks." Neville gathered up his soap bag and headed downstairs to the bathroom.
"Did you remember to pick up the rings from the jeweller's?"
"No, but Mum did," said Ron, grinning and showing Harry the two small velvet boxes. "Everything's under control. How about you, are you feeling nervous?"
"A bit," Harry admitted. "But it's more an excited type of nervous. I never really thought we'd get married this soon, but it feels right. It doesn't feel soon after all. I'm ready. We're ready."
"Not quite ready yet," said Ron. "You're still in your pyjamas!"
***
Harry's wedding robe was a deep emerald green with a silver dragon emblazoned on the back. Harry thought the dragon looked quite serpentine with its long body and tail and he'd wanted something Slytherin in deference to Severus, but thought a snake would be far too obvious. Harry had never tried speaking to dragons, but after seeing the shape of the dragon on his robe, he wondered if their languages were similar to Parseltongue.
As Harry walked up the aisle flanked by Ron and Neville he caught sight of some of his friends from Hogwarts as well as the staff, and he smiled at them in turn as he made his way to Severus. All the Weasleys were already here and he noticed Remus was in one of the rows near the front as well. The sun was shining and everyone looked pleased and happy to be at his and Severus' wedding. As Harry caught sight of his husband-to-be's back, he felt his heart soar to somewhere near his throat. Severus' wedding robe was silver today, there wasn't a scrap of black in sight. On the back of Severus' robe was a phoenix with its wings outspread and reaching over Severus' shoulders. It shimmered as the light caught different angles, making it seem as if the magical bird was flying.
Severus turned, smiling softly as he caught sight of Harry, he held his hands out. Harry nearly ran the rest of the way to place his hands in Severus'. At the rose trellis stood the celebrant, a young Minister of Records who gave a warm smile and waved for the guests to sit back down.
"Dearest friends, we are gathered here to join Severus and Harry in the bonds of magical matrimony. Like all rituals, it is not one to be taken lightly, but rather with forethought and not as something rushed into."
Harry tried not to blush. It was true it might seem they'd rushed into it, but with the wolf-bond they really didn't have much choice in the matter. For if they weren't married and then they broke Harry's virgin apprentice contract, that would have been worse.
"If there is anyone here present who wishes to make an objection to this match, please speak now or be forever silent on the matter."
The Minister paused and Harry's heart trembled, wondering if Ginny was going to make trouble for them now that she had an audience in order to do so. Harry remembered all too well his sixth year at Hogwarts, when Ginny would get extra cuddly and lovey-dovey with him whenever there were other people around. Harry had hated it; he'd wanted their relationship to remain private but whenever Ginny got him alone she'd wanted to go further than Harry had at the time. Had he always been attracted to men? Harry wasn't sure, but he knew he was in love with Severus and wanted to marry him. But Ginny remained seated; her eyes were red-rimmed as if she was trying not to cry.
"Very well. Who gives Severus to be married to Harry?"
"I do," said Remus, standing up and placing an arm on Severus' shoulder.
"And who gives Harry to be married to Severus?"
"I do," said Neville as he touched Harry on the arm.
"Severus, you may speak your vows to Harry now."
"I, Severus, do take you, Harry, to be my partner, loving what I know of you and trusting what I do not yet know. I fall in love with you a bit more each day and I welcome the chance to grow old with you. I will laugh with you, I will cry with you and I will cherish you forever. I will protect you, I will care for you and I will be faithful to you. I give you my hand, my heart, my magic and my soul. Till death and beyond, I will be yours and only yours."
Harry's whole body was trembling as he heard Severus speak the vows. There was magic in this; these weren't empty promises. This was a wizarding ritual and Harry knew the power of wizarding words. His throat felt sore as he struggled not to cry with emotion when he spoke his own vows to Severus. Their eyes and hands never left each other as they spoke.
"I, Harry, do take you, Severus, to be my partner, loving what I know of you and trusting what I do not yet know. I fall in love with you a bit more each day and I welcome the chance to grow old with you. I will laugh with you, I will cry with you and I will cherish you forever. I will protect you, I will care for you and I will be faithful to you. I give you my hand, my heart, my magic and my soul. Till death and beyond, I will be yours and only yours."
"The rings?" the Minister asked, his eyes roving the crowd. Ron stepped forward and handed over the velvet boxes.
Severus removed the first ring: it was silver, etched with Celtic runes for health and happiness on the outside and the inside, on the part next to their bodies were their entwined initials. Both rings were exactly the same, as they both knew that once they were married they became one entity, no longer two.
Severus slipped the ring onto Harry's finger. "The ring is round and eternal, just like our love."
Harry lifted out the second ring and, as he pressed the ring onto Severus' finger, the tears he'd been trying to hold back fell onto his new husband's skin. "The - the - the ring is - r - round and eternal, just like our l -love," Harry sobbed out as he tried to get control of himself again.
"Congratulations, Severus and Harry! You are now bound according to our laws and customs. You may kiss each other."
Severus tilted Harry's chin up with his right forefinger and with his left hand he wiped the tears that had fallen onto Harry's cheeks. "I love you," Severus mouthed silently as he bent his head and kissed Harry firmly on the mouth. There were whistles and cat-calls from some of the assembled guests as well as a round of applause as they kissed a bit more. Harry didn't want it to end, but knew it must. He started to grin like an idiot when Severus' mouth finally left his. His whole body felt as if it was floating.
Ron slapped both of them on the back, but Neville settled for shaking their hands. Despite knowing Severus a bit better now, Harry didn't think Neville had quite forgotten the snarky Potions master of their school careers and was not up to slapping him on the back. After many more congratulations from the other guests and poses for photographs, everyone went into the marquee ready for the reception meal. Harry's jaw was beginning to ache as he was smiling so much. Everything had a dreamlike quality to it, nothing felt quite real... nothing except for Severus' arm on his as he led Harry to the top table and then released him to pull out his chair.
Harry's cake was on a small table off to the side and Harry was gratified to hear some people compliment it on their way to the other tables dotted around the marquee. Molly Weasley had done a wonderful job of organising everything; the decorations were elegant and understated, just a few flowers entwined with ivy leaves to match the cake. The plates, cutlery and glassware were all sparkling under the candlelight chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
The green-robed wizards who had been unpacking things yesterday were now wearing short white robes, black trousers and bow ties and acting as waiters. They served the bridal party first with their starters: a selection of different types of melon with all of the different colours arranged artfully on the plates. It was light and refreshing and Severus and Harry had both thought it would be better for a summer wedding than soup. The main course was roast turkey with all the trimmings and by the time the profiteroles and ice-cream arrived for dessert, Harry wondered if he'd ever find room for it. He made a valiant effort, but only managed about half before Arthur Weasley announced it was time to cut the cake.
Severus stood and held out his hand to Harry. Holding hands and smiling at each other, they both made their way over to the cake and lifted up the silver knife. Harry saw their names and the date were engraved on the blade; he wondered if Severus had arranged that so they would have a keepsake of the day. They both drew the knife down to the bottom tier and it slid in easily, much to the amusement of the other guests, who giggled and whistled at intervals.
"Give him a kiss, Severus!" Someone from the crowd shouted, but Harry didn't recognise the voice.
Severus waggled his eyebrows and pulled Harry towards him. He kissed Harry, hard and deep before dipping him down and continuing to kiss Harry breathless. Harry could do little else but cling to his new husband and hope he wouldn't fall flat on the floor.
He needn't have worried. Severus would always be there to catch him.
TBC
A/N: This story will be on hiatus for a while, due to too many things to mention but it is not abandoned :)
Title: Apprenticed to Love 30/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Summary: Six months after the end of the war Harry turns up Snape's apothecary to beg for a job; they both get more than they bargained for.
Warnings: Au, angst, hermaphroditism, mpreg, slash, abuse.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thank you so much :)
Earlier Parts
Part 30
Harry woke up half an hour before Ron's alarm clock was due to go off, to find he had a pounding headache and cramps that seemed even worse than the few days before. His sleep had been somewhat restless, both with the nagging ache in his abdomen and trying to get comfortable on the small camp bed in Ron's bedroom. Harry missed sharing the large bed with Severus, but it was only for one night after all. As Harry struggled to push himself upright, the pain intensified and he gasped out loud at the sudden sharpness. He and Ron used to tease Hermione about periods and period pains and now Harry realised how awful both of them had been to do such a thing. It certainly didn't feel like a laughing matter. How did women and girls cope with this every month? All he wanted to do was burrow under the covers and hibernate until it was over.
Harry fumbled about on the floor to find where he'd dropped his glasses last night, before downing the next dose of Severus' pain potion and checking the sheets. It was probably another reason why he hadn't slept so well – he was too worried that he might bleed all over Molly Weasley's sheets. Thankfully, they were clean and it was early enough so that Harry could take his time in the bathroom to get himself sorted out.
Harry stood by the mirror after his shower, angling his face this way and that, but it remained stubbornly smooth with not an inch of stubble anywhere. He guessed that he would never need to shave now due to his condition and wondered if it was as obvious to other people that he was no longer quite a man. The funny thing was that he didn't feel like a woman either, despite having the extra equipment and all that it entailed. He still felt like Harry, so maybe he was just worrying over nothing. It wasn't as if he was going to announce it in the paper!
But what happens if you get pregnant? a niggling voice asked. Everyone would know then.
Harry shrugged; that was true, but Harry decided to cross that bridge if it ever came up. He finished up in the bathroom and when he returned to Ron's room, both Neville and Ron were starting to wake up. All of their dress robes were hanging on the front of Ron's wardrobe so they wouldn't get creased again after Molly had ironed everything last night.
"Merlin's bollocks!" Ron groaned. "My head feels like a Hippogriff's been using it for a nest. Those Muggle drinks are stronger than butterbeer." He squinted up at Harry. "You look far too perky for this early in the morning, Harry."
Harry did feel a bit more himself after his shower and Severus' pain potion had worked wonders for his sore tummy.
"Well, Harry wasn't the one who kept downing all that wine," said Neville with a smile in Ron's direction.
"True," Ron agreed ruefully, scratching his armpit and yawning at the same time. Ron's eyes darted to the bottle of pain potion on the floor. "That's not a hangover cure, is it?"
"No, but it might help if you've got a headache. It's just a painkiller," said Harry.
"Did you want the bathroom first, Ron?"
"Naw, Neville. You go on ahead."
"Thanks." Neville gathered up his soap bag and headed downstairs to the bathroom.
"Did you remember to pick up the rings from the jeweller's?"
"No, but Mum did," said Ron, grinning and showing Harry the two small velvet boxes. "Everything's under control. How about you, are you feeling nervous?"
"A bit," Harry admitted. "But it's more an excited type of nervous. I never really thought we'd get married this soon, but it feels right. It doesn't feel soon after all. I'm ready. We're ready."
"Not quite ready yet," said Ron. "You're still in your pyjamas!"
***
Harry's wedding robe was a deep emerald green with a silver dragon emblazoned on the back. Harry thought the dragon looked quite serpentine with its long body and tail and he'd wanted something Slytherin in deference to Severus, but thought a snake would be far too obvious. Harry had never tried speaking to dragons, but after seeing the shape of the dragon on his robe, he wondered if their languages were similar to Parseltongue.
As Harry walked up the aisle flanked by Ron and Neville he caught sight of some of his friends from Hogwarts as well as the staff, and he smiled at them in turn as he made his way to Severus. All the Weasleys were already here and he noticed Remus was in one of the rows near the front as well. The sun was shining and everyone looked pleased and happy to be at his and Severus' wedding. As Harry caught sight of his husband-to-be's back, he felt his heart soar to somewhere near his throat. Severus' wedding robe was silver today, there wasn't a scrap of black in sight. On the back of Severus' robe was a phoenix with its wings outspread and reaching over Severus' shoulders. It shimmered as the light caught different angles, making it seem as if the magical bird was flying.
Severus turned, smiling softly as he caught sight of Harry, he held his hands out. Harry nearly ran the rest of the way to place his hands in Severus'. At the rose trellis stood the celebrant, a young Minister of Records who gave a warm smile and waved for the guests to sit back down.
"Dearest friends, we are gathered here to join Severus and Harry in the bonds of magical matrimony. Like all rituals, it is not one to be taken lightly, but rather with forethought and not as something rushed into."
Harry tried not to blush. It was true it might seem they'd rushed into it, but with the wolf-bond they really didn't have much choice in the matter. For if they weren't married and then they broke Harry's virgin apprentice contract, that would have been worse.
"If there is anyone here present who wishes to make an objection to this match, please speak now or be forever silent on the matter."
The Minister paused and Harry's heart trembled, wondering if Ginny was going to make trouble for them now that she had an audience in order to do so. Harry remembered all too well his sixth year at Hogwarts, when Ginny would get extra cuddly and lovey-dovey with him whenever there were other people around. Harry had hated it; he'd wanted their relationship to remain private but whenever Ginny got him alone she'd wanted to go further than Harry had at the time. Had he always been attracted to men? Harry wasn't sure, but he knew he was in love with Severus and wanted to marry him. But Ginny remained seated; her eyes were red-rimmed as if she was trying not to cry.
"Very well. Who gives Severus to be married to Harry?"
"I do," said Remus, standing up and placing an arm on Severus' shoulder.
"And who gives Harry to be married to Severus?"
"I do," said Neville as he touched Harry on the arm.
"Severus, you may speak your vows to Harry now."
"I, Severus, do take you, Harry, to be my partner, loving what I know of you and trusting what I do not yet know. I fall in love with you a bit more each day and I welcome the chance to grow old with you. I will laugh with you, I will cry with you and I will cherish you forever. I will protect you, I will care for you and I will be faithful to you. I give you my hand, my heart, my magic and my soul. Till death and beyond, I will be yours and only yours."
Harry's whole body was trembling as he heard Severus speak the vows. There was magic in this; these weren't empty promises. This was a wizarding ritual and Harry knew the power of wizarding words. His throat felt sore as he struggled not to cry with emotion when he spoke his own vows to Severus. Their eyes and hands never left each other as they spoke.
"I, Harry, do take you, Severus, to be my partner, loving what I know of you and trusting what I do not yet know. I fall in love with you a bit more each day and I welcome the chance to grow old with you. I will laugh with you, I will cry with you and I will cherish you forever. I will protect you, I will care for you and I will be faithful to you. I give you my hand, my heart, my magic and my soul. Till death and beyond, I will be yours and only yours."
"The rings?" the Minister asked, his eyes roving the crowd. Ron stepped forward and handed over the velvet boxes.
Severus removed the first ring: it was silver, etched with Celtic runes for health and happiness on the outside and the inside, on the part next to their bodies were their entwined initials. Both rings were exactly the same, as they both knew that once they were married they became one entity, no longer two.
Severus slipped the ring onto Harry's finger. "The ring is round and eternal, just like our love."
Harry lifted out the second ring and, as he pressed the ring onto Severus' finger, the tears he'd been trying to hold back fell onto his new husband's skin. "The - the - the ring is - r - round and eternal, just like our l -love," Harry sobbed out as he tried to get control of himself again.
"Congratulations, Severus and Harry! You are now bound according to our laws and customs. You may kiss each other."
Severus tilted Harry's chin up with his right forefinger and with his left hand he wiped the tears that had fallen onto Harry's cheeks. "I love you," Severus mouthed silently as he bent his head and kissed Harry firmly on the mouth. There were whistles and cat-calls from some of the assembled guests as well as a round of applause as they kissed a bit more. Harry didn't want it to end, but knew it must. He started to grin like an idiot when Severus' mouth finally left his. His whole body felt as if it was floating.
Ron slapped both of them on the back, but Neville settled for shaking their hands. Despite knowing Severus a bit better now, Harry didn't think Neville had quite forgotten the snarky Potions master of their school careers and was not up to slapping him on the back. After many more congratulations from the other guests and poses for photographs, everyone went into the marquee ready for the reception meal. Harry's jaw was beginning to ache as he was smiling so much. Everything had a dreamlike quality to it, nothing felt quite real... nothing except for Severus' arm on his as he led Harry to the top table and then released him to pull out his chair.
Harry's cake was on a small table off to the side and Harry was gratified to hear some people compliment it on their way to the other tables dotted around the marquee. Molly Weasley had done a wonderful job of organising everything; the decorations were elegant and understated, just a few flowers entwined with ivy leaves to match the cake. The plates, cutlery and glassware were all sparkling under the candlelight chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
The green-robed wizards who had been unpacking things yesterday were now wearing short white robes, black trousers and bow ties and acting as waiters. They served the bridal party first with their starters: a selection of different types of melon with all of the different colours arranged artfully on the plates. It was light and refreshing and Severus and Harry had both thought it would be better for a summer wedding than soup. The main course was roast turkey with all the trimmings and by the time the profiteroles and ice-cream arrived for dessert, Harry wondered if he'd ever find room for it. He made a valiant effort, but only managed about half before Arthur Weasley announced it was time to cut the cake.
Severus stood and held out his hand to Harry. Holding hands and smiling at each other, they both made their way over to the cake and lifted up the silver knife. Harry saw their names and the date were engraved on the blade; he wondered if Severus had arranged that so they would have a keepsake of the day. They both drew the knife down to the bottom tier and it slid in easily, much to the amusement of the other guests, who giggled and whistled at intervals.
"Give him a kiss, Severus!" Someone from the crowd shouted, but Harry didn't recognise the voice.
Severus waggled his eyebrows and pulled Harry towards him. He kissed Harry, hard and deep before dipping him down and continuing to kiss Harry breathless. Harry could do little else but cling to his new husband and hope he wouldn't fall flat on the floor.
He needn't have worried. Severus would always be there to catch him.
TBC
A/N: This story will be on hiatus for a while, due to too many things to mention but it is not abandoned :)