The World Keeps Its Own Secrets - Chapter 11
Title: The World Keeps Its Own Secrets
Author: neddiheht
Rating: A possibly racey R in places
Pairing: Snarry (Severus Snape/Harry Potter)
Word count: 1116
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Severus Snape and all other characters, places, etc. from the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K. Rowling. No claim of ownership is intended by this piece of fan fiction.
Summary: When Harry is sent back in time to avoid the killing curse, he finds himself in a mask of his own creation, faceless, voiceless, friendless, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for his sole confidante, Albus Dumbledore. But one of the professors is suspicious, and won't let the secrecy of the new Defense professor go.
A/N: This is the final chapter. I hope everyone enjoys, and comments are always appreciated.
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"Do you really believe I should have let you die?" asked Harry very softly as they arrived at the now pristine townhouse at Grimmauld Place.
"I would never have wanted, Harry, to be the cause of your death," said Severus. "Unlike your friend Granger who can only guess at the risks you took... I know, Harry. Aqua Vitae is considered mythical for a reason," he shook his head. "No wizard would dare to risk it."
"But Severus," said Harry, turning to face him as he dragged him slowly, step by step, towards the bedroom he intended them to share, "I did cause your death. And I knew, and I... I had to try. I love you."
"It's been fifteen years."
"And I still feel it here," said Harry, pressing a hand against his heart. "We have a lifetime. We finally have a lifetime to spend together, Severus. We have both sacrificed enough," he leaned in briefly for a kiss. "Now you are mine, and I am yours. Forever. One soul. Bound."
"Albus intended that we..." Severus' voice was hesitant.
"I know. He intended you finding me, seeing me as I am, to separate us. He assumed that you would see me and run."
"Do you want me to run?"
"Never again, Sev," he said, stepping up to the man and slowly unbuttoning Severus' robe, button by agonizing button. "I meant it. I am yours."
Severus stopped Harry's hands from their work on his robes, pulling them away from the buttons and kissing them, and then his lips, softly. So tender. He'd forgotten how gentle this man could be, how delicate his touch could be, how delicious the taste of his lips. Harry shuddered. "Missed you, Sev."
Severus smelled of hospital and cleanliness, but even a year of constant cleaning spells hadn't been able to eradicate the powerful smell of the potions laboratory from the man's flesh. Harry breathed it in. He'd missed this. The private closeness. The taste of his skin and his lips, drowning in the breath of his love.
Harry dragged his fingers along the side of Severus' face. "You're so beautiful."
"I'm not," said Severus quietly.
Harry smiled, leaning in to taste Severus' lips again. "You are beautiful to me. You will always be."
They'd reached the door of the bedroom. Harry pulled Severus into him, wrapping his arms around the tall man and resting them crossed behind Severus' back, resting just above his arse. "I bound myself to you, Severus. Until the world is dust. We have endured so much." He leaned his head against Severus' chest. "I'm so sorry, Sev, that I left you so alone, knowing what it was that you'd have to go through."
Severus brushed a hand through Harry's shaggy mop of nearly black hair and kissed him gently on his forehead. "We both had a duty we could not control. We sacrificed our lives and our youth to it. You lived under a cloak of fear and hopelessness to stay hidden. I hid my mind from the world and from the Dark Lord. The world kept its secrets. But Harry, my love," he crooked a finger under Harry's chin, tilting it up so he could place a gentle kiss on Harry's lips, "It is done, and we are free."
Harry smiled at that, taking hold of Severus hand and dragging him to the bed. Harry pulled off his Muggle style tshirt. Where once Harry had sported a six pack and well muscled features, a year of living sleeplessly off of potions had taken a toll. His skin was deathly white, his ribs showing along his chest. Severus gasped at the sight, remembering the hale and healthy young man he'd known. He knew what it meant. Harry had been living on his magic, on the same sort of nutrient potions that had kept Severus alive for the past year. Severus knew his own body bore the scars of such treatment, but to see it on Harry as well.
Severus closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Harry's. "You should have lived, Harry... you sat and watched me and you should have lived."
Harry pressed a finger against Severus' lips. "The world was still keeping secrets and so was I. That's over now." Harry's hands deftly slipped buttons from their holes and Severus robe fell to his feet. Then a vest, and an ascot. By the time Harry reached the loose flowing shirt, his patience was frayed enough to simply rip it from Severus' body. Severus too was painfully thin, and always had been. But Severus had been under the care of the healers at St. Mungos, and they had not allowed his body to decay in the ways that Harry's so clearly had. The snake that marked their bonding had settled coiled up the left side of his chest, it's head over Severus' heart.
"I want us to live, Harry," said Severus, his voice a whisper against Harry's cheek.
Harry's unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall to the floor and then shucked his red and gold silk boxers. His breathing was deep, his voice breathy and sultry. "Severus..."
Merlin, he'd missed that voice. Harry's voice. The piece of him that Harry had let him have... only him. It wrapped around Severus and held him safe and made him feel wanted, made him feel... it made him feel. It was something outside of duty, something for him. To feel. To live. Severus dropped his own trousers then, letting them pool at his feet with the silk boxers he favored and pressed his desire against Harry. "Let us live, my love."
"Merlin, Sev..." said Harry, falling backwards on the bed and pulling Severus with him. "I've wanted..."
Severus breath caught as they landed together, their bodies ready and pressed against each other. "So much..."
Then there were no words. They had loved in secret, touched in secret, whispered quiet silent love, and their pent up need had not forgotten. Together they thrust in painful desperate friction against each other, until at last a quiet spell was spoken, and long delicate fingers delved into Harry to ready him. If there was any cry of pain it was made silently into the mouth of the other, as they kissed with a passion meant to make up the years of loneliness they'd each suffered, the years of waiting without hope.
Together they joined, their willful silence slowly abandoning them as they wrapped themselves in each other and shared the joys of ecstasy. And when Harry was full with the love of his beloved potions master, they lay together basking in their love, wrapped tightly in each other's arms, and they slept, finally content.
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Author: neddiheht
Rating: A possibly racey R in places
Pairing: Snarry (Severus Snape/Harry Potter)
Word count: 1116
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Severus Snape and all other characters, places, etc. from the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K. Rowling. No claim of ownership is intended by this piece of fan fiction.
Summary: When Harry is sent back in time to avoid the killing curse, he finds himself in a mask of his own creation, faceless, voiceless, friendless, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for his sole confidante, Albus Dumbledore. But one of the professors is suspicious, and won't let the secrecy of the new Defense professor go.
A/N: This is the final chapter. I hope everyone enjoys, and comments are always appreciated.
---
"Do you really believe I should have let you die?" asked Harry very softly as they arrived at the now pristine townhouse at Grimmauld Place.
"I would never have wanted, Harry, to be the cause of your death," said Severus. "Unlike your friend Granger who can only guess at the risks you took... I know, Harry. Aqua Vitae is considered mythical for a reason," he shook his head. "No wizard would dare to risk it."
"But Severus," said Harry, turning to face him as he dragged him slowly, step by step, towards the bedroom he intended them to share, "I did cause your death. And I knew, and I... I had to try. I love you."
"It's been fifteen years."
"And I still feel it here," said Harry, pressing a hand against his heart. "We have a lifetime. We finally have a lifetime to spend together, Severus. We have both sacrificed enough," he leaned in briefly for a kiss. "Now you are mine, and I am yours. Forever. One soul. Bound."
"Albus intended that we..." Severus' voice was hesitant.
"I know. He intended you finding me, seeing me as I am, to separate us. He assumed that you would see me and run."
"Do you want me to run?"
"Never again, Sev," he said, stepping up to the man and slowly unbuttoning Severus' robe, button by agonizing button. "I meant it. I am yours."
Severus stopped Harry's hands from their work on his robes, pulling them away from the buttons and kissing them, and then his lips, softly. So tender. He'd forgotten how gentle this man could be, how delicate his touch could be, how delicious the taste of his lips. Harry shuddered. "Missed you, Sev."
Severus smelled of hospital and cleanliness, but even a year of constant cleaning spells hadn't been able to eradicate the powerful smell of the potions laboratory from the man's flesh. Harry breathed it in. He'd missed this. The private closeness. The taste of his skin and his lips, drowning in the breath of his love.
Harry dragged his fingers along the side of Severus' face. "You're so beautiful."
"I'm not," said Severus quietly.
Harry smiled, leaning in to taste Severus' lips again. "You are beautiful to me. You will always be."
They'd reached the door of the bedroom. Harry pulled Severus into him, wrapping his arms around the tall man and resting them crossed behind Severus' back, resting just above his arse. "I bound myself to you, Severus. Until the world is dust. We have endured so much." He leaned his head against Severus' chest. "I'm so sorry, Sev, that I left you so alone, knowing what it was that you'd have to go through."
Severus brushed a hand through Harry's shaggy mop of nearly black hair and kissed him gently on his forehead. "We both had a duty we could not control. We sacrificed our lives and our youth to it. You lived under a cloak of fear and hopelessness to stay hidden. I hid my mind from the world and from the Dark Lord. The world kept its secrets. But Harry, my love," he crooked a finger under Harry's chin, tilting it up so he could place a gentle kiss on Harry's lips, "It is done, and we are free."
Harry smiled at that, taking hold of Severus hand and dragging him to the bed. Harry pulled off his Muggle style tshirt. Where once Harry had sported a six pack and well muscled features, a year of living sleeplessly off of potions had taken a toll. His skin was deathly white, his ribs showing along his chest. Severus gasped at the sight, remembering the hale and healthy young man he'd known. He knew what it meant. Harry had been living on his magic, on the same sort of nutrient potions that had kept Severus alive for the past year. Severus knew his own body bore the scars of such treatment, but to see it on Harry as well.
Severus closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Harry's. "You should have lived, Harry... you sat and watched me and you should have lived."
Harry pressed a finger against Severus' lips. "The world was still keeping secrets and so was I. That's over now." Harry's hands deftly slipped buttons from their holes and Severus robe fell to his feet. Then a vest, and an ascot. By the time Harry reached the loose flowing shirt, his patience was frayed enough to simply rip it from Severus' body. Severus too was painfully thin, and always had been. But Severus had been under the care of the healers at St. Mungos, and they had not allowed his body to decay in the ways that Harry's so clearly had. The snake that marked their bonding had settled coiled up the left side of his chest, it's head over Severus' heart.
"I want us to live, Harry," said Severus, his voice a whisper against Harry's cheek.
Harry's unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall to the floor and then shucked his red and gold silk boxers. His breathing was deep, his voice breathy and sultry. "Severus..."
Merlin, he'd missed that voice. Harry's voice. The piece of him that Harry had let him have... only him. It wrapped around Severus and held him safe and made him feel wanted, made him feel... it made him feel. It was something outside of duty, something for him. To feel. To live. Severus dropped his own trousers then, letting them pool at his feet with the silk boxers he favored and pressed his desire against Harry. "Let us live, my love."
"Merlin, Sev..." said Harry, falling backwards on the bed and pulling Severus with him. "I've wanted..."
Severus breath caught as they landed together, their bodies ready and pressed against each other. "So much..."
Then there were no words. They had loved in secret, touched in secret, whispered quiet silent love, and their pent up need had not forgotten. Together they thrust in painful desperate friction against each other, until at last a quiet spell was spoken, and long delicate fingers delved into Harry to ready him. If there was any cry of pain it was made silently into the mouth of the other, as they kissed with a passion meant to make up the years of loneliness they'd each suffered, the years of waiting without hope.
Together they joined, their willful silence slowly abandoning them as they wrapped themselves in each other and shared the joys of ecstasy. And when Harry was full with the love of his beloved potions master, they lay together basking in their love, wrapped tightly in each other's arms, and they slept, finally content.
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