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The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 850 - Follows: 1,258 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 16 A big thank you to: Puzzle me this and Jedi3060 for Beta reading. HPHPHPHPHPHP Claws scrabbled over dead tree logs as the animal raced his way through the forest. Its furred, hind legs bunched together as he made a powerful leap across part of the lake, pursuing his prey. The outsider would come; his howl had been a demand for action, a thirst for dominance over he who dared to mate with his pup. The russet haired wolf sat, strong incisors escaping his mouth as he panted. It was the first time in years that the potion to dull his senses had been forgotten. His weaker human self was pushed far back into the recesses of his mind, allowing him to be wild for the night. If there weren't more pressing matters to attend to, the wolf could have been hunting and enjoying the night air; perhaps even seeking out a human or two to bite. There were many humans residing in the stone den not too far away. A powerful burst of magic was keeping the wolf at bay, however, causing him to avoid that particular temptation. Suddenly another howl ripped into the moonlit night, and the russet haired wolf crouched down into an attack position. His fur fluffed to give the illusion of size; a thunderous growl vibrating in his throat. A menacing pair of amber eyes became visible through the foliage. The intruder was sizing him up, debating if he was a threat or not. The werewolf already knew his opponent was

bigger than himself. The gap in size was evident when eventually the shadowy werewolf emerged, far taller and more muscular than he. The smaller brown, wolf did not cower away, even when the opposing beast let his own jagged teeth slide into view. His paws remained firmly planted on the dusty ground. He was fighting for the safety of his own pack, his cub. This interloper had dared to steal his charge away from him and now he would pay. They circled each other, teeth bared, thick tails lashing in rage, twin pairs of amber eyes narrowed in fury. Eventually the bigger wolf stopped and stalked forward. "My territory," it snarled. "My territory first." The smaller wolf countered, challenging his larger rival. "Mate is here; I am stronger. I will fight you for him." The black werewolf slammed his paw into the ground, letting the other see just how powerful he was. "Pup is here. Part of my pack," Lupin stated. That statement briefly caught Artemis' attention. Did this werewolf see his mate as part of his pack? He vaguely remembered Severus mentioning that this wolf called Lupin saw his mate as something to protect. The werewolf might have been on his territory but it wasn't because he was trying to steal his mate. Artemis relaxed a little, allowing the fur to lie flat on his back. He realised his mistake seconds after he had done it. In the short time he allowed himself to relax, Lupin had launched himself across the small gap between them, eyes blazing, claws fully extended. Within seconds Lupin had his sharp teeth firmly hooked within his scruff. Enraged, Artemis reared up onto his hind legs, shrugging his shoulders violently in attempt to get the inferior beast off. Lupin stayed attached, his knife long teeth sinking deeper into Artemis' flesh. In pain Artemis ducked to the ground, rolling on top of Lupin in an attempt to squash him underneath his bulkier weight. Feeling the hold on his neck loosen, Artemis whipped his muscular neck around and grasped Lupin's hind leg within his mighty jaws. He was tempted to bite down until he felt the satisfying crunch of bone between his teeth, but instead he pulled up and swung the werewolf into a nearby tree, watching with satisfaction as the brown wolf slid down to the ground. The smaller wolf whimpered, clearly in pain, but still managed to get up. His shoulders were shaking; his back leg dripping blood onto the forest floor. Artemis slunk forward, jaws opening to grab Lupin about his neck, when the inferior creature caught him by surprise once again, raking his claws against Artemis' chest. Howling in pain, Artemis leapt back feeling the angry lacerations now adorning his chest. Lupin snaked forward, more reptile than wolf, lashing out with his own teeth while attempting to grab Artemis' forelegs in a hold.

Artemis danced out of his reach, chest heaving with the effort and snarled down at Lupin. "Why do you fight? Mate is already claimed!" Artemis placed a heavy forepaw on Lupin's neck, halting his movements. "You are not worthy ." Lupin snarled, teeth gnashing. "Your other self detests my cub; you're making him suffer. Only mated because he was powerful. Other self already tried to mate with another." An image of a female human, with red hair like the sunset and flashing green eyes suddenly filled Artemis' head. Lupin was right, there was a flash of affection from his human mind, warmer than any feelings he had towards his mate. "No!" Artemis growled, his paw pressing Lupin further into the dirt; ignoring the gasping sounds he could now hear. That was a past feeling, an echo of something his human mind used to feel. Artemis had felt the feelings shared between his mate and human self. It was hot and intense like burning embers of a fire. The human part of him was scared to admit it, but there were strong emotions there, Artemis was certain. "I, Artemis chose my mate. He senses it too."Artemis removed his paw slightly, allowing the smaller wolf to breathe. In his limited way of understanding, Artemis could now start to see why this werewolf wanted to challenge him. From Lupin's perspective, Artemis had only bonded to save his skin, which had truly not been the case. Crashing sounds echoing through the forest caught both of their attentions, ears flickering and swivelling towards the sound. Artemis caught the smell first, identifying it as his mate, Lupin just after. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry stumbled blindly through the forest, trying to ignore the shooting pain travelling from his backside into his spinal column. His face was scratched by stray twigs, his hands caked in mud from where he kept falling down, but still he plodded forwards towards the sounds of wolves. He couldn't let Artemis and Remus hurt each other, or even worse, let one of them kill the other. He knew werewolves were territorial, and there was already tension between Severus and Remus. Harry couldn't be responsible for another death. Breaking through yet another barrier of brambles and thorns, Harry finally came upon the two wolves. Artemis, easily the bigger and stronger of the two, was pinning Remus to the ground, who was watching him in rapt fascination. Artemis turned his amber eyes towards him, which were narrowed in anger. Not understanding what Harry had done to deserve such venom, Harry took a few steps back. Remus suddenly seemed to have a burst of energy, straining underneath his assailant to get at Harry. The black werewolf dragged the smaller one back, and away from Harry, alarming Harry that Artemis was going to kill him. "No Artemis!" Harry shouted jogging forwards despite his pain.

Artemis snarled at him through a mouthful of brown fur, clearly attempting to tell him something. Harry was transported to the night having first met Remus in his wolf form, and how the wolf hadn't known who he or his friends were, and the explanation from Remus earlier that all werewolves wanted to infect and bite other humans. Artemis might have been exempt from this common trait they all shared, but if Remus hadn't taken his potion tonight Looking at the way Remus was fixated on him, saliva spilling out of his mouth, Harry suddenly understood the reason for Artemis' anger, and quickly transformed into Apollo. Almost immediately Remus stopped struggling, recognition flaring in his eyes. "Foolish mate!" Artemis snarled, sounding remarkably like Severus at that point. Ignoring the reprimand, Harry ran over to them, placing himself between the scrapping wolves. "Leave Remus alone Artemis!" Harry growled himself, showing his own tiny teeth. Remus whined at him, but Artemis didn't let go. "Remus is part of my pack, as are you." Harry forcefully told the wolf again, feeling his muzzle pull back into a snarl. Slowly, reluctantly Artemis spat out the fur as if he had eaten something disgusting. He sat down on his haunches, wrapping his tail around his paws. His pelt was still bristling in anger, but he had done what was asked. Remus slowly got up, pushing his warm nose into Harry's fur. Harry allowed himself to be snuffled by the werewolf, ignoring the rumbling growl that grew louder in Artemis' throat. When Remus reached his hindquarters, his broad head suddenly swung around, eyes blazing at Artemis. "Cub is injured." Alarmed Artemis took a step forward to see for himself, but Remus stepped forward and barred his way. "Not worthy!" Remus lunged at Artemis and Harry could only watch in horror as the two tussled on the ground in a furious mix of claws, teeth and fur. Shifting from one furred paw to the other Harry attempted to launch himself into the fray as well, only to be flung aside by the large black muzzle of his mate. Whimpering Harry fell onto his back, his legs flailing in the air and tail thumping against the ground hopelessly. Rolling as a turtle would, he eventually managed to right himself, just in time to see Artemis catch Remus with a strong forepaw about the head, the crunching sound echoing for all to hear. In dismay Harry scrabbled forward, almost forgetting how to run with four legs in his haste. He went to transform back into a human as his paws were useless for determining if Remus was alright or not. As he reached the lifeless form of the shaggy brown werewolf, Artemis growled furiously.

Harry whipped around and planting himself in front of his friend he looked up at his mate and snarled straight back. If the situation hadn't been so dire, Harry's pitiful snarl might have been comical. His mate seemed even more enraged, fur bristling as he crouched down into an attack position. The grey wolf held his position, refusing to let himself be dominated or pushed aside. Without either of them noticing, Remus had gotten up and was limping across to Harry. Softly the werewolf moved him aside and attempted to meet Artemis' challenge despite his injuries. Harry whined and tried to move in front of the brown wolf, but he was pushed back inbetween the much larger wolf's legs. Remus swung his head down to face his own, much smaller grey one. "You are pack. You need protection." He tried to explain. "Artemis is pack too, he's my mate. The bond is consummated, there's nothing you can do now." Harry wriggled out from under Remus and went to stand by Artemis. Artemis was clearly unhappy with Harry, meeting his mate with a furious rumble of the chest. However the wolf sat, realizing the futility of the situation. Growling Remus also sat, both werewolves staring at each other in hostility. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus had watched in morbid fascination as Lupin fought. Here was the werewolf that had terrified him all those years ago. Now sharing a mind with Artemis, he did not find the werewolf that had haunted his teenage dreams quite so frightening. That didn't mean he wanted to be in a meaningless fight with the beast, and so far Artemis had ignored all of his attempts to reason with him. Even threatening the wolf with the information that Harry would not forgive him for killing his only link to his parents hadn't deterred the wolf's anger. It had taken Severus a while to realize that Artemis was not trying to kill Lupin, he was simply holding the other wolf at bay. Severus could feel the strength of Artemis' wolfish body. He could easily slice into Lupin with his razor-sharp claws or break his neck with a forepaw. Artemis was merely toying with Lupin. Somewhere within the wolf's mind he knew that killing Lupin was not a good idea, and the wolf was fighting with his animal instincts. Surely Lupin could see what Artemis was attempting to do, and that had to reassure the small werewolf that Artemis was indeed the right mate for Harry. Until, of course, the subject of Lily had been brought up. That explained why Lupin was not accepting their mating. He had loved Lily yes, but that was the key word, loved. Despite the fact that she had died, she had also picked another man to be with. No one seemed to understand that the love he had felt for the woman was not dissimilar to the love Harry held for the Granger brat. Severus had never deterred the fact that it was romantic love. It was far easier for others to believe it had been a romantic love and save him the torment of being ridiculed for having an interest in men.

Of course it hadn't helped that he had tormented the boy for many years and Lupin would of course witnessed this, both first hand and more than likely from the mouth of Harry. Artemis knew of his feelings before he admitted them to himself, however that did not excuse his actions earlier. Severus was still filled with remorse about what had transpired between he and Harry earlier this evening. Next time he would have to be gentler, teaching Harry the ways of sex. Immediately he scolded himself. How could he even contemplate a next time? No, he was just a monster like everyone thought him to be. Besides now with the bond completed there really was no reason to associate with Harry any longer. That sounded flat even though he tried to convince himself of it. While there might be underlying feelings for the boy, the best thing Severus could do was not hound the boy. He was eager to couple with Harry once again, but under better circumstances this time. Confused by his emotions and miserable from his actions, Severus barely noticed when Harry stumbled into the clearing the wolves had been using as their battle ground. Immediately he wanted to shake the boy for his damn Gryffindor antics. There was courage and there was foolish disregard for consequences. Did he not realize the implications of stumbling into a fight with werewolves, one of which wasn't his mate? Thankfully Artemis was having the same thoughts, and had noticed that Lupin had suddenly perked up at the smell of human. In his rage and without the potion, Lupin was completely feral and probably wouldn't recognize Harry as something to protect. "Change!" Severus found himself screaming, when he felt Artemis begin to struggle with Lupin. That damn idiotic boy! He was going to be attacked and still he demanded that Lupin be spared. Just because Artemis hadn't bitten him, it didn't mean that other werewolves were not that way inclined. Eventually the simpleton seemed to understand what was happening and transformed into his Animagus form, effectively halting Lupin's desire to maim. Severus was surprised at how venomously Harry was defending his former teacher. He had no idea that Harry had been so attached to the man, but Severus supposed it made sense considering Lupin was probably the closest thing to a family Harry had left. Severus said as much to Artemis, who was finally beginning to listen. It didn't help matters when Lupin declared that Harry was injured and Severus knew instantly it was his fault. The boy had only just recovered from Draco's attack only to be ravaged by an older man. The boy was truly resilient, but that didn't help relieve Severus' shame. Artemis had been so fixed on a potential threat to his mate that he had completely bypassed Harry slumped on the cold floor of the dungeon. The werewolf had begun to consider the fact that perhaps he wasn't a worthy mate for Harry. "Do not blame yourself for his injuries. It was I who caused them." Severus tried to reassure his beastly counterpart.

"We are same." Artemis had simply answered. "You cannot be held responsible for your basic instincts to protect our mate and territory." Severus was silenced as Harry stood in-between the pair of them, demanding that Artemis wasn't to be harmed either. He could feel the wolf sit down in anguish. They were in a stalemate. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP The Wolves regarded each other, both held in place by a wolf that barely came up to their knees. It was Lupin that still made the motions that he was going to attack Artemis, only to stop and remain still by a growling grey wolf. "We are not humans. Wolves fight!" Lupin tried to explain, to the young wolf he saw as part of his pack. "And I say neither of you are attacking the other. This is ridiculous." Harry sat in the clearing, his breath escaping him in an annoyed huff. "Artemis is my mate." He directed at Lupin. "Remus is my pack." He turned to Artemis. "Neither of you should be fighting the other. There are much larger things to be fighting over rather than mates and packs." Both werewolves jumped to their feet in outrage. This tiny human could not possibly understand that to them it was everything. When they were human that was different; other things took precedence. Looking at each other, teeth bared, they knew that this was fruitless. Neither would attack the other with the possibility of Harry getting harmed. This would have to be fought at a different time and location, without Harry's knowledge of it. Lupin stood first, licking in submission the corner of Harry's mouth with a rough tongue . With a barely repressed snarl and an angry flick of his tail, Lupin ran off into the night. Harry waited before looking up at Artemis. The black werewolf regarded him for a few moments, before swiping his tongue across his chest wounds in a nonchalant sort of way. Trying to balance on his hind legs, Harry attempted to sniff at the wounds Artemis had acquired. "You are foolish." The wolf told him in between rapid licks of his tongue. Harry had noticed that Artemis' speech was improving but decided now was not the time to comment on it. "Lupin would have bitten you." Artemis stopped what he was doing and looked at Harry with golden eyes. "I wasn't thinking. I was just trying to stop you," Harry explained, ears drooping from the scold. "I was not going to kill him," Artemis said as he flicked his tail, and settled down onto his forepaws so he was lying down.

Harry pressed his own pelt to keep the werewolf warm, concerned that his injuries might be tiring. "I didn't know that. I don't want either of you harmed." Artemis swung his head down in what appeared to be a nod, before sniffing the air deeply, almost pushing Harry sideways with the force of his lungs expanding. "He is important to you?" the wolf inquired, looking into the forest instead of at Harry. "He is my family," Harry answered. The werewolf seemed to consider this, his gaze still fixated at something in the forest. "I will not harm him," Artemis finally concluded, his fur prickling as though uncomfortable. "He is already mated," Harry tried to offer in a way of soothing the beast. "Not willingly," Artemis sighed heavily and rested his head on his paws. Getting the impression that Artemis wasn't telling him everything Harry let the issue drop. In silence they both surveyed the forest, Harry's ears standing to attention every time something scuttled across the ground. Artemis whined gently and pushed his nose against the thick fur of Harry's head. "I shouldn't have left mate in the stone den. You were injured." Artemis' golden eyes, which bored into Harry's, softened with a sad expression. "I'm fine honestly," Harry answered, tail wagging to prove it. "The human was too rough with you?" The wolf phrased it as a question. "A little but it was not unwilling." Harry stopped and flicked some dead leaves over with his paw, smelling them with his currently heightened sense of smell. "He regrets it, doesn't he?" Harry asked. Artemis wiggled his body uncomfortably. "Don't answer. The night is for us, remember? I can sort out the human problems out in my own time," Harry stated as he stood. "Are your injuries really bad?" The werewolf stood eagerly. "I am in good health." His broad black tail began to swish the air in anticipation. "Will you teach me to hunt?" Harry bowed down onto his front legs in a playful bow, barking happily. Artemis returned the bow and leapt off into the forest, hardly waiting as his young mate struggled to keep up with him. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Amber eyes watched the mated pair as they frolicked in the forest. His paw was held under his body painfully, his skin burning with the pain of bites and scratches. This fight was not

over. He would return with his own pack one day and destroy the werewolf that dared to hurt his pup. At the moment he wasn't strong enough, Lupin knew that, but Artemis wasn't aware that Dumbledore had asked Remus to go on a special mission. Remus was to try and sway the werewolves over to the light. With the recruits he could form his own pack, ridding himself of the useless mate his human counterpart had forced him to accept, and eventually find his own powerful mate. Perhaps his cub had the potential to be something great after all. The werewolf had never seen Harry's magic potential, so blinded had he been by that damned foul liquid. With Artemis gone and Lupin at the head of a pack, he would be something worth respecting, rather than hiding in the shadows. He could feel his human side recoiling in horror at the very notion, but the wolf wasn't stupid. He knew that Remus wasn't fully committed to mating with that human female. They had been forced into it. The werewolf tried to soothe his human self. There was no reason to keep her once they found their own standing within a werewolf pack. Then perhaps they could look for a mate that was more worthy of them. Limping he turned back into the forest. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP His belly full of rabbit Harry looked towards the sky, noticing that streaks of pink were beginning to lighten the night sky. Artemis padded towards him, a small bird dangling from his jaws. He dropped it at Harry's paws and pushed it forward with his muzzle. The werewolf sat back, his tongue escaping lazily from his mouth. Harry had noticed that the wolf's mood had improved at the prospect of providing Harry with food. They hadn't found any pheasant, which Artemis had been insisting they find. After he had asked the werewolf why that particular bird had been so important, Artemis had tried to explain that since it was Harry's favourite, it was imperative that they find some for him to try as a wolf. Harry didn't have the heart to tell him that it was chicken, not pheasant that was his favourite. Harry had found the act of catching your own food and eating it quite thrilling; sneaking up on your prey and the chase, which either resulted in you being fed or going hungry. In some twisted way he could see the appeal the Death Eaters had at hiding in the shadows and the chase they experienced. He wasn't sure if that thought was his wolfish animagus form coming out from him, or his own dark Slytherin side. Artemis noticed the sky was beginning to change and ate the bird himself when Harry merely looked at it. "Your instincts are excellent," the werewolf told him in regards to their evening hunting. "You have no bloodlust in you," Artemis also added. It was true. Harry enjoyed finding the prey and chasing it, but he had hesitated when it came to killing the animals, always waiting for Artemis to deliver the killing bite. "You will need to find some for the snake man," Artemis said as he rose and stretched, gesturing to the castle with his nose. "Come we need to return."

Sadly Harry padded after his mate, cursing that a full moon only occurred once a month. Everything was easier in wolf form with Artemis. The temptation to stay a wolf forever and just live out his days in the forest was great, but Remus' words kept coming back to haunt him. He had a mission to fulfil and others to save. Artemis and Severus could survive without him, but what about his friends? Hermione and Ron? And the Weasley family which had accepted him with open arms? If he could do anything to save them then he had to do it. Harry needed to see Dumbledore at some point. He had been putting off the man's invitations for extra 'lessons,' as he had been calling them. Harry needed to know all he could about his enemy and he needed to know now. His magic was realigned with his body, with the extra boost of Severus, and there was no longer reason to put anything off. As they reached their chambers, Harry transformed back into himself and supported Artemis as he slumped to the floor. Fur gave way to alabaster skin and bones cracked as they morphed into the body of a man. Harry stumbled under the dead weight of Severus as his transformation was complete. Struggling, Harry lifted the man under his arms and dragged him over to the bedroom. Severus was shaking, no doubt from the after affects of the ordeal, mumbling something to himself. The lacerations on his chest didn't seem to be bleeding, but they looked raw and angry. Kicking open the door to Severus' bedroom, Harry found an available chair that was handily available next to the man's bed. Severus must have moved it from his desk at some point. Despite his temptation to view the man in all his glory, Harry kept his eyes averted and looked around for something to cover the man with. The navy carpeted floor was cleared of anything, save for a few essays that had fallen down from the man's desk. There were no robes on the bed, or even behind the door, and Harry wasn't going to go looking through Severus' wardrobe. Improvising, he pulled the dark duvet cover off the bed and surrounded the man with it. Harry was trying in vain to ignore the images that, once again, plagued his mind as he looked at the four poster bed. Severus was ignoring him, semi conscious as he leaned heavily against the chair. Hesitantly Harry shook the man's shoulder, flinching slightly when cold, black eyes suddenly focused on his face. Feeling very much like a small infant rather than this man's partner, Harry managed to squeak out, "What should I do about these?" His rough fingers probed against the claw marks in the older man's chest. Harry wasn't a mediwizard. Should he bind them with bandages? They weren't weeping blood so Harry could see no purpose in winding gauze around them. Did the man need a blood replenishing potion or something to help knit the skin back together? Oh Merlindid Severus need to go to the hospital wing? Or did Dumbledore need to be informed?

"Potter cease in your internal ramblings." Severus' voice rasped across his thoughts. "My bathroom cabinet holds some potion vials. If it is not too much trouble, kindly stop your incessant worrying and grab me the vials that are red and deep blue." Harry got up immediately, ignoring the use of his surname and entered Severus' private bathroom. The cabinet was easy to find, and as much as Harry would have liked to look around this private aspect of his mate's life, he simply retrieved the required bottles and left once again. In the short time he had been gone, Severus' head had lolled onto his shoulder and his eyes kept shutting before snapping open once again, clearly fighting sleep. Harry felt a brief admiration for the man, knowing that Severus had never taken a day off from teaching. There were only a few hours before lessons started for the day and if Severus felt anything like Harry did, the mere fact that the man was conscious was astonishing. Quietly he came behind the man, gently tipping his head back against the wooden chair and holding the vial of red liquid to his throat first. The man drank it without question, which surprised Harry. He doubted anyone would drink a potion he handed to them, as it was common knowledge that Harry understood very little about potions. Severus drank both, his facial expression never changing, despite the pungent aroma that escaped both the bottles and infused itself within the room. Harry had to fight back against his own gag reflexes as the smell seemed to cling to everything. Deciding that they would both be comfortable elsewhere, Harry grabbed the older man once again under the arms, before dragging him across the short space to the bed. Exhausted, Harry collapsed on the bed along side Severus, trapping the older man's arm under his weight. Opening his eyes he jumped slightly, as the dark mark carved into the man's forearm was only centimetres from his face. Ignoring it, he simply pulled the covers over Severus's body so they covered him fully and waited as the man's breathing evened out into the obvious pattern of slumber. He fully intended to get up and sleep on his couch, but the living room seemed too far away and Harry's limbs were leaden with fatigue. Deciding that he would face the man's wrath later on, Harry simply dropped his glasses onto the floor and fell into a deep slumber. TBC Please review! Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 850 - Follows: 1,258 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 17 A big thank you to: Puzzle me this and Jedi3060 for Beta reading. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP So this was how it was to be? He stretched in the bed, finding his partner's side devoid of all warmth. Harry groped aimlessly on the floor for his glasses to visually confirm Severus hadn't simply got out of bed to get dressed. The room was empty, the chambers silent, and without a window into the bedroom, Harry had no idea what time it was. Once Harry had performed a Tempus spell and had a short panic attack at finding the time to be just after one, he sat up in the bed. Severus had clearly seen him lying here and had chosen to ignore him, not even waking him for lessons. It may have been an act of kindness on the man's part, leaving Harry to rest after the exhaustion of the past days, but Harry doubted that. His clothes from the night before were still on, crumpled and smelling faintly of sweat, making Harry feel disgusting. Leaving the bedroom, he pulled some clean clothes out of the trunk next to his sofa and locked himself in the bathroom. He was surprised that no one had come looking for him when he was absent from lessons once again. His shoulders sank heavily as he thought about the tremendous amount of homework and lesson notes that Hermione would undoubtedly have ready for him the next time they met.

He stripped off the offending clothes, turning on the shower, letting the water climb to a scalding heat. He brushed his teeth, he glared at his reflection in the mirror, his anger slowly burning inside. So Severus was going to play this game once again? Throwing down his toothbrush in disgust, not caring that it bounced from the sink and onto the floor, Harry entered the shower and let it sting him. As he revolved slowly his anger continued to bubble inside him, until he was forced to take a deep breath to calm down. He could understand the reason the man was avoiding him; heck, he could even hear Severus attempt to explain it to him yet again. The older man was convinced that their coupling yesterday had been forced, despite Harry's attempts to reassure him. He was not as stupid as Severus thought him to be. He knew Severus would be avoiding him because his morals had been compromised. Harry also knew guilt and shame was keeping the older man away. Before Harry would have attempted to explain things to the man; to reassure him in some way, but Harry was fatigued by this cat and mouse game they kept playing. The man might have had feelings for him, it might have been out of jealously or it could have simply been the bond that made Severus finally sleep with Harry. They had a tentative friendship after Harry's stay in hospital, and the man had all but admitted that it was he that wanted the bond, not his werewolf counterpart. Now with the bond complete Severus had fled once again, and Harry wasn't going to chase him; not this time. He had his own life to get on with; his studies, friends and even the potential to get the DA up and running once more. Remus' words still rung in his head from their talk yesterday and Harry knew he had been spending too much time on his Artemis problem. Harry alone could save this new world he had grown to love, and continue to protect his friends. How was he ever going to be ready if he was worrying about Severus and how their relationship was going all the time? The man had clearly made his decision and it was time for Harry to make his. Artemis was safe now and that was what Harry had wanted all along. His magic was strong once more; he could feel it coursing through his veins as easily as blood, as well as the combined force of Severus'. It was time to utilise this new power. Turning the shower off, Harry pulled his lobster red body from the cubicle, gingerly wrapping his body in a fluffy towel. He decided he would go and see how Remus was feeling then because it was pointless to return to lessons too this late in the day, Harry would take some time alone to figure out what it was he was going to do now. He knew Dumbledore had wanted to see him for a while regarding the search for Horcruxes, but Harry had avoided him at every mention. There were other plans that Harry could make to apply this new power, he just needed to figure out how. Roughly rubbing his hair dry, Harry dressed and looked at himself once again in the mirror. An emotion was swimming in his green eyes; one that he hadn't seen for the past few months. Determination.

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Silence was the best cure for a sleep deprived headache, and thankfully due to his sour mood and ferocious barking at the students within his classroom, Severus had been assured just that. It was the Gryffindor sixth years along with their Slytherin class mates; usually the most volatile of lessons. Harry had not been present, leaving a gap between Granger and Weasley, allowing Severus to deduce that the young man was still asleep. Usually that would have sparked an immeasurable amount of rage, that the young man dare to sleep through his lessons, however given the circumstances, Severus would allow it just this once. Severus had awoken to find the young man still asleep within his bed; his back facing him with his arms flung forward, hands relaxed into what reminded Severus of claws. If people represented their respective houses then Harry was definitely a Gryffindor lion. The boy had still been dressed from the night before, but Severus could see from his arms and from the memory of their coupling that Harry's skin was tanned into an almost tawny lion pelt, his thick dark hair shaggy like a lion's mane. Severus had pushed himself out of the bed, not in the least bit alarmed to see that he was still naked, and looked down at himself. He was unquestionably the serpent of Slytherin. Tall as the snake was long, and pale as the underbelly of which it slithered on. Loath to carry on down this path of self discovery, Severus had contemplated waking the boy but thought better of it. How Harry hadn't ended up back in the hospital wing after only just being discharged was beyond him. Coupled with the fact that he had been up all night with a pair of scrapping werewolves and he had an injuryit was the least Severus could do. Slipping out silently from the bed, Severus had dressed quickly and soundlessly, his dark eyes never moving from the prone form of Harry. Artemis had retreated deep within his mind, leaving Severus all alone for once in his thoughts. Despite his intentions to leave the boy alone for a while, Severus found himself moving around the other side of the bed to gaze down at his mate. He had relied on the young wizard a few hours ago. The marks upon his chest had faded, with faint remnants of pain; nothing Severus couldn't handle. He had heard Harry's thoughts as clearly as if the boy had shouted them across the room at him, and Severus had found himself touched at the boy's concern. He was still foolish and Severus could foresee the boy's constant worrying would be exasperating, but he hadn't left Severus alone to his own devices. It reassured the man that perhaps Harry was sincere when he said he wanted what had transpired between them. Harry didn't seem to be harbouring a grudge, he hadn't flinched away from the man when Artemis had transformed back, and he felt comfortable enough to share a bed. The possibility that Severus had overreacted seemed likely. He had gently brushed back Harry's fringe, letting his fingers linger in the soft tresses before leaving to start the day. He would let Harry come to him. Now that the bond was complete there was no insane desire to copulate, and perhaps this was it for the pair of them.

Now he was in lessons, Severus had begun to wonder if leaving the boy to wake on his own had been a foolish idea. The young man might have had questions, and knowing Harry's self doubts, the boy might have wanted reassurance from the older man. Severus doubted that his words about wanting to be with Harry would have been heard amidst their passionate joining. It had only been through anger and fear of loss that Severus had even mentioned it to the boy, words that he hadn't even uttered to himself. Now the older man was left feeling vulnerable, an emotion he had fought never to feel once more. He was someone who prided himself on being strong, unable to be manipulated by people's petty feelings, unable to be hurt once more by people he trusted. Now here he was, vulnerable to a sixteen year old. It unsettled him, made him want to lash out at the things around him. The class before him had already suffered, both sides losing points much to the Slytherins bewilderment. Yet at the same time there was a tiny seed of hope. Maybe Harry could be something to treasure, someone to depend on. The bell rang, shaking Severus from his thoughts. Not even bothering to see if his class had brewed the required potion correctly, Severus stood snarling, "Get out," and left the room via the connecting door. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Harry?" Remus looked sleepily out of his door. "Hi Remus, may I come in?" The russet haired man nodded, and moved from where he was blocking the entrance. He was still in his sleepwear and warmth in his cheeks alerted him to his embarrassment, yet if Harry wanted to see him, then looks be damned. "I wanted to make sure you were alright, after last night, I mean," Harry sat on the same sofa as last time, his green eyes almost piercing through the man's clothes. Remus sat in the arm chair, attempting to stop his jaws from splitting into a huge yawn. "I'm fine Harry, it's not the first nor the last time I will be in a fight with another of my species," Remus attempted to say it in a calming almost fatherly way, but he couldn't stop his fingers trembling as he remembered what had happened during the night. Remus looked out the window, allowing a terse silence to fall over the room as he lost himself in his warring thoughts. It had been the first time since that incident in Harry's third year where he had forgotten to take the Wolfsbane potion. What had surprised Remus was how much he had enjoyed being a werewolf once again. At every transformation he had remained docile, curled up on the floor of the flat he shared with Tonks, never indulging in his animal instincts. Last night had been the only time he had felt truly free. Free to be who he truly was, unshackled by all the constraints placed upon him by society. Remus grew weary of living up to the person he was meant to be. People had always mistrusted him due to his "other self," making him compensate hugely in other ways.

He was always dependable; level headed and the first one of Dumbledore's pawns to leap into battle when needed. He had even bonded with Tonks, a woman he loved but not is true mate, all in the act of concealing his animalistic side. Now he had a thirst to have his own pack, to be who he was truly meant to be, and to finally have others respect him. Where was the wizarding society throughout his life? No one had attempted to help when he needed a job to support himself; they had even tried to stop him from attending Hogwarts. Yes he was the unfortunate bearer of a potentially dangerous curse, but they hadn't even attempted to seek out alternatives. Thankfully it had been Dumbledore that had stepped into to help. A fact that neither of them had forgotten and perhaps that was why Remus always felt obligated to do as the older wizard asked, almost like a pet. Remus could hear the wolf within him now, snarling its discontent, and for once the man agreed with him. How long was he going to deny who he was to fit in with people that didn't accept him? Remus wasn't saying that he wanted to join the packs that ran for Voldemort. His loyalty was to James Potter, the man that had financially supported him and been his friend when others wouldn't. That loyalty transferred over to Harry when James had died and perhaps that was why the wolf had been fighting hard to protect what he saw as a cub. In some twisted way, the werewolf within him respected Artemis for claiming such a powerful mate, even if he believed it was for the wrong reasons. Clearly Remus had a lot to think about, but for now his attention needed to be on Harry. "I know you don't agree with my bonding with Severus, but he is my mate and I will defend him. You are part of my family as is he. I don't want you guys fighting again. I have very few people left in my life Remus. I don't want to lose you," Harry spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen. The boy's eyes were shining and Remus could already smell the salt from his tears lingering in the air. Sighing he rose, and sat next to his cub, gingerly pulling him in for a hug. They had never really been physically close, but Remus felt the time called for it. Harry relaxed into the hug, resting his head against Remus' collar bone. "I understand Harry, and I'm sorry we fought. Rest assured I won't be around the same area again on the full moon, so the chances of the wolves meeting are slight," Remus pulled back slightly, watching the emotions play across Harry's face. "I get the feeling there's something else you want to talk to me about. Do you want some lunch?" "A sandwich would be great." Remus shook his head at the insatiable appetite of young men, summoning the house elf that had been assigned to these rooms. With a crack, a small female house elf appeared, dressed in the Hogwarts uniform that were given to all the elves in Dumbledore's care. "Good morning Mitzi, if it's not too much trouble, could I bother you for some sandwiches and pumpkin juice for me and my companion?"

"Of course sir," The elf bowed low as others of her kind usually did, before disappearing once again. Within seconds she was back, a tray balanced upon her small hands which Remus took from her. He smiled his thanks but the elf had already disappeared once again. "Here take your pick," Remus offered the loaded plate to Harry, pouring them both some juice while the young man made his selection. One they were both comfortable, Remus broached the subject. "So what's bothering you?" "What you said to me yesterday struck a chord with me," Harry murmured through his mouthful of sandwich. "Struck a chord? Careful Harry your vocabulary is improving," Remus chuckled, while trying to figure out which part of their conversation the boy could possibly be thinking of. "About me playing my part in the war." "Ah I see. I apologize if it seemed like I was being callous in the way I phrased it. Rest assured the Order will do everything it can to support you and I know Dumbledore," Remus attempted but was abruptly halted. "Remus I didn't come here feeling sorry for myself," Harry's sharp words cut across his attempt at reassurance. The boy had placed his half eaten sandwich back on the plate and was looking at Remus with such determination it was hard not to become excited by it. It reminded him of the student that had come to him, willing to learn anything to drive back the Dementors. "So what is it you want Harry?" "I wanted your opinion on something. Ginny and a few of the others from the DA have asked me if I would start it up again." "Ah yes, Dumbledore's Army I believe. Well if that's the case then Harry, I think you should," Remus expected surprise to register in Harry, but the boy was showing nothing. "Actually Remus, I'd already decided to carry it on. I think it's important that everyone knows how to defend themselves when the war reaches its peak. We both know that learning the theory of a spell is different from the actual casting. There's only such much a lesson can prepare you for. What I wanted was your advice on something else." Remus watched as Harry cast about for what to say, his head tilting in a way that reminded him of Lily when she was about to pose a question to the professors back in their Hogwarts days. He waited patiently, chewing another sandwich to keep him awake. "I was wondering if the professors would mind teaching me areas outside their curriculum." "I'm not sure I understand you Harry." "Well do you think for example that McGonagall would teach me transfiguration spells that aren't on the syllabus? Nothing dark, of course, but things that would help me when I have to face him. I know that Dumbledore would have told the Order about the Horcruxes and

how I'm meant to find them. I can't do that while I'm in school and I'm sure whatever the professors could teach me would help, out there in the field," Harry stated. Remus was at a dilemma. Did he pretend as others did, that everything would be ok and Harry would remain at school until the end of his seventh year and then somehow miraculously find Voldemort without any aid? Or did he face the reality that was presented to him? Usually Remus would do everything in his power to reassure his cub that things would work out and that somehow the Order would save him from his terrible fate. It was a lie they had all been living, and Remus owed Harry the truth. In truth it was a good idea Harry had, he would need to run it past Dumbledore first, but knowing the older wizard the old man would encourage Harry to do whatever it took to prepare for his eventual meeting. The fact that Harry had come up with it on his own, showed that the boy was finally maturing. Maybe the bond with Snape had helped after all, or perhaps he wasn't giving Harry enough credit. "I think you will need to run it past Dumbledore first; it would be better if the request came from the Headmaster. The professors might be more willing to participate if he has requested it of them. Although I'm sure most will want to aid you," Remus laughed at the shock written all over Harry's face and at the boy's slightly open mouth. "I thought that you would tell me I was being silly and that the Order would take care of it," Harry said, clearly surprised at Remus' approval of his idea. "A few years ago I might have done. You are no longer a child Harry and you are finally facing up to your destiny. If you can take assistance in order for you to fulfil it then you're being wise. That doesn't mean to say we won't help you as much as we are able to," Remus just wished there was more he could do. He couldn't stay and teach Harry all he needed to know about the Dark arts, and he was sure Harry wouldn't be able to learn from him for long anyway. Harry had an aptitude for the subject. Remus had his own agenda that he needed to follow to help his cub. The remaining werewolves needed to be swayed to the light side, avoiding the tempting offer the Dark Lord was giving them. A few had already begun forming packs under his rule, disgusted by what the ministry was trying to force them into doing. While Remus and his kind were scorned by the wizarding world, it could very well tip the balance into Voldemorts favour if he had wolves running amok. All they needed to do was infect a few people each and their numbers would swell substantially. If Voldemort released them on a full moon onto unsuspecting witches and wizards well it wouldn't be long before the world would be in disarray. Harry finished the remains of his sandwich, watching Remus for any signs of imparting wisdom. Remus wanted nothing more than to take him away from all this, but it was hopeless. "Will you be staying at Hogwarts for much longer?" Harry eventually asked, breaking the silence that had become painful. "No, I'll be leaving this evening. I only came to see how you were doing after your attack with Malfoy. Unfortunately I have other things to take care of, now I can see for myself that

you are alright. That doesn't mean that you can't contact me if you need to speak to me, I know I'm not Sirius, however" "Trust me, you're more than enough," Harry interrupted him once again, this time with a shy smile. He stood, looking down at Remus with those wide eyes of his. "Say hello to Tonks for me?" Remus rose to his feet wearily and nodded. They awkwardly shook hands before laughing and embracing the other in a hug. "I will. Take care, Harry. Don't let Severus push you around," It slipped out before Remus had the chance to filter his thoughts. Afraid that he had pushed the limits, he opened his mouth to apologize. "I won't," Harry told him firmly, stepping back from the hug. The anger wasn't directed at Remus, making him wonder what Severus could have done. Artemis certainly seemed enthralled by the boy, surely Harry knew that. Harry offered him a last smile, before leaving Remus alone once more. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP The clattering of the students as they stuffed their faces, served as an endless annoyance to Severus. Especially on a day such as today, when all the man wanted were a hot shower and the comfort of his bed. None of his fellow professors attempted to converse with him, sensing the man was in one of his usual sour moods. Severus attempted not to maul his food on the plate in front of him, his tired, dry eyes unable to identify what he was eating. It had started off as a helping of mashed potatoes, a meat of some description and a colourful array of vegetables. After vigorous chopping from his utensils, his food resembled slop on a plate. Dinner only had about thirty minutes left until the torture ended and then finally Severus could bury himself in the mountain of marking and lesson planning that needed to be done. Thankfully the weekend was approaching, so the option of letting his work slip was available to him. Not that he would take it of course; his condition was not reason enough to let his duties slip. Severus could sense eyes upon him and he was surprised to feel a flair of warmth coarse through him at the potential thought it could be Harry. From his peripheral vision he was disappointed to see it was just Draco once again. Was the child still waiting for him to slip up? He had been avoiding his charge ever since their last meeting, and he wasn't doing his duty to keep an eye on him as instructed. He would need to schedule a meeting. Giving the boy a barely noticeable nod, he was relived to see grey eyes move away from their intense study and focus once again across the hall. They usually fixated on Harry, nothing surprising there. Harry hadn't lifted his head once from his food, appearing deep in thought about something. He had raised it on occasion to answer his friend's questions, before looking back down again. It seemed the boy was in similar spirits to his own. Severus had been astonished that his mate's gaze hadn't swung up to the teachers table; he was fully anticipating having to talk to his younger mate about subtlety, now that they were in a sexual relationship. If

that's what it was. Severus couldn't be certain Harry still wanted that from him. It was too early to tell. He was clearly troubled by something and it irritated Severus to no end that he wanted to know what it was. Pushing his plate away from him with his usual dramatic flair, Severus left the table, content in the knowledge that Harry might have realized the commotion and finally swung his arrogant head up to look. No that was cruel, Harry was anything but arrogant, and Severus now knew that. It would not help the situation by taking out his frustration on the boy. That would only set their tentative relationship back once again, and how would Severus ever seek forgiveness if the boy was traumatized by his harsh words once again? Rounding the corridor, Severus was just in time to see Dumbledore disappear up the stairs to his office with some dunderhead from the Ministry. It took Severus a few minutes to identify the man as Rufus Scrimgeour, the new acting head of the Ministry. Severus melted into the darkness of the wall, watching as the statue that stood guard over the staircase moved back, to conceal it once more. Why was the Minster here at Hogwarts? Natural curiosity filtered into Severus' brain despite his overwhelming tiredness, and he silently crept closer. Sounds echoed down the hallway from what appeared to be students returning to their common rooms. Instinctively Severus cast a quick invisibility spell to mask his presence. He might not have had a cloak like his young mate, but the spell was sufficient enough. Battling against his spy tendencies to observe everything around him, Severus was content to leave Albus to his meeting when a stray thought made him stop. What if the Minster was here because of the werewolf laws? As Minster Scrimgeour must not only have been aware of the new law, the man must have approved it. Was it possible his condition had been made public knowledge? Immediately the small brown werewolf from the night before leapt to mind. Lupin was a member of the Order, had he informed the Ministry as some sort of attempt to split Severus and Harry? Severus always was the best candidate for self preservation. Just as he was about to speak the password, the unmistakable sounds of footfalls alerted him to stop. Severus was bombarded with the sensation that someone familiar was coming down the stone corridor, his nostrils filled with the scent of recognition. Electricity seemed to flow down his body until he caught sight of Harry. Severus stiffened against the wall, pushing his body flat against it, hardly daring to breathe. Was it their strengthened bond that was affecting him this way? Harry seemed to be sensing something similar, his nostrils were flared as he smelt the air around him; green eyes darting into all the shadowy cracks were someone could hide. The boy looked around him, checking the coast was clear before softly calling out, "Severus?" The man remained still unsure as to why he was still concealing himself. The fact that Harry had come here; just moments after the Minister had Severus' guard firmly in place. Perhaps they had come to offer Harry a way out, turning Artemis in as payment? Wrestling with his

self doubts and how trustworthy the boy could be, Severus hardly noticed when Harry looked down at the floor sadly. "Forget about him Harry, you have more important things you need to do." The words although spoken softly, rang in Severus' ears. Harry wanted to forget about him? His instinct was to throw off the spell and lash out at his mate. Yet still he waited. It seemed that his actions from the night before really had caused a rift between them. Now that the bond was consummated and Harry's magic had returned to normal, the boy seemed unwilling to have him around. It seemed Severus' first instinct about Harry only wanting to save Artemis was proving to be true, and he was just an unwilling side affect that Harry just had to put up with. Ignoring the way his hands were curled up painfully, Severus followed the student up the stairs to the Headmaster's office. If they were involved in some plot to dispose of him, Severus needed to know all the facts. He didn't need to concern himself with the fact that Harry seemed to be heavy footed up the stairs, or that the boy was holding himself in such a way that indicated discomfort. It had very little to do with him in fact, Harry had, "more important things to do," Severus thought to himself, his inner voice dripping with scorn. The boy halted at the door, Severus only a few steps behind him. Harry's gaze once again turned towards him, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. After a few moments he turned his raven head back towards the Headmaster's office. "Your being stupid Harry." Out of simple curiosity, Severus gently probed Harry's mind. Harry was having a conversation with himself; the most prominent thought was that Severus no longer wanted him after their encounter. It seemed that leaving Harry alone in the bed had indeed been the wrong thing to do. It was almost laughable, how alike they both were. "I assure you Harry, what you're thinking isn't the case," Severus let the spell melt away. "I knew you were there," Harry didn't turn his shoulders rigid with tension. "Why are you here?" "I could ask you the same question," Harry spat back, still not facing his partner. "I'm here because I wanted to ask Dumbledore about something. Then I got this eerie sensation that not only were you near, but that you were following me," Harry's voice cracked a little, allowing Severus to come to the conclusion that he was hiding his emotions. "Curiosity," Severus whispered in answer to Harry's question, coming closer behind the boy. The younger man stiffened even more, if that was possible. Severus could hear his breaths become sharper, the pulse on Harry's neck becoming quicker. "I did not flee from you," Severus' arms came up, one winding it way around Harry's waist, his fingers from the other gently clasping Harry's throat.

The boy swallowed deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing against Severus' thin fingers. "You needed rest," Severus allowed his lips to come close to the shell of Harry's ear. "Your self doubts will destroy you." Harry spun in his loose embrace, pushing the man back in anger. "My self doubts?" the boy hissed furiously at him, the skin at the base of his neck flushing with colour. He opened his mouth to say more but then clamped it back down as he thought better of it. "This is hardly the place to be talking about this," Harry turned back towards the door. Severus pulled the boy towards him once more, forcefully this time. "Agreed, but do not wallow in foolish self doubting. Admissions of affection from me are a rarity. Do not take them for cheap words in the midst of passion," Severus was surprised he could even utter such words about self doubt. Was it not he who now found himself vulnerable to a sixteen year old? He had been so quick to leap to the assumption that Harry would betray him. Harry turned slowly to face him, his worries easily readable on his tanned face. Looking upon it Severus was surprised that he could ever or that he had ever thought such a thing from the boy. An emotion was flittering across his face one that Severus had not seen upon the boy and one he himself was afraid of. In response Severus moved his head closer to his mate's, gently placing his lips upon the boy's warm ones. It was tentative, with the intent to be reassuring and sure enough Severus could feel some of the tension melt from the body wrapped within his arms. This kiss was different from the others, not born from their insane urges to complete the bond, or out of anger. Severus could feel Harry's nerves as clearly as they were his own, and even he felt an unfamiliar sensation unfurl within the depths of his stomach. Severus pulled back, eager to carry on but they could not forget where they were. Sure enough the raised voices of the minster and the Headmaster were beginning to travel under the door. "Why don't you ask Harry yourself Minister?" He barely had enough time to detach from Harry and hide himself once more from view, as the door opened with a bang, illumining the corridor and revealing one very flushed Harry Potter. TBC Please review! Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 851 - Follows: 1,257 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 18 Hi, Sorry it's taken so long to update, I had a baby girl two months ago and as you can imagine, its been eating up a lot of my time. Thankfully now she's in some sort of routine, which means the updates should be more frequent from now on. Thank you for everyone who continues to read, and even more so for those who leave me a few words. It really does help to know what people think, every bit of encouragement is really motivating. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Ah Severus, thank you for escorting Harry to my office. Come let's leave Harry and the new Minister alone to discuss official matters." Severus knew Albus well enough to pick up on the older man's slight scorn, and judging by Harry's raised eyebrow the boy did as well. Severus looked over at Scrimgeour, not finding Fudge's replacement to be worthy of his attention. True the man's Auror skills were to be feared, yet he had fallen into the old habits of the last Minister. Scrimgeour was just as, if not more, desperate to create the illusion of safety for the Wizarding world. Within seconds Severus had already deduced what the man wanted with his mate, and he was not impressed. While he was trying to formulate words to convey his dissatisfaction, Albus took the opportunity to hustle them both from the stairwell and into his office. Severus didn't miss the distrust that lingered in the Minister's face, nor the brief darting look at his covered forearm. He felt his face pull into his usual sneer, daring the man into saying something to him. "Albus I wish to speak to the boy alone. It isn't something to be discussed in present company." At least the man was brave enough to be direct.

"Of course, I will retire with Severus to my private rooms. When you are finished Harry please remain in my office." Albus waved his hand carelessly at one of his office walls, conjuring the door to his quarters. Severus didn't miss the look of bewilderment present on Harry's face, and felt a small smile struggle to rise on his face. He remembered that as a student he too had thought Albus slept elsewhere, being that the Headmaster's office was located within a tower with only one small room present. When he had become a professor he had been informed of the simple illusion charm Albus used to keep his privacy hidden. Albus gestured for Severus to go first and he couldn't help but turn and look at his mate and the Minister. His face was set in a scowl, which of course elicited a similar response from the older man. Harry took advantage of the Minister's distraction, bestowing the briefest of nods towards him. Satisfied, Severus spun dramatically on his heel and left the office, robes billowing as he did so, joining the Headmaster as he walked in silence down the darkened hallway. Artemis finally made his presence known, his growls gaining in tempo as Severus left his mate further and further away. "Our mate does not trust him," Artemis eventually commented, his throaty growls infused with anger. "Harry can handle himself against people such as that," Severus responded, for once fully confident in Harry. Artemis settled down, after looking through Severus' memories of Harry defending himself. The beast calmed but remained alert in their shared subconscious. "I'd wager that Artemis' speech is improving," Albus' voice suddenly spoke from behind. Immediately Severus' mental blocks sprang into place, cursing himself for letting them slip, even momentarily in front of the meddlesome man. Chuckling, Albus raised his aged hands and Severus calmed at the sight of the black withered hand. A constant reminder that was Albus' demise. "I meant no harm, I'm relieved at this new development." The Headmaster walked around Severus, tucking his injured hand into the folds of his indigo robe. Opening his door he waited patiently for Severus to come inside. "Things have changed," Severus conceded, folding his arms in irritation. "So they have Severus, brandy or firewhisky?" Albus lit the fire wordlessly, infuriating Severus in the blatant act of showing off, and stepped over to an impressive drinks cabinet. "Brandy," Severus barked out, watching as the doorway melted back into the stone. Annoyance was flickering inside of him, slowly building into anger. Albus pressed a generous helping into his bony hand and chuckled once more. "Do not worry Severus; Harry is perfectly apt at handling Rufus." He settled himself comfortably into a plush purple armchair. "But perhaps a little insight wouldn't go a miss."

Just as Severus was about to offer a sarcastic barb, Albus conjured a large orb, its shimmering silvery surface reminding him of a large globule of water. Settling himself into a matching arm chair, Severus could only watch as the orb glowed brilliant mercury at its master's bidding. Artemis continued to watch, using their shared eyes as the face of their mate came into view, followed shortly by the bushy eyebrows of the Minister. "What does the Ministry want with Harry?" Severus took a long sip of his drink, relishing the familiar burn as it slid down his throat. "I believe Mr Scrimgeour is under the impression that Harry will become some sort of beacon for the Ministry. Our community is fragile with the return of Voldemort and it is to my understanding the Ministry will use Harry to calm the situation." "I thought as much, however it is not only the Dark Lord our world has to be concerned with." Albus didn't meet Severus' eye and the potions professor frowned in concern. What was the old man hiding from him now? "I believe that the Muggle born registration act will come into affect after my demise, as for the Werewolf lawthat harm is already done." Severus watched in concern as his mentor seemed to deflate into the chair. An icy hand of fear clutched at Severus' heart as he saw the Headmaster for the old man he really was. Severus felt as if he was on a precipice most of the time and now it felt like his safety net was being stripped away. How was he ever to manage the mammoth task of helping Harry defeat Voldemort? "How is Harry?" Albus' question was heavy with meaning. "He has recovered," Severus offered. "Your mental words maybe strong and second to none Severus, but we both know they will crumble before me so I'll ask you again, how is Harry?" Severus growled and downed the rest of his drink. Albus was just as ruthless as the Dark Lord, he just warned you before. "Our bond is consummated and nothing will harm him again," Severus ground out, glowing at the man who was his master. "He wishes to continue this bond despite your obvious dislike and disregard for his well being?" The sound of glass breaking was heard before Severus registered pain in his hand. Shaking his hand free of the shards, Severus mumbled a simple healing charm and breathed deeply. "Nothing will harm him again, as for my dislike that alone is for me and Harry to discuss." Severus didn't like the pleased look in Albus' eyes. "Very well. I expect you to help him carry out his mission as planned, despite any developments that might happen in your bonding. Though you might have to play a different role regarding Harry, our original deal still stands."

Severus could feel Artemis' confusion flooding through his body, and the man waited for the beast to find out the information about Draco, preparing himself for the ensuing anger. "NO!" Artemis snarled. "You will lose mate forever. He would not trust us!" The beast snarled, attempting to take control of his body. "It is because of Harry that I have to do this." Severus once again felt the churning sensation of sickness as he thought about what would happen should Draco fail. "Leave this place, take mate with us." Artemis attempted to think of a different plan, his despair combining with Severus' own. "I cannot," Severus answered weakly. "You will lose him," Artemis growled sadly before it trailed off into a pitiful whine. "We must all lose things in order to gain overall happiness." Albus glanced into his own glass for a long time, before eventually drinking from it slowly. To Severus it appeared as though the old wizard was contemplating saying something. "While many are in the dark about Harry's involvement in the war" "Harry included" Severus spat out before he could help himself. "Indeed, I believe it is for the best. If he were to learn about young Draco's intentions he would invest all his attention in rescuing me rather than the Horcruxes. Despite his affection for me being rather touching, it is imperative that he stop Voldemort now. The Ministry already contains scars of where his claws are dug, and I sense our world is about to fall into chaos." Albus looked towards the sphere, his eyes warming as he gazed upon Harry. "I do wish it fell to someone else, but alas Harry is the only one able to dispel this threat." He stood and retrieved another glass for Severus. Both wizards were halted as Harry's raised voice began to fill the room. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "So at last we meet Harry Potter." Harry watched with narrowed eyes as the man sat in Dumbledore's chair. His mind was still reeling with what had happened between himself and Severus earlier. "And you are?" The man's own eyes narrowed, his bushy eyebrows dropping in disapproval. "Rufus Scrimgeour" There was a pause before he sighed, eyebrows raised in despair. "Minister of magic." The man added gruffly when Harry didn't recognize the name. "The new Minister," Harry commented thoughtfully as he looked around the Headmaster's room. "Was there something you wanted to speak to me about?" Harry stood as he felt his

emotions reach the surface. Walking over to one of the many shelves, Harry turned his back to the man on the pretence of looking at the artefacts. "As you know Mr Potter, You-Know-Who has begun direct attacks upon the world." Harry let his hand fall away from the shelf, his eyes closed. Yes he knew what was happening. On occasion his tentative link with Voldemort would resurface while he slept, allowing him to bear witness to the many acts of violence. His hands clenched into fists without him even realising. He had to stop this deranged lunatic. "It seems as though my predecessor caused mistrust between the Ministry and the people." "It probably doesn't help you've been arresting innocent people," Harry stated angrily, turning to give the man a fierce look. "Whatever do you mean? No-one innocent has been arrested" Scrimgeour frowned, looking like an old lion, at least in Harry's eyes. "Dumbledore's been filling your head with" "Don't bring Dumbledore into this," Harry snapped, effectively cutting the man off. "Tell me, Minister," scorn crept into his voice, "what did Stan Shunpike ever do to warrant an arrest? Oh yes, I know all about that incident," Harry added, revelling in the displeasure radiating from Scrimgeour. The air was thick with tension, both men trying to stare the other into submission. "I see I've underestimated you Mr Potter." "Everyone usually does." Harry might have been in the dark about the werewolf laws, but that didn't mean he didn't know other things. He knew snippets of information from overheard conversations, most of the adults he knew were in the order after all. "Fair enough Mr Potter I'll get straight to it. It is my intention to have you represent the Ministry, a sort of figure head if you will." "You're going to use "The chosen one", as what? Some sort of Ministry mascot?" Disbelief flooded over Harry. This Minister was as bad as the old one. Making the same mistakes as Fudge had, trying to create an appearance of safety and security. Scrimgeour regarded him for a long moment, no doubt feeling the anger radiating from Harry. "Some would say it is your duty to be used by the Ministry." "Others might say it's your duty to checks people's innocence before chucking them into Azkaban. Either we've got Fudge, pretending everything's lovely while people are murdered, or we've got you, chucking people into jail." Harry took a step forward, surprised to see the Minister flinch. It was slight, barely noticeable, and it was only with Harry's heightened wolf sense that he saw it. Harry forgot that he was responsible for the demise of a dark wizard at birth, and he felt for the first time, he had some power over people. "Besides you forget that Remus Lupin is the closest thing to a parent I have. Why should I help the people enforcing this anti-werewolf law?"

"It is for the people that the law is in place. Werewolves are highly dangerous creatures that need to be monitored." "Or controlled," Harry spat, "you treat them as though they were barely human. Remus Lupin has given most of his life to the fight against Voldemort and how do you repay him? By offering him death or a forced bonding!" Harry took deep breaths to calm down. It was on behalf of Remus, and Severus, that he was so worked up about this. His mate had also given most of his life to the cause, going far beyond the call of duty to assist the light side. Yes he had made mistakes in joining with the Death Eaters in the first place, but had had repaid his debt time and time again, and where had it gotten him? Bonded to the son of a man who had made his teenage years miserable. Harry briefly compared it to being forced against his will to mate with the son of Draco Malfoy. The anger melted out of him. Only now was he was beginning to understand the situation Severus had first been put in. "Mr Lupin agreed to a consensual bonding with Tonks, who is a highly skilled Auror. He is fortunate that one of his kind could bond with someone such as she." Scrimgeour gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white, a small patch of red climbing up his neck. "You're delusional if you'd think I'd ever help you." Harry sat indicating the conversation was over. "Dumbledore has you well and truly in his pocket doesn't he? Why can't you understand that these" Scrimgeour gestured in frustration before taking a deep breath. "Monsters aren't pets. They purposely hunt humans and yet a small minority of the magical community believe them to be good, misunderstood beasts! Werewolves are dangerous killers who would not hesitate to tear you limb from limb, chosen one or not!" Hands slammed against the table as the man stood in a rage. "Not all werewolves are these despicable creatures you make them out to be." "Tell that to the families of Fenrir Greyback's victims. Think about my proposition. I'll let myself out." With a barely concealed look of scorn, the Minister shuffled out of the office, leaving Harry alone to stew. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "It seems I have also underestimated Harry," Albus commented thoughtfully as they watched events unfold. Severus couldn't help but feel some pride as Harry handled the situation, and while Harry might have used Lupin's name, Severus knew the fury was on his behalf. Artemis had been strangely quiet ever since Scrimgeour's declaration of werewolves being monsters. Severus could feel the wolf's concern regarding Harry's safety. Yet this was the first time he had felt Artemis apply it to himself. "You have never harmed Harry," Severus offered hesitantly. Comfort was not a feeling he expressed or felt comfortable with, and now reassuring a creature that he had until recently detested, made the words sound hollow.

"I thirst for other humans, want them dead." Severus was confronted with the images of Draco and the Dark Lord. "That is revenge and protection," Severus reassured. He had felt Artemis become more humanized since their minds became equally shared. The wolf's speech had improved, but he had also been bombarded with complex human emotions that his animalistic nature couldn't completely understand. "If you were dangerous Artemis, I would have made you leave," Albus suddenly interrupted and Severus felt his face crinkle in a scowl. He redoubled his efforts to hold a mental shield, attempting to shield the wolf also. From the displeasure in Albus' sigh it seemed to work. "Artemis was created in a unique way. There is not much research on werewolves created from drinking water from a werewolf's paw. It is possible that Artemis does not suffer from the desire to bite and maim humans like others of his kind." Severus let his shield drop a bit as the wolf wanted to communicate. Tentatively the wolf showed Albus a picture of Greyback and of Lupin attempting to bite Harry from the other night. "Greyback has always thirsted for human blood, even before he became infected. He uses his creature for evil means, and in regard to Remus," Albus paused thoughtfully, "his animal instinct takes over unless he has had a potion. Unfortunately it is a werewolf's nature to bite humans. However you have been on the grounds for a few months now, without attempting to bite anyone, even when you've been stuck in the castle." Artemis weighed up the truth of the man's words and mentally growled in agreement. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry only had to wait a few minutes before a doorway appeared in the wall and he was greeted by a warm smile from the Headmaster, and a contemplative look from his mate. He had the suspicion that both men had heard every minute of his conversation with the Minister. Severus studied him with those fathomless black eyes of his, and after a few moments the corners of his lips lifted in a small, but genuine smile. Memories of what had happened out in the corridor earlier made butterflies spring to life inside Harry's stomach, making him look away uncomfortably. There was no bond to fall back on this time. Everything he was feeling was one hundred percent Harry Potter, and it scared him to death. "Harry?" The man questioned, his voice literally filling the room with its rich tones, wrapping around Harry. It only added to his nerves, making his palms sweaty and his heart race. "I said no to the Minister," Harry squeaked out, taking both men by surprise. Harry watched as Severus looked towards Dumbledore with his eyebrow raised, and he kicked himself for acting like such an idiot.

"A wise choice I believe. Now Harry I believe you wished to see me about something?" Dumbledore broke the tension between the two men. "Oh yeah I'd forgotten about that." Harry looked hesitantly over at the dark figure of Severus who had now resumed his usual pose of arms folded over his chest. While Remus had already reassured him that the idea he had was a good one, he was still concerned that Severus would belittle him for it. They might have been a few steps closer to friends, but Harry had endured the sharp tongue lashings of the potions professor far too long. He was still uncomfortable discussing things that were important to him. Severus considered him for a few moments, no doubt wading through his head to see what he was thinking. The severity that was usually present around his eyes softened, and Harry was shocked to see that the man appeared hurt. "Severus.I" Harry began softl y, taking a step closer to the man, only to be stopped by a raised hand. It seemed as though Severus wished to say something, before clearly thinking better of it. After a hastily darted glance towards Dumbledore, Severus simply inclined his head towards the Headmaster and left the office. "Now that is unusual," The old wizard commented, leaving Harry to feel like he had missed something. "Sir?" "Come Harry sit." The man gestured to the chair across the desk, producing a pot of tea from out of thin air with a flourish. "I'm afraid with everything that had been going on, you and I have not had a chance to talk. For that I am sorry, bonding with a werewolf and having a student attack you? I'm surprised we haven't seen one of our classic Harry blowing up sessions." The Headmaster smiled, indicating no harm was meant by his comment, and poured Harry a cup. "To be honest Sir so much has happened in the past few days, I haven't had time to stop and think until this morning." Harry drunk deeply from his cup, despite the fact he wasn't fond of tea. Feeling suddenly calmer than he had in days and unsure as to why that was, Harry explained his earlier conversation he had with Remus. Dumbledore didn't interrupt once, only occasionally nodding as Harry explained the benefits of one to one tuition. "Well Harry I have no issue about what you propose, quite frankly I'm impressed that you seem to be taking more of an interest. Of course it will be up to the individual professors, but many of their interests are the same as ours." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, and Harry noticed that Dumbledore hadn't touched his own cup of tea. Looking down into the dregs of his own cup apprehensively, Harry cautiously placed his back upon the table. The man simply smiled as Harry looked at him with narrowed eyes. Sighing mentally, Harry decided just to let the issue of the tea drop. Dumbledore wasn't opposed to his plan and that was the main thing, anything that would help Harry fulfil his destiny was a good idea in Dumbledore's eyes, Harry thought bitterly. As they sat in silence a tendril of doubt began to weave its way into Harry's mind. Perhaps that was why Dumbledore had approved the bonding? The old man had practically pushed it

upon them. Harry felt his pulse quicken, this time in despair. What if Remus was right and Severus wasn't the person for him? Was he being used as a pawn once again? "Harry while I do believe Severus is an important part of this war, I wouldn't have bonded two people together if I didn't think they stood a chance." Briefly Harry spared a thought for Remus and Tonks. Was the union really what they had wanted? Harry could remember Hermione and Ginny talking about how romantic Tonks' pining had been, yet Harry couldn't remember Remus actually saying he was happy with the situation. Did Remus even want to be with Tonks? "Severus Snape is a bitter man Harry, much has been taken away from him and much is still asked of him. However, he has always had your best interests at heart. He is not a man that can show them in a conventional way, nor is he able to in his situation. Although I have seen a different side to him in these past months, he is now someone that for the first time in years actually fears losing something, do you understand me?" Harry honestly didn't. As a spy Severus constantly lost things, friends, stability. He could only imagine how difficult it was to live on the knifes edge. If it were him, Harry would never let anything in his life be important to him. It would only be too painful if it were taken away. It would have to be a pretty damn important person for Harry to risk himself emotionally like that. Clutching his stomach painfully, Harry felt like a bludger had ploughed into him. How had he not seen it? Harry stood, feeling the sudden need to see Severus. "Harry while I understand what you are feeling, I ask that you stay seated a little longer." Harry's eyes flew to the door, desperate to go to Severus, yet he remained sitting. "He is in grave danger, being bonded to you. Severus will be extremely lucky if he is to survive this war," Dumbledore told him gravely. He looked at the Headmaster in horror. The reality of the situation sinking in his stomach like a stone. Their mere bond was enough to have Severus tortured and killed by Voldemort, it was more dangerous than being discovered as a werewolf. "What do I need to do?" "Defeat Tom Harry, then Severus can be free. I can give you the tools and the knowledge you need, but you need to implement them." Dumbledore filled his cup once more and Harry only stared at it blankly. "I spoke to you at the beginning of the year regarding Horcruxes. I believe it is time you understood your enemy and helped me with my search. I am limited to what I can do, and I am now under watch and being trailed by the Ministry." Harry nodded. "When do we start?" "After I've spoken to the professors regarding your extra tuition I'll schedule a regular evening meeting. I also believe it would be wise to re-establish your talented group of friends."

Looking at the Headmaster in confusion, Harry waited. It sounded like the Headmaster was giving him the go ahead to restart the DA, but he couldn't be sure. Rather then ask outright, he merely nodded in acceptance. "One more thing before you leave Harry. I'm sure your wondering why Draco Malfoy still remains at this school rather then being sent to Azkaban for using an unforgivable." Harry waited. "I am unable to give you the full reason for now, but please be assured that Draco Malfoy's punishment will eventually be one he has to live with for the rest of his life. For now Harry I would advise you stay far away from him, although I doubt Artemis would allow him to harm you once again." Frowning Harry stood. What kind of an answer was that! It was completely unjust and he was once again being held in the dark about something. His frustration grew when Dumbledore simply smiled at him, indicating he was free to leave. He opened his mouth to argue, but then decided he couldn't be bothered with it. Wishing the Headmaster a good night, he left with his head full of new, unanswered questions. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus paced the floors of his quarters waiting for Harry to return. He was overcome with curiosity regarding his mate and why he wanted to see Albus. His occlumency earlier had only been a small probe into the boy's feelings, and Harry had once again surprised him. While he had not probed far enough to find out the reason for Harry's visit, the fact that the boy was worried about what Severus would say had hurt him. He shouldn't have been surprised by that fact; he had, after all, ridiculed the boy at every opportunity he had got over the past years. The only thing Severus had even remotely reassured Harry about was that he was attracted to him, and wanted him sexually. Severus heard heavy footfalls stop outside his door and he stopped his pacing. Turning at the sound of the door opening, he was presented with a rather breathless Harry Potter. Sensing the young man was troubled, Severus went to ask what was wrong, only to end up with an armful of Harry. Bewildered, he looked down at the messy mop of hair. Harry's breathing was erratic, his body trembling. Concerned, Severus tried to peel the man away from him, but Harry was having none of it. He was mumbling something to himself and Severus could only catch the words, "I didn't know," being uttered. "Harry? Are you harmed in someway?" That was Severus immediate thought; the boy had suffered a lot during the last few days. He had been attacked by a student, then by Severus practically, before stopping a werewolf fight, and not forgetting his scar bleeding from the Dark Lords summons. "No," Harry whispered. He rubbed his head against Severus' robes before pulling away. Severus felt the urge to keep Harry within his awkward embrace, but he allowed the boy to go. He wanted to ask what was wrong but the words kept sticking in his throat. There were

many questions to be asked, yet Severus was unable to gather any sort of courage. Looking down into the tired green eyes of his mate, Severus could only stare. So much needed to be discussed yet here he stood, suddenly mute. Harry it seemed got bored of waiting and broke the eye contact to sit on the sofa he usually slept on. "Been a rough couple of days huh?" He rested his head on the back of the sofa eyes closed. "How are your cuts?" Harry opened one eye to stare at his chest. "They have healed." Severus cautiously came around the sofa and stood looking down at the boy. "Good." Harry snapped his eye shut once again. Severus gingerly sat beside the boy, fully intending to move if the boy flinched or showed any outwards signs of discomfort. Harry remained still, his breathing even. They hadn't discussed the night of their coupling and Severus was still torn inside about what he had done. "Don't," Harry suddenly interrupted, bringing his head up to look at the man. "It wasn't against my will," He watched Severus intently. "I can tell that's what you're thinking, you're all tense." Harry sat up a little straighter. "It explains why you've been avoiding me," he muttered under his breath. "I do not avoid Mr Potter, you needed you rest as I stated earlier." Instantly Severus knew he had said the wrong thing as Harry seemed to shut down in front of him. "So we're back to Potter now are we? God Severus after everything that's happened to us you could at least call me Harry!" He stood and angrily rummaged through his trunk, which had been stowed by the side of the sofa. "Wait Harry." Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. Since he had returned from Albus' office Severus had thought about how this meeting between them would go. He could not stop the guilt he was feeling about taking Harry against the wall like that. It had been lust born from anger, and it was not how anyone's first time sexually should have been, especially not someone like Harry. He had been with others in the past, mad, frenzied coupling that had only been to satisfy his lust. Severus had never cared how rough he was or if the other person had enjoyed it. Being with Harry was different, it felt different. Trying and failing to come up with something that didn't sound clich Severus looked at the boy. Being with Harry had made him feel complete. Harry deserved his first time to be special. Severus was not the type to go for roses and candle light, but he had wanted his young lover to at least get some sort of pleasure out of their first sexual encounter. That was what Severus had been thinking about before Harry had returned. He wanted to take Harry into his bed, showing him what true pleasures of the flesh could be. He had been unprepared for Harry's desperate hug, and wanted to get down to the reason for it.

"I apologise." Harry dropped whatever it was he had been searching for with a soft thud on the floor. He shifted from foot to foot, clearly weighing up if Severus had been genuine or not. After a moment he seemed to accept it and sat on the arm of the chair, close but not as close as before. "What was troubling you so much that you felt the need to throw yourself at me?" The boy frowned at the question. Severus had removed the usual venom from his voice, but perhaps he could have worded the question better. Harry would need to accept that Severus was indeed trying, even though it didn't appear that way. "Something Dumbledore told me, I can't repeat it," Harry answered with a secretive smile. "Can you tell me why you were there to see the Headmaster in the first place?" Severus knew the boy was concerned at telling him, and he didn't want to pry into Harry's head. They needed some trust between them. Harry scratched at his jaw, an interesting habit he had when nervous. Severus stored it away for later. "I can, but Dumbledore will probably discuss it with you at some point." "Why don't you tell me?" "Because you'll tell me I'm being stupid or arrogant or that I'm wasting people's time." The words spilled out in a rush without any eye contact. "Perhaps I will, and if I do it is because it's the truth and not out of scorn." Severus reached over and grasped Harry's chin. "When we are alone I will attempt to at least be civil. Outside these rooms my behaviour shall not change." Harry seemed to ponder this before he launched into an explanation, in rushed nervous tones, about his plan for extra tuition. Severus felt jealously raise is ugly head at the mention of Lupin, his hands stiffening. While he and Artemis were trying not to react out of anger, he noticed that the boy was looking at him warily. "It seems you are using your head for once. Am I to be included in this extra schooling?" "I hadn't thought of that. I suppose potions could help me." Severus fought to swallow down the furious retort that suddenly surfaced, especially seeing as Harry had now moved from the arm to sit closer to him. The silence stretched on, with Severus noticing the red rimmed eyes of the boy. Thankfully it was the weekend tomorrow, the boy needed to rest. "Was this really what you wanted?" Harry whispered to him, turning his head away. "What are you referring to?" "This. I mean us. You're in more danger now than before. All I could think about was saving Artemis in case he was caught, I never thought about the repercussions from Voldemort."

"I admit I was against it at first" "So why then?" Harry interrupted. "To begin with it was purely to save my own skin," Severus reluctantly offered. "There were other reasons." He held onto the boy's forearm to prevent him from rising. "I have always wanted to keep you from harm and while denying it to myself at the start; I saw something of value in you." "We hated each other." "We never knew each other, and I never hated you. I thought you were arrogant and lazy, I am not egotistical enough to be unable to admit when I am wrong." "I asked for the chance to know you while I was in the hospital wing," Harry told him defensively. "And that Harry is where we need to start." The boy bit his lip, relaxing into the comfort of the sofa. "Do you regret it?" "No," Severus answered honestly, instantly knowing what Harry was referring to. Even now, thinking about his young mate pressed against the wall made Severus' heart race. "However I do believe it was rather forced." "I enjoyed it." There was a warm flush to Harry's cheeks. He reached down and picked up whatever it was he had dropped earlier. Bringing it up Severus could see it was a towel. "Shame really, considering it was probably my first and only time." Harry stood and Severus held on to where he was still holding the boy's forearm. "Why do you say that?" "The bond is consummated, your morals are no longer in question, and there isn't the crazy pressure forcing us together anymore," Harry explained. Severus pulled the boy down into his lap, forcefully turning the boy so he was straddling the older man's hips. "It may be consummated, but the 'crazy pressure' as you name it, is still present." He grasped the boy's hips and pulled him impossibly closer. He was pleased to see Harry's eyes close in pleasure. Teasing along the collarbone with his lips, Severus felt his own passion rise with the boy's trembling. "Where were you going?" He asked huskily. Severus couldn't help himself. He wanted to take it slower, he wanted to show Harry he could be, if given a chance, an attentive lover. All he could think about was pushing Harry down on the sofa and pounding him into its springs or even against the wall again. Severus tried to breathe in some cool air, attempting to calm his raging thoughts. Never before had he experienced this extreme want for another person! Harry's mere scent drove him insane, how had he resisted this for so long? "Prefects bathrooms, you only have a shower," Harry whispered huskily.

"You could still, or you could use the bath in my chambers," Severus stated suggestively, before pressing his lips to Harry's willing ones. Harry pulled back with a concerned look, and Severus instantly regretted his haste. Just because he was brimming with intense desire didn't mean his mate wanted it too. He hadn't after all made a very good impression the first time. His spirits lifted as a cheeky grin spread across Harry's face. Thank Merlin for the famed Gryffindor courage. Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 851 - Follows: 1,257 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 19 Thank you to everyone who offered their congratulations about my daughter, it's very touching that so many of you said something. I hope this chapter makes up for the wait. HPHPHPHPHPHP Harry watched, his body tingling with anticipation as Severus stood and offered his hand. It was time to prove to himself, and Severus that he wanted this. He had been speaking the truth. He had enjoyed their earlier tryst, and was eager to feel that way once again. He took the offered hand, feeling the cool, long fingers. Severus looked down at him, reassurance burning in his dark eyes. Squashing down the nerves, Harry allowed the older man to pull him towards the bedroom.

His breath hitched in his throat as he looked towards the impressive bed, his courage ebbing. They might have already had sex, but that was with the bond fulfilment clouding both their judgements. Now there was only the two of them. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, a scrawny teenager unwise to the idea of sex and only recently gay. That had only been a recent revelation. Their kiss in Dumbledore's tower, without any magical influence had been astounding. It had never been like that with Cho. Severus turned, looking down at him with a troubled expression. It was hard to believe that a few months ago he hated this person. He had come to love the bond between himself and Artemis, desperate for someone to accept him the way he was. Severus was part of the package, an unwelcome one at first, but Harry had gotten used to the man's temperament in their evenings alone. Severus had changed, but was it enough? There was no forced bonding to hide behind anymore, and no Artemis except at the full moon. Did he really want to embark on this journey with someone that for all accounts and purposes didn't seem to trust him? The silence between them grew, and Severus sighed gently. "The bathroom is through there." He indicated the door with an incline of his dark head. "If you wish to go to the prefects bathroom you may do so. I will be having a shower." And there it was an invitation. Severus turned and left Harry alone in the room. Swallowing heavily, Harry sat on the end of the plush bed and placed his head in his hands. While massaging his scalp, Harry could hear the soft rustling of clothes being removed. Mouth dry, his eyes were drawn to the light under the bathroom door. His doubts from earlier were still present, stampeding around his head like Hippogriffs. As heard the water running Harry was reminded of his earlier realisation of just how much he meant to Severus. The man hadn't voiced it to Harry and was probably unaware of it himself. It reassured Harry that the snarky professor had the capacity to feel something for him, despite all their differences. Feeling braver, Harry stood, undoing his clothes and leaving them in a trail on the floor. Hesitantly he placed his hand on the metal door handle, its coldness burning into Harry's heated skin. The door was the only thing stopping him he could enter and see where this path with Severus would take him. Or he could turn away; never exploring the possibility of a relationship, yet safe in the knowledge Artemis was safe. Dropping his hand, Harry made his decision. The bathroom was filled with steam, instantly fogging his glasses. Last time he had been in here he had only looked around long enough to swipe some potions for the man. Now he was allowed Harry took a brief moment to have a look. The bathroom was rather spacious from what he could see through the fog, with glossy black tiles covering the bottom half of the surrounding walls. About midway up the wall they

stopped rather abruptly, melting into the cream painted walls. There was a large, granite looking sink and a deep bath made of the same material. It crossed Harry's mind that was what he had originally asked for and yet the man was in the shower. The shower was in a glass cubicle, easily big enough for at least three to four fully grown adults. Wiping the steam away from his lenses with a shaky finger, Harry was then granted a clear look at his mate. Severus had his back to him, his dark hair glistening under the heated spray, causing droplets to run trails down a toned back. He was pale, sculpted from marble, and not as thin as Harry imagined. He was by no means muscled, but there was some definition to the shoulders. Setting down his glasses on the side of the sink, Harry took a deep breath, looked down in a quick appraising look, and eased open the shower door. Steam buffeted his body, cooling into beads on his skin. It enticed him into its embrace, and Harry had to stifle a moan. Shutting the door, Harry noticed that Severus still hadn't turned. Gently he placed a palm in the dip between the man's shoulder blades. Slowly Severus turned, pinning Harry with a heated look. Harry's breath caught, his skin suddenly feeling very warm and he wasn't under the water yet. Unable to keep eye contact, Harry looked away, his eyes caught by the sight of claw marks in Severus' chest. Spellbound, Harry raised his arms, trailing his fingertips over the marks Remus had inflicted. "Does it hurt?" "No," Severus' voice was a deep rasp. The man didn't move, only watching as Harry looked over his body. Feeling brave Harry let his hands wander, over the light dusting of hair across creamy, toned pectorals. Raising his eyes they locked with inky darkness. Severus took a step closer, slowly revolving them so Harry was now standing beneath the spray. On instinct Harry tilted his head back into the welcoming warmth, exposing his throat. A strange approving sound left Severus' throat and Harry suddenly felt exposed to the appraisal. Slightly embarrassed and very nervous, Harry moved to cover himself. Striking fast, Severus' hands shot out, pinning Harry's arms to the tiles behind. The coolness against his back made Harry arch away from the offending wall, flush against Severus. Gasping at the skin on skin, Harry felt his shame begin to melt away. Looking up shyly through his sodden raven hair, Harry could see Severus was struggling with himself, slight telltale signs appearing around the eyes. Agonizingly slowly, Severus bent his head, pausing just centimetres away from Harry's parted lips. Desperate Harry made a pleading sound, straining against the hold on his arms.

Black eyes glittered with amusement, before Severus finally pressed his thin lips against his own. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus waited in the shower, hoping Harry would join him. There was an unusual, churning sensation deep within his stomach, and it took him a while to identify it as nerves. He had offered the boy a way out, determined not to repeat past mistakes. The unease within his stomach intensified as he heard the door of the bathroom open. Disbelief surfaced first. Despite everything, Severus couldn't believe that someone wanted him, Severus Snape, and the faade everyone seemed to see. Harry knew Severus' position in life; he had been on the receiving end of soul destroying tongue lashings. A light brushing against his back halted his thoughts and he turned, drinking in the sight before him. Harry was bared for his appraisal, clearly nervous if the rapid pulse was anything to go by. His skin glistened with the spray of the shower, begging for worship. His mate was small in stature, his form lithe and toned, long limbs and a broad torso despite his age, he also wasn't lacking in the intimate department either. Severus struggled against the urge to simply leap upon the boy, Artemis eagerly encouraging him. Harry blushed, breaking eye contact. Severus noticed that the skin on the base of Harry's neck also bore a crimson stain. He hadn't noticed that before. Toned arms lifted tentatively and Severus remained still in case Harry frightened easily. At times like this it was hard to see the line between man and beast, both were joined in the urge to ravish. Fingers probed at his chest gently, green eyes wide with concern. The innocent touch sent electric pulses across his skin. His muscles were tense, bordering on pain as he resisted his urges. Harry voiced his concern and Severus heard himself answer. Hands travelled, mapping out his skin and he could wait no longer. As he changed their positions, Harry unknowingly and instinctively submitted before him, appealing to his werewolf side. Giving sound to his approval seemed to startle the boy. Thinking fast he stopped the boy's feeble attempts to cover himself. He had come into the shower willingly, fully aware of what it entailed and the consequences of that action. Besides, why should the boy be nervous? His body was flawless, a pale caramel in colour with definition and supple enough for any amount of sexual positions Severus could think of. It was he who ought to be nervous. He knew full well what the student population thought of him, and he saw it first hand in the mirror every morning. When Harry pushed his body flush against his own Severus suddenly felt like an Adonis. Teasing the boy, Severus noticed that his reservation was rapidly melting away. Severus was delighted to hear a pleading sound escape his mate. Kissing him, Severus could taste Harry's sweetness mixing with the water from the shower. His hand snaked around Harry's neck, fingertips teasing at the boy's hairline. Harry moaned opening his mouth and Severus took this opportunity to plunder the boy's mouth. Hands

clutched at hip bones, desperate, pleading. Harry was frantic with want and Severus felt his desire mount, his mate's willingness fanning the flames now consuming Severus. He wanted to drown Harry in the sensations he felt, proving he could be an attentive lover. Pinning the boy against the tiled wall, Severus peppered kisses along the boy's neck, pausing every now and then to scrape his teeth against the heated caramel flesh. Glorious whimpers escaped Harry's mouth, his hands grasping Severus' back. Severus had meant it to be gentle and loving. He fully intended on taking Harry to his bed after pleasuring him in the shower, but as nails gripped into the skin covering his back, Severus knew instinctively that gentle wasn't what Harry wanted. He had fought against these animal instincts the whole time Artemis had been sharing his mind. His control had slipped, little by little as he allowed Artemis in. He had needed to so he could look after Harry. Now that control had finally dissolved allowing Severus to be swept away in his emotions, hands wandered, cupping, fondling, and mapping out Harry's exquisite body. The young man melted into his touch, allowing Severus this wildness. Mouths clashed once more before Severus spun the boy around. It was a fever that gripped them both, wild and heated. Pulling Harry's back flush against his chest, Severus stifled a groan as Harry's firm behind rubbed tantalisingly against his member. He tilted the boy's head back so it rested against his shoulder, giving him perfect access to his neck once more. Attacking the column of Harry's throat once more allowed Severus to slow himself down. Harry pushed against him, unsatisfied with this sudden slowness. Severus' fingers snaked around Harry's hips in silent possession, pressing into the soft skin. They moved to fleshy behind, massaging the muscles. Harry tensed either out of embarrassment or fear causing Severus to briefly contemplate stopping. His lips trailed across the shell of Harry's ear, murmuring his approval. Harry relaxed, his hands embedding themselves in Severus' hair, pulling his head. Smiling Severus allowed himself to be tugged, welcoming the boy's tentative kiss. As it continued Severus removed his hands from Harry, choosing now to tease the boy with light caresses to his chest. The young body flexed and Harry moaned, desperate for something to happen. "Here or the bed?" Severus whispered, his fingers playing with Harry. "Anywhere just please," Harry pleaded, his skin flushed from both the shower and the ministrations of Severus. Severus smiled; he had never taken a lover in the shower before. His body was pained with the effort it was taking to restrain himself. Reaching out, he coated his fingers with one of the potions he had concocted for washing purposes. It was thick and slippery, just perfect for what Severus intended to use it for.

He had expected resistance from the boy when preparing him, but Severus was met with none. Harry allowed him to enter his body, stretching his muscles to accommodate him without as much as a word. In easing his obvious discomfort, Severus was slow, comforting, continuing to pleasure the boy with long fingers wrapped around his member. When Severus was satisfied he stopped, although he was sure from the boy's reaction that if he had continued, Harry would have exploded. Slowly he turned the boy once again and lifted him, wrapping those toned Qudditch flying legs around his waist. Harry looked at him, eyes wide with a little apprehension. Severus knew it wasn't him that Harry was afraid of, but he still gave him a reassuring kiss. Severus found it almost inconceivable that the boy should be nervous, but this had been after all his second ever sexual experience, he was bound to feel a little anxious. Pushing in gently, Severus was content to see Harry arch in not pain but immense pleasure. He stilled waiting for Harry to accept him, still keeping their lips locked. When the boy grew impatient, his body fidgeting with need Severus started to move. He had kept it gentle, a far cry from their earlier coupling, but Harry grew impatient with this pace, his nails drawing blood from Severus' pale skin, his legs attempting to speed the man up. Pushing Harry against the tiles Severus found it easier to comply, his breaths coming in ragged pants. Harry was an incoherent mess, his eyes unfocused and saturated with lust. Severus could feel the trembles running through his mate's skin like electricity and he knew the boy was close. Casting aside his earlier intention of being the considerate lover, Severus pushed into the boy's body with wild abandon, giving in fully to his animal side. Within seconds Harry was yelling out in wild abandon, his muscles clenching deliciously around Severus, tearing his own orgasm out from his body. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry panted, cocooned by Severus' body as the man continued to hold him from their frantic coupling. The water still rained down upon them, washing away all of Harry's essence away from their body. He was exhausted and unbelievably satisfied his body boneless. He barely noticed when Severus removed himself from his body, but he did feel those strong hands continue to hold him under the shower, washing him gently. Harry could feel himself yawn; his eyelids heavy as Severus turned off the shower and wrapped him in a fluffy black towel. Harry allowed himself to be led from the bathroom, his legs rubbery, and he sat down on the edge of Severus' bed. "How are you feeling?" Severus whispered gruffly, standing before him, wearing only a towel. "I could produce a thousand wolf patronus," Harry smiled goofily, which increased as he saw Severus' small smirk.

"If you feel any discomfort let me know." "I'm exhausted I think I could sleep all weekend," Harry flopped backwards, his body welcoming the softness of the bed. "I trust you're not too tired Mr Potter?" Severus looked over at him, his voice dangerous, yet caressing. Harry swallowed painfully, his mouth suddenly dry. Severus' hand lightly stroked his bare leg, inching its way up to the concealing towel. Bravely, Harry raised his hands, one wrapping its way around the back of Severus' neck. The man halted his attack, an eyebrow raised quizzically. "Kiss me," was the whispered demand. Severus smirked and complied, covering his body with his larger one. Perhaps it was because they had already had sex twice, or maybe it was just his nerves had melted away, but Harry was bold in his touches, allowing his hands to explore Severus' body. The man continued kissing him, and Harry could feel his mate shivering, Severus' moans beginning to get louder. He hadn't ever experienced anything like this before, his only experience had been kissing Cho and that paled into the background. Harry momentarily marvelled at the situation he was in. He felt so wanted, needed, and by the most hated teacher. It was a strange sense of irony that his pleasure would be dealt by a man he once detested. His skin was being licked by fire and Harry wanted to press himself into the man, forgetting everything but the pleasure they both felt. He raised his hands to grasp at Severus' forearms, legs wrapping around the older man's. In seconds Severus was growling in his ear, making Harry cling even more desperately to the man, not realising it was pain that was making the man growl. It was only when Severus pulled away that Harry noticed something was wrong. There was a faint tingle of magic in the air which Harry alone seemed to be able to sense, and his eyes instantly honed in on the mark. Severus was clutching at it with his nails, taking deep breaths as he rode it out. "You've got to be kidding me!" Severus muttered. In alarm, the man looked at Harry's forehead but he hadn't felt anything. "But it's the middle of the night," Harry meekly whispered, as if that had anything to do with the situation. "The Dark Lord doesn't care about timing," Severus summoned robes to him, and Harry felt bile climb his throat as he watched Severus don the Death Eater garments. He knew Severus had to go, and that it was because of the Order that Severus needed to do this, but seeing Severus dressed like that brought back all the memories of Sirius.

Severus stopped dressing Harry could hear it even with his head bowed. Boots came into his blurred line of vision, and a gentle hand raised his head. "Do not be afraid of me," Severus told him firmly. He exited the bedroom and Harry scrambled after him, hands clutching at the towel. He wanted to shout after the man, plead with him, but it was useless. The blurry image of Severus turned to face him, just before he got into the fireplace. "I may be a while. Try and get some sleep." That was all Harry was left with as the man disappeared in a flash of green. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Why did Voldemort always pick this particular graveyard? Severus looked around, cursing everyone's existence. He had to tear himself away from a night promising nothing but pleasure of the flesh, for what? To stand around listening to some pure blood whine? Others were moving around the graves like shadows and Severus spared a thought for them. What had his fellow Death Eater's been doing? Blue eyes pierced his through the darkness, belonging to Greyback. He moved forward, more animal than human, fixing Severus with a knowing stare. Severus stared coldly at him, pushing all his distaste into that one look. Artemis growled, unknowingly giving life to a growl through Severus. Greyback moved again, sharp teeth escaping his mouth in a feral grin. He let loose a low growl of his own, not threatening Severus, but acknowledging him. Severus ignored it, joining the circle a few meters away from them. No one paid him any special attention as no one ever looked at Greyback. Such was the shame of those infected. Focusing all his attention on blocking his memories with Harry, Severus tried to ignore his heart which was pounding in rage at Artemis. This was precisely why Severus had fought against everything to do with the wolf and all it stood for. Now he had been found out, by the most dangerous werewolf of all. His whole cover would be blown if the beast informed Voldemort, he would never be trusted again and all his spy work, his whole life would have been for nothing. There was no time to vent his rage at Artemis; the Dark Lord was already speaking to Pettigrew. Severus recoiled as a witch was brought forward, and looking at her torn garments Severus knew she was from the Ministry. When her face was exposed, bruised and bloodied, Severus knew her. Ameila Bones, a member of the Wizengamot council. For some reason the face of one his students, Susan Bones sprang to mind. Severus couldn't allow himself to feel any pity for the young student, wrapped up safely in her bed, unaware that a member of her family was about to die. "You think Potter will be the one to defeat me? A mere boy!" Voldemort screamed at the woman, circling her like prey. She didn't flinch away and Severus was impressed. Ameila was in pain; her laboured breathing could be heard by all of them. He wished he knew of the reason of why she was going to die, but since when did Voldemort need a reason?

"I know he will." Ameila spat, eyes flashing angrily. As she spoke realisation struck Severus. This was one of the council members who thought Harry was innocent at the beginning of the year. It had been at the sham of a trial that fool Fudge had insisted on dragging Harry to. Severus hadn't paid much attention to it at the time something about underage magic. The Dark Lord hissed furiously, and Severus watched, as he had many times before, as someone innocent died by the green light of the killing curse "Let that be a lesson to all of you!" Voldemort yelled, his rage controlling him. "Harry Potter is but a boy and I will be the one to destroy him!" Sharp teeth glinted as he snarled. The Dark Lord disappeared, and the Death Eaters knew they were done for the night. Severus tried to disappear among the crowds of people, but Greyback was at his elbow before long, whispering into his ear. "Either stay and talk, or I'll be forced to hunt down that mate of yours." Knowing he was beaten, Severus allowed the members to disappear before facing Greyback. "So, the great Severus Snape is infected," Greyback spat out the word infected. "Please be so kind as to tell me howI don't recall biting you, has my pack been up to naughty things again?" The beast sat on a gravestone regarding Severus. "Werewolf paw." "Ah yes that old legend of drinking water from a brother's paw. I thought it was a tale your kind scared your children with. Not as fun as biting but effective I see." "What do you want?" Severus wasn't going to ask how Greyback knew he was mated. The man could have been bluffing after all. "The same thing all our kind wants, acceptance and freedom from wizards." "I don't want that." Severus growled, alarmed to find Artemis had begun to listen. "Tell me what would happen to you if Voldemort or Dumbledore were to find out about you? Could you be in his inner circle? I doubt it." Greyback spoke the truth, even he wasn't allowed the brand of a Death Eater, and werewolves were as filthy as Muggles in Voldemort's opinion. "How long would you be allowed to teach? Last I heard Lupin had been cast out." "What do you want?" Severus asked again. Greyback stretched and scratched at his furred chest, regarding Severus with icy eyes. "I am no fool; I can sense that you are an Alpha, capable of running your own pack. We are equals so I have no desire to fight with you. I do not believe in Voldemort's ideals." "Why do you follow him then?" Severus knew he had to get as much information out of Greyback as possible; it could all be used to his advantage.

"Being near the Death Eaters gives me plenty of opportunities to create new wolves, something I cannot do normally. My motto is to bite them young, and raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate normal wizards," Greyback told him simply. "I have not met many wolves such as you." "I've hidden it well." "Indeed, but you have still mated, I can tell from your scent. Is it another werewolf?" Greyback questioned, eyes narrowed. "Yes," Severus lied easily. "At least you have some standards," Greyback muttered. "It is not my wish to harm your mate, I would destroy anyone who dared touch mine, but these are desperate times my brother. Our numbers are few, growing but few." "The new werewolf law " Severus began. "Is despicable. Forcing wolves to register or face death! Why should we not receive the same conditions as other magical creatures? It's because they are scared, scared of how powerful we are. We could rule them, you and I, they would be our slaves." Severus looked at this strange, deranged beast of a man. Artemis was weighing up his words, and Severus was doing all he could to keep the beast suppressed. Eventually it was too much, the strain on Severus' mind too strong. "Would mate be safe?" Artemis questioned, through Severus' voice. "With the wizards under our control who would dare defy us?" Greyback smiled at Severus' inner conflict. "And if I refuse?" "Then I'll come to Hogwarts and destroy your mate. Potter is not safe from me." Severus felt his body shake in horror. Despite all his years of training, his body still trembled as he thought about what Greyback could do to Harry. "I can smell him on you Severus, and I know you are an accomplished liar. I care not who it is, I do not thirst for his blood like the snake man. You have until the end of your school year to decide his fate. Join me and I will leave him be. Voldemort does not see fit to read my mind, so your secret it safe." Greyback leapt down and ran away, leaving Severus all alone in the clearing. He waited a few seconds, allowing everything to sink in. His rage grew with every moment that passed and before Severus knew it, half the graveyard was in rubble around his feet. How had it all come down to this? Panting Severus fell to the ground, his forearms catching him painfully. Smoky exhales escaped him, and he realised just how cold it was out here. Oh what to do now? Harry wasn't safe with him, he was a fool to believe otherwise. Why did it always come down to this? Nothing in his life ever went the way it wanted to.

"You are lucky," offered Artemis, but Severus shut him out without listening. That damn beast would be the end of him and Harry. Severus didn't know how long he stayed there, knelt over pitifully looking at the darkened grass. Everything seemed to be crashing down around him, he had worked hard at maintaining a persona, keeping everyone away from him, and yet Harry had managed to make him lose sight of that. Severus trusted the boy, was starting to have feelings for him. The idea of Greyback ripping into his flesh Severus heaved, throwing up the contents of his stomach onto the ground. Voldemort was enough to worry about and now there was the threat of an attack to deal with. Why why did everyone he love get put in danger like this? He had dedicated the remainder of his life to the light, a small sacrifice for the death of his first true friend. Didn't he deserve to be happy like everyone else? Had his soul been that damaged by past deeds that fate sought to punish him this way? Severus sat back, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. Tilting his head back, he gazed at the sky, still dark, but with the promise of morning. Everyone he loved? Severus looked around him. It was true then. He did love Harry Potter. He knew that he was harbouring feelings towards the boy, but love? When Severus closed his eyes all he could see was Harry's face. How did the boy feel toward him? Standing Severus quickly apparated back to the Hogwarts grounds the question burning within his mind. Walking swiftly back to his rooms he started reliving all their shared moments together. Harry had never been cruel to him, or spurned him and Severus knew that the boy was not the type to seek affection from another. That was why Severus had made him stay in his quarters. At that point, when Harry had come to him suggesting the bonding, Severus had already begun to view Harry as his. Artemis hadn't helped the situation, but in some twisted way Severus had always seen the Potter boy as his to protect. He had wanted Harry away from Draco for his own safety and to save his own skin, but there was no reason at all for Harry to stay with him. Harry had accepted all his conditions, and never given Severus a reason to doubt him. Severus had watched as the boy slowly came to trust him, asking him timidly for advice on homework in their shared evenings. He had helped Severus with his excruciating transformations, and he allowed Severus to touch him, even after being pounced upon. Severus entered his rooms, locking the door firmly behind him. He remembered their brief encounter in the Headmaster's tower, how Harry had looked at him with his emotions bared as usual. It had scared Severus, that fleeting fragile emotion that Harry was showing him, but losing Harry was terrifying. Entering his rooms, he saw that Harry had remained in his bed, but had stayed awake. Those jade eyes rimmed with red, showing fatigue. Severus rid himself of his clothing and enveloped the boy in a tight embrace, ignoring the squeak of surprise.

Nothing was spoken, Harry seemed to understand that Severus needed to hold him, and timid arms came up to cling to him. Severus didn't believe Harry was aware of his feelings, but now that Severus was, it changed everything. As much as he wanted to stay with Harry, protecting him from the world, Severus couldn't. Was it kinder to let the boy go? Harry still had a chance at finding a new love, and live in safety. Severus pulled back and looked down at the boy, who had his eyes closed in contentment. A wise person might walk away; a selfless person might say that if you loved someone you should let them go. The lightening scar caught Severus' eye, the mark that would always brand Harry a hunted man. Even if Severus left, Voldemort would still pursue him. He was too selfish to let this one chance of happiness go. Artemis snarled in agreement. Greyback would never touch Harry. Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 851 - Follows: 1,257 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 20 Harry didn't ask any questions of Severus. They didn't need to be asked. It was really late, or really early depending on how you looked at it, and the man probably needed sleep. However, judging by the way the man was holding him so close; Harry deduced that something was indeed wrong. He allowed the man to pull him into the bed, and he didn't complain when he was rolled onto his side. Severus' body was pressing up against him with such force that Harry actually

found it more intimidating than comforting. Looking down he could see a strong arm, dusted with light black hair, clutching his chest with a fearful intensity. Despite his earlier thoughts, Harry began to wonder if Severus needed to talk about what happened. Shifting as much as he could in the constricting embrace, Harry tilted his head back over his shoulder to look at the man. "Sleep," was the command he got and Harry quickly turned back with a yawn. The arm loosened a fraction, allowing him to get comfortable. Whatever happened, Harry was sure he would find out about it one way or another. Closing his eyes he moved back into the warmth, smiling a little as he felt Severus' breathing deepen. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus woke with a start, heart pounding and sweat clinging to his body. He looked wildly around his room, only calming when he saw Harry was sleeping on the other side of the bed. Breathing deeply, Severus ran a hand through his damp hair and pulled himself into a sitting position, resting back against the head board. Harry was facing away from him, his shoulders softly rising and falling as he slept. Severus had no idea what time it was, but if he had to guess he would guess that they were already partway through Saturday. He needed to report to Albus, it was part of his role, yet he was in no hurry. The meddlesome man could wait a while longer. Although he needed to report the death of Bones, otherwise a frantic search would begin, if one hadn't already. Severus wasn't the type to idly lie in bed and he contemplated getting up to start his day. Harry chose this moment to roll over, making Severus reconsider his decision. The boy seemed completely different in slumber, his face more youthful and carefree. Severus didn't like it; it only reminded him of their age difference. Severus however did like the boy being completely at ease. This was probably the first time he had ever seen the boy comfortable within his presence. He hadn't liked the way Harry had looked at him when he left last night. Severus sighed and laid down closer to the boy. It couldn't be helped. Harry had, after all, fought the Death Eaters last year with dire consequences. Gingerly Severus pulled the sleeping boy towards him. It was partly out of fear of Harry waking and partly through his own discomfort, that Severus was so careful. Severus wasn't used to waking up with his lover still present, he wasn't even sure he knew how to hug someone. The whole idea was a little frightening. Severus rested his head on top of Harry's head, the raven hair caressing his chin, and remained still, listening to his deep breathing. Harry shuffled a little, and his arm draped over Severus, heavy with sleep. Severus smiled content to stay until Harry woke. It was now, within the safety of the castle, his mate safe within his grasp, that Severus could allow his mind to wander. Artemis tentatively perked up, unsure about how he would be received. It was still some time until the full moon, and the wolf's presence was weak.

Now he had Greyback to contend with also. It wasn't enough that Albus manipulated the boy into foolish actions, and Voldemort haunted the boy's shadow. Now there was a deranged werewolf to add to the mix. Severus didn't think there was anywhere far enough to escape any of this mess. All his options seemed to lead towards Severus losing Harry. He was supposed to die to defeat Voldemort, Greyback would strike unless his demands were met, and the likely hood of Severus having to murder Albus was increasing. Severus tightened his hold. "Killing the old one is the best option," Artemis offered. "Mate is clever, he will understand." "Even if he did, he's now in more danger after your outburst," Severus snapped in return. Artemis didn't answer, but Severus could feel his despair, deep and as painful as if he were feeling it. Severus supposed in a way, they were his feelings too. "What do I do?" He whispered, his fear running rampant through his body. "Greyback will not kill mate. Artemis is stronger!" The wolf growled. "Snake man is cowardly, he has no honour, mate will defeat him and we will watch over him. Even if we part, Artemis will always watch." Severus smiled, reassured by the wolf's words. Harry may one day leave him of his own accord, but Severus' protection would stay. Harry began to move, his breathing changing as he returned to consciousness. Severus didn't have to wait long before wide eyes were gazing at him. They were cloudy with sleep at first, but as they cleared, Severus could feel the boy's body tense. Thinking it was best to release him, Severus moved away. He wanted Harry to be at ease with him, and realise his feelings on his own, without Severus pushing the issue. As he went to get out of bed, the arm around him tightened. Looking down, Severus could see the boy's eyes were downcast, but his posture was determined. Severus remained on his back and allowed Harry to get comfortable, as the boy pushed up against his side. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Harry hesitantly spoke. "How are you feeling?" "Exhausted." Silence prevailed. Harry propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at the man. "This is weird." "Eloquent as always," Severus smirked. "Oh come on, isn't this a little.strange." Harry rolled his eyes, but made no move to get up. "I'll admit that it is unusual to have someone share my bed, but you're not unwelcome Harry." Severus was delighted to see the boy flush at that statement. "As I informed you

earlier, we need to get to know each other." Then hopefully Severus' self doubts and Harry's could be eliminated. "Do you want to talk about it?" Harry offered, and Severus could hear the hesitation in the boy's voice. Severus wasn't sure if it was from fear of his reaction or fear of talking about the man who hunted you. Severus didn't know if he should tell Harry about Greyback, and he didn't have the right to tell Harry about Bones' death, when her own family hadn't been informed. "Perhaps later, now is not the time." Severus saw the boy visibly bite the inside of his cheeks, as he held his tongue. "I need to speak to the Headmaster first," Severus offered as a way of explanation. Harry remained looking at him, his green gaze contemplative, before he settled his head down on Severus' shoulder. Severus was still, ignoring the question that had been present in his mind ever since they bonded. As the silence stretched on, Severus found it harder and harder to remain quiet. "You asked me if I was opposed to bonding with you once," Severus started quietly, grateful that Harry remained lying down, so he could not see how difficult Severus found this to ask. "I never asked you the same question. Why did you agree?" Harry was quiet for a few moments, and Severus resisted the temptation to simply look into the boy's mind. He wanted to hear the answer for himself. Artemis was suddenly on tenterhooks as well. "Dumbledore asked me the same when we bonded," Harry began, his voice guarded. "I'm not going to lie." "You seem incapable of doing so," Severus whispered. Harry chuckled. "At the beginning I just wanted to save Artemis. That was the only driving force I had. A werewolf approached me when I was feeling depressed one night, and he listened to me. I felt something when I looked at him, and I couldn't explain it to anyone. I knew I had to save it," Harry paused. "When I found out it was you, I was more concerned by the fact you wouldn't let me help you, not it actually being you." "You hated me." Harry sat up, regarding him with a small smile. "Yes I did, but I was willing to go to the extreme of being mated with you to save Artemis." Severus sat up in irritation. "You allowed yourself to be bound to someone you despised to save a blasted beast?" Severus couldn't help it. The words came out in a low snarl. Why were the boy's words cutting into him like this, he had asked Harry after all. "Yes." "But what about everything you wanted?" Severus glared up at Harry. "You cannot have children. You will forever bear social prejudice for romantic liaisons with a teacher, and you've put yourself into even more danger by being with a werewolf!"

"I knew I wouldn't have children if I agreed to the bond Severus and as for social prejudice" Harry scoffed, "you don't think I know what they write in the papers about me. Students are quick to turn their back on you as soon as you lose points or you don't conform. Why do you think I agreed to move down here in the first place?" Harry's eyes were narrowed dangerously. "To save your beloved werewolf?" Severus scoffed. "I meant it when I said I thought you were someone worth saving." Harry shouted angrily. "Then you are a fool Harry Potter, too arrogant to see past your hero saving complex to see that some people aren't worth saving!" Severus stormed from the bed, still dressed in his dark robes. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry allowed the man to stomp away, stunned by Severus' outburst. What the hell had that been about? He hadn't even finished explaining himself. Frustrated he flopped down in the bed, his hands fisted in the sheets. Trying to control his immediate temper to the situation, Harry thought about their last conversation calmly. The only logical explanation Harry could think of was Severus was still hung up about their bonding. Merlin the man was so hot and cold. First they were hugging in bed, talking about why they had bonded, and then the famous Slytherin temper had surfaced. Harry supposed Severus was sore about the fact it looked as though Harry only bonded to save Artemis, but the man hadn't let him finish. Sitting up, Harry looked about for his clothes, his vision blurred. Fumbling around on the floor he eventually found his glasses. That was strange, Harry was certain he had left them in the bathroom last night. Severus must have brought them in for him. Some people weren't worth saving? Harry scratched his jaw, thinking about those parting words. Was that the crux of the problem? Did Severus have his own insecurities? The idea was a little perplexing, because the man was such a confident teacher. He moved with such determination, and surely you had to have a little confidence in order to be a spy? Insecurities made sense though. Harry doubted it was something Severus could ever speak to him about, it just lingered between them. Harry remembered their brief conversation about self doubts just before he saw the Minister. It certainly explained why Severus hid for so long behind his morals. What was the reason behind these doubts? Harry couldn't work it out. The man was a complete contradiction. It wasn't as if Harry could just walk up to the man and say, "hey lets talk about all your issues." Like a bolt of lightning Harry remembered the scene he had seen when he had attempted to learn Occlumency. A young trembling boy, caught within the midst of his parents fighting. Then there was the pensive memory of Severus being bullied. This all had to be part of it. Perhaps it was all linked to why he had become a Death Eater in the first place. Something life changing must have happened to push Severus down that particular path.

Harry wanted to know his mate better, but he still wasn't comfortable talking to Severus about personal matters. How could he ask the man to do so when Harry couldn't? Sitting up in bed, he let his feet rest on the floor. Did he wait here for Severus to come back and finish explaining what he meant? It was the weekend after all, and he hadn't seen his friends it what felt like ages. Besides, if Severus was in one of his moods it could be hours. Deciding to use his own bathroom for a shower Harry left. Unsure if he was allowed to remain in Severus' private bedroom. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP The castle was always loud at the weekends, which was why Severus usually spent them within his lab or marking. He wished there was more he could do with his time. Marking was tedious and potions had never been his true passion. He had been, and still was, fascinated with dark magic. Ironic considered he was now a dark creature. On occasion, Severus had wished he could use his free time for leisurely activities. His family was gone, his friends either dead, or serving under the Dark Lord. The castle really was the safest place for him. Severus couldn't believe he had left the boy yet again. It wasn't even Harry he was angry with. Severus had taken all his choices in life away, and now he was the sole reason Harry was in even more danger. He was the main reason that this had started in the first place. Damn James Potter and damn Lily Potter. If she hadn't been so nice to him, he wouldn't have felt the need to impress her. Then Harry might have been born in safety, and the mantle could have passed to another child. Severus remembered Albus telling him that the prophecy could just as easily had been the Longbottom boy. Well that would have doomed them all, but at least Harry would have been safe. Why did he always take his frustration out on the boy? He already knew Harry was beginning to trust him and develop feelings for him. Why couldn't he just wait? Why was he cursed with this burning desire to know how the boy thought of him? Was he really so vain? What was the boy doing to him? Climbing up the stone steps, Severus could feel his mood darken. He hated reporting to Albus, even if the man had forgiven him, Severus still felt like he was under scrutiny. The Headmaster had left his office door open for him, of course, two cups of tea waiting. Severus sat and waited, watching as Albus finished writing on whatever document he was working on. He ignored the tea. Who knew what type of potion Albus had laced it with? "What did he want?" Albus dropped his quill, fixing Severus with a cool stare. "Amelia Bones is dead. It was a warning. I believe Voldemort is becoming paranoid about the loyalty of his followers."

"He has reason to." Albus rubbed his eyes with his blackened hand. "I'll need to inform the family, and let them collect Miss Bones of course." The old man stood and stroked Fawkes thoughtfully. "I sense you are keeping something from me Severus." "Greyback has discovered I am a werewolf." There wasn't any use tiptoeing around the fact. Severus did take some delight at the surprise in Albus' face. It was rare to catch the old man off guard with any sort of information. The old coot was usually three steps ahead of the game. "That is unfortunate," Albus began cautiously. "How does this affect things?" Severus exhaled irritably and crossed his legs. Once again there was no concern for Severus, just the desire for knowledge. "Greyback does not follow Voldemort out of loyalty." "He does because of the potential victims I suppose?" Albus looked at him closely, a hint of smile present at Severus' surprise. "It's a logical assumption I made some time ago, please continue." "Then you will also know that Greyback's desire is to rule the wizarding community?" The Headmaster nodded. "He wants me to join him and rule a pack. I'm also inferring from his words, that he wants me to bring more werewolves to his cause." "If you refuse?" Damn that old man, always straight to the heart of the matter. "Then he will come to Hogwarts and kill Harry." Albus sat back down, drinking heavily from his tea. "It seems my decision just keeps coming back to haunt me," He muttered, white eyebrows knitting together in a frown. "I thought allowing you and Harry to bond would put Harry in a better position for the future. All I've done is add another concern." Severus could feel his temper rising. Was he not a person in all this? He wasn't an innocent maiden to be married off to the best bidder. The only reason Harry had bonded with him had been to save the wretched beast, and Albus had bonded them so Harry could win the war. Was that the only thing anyone thought about? "You need to stay away from the boy." His head snapped up painfully, glaring at who he considered a friend. "I beg your pardon?" "Your relationship has put Harry into more danger than your potential alliance. I don't believe Harry will allow me to dissolve your bond. I'm not even sure if I could break the bond between a werewolf and his chosen mate. The only option that remains is for you to keep your distance." "And how is that going to solve anything? Harry will still be my mate." Severus' mind tried to catch up to Albus' thoughts. In sudden clarity Severus knew, and his stomach crumpled in pain. "You hope that by my leaving, he will seek to dissolve the bond himself." Furious Severus leapt to his feet, slamming his hands down on the desk. "I'm not letting the boy go!"

"Harry has to win this war Severus. Can you really be so selfish as to deny the world their one saviour because of some misguided feeling you think is love?" "Misguided feeling?" Severus heard himself hiss dangerously. "As I recall Headmaster, it was you who encouraged me to pursue these feelings. It was you who tricked me in the hospital into admitting that I even have the ability to feel these feelings. Do you really think after everything I have lost I will let the boy go?" Severus snarled, fighting against the urge to throttle the man. "Harry has an important role to play. I never for a moment forget that. You are foolish Albus if you think I overlook the fact that it was me who placed the bounty upon the boy's head. Times have changed, I was infected, and it is only now that I think that was for the best!" Severus spun on his heel and left the office, rage radiating from his body. How dare Albus place that upon him! Severus ignored the students that stared at him as he thundered through the corridors. His relationship wasn't something that could be manipulated like this. Severus wanted the war over just as much as the next wizard, but why should he always have to take on the devious role? Harry might agree to dissolve the bond if Severus pushed the boy away. However Severus liked to think that in the few short months he had spent with the boy, he had come to know him a little better. He needed to return to his rooms and fix this problem. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP It was dinner time when Harry reached the hall. Ron and Hermione were already sitting down eating, and Harry smiled as he saw Ginny wave at him. "Harry!" Hermione squeaked as he sat at the table. "We haven't seen you all day. What happened to you?" She demanded. "Easy Hermione, Harry was probably spending some time with Lupin." Ron offered as an explanation for him. "That's rubbish, Lupin left yesterday. Where have you been today?" She accused. Harry sighed and helped himself to some dinner. "After dinner yesterday, I went to go see Dumbledore about my training for the war, and I ran into Scrimgeour." "The new Minister?" Ginny asked. "Yeah. He wanted to speak to me. After that I had a really late night. I didn't sleep until early this morning, and I only woke up about an hour ago." Harry reinforced his point with a wide yawn. Hermione seemed satisfied with his answer and carried on eating. "What did he want?" Ron asked.

"Something about becoming a new mascot for the Ministry. I think people's faith in them is a little shaken, what with you-know-who and the new werewolf law." Harry mumbled around a mouthful of potato. "Charming," Ginny grinned at him. "So did you give any thought to re-starting the DA?" Harry swallowed and nodded. "I can't give you an exact evening yet, I'll need to fit it around my other sessions and Quidditch" "And homework," Hermione interjected. Ron rolled his eyes, and gestured for Harry to continue with his fork. "If you guys could subtly find out whose interested that would be a great help. I'm not exactly flavour with the month with the Gryffindor's." "Oh you mean after that stunt with Snape months ago that cost you all those points. I think people have forgotten about that. Neville received loads from Sprout and now we're joint second with Ravenclaw look." Ginny pointed to the turners which held the points. "Honestly Harry people don't hold grudges for that long, but I'll spread the word. Now about Quidditch training? We've got a match against Hufflepuff soon." Harry had completely forgotten about Quidditch. Their last match had been before Christmas and they were now in spring. His team hadn't had any training since. He was surprised McGonagall hadn't booted him off the team. "How about tomorrow, I'm sure McGonagall will let us use the pitch." Harry smiled hopefully as more Gryffindor's joined the table. They all returned his friendly grin and began to eat. Harry guessed he really was forgiven then. Within the group was Lavender, and Harry could see Hermione's shoulders tense with the blonde girl's arrival. Ron put his arm around his girlfriend, and Harry struggled not to laugh at Ginny's disgusted reaction. "Now Harry, if you're finished eating what do you say to a game of exploding snap?" Ginny waggled her eyebrows, the splitting image of her twin brothers. "Sure." Harry quickly scanned the head table, but Severus and Dumbledore were absent. Harry guessed they were having a meeting about last night. "Would you like to play Hermione?" Harry asked gently. The bushy haired girl nodded, her cheeks sporting a red flush of anger. "Hey guys wait, I'll come too!" Ron quickly shovelled the remaining food into his mouth. "No need Ron. I'm sure Lavender would like to spend time with you," Hermione spat. "Let's go Apollo," She whispered to Harry. Harry gave Ron an apologetic smile, who was staring bewildered after their best friend. Harry didn't protest when Ginny looped her arm with his, pulling him down to ask a question. "Why did Hermione call you Apollo just now?" Her eyes were burning with curiosity.

"I became an Animagus and that was the nickname Hermione gave me." Harry laughed at Ginny's puzzled face. "Strange but I wont question it. Shouldn't you have been Prongs Jr or Bambi, something stag related like that?" Hermione looked at Harry, clearly wondering if Harry was going to explain. "My Patronus changed into a wolf Ginny, so my Animagus is a wolf." "Oh I see" There was silence as the girl processed it. Hermione raised a slender eyebrow and mouthed, "Was that wise?" "I guess it makes sense that after Sirius died your patronus would change. But Harry his form was a large dogbut it was kind of wolf like so, yeah." Ginny finished, offering the fat lady the password. "How do you even know about Bambi? That's a Muggle film," Harry asked. "Have you met my father?" Ginny laughed, moving aside so Harry could enter. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Why was Harry leaving with the young Weasley girl? He had been surprised to find his rooms empty and it had taken a few moments to realise that Harry would be getting food. Seeing him with Weasley thoughSeverus tried not to explode in a temper. Was Harry really that blind that he couldn't see Ginny Weasley wanted him? It had been a running joke in the teacher's lounge, the youngest Weasel fawning over the illustrious Harry Potter. Many even thought that it was natural for Harry to marry her. She did bear some resemblance to Lily after all, in terms of hair colouring and temper. Severus knew he had claimed Harry. Yet all he could see was their conjoined arms, and the words of the meddling old fool in his brain. He had to resolve it, and he needed to do it soon. Severus wouldn't put it past Albus to attempt something to save his golden boy. He decided to retire to his rooms and wait. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry sat in front of the fire, watching as Hermione read a book. Ginny had retired to bed, after thoroughly thrashing him several times at exploding snap. Harry was just enjoying the peace for now. Ron hadn't returned from dinner, and neither had Lavender, a fact that hadn't escaped Hermione, if her darting eyes were anything to go by. "Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked gently, making his voice low even though most people had retired for the night. "Aren't you tired?"

"Nah I slept through most of the day, I'm strangely awake now." Hermione nodded, still not taking her eyes from the book. Eventually she snapped, flinging it onto the spare pillow next to her. "What does he see in her? She's stupid airhead that thinks that everything Trelawney says is gospel! I even heard her the other day telling Parvati how handsome Firenze was!" Was the centaur attractive? The thought suddenly entered Harry's mind. He hadn't really noticed the centaur around much. Harry knew that Firenze was helping with divination, but they hadn't had much contact since his first year escapade into the deep forest. Thinking about it, Harry didn't really find anyone that attractive. It wasn't something he looked at in a person. The desire to be with someone had never really crossed his mind. That was all Voldemort's fault. "Why haven't you told Ron Hermione?" He asked, making the girl turn pink. "I can't just go up to him and tell him!" She shrieked in horror. Some of the common room members turned at her voice, and began talking among themselves. Harry felt his shoulders sag. He wanted to be sympathetic he really did, but this had dragged on for years. "Hermione, he's never going to know unless you tell him." "But after everything I've done, after everything we've been through! Doesn't he know by now?" Her eyes grew misty. "He's a guy Hermione. We don't think about those sorts of things. When it comes to relationships you need to be blunt." Hermione stared at him thoughtfully. "Yeah, maybe your right." Harry hid his smile. Maybe he should say something to Ron? No, it wasn't his place to meddle. Would he have listened if someone had told him he would be in a relationship with Severus? Probably not. "How's everything with you Harry?" Should he tell her? Heat was stinging his skin. "We consummated the bond." Hermione's eyes grew wide, and for a brief heart stopping minute Harry thought he could see disapproval in them. "Wow," She breathed out. "Was it? I mean you know" She trailed off bashfully. "It was worth it," Harry grinned. "So what happens now?"

"I guess we start a relationship. Severus says we need to get to know each other but" Harry trailed off and looked into the flames. "I think he has issues Hermione and I don't know what to do about them." "Like what?" "He doesn't seem to trust me, and he seems to have all of these doubts about everything." Hermione got down from where she was sitting and moved closer to Harry. "Harry Severus Snape is a very complicated person with, by the sounds of it, emotional baggage. It's going to take you both a while to get to know each other. Don't forget that until recently it was Snape you blamed for everything, declaring he was evil." She paused and rested her hand on his arm. "I honestly never believed that Snape hated you, I thought he was jealous of you, but not hate." "Why would he be jealous of me?" Harry was shocked at that announcement. "Oh come on Harry, you became an Animagus like practically over night. Your magical ability is something I'm jealous of. You're nice and kind to people and you help everyone. You have more choices in lifeyes I know about Voldemort." She added at his rolled eyes. "I've always viewed Snape as a bitter old man. Don't forget Harry he's trapped within the castle working for two bosses, what kind of happiness can he have? He must be reluctant to trust you in case you decide to leave him. Everyone thinks ill of him, how can he not think like that of himself?" Harry pondered her words. He believed her, Hermione was very perspective. "Shame you can't be as perceptive towards you and Ron," he joked, smiling as she punched him gently. "I should get going its late." "Alright Harry. I'll come watch you at practice tomorrow." "Oh yeah, I'll need to speak to McGonagall in the morning, hopefully the pitch is free." Harry slowly stood, pulling Hermione up with him. "Well you are sleeping with the Slytherin head of house, luck should be on your side. It's normally Snape that opposes to the Gryffindor's using the pitch." Hermione chuckled as she hugged Harry goodbye. In a happier mood Harry left the tower, content now to find Snape and resolve their earlier dispute. Hermione spoke a lot of sense, and Harry knew he had to be patient when it came to the older man. Their relationship was never going to be an easy one, Harry already knew that. But if they just knew about each other, perhaps they wouldn't keep flying off the handle. Harry made sure to walk slowly through the corridors towards the dungeons. He didn't want any late night students following him. He was always careful when returning to his rooms, just in case. He wasn't going to put Severus in any more danger. There was also the problem that it was after curfew, and while most teachers might have given him leeway Filch never did.

The hallways were empty, with most of the paintings fast asleep. One of the staircases had decided to move for the night, so Harry was stuck waiting for it to move back, and that was how Dumbledore found him. TBC Books Harry Potter

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Chapter 21 Hi everyone, thank you so much for all your comments. I'm glad everyone is enjoying my story so much! I'm trying to write as fast as I can, but sleep deprivation is a powerful thing and I'm exhausted! Having a child is a joy, but so much work. As always please review it is inspiring, and once again thank you to all those who have stuck with me. HPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Ah Harry, I was just thinking about when we would next meet. Why are you wandering around this castle so late at night?" Dumbledore questioned softly. Harry was relieved the Headmaster wasn't angry at him for being out after curfew. "I was visiting my friends in Gryffindor tower sir, now I'm just off to bed." "Ah I see. It's good that you still see your friends given the circumstances. I was just curious Harry, if you're not too tired of course, would you mind accompanying me to my office? I have some news regarding your request and considering we both seem to be night owls, now is as good as time as any."

Harry looked towards the staircase that had finally swung round, presenting him with a clear path towards Severus' quarters. He really just wanted to see Severus but he always found it difficult to say no to Dumbledore. The man's eyes were twinkling in earnest, and Harry knew Dumbledore went out of his way to help him. "Sure why not?" Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Excellent," Dumbledore smiled at him, leading him away from the stairs. "How goes Quidditch?" The old man asked as they walked towards his tower. "I think Gryffindor is in with a chance this year. I'm failing them a bit as a captain, but thankfully I have a really strong team. We have a match against Hufflepuff coming up." Harry easily fell in step with the man, effortlessly talking about their chosen subject. Dumbledore was always easy to talk to, a grandfatherly figure in Harry's life. "I must admit I was a little concerned when Mr Weasley was put forward as keeper. Sugar quills," Dumbledore told the bronze griffin. "Ron just needs a little more confidence in his abilities," Harry reassured Dumbledore, letting the man walk ahead of him on the stairs. "Indeed and how are your studies progressing? How are you finding Defence?" Harry halted in thought. He had been trying his best in all his subjects for a change. These were the years leading up to his NEWTS after all. Harry was struggling with Potions, he always had done, and as for Defence Against the Dark Arts "I find the new teacher, Slughorn a little peculiar if I'm honest sir." Harry had ignored most of his lessons, preferring to teach himself the spells suited to his cause. "I originally planned Horace for the Potions role, and I was going to give Severus the job of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Horace is the better Potions master after all." "Why didn't you?" Harry asked, unsure if he could ask such a thing. Dumbledore smiled. "Do not repeat this to Severus Harry, but I believed Horace would give this year's students an advantage. Potions are a delicate subject, and one that is not needed for everyday tasks. I believe Defence is something everyone should know. Every year I have sobbing students at my door, all suffering from the hands of professor Snape." Dumbledore chuckled to himself, and opened his office door. Harry could understand Dumbledore's decision, but he honestly didn't believe he was learning much from those classes. "Now Harry please take a seat, can I offer you anything to drink, something to eat perhaps?" Harry sat and smiled at Fawkes who was sleeping contentedly on his perch. "No thank you." Harry remembered the funny after taste of the headmaster's tea. It wasn't a brand Harry liked.

"Alright then," Dumbledore answered, conjuring up a pot of tea for himself. It took a few minutes for the man to get comfortable, and eventually he regarded Harry with a warm stare. "Now then, I spoke to the professors regarding your request, and while they were all willing to help, I think we should concentrate on certain areas. I don't believe Astronomy or History of Magic will aid you much." "I agree." "Excellent. Professors Sprout, Flitwick, McGonagall, and Slughorn have all agreed to give you one to one tuition. Severus has also agreed to help you with your potion making." Harry regarded the information carefully, "why would Herbology help?" He asked Dumbledore cautiously. The man studied him, something clearly battling within his head. "Do you believe the final battle will be at Hogwarts Harry?" He answered slowly. "Maybe. I don't think Voldemort has a specific place in mind." "Tom will attack Hogwarts one day; it is a place of great importance to him. However many of the Horcruxes are still outside this building, and you may one day have to find them." Harry looked at his mentor in horror, finally seeing just how frail the man appeared. Dumbledore had always been old, his white hair gave that away, but Harry had seen him fight against Voldemort last year in the Ministry. He knew that Voldemort was afraid of him. Surely he wasn't going anywhere just yet? Dumbledore smiled kindly at him. "I am old Harry, and while I am touched by your concern the fact remains I am old. I cannot seek all the Horcruxes by myself, but I will not leave you to fight this battle by yourself." Harry exhaled loudly, slumping on the chair. "I thought you were about to tell me you were dying or something." Harry laughed nervously. His heart was racing at the prospect of going through this on his own. "I assume you know about Severus' late night meeting?" When Harry nodded Dumbledore pressed on, "Has he informed you of what he learnt?" "No sir, he said he would need to speak to you first. I don't want to get him into trouble by knowing things I shouldn't." Harry began to rub his hands in his lap. Was that why he was here? Were they both in trouble? Dumbledore nodded wisely, his eyes burning into his soul. Could the old man read minds like Severus? Was that what he was doing? Harry subtly tried to place mental shields up, like Severus had once vainly attempted to teach him. He could feel his eyes twitch beneath his glasses with the subtle effort. Dumbledore made no facial expressions that anything was out of the ordinary, even when Severus' older magic entered his body in an attempt to help. "Yes he was right to do so. Madam Bones was murdered last night, and it was better Susan Bones knew about it before you were told, I hope you understand." Harry tried to look saddened by the news, but his head was reeling with the possibilities of using Severus'

magic like this. It wasn't something either of them had discussed, and Harry was unaware he could call on in like this. Maybe his studies would become easier now. His eyes widened. Someone had died and all he was thinking about was magic? He didn't know the Hufflepuff well. His memory was limited to seeing the back of her auburn head in joint lessons. Harry was glad Severus hadn't told him, the thought of others discussing Sirius' death without firstly telling him made his blood boil. "Do you know why?" "Who knows why Tom does these things. Perhaps it was to weaken our morale, or maybe she got on the wrong side of a Death Eater." Dumbledore paused, looking at his phoenix. "Or it might have had something to do with her being a member of the Wizengamot council and one of those who stood up for you in your trial." Harry felt his body become heavy, the Headmaster's words sounding like they were coming out from deep under water. He was responsible for this? He didn't even know the woman. "Harry, it has nothing to do with you." Dumbledore reached across the desk and patted his hand. "How can it not? She was murdered because she stood up for me." Harry spat, jerking his hand away from the Headmaster to wrap his arms around himself. "Harry you have to believe that one day you will stop him, and all these deaths." Harry clung to the words like they were ointment on his tormented soul. He would defeat Voldemort, he just had to! "Is Susan alright?" "Time heals all wounds Harry as you well know there was something else we needed to discuss" "With all this death the morale of the Order can't be great. Just looking around the school makes me feel depressed. Everyone is scared all the time, and there's nothing to look forward to but another letter telling you that a member of your family is missing, or dead." Harry interrupted Dumbledore, jumping to his feet. "There has to be something you can do!" Harry implored, his brain already thinking of ideas. "Maybeoh never mind it sounds stupid." Harry sat back down in embarrassment. "You really think that would help?" Dumbledore's speculative voice only confirmed Harry's idea that the old man could read minds. Severus' magic quickly came to his aid once again. "I don't know maybe. After all most of the students here haven't had anything fun this term. Maybe a ball or a party of some description would help. I know the girls would like it. Just something for everyone to look forward to, it might take their minds off what's happening." Harry thought the idea might be a little juvenile, but something needed to be done. "I think you're right Harry, something to boost the spirit might be exactly what the student population need. This is the reason you'll make such a great leader in the future my boy."

Harry felt his cheeks warm. "I don't really like going to balls but it changes the subject from future Death Eater attacks, everyone will be too wrapped up in potential dates." Harry muttered bitterly. "An excellent idea, I'll mention it at the next staff meeting," Dumbledore smiled happily. "Now Harry there's something else we need to discuss about Severus' meeting. It seems that Greyback has become aware of Severus' condition." Harry could feel his spine straighten in distress, his body automatically leaning forward. Not wanting to appear immature Harry placed his hands in his lap to avoid clenching the arms of his chair. "It's not a cause for alarm but we just need to be extra vigilant, we don't want to put Severus in anymore danger now do we?" As he thought over the Headmaster's words a question began to burn on his tongue. "Can Greyback tell if Severus has a mate?" "I'm not completely familiar with the werewolf senses but I don't believe you to be in any danger. While Greyback might know Severus has a mate, I don't think he knows it's you." "Doesn't that put Severus in more danger?" "Severus knew the consequences in bonding Harry. He willingly put himself in this danger to aid you." Harry remembered his earlier morning conversation with Severus, and how he had become angry at Harry. The man continuously put himself in danger, only becoming angry at the thought that Harry had some how put himself in danger to save him. Had Harry done the right thing in bonding? Was the man in even more trouble? "Have I done the right thing?" Harry whispered to himself, forgetting Dumbledore was sitting across from him. "You felt a connection that was worth saving, and Severus needed the protection of the bond. Now we have to determine if having such a bond is safer in the long run. He is safe from the ministry of course, but now he is in even more peril with Tom's followers. That is something you need to think about Harry." He looked at the elder wizard, and eyebrow cocked in thought. He knew what the older man was saying indirectly, but was that something he could do? Harry looked down at his grubby trainers. People were dying and here he was selfishly thinking about love. Severus was in danger and Harry didn't want to let him go, even though it might be the right thing to do. How could he even call it love if he wasn't willing to put Severus' safety first? "It's late you need to sleep. Don't forget though Harry, you don't have to stay in Severus' quarters if you don't wish to, Gryffindor tower is always your home. Don't forget your friends, and remember to have fun while it's still safe." Dumbledore smiled at him kindly, and Harry felt his stomach twist. Wasn't this the man who always pushed him to accept his destiny? Why was he now he was trying to twist it in such a way that Severus was holding him back?

No, the old man was always trying to look out for him. He might be over bearing, but Dumbledore wouldn't try and manipulate him like that. He had allowed them to be bonded after all, and he had let it slip in the hospital wing that Severus had feelings for him. Feeling more confident Harry got up to leave. "Oh just a moment, I have something for you," Dumbledore shifted through the pieces of parchment on his desk. "Here is your new timetable with evening sessions. I've tried to spread them out so you have a few evenings off here and there." Eagerly Harry snatched it up, scanning the timetable. "Of course our lessons regarding the Horcruxes will be an as and when deal, I'll send an owl informing you a week in advance, if that is acceptable to you?" "That's fine Sir. Thank you for this," Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Sorry I've been avoiding your letters about meeting you for the Horcrux meetings." "I understand Harry. Please be aware that anything that I can do to aid you in this fight I will give you." Dumbledore spoke gently, but Harry could see the man's eyes narrow, and he knew him well enough to know something was being hidden yet again. Remembering Severus' instructions that everything was always being done for his own good, Harry decided to ignore it and simply bade the Headmaster a good night. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus was seriously considering going to look for Harry at this late hour. It was well after curfew, and the boy was seldom late after their arrangement. Severus could feel his skin crawl with the possible thoughts of what Harry could be getting up to, and he had no one to blame but himself. It was only when Severus felt the boy subconsciously pull on his magic, a tingling sensation which pulled on Severus' heart, that the man knew what had happened. Albus Dumbledore. Severus was proud that Harry was attempting to conceal his thoughts. What was concerning him though was why Harry felt he needed to. Severus paced back and forth by his fire. It's once roaring flames now reduced to glowing embers. Severus' open palm slammed into the fireplace frame. He had given the old coot ample information to work with, and he made the situation worse by arguing with Harry. Glaring into the cinders, he didn't even hear the door to his chambers open, only noticing Harry when the boy coughed discreetly. Severus turned and saw within seconds that resolution was swimming within those green eyes. "No." He growled. "It's for the best," Harry muttered, kicking open his trunk and avoiding eye contact. "No Harry don't listen to him, this is what he wants you to do." Severus knew what had happened, and he couldn't stop the panic that was beginning to climb up his throat.

"How is this ever going to work?" Harry screamed in frustration, spinning on his heel to scowl at him. "We can't even have a basic conversation without getting into an argument!" Harry began stuffing his few items into his trunk. Severus moved closer to Harry, but he was held back by the boy's unconscious magic creating a shield between them. "I agree that our communication needs work, but there is no reason to act so rashly." Severus subtly began picking away at the shield. "No, you never wanted me and I never wanted you. It's done now and I'm going back to Gryffindor tower!" Harry slammed his trunk shut and gave the room one quick look around. "You truly are an imbecile if you think I'm going to let you walk out that door Harry Potter." "Threatening me now? How Death Eater of you!" Harry picked up the trunk and began dragging it towards the door, his shield still making Severus keep his distance. Severus had already locked the door in preparation and Harry merely scowled at it. "You can't keep me in a relationship I don't want. I saved your sorry hide which is more than most people. I'm not going to tell anyone of your condition so you don't need to worry about that." Severus still didn't open the door, but his resolve was beginning to waver. The burning in Harry's eyes was too powerful to ignore. Was this really what he wanted? Harry stood in front of the door, waiting for it to open. It was slight, but Severus knew Harry well enough to see the boy's shoulders hunched in anguish. This wasn't what he wanted. With aid from his werewolf, Severus finally managed to rip apart Harry's shield and moved to hold him. "No stop I don't want this, you disgusting old man." Harry fought back, flinging insults as a last ditch attempt. Severus grabbed his wrists, forcing him to stop. "Harry dissolving our bond will not put you in any less danger. I can protect you from Greyback." Severus wanted Harry to understand him. He was strong enough to protect this fledgling emotion he was feeling and he would die a thousand times before letting harm come to Harry. The boy was struggling, straining against his body. "I'm not in danger, you are." Harry spat, attempting to pull his hands away. Severus let go in shock. "You want to terminate our bond because you think it will make me safe?" Harry stumbled backwards as Severus let him go. "Yes," He muttered resentfully. "What about your safety?" Severus was unsure what was happening. Why did Harry think he was trouble? That blasted man! "Harry I'm not in danger, Greyback isn't interested in harming me, it's you he threatened." Severus sat on the sofa his head in his hands. "Me? But why did Dumbledore" Harry trailed off as the pieces fit together. Severus breathed deeply as he thought about what had just happened. His initial thoughts were Harry was afraid for himself, he should have known that was out of character for the Gryffindor, especially someone like Harry who felt he had to save everyone. He finally had his answer.

A timid hand touched the back of his hand gently. "I'm sorry I said those things." The sofa dipped a little as Harry joined him. Harry's leg was pressed against his in a basic need for reassurance, but Severus' mind was reeling with his new revelation. "At the beginning I wanted to save Artemis. I'd never really considered being gay, but saying that, I've never really had romantic feelings for anyone. There's always been too much happening, and I never wanted to put anyone in danger. As time passed I began to trust you, and in a way I think I always did. I was always quick to cast you in the bad guy role, but I know how hard you work for the Order." Severus listened, sensing the boy shouldn't be interrupted. "I trust you Severus, and I like belonging to you." "You are not a possession." "I meant I like being with you, not just with Artemis. I'd like to see where this can go, despite the consequences." "You're Slytherin side is showing. All the teachers know about the sorting hat in your first year," Severus explained at Harry's shock. "And I'm relieved your not a pure Gryffindor at heart," Severus pulled his head up. "I apologize for my imprudence earlier." Severus looked at his mate. This young man, filled with promise and magic, who could have easily picked a more suitable mate, had decided to love him. It made Severus feel a little ill, his stomach twisting with bile. He had wanted the boy to love him for a long while now, but now he knew of it made him nervous. He was strong enough to protect Harry from others, but could he protect him from himself, with his sharp tongue and condescending attitude? "I know what I'm getting into." Harry smiled and placed his small hand on top of his large one. "I might not be able to read minds but I can guess what you're thinking." Severus looked down at the offering, the tanned complexion a stark contrast to his pale one. Slowly he turned his hand so their palms were now touching, and Harry took the initiative to entwine their fingers. "Things in life that are worth having are not always easy." Severus whispered. "No they aren't" Harry was going to say something else but he trailed off bashfully. "We need to begin speaking to each other civilly of course." Harry added a t Severus' raised eyebrow. "My personality is not going to amend itself overnight, and I will remain the same in public. However I will attempt to be" Severus searched for a word, "kinder in how I speak to you. I will be worthy of your trust Harry." Severus knew it was going to be a long road for the both of them, but he felt like they had made progress. "I need to sleep. I'm going to hold a training session tomorrow." Harry indicated the sofa with his eyes. "You are no longer required to sleep on the sofa. I would have thought that obvious." Severus rolled his eyes. "AlthoughI believe I offered you a bath last night and it was a

shower we partook in. Can I rectify my error?" Severus asked huskily inching his body closer. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Whatever Harry had thought when Severus offered him a bath it certainly wasn't this. His blood had heated at the prospect of intimacy. Instead Harry was reclining within the deep bath, filled with delicate smelling water. There were no bubbles to hide his modesty; the opaque water was doing that. Harry hadn't expected to be by himself in the bath. Severus was with him in the room, observing him from a chair he had dragged in. Harry was quiet under the scrutiny, neither of them speaking. Black eyes were watching him for something, brooding as they remained in silence. Sloshing the water about, Harry washed his torso and his arms, trying to ignore the stare. He felt awful about their earlier argument and he wanted to make it up to the man. Severus had been thinking of protecting him all the time and Harry didn't understand what Dumbledore thought he was doing. Perhaps he was just concerned for Severus as they were close. Yet the man hadn't mentioned it was him Greyback wanted. There must have been an explanation for that. "Why didn't you tell me Greyback knew about you?" Harry broke the silence, wincing as the man's eyes narrowed. "I did not wish to worry you further. It is enough that the Dark Lord is hunting you." "Compared to that a werewolf isn't much to worry aboutno offense." Severus' lips twitched so Harry assumed the man hadn't been insulted. "Were you going to tell me?" "There are some things I cannot share with you. I believe I would have told you eventually. Albus needed to be told about Bones first however." "I understand." Harry swirled his hand through the water thoughtfully. "Was it because of me?" "Why would you think that?" Severus raised his voice angrily. "The most logical reason is Madam Bones is next in line to become Minister after Scrimgeour. That man has a price on his head." Harry felt his body melt with relief. "Did Albus tell you that?" Severus demanded. "He mentioned it might have been a reason." "Harry, people dying has nothing to do with you. You are the victim of a madman's rage, and it is because of him people are dying. Never believe it has anything to do with you. I'll be with you when the time comes, in either form." "Promise?" Harry hated how childish his voice sounded. "You have my word. No matter what transpires between us I will be alongside you."

"I wish I knew how Voldemort found out about the prophecy. Dumbledore won't tell me. I'd like to know which Death Eater was responsible for all of this." Harry rubbed his scar in irritation. He saw Severus was beginning to look uncomfortable. Harry had pushed him too far, by talking about his emotions like this. It was still early days yet and this was one of the most civil conversations they had in a while. "I got a nickname for my Animagus." He attempted to turn the conversation back to more trivial matters. "It's Apollo." He grinned. "The twin of Artemis, fitting. Why the obsession with the god and goddesses of old?" "Hermione came up with it. I already told you why I called the werewolf Artemis, I know you were listening." "I always listened to your conversations with Artemis." Severus told him, his voice making it sound intimate. "Now that's spying." "Something I excel at." Severus stood, peeling away his robe. "What are you doing?" Harry squeaked, his hands automatically covering himself. "It is hot in here." Severus chuckled. "Oh" Harry pinched himself. "The water is nice and warm." "The steam gives it away." "Care to join me?" Harry challenged. Severus regarded him thoughtfully before removing the rest of his clothes. Harry's vision was a little fuzzy without his glasses, but the man was close enough for Harry to see enough of his body. Even though the man had already been intimate with him, Harry couldn't help but look away, his hands twisting together under the water. A cool hand on his shoulder made him startle, and at its insistence Harry scooted forward allowing Severus to sit behind him. Long slender legs trailed past him, and Harry could feel the toned chest behind his back. Hands came up out of the water to pull Harry back by his shoulders, caressing and kneading the young flesh. Feeling brave, Harry halted them. Immediately they stopped the body tensing. "Harry" Harry wanted to do this, as a way of apology and as a way of reconfirming their bond. Twisting in the water so he was facing Severus, he sat uncomfortably on his knees, Harry smiled. Severus waited as Harry climbed to straddle the man's hips, their faces now level.

"Just let me." "It is not usual for a werewolf to let their mate have the higher ground." Severus growled, hands gripping into the tender skin of Harry's side. "I want to be able to see you." Severus groaned, and pulled him closer, claiming his mouth possessively. Harry pushed the liquid soap along into Severus' reach and then wrapped his hands into the dark hair. He could feel the man's delicate intrusion, and he moaned into his mouth, hands now trailing the alabaster chest. When Harry could tell his body was ready, he held the man's arms to his sides. "Let me," He growled in a way he hoped was seductive. His mate's eyes narrowed but he allowed Harry to continue, only moving when Harry had enveloped him in his warmth. It wasn't complete domination; the man was still inside him, but setting the pace himself allowed Harry to feel empowered. He could feel the man's strength beneath him, his limbs like velvet covered steel. Severus was struggling not to touch him, every instinct fighting for the urge to claim, Harry could see it in his face. Harry would stop occasionally, allowing their mouths to join. Black eyes would then open, fierce in their demand. Harry knew then that Severus trusted him. He knew how possessive a werewolf could be, and it must have been killing the older man, this slow agonizing pace. Eventually Severus could withstand no longer and his hand snaked around Harry's member, urging him into a faster tempo. He sat up, changing the angle making Harry call out loudly. He thought it was him setting the tone, but it was Severus that was now controlling the situation, his teeth grazing the side of his neck. Harry was powerless, a mere bundle of nerves as he rode out his feelings, spurred forward by the puppet master that was Severus. His body was tightening, reaching its peak. A mere flick of the tongue against his nipple was enough to send him soaring, pulling Severus with him as his body clamped down. He slumped against Severus, feeling the deep thumping of his heart. Severus was panting, one hand clutching Harry's back, the other cradling his head. After a few moments Severus recovered, his fingers brushing away the strands of hair plastered against his forehead. Warm lips pressed against his scar, not in a kiss but just resting against the mark. Severus was murmuring something, too softly for Harry to hear, even with his advanced wolfish hearing. Harry was content just to rest against the man, happy with this new found happiness. They were both forever trapped by the world, their positions bringing their own kind of danger. But just listening to the man's breathing reassured Harry that this was the right thing, regardless of their obligations. He would destroy Voldemort and he didn't need to get rid of Severus to do so. Perhaps he was more Slytherin than Gryffindor.

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The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 851 - Follows: 1,257 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 22 Happy new year everyone, I hope you all had a great Christmas? Not many chapters left to go now, but as some of you might be aware a sequel is currently being planned out called 'The rise of Apollo.' I'm just ironing out some of the details. At the moment I know how I want the story to endbut sometimes Harry and Severus don't always comply HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "What did you see when you looked into the mirror of Erised?" Severus whispered, trailing his fingertips along the curve of Harry's back, occasionally pausing to tease the base of the spine. "How do you know about that?" Harry stretched out in the bed, his back cracking softly. "Albus kept me updated on things of importance regarding you. What you may have seen captured my interest, and now I can finally ask you. What did you see?" "What do you think it was?" Was the whispered reply, his green eyes glimmering in the soft light. "Before I knew you I would have said it was you, atop a mountain, legions of your fans paying homage to you." "A mountaintop?" Harry shifted to his elbows. "A little extreme."

"I did state it was before I knew you." The fingers now toyed with the hair at the back of Harry's head. "It is an intimate question and one you do not need to answer." "Then why ask it?" "An attempt to get to know you better." Severus rested his head on his bent arm, now looking up at the boy. He waited patiently for Harry to answer, his fingers still ghosting over the naked skin. The bed was warmed by their bodies, keeping away the chill that was usually present within his chambers. "I saw my parents and extended family." Harry whispered, hiding his face with his raven hair. Concerned Severus sat up. While his own family was of no importance to him, he knew that for an orphan, it was a tender subject. "I distinctly remember that when we first metArtemis and you," Severus offered when he saw the boy's brows furrow in confusion, "you spoke of a desire for a family." "That was before I realised anyone was actually listening," Harry murmured, still concealed behind his hair. "Has that changed?" It might have been the tone in his voice which made Harry look up, and gaze at him reassuringly. "No, but it's not in the sense that you think. I never thought I would live for much longerhell the prophecy even tells me that I might have to die. I guess that I just wanted to be special to someone as Harry, not the boy who lived. At the time I had Romilda Vane trying to poison me with a love potion every other day." "Ah yes Miss Vane. I'm glad her parents made the wise decision to pull her out of school." Severus felt himself smirk, Artemis pulled a mental equivalent. "As I answered, I believe it's only fair I get the chance to ask you such a personal question." Severus resisted the urge to laugh at Harry's daring. "You can always ask Harry, but I will not always answer. However, I will endeavour to speak the truth when able to." "What changed for you?" Severus felt the covers shift as Harry drew in a deep breath, and he thought about how to answer. "I've always felt protective of you. I became infected with lycanthropy in an unconventional way." "I thought you could only be bitten?" "If you persist in interrupting I will not answer your question," Severus snapped, easily reverting into his teacher's tone of voice. "Greyback had transformed while I was on a mission for the Dark Lord. My calf had been split open in battle, and I was stranded within some forsaken forest. Whilst there, I foolishly drank water from a werewolf paw in an attempt to survive, only realising my mistake after. It was because of my friendship with your mother that I felt the need to survive to protect you."

Harry's eyes were round as saucers. "Do you think Artemis wanted to bond with me because of that reason?" Instead of being annoyed, Severus thought about it. He hadn't considered it from that angle before, a beast born out of a deep desire to protect. Artemis was vehement in his disapproval. "The wolf says no. I have come off topic somewhat. Yes, I was against the bonding, but as I told you once before, preconceptions can change. It was the mere fact of you helping me after a transformation that made me consider completing our bond." Severus pulled himself into a sitting position, resting his foot against Harry's hip. "The bond was demanding fulfilment, and I was powerless to stop you if you wished to do anything. I strive to remain in control of myself, and you did nothing but help me." "Why would I do anything?" Harry jerked his head in alarm. "I had tormented you for years, and I know you blamed me for Black's death. You were bonded, perhaps against your will, with very limited information about what it required, and I was despicable towards you for the first few months. It would have been only natural for you to lash out whilst you had the upper hand." "I wouldn't have done that." "And that is why I began to trust you." Severus trailed his index finger along the outline of Harry's jaw. "You are also one of the first people to stand up for my honour." Severus remembered the scene from Albus' rooms. "Oh with Scrimgeour? That's not true, Dumbledore was always defending you when I accused youback in my earlier years of course," Harry bashfully added. "He vou ched for you with the Order; otherwise you'd be in Azkaban." "I believe that for Albus, it benefits him to have me on his side. If I were of no use Harry, I would have been placed in Azkaban." "I don't think that's true." Harry pressed up closer to him. "Believe what you will." Severus snaked an arm around Harry's body. "Why did you want me to stay in your rooms?" "Sleep Harry, you mentioned that you were playing that infernal game tomorrow." "Only training, Dumbledore said I could go back to Gryffindor tower if I wanted." "That is your choice," Severus pulled the covers over the pair of them. "Don't you want me to stay?" The voice was desperate. "I'm not going to answer the obvious, sleep." Severus heard the irritated huff, as the boy fidgeted to get comfortable, subtly putting distance between them. Waiting for Harry to

calm, Severus moved closer to embrace him while he slept. "Yes I want you to stay." He whispered, ignoring the way Harry's facial muscles moved in the dim light. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "For Gods sake duck!" Harry screamed at the red head, wincing as the bludger smashed into the side of Ron's head again. He could only watch as Ron spiralled down to the ground. "You shouldn't have put him on the team Harry." Ginny told him, hovering near his elbow. Sighing, Harry ignored her and pulled his gloves on tighter. He had already given his best friend prep talks. This was something he needed to work through on his own. Looking down at the stands he could see some fellow housemates watching the antics of the team. Lavender's shrill voice could be heard, even from where Harry was flying, and he could just about see Hermione's brown eyes narrowed in a scowl. The rest of the team was up to standard. Katie was back as a chaser, and Harry saw by the excited gleam in her eyes just how happy she was. Even the two new beaters Harry had selected this year were shaping up. Both Jimmy and Ritchie were impressive. It was only Ron who still struggled, and this was their final match of the year. Thankfully it wasn't for a fortnight yet. Blowing into his whistle, he flapped his arm, signalling the team to land and shower. Immediately Lavender dashed across the pitch, and flung herself in Ron's outstretched arms. Harry felt his nose wrinkle in repulsion. They had been flying all morning and Harry could smell himself. He didn't even want to think about how Ron must have smelt. Lazily circling down, Harry joined Hermione in the stands, waiting as she finished the page she was reading. "I've found a free evening for the DA," he offered when Hermione glanced up at him. "Tuesday's are the only day I have free, or I can do weekends if people can't make it. Could you enlist Ginny and find out who's interested?" Hermione nodded absently, her teeth gnawing into her bottom lip. "Would you like to do something today? I'm free." Harry asked gently. "I've got homework to do, and studying. Don't forget these last two years are important Harry." She stood and brushed down her cloak. "I know and I have been." Harry didn't feel the need to add what might happen next year. Let his friends continue in this contented bliss. "We haven't seen Hagrid in a while. He might think we're neglecting him. Besides, I could use some rock cake." He pushed her playfully with his shoulder. Finally he had her full attention as she looked over towards Hagrid's shack. "We ought to see him. Alright then, but only for an hour." "Great, how about I shower, we have lunch and then we can go?" Harry gestured to his sweaty clothes.

"Good idea, I'll walk you back." Hermione gathered up her books and briskly walked away. Harry could see the resolution in the tenseness of her body as she refused to look back at the pitch. His red headed friend had an armful of his girlfriend, but Harry saw Ron's head turn to stare at the remaining member of their trio. It'll happen eventually, Harry thought to himself, smiling as he caught up to Hermione. "Hey I've got a question for you." Harry fell into step with the witch. "Did you know there were other ways to be infected with lycanthropy?" Hermione's eyes narrowed, he knew that look and cut her off quickly. "I'm serious, Severus told me he drank water from a werewolf's paw and that was how he transformed." Hermione halted, her mouth open a little in shock. "But Harry, that's a fable our world uses to scare children. I never knew it could have a root of truth in it. Maybe that's why Artemis is unaffected by the wolfsbane potion?" Her fingers tapped along the spine of her books, her nails turning it into a tap dance. "I guess there are some things in this new world of ours that we still don't know about." Harry gestured with his head that they should resume walking. His fingers were becoming numb from holding his broom. "Hard to believe we were once Muggles isn't it?" Hermione laughed at him, and Harry realized it had been a long time since he had heard her laugh like that. "Our biggest problems were Math and English, and now we're here fighting an evil Dark Lord." Harry chuckled. "I guess potions are a little like Science, but I hated English. I like my life here, I like making something of myself. I was always clever, even in a Muggle school, but I didn't have many friends. Not like I do now." Hermione turned at the sound of Ron hurrying towards them. "Dark Lord or not, I'm happy." Lavender was trailing after him, Ginny a few footsteps behind. "Great practice today Harry." Ginny chirped as soon as she saw him standing there. "Yeah you played really well Ginny. Who knows? Maybe one day we'll see you playing chaser professionally." Harry smiled at the raging blush on the girl's cheeks. "You did great too Ron." Hermione offered softly. "Of course Ron did well! He's the best keeper in the worldisn't that right Ron?" Ron's eyes were glued to the floor, and Harry knew what needed to be done. Looping his arm around his best friend, he dragged him to the showers. "I'll see you guys at lunch." Harry shouted over his shoulder. "Thanks Harry. She's so" "Overwhelming?" Harry offered as they entered the locker rooms. "Yeah, great word," Ron began pulling of his Qudditch robes, which made Harry feel grateful to the boy for some reason. "What?" Ron questioned.

"I don't know, I just assumed with what's happening with me and my new 'relationship', you wouldn't be so eager to get undressed in front of me." Harry could feel his skin tingle with heat. Ron slapped him on the shoulder. "Don't be daft, just because your, you know, doesn't mean you're going to pounce on me. Besides, I'd have to have a death wish to fool around with a werewolf's mate, even though I don't swing that way." Impulsively, Harry grabbed the taller boy in a hug. "Thank you." Ron was shocked stiff for a few moments, before he returned the hug. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus stirred the potion carefully, his eyes quick to notice any changes. This was when he was at his happiest, experimenting with delicate potions, delving into the secrets they held. It was a source of fascination. Could this potion be made better with this ingredient? Would changing the heat change the properties of the potion? It was getting close to lunch time, and Severus could not recall ever being in such a good mood. Although this was the first time his sex life had been healthy in years. Thinking about Harry's brazen actions in the bath made his pulse race, and Severus knew he would never grow tired of his mate. The pleasure had been heightened by their physical intimacy, the boy's trust only added to the flames of lust. Severus had never been intimate in such away. Sex had just been a body requirement, an itch to be scratched. With Harrythe way those green eyes fixed upon him, saturated with pleasure, that would keep him warm through any winter night. The potion had turned a kiwi green, alerting Severus that he had ruined it. Shrugging his shoulders, Severus set it aside to cool before being alerted to Albus' summons. "Staff meeting, can all please attend!" rang out from his barren fireplace. Well, Severus thought to himself, at least it isn't another direct attack on mine and Harry's bond. Giving his robes a quick glance and deeming them suitable, Severus leisurely strolled into the fireplace, tossing powder as he went. Within seconds he was present in the staff room, and surprisingly was the last to attend, even though he had been prompt. Skirting around his fellow professors, Severus made his way to the sorry looking table in the corner that had a pot of tea and a small pot of coffee. The staff waited for him, Severus could sense their stares on his back. Lazily, he poured coffee into a chipped mug, taking his time in measuring out precisely one teaspoon of sugar, couldn't have too many granules now. A huff of disapproval echoed around the shabby room, and Albus began to speak, regardless of Severus' disinterest. "It has come to my attention that a chord of melancholy is running through the school. It seems the student morale is down."

Grave words indeed, but Severus couldn't see what it had to do with the staff. It was good for the students to be on their toes, lull them into a false sense of security and their guard would be down. Severus thought about mentioning it and just as quickly the thought left his mind. Murmurs broke out among the staff. Binns was the only professor that seemed the least concerned. Although, thought Severus, he is already dead after all. "Hogwarts is supposed to be a place of safety and security for the children." Minerva finally spoke. "We cannot protect them from the Dark Lord," Severus snapped irritably. This softly soft approach wasn't going to help them. By the end of the year Albus would be dead and the wizarding world in an uproar. Their only chance of foreseeable survival was held by one of these 'children.' "No we cannot Severus." Albus appeared worn out, and Severus actually regretted what he said. "However, for the time being they are safe and they need to remember the good parts of life. It has been suggested to me, by a student, that we hold some sort of event, a ball perhaps, to allow the students a reprieve from the outside world." "You are papering over the cracks Albus. A party is not going to prepare these young witches and wizards for what's to come." Severus allowed his voice to deepen at the last part of his speech, making it entirely clear about what he was speaking of. "It was Mr Potter that came up with the idea." Well that shut him up. Mutterings of approval now could be heard, and Severus sneered at them all. "Mr Potter would relish any chance of a party, how infantile of him." Severus slammed his cup down, flicking away the coffee that leapt up at his fingers. Severus was surprised that Harry had come up with the idea, no doubt a desperate attempt to cheer everyone up, the fool. Months ago it would have irked Severus to no end, yet now knowing his mate Severus knew the boy was only trying to help in his own way. "Regardless, I wanted to ask you all what you thought, we will need chaperones of course, and I don't want to put any undue stress on you all." Albus beamed warmly at his minions. "A celebration of some kind seems like a wonderful idea! A great way for the students to forget about things that should never concern any of us. I'll be happy to help with anything." Flitwick piped up, his sentiments echoed by many of his colleagues. "Let's make it a spring ball then as we are in March. I'll announce it at lunch as many of the students will be there, now back to your weekends all of you." Albus fluttered his hand in a shooing motion, making Severus roll his eyes. He had no desire to share any words with the meddling man, and as such was the first to escape to lunch. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP

Harry looked around his housemates nervously as Dumbledore made the announcement. No one knew it came from him of course, but he didn't want to be laughed at indirectly. The Slytherins scoffed at the idea, yet Harry could see some of the girls break into delighted whispers. The Slytherin boys were more vocal about their disdain. The other three houses seemed delighted by the idea, and Harry couldn't stop the happy bubble that seemed to swell inside of him. He had done something to help them all, even if only for a few weeks. The ball was in two weeks, and already people were eyeing up the opposite sex. He was trying really hard not to look up at the teacher's table, he knew the danger of people being aware, and he knew that there was something happening with Malfoy. Unable to help himself, Harry stole a glance up at the brooding professor. His gaze was completely avoided by the older man, his black eyes fixated upon his lunch. Exhaling heavily, Harry looked away. "You're going to get him into trouble," Hermione whispered from her goblet. No one heard their exchange, but Harry could feel his heart beat painfully. He knew of the risks, why tempt fate like this? It was miracle no one had caught him going down to the dungeons as it was. "So Harry who you gonna ask?" A thick Irish accent distracted him from his thoughts, and he saw Seamus giving him a wide grin. So it began. He knew it was expected of him, and he didn't want to end up like last time. He felt his stomach churn guilty as he looked at Parvati. "Give me time, I only found out five minutes ago." Harry tried to laugh it off. Ginny's eyes were darting between him and Dean. Harry still wasn't sure if they were a couple, and it wasn't something you could just blurt out. "Of course Ron and I will be going together!" Lavender squealed her arms looped around her boyfriend's neck. If Harry could tell his best mate wasn't thrilled with the situation he was pretty sure Hermione might have picked up on it. She wasn't listening. Instead her eyes were fixated upon the Ravenclaw table. Should I ask Hermione? Harry thought. She already knew about Severus as did Ron, so it wouldn't create any complications on that front. Besides, if Harry did ask a girl to accompany him, he was sure to feel a werewolf's rage rain down upon him. Surely Severus would understand. Deciding to ignore the matter for now Harry carried on munching his way through a second piece of pie. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus was cooped up in his rooms as usual, grading papers. Every weekend it was the same, and every Sunday evening he would grow more and more frustrated as he read the answers given to him. Some were downright idiotic some, like Granger's, were so beyond what was required it bored him to tears. As he turned her parchment over, giving her the highest grade as usual, Severus stumbled upon Harry's handwriting.

The name 'Harry Potter' was thinly scrawled the letters neat and small, just looking at the name made Severus trace the ink with a fingertip. Frustrated he flung the paper away from him, watching as it floated to join the others in the pile. He really needed a plan. In a few months Albus would be dead, either by his hand or Draco's, and then what was he to do? It was Albus' wish that he remain here and look after the students, leaving Harry to go off on his own wild goose chase. Then there was the matter of Greyback. Even with Albus dead Severus was sure that Harry would be hunted down, regardless of the state of the world. It didn't leave him much choice. He needed a plan, one that even Albus wouldn't be able to unravel. Artemis snapped to attention, offering his suggestions. Reluctantly Severus listened, it was coming close to the next full moon, and the wolf grew louder by the day. Their conversation was interrupted by Harry walking in. Artemis' train of thought changed entirely, the wolf puffing his mental chest up in pride. Subduing the beast, Severus watched as Harry rummaged through his school bag. Severus swept away some of the papers, creating space on his desk, and was rewarded with a thankful smile. "I hear you are to thank for our spring celebration?" Harry stopped what he was doing, his hands trembling. Biting his tongue Severus changed what he was originally going to say. "Might I ask as to why?" Harry sat, placing his books on the table with a heavy thud. "It was just a thought I had when I found out about Susan's aunt. These are depressing times, and I just thought it might you knowcheer people up." His mate's look was shy, green eyes peeping through sweeping lashes. On occasion no words were better than a scornful sentence. "How did you spend your day?" Severus pulled the papers closer to him and continued to mark. "Great! Training was well" Harry trailed off. Clearly seeing Severus had no interest in the sport. "I saw Hagrid. He showed me and Hermione some of the new animals he's thinking about for next year, I think I got off lightly." Harry chuckled, opening his books to study. Even though Severus wasn't watching Harry directly, he noticed a new piece of parchment detailing the boy's extra lessons. Gesturing forward with his hand, Harry made no move to stop him, and Severus glanced over it with a critical eye. "I've been thinking Harry." Harry placed his quill down, his full attention caught by Severus' words. "I thought it would be imperative that you learn the skills of advanced potion making. Having thought about it some more I believe it to be a waste of time." "I'm not that bad at Potions," Harry told him petulantly. "You have improved with the help of Granger, but that is not what I meant. If you are out in the wilderness you will not have the necessary ingredients needed to brew any sort of advanced potion." "Well if we run into danger you'll be the one doing the brewing." Harry glanced down at his notes once again.

Severus felt his breath catch with the simplicity of those words. "You want me to be with you?" "You promised me you'll be there when the time comes. I thought you were a man of your word Severus Snape." It was said seriously, and Severus thought he could see a glint of teasing in those eyes. "I meant for the final battle, I never thought I would accompany you for the journey." "You'd rather I did it alone?" The teasing note was gone. "No, I just assumed your friends would help you along the way, and I would mange matters from behind the scenes like usual." "Leaving with me would jeopardise your spying role, and I understand that is important for the war. I just assumed that after my epic showdown you and I would live free from all this. Don't look so worried, I already guessed you would be staying here, Dumbledore needs you more." Severus could feel his jaw become slack. How could Harry shoulder all of this with such ease? "Come here." He beckoned with the crook of a finger, moving his chair out to make some room. Looking bewildered Harry complied, and allowed himself to be pulled onto Severus' lap. He couldn't speak all he could do was hold the boy. "I will be teaching you how to fight with Dark magic, and I will teach you how to kill." Severus muttered into the unruly hair. And I will not let you do this alone. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry enjoyed the warmth of his lover as he was held. For some reason he knew this was important to Severus so he remained still. The room was silent, the only sounds coming from their conjoined breathing. The chill of the night was beginning to creep in, and Harry began considering lighting a fire. Before he could even move his arm to get his wand, Severus had lit the fire with a sweep of his hand. "That's showing off," Harry mumbled. "If I wanted to demonstrate my abilities to you, I would make a more impressive display then merely lighting a fire." Severus' voice rumbled in his chest. Harry pulled back a little out of the embrace. "Like what?" "Curiosity killed the cat Potter," Severus smirked. "A Muggle expression? Where did you learn that?" "It comes from wizarding fables, a witch with a fondness for her feline animagus form, stuck her nose in one to many times." Severus brought his head closer to his, and Harry could feel his breath hitch in his throat. He was surprised when Severus abruptly moved away.

"What?" Harry was cut of by fingers covering his lips. The man's grip tightened on him, and Harry shrieked like a girl as they were levitated into the air and deposited on the couch. In awe Harry struggled out of Severus' arms to gauge the distance they had just travelled. It was only a few meters, but Harry had never heard of magic like that. "It is a skill I've perfected over the years. I believe the Dark Lord is also capable of doing so." The man was smug. "That's amazing! Can you teach me? To be able to fly without a broomI mean wow." "Perhaps. It is a more impressive feat to master an Animagus form in such a short space of time." "Is that a compliment?" "Call it what you will." Severus answered him, bringing his face close once again. The kiss was chaste, almost innocent. Harry surprised them both by dragging the older man on top of him. With their bodies pushed together it took only mere seconds for Severus to ravage his mouth, hands frantically pulling at his body. Harry complied, his neck tilted to allow lips to caress him. Severus seemed to favour that part of his anatomy, his uneven teeth grazing at his pulse point in such a way that left his head spinning. His hands fisted in black hair, his fingers sliding through the slight grease that accompanied the strands. He must have brewed potions earlier in the day, Harry heard himself say mentally. Never could he grow tired of this need, this raw want. Severus always seemed desperate for him, and his body was always eager in its reply. Harry could feel hands pushing away his clothes, the cool air licking at his fevered skin. In turn he was undoing the many buttons of the older man's robe, ripping a few in sheer frustration. Both of them froze when a rapping at the door echoed through the rooms. Harry felt Severus' arms tighten around him in alarm, the man's glittering eyes looking at the door in apprehension. A finger pressed against his lips, and Harry could feel himself being bundled behind the sofa. "Harry it's us." Came the frantic whisper. Face contorted in a sneer, Severus turned to look at him. Harry could feel the menace lurking behind those eyes, but this was urgent. Hermione and Ron wouldn't have come unless it was important. Pushing against the restraining arms, Harry flew to the door, opening it just wide enough for them to squeeze through. "What's wrong?" Harry knew it was bad from the twisting of Hermione's hands to Ron's darting eyes. Suddenly his stomach felt too heavy for his body. "Yes please tell us what was so important that you felt the need to jeopardise our secret with your visit." Severus' voice wasn't loud, but all three cowered at the malice.

"It's Lupin Harry he's missing." TBC Even though I've read the Harry Potter books a number of times, I had completely missed the fact Severus could fly without a broom. It was only when I was doing research into his character that I stumbled across this interesting little fact. So I haven't made it up out of thin air, honest. As always please review, I'm always grateful to hear from you. Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 851 - Follows: 1,257 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 23 Hi everyone, thank you for your patience while waiting for this chapter. It's been a rather difficult month so this chapter has been a struggle to write. In regards to Severus flying in my last chapter, many of you asked, (which I expected) it is implied through McGonagall that he leant this skill. You can research it on the internet and read about it, it was just an interesting titbit I came across. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "He's missing." The words hung in the empty air, pressing out the oxygen from Harry's lungs. Hands grabbed his forearms, guiding him gently to the sofa. The touch was light, and Harry instinctively knew it was Hermione who was leading him. "That's no reason to come down to my personal chambers." The reprimand came from somewhere above him. Harry ignored it.

Warmth pressed against either side of his legs, and the familiar scents of his friends wrapped around him in comfort. "Voldemort?" Harry whispered, surprised by the weakness of his voice. "No Harry, he wasn't captured," Ron answered him. "How would you know such information anyway? You are not Order members, and unless Lupin himself contacted you, I would appreciate your swift departure." "He doesn't appear to be in any danger," Hermione ignored Severus. "He left a note saying it was of his own freewill, and that he would be in touch." "Know it all Granger strikes again," Severus baited her. "Would you just stop!" Harry could feel anger boiling inside of him, and he couldn't care less about the angry scowl he got in return. Yes he was breaking a rule by his friends coming down here, but he thought they were past all that initial rubbish. Black eyes glared into his from across the room, and somehow instinctively Harry knew it wasn't his friends that was bothering Severus. "What happened?" Harry turned to Ron. "I got a letter from Pig a few hours ago from Mum, asking me to fire call her from McGonagall's office. She wanted to speak to you as wellbut well you know" Ron trailed off, watching Severus subtly. "The only reason Mum knew was because of Tonks going crying to her, and after everything that happened with Sirius, she and Dad thought we should tell you." Harry wondered how much pressure Molly had gotten from Arthur. It was after all Mr Weasley that had told Harry about Sirius hunting him. He got the distinct impression that Mr Weasley didn't follow the same train of thought of Dumbledore. How long would it have been if the Weasley's hadn't found out first? Would Dumbledore have even told him about Remus being missing? "We don't know what happened, but there's something else" Ron looked uncomfortable once again. Hermione rolled her eyes and pressed forward. "Tonks is pregnant Harry. Not only that, their bond is severed." "Can he do that?" Harry swung his face up to meet Severus', feeling his friends do the same. The man looked at them coldly, and Harry guessed what he was thinking. "Not by himself. Lupin would need a powerful wizard to break the bonds that tie you. Usually it can only be performed by the one who bound you." Surely notnot with a baby on the horizon. Dumbledore wasn't that cruel. "Wait does that mean" Harry trailed off as Severus gave him a look, clearly telling him not now. He stored that thought away to ask later.

"I don't believe Remus would have run away from his family. Especially not after everything I and Sirius went through. He's seen by just looking at my life what it's like not to have parents. I don't believe he's done this out of free will!" Harry could feel his voice getting louder, but he wouldn't believe it. "Harry" Hermione placed a hand on his leg. "No!" Harry pushed her hand off and stood, his fingers twitching in agitation. "Remus wouldn't abandon his family!" Harry growled, pacing now. "His family, or you Harry?" A silky voice asked. "What?" He stopped, facing Snape. "Are you upset because Lupin broke his bond and escaped fatherhood? Or because he left you behind?" "Sir" Hermione whispered. "Silence Miss Granger, this has nothing to do with you." Severus didn't even turn his head. "But you don't understand Professor. Harry has this habit of" Ron tried to warn Severus. "Weasley hold your tongue before I remove it for you!" Severus snarled, finally turning his head to glare at his friends. "No wonder Lupin left. He's surrounded by imbeciles that don't know when to be quiet." "Stop it," Harry warned, aware that his temper was beginning to rise uncontrollably. "Why? You can't handle the fact that Lupin has other more important things in his life then just you? He's proven to be just as gutless as his fellow marauders, hiding when things got difficult. How long before your friends do the same I wonder?" "Leave them alone!" Harry finally snapped, magic escaping his body in a wild, golden lasso. It knocked over furniture and books, but Severus didn't move, unlike his friends who had protected themselves with a shield. "Don't disrespect my friends like that, and don't speak about Remus like that!" Harry pushed his magic forwards, as a wall against Severus. It did nothing but flow over him. Not even ruffling his hair as it went. The absurdity of the situation finally made Harry calm. "Well, that was quicker than normal," Ron commented. He shook his head at the devastation in the room. "I think we'd better go Ron," Hermione's gaze was burning into the side of his head, and Harry didn't even acknowledge them go. He noticed Severus whisper something to Hermione as she left, but couldn't focus enough to hear what it was. "Now that childish display of emotion is out of the way, you might consider thinking rationally," Severus was still firm.

"I don't know why I'm so upset. This always happens to me." Harry sat down on the up turned table, only centimetres from the floor. "Everyone leaves," He whispered to his knees. "Don't start with the self pity it doesn't become you." Annoyed Harry stood. "I'm going to bed." "Why does Lupin leaving bother you so?" The voice was hard. "He's all I had left of my parents." "Are you certain that's all there is to it?" "Yes of course." Harry felt his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Severus was looking at him in a strange way. Harry knew of the man's aversion to Remus, so he wasn't looking for any reassurance from him. "I do not believe Lupin is a man capable of running away from his problems. If he has left, it'll be for a good reason." Severus stood before him. "I apologize if my words offended you," He whispered, looking intently at his face. Harry was stunned by the man's words. "I know why you did it," he answered, moving forward to wrap his arms around the man. Harry still expected to be pushed away, but the man's arms held him as he thought about his anguish. "You need to understand one thing though." Harry pulled away slightly so he could look up at Severus' pale face. "Ron and Hermione are a big part of my life, if they feel like they need to talk to me I can't stop them." "How do you know you can trust them?" Severus let go abruptly, turning and waving his hand angrily to right the devastation in the room. "Because they're my friends, we've been through a lot together." Harry tried to right the sofa with his hands instead of magic. "That doesn't mean a thing," Severus still wasn't looking at him. "Your parents believed in the people around them." Harry stopped midway through lifting, allowing the sofa to fall back to the ground heavily. "Hermione and Ron would never betray me." "As I recall, it was a young Mr Weasley that stopped talking to you when you were entered for the Tri wizard tournament." "Only out of jealously. He didn't go join the Death Eaters, or sell me to Voldemort or anything." Harry clamped his mouth shut when he realized just how disrespectful that sounded. "You forget that we are still only students and just because we've suddenly been thrust into this war, doesn't mean we aren't victim to our childish emotions. I trust Hermione and Ron with my life and my secrets, and you owe me the courtesy of doing the same."

Finally Severus turned to regard him, his mouth pressed together in a thin line. "It seems you have me in a stalemate Mr Potter. It is your prerogative to trust who you will, but I cannot extend that same faith." "Why not? Why can't you trust people?" Harry could feel his temper rising again. "Harry, it's not a matter of trusting people. We'll talk about this another time." "No, we'll talk about it now. So you can trust member of the Order who barely tolerate you, but not the people around me." "It is of no consequence to me if they personally like me; I know they will do everything in their power to ensure you survive this war." "And my friends will just let me die because I'm expendable?" "They are young and know nothing of the terrors of war." Severus folded his arms, frowning at him. "Why are you being so stubborn about this!" Harry bellowed, not caring if everyone heard. "Because you're too important!" Silence fell between them. Harry could feel his heart pounding away in his chest, and his throat felt unbelievably dry. His skin tingled with heat, as he stared at the man. Severus seemed to be in an equal state of shock, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. "I'll take my leave now." Harry could see the man shut down his emotions. The warmth drained from his face, leaving only the teaching mask that Harry was so used to seeing. "Wait!" Harry implored, feet scrabbling on the floor, trying to reach the man before he made his escape. Severus waited with his back turned once more, and Harry flung his arms around the man's middle, feeling Severus' breath escape with the force of Harry's hug. They waited for a few minutes, Harry's ear pressed against the space between the man's shoulder blades. "If you would be so kind as to release me Harry, I have things that need my attention." Severus' hands pried away his own gently, face still turned away. "I know you want to keep me safebut you have to b elieve me when I say that my friends are trustworthy. You don't have to befriend them yourself, but could you at least not treat them with such disrespect when they need to see me? I promised you that I wouldn't bring them down here, but I can't stop them from coming if it's urgent." "It is acceptable if what they wish to speak to you is of the utmost importance. No gossip or school mate foolery." Severus ran his finger down his cheek. "Get into bed. You have lessons tomorrow, as well as your extra schooling."

Harry knew that the man was making a huge effort for him, and in acknowledgement, he leant up and pressed his lips to Severus'. Lips curved under his in a smile and he knew his gesture was well received. "You're not coming with me?" "I'm afraid not. I actually have things to attend to." Harry pulled away, removing his clothes as he went. "Sure I can't tempt you?" Harry felt brazen in his antics, and it was only fuelled when he could see Severus' gaze dip tantalizingly up and down his body, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Oh well, too bad, enjoy whatever it is you need to attend to." Harry drew the words out in cheek, and left Severus to whatever it was he needed to do. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP While sitting down for breakfast, Harry scanned over his new provisional evening timetable. Today he had a session with McGonagall, which Harry didn't mind too much. The rest of the lessons were spread out over a two week timetable, the only exception being Severus, which was every Friday. As the students began to sit around him, Harry folded up the parchment and concentrated on greeting his friends. "Did you hear what happened?" Dean whispered to him as soon as he sat down. Harry shook his head in the negative, not really interested in what Dean had to tell him. "Hermione asked Michael Corner to go to the dance with her! Just now in the corridor! And he said yes!" It was the wonderment in the last past of Dean's speech that made Harry interested. "Why would he say no?" He asked coldly. "Oh come on Harry don't be like that, Dean's just shocked that Hermione had the balls to ask someone from a different house." Seamus was as loyal as ever. Ron chose that moment to come in, Lavender hanging from him like usual. Harry knew that look, as did some of his housemates. Everyone gave him a wide berth as the red head scowled at the table. "Everyone can see it, apart from Lavender of course." Ginny sat next to him, reaching for a piece of toast. "How long until something happens do you reckon?" She munched thoughtfully. "Knowing Ron a while, however Hermione seems to be doing a pretty good job of moving things along." Harry smiled, his attention drifting a little as he noticed Severus join the head table. "Clever idea of hers." "Especially considering Ron didn't like Michael to begin with." Ginny chuckled. Harry made space for Hermione to sit on the other side of him and they shared a conspiratorial look.

He barely looked up when the owls delivered the morning post, it had been weeks since anyone had sent him a letter. A flurry of russet wings assaulted him as he wandered about in his thoughts. A large barn owl stood majestically before him, proudly presenting its leg as amber eyes fixated on Harry's breakfast. Encouraging the owl to climb up his shoulder, Harry felt his stomach churn as he recognized the handwriting. "I'll see you in class," He murmured to Hermione, catching Ron's eye as he left. Severus it seemed was also interested in Harry's departure, actually turning to stare at him. He ignored it and left the hall, the owl ruffling its feathers in annoyance at his brusque speed. Don't worry, I'm fine. That was all the torn piece of paper told him. It was definitely Remus' handwriting, and Harry flicked mud away from the edges. Just what was he up to? HPHPHPHPHPHP So Lupin had run away had he? Severus thought about the situation at breakfast. While holding a cup of tea at the table, he stared at Albus. Was this his doing? What was occurring now? All these questions were burning in his head, which already felt fuzzy due to his late night. Unfortunately due to Harry's friends, Severus had been unable to finish marking and he still had lesson plans to work on. When he had finally retired, with the tiniest hope that Harry might be awake waiting for him, soft snores of the young man had greeted him. It was disappointing, but it was probably for the best. Harry was emotional from Lupin abandoning him, and Severus was in no mood to just have sex as a distraction. It was difficult enough just watching Harry battle his emotions when he found out, and random outbursts of magic weren't going to help him. Severus knew from Albus that Harry occasionally had them, and while Harry had paced the room, he had caught the shared glances between his two friends, and the way their hands stayed on their wands. It was something he would have to teach Harry to control. Otherwise Voldemort would exploit that weakness. While thinking of weaknesses, a mop of red hair made itself known in his mental thoughts. Could Harry really trust that boy? Determined as he was, Severus couldn't recall a single incident where Weasley had betrayed him. Albus' plan included both Weasley and Granger. So there must be some logic somewhere. Yet the idea of trusting a sixteen year old with his mate's welfare left his insides cold. He expected Artemis to agree with him, but the werewolf was on Harry's side it seemed. Easily accepting of Granger and the Weasel as Draco would say. If the beast's animal instincts weren't warning him, then they could be trusted. When it came to the bushy haired know it all Granger, Severus felt oddly calm. Perhaps it was because she reminded him so much of Lily, he found himself instinctively trusting her. It also appeared that Granger was more supportive of Harry. When he had quickly

whispered his apologies to the witch last night, she had brushed them aside, quickly understanding that Severus was only trying to make Harry calm so he could be reasoned with, The idea of losing Harry made him physically sick. They had formed a relationship rather quickly over the months, and Severus had begun to trust someone again. The idea of losing that new aspect of his life, and having to return to his old onehis stomach twisted unbearably. Then there was the issue of him all but telling Harry how he felt. He could never say the words; he still wasn't completely sure what it was he felt. Then there was just a little voice that mocked him, sounding just like his father once did. It reverberated throughout his body whenever feelings arose. Harry had not fled from him or shunned him. He had simply held him, even when Severus tried to escape. This only made the feelings worse. His mind was reeling about the implications of what this could mean, even though he knew deep down the boy had feelings for him also. Yet still there was that tiny voice, taunting him. Severus knew he could never tell Harry how he felt. He just hoped the boy could understand with his actions. He had to force down the smile that was threatening his face. Who would have guessed, Severus Snape, the bat of Hogwarts in love? The post came delivering a letter for Harry. Despite all his discretion, Severus stared at Harry, watching as he left the Great Hall. The note had to be from Lupin. Which lead back to his earlier questions all over again. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Well as you know Harry there are four branches that come under Transfiguration: transformation, vanishment, conjuration and untransfiguration. The first two are studied up to O.W.L.S as you know, and we've just started conjuration in preparation for your N.E.W.T.S." Harry nodded at his head of house, wondering if he should be making notes. "I've made a list of the spells that I think will be most useful to you, and a brief explanation. Take it away with you, and decide which you think will be helpful. Now" She paused, eyes narrowing. "I've heard that you already mastered one of the hardest forms of Transfiguration. Would you like to explain to me how you managed to do that so quickly? And why perhaps you cannot give me that same dedication in class?" McGonagall's arms were folded over her chest, her form towering over him. Harry shifted in his chair. "Well I guess I just found the enabling spell easily to master." "I might be a lot of things Harry Potter, but a fool is not one of them. Now I'll ask you again, and I want the truth this time." Harry stared into her blue eyes and heard himself sighing. "I wanted it more than anything."

"I see. And it was that want, that desire that pushed you to achieve it. Can I see?" She sat down at the desk next to him. He stood and transformed, sitting back on his hunches as she clapped her hands in delight. "Oh a wolf, I had no idea. I just assumed it would be a stag." She rose up and grasped his muzzle in her hands, turning his head. "Well your identifying mark is your scar, not surprise there. You've got a nice grey colouring to you, it's almost silver." She picked up each of his paws and held his tail in her hand. "Alright change back." "Professor, who told you I was an Animagus?" Harry patted his clothes down. "Professor Dumbledore always tells me about things concerning my students, especially when I'm giving them extra tuition." The way she said it made Harry frown. "You know don't you." He was blunt. She looked at him shrewdly for a moment, and Harry suddenly got the impression that he was a mouse that the cat McGonagall hadn't decided if she was going to kill just yet. "Yes I do." "And you're ok with it?" His teacher regarded him a long moment and gestured that he sat. "Harry, can I be honest with you?" He nodded. "If this was any other student and any other situation, I would have flung the teacher out of Hogwarts myself. However, I know all about werewolf mates and I know Severus Snape. While I admit I would have preferred you to be older and out of school, I know that one day you will face you-know-who, and if Albus believes that you being bonded to a teacher will help that, then I support the decision." Harry could feel his cheeks begin to life in a smile. "I do want you to be happy Harry. It seems that you have had so much misery for one so young, I wonder if this is truly what you wanted, or if it was thrust upon you, like so many other things." "Being with Severus can be difficult at times, but when I saw Artemis I just knew in my heart that I had to save him when I heard about the werewolf legislation. I can't explain it to anyone, I've tried, but it's just something I feel." "The fact that your patronus changed into a wolf signifies you must have had very strong feelings of some description to the werewolf. Sometimes in life Harry we must follow what we see with our heart rather than our eyes. It will always be difficult, but you'd be miserable if you tried to ignore it." She sighed, just like he had heard Ginny and Hermione do when looking over that stupid witch magazine of theirs. "Severus Snape has had a very difficult life, and it is still hard for even members of the Order to trust him." McGonagall gasped and held her hand up to her mouth. "I shouldn't be speaking like to this to a student." "Professor I'm going to be out in the real world soon fighting a war that I'm too young for, I think I'm passed the stage of 'just a student'. Besides Severus is my mate and I would appreciate information on him." Harry was firm in his speech, but not disrespectful.

"Is your relationship something you intend to carry on after the war is over?" "Professor I know about the prophecy I'm not going to be here am I? Maybe I wasn't supposed to work that out till later, but that's the only choice I have." Harry looked at his sleeves, trying desperately to appear mature about the whole situation. "You're allowed to be afraid Harry," She whispered gently, her hand resting on his shoulder. "I promise you I'll do everything in my power to teach you the spells you need to know. We wont let you just die like a sacrificial lamb." She shook him harshly. "You didn't answer my question." Harry opened his mouth to reply he didn't think Severus would want him after the war, but it was just self denial speaking. Harry knew that Severus wanted him. The man might not be able to admit it, and he was fearful of them getting too close. "Yes," his voice rang clearly. "Well I'm glad it's not just a device you're using to fight you-know-who. I thought perhaps Albus was trying to side the werewolves to you through Severus. Who knows what that crazy old coot is planning?" She didn't intend for Harry to hear the last part, but he heard anyway with his hearing. "I'm going to teach you the Homorphus spell first. After that you may choose the spells you think most appropriate." That spell sounded familiar. Harry had to cast his mind back a few years before it finally settled on his second year, and a now insane Lockheart. "I thought that was a spell Lockheart made up. It didn't work when he attempted to use it." "You trust a man who made all the bones in your arm disappear while trying to heal a fracture?" An eyebrow rose sceptically. "The spell is a real one, and I doubt Gildeory was able to use it. It's the anti-animagus spell. I think it will prove useful. You might just see a rat one day." Harry nodded eagerly in his agreement, it sounded like a good place to start. "Right, we'll leave it for tonight Harry. I just wanted to let you know what I was planning. Please bring your magic to my classes. I know Transfiguration is complex and dangerous, but for a wizard to learn to become a wolf as fast as you, why I've never heard of it!" Her eyes were sparkling in delight, and Harry wondered if she was seeing his father, a true gifted student. "Thank you Professor." He yawned and exited the room eager to get into bed. "One last thing Potter," her voice floated out from the door. He stuck his head back inside. "If you ever come across Umbridge, please do try to leave her for me." She smiled wickedly which made Harry laugh and wave goodbye. He was still chuckling as he left the corridor, walking towards the tower before he remembered it was to the dungeons he needed to go. It was the sight of Ginny propped up against the wall, clearly waiting for someone, which made him halt.

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Can I ask you something Harry?" That feminine voice made him wince, and Severus pushed back into the shadows. Harry would pick up on his proximity if he was close and Severus wanted to see what it was Harry would do, without his influence. He hadn't meant to creep up on his mate like this. Severus always patrolled the corridors on a Monday night, he just happened to be spending much of his time patrolling around the transfiguration classroom. "Yeah, what's the matter Ginny?" Severus couldn't peer around and look at them, he would have to be content with just listening for now. "Will you go to the ball with me?" A cold hand clutched at his chest. There was silence and Severus moved himself away from the wall to interrupt this little tryst. "I think Ron would kill me." Harry answered, his reply making Severus' blood begin to boil uncomfortably. That wasn't a direct no. "Oh please" She started sarcastically. "Harry you're his best friend. I know you probably still like Cho, but I thought it might be fun to you knowgo together." There was hope in her voice, with the tiniest hint of persuasion. Severus knew when people were trying to get what they want. "Cho?" Harry sounded confused. "God, I haven't thought about her in ages Ginny." Harry laughed. "No I'm not interested in Cho. I don't think I actually ever liked her all that much." "So, there isn't anyone else?" The girl pushed on. Severus had never been comfortable with Granger knowing their situation, he was even more livid when he had worked out that Weasley knew. Now Severus was quite happy for Harry to tell this youngest Weasley he was spoken for. Artemis had very little understanding as to the courting rituals of humans, but he understood through Severus that it was now occurring. He was not pleased. "No." Harry answered finally. "So do you want to go? It'll be fun going with someone you know, everyone will expect you to bring someone, and you don't want another incident with a person like Romilda, even though she's not here anymore. I'm single as well so there's no issue of jealously from either side." This was why he abhorred women. Her argument was logical, and to Harry, who suffered with the public fame, he was going to feel under pressure to take someone. Immature fool, he snarled to himself. There was no reason for Harry to go to this wretched juvenile ball.

There was still silence as Harry thought about it. Severus knew he should intervene, or at least do something to avert this dire situation. "Ok then Ginny." Those words floated down the corridor. Severus knew by the tone of voice that Harry had told her with a smile. "That's great. I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then? Have you decided where we are meeting for our secret rendezvous?" Her tone was husky, and Severus' nails cut into his palms. "Yes the usual place will do. I'll go early and set up." A yawn was heard and the girl chuckled. "You need to get to bed Harry; you're going to have a late night tomorrow." Harry chuckled. "Goodnight Ginny." Footsteps moved in opposite directions, and Severus stayed in his secluded spot. He didn't want to believe that Harry would be doing this to him, with the Weasley girlbut after what he had heard. "Foolish!" Artemis snarled. "He is not interested in the female. Mate will not leave us, he is happy." "What about their secret meetings?" Severus snapped back. "Have you ever smelt another scent? Has he ever left our sight for long? You are foolish." The werewolf growled. It made sense, and Severus trailed back to his rooms, a safe distance from Harry of course. When he returned, Harry was pulling out his books from his bag, placing them on the table. "Hey, patrolling the castle?" He asked softly. Harry certainly wasn't acting like he had anything to hide. "Yes," Severus answered, hearing his voice harden. Harry turned, a confused expression on his face. "Oh before I forget, Ginny just asked me to the ball, as friends." He added. "I know it's a daft school thing, but I thought it would you knowlook suspicious if I went with you." Harry laughed at his own little joke, and returned to his bag. Severus felt his dark mood lift a little. "Do you have lessons tomorrow evening?" Severus tested the water. Harry's shoulders stiffened. "No why."

"I thought considering you will be gone for the majority of the weekday evenings, we should take the opportunity to enjoy each others company." Severus let the bait dangle. Harry was thinking about it, clearly torn. Severus felt relieved that Harry seemed to want to spend time with him, but he was clearly hiding something. "I can't." Severus heard the annoyance. "I promised that I would do something with the Gryffindor's tomorrow." "You have never lied well Mr Potter." It was easy to fall back into old habits. "I'm not going to think you idiotic." Severus guessed that was why Harry was hiding the agenda for tomorrow. "You remember last year?" "Quite well." "Let me finish." Harry put his hand on his hip. "There was a group called the DA or" "Dumbledore's army, you've decided to resume training?" Severus asked. "Well, just because I'm going to get extra help doesn't mean I should leave my friends, who will probably face battle at sometime in their life, defenceless." "That is why your friends have Slughorn to teach them." Severus bristled at the name. Everyone in the faculty knew that would have made sense to put Severus in the role of Defence and Slughorn into Potions. "They teach what is on the curriculum, that's not enough." Harry's eyes seemed to burn with resolve. "I believe you know what you are doing." Severus approved. He had long thought they should be teaching the students to prepare for war, not hiding behind events such as balls. Harry moved closer and entwined his fingers with Severus'. "You can trust me," He whispered softly. "Ginny is nothing more than a friend. Besides, wasn't it you who so boldly declared that the boy who lived was gay?" He chuckled. Severus pulled him closer and rested his head on Harry's. "I'm free Thursday night though, homework permitting." Harry added cheekily. He knew full well that Severus always assigned homework on Wednesdays. "Go to bed." "Hang on a moment." Harry pulled away. "I wanted to talk to you about something you mentioned yesterday." Severus really wasn't comfortable about speaking about his emotions. He knew that Harry would question him eventually, but he had hoped the boy would have given him longer. If Harry asked him directly he wouldn't lie, he just wasn't sure how he would express himself.

"We couldn't speak in front of Ron or Hermione, but I wanted to ask. You mentioned that Remus' bond would have been dissolved by Dumbledore. Does it have to be him as he's the one that performed the magic? Or could an equally strong wizard do it?" Severus felt his breathing return to normal, grateful that Harry wasn't going to push the issue. "I suppose someone with strong magic would be able to, however it is customary for the witch or wizard that performed the ceremony to terminate the bond. Bored of me already?" Harry nudged him with a sharp elbow. "Severus Snape, it will take me an eternity to be bored with you, you're far too complex for us dull witted Gryffindor's. The question I wanted answered was what happens when Dumbledore dies?" "Why do you ask that?" Severus tried to keep his voice light, and thankfully Harry didn't notice his sudden tenseness. "Welllook at himhe's not exactly young. I'm sure Remus and Tonks would have outlived him." "As will you." Severus told him firmly. "What happens?" "When magical couples bond they can choose to have someone bind their magic together, and an official record is presented at the Ministry. Usually it is someone from the Ministry that proceeds over the occasion. If said person dies, the record still stands the couple is still recognized as being bound. Very few couples in our world chose to have their magic bound to another Harry. Usually it is the same as a Muggle ceremony. Words are exchanged, a record is made." "What about in Remus' case." "Without know the specifics, I can only guess Albus terminated the bond and the record was destroyed," or suddenly lost, thought Severus. "Surely Dumbledore wouldn't have done that with a baby on the way." "You don't need both members of the couple there to destroy it. It is entirely possible that neither Albus nor Lupin knew about a child." "If Remus is found won't he be killed?" "It's entirely possible. On the other hand he did comply with the laws originally so he might get away with it. The law states it's the werewolf magic that has to be bound." Severus contradicted himself out loud. "We don't have a recordwill we exist if Dumbledore dies?"

Severus was torn. On one hand did he lie, or did he tell Harry the truth finally? As he opened his mouth to speak, he felt the unbreakable vow burn in the flesh of his hand. "After this is all over, we can get a record at the Ministry. If that's something you want." It wasn't a lie technically. "Dumbledore will be around for a while longer, and then we can see about making it more official." Harry beamed. Severus was shocked by Harry's simple happiness. He understood that they shared feelings now and their magic would still continue to bind together over the months, but he had never thought Harry might want to officially tell the world. A lump formed in his throat, which burned uncomfortably, making his eyes sting at the ferocity of it. Harry yawned, cracking his bones as he stretched. "Coming to bed?" "In a few moments." Harry nodded and padded away to the bedroom, leaving his school work strewn around the table. "Harry?" He called after him, not even entirely aware of what he was doing. "Mm?" He didn't stop. "Thank you." HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Branches ripped into the man's flesh as he pushed through, his nails ripped and his hands bloody. He had been travelling for days, relying only on his senses and the beast within that drove him forward. Remus couldn't think about what he had left behind, he was too cowardly to tell Tonks he never really loved her, only leaving a note as an explanation. Albus had dissolved his bond after he explained what it was he intended to do. He supposed that in a way he should thank Severus for this. It was after all Artemis that had pushed him to shake off the shackles of the wizarding community, and finally embrace the beast within. A snarl echoed through his head as he thought about the midnight beast that was Artemis. Remus still did not think Severus worthy of Harry, and it was only because of this blasted war and ridiculous law that Harry felt like he needed to help him. He was so much his father's son, helping everyone, even those who didn't deserve it. The majority of werewolves in the community seemed to be siding with Greyback, and compared to the wizards, they were still small in number, but a formidable force. Albus had informed him of the location of another small pack, refusing to be part of anything concerning the wizards and their laws. It would be a matter of time before they were found and killed under the law, and it was here that Remus would start.

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Chapter 24 "What's the problem Harry?" Ron whispered, looking over his shoulder fearfully. They were after curfew and Harry doubted that even if Severus knew where they were, he would stop them, but still the red head was twitchy. "Ron stop fussing, Harry knows what he's doing." Hermione hissed from where she was keeping guard. "It won't open," Harry pulled away from the doors. "Why is the room of requirement locked?" Harry pulled on the handle once again. "Does that mean someone's using it?" Hermione asked. "Yeah I guess so," Harry folded his arms and glared at the door. He managed to resist the urge to kick it. "Hermione can you use your galleon to tell everyone that tonight is cancelled? I'm going to have to find us somewhere else to practice," Harry muttered, already thinking up a way around the problem. Surely Dumbledore would have a spare classroom in this castle? It was massive after all. Hermione put away her galleon and his friends looked at him. "What are we going to do now?" Ron asked. "Go back to the tower and I'll think of something. We don't want to get into trouble."

They both nodded at him, and left silently. Harry remained by the door for a few moments. "Who's in there?" He whispered mockingly. A sound down the hall made him turn, his wand extended. A Slytherin first year was looking at him, a girl from what he could tell. Harry took a step forward and the girl disappeared around the corner. No wanting to get caught by Filch, Harry rapidly walked to his rooms. Severus wasn't in. Harry guessed that Severus felt comfortable enough with their relationship, that the man no longer felt he needed to forge a relationship through talking as he once did. It was still early, and Harry looked round the room in boredom. This was the disadvantage about not being in a dorm. There was no one to talk to, no games of exploding snap to play. With a heavy sigh, Harry opened his school bag and sat at the table Severus used for marking. He unpacked his homework and quills but made no attempt to start it. After a few minutes of pushing his quill about Harry pushed back from his chair, leaving the living room to go to the bedroom. Harry didn't know when Severus had moved his trunk into the bedroom, but it was there, looking at home on the navy carpet at the foot of the bed. Harry opened the trunk and shifted his clothes about, casting glances at the wardrobe. Should he unpack then? He was living here after all. Deciding to deal with Severus' possible objections later, Harry unpacked his trunk, his clothes set out into neat folded piles. The Dursley upbringing hadn't left his system yet. He lifted his photo album out carefully. Unsure what to do with it Harry gazed at it a few moments, and placed it on the bed. Then he tipped his trunk upside down to empty it. Some sweets tumbled out, Harry's money bag, (he really should put that in a safer place), and Sirius' mirror. The marauders map clung to it, which Harry ignored for the moment. Harry had broken the mirror when he had realized he would never talk to Sirius again. He lifted the glass, careful of the sharp shard that protruded. Only his reflection stared back at him. Harry put it away into its protective covering and back into his trunk. Harry turned to the map thoughtfully, the pain that surfaced with the appearance of the mirror ignored. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He whispered, after he first listened out for Severus. The map expanded and Harry tried to find the room of requirement, even though he knew that it wouldn't appear. His eyes drifted towards the dot labelled 'Severus Snape,' and he found him in his classroom with a student Harry didn't recognise. He spread the map out on the floor as an idea began to creep in. If the room didn't appearthen neither would the person inhabiting it. A quick sweep of the teachers confirmed they were all within the castle. All the members of the DA were also in their respective common rooms. There was no reason to check the Slytherin common room, as none of them had joined. Still, he felt his eyes stray there, his fingers used to mentally count the people he knew. Someone was missing. Harry sat up straighter on the carpet, scanning the castle to make sure, before he jumped to conclusions. A few minutes proved his suspicions. Draco Malfoy was missing.

Tapping the map to conceal it once again, Harry then rested his chin on his curled fist. "Why would Malfoy be using it?" He muttered to himself, "How does Malfoy know about it?" The image of a portly woman dressed in pink waddled into his thoughts. Of course, the Umbridge inquisitorial squad. He flopped backwards. He knew Severus was hiding something when it came to Malfoy, and Severus couldn't tell him what it was. Harry rubbed his temples as his brain thought. The image of Ron poisoned still scared him to this day, and Severus knew something about it. Dumbledore always knew what happened at Hogwarts, he must have known about Artemis and he would know if someone was attempting to murder him. No that premise was too obvious, Harry dismissed it. Dumbledore trusted Severus as did Harry, although they both liked to hide information. Harry exhaled deeply in frustration. Severus had removed the vow he had made, and Harry could now trail the Slytherin, but it felt like he was going behind the man's back. Too many people already seemed to do that to Severus, and Harry was desperate for the man to see that he could be trusted. Why was that? Harry felt a blush in his cheeks, the warmth burnt him. He had told Hermione and even McGonagall that he couldn't explain his feelings towards Artemis, but towards Severus? Harry knew the man was trying and that he had his own hang ups as did most people. Harry wished he knew more about him, to reassure him. He enjoyed spending time with him and the sexwell that was pretty amazing, considering he had nothing to compare it to. He hadn't had much experience with love. Ironic considering that was the very thing that had kept him alive. His friends were treasured, and he would die for either of them instantly, and he would fight to keep those he cared for safe. His housemates, his extended Weasley family and Remus. Severus didn't feel like that to him. He wanted to keep him safe above all costs, just like everyone else, but when he thought of Severus it felt like a flame had been lit inside of him, burning away all his conscious thoughts. He could feel the man's magic coursing in his veins, tying them together, even though he had never drawn on it or used it. He wasn't alone anymore. If he closed his eyes and concentrated, following the source of violet magic from where it radiated from his chest, he could feel feelings of annoyance, and he knew it was Severus. Harry treasured feeling this close to another person, but it wasn't enough. There were people who were together around the school, not because they truly valued the others company, but because they didn't want to be alone. That was unfortunately were Harry felt he stood. It would take time, to unravel the mystery that was Severus Snape. His fingers caught on shimmering material as he rose. He picked up the cloak, his face breaking in a smile as he thought of an idea. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP

"Now what have we learnt?" Severus towered over the second year Hufflepuff, internally rubbing his hands with glee as he saw him tremble. "Not to mess around in class sir," he squeaked out. "Next time you think about adding something dangerous to another student's potion, you'll have a lot more to worry about than a night cleaning cauldrons. Do I make myself clear?" Severus hissed. "Yes sir." "Now get out of my sight," Severus growled, waiting till the student had fled before relaxing. These children were going to seriously hurt themselves one day. No matter how much he stressed the dangers of potion making; there were always those who fooled around, endangering everyone around them. As he sat down at his desk at the front of the class, he commanded the cauldrons stack themselves. The classroom door opened and Severus turned a retort already on his tongue. The room was still empty and the door closed quietly behind itself. "Impressive Mr Potter, but next time I suggest sneaking in when the door is already open." "I get the impression you're not happy to see me," Harry's voice floated beside him. "Do not deduce your own facts from fiction," Severus swiped at the air from where the voice had come. "That's a long way of saying, I didn't say that," the voice cheekily mocked him. "Indeed. Are you to be a spectre all night or will I be graced with your appearance?" Severus pushed his chair back and stood, attempting to use his heightened werewolf senses. Harry appeared at the back of the classroom a wide smile on his face. "Have you finished?" "Thankfully yes." Severus warded the door against any intruders. Harry sat at his usual desk and looked expectantly at him. "I was under the impression that you were unavailable for the night?" Severus leant back against the desk in front of Harry's. "That was before I couldn't get into the room of requirement. Now I need to find somewhere else for us to practice. I'll ask Dumbledore when I next see him. Otherwise it's we'll have to use the shrieking shack or the forbidden forest." Harry scratched his head thoughtfully. "You're not going into the forbidden forest," Severus heard himself saying, a touch firmer then he would have liked. Harry just smiled at him, his green eyes glowing behind his glasses. "Alright, not without Artemis."

"Shouldn't you be doing homework, or the extra studies people have assigned you?" "McGonagall gave me a list of spells she think might be useful, I guess I could be going over that. She's teaching me the Homorphus spell first. Why did you never learn to become an Animagus?" "Why do you ask?" "I just thought you were the type of man to learn all he could from magic, you remind me of Hermione." "Why are you not teaching Miss Granger the technique then?" "Oh I will, I just don't know how much help a seal will be to her." "If she is near a water source it will be invaluable. I already transform once a month against my will and it is not pleasant, I have no desire to repeat that experience." He felt his lip curl in what he imagined was not a very pleasant face. "It doesn't hurt. It just feels like your bones are stretching a little. What's your patronus?" Harry asked, ever the innocent. "Death Eaters do not have a patronus," Severus snapped. "Liar, I know full well you probably have one. You're not an active Death Eater. Go on." Harry placed his hands on the desk and waited. "I have not performed that spell in some time Harry. It is entirely possible that it might have changed." Severus grasped at any excuse, thinking of a way to change the subject of conversation. "I thought you trusted me?" Harry didn't hide his hurt well. Severus drew out his wand from his sleeve. "I tried to warn you," Severus told him irritably, thinking of a way to explain his doe patronus. A silver flash escaped his wand, his happiest thought being Harry smiling at him, and he waited for the boy's realization. "Wow!" Harry exclaimed getting down and touching the silvery image that was sitting waiting. "It looks like Artemis!" Harry whispered. "A lot smaller though." He had to clamp his jaw shut. It wasn't Artemis that had exploded from his wand, nor was it the beautiful doe he was used to seeing. It was Harry's wolf form, complete with a dark grey patch on his head. Severus felt his arms begin to buckle from where they were supporting him. "NoThat's you," Severus stuttered. "Really?" Harry transformed, and stood next to his mercury double, wagging his tail as the patronus bounded around the room. "Why were you afraid to show me that?" Harry asked

when he changed back. "A wolf patronus didn't mean you were destined to become a werewolf." Because it's changed, Severus thought to himself. Harry believed his reluctance was due to it being a wolf, and Severus was content to let that remain. Lily had been his best friend, and when he had caused her death his patronus had reflected that. Now it had changed again. Harry watched him with wide eyes. Could the boy not see, or understand the extent of what was happening? "I believe I might have a solution to your problem." Severus offered, anything to get Harry away from what had just happened. "There is an unused classroom that is locked to students, near the Ravenclaw tower. Albus gave it to me if I ever needed to expand my lab. I never felt the need to. I'll have to take you there and allow you entry, that way only you will be allowed to open the door." "How am I going to explain that to people?" Harry frowned. "How did you explain you moved out of the tower?" "Point taken," Harry's eyes travelled the classroom. "Its strange being in here without a detention or classes, especially now." Severus waited to see if he had a point. "Did you ever find me attractive sitting here?" "No," Severus answered honestly, "I don't make a habit of ogling my students Harry. What I mean to say," Severus tried to think this through, aware he was probably hurting Harry's feelings. "I never see students in that way, you are my responsibility to teach." "Yeah that makes sense." "That changed." "I'm not fishing for compliments I was just wondering." Harry's body still seemed relaxed on his stool. "How about now?" Harry certainly was cheeky tonight. "The sight of you is pleasing on the eye." "You never falter when you look at me." "Otherwise I would be killed faster than you can bat your eyelashes Mr Potter. If not by the Dark Lord, then some parent fearing for the safety of their off spring." Severus wasn't sure what Harry was up to. "You know about me not having anysexual partners," Harry stumbled on the words, "before us, and I never even thought about the prospect of being gay. It's not something I could talk about with anyone."

"What are you trying to ask me?" Severus didn't like wordy questions. "When we became bonded did it affect you in that same way?" "No, I was aware of my preferences before, and yes before you ask, I did have sexual relations before you and Artemis stumbled into my life." Harry was frowning, not a good sign. "Harry, I am a grown man, who has experienced many things in life, but when it comes to being truly intimate, that was a first shared with you." Severus heard his voice becoming quieter as he bared just the tiniest bit of his feelings to Harry. Harry rose from the desk and entwined his hand with Severus, a habit that the boy was increasing. Severus found the act comforting. "I don't care about your past, but I would like to know about it," Harry told him just as quietly, craning his neck back so he could look into his eyes. "There are some things too horrible for words and others that I cannot tell you." "I know. I trust you and I'll wait. I've thought about you sometimes" Harry stared at him boldly. "Have you now?" "Recently of course. It's hard being in class knowing you're sleeping with the teacher. Teenage hormones and all that. Besides you have a habit of speaking to me when we sleep together. Kind of makes it hard to pay attention." Harry laughed a deep musical sound and tried to pull away. Severus held tight to the smaller hand. "What have you thought about?" Tanned skin was beginning to redden and Severus had to hide a smile. Harry was only brave up to a point, and then Severus usually had to take over and dominate, just as he should. Harry tapped his temple with his forefinger, giving Severus permission. Severus entered his mate's mind, careful not to break the trust and invade other memories. Colourful images assaulted him, intense with feelings of desire. Severus taking Harry on his desk, Harry on top while he sat in his teacher's chair. Severus knew the boy could see what he was seeing, so he allowed his own feelings to cross over their mental link, flooding Harry with his own images of recent times. His own excitement and passion for Harry joined it, and within seconds both their hearts beat painfully. Severus broke the link, grabbing Harry forcefully to sit him on the table. Harry's hands were in his hair, their mouths feverishly locked together. His fingers dug into Harry's behind, pulling him flush against his own body. Severus never thought their coupling could be slow and tender, that was not the nature of their relationship. It had been one of Harry's hidden thoughts, one he had not intended Severus to see. It was only because of Harry's abysmal attempts to conceal it, that Severus became aware of it. Harry hid it because he thought it was something only he wanted, and in part he was right. Severus was not the gentle type.

He was brought back to the present when Harry nipped at his throat, which made him growl. He and the beast always seemed to merge when he slept with Harry. This was the only away Artemis could be intimate in their coupling, and it made Severus want Harry all the more. Only Harry could unleash this wild side of him and truly satisfy it. Severus could count on one hand the amount of times he and Harry had been together, and they far outshone any other encounter. Clothes were ripped away, glasses knocked from the handsome face, and skin was bared to his fierce touch, spurred on by the wanton sounds Harry emitted. Hands plucked at his robes, before they were ripped in sheer frustration. Severus was victim to Harry's probing fingers, swiftly followed by a tongue, which made Severus groan and head fall forward. He was bare only from the waist upwards, yet Harry sat there in his bronzed glory. Severus tugged him from the desk and walked the short distance to his own, eager to fulfil a recent fantasy of his. "I thought a werewolf never allowed their mate to have the higher ground," Harry panted out as he straddled Severus' hips. "I am no ordinary werewolf," Severus muttered against the tender flesh of Harry's neck. Severus turned Harry slowly so his back was presented to him. Standing Harry up, Severus pushed him gently with a hand to the lower back, indicating Harry should bend at the waist, across his desk. Harry's body was tense, clearly uncomfortable with the compromising position. "Relax," Severus murmured against his spine, tracing it with his tongue. He grasped Harry's hips, the strength in his hands an attempt to reassure. "I will always look after you." Severus' tongue teased the base of the spine, his hand curling round. "I swear to you." The tongue delved lower as his hand circled the willing flesh. Harry shook, his legs trembling at Severus' attack on his body. "Oh god Severus." He moaned out, his body flat against the desk. Severus halted in what he was doing. An electric current coursed through his body. That had been the first time Harry had said his name in passion and it inflamed him. Deeming the boy adequately prepared, Severus undressed and drew Harry down to him, marvelling at his eagerness. No resistance greeted him, yet he still edged into Harry's body slowly. It was Harry who decided that the pace was too slow, his hips moving to urge Severus forward. Severus could feel his body melt against the coolness of his chair, his neck stretched out across the curve of the head rest. At Harry's impatience he snapped out of the haze of euphoria and moved. Harry whimpered against the table, Severus' name a mantra on his lips. Severus pulled him back, so Harry's knees were on either side of his hips and continued, now able to pleasure Harry at the same time. His head fell against Severus' shoulder the new angle making his cries louder. Severus thrust harder lost in the act, Harry met him in his movements, his earlier embarrassment lost in the sensations. Harry succumbed first, coating Severus' hand. He wasn't far behind,

hearing Artemis' howl combine with his own guttural moan as he thrust a final time into his mate. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry could feel the strong heart beat of Severus through his back as rested against him. The man's hands lazily stroked his stomach as they recovered. He shifted uncomfortably. The after effects of sex were never wholly pleasant. Severus cleaned them with a muttered spell and Harry rearranged himself so he sat on the man's lap, instead of astride it. A cheek pressed against the top of his head, and Harry felt his eyelids droop. "I don't think I'll be able to sit here tomorrow without feeling this." Harry felt the man's lips move in a smile. "Nor I," Severus muttered against his hair, still a little breathless. "It's ironic isn't it? The boy who lived, whose destined to save the world, is in the submissive part of a relationship." Harry didn't mean to sound bitter, but he heard Severus' breath catch in his chest, and after a few moments, black eyes stared at him. "What is wrong with being the submissive partner?" Severus challenged him. "Nothing I guessit's just I'm the stronger one, magically speaking." "That is why you are the perfect submissive for my werewolf personality." Severus sighed. "Listen to me Harry." The man was firm, yet a little guarded in his words. "I will do everything in my power to protect you, provide for you and ensure your well being. Artemis and consequentially myself, like having the upper hand in sexual matters, and I enjoy being in charge. But it is the submissive that holds the true power." Harry shivered, the cold dungeon air nipped at his bare skin. He didn't understand what Severus was trying to tell him. Severus shook his head in irritation. "I would be lost without you." He looked him straight in the eye as he said it. "I want to be in control to keep you safe, I find pleasure in someone as powerful as you submitting before me. Never forget that despite this Harry, you and I are equal parts of this relationship." Severus turned his head and Harry pulled it back towards him, pressing his lips against the man's thin ones. "I understand." Harry meant it he did, the thought of losing Severus at this stage in his life horrified him. "We should retire for the night," Severus murmured against his lips, his arms wrapped round Harry to protect him from the cold. "Will you take me to the unused classroom?" Harry yawned at the end of his sentence. "Perhaps tomorrow." HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Hedwig stood before him, a few of her gleaming feathers now coating his cereal that he had half eaten. He petted her affectionately as he untied the letter. She waited a few moments,

before she bestowed everyone at the table a long stare from her orange eyes, and flew out of the hall. Mr Potter, Please meet me in my office this Saturday at precisely seven pm. Professor Dumbledore. Harry reread it a few times before he folded it and put it in his pockets. A part of him was relived by the thought of finally doing something to help him in this war, another part, namely his stomach, began to churn painfully. "Harry Potter!" Hermione shrieked from beside him, making some of the other Gryffindor's jump. "What?" Harry stood to meet her. "Come with me now!" Hermione turned him around, pushing him forcefully from the hall. A few students snickered and Harry could hear a few jibes about relationship problems. When the reached the safety of the courtyard Hermione span one her heel, and glared at him. "You're taking Ginny to the ball?" Harry wrapped his arms so his hands could touch his back, wishing he had thought to bring a cloak at least. "What's the problem Hermione?" Harry asked bewildered. "You're already bonded," Hermione hissed her eyes wide and incredulous. "Artemis isn't going to allow you to do this. Are you trying to make him jealous?" "Hang on a minute Hermione. Artemis knows all about it I told him." They had begun using Artemis' name over Severus' in case they were ever eavesdropped on. "He knows that I'm expected to take someone to the ball, and I was going to ask you but you already asked someone." Hermione's arms dropped in defeat. "Besides, Ginny asked me as friends, she isn't dating anyone and this way Artemis won't become threatened." "Oh Harry you're an idiot," Hermione breathed out, shaking her curly head. "At least you were smart enough to tell him." "Thanks," Harry spat sarcastically, not appreciating Hermione's description of him. "Oh you know how protective he can be. I was worried about Ginny." Hermione moved closer to him, holding on to his forearms. "Artemis won't hurt anyone close to me." Harry was sure of it. He allowed Hermione to embrace him, suddenly thinking of Ron's statement in the Quidditch changing rooms. 'I'd have to have a death wish to fool around with a werewolf's mate.' There wasn't anything to

worry about. Ginny knew they were just friends. Artemis had more concerns with Romilda, before she was sent to another school. "Do you think Romilda changed schools because of the love potion incident with Ron?" Hermione laughed, "Oh I think there was a large furry beast that fought for her expulsion. Come on we need to get to Potions." Harry followed her, thinking about those words. Had Severus really pushed for her expulsion? Tampering with love potions wasn't a major offence. Harry had done worse things in his school years. Picking up Ron on the way, who looked remarkably pleased to be extracted from Lavender's clutches, they made their way down to the classroom. The air between his two friends was tense and Harry sighed quietly. This was clearly how it was going to be for a while, and there was nothing he could do. As they entered the classroom, Harry moved from his usual space to sit in between them, but Hermione surprised them both by sitting at a different desk. "What are you doing?" Ron hissed, "Snape isn't going allow you to move." Harry unpacked his books and quill and sat on his stool. Other students were sitting and chatting softly so Harry turned to face the front of the room. Severus' chair was empty and Harry felt his heart pound as he thought about what had happened the previous night. "She's mental." Ron sat down, sitting close enough to Harry so their elbows were touching. "You two were fine when you left last night. Did something happen?" Harry had to tear his gaze away from the desk, trying to force his mind into concentrating. The tips of Ron's ears turned red. "Hermione told Lavender all about Michael Corner," He said haughtily, scratching at the desk with a nail. "How are thingswith you and Lavender I mean?" Ron looked up at him, subtly looking over Harry's shoulder at Hermione. "All we do is make out. We never talk or do anything!" Ron suddenly blurted out. "I don't even know why she's interested, but it was nice you know, someone finding me attractive. I guess that's why I agreed to go out with her." "That sounds like the wrong reason to date someone." "Yeah I know mate, it's just exciting when someone fancies you. Now I'm stuck in this mess." "And what mess would that be Mr Weasley?" A silky voice addressed them. Harry hadn't noticed Severus' approach, and his body tensed at his closeness. The class was giggling, the Slytherins nudging each other and making kissy faces at the pair of them. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for talking Mr Weasley." "Greasy git," Ron snarled under his breath.

Severus strode to the front of the class and sat in his chair, deliberately spreading his hands out on the desk Harry thought. "What I am about to teach you is a potion that usually takes one month to complete. However to save ourselves time and possible failure, I have procured all the correct ingredients for you to complete it over the next few classes. Who knows of which potion I am speaking of?" Hermione's hand shot into the air, and much to the puzzlement of the class, so did Harry's and Ron's. "Mr Potter, how delightful, you're using your brain for once." Severus' voice was thick with malice. The Slytherin's chuckled as they usually did. "It's the Polyjuice Potion." Harry ignored him. "Correct Mr Potter. It seems you are useful for other things besides relationship advice. Who can tell me what the potion is used for? Mr Malfoy?" "The potion allows the drinker to take on another's form." "Ten points to Slytherin." There were the usual protests of unfairness from the other houses but Severus ignored it. "The potion cannot be used for humans wishing to take on an animal form or any of the magical creatures such as merpeople or centaurs." Severus clapped his hands together and cauldrons appeared at their desks. "You will be using pewter cauldrons for this potion and you will work separately. If I see any assistance your mark will be zero. Do I make myself clear Miss Granger?" Hermione nodded, her eyes sparkling in a silent challenge. Harry held back a smile. "You have the morning to complete the first stage of your potion, begin." HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry finished before Ron, and Hermione had already finished and was looking at the ceiling with her eyes unfocused. Harry watched Ron add the knotgrass to the potion and winced as he stirred it anti clockwise. The instructions were clearly there in their books, but Ron didn't seem to be concentrating either. Thankfully his friend performed the right wand gesture before sitting down to wait for the needed eighty minutes as Harry was doing. Other students had started to catch up on homework. Severus made no move to stop them, his quill scratching on a parchment at the front. "Do you want to stay with Lavender?" Harry whispered. As soon as he did, Severus' eyes snapped away from the desk, fixating on him with a stare. Harry looked back and shook his head discreetly, a silent plea for Severus to leave him alone. Black eyes glittered and swept around the classroom, before returning to his work.

"She's nice and all, but I don't know. It'd be easier if she ended it, I don't want her crying all over me. She's so different from Hermione," Ron whispered. "Go on." "Hermione you can have a conversation with about anything, she's so smart it's a little intimidating. She was the first girl I got to know properly and mum's always been fond of her." Harry smiled and bumped his arm against his friend. "But Lavender liked me despite being your best friend and my brothers and all." He felt his face drop. "I mean come on, you're the famous Harry Potter, and I kind of vanish next to you, plus my brothers have already done everything, Quidditch Captain, Head boy, there's nothing left for me. Now she's going to the ball with that Corner bloke." Harry watched Ron scowl and poke his wand angrily into the flames. "Have you ever thought about dating Hermione?" Ron asked him. In the reflection of the cauldron Harry saw his eyebrows move down in a frown, as he discreetly flicked his fingers towards the front of the class. "Oh right," Ron answered sheepishly. "I just always thought, why anyone especially someone like Hermione want someone like me when she could have you?" "It's a mystery." Harry jumped as Ron elbowed him. He stood to peer at his potion. It was bubbling like mud, which Harry remembered was the right constancy from his second year. Severus had risen and was checking on the potions. Harry guessed that this was a dangerous brewing session as Severus usually left the class to it. Severus stopped at Ron's potion which was different in appearance to Harry's and went to say something. However he paused, clearly thinking better of it and left them alone. Harry watched after the man in confusion, if Harry knew the potion was wrong then surely Severus must have. "A select few have their potions correctly brewed. It is up to those that haven't to rectify their mistakes." "How the bloody hell am I supposed to know if it's wronghang on" Ron peered over at Hermione's and then back into Harry's cauldron. "Oh no." Ron looked at his own watery one. "How am I going to fix this?" Ron flicked through the pages of his book. Harry reached over attempting to tap at the section where Ron had made his mistake. "Twenty points from Gryffindor Mr Potter, my instructions were clear." Grumpily Harry sat, seething with resentment. He knew it wasn't real, he knew Severus didn't mean it, but when those eyes glittered with malice they did a pretty good job of convincing him otherwise.

He let his eyes drift as Hermione was doing, until they were captured by pale grey ones. Harry sat up straighter as he realized Malfoy was staring. The boy looked at him with contempt that turned away. Harry glared at his back for a few moments before turning his head. He began to grind his lacewing flies in preparation for the next stage. When his time was up Harry added them, heating the potion for thirty seconds before adding the boomslang skin and bicorn horn. Once he had completed the last stage in this step of potion making he stepped back, allowing Severus to place a charm to hold his potion in status till next time. "The potions need to brew for twenty-four hours. In our next lesson we will attempt to see if any of you were successful. Dismissed." Hermione came to stand at their table, waiting as they both packed their books away. Most of the class was leaving, but Harry noticed Malfoy was hovering near Severus' desk. Harry left with his friends and when he was outside, he gestured for them to leave without him. Ron raised his eyebrow but said nothing, turning to following Hermione. Harry knew Severus would sense him lingering in the doorway, so he was counting on his acute hearing and the bustling students around him to conceal his loitering. To any other students it would just look like Harry had been told to wait outside. Concentrating on the voices in the room, rather than the bustling and chattering around him, Harry could barely make out their voices. "You have to teach me how to make the potion faster. I'm running out." Malfoy sounded desperate, his voice faltering. A Hufflepuff knocked him, so Harry missed what Severus said in response. "There must be a way!" Harry was uncomfortable by how the boy sounded. Malfoy was overly confident, arrogant even. This wasn't the Slytherin he knew. "The Polyjuice Potion takes a month to brew. I have sped up the process by already stewing the lacewing flies for the class. Whatever scheme you have, you need to find another way." "Then give me the successful potions from this class." "I suspect only Granger will succeed in providing an adequate potion." "Then give me the mud bloods!" "Do not speak such words in front of me!" Harry jumped at the pounding of wood. Was Severus defending Hermione? "You've grown weak. How will the Dark Lord react when I tell him you are hindering my mission?" Harry's breath caught in his throat suffocating him. He pushed away from the wall, concerned students starting to stare at him. He didn't want to hear anymore. He sat down on a bench forcing himself to calm down. Otherwise Severus would come find him. This wasn't new information. Harry knew he was a spy, that he was loyal to Dumbledore.

Had Malfoy taken the mark? Did Dumbledore know? His letter felt warm in his pocket. Dumbledore had mentioned after their fight about Malfoy hadn't been expelled for a reason. It had stuck in Harry's throat then, and it was sticking now. Surely Dumbledore didn't know the extent of Malfoy's malice. Harry couldn't wait till the weekend; he needed to tell Dumbledore now. TBC Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 851 - Follows: 1,257 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 25 Hi everyone, sorry for the long wait. I am aware that I started this fic quite some time ago, so thank you to all the loyal followers who keep on reading. Please be assured by the fact I have no intention of abandoning this fic and I will see it though to the end, I know some people have be concerned by that. It is sadly however winding down to a close now, I have planned out precisely how it will end, and I will not be revealing anything sorry. Saying that, every time Severus and Harry seem to write their own chapters and I end up adding another one. It was supposed to end at 29, I think we're now looking at around 35! As always please share your thoughts, even if it's just a quick line, reviews really do inspire writers to continue, and I appreciate the time taken to write them. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Artemis growled at the boy who was standing so close to him. He was still locked within his host's mind who was doing everything he could to ignore him. The human standing before

them had hurt their mate. Artemis had struggled to gain control of the body, but he was forced into submission. Now all he could do was offer suggestions as to how the blond human should die. Surprisingly his host agreed with many of his suggestions, allowing Artemis to snarl his dissatisfaction without being reprimanded. This was all part of some scheme that was thought of before Artemis' existence, and the werewolf had no interest in politics and who was going to perish. However, there was concern about the old one dying, and his host felt guilt at what he must do. Artemis could feel it in their hand, and when he transformed it was still bound to his forepaw. A duty to kill otherwise their life would be forfeit. To Artemis it was a simple solution, kill the old one and keep their mate safe. His host had explained that the old one was viewed as pack to their mate and now Artemis shared the same churning sickness. There was no choice in the matter. They had to stay alive to keep Harry safe, which only added fuel to the anger directed at this young human. Artemis enjoyed the thought of crunching on his bones when transformed, when he became interrupted by the scent of Harry lingering in the doorway. "Mate is listening." He informed the host, in case his ineffective sense of smell was hindering him. "I am aware." Artemis felt confused. His host had insisted that Harry could not know about the old one's impending death. Why did he let his mate hear their secret whispers? The werewolf searched in their conjoined mind, seeking out an answer. His host didn't stop him, showing him the way to a deep secret. "You are not to tell him." The deep booming voice of his host echoed in his mind. "Still the old one must die?" "It is a possibility." Artemis looked through their joined eyes again, looking not at the passionate boy before them, but at the shadow that loitered in the doorway. "You are wise." Artemis conceded content to remain watching. "I just hope Harry is." HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Flashing green eyes welcomed him as Severus entered his quarters. "Good evening," Severus greeted, closing the door behind him. "I didn't see you in the Great Hall for lunch, or dinner for that matter."

"I had something that needed doing." Harry was sitting in the sofa, watching Severus move around the room. "I see. Are you hungry now?" "No, I ate in the kitchens with Dobby." "Ah the cheerful house elf." Severus sat himself at his marking table, pulling off his shoes as he got himself comfortable. It was behind the sofa on the back wall, and Harry hadn't turned to look at him. "Severus?" Harry's voice was timid. "Yes?" "I heard you today, with Malfoy I mean." Harry rose to his knees and turned kneeling on the cushions. Severus said nothing. "I know you can't tell me everything, but I need to know. Is Malfoy a Death Eater?" He must have pulled a face because Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco Malfoy." "No he is not," Severus answered truthfully. Harry exhaled heavily and flopped out across the sofa cushions. "I was going to go to Dumbledore and warn him," Harry muttered to himself. "Why didn't you? That would have been your usual behaviour." Severus waited patiently for the answer. "Because I trust you and I wanted to ask you first. I know something is happening and that you and Dumbledore won't tell me, I just can't work out why." Harry peered over the back of the sofa. "You answered my question about him being a Death Eater truthfully." "Correct." Harry's face lit with realisation. "There are some questions I cannot answer." "Why does Draco need Polyjuice Potion?" "I believe he is using Crabbe and Goyle to take on various forms to keep a watch for him." "What's he up to?" Harry pressed. Severus remained silent, his hand burning.

"Ok different question." Harry thought for a few moments. "Does Dumbledore know what he's up to?" "Yes." "And he can't stop him?" Harry's confusion was easy to hear. "Won't," Severus replied, careful in how he was answering. The unbreakable bond would require him to kill Albus should Draco fail, but he had also agreed to help Draco in his task and look out for his well being. Giving Harry too much information might jeopardise that. "You're being cryptic." Harry smiled. "Feel like taking some truth serum?" Severus felt himself smile at Harry's joke. "It would not help you in your quest for knowledge." Harry frowned in puzzlement, and then looked at his own hand, slowly putting them together. Severus waited patiently for Harry to come to his own conclusion. If he figured it out on his own, well that wasn't entirely going behind Albus' back now was it? "You've been put under a vow," Harry mumbled, "is that what you did to me when you told me to stay away from Draco?" "A simplified version yes. You wouldn't have died if you disobeyed the vow you promised to." "And I thought that all this time you were hiding things from me." Which is true to a certain degree, Severus thought to himself. He couldn't tell Harry about the plot against Albus, but he could work on their trust now and inform Harry he was under orders so when the time came "I appreciate you not running to Albus with this." Severus told him with feeling. He felt warmth towards the boy for waiting to speak to him. Many would have run to Albus' side, reporting that he was up to no good. Harry had known that Albus knew that something was a foot, yet out of loyalty to Severus and not Albus he had waited. "I thought we might be in danger, but I wanted to hear your side first." Harry smiled at him. "I believe I promised to show you the unused classroom?" Severus pulled his shoes back on. "It would be wise for you to venture out with your cloak on. It is after curfew." Severus waited until the boy was ready, his head floating in midair distracting him for a moment. Regaining his composure, he gestured the boy to follow. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry was glad he had waited before running to tell Dumbledore. He had every intention of doing so, but had waited until after lunch to calm down. While in Charms he had silently stewed over it, weighing up all the options in his head and had decided to wait.

Severus' strong back was just in front of him, and Harry stared at it as they walked through the corridors towards the Ravenclaw tower. This was the firs time Harry had seen the man actually seem happy about something. It made him feel girlish inside, all warm and gooey like girls tended to get. His mate wasn't intentionally trying to hide things from him. He was under a vow which only roused Harry's curiosity more. He wouldn't speak to Severus about it directly, yet he would keep a close eye on Malfoy. The first year girl he saw the pervious night bothered him. Had that been one of the beefy lackeys? Hiding under the guise of an innocent eleven year old? Wellhardly innocent considering she was a Slytherin. Harry stopped, shocked by his own prejudice against those in Slytherin. Did he not grow sick of the petty rivalry between the houses, their constant mistrust when the students should be working together? And here he was victim to it. He lost sight of Severus around a corner, and ran silently to keep up. Thankfully Severus hadn't gone too far. "Harry?" Severus whispered. "You can remove the cloak." Severus black eyes were darting about, no doubt keeping an eye out for wayward students. "Give me your hand." Severus placed his hand on the handle. "You need to think of a password, one that is simple enough for your friends to remember and that is suitably juvenile." Harry drew a blank, staring at the handle in bewilderment. How were you supposed to think up a password on the spot like that? "ErmSlytherin sucks?" His hand tingled with warmth and the door swung open. "Why are there no Slytherin's in this club of yours?" Severus asked his voice louder as the door shut behind them. "Your house isn't known for wanting to work with others. If you can find me a student who's willing to take direction under Harry Potter and work with others to defend the light pass them my way." "Will this room prove adequate?" Harry tried not to laugh at the subject change. The room was large, and with the furniture moved it would prove just big enough. It was nowhere near as impressive as the room of requirement which came fully equipped, but they could transfigure items into what they needed. Harry strode across the room with large exaggerated footfalls, measuring the room. "It's not as big as I would have liked it." Harry called from the back. "I see gratitude is not a virtue you possess." Harry walked back, his skin prickling with how ungrateful he must have sounded. "Thank you for this Severus. I mean it." Harry attempted a smile, which the man ignored, turning his head to look at the back of the door. "Is there a fail safe option in case one of your friends decides to betray you." "Hermione made everyone sign a piece of parchment when the army started. If any one betrays us the word 'sneak' gets plastered across their forehead."

"Clever witch," Severus muttered. "Come, it's getting late." Harry placed the cloak back around his body and followed Severus back down to their quarters. Once in the bedroom, Severus finally noticed that Harry had hung his clothes up in the wardrobe. Harry waited with his breath caught in his throat, but Severus merely moved them to the side with a hand, so he could reach whatever it was he was looking for. "Harry," Severus whispered, "I realise that when you first took up residence in my quarters that I did not make you feel welcome. I apologise for that, however things have changed. I would appreciate it if you could perhaps start seeing this place as your home also?" "I just didn't want to intrude." Harry looked down, finding the carpet very interesting. "Everything that I have is yours to share, including our quarters. Just try not to move things around too much." The man was trying to joke and it dispelled Harry's fears. "You should get ready for bed, my training session begins on Friday and I suggest you get as much sleep as possible in preparation." "You wish old man. I'll run rings around you." "You toy with a trusted Death Eater and a member of the Order? My my Mr Potter we truly are arrogant." Severus was smirking and Harry threw his shirt at him as he left the bedroom to change. In the bathroom the mirror didn't comment on the inane grin splitting his face. Thankfully Severus' mirror didn't speak unlike the ones in the tower. When he returned to the bedroom, Severus was already under the covers, his eyes fixated on Harry. Harry gulped painfully, suddenly shy under the scrutiny. "Come here." Severus purred, making Harry think of the man as a panther and not the wolf he was. As he got into bed, Severus simply turned him over and pressed against his back, chuckling at some internal joke. "Sleep Harry," Severus whispered into his ear, and an arm wrapped around his stomach. Harry could feel his body was tense in the man's hold, still unused to the sensation of being hugged at night. Severus didn't relinquish him and eventually Harry felt his eyelids grow heavy, listening to the steady sound of Severus breathing. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Ah Severus! What an unexpected surprise." Albus moved aside to allow him to enter the room. "I thought you would be teaching at this hour? Have I got it wrong?" Albus frowned, cocking his head as if listening to the walls. "No Albus, Filius is covering my lesson for me." Severus sat down at the Headmasters desk and waited for the elderly wizard to sit. "I have something I wish to discuss." "Oh?" Albus' eyes were twinkling and he conjured some whisky for them both.

"I cannot go down the path you are asking me." Severus got straight to the point, wincing as all the warmth left his mentor's face. "I believe you deserve a chance to explain Severus." Albus replied coolly. "I'm not betraying Harry by killing you. He deserves to know what is happening Albus. We both know that it will fall to me to fulfil the bond Narcissa placed on me, and unless Harry is informed why I am killing a man he thinks of as his grandfather, I will lose him." Severus paused, plucking a glass from the table and filling it, despite the frosty stare he was receiving. "Not only that, I will not remain at Hogwarts while you send him on some wild goose chase for Horcruxes. He needs help to accomplish that, and you will tear him apart in separating us." "When I die your bond will terminate." "Just like you did with Lupin? Did you not think his child deserved better?" Blue eyes widened. Seemed like the old wizard didn't know everything after all. "Tonks is with child?" Albus pulled a glass toward him. "Why did Remus not inform me?" "I do not believe he was aware of that fact when he sought your aid. Although why you bonded them in the first place and then undid it is beyond me." Severus reclined thoughtfully in his chair. "What happens between me and Remus is of no concern of yours Severus." The cold stare was back. Severus took a long sip of his drink, watching the Headmaster. Lupin was clearly up to something of his own. "It is because of me." Artemis growled sadly, hiding behind Severus' mental shield. "No. Lupin can make his own decisions. It was nothing to do with your fight." Severus reassured the beast, but he couldn't spend too much time lingering in his thoughts. "Harry is aware of your age Albus. He has already asked me what will happen when you die." "What did you tell him?" "I told him the truth, when a couple becomes bonded an official record is made and" Severus paused. "I informed him that very few couples in our world volunteer to have their magic bound together. He did not seem to mind, he was more concerned that we do not have an official record. It is something he wishes to look into." It was rare that anyone could make the old man speechless, and Severus couldn't help his short barks of laughter while looking at the old man's face.

"I will be honest with you Severus, as many few are. It was my intention when I let you bond that it would be for a limited amount of time. I believed that in this short amount of time you might both find love, but I never lose sight of my goal. It was not for love that I bound you. However, such feelings will help our side to win the war, just as I knew they would. Harry will do everything possible to keep you safe, just as you will do the same." "Why are you trying to pull us apart?" Severus got straight to the heart of the matter. Albus regarded him, and folded his hands over his stomach. "You need to remain at Hogwarts Severus. The children will need your protection from Tom, and Harry will need your assistance from here." "Minerva is not going to allow the Dark Lord to overthrow Hogwarts. She is your deputy after all." "And how long will Hogwarts survive!" Albus broke the glass in Severus' hand with his outburst of magic. "You are the spy. You are the one he trusts. With you as Headmaster the children will be safe a little longer. Tom will believe you are holding Hogwarts for him, his attention will turn else where." "My concern is for Harry, not the students." "Oh Severus haven't you learnt from your mistakes?" Albus calmed, his hands flinging up in exasperation. "You had no concern for others when you repeated that damn prophecy, and it is because of you we are in this position." "I never knew it was about Lily." Severus growled, shaking the glass from his hand. "No, you just thought you'd lead the Longbottoms to their death in a quest for dark glory." Severus rose to his feet. "I will not be used as some mindless puppet in your game Albus. When you die I will take Harry to find the Horcruxes and we will destroy them and Voldemort." "You will sacrifice everything for Harry?" Albus spat at him. "You think he will trust you after my death?" The words mocked him. "You will not allow yourself to die so that is your only option." "You planned this all along." Albus' anger deflated. "If you hadn't bonded I would have eventually lost you to the Ministry. Harry wouldn't have concentrated if he was pining after a werewolf. What choice did I have? Believe it or not Severus. I did hope you might have found some happiness in each other." "You are crueller than I imagined Albus. Allowing two people to form feelings when you knew all along you were going to rip them apart." Severus stormed towards the door. "Harry will die Severus. How could I not allow him some chance of love?" "HE WILL NOT DIE!" Severus whipped around, spittle flying in his rage.

"You two have had your allotted time together. I hope you both found something from it." Severus' rage calmed as a thought struck him. "It was my magic," he whispered. Albus wouldn't meet his gaze. "You stand there and lie to me about feelings and giving Harry and me a chance. Perhaps that was how you convinced yourself that this bonding was the right choice. Harry isn't strong enough. You are hoping my magic will pull some of his out." Severus walked slowly to the desk, like a predator would circle its prey. "The night of our bonding you insisted our magic be bound. I had no objection for the law states it must be so, and Harry wouldn't have known any different." Severus wrenched Albus from his chair by his robes. "What are you trying to do?" A magical barrier came between them, forcing Severus to take a few steps back. "I never imagined you would fall in love. You have never been able to see past James' ghost. Harry needs your knowledge to conquer Tom. Already I hear his grades are improving. I needed Harry to keep you safe in case the Ministry found out about Artemis. When I am gone, it will be that neither of you require the other." "Did you plant the werewolf paw in the woods that night?" Severus' fingers were itching for his wand. "An unexpected development." "That you took full advantage of." Severus spat and turned his back on his mentor once more. "We are finished talking Albus. Harry is mine to look after and I will not let him leave to chase around the British countryside. Find another way or all your plans will unravel before your eyes." Severus slammed the door behind him. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry looked around the unusual classroom. This was where Severus had instructed him to meet on their Friday session. Harry checked the piece of parchment. It looked a little like the room of requirement, empty stone walls and floor. There weren't any desks or windows for that matter. "You are standing in the ancient duelling classroom. It is no longer used since learning how to duel was stricken from the curriculum. Mr Potter I suggest you remove your school robe and leave it by the door it will hinder you." Severus locked the door with a powerful locking charm and took up position at the other end of the room. Harry did as instructed, trying not to rub his arms for warmth. His school shirt did nothing to protect him from the chill emanating from the stone room, and he wished he had thought to change. "You will warm up," Severus snarled.

Bristling at his mate's tone, Harry stood opposite the man leaving a few meters between them. "What are we doing then sir?" Harry flicked his wand in his hand, deliberately mocking Severus with his words. "Twenty points from Gryffindor Mr Potter, I am your Professor and you will give me respect." Harry nodded his head, the underlying message loud and clear. "This evening I will be testing your magical ability as well as your speed and reaction times. You will attempt to disarm me by any means possible." Harry felt his mouth open in protest. "Do you understand MR Potter?" Severus stressed his title and Harry closed his mouth. "If you do not defend yourself you will be injured do I make myself clear? On the count of three then onetwo Confringo!" Unaware Harry caught the full brunt of the charm, colliding with the floor painfully, his shirt on fire. Severus hadn't used his full magic in the opening charm. Otherwise Harry would be seriously injured from the blasting curse. Hardly having time to catch his breath, he looked up to see Severus advancing on him. "Protego Horribilis!" It was a shield Hermione and he had discovered as a way of protecting themselves from future attacks by the Death Eaters. Harry knew Severus was well versed in the dark arts, it stood to reason that he would be using them. Harry jumped to his feet, grateful his shield held against the barrage it was now under. Racking his brain Harry tried to think of a spell. "Expelliarmus!" He shouted, swearing when Severus easily repelled it. His wand exploded in a shower of sparks aimed at Severus as he screamed any charm that came to mind. They weren't having any impact as his shield seemed to draw on his energy. "Sectumsempra!" The spell broke Harry's shield easily as his concentration was beginning to lag. Harry screamed as his arm seemed to slice under some invisible pressure. He had never heard of the spell before and without thinking Harry bellowed, "Salvio Hexia," in a vain attempt to protect himself. Looking around the classroom, he noticed his robe was still by the door. An idea began creeping into his mind but he didn't know how to drop the shield and get to the robe. "Accio robe!" only made it roll over lazily. "Come on Potter you're supposed to be the great saviour of the world!" Severus taunted. "Deprimo." The curse blew Severus from his feet, giving him some time, and Harry allowed his shield to shatter and charge at Severus in a whirlwind of azure shards. Harry sprinted towards the robe, curses flying past his head, one scorching the ground in front of him. In desperation he transformed into Apollo, snatching the robe up in his jaws and barrelling over on his back to avoid more attacks. His transformation back was too slow, and a curse hit true in the middle of it, making Harry scream out in agony. His shirt was in tatters, his eyes bleary as he looked towards Severus

who seemed possessed by some murderous rage. Flinging up the robe into the air, ruby liquid on his arm catching his attention, he transformed it midair into a concrete slab that fell before him, shielding him from the worst of the attacks. "What do I do, what do I do?" Harry muttered to himself as spells, shattered his slab slowly, he fired return spells towards Severus, and desperately trying to think about what it was he should be doing. "Defodio!" The word reminded him of a curse he had recently read about. Something to do with carving, or gougingHarry felt his throat constrict as he remembered; only flattening himself to the ground in time. As he looked up, there was a smoking hole in the middle of his slab. Looking through it he noticed his mate was dangerously close to him now. "By any means possible" Harry muttered ducking as his hair got singed. "Expecto Patronum!" He screamed, sending it one way while he as Apollo darted the other. It worked for a moment; Severus was distracted by the silvery wolf allowing Harry to get within snapping distance, as soon as Harry leapt in midair for Severus' wand arm he was struck by a spell, leaving him whining at the older man's feet. "I believe that is enough for today." Severus crouched down, and ran his hands through the wolf's fur. "Perhaps you should transform back Harry." The wolf stood on three legs whimpering, and slowly morphed back into a human. "Call me Apollo in that form. I don't want anyone to know I'm an animagus." Harry panted out, his body bent over at the waist as he caught his breath. "I understand." Severus' eyes trailed his half naked body, and he turned him with a rough hand to assess the damage. "Your body holds up well under attack." His large hand trailed a rough cut on Harry's back. "I am impressed by your tolerance to pain. A lesser man would be halted in it grip." "That must be it then, my body is super strong." Harry laughed as Severus pushed him, holding his wand up to heal him. "Can you teach me that?" "Do you not know of any healing spells?" Severus frowned, placing his wand back inside his sleeve. "I know of Episkey but apart from that no. I've never been taught any." Harry flexed his shoulder blades, testing his muscles. "Then I believe it is imperative you do so." Harry waited his body shivering as his adrenaline wore of. "Sohow'd I do?" He questioned when Severus remained silent. "It was quick thinking to transfigure your robe into a physical shield rather than relying on a magical one. Shields performed by magic draw on our energy leaving our casting abilities weakened. You realized this and corrected it, however" Severus paused surveying the

room. "Your casting is weaker than I expected coming from you. You duelled the Dark Lord and survived, how did you manage this?" The words were rude. Harry bristled under the man's stare. "In the graveyard was the only time I've faced him alone. I used the disarming spell, and our wands became connected. When that happened the ghost of my parents distracted him long enough for me to run. When Death Eaters attack me, I usually outrun them, or stun enough to get away." "You are surviving on your speed. The Death Eaters you encountered in the Ministry last year are not as strong as Voldemort, but still Lucius Malfoy was there and he is an accomplished duellist." "I think its luck." Harry snorted. "Oh?" Severus shrugged off his outer robe and removed his under shirt, showing Harry the scorch marks and cuts of his curses. "How? I didn't even notice that your robe was torn?" Harry moved forward, tentatively stroking the alabaster skin. Severus breathed deep before answering. "The robe is dark and blood does not show up easily on dark fabric, as for the rips were you even looking? You expected I would be undamaged, so lacking is your faith in your abilities." "You just told me my casting is weaker than you expected." Harry let his hands drop as he noticed the man's breathing kept hitching. "Indeed it is. You did not injure me enough to stop me. Your quick thinking of using your animal from was clever, but next time you should send multiple patronus forms instead of one." "Is that even possible?" "Yes, but it is advanced magic which I think you are capable of learning." Severus closed his mouth and frowned down at him. "What is the matter?" Harry looked up, surprised that Severus could tell something was bothering him. "How am I going to defeat Voldemort if I can't even stop you?" "There are a few elite followers among the Dark Lord, who have been well taught in dark magic and in the art of combat. Lucius and I are such people. I will teach you what it is I know, and you have the ability to pull on my magic also. It is my belief that this ability will strengthen your own magic." Harry moved forward, and placed his forehead just below the man's collar bone, his arms wrapping around Severus' waist. There was a hesitant pause before Severus engulfed him with strong battle scarred arms. "You can do this Harry. I will be beside you." "Yeah but for how long?" Harry could hear his voice was muffled by Severus' chest, and a part of him wished he hadn't said anything. There was silence and Harry was beginning to

hope Severus hadn't heard him. There was pressure on his bare shoulders as Severus pushed him away slowly. "How long do you wish me to be with you?" Severus' dark eyes were soft and questioning, his voice unusually gentle. Harry felt like he was standing on the pinnacle of something. He had the sense that his next few words held some sort of power of the both of them. It left his mouth dry and his palms warm and moist. His face was reflected in the blackness of Severus' eyes, and he could see the feeling he had yet to name. It gave him the courage to say the words true to his heart. "Always," He murmured, leaning up to press his mouth against his mate's. When their kiss finished Severus was looking down at him with a smile. "Then that is how long you shall have me." A hand wound itself around Harry's neck, pulling him in for a more satisfying kiss. TBC Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 849 - Favs: 851 - Follows: 1,257 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023

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Chapter 26 Harry left Dumbledore's office, his brain aching from information. It had been their first lesson regarding Horcruxes and Tom Riddle. Wading through memories had left Harry unaware of the passage of time, his body disoriented. He hadn't thought to take his invisibility cloak with him, and now he needed to rely on his hearing and stealth not to get caught after curfew.

Dumbledore had been acting strangely. There was no offer of a lemon drop or a cup of tea. Instead the old wizard had launched straight into an explanation that they would be exploring Voldemort's old memories, presenting a pensive. Peeking around the gargoyle protecting the office reassured Harry that the corridors were empty. Shaking his head in sheer stupidity, he simply transformed. I never make use of the resources I have, Harry thought, his claws tapped clacking across the stone floors. The voice was unmistakably Severus'. His view was limited to waist height, but his hearing and smell became so acute that Harry needed to keep reminding himself to return home. Not investigate things he usually couldn't sense in human form. Relying on this innate animal instinct to lead him to the dungeon, Harry allowed his mind to wander back to the meeting. Yes, Dumbledore had acted as though time was now slipping away from him, arranging another meeting just after the ball this coming weekend. Harry assumed Voldemort might have been nipping at his heels once more. There was no news in the Daily Prophet, no new killings had been mentioned around the school. Perhaps whatever Voldemort was doing was classified. Bob Ogden, Morfin Gaunt, Marvolo and Merope? And Harry thought Hedwig had been an unusual name. Well Marvolo he recognized as Voldemort had kindly explained his name was an anagram, but the others? The only information Harry had gained from this memory was that Marvolo was a sadistic supremacist, a Grandfather Voldemort could be proud of. Morfin was his Uncle and Merope his pure blood mother. Harry traced the family tree in his head, his nose sniffing an interesting scent. Pulling his muzzle from the floor, his ears pricked as he heard murmuring. A suit of armour provided cover. Harry wound his grey body round the ankles, hoping the shadows would conceal him. It was two students, seventh years by the look of them, a pair of Ravenclaws he didn't recognize. Harry held his surprise well, his tongue running over his canine teeth. Ravenclaws didn't strike him as the type to sneak around. His amber eyes focused on their entwined fingers, watching them until their footsteps could no longer be heard. The students reminded Harry of Dumbledore's explanation of the memory. "I believe that Merope, who was deeply in love with her husband, could not bear to continue enslaving him by magical means. I believe that she made the choice to stop giving him the potion. Perhaps, besotted as she was, she had convinced herself that he would by now have fallen in love with her in return. Perhaps she thought he would stay for the baby's sake. If so, she was wrong on both counts. He left her, never saw her again, and never troubled to discover what became of his son." Harry couldn't help a soft whine escaping. It was tragic. No one should use a love potion. Romilda was enough to convince him of that. Harry couldn't help feeling sorry for Merope. She had tried to do the right thing, but it had backfired. A child had been left with his family's hatred, his mothers love cruelly snatched away as she died. Could it have been him?

No, Harry thought as he continued his journey. His childhood had not been easy and he had lost his parents, knowing nothing about them until he was eleven. He hadn't been raised in an orphanage no, but he hadn't had enough to eat, had slept under a cupboard and hadn't had a true friend until Ron and Hermione. Somehow he had still kept it all together. At least Harry was aware of two new Horcruxes, a ring and a locket. Both were ugly and both were lost. Dumbledore hadn't offered any explanation about these two artifacts, instead focusing on understanding the complicated family relationship. Harry seared both objects into his memory. It could be useful one day. He hesitated outside the door to his quarters. Dumbledore had made it very clear to only share this information with Hermione and Ron. In fact the Headmaster had encouraged him to actively seek them out and get their opinion. There had been no mention of Severus. Harry scratched the door with his forepaw. He was clearly looking into something that wasn't there. Perhaps Dumbledore thought it went unsaid that Harry would confide in Severus. Speaking of who was now staring down at him with a puzzled look on his face. "Apollo I presume?" Harry let out a little bark, wagging his tail as Severus moved aside to let him pass. "Are you well?" Severus questioned him as soon as he was on two legs again. "I'm tired. It was a lot of information to process at once." "Do you wish to speak of it?" Severus tugged gently on his elbow, pulling him over to the sofa. "It could have easily been me. Our pasts are practically the same." Harry accepted the cup of tea Severus conjured for him. "All alone in an orphanage, me in my cupboard. Then we both come to Hogwarts, yet I didn't become an insane madman." He blew the steam, watching Severus through his fogged glasses. Wiping them he sighed, "If I hadn't met Ron and accepted Malfoy's hand, would my life be different? If I had joined Slytherin instead of Gryffindor?" The tea spilt, burning his trembling fingers. "Harry," Severus began, taking the tea from him. "You've just answered your own questions. Ultimately it is our choices that define us. The Slytherin house has always been unjustly represented, but you would have been exposed to different people there. Many students are from pure blooded, older families with a greater knowledge of the Dark Arts. A few are young recruits for the Dark Lord." "Can't you stop them?" Severus' dark eyes slid away. "They have made their choice. I cannot persuade them otherwise without giving my position away. The Dark Lord may have had a difficult upbringing, but which person hasn't? We all suffer and it is uniquely horrible to us. Your friend Ron for example, lives in the shadow of his brothers. Now that might not seem like a great injustice to you, but if you have grown up with it"

"I see," Harry interrupted. Silence stretched between them. "Merope reminded me of Tonks in a way." "Merope?" "Merope Gaunt, Voldemort's mother." Severus looked at him strangely. "What?" "It is strange to think of the Dark Lord having a mother. Of course I know the bare bones of his story from Albus, but when you see him." "I thought the Order would know of his origins, or at least the Death Eaters." "Now you are being foolish. The Dark Lord does not sit us down for a weekly meeting to discuss current events." The sarcasm was thick. "Sorry I just assumed" "Never assume anything. Knowledge is power. Tell me what you know." Harry hesitated, looking at his mate's eager face. Dumbledore hadn't said he could tell Severus, only Hermione and Ron. Feelings of unease made his stomach turn as he watched Severus. He could help the stray thought that this man was still enthralled with his old master. "You were informed to keep it a secret?" Severus' face became a mask, and he pulled away from Harry, leaving a space between them. "Only to tell Hermione and Ron." Severus cursed under his breath scaring Harry with the ferocity of the words. "I didn't say I wouldn't tell you," Harry whispered. Severus turned, eyes blazing. Harry felt his back press into the sofa. Severus breathed deeply, closing his eyes. "I apologize." The man didn't offer any explanation or why he was upset. Harry relived the memory from the pensive, enjoying the speechless expression on Severus' face as Harry brought down the man he once viewed as a hero. "He's a half blood?" Severus hissed out incredulously, glancing down at his arm in disgust. "There isn't anything wrong with that!" Harry spat out, his cheeks flaring with heat. Surprised Severus turned to him. His eyebrows knotted in confusion before a soft smile graced his face. "As am I. My mother was a witch, my father is a Muggle." "I just assumed" "There you go once again Harry. Not many people know that."

Severus touched a finger to his mouth, his eyes unfocused. "Albus has long been preaching that it was your mother's love that saved you. I do not understand what he means by that, however" Severus turned thoughtful. "If the Dark Lord was conceived under the effects of a love potion, then that renders him unable to ever experience that emotion." Harry sat in a stunned silence, beside him Severus seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly parched, Harry reached for the cup of tea Severus had placed on the floor. It was luke warm and without sugar, yet he still gulped half of it down. "You mentioned Merope reminded you of Tonks?" Severus prompted as his thoughts finally cleared. "Oh yeah." Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well" Harry didn't know how to start. "You are concerned because she is alone with a child?" "Yes. What if Remus never truly loved her? What if it influences how her baby is raised once it's born? What if he or she has the same dark thoughts?" "Harry there is plenty of children with one parent, some like you with none. Yet I do not see them turning into dictators." "Still I want to keep an eye on them," Harry told Severus firmly. "That is up to you. We should retire for the night. I have planned to be up early brewing. What will you be doing?" "Spending the day with Hermione and Ron." "Isn't there homework or extra studies that could benefit from your time?" Severus asked. "I've already done it. I'm close to getting that charm right for McGonagall I just know it. I'm seeing the other Professors this week." "I guess I should be grateful you aren't wasting time with the expedition to Hogsmead tomorrow." "There's a trip tomorrow?" Harry straightened. "It was announced this morning. I believe you were preoccupied with sleeping." "Yes because I was fighting you till late, then we had lunch here and you watched me like a hawk until my homework was finished. How would I have known?" "I guess it slipped my mind." Severus stood and headed for the bedroom. "Is there a reason you don't want me to go?"

"Apart from this ball distracting all the students from the inevitable, no." Harry stood in the door way, resisting the urge to hex the man in the back. "It's meant to be a distraction. People are losing people they love, everyone's scared." "They should be, not prancing around in senseless parties." Severus disrobed in the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "They're only young." Harry hated how old he sounded. "Besides, my formal robes don't fit me anymore, I was going to magically alter them, but a day out with my friends sounds great." He leant against the door way, the question burning on his tongue. "If that's ok with you?" Severus turned to face him, eyes wide with surprise. "Why do you ask?" There was an edge to his voice. "In case you had any plans for us." Harry sat in the middle of the bed. "I already informed you that I would be up early brewing, and you already mentioned you would be with Granger and Weasley" Severus trailed off, looking for a meaning when there wasn't one. "That would have involved me staying in the castle. I was being polite. You might have made arrangements for us in the afternoon or something." "Since when have I ever made arrangements for us?" Arms folded across his chest. "Oh I give up. I was being courteous. Forgive me for believing you might have wanted to spend time with me." Harry stumbled from the bed, feet thudding across the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. "Stupid git!" He spat, ramming his toothbrush into his mouth. Angrily he ripped his clothes away from him, leaving on his boxers and his faded red t-shirt. Harry splashed his hands in the cool water a few times, rubbing some on his heated face, counting in his head. When the tightness in his chest had eased, he entered the bedroom. He had expected to see the man in bed, waiting. Severus was sitting on Harry's side of the bed, facing him. "Do you regret our position?" "Huh?" Was all he could manage. "You are a young man, it is normal in romantic relations that there be a certain amount of courting, usually involving dinners and strolls and the such." "Which text book did you read that from?" Harry lingered in the middle of the room. Should he join Severus on the bed? "You haven't answered the question." Severus' gaze was glittering.

Taking a breath Harry sat on the bed, near the headboard, allowing some reasonable distance between them. "I've never had anyone wine and dine me no, this is my first relationshipmy only relationship" he muttered. Harry ran both his hands through his hair. He turned so his back leant against the headboard. "I regret not being able to go out in public, and speaking about you to the people close to me. There is a part of me that wonders what it would be like to hold hands with someone on the way to class, or stealing kisses in the astronomy tower late at night" Harry stretched his legs out. There was a tense silence between them. "No I don't regret our 'position'," Harry smiled, "being with you, with Artemis, feels like it's meant to be. That's worth more than being courted." "I have never been seen in public with any of my previouspartners" Severus' face was concealed by black hair. "I find it strange to be possessed by the desire to wine and dine you if it were." Severus chuckled, a dry, pleasant sound. "I find it touching that you inform me of your plans in advance. I understand that in the beginning it must have seemed like I did not give a care as to how you spent your time." "You didn't." The admission didn't hurt Harry, he already knew. "Things have changed now, my feelings have changed." Severus turned, clad only in loose pajama trousers. Harry never paid close attention to what the man wore, and now it was all he could focus on. They were a dark slate grey, soft looking to the touch, low enough on the waist so hip bones were visible. Severus was topless as he usually slept, his skin alabaster, dusted with dark hair. Severus nudged Harry's outstretched legs, kneeling in between them. "You've changed me Harry Potter." Harry tilted his head back to look at the man, a question on his lips. It got lost in Severus' mouth. All he could focus on was his heart pounding as Severus' tongue met with his own. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck, pulling his body down to cover his. "That was not what I had in mind." Severus moved away, his thumbs teasing the waist band of Harry's boxers. The torches which lit up the room were burning, exposing Harry fully to Severus' hungry gaze. His mouth dried, body trembling with nerves. Severus pushed up his shirt up, gathering it at his neck, oblivious to or ignoring his shaking body. His tongue drew patterns around Harry's belly button, distracting him from nerves, but not enough to release his inhibitions. Gently he tapped Severus' head, near the temple. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus looked up from where he was lavishing his mate's stomach. The tap wasn't meant as a warning, Harry just wanted his attention. A furious blush raged across his face, green

eyes wide with discomfort. Severus drew himself up and after a few thoughtful moments, his waved his hand casually to extinguish all the lights but one in the far corner. Harry's body relaxed into the mattress as a gentle glow illuminated the room. Severus was satisfied. There was enough light to see Harry's alluring body, and now the room had a relaxed romantic feel. Severus remembered what it was the boy craved, and tonight he would finally fulfill that hidden desire. He claimed Harry's mouth once again, slowly this time, his tongue gentle, exploring. Harry's breath hitched at the unusual tenderness. Severus' hand cradled the back of his mate's head, massaging the scalp. When he broke away, Severus gently pulled away the boxers, freeing Harry's straining member. "Wha?" Harry's confusion was cut off as Severus dragged his tongue over the sensitive head. Harry's body arched as Severus took the member fully into his mouth. There was a tensing in the thighs as Harry fought his nerves, but an encouraging squeeze to the young man's behind, finally dissolved them. This was what Severus liked most about their coupling, Harry's total abandonment. His head was thrown back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut, glorious sounds of pleasure escaping from his lips. Hands tangled in his hair, pleading. Within seconds, Severus could feel Harry tense beneath him. As he stopped, eyes snapped open, confusion lurking. "Not yet," Severus murmured against the heated skin. A whispered wandless charm coated his fingers in slippery lubricant, aiding his gentle preparation of his mate. Harry writhed on the bed beneath him, body unused to such worship. Severus' mouth covered every part of his torso. When satisfied Harry was adequately prepared, Severus rid himself of his trousers. Harry pushed himself up, ready to turn himself over. "No," Severus held his hips down gently. "I want to see you." Holding his hips for a better angle, Severus gently eased himself into the warmth of Harry's body, carefully watching Harry's face for any signs of pain. When there were none, Severus moved slowly, angling his body so he could look at Harry's face. "Oh God," Harry whispered, hands digging into his shoulder blades. Severus ignored the pain, covering Harry's mouth with his own. The pace was slow, testing Severus' resolve, but looking into those green eyes, watching the emotions shining made Severus crumble. How he wanted to tell Harry of his feelings, just a few small words, not hidden in meaning, but truthfully.

Instead Severus shifted, still inside Harry, moving his young mate into a sitting position above his lap. Severus could keep their mouths close, their moans joining together in the air. His hands dug into Harry's hips, attempting to keep their coupling slow as Harry desired. Already Harry was straining against him, attempting to rock harder. Severus thrust to meet, burying his nose into Harry's slick neck. As Severus ran his thumb over Harry's member, he dissolved into spasms, screaming Severus' name, body tightening around him. Severus waited for Harry to come down from his high before thrusting into him once more, harder than he had been previously. It didn't take long for Severus to reach completion, his guttural cry swallowed by Harry's neck. Exhausted they remained locked together, Harry's cheek pressing against the top of his head. Severus wrapped his arms around Harry's back slowly, rewarded by the favor being returned. "You need to get up early," Harry whispered against his head. Severus was exhaustively sated, happy to fall into slumber exactly how he was. Reluctantly he escaped Harry's body, cleaning them with a Scourgify charm. Harry yawned as Severus laid them both in bed. He could feel his eyelids growing heavy as Harry burrowed close to his chest. His lips curled in a small smile, and he wrapped one arm around Harry, brining him closer. "Severus?" Was whispered into the space between them. He meant to answer, but he could feel sleep dragging him down. The bed shifted as Harry moved impossibly closer, forcing his head under Severus' chin. "I love you." Slumber released its hold. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Hermione chewed her cornflakes thoughtfully as she watched Ron interact with Lavender. He couldn't see her. Hermione appeared to be reading as everyone always perceived her to be. She couldn't explain the jealously she felt rationally, and she knew, as she had for a long time, that it was love she felt for Ron. Tapping the metal spoon against her lips, Hermione watched as Harry entered the Great Hall, unable to stop the slow smile that spread across her face. Hermione had always wondered why it was Ron she fell for, when it could have been Harry. He was sweet and thoughtful and unquestionably loyal. If she wanted to be arrogant, she could even say they were closer than her and Ron. His face split into a grin, green eyes bright beneath his glasses. Hermione knew that wasn't something she could bring out in him. Despite her earlier reservations about Severus', he was clearly good for her friend. Harry jostled her as he sat, loading his own plate with food.

She closed her book, pushing away her bowl. With so much uncertainty in these times she was glad Harry had found something that was privately his. Even if it was a werewolf. She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze drifting to the Ravenclaws. Michael's back faced her, and little pins of guilt pierced her as she watched him. It was completely ungryffindor of her to be doing this. Part of it was to make Ron jealous, and part of was she didn't want to act like a maiden, waiting for her knight to save her. Perhaps she should have asked Harry, but that wouldn't have had the desired affect Hermione sighed. Michael had responded eagerly when she asked shocking her more than she cared to admit. She never thought of herself like that. "Where's Artemis this morning?" Hermione dragged her thoughts to Harry. "Working, I didn't realize it was a Hogsmead weekend." Harry gulped down juice, his eyes flickering over to Ron, who was unsuccessfully trying to remove his hand from Lavender's. His eyes rolled. "It's getting old now," He murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. "I thought you said he was working?" Hermione nudged Harry as the menacing form of Severus swept into the hall. To his credit Harry didn't turn to look at the teacher's table, he sat a little straighter and carried on drinking from his goblet. "What's he doing?" Harry whispered. "Speaking to McGonagall, and trying not to look at you." Hermione giggled. It was true. Severus' eyes were darting around the hall, trying to avoid their table. Harry's cheeks were beginning to redden, and Hermione could feel her curiosity stir. "Want to go wait in the courtyard? I assume you're coming with us." Harry nodded and followed her, holding a piece of toast in his mouth. "Did something happen?" She asked as soon as they were alone. He removed the toast, looking at bright spring morning. "I love him Hermione." There it was, hanging between them. "I knew you would." Hermione hugged him, feeling his tense muscles under her arms. "Isn't that a good thing?" She moved back, keeping hold of him with his hands. The wind was messing up his raven hair, the coolness of it tingeing his skin pink. He looked adorably confused. What had Severus done? "I told him last night, when he was asleep." Harry pulled away, moving down the stairs, stamping his feet into the grass. "What's the matter Harry?" Hermione caught up with him. "Nothing, I'm justscared I guess." Even though the grounds were empty, Harry still chose a bench far away. "I don't even know how he feels about me. He does things which make me believe he has feelings, but then we argue and we're back to where we started." He shoved his hands into his jean pockets.

"Sometimes this all seems so surreal you know? He went to school with my parents Hermione, he worked for Voldemort, and he hated me for most of my school years, now here I am, declaring feelings for the man." Hermione tried not to, but she couldn't help the small laugh that escaped. Harry turned to face her and dissolved into his own laughter. "Well nothing is ever usual to you, is it now Harry?" Hermione leant against him. "No," Harry rested his head against hers. "But I'm happy now Hermione, happy enough that I can forget about everything that's going on, just for a minute." Silence stretched out between them. "I hope one day he might feel the same." "You already know Artemis' feelings." Hermione pulled her head away as students begun leaving the Hall. "I know, but it's his I want now." "Both man and beast huh?" Hermione stood, brushing down her clothes. "Harry, I don't think you have anything to worry about, don't rush him. Love takes time to grow. He must be fond of you by now." "Wellhe doesn't shout at me anymore." Harry smiled as he took her offered hand. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry walked in a haze after his friends. Dean and Seamus caught up, involved in a friendly argument about Qudditch teams. Luna and Ginny tagged onto Hermione's arms. Ginny excited about dresses, Luna in a similar state to how he was feeling. Telling Hermione what had happened seemed to make it real. The truth settled in his gut, painful to carry around. Thankfully Severus had been asleep. Surely it was way too early to talk about feelings? He shuddered, what a girl he was being. Everything seemed different today. The air crisp, the clouds fluffy, trees were bearing delicate blossomsHarry shook his head, girlish behavior. The group stopped ou tside a clothing store, Harry barely glanced at the name, its windows held formal robes, which was all he needed to know. "Oh Ron! I don't know why you're being so stubborn about this!" Lavender's voice carried on the wind. They heard the couple before they saw them. "Stubborn about what?" Seamus asked when they reached them. "He needs new robes and he won't let me buy them for him. Honestly Ron, those ones you wore last time were too small for you then, not to mention hideous!" She recoiled visibly. "I don't see why it's such a big deal that your girlfriend wants to buy you a present."

The tips of Ron's ears were turning pink, and the group of friends looked at their feet. "Sorry Lavender it's because of me." Harry stepped forwards coming to his friend's rescue. "I owe Ron money from last year, and we agreed that I would be buying him new robes for the ball to repay him. Ron was just trying to protect my secret." Harry chuckled and butted his shoulder. Lavender looked between the two of them. "Can't you just pay him the money backI mean I really wanted to buy you something," She whispered. Harry felt genuine sympathy for her. Yes Lavender was an air head, but she seemed to care for his friend. "Sorry Lavender, I did already square this with Harry, perhaps something next time?" Hermione's mouth dropped a little before she schooled her face. Even Harry felt his eyebrows rise. "Well alright then, if you've already agreed? Meet you at the pub later?" Lavender turned her body so her back was presented to Hermione. "Yeahif we have timeI mean who knows how long these guys will be." "You can come with us Lavender." It was Hermione who offered, ignoring the sharp gasp from Ginny. The blonde girl turned and stared at Hermione. She was smaller in height than their bushy haired friend, but she was still a Gryffindor alright. Her blue eyes shone with determination as she weighed up Hermione's offer. "Thank you, but Parvati and I already brought our dresses through owl order." She shook her head, the sun glinting of her curls. "Would you like help getting ready on the night?" Her gaze included Ginny and, surprisingly, Luna. "Oh yes I would like that. The girls in my dormthey're not very friendly." When Luna said things like that, in her dreamy voice, it was more upsetting than if she had said it in anger. "Then it's settled. Our common room around seven?" Lavender smiled at the Ravenclaw, stretched to give Ron a kiss on the cheek and left the group. "Well see you later." Ginny giggled, pulling her friends after her, only stopping to give Harry a mischievous wink. "So it's alright for Harry to date your sister, but all hell broke loose when I did." Dean questioned their pink faced friend. "I know Harry won't do anything, you on the other hand" Ron growled. "Oh come off it," Seamus laughed, punching Ron in the arm. "Oh bloody hell what's he doing here?" The Irish boy's face fell as he looked up the path. Harry could see the dark figure in the reflection of the shop window. He said he was working today.

Harry didn't turn, doing his best to remain nonchalant about the situation. "Who cares? Are we going to go in and actually buy robes?" Harry adjusted his glasses, gesturing towards the shop. Seamus and Dean entered with grumbles. Ron held back in the doorway. "What's the matter?" Harry waited. "Thanks for saving me, back there with Lavender I mean, but you don't have toyou know..." "Don't you think it's going to look weird if I've promised to buy you robes and you show up at the ball in that hideous brown thing. Sorry," He added at Ron's face. "I know it's inherited, but come on, your story will fall through, besides you really could do with a new set." Ron's face split into a huge smile. Harry really hadn't left him any choice. It was the only way he could get his friend to accept something from him. "Thanks," Ron whispered. "Anytime, we're family." Harry was just handing out the love today. As Ron went in, Harry could still see Severus loitering around the street. "Something I can help you with Professor?" He shouted sarcastically. "Mind your own business Potter," Severus snarled back, true to form. Harry laughed and left him in the street, wondering what it was he was shopping for. In the shop Dean and Seamus were already up on stools, measuring tapes hovering around their bodies as a witch wrote down their measurements. Ron was trailing a hand through all the different materials, his eyes lit in wonder. Harry felt a small spark of happiness of finally being able to use his money to help Ron. He had helped the twins to help the Weasley family, but it was Ron he wanted to help now. He left him to it, disturbing him might make him change his mind. "So Harry, Ginny Weasley, she's got a temper on her," Dean joked, casting a sly look at the older brother. Harry laughed and began browsing through some robes. He really had no idea about clothes. "Do you need help?" A young witch asked him. "As you've probably guessed I'm going to the same ball as this lot." Harry jerked his head at his friends. "My formal robes are too smalland I have no idea what looks good, or what I'm supposed to wear." "Muggle born?" It was asked kindly, not as a slur. "Something like that." He turned his head to smile at her. "Oh myHarry Potter" The witch composed herself again. "Sorry that wasn't professional, if you pop up on a stool over there beside your friends I'll take your sizes. Then I'll show you robes that might suit you, is that ok?"

"Sounds great"Harry lowered his voice. "My friend over there needs robes too, but if I know him he'll try to avoid getting some to save some money. Do you think you could?" "Discreetly help? Of course." The witch gestured to another assistant. Harry got up on the stool. He couldn't help a quick sneak look out of the window. Severus had gone. "I don't know why Ron's ok you dating her and not me." Dean sulked, folding his arms. "He's the best mate. It must come with some privileges." Seamus scoffed. "We're not dating, it's just the ball." "It's just the ball now, and then next thing you know we're all here for robes for your wedding." Seamus snickered. "Who's getting married?" Ron asked. "Harry." Dean and Seamus spoke together. "Oh I see, to Ginny I presume?" Ron laughed, and Harry felt his face flush. Harry lifted his arms as the tape measure flicked him. Despite being the cause of the joke, Harry felt warm and relaxed. This was precisely what he wanted the ball to achieve. He tuned out the joking voices of his friends. He hoped that maybe one day they would be all here together, picking out a different set of robes. He hoped by then, he'd be able to tell his friends about his mate. "Aww see he's blushing!" Dean crowed with laughter. Maybe one day. TBC

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The Curse of Artemis

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The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 - Reviews: 849 - Favs: 851 - Follows: 1,257 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023
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"His alias is Apollo." Hermione addressed the DA. Harry strutted around, stopping to sniff playfully at Ginny's shoes. Harry sat back and barked, before transforming back. "What I've shown you needs to stay secret. I don't think I need to explain what would happen to me if this information became public." "The Ministry would have your hide for sure," Seamus whispered. "I was thinking more along the lines of dying." Harry turned his head to face his former dorm mate. "I can teach you how to become an Animagus next, or we can work on the Homorphus spell." He turned to look at 'his' students. "It's an AntiAnimagus spell," Harry answered, as Dean raised his hand hesitantly. Cho giggled under her breath. Flitwick was teaching Harry the Confundus charm, something he doubted he would be able to pass on to the DA anytime soon. His lips twitched at a memory. "Even Severus Snape, an excellent duellist, has to concentrate on this charm. Don't despair young Harry." His mate had been strangely absent since Hogsmead. Harry didn't want to bother him by searching him out. He knew the man stocked Pomfey's healing supplies, and his scar hadn't warned him so he wasn't out under orders. "I've learned about healing herbs with Sprout, so that might be a useful topic to cover if you're ever stuck in the wild." Harry's gaze fell on Hermione and Ron, who both gave him a subtle nod.

They're prepared to follow me wherever I go, Harry thought warmly. A lump caught in his throat. I'll take Hermione aside and teach her all I know. The DA members spoke among themselves, deciding what they wanted to learn. Harry wanted them to spend all their spare time learning to fight and defend, but what he deemed important wasn't necessarily so. An Animagus form might be useful for escape, but they would have to fightone day. Hermione and Ron stood apart from the other members, speaking quietly to themselves, confident of the group's decision. He didn't worry about Hermione's capability of defending herself, but Ron was a concern. How could he subtly take his friend aside? Would Severus teach him as well? An image of Ron being blown to smithereens by Severus made Harry chuckle. Those two would never get on, which brought Harry back to his earlier thought. Was Severus going to come with them? Harry knew that this was probably his last few months at Hogwarts. He knew that something was happening out there. Shared dreams that showed him glimpses, Dumbledore's insistence that he learn all he could, the professors agreeing to teach himit all pointed to something big. Severus had agreed to help Harry, but could the four of them manage it? Severus would never agree to work with his friends. The man might be convinced to work with Hermione, they had a common love of knowledge. "Harry? We'd like to work on combat skills if you please," Luna answered. He exhaled deeply. "I'm glad." HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus turned down the flame, watching the potion cool into a simmer. In this stage it didn't need watching so he sat back on his chair, neck stretched back over the head rest. He was tired. Bone melting, eyeball drying tired. He'd been making potions for the infirmary since he returned from Hogsmead, having putting it off to go watch Harry. He knew all this work was waiting, knew it was imperative the Mediwitch had her supplies against the ailments of the student population, yet he had blown it all off to follow his mate into Hogsmead, for no other reason than the insane desire to keep him safe. I thought by hearing of Harry's feelings, that perhaps I might feel

more secure. Severus brought up his stained fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. If possible, I feel more protective. He hadn't slept the night Harry confessed, instead watching him sleep, battling with his demons. Their relationship was wrought with misunderstandings, neither really understanding what the other wanted, or even how to be in a relationship. Severus for all his experience sexually, had never held someone while they slept, never worried when they were out of his sight. Harry, one the other hand, had never been with anyone either, but within months he had attacked the mental walls Severus had placed with seemingly effortless ease. Severus had always known he would give up his life in a moment for Harry Potter. He was destined to save the world from a mistake he had made. Despite his earlier dislike of the young man, Severus knew he would protect Lily Evan's son, the hope for humanity. Then, when infected, it became a biological instinct as natural as breathing. Now Now Severus would die so Harry could live. Not to save the world, not because of the blood he shared, or because a werewolf chose him, but so Harry could have a life. Severus brought his head forward opening his eyes. It didn't really make sense to him. Turning off the flame, he decided to bottle the potion in the morning before class. The corridors were empty as he walked to their quarters. Tonight Harry was teaching the rabble of students. Who knew when he would retire? His footsteps faltered, toying with the idea of waiting outside the room of requirement. No, this was something Harry had to do. His Gryffindor heart needed to make sure his friends were safe. Truth be told, Severus was impressed by the young man's use of magic and quick thinking. While he was not up to the standards taught to the Death Eaters, Severus couldn't ignore the fact that Harry had been accosted by them several times and lived. There was more to it than luck. Luck didn't pull you out of a battle with the Dark Lord, in whatever form he chose to take. If he wanted you dead then you were. "You seem awfully thoughtful." Severus spun, glowering at the sight of Harry's head floating in the air. "Do you understand discretion Mr Potter?" "Apparently not." The head disappeared. "What are you thinking about?" A whisper came close to his ear.

"About our earlier duel. I am attempting to think of a way to better prepare you." They rounded the corner, Harry's footsteps matching his own. "How will you do that then?" Severus pushed open the door to their quarters. "You are the stronger of us in magic, as you already mentioned, but you cannot always unlock it unless you are under times of stress. That will hinder you in a duel. It is my intention that you learn to draw on my magic to help unlock your restraints." Severus unbuttoned his robe, leaving it on the sofa. "You need to be taught about healing. Your knowledge of spells will also be added to. I need to think of an exercise that will help you to unlock your magic." Severus turned and looked at Harry thoughtfully. His breath caught. This was the first time they had spoken since that revealing night, and Severus found himself, for the first time in his life, tongue tied. "Well I look forward to it, 'Sir'". Harry gave no indication of anything being wrong, leaving Severus standing there. His young mate remained waiting for something, shifting his weight from one foot to another. What am I to do? Severus panicked, cotton wool blossoming in his mouth. "Mate loves you; he is waiting for a token." Artemis offered, showing Severus the mental picture of the piece of flint the beast had acquired for him. "This time a nice juicy rabbit." "Are you alright?" Harry was beside him in an instant, forefinger on his cheek. "Are you being summoned?" Severus pressed his palm against Harry's hand. "No, I am merely communicating with Artemis." "You can do that?" Harry rose on his tiptoes, their noses touching. "Hello? Artemis?" He moved Harry away with hands to his shoulders. "Artemis is always keeping an eye on you. There is no reason to talk through my eyes." "Does he sleep when you're asleep? He can't hear me then can he?" Severus knew what information Harry sought. "No Harry, his mind is dormant when I slumber."

Harry bit his lip turning away. "Ohalright then." He adjusted his glasses, and shifted the invisibility cloak in his hands. Without adding anything more, Harry turned and left the room. Severus heard the slamming of a trunk, and flew to the bedroom. "Severus?" Harry was sitting on the carpet, hands still on the lid of his trunk. The cloak was gone. The rational explanation being Harry had just been putting it away. "I'm fine, get to bed." Eyes widened at the brusqueness in his voice, but Harry didn't question it, moving past him to the wardrobe. Nothing was said out loud. In the silence Severus could almost hear Harry's mind screaming the words, you heard didn't you? He couldn't tackle that, not yet. "I apologise Harry, I've been rather busy as of late." Shoulders sunk in relief, or possibly disappointment. As Harry turned, his smile was widerelief, but at what? Severus questioned. "No problem, I thought I'd upset you in some way." Harry pulled his clothes off, picking them off the floor with exaggerated care at Severus' huff. "You left your robe on the chair." "That is not the floor." Harry shook his head, ruffling his messy hair. "Before I forget, I'll probably stay at Gryffindor tower on Saturday." Give him a chance to explain. Severus' hands screwed into fists. "My friends asked if I could go there before the ball. The guys are getting ready together, a pre-party kind of thing. I thought it'd be difficult trying to sneak down here with everyone in a festive spirit." Harry caught the hem of his red t-shirt. Severus' hands relaxed. He moved forward, closing the gap between them. "I see you're using you initiative Mr Potter. Pity, I was looking forward to ripping those robes from your body." "You haven't even seen them yet, they could be hideous." Harry tilted his head to look up, hands resting flat on his chest. They felt cool. "If they are in the usual style of your casual clothes I dare say they are." Severus closed his eyes, accepting Harry's soft kiss. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP

The Gryffindor common room was filled with laughter and as the students dashed around getting ready for the ball. Many of the male students were dressed ages ago now they were waiting around the fire, complaining about how long it took girls to get ready. Harry drunk from his beaker. It was juice with whatever Irish whisky Seamus had laced it with. His stomach felt warm, his skin flushed from the warmth of the fire, mouth aching from all the smiling and laughing. It was easy to forget himself. Here he didn't need to be the Boy-Who- Lived. Voldemort was a distant memory. "You did a good job there Harry." Dean tilted his glass to where Ron stood, arguing with Colin Creevy. His friend's hair was slicked back tastefully with some hair product the other guys insisted he also use. Gone were the ratty maroon robes with rouge frilling, in its place were black form fitting robes with a crisp white shirt, complete with black buttons and bow tie. Harry had even talked the boy into a black waist coat with silver threading, reminding him of delicate cobwebs. "He deserves it." Harry brought his beaker to hit the side of Dean's. There were bright flashes of colour as the girls came down. Lavender was the first he recognized, wearing a pale pink dress, the colour of blushing roses. Her blonde hair gleamed, curls falling into her enormous blue eyes. Dean whistled appreciatively. Ron's gaze was not on his girlfriend, nor his sister. Hermione. Immediately the room fell silent, save one or two disbelieving whispers. Her gown stopped at her knees, showing off long, defined legs and delicate feet encased in ruby heels. The skirt flared out, the bodice close to her body as a second skin, clinched at her waist. It was the colour that drew everyone's attention. A deep, blood red. It glimmered under the lights, revealing its silky touch. Her hair was poker straight, and while Harry usually thought of Hermione's hair as brown, he could see there was a multitude of shades within, her natural highlights. Ron's jaw was slack. Harry moved across the room to clasp Hermione's hands. He had never questioned his feelings for Artemis and Severus, but looking at Hermioneperhaps sexual attraction was not as black and white as originally thought.

"What is everyone staring at?" Her eyes glittered with make up, the blemishes from her skin hidden by a skilled artist. "Me I think?" Luna chirped, twirling in her exotic orange dress. The tension left the room as people laughed. "You look astounding Hermione." Harry bent his head to whisper in her ear, smiling as her neck flushed. "Ginny talked me into buying this. Red isn't a colour I'd usually wear or something this fitted, or short," Hermione fretted, plucking at the fabric. "I'm glad I did." Harry smiled warmly at Ginny, his eyes taking in her ivy green dress, her glowing auburn hair. "You look wonderful too Ginny. Green is a beautiful colour on you." "You know I half expected you to be wearing the same." Ginny boldly took the beaker from his hand, taking a big gulp. "Just because my eyes are green doesn't necessarily mean I'll look good in it. Careful now." Harry snatched it back. "Oh don't be a spoil sport, this is meant to be fun remember." "I'll remind you of that when you fish my body out from the lake. You know how Ron can get." Harry glanced over to where Ron was speaking quietly to Lavender, his girlfriend's face becoming red. "I'm all grown up now Harry." There was a purr in her voice. Harry looked at her in a new light, not entirely comfortable about accompanying her to the dance. You're reading into things that aren't there. We both agreed that this was as friends. Mentally shaking his head, he offered his arm with a smile. There was an uncomfortable cough from Hermione. "Shall we go down to the Great Hall?" His friend asked, sparing a quick look for the other member of their trio. "Sure," Ginny wound her arm around Harry's, "lead the way." HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Hate wasn't a strong enough word. Abhor. That was better. Severus abhorred these so call parties. Wearing his usual robes much to the disgust of his fellow staff members, Severus surreptitiously positioned himself so the entrance to the Great Hall was within eye line.

The hall lookedfestive. In honour of the season of spring, Sprout had transformed the room into a sickening pixie grove. Along the usual stone walls were creeping vines, bearing hidden firefly lights. Bright bursts of white and yellow nestled between the leaves, an interesting display of flora. There were several small round tables, pushed against the walls instead of the usual grand house ones. Periwinkle blossoms were strewn about the surfaces, only leaving space for votive candle holders on the pristine white table cloths. Even the ceiling had been persuaded to join in, a glowing spring night of amethyst melting into sapphire. Firenze strode past, hoofs gently clacking across the floor as he observed the surroundings. "It remind me a little of home," The centaur mused wistfully. Severus didn't respond, coolly ignoring the horse creature as it moved to stand with him. "You seem troubled." The creature's head turned to look at him, brilliant blue eyes unnerving him. "This seems frivolous given the circumstances." Severus spoke from the side of his mouth, unsure why he was being spoken to. "The young deserve some happiness." His ebony tail flicked, brushing Severus' arm. Their heads turned as more students filtered in.

I know what you are. Firenze's voice thundered in his head. Severus subtly tilted his head to face him, but the centaur wasn't even glancing at him. You are a creature of the night, just like I am. How long have you known? Severus turned his attention back to the Hall, the
music making his lips to curl Already females gathered like coloured peacocks.

Since you first stepped into the forest. I may reside in the castle but I know everything that happens in the forest I was birthed. It is because you are a wolf of the moon that we can communicate like this, but even soyour presence is unusual. I was not created by infection. I am Artemis. It was the wolf that
answered, curiosity piqued.

Your name is peculiar. Why did you name yourself after the hunter Goddess? My mate named me. The words were laced with a growl. Why do you speak to me now? Severus also wanted to know.

I meant no offence, I wish you blessings from the Goddess you are named after. I have heard of strange tales in the forest. Of a wolf pack loyal to none taking a new leader. They are stirring up rumours.
Artemis snarled. The snake man's pack.

No, that is another tale. This pack is new and small in numbers but strong. They are seeking information about one named Apollo.
Severus swore under his breath. How had Lupin found out about Harry's blasted name? That is my mate. Their conjoined voices answered. Finally the centaur turned to look at him. "I know which is why I warn you. However there are more evil tidings. The others, Greyback and his pack are straying closer and closer to Hogwarts." Severus appreciated the horse creature addressing him, but his attention was elsewhere. Already he had seen the gaggle of Gryffindor's. Granger was drawing many stares of the male variety, as was the female Weasley. When Harry entered, his heart caught in his throat painfully. He was dressed in black formal robes, as most of the male students wore. Yet, Harry managed to hold them differently. His hair no longer held its scruffy appearance, someone had tamed into a mature style. His face was devoid of glasses, leaving his vibrant green eyes to shine unmarred in his face. Severus felt an irrational stab of jealously. It was in the privacy of their bedroom that Harry was allowed to show such exquisiteness. He wanted to hide this aspect away from others. As Harry turned, bending his head, allowing his date to whisper in his ear, Severus saw the cobalt waist coat, matching Weasley's black one perfectly with its silver webbing.

You love him a great deal.

Severus nodded once, swiftly.

I had not thought you had the capacity for love. Humans are such complex creatures. I met your mate in his youth. He has great courage and morals that many of your kind do not possess. You are lucky that he does not shun creatures like other wizards do. With that
as the parting thought, Firenze moved away, pelt shining under the dim light.

It had been a long, arduous process getting here, but Severus was finally able to admit it, and he didn't care who knew. Severus watched as his mate twirled his date around in a flash of green, her creamy hand resting on his shoulder. Her smouldering hair cascaded down her back. She looked every bit of a pagan Goddess of spring. Harry grin was wide as they danced, yet Severus noticed his eyes kept drifting over to Granger. As old as he was, Severus admitted the Muggle born was looking dazzling tonight. Why does he watch her so? A sense of chivalry? Severus knew that Weasley and Granger harboured some sort of attraction to one another. Secretly, and this thought had been shared by some of the other staff, Severus thought that Granger and Harry would have been a better match. Granger had always been the mothering hen out of the trio, and perhaps this was where her feelings for Weasley seemed to stem. Harry was capable of living by himself, but Weasley was constantly under a family shadow. It might have been a case of opposites attracting, just like himself and Harry. Just because Harry had been mated to him didn't necessarily mean he was gay. The young man really hadn't been given much of a choice in the matter, who knows where Harry and Granger's relationship might have ended up? Jealously chewed at him, not because of Granger's feminine wiles but because she shared a more intimate relationship with his mate. Severus leant against a wall as he thought about this. A relationship couldn't be based on sexual relations alone. Although Severus had no complaints on that side of their relationship, he could see now that intimacy was what they were missing. That was the key to a relationship. That would be forged with the passing of time. He watched Harry move through the crowds. It was something he would look forward to. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Come on Harry just one more dance?" Ginny pleaded, tugging his arm. Harry laughed and tucked her hand into his elbow. "I'm sure there are many guys out there that want to dance. However, I'm exhausted and need a break." He leant down to peck her cheek. "Besides, I promised Hermione a dance, and now Michael is free." Ginny pouted prettily, before her face brightened. "Alright, stay there though so I don't lose you."

Harry saluted and sat, taking the offered drink from Ron. "Having fun?" He asked the red head. "Who knew Hermione could look like that?" Ron whispered. "She's not like other girls. Her skirt is always uniform length; her casual clothes are always jeans and a sweatshirt or shirt. Who knew she was hiding that?" Harry could feel himself frown. "There's much more to Hermione than her body you know" "Which I'm sure my boyfriend will be more than happy to tell you about!" Lavender's voice screeched behind them. She glared at the two of them, eyes filling with tears, before spinning on her heel, dress ruffling at Ron's face, and stormed off. "Aren't you going to follow her?" Harry whispered. "Nah, she'll calm down." Harry snorted into his drink in disbelief, deciding to ignore Ron's tactfulness. He'd enjoyed his night, dancing with his friends, mixing with the other houses. He was glad to see his plan was having its desired effect. "Do you thinkHermione would ever like me like that?" Ron glanced down at his new robes. "You do wind her up a lot." Harry was honest. "I think that at the end of the day Ron, you're the only one who challenges her. I think that counts for a lot. You've been friends for years, and she's never once lost her temper with me the way she does you." Ron's leant back in his chair. "You're always the hero though." "Feel free to swap anytime." Harry shook his head turning it away. More than once he had sensed eyes on him, burning into his back. He had done his best to focus on the night, just being Harry, but now, sitting alone, he allowed his eyes to wander, seeking out his dark robed mate. It wasn't black eyes that met his, but grey. Draco Malfoy was staring at him with brazen hatred. "What's ferret's problem this time?" Ron whispered.

Harry opened his mouth to answer, shutting it again when Severus' hand came down on the Slytherin's shoulder. Malfoy turned away; face screwing as he was reprimanded by his Head of House before being led away. "What was that all about?" Ron craned his neck, attempting to see where Malfoy was being taken. "I have no idea." There was silence between them for a few moments. "Well I'm going to find out." Ron pushed his chair away forcefully, the lights on the table flickering violently, and dashed into the crowd. "Wait Ron!" Since when his friend ever taken charge like that? "Harry? What's happening?" He recognized Hermione's scent, before he saw her. "Ron's playing spy, and I don't know where he went." They pushed through the crowd together, Hermione's hand sweaty in his. "He's following Artemis, who's doing his job and doesn't need Ron eavesdropping." "Right" Instantly understanding, Hermione stared at the door leading away from the Hall into the corridors. There was another, further up that led towards the Room of Requirement. "Shall we split up?" Harry nodded, leaving Hermione the corridors as he snuck around the edge of the Great Hall. He was able to slip away without any hassle, the cool air of the empty castle sharp on his face. "Now where have you gone?" Harry growled, sending all his senses out to find Severus. The man was hiding himself well. "Damn it." Preparing his body for transformation, his heart stopped when he heard shuffling. Creeping down the corridor, approaching the Room of Requirement, he heard muffled wailing. "Professor Trelawney?" The professor was sprawled on the floor outside the room of requirement, large dragonfly eyes staring at the ceiling. Harry berated himself. He wore glasses himself, it wasn't fair to compare Trelawney's bottle shaped glasses to dragonfly eyes. She didn't move. Seized by panic, Harry rushed forward, robes swishing as he moved, halted by the strong reek of whisky. "Are you alright?"

"Alright?" She moaned, gazing up at the ceiling. "As if it weren't enough that I have to share my students with thatthingnow I can't get into the Come and Go Room." Harry bent to help her up, glancing at the door with narrowed eyes. That explained where the pair of Slytherin's had gone. "Professor? Can I get you anything?" "I need to see Dumbledore! I won't stand for thishorse teaching my classes any longer! Did you know that my ancestor was Cassandra Trelawney?" "You might have mentioned that before yes." Harry tried not to breathe deeply as the fumes of whisky assaulted him. "Oh Harry, it's such a shame I don't teach you anymore. Even though you don't have the makings of a seer you were so interesting to examine. The fates cling to you my boy." "Ermthank you. I have to concentrate on lessons that are going to help me fight You-Know-Who, and I didn't have any room left on my timetable I'm afraid." "Of course, I understand." She threaded her arm through his, her multitude of beads clacking against him as they walked. Her bony hand grasped his forearm. "You know when I first met Dumbledore he only met me because of my great grandmother. I was desperate for the job at Hogwarts. It was only after he kindly told me no that I was able to unlock my true potential, sharing the great prophecy." Harry smiled, eyes darting around the corridors, praying no one would stumble upon them. He knew that Trelawney had been the one to predict these events. Now as he glanced down at the drunken woman, he couldn't help but shake his head. Deep in her heart she was a fraud, but Harry did feel sorry for her. After what happened with Umbridge last year, Harry had found compassion for the Divination teacher. "How I wished it hadn't been you that my sight saw. Such a young child, still a baby, burdened with the task of saving the world, and now the grim haunts every step." Hopefully Artemis is big enough to scare that away. Harry's lips twitched at his own joke. "But your poor parents." Her hand went to her brow. His stomach hardened into a knot. Every time they were mentioned it was as if the pain was fresh again for a few seconds. "How was I to know that someone was eavesdropping at the door when I revealed such a secret?"

His feet stopped, holding the woman in place. Someone else knew about it? He had never understood how Voldemort had found out about its existence. A Death Eater loyalist must have heard them, Malfoy Senior perhaps? "Poor Severus he was so misguided" Something punched him in the stomach. Crippled in pain, Harry bent at the waist, pressure crushing his chest. "Severus?" He croaked out, "Severus told him?" His eyes were swimming, Trelawney's voice echoing within his head. All the blood, all the energy in his body left, leaving him collapsed against the wall. "No, no, no" Harry groaned pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes. Stumbling he left the woman behind, desperate to get to Dumbledore. He had to know. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Albus looked at his withered hand and sighed, turning his wrist. "I was a fool to use the ring," He told the phoenix sadly. "At least Severus was able to trap the curse." Fawkes chirped, nuzzling his arm with his curved beak. "Soon I will be gone from this world, and I hope I have given Harry enough tools to save us." He ran a forefinger down the crimson feathered back, feeling guilty once again about what he was leaving behind. He should have been at the ball, watching his student's happiness. He had left it to Minerva to oversee. Watching children that would be part of a war in a few months was too much for his old heart to bear. Urgent rapping at the door made Fawkes ruffle his wings. A black beady eye turned to look. "Who do you suppose that is?" Albus waved his hand to allow admittance. Harry burst through, chest heaving, face anguished. "Harry? My boy what is the matter?" Albus was out of his chair instantly, guiding Harry to the adjacent chair beside his desk. "No!" Harry shrugged his hands away. Albus backed away, feeling angry crackles of magic. "Tell me the truth. For once in your life tell me the truth. Did Severus tell Voldemort about the prophecy? Is he the reason they're dead? Is he the reason I'm the chosen one? ANSWER ME!"

Albus felt his heart squeeze for the young man, his breath escaping his lungs in a rapid exhale. He was torn in two. While he had thought it was a good idea for Severus and Harry to be mated, recent events had changed his mind. Somewhere, deep in his soul he had wanted the young men to be happy, if only for a short while. He hadn't counted on the depths of feelings, of Severus' willingness to follow Harry into the unknown. But it was not for love that he had bound them. The feelings they shared would have helped them face the world together. Now they were acting as a hindrance. Severus needed to stay at Hogwarts, Harry needed to leave. "I'm afraid the answer is yes Harry. It is because of Severus that your parents were murdered, it is because of him that you face this fate." Fawkes chirped disapprovingly. It is Tom Riddle that is responsible for all of this. Severus only passed on the message. The truth burnt on his tongue, his eyes watered as Harry looked at him pleadingly before crumpling to the floor. Never had the Headmaster seen the boy cry. What am I doing? Albus finally questioned himself. Surely I can find a way for the two to carry out my plan together? His hand felt heavy against his side, Draco's grey misguided eyes flashed to mind. I can still save one child's humanity. With Severus staying, I can save many students. Albus kneeled, placing a gnarled, wrinkled hand on the shaking boy's shoulder. "Harry?" "What am I supposed to do?" The anger had drained from him, his red rimmed eyes looking at him in desperation. "How can I forgive him for something like this? Surely it's a mistake, he couldn't have known what would happen?" "Then why has he not informed you of the circumstances surrounding their death. If he truly felt for you Harry, why hasn't his honour forced him to be honest?" Albus could hear the jumbled thoughts in Harry's brain, wild phrases he had shared with the man. Then Albus saw it. His chance. Harry had admitted his feelings, and while he thought the older man cared for him, there was a lingering doubt, hidden deep in his heart.

"Has he ever told you he has feelings for you?" Albus rubbed salt on the wound, hardening himself against the broken hearted stare. I must be strong, for the sake of humanity. "Harry, I can terminate the bond if you wish." TBC Please Review! Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM

The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 - Reviews: 854 - Favs: 866 - Follows: 1,258 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023
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Chapter 28 Hi everyone, thank you for all the amazing reviews, please keep them up! As you can probably guess, my studying has finished, and everything in my life is calm, so I can finally update more (Even quicker with a few helpful, encouraging words!) HPHPHPHPHPHP Severus was concerned about Draco's state of mind. The boy looked haggard with purplish bruises under his eyes. For a mere moment Severus felt his heart go out to him. He knew what it was like to bear a burden, to be forced into situations where loyalty had to be tested.

All Death Eaters knew that it was an impossible task that befell the Malfoy heir, and many looked on with satisfaction as the Malfoy family sank. Even Severus felt smug satisfaction. "The Dark Lord told you to leave Potter alone!" He hissed, glaring at the boy as he bundled him into the Room of Requirement. He no interest in the various objects Draco had hidden in here to implement his plan, his ideas were trivial. Draco Malfoy was unable to kill anyone, let alone an imposing figurehead like Albus. "I wasn't doing anything." Draco shook his arm free, panting at the effort. "You are antagonizing him, goading him into seeking you out. What if he or his rag-tag friends discover your mission? Dumbledore will hand you straight over to the Dark Lord, who will not hesitate in killing you, or your mother." At the word 'mother' Draco visibly shrunk. "Alright I understand. It's justthey aggravate me. Potter doesn't deserve to live! Not after everything he's done to my family!" Draco turned and kicked a wooden crate. His hands clawed, raking through blonde hair. "There is more to life than family Draco." It was a whisper, a tiny seed of doubt. "Not to a Malfoy." Do you really think that your father would spare you? You'd be sacrificed in a heart beat if Lucius could rise even further in Voldemort's eyes. Severus' internal words were bitter. "Something is wrong." Artemis growled. "Draco is deluded." Severus agreed. As he answered, he felt it. A strain on his magic. "Mate is angry." "With what?" Severus tried to follow the strand that tied him to Harry. There was fury, despair and melancholy. "With you." Artemis whined softly. As the wolf said it, Severus received the equivalent of a mental slap, forcing his mind back within his own body. Harry was out of reach. An agonized howl vibrated through his head. "The old one! He seeks to destroy our bond." Severus' blood turned molten, his chest painfully tight. Ignoring Draco's concerns he left the room, barging past Weasley and Granger, bolting up the stairs.

In the corridors he slowed, despite Artemis' insistence that he run. He still had an reputation to maintain, and despite his feelings of horror that he might be losing Harry this very second, he could not break his image. Within the safety of the headmaster's stairs his faade broke, and he sprinted, deep husky breaths tearing from his lungs as he climbed the multitude of stairs. Don't let me be too late. Whatever Albus is telling you Harry ignore it. Not bothering with manners, Severus' magic blew the office door clear off its hinges, seeking out Albus. Albus was calm in his seat; hands laced together, eyes cold. "What did you do to him?" Severus; voice was pure malice. "Harry came to me of his own free will. It seems he cannot bear being bonded with you anymore." Severus took a physical step back, as if shot in the chest. "Do not weaken!" Artemis snarled. "Our relationship was fine as of this morning, what have you done!" His hand flipped the desk over easily, leaving Albus exposed. "That is of no concern Severus. You need to mourn the ending of the relationship, I'll understand if you need a reprieve from teaching." In a howl of rage, Severus attacked the man's mental shields. He would take the information by force if necessary. Albus met his magic easily, hiding the information behind elaborate defences. Severus' magic barely scraped the surface, his fury the only thing helping him get as far as he did. In desperation he reached out for the golden thread that was Harry, but the magic was sealed off, almost as if the bond had been terminated. Severus was bereft from his presence. "NO!" Artemis shrieked, the wolf's frenzy giving Severus the push needed to break down the walls. Severus found himself in the office. Albus was sitting at his desk, lamenting, when Harry barged in. Harry was distraught, magic filling the room. Severus remembered Albus mentioning he warded his office with charms that nullified Harry's unique signature magic, to save his office from being destroyed. "Tell me the truth. For once in your life tell me the truth. Did Severus tell Voldemort about the prophecy? Is he the reason they're dead? Is he the reason I'm the chosen one? ANSWER ME!" Severus took a step back from the memory. "No." He whispered, shaking his head to rid the words. His arms trembled as his hands came up to his face, fingers pulling at his skin. "Oh Merlin no" "I'm afraid the answer is yes Harry. It is because of Severus that your parents were murdered, it is because of him that you face this fate."

"Stop it!" Severus screamed. He needed out from this nightmare. Harry crumpled to the floor, tears dropping silently. "Harry, Harry" Severus sprang forward, crashing to his knees beside his weeping mate. "I'm sorry." His hands passed through the phantom Harry. "I didn't know" Severus looked at his palms, ears ringing with that damn prophecy. "I DIDN'T KNOW!" He screamed at the ceiling. The memory vanished. "So you see Severus, I really did nothing at all." "You lied to him. You manipulated the facts," Severus whispered, arms limp at his side. "It was because of you that James and Lily Potter were murdered that night. It was because of you that the Potters were targeted instead of the Longbottoms. You are the reason Harry will die at the hands of Tom." In his despair he hardly noticed Artemis' presence in his mind. His hands twitched of their own accord. "Now Harry has agreed to terminate the bond. He is too tired today, so he has agreed to come first thing in the morning" Severus felt his body straighten. "In the meantime you are to treat him as any other student. If I hear of any mistreatment towards your former mate, then you will find the repercussions" His fist collided with the man's jaw. "You speak false." Severus' voice was distorted with the wolf's tone. "Severus?" Albus' eyes were wide as he sat sprawled on the floor. "I am Artemis. The bond is strong. Mate will not leave. You will stay away." Severus' lips drew back from his teeth in a human snarl. The wolf retreated giving the body back to Severus, who watched as the skin on the headmaster's face reddened from the impact. "You interfere again and I'll let Artemis have his way. I've given up many things for you Albus, but this isn't going to be one of them." "Your relationship is damaged beyond repair." Albus stood, rubbing the back of his hand against his cheek. Severus' felt his jaw clench with the truth. "What I did was wrong. I can only hope that Harry will forgive me." He reached in his robe pocket for a healing salve. "You are lucky that I always keep one on me." He tossed at Albus' feet. "I believe in respect for our elders so normally I would apologise for my rash behaviour. You, however, deserve no such thing."

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry packed the last of his things in the trunk, hurriedly shrinking it. He wanted to be gone from here before Severus came home. The man wasn't expecting him back tonight so his absence might be unnoticed for a while. It was cowardly, sneaking away in the dead of night like this, Severus deserved an explanation? Or did he? Every time he thought about how Severus might take this, a cold harsh voice trampled the thought down. It was Severus that had cased all this, giving Harry the life he had. Wasn't it? The thoughts persisted in rattling around in his head, and no amount of rubbing his temples alleviated the pain. "I can't stay here," he whispered to the rooms. He wanted Severus to storm in, to stop him. He wanted to fall into the older man's arms and hear reassurance. Was he dishonouring his parents by being with the man who caused their death? Harry shuddered. Unwilling to dwell on the thought any longer, he turned to give the quarters a final last glance. When he approached Gryffindor tower he noticed something was wrong. There was a large crowd gathered at the foot of the fat lady, people were exchanging worried glances. "Harry! There you are!" Ginny burst from the crowd, eyes red, and dove into his arms. "What's the matter?" Harry tried to peel the girl away. "It's Ron! He got into a fight with Malfoy. Hermione asked us to try to find you, but we couldn't. They're in the hospital wing." Harry grabbed Ginny's elbow, steering her back towards the stairs. "What happened?" "I don't know, I wasn't there." Ginny sobbed, struggling to keep up with Harry's longer strides. When they reached the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey took one look at them, opened her mouth to protest, then seeing Ginny's tear streaked face shut it again. "Five minutes Mr Potter." Harry nodded his thanks, ignored the soft smile he received, and pushed past Lavender. "Ron?" The red head was in bed, bandages bloody from lacerations. "It's better than it looks." Hermione stood from where she was sitting on the bed, lacing her fingers with Harry's. "The wounds are healed, he's just unconscious." "What happened?" Harry touched Ron's foot in what he hoped was comfort. "Malfoy goaded him as usual. Harryit looked like Malfoy was looking for a fight. He's usually all bluster and wordshe seemed different, almost possessed. Ron did well, but he was caught of guard and"

"Oh Ron." Lavender dissolved into tears, sitting beside him on the bed. Ron's head turned towards the noise; face twitching as he came back into awareness. "Hermione?" He croaked, seeking her out even though his eyes were closed. Lavender looked startled for a moment, her dress ruffling, before looking at Hermione. There was tense moment, before Lavender bowed her head in defeat, moving so Hermione could sit. Hermione took up position, easily releasing Harry's hand to go to Ron. No one save Harry noticed the blonde girl slip away. Harry watched her go, wanting to offer comfort to his classmate. "Harry?" Ron's eyes were open, glazed, but watching him. "Snape is up to something with Malfoy. He barged past me, just before Malfoy attacked. I think they're up to something" his voice broke and he coughed. Hermione was instantly there with water. Harry glanced at Ginny, unsure what to do. "Helooked upset about something mate." Severus knows. "Why do you care about Snape Ron? Malfoy could have really hurt you!" Ginny's face flushed, arms folded against her chest. "Harry?" gentle hands clutched his forearms, "it's alright my brother is healing," Ginny soothed. "Harry?" It was Hermione, gently pushing away Ginny to envelop him in a hug. His vision blurred, eyes pricking uncomfortably. "Times upMr Potter are you injured?" Harry wiped his tears away angrily. "I'm fine. Nothing sleep won't cure. We'll speak tomorrow Ron, take care." HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP He was gone. Severus looked wildly around the bedroom. Everything of Harry's was gone. He stumbled back into the living room, sank heavily on the sofa. He knewhe knew with sick certaintythis was the end.

He barely noticed the pain in his kneecaps as he fell on the cold stone floor. His hands pulled at his scalp, arms trembling, and body shaking with tears. He had not wept since he had found Lily's body. That one mistake, made years ago, would haunt him until his life was over. It had branded him a traitor to both dark and light. It had cost the life of the only friend he ever madeand nownow it had cost him love. Severus wept for Harry. This loss crushed him; his shoulders slumped in invisible burden. Guilt cruelly taunted him, reminding him of all the moments he should have made it up to Harry. He should have said something, done something, to repent. There were still things he wanted to share with Harry; he had been taken with the foolish idea that some life between them after the war might be achievable. But nownow Harry would not be waiting for him in their quarters in the eveningshis quarters. There would be no more tentative smiles, questions about homework, or even inane ones about how his day was. No longer would Severus have to suppress his wild desires, his wild fantasies of speaking romantic feelings, of saying what he truly thought. Harry had been the only person Severus had truly trusted in years. There were issues unresolved between the two of them, conflicts that would forever raise their heads, but Severus had begun to carry a new flame of hope, that perhaps he was embarking on a real relationship for the first time. A fist planted itself in his stomach, tears dried on his cheeks. A foul feeling spread from his heart, constricting his lungs with anger, his breaths coming in short ragged gasps. Rage burned a path through his veins. How dare Albus do this! He had sacrificed everything to play spy for the light, even keeping secrets from Harry, despite the damage it might cause their bonding. And stillstill he had not atoned for that night! Sharp, searing heat coursed through his heart. Furniture moved away from him, his magic whipping around the room. He had paid for his sins. He had paid for his mistake. Fury bubbled in his stomach, he was delirious with anger. A touch on his soul guided him back to reason. Harry was still tied to him. He hadn't terminated the bond yet. Albus hadn't won yet. While Harry was still linked to the bond there was hope. Severus stood, stretching his neck muscles, surveying the room with distaste. Something had to be done. He sat on the sofa leaning back, but what? He thought about everything he knew about his mate, his chin resting on an elegant forefinger, everything he knew about Harry as his student, and everything regarding Harry as his mate.

He was impulsive, and prone to hiding when upset. That would not help the current situation. The only place Harry would go now was to Granger or Weasley. He would be staying in the tower. Severus could always summon him back after class, or even enter the tower and demand he spoke with Harry. It was the shortest way to ensure they speak, yet knowing Harry's temper and his own, it was best Severus did not accost him. Severus remembered that Albus had been unable to manipulate Harry about Greyback, he hadn't run to the headmaster after finding out about Draco, and that was the spanner in Albus' plans. Harry trusted him. He was hurting now, and he was probably confused, but Severus had to hope that he would not go rushing out to terminate their bond in the morning. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Harry waitwhat's wrong." Hermione rushed after Harry, heels echoing down the hall. Ginny was on her heels, eyes wide and bewildered. "It was him Hermione. Remember the prophecy? How none of us knew how Voldemort had discovered it?" Harry moved closer to the stone wall, herding the two girls close to him. "Harry what's going on?" Ginny clutched at his arm. Harry wanted to ask her to leave, but Ginny had been there at the ministry, she knew already of the prophecy. "Snape told him." Hermione raised her hand to her mouth. "Oh Harry, I'm sorry." Ginny brought her arms around his neck. Harry allowed the embrace, his eyes latching onto Hermione over the girl's shoulder. "Ginnydo you mind if" "No, I understand. Hermione is your best friend." Ginny pulled away, leaning on her toes to plant a kiss against his cheekbone. "I'll see you later." "She's understanding." Harry watched the witch move down the corridor, the green of her dress glowing in the light. "She understands what your friends mean to you. Come on we can't talk here." Hermione tugged on his hand, leading him down to the owlery. " No-one's going to look for an owl after the ball." She pushed him into the room, slamming the thick door behind her. "Look at us." Harry spread his arms and turned in a circle. "Dressed in our fineststanding in owl shit." Harry laughed wildly. "Harry" Hermione slid a bit as she moved to the window.

"You should be with Ron. He said your name while unconscious Hermione, not Lavender. This might be your chance." "I think this is a little more important than a fledgling romance. Ron will still be there in the morning." Harry looked up at the rafters, they were mainly empty but a few amber eyes gazed back. "I ran into Trelawney who told me it was Severus who overheard the prophecy and told Voldemort. When I confronted Dumbledore about it, he told me it was the truth, that Severus was responsible." Hermione watched him pace, her brown eyes wide. They flicked around the room, searching for an answer. "Have you thought that perhaps that was why Severus became a spy Harry?" Harry stopped pacing. "Well think about it. What could have changed in his life dramatically that he changed his ideals? He has a dark mark! He must have believed in Voldemort once. Have you ever talked about why he changed sides?" "We never talk about anything Hermione, not important things like that. Sometimes it feels like our relationship is based on sex and a werewolf bond." "So why do you love him then?" Hermione challenged. "He asked me of a fantasy onceour sex life is quitepassionate." Harry finished lamely. "I let him read my thoughts and there was an image I'd been hiding, of Severus making love rather than just sex. He offered me an explanation, saying he didn't think that was something he could doso when he didI guess my feelings were confused." "Don't you lie to me Harry Potter. There's more to it then that!" Hermione folded her arms over her chest, eyes narrowed. "There's so many things that I can't begin to explain Hermione." Harry threw his arms in frustration, tears springing to his eyes. "There's just something between us. I understand him and I know that he's trying even though he frustrates me." "This has to stop Harry." Hermione moved across the room and gripped his shoulders. "Every time you have an argument you race to me. Now I'm more than happy to listen, you know I am, but you have to create some sort of communicate between yourselves." "But Hermionemy parents." Harry choked on a sob. "I know Harry." Her head pressed to his chest, barely wincing as he squeezed her in an iron grip. "Listen to me." Hermione moved away. "Severus did not kill your parents Harry, the person that raised the want, who killed a young mother defending her child, was Voldemort Harry." Her eyes shone in anger.

"You only have one side of the story. Don't you think Severus deserves the chance to explain himself? Didn't Sirius deserve the chance to explain himself before he was chucked into Azkaban?" Harry's body stilled as he thought about it. "You're right." He turned to face the owls, eyes sore. "I have no doubt that his reasons will be difficult to listen to Harry. Try to listen though. If this relationship is ever going to work you need to build something together. Your soul and his are tied, Artemis chose you, and this happiness is for you." "Dumbledore expects me to see him in the morning to terminate the bond." "Is that something you want?" "No." Harry's lips lifted a little. "Then I think you should speak to Severus tonight, otherwise Dumbledore will put pressure on Severus to terminate it. Wait till the ball is over and go to him." "I can't tonight Hermione. Let's just go back to the tower, and I'll see him in the morning." HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus lay in the bed attempting to sleep. His eyes were wide, staring at the ceiling above. Every moment, every feeling he had encountered with his mate over the months of their courtship, replayed over and over in his mind. Half thought plans of bringing Harry back floated in his head, drifting incomplete. He turned, pulling Harry's pillow to his chest. It was faint with scent. Desperately, Severus pushed his crooked nose into it, screwing his eyes against the tide of pain ripping at his heart. Harry had left in anger before, but he had never taken his belongings with him. Swearing, Severus flung the pillow to the floor, watching the feathers escape it with mild satisfaction. This had been precisely why he had avoided love for so many years, his reason, the ability to think straight had all been misplaced by feelings of love and obsession. His mind had to be clear to think logically, to survive as a spy. Now here he was a quivering wreck because he'd been left. A faint sound echoed in the living room. And now I'm going crazy, Severus snarled. There it was again. Severus stood, wand in hand. With a quick tap to the chest, his pyjamas were turned into duelling robes, ready to face the danger. As he crept to the door his mind weighed up the possibilities of the intruder. Draco Malfoy. He would be the only one brazen enough to attempt murder in the dead of night.

"Stupefy!" Severus wrenched open the door, curse leaving his lips as soon as he saw the intruder. Immediately the spell was reflected back at him, barely leaving Severus enough time to cast a shield. "Harry?" Severus' wand fell on the floor. There he was. Eyes swollen, hair dishevelled, wand pointed straight at his head. Realizing he wasn't in danger, the battle light died from Harry's eyes, and he slowly put away his wand. "Why are you here? I thought that" "Dumbledore was going to terminate the bond? Yes you're right, he was. I thought you deserved the chance to explain." Harry sat heavily on the sofa. "I couldn't sleep." Severus moved nervously through the room, his limbs heavy, it felt like he had to swim to join Harry on the sofa. "Nothing affects your composure does it?" Harry chuckled as he sat. "And here I thought you might be upset to learn of our termination." He stood. "You will lose mate if you do not act." "Help me, tell me what it is I must do," Severus pleaded with the beast. This is something you must do alone,"Artemis growled. "Harry wait." His hand darted out to grab Harry's wrist. "Let me explain what happened all those years ago. Then you can decide what is best for you." "Why do you do this? Do not give him reason to go! We are mate, we are what is best!" Harry turned, glanced down at the hand surrounding his wrist. There were a few moments of silence before he exhaled and sat. "I'm listening." Severus released Harry, wringing his hands together. He stopped disgusted, that wasn't a habit he had done in years. "It was I that brought the prophecy to the Dark Lord, but I had no idea, no idea that it concerned the Potters. If I had thought that for one possible moment that Lily" Severus trailed off, slumping back against the sofa. "That's beside the point don't you think. I know that it could have easily have been Neville instead of me. It doesn't matter who it implied, why did you do it?" "I was of low standing within the Death Eater ranks. I believed it would gain me favour," Severus answered honestly. "When I found out that Lily would be killed, I begged the Dark Lord to spare her life." "But I and my father didn't matter?" Harry moved away.

"No." "At least I know you're being honest." Severus gathered his thoughts. "That was after I went to Albus and told him what I had done. I was deeply ashamed. Lily was my friend, my very first friend." His voice cracked. Harry's eyes narrowed, leaping upon the weakness. "Did you love her?" "Our relationship was similar in nature to yours and Granger's." Severus dared to face Harry. "I was blinded by hatred towards your father, consumed by ambition. I thought that by joining the Death Eaters I might in some way impress her." "Why would you think that?" Harry's nose crinkled. "You would have studied Muggle history, living in their world for so long. Do you recall a figure named Hitler?" "Yes." "Before he admitted heinous acts he had to recruit his followers, they had rallies, a youth group. That was what it was like whilst I was in school. That was my era, the aftermath, the evil crimes, that was the time you were brought up in." "You still knew he was evil." "No, not at first Harry. Blood status mattered more in that time. I was a half blood. I had few friends, and a talent for dark magic. You have seen the memory of my father shouting until I cowered. That was what my life was like." Harry turned, face rapt. "My life was wretched. It was only by chance one day that I managed to escape the oppressive house. I ran into a witch, and her Muggle sister. I could forget everything for a few minutes while I was with her. Could you possibly understand what that might feel like?" "When I came to Hogwarts it felt like I was reborn." Harry stared down at his hands. "I knew nothing of this world, but anything was better than the life I was living. When I found out about Voldemort and then the prophecyit was like a noose round my neck. Being with my friends, with you, helps me forget that burden." His voice was soft, yet Severus felt Harry was accusing him, adding salt to the wounds. There were unspoken words between them. You caused this, they seemed to whisper.

"When I came to Hogwarts it only emphasised what I didn't have. Lily and I stayed friends, despite my inclination towards the dark. Potter and his friends hated me, they saw me as weak." Severus spat, forgetting for a moment that these were people Harry were close to. Harry said nothing, merely watching, allowing Severus his outburst. "I thought that by joining the Death Eaters it might give me some creditability, but she looked at me as if I were a monster. The Dark Lord valued me, despite my blood status, and I grew angry towards your mother. We had a fight in which I called her something deplorable, and I never saw her again, until that night." Severus stood, pacing the small room. "When I found out she was in danger I came straight to Albus, I turned spy, and I did everything in my power to right the mistake of that one night." "You didn't account for Pettigrew." "No. I believed Black would have stayed secret keeper. He would have protected your parents to the grave." Severus stopped pacing, turning to face Harry. "When your parents died, I swore I would do everything possible to protect the last thing I had of heryou Harry." Harry tilted his face up. "Your presence reminded me of what I lost. How Potter had the happy life with her, shared in her laughter and pain, while I skulked in the shadows. Your very existence was painful, but I had to protect her spirit living in you." Severus sat back next to his mate. "When I was infected that night, all I could think about was I couldn't let her down again and leave you to fight this battle alone. I was injured in a forest and I drank water from a puddle in desperation to stay alive" "Without knowing it was a werewolf paw." Harry finished for him. Eyebrows furrowed as he thought. "Do you think it was this desperate desire to keep me safe that made Artemis want to bond with me?" "I did consider the possibility, but the beast genuinely thinks we are a good match for each other." "It was because of your actions that I'm stuck in this position." Harry whispered after a few minutes of silence. "Harry" "Hold on let me finish. I believe that you've paid for the mistake though. If I lost Hermione or Ron through a mistake it would destroy me. I wouldn't want to experience that pain. But you've not only carried it for years, you've put your life on the line trying to rectify it. That makes you a brave man Severus Snape." Harry gave him a small smile. "Brave isn't a word used to describe me."

Green eyes captured his. "Well it's what I think." Harry stood. "I'm going back to the tower." Severus scrambled ungracefully to his feet. "What about the morningare you coming back?" His words were a murmur. Harry took his hand gently. "I need some time to process all the information. So I'm going to stay at the tower, at least for the moment." Harry squeezed and then let go. "I'm not going to Dumbledore." He reassured him. "Butthink about it Severus, all these misunderstandings we haveit's not healthy." Harry surveyed the room. "I enjoyed being here these last few months, but being forced to live here in the beginning, all that torment, it wasn't fair on either of us. I think we adapted well, and I like our intimacy together." Harry placed his hands on his chest, fingers plucking at him. "All those things you said before, about courting," Harry's cheeks blushed, "I don't need all those things, I like being with you. However, I think we missed a vital part of the dating stage, the getting to know you part, the learning how to communicate with each other." His feet shuffled. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Yes. We already live together Harry, how does you leaving help us in any way?" Severus snapped, arms crossing, avoiding Harry. "This is the most I've ever learnt about you, I feel like I've finally glimpsed the 'true' Severus. It took the fear of me leaving for you to open up." Hearing his feelings causally fall from Harry's lips made Severus' chest twist uncomfortably. Don't go. Will you come back? His lips stayed stubbornly locked. "I'm not leaving you." Harry's palm was warm against his cheek. I need you here. Lips pressed against his. "I'll always be tied to you." Harry whispered as they broke apart. "Let's just try communicating for a while." Severus wrapped Harry up in his arms, ignoring the sting in his eyes. "If this is what you wish, then so be it. You are always welcome here Harry." Severus pulled back when the sting faded. "I await your return." Still he could not say the words. "You are a coward!" Artemis snarled. TBC

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Hi everyone. Just a warning I've made a slight change to the events in HBP, I know that it's usual for sixth years to take exams, but I'm going on the English idea of A-levels. So you study for two years and then take an exam covering everything. I know we have a half way test, the AS levels, but in this particular story the NEWTS are studied for two years then an exam. As always please review! HPHPHPHP Chapter 29 "Are you sure you should be back in classes?" Harry whispered, measuring out lacewings. "I can't stay in the hospital wing any longer; the antiseptic smell drives me crazy. Besides, everything has pretty much healed." Ron's eyes slid over, watching what Harry was doing, desperate to fix his botched polyjuice potion.

Harry tipped in the needed scoop of lace wings, stirring the potion three times anti-clockwise as the book instructed. He prodded it with the stirrer, happy with its thick consistency. "It looks like mud," Harry muttered. "As it is meant to Mr Potter. Split the potion into doses, using the vials provided. Then you may work on your homework until the rest of the class has finished." Severus didn't look at him, his gaze for the potion. He felt a sense of loss as the man moved away. "You alright?" Ron stopped stirring. "Yeah I think so." He slumped in his chair, pulling out his homework. His quill scratched the surface of parchment, adding nothing but random scribbles. It was ridiculous how much he had come to rely on Severus. Much of his time in the evenings was taken up by the extra lessons he received, and now he had nothing to come back to but an empty bed. He had enjoyed the closeness of his friends once again for the first few nights, and now it had worn off. He missed Severus waiting up for him, holding him close at night, the man's familiar smell. "This was a mistake." Harry's quill stabbed through the parchment. The sound of Ron ladling distracted him, and he turned to watch his friend fill his vials with potion. Thankfully it looked the same as everyone else's. "There might be hope for you yet Weasley." Severus called from across the room, bending his head to whisper with Malfoy. Harry felt his fists clench as he looked at the back of the blonde head. Malfoy had already escaped repercussions once, Harry knew Dumbledore was turning a blind eye to what was happening, and it infuriated him. Even though he was allowed to retaliate and he desperately wanted to get even with the Slytherin on Ron's behalf, he knew something was happening between Severus, Dumbledore and Malfoy, and he didn't want to get in the way. He would have to let it go for now. A knock on the door echoed ominously through the room. All eyes darted to the stiff form of their teacher. His forehead wrinkled in a frown, fingers clenching into fists. No one disturbed Professor Snape. Severus seemed frozen on the stone floor. He recovered himself, robes billowing as he strode to answer it. Before he reached it the door swung open to reveal Dumbledore.

"Ah Professor Snape, I do hope I'm not interrupting." Severus turned to face the class, his gaze lingering on Harry's table. "In a sixth year NEWT class? The potions on the curriculum are complex." Severus snarled, moving so Dumbledore could enter the room. "I just need to borrow Mr Potter for a moment." Dumbledore smiled as his blue eyes located Harry. Harry gave a small smile in return. "Mr Potter is in the middle of an important potion lesson. He's not leaving." Severus' voice was low. "Oh come now Professor. I can see Harry has bottled his potion, haven't you?" If Harry could feel the tension between the two teachers then so could his classmates. "Yes sir." He wanted to get Dumbledore away from Severus. A muscle in Severus' jaw twitched, eyes murderous. "Very well. A moment and that is all." Harry didn't look at Severus as he left; brushing past his robes closer than was needed in reassurance. "Can I help you headmaster?" Harry asked when the door shut behind him. They both cringed as they heard Severus bellowing. "I wanted to see if everything was alright with you my boy. A week ago you were rather upset. I thought we agreed that you were coming back to my office in the morning?" Harry's hands twitched nervously, his eyes darting around the corridor. "Don't worry. The silence charm surrounding the both of us is impenetrable." Dumbledore folded his arms within his sleeves, smiling gently down at him. "I met with Severus that night, he explained everything to me. I know what he did was wrong, but I don't hold him responsible, I hold Voldemort responsible." "I see." A wrinkled hand darted out to stroke at his beard. "I'm glad everything worked out well in the end Harry. I know I'm the headmaster of this school, but I'd like to think our relationship is a little more than that." "Sir, you're the only one I would have trusted in my first years. You were the only parental figure I had in my life. But I have to trust Severus, I'm bound to him, and I want to spend my life with him." Dumbledore chuckled. "You are a remarkable man Harry Potter, Severus is lucky to have found you." He clasped his shoulder. "Only trusted in the first years?" Harry coughed. "It's not that I don't now sirbut things have been hidden from me, things that might have helped me."

"You are referring to Sirius? I mourn for him also Harry, he was my student and he wrongly spent many years in prison. Yet for all my knowledge and power I could not keep him safe. I cannot make that mistake again Harry, there is nothing I want more than for you to remain safe in the castle, but we both know the role you have to play, and I will not hide you from this responsibility." "I understand." Truly he did. Harry remembered an earlier conversation they had in which Harry mentioned he couldn't do this alone without Dumbledore. He could still see the blackened hand even though Dumbledore was attempting to hide it, the poisoned mead incident He just couldn't shake off the feeling that their time was limited. "This is another reason I sought you so urgently today. I finally have in my possession a memory that has eluded me. I believe that this will be a clue in aiding us in our search Harry." Harry felt his heart quicken. "Can we go now?" "I'm afraid that it would be unwise to drag you from Severus. We are close to the full moon and he seems reluctant to let you leave his sight." "I moved back to the tower professor. I thought it best that we have some time to work on ourcommunication," Harry trailed off. "I think that is a mature decision Harry." Dumbledore's beam irritated him. "It's only temporary." Harry felt like he needed to add the words. "Spend the time getting to know Severus Snape for who he really is. As you say, you have the rest of your life to spend together." He tilted his head as if listening to an invisible voice. "Saturday evening in my office work well for you?" "Yes." "I shall see you then." He adjusted the half moon spectacles, nodding at Harry and left him standing by the door. Harry waited a few moments, processing the information, before he let himself back into the classroom. "Delighted that you could join us Potter." Severus snapped as soon as his foot was in the room, long finger pointed towards Harry's desk. Harry walked, barely hearing Malfoy's insult, and sat next to Ron. Things were moving fast. There was little time till the summer and here he was back in the tower. "This is a huge mistake."

He needed to be getting all the training he could, learning everything he could. He glanced at Ron, then over to Hermione. They needed help. He lifted his head to stare at Severus' back. This was too important. "What did Dumbles want?" Ron questioned after a few minutes. "Meeting on Saturday." Ron's eyebrows rose into his flaming hair. "This about these extra lessons?" "Probably." The lie came easy. Harry scratched at the desk with his nail. He could sense eyes watching him. His head felt foggy, his shoulders tense. He had to know where these objects where, how many there were. The pressure, the sheer mammoth task laid before him made his stomach churn, acid tickling his throat. "I haven't seen you with Lavender for a while." He needed to talk about anything thing else. Something trivial and in the moment. Ron scratched the back of his neck. "That's because we broke up." His lips pressed in a thin line. "It's alright, our relationship wasn't anything special. Lavender deserves someone who can focus fully on her." He tickled the table with Harry's spare quill. "Bring your vials to the front desk." Harry placed his next to Hermione's and Ron's. Being the only Gryffindor's in the class they tended to stay together. Safety in numbers, Harry grinned at the thought. Severus looked at each student's vials in turn, smelling them, holding them up to the light. There was a small hint of pride in the faint twitch of Severus' lips as he examined Harry's. "The polyjuice potion is an extremely complex potion that even skilled potioneer's struggle to complete. Only Granger, Potter and Malfoy have succeeded in this case." Harry felt a huge grin split his face. He nudged Hermione who looked unsurprised at the news. He had forgotten that she had already made the potion as a second year. He looked at Malfoy who was eying his potion with hunger. "Your homework for next lesson is an essay stating where you failed with the potion, and what the correct stages were. Potter, Granger and Malfoy, your homework is to find improvements with the potion you have created. Class dismissed." Severus tapped his wand on the desk and all potions apart from those deemed acceptable vanished. Harry felt the students move around him as they prepared to leave, only Malfoy reminded at the desk, eager to claim what was promised to him.

Harry lifted his head, trapped in that obsidian stare. They both waited for a few moments, before Severus jerked his head towards the classroom door. You must want to know what happened. Harry screamed in his head. Severus' eyes were firmly fixed on Malfoy. He felt his skin crawl in exasperation, before he turned on his heel, grabbing his bag to leave the room. "Wait Mr Potter. Return at lunch so we can discuss your 'absence' from class." Severus snarled. "It seems boy wonder doesn't hold any favours in here." Malfoy followed them to their desk. "Shove off Malfoy!" Ron hissed, barely turning his head, ears flaming red. "Or what Weasel? You'll try and run away like last time? Not so tough without Scarhead here to back you up. If the Mudblood hadn't helped you'd be at St Mungo's." Malfoy's body sprawled across the floor. Harry stood above him, wand pointed to his chest. "Try it. I dare you," Harry ground out. "MR POTTER! Outside now!" He heard the words, but kept his wand pointed to the Slytherin's chest. "You are scum Malfoy, you and your family." Light gathered at the end of his wand. Severus was there, hand clamped around his forearm, strength of will forcing Harry to submit. Black eyes glittered with fury. "I said outside." He stared back, trying to defy him. Severus' will was too strong and after a few moments of intense staring he stormed off. He wanted to run away to the tower, to transform and howl his anger out for everyone to hear, instead he stood outside the classroom as ordered, cursing Malfoy's name. "What is it with you both antagonising him?" Hermione left the room with Ron, a frown on her face. "Malfoy hexed me first remember. He came out of the room of requirement looking like a mad man and started firing. What was I supposed to do? Please Malfoy, don't attack me, Hermione will get mad at me if you do." Ron handed Harry his bag, rolling his eyes. "He called you a Mudblood Hermione and he already hurt Ron. I can't just stand there and take it all the time." He shouldered the bag, glaring at the floor. "Just ignore him. You have bigger things to worry about Harry." "And Malfoy is connected to it. He's up to something Hermione and I don't care if Artemis warned me away!" Hermione exhaled loudly shaking her bushy head. "Come on Ron. We'll save you a seat at lunch." Moments after his friends left Malfoy exited the classroom, pocket bulging with what Harry knew to be his vial of work. The taller boy opened his mouth, face contorted in a sneer, before he shut it abruptly and left.

"Coward," Harry sneered under his breath. "Do not stoop to immature behaviour such as name calling," Severus called from the classroom. "Come in." The classroom smelt clean, the wooden tables spotless as Severus waved his hands over them. The door shut behind him with a thud, and Harry felt the magic tingling in the air above it as Severus added a locking and silencing spell. "What did Albus want?" Severus didn't face him. "That's it? Not 'are you alright about the incident with Malfoy?' 'How's Ron feeling after being attacked unfairly?' 'How are you doing Harry, I haven't seen you for over a week and I wondered how you're doing!'" Harry growled, throwing his bag to the floor. "What did Albus want?" "To ask me to meet him in his office on Saturday, and to see if I was ok after the weekend." Harry folded his arms. "He might conceal things but he does care about me." "Hmm." Severus waved his wand over the cauldrons, watching as they began to wash themselves in the sink. "So was there anything else?" Silence. "Well I'll guess I'll be going then. Ginny asked me for some extra Quidditch training." Severus' shoulders tensed. "She's been really understanding lately, always offering to talk, staying up late next to the fire with me in Gryffindor tower." "Enough." A whisper. "I feel like I can tell her anything." "Enough!" Severus spat. "Why Severus? Does it hurt that someone else might be interested in me! Or is it because Ginny can actually show she cares, unlike you, walking around like me leaving doesn't even matter to you!" His skin felt heated, eyes burning as he looked at the man. Severus was beside him instantly, fingertips bruising his shoulders. "You decided you wanted this, you wanted to leave." Severus' mouth fell on his. "You have no idea of the torment I'm going through. It's agony without you." The words seemed to burst through the man's mouth unwillingly, his eyes screwed shut hiding himself from Harry's reaction.

Harry flung his arms around him, desperately burrowing his head into Severus' chest, inhaling the warm smell of musty potion ingredients. Boomslang skin wrapped its musky scent around him. "Why Harry? Why did you need to leave? There is more to us then intimacy." Severus whispered into his hair. "I trust you, isn't that enough for you?" Harry felt himself waver, the warmth of the taller man seeping through to his skin. He wanted to sob in relief, confess his feelings. "I really missed you," escaped in a half choked whisper. He felt pathetic. Severus pulled away, cradling Harry's jaw. "I have to confess it makes me happy that you struggle as much as I." He gently brushed his lips against Harry's jaw. "I have left you alone as you asked me to. It is my wish that you visit me before I transform. I thought that perhaps we could spend an evening together. Communicating." Severus stumbled over the word. "Actually there was something I wanted to discuss with you. But I don't have an evening free until after the full moon." His hands wrung painfully. "Is there an evening which is convenient for you? There is the small matter of the full moon in two days. Perhaps I can make arrangements for a night after then?" Severus' hands clasped together at his waist, as he waited for Harry's answer. Arrangements? Harry floundered for a moment. His lips curved as realization dawned. "Since when have you ever made arrangements for us?" he taunted kindly. "I find myself still possessed with that same desire." He moved closer, moving his arms around Harry once more. "It seems it is only when one is faced with what they stand to lose that they realize what is important to them." The kiss was desperate, painful. "Your friends will miss you if you linger here." Severus released him, pupils wide and dilated. "Are you busy?" Harry was breathless. It was like before when the bond attempted force them into copulating. Severus smiled and held out his hand. "Never too busy for you." Harry let Severus' skilled fingers undress him. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP "Dumbledore has these memories about Voldemort, and he's been showing them to me," Harry began. "Are these to do with the Horcruxes you told us about at the beginning of the year?" Ron walked a little behind them, stopping as he thought about it.

"Yes, I guess that's where he's going with this." He stopped to look over his shoulder. "I think something is happening with Malfoy. When I first bonded with Artemis he made me promise not to attack Malfoy or follow him." "Weird" Ron began walking again. "I was so desperate to save him, so I just agreed. I ran into him in one of the bathrooms, and when he attacked me I was unable to defend myself. Dumbledore didn't punish him. When he spoke to me about it he was very evasive." "Typical," Hermione snorted. The sun in the sky was beginning to die, turning the lake into a sheet of amber. The breeze was cool in the early summer evening. Harry tilted his head back to look. The full moon would be up in a few hours, and he would be here to greet Artemis. They came to a natural pause while walking, stopping on the stony shore. Hermione sat, while Ron searched for round stones. "I overheard Malfoy talking to Artemis about wanting more polyjuice potion. When I spoke to him about it, I discovered he's under an unbreakable bond." "Those things are deadly Harry. Remember I told you about the twins trying to trick me into agreeing with one." Ron skimmed a stone across the fiery orange surface. "I know. So there are things he can't tell me. But Dumbledore knows Malfoy is up to something. That night at the ball, when you were attacked, it was because they had just been talking. He's up to something bad. Not just Hogwarts bully bad, but Death Eater bad." Hermione drew her knees up to her chest. "Alright, we need to stay out of his way until we can find out what's going on." "For someone so intelligent, you do state the obvious Hermione." Ron sat beside her, tapping two pebbles together. "We need to be on our guard. All the DA needs to be on their guard." He crashed down beside them. "I'm worried about you both. I'm struggling to fight against Artemis in a duel. What will everyone do when the battle comes to us? What will happen to you guys if I have to go find these Horcruxes?" "You haven't really explained to us what's going on Harry. Why are you in such a rush?" Hermione's head turned. "The Horcruxes hold a piece of Voldemorts soul and unless they are destroyed I can't kill him. Dumbledore said they're out there somewhere. I know there are a locket and a ring to find, but I don't know how many others or even what they are!" Harry kicked out his legs in frustration.

"Why am I in a rush?" Harry heard the manic giggle. "Because you think Voldemort's going to wait till I finish school? You don't think the werewolf law and the Muggle-born registration act are signs that things are rapidly changing?" His words were rushed. "Harry you alright?" Ron's eyes were wide. "I just can't explain it!" Harry flopped to his back. "I have this gut feeling that things are just on the horizon that something bad is waiting for me. I don't think it cares if I'm in Hogwarts or not. This business with Malfoy and Dumbledore sets my teeth on edge. Worst of all I can't even ask Artemis about it." "What will you do about Artemis if you leave? Will he stay here?" Hermione's voice was gentle. "I asked him to come with me." Ron snorted, shaking his head. "So it's not bad enough my best friend is bound to that greasy git, now I'm meant to spend more time with him. Listen Harry, it's up to you who you spend your life with, but I'm not going with him." "Ron!" "No Hermione." Harry sat up and raised his hand. "It's up to you if you decide to come, but he is my mate, and I was going to ask him to train the both of you in duelling." Ron's eyes gazed at him for a long moment before resting on Hermione. "I assume your mind is already made up?" There was a small smile on his face. "Harry is my friend, and he's the only hope we have. He'll need me." The skin across the bridge of her nose went pink. Harry knew if he left now, they wouldn't have noticed. "Alright, let him train us to fight." Harry laughed, banging his shoulder into Hermione, who in turn barged into Ron. "There isn't time now. The school year is almost finished. Next year we can set up something. Then when we finish school you'll already be close friends and ready to come with me." Hermione giggled. "Come on Harry we better be going. You'll need something to eat and some rest before your late night rendezvous." Hermione stood, pulling them both to their feet. Harry hung back, smiling at how close Hermione and Ron walked together. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Artemis sniffed the ground, scratching the grass with his claws. Warmth was filling the land, the days were longer and his time grew limited until the frost and the darkness returned once more.

Once the werewolf would have resented the few hours he was given with his mate, but since he and his host has combined their minds, melding them almost fully, Artemis could see his mate whenever he wished. It would always be through Severus but Artemis no longer minded that. How his host suffered. Artemis could feel the pain of separation, a wound in his chest that the man carried with him. Though their mate was safe and this was what he desired, Artemis wanted to howl his sadness to the moon. Harry was gone from their protective presence. Severus couldn't sleep at night, drinking foul liquid to keep him strong during the sunlit hours. He was a proud man, unwilling to tell their mate how much he was hurting. Artemis couldn't understand what was happening. Severus had tried to explain that Harry felt tired of all their arguments. Artemis had simply asked why they fought. Why could Severus not tell Harry of his feelings? Why not just stop fighting? It was simple in his mind. The werewolf slammed his paw down on a stray beetle, growling as it still managed to scurry away. All was not lost. His mate would come to him tonight. Harry belonged fully to the both of them now. If only the tendrils of fear that held his host's heart could be unravelled. Artemis huffed and smelt the ground again. A howl tore through the air. Artemis leapt to his paws, fur bristling, lips pulled back over sharp teeth. It wasn't the call of his mate. Snarling, Artemis swung his head up to the castle. There wasn't enough time to warn Harry. The howl grew louder, closer. "The small brown one!" Artemis informed Severus, paws shredding the grass as he sprinted towards the noise. "Lupin would not be foolish to return this soon." "Wolves are my kind. They seek something. Mate and his pack are not safe." In Artemis' mind he could see the figure of his mate and two unknown pack mates, a female and male. These were the humans most important, worthy of his mate's protection. A chorus of howls. Artemis spurred himself forward, limbs beginning to ache. "Must protect mate and pack!" The thought burned in his mind, adding strength to his back legs.

The howls grew closer, shapes darting among the trees. They were leading him away, far away from his mate. Bushes tore at his fur, clasping hold so the werewolf had to wriggle free. The darkness which was Artemis' haven became menacing with a new threat. The alien smell of a new forest assaulted his nose. Artemis burst into a clearing. "YOU!" Artemis barked. His pelt bristled so he was twice his size, thick tail lashing the air behind him. "I have no desire to fight." The grey wolf skulked down the rock on which he was standing, head held high. He stood nose to nose with Artemis. They were equal in size. "You gave me till the end of the year." Severus helped with Artemis' articulation. Greyback's lips pulled back in a wolfish smile, sitting on his hindquarters he regarded him with ice blue eyes. Artemis' eyes darted as the shapes convened on them. "That is my pack." Wolves were birthed from the trees, none as large as the two alphas', but all bore signs of battle. Pelts were parted with scars, ears were torn. All carried a band of red cloth around their left forepaw. Artemis' eyes glanced at Greyback. He too was marked in red. "What do you call yourself in your true, magnificent form?" "Artemis." "A goddess?" Another wolf answered. "My mate named me." Artemis sat muscles tense. "What is their name?" The pack seemed interested, tongues hanging out of jaws, ears pricked forward. The werewolf thought how to answer them. "Apollo." "Your mate will be safe here, away from the wizards." Greyback bellowed the word, and was answered by his pack growling their dissatisfaction. "You are strong, an Alpha. Join us and lead a new pack. Take your mate away from this human war." "You are strong!" The pack howled. "We are strong! Drive out the humans!" Artemis' huge head turned, sizing the wolves up. Severus attempted to prevent the words tempt him. Killing humans was not the way. This was not what Harry wanted.

His tail swayed side to side in consent, drowning out his reasonable human voice. He was strong, he was wolf! A grumble sounded in his chest, ripping through his throat to escape through his jaws in a powerful howl. The pack joined them in his song, a chorus of power, of belonging. "Be free from your human chains Artemis. Tonight forget what shackles you to this world. Run with us and be wolf!" Artemis sprang from the ground, ready to race through the moonlit night. He ran swiftly, easily outpacing Greyback. The grey werewolf was impressive, easily earning Artemis' respect. Greyback slowed to address his pack. "Soon my pack, we will wage war on the wizards. We will serve Voldemort on culling the Muggle born. Then we will turn and have our revenge!" His paws rooted to the ground, his tail still. The female pack member rose in his mind, her brown eyes as soft as the deer he hunted. She must be kept safe. "We are the snatchers!" Greyback howled, plunging forward once more. "Snatchers!" The wolves echoed. Artemis hesitated as they leapt off into the night. If he fled he would be surrounded. "Stay with them. Learn all you can. The information gleaned might help us keep Harry safe." The black wolf bunched his muscles, surging forward to run ahead of the pack, sprinting side by side with Greyback. "Why name your pack Snatchers?" "We snatch the undesirables in the night. Humans that Voldemort deems unacceptable." The grey wolf was frothing at the mouth, eyes burning. "In his eyes we are deemed unacceptable." Both wolves scrambled over a fallen tree trunk, skidding to a halt next to a lake. "This is the Forest of Dean. This is where my pack lives. Away from judgement, away from scorn. We welcome all that would serve Voldemort and all that wish revenge on man." A reddish wolf crept towards them, belly brushing against the floor, head stretched so his jaw was exposed. "We had no choice but to join the pack. The ministry imposed restrictions, we were to be pets under wizards control." Greyback's lips curled, allowing the smaller beast to talk. "I would not be forced into bonding!" The auburn wolf howled. "We will not be forced!" The pack echoed.

Greyback stood, majestic against the full moon, towering over his subjects. More wolves moved forward, the sheer numbers alarming Severus. "We are ready to fight the war for Voldemort." All the wolves wore the red fabric marking them as seekers. "Go now Artemis, while the light cannot take your strength. Think of what you have seen here, of what you can become a part of. By the next full moon we will hear of your decisionor we will come for your mate." Artemis turned, paws pulling up mud as he ran. "There are too manytoo many," he kept chanting. TBC
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The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM

The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 Reviews: 854 - Favs: 866 - Follows: 1,258 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023
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Chapter 30 Light stretched across the sky, birds began calling to one another, taunting Harry. He sighed, muzzle resting on his grey forepaws. Artemis hadn't come.

Harry had howled until his throat was hoarse. His nose had crisscross cuts running along it, caused by stray stones as he had attempted to sniff out the werewolf's scent. Yawning, Harry rose, stretching out his legs. He bounded forward a few steps, wagging his tail, lunging down into a playful bow. Looking around, rump in the air, Harry saw that no one was coming to play with him. The wolf instincts he had when in this form, or Apollo's mind as he now liked to call it, wanted to do something other than wait. The wolf wanted to run into the forest until his legs were tired, chasing prey to fill his belly. To let music erupt from his chest in a howl that would be matched by his mate. In this form, life was simple. Apollo wanted to run, so that was what Harry did. Paws thumping across the ground, tingles of energy travelling up his legs muscles, each burst of speed adding adrenaline to the wolf's blood. The further he went, the lighter his heart felt. The wind ruffled his fur, its frigid fingers brushing their way through his fur. A scent teased in the air and the wolf stopped, muzzle held high, nostrils flaring. Smoky air exhaled in deep puffs, as Apollo crept towards the tantalising scent. Deer. It stood drinking from a stream, ears pricked for danger. Lips pulled back from teeth, saliva escaping and sticking to his heaving chest fur. The wolf sat back on his haunches, watching its potential meal. This was where the Animagus magic became limited. There was a small part of Harry that could chase the deer, ripping out its throat in thrill of a kill. But he was still primarily human, unlike Severus that became an actual wolf. The wolf snorted, rolling on the grassy floor for the fun of it. Was the werewolf upset with what he was doing to Severus? He looked back at the castle looming in the sky, thinking that maybe Artemis had stayed in Severus' quarters. This was the first time Harry hadn't seen Artemis since their first meeting. His tail hung between his legs as he walked back to the castle. Without thinking his paws took him to his old quarters. Transforming back into a human, Harry hesitated at the door, unsure if Severus really wanted to see him. What if the door didn't let him in? The handle moved under his touch, granting him access. Warmth filled his chest. "Severus?"

There was no response. The moon had vanished beneath the horizon a few hours ago. Artemis would have disappeared by now, and Severus always came back to his room. Harry entered the bedroom, wanting to check his mate was safe. Transformations always exhausted him. The bed was empty. Sighing loudly, Harry shut the door behind him, deciding to wait in the living room. He ran his hand over the sofa, smiling at the memory. "How things have changed." Harry stood, as if seeing the room for the very first time. The desk where he used to do his homework, the bookcases filled with books. Sitting at the desk, he ran his hands through his hair. He missed this. He missed being here. The desk was covered in a sea of parchment. Harry frowned, organizing them into a stack. This wasn't like Severus. Getting up he looked around with fresh eyes. It was in disarray. He'd been so focused on Severus, lamenting about what he was missing, that he didn't even notice the mess. Entering the bathroom his jaw fell slack. Vials perched on every surface, some with potion still clinging to the rim. Reining in his worry, Harry grabbed one, bringing it to his nose. It smelt familiar, something he had congested in the hospital wing. Tentatively, Harry dripped a little onto his forefinger, rubbing it on his tongue. "Pepper up," he muttered. "Why are you taking potions Severus?" He scooped them into a pile, placing them in the sink. He sat on the edge of the bathtub to think, staring at the vials. Harry knew that Severus took a potion the morning after a transformation. Was he sick? Not sleeping? Harry scratched his jaw. His gut told him it was the latter. Why would Severus not be sleeping? His heart clenched as he thought it through. "Oh Severus," his head shook. Their quick, passionate encounter at lunch the other day played in his mind. Harry had been desperate for Severus' touch, for confirmation that he was still needed, ignoring the fact that it had been him that left. He hadn't thought about the consequences, about how Severus might feel about that.

Severus hadn't condoned or judged he had given Harry what he needed. His eyes burnt. The main door slammed shut. Harry jumped to his feet, wiping his eyes. "Severus?" he lunged around the door. Severus' eyes widened as they took him in, his breathing laboured. "Harry? What are you doing here?" His voice rasped. "When youwhen Artemis didn't show up I got worried. So I came here." Severus watched him as he spoke, head nodding in exhaustion. "Severus, I'm sorry." The older man moved to the sofa, sitting ungracefully. "What for?" Harry sat next to him. "How are you wearing clothes?" He plucked at the black robes. A black eyebrow rose sceptically. "I'm a wizard Harry, conjuring clothing is not difficult." Harry noticed the scorn was kept to a minimum. "What are you sorry for?" Severus' head rested against the back of the sofa, eyes closed, deep lines in his forehead. "I left because I said we needed to communicate more, that I thought our relationship might be based on sex. I tried to do the mature thing, and then we ended up sleeping together. Talk about sending you mixed signals," Harry muttered. A hand rested heavily on his head. "I never regret being intimate with you Harry. It is not a sin to want to sleep with me. Sometimes sex doesn't have to be a physical thing. It can be an extension of love. As I have mentioned previously, being physical with you is different." Black eyes caught his, and Harry felt his breath hitch. His tongue felt thick in his mouth. Now was it, the perfect time to say what he could only dare to do in the dead of night. "You need to get to bed." Severus regarded him, fingers toying with his hair. "Very well." He waited for a few more moments. "Will you accompany me?" There were classes Harry needed to attend, but he nodded. He supported Severus' arm as they shuffled to the bedroom. "Where were you tonight?" Harry helped Severus sit on the bed.

"Harry," a palm pressed to his cheek, "there is much we need to speak about. I know I offered you an evening, but perhaps you could remain here for the day? When I'm rested I will tell you what happened tonight." "What about lessons?" "Forget them. Stay with me." Severus pulled Harry down. Objections silenced, Harry shrugged off his clothes, settling down next to Severus. Within minutes the man was asleep, face smoothed in relaxation, arm loose over Harry's hip. Harry waited for a few moments, ensuring Severus was indeed slumbering before pulling himself up. Hesitantly he laid his head on Severus' chest, moving closer when the man's arm wrapped around him. He could hear the steady thumping of Severus' heart, reassuring him that his mate was alive and well. Harry rested his hand on the flat plane of his stomach, watching as it rose and fell in time with his breathing. Inhaling deeply Harry could smell the forest on his mate's skin, a damp earthy smell associated with Artemis. They never usually lay together like this. Harry always faced away, cradled in a possessive embrace, until deep sleep made Severus roll over. This closeness filled Harry with emotion. Severus shifted above him, lips pressing against the crown of his head. "Sleep Harry," he murmured. No attempt was made to move Harry; the man seemed content with their position. Nuzzling his nose into the warm flesh, Harry exhaled and settled down for sleep. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus woke first, a dull pain in his arm. Harry was sprawled across it, his stomach pressing on Severus' hand. He lay there for a few moments just gathering his thoughts. He had no idea what time it was, where he was meant to be. It didn't matter anymore. For the first time in his life, he found himself agreeing with a beast. There were impending issues to discuss, things that could affect the war, and it didn't matter. Severus rolled, resting his head in the space between Harry's shoulder blades, contemplating sleep. Harry murmured and shifted, pressing himself closer to Severus' warmth. Severus removed his arm slowly, moving the covers over Harry as he left. Severus had promised Harry and evening, with 'arrangements' as he called them. A quick trip to the bathroom showed him that he had left potion vials strewn about. Harry must have seen them. Ignoring the thought for now, Severus vigorously brushed his teeth, thankful Artemis hadn't eaten any creatures during the night. His footfalls were soft as he made his way back through the bedroom, only stopping once to check on Harry.

In the living room, he called on the one person that would be able to keep a secret. "Severus Snape sir. You are calling on Dobby?" "Yes Dobby. I have Harry Potter with me, and I require food. I need his whereabouts to remain secret. We have a lot to discuss regarding his happiness." Severus bent to the elf's level, emphasising 'happiness.' "Of course sir, Harry Potter's mate knows what is best. Dobby will not breathe a word of his location." Dobby swung his head around the room, ears flapping. "Oh no, this will not do." Bony fingers clicked, cleaning the room instantly. "Dobby will be back shortly." "Tempus," Severus muttered distractedly, "eleven, students are still in morning lessons." He stretched, walking to his door. Placing his palm against the handle, he spoke the most complicated locking spell he knew of. "That should be enough to keep even you out Albus." Turning, his brain thought of other ways the headmaster could enter. Thankfully there were advantages of not having windows. "The fireplace." Severus narrowed his eyes at it, almost expecting the headmaster to come bursting through any minute. Drawing his wand from his sleeve, he pointed it at the offending hearth, redirecting any incoming visitors to the Slytherin common room. "Have fun explaining that," he growled. "Professor Snape sir?" The elf was back, the coffee table filled with plates concealed with silver domes. "I have all Harry Potter's favourites. Will this be enough?" "That looks fine thank you Dobby." Harry answered, voice rough from sleep. "Oh no, is my pleasure. Dobby is pleased to serve your mate." Severus watched as Harry sat on the sofa, clad only in trousers, face confused. "Other magical creatures know of your bond Harry. They know of my infection," he explained. "Oh I see." Harry smiled kindly at the house elf. "How are you doing Dobby? How's Winky?" "Bad, very bad is poor Winky." Severus watched the interaction with fascination. He knew of Harry's affection towards this particular elf, but had yet to see them interact. Severus himself had never thought much of house elves and was touched by the young man's kindness. "Come see me tomorrow Dobby, I have a few clothes that need a home." "Oh thank you! Dobby will take ever so much care of them." The elf wrapped its spindly arms around Harry's leg before disappearing with a sharp crack. "Thanks for the food." Harry swept his hand over the table. "I said I would provide arrangements." Severus found himself smiling.

"Arrangements that happens to include all my favourites." Harry returned the smile, offering the platter of beef sandwiches to him. Severus took one, surprised to find himself suddenly ravenous. Hardly surprising since you've practically starved yourself in Harry's absence. They ate in silence for a few minutes, and if Harry noticed the unusual amount of food he was consuming he didn't mention it. When the pangs of hunger gnawing at his stomach abated, he turned to watch Harry who was pouring them both a goblet of orange juice. "I apologize for last night Harry. There were matters that needed my attention, which I will explain shortly," he hastily added at Harry's opening mouth. "First there is something I wish to tell you." Severus took the goblets from Harry's hand, setting them on the table, keeping hold of his hands. "Whilst being submerged in Artemis' consciousness last night I had a revelation." Harry frowned, but kept his hands still. "I never thought our relationship would be simple. There are outside influences, my past with your parents. However, through all that I have grown to care for you Harry. Artemis pointed out to me that perhaps it can be simple. Do you understand what I'm saying?" He softly asked. Harry squeezed his hand. "Yes, there is a lot going on. Voldemort, the war, Dumbledore. We forget that we need to be ourselves." "There isn't any need for the fighting, the secrecy, and the bluster. I intend to be with you until the end Harry Potter." There. That was as close as he could come to saying it. Harry pressed a kiss to his lips. "I don't want to fight either." "I trust you implicitly." "I know. I understand what that means for a man in your position. Artemis is right; this doesn't have to be complicated. I promise you Severus, I'll try not lie to you, or hurt you intentionally. We both should have to right to speak to the other freely. I don't want to guard my words, or tread on egg shells around you." "Harry, I give you my word you can always come to me with your misgivings about anything. I want to be able to support you in any way that I can. This brings me to my next point. You realise that Albus is manipulating you? That he wants to terminate the bond?" "I know he's up to something." Harry dropped his hand to pick up a goblet. "But really Severus, why would he bind us to pull us apart a few months later?" "He is using our bond to try to position you in a certain place, ready for the war." Severus kept control of his temper. "I have no reason to lie to you."

Green eyes swept up to meet his. "I believe you. I know you're unable to tell me something, but are you sure you're not paranoid about Dumbledore? He kind of feels like a grandparent to me." Harry drank deeply. Severus exhaled through his nose, unwilling to get drawn into an argument. "Severus, I know he does things strangely, and I know he's been behind all my end of year challenges, trying to prepare me for whatever Voldemort has in store for me. I know he's hidden things, and I don't think I can forgive him for what he's done to Remus and Tonks. But I have to trust he has my best interests at heart." "I have your best interests in mind." He growled. "I know you do." Harry sat closer to him. "I know where Lupin is." Harry stiffened. "I spoke with the centaur Firenze that night at the ball. He spoke of a new werewolf pack forming. It is my belief that he has joined with the werewolves that are rising against the Dark Lord." "Good werewolves?" "In a way. Not all are blindly following the Dark Lord. They are few in number, but they are rallying behind the name Apollo." "I told Remus my nickname just before he left." Harry slumped back against the sofa, relief emanating from him. "At least I know he's alright, and I can understand what he's doing. Someone needs to stand up for werewolves not joining Voldemort. Was that where you were last night?" "No. Artemis heard howling in the woods last night. When we found the source we found Greyback's pack. They are calling themselves Snatchers." "Snatchers?" "'We snatch the undesirables in the night. Humans that Voldemort deems unacceptable,'" Severus quoted. "Greyback has given me a month till he needs an answer." "The end of the school year." Harry bit his lip, folding his hands across his stomach. "Wellthat's annoying." "There is something else. It seems Artemis was swayed for a few moments. Not to betray you," he added at the horror on Harry's face. "Do not forget Artemis is all alone. Wolves are pack animals." "He must be lonely," Harry whispered.

"I do not think it was that. I think it was the temptation, the lure to forget everything and just be a wolf, living his primal desires. He does not understand why we do what we do. In his mind it is straightforward, 'seek out the snake man and kill him.'" "Maybe it is that easy." "Harry, you would be dead before you stood a chance. Even Artemis is no match for his magic. You are on the right course with these Horcruxes." "I spoke to Ron and Hermione yesterday. They think I'm in a rush. I don't know why they don't understand that Voldemort is not going to wait for me to finish the school year. If I were the mad man, I wouldn't wait." "The Dark Lord isn't waiting for you. He has already formed a small army living in the forest of Dean. He is waiting for" Severus' throat closed, an invisible hand tightening around his throat. "He's waiting for something big to happen. Something that you can't tell me about." Severus' watched Harry's eyes slide to the side in thought. "I was going to ask you about Hermione and Ron. I've asked them to come with me. They're my friends and I trust them to face this battle with me." "You have also asked me to accompany you." "I can't force you to come, but I'm being honest about what to expect." "Then I will accompany the three of you." Severus reached down for another sandwich, suppressing his smirk. "That's it?" Harry's hands dropped to his lap in bewilderment. "No 'I'm not going with Granger or Weasley, they are far inferior to me.'" He grabbed his goblet. "You need to work on your impressions." Severus chewed slowly. "Artemis seems to view your friends as some sort of pack. There was mention of culling Muggle borns. The wolf immediately thought of Miss Granger." "That explains the reason behind the Muggle born registration act. Voldemort wants to round them all up." Harry took another sip of his juice. "Surely it'll never get approved. Scrimgeour isn't going to allow it. Dumbledore wouldn't allow that." Harry faced him. "He might be manipulative, but Dumbledore has a lot of people behind him, people believe in the Order of the Phoenix." "Those numbers are now small compared to Greyback's pack and the Death Eaters. As for the general community, I imagine they will keep their heads down. It was what happened in the last war." Severus felt small tendrils of doubt from his mate. "Harry." He sat closer, arm around the young man's shoulders. "You have a plan of action, with two dedicated friends and mate to follow you. With the Horcruxes gone you will stand a chance."

"I want you to train Ron and Hermione to fight," Harry blurted, nuzzling his head into Severus' chest. "I believe that a wise idea. Even if they are 'inferior.'" They sat in silence for a few moments, Harry's head pressed against Severus' chest. "Why have you been taking the pepper up potion?" Severus pulled away. "I thought that would have been obvious." Harry said nothing, waiting for him to elaborate. His head swam with plausible excuses and he sighed. "I found myself not sleeping in your absence." There, simple. "I missed you too." Harry's thumb stroked the skin on the back of his hand. "Harry, you underestimate. I have found myself worrying constantly about you. I cannot stop the irrational fear that something might happen if I'm not within the vicinity." Severus stood to pace. "I cannot bear losing someone again." Harry stood, wrapping his arms around his waist, head pressed against his back. "I love you," he whispered against him. Severus stiffened, old fears and immediate thoughts of self loathing coming instantly to his lips. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. I just want to spend my life with you." The words were effortless, eloquent, adding warmth to Severus' chest. "Harry," he paused thinking of the right words. "Over the months I have come to trust you, and I see you are not the man I once thought. We will argue and we will rage at each other. It is foolish to think otherwise, we are individuals." Severus turned to look down at his mate. He sat them back down. "With your mother I was deeply hurt. While I did not feel romantic feelings for her, I felt abandoned and betrayed that she left with a man I perceived as an abusive bully. When you flee as a result of us having a disagreement that fear returns." "Hence you couldn't sleep." Harry's eyes were large. "I felt threatened by the feelings I have for you and it manifests as hurtful comments towards you. I tried to keep you at a distance, but I could not. My life has involved much pain and suffering, of losing things I thought important. I did not want you to be another loss." "Severus, I'm not going anywhere." There was a small smile on his face. "Thank you for explaining it to me." Harry manoeuvred them, so Severus was lying on his back, Harry's head resting on his chest. "I feel like I understand you better," Harry murmured after a few minutes.

"I am a very complex individual." Severus smiled at Harry's laugh. "That you are Severus Snape. So," Harry lifted himself up on one elbow. "Do you feel like you could tolerate me living with you again?" Eyebrows rose cheekily. Severus brought his hand around Harry's neck, twisting his fingers into the hair at the nape. "If I can tolerate teaching Mr Weasley to fight, I think I can manage you." His lips pressed against Harry's. As they kissed Severus could feel a sense of liberation never felt before. Everything had been bared for Harry to see, and his mate understood him. He felt a rush of gratitude towards Artemis, receiving a lazy mental growl in return. "Doesn't it feel like we can hide in here and forget everything that is going on? The war, Dumbledore, it's like it doesn't exist anymore," Harry murmured against his lips as they broke apart, echoing his thoughts. Severus groaned in agreement, melding their mouths together again. In this present time there was only him and Harry, nothing else mattered. How he wished he had been infected earlier in his life. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP As Severus' tongue pushed into his mouth, Harry grasped desperately at the front of his robes. Something had changed with the older man, Harry could just sense it. It was almost as if he had come to terms with something. And while he hadn't directly responded to Harry's admission of affection, he hadn't ridiculed him either. Harry knew that in his own way Severus loved him, it just wasn't in the man's nature to say it aloud. Rather than feeling angry and hurt by it, he finally understood why. He finally seemed to understand who his mate was. He moved so he was straddling the man, fingers ghosting over the many buttons of the dark robes. Severus smiled at him, hands resting on his hips as Harry undressed him slowly. Tanned calloused fingers brushed over alabaster skin, tentative, slow, as if knowing at any minute the werewolf would take control of the situation. Severus remained still, black eyes trained on his face. Harry removed every inch of clothing; skin flushing as he looked at his lover's naked body. A hand rested on his cheek, sensing his slight apprehension. Swallowing, Harry wrapped his hand around Severus, eyes drawn to the impressive length. This was something new, uncharted territory, and Harry could feel his heart pounding as he dragged his hand over the velvet skin. Severus groaned, body stretching in appreciation. Bolder, Harry added more pressure, moving up so he could kiss the man. Hands tangled in his hair, moans broke out between

kisses. Harry could feel small tremors in Severus' muscles. Hearing his moans, seeing the pleasure on his face finally allowed Harry to understand why Severus enjoyed pleasuring him. He felt flush with power. He was the one making Severus feel like this, he was responsible for the pleasure radiating across his body. "Harry, wait." His voice was barely a whisper, dark eyes saturated with lust. Harry released him instantly, moving so his trousers could be removed. Severus growled his approval at the lack of boxers. Severus sat, so Harry was now kneeling between stretched legs. Fingertips dragged across his skin, nails toying with his nipples. Harry reached his hands up, eager to finish what he had started. He groaned as they were bound behind his back, magic pulsating sharply from Severus. He knelt there, exposed to wandering fingers and tongue, panting as the pleasure pulsed in his blood. "Severus," he moaned, head falling back, neck exposed to the werewolf's careful bites. "Do you trust me Harry?" The voice was husky, barely constrained. "With my life." Severus turned him so his chest pressed against the back of the sofa, hands still bound. He nudged his knees apart slowly, running his tongue down the length of his spine. Harry felt a gentle pressure inside his mind, like someone was pressing their thumb in the space between your eyes. His eyes closed of their own accord as Severus used his occlumency to convey his own feelings of ecstasy. Hands kneaded the firm flesh of his behind, moving his hips back so his erection now brushed the sofa instead of being crushed against it. He could feel the sensations of both physical and mental pleasure, Severus' excitement adding to his own. Harry felt liberated, his inhibitions dissolving even as Severus' tongue delved, hand snaking round to stroke him. His head fell against the sofa, knees barely holding him. Hands were everywhere, pulling at his hips, tugging at his erection, moving his cheeks for deeper access. Harry willingly pushed himself against his mate, receiving more mental stimulation as Severus' joy at his willingness increased. Harry could see it in his minds eyes, a purple flame that was Severus, enveloping him in an embrace, teasing him still further. Looking down at himself Harry realised he could no longer see a physical form, his body glowed gold like the rays of the sun. Rather than being afraid, Harry embraced the change, melding himself fully with the energy that was his mate. He felt his body being entered, the purple flame flickering wildly in response to Harry's own emotions.

There was no one but the two of them, surrounded by each other's love and passion. Harry gave himself completely to Severus, feeling his elation and protectiveness. A howl echoed around them as Severus reached completion, the sheer euphoria dragging Harry with him. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus felt bereft, lying on Harry's back. He had never experienced anything like that, the joining of two bonded souls. His breaths were ragged, his heart painful in his chest. "What was that?" "A branch of occlumency. When we bonded a part of our souls wrapped around each other, binding us. I simply allowed our mental minds to join as well as our bodies." "It was so intimate." Harry sighed blissfully, groaning as Severus' weight finally eased from his back. Severus trailed his fingers down the side of Harry's face, smiling in wonder at what he had. They lay together on the sofa in a comfortable silence, Severus' hand tracing lazy patterns over Harry's back. "I am glad you decided to come back. The rooms have been quiet without you." He felt Harry's smile against his bare skin. Harry stretched and sat. "I'm going for a shower, care to join me?" "Your friends will wonder where you are soon." "Well, they can just bloody wait can't they?" Harry pressed a quick kiss against his knuckles. "Are you coming?" Severus rose, pulling Harry with him. "Lead the way." In the shower Severus took his time cleaning Harry's body, memorising every inch, rubbing the tension from muscled shoulders. Harry melted beneath his ministrations. When finished, Severus just held the boy close to him. Harry said nothing, wrapping his own arms around his back in comfort. The spray pattered off their bodies, the steam wrapping them in a misty fog. Even when it started to grow cold they remained locked in a desperate embrace. When Severus felt Harry begin to shiver, he turned off the taps, wrapping a warm towel around his mate's body. "It feels a little awkward." Harry voiced in the bedroom, watching Severus getting dressed. "Doesn't it?" Severus sighed and sat on the bed, inviting Harry with a sweep of an arm. "I just cannot believe how foolish we've been. The months spent unknowing what the other felt, the uncertainty. Artemis tried to tell me all along, and I kept telling him he couldn't understand the complexity of human relationships." "Maybe Artemis isn't a curse after all."

"No," Severus threaded his fingers in Harry's. "Perhaps he is a blessing of sorts." "I think you should bring Mr Weasley and Miss Granger tonight to your session. You missed the last one." "Thank you Severus." "It is imperative I test their individual skills. Then the reminder of the evening will be spent catching up on what you have missed." Severus ran his hand through Harry's hair. "I have spoken to the other Professors regarding your 'private lessons.' I'm proud of you. Minerva tells me you have mastered the Homorphus spell and Incarcerous. Pomona has told the staff that you are able to identify Dittany and Valernin root. I will teach you how to make Essence of Dittany and the Draught of Living Death. I believe after your recent classes you are more than capable." Harry's smile was radiant, eyes vibrant with the praise. "I'll speak to them at dinner." He knew that Harry couldn't convey with words how much this meant to him, but as the young man pulled him to the bed Severus thought he might do a damn good telling him with his lithe body. TBC

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Chapter 31 He honestly didn't know what Harry saw in the man. Ron watched Hermione battling with the snarky git, his arms stinging from the lacerations caused by hexes. Harry sat next to him, concentrating on keeping the shield around them strong. Their shoulders were touching, and Ron could smell the salt from his sweat. Hermione was surprising the three of them. Ron knew she was intelligent, yet he hadn't seen her fight before. She was aggressive, stealthy and formidable. Snape's yellowed teeth were bared, lank hair in disarray. He chanced a glance at Harry. His friend was happy. Ron would even go so far as to say ecstatic. It was as though Harry had found the place he belonged. He sighed. He had always thought Harry's place was with him and Hermione. His eyes focused back on the former Death Eater. He knew about werewolf bonds, that they weren't something to be trifled with. If the werewolf, or Artemis as they called him, was destined to be Harry's matewell that was the end of it. Ron had no trouble with Harry being gay; he had been more upset that Harry hadn't confided in him. Hermione had sat up late with him many nights, trying to explain that Muggles weren't as accepting as gay relationships as those in the wizarding world. Well, Ron already knew they were behind, imagine trying to burn witches! Ron could see why Harry might have been reluctant to share the information with him. He wouldn't want to admit that he would have to be married to Snape of all people. Not that Harry seemed to mind that. Hermione and Harry had grown closer ever since the Triwizard tournament. It was his own fault; he did have the Weasley temper after all. Neither of his friends understood what it was like to be surrounded with achievement. They were both only children. Ron felt himself wince, ignoring Harry's look of concern. The Potter's might have gone on to have more children, and Ron knew how much Harry wanted his parents back. It wasn't his fault that you-know-who decided to mark him. But stillRon always wished he could be special in some small way. He had to top Head Boy and Qudditch Captain and that was near impossible. An Auror position might be enough to impress his parents; hence he had carried on with potions.

Watching Hermione fall to the ground with his heart in his throat he knew it was important she see him as special. He couldn't help the slight jealousy at his best friend's relationship. Ron knew that if Harry hadn't bonded with Snape that there might have been a chance his two best friends might have ended up together. Harry didn't challenge Hermione or annoy her like he did. "That's enough." Snape's voice caught his attention. The blue hue surrounded them vanished, allowing him to rush towards Hermione. She was bruised, her lip split, eyes shining from battle. "I swear Hermione Granger, you never cease to amaze me," he told her, patting her down quickly for other injuries. "That because you underestimate her. Witches are just as fierce in battle as wizards." Snape walked over to them. "Thank you professor." "Credit where it is due Miss Granger. Now Mr Potter, I believe it is your turn?" "How come you're not tired?" Ron blurted, cringing as all eyes faced him. "I have experienced many duels Mr Weasley. I have developedstamina." His eyes turned to Harry. Now that's just gross. Ron shook his head to rid the images. "You may stay and glean some helpful information, or you may spend the rest of the evening back in your tower." His back bristled. That sounded like a direct challenge. "I think it'd be wise to witness how you and Harry duel sir," Hermione answered. "Is that a problem with you Mr Potter?" Why can't you just call him Harry? "No sir." "Very well. I suggest you both take refuge in the corner like before." Ron resisted any parting words. "You realise we've never actually seen Harry duel." Hermione whispered as she cast the shielding spell. Her fingertip was pressed to her bleeding lip. "Sure we have," Ron scoffed.

"Name one." "Well"Ron thought back. "We saw him in the department of mysteries." "And when while fighting for your life did you have time to look back and observe Harry?" Hermione smiled. "We know Harry's powerful," Ron began. "Hence the shield every time he gets angry," Hermione finished, nudging him with her elbow. "I think they're about to begin." Harry had taken up position, arm loose, fingers clutching his wand. Green eyes narrowed in concentration. "It is my intention that you learn to draw on my magic tonight Mr Potter. Recall what you saw this morning, try to focus on that, drawing the magic to you whilst duelling. Is that clear?" "Oh my." Hermione blushed. "What?" Ron felt himself frowning. "I believe Professor Snape might be referring to a sexual encounter." "How could you possibly know that?" Ron spat, scrunching his nose up. "Have you noticed how happy Harry seems today? Besideswe talk." "I don't want to know." Ron shoved his fingers in his ears. It was Harry that attacked first, his signature spell of Expelliarmus. Snape countered easily, firing his own barrage of spells; spells that moment ago were ripping into his own body. Harry had little difficulty deflecting them, making both their jaws drop. It went on for a few minutes, the spells increasing in ferocity and speed. Both duellists wore cuts on their robes, both breathing heavily. "I've never seen Harry like this," Ron whispered. "I don't thinkI don't think he's even concentrating fully on the duel. He's trying to concentrate on using Snape's magic." A look of triumph crossed over Harry's face. "Salvio Hexia!" The shield took on a purplish hue as it surrounded him. A few spells ricocheted off the shield, but Harry seemed under no stress. "He's done it," Hermione breathed in wonder.

Even Snape managed a small smile despite the sweat dripping down his face. Rather than stop the potion's master increased his attack. "Where is he getting all this energy from?" Ron asked. "Severus Snape is an accomplished duelist. I think he could easily out pace us all. He's using more complex spells now." "Imperio." "He can't use that!" Ron leapt to his feet. The curse shattered the shield easily, catching Harry in its grip. Harry looked down at his wand dreamily before turning it on them. Hermione got to her feet, wand extended. Harry's lips were moving, but sound wasn't escaping. "Come on Harry, you've done it before," Ron hissed through clenched teeth. The wand dropped to the floor, Harry shook his head as though ridding of it of cobwebs. The next curse caught him on his shoulder, knocking him heavily to the floor. "Come on Potter, you can do it faster than that." Harry stood once more, his cheek grazed from his impact. "Confringo!" Ron suppressed a cheer as he saw Snape fly across the room, smoke rising from his robes. "I never thought Harry could be this powerful." Hermione had her hand to her mouth. "We always knew he was strong." "No, Ron, you don't understand. Harry shouldn't have this sort of magic at his age. Snape was an elite Death Eater; he's been trained to stand up to the Auror's. This is unbelievable." "Protego Horribilis." Another shield, this time the purple hue was stronger, replacing the shield's usual blue. "Crucio." Their breathing hitched in horror. "Harry no!" Ron was racing towards his friend writhing in pain before he knew what was happening. A spell flew over head, barely missing him, but he only had eyes for his friend. He was convulsing in agony, tears running down his face. It lasted only a few seconds, and he was left, twitching on the floor. "Ron, move," Harry whispered thickly.

"No, this has to stop." He raised his wand, pointing it at Snape. "Stay away." Snape raised his hands in front of his chest, showing he meant no harm. "You're sick. What kind of person does that to someone they're bonded to?" He lifted Harry into his arms, resting his back on his legs. "Are you alright?" "It's training Ron, he has to push me. Voldemort wouldn't stop, wouldn't hesitate to kill." Harry's eyelids fluttered shut. "The Cruciatus curse can only be correctly performed if the caster intends harm. You wanted to hurt him!" Ron shielded his friend, wand outstretched. "Ron." Hermione stood beside Snape. She leant forward, attempting to pull him away from Harry. "No Hermione, this isn't right. I don't care if he's a professor or a werewolf, he wanted to hurt Harry. I won't let you," Ron spat, glaring up at the taller man. "Your loyalty to your friend is admirable Weasley." Snape pulled Harry away from him gently. He felt Hermione's arms wrap around his waist in comfort. "Harry knew of the dangers, we had discussed it. I cannot show restraint, it will not help him." It was then Ron saw it. Concern. The man was hiding it well, but he was concerned for Harry. The lines around his mouth were tight, his eyes wide without the malice he was used to seeing. Numb, Ron allowed Snape to lift Harry up in his arms, holding back the choke at the sight of his friend's lifeless limbs. "Rennervate." Harry's eyes snapped open, a small gasp escaping his lips. "That curse is a bitch," he muttered. Snape placed him back on his feet slowly, keeping on hand on the small of Harry's back. "Are you alright?" Snape asked gently. Harry didn't answer, instead turning to Ron who was still being held by Hermione. "Are you ok?" "Merlin Harry, you've just been under the Cruciatus curse and your asking me?" Ron shrugged off Hermione's arms and reached out for his friend who hugged him in return. "I should have warned you I'm sorry." Harry spoke into his shoulder, tremors shaking through his legs. Ron released him, back into Snape's arms. Harry spared a brief look for Hermione with her eyes huge with unshed tears.

"Voldemort and the Death Eaters will not hesitate in using the Unforgivables or any other illegal or dark magic. Now, while I'm not suggesting we be subjected to these curses, I think it's important that we learn how to defend ourselves from them." Harry's voice was firm. "I already know Salvia Hexia and Protego Horribilis," Hermione informed. "That's because you already taught them to Harry," Ron snorted. "The knowledge behind the spell and the casting are vastly different as you know Miss Granger. Your dueling skills are impressive. I'm glad to see that both of you possess magic past your school years. However, you would not live to see another day against an army from the Dark Lord." "Will you teach us? We've leant all our advanced magic from Harry, as has the DA. Imagine what we could do if you taught us." Hermione was practically giddy. "While we are searching the countryside for Horcruxes I will begin instruction, not before." Snape's hand rested on Harry's shoulder. "Professor Dumbledore does not know of this intention. You would be wise to keep it a secret." The black eyes were glaring at him. "I don't betray my friends," Ron snarled. "Stop it," Harry told Snape. He shifted so he could turn to look at the man. "You'll need to trust them like I do if this is going to work." Ron could feel Hermione beside him attempting to suppress the giggle. He was biting the inside of his lip at the face of barely concealed indignation on Snape's face. "Very well, Hermione, Ron." Snape addressed them both in turn. Hermione smiled, Ron could barely get his jaw up from the ground. "I trust Harry has informed you about Lupin?" "We spoke about it earlier, that and Greyback," Ron answered, trying not to mention how weird it was Snape was using their names. "I believe it might be to our advantage to meet up with his pack. I agree with Harry when I tell you that you will not be returning to school as of next year. There are things in motionthings that will happen within the month." "Voldemort is waiting for something to happen. I don't know what it is, and Severus can't tell me." Ron shared a look with Hermione. "Malfoy," she mouthed subtly. "Greyback will seek Harry after the next full moon. He will not stop hunting until he is killed. It is my belief that Lupin's pack might help with this."

"Wait, we won't be travelling with them will we?" "What's wrong with werewolves?" Snape challenged. "No Ron, Severus just wants to know what they're up to. To see if they can help us in any way. Besides, I think Remus deserves to know he'll be a father soon," Harry answered with a yawn. "You need to rest." Snape was beside him in an instant. "We'll go back to the tower then. See you tomorrow Harry, Severus." Ron gazed at Snape skeptically for a few moments. "I still don't trust you." "Ron!" Hermione admonished. "I think given the circumstances surrounding my past that is a wise idea. Harry and I are bonded and I cannot hurt him. Besides training," he added at Ron's look of disgust. "Artemis sees both you and Hermione as part of this pack, and with that comes both his and my protection. It is still up to you if you wish to accompany us on this journey." "Harry is my best friend, my brother. If this is what he needs to do then I'll be behind him." Snape regarded him for a few moments and inclined his head. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Ron directed at Harry. "I have a meeting with Dumbledore in the evening, but maybe we could go flying in the afternoon?" Harry waved goodbye before following Snape, still leaning on the older man's arm. "I never thought I'd say this, but I can see it you know. Snape, he really does care for Harry." "Yeah, they both do. You ok?" Hermione laced her fingers through his. "I meant what I said. I'd follow Harry to the ends of the earth it's justjust we're leaving everything we know. Hogwarts has been home for years. What if we never come back? What if my parents worry about me." He squeezed her fingers. "It all seems so trivial, when Harry is the one risking his life." "I'm scared too," Hermione whispered. Ron felt his shoulders sink in relief. "Thank Merlin." "I'm going to obliviate my parents in the holidays." Tears were in her eyes again. "They're Muggles, they won't understand, and I don't want them to worry about me either." "That's really brave Mione." Ron pulled his trembling friend closer. "It's different when I hug you, you know," he whispered into her hair. "What do you mean?" Her voice was thick from her tears.

"When I hugged Lavender it was no different from hugging Harry. With youI don't know. I guess I feel special for the first time." He could feel his ears burn. "Oh Ron." Her head pressed against his chest. His chin came down to rest on her bushy hair, just enjoying the moment. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus held his arm stiffly at his side, the invisible pressure of Harry pulling it at an awkward angle. He knew it was imperative that Harry learn fast, yet hearing the slow heavy footsteps on the floor beside him filled him with guilt. "We're almost there," Severus whispered, feeling a squeeze to his arm in response. "Who are you talking to?" Severus froze, hearing the sharp intake of breath from Harry. "I find, Mr. Malfoy, that speaking to oneself is a brilliant way to sort thoughts. Why are you out after curfew?" "Never mind that." Draco shook his hand, an attribute learnt from his father. "I've finished it, the cabinet, it's fixed." "Foolish boy," Severus moved with speed, pining Draco to the stone wall. "Do not speak of such things here." "When am I to talk to you then? You've been avoiding me for most of the year! Then you had the nerve to leave me in the room of requirement. You're meant to be assisting me." Draco pushed Severus away from him. "People are following me." "You're in a school Draco, surround by students." Grey eyes narrowed dangerously, but he was not foolish enough to challenge him directly. "I know that! This is different, these are Potter's lackeys. I see them everywhere, watching me. They know!" Draco hissed. "We cannot speak of this here. I will collect you from the common room at lunch time tomorrow. Then we will discuss your plan." "Very wellprofessor," he sneered, barging past. "He looks awful," Harry whispered when the boy disappeared from sight "He does not have strength of character needed to bear this burden." "And I don't suppose you can tell me what that might be?"

Severus resumed walking to their quarters, only remembering to wait for Harry after a few footfalls. In the safety of their quarters Harry dropped the cloak, sitting heavily in front of the hearth. Flicking his wand to ignite the flames, Severus sat by his desk watching Harry bask in the warmth. "How are you feeling?" Harry closed his eyes, flopping down to his back. "Exhausted." "You handled the Cruciatus curse well. Was it your first time?" "No. After the Triwizard tournament when Cedric died. That was my first experience." Green eyes looked haunted. "You know there is no defensive spell I can teach you to counteract it?" "Yeah, I already know. Normally I avoid it by hiding behind objects." Harry sat back up yawning. "Having a strong will allows you to stand up to its effects. If the caster is the Dark Lord however, then I fear there are none that can stand up to his casting." "Oh you have such faith in me." Harry smiled, getting up to come sit on his lap. "Harry, even I would be writhing in pain from his ministrations. What I was going to suggest was you need to be faster at casting then he is. You need to anticipate his moves, interrupting the incantation might just save you." "I understand." Harry let his forehead press against his shoulder. "Are your 'lackeys' following Draco Malfoy?" Harry pulled away, meeting his gaze steadily. "Yes." There was no hesitation. "Very well." It was all Severus could say in the matter. "Are they ready to fight if needed?" "Oh, I'm sure they'll live up to the name army." Harry chuckled. Severus buried one of his hands in Harry's hair. "You have loyal friends. Weasley did not hesitate to come to your aid when you were injured. Even after casting a spell at him for interrupting he did not waver." "They're both true friends." "I apologise for causing you pain." Severus felt a weight settle in his stomach. Harry drew back so they were eye level. "Severus, if you don't help prepare me I will experience worse pain later on, perhaps even leading to eventual death." "I swore I would keep you safe." He could feel both human side and werewolf fighting with the other.

"This is keeping me safe." Harry climbed off. "I'm going to bed, coming?" Severus pressed his lips to Harry's. "I understand what I'm doing. It does not make the burden of hurting you any easier. I will join you in a moment." Severus watched him leave, gauging by his stance if he required a potion or not. He remained sitting by his desk for a few minutes, thinking about the duel. It had taken much of his strength to get his curses past Harry's reinforced shield. He was proud of his young mate. Severus could allow the faint stirrings of hope in his heart. Harry would be ready to face the Dark Lord. If Lupin could get his pack to agree to fight with the wizards then that increased their odds dramatically. Of course he couldn't tell Harry that he wanted some sort of defence posted at Hogwarts. With Albus dead Severus knew the Dark Lord would want him to take control as headmaster. The school would be under Death Eater control. If he left with Harry, then that put Minerva in danger. It was foolish to rely on Scrimgeour's protection. With Umbridge beginning to pull the strings at the Ministry it would only be a matter of time before they were in the Dark Lord's pocket also. Clicking his fingers a glass tumbler was conjured, a quick accio brought the necessary whisky. Draco Malfoy. So, he had finished repairing the vanishing cabinet. Severus had never believed the boy would be able to complete it, now Severus was closer than ever in needing to kill Albus. How long could he be persuaded to hold off calling reinforcements? He would need to convince Draco to wait until the headmaster was weak, a call to the Order needed to be made, to stand on alert for possible Death Eater attacks at Hogwarts. Severus downed the glass. All this could be done tomorrow. At the moment he had his mate waiting for him in bed, and he was going to enjoy every moment of happiness he could before it might be snatched away from him. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry drew his head out of the pensive gasping, feeling the warm hand of Dumbledore on his back. "Are you alright Harry?" He waved the man off, stumbling towards the chair. Fawkes peered down at him, ruffling his wings. His beady eyes focused on Harry for a moment, contemplating before he hopped off his perch to walk across the desk. Panting, Harry glanced at the fire bird shuffling towards him. Holding out his forearm, Fawkes hopped on, letting out a musical trill. Warmth flared in Harry's stomach, chasing his fatigue away.

"I apologise Harry. Perhaps I was over eager?" Dumbledore stood beside him, offering him a glass of water. "I've learnt so much. It's just hard to take it in." Harry downed the glass in gulps. In the few hours he'd been in the headmaster's office, Harry had witnessed three substantial memories, listening to a detailed explanation about each one. Voldemort was a magpie, stealing from a young age. Harry watched the young boy collect trophies and smuggle them into his room. He had learnt that Voldemort's blood purity ideas were so strong that he murdered his father, his grandparents, almost in an act of revenge for leaving him alone. Harry's thoughts had once again strayed to Remus' unborn child, strengthening his resolve to find this new werewolf pack. Then there was the memory from an old house elf. This had shown him an important treasure, Hufflepuff's cup. Harry already knew about the locket, he hadn't realized Voldemort might have created all the founders artefacts into Horcruxes. Now having seen him as a young boy hording, Harry felt he understood his enemy better. "I have one last memory to show you Harry, a recently acquired one from our very own Professor Slughorn. Would you prefer to wait? I understand it is late." Harry stood. "No, this was the one you wanted to show me, I'm fine." Blue eyes regarded him for a long moment. "Very well. Look into the pensive please Harry." Dumbledore placed an empty glass vial on the floor. Harry lingered near the shimmering surface, not quite ready to immerse his head. "I must confess I too am nervous. I have yet to witness this memory." Dumbledore peered into the swirling pool, a hand toying with his beard. "Then it's good we're doing this together." The headmaster smiled, offering Harry his unblemished hand before their souls both dove towards the memory. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus had waited patiently for hours. That was something he had perfected. He knew Albus was showing Harry memories, divulging information that he thought important for the Horcrux hunt. He felt uneasy, fingers plucking at stray pieces of lint on his sleeves. Harry would tell him everything he learnt tonight, but Severus couldn't shake the feeling that things were beginning to spiral out of his control.

He had run out of time. Draco was on the verge of bringing the battle here to Hogwarts, it had taken all afternoon to convince him to wait until an opportune moment. He sighed, slapping his palms on his thighs. In a few short weeks Greyback would come, waiting for an answer, and if Albus had not been killed then the Dark Lord would be swiftly on his heels. He rose and stood in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the frame. His eyes swept past Harry's trunk, his rumpled side of the bed. If he inhaled he could just about scent him in the air. "You have done well," Artemis interrupted. "Mate is protected, loved and he returns these feelings, for the both of us." "He trusts me and he is aware that Albus knows about whatever is to come to pass. But still I fear he will not forgive me." "Mate will forgive. He knows the old one is behind this, his trust in us is strong." "I feel like everything is slipping away from me," Severus confided. In part it was an admission to himself. "Seek out information," Artemis offered simply. His lips lifted. The beast had a point. Knowledge of the situation would help put him at ease. The more information he acquired, the better chance he had at securing his relationship for the future. Eyes fixated on Harry's trunk. While it was not a difficult spell to render oneself invisible, Albus would sense the magic as soon as he entered the office. He knelt beside the trunk, pulling the silk cloak onto his lap. Would Harry mind? "Mate has given everything to you. He shares his space, his body." Severus nodded to himself, Artemis was right, Harry already shared everything. As he was closing the trunk something caught his eye. A piece of flint. "Does this mean anything to you?" The remembered words echoed in his mind. It never meant anything to Severus. It was Artemis that had found it, presented it as a token of his intentions. He turned it over in his hand. For some reason he felt compelled to take it. Straightening with cloak in hand, Severus left his quarters a plan formulating in his mind. Albus might be aware of another magical presence; he needed something to mask himself. Outside the stone gargoyle the idea came to him. Harry's magic.

Slipping the cloak over his shoulders, he crept up the stone stairs. At the closed entrance he waited, listening. Silence. Tentatively he pushed open the door. The phoenix turned at the sound. Severus waited, breath held until it turned its crimson head back to his master. It was just as he suspected, Albus and Harry stood by the pensive, eyes unfocused. He selected a spot in the far corner and turned his gaze back to the pair. Severus drew Harry's magic to him like a gold shroud, covering his magic signature until he was sure Albus would only feel Harry's magic throughout the office. Albus moved first, clutching the end of his desk. Harry was slower to come around, exhaustion swamping him. He bit his tongue in annoyance, just how many memories had Albus shown him? "It was you that first gave me the idea of Horcruxes Harry," Albus told Harry, in answer to his perplexed expression. He sat on his usual side of the desk, indicating Harry do the same. Reaching into his drawer after silently casting a powerful unlocking charm, Albus placed a book near Harry. "The diary?" Shifting silently on the balls of his feet, Severus could see an ugly hole burnt right through the centre. "Yes, the one you destroyed with a basilisk fang. It occurred to me that if Tom would be so careless with this one Horcrux then he was undoubtedly planning to make more." "Would that explain why he looks less human?" "A shrewd assessment. Tom has been mutilating his soul, thus transforming him into the pitiful creature you see today." Severus felt revulsion churn in his stomach. It was only Albus that could speak so candidly about a feared being. The image of this Lord less than human still frightened him. "So, the diary is destroyed as is the Gaunt ring. I'm willing to bet my beard that Hufflepuff's cup and Slytherin's locket have also been turned into Horcruxes, and something belonging to Rowena Ravenclaw." "What about Godric Gryffindor's artefact?" Severus knew the answer. "The only artefact Gryffindor left us was his sword." Their eyes all swung to the wall on which it was mounted. Severus knew of the legend, that it was made from silver, crafted by Goblins. Albus had once hinted that this sword would one day help Harry in his quest, even going so far as to make him promise to give it to Harry. Severus could see all the dots, the pieces of information, he just couldn't connect them.

"I believe that Nagini is another Horcrux. She is the only living creature he allows close to him." "Once all these Horcruxes are destroyed will Voldemort die?" "Without his Horcruxes, Voldemort will be a mortal man with a maimed and diminished soul. Never forget, though, that while his soul may be damaged beyond repair, his brain and his magical power remain intact. It will take uncommon skill and power to kill a wizard like Voldemort, even without his Horcruxes." "So, I'll still have to kill him?" "That task has always fallen to you Harry." Severus' mind was working over time. The prophecy said that neither could die while the other survived. What if it was referring to the fact that Harry was himself a Horcrux like they thought? If the Horcrux in Harry could be destroyed, as with the others, than anyone could kill the Dark Lord. "He is mine." Artemis growled. "I know it is late Harry, but there is one more thing I must ask of you. I believe I know where the locket is being held. I needed to confirm my suspicions before I sought it. Will you accompany me tomorrow night?" Harry eagerly nodded. "I believe it wise we keep this a secret between us. Severus is one of the senior staff here at Hogwarts. I don't like to leave the castle unguarded." "Over my dead body are you taking my mate on a dangerous mission without me." TBC Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM

The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to

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Chapter 32 Whew! It feels like all my time at the moment has been dedicated to writing this story. This must be the most frequent I've ever updated! I'm sad to say the next chapter will be the last one, it's been a long journey writing this, and I'm thankful to all the support and praise I've received along the way. It always makes a difference when I know people are waiting eagerly for the next instalment, honestly! HPHPHPHPHP Severus felt immense satisfaction at seeing Albus surprised for once in his life. The question was burning on the man's lips, Severus knew it, but he would not ask Severus how he shielded his magic. No, Albus was too proud for that. His eyes slid over to where Harry was sitting. His mouth opened into an o, finally understanding. "Severus, how nice of you to join us." The words were clipped, even Harry noticed. "I understand your desire to protect you mate, but Hogwarts will need protection while I am away. I will give my life to protect Harry if anything goes awry." "There are others to protect the school Albus, Minerva, the Order. I cannot sit here and wait while you take Harry into danger." Severus stood beside his mate, handing him the borrowed cloak. "Can I say something?" Harry muttered. "Your position as spy is too valuable Severus. If you are discovered to be helping me and Harry then Tom will not trust you with his mission." Albus' cheeks were reddening, desperately trying to speak around the truth. "I am leaving with Harry when he goes to search for Horcruxes, whether or not you approve Albus." "You are jeopardising everything you fool!" "That's enough!" Harry stood, his chair falling to the ground. "I know there is something going on between you, and that it involves Malfoy and Voldemort. Now I know you can't tell me, but stop speaking about me like I'm not here."

Fawkes emitted a hacking cough sounding suspiciously like bird laughter. "Severus is right, he should come with us. I've asked him to come with me. Hermione and Ron have agreed, the more people I can trust with this mission the better. Severus' knowledge of Voldemort and of dark magic will be of more use to me saving the world then he would be as Voldemort's spy." "Is that the only reason I'm accompanying you?" He couldn't help the question spilling out. Harry's hand grabbed his. "No, because I need you by my side Severus, I can't do this without you." "Very well." Albus deflated exhaustion and defeat showing in his face. "Meet me at Hogsmead at eight tomorrow. Tell your associate that this would be the best time to implement his plan," Tired eyes focused on Severus. "He's already ready." Albus smiled, a small sad smile and turned his attention to Harry. There was almost a wistful yearning in his face as he studied the boy. "I'll see you tomorrow then Harry. Destroying this Horcrux brings us closer to our goal." "I wish we knew where the others were." "If I find any information I'll be sure to share it with you." "Goodnight sir." Severus didn't spare a backwards glance as they left together. At the bottom of the stairs Harry covered himself with his cloak. Harry was deep in thought, so he left him alone as they walked down to their quarters. "I wouldn't have left without you," Harry blurted as soon as the door shut behind them. "I know." Severus took the cloak from his shoulders. "I apologize if it was rude of me to borrow your possession without my asking." Harry looked confused. "The invisibility cloak? Severus, you can borrow whatever you want," he laughed. "Just don't go moving my school work about. I have a very disorganized system." "I'm glad you would not have left without me." Severus rested his hand on Harry's shoulder. "We're in this together aren't we? As cheesy as it sounds," Harry grinned. "Do you wish to share what you have learnt from the Pensieve memories?" "Just that Voldemort killed his father and grandparents in revenge, and he used to hoard things in the orphanage. It explains why the Horcruxes are artefacts. When did you join our conversation?" "When Albus placed a diary on the desk."

"So, you already know our theory about the remaining Horcruxes." "Knowing what the objects are does not make seeking them easier," Severus pressed his fingers into his temples. "No, but it's a start." "Would you like a hot drink?" Severus moved to his desk, wand ready. "Tea please." "Usually I would summon an elf, but I think I'll be able to manage today." With a flick a teapot shook itself out from a dusty corner, accepted the conjured water and teabag, settling itself near the fire. "This associate of yours," Harry sat down, holding his mug. "It wouldn't happen to be Malfoy would it?" Severus didn't and couldn't answer, watching the steam slowly rise from the teapot spout. "I wish you could tell me," Harry rested his head on his palm, studying him. "Harry, do you have any plans tomorrow?" "Nothing concrete, some homework needs doing." "I would like to spend a day with you. Not thinking about Horcruxes, or this quest, or anything other than just us two. Does that sound appealing to you?" Severus brought the teapot to them, pouring some in Harry's mug. "No milk or sugar I'm afraid." "That's ok. I just wanted something hot to warm up." Harry blew across the surface, making little amber waves before taking a small sip. "Tomorrow sounds great. It's a shame we can't go to Hogsmead, even a walk around the lake sounds exciting." "Is that something you want to do?" Severus held his own mug in his hands, just enjoying the warmth as he reclined in his chair. "I understand we can't go outside together. There's Voldemort to consider and the students. I know our relationship has to stay secret, it's just" Harry trailed off, drinking more tea. "Just what Harry?" There was a huge exhale of breath from his young mate. "I feel a bit claustrophobic staying in just our quarters. I'd like to be able to go out in the world with you, do things that normal people can do. I probably sound immature." He shrugged his shoulders, offering a small smile. "I might have a solution to your problem," Severus thought aloud, tapping the side of his mug. "If you stay under the invisibility cloak I'm going to look like I'm talking to myself, and people don't tend to leave me alone when I'm by myself."

"Interesting thought, but not one I had in mind." HPHPHPHPHPHPHP "You want my hair?" Hermione asked over the table, trying to keep her voice down. "It's so Artemis and I can spend a few hours outside. Please Hermione," Harry pleaded. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Let's say I do allow Artemis to be me for a few hours, what am I supposed to do? Sit in the tower? In my bed? It won't take long for someone to work out there's two of me," Hermione bit into her toast. Harry felt his mouth stretch in a triumphant grin. "Ah that's the best bit Hermione. Artemis says you can use his personal library while we're gone." Her hand froze halfway to her mouth, her eyes growing large. "I can read any of his books? No restrictions?" "That's what he said." "What time?" "An hour or so? Let's enjoy our breakfast first," Harry laughed. "Do you think he'll let me take some notes?" She leaned forward, brown eyes earnest. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP The sun was warm on both their backs as they walked. They'd picked the far side of the lake, narrowing the chances of people coming across them. "This is strange," Harry told Severus, considering their positions. "I'm not used to you being taller than me," Hermione's face smiled. "I'm not used to you being female Severus," Harry laughed. Using the Polyjuice potion had been an unusual idea by Severus, but it did allow them to leave their quarters. Under the guise of Hermione, Severus had been a little gruff with passing students, who looked at her in bewilderment. Eventually Harry had elbowed him, telling him to be at least pleasant. Severus stopped near a huge rock, half submerged in the lake. "This used to be my favourite place as a student." He climbed up to sit on its warm surface, moving aside as Harry joined him. "It was always quiet here, hardly any students ever come this far." They sat in peaceful silence, Severus hand covering Harry's. "Your hand is smaller like this," Harry chuckled, entwining his fingers with unusually smooth ones.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked after a long length of silence. "Not that I don't appreciate this, I just get a feeling there's something bothering you." Hermione's eyes narrowed, her face betraying sadness far easier than Severus' face ever could. "I am fearful," he whispered at last. "About what?" "What Albus spoke to you about as we were leaving, the question you asked me last night." Harry tried to sift through the hidden meaning. "The associate? You mean Malfoy? What about him?" Severus tried to form the words, the unbreakable vow still affecting him even with a different body. "It's something to do with your promise isn't it?" Silence. "I am fearful that our time is coming to an end," he mumbled finally. "Why would you say that?" Harry could feel his temper simmer, but he tried to remain calm. "When events come to pass, you will feel resentment, even hatred towards me." An unknown feeling began to swamp Harry, a shadow of foreboding. It pressed down on him, cooling his blood with fear. Severus had to do something that might result in Harry hating him? Whatever it was, it had to be terrible enough for Severus to think that. He heard the lake water lapping at the stone, thunderously loud in the awkward silence. "Severus whatever it is, I know you are under a vow, and that you will be killed if you don't fulfil it. Whatever it is you need to do it, I couldn't bear losing you, not now." Harry raised his arms, seeking comfort, stopping at the sight of his best friend. "It's still me beneath the potion." Harry sunk into the warmth, inhaling Hermione's familiar smell. Severus still hugged the same, despite his smaller feminine appearance. "There's nothing you could do that would make me hate you, not now," Harry told him sincerely. He already knew about the past Severus shared with his parents, he knew about his double role of spy and understood that working under the pretence of following Voldemort probably entailed some horrific acts. He accepted all of that about his mate.

"I love you, nothing can change that." Arms tightened around his back. "I know you've had to endure some bad things in the past, but I trust you, and I know Dumbledore has approved whatever it is you have to do. Who am I to answer to the great Dumbledore? He has his own frog card after all." "We should get back to the castle, take some rest before tonight. I'm sure even Miss Granger has had her fill of books." "Oh? You want to be sleeping do you?" Harry stood, offering his hand. "That'll be after you've worn yourself out screaming my name." Harry shuddered. "Hearing Hermione say that is just wrong, sorry." His hands gripped his sides in laughter, only realising his mistake when the cold water of the lake came rushing up to meet him. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP They met Albus at Hogsmead as instructed, both hidden under Harry's cloak. "Good evening gentlemen," Albus greeted them warmly, drawing them into a shadowed corner. "Are we ready to proceed?" The old man's eyes were fixed on Severus' above Harry's head. "Everything is in order Albus." The headmaster nodded his head, looking over Severus' shoulder at his school, proudly majestic in the distance. "Before we go there is one thing I must ask of you both." He folded his hands in front of him, face grave. "I need you both to promise that on this mission you will follow my orders, no matter how strange it might seem." Harry spared a glance for Severus, his fidgeting glance giving away his discomfort. "That is my condition if you chose to accompany me." "If Harry still wants to go then I agree Albus, but it is his decision," Severus muttered. "Is Severus going to be in danger?" His voice was small. Severus felt his heart go out to him, curling his arm around his shoulders in support. "It will be dangerous Harry, as is the task that befalls you. I swear that I will not ask you to do anything that will endanger your mate." Albus' eyes met Severus'. "Alright, I promise to do what you ask." "Thank you. We'll need to Apparate, Harry if you'd like to grab my arm. I heard you've not yet passed your Apparition test?"

Severus felt a growl rise in his throat, the influence of Artemis. "Mate is strong. The old one taunts him." "Albus likes to assert his dominance over others. He is a powerful wizard." Severus watched as Harry fumed, his green eye twitching a fraction. "His magic is stronger than the old one." "Harry doesn't know that yet." "Will you be alright to follow our trail Severus?" Albus interrupted, hand clasped over Harry's on his arm. "How about to take both of us with you Albus? Otherwise you'll leave me behind," Severus muttered the latter to himself. "Very well. Grab hold of my other arm." As Severus moved, he noticed that Harry was staring fixedly at the brick wall ahead of him, lips mumbling. As he went to ask Harry what the matter was, he found himself feeling sucked down a drain pipe, his curses at Albus echoing around them. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry fell to his hands and knees as they reappeared, fighting the nausea that always happened as a result of Apparition. "Are you well?" Hands rubbed his back, black robes billowing in his blurred view. "Harry has always hated Apparition. I must say it isn't like you to fuss Severus," Dumbledore's voice sounded amused. Severus sneered, and remained crouched by Harry's side. When the nausea subsided Harry began to notice his hands were clutching sharp, wet rock. A roaring noise assaulted him, a sound he had earlier attributed to ringing in his ears. Salt stung his nose, and when he felt able Harry sat up looking out to sea. "Where the hell are we?" Harry held out his hand for Severus to help him up, almost falling as the air buffeted them. "This is a cave that Tom was taken to as a small child." "How can you tell?" Severus challenged, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at him. He was nestled in Severus' arms. Harry allowed his mate to hold him, despite that fact he was quite able to stand on his own. Harry knew it was only fear that made Severus protective. "It has known magic. I know this is the place." Dumbledore's beard was plastered to his robe, his hair wild and mattered. Feeling the salt infused hair tug at his own scalp Harry knew he probably looked as bedraggled.

"How did Voldemort come here as a child?" Harry pulled away from Severus, shouting to make his voice heard over the wind. "Let's discuss this inside the cave," Severus pointed out wisely. "Ingenious idea Severus." Dumbledore lead the way over seaweed incrusted rocks, barely stumbling. Harry held his arms out at the side; his seeker's agility and nimbleness helping him traverse the rocks. Severus was close behind, hair whipping around his face, a scowl etched into his face. "Are you alright?" Harry stopped to let Severus catch up. "Keep walking!" Severus roughly pushed him forward, sea spray showering them. Harry bit his tongue, stumbling to where Dumbledore had stopped. "This is the entrance." Harry could see nothing but unyielding stone. Is this like the entrance to platform nine and three quarters? He wondered to himself, remaining still so as not to make a fool of himself. "It requires a payment of blood," Dumbledore's fingertips probed the wall. "What are you waiting for then Albus?" Severus challenged. Dumbledore didn't hesitate, slicing open his palm with a spell. He tipped it sideways; the mist in the air from the sea helped the blood slide down, pattering on the rocks. A deep rumble from the beneath their feet shook them all, Harry nearly tumbled but Severus was there once again. "I'm glad you're here," he shouted, pressing against Severus' soggy form in comfort. "It was foolish of Albus to bring you," Severus growled, ushering Harry into the dry cave. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPP Severus was shivering as they looked around, and if he were cold then surely...He tapped his wand to Harry's clothes, smiling with satisfaction as steam rose. Harry thanked him with a smile. How could Albus have thought to bring Harry here? Surely this was something he could have undertaken by himself? Severus was seething as Albus explained to Harry about the Dark Lord bringing other orphans here to scare them as a child. Severus set his own wand on himself relaxing as he felt warmth envelop him. They were in a dark cavern; the only source of light an emerald haze coming from the middle of an obsidian lake. "Lumos."

His deductions were correct. There was a small island in the middle of the lake, which looked to be Albus' goal. "Mate is not safe here," Artemis whined. Severus could feel something sharing the cavern with them, as a dark creature he was sensitive to the proximity of others. "I should have come on a full moon," he whispered. The lake ripped, drawing his attention. "Merpeople? Grindylow's?" he asked the murky surface. He moved closer peering into the inky depths. Fear froze his blood. He jumped back, head swinging wildly as he sought out Harry. Within seconds he was dragging him back towards the entrance. "You dare bring my mate to waters infested with Inferius!" Severus roared, turning so Albus could feel his full wrath. "Severus, wait," Harry was pleading under his arm. "Severus, we are perfectly safe if we do not disturb them," Albus' hands were up, his tone soothing. "Stop!" Harry shook himself free. "Tell me what's going on." "You assured me he would be safe. How is he safe here?" Severus exerted his will over Harry, trying to get him to bend to his will. "You will come with me, and we will wait for Albus to come back with the Horcrux. You are not going anywhere near those creatures." "Your eyes flashed amber." Harry's hand touched the side of his eye. "This really has you spooked." Green eyes looked over to the lake. "What are Inferius?" "Inferius are the dead, reanimated by a dark wizard," Albus explained. "Like zombies?" Harry's body stilled. "They are dangerous, especially when you have a horde of them a few feet away," Severus snarled. Harry watched him for a few minutes, and then turned his head to Albus, before finally glancing at the lake. "You say we're safe if we don't disturb them?" "You cannot be serious? Harry, you have no idea of the power these creatures have. If they decide to attack as one, I will be powerless to help you!" Severus wanted to throw himself to his knees and beg Harry to turn around. "Let me see them," Harry pushed Severus aside and walked to the water's edge. "Careful my boy."

Severus stood on the outside, cursing his fear. He was braver than this, he who faced the Dark Lord. Yet Harry and Albus hadn't seen what he had borne witness to in the first wizarding war. Victims of the Dark Lord's killing curse reanimated, tearing other victims to pieces while the Death Eater's watched in horror. No one should have the power to play with the dead. "We need to go ahead." Harry stood, his face ghastly white, but resolute. "Severus this is what we have to face," Harry spoke over his objections. "This is something I have to face." Severus looked at his young mate putting on a heroic face. He could see the twitching fingers, the clenched jaw. Harry was terrified, but willing to push forward. He finally understood why Gryffindor's were named for courage. "Very well." He strode over and crushed Harry to his chest for a few moments, pressing his lips to the top of his head. Within minutes Albus had summoned a boat and they were sailing across, trying not to look at the waxen, sunken faces staring at them. "I didn't mean to challenge you," Harry whispered. They sat at the back of the boat, a feeble attempt at privacy considering Albus was only a few meters away. The old wizard paid them no mind, his blue eyes scanning for potential danger. "When it comes to your protection all my instincts go haywire." Severus placed his hands in his lap. "I have seen these creatures before. I know what they are capable of." "I'm afraid too," Harry pressed against his shoulder. "I am the dominant male. I should be courageous, fearless, not trying to drag you from this." Severus tentatively placed a hand over Harry's. "You're brave for coming with us to the island. I feel safer knowing you'll watch my back, and with background experience you're the best one to fight thesethings." Harry swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. "We're here," Albus got down, offering his hand to Harry. Severus disembarked, wand ready at his side. His breathing was heavy, his heart racing. He was ready to fight to save Harry should they be swamped. Albus was speaking to Harry once more, but Severus was concentrating on remembered echoes, of people screaming in agony as they were torn, slowly, agonizingly. "What do you mean I have to make you drink it?" Harry's outrage had him back in the present. "The locket is at the bottom of the basin." Albus conjured a goblet, holding it towards the light as though inspecting the quality of it. Severus found his attitude grating.

"Tom would have not made it easy to consume. This was my condition if you recall." Severus recognised it was the Drink of Despair, and he understood why he needed Harry. "Would you rather I did what was required Harry? Someone should stand watch." Harry's face looked vulnerable in that moment, as though he'd like nothing more than to hide. "No, I agreed." "The Dark Lord would have accounted for the need of an extra person," Severus looked at the boat. "It's enchanted isn't it?" "Indeed, it can only carry an adult wizard." "Erm" Harry pointed at himself and Severus. "Tom frequently underestimates his opponents. He did not expect an underage wizard to attempt anything like this and as for Severus, his hatred for magical creatures is renowned. He wouldn't have thought to ward the cave against them. He views them as less than human." "I sometimes forget that the Dark Lord is a being with unparalleled intelligence, so lost is he in his crazed fog of blood purity. This hiding place is impenetrable." Severus admitted. "Yet here we are an old man, a teenager and a werewolf." There was silence for a few moments before Albus and Harry burst into laughter, even Severus smiled. "Let us begin." Albus plunged the goblet into the phosphorus liquid. Severus turned, unable to watch the process. The water was still, but he moved closer, body ready to attack. The Inferius must be here for a reason. He heard Albus stumble, heard Harry struggling to finish feeding Albus the potion. "No, no more I cannot." Albus feebly began to argue. "Come on sir, you're halfway there." Severus' heart clenched, but at whom he didn't know. He turned to watch, ready to offer support. "Harry, I'm so sorry. Forgive me for what I've put you through, for what I'm about to put you through. Severus is a good man. I was wrong, so wrong. Ariana? Can you ever forgive me?" His breath caught. Albus was sorry? "I only wanted the best for my students. It is my penance, but to break the bondthe bond of love" Albus' eyes rolled. "Severus?"

Severus couldn't ignore the broken desperation in Harry's voice. He came to their side, supporting Albus on his lap. His hands cradled Harry's as he ladled more poison into the man's mouth. "Take care of HarryHarry forgive himI knew, I instructed him. Ariana is this my punishment? Are you watching me? Hating me? Please no more." Harry hesitated. "Harry, Albus made you promise to do this. It is the only way to get to the locket." "Who am I meant to forgive? Malfoy? Who's Ariana?" "The Drink of Despair induces fear and delirium. I doubt Albus can make sense of what he's seeing. It is a nightmare he's trying to make sense of." "How do you know that?" Harry was trembling, his face anguished. "Because I was working as the Dark Lord's potion expert at the time, I helped create it." Severus hung his head forward shamefully, black hair covering his face. "Kill me, pleaseKill me," whispered between them. "I need to repent." "Will this potion hurt him long term?" Harry asked, looking back at the basin. "No, but he will be weak after." There was a cracking of knuckles, before Harry got up to refill the crystal goblet. Severus held Albus down as Harry made him drink the potion, hating himself the whole time. Despite recent events Albus had been a mentor to him, someone he looked up to, watching him now, writhing in pain...Severus felt his eyes burn. "It's gone." There was a scraping of metal against rock. "I've got the locket." "I need water," Albus croaked. "Aquamenti," Harry held his wand to the goblet, bringing it to Albus' parched, emerald stained lips. "Severus, the water is disappearing as soon as I bring it to his mouth." "Aquamenti," he attempted the same spell, but once again the water disappeared. "We need to get back to Hogwarts." Harry nodded, swallowing thickly before leaving them, goblet in hand. "Severus," Albus croaked, pulling on his sleeve. "I only did what I thought was best." "I understand Albus, and I forgive you." Severus wrapped his hand around the man's wrist, squeezing. Despite the manipulations, Severus knew Albus was only trying to help in his own conceited way.

This would be the last chance they would have to speak alone. "Albus? I love Harry, and I will do my best to help him, and the students of Hogwarts. I will repent for what happened all those years ago. I would never leave others to fight my battles for me, but I belong with Harry." Albus gazed at him for a long moment, before nodding. "Goodbye Severus, let Harry know I'm proud of him, watch over my school for me. You did me proud." He coughed painfully. "One more thing Severusyou need to tell Harry of your feelings. Have you ever once told him you love him?" He shook his head. "You are right my friend. He needs to hear the words." Severus let Albus drop to the floor as Harry's terrified wail rose in the air. The goblet was filled with water. Lake water. "Run!" Severus scrambled to his feet, spells firing faster than he could name. The Inferius were scrabbling towards them, their long limbs scuttling like crabs. "Sectumsempra!" His own curse, not yet shown to Harry had no affect, not even slowing them down. Harry fell to the ground with a thud as they pulled him down, dragging him back towards the water. "Confringo!" Harry twisted on himself, pointing his wand at the Inferi holding him. The others nearby shielded themselves from the light, drawing away. That inspired Severus to use the Fiendfyre curse, a useful spell the Carrows had invented, extremely dangerous to use and control. It was serpentine in appearance, lashing its fiery tail at the Inferius, curling around the three of them. The dead screamed, moving back into the water to get away from the heat. "Grab Albus and get back into the boat!" Severus remained where he was; ready to drive off any daring dead that wanted to risk the flames to reclaim his mate. Harry wasted no time dragging Albus to the boat, firing at any stragglers that dared to stop him. As soon as Severus knew they were safe, he ran to the boat, the effort of keeping the fire going making beads of perspiration run down his face. "Is it the heat or the light they're afraid of?" Harry shouted above the roaring of the fire, their boat moving agonizingly slowly. "They're dark creatures, it's the light." "Expecto Patronum!" Harry's wolf charged across the lake, its paw prints radiating light down into the lake.

The fire serpent moved from the island to help, circling their boat as a ring of fire. There was a crunch beneath the boat, and Severus hoisted Albus up across his shoulders, pushing Harry ahead of him to run. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry landed heavily back in Hogsmead with Dumbledore, Severus reaching down to pull him up. "Sorry, I should have exercised more care." The man smelt of smoke and salt, and Harry just wanted to bury himself in his scent. They were alive. "We needed to get out of there. Sir? Can you walk?" Harry scooped his hands under Dumbledore's shoulders, pulling him into a sitting position. "Easy Harry, he's very weak." "Oh goodness what's happened?" Madam Rosmerta was rushing towards them. "I have to get back to Hogwarts," Dumbledore was repeating this to himself, over and over like a mantra. "Professor, everything's ok, we're out of the cave and we have the locket." Harry could feel the locket in his pocket, digging against his hip. He wanted to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible, just like Dumbledore seemed to want. "Haven't you seen?" Rosmerta asked, crashing to her knees beside Dumbledore's robes. "Harry," Severus called to him, head tilted towards the sky. "We need to get Dumbledore back, he needs the hospital wing." Severus didn't move, gaze still fixed on the sky. Sighing in annoyance Harry craned his neck back. Fear punched him in the gut. The Dark Mark was floating above Hogwarts. TBC Please Review! Books Harry Potter

The Curse of Artemis Author: Shortsnout PM

The werewolf within Severus Snape has located a mate worthy of its magnificence, Harry Potter. The problem is Severus would rather be held under the cruciatus curse. Forced into bonding, they struggle to fight their desire towards each other, and eventually their feelings. Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 174,401 - Reviews: 854 - Favs: 866 - Follows: 1,258 - Updated: 08-29-13 - Published: 10-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6415023
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Chapter 33 "I told him to wait!" Severus hissed out, looking back down at the both of them. "You must go Severus, protect the children." Dumbledore stood, shaking off Rosemeta's hand, his face grave. Harry waited until he trusted his voice. "Severus?" it still came out as a pitiful squeak. He was engulfed in arms, despite the sharp breath Rosmerta inhaled. "There is something for you, hidden in my desk. The password is 'redemption.'" Severus pulled away, but not before Harry saw the wince in his eyes. "You're being told to help." Harry guessed, the mark in the sky still ominous. Severus nodded, his eyes not leaving his face. "Forgive me," he mouthed, pushing him gently towards Dumbledore. "I must go." Transfiguring a nearby rock into a broom, he mounted it, took another long glance at Harry and left. "I'm afraid I do not have the strength for transfiguration, have you by chance learnt that particular branch of magic yet?"

"What? Transfigure something into a broomstick? I'm afraid not sir." Harry answered absentmindedly, his eyes staring into the darkness. His heart was beating painfully, his hands aching from the fists they were in. Forgive me? What does Severus mean? "My dear? Would you be so kind as to lend us your broomstick?" Dumbledore was asking Rosmerta. "I need to get back to Hogwarts; it is too far for me to walk like this." Dumbledore was breathing heavily. The witch waited a few moments, not doubt a question directed at Harry, but the sounds from the castle, explosions and screams made her mind up for her. Harry flew carefully, Dumbledore's hands pressed to his middle, the black one making Harry's stomach squirm. "Go to the Astronomy tower please Harry that is where the mark is hovering." "Sir, you need help, you can't fight Voldemort like this." As Harry got closer, he felt the galleon in his pocket heating. The DA had been alerted. "I need to keep you safe." Harry shouted over the wind whipping around them. They could now see spell colours flashing against the darkness. His stomach lurched as he saw a few of them were green. "The Astronomy tower Harry," Dumbledore's voice was firm. Harry gripped the broom handle tighter, anchoring him to it as he fought the urge to leap down into the battle ensuring. He could just about see them, the white masks of the Death Eaters. Where's Severus? Is he safe? His head swung as he watched the fighting. Shaking his head, he looked towards the sky, were the mark was growing bigger as he approached it. The mist from it seemed to entice him, beckoning him to its dangerous mouth. "It is only a mark; it does not have the power to hurt you." "I know, but it's a little intimating seeing it so close." They touched down softly in the tower, Harry waiting until Dumbledore was standing before he took up his wand, ready to charge. "I'm afraid not Harry." Dumbledore smiled sadly at him, waving his hand over his body. He couldn't move. And he was invisible. Harry heard his screams sound in his head, trying to use his magic to expel Dumbledore's grip on him. What was the old man doing? His friends were down there, Severus was down there. There was a noise, footsteps coming up the stairs. Draco Malfoy.

Harry knew it! Knew it with every fibre with his being. Malfoy had been up to something, he had done this! Had Severus helped? Was that why he had been so concerned about Harry hating him? Bringing the Death Eaters to Hogwarts was dangerous, but Severus had told him Dumbledore knew about this plan, the castle wouldn't have been unprotected. "Draco, you don't need to do this," Dumbledore was telling him "I have to!" Blond hair was a mess, his cheeks grazed with impacts from the floor. Harry could only watch as the boy moved closer, wand outstretched. Harry had never seen Malfoy look this way, grey eyes burning but unfocused. "Don't you understand? If I don't they'll destroy my familymy mother," Malfoy's voice cracked, his wand lowered a little. "But killing Draco? You don't need to do this, to destroy your soul like this. I can help you," Dumbledore stretched his hand out. With clarity Harry understood why Dumbledore had insisted that Harry see all the memories. Standing before them was a boy who could easily turn out like Voldemort, he just needed to make the choice not to. Just like Harry could make the choice to be good, to love Severus. "Help me? You didn't even know your precious school was under attack. I brought the Death Eaters right to your doors, and you didn't even notice." "Yes, I've been wondering how you managed to do that." "Vanishing Cabinet." Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded slowly. "In the room of requirement, I've been mending it." "Let me guess, there is another, a twin cabinet," Dumbledore opened his eyes, clearly impressed. "In Borgin and Burkes. It forms a passage," Malfoy had dropped his wand, talking to the headmaster as any normal student would. That's right, stall for time. Harry willed anyone to find them, an Order member, the DA, Severus anyone. "And you brought the Death Eaters straight into the castle. Ingenious." "It's time for you to die Dumbledore." The wand was up again. Nothing happened. "Let me help you Draco." Dumbledore took a step forward.

"No you can't! I have to kill you or he'll kill me!" Malfoy's eyes were wild, his voice almost pleading. He won't do it, Harry concluded. There was more noise from the stairs. Harry's heart stilled for a moment as he saw Bellatrix, his blood warmed, roaring in his ears. There she was. Sirius' murderer. The rage he had felt when he watched his beloved Godfather fall through the vial had been encompassing. What he felt now was a pale imitation of that, he could never kill her; he didn't have it in him. But how he wanted her dead. "Come on Draco, do it. He's weak," She hissed out the last part, not doubt imitating her master. Harry knew then that Voldemort was not attacking the school. This was a small rogue group of Death Eaters. If Voldemort had gotten in then the school would have been in ruins, Dumbledore dead. Greyback shouldered past snarling at the headmaster, his wand pointing at Dumbledore's chest. "Then I'll do it." Dumbledore barely looked at him, his eyes still boring in Malfoy. His heart leaped at the sight of Severus shouldering his way into the room. If he had been able to move he would have sunk to his knees in relief. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus burst into the room, ordering Greyback to stand down. The Dark Lord needed Draco to do this, it was his task alone. The werewolf growled at him, teeth bared, fingers itching to rip him apart but he conceded. Artemis snorted in dominance. In the short time he was able to, Severus scanned the room for Harry. His mate had to be nearby; he would have needed to bring Albus with him. His eyes noticed only the one broom. He couldn't sense Harry's magic, only Albus'. He could only conclude Albus had come alone, and Harry was below fighting with his friends. A sickening sense of relief flooded him. Harry would not have to bear witness to this. He looked to Albus who nodded subtly.

"What are you waiting for Draco? Kill the old man and join our ranks as our master wants," Bellatrix was speaking, egging Draco on. Draco had sweat beading at his forehead, his wand arm trembling. His hand burnt with a fury, molten seeping into his veins strengthening itself around his heart, squeezing in warning. His life slowly began to leave him. He watched as Draco's arm fell, unable to do it as he knew he would. His vision swam, his life force ebbing out from him. Severus stepped forward wand raised, incantation on his lips. He needed to mean it for Albus to die, despite his reservations, his trust for the old man, his love for a mentor. "I truly am sorry Severus. Look after Harry. Guard my students," Albus projected into his mind. "I will do what is in my power to protect the innocents at Hogwarts," He meant it. He knew the students would need him, as Albus knew all along they would. "Avada Kedavra." Artemis screamed as the old man fell, not a howl, a beastly version of a scream. Severus felt it, his bond from Harry snapping, a physical blow that he needed to sink to his knee to breathe through. The Death Eaters turned to leave, running through the open door, ushering Draco with them. Severus managed to quell the pain, feeling the tears drip from his cheeks at the loss. Breathing deeply, he finally managed to lift his head, straight into furious green eyes. As he stood he kept Harry, who was sprawled on the floor in equal amount of agony, in his sights. Harry had seen. Albus had hidden him. Severus then knew with a certainty. Albus had tricked him, fully intending Harry to feel betrayed. He won after all. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Rage. Burning, unfettered rage. Harry stared at his former mate. Obsidian eyes stared back. Despite the pain spreading through his chest, Harry leapt to his feet, tearing after Severus. The man was faster, robes billowing as he outran him.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, blinding him to anything but Severus' form. His wand was digging into his palm, blood from his nails running down his forearm. Curses ripped into his limbs, carving a path through his back, but he didn't stop. He had to catch Dumbledore's murderer. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Severus caught up with Draco, pushing the boy ahead of him, screaming at him to run. The others had left long ago, leaving Hagrid's hut blazing into the night. Screams were still echoing, students injured, friends finding friends for dead. The Order had come as Severus had known they would. He needed to get out of here. Harry hadn't stopped, chasing him with a vengeance. "Go ahead," Severus shoved Draco towards the gate. As he paused Harry caught him in a back with a spell. Severus fell to the ground, writhing in pain. The Cruciatus. Ironic. "Get up!" Harry barked at him. Severus did as commanded, slowly. His mate stood against a backdrop of scorching flames, his green eyes burning, and blood steaming down his face. He was injured, but nothing had stopped him. "Harry, listen to me," Severus raised his hand, his heart tearing in two. Another curse was fired, easily deflected. "How could you!" Harry screamed his voice hoarse. "You killed Dumbledore! I trusted you!" "Harry, I tried to tell you," Severus found himself pleading, his eyes watering. Harry was looking at him with such distrust, such anger, and loathing. "You're a coward," Harry spat, crouching into his attack pose, one that Severus had corrected for him. There was no other alternative. "Petrificus Totalus," Severus was quicker than Harry, as he'd known he would be. He walked over to Harry, who was glaring furiously. "I've left your face free so you can speak. It is pointless to fire spells," Severus came to a stop in front of him. "Albus knew what was going to happen." "You lie!" Harry spat, his head thrashing from side to side. "You're sick Snape, bedding a student just to get at Dumbledore! What did you do? Pretend I was Voldemort every time you shagged me?"

Severus took a step back, shaken by the venom in Harry's voice. He had never seen Harry like this. His mate was lost in a rage, a thirst for blood, his blood. "I will never forgive you for this. Never." Harry spat at him, missing his face by inches. He felt hollow inside, like someone had gutted him and ripped out his entrails. His nails dug into his wand, making grooves in the wood. I was under an unbreakable vow. Albus made me promise to kill him when Draco could not. I was meant to stay here at the castle, and you would hunt Horcruxes while hating me," his words were a whisper, barely heard above the flames behind them. His head dropped, gaze obscured by his dark hair. "I'm sorry." He turned to go. "You warned me, that I would hate you." Harry whispered, struggling with his revenge haze. "I did, and I knew you would." "But killing? Why would Dumbledore want you to kill him?" Harry's voice caught. "He was already dying Harry. The ring had put a curse on him that would have killed him by the end of the year. The only reason it didn't do so was because I halted it. Can I release you now?" "I wouldn't if I were in your shoes." Harry closed his eyes thinking. "You tried to tell me, but I never thought you would kill him," he looked up, eyes trying to understand. "If I had told you, I would have died." Severus moved closer, daring to place a hand on him, releasing the spell as he did so. At the small touch Harry crumbled, fisting his robes, bellowing his torment. Severus could only hold him, his own tears leaking into Harry's hair. There would be no tears shed for Albus, who had tricked him even up until the end, but for them, who had everything ripped away from them. Their bond was broken, but their magic still tied, as Albus intended. It was still possible to draw on each others, improving Harry's strength as needed. "I have to go. The Dark Lord will be expecting me," Severus released Harry. Harry stumbled, unaware that he had been released. He looked at his hands dumbfounded, unsure if he should be attacking the older man or not. "Listen to me," Severus wiped away a tear with his thumb. "I will be gone three full moons; I will join with Greyback to keep you safe, and to learn whatever I can. The Dark Lord will favor me, and I will gather information as to possible Horcruxes, and then I will come and find you Harry. I promise." His fingers dug into Harry's shoulders. The kiss was bruising, painful mirroring his emotions, but Harry didn't respond, pulling away in disgust. Severus took a step back, physically wounded by the rejection.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to think." Harry sunk down, crouching on the ground. "I will help you bring this tyranny to an end, whether you trust me or not." Severus knelt, placing his hand on Harry's head, relishing the feel of the silken hair, possibly for the last time. "I love you Harry Potter," He whispered against Harry's ear, before leaving him behind. HPHPHPHPHPHPHP "We come together today to say goodbye to Albus Dumbledore." McGonagall stood at the head of the grave, eyes sweeping across the crowd as she spoke. "He was a great wizard, a champion for the light and protector to those at Hogwarts." Harry stared at the marble grave, unable to listen anymore. Hermione and Ron pressed against either side. Everyone knew that Severus Snape had been the murderer. Harry had to endure a shocked Hermione, an almost smug Ron and a shell shocked McGonagall. He had already tried explaining to his friends about Severus having a pact with Dumbledore, that this had all been part of a master plan, but even his explanation sounded weak. His body was filled with conflicting emotions his heart battling his head. He couldn't defend the man when he wasn't sure if he believed the explanation or not. He still loved Severus, but he had watched as the man coldly killed the headmaster. He watched Dumbledore falling to his death. It wasn't something you could forget in a hurry. McGonagall had finished her eyes boring into his. She wanted to talk to him, but Harry couldn't face that, not yet. As the crowd moved away Harry came closer to the marble tomb, placing his hand on the cool stone. "I don't know how you could have asked him to do that," he whispered. "You must have known what it would do to us. I loved him, I mean love him." Harry hung his head. "You always intended that I would do this alone." His hand fisted on the stone, thumping it angrily. "Damn it! Why bind us if you had this in mind all along?" Silence answered him. "How am I supposed to trust him again after this?" "Harry?" Hermione's soft whisper stopped him. "Why did he do this?" "Artemis isn't evil Harry. He had to do what he promised in the unbreakable vow, as you said, Dumbledore told him to do it." It was easy for Hermione to accept the explanation; she was on the

outside, an observer looking in. Severus' reasoning made sense to her. She wasn't in love with a murderer. "No not him, why did Dumbledore bind us together only to do this to us?" "I don't know," Hermione looked down at her shoes. "I need to be alone," Harry ignored the stares as he stalked away. "Wait Harry, there's something I wanted to tell you," Hermione caught up, pulling his arm. He tugged it away angrily. "Remus is here." Harry stopped in his tracks, turning to scan the crowd. "Come with me." Hermione grasped his elbow, dragging him away from the funeral to the edge of the forest. There he was, looking better than Harry had ever seen him. "Harry, I'm so sorry," Remus opened his arms, expecting Harry to hug him. "Did you know you're going to be a father?" Harry spat. Arms lowered, eyes shifting away guiltily. "I've only just learnt, I will speak to Tonks after I've spoken to you," Brown eyes focused on him. "Artemis isn't evil," Harry defended, already knowing what Remus was going to say. "He murdered the head of the Order, a wizard that would have helped end the war." Remus folded his arms over his chest. "Dumbledore was already dying; he made Artemis promise to do it if Malfoy couldn't." "You believe what that monster told you?" Harry hesitated, mirroring Remus' stance. "Your hesitation tells me what I knew. You doubt him; he was not a mate worthy of you." Remus stepped closer. This was not the Remus he knew, confident, easy to judge. Harry's wand came out. "How do I know you're the real Lupin? The Remus I know always sees the best in others." Remus smiled, splaying his palms to show he meant no harm. "Your greatest fear is fear itself," He told Harry simply.

Harry lowered his wand. Besides Hermione and Ron no one knew that. "What happened to you?" "I stopped fighting the beast. I embraced my werewolf instincts and I feel whole because of it. I speak the truth when I say Artemis is no good for you." "Our bond has been broken speaking of which, you need to get out of here. If you're found they'll kill you. You're breaking the law being an unbound werewolf." "You are still bound to his magic. He still has a claim to you." Remus walked the short distance between them. "Come with me to my pack, we will help you win this war, rallying behind the name Apollo." "And what would you want in exchange?" Remus looked genuinely hurt. "Harry, I see you as my cub, family that needs protecting. Why would I ask you for anything?" "You might not, but a whole pack would want something from this alliance." Harry could almost hear Severus in his ear, telling him to join with the pack for now, this was something they planned after all. "You want rights within the community?" he guessed. Remus looked bewildered, and Harry understood the man actually wanted nothing but to protect him. "I'm sorry, this wholesituation has distorted my perception," Harry whispered, he wanted to hurt everyone around him, just so he didn't have to be hurting by himself. Remus' face changed, drawing Harry in a hug. "I'm sorry your mate has caused you this anguish, I know you had begun to love him, and I'll admit that even I am shocked that Severus could do something like this. I believed Artemis was never worthy of you, but I did not think he was lying in his intentions." Harry buried his face in Remus' robes. It was easier to let the man believe that. "Speak to Tonks, stay with her until your child is born, then I will come with you to your pack." Remus' eyes glistened. "I can't believe I'm going to be a father." He confided in Harry. "I can't believe you destroyed your own bond." "I cared for her, I really did, but for once in my life Harry I needed to be true to myself. I want to find an actual mate, not be forced into picking just anyone." Harry nodded in understanding. "I'm going back to the castle; I just want to be alone for a while." "Alright," Remus squeezed him. "I will find you again soon." Harry ignored everyone as he stomped across the grounds into the castle, he was aware of McGonagall watching him go, and he had no desire to speak to her. He could almost hear her thoughts; I knew he was no good for you Harry. He couldn't listen to that line of thought anymore.

Ron had already received the lashing of his tongue in the infirmary. Harry had been in pain, wincing from the bandages and potions seeping into his lacerations. Hermione had been telling him that no one had been hurt, that the DA had seen Malfoy disappear. It was Hermione that saw the Death Eaters first arrive, but she had no alerted the Order, no one laid claim to that. Harry knew who it was that had. Silently he had seethed on the bed, almost waiting for Dumbledore to show up and offer some speech about growing up, or this was part of the plan all along. But he never came. So when Ron had begun a very timid version of 'I told you so,' well Harry had snapped, the beds around him blasting back a few inches. His friends hadn't spoken about it since. He stopped walking, looking at the door to their quartersor was it his quarters now? He was livid with himself for coming here, almost seeking comfort from something that wasn't here. He rested his forehead against the door. He didn't know where else to go. The quarters were just as they left them; work still on the desk, Harry's books on the floor. Harry turned his head towards the bedroom, his chest constricting in pain. It was only days ago they had last been intimate. It was just before they had left to get the locket, and Harry had been sleeping in the afterglow of pleasure. He had woken to silence, and when he peeped into the living room, he saw that Severus had been writing something on a parchment. When the man sensed he was being watched, he pushed the parchment into his draw of his desk and smiled at Harry. The draw. Severus had mentioned something being in his desk for him. Gingerly he sat in the chair, breathing the deep familiar musky smell of Severus. He wanted to wrap himself in it, forgetting that all this had happened. "What am I supposed to do now?" Harry questioned the room. He knew what the plan was, find the remaining Horcruxes and destroy them. Harry couldn't even think of moving, stuck in the sea of grief that he was. Even Remus mentioning the name Apollo was a stab in the gut, a reminder of something that perhaps shouldn't have been. "Redemption." Harry tapped his wand to the desk.

There was a letter and beneath that was another sheaf of parchment and small Pensievebowl, a vial of shimmering liquid beside it. Watch the memory first, shone in black ink on the letter. He gently grasped the vial between thumb and forefinger, turning it to watch the mercury liquid seep along it. He was hesitant to view it, but it might give him the closure he needed. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP He was inside Dumbledore's office. The headmaster was standing alive and well. Choking on a sob, Harry raised his hand, his fingers distorting the memory of the old man. Severus entered the office, and all Harry felt was numbness, like sleeping on a limb for to long. He couldn't muster any feeling; he wouldn't allow himself to feel for the man. "Ah Severus! What an unexpected surprise." Dumbledore moved, allowing Severus to enter. "I thought you would be teaching at this hour? Have I got it wrong?" Dumbledore was frowning, tilting his head to the side. "No Albus, Filius is covering my lesson for me." Severus sat down at the headmaster's desk. "I have something I wish to discuss." "Oh?" Harry moved closer to Dumbledore, sitting beside him, hoping despite logic telling him otherwise, that Dumbledore might offer him a word, a glance, something. "I cannot go down the path you are asking me." Harry's face turned from his mentor, taking in his former mate. A small spark of emotion flickered in his chest. "You can't be serious" Harry dared to hope. "I believe you deserve a chance to explain Severus." Dumbledore's voice was cold, and Harry felt himself unconsciously drawing away from the man. "I'm not betraying Harry by killing you. He deserves to know what is happening Albus. We both know that it will fall to me to fulfil the bond Narcissa placed on me, and unless Harry is informed why I am killing a man he thinks of as his grandfather, I will lose him." Harry pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, ramming his glasses into his nose. "You tried to tell me," he whispered to the memory. His skin felt clammy as he watched Severus fill a glass from the table. "Not only that, I will not remain at Hogwarts while you send him on some wild goose chase for Horcruxes. He needs help to accomplish that, and you will tear him apart in separating us." "When I die your bond will terminate."

He wanted to press his palms over his ears. This wasn't a side of Dumbledore he had seen, a clash of emotions were raging inside him. Grief and anger battling until it left him feeling sick, his stomach convulsing angrily. "Just like you did with Lupin? Did you not think his child deserved better?" "Tonks is with child?" Dumbledore pulled a glass toward him. "Why did Remus not inform me?" "I do not believe he was aware of that fact when he sought your aid. Although why you bonded them in the first place and then undid it is beyond me." Severus reclined thoughtfully in his chair. "What happens between me and Remus is of no concern of yours Severus." Harry could only watch in horror at the coldness of Dumbledore's tone. Why hadn't he brought Remus back? Didn't the baby deserve that, didn't Tonks? "Harry is aware of your age Albus. He has already asked me what will happen when you die." "What did you tell him?" "I told him the truth, when a couple becomes bonded an official record is made and" Severus paused. "I informed him that very few couples in our world volunteer to have their magic bound together. He did not seem to mind, he was more concerned that we do not have an official record. It is something he wishes to look into." Harry remembered that conversation, he left his spot on the floor, sitting closer to the memory form of Severus. His mate barked in laughter, watching Dumbledore's face. Look at me, Harry willed. "I will be honest with you Severus, as many few are. It was my intention when I let you bond that it would be for a limited amount of time. I believed that in this short amount of time you might both find love, but I never lose sight of my goal. It was not for love that I bound you. However, such feelings will help our side to win the war, just as I knew they would. Harry will do everything possible to keep you safe, just as you will do the same." "Why are you trying to pull us apart?" He warned me, Harry felt wretched, placing his hand on Severus' lap, keeping it hovering above the figment of the memory, pretending he was getting comfort from him. Dumbledore regarded him, and folded his hands over his stomach. "You need to remain at Hogwarts Severus. The children will need your protection from Tom, and Harry will need your assistance from here." "Minerva is not going to allow the Dark Lord to overthrow Hogwarts. She is your deputy after all."

"And how long will Hogwarts survive!" Harry jumped as the glass in Severus' hand broke. "You are the spy. You are the one he trusts. With you as headmaster the children will be safe a little longer. Tom will believe you are holding Hogwarts for him, his attention will turn else where." "My concern is for Harry, not the students." "Oh Severus haven't you learnt from your mistakes? You had no concern for others when you repeated that damn prophecy, and it is because of you we are in this position." "I never knew it was about Lily," Severus growled, shaking the glass from his hand. "No, you just thought you'd lead the Longbottoms to their death in a quest for dark glory." Harry winced at the accusation. Severus rose to his feet. "I will not be used as some mindless puppet in your game Albus. When you die I will take Harry to find the Horcruxes and we will destroy them and Voldemort." "You will sacrifice everything for Harry?" Dumbledore spat at him. "You think he will trust you after my death? You will not allow yourself to die so that is your only option." "You planned this all along." Harry could feel his head spinning with all the new information, tears running down his face as he watched his mentor do this to Severus. "If you hadn't bonded I would have eventually lost you to the Ministry. Harry wouldn't have concentrated if he was pining after a werewolf. What choice did I have? Believe it or not Severus. I did hope you might have found some happiness in each other." "You are crueller than I imagined Albus. Allowing two people to form feelings when you knew all along you were going to rip them apart." Severus stormed towards the door. "Harry will die Severus. How could I not allow him some chance of love?" He felt his tears dry, his magic whipping around him, distorting the memory. Harry stood, ready to destroy thePensieve. Pining after a werewolf, you played with my emotions so I would stop pining! "HE WILL NOT DIE!" Severus whipped around, spittle flying in his rage. Harry's magic was nullified, stopping in its tracks as he turned to watch Severus in wonder. It was then he knew. Severus had been telling the truth. He did love him. "You two have had your allotted time together. I hope you both found something from it."

"It was my magic," Severus whispered. "You stand there and lie to me about feelings and giving Harry and me a chance. Perhaps that was how you convinced yourself that this bonding was the right choice. Harry isn't strong enough. You are hoping my magic will pull some of his out." Severus walked slowly to the desk, like a predator would circle its prey. "The night of our bonding you insisted our magic be bound. I had no objection for the law states it must be so, and Harry wouldn't have known any different." Severus wrenched Albus from his chair by his robes. "What are you trying to do?" Harry silently cheered Severus on, wishing this wasn't a memory and he could somehow change places with his mate. A magical barrier came between them, forcing Severus to take a few steps back. "I never imagined you would fall in love. You have never been able to see past James' ghost. Harry needs your knowledge to conquer Tom. Already I hear his grades are improving. I needed Harry to keep you safe in case the Ministry found out about Artemis. When I am gone, it will be that neither of you require the other." "I still need him!" Harry screamed at the man, flinging himself at the image. "Did you plant the werewolf paw in the woods that night?" "An unexpected development." "That you took full advantage of." Severus spat and turned his back on his mentor once more. "We are finished talking Albus. Harry is mine to look after and I will not let him leave to chase around the British countryside. Find another way or all your plans will unravel before your eyes." Severus slammed the door behind him. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Harry pulled out of the memory gasping. "You were unable to find another way," Harry whispered sadly, wishing Severus was with him in this moment. "Oh Severus, I'm sorry." He lay his head down on the desk, softly crying. The parchment rustled against his arm. Dear Harry, If you are reading this then I know I was forced to complete my vow, and for that I am truly sorry. The only thing I can possibly say in my defense is that the plan was in motion before I even knew of your potential as a mate, and by then it was too late to stop the inevitable. I have included a memory that I hope will explain the situation better than I ever could. My only regret is that I never told you how I felt.

I beg for your forgiveness, but even if I am never granted it know that I love you, and I will endeavor to help you end this war, even if I never see you again. It is my wish that you can live in a free world, able to make your own choices about life. Find Lupin's pack, Severus The letter disintegrated into ashes as he finished reading it. There were a few moments silence before Harry threw his head back and screamed, the sound filled with rage, pain and loss. There was no need for magic, just bare physical strength had the room upside down in seconds, leaving Harry in the middle of carnage panting heavily. His shoe rustled on paper, and blearily Harry looked down at it, remembering Severus had left him something else. His eyes were blurry as he read it; a document for officially declaring a bonding at the ministry, underneath was a roughly scrawled note. A possibility I hope one day we can achieve. Harry pulled it to his chest. One day they would be officially bonded, Harry would see to it, Voldemort be damned, Dumbledore be damned. The time for Apollo was now. The End It's been a long road this story, and I'm proud to see the story finished. Thank you so much to all the loyal reviewers, to all those who wished me well when I got married, and those who congratulated me on the birth of my Daughter. It really does make a difference if people review, it motivates the writer knowing that people are waiting, and if it were for you guys then I might have given up a long while back. I apologize for this taking so many years to write. Please do check out my blog, and I hope to see you again in 'The Rise of Apollo'.