CHAPTER 36
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 36 ~ More Revelations
Severus did come back later, and had a real time of it with the witch. Hermione was all over him, fucking him like the succubus he often called her, leaving him exhausted and covered in scratches, love bites and perspiration. No witch had ever taken him to the mats before, and for all her small size, Hermione had a huge appetite. The wizard made a mental note to never leave her hanging again without having a stash of stamina potion someplace. He practically crawled back to Hogwarts, Hermione curled up innocently in the bed asleep when he left her. Back at the school, the wizard barely managed to divesto his clothing before falling face first into his bed.
The next morning, Severus had to glamour his throat…it was covered in hickeys, and his back stung like hell when he got into the shower. Even his cock hurt. When he entered his class, he went straight to his potions stores and drank a bottle of healing potion.
But damn…what a witch.
Hermione woke up sore and aching, but with a wicked smile on her face as she slowly walked to the bathroom and drank down the necessary potions to soothe her sex-wracked body. She had shown the Potions Master what she was made of, and was quite satisfied with herself. She bet he’d think twice before leaving her in such a condition again. Her favorite part was when the Potions Master was hanging off the side of the bed, his head and shoulders bouncing on the floor and she was on top of him, riding the wizard like a hippogriff as he pleaded with her to let him up.
Shit, she showed the snarky bastard.
Eli had a positively huge breakfast waiting for Hermione when she walked into the kitchen. The Daily Prophet was on the table and she briefly checked it for news of Harry. There was none. Perhaps the wizard had decided to lay low for a bit. Hermione doubted it would last long. No doubt Ginny had informed her family by now about the wizard’s recovery. It wouldn’t take long for the news to spread after they saw him.
Hermione began to eat her breakfast, thinking about how Harry had acted at the meeting with Dumbledore. He was still the same as he was in school, when everyone else around him had matured. That had to be unsettling to the wizard. Hopefully he could adjust. She’d stop by to see him this week, prepared for an argument. He still saw her as a last year student at Hogwarts, not a certified Potions Mistress or Spells Mistress. He was going to have to change his views.
Still, he was back. Harry was back. And now she had a new project to work on. She finished her breakfast and retrieved Damius Altercare’s journal. She walked into the living room and curled up in an armchair and began to read in earnest.
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Two weeks later, Bara was strolling down the dungeon corridor on his way to Slytherin house. The boy had the run of the school and the houses, being Dumbledore’s charge. He still wasn’t wearing any shoes. He had several run-ins with Poppy about this, the medi-witch threatening to attach the shoes to his feet permanently.
In fact, she had actually tried it, but Bara kicked off the shoes and dodged her until he could escape the infirmary. Finally, Albus put a glamour on his feet so it looked like he was wearing shoes.
“Just for the time being,” he said to the boy with a wink. “Eventually you are going to have to wear shoes like all civilized wizards.”
Bara thought that would be a long time coming. He didn’t need shoes. His feet were hard as elephant tusks.
The young wizard was learning English at an astounding rate, now that he had stopped using the translator. Albus wore one at all times so he could understand the boy. But he could understand basic conversations quite well. Everyone knew his story and he was quite admired by most. The Slytherins accepted him because he was close to Dumbledore. Being nice to the boy might pay off in some way.
Bara walked up to the wall that hid the entrance to Slytherin.
“Serpensensia,” he said in his dialect. The wall slid open and he walked down the long, damp corridor. Slytherin House proper was located under the Lake, and it was always damp going to the common room, though Slytherin house itself was quite comfortable.
Bara pushed opened the doors that led to the common room and stopped as he took in a number of students searching around, moving furniture and other objects. A Slytherin third year stood in the middle of the group, wet-eyed and holding an empty cage in her hands.
“We’ve got to find her,” she said with a sob. “Someone might step on her.”
Bara walked up to the girl.
“What?” he asked her.
“Precious…my snake. She escaped from her cage. I had it right on the chess table and only turned away for a minute. When I looked back she was gone,” the blonde witch said, her blue eyes glistening.
Bara took in the word “snake” and the empty cage and understood immediately.
“I will find,” he said.
He turned and looked around the room.
“Come back snake. You are not safe…someone may crush you. Come back,” he called.
Every student in Slytherin house stopped what they were doing, straightened and stared at Bara with their mouths open.
The little wizard peered around, then smiled as a small green snake wriggled out from under a throw rug and made a beeline for him. He bent and picked it up, holding it close to the side of his head for a moment, the snake’s tongue flicking against his ear. Bara then brought the animal over to its owner and frowned at the cage.
“She wants big cage,” he said to the witch, putting the snake back into the cage, “And no dead bugs.”
The girl stared at Bara with wide eyes as did the other students.
“You’re welcome,” he said to her, smiling then leaving the common room. He had just stopped in to see what was going on.
The Slytherins all looked at each other.
“He’s a parselmouth,” the girl said in amazement. “He can talk to snakes!”
So, Bara could speak parseltongue.
Well, that explained how the young wizard captured all those snakes he ate in India.
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Harry sat on his porch, looking out over the water. He didn’t remember getting this beach house, but he liked it just fine.
Eight years of his life were gone. He was having a time wrapping his mind around that once it settled in. And Hermione had stuck with him all those years…never giving up on finding a way to bring him back. What a loyal friend she was. Who would have imagined that annoying, pushy, bushy-haired little girl he and Ron met on the train to Hogwarts so long ago would turn out to be one of the brightest minds of the wizarding world and his best friend?
Harry scowled.
And who would have imagined she’d be fucking her former Potions Professor when she grew up?
The wizard sighed.
He’d have to find a way to get over his dislike of Snape, particularly since he was an integral part of Hermione’s life right now…at least until she broke free of his patronage. Harry understood it, but he didn’t approve of the system. Again, Harry was raised a muggle and any exchange based on sex didn’t sit well with him. It was too much like prostitution…which was legal in the wizarding world. He didn’t like the idea of Hermione prostituting herself, though she seemed all right with it. Hell, he could tell she intended to shag the snarky Potions Master when she left the school that morning. It made him sick to his stomach that she actually wanted to do it. Was a basilisk heart really worth letting Snape crawl all over her?
Harry shuddered as he forced the image that was trying to form out of his mind. He didn’t even want to imagine the pale wizard fucking his friend. Sure, he didn’t say anything about it when Severus laid wand to Hermione when Ginny was there…but he had been engaged in the same activity and it would have sounded hypocritical. Plus, everything was so…weird at the time. It was still rather weird.
Shit. He would have to let people know he was back sometime. But this was the first time in his life when he wasn’t in the limelight and felt he could breathe. The moment it was found out he was alive, he’d be an item again. First, because he was brought back after being damaged by a Dementor’s kiss, and second…because the wizarding world would belatedly be celebrating his killing Voldemort. There’d be presentations, medals, all types of hoopla.
He briefly considered taking Ginny and going back to the muggle world…but Ginny was a witch raised in the wizarding world, and Harry wasn’t sure how she would adapt. He thought about Ginny for a moment. When he made love to her, she sure knew what she was doing. More than likely she had been with other wizards over the past eight years, but Harry had a feeling her heart had never left him. Not the way she clung to him and responded to him. Not the way she looked up at him and kissed him as he took her. That couldn’t be faked.
Maybe after all the furor settled down, he’d ask Ginny to marry him. That had been his intention eight years ago after the Final Battle was fought. He thought Ron might have been happy to have him in the family for real, after they had a row about him wanting Ginny of course. The young couple hid their relationship from Ron. He just wouldn’t have understood. He felt Harry was like a brother. In Ron’s mind that made Ginny Harry’s sister in some way. You didn’t shag your sister.
Ron knew Harry was sweet on someone. He just never could find out whom. Hermione didn’t help.
“You’re so thick, Ron,” she’d say.
Ron. How Harry missed him. He thought the red-headed wizard would always be around. People like Ron didn’t die. They lived forever.
Harry wiped at his eyes beneath his glasses. He had to go visit Ron’s grave. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but it was something that had to be done. According to Hermione he was buried with hero’s honors. Ron would have liked that. He always felt a bit overshadowed by both Harry and Hermione. This was something he’d accomplished on his own. A pity he wasn’t here to enjoy it.
Suddenly there was the sound of apparition. Harry looked up to see a woman in high heels and a skin tight dress with rigid blonde curls, jeweled glasses and a strong chin, stumbling through the sand, followed by a short, rather chunky wizard with a camera.
Oh shit. Rita Skeeter.
“There he is, Bilbo…sitting right where he was eight years ago. I told them they were crazy. No one comes back from a Dementor’s kiss,” she complained to the fat photographer.
Rita walked up the stairs, straight to where Harry was sitting, and rapped him in the head with her knuckles three times.
“Anybody home?” she asked, frowning at the wizard.
“Ow!” Harry said, pushing the witch’s hand away.
Rita’s eyes went wide.
“Oh my gods, Bilbo…he speaks! Quick, get a picture!” she cried excitedly, pulling out her quick quotes quill.
Harry dropped his head into his hands as Rita began to fire off questions at him.
“So Harry, what’s it like to be back with the living? Do you remember anything about being a vegetable? How’d you come back? Did you just wake up…or did someone use a spell on you? Have you been anywhere yet? Do you find life disorienting now that eight years have passed? What do you plan to do with your life now? Get married? Have a family of little Potters? Cash in on your fame?”
Harry looked at Rita through his fingers.
This was it. The droxy was out of the cage now.
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A/N: Lol on Hermione getting Severus back. I know you all probably would have liked the lemons, but we needed to move the story along. Big things are in the making. Ah, Bara is a parselmouth. Now that’s interesting. And poor Harry, being beset on by Rita Skeeter of all people. :::tsking::: There’s going to be a media frenzy for sure. Please review.