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Hairy Snape By BertaS Jan. 2007

Disclaimer: JKR own them. I'm just playing with them and hoping to make them happy for a while.

Description: A potions accident starts unusual circumstances happening for our favorite Potions Master and those around him.

Warnings: Slash, language, adult and sexual situations. Harry is in the later part of his seventh year and is 17 years old which in the Wizarding world is an adult.

AN: First, I am sorry for the long wait. Real life and all that you know. Second, thank you all for the reviews. Third, I will not abandon any of my fics without giving some kind of notice.

Reminder of where we left off:

Harry looked around before replying sarcastically, "Well, I don't see any other big arsed snakes with their eyes scratched out and a hole in the top of their heads, so... Ouch!" He ducked forward turning to Padma who had just smacked him on the back of the head, blinking several times, "What was that for?" He smoothed his hair down in an attempt to relieve the mild pain.

She answered, "You needn't"

"Be flippant," her twin continued seamlessly as the Weasley twins would.

""Harry." " They said together.

"You were being pretty rude Harry." Susan said as she frowned disapprovingly.

Millicent snorted and cracking her knuckles said, "You're lucky it wasn't me." Her shirt tightened across her bosom as she stood straight stretching and flexing her back, shoulder and arm muscles.

Harry gulped realizing she was actually quite a bit taller than Severus and most likely outweighed the two of them together. He had never noticed before that she was perfectly in proportion but there was nothing small about her. The term Amazon suddenly came to mind for some reason. He cleared his throat, "I apologize Severus. Yes this is the monster that I killed in second year."

Chapter 11 - The Dark Mark

Harry was not stupid and was aware of how much trouble he would be in if the four witches remained angry with him at the same time, the thought was actually quite disconcerting. He wasn't really afraid of them individually, although Millicent's size was a bit intimidating. He was also aware that they were right and Sev didn't deserve his sarcastic remarks.

Harry was watching Severus closely to be sure that he would not remain angry with him as well and saw him flinch. He almost missed it, but it was the same drawing in of his left arm, moving it closer to his body Harry had seen before when Voldemort called. Severus quickly crossed his arms tightly, nodding to Harry, "Apology accepted, Mr. Potter. We will have to return at another time, when we have the proper tools to harvest what we wish." He nodded at the dead basilisk, Harry noticed he looked strained, "However, I believe we need to head for the exit."

"Um..." Harry shrugged sighing, "That may be a bit of a problem." He frowned, "Fawkes had to fly us out the last time." When Severus glared and rubbed his left arm, Harry glared back, before moving his eyes briefly to the arm that Sev was now surreptitiously cradling, and rubbed at his scar.

Severus' jaw clenched and he gave the young man a sharp nod. He knew that Harry was aware that he was being summoned. He was however, not cognizant that Harry was not the only one who knew what was happening.

Millicent was horrified that they were trapped where the Professor couldn't respond. She had caught the exchange that had just passed between the two men as well as earlier when Potter had embraced the Professor. She didn't fully understand but certainly had suspicions. She was willing to accept and follow Snape's lead, and Snape had deferred to Potter at least twice even called him by his given name. There was something more going on that she didn't understand but it would have to wait. She stepped closer to her Head of House, "How long has he been calling, Sir?" She asked softly looking at him intently, almost expecting him to deny his discomfort.

Harry also stepped closer, "Is this the first call or did I miss something?" He also spoke softly; his concern was plainly displayed for all to see.

Sev closed his eyes, tilting his head back slightly, "This is the first call but," he sighed in resignation, "he seems to be in something of a state." He opened his eye the pain now visible in them.

Harry nodded and rubbed his scar and wincing, "Yeah, I think he is angry about something. There is almost a feeling of betrayal." Harry no longer actually had visions nor did he feel the residual effects of curses cast by Voldemort but could still feel his extreme emotions and had terrible headaches.

"Harry," Susan said, "I'm a bit confused," she looked between Harry and Snape, "What's wrong with you and the Professor?" She was starting to suspect something that she didn't really want to think about. And wasn't sure she wanted confirmed.

Parvati and Padma answered before Harry could decide what he could safely say;

"Professor Snape is,"

"a Deatheater."

"Probably spying,"

"on the Dark One."

"Loyal to Harry."

"And the Headmaster."

"Fighting for the light."

Millicent shouted, "Stop that." She let out an angry breath, then more quietly, "I feel like I'm watching a bloody muggle tennis match." For now she decided that Potter was nominally in charge, since she had no doubt that if it continued Snape would be useless soon. She sighed, "Well Potter, what do suggest we do?" She eyed the Potions Master, "If he doesn't answer soon, he is as good as dead." She shook her head sighing sadly, "They'll kill him on sight."

"Shit," Harry breathed, "Sev?" His eyes never left the older man's face.

Severus was now leaning on a pillar and nodded sighing, "He doesn't have to see me," he sounded defeated. "He can do it through the Mark," he rasp out, pain almost completely clouding his judgment. "Although," he smirked in spite of the pain, "he did say you could let him know, through the Mark," he sniggered slightly hysterically, "if you had me tied up or something." Somehow, that thought was no longer as frightening as he had once thought it to be.

Harry snorted smiling softly, "Well, that sounds interesting Love, but I really would rather not have that bastard in my head." He leaned closer caressing Sev cheek, "Maybe, I can tie you up later?" He said quietly as he smirked slightly eyebrow arched suggestively, "Right now, I have another idea."

Harry pushed away from the older man looking around for the girls. "Ladies," he called to get their attention, "I need a pentagram." He moved around the general area, but well away from the ink stain on the floor and dead basilisk, "Here," he pointed. "Large enough for the Professor to lie in. It needs at least a simple purification." All four girls responded to his confident air of authority and moved without really thinking to comply with his orders.

Harry and Sev were a little surprised that none of them questioned him, or ask who had put him in charge. They did not realize that Severus and Millicent's deference had actually done just that, especially since the other three would have followed Harry anyway just as they did in the DAG.

Harry let it go as he turned back to Sev speaking softly, "I need you to take off your robes and jacket, Baby. Then I need you to roll up your sleeve or preferably remove your shirt. Okay?" He smiled a little and brushed back a few strands of hair that had escaped the man's loose braid. Harry became aware that he had not been available to take care of Sev as he promised for several days.

Sev nodded he was sweating now, pain etching his face, "What are you going to do?" He whispered harshly as he started tugging at his clothing, working the buttons with one hand, obeying Harry without a thought.

Harry swallowed, "I'm going to subvert the Dark Mark." He moved closer laying his hand on Sev's cheek caressing, "I don't think I can remove it completely." His eyes locked on Sev's and he growled, "But I can sure as hell take you from Him." He gently pushed Sev's hand away and started on the row of tiny buttons before leaning up to kiss Sev softly. "May I keep you, Baby?" He whispered when he pulled away.

Even through the pain Sev smiled, "Yes Master." He leaned forward a little hoping for another kiss, which Harry happily supplied.

They were interrupted by a female voice, "Potter Snape as a prefect I should probably take points for inappropriate behavior in a public place." Millicent said before she grinned a bit lopsidedly, "But you're just too darn cute together." She chuckled finally figuring out what she had been missing. She would never have thought they would become a couple; they really didn't seem to like each other that well. And she now realized that Potter was the aggressive; more dominate one of the two. She would have never figured the Professor for a submissive, but then all those that took the Mark had to be, at least to the Dark Lord. And from what she had pieced together from overheard bits and pieces, Potter was supposed to be the one that would eliminate Him.

She was not the only one of the girls that knew the picture they made, Snape leaning on the pillar with his clothing half undone as Potter snogged him senseless, would stay with her for a long time.

Severus glared at her and as he opened his mouth Harry said, "If he tries to tell you he doesn't do cute, he's lying." He chuckled and caressed Sev's cheek to take the sting out of his words. "And the Chamber of Secrets is hardly a public place." Harry leaned up for another kiss, finally finished with the buttons and helping Sev remove his robes and jacket.

Millicent took the robes with a shrug and a smile. "I will keep your secrets Sir." In the back of her mind she thought, 'Even the ones you don't know I know.'

Susan appeared at Harry's elbow taking the jacket and hanging it on a coat tree that one of them must have transfigured from something. "Don't worry Professor, we are all under oath remember, so we can't tell anyone that you aren't really a heartless bastard, or that you actually do cute quite well." She smiled sweetly and the others giggled as his glare intensified. They all knew that they would never really fear the Potions Master again.

Harry quickly relieved the man of his long sleeved, soft linen shirt and half led, half carried him to the area the girls had prepared. He mentally went over everything that he and Hermione had discussed as to how to do this. He really wished he had had time to practice on the coins first.

Parvati said, "We didn't know how strong you needed it..." a slight frown appearing on her pretty face, "For the amount of time we had, I think we did pretty good." She surveyed their work nodding.

Padma continued, "Especially since you are going to mess with the Professor's Dark Mark." She shrugged shaking her head obviously worried and evidently thinking about something. "A ritual room would probably be better."

Millicent nodded frowning, "Maybe, but I think this will work just fine. We etched the pentagram and the usual runes into the floor to make it stronger." She indicated the intricate carvings around the central section of the pentagram which had a small black pad in the very center. She also looked a little worried.

"We thought you might want us in the cardinal positions doing a protective chant?" Susan pointed to where they had marked the points like a compass. "This should also give you both a little bit of a power boost." They had quietly rehearsed the points that they would each make.

Harry noticed all the marks on the floor. Aside from the intricate pentagram there was an outer circle of runes where the compass points were marked with more runes. It was actually a lot like, although more intricate than the one than Hermione had sketched out for him while they were talking. It was considerably bigger than he had expected it to be. It was nearly thirty feet across.

"Looks good." Severus winced breathing hard as he gave out the rare praise. "And chanting can't hurt." He looked at Harry and whispered weekly, "Gryff, north. Slytherin south," he closed his eyes and shuddered leaning heavily on Harry.

Harry murmured, "I know, Baby, like in the great hall." He picked up the older man bridal style, grunting with the effort and stepped into the Pentagram before laying Sev down on the black cushion in the central section. It took him a moment to figure out that it was Severus folded over robes and was only there to create a slightly more comfortable place for the man to lay than on the bare stone of the floor. If the pentagram had just been chalked this would have been imposable, there would be too much risk of disrupting the chalk.

Harry knelt on Sev's left side, "Milli to the south, Sue east, Par north, Pad west." They quickly found their places, no one even commenting that Harry had shortened all their names. Although each of them silently decided to have a private word with Harry later.

The girls started, surprising the men by calling on each of the four elements. For a strong purification before they actually started chanting.

Susan started, calling on Earth as she let some dirt and pebbles slide through her fingers to land at her feet.

Parvati called on Air and a freshening breeze blew through the cavernous chamber.

Fire was invoked by Millicent causing all the torches and braziers to gutter then flair brightly.

And when Padma called on Water, they could hear the water all around them bubbling and gurgling.

Harry took several deep breaths, listening to the chant and centering himself. He then looked down at Sev and leaning close saying quietly, "This is probably going to hurt. I'm sorry, Baby." He brushed some stray hairs from Sev's face.

Sev nodded barely conscious, "Yes Master," he whispered through clenched teeth.

Harry kissed him softly, "I know you probably can't, but try to relax for me."

He laid one hand over the Dark Mark, the other over Sev's heart and started a hissing chant. Severus almost immediately screamed and writhed as he could feel the two powerful entities fighting for possession of his very soul. It almost felt as if they were trying to tear him apart. He knew he had felt worse pain but was not able to think of when. He managed to force his eyes open focusing solely on Harry's face in the hope that his concentrating on his young Master would help.

Harry continued to hiss through gritted teeth as he held his love in place, committed to fighting Voldemort for possession of the man he loved, since to quit would cost Severus his life. He slipped in to an almost trancelike state and began to see the lines of magic that connected Sev, the Dark Lord and to his surprise, himself and the school. Harry realized quickly that these existing connections would work to his advantage.

None of them knew how long they were like that but eventually the two men went still, Harry collapsed across Severus' chest with a sigh. His last conscious thought was to wish he could call Fawkes to carry them to the Hospital Wing. The girls kept up their chant until they too collapsed in exhausted, a short while later.

When Harry woke he immediately knew where he was and wondered what had happened to land him in the Hospital Wing this time. He opened his eyes to see four girls sitting on two of the beds across the room and the period before he lost consciousness flooded his memory. Sitting up abruptly brought not only the girls' attention to him but that of the school nurse, who bustled over wand out and a furious expression on her face. He leaned back into the pillow, eyes wide. "Mr. Potter, what did I tell you about seeing you in this wing of the school?" She said as she flicked her wand over him frowning at the results.

The girls giggled and she shot them a glare. "Apparently your cohorts for this particular adventure are unable or unwilling to speak about just what happened?" She scowled in inquire, wondering what nonsense he would spout off.

Harry looked up as the four girls came over and stood opposite Madam Pomfrey, "I'm sorry Ma'am, the exploding potions weren't my fault." He shook his head, "Is Professor Snape awake?"

She snorted, "Well that's more than they could seem to say." She glanced at the curtained off area shaking her head, "To answer your question, no, and you are not to disturb him. Mr. Potter!"

Harry was already out of the bed and as the woman shouted for him to stop he ducked around the curtain. Rushing to the side of the bed Harry sat on the edge and stroked the man's hair, which had came completely out of the braid at some point and spilled across the pillow in ebony waves.

Severus stirred leaning into the touch. His eyes fluttered but didn't actually open as he heard Madam Pomfrey muttering that Potter should know better than to try to get up so soon after expending so much magical energy.

Severus mumbled, "Yes, he should." But he also brought his hand up to hold the younger man's hand against his cheek and smiled softly although he still didn't open his eyes.

The woman was running her wand over Severus, clucking like a mother hen. "Well I don't find anything overtly wrong with you. Not that I'm allowing you out of that bed just yet. You were magically drained and unconscious when you arrived here." Her pause here as she thought, 'not to mention half naked,' was undetected by any of the students. "As were the lot of you," she glared at Harry sitting on the edge of the Professors bed and the four girls who were standing at the edge of the curtain where they could see and hear what was going on.

Harry stifled a yawn, "Mr. Potter, you need to be in bed." The nurse scolded.

Harry mumbled, "I'm okay," as he nodded and slid under the covers with Sev, who immediately snuggled up close and sighed apparently going back to sleep. It was hard to tell, as he had not really opened his eyes.

Harry smiled pulling Sev just a little closer as he closed his eyes and almost immediately slept.

"Oh dear," Poppy stared at the two men a moment, her hand on her mouth, "What ever will the Headmaster say?" It was quite irregular for one patient to crawl in bed with another and certainly couldn't be allowed to continue.

"Hum, I don't know what he will say. But," Minerva McGonagall said as she came around the partition, "I say, get the camera that,"she motioned to the bed, "is too adorable not to use it as blackmail." The stern woman was trying to hide the Cheshire cat impression she was doing from the students.

There was a smattering of giggles and Madam Pomfrey turned on the girls as she too tried to hide a smile, "You ladies are free to go. However I want you to rest and use as little magic as possible for the next few days."

The girls chorused, "Yes Ma'am," and started to leave.

Madam Pomfrey called after them, "And eat something."

Harry woke again to find the Headmaster sitting beside the bed. Habit had Harry looking for his glasses which the Headmaster handed him before gesturing to the bare arm that was thrown over Harry's chest.

Harry smiled as he caressed Sev's mark free left arm. "Any idea how we got here, Sir?"

The old man's eyes were twinkling madly, "Fawkes," he said slowly, "I believe has taken quite a liking to you, my boy."

"I don't quite understand." Harry said, having just a little trouble thinking when he first woke.

Albus smiled, "When you and Severus appeared, setting off Madam Pomfrey's alarms, she was understandably mystified until Fawkes arrived with each of the young ladies." He looked over his half-moon glasses, "Did you by chance wish for Fawkes to come to you?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know. Things got a little hazy there at the end." He nuzzled Sev's hair, one hand sliding over his back.

Albus laughed at the shocked look on Harry's face when Sev mumbled, "Jus' fie more min's," and snuggled closer hiding his face from the light.

Harry caressed the man's back, tilting his head to whisper soothingly in Sev's ear, "Alright Baby, you sleep a bit longer."

"Humph. He needs to eat and so do you." Chided the nurse as she floated two trays in to the curtained off area. "Headmaster you have only a few more minutes." She ran her wand over each of the men in the bed, nodding to herself apparently pleased with their progress.

"Severus," she called, "the sooner you wake up the sooner you get out of here." She was trying to play on his usual desire to leave her care, no matter how bad he felt.

Harry laughed with the Headmaster this time when Sev pulled the blankets tighter and whined, "I don' wan' a," as he tried to bury his face in Harry's chest.

At the woman's shocked look, Harry said, "It's alright Ma'am. He's awake. He's just being a grump." Harry moved his hand to Sev's side and tickled, eliciting a gasp as the man squirmed. Harry rolled them over as he continued his tickle attack. Sev rolled and laughed, as he tried unsuccessfully to defend himself.

Eventually Sev cried, 'mercy' and Harry stopped, "Are you going to wake up and eat now?"

Much to the amusement of the others the Potions Master's eyes popped open, "Food? Why didn't you say so?" He immediately pushed Harry off of him, sat up and looked around, "Well, what are you waiting for? I'm starved." He actually held out his hands for the tray and instantly attacked it when it was where he could eat.

Severus suddenly stopped, "What?" He asked through a mouthful as his wide eyes moved resting briefly on each of them as they stared at him. His fork was suspended between plate and mouth.

Madam Pomfrey patted his shoulder smiling, "I haven't seen you eat that way for a long time." She said softly, "You usually just pick at your food and complain about being forced to stay in bed." She raised a delicate eye brow. "And, I don't believe I have ever heard you laugh like that."

Harry had started eating and Sev resumed eating albeit slower than he had been earlier. He spoke between bites, "I happen to be very hungry. I don't see what is so odd about that." A smile touched his lips and his eyes actually had a twinkle similar to the Headmaster's. "And Madam, I do not believe I have ever been attacked in that manner in your presence. He frowned, "Or out of it for that matter." He attempted to glare at Harry.

"Sev, you don't eat enough to keep a bird alive." Harry snorted, "I've been watching you for a while now." He gave his love a significant look then smirked, "It seemed a suitable punishment for your whining."

"I was not whining!" Sev sneered half heartedly.

Madam Pomfrey chuckled and pointed out that her patients needed to finish eating and rest. She ushered the Headmaster toward the door, speaking with him although as soon as they passed the curtain their words became muffled and indistinguishable.

Severus just having noticed he was in short sleeved pajamas gasped and almost dropped his fork as he stared at his left forearm. He where the Dark Mark used to be, it was gone. His breathing became rapid and irregular, "Harry?" He looked at the young man, "How? I thought..."

Harry pulled the man close, "Shhh. He can't hurt you anymore."

Sev shuddered, "I know that. You said you didn't think you could..."

"I took you from him," Harry blinked a soft smile curving his lips; "you don't think I would keep His Mark. Do you?" Harry was curious too; unsure what form the new mark might take.

"But, where...?" Sev started and suddenly stopped, looking down the neck of the pajamas he was wearing. He quickly unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on said pajamas to display his new Mark.

There on his chest slightly to the left of the center was a two inch silver lightning bolt.

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