Who's My Daddy?-Chp3

CHAPTER 3: THE DARK & MYSTERIOUS ONE

Severus walked silently down the road with a package tucked tightly under his armpit. He was slightly concerned that someone would see him walking around with a package wrapped in black wrapping paper with white stars for patterns and a silver ribbon to match. He would've just asked for a purely black wrapping paper to wrap the thing he had bought but the shopkeeper insisted that it was bad luck to bring something dark to visit someone who just gave birth.

"Just gave birth..." he muttered to himself. "Could it be...? No...It's impossible...I couldn't have..."

- Flashback begins -
Severus had been sitting in the bar for quite a while now. He had decided to take a break from his potions and came to Hogsmeade to have a drink, since his own personal scotch had almost run out. He had seen many people coming and going into the bar, and he recognized some of those people, but none of them bothered to greet him. Not that he cared. He had already created an impression to people that he was not some guy you can simply approach and say hi. At a distance, he could hear the customers fishing out gossips to each other.

“Hey, guys! I tho' I saw 'em Blind Lover ev'ryone wuz talkin' about at da broomstick shop. He wuz wearin' da shortest pants I ev'r sees!” Sounds like a very thick Scottish slang person, like Hagrid.

“That’s what he always wear when he’s in the business: nothing less skimpy and sexy. I’ve seen him a dozen of times. You don’t have to mind him.”

“Ain’t he afraid that he mite git a cold or somethin'?”

“No way! With that money he’s gonna get ‘servicing’ people, I bet he can afford to pay for medicine of any kind of ailments! I wouldn’t mind having a go on him myself!”

“You’re not gay!”

“Yeah, I know that, but it sure beats better than any kind of woman! I heard he’s got the kicks way better than those streetside girls in the Muggle world. And he does that all blindfolded! Could you believe that? He’s the bomb, man! Terrific!”

“Now what are you young boys talking about, eh?”

“Hey there, Greta! What can I get for you?”

Severus turned at the mention of that name and saw a lady walking in with one of the important people from the Ministry of Magic. She wore her hair short, with a few hair clips to hold back her fringe and was wearing an expensive-looking robe, probably made out of rare dragon's hide. He recognized that lady as Greta Glen, a small branch of the Potter family tree. Since Harry received the Boy Who Lived status, anyone who had a bloodline with the Potters were well-respected and quickly accepted into the group of the rich and famous. Maybe that's the reason why that Ministry of Magic member was so willing to be with her. Like him, he was known to be unapproachable. Maybe it's for the glory of having a Potter-related girlfriend.

Potter. The named seared through his aching heart like a huge dagger. It hurt to think that after all these years, this name would still come back to haunt him. Wasn't it enough already that he had been humiliated and scorned by James Potter and his gang both publicly and secretly? Wasn't it enough that he had to go through everyday worrying what the next prank The Marauders might pull on him? Wasn’t it enough that James Potter ruined his dignity and pride by rescuing him from being eaten alive by Remus Lupin? Wasn't it all enough already?

That cursed Lupin! Curse him to die of a thousand deaths! he thought. He’s supposed to be the school prefect! He’s supposed to uphold the law and restore order in the school, and yet he just left me alone to fend myself against that wretched Potter and that horrid Black! If it weren’t for Evans, I would’ve been further humiliated than ever!

Evans. Lily Evans. The only decent person amongst The Marauders he had ever seen. He would’ve felt grateful for Lily to occasionally watch his back, but he was too proud to admit that she did anything for him. Lily was always the kind one. Why couldn’t her son inherit that from him instead of that wretched rule-breaking habit James always had? If it weren’t for Dumbledore always helping him and supporting him…If it weren’t for the Ministry who had issued an order to give Harry Potter full immunity (which means pretty much the permission to do whatever he likes), no thanks to the orders from Dumbledore…If it weren’t for Dumbledore himself who requested him to give personal attention and protection to Harry Potter due to his vulnerability towards the Dark Lord’s attacks, he would’ve enjoyed the idea of making Harry Potter’s life more miserable!

Finally, he decided that he had enough drinks for one night. He was getting a bit light-headed and he had to get back home to finish up with the homework-marking and get some sleep. Although it might mean another nightmare of being almost eaten by Lupin and Potter’s hand reaching out to pull him or maybe the horrid incidents he had encountered while he was under the Dark Lord as a child…He have had a lot of those rather recently after the resurrection of the Dark Lord…

That was when he saw Harry there, leaning on a wall of a closed broomstick shop with a dark red blindfold on. He was wearing something rather skimpy—a transparent red T-shirt and a pair of short jeans that only went all the way to a quarter of his thigh. He could see that his body was going pale with cold by the autumn wind, and he had only a robe to cover himself, but he didn’t seem to shiver one single bit. His scar was gone—obviously done by a concealment spell—but it didn’t hide the unkempt look of his hair.

So this is the famous Blind Lover many people was talking about, he thought, remembering the conversation he heard in the bar. I’ve got you now, Potter! You are going to be in big trouble! Let’s see if you can keep your immunity when Dumbledore hears about your little 'business' here!

He was feeling very truimphant as he walked towards Harry who didn’t see him coming. He began to imagine himself pulling the blindfold off Harry and give him the shock of his life. Then he imagined himself dragging Harry all the way back to Hogwarts and show Dumbledore and the rest of the school his shameful act. Then Dumbledore may be forced to take serious action, maybe even expell him from school and break his wand. Then he would be free from Potter and continue his life in Hogwarts in piece. He was about to reach out his hand for the blindfold and pull it off when…

“Are you looking for a little excitement tonight, sir?”

Severus shrank back a little. Has he been found? Did Harry know he was there?

“Whoever you are, sir, I felt your presence. Nobody touches my blindfold but me. That’s the rule of my service.”

He sounds proud and arrogant. Just like his father.

“Well? Are you here because of a little excitement or what?”

He’s not here for excitement! He’s here to bust him and take him out of Hogwarts! He’s going to rid Potter out of his life once and for all and this was his chance! He shouldn’t back away from him now! Now is his chance!

“Perhaps. What may be your price, young man?”

What am I doing! Severus thought, horrified at his sudden action. I should be busting him for body-selling and underaged sexual display! I’m not supposed to play along with him!

“Well, that depends on how well I satisfy you and how good you make me feel. It’s a give-and-take business, you know.”

How dare he! Severus cursed inwardly. The nerve of him! I would personally crucify him and curse him with the 3 Unforgivable Curse if he weren’t given immunity!

Severus’s pride was hurt. Hurt exactly the same way he was hurt by James Potter, the leader of The Marauders. Harry had the exact same spunk his father had and it was as if history was repeating itself again through in the image of his son. He knew that the booze he just drank was beginning to get into his head but he didn’t care now, not after hearing the tone from Harry. He wasn’t going to let him get away with it! So what if his father had saved him and left him an obligation to look out for him? He was going to pay very dearly! The sins of the father must be paid with the blood of the son!
“We shall see about that, young man,” Severus replied as he took Harry’s hand.

With that, Severus dragged Harry away from the broomstick shop. But surprsingly he didn’t take him towards the direction of Hogwarts, but towards the direction of a small inn. It was quite old and respectable for its history, but it was also a much known place for couples and lovers to spend the night there and get a little bit ‘naughty’. Severus walked over towards the innkeeper and asked for the price of a one night’s stay. The innkeeper took a look at Harry and grinned, as if he knew him already.

“That will be 12 Sickles, please,” the innkeeper replied, then lowered his voice and said, “You’re gonna have a blast with this Blind Lover here.”

Severus cursed inwardly again. Why is it that no matter what Harry did, he always gets the best compliments? Never mind some of the bad comments he received in the past after being deemed crazy for his stories on Voldemort’s ressurrection, but this is ridiculous!

As soon as he got into the room, he pushed Harry onto the bed. Harry didn’t complain. It seemed as if he was used to this kind of treatment. Why wouldn’t he? He was the Boy Who Lived, loved by everyone even if he’s a stinking whore! He joined him on the bed and pushed him up higher by his armpits. Steadily, he removed the robe and the rest of the clothings Harry had on him. He was surprised to see Harry fairer than he had thought him to be. He thought all his misadventures and his participation in Quidditch would’ve given him a decent tan, not to mention the Triwizard Competition back in his 4th year, but with such fair complexion? He must’ve looked like someone who never saw the sun! Then he saw the scars. It was everywhere. Some seemed like it was quite recent, and some looked about a few years old. He could've sustained all those injuries both before and after his Voldemort adventures. How long has he kept this hidden? Surely his best friends Granger and Weasley know about this. But Harry wouldn't be stupid enough to show his friends the other wounds he received from his 'line of work', would he?

But there was no time for him to think about why was he in such a state. He was here to teach Harry a severe lesson on what is the punishment of humiliating a teacher. He removed his clothing that he had carefully selected to hide all the scars he sustained during his younger years in service with the Dark Lord. He was slightly grateful for the blindfold Harry had, or else he would both be worse off by Harry knowing who he was and the scars he kept so well hidden even from Dumbledore. As he laid his hands on Harry's wrists to set him down, the boy flinched. 

"What is it, young man?"

"Your hands...So cold..."

"My body temperature is none of your concern, young man. Be still."

Harry consented and laid back. Severus reached his fingers and dug through Harry's mouth. He let his fingers travel around the boy's wet tongue as his other free hand came to caress his body. It felt rather smooth to the touch, almost as soft as a baby's skin. He heard the boy's breath hitched as his hand touch his navel. The stairway to heaven. That's what the young ones call it. Severus smirked to himself realizing that he had found Harry's sensitive spot. He let his index finger fiddle around with the inside of the navel and he could hear Harry's muffled moan and warm breath on his fingers where he had them in his mouth. He drew out his wet fingers and, while still caressing his navel with his free hand, reached over and began entering Harry with them. 

"Oh...God...Feels...so good..."

Harry let out a satisfied moan filled with lust. His face and his glazed eyes seemed rather exhilarated with the feeling of Severus in him. Severus switched from 2 fingers to 3, thrusting harder. Harry moaned again, louder than before. He could feel him going wet. How used to this was he? Was he faking it? Was he really enjoying it? After all, he had been doing this for a long time. It made him feel almost as if he was being used or something for this little young whore.

After seeing that Harry looked like he wanted something more than just being given a hand-job, Severus finally replaced his finger with himself. He held his wrist down and went in. Harry moaned, his face flushed. Severus frowned a little. Harry looked so much like his father. Aside from the eyes, he was the exact replica of James Potter. Looking at him made him feel like he was looking at his archenemy coming back to life to haunt him. His anger boiled as he continued to thrust into him, venting out everything he hated about James. Why did he want to rescue him? Why did he rescue him if he knew that he was going to end up taunting him again? If he and his gang hated him so much, why didn’t he just leave a tortured DeathEater soul like him be clawed and slashed away by Lupin and end his misery there and then? Why? WHY?

"Oh, you animal you...!"

Harry's loud groan brought him back to reality. He slowed down out of reflexes and reached over to caress the boy's sweaty bare chest. He suddenly saw Harry in such a different point of view. The Harry before him right now was not the Harry he detested and loathed because of his likeness to James Potter, but the Harry that just wanted to live his own life and wanted to be appreciated just the way he is and not the way his title made him to be. He never asked to be the Boy Who Lived. He never asked to survive the Dark Lord's curse. He never wanted to be revered as someone important and to be expected to live up to the title given to him. He just wanted to live the life just like any other wizard away from the relatives he was so unfortunately related to, yet that chance was taken away when Lestrange killed Black. As much as he detested Black, he had to admit that if any wizard who was suitable to take care of Harry Potter, he was the perfect candidate. 

Yet he couldn't help feeling dissatisfied about this whole fate. He knew that if Harry hadn't existed, it would've at least saved him the trouble of having to feel another extension of pain and suffering from the Dark Lord. At least if Harry died during Voldemort's raid into the Potter family, he would've been killed too for being a double agent sooner than having to risk his life trying to hide his double agent identity and protect someone he never wanted to have anything to do with. That wretched Potter has everything way too easy, yet I have to suffer the most, he thought. We all have to suffer because of your existence, Harry! Do you know how much I detest you!

As he continued to increase his thrusting, he began thinking more about his pain than what he might inflict on Harry. 'I want to be rid of this mark! I want to be free from the Dark Lord’s grasp! As long as Voldemort's alive, I will never be free! This mark will stay on my hand and I will be marked as a Death Eater for life! I want to be free from his tyranny! I want to live a normal life, teaching you dunderheads all I can offer! My life is nothing with this hideous mark on me, you understand that!'

Suddenly a smooth touch over his hair woke him up again. He felt Harry's fingers stroking his cheeks as if trying to console him and ease him of the pain he was feeling inside. His slow, elaborate panting revealed his smooth lips. When he felt the boy's fingers closing in towards his nose, he took it away. He was lucky enough that he had took a bath and washed his hair before he came to Hogsmeade, but he knew his nose was a dead giveaway. He didn't want him to find out that it was him. He didn't want him to find out that the professor whom they both had a mutual distaste was actually shagging him. It would be too much of a blow for a boy who just wanted to get by his life without anymore troubles in his mind. 

"What's the matter...baby? You...want to...stop here?"

Severus didn't reply. He reached over, took Harry's face in his hands and kissed Harry deeply. As he fondled his tongue with his, he began to taste the sweetness he had never expected to come out from a young boy like him. Whatever he had for dinner, he sure enjoyed his dessert--he tastes of strawberry and whipped cream. Romantic. He tasted him some more. He continued to taste and fondle his bare skin as he thrust in an elaborate pace. Harry moaned between kisses. He slowly advanced to kissing his cheeks and neck and then on the chest.

"Oh...yes...Do it to me...Fuck me...harder..."

Severus did. He thrust harder and Harry moaned louder. He raised the boy's thighs higher and entered deeper into him. Harry almost yelled out all sorts of dirty names Severus never thought he knew how to say it and he saw him tugged at the bed sheets. Harry must have tied the blindfold well or must've hexed it, because it didn't move anywhere or show any signs of coming off throughout this entire shagging. He was tempted to reach over and take it off but he was still adamant about keeping his own identity secret. He continued to thrust and kiss Harry like he had never done before. Actually he had never done it before. He was usually subjected to object of sexual satisfaction for the Dark Lord during his younger days. Never had he thought that he would be the one dominating, and towards the Boy Who Lived for the fact. He almost had the thought that probably he was committing pedophile. Yet he was consenting, so it can't be considered pedophile...

Finally Severus let out a satisfied moan. His seed was finally inside the boy. He let out a loud exhale and collapsed slowly beside the boy. He mustered whatever strength he had left and lay his hand over the blindfold, just in case he attempts to take it off and peek to see who his client is for the night. Harry's hand touched his wrist.

"Please..." Harry panted tiredly. "Don't take it off..."

"I will not take it off. I just want to keep your eyes closed, that's all."

"Why?"

"Just because..."

Severus must have slept for about an hour or so, because when he opened his eyes, he wasn't so light-headed anymore. The booze has lifted itself from him. He turned around and saw Harry sleeping next to him with his blindfold still on. After much thought, he finally remembered what he had done. He couldn't believe he actually spent the night and had sex with his archenemy's son. He stared long and hard at the boy who had lost all his boyhood within a day after his personal encounter with Lord Voldemort. It must have felt very hard and painful to find out that the only person who can destroy the Dark Lord was yourself—no one else—and you had to bear all the burden, including the fact that people are going to look down at you and the ones that you loved are going to die because of your destiny, your wretched fate for the rest of your life. This boy had just nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And no way to prevent any of what might come to him.

After he slowly got off and dressed, he put a pouch filled with a mixture of Sickles and Galleons and leaned over to kiss Harry's forehead. Before he left, he took one last look at the sleeping boy and let out a small smile.

'I think I understand why are you doing this now, Potter.'
-Flashback ends-

"Hey, Prof. Snape!"

Severus broke out of his musings when he heard the shout of a teenager. He spun round and saw a group of people he both have seen all his life and have not seen for a while. There was Dumbledore and Lupin. And then there's Granger and Weasley, and also Draco Malfoy. What were they doing here coming towards the entrance of the hospital? And most importantly, why were they all clad with gifts, especially Lupin? The wrapping he had didn't seem to come cheap.

"Good day, Severus," Dumbledore grinned his normal grin. "I assumed that you've heard the news about Harry's child."

"Yes, Headmaster," Severus replied. "It has been a while since we heard from that Potter boy. I wonder how Rita Skeeter got the news earlier than we do."

"Those darn reporters always get ahead of things and exaggerate loads in the papers," Hermione groaned. "Especially when the reporter is Rita Skeeter. I heard she had connections with the people in St. Mungo. They must've ratted to her when they saw Harry coming in with a pregnant belly."

"I'm surely interested in who's the lucky man who gave him his bundle of joy," Dumbledore said with glee. "I want to hear everything that he had done since the day he disappeared after graduation."

Severus felt uneasy despite his cold face. He sure didn't want to be linked to a child that he never intended to create. He didn't want anyone to know about this. He was the Potions Master, for crying out loud! What impression would it give if the child was ever linked to him? Yet, the thought of having a child did intrigue him. The thought of fatherhood sounded rather tempting. Given that he had a rather bad childhood, obviously he didn't want his future next of kin to experience the same. He secretly wanted his offspring to receive the best love he could ever offer, or maybe even spoil them if he had to. Yet deep down inside, he prayed hard not to happen. He was still not ready for all this.
"Hello, dear sister. We're looking for Harry James Potter, please," Dumbledore said when he saw Winnie walking towards them. Winnie gave her brother a big bear hug.

"I'm just here to see you. Let me show you to his ward."

Yet everyone's face changed when they were led to an empty bed and an open window with its curtains blowing in the wind.