Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Cape of Storms ❯ Chapter 4: Lost in the raging sea ( Chapter 4 )

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Title: Cape of Storms
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please...
Pairings: Lucius/Harry Severus/Harry
Category: Drama, romance, slash
rating: NC-17/R
Spoilers: Most likely.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Drama SPOILERS!
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Harry Potter or its chars. They are property of JK Rowling and major companies.

Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction! Enjoy and please review!

SPOILERS AHEAD! You have been warned!

Cape of Storms

Chapter 4: Lost in the raging sea

A week went by and I saw little of Sev and if I had seen him it was when I passed him in the halls, at the breakfast table in the Great Hall and on rare occasions when I stopped by with a question or two about a lesson or how to go about teaching it. Before I had noticed a week had gone by and the first day of school had arrived.

More than one person had noticed my nervousness and told me to relax and just to be myself. I had gathered everything I needed for lessons as well as planned more than four months in advance. I was ready and I was confident in my lessons thanks to Dumbledore's army but what I lacked was confidence in myself as a teacher when it came to a group of younger children in large numbers or even worse, the older students; a few who had been in school when I had.

"You're using the wrong end of the fork, Harry."

I looked down at my plate and saw that Professor Sprout had been right. I lifted my fork handle out of my omelet and blushed. I turned it around the correct way and began to eat correctly until my plate was empty. I stood and walked towards the entrance.

"Where are you going Harry?"

I turned around to look at Madam Hooch and smiled, "I thought I'd go stand with Hagrid at the platform to watch the students arrive."

"Oh, that reminds me! We need a head of house for Gryffindor! I certainly can't be because it would seem biased," said Minerva.

Everyone turned to look at me and I felt my face flush," I can't! I'm teaching Defense against the Dark Arts and that is strictly Slytherin."

"Not really...and your quarters are on the Griffyndor's floor," said Minerva with a twinkling smile.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you had this planned all along."

She simply smiled and I felt myself reminded of Dumbledore.

"Fine, but don't expect too many detentions."

Every teacher applauded and I sighed in resignation. I have gotten myself deeper than I had intended.

I had greeted all the students as the came off the train and when everyone was loaded in the carriages and the train was unloaded of all luggage, I followed Hagrid to the dock where the first years waited with nervous anticipation to board the boats and make their way across the lake to Hogwarts. I stood in the back of the boat in the shadows unnoticed as we made our way to the opposite shore.

Upon docking I helped with the unloading of the boats. Upon reaching the inside of the building a large barn owl swooped down and dropped a large scroll wrapped with a red ribbon and a short letter. I opened the letter and quickly read it.

Here is the list of first years. You should know the procedure.

M. McGonagall.

I rubbed my forehead where my scar still remained and un-wrapped the scroll. I walked towards the top of the steps and to the front of the large group of first years. I cleared my throat and began.

"ATTENTION!"

All talking, whispering, and movement stopped and a hundred pairs of eyes looked up at me.

"You are about to take your first steps into Hogwarts. These will be your greatest years and also the hardest. I hope to see you all succeed. Now, I will open the door and lead you all inside where you will stand and wait until I call your name for you to be sorted."

I saw little heads nod and after seeing the looks of nervousness and comprehension I pushed open the doors and lead them inside. They followed behind me all the way up the podium where a stool sat with the old and worn sorting hat sat motionless and quiet. Minerva sat at the head of the staff table smiling brightly as she watched me step behind the podium and raise the scroll and my wand casting a small floating and freezing charm that kept the scroll perfectly frozen in place at eye level beside me.

"My, my...look who's returned. A pleasant surprise indeed. Long time no see."

I smiled and looked down at the sorting hat, "Yes it has been. Perhaps we will see more of each other this year."

The sorting hat didn't respond but simply gave a grin before it began to sing a new song for the new year.

"I see so many new faces and so many old.

Many new ways of doing things and many new stories to be told.

History has been made and continues to pass.

The one who made it, now teaching a class.

Remember then but live in the now.

It's not something you forget, you'll remember how.

Death brings release but life brings a new lease.

A new era begins and with it new hopes.

Don't let the sad past make you mope.

Now enough of my preaching.

I'll sort you now so that Professors can begin teaching."

Everyone clapped and cheered and I held up my right hand stopping all noise before I turned to the crowd, "Now we shall begin the sorting! When I call your name please approach the stool and sit."

I lifted the sorting hat from the stool and turned to look at the list, starting at the very top.

"Josephine Adder!"

A short brunette in pigtails stepped up and walked up to the stool and sat very confidently as I placed the sorting hat on her head.

"Slytherin!"

Cheers chorused and I moved down the list.

"Armond Bubblestaff!"

A young freckled boy with blonde hair shyly approached and sat down hesitantly.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Erika Featherwind!"

A tall girl with long curly black hair and piercing blue eyes sat down with an emotionless expression.

"Ravenclaw!"

"Tabitha Glade!"

A young girl with dirty blonde hair that nearly touched the floor and brown eyes sat down smiling brightly.

"Gryffindor!"

This continued until I had reached the final student.

"Marius Merryweather!"

The final boy walked up and grinned sheepishly as he sat down on the stool. He had black hair with bleached blonde streaks on the sides. I placed the sorting hat on his head and it yelled out its final sorting for the year.

"Gryffindor!"

He joined his table and was cheered by his fellow students and then Minerva stood up and tapped her glass with her fork. All was quiet.

"Congratulations to all our first years and to their houses. May you all have a wonderful and memorable year. Dig in!"

The sound of plates and silver clattering sounded throughout the room and I set the sorting hat on the stool and watched as he vanished, most likely back to the Headmistresses office. I smiled and walked to my place at the staff table and sat down. I stared out into the hall and watched as many students dug into their food with vigor and happiness and I couldn't help but remember my final year at Hogwarts.

"Stop smooching and pass the potatoes! Just because she's my sister doesn't mean I'll sit and watch you suck face all day," announced Ron with a sour look on his food smudged face.

Ginny and I broke apart blushing but our hands were still together beside us on the bench.

"Shove it Ron! Don't be jealous because you're too embarrassed to make your move!"

Ron stuffed a turkey leg into his mouth and proceeded to mutter incoherently. Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes as she lifted a buttered roll behind her book and into her mouth.

"Professor Potter...Are you well?"

I plastered on a smile and turned to look at a woman in her late twenties. She had short burgundy hair that held two small braids with colorful beads at the ends on the sides and brilliant hazel eyes that were framed in a long full face. She had large pouty lips and that made her look constantly pouty.

"I'm fine Professor Roseland. Just thinking."

She smiled and nodded, "I can't help but see myself in them as well. Hogwarts is a place filled with so many special memories."

"Do you plan to continue working here after this year," asked Professor Sprout.

"Yes. I've always loved charms and the like and to be able to teach and be paid for it is a dream come true," she said with a smile.

I watched as Severus rolled his eyes and scowl and I couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped. A few eyes landed on me but I coughed and started to fill my plate and began to eat, a smile in place while I did. Soon dinner had ended and the Prefects and Head boys and girls of each house stood and began leading the first years to their dorms. I stretched and stood.

"Off to bed," I heard Severus ask behind me.

"Are you," I asked.

"Perhaps..."

I grinned, "Care for a bit of tea?"

"Tea sounds nice."

We walked out of the Great Hall and up the stairs towards my quarters talking idly about what students would be trouble by just the looks of them and what students looked to be promising in what class until we reached the double doors of my quarters which now had a portrait above the doorway.

"Good day sir, Potter. As of today I shall be guarding your rooms. The password will be owled to you this evening. I am Sir Roderick."

I smiled up at the dashing knight in the portrait who had long curling raven locks and deep black eyes similar to Sev's. He wore bronze armor and held a long claymore sword, with an oval shaped onyx stone on its hilt.

"I thank you, Sir Roderick."

The doors swung open and I stepped inside followed by Severus who glanced around my quarters approvingly.

"Do you approve," I asked with a smile.

"Not bad, a tad too bright though."

I grinned, "That's because you have vampire like quarters and have developed mannerisms that are similar to those of the creatures that dwell in darkness."

He gave me a blank stare and I smiled brightly as I walked into the small kitchen like area of my quarters and took out a tin from my cupboard as well as two coffee mugs. I reached under the cabinets and took out a kettle that I washed out before filling it and placing it on the small stove and turning on the heat.

I set the mugs on the counter and then opened the tea and called out to Sev, "What type of tea would you prefer."

"Why do you have so many," he asked from behind me causing me to jump.

"I like tea and the old lady who lives on the property next to mine would always stop by and bring me gifts of teas and cookies. I have everything from Earl gray, Oolong, Lipton, lavender, green tea and multiple others."

"What are you having," he asked.

I looked in the tin and pulled out a lavender packet and opened it up placing the tea bag into my mug, "Green tea with lavender. It'll help calm me down so that I can actually sleep tonight."

"I'll have the same."

I did the same for him and then walked out into the living room to have a seat while I waited for the water to boil. I walked over to my couch and plopped down. Sev followed and sat in the chair across from me.

"Why are you sitting so far away," I asked with a lazy smile.

He shrugged his shoulders which can mean everything and nothing all at once. He stood and came over to the couch and sat down one cushion away from me. I pouted for a moment before I started kicking off my shoes. I then brought my legs onto the couch and placed them into Sev's lap.

His eyes got large and then he stared at me, "Comfortable brat?"

"Very," I replied cheekily.

He sat there for a moment and then reached out and pinched my small toe.

"Ouch! That's mean. Why'd it have to be the little piggy?"

"A runt for the runt," he replied with a grin.

I was about to reply when he pinched another toe and then another and then he surprised me by tickling my feet. I laughed and tried to wriggle away. I sat up and tried to free my feet with my arms which he grabbed and then pulled so that I fell forward and landed in his lap, my face on the other side of his hip.

"This is a lot better than your feet," he said with some humor in his voice.

I wiggled and tried to get up and felt his hand smack my bottom, "Hey!"

"That's for sticking your smelly Gryffindor feet on my clean slacks."

I rolled over on my back and crossed my arms glaring up at him.

"Oh, and your Slytherin feet don't stink," I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not at all," he said with a straight face.

I rolled over and started crawling to his feet while he struggled to keep me away from them. I grabbed for his shoes and started untying the laces while he tickled my sides. He succeeded in pulling me up and away from his feet and then he leaned over placing his lips over mine. I stopped all movement of my body, the only exception being my hands that were now tightly wrapped around his neck and my mouth which fed from his hungrily. We devoured each others mouths and I gasped for air when we broke apart which then turned to moans of pleasure as he moved from my mouth to my jaw, neck and lower. He undressed me as he went until He had my robes thrown across the room and my trousers un-zipped and my aching member exposed and in his hand which he moved up and down in a strong rhythm.

I moved so that I sat on his lap, my hands wandering between my legs and under my bottom where his straining erection poked at me in its pants covered prison. My hands worked quickly to unzip his trousers, freeing his member. While I did this I felt Sev's other hand push my trousers down exposing my bottom to the room and pulled them partially down so that his hot member now poked at the cleft in my bottom, so close to my virgin entrance. As the pleasure and intensity increased I began to rock my hips causing my bottom to rub along his member causing his breath to hitch and his grip on mine to increase. I felt a tickling pleasure grown deep inside me and it continued until my vision blurred with pleasurably excited tears and then stars burst in my vision as I felt a powerful force explode inside of me causing my seed to explode outside of me and cover Sev's hand and parts of his body and clothes. I felt a sudden warmth flood the crevice of my bottom as I fell back limply, caught by Sev's strong arm which pulled me against him.

I collapsed boneless against his chest, my head lying on his shoulder with my chin on the other side. I struggled for each and every breath I took and yet Sev seemed somewhat unaffected except for the weak state of his body.

"Why...is it...that I'm...gasping and wheezing...and you're...not?"

He chuckled, "Is that all you can say? No, that was wonderful Sev, or if that was this good I can't wait for intercourse?"

I smiled and tried to move my arms with no result, "That was amazing, Sev. I can't move."

Satisfied with my answer he nodded, "It might have something to do with the fact that you were wiggling and thrusting and mewling like a kitten that had been held over water."

I would have blushed in embarrassment but my body was busy trying to pump blood in other places at the moment.

It was then that I heard the loud whistling of the tea kettle, "How long has that been whistling?"

"I haven't a clue but I suppose we should tend to it before some comes to see what all the racket is," he said as he gently lifted me from his lap and lay me down on the couch. He stood and stretched before leaning over to pick up his robe which he then covered me with. He walked into the kitchen and came out a few minutes later holding two steaming cups that he set on the coffee table. He then looked down at himself and sighed before casting a cleaning spell.

I fought to keep my eyes open but it seemed as I was fighting a losing battle.

I felt him lean over me and heard the soft whisper of the same cleaning spell he had cast on himself and felt a slight tingling sensation along my body and then I felt his arms wriggle beneath my body and then I felt my body get heavier as he lifted me up and into his arms. I felt the swaying movement as he walked and then I felt myself being lowered. I fought to keep my eyes open as I watched him lean in and press a kiss to my brow.

"Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Sev'rus."

I heard his retreating foot steps and part of me wanted to yell out a declaration of emotion. I had the urge to say those three simple words but even thinking about it made my eyes hot and moist. It was too early and too later to declare my love for him. Too early because even though we had known each other for so long our relationship; if you can call it that, was something new and unusual to us. Neither of us had had a real one before and I wanted to take it one baby step at a time. Not that making out on the couch was a baby step...

It was too late because I had no right to proclaim love to him or ask it of him. I was dying and even though I felt like I was full of energy and life I knew better. It was wrong to give him my love and then have death snatch it from him.

I ached to tell him, I truly did but I didn't want to ruin my remaining time with him. It's selfish, I know that but just for once I want something for me.

I let those thoughts drown me in the darkness of sleep.

I woke up nice and early thanks to a large horned owl who insisted on a treat after waking me from my peaceful slumber. He stood there on my chest pecking at my fingers until I finally gave in and sat up, causing him to take flight. I angrily picked up the parchment in my lap and opened it.

Good Morning,

Hope you enjoyed your wake up call.

Sev

I growled and yanked my blankets off as I stood and stumbled my way into the bathroom. I relieved my aching bladder and then hopped into the shower and scrubbed from head to toe before shampooing and conditioning my rowdy hair. I got out of the shower and dried myself quickly dressed in a clean outfit with a black robe before I walked over to the book shelf with a large wooden box on the middle shelf and opened it, taking out a treat and tossing it to the large horned owl that perched on the opposite bookshelf.

He caught his treat and hooted in a manner that sounded like his way of saying "finally", before he took off through the window that I left slightly ajar for cid and Hedwig. I slid on my shoes and grabbed my cane and made my way to the Great Hall.

Upon reaching it I greeted Nearly Headless Nick and avoided the Bloody Baron's egg attack. I took my seat near Severus and grabbed a plate, piling it with bacon, toast and two sunny sides up eggs. I ate quickly and then downed a glass of orange juice and bid everyone a good day as I quickly made my way to my classroom. Once there I wrote my name on the chalkboard and made sure everything was where it was supposed to be. My first class of first year Gryffindor and Slytherins wandered in and took their seats.

"I am Professor Potter and I shall be teaching Defense against the Dark Arts. My job is to make sure that you are able to defend yourselves as well as your friends, family and neighbors from the dark side of magic. Who can tell me what the definition of a Dark art is?"

A young boy eagerly raised his hand, wiggling in his seat. He reminded me a lot of Hermione.

"Yes, Mr. Fedderton."

"A Dark art is any type of magic that can be used and studied and with the intent to harm others."

"Very good, Mr. Fedderton. You are correct but in the world of magic there are many things that can cause harm, even spells, potions, hexes and otherwise that you use everyday that you think harmless. Magic is your greatest weapon ally but it is also your greatest downfall and enemy. Since this is your first year and your first Defense class we shall start by listing some of the dark arts and what they do. Raise your hand if you can name some."

Many hands rose and after compiling a list I assigned each student a dark art and for their homework they had to list ways to counter act or defend against that particular art.

With my second years we started with basic defensive maneuvers and casting. With my third years we discussed the dark creatures and defensive measures that can be taken and how to avoid the creatures in the first place. My fourth years reviewed a bit of the basics and then moved on to practicing a defensive spell as well as my fifth years and sixth years. My seventh years started with the basic review what they had learned throughout their first six years and we ended by practicing the spells they knew so that I could assess what needed to be taught.

Lunch rolled around and I worked right through it. Dinner time rolled around and I made my way down and found the hall lively and loud. I grabbed a plate and filled it to the point of collapsing and then I made my way to my classroom where I ate and set up for tomorrow's lessons.

Each day passed in the same manner with an occasional detention and a misfired spell causing mayhem and a student in need of Poppy's expertise.

On the weekends I spent time with Severus and occasionally with other staff members. Quidditch started and I became assistant coach for Gryffindor which once again gave me the thrill of flying high and fast. Before I knew it the holidays had begun. The leaves changed color and fell from their branches and school was in full swing. I found myself sitting in my room starring at the flyer for the school Halloween party and decided that now was as good a time as any to have another first with Severus. Tomorrow night I would lead him away from the party and to my rooms where we could spend the night and thankfully the next morning since Halloween fell on a Friday. I grinned as I went to bed since I needed to be ready bright and early tomorrow.

To Be Continued...

Wow...I decided to end this chapter early. I'm tired and the more tired I get the crappier my writing gets. I always get to these points where I lose my train of thought and some how I get derailed from the idea I had originally had. I suppose as long as everything winds up at the same destination that's okay.

Well I'm still at work so now I shall pop in Vandread. It's such a GREAT anime series. I am waiting for my payday so I can get vols 12, 13 and the movie for Full Metal Alchemist I need to write a fic for that series as well.

Has anyone out there seen the anime known as 12 Kingdoms? If so, would you read a fanfic for that series? I would love to write an Enki/Shoryuu(King En) fic or Youko/Rakushun.

Let me know.

Kat