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A year earlier, Albus had taken young Severus Snape back into the fold. The boy had been a Death Eater and had come to Albus to confess his sins. In a terrible moment of weakness, Albus had promised to help Severus escape the Ministry’s justice if he let Albus take him. Severus had agreed and Albus had had him right there, bent over the chair in his study. He could still hear the words the younger wizard had managed to stutter as he accepted their bargain. “What, what do you want me to do?” Severus had asked him breathlessly. Albus had pushed Severus to his knees and said, “Suck me.” Severus had blinked in surprise but had little time to react further as Dumbledore had pulled aside his own robes, revealing his semi-erect organ. Severus had leaned forward and cautiously swirled his tongue around the head of Dumbledore’s cock. He had pulled back, startled as Dumbledore’s cock leapt at the brief contact. As he opened his mouth in an ‘oh’ of surprise, Dumbledore had shoved his cock in, almost choking Severus. Dumbledore had backed off and started to make shallower thrusts as he had realised that Severus’ throat was not relaxed enough to accommodate him. Seeing his cock disappearing into the mouth of this rebellious boy who had once been his student and who was on his knees before him seeking redemption had turned Albus on, stoking a fire that many would not have believed a wizard of his age still possessed. He had grabbed his balls and tugged them down harshly as he sought to extricate himself from that hot mouth. Severus had looked up at him questioningly, his swollen lips themselves testament to his debauchery. “Remove your robes.” Albus’ voice had showed his need. Severus had turned his eyes away from the older wizard as he shrugged out of his robes. Naked, exposed, he shuddered. That movement had jerked Dumbledore back into action. He had soundlessly moved Severus into position, draped across the chair in his study, arse high in the air. Albus had stood behind him, hand caressing Severus’ hole. Albus had grunted as Severus’ body refused to grant him entrance. Grasping his wand, he had muttered a lubrication spell and had finally been able to slip into the warm tight channel. Severus had kept quiet throughout, silently paying the price of freedom. As Albus slammed into him harder and faster, he had reached around to stroke Severus’ cock. The arousal had built quickly and was soon too much for Severus, who came, taking Albus with him. The rush of lust finally sated, Albus had looked down and saw his former student bent over his chair. The chair had splashes of ejaculate on it, slowly seeping into the silk of the fabric. Severus himself was sweaty, sticky and reeked of sex, as did Albus himself. Albus had felt ashamed: he should be beyond such desires, such weaknesses as the one he had submitted to. It was Snape’s fault; he had looked all penitent, willing to please. Albus had heard the rumours about the Death eater orgies but that still hadn’t given him the right to make this his price for protecting Severus. Disgusted, he had pulled out of Severus, choosing to ignore the whimper of the younger wizard as he popped free through Severus’ ring of muscle. He had cast a cleansing charm on himself and pulled his robes straight. Severus had just lain across the chair, unsure whether or not he was allowed to move. “Get up.” Albus had said coldly, wanting more than anything to be anywhere but where he was. Severus had taken his robe from Albus’ outstretched arm and covered himself modestly. Albus paced the room, trying to think how to get Severus out of his rooms as quickly as possible; he couldn’t bring himself to face the boy. “You need to lie low whilst I talk to the Ministry. It may take a couple of months to get the assurances we need that they will not seek to send you to Azkabahn; politicians rarely give straight answers directly. There is a cave above Hogsmeade where you can hide. I shall get the house-elves to send you food at the cave when I can.” As Severus had limped out of his office, Albus had felt so guilty at letting his desire overwhelm him. He had also been angry at Snape, part of his mind convinced that Snape had planned to seduce him. Seduce later became entrap as he had discovered that Severus had been a virgin when Albus took him. It is possible for a wizard to conceive the first time he is taken by another wizard. The more powerful the wizard to whom he loses his virginity, the more likely he is to conceive. Albus had damned himself thrice over for his failure to even consider that Severs might be untouched, but it was too late, the damage was done. Having no choice in the matter, Albus had had to take Severus in. He was the great Albus Dumbledore. Many in their community would be thrilled that a wizard as powerful as he was finally procreating. He couldn’t bear the scandalous truth coming to light: he had been weak, the victim of desire, he had taken a young boy’s innocence and planted his seed within him. He didn’t want people to know that he was a licentious libidinous old fool. Moreover, Albus was part of a generation that had been brought up to believe in the importance of family, of staying together, of making the best of things and taking care of one’s responsibilities. He couldn’t see Severus and his child on the streets, or worse, in the bosom of the Death Eater’s Severus had fled. So, every day he was faced by his weakness, his lapse in judgement, he had to see the result grow and take over Severus’ slim body. Sometimes, he lost his temper. People who once respected him, scoffed at him getting a young wizard into trouble. Others who had once treated him as an equal, now thought they had to humour him, as he had to humour them, pretending that he didn’t know that they were laughing at him behind his back. When he lost his temper, the one he almost always took it out on was the wizard who had trapped him like this, condemning him to mockery and ridicule. He knew that Severus had had no idea that he could conceive, he knew that he was being unfair, but if he couldn’t blame Severus, then the only person left to blame was himself. Sometimes, he scared himself with the depth of his anger, the violence with which he beat Severus. Occasionally, the sound of breaking bones or the soft whimpers of the boy, fighting to remain conscious amidst the onslaught his body endured, managed to permeate the red fog that clouded Albus’ brain. Then, he would see what he was doing; he would look dispassionately at the battered wreck before him and would feel disgusted with himself. The mornings following the beatings, Albus would wake up to find Severus right on the far edge of their bed, not daring to leave it but not wanting to be any closer to the monster he was bound to than was absolutely necessary. Dumbledore would look at the bruises covering Severus, would see him cradle broken bones and guilt would well up in his heart. Invariably, Severus would tremble as Albus moved towards him. Albus would heal those wounds he could. He would then take the slight shaking form with its increasingly swollen stomach into his arms and beg forgiveness. He promised that he would love them, both the child and the child he carried, he swore to himself that he could love them. He would kiss the pregnant belly, knowing that Severus was tense, afraid, unable to run to save himself or his child, totally dependent on Albus’ mood swings, willing to let Albus do what he would to prevent more abuse. He had been such a fool. He had never realised what he had. He had only ever seen what he had lost: his freedom, his position in the community, his self-respect. The birth of their child had drained Severus terribly and he had been confined to bed for several weeks after the arrival of the baby. Albus had been happy to take the public congratulations, insincere and shallow as they seemed to him, but he had barely been able to bring himself to look at the child itself. To look at the being that was part him and part Severus; incontrovertible proof of what he had done to Severus, of his own terrible weakness. He couldn’t even look Severus in the eye, suspecting that the difficult birth and the problems Severus had had recovering from it, were his fault, for beating Severus, for driving him to the stage where the boy would tremble and try to make his heavily pregnant form as inconspicuous as possible every time Albus entered their rooms. Severus had rarely left their rooms since early on in his pregnancy, when Hagrid had seen him and questioned him about the bruises on his face and the way in which he cradled his (broken) arm against his body. Embarrassed, Severus had claimed to have slipped and then raced back to Albus’ chambers, where he had waited in fear for Hagrid to speak to the Headmaster. The stress and the whole business of having a baby around had irritated Albus. He had taken that irritation out on Severus. Severus had grown silent by this time, spending as much time in their son’s room as possible. When they had come face to face, Severus had averted his eyes and tried to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Yet, sometimes this show of fear angered Albus too and again he would hit out. The final straw, the event that had led them here, that may have cost Albus everything, seemed now to be so stupid. Albus had had a hard day. He had come back to his rooms hoping to find some peace, only to find Severus struggling to calm their fretful son. “Merlin’s beard, Severus, can’t you stop him screaming?” Albus had yelled. Severus had tensed and clutched the child tighter in his arms. The baby, sensing the tension in the air, had only screamed louder and Albus had pushed past Severus to get away from the screaming child, knocking both Severus and the baby he held to the floor in his frustration. He hadn’t been there to witness Severus’ panic as the baby’s head hit the floor. Although he had never sought medical treatment for his own injuries, Severus had taken his child straight to Poppy Pomfrey, who had organised a speedy transfer to St. Mungo’s. Albus had returned from a long walk in the Hogwarts grounds to find both Severus and their child gone. Poppy had finally been persuaded to tell him that they were at St. Mungo’s. Albus had rushed over to find that Severus refused to speak to him, refused to even let him see their son. Overcome with remorse, Albus had waited outside the ward in which his son and partner were being treated, until he was told that they would be fine. He hadn’t seen either of them in three days, even though he had been to the hospital every day. He had borne the staff’s antipathy for him as best he could but it was hard to see the condemnation in their faces and to know that he had no defence to offer. Today, he had tried to see them again, only to be told that Severus had left the hospital, had taken their son to a refuge for battered spouses. Livid, Albus had stormed out of the hospital and immediately used a locator spell to find the area of the refuge. It had heavy charms on it and few wizards would have been powerful enough to see past them, but Albus had and had arrived here to speak to Severus, to bring him home.
“Severus.” The other wizard leapt from his chair and held his wand out in shaking fingers, his other arm clasped around his child. “Don’t make me. If you come near me, I’ll do it,” Severus hissed. Albus held up his open hands, palms upwards, to show that he wasn’t holding his wand. “I’m not here to fight, Severus. Please, I just want to apologise.” Stunned, Severus’ wand almost fell from his grasp. “Apologise, can’t you see, that isn’t enough. I let you hurt me, wasn’t that enough for you? Why did you have to hurt Willem too?” “Severus, I’m sorry. I struck out. I shouldn’t have done. I shouldn’t hurt either of you. Please give me another chance.” “He nearly died, you know?” Severus said quietly, glancing down at the baby in his arms. “I didn’t know. They wouldn’t tell me. Severus, please, I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you?” “You can get help so that you don’t lash out at us anymore.” “I don’t need help, Severus. We don’t need for more people to know about this than already know. Just come home. I’ll make everything alright.” “No. I can’t put Willem through the same things I went through, I just can’t.” “Severus, what do you mean? Severus, look at me. Please talk to me,” Albus begged. “I…my parents…my father was like you. He got angry. He hit my mother. He hit me too. I never knew what it was I’d done wrong. If I could have figured it out, I could have been better, then he wouldn’t need to hit me anymore. I tried so hard, for him and for you.” “What?” Albus was stunned to find that Severus blamed himself for their problems. “I know I’m doing something wrong. I just don’t understand why you had to take out my failings on our baby.” “You haven’t failed Severus. You have given me this beautiful baby boy. We are a family. I won’t let you break this family apart.” Severus trembled at the perceived threat, but resolutely raised his wand. Albus reached him in one stride and twisted Severus’ arm until the wand clattered to the floor. Severus tried to shelter Willem with his body. “Please,” he begged, “Please don’t.” “I’m not going to hurt you, you stupid child,” Albus snapped in irritation. He looked down at his child, whose jet black eyes, so like Severus’ eyes, were staring up at him. He felt Severus shudder as he realised that Albus’ attention was on their months old son. The only time Albus had paid the child any attention, he had ended up fighting for his life in St. Mungo’s. Severus expected Albus to snatch the child from his arms, so he was surprised when Albus turned him and merely put his arms around Severus’, holding the child with him. “Don’t you want what’s best for our son?” “Of course.” “Then come back home with me.” “I can’t.” “What other choice do you have? Are you going to go back to your parents, let your father help look after Willem? Or perhaps you think you’ll find a warm welcome with Voldemort? He doesn’t take kindly to traitors, Severus.” Severus mumbled something. “What was that?” “I…I said, that we’ll be just fine on our own.” Severus’ voice sounded weak but he raised his head resolutely. “Will you? How exactly will you look after the child?” “I can get a job.” “One that will allow you to care for a newborn? Severus, you aren’t a fit parent without me. If you leave me, I shall petition the Ministry for sole custody of Willem.” “They won’t give you custody. I’ll get his records from St. Mungo’s. They won’t let you have him,” Severus spat. Dumbledore chuckled. “Oh Severus, do you really think that? The Ministry is still impressed by bloodlines and family, even after all these years. I am from an ancient, powerful family. Who are you? A poor wretch of a wizard from one of the more obscure branches of an unnoted family. You can’t even afford to dress yourself properly, let alone provide a home and food for our child.” Severus looked down in shame at his threadbare robes and tatty cloak. Doubtless, these clothes had seen better days, most probably long before Severus was born. “It’s not right.” “That’s the world we live in. You cannot win. I am very kindly offering you the chance to return with me to Hogwarts, where you can care for our son. He would hate you if he knew that you were willing to split his family up and raise him in poverty. Didn’t you used to dream that you were rich, even as you studied from your out of date, hand-me-down textbooks? Why put our son through that needlessly?” Severus looked around in defeat. “Come on boy, it’s not that bad. I’ll try harder to control my temper. I’m sorry for hurting you and Willem. Give me a chance to prove it to you.” Slowly, Severus’ shoulders slumped and he nodded. “Good boy. Come on my love, let’s go home.” At that moment, an old witch swept into the kitchen. She took in the situation at a glance and her lip curled. “Mister Snape, partners are not allowed here. This is a safe house.” Severus rolled his eyes at that statement. It hadn’t been safe for him; Albus had been able to find him. Perhaps Albus was so powerful that there was truly no place in the world where he and Willem could hide. Taking in the boy’s air of defeat and Albus Dumbledore’s smugness, her tone softened, “You do know that you don’t have to return to him?” “Don’t I?” The bitterness in his tone cut her to the quick. “You have taken a big step in leaving. You can do this, Severus.” She watched as the boy considered her words, before looking up at Albus. He made his decision and stepped towards the elder wizard, allowing Albus to enfurl him and his child in a protective embrace. “Things will be different from now on. Albus has promised us. Things will be better,” he said quietly. The witch caught the resignation in Severus’ voice as he allowed himself to be led away by Albus. She felt sorry for the boy who was willingly returning to an abusive wizard. Couldn’t he see? How could he go back knowing what would happen? Oh, how she wished that she could make those at the Ministry see the things she saw, day in, day out. Maybe then, they would agree to a change in wizarding law, perhaps give her more money, so that she could help more people escape violent partners, help her provide better protection, more powerful wards. Sadly, she poured away the virtually untouched cup of tea Severus had been drinking and set about tidying the kitchen, until everything was back in its proper place once more.
Severus saw the place where his son’s head had hit the floor. All of a sudden, he was reliving that night, once more experiencing a parent’s terror as he raced through the corridors of the school to the infirmary, not caring who saw him, not caring what they said about his tatty clothes, his unkempt appearance, the baby he had borne to a much older wizard. Albus saw Severus’ gaze, almost boring a hole into the floor. He guided the younger wizard into their child’s bedroom and helped him to settle Willem into his cot. He had never spent this much time with his son but he did not linger once the child was settled. He knew that Severus was not yet ready to trust him alone with the baby. Fifteen minutes later, Severus poked his head out of the nursery cautiously and saw Albus settled on a sofa in the corner of his living room waiting for him. “Is he asleep?” Albus said softly. Severus nodded and pulled the nursery door to. “Come here Severus,” said Albus, gesturing to the sofa next to him. Albus watched as Severus stood, frozen in fear, and then slowly began to move towards him. He could almost see the speed at which Severus’ heart now pounded, as he tried to squash his terror of the other wizard. Finally, Severus reached him and sat down, trying to maintain some distance between them. Albus allowed his skittish partner to calm himself, before he slowly moved his arm towards him. Severus closed his eyes and flinched, but the expected blow never came. Instead, Albus stroked his cheek. “You know, Severus, when a couple argue, as we have, and then get back together, there is a process to be gone through, a process called making up.” Severus nearly shot off the sofa. He weighed up his options and, deciding that his best chance was to do whatever Albus wanted, said softly, “I am not aware of this process. Perhaps you could show me?” Albus smiled at the red hot blush that crossed Severus’ face as he said this. He drew the younger wizard closer, only feeling minimal resistance. “I would be delighted to show you, my dear,” he said as he lifted Severus and took him to their bed. As they neared their destination, he could feel Severus tense and then deliberately calm himself again. He deposited Severus on the bed and stood above him, taking off his robe. Severus appeared frozen as he was confronted with Albus Dumbledore in all his naked glory. He was moving off the bed, to kneel on the floor, when Albus stopped him. “No love, this is for you.” He pushed Severus back against the bed and proceeded to kiss and touch him, slowly bringing him to orgasm. Once Severus was suitably relaxed, Albus set about preparing him. Severus tensed as the first finger breached his body. This hadn’t happened before. He was unsure, but Albus hadn’t hurt him since they’d returned and he didn’t want to do anything that would break this mood, so he concentrated on trying to relax. Finally Albus sheathed himself inside Severus. He tried to be slow and gentle, but his desire took over and their mating was fast and animalistic. As his seed shot into Severus’ body, Albus had the presence of mind to kiss the young wizard passionately: a possessive kiss. Oh yes, Severus was his and he had no intention of letting anyone take Severus or their child from him. Oh no, nobody would split his family up. He would kill them before he would let them leave. The End.
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