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SUMMARY: Severus Snape accuses Albus Dumbledore of rape. Dumbledore claims that it is all a misunderstanding. Who is believed, the Savior or the Turncoat?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story will be very explicit and delve into some very disturbing themes. Read at your own risk.

Beta: Margaret

Part 1 - Trial

The Wizongamot was in an uproar.

So far they had managed to keep the entire sordid business hushed up and out of the press, but it was only a matter of time before some nosy reporter caught wind of a devastating scandal.

The three members who sat in judgment glared from on high in their severe black robes. Not a man among them was under ninety years old. Though bent and very frail looking, these were three of the most powerful men in the wizarding world.

The long bench that usually held twelve men was almost empty. This was not a meeting of the full council. Today there would be no audience in the gallery. There would be no witnesses.

They glared down at the problem before them with dread; glancing back and forth between the two men standing before them.

The first wizard was a member of their own august body. He was one of the most powerful, most respected wizards to hold the title of Grand Master in the last century: a venerable paragon of virtue, noble of family, and unimpeachable of character, a man who had fought for the side of Light for over one hundred years. Under other circumstances, it is he who would sit at the head of this council.

The other was a mere child of thirty-seven, of a poor, unimportant family. One who had freely admitted to once having been under the sway of the Dark Lord: though none could deny that the boy had returned to the Light, and paid a very heavy price.

"I call this meeting of the Wizongamot special council to order. I, Alginon Dupree shall be acting as Magistrate of the Council. Along with my fellow council members Phillip Walters and Reginald Travailian, we shall be sitting in judgment on this most sensitive matter." Said the presiding member dryly for the benefit of the quill that was taking down every word of the proceedings. Though after this particular tribunal, the record would probably be destroyed.

"We are here today to pass judgment on the grave accusations made by Professor Severus Snape against Grand High Wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts School, Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster Dumbledore, you have been accused of the crime of rape against the person of Severus Snape. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty, of course, Algi." The older man wearing fine robes of red satin with gold trim around the cuffs and collar, with a matching hat tucked into his belt. He smiled genially at them from behind his half moon shaped glasses.

He was as always the perfect picture of kindness and benign wisdom.

The man leaned down and whispered to Dumbledore. "Albus, you must call me Magistrate. This is official business."

"Sorry about that, Old boy."

"Yes, now, we will hear Professor Snape's version of the alleged incident." The man in the middle of the gathering turned back to Professor Dumbledore. "In difference to your age and position, you may sit while the testimony is given Headmaster."

"Thank you, Algi." Dumbledore nodded and with a smile at Snape strolled over to a chair that a pair of Aurors had brought out for him. They were the only other people in the courtroom. The two rather large men in red robes moved back two steps to flank the older wizard like an honor guard. He looked like a king, reclining in the chair with his robes spilling majestically about him.

Both of the Aurors gave Snape contemptuous looks. No need to ask which of them these men believed.

The Magistrate sighed, but said nothing about the use if his given name as he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. "Professor Snape, please relate the facts of the alleged incident as you recall them."

Folding his arms over his chest, wrapping himself in his long black cloak, and standing a little straighter he turned towards the men. Trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness he flipped his long lank black hair from his eyes. Professor Snape looked over the three men who sat in judgment of them, of him. He was apprehensive, well aware that he was an outsider here.

One who was without a wand; it made him feel vulnerable, naked.

Severus Snape wanted to curl up in a ball and scream. This was insane! Voldemort was dead. His life should be perfect, or at the very least tolerable.

Finally after almost twenty years of what amounted to indentured servitude, he was supposed to be free, truly free, without obligations to spy or atone.

Why was he not at this moment in his dungeon giving detentions, doing research? He should not be standing before these men accusing Albus Dumbledore of rape.

When had the world gone mad?

Sadly it was not the fact that he had been raped that was so confusing. That particular crime had been done to him so many times that he could almost ignore it.

The realization that he was scarcely affected by being raped frightened him by itself.

He had been brutalized more times then he could remember, used by Malfoy, Voldemort, and the Death Eaters. While still fairly innocent in school, he had been trapped in the Prefect's bathroom and gang raped by Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew.

Severus had tried to tell the Hogwarts staff about that assault, but no one had ever let him finish. He had been summarily dismissed, and told never to repeat those 'vile lies' again or he would be expelled.

It was made painfully obvious to Severus Snape that he was unimportant. That the so-called honor of the school, and that of the `Golden Gryffindors' held precedence over his petty concerns. And so when Lucius Malfoy had cornered him in the Slytherin common room told him to strip and get on his hands and knees, he had felt that he had no choice but to submit.

By shear force of will he had managed to find a way to cope. He refused to allow his enemies to destroy him. Sometimes in the night, he woke up screaming and shaking, but thanks to some silencing spells, no one had ever witnessed those displays of weakness.

No one knew.

He was a Slytherin, and a true Slytherin would never show weakness, would not allow his enemies to see his pain.

But it was different this time. Of all of the pain, all the humiliation, that had been heaped upon him his entire life, it was Albus Dumbledore's betrayal that had nearly broken him. This time he had been violated by the only person in the world he truly trusted.

And then, as he reeled from the insanity of being assaulted by the man he had thought of as his only real friend, things became worse.

As soon as the Ministry realized whom the accusation was against, they had informed him that the matter would be turned over to the Wizongamot!

He suspected that everyone he had spoken to at the Ministry had been obliviated.

By order of the Wizongamot he had immediately been taken by portkey and placed in an isolation cell. For his protection, of course, they had insisted. He had not been allowed to contact anyone, had not even known exactly where he was.

He could not help but wondered if they would even give him a hearing seeing as Dumbledore was head of the bloody council!

It was probably only because he had begun having morning sickness causing the discovery of the pregnancy that they were forced to address the issue and not just leave him to rot.

Children were all too rare in the Wizarding world, especially one by such a powerful man as Albus Dumbledore. The first words out of the mediwitch's mouth after she had done the paternity test had been, 'You do understand that abortion is not an option under these circumstances?'

His rights had already been curtailed, but that did not matter. Severus did not want to terminate the pregnancy. As strange as many would think it, he wanted the child. Already felt protective over the tiny new life growing within him. What he was fighting for was his freedom.

How backwards was this? Severus was the victim, yet it was he who had to grovel and beg to be released!

His deep black eyes were unreadable as he focused his mind on what was before him. Slowly he began to speak his voice clear, low and what many would dreamily call silky. "On the 31st of August of this year, I had been called to the Headmaster's office on the pretense of discussing some arrangements for the Welcoming Feast. I had been there for perhaps twenty minutes when," He swallowed. "When Headmaster Dumbledore stood up from behind his desk and came to the couch. He sat beside me, his leg touching mine. I am uncomfortable being touched in such a familiar manner, so I tried to move away, but he followed, soon he trapped me against the arm of the couch. He placed his hand on my right thigh and told me that he thought that I was a, he used the term 'hottie'. He suggested that since I would not have to spy anymore that we could, deepen our relationship." Snape closed his eyes and shuddered. "I told him that while I was flattered that he found me attractive, I was not interested."

"You are saying that Headmaster Dumbledore did not respect your wishes?" Said the Magistrate.

"He raped me." Snape reminded him angrily.

"Had you given the Headmaster any reason to believe that you would be amiable to his advances?" Asked the Magistrate.

"No, none." Snape said flatly. "How could I? He has never even hinted that he had this, desire before he attacked me."

"Are you quite sure that you did not inadvertently give him some sign that you were interested? According to our sources your sexual preference does lean more towards other men."

"As it happens, sir, being homosexual does not necessitate promiscuity. I do not spread my legs for everyone I meet with a 'Y' chromosome." 'Not willingly,' He thought bitterly. "Besides, I have always thought of Headmaster Dumbledore as a father figure." Snape glanced in the old man's direction, but could not meet the eyes of the man he had once revered. "I never considered him as a perspective sexual partner."

"Yet, he seemed to believe that you might be interested." The Magistrate insisted.

"I told him an unequivocal 'no'." Severus countered. "He looked angry, at least I though it was anger. But he grabbed my arms and pulled me into a kiss. He was stronger then I would have thought possible. I tried to push him away, to reach for my wand, but he took it from my sleeve and tossed it across the room. We struggled. He told me to stop fighting, said that he knew that I wanted him, that I was just playing hard to get. When I continued to protest, he used a spell to remove my clothes and pushed me onto the floor. He, I was under him, with my legs forced apart. He spoke a spell and bound my hands over my head, and then he opened his robes." Snape had to stop, he had to compose himself, stop trembling at the memory of Dumbledore's face, blue eyes blazing with lust, and the sight of that massive engorged cock about to penetrate him.

"I could not move. Headmaster Dumbledore grabbed my hips and he, forced himself into, my, my….vagina." The last word was little more then a whisper as his pale face flushed red with shame.

"Vagina?" One of the judges, a pinch-faced man with only a few wispy white hairs and a myriad of liver spots, looked completely puzzled at that.

"The Dark Lord," He still could not bring himself to call Voldemort by name. "Found out that I had betrayed him. He had sought to punish me. When I was held captive before he was destroyed by Potter, he turned me into a hermaphrodite." Feeling nauseated, angry and disgusted Snape was trying not to burst into tears at having to admit to such a humiliating punishment. Worse yet, there was no way to reverse the condition.

Voldemort had sentenced him to spend the rest of his life as a she-male freak!

"You did not read the report, Phillip." The Magistrate noted to the slightly befuddled councilman. The other man looked at the folder full of papers before him. His eyes widened, a slight smile played on his lips, which he tried to hide behind his hand. He wanted to convey shock. "Oh my word…"

Snape's face was hot; he felt the blush deepen knowing that the mediwitch had taken pictures of his injuries.

"I know this must be very difficult for you. But you must continue, Professor Snape." The Magistrate told him coldly, without the compassion that the words would have implied.

"Dumbledore held me down, he, started thrusting, I told him that he was hurting me, I," He did not want to admit what happened next. "I begged him to stop. He laughed and he, bit me, bit my breast." His arms pulled tighter against his chest. "I do not know how long it took but I, felt him ejaculate inside me."

"And what happened after this?" The oldest member prompted him to continue. Severus swallowed and tried to bring his emotions back under control. "He sat back and gave me a pat on the leg, he said, I was the best lay he had had in years. That after he had rested a little, he would, make use of the other hole."

"And you took this to mean?"

"He was intending to forcibly insert his member into my anterior excretory cavity."

"Pardon?" Phillip asked looking confused again.

"He was going to fuck me up the arse." Snape sneered at the feigned shock on the men's faces.

"Please watch your language, Professor." Warned the Magistrate. "And how did you escape?"

"I told him that I would submit to his desires if he would not hurt me again. He thought me cowed, so he released the binding spell. He told me to get on my hands and knees so that he could take me that way. I acted as though I intended to comply, but when he got behind me, I kicked back, knocked him over. I ran to the fireplace, grabbed some floo powder and used it to get too my rooms. Then I warded the fireplace, put on some clothes and took the secret passage from my rooms to the Forest. From there I apparated to the Ministry."

"And have since discovered that you are with child." Said the Magistrate.

"Yes." He could not look them in the eye.

"And you are sure that Headmaster Dumbledore is the father of the child that you carry? By your own admission you had been forcefully taken by a number of Death Eaters just a few weeks prior." Phillip asked insistently.

"Now he reads the bloody report!' Snape thought bitterly. "They used contraception spells. Lucius Malfoy was intending to impregnate me on Halloween night, to use a ritual to create a powerful heir to replace his son Draco since the boy had rejected the Dark Lord. Malfoy made it clear that while the others could use me, he would have castrated anyone who forgot to use the spell and impregnated me before he had his chance. Besides, your own Mediwitch did the paternity test. It is in the report."

"Yes, I see." Noted Phillip reading the appropriate line. "Father - Albus Dumbledore."

"It's a boy." The Headmaster smiled proudly at them.

The wizard to the left of the Magistrate, Reginald, looked down at Snape. "You do realize that Headmaster Dumbledore is almost One hundred and sixty years old?" The implication obvious, that the poor, feeble, saintly old man could not (read would not) have forced him.

"You do realize that Professor Dumbledore personally killed sixteen Death Eaters when they attacked Hogwarts? Not to mention having knocked me up!" Countered Snape.

"Yes. Well," The magistrate said softly. "Ah, Headmaster." They all turned to the old man who sat and smiled at them as if he were taking tea. "Could you tell us what happened?" Dumbledore stood; Severus felt his heart sink as they looked on expectantly. They did not ask Dumbledore for his version of the alleged incident; they already assumed that whatever he said was the truth.

By the end of the day he had no doubt they would be congratulating the Headmaster for his virility!

"I would first like to apologize for putting everyone through this unpleasantness. I especially wish to beg Severus' forgiveness, for much of this my fault." Snape looked like he had been struck with a spell. He just gapped at the older wizard's words. Snape never expected Dumbledore to admit any guilt. "You see, some of what Severus said is true. I did make a pass at him. As anyone with eyes can see, Severus is a rather striking young man, and I have been attracted to him for some time. Though I did not call him to my office for that reason as he suggests, I did act without thinking and caused the boy some discomfort."

"On that day, as I spoke of the feast he was looking very withdrawn, and quiet. I did go over to the couch and sit beside him. And I did touch him: simply a pat on the leg, meant in a completely platonic context. I was surprised when he leaned against me. I put my arms around him thinking he needed to be comforted. While I held him I did tell him of my attraction and that I wished to deepen our relationship, and then we were kissing."

"That's a lie!" Snape gasped.

"Professor, you have had your say, do not interrupt again unless you wish to be silenced and removed from the proceedings!" Severus ground his teeth, but said nothing more.

"I am sorry Severus, but the truth must come out." Dumbledore turned back to his fellows on the bench, "To be honest, I was rather shocked at his behavior. Severus was quite wonton. He crawled into my lap, spread his legs wide and rubbed himself against me. I admit that I should have had better control, but I just could not stop thinking about the fact that he was offering me a go at a complete set of both male and female genitalia, even a pair of rather large hooters." He said with an impish grin. "Which, I might add, he had already bared for my inspection. It is a pity he is hiding them now, they are quite stunning I assure you." There was chuckling from behind covered mouths. Severus glared at them, hugging his chest tightly. "I fear my resistance to such exquisite temptation was nil. It was not long before we were on the floor shagging like bunnies."

"NO!" Snape yelped, he obviously wanted to protest, but was stared down by the members of the council allowing Dumbledore to continue his testimony. "Sadly it was not until after I had reached completion that I realized what I had done. It is embarrassing for one of my advanced years to say that he acted like a randy schoolboy, not even thinking to use a simple contraceptive spell. But much worse, in my passion induced haze I did not think about what the boy had been through. He had been held by the Death Eaters for weeks, changed into a hermaphrodite and raped on a daily basis. I realized later that he had kissed me, not with passion as I thought, but what he perceived as self-preservation. His body and mind reacted to my unintended advance as aggression, as he had been conditioned to do in his captivity. If he submitted to his attackers acted as if eager for them, they would take their pleasure and leave him otherwise unhurt. If he resisted, they beat and used unforgivables on him. Severus' confused mind placed me in the role of attacker."

"So you are saying that the intercourse was consensual?" The Magistrate asked, with obvious relief.

"I believed it to be. But Severus, when he realized what he had done, that he had initiated sexual contact between us, he panicked. Since he could not face up to his actions, he convinced himself that I must have forced him. He became hysterical, ran for the floo without even picking up his clothes or wand. The rest is as he told you."

"None of that is true!" Snape hissed. "He is lying! I never…"

"Severus, please, I wished to spare you this, but if you continue to insist on repeating these falsehoods against me, then I will be forced to bring Remus Lupin to testify."

Snape choked - his black eyes wide with abject terror.

"What does Mr. Lupin have to do with this situation?" Asked the Magistrate looking confused. "I was under the impression that he was not at Hogwarts this year."

"Remus is in Romania at the moment. But he was present when Professor Snape was rescued from the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. It was Remus that opened the cell door and told Severus that he was free. In response to this news, Severus…"

"Headmaster!" Severus gasped cutting him off. "I did not recognize him! You know that I was delirious at the time!" His eyes begged Dumbledore not to make him relive that humiliation.

"Yes, Severus," The old man said gently, ignoring his silent plea. "You were quite delirious when you crawled over to him on your hands and knees and tried to perform oral sex on him."

"Is this true, Professor Snape?" The Magistrate leapt in, anxious to believe whatever Dumbledore said.

"I had been raped not ten minutes before; they said another Death Eater was on his way to use me, and that he demanded to be greeted in that manner unless I wanted to feel the cruciatus curse again." His usually deep voice almost broke. "I did not see Remus Lupin, only another Death Eater."

"Then it is true." The smugness in the Magistrate's voice was sickening. They had him.

"Yes, but, but..." He protested weakly, knowing already that it was futile.

"You were confused, distraught, frightened: just as you had been when you enticed me into having sex with you Severus." Dumbledore informed him, the older man's body language simply radiated sympathy.

"NO! It is a damned lie!" Snape gasped backing away from his former friend. The two large Aurors came up and grabbed his arms. "Release me!"

"Silencio!" The spell struck Snape as he tried to protest. No sound came from his mouth. He shook his head, and still attempted to speak, he seemed to be pleading with the men.

"Professor Snape's female orifice did have some bruising, Albus. There were teeth marks on his, well, breasts also." Noted the magistrate uncomfortably looking at the report. His conscience was a rather tired old thing, which had been ignored for the 'greater good' many times, but it was still there.

"It had been some time since I had been with anyone, Alginon. Duties to the school and the war, you see. I guess I was a bit rough on the poor child."

"Well, yes, once the blood starts running downhill, many a great wizard has lost his self control; quite understandable under the circumstances." The Magistrate said with a smile, he wanted, no he needed to accept Albus Dumbledore's version of that night. He glanced thoughtfully at Snape struggling between his captors; he looked on the verge of tears. "Severus is quite agitated, Albus. Perhaps it would be best to send the boy to St. Mungo's."

Yes, that would be best, out of sight, out of mind.

"No, Alginon." Dumbledore walked over to stand before his fellows. "Severus cannot really be blamed for what occurred. He has been through so much these last few months. The child does need help, and I intend to see to it that he gets it, at Hogwarts. This is at least partly my fault, so I feel that I must try to make it right. Severus will need someone to be responsible for his well being, and of course there is the child we have unintentionally produced to consider. If you gentlemen will be my witnesses, I will take Severus as my bond mate. The child he carries will be my legitimate heir, and Severus placed under my care and guardianship at Hogwarts. It has been his home for most of his life, to take him from it would be most distressing to him."

"But is it safe for him to be around the children?" Asked the Magistrate watching the younger man attempting to fight his captors.

"Perfectly. He is only confused, not dangerous. It will be best for him to go back to something familiar." Albus Dumbledore looked every inch the gentle Headmaster as he walked over to his struggling potions master.

"Severus. Look at me, child. These men may hurt you if you continue to resist. Look at me." The voice was gentle, but commanding. Snape ceased his struggles and faced the older wizard. "Child, listen to me very carefully. I hold no animosity over these false accusations, and you shall not be punished. Everyone here understands that your mental state is fragile." Snape could only glare at him mutely. "But for me to help you, you must help yourself. Admit to yourself that you are deluded, or you will spend the rest of your life in St. Mungo's incurable ward. Do you want your child born in that place? I am an old man, Severus; I cannot raise our child alone. Will you have him taken from you and raised by strangers? Is that what you want, Severus?"

Severus let the words wash over him. Then he looked up at the members of the Wizongamot, who awaited his answer. 'They do not want justice, only for this scandal to disappear.' He trembled at the sickening realization. 'If I continue to fight them, I will disappear. Dumbledore has given them a plausible explanation, enough to the truth for them to accept without question. Now they believe that I am unstable and he is just an innocent victim of my delusion! Gods, they will lock me away and take my baby…' It scared him how much that thought tore his heart in two. Even under the circumstances that the child had been conceived, he could not stand the thought of having his baby stolen.

"Will you consent to the bonding, Severus?" Albus asked more forcefully. "Will you admit to yourself, and this assembly that I did not rape you?" He touched Severus gently on the throat, breaking the silencing spell. "This council needs your answer, Severus."

He wanted to fight, but in the end the Slytherin in him won. The Slytherin knew what he had to do. The same as he had done for Voldemort, for the Death Eaters, submit, act compliant for now and live to fight another day.

Severus nodded his head slightly.

"We need you to speak aloud, young man." Said the magistrate.

"I" His heart clenched at the words. "I will consent to the bonding."

"You will withdraw your charges?" The magistrate asked. "Admit that you were not of sound mind when you made them?"

"I have no choice." Severus whispered bitterly, head bowed.

Dumbledore lifted his chin. "Answer him, Severus."

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Dumbledore insisted.

"Yes, I was deluded when I made the charges." He felt a tear run slowly down his cheek. "Albus Dumbledore would never force anyone to do anything against their will." Severus said in a monotone looking straight into those damned twinkling blue eyes.

"Splendid!" Dumbledore smiled, casually brushing the tear away. "Let us go fill out the paperwork, Severus, you and I can be bonded and back at Hogwarts in time for tea."

STATUS/PART: 2/24

WARNINGS: AU, Dark Fic, M/M Rape, Mpreg, coerced consent, Heavy on the Angst

SUMMARY: Dumbledore insists that the marriage be consummated immediately.

Part 2 -Wedding Night

*The Headmaster's somewhat darkened, cluttered study, considerably later then tea time…*

Albus Dumbledore and his new bond mate Severus Snape-Dumbledore tumbled out of the massive fireplace in a cloud of soot and dust. Severus stepped out and stood stiffly with his back to the older wizard brushing gray soot from his black robes.

He felt confused, numb, but mostly just relieved that he was finally away from those dirty-minded fools of the Wizongamot.

Once the Bonding paperwork had been filled out, the rings were exchanged: damnably gaudy, if expensive looking gold monstrosities complete with ruby-eyed Gryffindor Lions. The short ceremony was performed, and then the entire Wizongamot had been called to celebrate Dumbledore's marriage and impending fatherhood.

It had been absolute Hell.

Severus had found he was surrounded by over fifty men, all in their eighties or older, each with his mind firmly entrenched in the gutter! All they could do was pinch his arse and make sly coded references as to what Dumbledore would do with his new 'wife' as soon as the happy couple was alone.

Yes, as if it were not bad enough already, by the end of the evening they had all used the term 'wife' when referring to him. Consensus amongst the entire somewhat inebriated bunch of perverts was, to quote Phillip Walters, "Look, Old boy, let's get down to brass tacks. Severus has a cunt, right? He is going to be the one to spread his legs, right? And he is the one who is up the duff, right? That obviously makes him the wife."

BLOODY FUCKING MORON!

Those dirty old men were positively obsessed with thoughts of the Grand High Wizard's mighty 'wand' and what he would do with it once he got Severus in his bed.

Did they think he could not hear them? Or were they so certain that he was unhinged that he could not comprehend that they were treating him like some empty headed child? He supposed that he was like a child to them being nearly fifty years younger then any of the lot. But their drunken lusty ogling and disgusting comments were intolerable!

GODS! Those men were disgusting! Severus Snape never wanted to hear another clever euphemism for a penis, vagina or sex again in his life!

And for the record, he had been right. By the end of the day, Dumbledore was being vigorously congratulated for his virility. After all, a man of almost one hundred sixty years had knocked-up someone considerably less then a third his age. That was cause for celebration in itself to the old men.

"Like a sniper! Every shot a hit!" Oh, how he loathed Phillip Walters. Between making an ass of himself where Severus was concerned, including attempting to cop a feel off him any time he was near, and offering every one of his aged colleagues fool enough to speak with him something called 'Viagra' the man was positively obnoxious!

That sodding sniper remark would have driven the young wizard to cast an unforgivable. At least he would have if he knew where his wand was. He had not seen it since escaping Dumbledore's study weeks earlier.

The prickling feeling of eyes on the back of his neck made him turn, suddenly being drawn back to the present, to the Headmaster's study. His mind reeled, and his black eyes widened as they found the old faded Persian rug on the floor before that hideous floral print couch.

Black eyes found the place where he had been raped.

"A-hem." The Headmaster cleared his throat causing Severus to finally look in the old man's direction. Dumbledore's bright blue eyes twinkled as they appraised him. Snape swallowed, suddenly coming to the realization that he was alone with the man he had once thought of as a trusted friend, a father.

"Would you like a lemon drop, my child?" Dumbledore asked gently, he was holding up the little silver candy dish from his desk, looking at him affectionately.

Severus was alone with the man who had raped and impregnated him.

"How about some nice hot tea?" The Headmaster asked with a gentle smile.

He was alone with Albus Dumbledore.

Panic welled in his heart.

Stiffly he turned and bolted to the door, not caring where he ended up, he just need to get out of the room where he had been violated, away from the presence of Albus Dumbledore.

"Where do you think you are going, Severus?" The voice was as it always had been, calm, soothing as the old man set down the candy dish on his cluttered desk with an over loud clatter.

"To my rooms." Severus refused to look at the Headmaster. With an effort he managed to keep his voice even. His hands were shaking as he attempted to turn the doorknob.

To his horror, the large brass knob refused to budge. "I am going to my rooms, Headmaster." He said quickly, though he still twisted the knob as if the door would actually open for him. "I have been stuck in a small cell for four weeks. Now having been thoroughly humiliated and spoken to as if I were a backwards toddler for the past several hours I am tired and wish to go to bed." He had to work hard not to hyperventilate.

"But these are your rooms, Severus. Have you forgotten? You are my bond mate now." The Headmaster noted brightly.

"Not by choice." His hair whipped around his face as he whirled to face the Headmaster.

"You had a choice, Severus, you chose the bonding." The blue eyes had ceased to twinkle.

"Choice! You call this a choice? Either be bonded with you or face life as an inmate of St. Mungo's? This was the lesser of two evils." Snape glared at the older wizard.

"I do not think that I like being called a 'lesser' evil, Severus." The old man's eye had completely lost their sparkle. Severus realized suddenly that he was in big trouble. He swallowed nervously arms crossed over his chest. He pulled in on himself waiting for the anger to erupt.

Though surprisingly the old man kept his voice calm; it was only the deep blue eyes that were turning slightly cold.

"We are married now. And I will prefer to have my spouse share my bed. In fact, for the bonding to be legal we will need to consummate the union."

"I have already been thoroughly consummated today!" Severus growled bitterly before he had the chance to think.

Fortunately this time Headmaster chuckled, his eyes seemed less cold. "I do love your sense of humor, Severus. Among other things." The old man snapped his fingers. "Speaking of which, it was your 'posterior' excretory cavity."

Snape just looked at him blankly.

"When you were being a smart-ass to the council, my boy - you said I was going to forcefully insert my member into your anterior excretory cavity. You forget, I had already forcible inserted my member into the anterior cavity. That's your pussy, by the way." He noted with a wink. "It was your rather cute 'posterior' that I was intending to fuck at that point. Though, under the circumstances, I suppose that you can be forgiven for not knowing whether I was coming, or, well, coming."

"I, ah…" Severus just blinked uncomprehending, and then he realized what the old man had said. He frowned as their eyes met. But he had to suppress a shiver, as he realized that he was under intense scrutiny from the older wizard. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

"I'm just looking at my lovely bond mate. You are quite lovely you know, Severus. Yes, Severus Snape-Dumbledore. I like the sound of that. Fairly rolls off the tongue. Though eventually, you will drop the name Snape altogether, once the students are used to the change." Severus gapped at the other man, too shocked to retort. "Funny, with everything that had happened in my life, I have never been married before. That's sad when you think about it, over one hundred fifty years on this world and never had the time to marry." The older Wizard suddenly realized that his bond mate was desperately attempting to open the door again. "Severus, what is the meaning of this?" He sounded hurt.

"I will not stay here!" The younger man yelled louder then necessary.

"Yes, you will, Severus." The voice was frighteningly calm. "You will come with me to the bedroom and our marriage will be consummated now." The Headmaster's eyes and voice grew diamond hard. This was not the kindly old man that puttered around Hogwarts offering sweets to the children. This was the Wizard that Voldemort had feared. "I have always found you attractive, Severus, and would like to spend a lot of time in bed with you, getting to know both of those tight little cavities intimately. However, if you become too much of a liability, I can and will have you shipped off to St. Mungo's where you will spend your days drooling in the room adjacent to the Longbottom's." Snape gasped in utter disbelief! Was this really Albus Dumbledore speaking to him this way? Where had the real Headmaster gone?

His heart went tight as he realized that this might be the real Dumbledore and the kindly old Headmaster the mask.

"You look shocked, my boy. Do you think that I would not do it? Obviously you did not read the fine print of our bonding agreement, Severus. Due to your publicly admitted fragile state of mind, I have been made not only your husband but your legal guardian as well. All of your money and property are now in my name." Black eyes went wide. "You do not even own the clothes on your back. As far as the Ministry is concerned, you are nothing more then an adjunct to me, a place for me to deposit my seed. You are now legally less then a house elf. If I say you are dangerous to the students, you will be in a straight jacket before you can say Gilderoy Lockhart."

"I see." The Potions Master stood straighter pulling the robes that he did not own more tightly about him. "So, is this to be the basis of our so called marriage? You threaten me with life in a mental ward any time that I do not put out for you?"

"I would prefer not to have to resort to such threats, but I will not be denied. Now get that lovely little arse of yours into the bedroom."

"Damn it, Albus, how can you expect me to do this? To let you or anyone else touch me! First the fucking Death Eaters took turns with me for days at a time; hardly a month ago you raped me! I…"

Severus Snape was sprawled on the floor before he knew what had happened. He stared wide-eyed at Dumbledore as the pain flared and blood flowed from his split lip. The old wizard had struck with the speed of a striking snake. Snape had not even seen the blow coming.

"You will never, ever utter that lie again, Severus!" The Headmaster took a step towards him. He seemed to grow as a red glow of raw power surrounded him and his darkening robes swirled in a sudden cold wind that sent papers flying about the room.

Snape scuttled away in fear. He whimpered as his back struck the wall, curled himself into a protective ball around his stomach, his child.

It was as though Voldemort had returned!

He waited for more blows, or a curse, but nothing happened.

At least until he felt a warm, gentle hand touch his head. It began to lovingly stroke his hair. After a few strokes, that hand wrapped tightly around his long black locks and slowly pulled his head back until he looked the older man in the eye. "Do not force me to hurt you, Severus."

Face with madness, the pale man did the only thing he could.

His left hand came up slowly, tentatively and began to stroke Dumbledore's chest. Nervously, he carded his fingers through the long soft beard. When this gesture of submission was not rebuffed he rubbed his cheek against the older wizard's hand like a cat. These actions obviously pleased the Headmaster who took his hand and gently kissed it.

Severus Snape had learned at the feet of a madman, prostrate before Voldemort how to deal with a dangerous, powerful lunatic. It mostly consisted of a single strategy. You give him whatever he wants.

And if what he wants happens to be your body, you give it to him, and tried not to cringe too much.

However, he was totally confused by the older wizard's behavior. Why was Dumbledore acting this way? He had always been manipulative; at times a total bastard with a ruthless streak a mile wide, but the old man had never been violent.

But he was now violent and unpredictable.

Dumbledore again gripped his hair with one hand and stoked his cheek with the other. The hand on his cheek was gentle, his voice soft, but his eyes were still very cold, frightening. "You know that I will not force you to my bed, Severus. I would not do that. But you are so needy. You want to be touched, you need to be taken."

"Yes, Albus, please take me." He almost choked on the words as Dumbledore's finger traced his lips. Severus opened his mouth, allowing the slightly bloody finger to enter. He closed his eyes and sucked on it, delicately swirling his tongue.

"Eager, my little one?" Severus nodded enthusiastically fighting to keep from vomiting on the coppery taste of his own blood.

"Come then, my darling." The Headmaster helped him to stand, and guided him to the bedroom door. The older wizard bowed him in. They entered the darkened cluttered room.

Everything involving the Headmaster seemed cluttered Severus noted absently.

Severus felt like he was going to his own execution as he was lead over to the Headmaster's massive bed. It was soft, fluffy looking, piled high with numerous warm plush quilts. Most of these were in the Gryffindor house colors of red and gold. One even had the Gryffindor lion on it.

Dumbledore took hold of the collar of the younger man's robes and deftly opened the clasp as he began to undress Severus. His breath became heavy as he carefully worked on the frock coat, taking his time with the many tiny buttons. Severus meekly allowed the older man to caress and stroke him as he bared his skin. The younger wizard could no longer conceal the shudders that raced up his spin as the older ran a hand down his side, touched and licking the pale flesh as he exposed it to his sight.

The Headmaster paid special attention to the swellings of the 'stunning' breasts that Severus had kept bound down. It took a few moments to unwrap the gauze and free them.

Like his other female sexual characteristics Severus had tried his best to hide them and forget that they existed.

To be honest, it was not easy. They were big, full, C cup, sort of teardrop shaped, with delicate pale rosebud nipples. "Lovely." The old man suckled the right one. Severus tried not to flinch at the much too intimate touch, though he supposed that he should be grateful that Dumbledore did not bite them until they bled this time.

Much too soon he was completely naked, and shivering before the Headmaster.

"Get up on the bed my sweet." Submissively Severus crawled onto the soft bed until he reached the center, where he stopped, pale skin almost white with fear, he lay his head down on his arms and pushed his narrow hips high in the air waiting. "Gods, that is an exquisite view, but not what I want tonight. Lay on your back. I want to see your face when I take you."

Albus Dumbledore chuckled at the spectacle of Severus Snape's pale form laid out on his bed, knees up, legs spread, face turned away and his eyes screwed shut. The long elegant fingers of each hand were clenched around a white knuckled fist full of quilt. He was trembling like a virgin bride.

The Headmaster crawled up onto the bed smiling beneath his beard. If only the students could see him now. This was certainly not the intimidating Potion Master they knew and feared!

He kissed his frightened new plaything on the lips, pushing his tongue in, plundering his sweet mouth. He licked and nibbled the split bottom lip, tasting blood. Then he moved sensually down the slender form, kissing his neck, a lick over the collarbone, down his chest. Hungrily he licked a nipple.

Merlin he loved a nice pair of tits!

He caressed the mounds, pinched the pert nipples, getting only a slight reaction. Then his hand ghosted down lower over the flat stomach to caress his bonded's lovely cock. But it showed no sign of arousal.

Lost somewhere in his own mind, Severus knew that he should make some attempt at a response. That he really should try to pretend that he wanted this. But he could not move. He felt paralyzed. With what little of his mind he could harness he prayed to any deity who might be listening that Dumbledore would just take what he wanted and not beat him.

That he would not harm his child.

Seething, the old man let out a low growl. He would not allow such insolence to continue. Severus would react to his touch!

His own cock was hard; it ached to return to that sweet, moist, warmth he had only been able to taste once.

A smile spread over his face.

Taste? Hmmm….

Tossing his beard over his shoulder, he knelt between Severus' thighs. He ran his tongue over the younger man's balls. He mouthed them, and then traced the shaft with his tongue. Still there was no reaction from Severus. His lovely slender body remained almost completely unresponsive. This angered the Headmaster beyond words.

'You will not deny me, Severus.' He squeezed the limp organ, though this only garnered a grunt but no arousal. That was not what Albus Dumbledore wanted. He wanted the boy to whimper and moan, to wrap his long legs around his waist pulling him deeper, begging.

"You are mine!" He hissed aloud as his eyes found the hairless slit just below the balls. 'The Greek Alphabet, I believe.' He smirked to himself and after he had exposed the tender little nub hidden within proceeded to use his tongue to trace the letters over it.

Caught by surprise at the intense sensation, Severus yelped and tried to escape. His body screamed: every nerve on fire. Dumbledore caught his hips and forced him to remain still. By the time he reached Omega, his prize was gasping for breath, and writhing as his body was forced to react.

He did not know he could feel anything so overwhelming! When the Death Eaters had taken their pleasure it had been little more then, cock in, pain, cock out, pain eased. None of them had cared if he felt anything.

Now that talented tongue stroked and teased him mercilessly, it brought him to the very edge; he started to shudder with his climax, when he was forcibly pulled back. This time Dumbledore caused trembling gasps and a confused whimper.

Very pleased with himself, the old man slid in two fingers, causing a moan, and arched back, then when they were slick, withdrew them. These he then inserted into the other hole.

Added equipment aside, Dumbledore was well aware that Severus was gay, and that he had been trained to be a bitch. The Headmaster had watched from the shadows, as most of the Slytherin upper classmen had used him while he was a student.

His mind almost drunk on images of a sweating, panting, whimpering Severus bucking against one of his housemates, begging to be fucked harder, as Dumbledore stood in the shadows and stroked himself through his robes.

Of course the old man was also well aware that after these swift, often violent sessions, when left alone and forgotten in the dungeons, or one of the towers, Severus would lay curled up in a heap and sob.

Dumbledore pushed in hard to stroke his prize's prostate, at the same time he used his other hand to tickle the swollen clitoris, while he swallowed the now erect and weeping cock to the root.

Albus Dumbledore was a master of multitasking.

In seconds three things happened at once. Severus screamed, hot seed poured into Albus Dumbledore's eager mouth, and the distinct sound of tearing cloth rent the air. As the old wizard surveyed his handy work he could not keep from chuckling. Severus lay with the torn bits of the quilt still clutched in his hands, pale skin flushed and damp with sweat. He was panting as his black eyes stared up at Dumbledore with surprise, and fear.

The Headmaster licked his lips, savoring the taste. "Did you like that, my sweet? Need more?" He shrugged off his robes revealing the rock hard shaft Severus still had nightmares about.

He also revealed a surprisingly youthful body.

The ancient wizard had broad shoulders, washboard firm stomach, narrow waist, and he was hung like a centaur! Snape gulped in amazement. Dumbledore had kept his robes on the first time. He had really seen only that purple head of the cock before it had disappeared into his body in a sea of pain.

And, as could be expected with their past relationship, Severus had never had occasion, or inclination to see the man naked. He could not believe that anyone over sixty could look like this, let alone someone who was nearly one hundred and sixty years old!

No wonder the Headmaster had been able to manhandle him so easily!

Poor Severus was so terrified that he could only gap at Dumbledore, eyes wide with confusion, mouth open like a fish out of water.

How could this be? Past the wrinkles on his hands and face the older wizard had well defined muscles that fairly rippled as he moved, like an athlete.

Could it be natural? He very much doubted it unless Albus was not completely human.

Was this done with the aid of a potion or some powerful magic? This was much more likely.

Though very quickly Severus realized with an almost fatalistic calm that it did not matter how the old man had come to be that way. Because whether it was accomplished with magic or by natural forces, Albus Dumbledore's Herculean body, was about to fuck him into the mattress!

"It is time to consummate our marriage." Dumbledore smiled. Severus whimpered and tried unsuccessfully to disappear into the thick colorful quilts. "Yes, little one, be afraid," Dumbledore did not even try to suppress a very smug smirk as his hand moved to guide his cock into the tight opening. "I have not yet begun to debauch!"

STATUS/PART: 3/24

WARNINGS: AU, Dark Fic, M/M Rape, Mpreg, coerced consent, talk of child abuse

SUMMARY: Dumbledore is talkative.

Part 3 - The Morning After

Albus Dumbledore watched his bond mate sleeping fitfully in the bed beside him. The old man was feeling very tender towards the dear sweet child. After all, he had been quite rough with Severus last night, nailing him six times all together.

Yes, the boy had a right to be tired.

Severus' long black hair fell over his pale face. He looked so much younger in sleep, oddly innocent. His sharp features softened, moist lips parted, though he noted the bottom lip was slightly swollen and had a bit of blood on it. 'Have to fix that before we go out in public.'

The boy looked so delicate, so vulnerable. 'All mine.' The older man smiled looking at the still incongruous sight of a pair of breasts on the younger man peeking tantalizingly out of the quilt. He brushed an erect nipple with a finger. Snape, who still slept reacted instinctively. He flinched away from his touch. With a growl, the Headmaster cupped the breast in his hand, squeezed it hard.

Black eyes snapped open. Severus gasped and pulled away, his face a mask of fear. But as the sleep blurred eyes focused, everything that had happened last night came crashing down. He started to say something, but before either man could react, Snape's face visibly paled, he violently tossed away the jumbled quilts, and tumbled backwards out of the bed, hand over his mouth. He had to scramble clumsily almost on his knees to make it to the bathroom.

Actually, having never been in the Headmaster's bedroom before, he was just grateful that the door he chose to stumble through actually was the bathroom and not a closet. He was sure that he would really catch hell if he had puked over the Headmaster's dress robes.

After what seemed like an eternity spent in near convulsions in the worship of the great white porcelain god, Severus fancied that he saw his gallbladder. Had he been wearing shoes, they would probably have been next.

After a week of waking up with extreme morning sickness, it had already gotten old.

However, vomiting up everything including dinner from last Christmas suddenly seemed only a minor annoyance as a shadow fell over him. He braced himself against the cold porcelain, not sure what the old man would do. How he would react? Would he face the kindly eccentric Headmaster, or the violent rapist?

"Shhh. It is alright, Severus. You are safe. Safe with your bonded husband." Albus stroked his back gently, softly muttered soothing platitudes.

It seemed that for the moment at least, the kindly eccentric Headmaster had returned.

"You are safe, my Love. I am here." The old man continued to stroke him gently, which made Severus extremely uncomfortable.

"I am OK now, Albus." He stumbled up to his feet, while trying not to seem to push Dumbledore away. For his part, he was very grateful that the Headmaster had put on a bathrobe, even if it was a horrid blue based plaid that made him nauseous.

He quickly washed his mouth out in the sink, wanting to get rid of the taste of bile. Then he splashed the cold water in his face. He needed to be awake and aware. This was a very dangerous situation. One wrong word and he was dead, perhaps literally. He leaned over the sink heavily to support himself. "Um, may I please use the floo to go down to my, uh, old rooms, get some fresh clothes?" He said meekly feeling very vulnerable naked and bent over like that, though he was just too weak to do anything else. He wanted more then anything to run, to escape from this place, this man. But instead, he kept very still, his only hope not to anger the older wizard who insisted on touching him. He flinched slightly as a hand slid lightly up his thigh.

"You are not quite up to going that far yet, my darling. Besides, there is no need, the house elves have already brought everything up here. I have added a room to my suite for your books and things. I have also taken the liberty of getting rid of most of your wardrobe."

"You got rid of my clothes? But why?" Severus gulped feeling oddly bereft at the thought of losing his beloved wardrobe. He had worked for years to find those robes. To get ones that would swirl and flow just right. He was proud of his clothes.

"Now, do not get me wrong Severus, you looked good in those old-fashioned suits you are so fond of, but they just have too many buttons." He took the younger man by the arms and helped him to stand. "Just a moment." He touched Severus gently on his split lip and whispered an incantation. The small cut healed itself instantly. "There, much better. Now my darling, why not take a shower and get yourself cleaned up, you will feel much better."

"Yes, Headmaster." He whispered; his eyes lowered.

"Please child, call me Albus, I am your husband." He stroked Severus' cheek. He was all gentleness and love. "Take a nice long hot shower, wash your hair; I have some vanilla shampoo that smells wonderful. When you are nice and squeaky clean I will have some fresh clothes all laid out for you." He had the old twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes Albus." Severus said softly too confused and weak to argue. Besides, the old man was acting like his old kindly self; he decided it would not be prudent to push his luck.

To his relief Dumbledore actually left him alone. Severus sat on the closed toilet lid for some time, trying to stop trembling. Last night he had thought that Dumbledore was like Voldemort, but he had been wrong. He was much worse then Voldemort! At least Severus could usually predict the old snake's reactions. Dumbledore seemed to be completely unstable. Going from the gentle Headmaster Severus thought he knew to a raving violent sex starved lunatic with no warning!

What the hell was happening? Was Dumbledore possessed?

He finally stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. Eyeing the sappy looking yellow rubber duck in the corner dubiously he allowed the hot water to caress his tense body. 'There must be a way to escape!' He told himself closing his eyes and allowing the hot water to run over his face. 'But how? Everyone loves, and respects Dumbledore. He is a hero, practically a saint. What am I? Nothing!' That fact had always been made very clear to him. 'I have never been anything but a turncoat that came in handy. Now the Wizongamot think that I am insane. He did his job well. No one will ever believe me if I tell them what he is really doing to me.'

He leaned heavily against the white tile wall to steady himself. 'I want to run, but where could I hide? Dumbledore still has my wand. Wand, hell, as my legal guardian he has taken control of my bank accounts. I have no money, no place to go, no one to turn too? I have no friends, and most of my old acquaintances are either dead or in Azkaban. Those that are not would kill me in a heart-beat as a traitor.'

He jumped, almost slipped as the door opened with a rush of cold air. "Are you done, Severus?" The Headmaster called softly.

"Almost." He pushed down the panic attack that threatened to overwhelm him. 'Think of the baby, Severus.' His hand touched his flat stomach. 'You are a Slytherin. Use your cunning. Submit for now. Adapt, and plan, you will escape.'

Several minutes later he exited the bathroom. His hair was still damp, and hung in his face and well past his shoulders. He had not been able to cut it for almost two months.

Severus felt extremely vulnerable. He was once again in the presence of the Headmaster. It frightened him that his only thing between them was a ridiculously fluffy red towel held tightly around his waist.

"Ah, ah, my boy." Dumbledore smiled, already fully dressed in flowing burgundy robes, he pointed to the towel, his eyes still twinkling. "Never hide your body from me, Severus." The tone was almost playful.

Almost.

Head bowed, he slowly allowed the towel to drop, exposing his body completely. The old man walked over to him, running a hand along his flank possessively. "You are lovely, child. It is a pity that I will have so little time to really enjoy your body before our little one becomes too much of an obstacle." He patted his bond mate's still flat stomach affectionately, then turned around and lifted something from the bed. "Arms up."

Severus lifted his arms. Dumbledore pulled a thick dark blue under robe over his head. It was dark midnight blue, almost black, and long enough to sweep the floor. "Now hold them out to your sides." Severus complied, feeling like a dress up doll.

Next came an outer robe of black, with overlarge billowing sleeves, and a train in the back making it trail behind him almost two meters. The shoulders were stiff, padded in a style he always hated. The headmaster then tied a dark blue sash around his waist. Snape blushed realizing that the breasts Voldemort had forced on him were peaked, and holding out the top of the robes, he probably looked like a woman in a fancy ball gown!

'Gods,' he thought bitterly looking down at his cleavage. 'They will get bigger closer to the birth!'

"Here you go." The old man disturbed his depressed musing by handing him a pair of very soft looking dark blue slippers. Severus had to sit on the edge of the bed in order to be able to reach his feet to put them on. The robes were voluminous, but oddly confining.

With the soft slippers on his feet he stood. "Turn around. Let me look at you." It was said softly, not as an order, but Severus did so without hesitation. The sleeves did billow nicely as he turned. He would still be able to manage a credible swoop and stalk at least even if these clothes made him look a bit feminine.

More then just a bit actually.

"Can I… loosen the top a little? These," He blushed indicating the breasts, "are… embarrassing."

"I like them."

"But, the students…"

"I like to be able to see them, Severus." Dumbledore cut him off, but after a moment thought better of it. "But you are right. Must not traumatize the children." The wrinkled hands loosened the top, making the material bunch out, with the effect of making the breasts slightly less obvious - except for the fact that if he was cold - the nipples stood out, they were extremely visible from the sides.

"Thank you, Albus." 'You know the drill, Severus,' he thought to himself, 'Be very grateful for anything he gives you.' "Um, Albus, uh, I am," He blushed, saying this was probably a mistake, but he had to try, after all, Dumbledore seemed in a good mood. "I, am used to wearing trousers, Albus. I feel a little, odd, with nothing underneath." He probably sounded whiney but at this point he really did not care.

The old wizard chuckled, then crooked his finger, the heavy robes rose slowly until Severus felt his privates exposed. Dumbledore was on him, pulling him close, hands cupping his buttocks. "I want to be able to get to you easily." He moved back and with a snap of his fingers allowed the robes to fall back into place. "Besides, in a very few weeks your lovely belly will start to swell. Those suits of yours would be much too tight and uncomfortable."

"Yes Albus." He said submissively.

"Better." He looked at the younger man with an oddly gentle smile.

For a moment the two men just stood, until finally Severus took a deep breath. "Why did you do this to me, Albus?" He did not care if he was slapped down the next second. He had to try to understand.

"Do what, my love?" His smile was all affection.

"Fuck me, knock me up, and marry me?"

The blue eyes watched him thoughtfully, and then Albus nodded. "I will tell you why, Severus. I suppose that you do deserve that much." The old man sat on the bed, Severus remained standing since there was no other place in the room to sit and he would not get that close to Dumbledore unless ordered him to do so.

"I have done this to you because it is my due." That earned the older wizard a blank stare. "Consider, Severus, that for over one hundred years I have been forced to push aside my own needs and desires for the good of our world. Most of those years were spent alone, celibate with only my right hand for company. I have fought and bled for the side of Light. I have earned this through years of denial and sacrifice, years of celibacy and deprivation. Yes, my sexy little snake, I earned you."

"You are saying that you consider me your reward for services rendered to the Wizarding World? Most people would be satisfied with a gold watch."

"Not after one hundred years." Dumbledore reached out and groped him. "I think one sexy young man to share my bed is a small price to pay for my years of selfless devotion."

"What about my needs, my desires, my life?" Severus growled as he jerked himself out of Dumbledore's reach. Part of him screamed at himself to shut the fuck up and not provoke the man, but perhaps it was the unfamiliar hormones that coursed through his body, perhaps it was just anger and confusion demanding a voice, but Severus held his head high, he would not back down.

"Your needs, your desires, your life?" The old man chuckled as if Severus had just told an amusing joke. "My pet, all of those things were forfeit the moment you bared your arm and sweet little arse to Voldemort." The Headmaster informed him with an odd smile. "Oh yes, I took quite a number of pensives from you over the years while you were sleeping. I know all about your initiation into the Death Eaters. I saw what the two of you did behind closed doors."

Severus gapped at him. "You stole my memories?" Gods, that was as much a rape as what had been done to him the day this all started!

"Stole is an ugly word, my child. I needed to be sure that you were really turning from Voldemort. What you did was too important to leave your true allegiance to chance."

"If you saw what he did then you know why I came to you in the first place." The pale man said glaring at Dumbledore. "He was psychotic! He wanted me to kill, to create poisons to help exterminate every muggle on the planet."

"And what he made you do on your back was not an issue?"

"Why should it have been? He was hardly the first." His voice remained calm, but the black haired wizard was shaking.

"True. I remember watching you take it in both ends at once." The old man chuckled. "I cannot wait until after the baby is born, and I do not have to be so gentle with you. Then we can really play."

"Play? You call what was done to me playing?" Suddenly he looked at the old man with cold fury. "Both ends? The Dark Lord never forced me to do that with the Death Eaters until he made me a hermaphrodite."

"My foray into your memories went back a bit further. I saw a lot of things. Even watched you lose your virginity. Of course, I knew about that beforehand, but it was interesting to actually be able to be there."

"You knew? But you refused to listen, said that it was a lie?"

"Of course I did. But there is little that goes on in this school that I do not know about."

Severus felt light-headed, dizzy. "You knew that I told the truth about Black, Potter and Pettigrew and you did nothing!"

"Come now, Severus, be practical. Black and Potter were from two of the oldest, most influential families in our world. Your family was poor, unimportant. You could hardly expect me to expel a pair of popular Gryffindors because of a little high spirits." Said the Headmaster with a shrug.

"High spirits? They put me in a full body bind, dragged me into the prefects' bathroom and, and…"

"Shh, Severus please, it is not good for you to become overly emotional in your condition." Dumbledore said soothingly.

"You knew! I was thirteen years old and you let them do that to me!" He stumbled back and slumped against the wall. "You are the Headmaster; you are supposed to protect the students in your charge! All of them!"

"Well, yes, I suppose that is technically true, but this was a special case."

"A special case? They gang raped me and you protected them!"

"Severus, you are a Slytherin, you understand expediency. Sometimes we must make sacrifices for the greater good." The old man seemed to think he was being perfectly reasonable.

"But why must I always be the sacrifice!" Severus slowly slid down the wall to sit on the floor with his legs drawn up to his chest. "You knew all of it. Every disgusting thing they did to me whenever your Golden Gryffindors caught me alone. Did you know about the rest too? You knew that the other Slytherins were abusing me." It was not a question.

The old man shrugged. "And what was I supposed to do? You submitted to the Slytherins of your own free will."

"And what else was I supposed to do? I could not tell anyone, they would have killed me. Besides, you and the other Professors had already made it clear that I was worthless." Tears were running down his pale cheeks. He looked at the other man with haunted eyes. "So tell me truthfully, Albus, did you just try not to think about what was being done to me in order to save your tender Pureblood sensibilities, or did you watch them fuck me and jerk off?"

"Now, Severus, it was not all that bad. Water under the bridge." The old man stood and walked over to him. "Besides, I certainly could not expel Malfoy or any of the others from prominent families."

"With all this Pureblood appreciation you have, why were you even fighting against the Dark Lord?" He asked bitterly. "You sound just like one of his sycophants."

"Severus, we both know that Voldemort was insane, a danger to everyone around him. However, I do understand the importance of the Pureblood hierarchy to our world. Without them, who would teach the muggle born wizards about magic? The problem is that our population has always been so small. For anyone to advocate Voldemort's insane logic of killing all muggles and breeding with only other Purebloods would mean genetic suicide in a few generations. Besides, some of the most powerful wizards and witches around are muggle born. Look at Miss Granger, Harry's friend. She is more powerful and more intelligent then any Pureblood in the school."

"You save muggle born children, fight for their rights, but you would make me your unwilling sex slave? Do you not see anything wrong with that?"

"Severus, my boy, just because some my sexual tastes might be considered a bit beyond the norm, does not mean that I cannot stand up against something that is evil and dangerous."

The younger man began to laugh bitterly. "This is perfect! You are a hero, and a deviant!" His laughter quickly turned to broken sobs.

Dumbledore he reached down and lifted Severus gently off the floor. He held him close, stroking his hair till he stopped struggling and his shaking eased. "Severus, look at me, my Little one. Things happened to you when you were a child. Very bad things, that neither of us can change. What matters is what will happen now." The blue eyes were twinkling. "It does not have to be so bad, belonging to me. You believe you will lose your freedom? But you cannot lose something that you never possessed. Child, when have you ever known freedom? You have always been a slave. Passed from an emotionally abusive controlling father, to Malfoy and his cronies, to Voldemort, and yes, to me. Severus, you have no experience in living out in the world or making decisions for yourself. You have lived in the dungeons of this castle for two thirds of your life. You would not have a clue as to what to do away from this place."

"It is not right." Severus choked.

"Nor is it fair. But that is life." Albus Dumbledore tilted the younger man's chin up.

"You are mine, Severus, nothing can change that. But you can be happy." The old man stroked his cheek gently. "I spoke to the mediwitch who looked after you for the Wizongamot. She said that all you would do from the moment you found out you were pregnant was ask her questions about what you needed to do for the baby to be healthy, how to care for him once he is born. You want this child very much."

"Yes."

"You would not be allowed to raise him alone, you know that." The voice remained calm, reasonable. The black eyes lowered. "You know that I am right." The old man felt a reluctant nod. "Here at Hogwarts with me our son will be safe and loved, Severus, as will you."

"Loved?" Severus tried to pull away. "You do not love me! I am less then nothing, remember? Just a place to deposit your sperm. Why not just rape me again? You are stronger then I am, and I am your property. No one will care how badly you hurt me."

"I am so very sorry, Severus. I said some very hurtful things last night. It is hard to be reasonable when you are as painfully aroused as I was. And yes, your defiance made me angry."

"My defiance made you hurt me." His voice was flat.

"Yes Severus. If you would only have obeyed…" Dumbledore pulled him closer. "I do love you, Severus. I want us to be a family, you and I, our child. Yes, our child, and the other children we will have together."

"How can you say that, all you want is to use me!" He was crying again.

"You believe that sex is all I want? Sex is part of it Severus, that cannot be denied. But is it so strange to you that someone would want you for more then sex? That someone would care about how you feel? That anyone could desire you as more then just a hole to put his cock in? Child, do you remember when I asked you why you joined Voldemort? What you told me?"

The voice was small. "No one else wanted me."

"I do. I want you, all of you, your body, your heart. Perhaps my way of showing it was wrong. I should not have forced you, but I could not restrain myself! The sight of you makes me burn with desire. I remember watching you last night, the look in your eyes. You could not believe that your body could feel the way I made you feel. You have had sex with many men, yet not one has ever truly pleasured you, have they, Severus?"

Eyes closed, Severus shook his head no.

"I want to see that look in your eyes again. I want to make you cry out with pleasure, Severus. I want you to crave my touch." The Headmaster lifted his chin again. "Look at me, my Little One." The dark eyes opened, frightened, shy, hopeful? "Let me take care of you Severus. Let me touch you; love you as you have never been loved, as you deserve to be loved."

Before he could answer Dumbledore claimed his lips. At first Severus did not quite return the kiss, but did not pull away. Very slowly, he yielded, opened to the older wizard's gently probing tongue. His body soon began to relax into the embrace.

The Headmaster felt it too. The tense body mold itself to his. He ran his hands along his prize's back. 'My Sweet, we will explore sensations you have never known. I will teach you the sweet pleasures of pain. The joy of submission.'

Oh yes, it would take time, and care. But it was a thing worth doing. Start out simple, reward obedience with pleasure and praise. Severus had always desired the Headmaster's approval. That could be used against him.

And, more importantly, Dumbledore would swiftly and harshly punish any show of spirit, of self-reliance.

Albus Dumbledore's mind returned bitterly to the long years of deprivation he had endured. Being forced to take polyjuice, sneak out to the lowest, darkest parts of Knockturn Alley for sexual satisfaction. Seeking out those places where they did not question, nor care what you did as long as you had enough galleons.

He would never have to do that again.

His mind went over the itinerary for the day. There was the morning staff meeting, the announcement of their Bonding to the students, and of course, the interview with the Daily Prophet reporter; so much that he and Severus would need to do, together.

His thoughts strayed to the sturdy willow branch he had secreted in his sleeve. With all of this happening surely Severus would make some mistake that Dumbledore could use as an excuse to punish him.

Oh yes, the thought of that porcelain pale skin bared, the crack of the thin springy wood leaving bright red welts on creamy thighs. Those lovely black eyes wet with tears, looking at him with fear from beneath sweat matted hair…

He was getting hard just thinking about it.

STATUS/PART: 4/24

WARNINGS: AU, Dark Fic, M/M Rape, Mpreg, coerced consent, spanking

SUMMARY: Severus adjusts.

Part 4 - Musings

Severus lay on the very edge of the mattress, one hand protectively over his more then slightly bulging belly, huddled as far away from his master as he dare without actually leaving the confines of the bed.

After three months of painful reminders, he knew what was tolerated and what was not.

The tears had dried quickly as the pain of his backside and thighs had finally lessened. How could he have been so stupid? It was not as if he had any illusions about his status. That he might have the luxury of saying no to sex?

Slaves did not have rights. And that was exactly what he was now, nothing more then Albus Dumbledore's personal property.

He had come into the bedroom late in the evening feeling weak and still more then a little nauseated from the sticky caramel covered substance that the House Elves had foisted off on him as dessert. Albus had insisted that he eat it. "You are eating for two, my sweet."

They insisted on giving him a 'varied' diet, and Dumbledore insisted that he try everything they made, but much of it was really over the top. So rich and, or exotic that he ended up losing much of it anyway. Did they think he wanted or needed this stuff just because he was pregnant? Or maybe Albus did not want him to gain too much weight?

NO! That was a thought he did not want to explore.

Last night Albus had strode into the bedroom as per usual already rubbing his crotch in anticipation of what he presumed would be an evening of satisfying sex. Well, satisfying for him. Severus' satisfaction was a secondary consideration.

Though when he wanted to, Dumbledore could make him climax till he was past sated and nearly comatose!

"Albus, I am a little tired…" That was as far as he had gotten when he was thrown bodily onto the bed, his hands magically bound to the headboard and clothes dissolved. It had cost him twenty lashes with the hated Willow switch this time.

At least he had not lost count again!

Then he had been taken up the arse. No lubrication, no preparation, just grab the hips and in to the hilt. Gods it had hurt! Though he was grateful that the old man had turned him over, so that he was sprawled on his back instead of slamming in while he was face down on his stomach. That was not just uncomfortable now, it could be dangerous.

At least Albus was usually very careful of Godric.

Albus loved Godric.

Godric Albus William Brian Dumbledore. Severus had not been at all surprised that he had been given no part in naming his son. But that did not matter, as long as the child in his womb was safe Severus could endure whatever came.

At least that was what he told himself.

He closed his eyes and let himself try to relax, to calm himself. 'Think of the morning session.' He thought almost desperately. 'Think of the morning, he will be gentle.' Punishment had been meted out, swiftly and in Dumbledore's mind, he presumed, justly. So in the morning he would be pleasured and pampered and praised for his obedience.

And he would be so very, very obedient. Severus would be submissive and fawning, whimpering at the slightest touch from his master's hand. That was how it worked. He was punished for the slightest perceived transgression, and rewarded for submission and obedience.

It had not taken him long at all to understand what Dumbledore's love entailed. Oh, yes, he had realized very quickly that in his own way, the Headmaster did love him. Absolutely adored him in fact. It was his way of showing his love Severus was not sure he could take.

At times he was none too sure about surviving it.

The old man had made his station in life clear early. Severus closed his eyes tighter, he wanted to sleep and forget for a few hours, but he could not stop his mind as it traveled back. Against his will he found himself forced to remember his first day of servitude.

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Albus had declared his love, and kissed him. Severus had never said aloud that he would accept Dumbledore's offer of love. That he would meekly submit and accept his lot as a sex slave. Without waiting for an answer the Headmaster had lifted him off his feet, and carried him to the bed. The older wizard had so very gently and sweetly made love to him. It had been wonderful. Severus had never wanted it to end.

It was later, after putting up his hair with a very expensive looking silver clip, that Dumbledore had given Severus his first command. "You will always bind your hair before you leave this room, Severus." He had felt a little resentful, but this had not seemed too onerous. And, he had to admit that it looked very good. The long freshly washed silken locks that usually hid his face were pulled back by the clip, the rest fanned out behind his shoulders.

He had since learned the hard way that if he forgot that edict or any other for that matter he got to spend quality time with a willow switch.

When Dumbledore said that he had something to take care of and had sent him on to the staff meeting, Severus really thought nothing of it. He was a little nervous about having to face his fellow Professors, but in a way doing something so normal calmed him.

He did not know that the Headmaster had forgotten to tell him a few important things. Such as the fact that he had come up with a cover story, just in case some nosy reporter had picked up the 'rumor' about what had happened between them. He had in passing mentioned to the rest of staff that the Potion Master had maligned him. That he had gone a little crazy and 'falsely' accused Dumbledore of rape.

Severus had barely gotten through the door when he had found himself dangling about a meter off the ground with Hagrid's massive hand crushing his throat, cutting off his air and any means of explanation. Not that Hagrid or any of the others had looked ready to listen to one even if he could speak. The half giant had been huffing and hissing like a crazed troll. "How dare you be showin' your face round here, filthy, stinking traitor!" He roared with uncontrolled rage. "Albus Dumbledore'd never touch a piece of shite like you!"

Minerva had been furious; the usually reasonable witch had not even tried to get Hagrid to release him, just blustered with her own rage. "Severus, after all that he has done for you, how could you betray Albus like this?"

Hooch was too angry to speak, only glared death at him with those bird of prey eyes of hers.

It would have also been helpful if he had been told that the newly resurrected and pardoned Sirius Black was this year's Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, though more to ease the shock, then anything. "You have got a lot of nerve you Slytherin whore! Trying to seduce that great man! What were you hoping to do? Ruin his reputation? Blackmail him!"

Why could the man not have done the universe a favor and stayed dead?

"You should be horse whipped!" Even the usually gentle old Charms teacher Flitwick had been fuming, ready to believe the worst.

"Ah have one we can use!" Hagrid drew back his frying pan sized fist to strike when Dumbledore finally decided to make his appearance.

"Hagrid! Hagrid stop!" The near berserk wild eyed half giant froze as the voice of his dear friend attempted to get past the rage to the usually gentle giant that was beneath. He turned slowly as the callused, deceptively frail seeming hand caught his thick wrist. "Release Severus at once, Hagrid. The rest of you I beg you to please be calm. Things are not as we have all been led to believe."

Hagrid eventually dropped him, though none too gently. Severus had stumbled almost drunkenly into the waiting arms of Albus Dumbledore. He had not even thought of struggling as the older wizard drew him close, and placed an arm around his shoulders protectively.

"Severus has been through so much. Please everyone sit and allow me to explain." It took a few minutes for them all to be seated and wait. Even the old ghost Binns waited with keen interest.

The Headmaster had been very careful to have Severus seated beside him, arm still over his shoulder, hugging him possessively. Black glared at him, obviously sickened at what he perceived as Severus playing on the sympathies of the older man. "You all know that Severus was held captive by the Death Eaters. But only Madam Pomfrey and I know all of the horrible things that were done to him." Dumbledore went into the detailed litany of pain and humiliation that he had been put through, with special emphasis on the rapes, the liberal application of the Cruciatus curse, and as expected, great detail about his new sexual status.

Black had sneered and muttered something that seemed to have to do with which bathroom Severus would use.

Eventually, Dumbledore told them as delicately as possible about how he had panicked and run from their night of 'mutual comfort'.

"Severus was so horribly traumatized. He did not realize what he did. But, after much work with a mediwitch Severus is himself again." The lie seemed to have worked. He received sympathetic looks from all save Black. Hagrid was misty eyed. He dabbed at his shiny beetle black eyes with a filthy red spotted handkerchief.

That was when the Headmaster dropped the bombshell. "This had been a very trying time, but out of all of the pain, something wonderful has happened. Severus and I have bonded." He smiled broadly. "And, he is carrying my son."

There was not a closed mouth in the house. They gaped like oxygen starved fish, even the ghost. It had done Severus' heart good to see Sirius Black look as if he had just eaten fresh Hippogriff dung.

Others reacted much more dramatically. "Oh, Sev'rus can ya forgive me!" Hagrid sobbed openly. "Did I hurt ya, or the little one?"

"No, Hagrid. They are both just fine." Dumbledore patted his stomach thoughtfully.

"No one is ever gonna hurt either of ya! I swear it!" The massive man was on his knees before Severus. He threw his arms around him, pulled him from Dumbledore's embrace and buried his bearded face in Severus' chest.

Hagrid's eyes had widened as he looked up at Severus with absolute shock. He had obviously not put two and two together about the whole Severus being no longer strictly male thing. The half giant was utterly flabbergasted at the feel of Severus' breasts against his cheeks. He had put his face right between them. "OH!" It took him a moment to realize exactly what he felt. Red faced, Hagrid had ended up all but throwing himself backwards and clumsily hit the floor sprawled on his arse with a thud.

"Well, Albus, you said he was a hermaphrodite!" Black's eyes positively glowed as he watched Severus, face flushed, attempting to straighten out his robes so that they did not show off his breasts so much. "Looks like he got the works!" He looked over at Dumbledore and winked and mouthed silently. "Lucky dog." Severus cringed.

Dumbledore had smiled as Severus crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, now, Sirius, he is a little sensitive about that right now. This is all still very new to him." A gentle hand rubbed his back.

Hagrid managed to get himself back up and into his overstuffed chair, but he could not stop his eyes from straying to Severus' chest. Dumbledore seemed to puff up a bit with pride as every male in the room stared at his mate.

"You poor thing." Professor Sprout had patted his knee softly, causing the entire group to look to her and take their eyes off Severus, for which he was grateful. "Any trouble with morning sickness yet?"

"Yes, quite a lot actually." He admitted. At the time, his stomach was turning flips.

"I will make you some of my special chamomile and raspberry tea. It does wonders for a queasy tummy."

"Thank you." He had said with a little smile. He would have been willing to try just about anything at this point. Surprisingly, the stuff actually worked.

"So, does this mean that my services are no longer required?" This was the first time that Severus had noticed the substitute Potions teacher. He sat well back away from the others, a very strange looking man with cadaverous skin, large wild looking blue eyes, shortish white hair that stuck out oddly, it looked like it was charged with static electricity and though he was seated, he was obviously very thin, and tall, in a prim black suite that looked even stiffer then one of Severus'.

"Actually, Professor Praetorius, if you could stay on I would appreciate it." Dumbledore smiled. "Severus will not be up to teaching at all for a few more days, and even after that the Sixth and Seventh year advanced Potions classes must work with some toxic substances. In his condition, Severus will not be able to handle anything that might be poisonous."

"Of course Albus." He bowed his head slightly. "Will Severus also be resuming his duties as Head of Slytherin?" No one thought to ask him, noted Severus, though he hid his annoyance.

"I would like you to also keep most of that duty if you would. Severus is not really going to be physically up to being on call night and day for troubled students. Though I am sure he will be happy to give you advice."

"Of course. I would also like to speak to Professor Snape when he has some time. I have been hoping to compare notes on some experiments."

"There will be plenty of time for that later." Assured Dumbledore.

"Certainly." The odd man had pulled a long thin cigar out of his pocket. But he quickly noted the angry looks from the assembled teachers. Hagrid stood and looked as if about to strangle him. "Oh, I beg your pardon, Professor Snape, or is it Snape-Dumbledore now? That was most inconsiderate of me, but I do love a good cigar. They are my only weakness." Severus noted that all of the Hogwarts Professors rolled their eyes in unison.

"Just be doin' your smokin outside." Chided Hagrid.

"But of course."

"And it is Snape-Dumbledore now." The Headmaster put in giving Severus a caress to the cheek.

The rest of the meeting was dreadfully dull, and soon after all of the female teachers, and surprisingly Flitwick had offered him pregnancy advice and morning sickness remedies they left. Everyone but Sirius Black, that is, who was in the corner near the fireplace with Dumbledore. Severus felt very nervous. The men were being very cozy.

"Problem, Severus?" Asked Black as he caught sight of him staring.

"None." He turned away not succeeding in hiding his annoyance, mostly because he had instinctively reached into his sleeve for his wand to defend himself and then recalled that he still had no wand.

"Go on to breakfast, Sirius, we can talk later." Dumbledore smiled genially. Sirius strode towards the door. As he passed he leaned over to his old rival. "Always thought you were a cunt. Guess I was right." And he was gone.

Severus reached into his sleeve, but then recalled that he still did not have his wand. "Severus, Sirius did not mean anything."

"Yes he did."

"Now, my dear..."

"I recognized the look in his eyes. I saw it enough when he and his playmates trapped me at school. He would have taken me here on the floor if you had not been in the room."

"Now you are being paranoid, my love." Albus patted his arm. "Whatever justifiable anger you had for him is no longer relevant. I am your husband. It is my responsibility to protect you. I will not allow anyone, even Sirius to harm you. He might say some nasty things, but he would not dare to touch you. "

"And if he did, would you call me a liar again?"

"I would take a pensive." Somehow that answer had not given him much comfort.

Then Severus looked at his husband. "So, I am not allowed to be around anything that might be poisonous? There are only two things that I might have had to work with for the Sixth and Seventh years that could possibly cause a miscarriage. You do not trust me, Albus."

For some reason, that thought actually had comforted him.

"Do not get me wrong, my love, but I have not lived so long by being a fool. You are a potion master, Severus, a very formidable one. Though you should know that I do possess a bezor, and all of my plates and cups are charmed to detect poison. I do want to trust you, my pet, but I would also prefer not to put you in the path of temptation. You will not be allowed near any of the more dangerous materials until I am more sure that you have accepted your new life."

"I see. And on that same line of thought, when may I have my wand?"

"When you are ready to teach classes. Until then, you do not need it. I will take care of you." Severus sighed at this, but knew better then to argue. He would need to be sure that he never met Black alone until he got it back. Dumbledore might think that his mere presence in the school would keep Sirius Black from trying to hurt him, but from long bitter experience Severus knew better.

Especially without Lupin around to keep the ex Marauder in line. That was when he, Potter and Pettigrew had hurt him the worst, raped or otherwise sexually abused him. These were usually after the full moon when Lupin had been incapacitated in the infirmary and Sirius was bored.

He eventually did get his wand back, but only after swearing a very complex oath. Basically he had no choice but to promise that he would never, ever use it against Dumbledore, never cast a spell to harm or hinder him, or to cause anyone else to do so.

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Thinking back the announcement to the students had not been too bad in and of itself, the old man had managed to tell them the basics, without too much detail to upset their delicate sensibilities. It had been realizing that the wide, still innocent eyes of all of the children were fixed on him as if he were something in a zoo that had made Severus want to run and hide.

"We will all have to make some adjustments to this new situation. Though the changes to Severus' physical appearance may take a little getting used to, I am sure that all of you will be pleased with the changes in Professor Snape-Dumbledore's teaching methods." He did love saying Snape-Dumbledore. "Now that he does not have to keep up appearances for the Death Eaters, he will be much more fair in his rewards as well as punishments." This caused cheers from the entire student body.

Well, almost the entire student body. Slytherin House was quite subdued.

Of course there were a lot fewer Slytherin then there had been. He had noted only two new faces, poor first years condemned to the house that was now looked down upon as the defeated enemy.

So many of the children had been needlessly lost to the war. Most were not even really supporters of Voldemort. Their parents had chosen the Dark Lord before they were born. They had not been given a choice. They fought beside their parents, and died beside them.

"Now, I will expect all of you to be very nice to Severus. Though he has not started to gain weight yet, his condition is still somewhat delicate. Do not over tire him with a lot of questions. And of course, no heavy lifting." The Headmaster looked down at his mate affectionately.

After the speech was over and everyone dismissed Severus had actually managed to get out of the Great Hall without Dumbledore noticing. The old man was busy being congratulated by Potter and the Gryffindors.

Though some were obviously disgusted at the idea of Severus, let alone any man being pregnant, others it seemed liked the idea of the nasty Potions Master being nauseated and miserable for nine months.

It looked like he would be free for a little while, so Severus had taken the opportunity to sneak out and had actually intended to go back to Dumbledore's room and take a nap.

Surely Albus could not fault him for being tired?

He had not gotten far when he was surprised by a welcome voice. "Professor Snape!" He turned to look into a pair of familiar, though sadly haunted gray eyes. "Draco?" He gasped as the young man, who was now as tall as he, hugged him fiercely.

Draco Malfoy did not shy away from his new body. He had already seen it up close. Dumbledore and Pomfrey were not the only ones who knew what Severus had been through. Draco Malfoy had been forced to watch his father use Severus for his pleasure, and taunt Draco with the knowledge that his little brother would come from his beloved teacher. When Severus had finally been rescued by the Order, so had Draco.

Or what was left of him.

The once angelic face now had a scar on the right side from the hairline through his eyebrow, eyelid, down his cheek to his slightly pointed chin. Almost miraculously considering the depth of the scar, his eye had remained untouched. Severus knew that there were many more scars that could not be seen, covered by the heavy robes, and many that were not on the surface. Though it was the young man's spirit that had suffered most.

He had not broken, but the fire, the arrogance as some would say was gone. It had quite literally, been beaten out of him first by his father, then by the Ministry. Draco may have come to the side of Light, but his father had died an unrepentant Death Eater. He had also been told that his mother had taken her own life when faced with the truth about his father.

Draco knew her too well to believe that.

He suspected that several of the Aurors, such as 'Mad-Eye' Moody knew more then they were telling. But no one wanted to hear things like that now. The war was over, what was past was past. He was told in no uncertain terms that the whole mess was best forgotten.

Now he was an orphan, alone and in many circles reviled. Draco Malfoy had his name, for all that was worth now, and a small allowance from the Ministry. His home and nearly all of the Malfoy money had been forfeit to the state.

Draco had a tear visible in his eye as he slowly released his Head of House and said softly. "Is it really Dumbledore's child?"

"Straight to the point? Not very Slytherin of you, Draco." Severus noted, but he managed a smile. "Yes, there were several paternity tests done. The child unquestioningly belongs to Dumbledore."

"I am glad it is not by a Death Eater." He sighed, and then looked down. "And I am sorry. What they did to you, it was my fault."

"No, Draco. There is no blame on you. When it was discovered that I had been Dumbledore's spy, the Dark Lord said I was a coward, called me what he considered the ultimate insult, 'womanly'. So he thought it would be amusing to give me the parts to go with his pronouncement. You have no need to feel guilty. Even if you had been a loyal Death Eater, I would have been treated the same."

"Thank you for saying that." He did not believe it, but it sounded nice. "Professor Dumbledore is certainly happy with the way things turned out."

"Deliriously."

"Are you?" Severus could not hide a slight shuddered. He started to say something to Draco, but his face must have betrayed his anxiety.

"Forgive me, sir, that was rude. I am sure that you love Headmaster Dumbledore or you would not have married him."

"Of course he does, Mr. Malfoy." Sirius Black walked up behind them. "You are a good little wife, right, Severus?" Black turned toward the blond, he sneered at him, and squared his shoulders, to emphasize how much broader, more muscular he was then either of the Slytherins. "You had best go to class, Malfoy." He said by way of dismissing the boy. His eyes then returned to his old enemy.

"Actually, Professor Black, I do not have class for another hour." Draco informed him. He did not know all of the history between the two professors, but his father had told him enough in his third year when Black was a fugitive and everyone thought him a threat to Hogwarts and Harry Potter.

He had no intention of leaving Severus alone with Sirius Black.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your point of view, at that point Dumbledore strode up in a swirl of robes and white hair. "Severus, there you are my Love!" He smiled, though his eyes were a little cold. "I turned around and you were gone. I was concerned."

"I was just going to, ah, our rooms to rest, when I ran into Mr. Malfoy and Professor Black."

"No harm done. Come, the reporter from the Daily Profit will be meeting us in the staff lounge in less then an hour. Must not keep him waiting." He said brightly.

"Of course Albus. Black," He nodded slightly, his face a neutral mask. "We can speak another time, Mr. Malfoy." The blond smiled and left now that he was safe, at least safe from Black.

They did talk again many times over the next several months. They had to sneak around, meeting clandestinely like lovers, but his talks with Draco, and the ever stronger movements of the child in his womb were sometimes all that kept him sane.

"I look forward to it, sir." The younger wizard had smiled and left. Black smiled also, and Severus did not like it. He continued to smile as Dumbledore took Severus by the hand, held it much tighter then necessary, and led him down the hall. No words were exchanged until they had traversed the hallway and Severus was pushed roughly into the staff lounge.

The younger wizard had no doubt that he was in trouble as the door was slammed shut with a sound like the crack of doom.

Professor Dumbledore growled, then angrily threw a locking and silencing spell at the door. He grabbed a shocked Severus by the wrist and bent him over the back of the old dark brown couch!

"You are going to learn a lesson, My Love!" The old man used his wand, and bound Severus down so the he could not move,

"Albus? What have I done?" He gasped desperately completely at a loss as to what he could possibly have done to anger the older man.

"I did not give you permission, either to leave the Great Hall, or to speak to that, that, MALFOY!"

"But he is my student, I, I…"

"No buts Severus. You belong to me! You will be where I tell you to be, and speak with those whom I deem appropriate. That Malfoy brat is persona non grata at the ministry. He is practically a pauper now that they have taken the estates as payment for his parents' crimes." Dumbledore hissed. His eyes blazed as, for the first time the now hated willow switch was pulled from his voluminous sleeve. Severus could not stop a whimper of fear escaping his throat. He saw the feral gleam in the old man's eyes.

He realized with dread that whatever he had done it did not matter. It was just an excuse to do what the old man had intended to do all along.

"You get ten of the best." The older wizard pulled up Severus' robes to expose his buttocks. He drew back and snapped the switch low over the pale thighs. His bond mate yelped. He struck again, Snape cried out and tried to pull away. But this was impossible, he was held fast by the powerful binding spell.

Albus Dumbledore looked approvingly at the red welts on those creamy thighs. "You are not counting Severus. Now I will have to start over." He popped the other man, slapped across his testicles with the springy wood. "One!" Severus yelled.

Another hit, this time striking the sensitive female opening. "OW! Two!"

Higher up on the globes of the buttocks. "Three!"

Almost exactly on the same red line. "Four!"

Back on the thighs, "Five!"

On the balls, hard, "S..S..Six!" Tears streamed down his face.

Harder on the buttocks, "Seven!" He yelped.

He cringed as he heard it snap again, feeling the blood dripping down his thighs as the slightly