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WARNING:

SLASH! MPREG! AU! Mentions of rape! Graphic sexual content!

Chapter 10 / Hardships of being a father/son

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It was barely 5 in the morning but Severus was already up and headed towards the infirmary. After he noticed Gabriel sleeping, he was about to walk Christopher back to his dorms but the child wanted to stay with his dad.

He didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.

After saying goodnight, he left for his chambers but he couldn't sleep once he woke up, hence the trip to the infirmary.

Upon entering he expected Gabe to still be asleep and Christopher to be in the bed next to it. As it was, Chris was comfortably snoring in his dad's bed but the man wasn't anywhere near. Then he heard the shower.

It seemed Gabe woke up and went snooping around, since he found the bathroom.

Severus smirked, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Quietly walking in, he locked the door then wordlessly put up a discreet barrier. "Chris, is that you? Give me five minutes and I'll be out." Came Gabriel's voice from the shower. Severus undressed himself as fast as he possibly could, he wanted to feel the man again. "Chris?" By then, Severus opened the door and slithered inside the shower. "Chris what are you… Severus?"

"Gabriel," smirked the man as he leant down for a kiss.

"What are you doing here? Where's Chris?" Asked Gabe once they separated for air.

"Relax, he's still sleeping. I came to see you." Answered Severus as he once again devoured those sinful lips, hands roaming all over the other man's body.

"W-wait," managed Gabriel in between the kisses.

"What now?" Growled Severus. Both of them were sporting an all telling boner, they couldn't just stop. Well…, they could but Severus would be certainly grumpy all day if they did.

Not so graphic as the last one but there is a sex scene (skip if you're squeamish or underage)

"Chris…, he's going to overhear." Murmured Gabe, hardly resisting the man in front of him.

"Give me some credit, would you? I put up a barrier, we can hear him, he won't hear us. Now… where were we?" With that said, Severus latched himself onto his lover's left nipple.

Gabriel groaned.

Sneaking his hand down he took both of their cocks and started pumping slowly, making Severus release a deep moan. Soon, the Potions Master's fingers found their way into that tight little ass and started to prepare the entrance for something much bigger.

"Turn around." Commanded Severus after a while.

He was close and he wanted more than just a handjob.

"Be gentle. I'm still sore after yesterday's rodeo." Whispered Gabriel as he laid his hands on the tiles, leaning forward a bit, sticking his arse up.

Severus kissed his shoulder, then positioned himself and slowly eased himself inside. Turning his head Gabriel leant in for a kiss as Severus moved.

Thrust.

"Sev-Severus… I won't be able to… hold out much longer," whimpered Gabriel between the moans. Suddenly a hand appeared on his penis, stroking him.

"S-Severus!" Gabriel was on the brink of coming.

This time Severus didn't want to torture his lover, he just wanted to give him pleasure. Gabriel was still recovering, he couldn't pound into him like did two nights prior.

"Come, Gabriel." With that whispered into his ear, Gabe lost the rest of his resolve and did just that. He came all over Severus' hand, feeling his lover emptying his load inside him also. They were both breathing heavily.

Severus hugged him around the middle, still connected they stayed under the shower for another five minutes.

"Sev, I need to get cleaned up before Chris wakes, he doesn't know we're… I don't even know what we are." Murmured Gabriel as he pulled away and turned around, facing Severus.

"For now, I would say we are lovers. We'll figure out the rest as we go on, alright?" Asked the Potions Master, hugging Gabriel close.

"Alright I guess," nodded Gabriel.

Not long after he felt fingers inside his channel, trying to clean out the sperm.

Okay, you are safe from around here

After they were both thoroughly showered they got dressed and headed back after checking no one was watching the bathroom door.

"Shush…" Murmured Gabriel trying to pacify his restlessly sleeping son who was thrashing all around the bed.

"Dad?" Came back softly as Christopher cracked his eyes open. "I'm so sorry, dad," wept the child once again. Christopher had nightmares throughout the entire night where he watched his father die repeatedly.

"It's okay, Chris, go back to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up, I promise."

It was breaking Gabe's heart to see his son so scared for him but he was adamant in punishing the child. This couldn't happen again.

Next time, it doesn't have to end so well.

Letting out almost an unnoticeable sigh the young man swept away the stray strand of his son's hair from his face, then proceeded to gently pet the boy, lulling him back to sleep.

How can I ever get close enough to them?

Will I ever feel like I'm not an intruder?

Severus watched from a distance as this confrontation passed but he didn't feel comfortable to break the silence, even after Chris fell asleep.

It was so intimate I feel like an unwelcomed viewer.

Gabriel's hand was still moving back and forth on the child's head and across his right cheek. He was so calm when he had his father watching over him.

A spike of anger welled up inside the potions Master as he remembered the reason he was robbed from this, from his family. If he ever knew who they were, he would kill them.

No…

He would torture them.

Maybe after he felt justified… would he grant them the mercy and kill them.

Gabriel and Christopher were his family but because of those scumbags… Severus didn't share the bond these two had.

He wanted it.

He wanted it so badly it hurt.

I will have it.

He took a series of deep breaths, he needed to calm himself. He was no good to anybody if he were to be angry. Taking in the scenery of a loving father tending to his son, something caught Severus' eye. There, on the night table laid a piece of parchment, each line was numbered, the whole thing was filled with Christopher's scribble.

I shall control my temper at all times with no exception. It can result in dire consequences if I don't since I could injure those who are close by.

It was written precisely 127 times so far. It seemed the child was supposed to have continued. Severus quickly checked his son but he was still sleeping. "Gabriel, what is this?" Asked the Potions Master, showing him the parchment.

"Oh, he already started I see," smiled the man as he took in what was being shown to him. "These are his lines. This is the way I punish him." Explained Gabriel.

"You're kidding, right? You have him write lines? He killed you for Merlin's sake!" Cursed Severus as he threw the parchment back onto the night table, angry at his lover for being so lenient.

Gabriel didn't say anything else but he stood up and made his way over to the other side of the hospital wing.

"I know what he did. I also know my son." Started Gabriel fully intending to explain this to Severus. He would not be swayed in his decision. "What happened is inexcusable. I know that."

Gabe made a slight pause as he looked into those black still a bit angry eyes.

"Chris knows that," he added firmly.

Then he waited a bit for the information to sink in.

"I know my son and I can tell what works best. As I told you earlier I don't support abuse. Had he been at home he would have his privileges taken away. I would have assigned him chores along with those lines but he's at Hogwarts now. This is a personal matter and I won't put him up at a disadvantage among his peers by restricting him to his common room or our room even." Explained Gabriel.

"This is not who I am. Who we are. I didn't raise him that way. But know this. Christopher is very aware of my feelings right now. He screwed up, big time. He's sorry and he's ashamed of his actions from the other day. That is who I raised him to be. He was wrong and he knows that. He knew he would get punished but it's not the punishment he fears… it's me being disappointed in him he hates. Do you understand?" Arching his eyebrow, Gabriel waited for Severus to nod.

It didn't come.

"No, I don't understand. He physically hurt you. Being sorry is not enough. I know children. If they don't remember the punishment they are inclined to push again. What if he thinks he can get away with hurting you? Now that he knows he only gets to do lines." Spit Severus dangerously, he had one mind about spanking the child, only his promise to Gabriel kept him at bay.

That and the small connection he made with the boy the previous day. He wasn't willing to tarnish that just yet. Not while Gabriel was still trying to explain this to him.

"Watch your tongue Severus, this is my son, you're talking about." Hissed Gabriel, sensing the tension but ready to defend his child.

"Unless you have forgotten. He is our son." Smirked Severus right back.

"I know but you don't share that deep of a bond."

That hurt but Severus knew it to be the truth.

"You weren't there when he first looked at me and smiled, finally able to see. His first steps and words. You weren't there helping along the way… I was. I was there when he bit me for fun, not understanding it hurt. Or when he pulled my hair, laughing and giggling. He was angry when I took away his toys, screaming his lungs out but he learned. Once he understood he was hurting me he was sorry. He would go all petting… out of a sudden even though he couldn't even talk yet. He was amazing. He is amazing and I am so proud of him." Sniffled Gabriel as his eyes became all watery.

"I-I know it's hard to hurt your child but you need to raise him, not give him a free hand to do as he pleases." Tried Severus once more, not really believing his own words as he saw the green eyes.

"You still don't understand. I raised him to not fear punishments but to accept them with head held high. But he still doesn't like them and he behaves in order to not get one. When I see other children yelling and smirking, even rolling their eyes at their parents I know I raised my son well because he would never do that. I cornered him and he came to the wrong conclusion. He was scared and he lashed out. It was wrong but it wasn't just his fault alone. We both should have handled things differently. He is aware of the consequences now and it scared him bad." Gabriel's eyes looked over to the bed where his son lay in covers, thrashing around once again.

With a sigh, Gabriel made his way back to him.

"I didn't assign him the lines. He was doing them on his own."

And with that, he sat down on the bed, once again trying to calm his child.

"What do you mean by that?"

Gabriel pursed his lips.

"He knew I would punish him like this so he started on his own, fully aware I will not tell him to stop and maybe even add to the work."

Severus only stared.

Is he making this up? Or is he saying what I think he's saying?

Did the kid willingly prolonged his punishment?

Could he really be that sorry?

"What did you mean, you won't tell him to stop? Doesn't he have some kind of number to strive for?" Asked Severus, quite calm now, awaiting an answer.

"No. He is always to write until the message has sunk. Usually, I would tell him to stop after a few days, once it had been three weeks… but not this time. He will write them as long as he himself sees fit."

"What stops him from entirely bailing on this punishment then? He could just say he gets it and be done with it, couldn't he?" Scoffed Severus, he really didn't get this kind of punishment.

"He is not going to do that." Assured him Gabriel.

"How can you be so sure of that?"

How can he be so calm, so confident when our son almost killed him just yesterday?

"Because he doesn't wish to disappoint me."

It was as simple as that.

Severus couldn't understand.

He would believe it when he saw it.

He wouldn't be alive today if he went on his trust for other people.

"Very well. Do as you please."

They were done talking about this topic. Severus finally understood Gabriel wouldn't change his methods and Gabriel refused to rise to the bait again. He had his say, he wouldn't repeat it.

After Severus conjured a table and summoned a house elf to bring them some breakfast, Gabriel woke up his son. They ate in silence, none of the adults willing to speak up first, leaving Christopher to wallow in his guilt as he chewed on the toast.

That day was the new beginning, for all three of them. Not only did Severus scheduled everyday lessons with Gabriel but he agreed to teach his son far more about potions than the kids were learning in a regular class. It was Gabe's idea actually since he remembered his son's earlier letters where he'd shared he in fact really enjoyed Potions.

Christopher spent that day cooped up in the library where the ever-watchful eye of Madame Pince chased away all those gossiping idiots from his house who had come to collect information about his father. He was going over his assignments at first, his homework had to be done, but once he was finished he pulled out some spare pieces of parchment and continued with his lines.

I shall control my temper at all times with no exception. It can result in dire consequences if I don't since I could injure those who are close by.

It was torturing. Each time he wrote the first sentence he remembered his outburst and the curse he sent at his dad. He felt the echo of his all-consuming anger and shuddered in fear. He didn't want to feel like that. Never again. How could he let that happen? How could he get so riled up? Over nothing really! He knew his dad would never have left him.

He just had been so angry!

Shaking his head Chris kept on writing.

He was hurting.

But he deserved the pain.

He welcomed the shame.

He wasn't supposed to jump into conclusions.

If only he had let his dad explain.

The second sentence wasn't all that better. It was worse to say the truth. The wave that had shaken his magical core had been disgusting. It had reeked of death and sorrow. His dad had been dead. Although it had been only for a few minutes. Excruciating few minutes. And it had been Christopher's fault! It was all on him. From what he gathered it was inexplicable. His dad should have stayed dead and no one could say exactly why it hadn't happened.

Chris couldn't even imagine what would have happened if his dad really had died.

He had nobody else.

He could never really connect with other children his age. He was too private and no one really stuck around a little bit longer… they never even tried to gain his trust.

He had Severus, that was true.

I don't even know the guy… not yet at least.

It was a very tough morning. He was still jumpy from the nightmares he had. Dreams didn't come very often. On top of it, he didn't remember most of those he did dream about.

This time it was different. He could see it clearly in front of him.

His dad was dying in his dreams. Again and again. Being engulfed by a slimy horrifying green light. His eyes cold and unmoving, not really seeing anything. And that awful bone-chilling laughter in the background.

"Hey, wha'ya doing?"

What'ya doing huh?

Chris looked up when he heard the sentence. He had red hair pulled up into a small ponytail but even then, the hair looked still pretty messy. Chewing on a bubble gum the boy was staring at him with his ebony black eyes. He was propped up on his hands as they rested on the table, he was leaning a bit forward but not enough to feel threatening. Small nose, tight but smiling lips – he looked friendly enough.

"What is it to you?" Asked Christopher. A quick look to his watch told him it was already past lunchtime. He had been so engulfed in his work he didn't even notice everyone leaving. Well, everyone except the boy in front of him. It didn't really matter. He wanted to go visit his dad again, maybe he could summon an elf to bring him some snack, he realized he was quite hungry.

"Just tryin' to make a conversation," the boy explained as he sat down on the stool right opposite of Christopher.

"Why?"

It was cold, Christopher knew but he didn't remember the guy from any of his lessons even though he seemed to be a first year as himself. His clothes were screaming 'troublemaker' from afar and that was something Christopher wanted to avoid especially now that he was in trouble too.

"I can feel your magic. You are like me but I can help you control it. Teach you how to bend it to your will." Said the boy casually while he watched Christopher as he packed his things from the table.

"What do you mean?"

He hated to admit it but this spiked his interest.

"You don't know? You're a metamorphmagus like me." Exclaimed the boy enthusiastically and then… his eyes changed to mirror Christopher's. "I can do a lot more." Smirked the boy when he saw he finally got his target's attention. Then he changed completely. "I can't hold the form long and it takes time to learn to morph but you can get there… with my help." He was smiling again but it was so unnatural for Christopher to see his face… so overturned. It wasn't like looking into a mirror. It was completely different… and it spiked his interest.

But as fast as it began it slowly died when the boy turned back.

"Hate to break it to you but I'm not like you. Never turned in my life." Sighed Christopher averting his eyes… he got all excited over nothing. How dumb could he be?

"And what do you call this?" Smirked the boy, taking a strand of Christopher's hair and showing it him.

Holy rabies…

It was red and slowly turning to orange, then to pink.

Change back!

Just like that, his hair became black again.

"You'll learn fast. The name's Edward Remus Lupin. Got the middle name from ma' father. But everybody calls me Teddy. First year Gryffindor, nice to meet you." As he stood up, the boy, Teddy, offered his hand.

I don't know this guy… but can I afford to deny his help?

I can't walk around changing my hair like a rainbow.

Seems I've got no choice.

"Christopher Porter, Slytherin… but you already knew that, didn't you?" Replied Chris without accepting the other boy's hand. "Now tell me what you want for this."

"Aw… that's cold, mate." Snickered Teddy withdrawing his hand and sticking it back into his pocket. "I haven't really thought about it." Said Teddy as he leaned back in his chair and looked up towards the ceiling. "It just crossed my mind it might be fun to have a friend who can change like me but if you feel the need to get even you can perhaps sit with me during potions?" He was quiet for a while, thinking about a way to explain. He decided for a direct approach and looked into those pretty green eyes. "Professor Snape's a good teacher no doubt about that but he doesn't quite like me because of my father. You must have noticed he's quite a jackass towards the other houses but I can almost feel his hate when he's looking at me. It's very intimidating really and the number of points he's taken! But if I sit with a Slytherin he might be inclined to… shall we say… be a bit lenient, wouldn't you say?" He was smiling again.

"So… will you take my hand this time?"

Is this guy for real?

He's speaking like a rocket… did he even breathe during his speech?

Is he telling the truth? He could be lying for all I know.

But what do I've got to lose?

If he says who he is it would be beneficial to make friends with him. Crazy but loyal and reckless.

If he's lying and this was a way to trick me… he might be a sneaky snake in the skin of a lion. Still… it would be most interesting and useful to become acquaintances.

And if he's both?

Even better.

"Yes."

"That's good to hear."

"Well… Seeing as we're done here I shall excuse myself. I am rather hungry since I left out lunch. I bid you a good day," smirked Christopher when he stood up and picked up his bag. After a slight consideration, he smiled a bit. "Friend."

He left with a slight nod.

Chris was replaying the entire conversation in his head. He was a metamorphmagus. He was going to learn to control this ability. He had an acquaintance. He had a friend.

"Wait up, Chris! I'll walk with you!"

He didn't turn to wait but he shortened his step.

"We didn't really set a time. So, when do you want to start our training? Perhaps tonight before curfew?" Asked the smiling Gryffindor, now sporting a Slytherin green hair.

"I can't tonight. I have something else scheduled, maybe tomorrow before breakfast?" Suggested Christopher, he was getting excited already.

"Sure, I don't mind getting up early… even if it's Monday." Smirked Teddy. They chatted a bit more about potions and defence. Teddy liked potions but he wasn't very fond of the hate he could feel from his professor. He despised the defence since the professor couldn't really keep a track of the lesson plan. It was taught by a retired Auror. But the guy loved talking about himself mostly. The only spells he was teaching the students had been those he used himself during raids or when he had been attacked. Senior Aurors use very difficult and various spells. The guy knew his stuff but how can you hope to teach a three-way full-body repelling shield to the first years if they had only been shown twice?

Not going to happen!

Even Abe Malfoy couldn't do it. And he's a Ravenclaw who gets almost everything right.

"So… this is the Slytherin's common room?" Asked Teddy when they stopped in front of a painting.

"Not really," replied Chris, then he whispered the password.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah. See ya."

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PS: I'm not a mother. I don't have any children. The only kids I interact with are those of my brother but they are toddlers still so I have no idea how to discipline a child so please..., don't criticise the imaginary discipline :D

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Till next time!

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PS: Wash your hands, keep yourself protected and stay healthy!