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It might have seemed that the life of Harry Potter and Severus Snape as neighbors after the wizarding war would be unbearable! However, the truth was that their lives went on without major complications.
Every day, early in the morning, Severus went out to his garden to weed his beds of potion ingredients. Although the activity itself was not particularly loud, the curses he let out in frustration as he pulled weeds from the enchanted soil, which grew back anyway every single day, were enough to wake Harry.
After this noisy wake up call, he began his day with morning exercises, and by the time he finished, Snape had already disappeared into the depths of his house. Then both of them, each behind their own walls, ate breakfast. Sometimes Snape went outside and did so on the terrace. Harry liked to watch him through the window, and when he himself left for work, he greeted him before teleporting to the Ministry, where he had held the position of Auror for years.
This part of the day always looked different for the Chosen One. Sometimes he filled out paperwork, sometimes he went on missions to capture the remaining Death Eaters, and sometimes he interrogated suspects accused of using forbidden magic or trading illegal items or, in rare cases, people.
Snape, on the other hand, spent most of his day brewing potions, which he later sold by owl. After the war, he limited his contact with people even more, if that was possible. He hid away in his house in the middle of nowhere. It was his sanctuary.
Just him, nature, and… Potter living right next door.
That day, he was brewing a large batch of Wolfsbane Potion, while Ron, Harry, and the rest of their Auror team set out on a mission to capture a man named Ernest Garcia, who was selling plants whose trade had been declared illegal by the wizarding community. The kind used only for brewing poisons, or that were themselves highly toxic.
It was supposed to be a quick operation. They would storm into his shop, grab him, the two associates who were supposed to be there with him, secure the evidence, and leave.
Harry’s blood was already buzzing with adrenaline as they observed the area. The moment they got the signal, they burst into the shop. There were no civilians, so they could start capturing the criminals immediately, but they never surrendered without a fight.
Spells began flying across the room, destroying objects and knocking items off the shelves. One of the associates ran into the back room. Potter was busy fighting the main culprit, Ernest, who swore loudly after losing his wand in their rather brief duel.
“Look what we’ve got here, buddy!” Ron shouted, waving a book and looking straight at Harry, who was just finishing cuffing Garcia.
“What is it?” Harry’s deep Alpha voice, the one he used at work, was serious but curious.
“An order log! You’ll never guess who was regularly buying some herbs!” Weasley began to snicker as he flipped through the pages. “Your favorite neighbor!”
Harry’s confidence vanished in an instant, and he let out a resigned groan. He had never seen Snape do anything suspicious. Quite the opposite. The suspicious thing was how peaceful a life he led. Harry had long felt that sooner or later, Snape would slip up and make a mistake.
They took Ernest and his men to the interrogation rooms at the Ministry. The entire process, from capture to taking statements to sentencing, lasted until nightfall.
Sometimes Harry went out for a drink with his friends after a successful mission, but not today. He wanted to find out what the Potions Master needed those plants for. Was he using them to make poisons that he later sold? Although they had never liked each other, Potter did not want to believe that Snape could profit from other people’s deaths. Not after how much he had sacrificed during the war to save as many lives as possible.
The orders he had placed were far too frequent. Almost every day, or every other day, he came in for Serovertum petals. It was hard to believe he was buying them for decoration.
So after teleporting home, he immediately stepped onto his neighbor’s property.
Severus was sipping his evening coffee and nibbling on cake when Harry launched into questions.
“What do you need the Serovertum for? You know that plant is illegal,” Harry asked.
Severus’s hand, holding a spoonful of apple pie, froze halfway to his open mouth.
“How do you know… You didn’t arrest Ernest, did you?” Severus jumped up, panicked. Potter had never seen Snape show that many emotions at once.
“Actually… yes. We arrested him, and the guys are preparing a warrant to search your house for… poisons you could make with that amount of the flower,” Harry said carefully.
Severus gritted his teeth and furrowed his brows, his fists trembling.
“Why are you telling me this? Do you really think I’m making poisons… after everything, Potter?! Are you really that much of an idiot? If you didn’t trust me so much, you could have locked me up in Azkaban right away! I am not making any poisons. I only use Serovertum for personal use, and I will not let you into my house!”
Instinctively, Harry released his Alpha pheromones to calm Snape’s anger. Surprisingly, it worked. The Potions Master sat back down obediently.
“I came here out of courtesy. If you tell me what you need them for, I might be able to convince the other Aurors to leave you alone. You have to cooperate with me,” Harry said.
A familiar mask slid across Snape’s face.
“I need those flowers, Potter, and it’s none of your business what for. Only Ernest agreed to sell them to me at a decent price. Growing them requires special soil. I don’t have space or the funds to keep investing in that kind of soil. Even if I planted them today, they wouldn’t grow by tomorrow, and I need freshly harvested ones,” Severus said, rubbing his forehead, clearly trying to come up with a solution.
“You still haven’t told me what you need them for,” Harry pointed out.
Snape glared at him like a thunderbolt.
“I already told you, it’s none of your damn business. I brew a potion every day that helps manage certain… symptoms. This plant is the key ingredient; there are no substitutes.”
Harry considered this for a moment. “If it’s that important to you… I think I can offer you a piece of land in my garden and help with the soil. It’s no problem for me. At least I owe you that for what you did for me… The plants Ernest was growing weren’t destroyed; I can dig them up and transplant them. Neville will definitely help me.”
Severus snorted. “Wonderful. The comfort of my miserable life depends on Longbottom’s gardening skills,” he muttered.
Harry rolled his eyes. “The Aurors will still want to see your lab, Snape.”
“They can want all they like, I’m not letting anyone in,” Severus said firmly.
Harry laughed at that. “You can’t refuse Aurors with a warrant!”
For some reason, Snape flushed. “What are you hiding in that house?”
Harry’s curiosity only grew.
“Nothing worth noticing, Golden Boy,” Snape replied, and Harry laughed again, standing up. “Time for me to go. Goodnight, Snape.”
Severus nodded. “Goodnight, Mr. Potter.”
***
In the quiet of his own home, doubts crept back into Harry’s mind. What if Snape was actually doing something evil, and he had warned him?
Potter turned onto the other side of the bed. He couldn’t sleep that night; his thoughts kept circling around his mysterious neighbor. Frustrated, he got up and went to the bathroom to splash his face with water. When he returned to the bedroom, he looked out the window and saw only darkness.
No lights were on in Snape’s house, which was unusual. The man rarely slept before late hours, often moving around the house even at three in the morning. Harry assumed Snape had been sleeping with a light on, still haunted by the shadows of the war. But since it was dark, that meant he was not there. Midnight was not the best hour for walks.
The auror instinct told him that something was happening, and it had never failed him. It and the people who had sacrificed themselves for his protection were the main reasons he was still alive. So he dressed in comfortable jeans and a warm hoodie and set out on surveillance. He had to make sure the Potions Master wasn’t up to anything evil and that he was safe.
A moment after Harry stepped onto his neighbor’s property, Severus appeared with the characteristic “pop” of apparition.
“What are you doing here, Potter?” he growled, menacingly. Even in the dark, Harry could see the paleness and frailty on his face.
“Where have you been?” Harry asked, curiosity surfacing.
“I’ll tell you only because I know you won’t let it go otherwise. I have a problem, Potter. I need the plant I used to buy from Ernest within the next two days, or something bad will happen to me. Does that answer satisfy you? I tried to get it, but at this hour even the shops on the Knockturn Alley are closed. I’m running out of time…”
Harry’s concern deepened. He stepped closer instinctively, trying to offer comfort and then he felt it.
Fear, mixed with pheromones.
Harry drew in a sharp breath. Snape was an Omega. In Potter’s mind, something clicked; Severus saw the reaction on his face, illuminated only by the half-full moon.
Severus cursed under his breath.
“Fuck” He slipped past Potter and disappeared back into his house.
Harry already knew.
***
The next day, instead of being woken by the usual morning barrage of curses from the neighbor’s garden, Harry was awakened by loud knocking at the door. Yawning, he went downstairs to see what was going on. However, the knocking wasn’t coming from his door but from the house next to his. Harry’s friends were pounding on Snape’s door.
“Hey, buddy!” Ron waved at him from Severus’s terrace. The other Aurors, seeing Harry, paused their knocking for a moment and looked in his direction.
“We wanted to handle this quietly, but old Snape won’t let us in,” explained Ron, who, as it dawned on Harry, was leading Ernest’s case.
“Mhm, Ron… Let me handle this—”
The redhead frowned.
“Don’t worry about it, buddy. You’re off today. Go home; we won’t make much noise,” Weasley chuckled.
“Ron, please… There were many other names on that list… let me try to persuade him to cooperate. Give me some time. In the meantime, you can check the other labs on the list.”
“This is my case, Harry. I wanted to start with Snape because no one else has been buying those poisonous plants so regularly. Sorry, buddy, but I have to ask you to get out of my way.”
A warning growl escaped from Potter’s throat. No one had the right to threaten his Omega. Harry froze. So did Ron. What was that? What was he thinking?! Apologies were already on the tip of his tongue, but Ron spoke first.
“Alright, we’ll come back later, but don’t do anything stupid, buddy… Since Snape was buying those plants every day, there must be some traces left. If they’re missing, it’ll look like you’re hiding something, and that could get both of you into trouble.”
“Thanks, Ron,” Harry patted his friend on the shoulder, and once he and the other Aurors walked away, he knocked on Snape’s door himself. This time gently.
“It’s just me. They’ve already left. Please, open the door… We need to sort this out.”
After a long moment, the door creaked open, and there stood the Potions Master, his face flushed red. He was sweating, breathing heavily, his pupils dilated, and he swayed slightly on his feet. Harry’s nostrils flared as the herbal, slightly bitter scent of an Omega in heat filled his lungs. Blood immediately drained from his face straight to his dick, which began to harden fast, all because of Severus, who, after what could have been a few minutes or an eternity, drew the chosen one into the house, where that intoxicating scent was even more intense. Before he could even realize what was happening, Snape pushed him against the closed front door and began kissing him roughly. He pressed his mouth to Harry’s, teasing it open with his lips. Severus buried himself in the kiss, pulling back just slightly, sucking on his bottom lip and nibbling gently. What started as soft, innocent kisses quickly turned into more demanding, wet, and needy ones. He repeated it over and over, murmuring with pleasure. Harry let out a growl as he felt their erections press together. He grabbed Severus by the hips with one hand, pulling him even closer, and with the other, he caught his hair and tilted his head back.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
“I’m an Omega, Potter,” Snape gasped. “Without Serovertum, I lose control… And I need… I need…”Severus breathed heavily
“What do you need, Severus?”
“Your cock… fuck!”
Harry let out a silent moan at the sound. The Slytherin writhed against him, pressing close and letting out needy whines.
“I… I can’t… you’re not in control…”
Snape kissed Harry again, silencing his ramble.
“Shut up, Potter, and fuck me. If you don’t, I think i will die. I’m burning…”
Severus brushed the hair stuck to his damp forehead aside. Harry slid his hand down from his hips to his ass, squeezing it, earning another loud moan in return. The Potions Master’s hand tangled in the Bon Jovi shirt he had been sleeping in and pulled Harry along, backing toward the bedroom.
Along the way, between kisses, they took off their tops. Harry also pulled off his bottoms, leaving himself in just his boxers, while Severus stayed in his pants, showing a noticeable bulge and a wet patch. Potter admired the view, staring at the Omega rather shamelessly.
His gaze slowly drifted up to the bony, pale hips, scarred in many places, and the pink, perky nipples he couldn’t resist. He began sucking them one at a time. Severus moaned, running his hand through Harry’s hair. Then Harry slowly moved to Severus’s neck, where a large scar from Nagini’s bite was visible. He kissed it gently before moving to the other side, showering it with more kisses and nibbles, unable to resist leaving his mark near Severus’s scent gland. Fearing that Harry might claim him and mark him as his own, Snape placed a trembling hand on Harry’s cheek and pulled him into another kiss on the lips.
Enthusiastically, Potter grabbed the button of Snape’s pants, eager to get them off as quickly as possible. But Severus caught his hand and held it in place.
“Wait…”
Some of the excitement faded.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
If possible, Severus’s cheeks turned even redder.
“I…” His Omega hips shifted awkwardly.
“N-no… don’t laugh at me.” Harry’s breath hissed; worry and compassion for the Omega washed over him.
“Severus, look at me.” When their eyes met, the Auror continued:
“I’m not my father. I’m Harry, and I won’t laugh at you. I promise.”
Severus hadn’t expected that. His eyes glistened with tears.
“Harry…”
The Alpha’s cock twitched at the sound of his Omega’s trembling voice.
“Harry”
Severus repeated, and moments later, Potter undid his pants, keeping eye contact. They kissed a few more times before Harry slid his pants off his hips, pushed Severus onto the bed, grabbed the legs, and tossed the unnecessary clothing onto the floor.
“Harry!”
Having already kissed, they now devoured each other. Potter hovered over Snape, plunging his mouth onto his in a fierce kiss while stroking his erection through the wet boxers. Severus gasped and moaned into his ear, only fueling his desire even more.
“Harry, now! Take it!”
“Take what?”
The Auror nibbled on his earlobe. Snape didn’t answer at first; he froze, hands resting on Potter’s back, and let out a small gasp.
“Harry…”
Their eyes met. Their cheeks were flushed; the Golden Boy’s face twisted into a mischievous grin, while Severus’s expression carried a hint of guilt.
“My… virginity… I never…”
“Oh.”
That simple statement sent a storm of butterflies through Harry’s stomach. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’ll make you feel so good, Omega, I promise.”
Harry lowered himself onto the bed, sliding his partner’s boxers down from his hips and gazing with adoration at the erect, pink cock right in front of his face. He licked the drops of pre-cum from the tip, kissed it, and then moved even lower. He began sucking on Severus’s balls, spreading his thighs with his hands as Snape writhed and squealed from the raw pleasure. Finally, he reached the place he had been aiming for: Severus’s virgin asshole, already wet from his Omega juices. Harry began sucking him, licking the slickness, and teasing him with his tongue.
Both of the Potion Master’s hands were tangled in the sheets, his back arched as a litany of moans and curses escaped his throat.
“That feels good… more!”
And Potter was ready to give it to him. He knelt between the Omega’s thighs and licked his lips, coated in his slickness.
“You’re so delicious, Severus… I’m going to be your first…”
Harry positioned his cock at Snape’s hole. He moaned as he slid in effortlessly.
“Your Omega ass is so perfectly made for taking cocks. How does it feel? What’s it like to have a cock in your ass?”
But Severus didn’t answer with words. The moment Harry’s cock slid into his asshole, his mind short-circuited, making thinking, forming sentences, or even using words impossible. He could only respond by moaning louder and tugging Harry closer for a kiss, a message that carried more meaning than words ever could.
Finally, Harry moved, rocking back and forth while holding the Omega’s hips. Severus wrapped his sexy legs around Harry’s waist. Slap, slap, slap. The sound of his balls hitting his ass filled the room, though it was quieter than the moans and cries of Severus and Harry.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Severus!”
Harry sped up, pounding him harder.
“I took your virginity, and you feel so good!”
Harry’s movements didn’t stop, even after he came inside Severus. The Alpha’s anatomy had created a knot, locking them together in an awkward position.
“Huh… that was so good. You’re so good, Severus. Such a good, deflowered Omega. My Omega. Omega…”
Harry babbled on until Severus came at the sound of his dreamy voice. Untouched, with Harry’s big knot still inside him.
“Ahhh, Harry…”
The Auror leaned down and bit him on the neck once, then again, and again covering it with thousands of kisses. Severus came again, his cum spreading across his chest. Harry’s knot began to shrink. He scooped up some of the Omega’s cum with his fingers and began sucking it, looking straight into his dark eyes.
“Ready for round two, Omega?”
***
After long hours spent in Severus’s bed, Harry finally got up while the Omega slept. He didn’t know what to do with himself. On one hand, he wanted to prepare a hearty meal for Snape and take care of him, but on the other, he knew the man wouldn’t be happy giving in to his instincts and losing all sense of reason to desire. So he decided to first send a letter to Neville, asking for a meeting next day at six in the morning at the Ministry. He had to quickly move Ernest’s plants to the garden so Severus could regain control over his body and mind. The Omega’s owl, which he had borrowed for the task, made a lot of noise, and before he could release it, he could already hear Snape’s moans from the bedroom. He hurried back to him.
“What do you need, Severus?”
“You.”
Harry giggled and returned to the bed. He held the man tightly and whispered into his hair after planting a long kiss there.
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll move the Serovertum to my garden.”
“Thank you, Harry…”
A small smile curved the Potion Master’s thin lips as he snuggled even closer into the strong arms of the Gryffindor.
“When you come back to your senses… will you hate me?”
“I could never hate you, Alpha. After all you’re my mate.”
His words were slightly slurred from hours of incredible sex.
Warmth spread through Harry’s chest.
“B-But I thought….”
Severus snorted.
“Don’t overthink it.”
Potter frowned.
“How long did you know… that we were meant for each other?”
The Potion Master remained silent, and unwanted thoughts began swirling in the Golden Boy’s mind.
"I knew from the moment you revealed yourself as an alpha during the trial"
The words hit him like a slap in the face. Years had passed. YEARS. How could Severus have kept this a secret?!
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Snape rolled his eyes. Ignoring the question, he got up from the bed on still unsteady legs and disappeared behind the bathroom door. Harry followed him.
“Severus?”
The man rinsed his face with his hands, his expression blank, though his lips were slightly parted. The Auror placed a hand on the small of his back and stroked him gently, giving him time to respond, but the answer wasn’t what he had expected.
“Go away, Potter. I feel better. The fever seems to have passed.”
But Harry wasn’t going to leave him.
“You said we were meant for each other. I feel it too. Every instinct in my body tells me to stay with you, to spoil you, to protect you…”
Snape shoved him away violently.
“I DON’T NEED YOUR PROTECTION!”
His teeth ground together as he twisted his face in anger.
“I don’t need anyone’s protection! I’ve managed on my own all these years. I was the one keeping you safe, if you remember. Just because you know my status now doesn’t mean I’ll suddenly become fragile and pathetic!”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“That’s exactly what you meant! If you think I’ll fall at your feet and let you boss me around, you’re wrong.”
“I don’t want that. I want to be with you, not control you.”
“That’s what Alphas do. They control people.”
“And Omegas are sluts, Severus? Those are stereotypes. We’ve known each other for so many years… Did you know I’ve been fascinated by you for a long time? Even before my status was revealed. Now, after you finally let me in…” Harry sighed softly “even if it was only because of your fever… I realized that I want to be with you. Please, let me stay.”
But how could Severus risk again? Along with his Omega status came the need to submit. First, he had followed Lily, whose status had revealed itself a year before his own. Because of a mistake he made, she rejected him.
Next was Alpha Voldemort. He had believed Voldemort would treat him well; after all, he had experience leading people. Voldemort was so charismatic that even other Alphas followed him. But Voldemort betrayed his trust.
So he went to Alpha Dumbledore. He allowed Severus to follow him, but Albus gave him nothing in return but dangerous tasks. He didn’t even make sure anyone knew that Severus had always been on his side. If it weren’t for Harry, Severus would have been in Azkaban. Albus didn’t care about him; he only cared about having a useful pawn. How could Severus know that Harry wouldn’t hurt him too?
“I won’t hurt you, Severus.”
He whispered it gently into his shoulder. The corner of Severus’s mouth twitched. Could it be that Potter had finally learned Legilimency?
He stared at his own reflection in the mirror. To test the theory, Severus looked into the mirrored eyes of Harry and stepped into his mind. Immediately, he was flooded with visions of the perfect life Potter desired. The Potion Master struggled with the conflict inside him.
“Say it again,” he murmured.
“I won’t hurt you.”
And Severus truly wanted to believe him.
***
To conclude the investigation, Severus was forced to reveal his Omega status. Since it was no longer a secret, he patented his blocking potion and made it available so other Omegas could live peacefully. He limited his own use of it when staying at home with Harry, whom he had finally decided to trust. He took it only when he went out.
He didn’t have to hide when it was just him and his Alpha in seclusion.
If anything, the next heats were even more enjoyable. Not driven by fear for his safety, but by his natural cycle and heightened arousal.
“Are you happy?” Harry asked.
“What?”
“Happy that you trusted me?”
“Yes. I am.”
And it was true. Severus was happy, loved without limits, safe. And Harry… Harry felt the same.
The End