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Cannot Save You Now	By : tigrelilje Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Thanks for the reviews! Hope the last cliffhanger wasn't too stressful! Didn't want to leave you hanging so here's the next one...

Chapter 12
Draco slowly opened his eyes, cringing slightly at the pain he felt on the side of his head and the general discomfort he felt throughout his body. He went to touch his head with his hand only to find something impeding his arm movement. He pulled a little harder, still slightly dazed and not thinking clearly. He heard the sound of metal shifting and finally realized that the object preventing him from moving was cold and hard.
He turned his head to the side and stared for a moment, trying to comprehend that he appeared to be chained to a wall. Then his last memories came back to him and he jerked upright as though he had been shocked before scanning his surroundings. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins within moments and he felt his heart was pounding loud enough to be heard in another room.
He strained his ears, desperate to detect any noise over his traitorous heart and harsh breathing that sounded far too loud. It was hard for him to make out his surroundings as they were mostly in shadow, only a torch in the wall next to him providing light. The more he strained his eyesight to penetrate the darkness the more he became sure his senses were failing him as he failed to calm himself. He thought he saw the shadows moving from the corner of his eye, only to turn his head and see nothing.
He bit his lip briefly, debating whether he should call out to see if someone was nearby or maintain his silence. He licked his suddenly dry lips, deciding that silence was his friend while he calmed himself so he could think.
He started to relax, when he really did see movement coming from the shadows in front of him. Immediately, his heart rate shot up almost painfully as he stared at the figure emerging in front of him.
If he hadn’t recognized the blood red eyes for what they were, the fangs would have been a dead giveaway. He was alone in a room with a vampire. He glanced around quickly, before concluding that the vampire really did seem to be alone, before looking back at the predator in front of him.
The vampire tilted its head slightly as he observed the chained boy, and Draco was disturbed by how animalistic the gesture made the being in front of him seem. And then the creature was speaking with a mocking smirk playing on his lips.
“I’m so glad you could join me, Draco. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
***
Somehow, Theo had managed to talk Harry into taking a secret passage out of the castle grounds instead of simply throwing all caution to the wind like he wanted to and storming through the castle wards forgetting any repercussions that act might bring, such as other students seeing him.
His mate had been taken. His mate was in trouble. His mate could be hurt.
His Sire had his mate.
Harry was barely in control of his instincts at the moment. The only thoughts in his mind were finding Tristan and Draco. Tristan may be his Sire, but Draco was his mate. Even though they weren’t bonded, Harry’s Sire-bond to Tristan was overshadowed by his mate-bond to Draco unless the other boy rejected him. Rationally, Harry knew that he needed to attempt to reign in his instincts if he wanted to get Draco back, but it was very hard to not just let his rage take over and guide him.
He was about to enter the passage under the Whomping Willow when Blaise gripped his arm to stop him. Harry let out a growl before he could stop himself. He needed to get to his mate. Now.
“We’re coming with you,” Blaise said forcefully, only causing Harry to send him a deadly glare.
“And what exactly do you think you will be able to do, human, when my Sire simply takes you as well?” Harry demanded harshly, never feeling less human than he did at that moment. The two before him were so weak, they would be no match for Tristan. They lacked the speed, power, and strength that vampires had. They were prey. They would only get in the way.
Blaise paused, a pained look on his face as he realized Harry was right, before he reluctantly said, “Fine, but you will let us know immediately when you have Draco back. I mean it.”
“If you insist,” Harry hissed, pulling his arm from Blaise before disappearing in the blink of an eye down the passage, leaving his two friends to worry over his safety.
***
“Who are you?” Draco asked, feeling irritated when his voice came out as a weak croak. He scowled and tried to subtly clear his throat.
“Mmm, that is not important,” the vampire said absently as he watched Draco without blinking. His fixed smile appeared slightly mad and his expression made Draco think that he was thinking about something else. “You aren’t even important, if truth be told. Just a little something to start the fire,” he muttered to himself.
“Why am I here, if I am so unimportant, then?” Draco asked, feeling satisfied when his voice sounded almost normal this time.
“You are important,” the vampire said, confusing Draco, until he said, “but not to me. Now, I suggest you keep silent. We have a bit of a wait ahead of us, and I may be tempted to quench my thirst if you irritate me.”
Draco pressed his lips together firmly, determined not to say another word until he had a plan to save himself. He hated being told what to do and giving in, but he knew now was not the time to let his pride take over. He tried to see if he could feel whether he still had his wand on him. He felt despair and hope when he saw it sitting on a table just behind the vampire. He had never attempted to summon his wand to himself, but it seemed he would get a chance to learn under pressure.
He closed his eyes and began to concentrate on his magic inside of him, hoping he would be able to master wandless, wordless magic in a few hours instead of years.
***
Harry appeared in his Sire’s manor within moments. His magic was slowly unfurling around his body as he failed to keep it contained. He was sure his Sire felt his presence the moment he entered the premise. A moment later, his Sire was in front of him, looking at Harry with worry and confusion.
“What has happened?” Tristan asked.
“Where is my mate?” Harry growled, stepping toward Tristan threateningly.
“I do not know what you mean,” Tristan said, looking even more confused. “Why would I know? Did something happen to them?”
“Do not play with me, Sire,” Harry hissed. “I was having him watched, and he was seen being kidnapped. Your scent was everywhere. So I’ll ask again before I force the information from you; where is Draco?”
“Are you sure it was my scent?” Tristan asked sharply. When Harry growled and crouched, preparing to pounce, Tristan suddenly darted forward to grab him and slam him on his back on the ground. He pressed his fangs to Harry’s throat in warning, before asking again, “Are you sure, Harry? Was the scent exactly like mine in every way, with absolutely no differences? You need to see past your anger and really think, if you want to find your mate.”
“Of course it was yours,” Harry growled, while trying valiantly to break the hold his Sire had on him. “Your scent and a hint of damp stone from the lake close by.”
“It can’t be,” Tristan murmured as he pulled away from Harry slowly, though he didn’t relax his grip in the slightest. He must have known Harry wasn’t about to cease his attempts at attacking him.
“Where-,” Harry began again but Tristan cut him off.
“That wasn’t my scent.”
“Wha- Of course it was,” Harry exclaimed angrily.
“No, Harry, think about it,” Tristan growled, finally losing some of his temper and shaking Harry as if hoping that would shock some sense into him. “When a vampire locks onto a scent, it is the only one that they smell; we automatically block out all other smells and don’t notice them.”
“Who else would it have been?”
“My twin brother,” Tristan responded with a sick smile.
***
Draco was concentrating solely on his magic. He could almost feel it responding, building up inside of him-
He received a smack across his cheek that snapped him out of his concentration and into a state of shock.
“Don’t even try it, little wizard,” the vampire scolded. “You are not the only one capable of magic here and it will not help you.”
“You can do magic?” Draco asked stupidly, latching onto the least significant part of the reprimand. “But you’re a vampire!”
“And?” his companion asked with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, but I suppose you’ve been taught about how pathetic and mindless we are, yes? Of course you have. Rather brilliant of my brother, I’ll admit.”
“You’re brother?” Draco asked, hoping to learn something about his captor.
“Yes, you’ll meet him soon enough, I expect,” the vampire waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, you’re bleeding a bit, must have hit you harder than I thought.”
Draco thought about licking the corner of his mouth to wipe away the moisture he felt there when he noticed the vampire’s face. He was staring intently at the blood that had welled up on the side and was slowly moving toward Draco. Draco’s breathing immediately sped up and he felt frozen in place as he suddenly remembered everything that had been taught in his last Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He was sure he was about to die.
The vampire stopped directly in front of him and leaned forward, until he was less than an inch away from Draco’s face. He breathed in deeply before letting out an appreciative sigh.
“How lovely you smell,” he murmured. “No wonder your mate couldn’t resist you in the end.”
Mate? Draco thought in confusion. What mate? The vampire must have seen Draco’s confusion because he smiled mockingly before saying, “Ah yes, I suppose he hasn’t confronted you yet. But now he will. I expect he’ll be here soon, in fact,” he stared at Draco’s mouth again for a moment before muttering to himself, “What’s a little taste?”
Before Draco could fully process his words, the vampire was leaning forward and slowly licking the blood from Draco’s mouth. Just as the first swipe of his tongue retreated, a crashing noise could be heard from above as the walls and ceiling of the room shook.
The vampire quickly pulled away with an excited look on his face, “Ah, just in time, your mate is here,” the vampire pulled something out of his back pocket as he stepped away from Draco. He gave Draco one last smile and said, “Give him my regards, won’t you?” and then suddenly he plunged something into Draco’s hand that pinned it to the wall and burned with more pain than Draco could ever remember feeling.
A scream was torn from his throat as the vampire disappeared. Draco turned his head and saw that a dagger had been thrust through his hand with a piece of paper attached. The vampire had left a message.
Draco’s attention was pulled away from his own pain when he felt a concussive pulse of power vibrate through the room before a door that had previously been in shadow smashed open and let in more light. The outline of a person was standing in the door. A person who was radiating more raw power than anyone Draco had ever met before. He was momentarily in awe of the oppressive amount of power that was rolling off of them and wrapping around Draco’s body.
It was a figure that Draco recognized.
“Henry?” he asked in confusion. Draco blinked and suddenly the person was right in front of him.
It was Henry, but not like Draco had ever seen him. His eyes were red, and not just red, but glowing red. He had fangs that were clearly visible and his skin was so flawless and white that Draco thought he looked as though he were made of porcelain. He was clearly a vampire. And Draco had never seen such an expression of pure fury on Henry’s face before.
Henry reached out and shattered the iron cuffs that were suspending Draco’s arms to the wall. When his gaze landed on the dagger, he let out a growl of rage before he slowly grasped it.
“This will hurt,” Henry said, in a surprisingly gentle voice. Draco didn’t have a chance to object before Henry pulled the dagger out quickly. Draco cried out in pain and Henry quickly grabbed his hand. There was a moment of warm and soothing numbness before Henry uncovered Draco’s hand, revealing smooth, unblemished skin. Draco just stared for a moment, in too much shock to fully comprehend what was going on at the moment.
“How-,” he began.
“Not now,” Henry cut in, scanning every inch of Draco’s body that his eyes could see. “Later. Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“He hit my cheek, but I’ll be fine,” Draco responded in a daze. Henry let out an angry hiss, running a quick hand over the slight bruise that was beginning to show. That soothing feeling ran over his cheek again before Henry drew away his hand.
“Better?” Henry asked softly. Draco just nodded, still in a daze. Henry glanced at the paper he was holding in his hand before he grasped Draco’s arm lightly, with a dark expression on his face, “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”
Draco just clung to Henry’s arm as he was guided out of the building he had been taken to. He was coming out of his shock, though, and questions were already started to build up in his mind.
***
Harry quickly guided Draco outside before he wrapped an arm around the other boy. He felt him jump slightly but Harry apparated with him to his Sire’s home before he could pull away. When they reappeared, they were both in Tristan’s private study and his Sire was waiting for them.
Draco stiffened and tried to jerk away from Harry as soon as he saw Tristan, but Harry held on tightly and whispered soothingly, “This is not the same one who took you, it is his brother.”
Draco relaxed marginally, but not much.
“Are you injured?” Tristan asked, his voice sounding colder than normal.
“No,” Henry responded curtly, “though he had harmed Draco. I assume this is meant for you,” he added as he thrust the slip of paper at the older looking man.
“’No one remains untouchable forever, Tristan.’” his Sire murmured with a sad expression on his face. He folded the piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket, his expression completely blank, though Harry could tell that he was more than upset. Like an explosion waiting to happen. He walked toward them and surprised Harry when he spoke to Draco first, “I am terribly sorry that you have been dragged into this so unexpectedly, Draco. My name is Tristan Renard; I hope I will see more of you in the future. For now, I will leave you with my Son, however, to answer the many questions I’m sure you have. Find me when you are done, if you wish,” he directed the last at Harry before he disappeared out of the room.
Harry watched the door for a moment with a worried expression on his face before he turned back to Draco. He suddenly felt very nervous.
“So,” Draco said after a moment, and Harry could feel the beginnings of anger in his emotions, “you’re a vampire? Were you going to tell me?”
“Yes,” Harry said, guiding them over to the couch that was in front of the fire in the room. “I just- I wasn’t sure how. I was going to talk to you tonight, actually.”
“It really isn’t that hard to explain,” Draco said coldly.
“You don’t understand,” Harry said, avoiding his mate’s eyes while rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to nervously adjust a pair of glasses that were no longer there. “Telling you I am a vampire is one thing. Telling you that you are my mate, is more life-altering. And telling you who I used to be,” Harry trailed off, before letting out a bitter laugh, “Well, that is almost unthinkable.”
“So I am your mate?” Draco questioned, as if he needed it confirmed. Harry nodded, finally daring to look at Draco. “What happens if I reject you?” he asked slowly, his expression completely unreadable.
Harry felt his stomach plummet and a sharp pain in his heart before he recovered and looked away with a cold expression, “Nothing,” he said in a monotone. “I will survive.”
“Why should I accept you?” Draco pressed, his tone inexplicably warmer.
“Because a mate bond with a vampire is the same thing as a soul mate bond,” Harry responded quietly, still looking at the fire with his hands clenched into fists in his lap. He felt so out of his element right now. He couldn’t just take control and get the outcome wanted. He glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye, and saw his mate’s breathing catch for a moment. He wondered what expression was on his face.
“Why did you not approach me earlier?” Draco asked, now looking a combination of hopeful and angry.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment before responding, “I was afraid to; especially having to tell you about my human life.”
“Why would that matter?” Draco asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I have not been a vampire for very long,” Harry said slowly. “In fact, I have only been one since this summer,” he trailed off and looked at Draco, wondering if Draco would figure it out.
He was looking at Harry suspiciously but he just stared at him before impatiently saying, “And?”
Harry let out a huge rush of air as he leaned back in his seat. He stared at the fire for a long moment before he turned fully to face Draco. He was just going to have to say it. He was filled with excitement and dread; the moment of truth was here. He took one of Draco’s hands and looked him directly in the eye as he said, “How do you tell your mate that you were once their enemy; that you used to be Harry Potter, of all people, and not fear being rejected immediately?”
***
Draco just stared in silence. He had suspected, but to have it confirmed…
He remembered seeing Henry- no, Harry- with a number of other people; including Hermione Granger. He suddenly felt blindingly angry. He pulled his hand away from Harry, too angry to notice the devastated look that crossed his face at Draco’s withdrawal.
“Potter?” Draco hissed, incensed. “So you have just been playing me!”
“No!” Harry exclaimed, looking pained. “Why would you say that?”
“Oh come on,” Draco sneered, standing up and pacing before the fire. “I’ve seen you with other people. I saw you with Granger. Just having a laugh about how easy I was to lead around?”
“I- what- no!” Harry spluttered. “That’s not it at all!”
“No?” Draco yelled angrily, feeling more hurt than he thought he should. “I’m assuming you could tell Granger who you were- I can’t think of any other reason she would be so friendly with a Slytherin- but you couldn’t tell me, and I’m supposedly your mate. I can’t believe this,” Draco growled, refusing to look at the boy before him, any fear he felt about Harry being a vampire washed away with his anger.
“Draco-,” Harry said, and Draco whipped his head around to stare at him with the use of his first name. “Will you let me explain? Or will you just reject me immediately as I feared?”
“Fine,” Draco crossed his arms and stared at him, refusing to sit down. “Why should I believe you, anyway? If you really were Potter, why would you even want to be with me? And why do you look so different?”
“It’s a long story,” Harry said with a weak smile. Draco just continued to stare at him with a stony expression and Harry looked at the fire again before looking back with a solemn expression. “You want to know how I came to be this way?” he asked in a dead voice. Draco was a little taken aback by his change of tone and relaxed slightly before nodding his head sharply.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, “This summer, I was staying at my muggle relatives’ house, like I must every break,” he began, opening his eyes and watching Draco sadly. “They took offense to something about me, not an uncommon event, and things took a turn for the worst. My uncle beat me, quite literally, to death.”
Draco gasped without meaning to, suddenly remembering Skeeter’s article. So it had been true? But Harry kept talking, as if lost in memories, though his face was unreadable now.
“Tristan found me right before I died,” Harry continued. “He changed me at the last moment and saved me from dying. When I woke up, I looked like this and he informed me that when I died, the blood glamours that had been placed on me were broken. Of course, I was not aware that I had any on me in the first place. I was never a Potter, apparently,” he shrugged, as if it were no big deal but Draco was sure he had felt blind-sided when the discovery had first been made.
“I debated leaving the Wizarding world behind completely,” Harry said, “but then I started discovering things about my past life that I could not ignore. I decided to return and pay back all those who had wronged me; including you,” he glanced at Draco with a frown. “But once I was around you, I realized you were my mate. I wasn’t going to let that stop me, but because I stayed around you, the thought of hurting you became unthinkable. My mate instincts demanded that I give you a chance and get to know you since I continued to remain in your presence.
“I won’t lie to you, Draco; I resisted the mate pull for a while. I felt like my instincts were betraying me in my desire to find revenge against everyone who had made my human life hell. Vampires do not have to claim their mates; there are no repercussions if we decide not to. But if we decide not to, we usually stay far away from our mates. Since I continued to stay in close proximity to you, my instincts eventually wore away my resistance and I was forced to see you, really see you, for the first time ever. And I liked what I saw, much to my surprise.
“But then I held back, because how would I ever get you to accept me? You would have found out that I used to be Harry Potter and reject me immediately, I was sure. So I was torn between spending time with you and avoiding you. I wasn’t sure how to approach you. But the person you’ve been getting to know this school year is the real me, not that Harry Potter personality that you got to know in the past. I am very different from that; and perhaps a bit darker and more violent than I’ve shown while at school,” Harry said with a wry smile.
“So you want to be with me?” Draco clarified. “I don’t- how do I know this is true? I never learned any of this about vampires.”
“You wouldn’t have,” Harry said with a dark smile. “We have been very careful about feeding false information to wizards about our nature. It’s rather humorous how little they know, actually.”
Draco supposed he had to believe that. Harry wasn’t pouncing on him and drinking him dry like a mindless creature as he had learned. That was already one strike against the knowledge he had. Not even his kidnapper had lost control around him, and he had looked to be on the brink of insanity.
“You didn’t answer my first question; if you want me, why do I find you with others, such as Zabini or Granger?” Draco demanded.
“I definitely want you Draco,” Harry explained, “but I still require blood to survive, and I could not take it from you, much as I wanted to. You’re lucky I had friends who could provide for my vampiric needs. As for seeing me with Granger, I assume you meant when she kissed my neck? She was attempting to divert my more violent vampiric urges so I would not go on a killing spree. I had just received… thoroughly distressing news. It is much easier for me to think past sex than violence, for reasons you will learn eventually. It was not a matter of disloyalty to you, though to wizards it would seem that way. It is just the way vampires are with friends, it never means anything.”
“I don’t know, Potter-”
“If you’re going to revert to my last name, please at least use one that is accurate,” Harry gave him a bitter smile.
“Who was your real family?” Draco asked, distracted from making a decision.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Harry murmured angrily, but he answered anyway. “My mother was still Lily Evans, but my father was… Severus Snape, apparently.”
“Does he know?” Draco asked after he had taken a moment to let the shock ware off and he could really process Harry’s answer. Now that he knew, he could see a strong resemblance between the two. How had he missed that?
“Of course not,” Harry growled. “I may have decided to become close to you, but Snape will get no such leniency. His betrayal is much worse, in this case.”
“But if he didn’t-,” Draco started.
“No,” Harry said flatly. “This is my decision. I’m not going to torture or kill him, but I will not acknowledge him either. He will know who I am before my plans are finished, and who I am to him, but I have no need of my human father. I died, after all. I have a new father. There is no place in my life for Snape.”
“If I accept you,” Draco said slowly, after a few moments of silence, “you will have to tolerate him.”
“Why?” Harry asked sharply.
“He’s my godfather,” Draco explained. “Even if you refuse to accept him as part of your family, he is part of mine.”
Draco was mildly worried when Harry stared at him intently, clearly angry. He looked away and asked quietly, “You wish me to accept your family, if we are together?”
Draco was suddenly reminded that his family was probably on Harry’s list of least desirable people; right at the top. But they were Draco’s family. As much as some part of him wanted to accept Harry with abandon, his more rational side demanded that he not leave his family behind.
“Of course,” Draco said firmly. “I assume I will have to accept yours, so you should accept mine.”
Harry watched him warily for a moment before saying, “Unlike your family, Draco, mine is immortal. And before you ask, or even think it, I absolutely refuse to spend eternity with Lucius Malfoy, even if he is your father; they will be staying mortal. But more than that, families rarely are factored into whether or not a vampire’s mate accepts them. Once a vampire mates, it is fairly common that that vampire and their mate will go off on their own. Alone.”
“I wouldn’t have asked to make my family immortal,” Draco scowled. “But they are my family now, and I will protect them. If you will not respect that, I’m not sure why I would want to be with you.”
“Of course I respect that,” Harry said, looking offended. “Who am I to take someone away from a family that actually cares about them,” he added bitterly.
“Was your life really so bad?” Draco asked quietly, suddenly feeling a need to comfort the boy before him.
“Yes,” Harry smiled sadly. “Fine, Draco, I will protect your family. Including my own father,” he scowled. “But I will inform him of his paternal status my own way and I will require a favor from Lucius.”
“Alright,” Draco said slowly with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Harry smiled, “I’m actually rather sure he’ll enjoy it.”
There were a few moments of silence before Harry opened his mouth to speak again, looking apprehensive, “So, may I assume you will not reject me?”
“No,” Draco said slowly, “but I need to know more about how being your mate will work. What is expected and such; I’m not prepared to make such a decision right now, either.”
“Even though this would essentially be a soul mate bond?” Harry asked quietly.
“I’m not just going to give in to what you want, Harry,” Draco smirked, suddenly feeling a bit mischeivious. “You should know that by now.”
Harry gave Draco a slightly exasperated smile before beginning to explain, grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him down to sit on the couch next to him.
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