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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53264 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 13: Welcoming Lucius Malfoy
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Harry took a moment to stare at his mate, he looked so gorgeous! Lucius was wearing tight fitting, black pants which made Harry want to just stare at his dominant's arse, a crisp white shirt beneath a waistcoat made of a beautiful, shimmering silvery fabric, that hugged his broad chest perfectly and enhanced every muscle without making him look bulgy, and over it all a long, black cloak with silver clasps, whilst his mating mark was hidden under a pair of expensive looking dragon hide gloves. The picture was perfectly finished off by the famous snake cane in the aristocrats hand; the man just looked incomplete without it at Privet Drive.
Sadly, his happy drooling was interrupted when the others realized who had just stepped into their kitchen:
"Malfoy!" Sirius hissed and pulled out his wand and jumped up, quickly followed by Remus and Arthur followed them with a muttered Death Eater!
Lucius merely lifted his trademark eyebrow, no expression whatsoever on his handsome face.
"How did you get in here?" Sirius snarled, his eyes flashing.
Harry watched a small smirk form on the corners of Lucius' lips, as his mate said smoothly:
"I was invited by your new leader."
"Don't make me laugh Lucius, Harry would never invite scum like you," Sirius laughed and Harry quickly squashed the rising growl in his chest. He had known that it would not be easy to convince the order of Lucius’ loyalty, but he had not expected that they would instantly jump up ready to duel the man.
"You are a filthy liar Lucius Malfoy," Molly said and glared at the man. "Your whole family has always been."
"Why do you not ask the boy before you start attacking me? Maybe I am telling the truth?" Lucius suggested, not changing his relaxed posture, straight, but slightly leaning on his cane.
"We don't have to ask him, everybody in this room knows that you are one of Voldemort's men, we were just never able to catch you!" Tonks growled.
"Ah yes, you are working as an Auror, Ms. Tonks," Lucius commented without putting any feeling behind his velvet sounding words.
A shiver went down Harry’s spine at the deep purr of his mate and he barely restrained a moan in front of everybody. After their forced separation, the few hours yesterday had obviously not been enough to satisfy his submissive instincts.
"Well, whether I was a Death Eater or not, is of no concern right now, because as you said, the Ministry was never been able to prove their accusations."
"I have had enough of your foul talk," Sirius snapped and pointed his wand at Lucius, who still hadn't pull his own wand or even stepped out of the way, before flicking it.
Harry reacted instinctively and quickly; pulling his own wand from his pocket he shouted:
"Protego!" Sirius’ red curse reflected off his shield and crashed into the ceiling, making dust and stones particles rain down on them.
"Enough!" Harry snapped. "Please sit back down and I will explain everything."
Sirius stared at him in utter shock and confusion; so did everyone else, even Dumbledore. The headmaster blinked in surprise, but to Harry’s relief a small smile started to stretch the headmasters lips and his eyes started to twinkle even more. Well, maybe he should not be surprised, Dumbledore had always been different and ready to hand out second chances.
"Man, don't tell me that the prick is telling the truth," Ron whispered into his ear, one hand in front of his mouth so as to stop his words from being heard, but Harry knew that neither Lucius, nor Snape had missed anything. He didn't answer Ron but only glared at the witches and Wizards in front of him until they had finally seated themselves and the low muttering had died down.
"When Professor Snape apparated me to Privet Drive we not only bought Nagini with us accidentally but also Lucius as he had grabbed my cloak as well," he started his story, but was immediately interrupted by Ginny:
"Lucius? You call him by his first name?" The girl asked incredulous.
"I do," Harry affirmed and waited another moment, until the second surge of whispering and muttering had calmed down.
"We immediately bound Lucius and Snape explained a ritual to me, which would not only keep the Blood Wards after the death of my relatives stable, but also bind the man temporarily to me. We obviously could not just let him go, unless we wanted a whole horde of Death Eaters at my house."
"So he is a Death Eater!" Tonks exclaimed victoriously.
"He was a Death Eater," Harry corrected. "Now he is my spy within Voldemort's ranks and the Ministry."
"Harry, are you sure he is trust worthy?" Remus asked calmly.
Harry smiled thankfully at one of the few people who asked first and shouted later.
"I am."
Ron snorted next to him and Hermione asked with a frown: "Why?"
"Because we reached an understanding. Some things can even make the most loyal follower betray his master; besides, he is still bound to me. Not as tightly as before, but he is," Harry described his mating bond to the aristocrat.
Looking around, he saw many attendants frown. They all knew that he had referred to the murder of Lucius' wife and son. It seemed, he had chosen the right words, as they started to consider.
"But is it enough to invite him directly into the Order?" McGonagall asked.
Not hesitating a moment, he turned to his Head of House: "He has proven that he is trustworthy to me, which should be enough for now. Neither of you trusted Professor Snape in the beginning and many of you still have doubts, but Albus’ words were enough; this is the same, only with two other people."
"But Dumbledore was already much older and wiser back then," Kingsley argued.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and all eyes fixed on him: "Harry is right, he is the leader now and he has my full support. If he says, that Lucius has proven his loyalty to him, I will support and trust him in his decision."
"I think you are right, Albus," Arthur said calmly. "We accepted Harry as our leader and should treat him like it. Furthermore, we have many eyes in the ministry, but Malfoy has different contacts than Tonks and Kingsley or even I have, he could be a great help."
"You are all foolish! A Death Eater never changes!" Moody grunted, glaring first at Lucius and then at Snape.
"I will not say that your concerns are without any reason. All I ask of you is to give him a chance, because as Arthur said, he can be of great use to the Order," Harry spoke up again.
"But Harry, do you really want to..." George started and his brother took over:
"...have him constantly around?"
In unison they said: "He is a Malfoy after all and Malfoy’s are all huge prats!"
Harry had to smirk; the twins had a way of insulting his dominant that could not make him seriously angry, maybe because he knew that they would give the nobleman a chance regardless of what the others would say.
"Yeah well, I survived two weeks with him and Snape locked up in one house and I even had to go shopping at a muggle grocery store with them!" He smirked.
At this comment, even Sirius had to snort.
"Ok Harry, we will accept him for now," Remus said and pulled Sirius back onto his chair; he glared at his friend but didn't argue. Harry somehow had the slight feeling that Sirius would only be the dominant in their relationship when it concerned the bedroom, but not on many other occasions.
Turning back to the group, he waited for any confirmation or disapproval.
"Well, I still think it is a stupid idea to take him in, but I promised to support you," Ron huffed and Hermione nodded: "I am sceptical as well and," she turned and glared to Lucius, who was unimpressed, "I will have an eye on you, but I agree as well."
One after the other they all slowly agreed, only Ginny would not be persuaded.
"I will not agree with you on this one," she said as if it was important to him what she thought.
"Than let’s proceed," Harry said and then remembered that he had no idea how to add a new member to the order and turned questioningly to Dumbledore, who smiled kindly:
"In the past we had no real contract for members, but since the incident with Peter you have to perform a mild binding contract. It will prevent him giving any information away."
"But how can Snape work with this kind of contract?" Harry asked, knowing that his father had to give Voldemort at least some information to continue as a double agent.
"Severus has a different contract. He can tell anything, unless you order him clearly not to talk about certain matters," Dumbledore explained.
"So, how do I perform the contract?" Harry asked again.
"Touch the chest of the new member above his heart with your wand, but there can be no robe in the way, you have to touch the bare skin."
Harry nodded and motioned to Lucius to come over, who wordlessly obliged and unbuttoned first his silver waistcoat and then the white button down, exposing his muscled chest. Harry’s eyes started to roam his mate’s torso, but he quickly caught himself and pulled his wand out, laying the tip over Lucius heart.
"Now say: I, Harry Severus James Potter confirm you, Lucius Capricornius Malfoy, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix. You will hold our secrets and dedicate your life to the fight against the rising darkness," Dumbledore explained.
Harry nodded and repeated: "I, Harry Severus James Potter confirm you, Lucius Capricornius Malfoy, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix. You will hold our secrets and dedicate your life to the fight against the rising darkness." He felt a connection form between him and Lucius, but the feeling disappeared again quickly and he took his wand away, looking up into the silver-red eyes of his mate for a moment. Lucius didn't respond in any way, he did not smirk, or nod, but his eyes shone with pride and the one feeling Harry still didn't want to name.
Lucius stepped back and went over to Snape.
"So, whoever wants to join as well can now come forwards," he announced and as he had expected, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny instantly stood up.
"Oh no! It is agreed that no one under the age of seventeen is allowed into the order!" Molly protested.
Harry saw his father and mate raise an eyebrow; sometimes you would think that these two men were related, with their stoic masks and the raising of their brows.
"I never agreed to that and I believe that we need more members at Hogwarts," Harry explained calmly. Slowly, Molly was getting on his nerves with her constant protesting, not even Sirius was that bad.
"We already have five teachers at Hogwarts!" She argued.
"Right now we have no members within the student body, but with Hermione, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny we will cover three years."
"There is no need to cover three years!"
"There is. Many Death Eater children are attending Hogwarts; even though they are not in his ranks until they have turned seventeen, they will still pick up on many things their parents discuss or even tell them, that is why we need more ears within Hogwarts. And don't forget that we have many Muggleborns who might need to be informed when Voldemort plans a huge attack," he countered.
"We can do that as well," Molly argued.
"I know, but my decision is not only a matter of need, it is one of fairness as well. Ron, Fred, George and Ginny are in as much danger as you and Arthur are, only because they are your children, but until now they were unaware about what is going on because they were not allowed to take part in the Order meetings and that endangers them even more," Harry turned to his friends, ending the conversation; no one would take him serious if he argued for hours about every little detail.
He gave them a sign and Ron was the first in the line. The redhead pulled his shirt over his head and Harry started to repeat the contract words. It was a wonder that no one had picked up on the addition to his name still, but apparently, they were all too distracted right now.
The nomination of Ron and his brothers went by quickly and smoothly, but when Hermione stepped in front of him blushing and started to open the first button of her blouse he wanted to hand his wand over to a female member and hide somewhere in embarrassment.
To his relief Hermione only had to open her upper three buttons and Harry could lay his wand just on the patch of bare skin above her bra. He said the incantation much faster than he had done before and was relieved when the bushy haired girl stepped to the side and started to redo her blouse.
His relief was short lived as Ginny stepped in front of him, mirroring her brother and pulling her shirt over her head, all the while batting her lashes.
In the background he saw Lucius glaring and quietly baring his fangs, his dominant seemed quite possessive and Harry got the feeling that the last week at Grimmauld Place would be much more complicated than he had previously thought.
Laying his wand on Ginny’s chest, he focused his eyes on a spot on her shoulder and said:
"I, Harry Severus James Potter confirm you, Ginevra Weasley, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix. You will hold our secrets and dedicate your life to the fight against the rising darkness."
Ginny beamed up at him, and to his shock stepped forwards to hug him and whispered in his ears: "I am so happy to finally be yours."
Her breast pressed uncomfortably against his chest and he could smell her thickly sweet perfume. It felt so wrong, he just wanted to shove her off, but his body had frozen.
When his mind had recovered and she had already let go of him and sat back down in her seat her words registered. A very audible, at least to him, growl and the heavy scent of rage came from Lucius’ direction.
Harry hastily cleared his throat: "If there aren't any other questions, I will end the meeting for today." Looking around, he saw that everybody was shaking their heads. "Thank you all for coming to this meeting on such a short notice," and with that, chattering started and everybody stood up.
Harry watched as every order member slowly left the kitchen, until only Lucius, Snape, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore and the Weasley’s remained.
They sat around the table; no one daring to speak. Harry, who had felt very confident only minutes ago, now felt very insecure. Molly was still silently glaring at him and Sirius looked as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know what exactly or how he should phrase it. The thought of Sirius being disappointed with him, or believing him crazy let him shrink in his seat and stare at the wooden table top. He had done what he thought was right, now was the moment where he would face the consequences. He knew that Remus had practically shut his godfather up and that Sirius would not have criticized him in front of the entire order, but they were mostly gone now.
Harry's nervousness grew even further when Sirius remained silent and it was Dumbledore who finally spoke up first:
"You have done very well Harry. I myself could not have done better and I am proud of you. It is no easy task to forgive and give second chances, but you once again proved the greatness of your heart.
Harry smiled softly, the praise of the wise wizard meant a lot to him: "Thank you Albus."
The wizened man turned to the Malfoy-Lord and told him: "I am afraid, you will learn that even most wizards and witches from the Light Side are not very forgiving. It will not be an easy time for you. Severus has now been working for me going on eleven years and he still is not fully trusted."
Lucius nodded curtly: "I am sure that I will be able to handle the distrust."
Harry saw his guardians and the Weasley’s frown at the mention of eleven years, they still didn't know about his true age and were thus, still under the influence of Dumbledore’s Dark Ritual, thinking that Harry was already fifteen, which would mean that Snape has been working for Dumbledore for fourteen years already. Harry had to admit that he was impressed at how thorough the ritual was, it affected all information that was connected to his age.
"Where do I stay?" Lucius asked then and stood up in a fluid movement.
"We have no free room," Molly huffed, clearly not happy with the idea that a Malfoy would live in the same house as her children.
"Molly," Arthur reprimanded her, much nicer than Harry would have done at that moment. "Lucius is now a member of the Order, whether you like it or not, and he has a right to stay here like everybody else."
Molly threw her husband a glare as well, but gave in with a huff: "Maybe the attic, if you can convince Kreacher to clean up there."
"I will show you the way," Harry said and stood up, hoping of some private time with his gorgeous dominant; but to his dismay his over protective friends followed close.
"We will accompany you, just to be safe," Ron explained with a fierce glare at Lucius.
"I can promise you, Mr. Weasley, there is no need to worry about Mr. Potter. I did not kill him during our time at his home..." Lucius pronounced the word home with more distaste than he had ever done before "...where it would have been much easier than at the Headquarters of your little army."
"Well, we would rather be safe than sorry," Hermione replied coldly and motioned for Harry to go ahead. He rolled his eyes; it seemed he would need luck to get some alone time with Lucius.
"I will go to my room as well," Snape said, giving him a look that clearly said that it was his turn to come to him if he wished to talk.
Nodding shortly, he led the way upstairs. He could feel Lucius eyeing the dingy house, with its dirty carpets, grey walls, worn down sofas and dusty shelves.
"As I understand, Black owns a House Elf," Lucius commented, but Harry nodded anyway.
"So tell me Harry, why is this place so dirty?"
"Because Kreacher refuses to work for any of us and many rooms are still cursed. Your in-laws were a very special bunch," Harry explained dryly.
"Former in-laws," Lucius corrected him. "and I already knew the last part. The Blacks have lost their sense of grandeur a long time ago."
"Yeah and the Malfoy’s haven't," Ron snorted.
"Indeed, Mr. Weasley. You will not find any cursed room or shrunken heads at my home."
"But your minds are as rotten as theirs was," the redhead muttered.
"Ron, please. Don't make this any harder," Harry turned around and glared at his friend; he really didn't want his mate to leave the headquarters after barely an hour, only because his friend didn't know how to behave politely.
Ron huffed, but fell silent.
"Maybe I should try and set this House Elf straight?" Lucius asked nonchalantly.
Harry saw Hermione open her mouth; surely about to say something about House Elf rights (she had this thing since she had met Dobby and Kreacher) and hastily said:
"You can try it. If there is somebody he will listen to, then it's you."
Hermione threw him a scandalised look, but he ignored her.
"What was his name again?" Lucius asked.
"Kreacher!" he called and the filthy creature appeared with a loud sound in front of them.
Lucius wrinkled his nose as he eyed the dirty pillowcase which Kreacher wore and his greasy hair.
"Mudbloods and Bloodtraitors," muttered the elf, not noticing the Malfoy-Lord.
"Elf!" Lucius snapped. Kreacher went rigid, turned and stared with huge, watery eyes at the aristocrat.
"Explain to me why you have neglected the home of your honourable family so much?" Lucius demanded.
"Only worthless scum is living now here, Master Lucius Malfoy, Sir," Kreacher squirmed.
"So you took the liberty to neglect your work?"
Kreacher wanted to say something, but Lucius did not let him speak: "You are a House Elf, your duty is to follow orders and to keep the house of your master clean, regardless of your opinion of him and not to make your own decisions."
"Please forgive stupid Kreacher, Sir! Kreacher will do everything honourable Master demands to please him!" The Elf whined, clearly devastated.
Ron gave a choking noise at Kreacher's sudden humbleness and Harry wrinkled his nose in disdain, only Hermione looked as if she felt pity for the elf and glared at Lucius.
"Go and clean the attic and prepare me a bed there. When you are finished start with the rest of the house and do not stop unless you are finished," his mate ordered and Kreacher bowed deeply and popped out of the room.
"What a disgrace for a House Elf," Lucius muttered and turned back to Harry. "Shall we continue on our way?"
"Stuck up bastard," Ron muttered, too silent for human ears to hear, but Harry of course did.
"Yeah, let's go upstairs," Harry agreed, thinking it would be best to separate his friends and his mate soon. He climbed up the first flight of stairs and pointed at a door to the left when they had reached the first floor
"This is my room. I share it with Mione and Ron," he explained, so that Lucius would be able to find him and be warned that he would most likely not be alone in there.
"You share a room?" Lucius asked smoothly, but Harry could hear the disapproving undertone in his voice; was Lucius suspicious of Ron or Hermione? His dominant really was possessive.
"I do, we don’t have much space here," He answered and went on. As they reached the second floor he pointed to the second door on the left: "This is Snape's room, just in case you would like to visit him, but he mostly spends his time down in the Potions Lab."
"Nothing new then," Lucius mused and they continued up the last staircase. The temperature got colder with every step, but luckily it would not affect Lucius more than it affected him since his change. Up on the small landing he pushed the wooden door open, which swung inwards with a dissonant sound.
"Maybe you should share a room with Snape," Harry said as he eyed the attic. It was even dustier in here. Huge cobwebs hung in every corner and the windows seemed to not close correctly. Ron looked frightened and even Hermione was obviously disgusted by all the dirt.
"It will be fine as soon as Kreacher has finished cleaning," Lucius drawled, eying the small House Elf, who was already eagerly packing things into huge boxes and apparating them away, probably to the basement.
"Are you sure, Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione asked carefully.
"I appreciate your concern Miss Granger, but opposed to common belief, I can very well handle living arrangements which do not stand up to my usual standards," Lucius answered politely.
Harry could barely suppress the snort, remembering how hard a time his mate had had at his muggle home. He was sure that he never had to cope with less than the highest standard before this summer, but as the noble man had somehow survived the two weeks, he supposed that his words were not a complete lie, just a very far stretch of the truth. Then again, these were the tiny things he had started to love about his mate. The man was unbelievably intelligent and combined with his Slytherin character he had no problems to bend the truth to his advantage.
"The bathroom is on the second floor and we all have to share it, but you are an early riser, so I don’t think you will have any problems," Harry explained and watched as Lucius wrinkled his nose. "If you are hungry or thirsty, just grab something from the kitchen," Harry added for their benefit of pretence and then shuffled nervously with his feet; he didn't want to leave already.
"Harry?" Hermione asked pointedly and he sighed in defeat. He really had no reason to stay in the attic any longer, at least not as long as his friends stood in the doorway, eyeing him and his mate sceptically. Oh, how he wanted to stay for a bit longer. The need to touch his mate had only grown stronger since the man had stepped into Sirius' kitchen and would surely not just disappear. "Well...I will go back to my room then; just knock if you need anything else," he finally said.
"Very well," Lucius drawled and took a couple of shrunken trunks from his pocket, enlarging them with a flick of his wand.
"Yeah, you don't need your standards," Ron snorted and Harry had to agree, that the eight trunks were a contrast to Lucius’ earlier words.
"I can assure you Mr Weasley, that there would be no room in this house for even one of us if I had brought my whole wardrobe," Lucius sneered.
Giving his mate a final look, Harry turned and left the attic with his friends, neither of them commenting on the spoiled aristocrat. They were silent on their way down, everyone deep in their own thoughts. Much had changed this afternoon and Ron and Hermione surely needed time to process everything as well.
It was already dark outside, but Harry knew that his day at least, was not yet over. Now he would have to face his friend’s questions about Lucius and then he would go and find Snape and after that there was still Remus and Sirius, who surely had their own questions as well.
Halting with his hand on the doorknob to their room, he came to the conclusion that he could at least answer Ron, Hermione, Sirius and Remus' questions at the same time; they would likely be very similar.
So he turned and proposed: "Let's go to Padfoot and Remi. They will want some answers as well."
Hermione smiled at him: "You know us too well, Harry," she said fondly and turned around.
His guardians’ rooms were at the end of the hall on the right side. He was just about to knock when Ron stopped him:
"Man, wait! What if we disturb them?"
Harry frowned at him; he did not know what his friend wanted to say him: "What do you mean?"
"What if they are busy doing stuff...you know...after you told Sirius that he is Remus’ mate," Ron whispered.
Hermione rolled his eyes: "I am sure that they are not doing stuff right now. Harry had only told Sirius today and they will likely date first. Even with magical creatures it will not be that different from the way two normal wizards would start their relationship. Besides, they are most likely waiting for Harry after his little surprise this afternoon."
Harry prayed to which ever god would listen, that she would never find out how his mating had been. He had never regretted that fate had bound him to Lucius and he had even enjoyed their first time; regardless of the shock his mate had given him in the begining when Lucius had pushed him roughly onto the mattress and had started to rip his boxers from his body, but his instincts had kicked in quickly and now it was one of his favourite memories. A blush crept up his neck as he thought about their first night and all the other encounters they had had since then.
"Harry, man? Are you still with us?" suddenly a hand waved in front of his face and he blinked a few times to get back to reality
"I really don't think that they are going at it right now," he replied drily and knocked. His friend did not look convinced and he would have told him that he could not hear any moaning from inside the room, but that would have disturbed Ron more, so he waited patiently as one of his guardians approached the door and finally opened it.
"Harry," Remus greeted him with a soft smile.
"Hey Moony, can we come in? I thought that you and Sirius might want to talk to me..." he asked quietly.
"Sure Harry, we had hoped that you would come by. Sirius is a bit unsure since you reprimanded him over his treatment of Snape, so he did not want to search for you. He will be relieved to see you."
Harry nodded and realized only then what his harsh words had done to his godfather. Sirius was a big child and he truly had wanted him to be a bit nicer to his father, but he had not wanted to alienate him.
Remus stepped aside and they entered the small bedroom. It was very cramped in here, with Remus' love of books and Sirius’ tendency to scatter his clothes everywhere; Harry had to be careful not to stumble over anything. His godfather sat with a dark expression on one of the single beds and his face only lightened up slightly when he saw Harry.
"Can we sit down somewhere?" Hermione asked, looking around with furrowed eyebrows.
"You can sit down on my bed," Remus said and pointed to the bed opposite from Sirius'.
"I really had expected that you would be a more organized person," Hermione mumbled as she sat down.
"Well, I normally am not this messy, but it is difficult to keep the order with so little space," Remus smiled.
Harry tiptoed over to the bed as well and sat down next to his bushy haired friend. Ron joined them quickly and Harry waited for Remus or Sirius to say whatever they wanted to get from their chests, or to ask the first question. When he realized that both men were waiting for him to begin, he decided to clear another matter first:
"Sirius, because I was not happy with your behaviour once, doesn't mean that you can’t be your normal self around me. I know that you are a big child and a prankster at heart and I love you for it. I only wanted you to realize that you went too far back then."
Sirius finally looked up, with relief written in his eyes: "I was afraid that you would not want me as your godfather anymore."
Harry smiled back: "Of course I want you as my godfather; you are the best godfather I could have wished for!"
A single tear left Sirius’ eyes and Harry stood up and went over to hug the animagus. Sirius pulled him tightly against his chest, hugging him back. Harry laid his head against his godfather’s shoulder and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of love. The question whether he would ever reach this level of trust with Snape entered his mind, but he quickly shoved that thought to the side. Now he had to talk to his guardians and not to his father.
"You are awfully cold, pup!" Sirius commented as he finally let him go again. Before he could say anything, Sirius had dumped his thick comforter over his head and ordered: "Wrap it tightly around you and then tell me more about the two weeks with...Snape and Malfoy."
Harry did as told with a smile and then asked: "What do you want to know exactly?"
"Everything," was Sirius’ simple answer.
Harry lifted an eyebrow; he must have picked it up from one of the two Slytherin which meant that he had obviously spent too much time in their company.
"Well... The first evening and the day after it was a real hassle. I had to ensure the Blood Wards were strong with Snape's help and bound Lucius to me, because we surely had not reached our agreement at that point and Snape had to leave for a while to try and contact Dumbledore without Voldemort noticing anything."
"Snape left you alone with Malfoy?" Remus asked, not looking happy at all with that news.
"Yeah, he did, there was no other option. We had no owl and even if we had one with us, it would have been too dangerous and Voldemort has followers at the Ministry, so connecting the fireplace to the floo system was also risky," he explained and then added with a grin: "But I had an additional safety measure!"
Sirius grinned wickedly and Ron asked: "What did you do?"
"Well, Lucius already knew that he would not be able to leave the house and he would starve there if he killed me, but just in case, I bound our wrist together during the night so that I would wake up if he tried to sneak down into the kitchen and get a knife. I mean, you never can be sure with loyal Death Eaters whether they would be ready to sacrifice themselves for their Lord," he explained, his grin broadening.
"And his wand?" Hermione asked.
"Really, Hermione, you are always so clever. As if Snape would leave Harry alone with an armed Lucius Malfoy," Ron snickered.
"So, you survived the night and apparently the next few days as well," Sirius said and motioned for Harry to continue.
"Yeah, but to go shopping with Lucius Malfoy in a Muggle store was a real challenge."
Remus snickered.
"He muttered all the way about Pureblood superiority and the way muggles live, and on top of it all he was stared by nearly every woman and man we crossed on our way," Harry sighed.
"How disgusting! Who would stare at him?" Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Well, he isn’t bad on the eye if you don't know his character, which the muggles didn't" Hermione mused.
"Mione! You are going to give me nightmares!" Ron exclaimed and Sirius looked pained as well. Harry tried to see the positive sides of his mate being insulted by his friends and family: At least, they would not try to steal him.
"I made the mistake and asked him what he would like for lunch," Harry continued, the scene playing out in front of his eyes.
"What did he answer?" Remus asked curiously.
"Oysters," Harry said drily.
Ron nearly choked on his laughter.
"And did you make oysters for him?" Sirius asked innocently.
"Of course not! Back then he was still an arrogant prick and I didn't have enough money to cook such fancy food every day," Harry huffed.
"So, what did you cook in the end?" Sirius prodded.
"A chicken soup with noodles."
"And he didn't die because of common food-poisoning?" Hermione asked.
"Surprisingly he didn't," Harry chuckled. "Well...one or two days later I dragged him to muggle London."
"Why did you do that to yourself?" Sirius asked sternly.
"Because his only Death Eater robe started to smell and he could not change into any other clothes my relatives owned," Harry explained.
"Yeah, I remember your whale of an uncle from the summer before our second year..." Ron muttered.
"Dudley has gained his height and weight this summer," Harry informed him. "Believe me, it is not easy to find clothes for Lucius that fit him and were acceptable enough. The quality of the fabric was of course, always too substandard, but they had to at least resemble something a wizard would wear."
"Black trousers and white button downs?" Hermione asked, guessing correctly.
"Yeah, we found something at H&M," Harry told her.
She nodded and agreed: "They do have very small sizes."
"What is H&M?" Sirius asked curiously.
"A store for fashionable young muggles," Hermione explained.
Sirius looked interested. "Remi, we should go there, we are still young and fashionable as well," the animagus widened his eyes in a puppy-dog-eyes fashion, but Remus only said: "Let Harry finish his story."
"We had a very serious conversation in an ice cream parlour at the end of that day. He tried to ask me things about my private life and I told him off fairly harshly, but surprisingly after that we talked for real for the first time; and when we were back at Privet Drive, we had silently agreed on a truce."
"When did Snape show up again?" Hermione asked.
"On that day, before we went to London and two days later. He had connected a muggle floo illegally to my house to tell Lucius that Voldemort had killed Draco and Narcissa," Harry answered.
Sirius flinched at the mentioning of Voldemort's name but didn't complain.
"And that was the reason, why he changed to our side?" Remus asked reasonably.
Harry sighed; this part would be difficult, but he didn't want to hide more things from his friends and family than he had to, so he told them: "Not entirely. The night after our visit to London I had a nightmare. A really bad one," he mumbled.
Sirius eyed him worriedly as did Remus, but Ron only asked:
"Just so that I can follow...that was before Snape told Malfoy about his dead wife and son?"
"Yeah," Harry confirmed. "As I said, I had this really bad dream and because we slept...in the same room,..." Harry described their very intimate sleeping arrangement harmlessly, "...I woke him up. He actually woke me and calmed me down afterwards. I kind of had a breakdown then..." he mumbled shyly. "I told him everything I hate about my life and he promised that he would help me with the things I want to change."
"He did what?" Remus asked shocked and Sirius added: "Do you hate your life so much?"
Harry didn't answer for a long moment, not knowing what he could say so as not to hurt his godfather too much. Finally he spoke softly: "I never hated my entire life, but there were parts I was not happy with, but they are getting better now."
"Is that the reason why you took over the order today?" Remus asked.
Harry didn't know if the werewolf had used the words took over on purpose or just randomly, and as he searched for an answer in his face, he could not find any hint.
"Yes," he answered truthfully.
"I always warned him about hiding so much from Harry," Sirius muttered darkly.
"You did?" Harry asked in wonder.
"Of course I did. Did you think I would not notice how much you suffered under his secrecy?"
Harry blushed; he had obviously underestimated his godfather. He quickly changed the topic back to his story to avoid another argument:
"Snape was a real help from the beginning. He went to the solicitor for me and made him believe that he was my guardian so that I could get my heritage sorted out. It turned out that I was my relative’s only heir. Now I own their house, their money and their car."
Sirius grinned: "Then they were useful for something."
"Lucius said the same," Harry snickered and Sirius nearly fell off his bed in shock.
"That was mostly everything that has happened in the two weeks. We played a lot of chess and I had another nightmare but beside that, there was nothing interesting;" Harry finished his story abruptly, leaving all the really interesting events out.
"Well, that was quite a lot and you haven't even mentioned Nagini," Remus smiled.
"She really was no hassle at all, we were friends on our second day together," Harry told him.
"Yeah, that sounds about right I think, but Harry, Lucius Malfoy living here? In my house? How could you just invite him?" Sirius complained, but Harry could hear that he was not really angry, more annoyed.
"I don't think that he will stay for long, but he is working with me and Snape on solving a little problem, so it is easier this way," Harry explained truthfully.
"What little problem?" his godfather asked.
"Do you know about the Horcruxes?" He asked innocently.
Sirius and Remus’ expressions darkened: "Dumbledore indicated something about it, but back then he told us that it was still only an assumption."
"Well, it is not an assumption anymore, but we have come up with a possible solution; at least for the Horcruxes residing inside Nagini and myself."
"What? A Horcrux is residing in...?" Sirius gasped in shock and Harry got the distinct feeling that Dumbledore really hadn't told them much.
"Nagini and I," Harry affirmed again. "But we spent one week reading through books; Lucius’ library really came in handy and I found a book that gave us an indication as to what to do, but we didn't understand it until Nagini came to us with one of Dudley's golden necklaces."
Everybody looked very confused and Harry started to explain the whole story: "The book I found said something like: To pull out the impure you must use the purest of all kind and it was written in an Alchemy tomb."
"Of course," Remus said and Hermione nodded in understanding, whilst Ron and Sirius still looked confused, so Hermione explained: "Alchemy deals mostly with elements and the purest element is gold. You cannot use normal gold, naturally, because it is mixed with other metals to make it stronger, but Snape will know of a way to purify it."
"The prophecy that was made about me says, that: Either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives, but Snape says, that he will be able to draw the piece of soul out with gold and a connecting potion," Harry told them.
Sirius sighed: "That's good. Maybe I really was too harsh with Snivellus. He can be really useful."
"That was my point," Harry snorted.
"You really had two very eventful weeks," his godfather mused.
"I did," Harry agreed, with a small smile.
"I believe it is time to go down to dinner," Remus said with a look at his watch. They all stood up and left the room, but at the staircase Harry said: "You go ahead; I have to check on Nagini."
Hermione and Ron gave him a knowing look and he went to the second floor, as soon as they were out of earshot.
He strode down the dark corridor and had nearly reached Snape’s door when he heard a silent voice whispering: "Is that you, Harry?"
Harry smiled happily. "It's me," he answered, as silently as Lucius had done so that nobody but a vampire would be able to hear him. His mate’s long legs appeared at the top of the staircase and he quickly ran over. There would be less chance of anybody finding them hidden on the stairs to the attic.
"I thought it was your footsteps," Lucius greeted him with a smug smirk.
Harry’s heart was beating in anticipation by now, so he ignored the comment and wrapped his arms around Lucius, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Oh, how he had wanted to do this!
Lucius obliged happily and their lips and tongues met. Harry groaned happily into the kiss, feeling his body going limp under the talented administration. He felt his skin finally warming up again when a long fingered hand slid under the hem of his button down, gently stroking his lower back, whilst the other came up to his neck.
He shuddered, when a sharp claw glided down the sensitive skin and sliced it open on its way downwards. Drawing in a deep breath, his lungs filled with the intoxicating scent of his mate.
Lucius deepened the kiss further and Harry stood up on his tiptoes, trying to get better access to his mate. Without breaking the kiss, Lucius lifted him up into his strong arms and Harry’s legs automatically wrapping around Lucius’ strong body.
Harry broke the kiss then, bending down to nibble at his dominants neck. Lucius moaned silently, as he gave the vein on his throat a particular harsh nip.
"I am so happy that you are finally here," he mumbled, licking over the abused skin.
"Me too," Lucius whispered back, combing through his thick locks. Harry leaned into the touch and closed his eyes; he did not want to separate from his mate any time soon, but he would have to.
"Miss Granger and Mr Weasley are quite the nuisance; are you sure they are the best friends someone could ever wish for?" Lucius smirked.
Harry groaned: "They mean well."
"Well is not good enough and they were a hassle regardless of their motives," the aristocrat drawled.
"You are right," Harry admitted and gave Lucius another kiss on the corner of his lips.
"Where were you heading to?" Lucius asked, pushing his head gently but firmly down on his shoulder, so that he could rest for a moment.
"I was on my way to...what should I call him? To call him Snape feels wrong, but father or dad as well..." he asked, finally able to voice the question which was nagging at him since Snape’s appearance at the meeting.
"Call him Severus, he will understand that you cannot call him father right away," Lucius answered.
Harry nuzzled the shoulder in front of him, mumbling: "You always know the right thing to do. I wish I was as intelligent as you."
"You are as intelligent as I am; you only need more experience my little mate."
At the word little, Harry looked up: "Did Severus tell you...?"
"He did tell me about your age, but let’s talk about it another time, you should go to your father now," Lucius cut him off.
"Does it bother you?"
"I will not abandon you, Harry," Lucius said softly, pressing a kiss onto his hair.
That was neither a yes, nor a no, but Lucius had told him the important part, so it was enough for the moment.
His dominant let him down then and his face grew serious again: "Harry, do you know how the transformation into a vampire normally works?"
Harry shook his head.
"It is painful and I only did it for Severus because he wholeheartedly wants to be there for you and asked me to help him, otherwise, I would never have done it," Lucius said silently.
"How does it work?" Harry asked.
"I had to bite him and drain him within an inch of his life," Lucius explained.
Harry gasped in horror. Snape had gone through this torture for him?
"Then I had to feed him my blood. It prevented him from dying fully, but his body died slowly nonetheless, whilst his body transformed under agony. It was a long procedure, which took almost the entire night."
Harry swayed for a moment, nausea rising in his stomach. Lucius quickly picked him up again and pressed his head back down on his shoulder.
"I did not want to tell you about it at first, but you should realize what he has done for you last night," his mate murmured into his ear.
"I realize. I realized it already when he came into the kitchen this afternoon, but did not fully comprehend…," Harry sniffed, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
Lucius held him and stroked his back soothingly until he had calmed down again, then he was placed back on the ground.
"Go and visit him and if your worrisome friends let you go, come up to me tonight," Lucius said and gave him another soft kiss.
"I'll try," Harry promised, before going down again.
In front of Severus' door he hesitated only a moment, before knocking.
"Come in," came the immediate answer from inside.
He carefully pushed the door handle down and slowly opened the door, his heart racing, as if he was about to face Voldemort and not his Professor. Professor, that was a good title for Severus right now, because that would always be true. Remembering that Severus could probably smell his nervousness, he tried to calm down, but to no avail.
As he finally stepped into the room, he could not make out the man at first. The room was even darker than all the others in the gloomy house and Severus actually merged into the shadows with his black cloak.
"Please close the door," came a voice to his right and Harry noticed him at last. Closing the door behind him, he remained standing awkwardly on his spot, looking around curiously. He had never been in one of Severus’ private rooms and even though this was not his personal quarters, he imagined that the bedroom would still be more personal than his classroom or neat office at Hogwarts.
The first thing he noticed was the piles of books and the amounts of scrolls which covered every free surface, Harry suspected that it was due to the missing space and not the man’s tidiness.
The second thing he noticed was the small cauldron that simmered silently even in his sleeping quarters. Severus really lived for potions. He looked around for another minute, but could not find any more interesting things on the first sweep, so he looked over at the man, who had, until now, waited patiently for his inspection to end.
"Would you like to sit down?" Severus asked and pointed at a free chair across from him.
He nodded and strode slowly over, thinking about what he should say to the man, how he should express his feelings and shock about what Snape had done for him.
"I...you didn't need to transform for me...something smaller would have been enough," he mumbled as he sat down.
"No, it wouldn't have. You asked me to prove to you my sincerity and I wanted to do it properly, because you were right when you said that I have much to make up for. Besides, you are my twelve year old son, who will be a child for eternity, so you should have a father who will be able to be by your side for the same amount of time."
Harry gulped, he was touched by Severus words; more than he could ever admit at the moment, but his shaky voice was probably enough of an indicator as he mumbled: "Thank you."
Severus smiled at him softly, warmth filling those black and red orbs: "You are welcome Harry."
"So, how will we go about this?" Harry asked, waving between himself and Severus.
"There are quite a few things we have to consider," Severus told him.
"Which would be?"
"Firstly I believe we should get to know each other better. So I want to invite you to join me in my room or lab whenever you would like. You might even be able to see Lucius more often that way, because I can’t imagine that he will spend his time with anybody else besides you and me within the Order."
Harry nodded: "I would like that; if it doesn't bother you."
"I would not have invited you to do so if that were the case," Severus smiled and then added: "I am sure we will be able to find topics we both enjoy after we have spend some time together, after all, the ritual Lily used only affected your appearance and not your character."
"Unbelievable that you have managed to create a proper Gryffindor son," Harry snickered and then slapped his hands over his mouth, shocked by what he had just said.
To his relief Severus only smirked: "It is, isn't it?"
"Well, the sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin at first," Harry mused.
Severus blinked in surprise: "Really?"
"Yeah and I can even see why, but I didn't like to act on my few Slytherin tendencies, so it is better that I ended up in Gryffindor than in Slytherin." He watched Severus thinking for a moment, before the Potions Master said: "Your way to take over the Order was quite Slytherin like, I can see that."
"What else do we have to take into account?" Harry asked.
"I assume you have not yet spoken with your guardians?"
"No. I wanted to find out where we are at first," Harry affirmed.
"Where we are at?" Severus furrowed his brows.
"What kind of a relationship we will have, or if we will even have one," Harry admitted.
"Ah, well...I think that issue is settled and you can’t live on the base of false documents forever, so I would like to make our relationship official, but only if you agree to it. It will be another major change in your life" Severus said slowly.
Harry pondered the proposition for a moment. Severus was right, he could not continue like this; that counted in favour of his relationship to Severus, as well as for Lucius, but he really could not take his relationship with the aristocrat out into the public eye just yet, but wasn't it the same with Severus?
"What about your job as spy?" he asked.
"I would suggest that we tell your close friends and family first: Your guardians and the Weasley’s. I can name you my heir without the Ministry or Voldemort noticing it, because Gringotts conducts these things."
"Then I agree," Harry said.
Severus’ smile broadened a bit. "Good. When would you like to talk to your guardians?"
Harry chewed on his bottom lip: "I don't know. I would like to spend some time with you and Lucius tomorrow...maybe after dinner, when most of the order has gone to bed?"
"I think that will be early enough," agreed Severus. "So, how did your guardians take the Order meeting?"
Harry grinned: "Much better than the fact that a Malfoy is now residing here."
"I can imagine that," Severus snickered and it was a true, warm sound and not the cold, evil one he had used around Harry for the past four years.
"I really think that everything will just get better from now on," Harry mused suddenly. "I can decide how the Order should work now, Lucius is living here, I...have you now," he said the last part a bit hesitatingly and then added "and Sirius even admitted that you are useful."
The Potions Master’s eyebrows shot up.
"Unbelievable, right? But I told him about the Horcrux inside me earlier and that you are working on a solution to get the thing out of my body," Harry explained.
"As if I haven't saved you before that," Severus huffed.
"I know. You saved me in my first year and tried to help me in my third and after last term as well and now again," Harry mused, deep in thoughts.
"I did. But it was not for you back then. Not even when I started to help with the Horcrux and the Order, was for you in the beginning; but what I did last night, that was entirely for you."
Harry smiled, he really was grateful. "Lucius told me that it was very painful?" He asked, not knowing what exactly he wanted to know by asking.
"It was, but more not more than the thought that you might never accept me. That I have a son after all and that he might never want me as a father because of my own stupidity," Snape said softly.
Harry averted his eyes: "You know it didn't hurt when I changed. It was overwhelming, but nothing more."
"I think that was due to Voldemort's curse as a trigger, or even more likely to your parallel mating," Severus told him.
"Do you feel different about our mating since you know that you are my father? I mean...before, it didn't concern you in any way, but now..." Harry broke off, unsure if Severus already had those type of feelings for him.
"Yes, I feel different about your mating now. Before it didn't really bother me. Of course I tried to look out for you a bit, because you were- you are my student, but now I see the whole matter from a different angle. I do not only know that you are my son, I can smell it now. I can also smell how young you are and that you are mated to my best and much older friend. It is quite disturbing and my instincts waver between being happy for you that you have found your true soulmate, because every parent wishes that for his child, especially a non-human one; and wanting to rip Lucius’ head from his shoulders for touching you so early. Luckily the still rational thinking part of my mind supports the first tendency, knowing that Lucius didn't know your true age when you two mated."
Harry nodded in understanding, then he remembered something what Severus had just said and asked: "If you can smell that I am your son, why can't I smell that you are my father?"
Severus chuckled: "I believe my love for potions is to blame there. The scent of ingredients and potion fumes most likely cover my natural scent. I will buy new robes and clean them with a special soap, so that you will be able to smell our familial relation as well. It has helped me more than a bit and it lies in our new natures that we want to be aware of certain relations through our sense of smell."
Severus was right, a vampire’s mind worked different to a human’s and he would miss something if he couldn't smell his bond to Lucius. It would be nice to get the knowledge about him and Severus affirmed by his nose; it would probably feel more real then.
"Would you like to accompany me to Diagon Alley tomorrow? We could go together with Lucius and prevent him from murdering a Weasley?"
Harry grinned widely, that sounded like fun. "Sure. We could go directly after breakfast and conveniently miss supper."
Severus wrinkled his nose: "That is a good idea."
Something occurred to Harry then: "How do you eat? I mean, you are not Blood-mated?" Would Severus need to go around and kill people? He did not wish for his father to need to kill on a weekly basis. To his horror Severus face grew grave and he feared the worst, but what the man said only irritated him:
"I do not know what to eat or drink yet."
Harry stared at him in confusion, when Severus bared his left arm and turned it, so that he could see the faded mark on the underside of his wrist. Examining it, Harry noticed that he recognized the two symbols there, which had melded into one.
"That is your and mum's family crest," He whispered.
"It is. Apparently we were soul mates as well and would have become blood mates if she did not die so early, but that for me means that I get no nutrition from normal human blood, like you do not get any sustenance from it either."
Harry’s eyes widened in horror. Would that mean that Severus would starve within weeks or month? Could vampires actually starve? He did not believed so, but they probably would fall into an unconscious, drained state. That couldn't happen, not after he had just accepted the man as his father, or was at least in the process of accepting him.
"What will you do?" He asked, worry thick in his voice.
"I have not counted on this and I will understand if you do not want to help me..."
Harry cut the man off quickly: "I will, just tell me what I have to do!"
Severus sighed: "I believe that you, as not only my, but also as Lily's son, will be able to sustain me. Your blood will most likely do as a substitute."
The reaction of Lucius drinking his blood sprung to his mind and he blushed.
"It will not have any of those effects on you," Severus huffed and Harry sighed in relief.
"Ok...then the problem is solved," he grinned.
"I will talk to Lucius then, because you will need more blood from him than before."
"Do you need blood now?" Harry asked carefully.
Severus shook his head: "No, currently the magic and life force in Lucius’ blood is still sustaining me, it will be enough for the next few days. I will come to you when I start to feel hungry."
Harry glanced at the clock above Severus’ door and said: "I should go now, before Ron and Hermione get worried."
Severus snorted. "They will see us tomorrow then," he said and rose to his feet.
Harry stood up as well and looked a bit awkward at the man. Should he hug him? He did not feel ready for that, so in the end he only waved at him and smiled, saying: "Good night," before leaving the room and going downstairs on his own.
"Harry, that was the third meal you have missed today!" Hermione greeted him as he closed the door behind him.
"Severus had sandwiches prepared, I think he knew that I would come and visit him," he lied smoothly. Maybe he would feel bad about all the lies concerning his meals if he really was on a crazy diet, but as it was, he drank enough.
"Oh...good. I was already getting worried," Hermione said and grabbed her nightshirt, before leaving for the bathroom.
Harry sighed: "You would think now that I actually have a father, she would stop mothering me."
"Snape doesn't make the impression of a prime example for a good parent," Ron replied dryly.
"No, he will never be a typical father, but that doesn't mean that he will be a bad one either," Harry defended the man.
"You know more about him than I or Hermione, but I really can't imagine him as your father," Ron said, starting to change as well.
Harry went over to his own bed, quickly changing at vampire speed, before Ron could turn around again and said: "I actually can...or I am starting to..."
"So, your talk went well?" Ron inquired, as the door opened and Hermione came back in again.
"Yeah, it did. We talked for quite a while and he invited me to go with him to Diagon Alley tomorrow after breakfast," Harry smiled.
"He did?" Hermione asked, crawling under her comforter.
"Yes, he said he needs new robes and asked if I wanted to accompany him," he explained.
"Maybe you can talk him into some other colours than black," Ron snickered.
Harry snickered as well, imagining Severus in an outfit of red and gold.
"I doubt he will succeed," said Hermione, frowning. "But maybe you can persuade him to at least wear a white button down under his black robe."
"I don't think so, he can be quite thick headed," Harry replied.
"At least we now know where this bad character trait of yours has come from," Ron commented.
"Sirius once told me that my mother could be rather stubborn herself," Harry laughed, thinking that there had been no way for him to not end up stubborn himself.
"It is still hard to imagine your mum with Professor Snape, isn't it?" Hermione asked.
Harry sighed: "It is hard to imagine her at all. I know so little about her. Sirius and Remus mostly tell me about James. I think they didn't know her very well themselves, after all, James married her very abruptly to help her and not because they had been dating for two years or something like that."
"You could ask Snape to tell you more about her, he seemed to know her very well," Hermione suggested.
"Maybe I will at some point, but for now I want to get to know him better," Harry answered.
"Do you think, he will treat you better in potions now?" Ron asked, sounding honestly interested in the answer.
Harry thought about it for a moment; the question had never come to mind. "I think he will treat me more fairly, but that doesn't mean that he will suddenly transform into a Gryffindor- fan and he will surely not give me better marks than I deserve."
"That sucks," Ron grumbled and turned the light off. "Sleep well, man and you too, Mione," the redhead added, already sounding half asleep.
"Good night," Harry said, lifting his blanket for a moment to let Nagini slither underneath it.
"Good night," Hermione echoed.
He laid in the darkness for about half an hour, until his friends breathing had evened out. Then slowly, he climbed out of bed. He still wanted to visit Lucius, but as soon as his feet touched the ground Hermione's tired voice asked him: "Where are you going, Harry?"
Harry froze; he really was unlucky today. His mind worked quickly to come up with a logical explanation: "I just wanted to get a pair of trunks, I feel a little cold."
Feeling quite annoyed, he walked over to his closet and pulled a pair out, before climbing back into bed again, promising himself that he would visit his mate in the morning at least.
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