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You Complete Me	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 32226 -:- Recommendations : 9 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
{Telepathic bond speaks between Harry and Tom}
{Parasaltongue}
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Harry sat in potions watching Snape, his professor and could not help but notice that there was something different about the older man. As a matter of fact, for the past couple of weeks, the Dark Lord’s most trusted potion master, Severus Snape have been acting strangely. First, he missed a few lectures and canceled classes with the excuse of being ill. Harry called bullshit when he saw it and heard it. Severus Snape would never miss out on the opportunity to put the fear of Merlin, in his students, sick or not.
Second, after careful observation the poised and well-dressed professor seemed unfocused and a bit unkempt. Evidenced by his dark circles under his eyes which showed he was not sleeping. If Harry was not mistaken, two days ago, his eyes, were puffy and red that showed he might have been crying. Two things a simply glamor would have hidden. Other students might not have noticed, but Harry did, he also observed Severus playing with the ring on his finger when he thought that no one was watching him. Harry wondered when Charlie had the time to propose marriage? Harry is confident his brother would have spoken to him about it first.
There are a few packs whose Alphas’ require that their pack members present their chosen mate or partner and ask for the permission to marry into the pack. However, Harry’s certain that his wolves are mature enough to discern if their chosen lover would be a threat. Harry do not have a lot of rules in his pack, but there’s one rule that must be followed by every member if his pack. And that is Harry must give his blessing to change a human into a werewolf. There are too many dangers that could go wrong if a mate is turned without the knowledge of the Alpha.
Now looking at Snape and his stressed out appearance, Harry suspects it had nothing to do with a marriage proposal, and it was something deeper and could be more troublesome for Harry in the end. But if Charlie were planning to ask Severus to marry him and ultimately turn him into a werewolf, Harry would not stop his oldest brother. Harry smiled at the prospect of seeing the controlled and poised Severus Snape bowing to him and asking for his approval.
How long should I string him along before I finally say yes?
Harry put that thought in the back of his mind and made a mental to-do list, to send a message to check and confirm with Charlie on the status of his relationship with the professor. But in all honesty, Harry did not care, the only thing that mattered was keeping his brother’s heart from being broken. He would give his loyal and trusted wolves the world if they asked it of him. As long as their relationship did not threaten his and Tom’s plans in the future.
Tom is such a bloody tease.
With Tom, letting go of a bit of his usual restraint by flirting with Harry leaving him wound tight. Their conversations usually start out with business and turns suggestive before the night’s over, leave Harry gasping for breath and jerking off before going to bed. Who knew the well poised Dark Lord could be so deliciously naughty when the need strikes.
Charlie, Bill, and the Twins have stuck with him through it all. They gave up their jobs they have studied and worked hard and have achieved their own personal goals and worth in the Wizarding World. They have turned their backs on the light be at his side. And in the end, they gave up their blood to become his brothers, to continue to protect and defend him. Harry was as loyal to them as they are to him.
A cheerful feeling overcame Harry, three more days to go for winter break and he will be able to see his brother’s and most of all be in his lover's arms. Since their talk a couple of months when Tom surprised Harry on his trip to Hogsmead they have grown a lot closer. They have often spoken by using their telepathic link and the two-way mirror in regards to their relationship built on trust for each other.
During the past couple of months, Tom sent him small tokens of appreciation that could be considered as love, that put a pleasant smile on his face. Tom had a certain way to make Harry feel special; he'd never had someone treat him with such care like a delicate flower.
I guess there is much to be said about age and experience when it comes to love.
Harry smirked, thinking about the reaction's on Dumbledore and especially Ginny’s face whenever an owl or an eagle would drop a parcel in front of him in the Great Hall during breakfast or dinner. To add insult to injury, Harry would sometimes read, his letter’s loud enough to see the sad and depressed expression on Ginny’s face. What no one other than his friends knew was that the words were fabricated because his letters were written in Parseltongue.
However, there are times Tom would write a short but erotic poem or letter that would send shiver’s down his spine and would often make Harry blush bright red. Neville, Seamus, and Luna even Draco, have begun teasing him about how love struck he had become, which made Harry blush even brighter if that was possible.
Being with Tom opened Harry’s eyes as to how much he needed to mature magically and mentally. Harry have started to understand that he to think before he act, to listen and not judge so quickly. Harry want to be the partner that Tom needed and can definitely depend on. Harry does not want his age to define him, but rather his actions.
Because Tom has done so much for him in the short time, they have been together. As a surprise, Harry, asked Draco teach him, French. Harry wants to surprise Tom and at the same time express his feelings for his older lover in a language of love. Harry's skin prickled as he thought of the words he desires to utter to his lover. Thinking of surprises, Tom still refused to tell him what his surprise for Harry was only to say that he will love it.
When Harry had, approached Tom with the plan of them working together to bring down Dumbledore and taking over the Wizarding world. He never expected to have such strong feelings for the older man. Harry looked down at his engagement ring on his finger and felt his cheeks heat up. He really was acting like a boy having his first crush.
If someone had told Harry that he would be fallen in love with Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as the Dark Lord, he would have cursed them to live out the rest of their lives in Hades. But now here sat contemplating telling Tom he was falling loved him. Harry was not afraid to go into battle with wands drawn and blazing ready to stand against his enemies. But now thinking of telling Tom how he felt about him secretly made Harry terrified. Harry heard a soothing purr in the back of his mind and knew that his wolf. The wolf inside of him has accepted Tom as their mate.
Yes, my mate.
It took the long separation between them for Harry to realize that he and Tom were mates. Not being able to be near its mate caused his wolf to lash out at times. His wolf was also hurting because he was not near their mate. Wolves by nature require close contact with their own kind, especially their mate. The need for constant reaffirmation of their mating by touching and biting their mate, whenever the desire strikes them.
Harry could not wait to sink his teeth into his mate skin, making Tom his in every way. Harry snickered, not sure how to reveal that small bit to Tom that they are indeed mates and that he will need to submit to him at least once a month. After realizing they were mates, Harry wondered if that was also the reason why they were able to speak telepathically, which seemed to be getting stronger the more times they use it. Harry wasn’t aware that mates share a telepathic bond.
There are so many possible reasons as to why Tom and Harry shared such a special bond, the strength of their magical core was the only thing Harry could think of. There are some advantages, such as talking with Tom and no one the wiser, and Harry personally loved that he could send his lover images of things happening. The disadvantages were that Harry was still learning how to block Tom from his thoughts, often times his thoughts bleed through to his lover without him realizing it.
{Like now} Harry gasped and looked around to see if anyone noticed when Tom broke through his block. {Shouldn't you be paying attention in class, my little Consort?}
{It seems, I can’t stop thinking about you, lately.} Harry admitted truthfully.
{Oh really?} Tom said, and Harry could picture him raising a condescending eyebrow.
{Yes, really,} Harry mentally smiled {I keep thinking, about the moment when I will finally have you writhing and moaning beneath me while I ride your cock. I want to see what happens when you lose control because of me.}
As he spoke, Tom sent the images through their connection. Harry’s cock began to rise and press against the zipper of his pants, he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat hoping to relieve the pressure. {You are such a terrible tease my, Dark Lord.}
Tom chuckled reached his ear, {I want you just as badly, my Dark Consort.} Harry smiled mentally, happy that he was not the only one in need and wishing that he could touch his lover. {However, I am getting evil looks from my inner circle, it appears I was asked a very important question, and they are waiting for my answer. I will await your arrival in three days. And Harry, *Je vais ; they vous tordait et la mendicité mon nom au moment où je vous ai dans mes bras, mon Amour.}
Tom cut the connection before Harry could grasp everything that was said. The only thing he caught was ‘my love’. Harry would have pouted, but he found himself smiling instead. Tom called him his love, it was official he had become a lovesick fool his friends accused him of being, and he did not mind one bit. Harry could not wait for the next three days to pass quickly; no one will be able to stop him from leaving Hogwarts, not even the old fool Dumbledore. The Headmaster tried everything he could to delay Harry from leaving Hogwarts. However, Harry had a few tricks up his sleeve.
Finally, Harry had his bank manager send an official letter to Dumbledore letting him know that he was removed from being Harry’s magical guardian and no longer allowed privileges to his bank vault’s. There was also an article in the Daily Prophet letting the Wizarding World know he has claimed his independence. Harry recalled the delight he felt when he saw the distraught look on Dumbledore's face that he could no longer dictate Harry's life.
Harry pretend to remain ignorant on the fact that Dumbledore and others have stolen from him. With Molly Weasley taken care of, thanks to whoever killed her, Harry no longer worries about exacting his revenge on her. Her two brats, however, do not get a reprieve. A giddy feeling bubbled inside of Harry as he thought about all of Dumbledore's plans and how his world was crumbling around him. Harry knew from information Bill and Charlie send to him that the Headmaster tried o have Remus arrested for Molly Weasley’s murder.
Harry should have been shocked at Dumbledore's accusation, but he was not. It was no secret that Remus was beginning to see the Headmaster for who he really was. Also, the way Molly and Remus would argue, especially after Sirius’s death. After Remus blew up at his last Order meeting, Dumbledore has been trying to paint Remus, an uncontrollable feral dog and need to be hunted and killed.
But once again it all blew up in Dumbledore’s face and, Harry along with his friends laughed, when there was an article in the Daily Prophet about Remus and Lucius. The article talked about the divorce between Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, who have agreed to divorce amicably. Citing in their joint interview that they are have fulfilled the obligations of their marriage contract by providing a Malfoy heir.
They are both ready to move on with lives with the person they love and would rather not stay for the sake of their son. A few brave but foolish, students have dared to ask Draco how he felt about his father, being with a werewolf, a dark creature who was seen as an animal and not a man. Harry chuckled thinking of the many students who walked away limping because of their stupidity.
Harry and the rest of his circle are the only ones that know Draco loves Remus and have even started calling him Papa.
A picture was also provided. Harry recalled sitting at the Gryffindor table and watched as Dumbledore almost choked on his lemon drop when he saw the picture of Remus and Lucius sharing a very sweet and tender kiss. Remus looked happy, and that was all that mattered to Harry. To add fuel to the fire, Harry got up from his chair and walked over to Draco extending a hand of friendship; which Draco happily accepted by pulling him into a hug.
Harry chuckled when he remembered thinking how he wished Dumbledore had died while choking on his fucking lemon drop.
Harry had planned on moving up Dumbledore's death, but, he wanted to see the man suffer a bit more. He wanted to see the old fool lose everything around him, as Harry took away picked away all that he held dear. The exact same way Dumbledore ruined his life. Harry thought about his ‘smoking gun’ as the muggles say, and how he planned on revealing just before he kills the old man.
Harry pulled away from his pleasant thoughts of killing Dumbledore when he had the strangest feeling someone was staring at him. Harry scanned the classroom and stopped when he noticed Ron staring at him. That baffled Harry since his fourth year Harry has not really spoken to his once best friend. Their conversations consist insults that usually resulted with Hermione jumping to Ron’s defense.
There was something in Ron's eyes that Harry could not decipher. He could not tell what Ron was thinking and why he felt the need to stare at Harry. There were times that Harry hoped Ron would grow a backbone and stand up to Hermione and join his and Tom’s cause. Harry knows that Ron is much smarter than he’s given credit and could be very useful to the dark side.
He’s too much of a coward, and I don’t have room at my side for cowards.
They stared at for what seemed like minutes. Harry could have sworn Ron smiled at him, before Ron slowly, looked away, and Harry sighed shaking his head not understanding what was going on.
He also did not care what the hell was going on with Ron. If they had remained friends and not willingly steal from him. Harry would not be planning on killing the Ron, his loud, obnoxious woman, and gold-digging sister before the school year ended. Harry smiled, thinking how dark he has become and wondered if his Dark Lord was truly rubbing off on him. Harry shook his head. This was who he was all along, he belonged to the dark, always have and always will. He was finally himself.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
The bell rang signaling class was over, Harry got up and gathered his books and began placing them in his sack when he was stopped. Neville and a few others were waiting for him so that they could have supper before enjoying the rest of their night.
“Mr. Potter, please stay after class.” Harry along with everyone else that remained in the classroom turned to look at him and looked at Professor Snape. There was something in the other man's eyes that Harry could not decipher, and he was not sure how he should feel that he was actually somewhat concerned about Snape.
But curiosity ate at him. Harry nodded his head. He turned to his friends, “Go. I will meet you later.” They knew that meant he would meet them in the Chamber, which had to become their secret meeting place.
With potions being their last class of the day, Harry knew that everyone was eager to relax and train. His friends nodded, Harry watched them walked out of the classroom leaving Harry and Snape alone.
If Harry were a betting man, he would wager a bet, that his friends already started packing and are more than ready to leave in three days. Harry, himself had his personal elf, took and hidden the presents he bought for his friends and Tom, with specific instructions to keep them hidden until he asked for them.
With his friends, out of the classroom, Harry turned back to face the potion professor. Harry did not say a word, he simply sat back down in his chair and waited for the professor to say something. Harry could not help but observe the other man's body language and realized that Snape was nervous.
What the hell does he have to be nervous about?
Harry has not had the need to punish Severus for his mistrust, add to the fact that he has been very busy with training with the Junior Death Eaters. They are preparing for the day Harry and Tom are the rulers of all the Wizarding World. Not just ruler’s but the protectors of the Wizarding World from muggles finding out about them.
But, Harry loved the thought of being the king of it all. Having the man, he loved standing beside him. First, they must get rid of their oppositions. Harry did not think for one minute that after he kills Dumbledore that his loyal followers will not want to continue with his cause. Tom and Harry will be ready for the resistance, who will lead it is the question.
A throat clearing brought Harry back to the present. Snape was staring at him as if expecting an answer to a question that was asked. Harry examined Snape closer and summarized that there was something was definitely off about the other man. Harry must admit that for the past couple of weeks, Snape has been a model minion.
For some reason, the word minion didn’t fit his train of thought when referring to Snape it felt wrong all of a sudden.
Snape cleared his throat, pulling Harry away from his thoughts. “I want…” he began. “I want to say I'm sorry.”
Harry gasped, what the fuck?
Instantly, getting to his feet not caring that he knocked his chair back, with his wand in his hand, pointing it in the other man's face ready to strike if need be.
“Who the fuck are you and what have you done with the real Severus Snape?” he demanded.
“Potter, I am who I've always been.” The other man said.
“So you say. Prove it!” Harry yelled.
Raising his hand in surrender the impostor moved his hand to his shirt moving opening it revealing the collar Harry placed around his neck. The look of disgust was not hidden from his expression this time. “I believe, Potter, that you and the Dark Lord are the only ones who can remove this.” He snapped back his robe collar back in place.
He was right the only one who has the password to release the collar from his neck must know Parseltongue. They stared at each other for a few minutes before Harry slowly lowered his wand.
“What do you want, Snape?” he asked still a bit skeptical. “And you better not be wasting my time.”
The confident look Snape had a few seconds ago disappeared. “I've debated with myself, for days, on whether I should reveal this to you.” He said stepping away from Harry and pacing the room. Harry looked at the other man and wondered what could have Snape so out of sorts, but he remained silent. “I’m not even sure if you will believe me or not.” He stopped in front of Harry and stared at him. “Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself. But the only way for you to believe me was for you to see it for yourself.”
“What the bloody hell are you blathering on about Snape?” Harry asked impatiently.
“The truth,” he answered.
“The truth about what?” Harry demanded.
“Everything,” Snape replied then walked over to the far corner of the classroom he took out his wand tapping a sequence in the wall. The wall began to separate the same way it happens when entering Diagon Alley. Harry watched as another room come into view, there are thick black drapes covering what he assumed are mirrors. There are shelves and doorless cupboards, filled with glass jars in all shapes, sizes, and colors of what Harry guessed are potion ingredients. Also, empty and filled teardrop vials with completed potions of different colors.
Snape stepped into the room, and Harry followed right behind him utterly intrigued as to what was going on. Snape picked up a vial and holding it between his fingers staring at it with a serious expression on his face. Snape held it up in front of his face, the silver liquid swirling inside the vial. Snape looked over at Harry before stepping to the side revealing a viewing well filled with water.
“I want to show you the truth, about your father and...” Snape seemed to be having a hard time speaking, and everything left Harry so confused he didn’t know what to say but did not interrupt.
“I know that we have had our differences, Potter, but after you learn everything, I hope that after you see this, we will be able to trust each other.” He stepped closer to Harry taking his hand and placed the vial in his palms closing Harry’s finger around it. He did not remove his fingers right away, they felt warm and oddly comforting.
Harry pulled his fingers away quickly he did not like where his thoughts were going. They were not intimate, but it made him feel a bit wired. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me if I tried to explain everything to you,” Snape said. “The only thing I could think about is to let your father tell you his side instead.” Harry’s fingers curl around the contents in his hand. Snape stepped around him and paused. “I will be here when you're ready to talk.” He whispered.
Snape went to walk away again, “wait a minute!” Harry yelled, grabbing onto Snape’s robe sleeve. “What the bloody fuck is going on? What the hell are you playing at Snape?” Harry was tired of the cryptic games. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. “I am not in the mood for games, Snape. First, you tell me that you need to speak to me and then hand me a fucking memory.” Harry hold up the vial in front of his face. “Telling me that my father will tell me everything.” Harry gripped Snape’s sleeve tighter refusing to release it, then turned to look at the man standing beside him. “But the last time I check you, and James Potter hated each other, he tried to kill you. Or did you forget?”
Snape turned facing him, “Harry.”
“Don’t call me that. You do not have the privilege of calling me by my first name.” Harry snapped. “Like it or not, I am your Dark Lords consort, and you will address me with the respect I deserve or face the harsh consequences.”
Snape looked hurt for a second and Harry could not fathom why he felt guilty for hurting the older man's feelings.
“I’m sorry,” Snape apologized and roughly pulled his arm away from Harry’s grasp and walked out of the classroom. Harry watched him go not stopping him this time.
What the fuck is going on? The Severus Snape I know would never apologize and would definitely put me in my place for my cheek, Dark Consort or not.
Harry looked down at the vial in his hand wondering what the hell was he supposed to do now. He walked over to the viewing well standing in front of it. Raising the vial, he stared at the swirling silver liquid inside of it.
What the hell am I doing? Harry did not know if he should trust Snape but his curiosity was getting the better of him. Only one way to find out.
Harry pulled the stopper on the vial pouring the silver contents into the well and watched as the liquids mix together. Curiosity burned inside of him as he dipped his head into the bowl and was instantly he was transported into the memory of Severus Snape. Harry’s brows creased in confusion when instead of Snape he saw his father, James Potter standing in front of him.
“What the bloody hell!” He said out loud taking a step back forgetting exactly where he was.
The image of James Potter smiled at him and stepped forward. Harry wasn’t sure what was going on, but for a slight second, it seemed as if his father was about to reach out and touch him but stopped himself.
Harry felt more confused than ever. One he was standing in the memory of Severus Snape. Two his dead father who Harry was told did not get along with Severus Snape, was standing in front of him with a pleasant smile on his face.
“Hello, Harry,” James Potter memory said to him. “I wish I could see you. You must be handsome, just like your old man.” Harry couldn't help it he chuckled when James Potter chest puffed up in pride. The expression on the older Potter’s face changed. “I know you must be confused, but don't be,” he continues. “There is a lot of things that I want to tell you, and I hope that I can explain everything to you before my time runs out. So many things I need you to understand.”
Harry reached out to touch his father’s face, and his fingers slipped through the illusion. “First, let me say that I’m sorry I was not there to watch you grow up, it was never in our plan to have you grow up without us being there for you. And if you are anything like me, you must have been a little demon.” James Potter smiled. “Harry, I wish I was there to protect you and keep you safe. Things did not turn out the way Severus and I intended for them to be. We made so many plans.” James Potter said sadly.
Severus, what the hell does Snape have to do with this? Harry wonders.
“When I found out I was pregnant with you, Sev was so happy; that he almost bought every baby toy in the entire store if I hadn’t stopped him.” James Potter image kept talking and chuckled at his own humor.
Harry gasped realizing exactly what the older Potter just said. Se...Severus...Severus Snape is my father. Harry instantly, pulled l his head from the memory well, and stumbled as he took a few steps back shaking his head not entirely sure he heard right. His back hit the wall hard, but he ignored the pain, his thoughts was muddled
That can’t be true. James Potter and Severus Snape were lovers. I am the product of Severus Snape! This has got to be a trick.
His body was shaking, the wrenching in his gut made him feel sick. Harry wanted to run out of the room and not stop running until his legs felt as if they were going to fall off. Nothing made sense.
What about Lily, my mother? Who… Harry stopped mid thought dreading the thought that there was foul play involved. Harry felt his whole world came crashing around him.
No...no this cannot be.
His throat felt tight, and his pulse quickened everything he knew was a lie. His life, his family and what he placed his hopes and dreams in were nothing but lies
Harry’s knees felt weak, and he slid to the ground. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt long fingers threading through his hair and his head resting on a someone chest. The scent of cedar and spices hit his nose, and Harry could not help his reaction by wrapping his arms around the person holding him.
“Shh, it’s ok. I’m here now, and I am not going anywhere.” Immediately, Harry pulled away from the person holding him. He wiped the tears from his eyes with the sleeves of his robes.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Harry yelled. “Stay the fuck away from me!” The defeatist look did not fit Severus Snape, but Harry did not care. “I don’t know what you are trying to pull, but you are not my father!”
“Harry, please, listen to me, let's try and talk about it.”
“Talk,” Harry scoffed getting to his feet. “Now you want to talk to me. Have I suddenly become someone you care about?! Before I was nothing to you but an insignificant speck of dust, and now you want to talk!” Harry yelled throwing the same words Snape used not too long ago when he spoke to the Dark Lord.
"My, how things have changed in such a short time?" Harry snapped as anger overtook him, and he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Severus ready to say Avada Kedavra. But he could not say the words. “Crucio Maximus!” he yelled in Parseltongue.
Snape fell to the ground screaming withering in pain, but Harry ignored his screaming. After a minute he lifted the curse and kneeled in front of Severus shaking body. “You will not toy with me Severus Snape, I've told you before that Tom is the only reason why you are still breathing.”
Harry got up to leave, when Snape stopped him by grabbing onto the hem of his robes. “I can prove it.” His voice shook when he spoke. Harry turned his head and glared at Severus, who had sweat beads forming on his brow and tears streaks on his face.
“Get up, and pull yourself together,” Harry demanded.
This whole situation felt very wrong in Harry's opinion. It felt exhilarating to have Severus Snape, the bane of his hate on his knees, sniveling and begging him. But Harry felt utterly disgusted by it all. The professor who wore his confidence on his sleeve disappeared and Harry could not stand to look at Severus in this condition. Harry wanted the Severus, who took none of his shit.
How fucked up is that?
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Severus struggled to his feet, trying not to show just how affected he is by the curse. He brushed off his robes. Severus knew what he was trying to do was not going to be easy. Attempting to convince Harry that they are family, that he was his father. For the past couple of weeks, he hoped to forget what he knew. But each night he would dream of James and the short life they shared together and wished for more time.
James and I were very loved each other, only to have it snuffed out because of jealousy and hate.
Since regaining all of his, memory Severus cannot stand to be in the same room with the Headmaster. It hurt to realize that the man he once trusted and viewed as his mentor and a father figure betrayed him in the worst way. Severus acknowledges he made mistakes, but Dumbledore used his pain against him. Severus cannot believe Dumbledore convinced him that he carried a deep sole burning love for a woman he did not care for. Made him loathed the presence of their own child. Severus debated on whether to let Harry know the truth of his parentage or continue to keep it a secret. But soon Severus realized that he could not do that to the man he still loved. James would want Harry to know the truth.
“ I guess you were not able to watch the entire memory?” Severus asked. "I only stepped out of the room for a few minutes."
“No,” Harry whispered and stepped to the other side of the room.
“I…” Severus started. He didn’t know how where to begin to build a relationship with his son. “I need you to continue watching the memory.”
“Will it prove to me that what you say is the truth?” Harry snapped.
The anger rolling off the other man did not scare Severus in the least. Severus has never seen himself as a weak man, not even in the presence of his Lord and he refused to show any kind of weakness in front of his son. Severus was still a bit shaken up from the crucio maximus from a few minutes ago and will need a nerve replenishing potion to regain his composer.
“Yes,” Severus answered.
They glared at each other for a few minutes before Harry said, “go and take the potion you need.” He looked away from Severus. “And for your information, I would rather hear everything from you, than that of a dead man I never knew.”
Severus nodded yes obeying like that of a child. He stumbled over to one of the shelves grabbing the potion he needed and downed it in one swallow. Immediately the potion began to work, and the shaking slowly subsides. Severus started to feel like himself. He turned to face Harry, who was watching the entire time.
“I still do not trust you, Snape and for some reason that I cannot fathom I want to hear what you have to say. But I need to believe you.” A sliver of hope coursed through Severus. He was willing to do anything for Harry to at least listen to him even if it was only for a second. Severus really needed Harry to believe him. He reached for the vertiserum without being asked but was stopped by Harry’s next words. “Not so fast, Snape.” He turned his head and looked at Harry from the corner of his eyes waiting to see what he would do next.
“Rosemary,” Harry called out.
Instantly, an elf that Severus have seen before while visiting the Riddle Manor appeared into the classroom. He was certain that he made sure the room was completely secure; no one should be allowed to enter. There was something different about the elf that Severus could not put his finger on it. The elf Rosemary bowed in front of Harry.
“What can I do for, Dark Consort?” Rosemary smiled happily to Potter.
“Retrieve a bottle of vertiserum from our Lord’s special private stores.”
Immediately, the elf disappeared and reappeared handing Harry the bottle that did not look like the vertiserum potion he usually makes. She or was it a he? Severus thought as the elf popped out with another bow, Severus now realizing what was different about the elf. “Is that elf a …”
“Before you ask, Rosemary was born male but identifies as female.” Harry shrugged. “Our Lord and I want to change the way the Wizarding world only see’s black and white and what better way than let even the smallest of creatures be who they are.”
Severus nodded his head, what more could he say, he did not know this Harry. He watched the intimacy grow between the Dark Lord and his son. Before he did not care, what about their growing relationship. But, now knowing the truth, he has mix feelings about their relationship and Harry’s role. It took Severus a while to come to terms with the truth that he was the cause for their current nonexistent relationship.
The way he treated Harry before finding out that he was the boy’s father made him feel ashamed of the things he said and done. Severus was secretly proud of Harry Potter, but now he's utterly overjoyed that his son was powerful and commanded men and women, who not only feared him but loved him. Severus did not know where he belonged in Harry’s life now that the truth is known.
Harry stepped closer to Severus without touching him staring at his face. “Are you wearing a glamor?”
Shit, my glamor must have weakened when I was hit with the Crucio Maximus.
“Yes, I am, is that a problem, Potter?” Severus answered starting to feel like himself.
Harry stared at him a little longer before shrugging his shoulders. “It doesn’t matter at this point, anyway, this,” he said holding up the vial containing the vertiserum. “Is Our Lords unique blend of vertiserum, you see he has suspected for some time that there might be few of his followers who are not as loyal as they proclaim to be.”
Harry handed the vial to Severus took it then stared down at, he pulled the stopped when a scent he could not decipher wafted under his nose. Vertiserum if done correctly is odorless and clear like water.
“What else is mixed in this?” Severus asked not trusting the purple color of the potion.
Harry tsked, “Come now Snape don’t you trust Our Lord? I’m sure if he were here you would not dare ask such a question.”
That was a test! Severus could not believe that his child would go as far as testing him. Glaring at Harry, Severus downed the contents gasping and then coughing when the liquid burned his throat. He wiped his lips with the back of his sleeves and pocketed the empty vial to inspect later. However, Harry stopped him.
“Not so fast father dearest,” Stretching out his hand. “We wouldn’t want you to figure out exactly what else is mixed in there, now would we?
Reluctantly, Severus handed the empty vial back to Harry, who used his elemental power and burned the evidence away.
Harry sat in one of the empty chair’s facing Severus. “I know exactly how fast that potion works so I will not bother with frivolous questions. Begin your story and let’s hear how exactly you are my father. Oh, and Severus, don’t lie to me, you don’t want to figure out what the extra ingredient is inside that potion.”
Obediently Severus walked over to his desk he took the time to remove his teaching robes, never taking his eyes off Harry. He mentally remarked how little to no trust they had between them. They are strangers in every sense of the word. Harry hated probably now more than before.
Can you blame him? A voice that sounded like James whispered in the back of him mind.
No, I guess not. Severus mentally answers as he sat at his desk.
“A few weeks ago, I was unable to sleep, and riddled with headaches that would not go away not matter what I take.” Severus wasted no time.
He told Harry everything from the minute he was pulled into what felt like a dream and meeting James, and being able to remember parts of their life together. There were intimate parts of his relationship with James that he did not want to reveal to his son, but the serum prevented him. It seems that this serum was stronger than his. Whenever Severus tried to skip over parts of the story, he would start to sweat, and he would start to feel nauseated. He would be completely overwhelmed with the urge to tell Harry everything about his life before James and a few other things he had forgotten over the years.
The more Severus tried to fight the feeling the sicker he felt. Harry for his part did not interrupt he glared at Severus as if waiting for him to slip and say something that wasn’t the truth simply to punish him again. The closer that Severus got to the end of his story, Harry’s expression changed. And that was when Severus saw it. The single tear that rolled down Harry’s left cheek. Severus stopped speaking and watched Harry absorbed the information.
“I’m going to kill him,” Harry whispered after a few minutes of silence, then wiped away the single tear that fell. “I’m going to make that old fucker feel what it is like to lose everything before I watch him take his last breath.”
Severus did not know what to say; he was just as furious as Harry. He thought the same thing once he found out everything. The love of his life died because of the manipulations of two people who used others for their gain.
“What do you propose?” Severus asked.
Harry dashed away the tear that fell and looked away from Severus for only a second. “Us, working together. Don’t get your hopes up it will not make father and son. But until the old fucker is dead, we are allies.”
It was a crumb, but Severus was willing to take it for now. “And once he’s dead?” Severus asked.
“I don’t know,” he whispered looking away from Severus again.
Severus got up from his chair and walked over standing in front of Harry, “I know that I have no right to ask for this, but do you mind if I hug you, just this once?”
Harry looked up at Severus, and he could not tell what his son was thinking. Now that he was able to study Harry the things that he was unwilling to see before now stood out glaring at him. Harry’s skin tone, his midnight black hair except for the streak of blonde, and the black ring surrounding his green eyes.
How could I have been so foolish as not to recognize my son all these years? I held on to so much hate and anger for Harry.
“You’re right, you have no right to ask me for such a thing,” Harry said after a few seconds. He stood to his feet, and Severus took a step back not sure what was about to happen. Then Harry stepped closer to him, “but this once I will allow it.”
Before Harry could change his mind, Severus pulled him into a tight hug and held his son for the very first time. Severus heard sniffling and knew that Harry, his child was crying; crying out to him for attention without saying the words.
Severus couldn’t go back; he couldn’t go back to hating Harry, pretending as if he did not matter. He will fight for a relationship with Harry no matter how many times he will be pushed away. It’s what James would have wanted, it’s what he wants.
Severus kissed to top of Harry’s head inhaling his son’s scent, putting it into his memory. Tears started to fall from his eyes and landed on the crown of Harry’s head.
“We are in this together,” Severus said.
Harry nodded his head and whether he knew it or not he held on to Severus tighter leaving no space between them.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
A couple of hours later Harry sat in his room contemplating his situation. He was able to listen to the rest of the message from James Potter. Harry now knew the whole story from both Severus and James side. Severus was telling the truth, the extra ingredient in the vertiserum showed his aura. Green revealed that he was telling the truth, red indicated that he was not telling the truth and gray with a shade of white means there was something he did not want to talk about, but there were no lies behind it. Harry guessed it was the intimate parts that Severus shared with James he tried not to talk about.
Fuck I am the son of James Potter and Severus Snape.
His whole life has been nothing but a lie orchestrated by one man who seemed to enjoy playing with others as if they are a piece on a chessboard. Because of Dumbledore, I lived a different life, without knowing love and especially how to love.
Would I be with Tom if my life had turned out differently? Are we even meant to be together?
Those are the questions that have plagued his mind since he left potions. Add to the fact now he does not know what to say to his fa..Severus.
Harry does not know what to think about Severus being his other father. For years he has heard and known only that Lily Potter or rather Evans is his mother. And now the lies keep coming in droves. Harry had finally come to terms with the fact that his parents choose to fight in a war rather than care and protect him. And now to learn that everything he was a lie.
What did Snape expect to happen by telling me the truth? Was he supposed to welcome him with open arms and they skipped off into the fields together holding hands? I don’t know who's more delusional him or me?
There are too much anger and mistrust between over the years. And Harry cannot forget the way he was treated from the moment they met.
The words they have said to each other have hurt Harry more than words could say. Harry remembered the first time he saw the older man enter the classroom, instantly, he was impressed by Severus’s confidence. But as the class went on Harry saw Snape’s hate for James Potter show; when he made a point by embarrassing Harry in front to the entire class. Now did Snape expect Harry to look past all the hate and one-day see the older man as, as a father; my father.
Harry got out of bed and walked into his bathroom. He stood in front of the sink and stared at himself trying to find the similarities between himself and Severus. He found nothing that would indicate the likeness in their appearance.
Or maybe, I just don’t want to see the resemblances.
Harry shook his head and walked back into his room plopping on his bed. He felt uncertain about where to go from here in regards to the Severus being his father. He readied himself for bed and crawled in wondering if he should tell Tom what he knows. Harry got comfortable and closed his eyes hoping to get some sleep.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry had a fit full night sleep. The entire time images of his father played through his mind. It was no use trying to sleep now, he sat up in his bed and looked out of his window seeing that it was still dark outside, and the moon was shining brighter than he had ever seen it before. Harry pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his on them.
How will things change?
Harry could not stop thinking about the conversation that he and Severus had. They spoke for a few hours. Harry still does not see him as his father. He still could not believe that Lily Evans was never his mother and in league with Dumbledore from the very beginning. If Lily Evans were not already dead, Harry would have killed her himself.
Harry wonder’s if Petunia knew they were never blood-related which is why she had no qualms with the way Vernon abused him. Harry haven’t thought about the Dursley's since the day he burnt them and their ghastly home to a crisp. Harry sighed and turned facing the window looking at the moon. Like most werewolves, he is drawn to the call of the moon. The freedom of running in his wolf form and having the wind ruffling his fur and howling to mother moon who would feel all of his emotions.
Deciding that perhaps taking a run through the forest will tire him out, Harry was about to get out of his bed when he hears the latch on his room door click. He froze and listen to make sure he wasn’t mistaken.
Shit, who would be coming to my room so late at night?
In answer to his question, Harry recognized the whispered voices entering his room.
“Ouch.”
“Shh...shut it you don’t want to wake him up,” Harry heard Hermione scolded Ginny.
“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous. Are you sure you can do even though he is asleep?” Ginny asked
Harry would have chuckled, but it would alert them to the fact that he was awake. Slowly, trying not to make a sound, he slid down in his bed and pretended to be asleep.
He heard Hermione sighed, and Harry could tell that she was already exasperated with Ginny. “Yes, Ginny. I am more advanced in spell weaving than you are.”
Harry could hear the condescending smile in Hermione’s tone and wished he could hex it off her face, but he had to remain still waiting to see what they were up to. Harry made a mental note to speak with Neville and Seamus. Harry have been so focused on other more important things, that he completely forgot about Hermione and Ginny.
“Lumos,” Ginny whispered.
Harry closed his eyes just as the drapes were pulled back. The bed dipped, and he felt a soft caress on the side of his cheek.
“He’s so handsome, Hermione,” Ginny whispered.
Harry’s wolf began pacing back and forth, growling that Ginny's hand and not Tom’s was the one touching him. He hummed, soothing his wolf, and instantly Ginny removed her hand from his cheeks. The room was silent and with his advanced hearing, Harry could hear Hermione and Ginny’s hearts beating as if it were about to come out of their chests.
“Let’s hurry and do what we came here to do before wakes up; there is something off in this room. I feel as if someone or something is watching me.” Hermione whispered.
Harry mentally chuckled, if only she knew.
Harry’s wolf usually watched over him while he slept at night, and during the day his snake protects him. Harry’s never left unguarded.
“Petrificus Totalus.” Harry felt the spell hit him, and he could not move, instantly, he snapped his eyes wide open looking around the dark room.
“What the fuck is going on?!” he yelled, hoping he sound scared. Harry turned and looked at Ginny pretending to be shocked to see her in his room. “Ginny, what are you doing in my room?”
Ginny jumped off the bed and stood beside Hermione. “I’m sorry, Harry we have to do this. You are not acting like yourself lately, and we are very worried about you,” She told him.
“What the bloody hell are you talking about and why can’t I move?” Harry pretended to struggle even though the Petrificus Totalus spell was starting to wear off. Harry trained and conditioned his mind during the times he and the other’s used to train in the Room of Requirements so that they are able to withstand powerful spells. The Petrificus Totalus was a very strong spell, not one he should be able to fight off quickly unless the caster was weak.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” Ginny whispered. “But I can’t let him have you.”
“Oh, for Merlin, bloody sakes.” Hermione snapped. “Let’s get on with it,” she pushed Ginny out of the way and stepped over to Harry, the scowl on her face reminded him of Umbridge. Harry mentally chuckled as he remembered Umbridge frightful expression before he killed her. It will be the same look Hermione will he finally exact his revenge.
Harry continued with his pretense, “Please release me,” he begged in his meekest voice looking at Ginny.
“Hermione maybe we shouldn’t do this, there has to be another way. What if we hurt him mentally?” Ginny pleaded with her friend.
Hermione rolled her eyes, “We have no other choice, Ginny. You know what will happen if we don’t do what our Master asked of us.”
Harry gasped drawing their attention to him. “Your Master?” He shook his head in horror. “You’re in league with Voldemort?” Tears welled in his eyes and he whimpered. “I….I know that we are not friends anymore, but how…how could you side with that monster!”
Forgive me Tom
{What exactly am I forgiving you for?} Harry did not realize the link between him and Tom was open.
{Watch my, Love.} Harry answered and showed Tom what was happening. Harry could feel Tom’s angry slowly vibrating through their link. {Be calm, my Dark Lord I was expecting this.}
“We are not followers of that snake face monster. Our Master is the greatest wizard of them all time.” Hermione boasted.
Through their link, Tom scoffed, and Harry mentally smiled.
“Please, Hermione whatever you are about to do don’t do it. Think about the friendship we once shared and what it meant once.” Harry pleaded. He hoped his agitation was not showing.
{Laying it on a little thick aren’t we?} Tom commented.
Harry mentally shrugged. {Hey I’m having fun for the first time today.}
{Is there something you need to tell me?} Tom asked.
{We will discuss that later, I think it is imperative I pay attention, don’t you?}
{Very well, but I get the feeling you are hiding something from me.} Tom sighed.
Harry did not answer Tom but spoke to Hermione instead. “Hermione if you still consider me your friend, please don’t do whatever you are about to do.” Harry pleaded. From the look on Hermione's face, Harry thought he reached her, however, her eyes conveyed something else.
“You’re right, Harry.” She whispered. “We were the best of friends once there’s no reason for us to be at odd’s.” She touched one of his cheeks caressing him. He didn’t move his head away from her touch, although he really wanted to.
Harry slowed his breathing and waited to see what Hermione would do next. He stared into Hermione's eyes and watched as they sparkled thinking she had him exactly where she wanted him. Tom remained silent, but he could still feel their link humming with anger.
“Harry I want you to do me a favor,” she whispered.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“This is going to seem a bit crazy, but I was watching this program on the telly, and they had this hypnotist on.”
“Wait,” Harry stopped her. “You want to hypnotize me?”
“Yes, Harry, she does,” Ginny said finally speaking up. “I don’t know what it is, but Hermione said because you grew up with muggles you would know what it means.”
“I do,” Harry responded looking at Hermione. “It’s a form of mind-altering magic. Muggle mind healers use it on traumatized or the mentally insane patients. Squibs who refer to themselves magicians use it to entertain muggles. Do you think I have gone crazy, Hermione?”
{What the bloody hell is going on!} Tom yelled through their link Harry winced but covered it quickly.
{Damnit Tom, you’re driving me crazy! Be quiet for one bloody minute!} He yelled at his Tom.
“You see,” Ginny answered for Hermione, “you have been acting very strange for a while, and we want to make sure there is nothing wrong with you. We cannot use the Imperius Curse because it does not work on you. So Hermione came up with this idea, she explained how it works, and I think it will work, Harry. Please, let’s give it a try.”
{And this bloody little bint thinks muggle magic will work?} Tom was angry, and Harry did not know how to calm him down. {Why are you letting this happen?}
{Please be quiet!} Harry snapped at his lover. He could tell Tom was pouting wishing he could take over Harry’s body for just this moment.
“Hermione, Ginny.” He said getting their attention. “I promise you there is nothing the matter with me. I simply decided to take my life serious and not to take unnecessary risks. I found the love of my life,” Ginny gasped, but Harry ignored her completely. “But even with love in my life I still plan on fighting the evil plaguing the wizarding world so that we can all live in peace.” Harry was trying to stall for time, truth be told he had no idea what hypnotism would do it might be muggles means, but it could work without him realizing it.
{I will protect you, I still do not understand why you are doing this. But it seems you are playing a game with them. Albeit a very dangerous one.}
“If I allow you to do this, will it prove to you I am not some imposter, or that I am no different from who I was before?” Harry questioned. Hermione and Ginny’s smiled. “But let’s make a deal.” he continued, and the smiles on their faces disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
“Wha..what do you have in mind?” Ginny asked.
Harry smiled, “If hypnotism does not work on me, I get to try same thing else on you both.” He said.
“Like what?” Hermione asked skeptically.
“I don’t know, but I could think of something. Maybe I will try and hypnotize you, and if that doesn’t work then, we could all sit and laugh about how silly we’ve all been.”
Harry looked over to Ginny, and he could see the eagerness in her eyes. He turned his gaze back to Hermione and the same untrusting look on her face. Harry thought of something else to convince her, but she spoke first instead.
“What would you give us in return if I am able to hypnotize you?” Hermione questioned.
“Easy I will break off my engagement with my fiancé and go out with Ginny,” he answered. “And you, Ron and I will go back to the way we used to be, the golden trio,” he said sweetening the deal.
Ginny stepped beside Hermione, and Harry noticed that her eyes are glazed over with the prospect of them finally being together. Hermione, on the other hand, continued to remain skeptical. Harry was also thankfully Tom stayed quiet.
“I agree,” Ginny said immediately.
“I do as well,” Hermione added her agreement after a few seconds.
“Ok, my mind is blank do you worst.”
Immediately, Hermione pulled a gold pocket watch from her pockets and dangled it in front of Harry. “Ok, Harry pay close attention to the watch. From what I saw and read you need to be completely relaxed for this to work. I’m going to count down from ten very slowly. Just listen to the tone of my voice and let go of everything.” Harry did as she instructed. Hermione started counting. “Soon your body should start to feel relaxed, and you will start to get sleepy, very sleepy.” She told him when she got to five.
{Should I pretend to fall asleep?} Harry asked Tom.
{Oh, now you want my advice?} Tom responded petulantly.
Tom was so cute when he pouted, {Stop being cheeky and answer my bloody question.}
{This is your game Love; I’m simply going along for the ride.}
Harry let Hermione’s voice drown on as he closed his eyes pretending to fall asleep.
Ginny became excited, “You did it, Hermione.”
“Of course, I did. Did you have any doubt, after I am the smartest witch of our age,” Harry did not miss the smugness in Hermione’s voice again the urge to wipe that smug smile off her face reared its head, but he remained still.
“Now let’s continue on with the rest of our plan. Harry when I count to three, you will wake up. One, two, three.” Harry did not open his eyes, he continued to the pretense of sleeping he and let out a loud snore for good measure.
“Oh no, it didn’t work he is really asleep!” Ginny snapped.
“That can’t be right, I followed the directions exactly the way I read it in the book I bought. What could have gone wrong? He should have woken and doing whatever I want him to do.”
“Will you two quiet down, I swear you two are loud enough to wake the dead,” Harry grumbled and opened his eyes glaring at them as if they really did wake him up. “And by looks on your faces, I can tell that hypnotism didn’t work.”
“No Harry we are the ones that's sorry. We really wanted this to work so that you can be yourself again,” Hermione said.
“But I am myself,” Harry smiled and got out of bed, no longer pretending that the body binding spell was holding him down. Hermione and Ginny gasped stepping back from his bed. “There’s no need to be sorry, you tried and failed. Come on let’s hug it out like friends.” Harry stretched out his arms wide and invitingly. Without thinking about it, Ginny fell into his arms, but Hermione stood back for a few seconds. She was about to step back, but Harry grabbed her before she could move. “Now I remember that we made a deal that if it did not work, I get to do the same to you both,” he didn’t hide the malicious intent from his tone.
Their bodies stiffened, and before they could wiggle out of his arms, he whispered, “Imperio.” They were both now under his control. Harry let go of them and stepped back looking into their glazed eyes.
{What do you intend to have them do?} Tom said finally speaking up.
{The perfect deed that will be seen for all the world to see, trust me you will love this. But I need to close the link, I want to surprise you, love, call it an early Christmas present.} Harry giggled shutting off the link before Tom could object.
Harry smiled as he stared at Hermione and Ginny’s glazed eyes, this will be fun. He leaned closely to Hermione and whispered in her ear before doing the same to Ginny. Once he was done, he erased their memory of ever coming to Harry’s room before sending them both to their rooms.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Percy stood outside the office door the new owners of the porn production company he worked for. He hoped that he was not in any trouble, his video sales were number one and brought a lot of money into the company. Percy has noticed in the past few weeks since the new owner bought the company there have been a lot of changes.
Percy was aware if the underage stars doing risqué movies, but Percy turned a blind eye. However, those children are no longer a part of the industry. Percy has no idea what happened to the children, and personally, he did not care. The only thing that mattered right now was making sure he did not get fired. Percy made so much money that he was thinking about quitting his job at the ministry and do porn full time. Percy knocked on the door and waited for Mr. Rider to answer.
“Come in.” The strong masculine voice answered.
Percy opened the door and stepped into the office. The room was practical hooded in darkness, the only parts that were not shrouded in the dark were the enormous desk and the chair facing the door. Percy was startled when a throat cleared, and he noticed the tall, figure standing at the window looking out.
“I got a letter that you wanted to see me,” Percy cleared his throat hoping that his nervousness did not show.
“Mr. Steele,” The figure said turning around and stepping away from the window, he was still hooded by the darkness in the room. Not even with the small bit of light coming into through the window was he able to see the man’s face. The only thing that Percy could decipher was that his new boss had a very imposing figure. “I am Johnathon Rider, my brothers, Chandler, Maverick, and I own the company together, along with a few other investors whom you might meet someday.” Mr. Rider sat in his chair. “Please have a seat, Mr. Steele.”
Fuck, he said might. I could still be fired eventually. Percy’s legs were shaking, he had no idea what was going on. Slowly, he walked over to the empty chair facing his boss.
“What are your plan’s for the future Mr. Steele?”
The question shocked Percy, he definitely threw him for a loop. “What do you mean?”
Mr. Rider leaned back into his chair shrouding him further in darkness. Percy still has not been able to see his face to get a read on what the man looked like.
“Let me rephrase the question, why are you doing this, why are you working for us?”
Percy shrugged his shoulder’s, “I’m an orphan, and I used to live on the streets.” Percy weaved a story hoping that his boss would believe him. “I needed the money when the last owner approached me and offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse.”
Mr. Rider did not say a word for a few seconds that seemed more like an hour in Percy’s opinion. “I have a new deal for you, but I will need to discuss it with my brother’s before I present it to you. Until then you are off the roster for the next few weeks.”
Percy gasped not understanding exactly why he was being punished, and not being allowed to work.
“Sir, I don’t think.”
“That’s correct Mr. Steele, you are not paid to think. We pay you for the use of your arse and your cock, not give us your insight. This conversation is over, have a good day, Mr. Steele.”
Upset and confused Percy got out of his chair and roughly pulled the door open, and it banged on the wall, but he did not care. Not being able to work was fucking with lively hood, what right does he have to take it away. Percy exited the building not sure where or what he was going to do with himself, doing his movies gave him the release he needed without it, he will be lost.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
“Did you really have to say like that?” William asked, stepping out of his hiding place.
“No, but it felt great doing it,” Charlie chuckled. “It would do to take him down a few pegs, no matter how much money he brings into the company.”
For weeks Charlie and William have been weeding out the bad seed in their new acquisition. They got all the underage children that was tricked into doing child pornography out and safely tucked away and also fired the ones who encouraged the children that it was alright to do it. Some of the actors quit because they preferred to work with the children. It sickened the brother’s, and those actors Charlie and William took care of personally, to the point, the actors will never be able to get an erection ever again.
Charlie and William were reviewing the movies when they came upon Percy’s, videos. Who have been their number one bestseller, especially in BDSM genre. Charlie was shocked and did not know that Percy could be so erotic or that he had it in him to do something like this. But Charlie also saw the perfect chance to bring Percy over to their side by using blackmail. When they questioned a couple of the actors, that worked with Percy, they all said the same thing.
“He’s the sweetest fucking bottom known to man.”
“What do you think Harry is going to say when he finds out?” William asked.
“I don’t know,” Charlie shrugged his shoulder’s. “But you and I know he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Percy squirm,” he smiled.
“There is true.” William agreed.
“Come on let's get out of here, we have to prepare for the Alphas homecoming tomorrow,” Charlie said.
“Don’t you mean Severus homecoming.” William teased. “You’ve been practicing your marriage proposal for weeks. I still can’t see Snape as my brother-in-law, but if he makes you happy, I’m all for it.”
Charlie nodded his head, “Thanks, man, I know you can’t see it, but when we are alone he’s completely different, you know?” he could not help but smiled when he thought about his lover. “What about you, are you thinking about marrying Draco?”
“One day, things are not as easy as it seems with my little hellion, he’s making me work hard even for a kiss. Besides, I need to get Lucius to like me first. He still growls every time I enter the room.” William tsked.
Charlie busted out laughing bending over, holding his stomach. He could not help it, Lucius was very protective over Draco. He wanted to feel bad for his brother. With William’s good looks and easy smile men and woman were drawn to him and he is never without a bed partner. Now William will need to put a little more work into getting his man, or rather the overprotective father to like him.
“You would think with Remus in his bed every night the man would at least understand,” William grumbled.
Charlie laughter quieted down, and he wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes.
“Well lets, hope once the crew comes home Lucius will see that I mean no harm to his little flower,” Charlie said patting William on the shoulders, more in pity than compassion.
“Come on let’s go. I still need to take care of the Dark Lord’s request.” William told him as they exited the building turning the corner walking to the apparate point.
“I can’t wait to see Harry’s face when he get’s his surprise,” Charlie commented.
“Me too, it’s glad to see him happy for a change. But seriously, who would have thought things would work out so well with those two?”
“Not me that’s for sure,” Charlie answered. “They are lethal together.”
“Fuck yeah, they are,” William agree.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry sat in the compartment surrounded by his friends and a couple of the Junior death eaters. They were finally going home for the holidays. In the two days since finding out that Severus was his father Harry have stayed away from him, going as far as to not attend his classes. If anyone suspected anything was going on they did not ask questions, his friends knew better than to get into his personal affairs. They know when Harry was ready he will tell them what’s going on.
“He's sincere, all you need to do is trust him, Harry,” Luna said sitting beside him and resting her head on his shoulder.
“Should I be angry that you knew and didn’t tell me?” He asked. Harry looked around the compartment and realized that no one was paying them any attention.
“You have every right to be. But Harry, you of all people know that there are somethings that I cannot reveal to you, or I will be tampering with the timeline.”
Harry remained silent for few minutes. He lifted his arms and pulled Luna closer to him. “How do I deal with this, hummingbird? We have so much animosity and hate between us. Am I supposed to forget all of the shit he’s done and said to me, now that I know who he is?”
Luna hummed and snuggled deeper resting her head on his chest. “No, you shouldn’t forget, but you also cannot let it define you. I see a bright future for you, and you will need him by your side. But first, you both need to forgive yourselves before forgiving each other in order for to move on.” Luna lifted her head and touched Harry’s cheeks turning his head so that he faced her. “You two are more alike than you know,” she told him. “You are both stubborn and proud men. You both value loyalty which is way you both do not forgive easily.” Luna caressed this side of his face. “But this once I’m asking you to look past it all and move forward, I worry that our enemy will not be defeated so easily. Even when we take away all that he holds dear.” She finished and rest her head back on Harry’s chest, her fingers remained on his cheek.
Harry turned his head to the side and kissed her palm. “I can’t promise you anything, Hummingbird, but I will try,” he whispered. Harry sighed slouching in his part of the seat. Thinking if it could all be so easy as to forgive Snape. Harry shook his head.
It will be a long time before I forgive Severus or see him as my father.
Harry closed his eyes and relaxed further in his seat, he was tired from lack of sleep for the past two nights. Fortunately, he was able to keep the telepathic link between him and Tom closed so that his lover would not hear or his thoughts or feel his worry. The stronger, their link became, the more he was learning to block Tom from hearing his innermost thoughts. Harry was sure this would come in handy sometime in the future.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry was being shaken. Instinctively, he had his wand aimed at the person before opening his eyes.
“My Lord, we have arrived at the station.” Harry looked up from where his wand was pointed and pressed into the person’s jugular, to see Blaise standing over him with fear in his eyes.
Harry pulled his wand away from his neck, “I’m sorry, Blaise, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my Lord.” Harry did not miss the tremor in his voice or his quick escape from the compartment.
Harry stood and stretched, they were at the station and in just a few minutes he will be home snuggled in his over’s arms. Excitedly, he grabbed his cloak throwing it on. Neville and Seamus were waiting for him. Luna and the rest have already gotten off the train. Mr. Lovegood was off traveling searching for some magical beast that means Luna will be spending the holidays with him and the rest, at the manor. As soon as Harry stepped off the train he felt it, the spark of their magic connecting. Tom was there, waiting for him. He looked around the station and like a sea parting Harry saw his love.
Tom was wearing a deep purple robe with white sleeves, his hair was longer, and he looked drop dead fucking gorgeous. He might have been wearing glamor that gave him the appearance of Mark, but Harry knew Tom anywhere. From the way, he stood out in a crowd and the way other’s clamored to be near him. The man was magnetic. Harry smiled then ran and literally jumped into Tom’s arms, their lips met instantly.
Harry moaned and clutched onto Tom as if he was his lifeline. He could feel their connection vibrating between them, his wolf purring in utter delight at being near his mate. Tom grabbed and squeezed his arse, pulling their hips closer together. Harry moaned loud wantonly he heard a few gasps, but he did not care who was looking or commented on their improper behavior.
Slowly, they pulled back from their kiss, and Harry stared up at Tom, his smile never leaving his face. “Well this is a surprise, I was not expecting you to be here,” Harry told. “Is this my surprise?” Tom smiled and was about to answer but was stopped when there was a scream coming from the other side of the station.
“Give it back to me, Hermione!” Harry heard Ginny yelled.
“For the last time, I do not know what the hell you are talking about?” Hermione snapped at Ginny. Harry knew she was trying to remain calm, but he could hear the tension in her voice.
Harry slid down Tom’s body and turned in his lover’s arms in time to witness the crowd gathering around the two girls. Tom’s Finger’s slid to his hips pulling him close to Tom’s hard chest. “Is this your doing my little love?” Tom whispered in Harry’s ear.
“Shhh…it’s about to get good, I promise,” Harry answered. “Damn, where are the twins with the popcorn when I need some?”
“Hermione I saw you take it, don’t lie to me!” Ginny screamed grabbing onto Hermione’s sleeve stopping her from taking another step. The whole station was at a stand still. Harry saw Ron looking shocked as if he did not know exactly what to do.
“Ginevra, for the last time I do not know what the bloody fuck you are talking about, now please let go of my sleeve before…”
“Before what Hermione, kill me?”
“Yes!” Hermione answered the steel in her voice did not waver she pulled her arm away from Ginny and went to take another step. Ginny reached for her again, but this time, Hermione was faster and pulled out her wand, “Crucio!” The remaining passenger’s and bystander’s gasped as Ginny fell to the ground withering and screaming in pain. The gleeful smile on Hermione’s face frightened those that were watching. Ron was screaming for Hermione to stop and for someone to do something.
Aurors came rushing over and sending a stunning spell at Hermione, she went flying back her back hit the wall she was knocked unconscious as she slid to the floor. Ron ran over to Ginny, who was still withering and shaking on the floor, blood was running from her lips and her ears. He reached out to touch her, but someone kneeled down beside him and stopped him. The station was filled with chaos.
“You are quite the genius, my devious little minx,” Tom whispered in Harry’s ear. Harry visibly shivered, Tom’s lips touching him so innocently added with the chaos was turning him on. “You’ve gotten rid of them without having to lift a finger. The noisy little redhead looks as if she will be permanently brain damaged, and the mudblood will be sent to Azkaban and given the kiss for using a forgivable in front of a large crowd of witnesses. And who better to record it all.”
Tom placed a gentle hand on the left side of Harry’s cheek moving in the direction he wanted him to look. Standing in the corner with her quick quill working a mile a minute was none other than Rita Skeeter. The eager and the delightful smile on her face showed just how much she enjoyed the exclusive she was given.
“This worked out better than I planned.” Harry boasted. “Today’s event’s certainly will make a humorous after dinner reading.”
Tom let go of Harry and stepped beside him; he extended his elbows to Harry. “Come along my troublesome, Consort, let's go home. You and I have things to discuss.”
Harry rolled his and took Tom’s arms, “I have a feeling you will do more talking, and I will be the one listening.”
Tom chuckled, “There are many ways we can discuss things, my little minx.”
“Do tell, my Slytherin King.” Harry leaned in closer to Tom as they turned, and walked the other way and apparate out of the station leaving all the chaos behind them.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Ronald Weasley kneeled beside his sister’s convulsing body staring down at her in complete shock. He felt numb, and he couldn’t understand how everything went from great to just worse in less than a minute. On the train everything was fine, Hermione and Ginny were making plans to meet up and spend the New Year together. He and Hermione had already exchanged gifts, he was proud that she wanted to wear his ring for everyone to see. With his mom gone, Ron had been very depressed. Ron was a mother’s boy, the light in her eyes. His goal was to make her proud. Ron realized while growing up that his mother always treated him and Ginny better than she did the rest of his brother’s. She always made sure they had the best and complained when Ron was forced to wear his brother’s hand me down’s.
There were times when she spoke of how much she hated that their father Arthur was a lazy sod, and needed to buck up and being a man. Yet, through all of her complaints she loved Ron, she encouraged him constantly. Now with her dead, he felt lost the only bright spot was he had Ginny and Hermione around. His sister and girlfriend are his best friend, they are in league together serving their Master happy to do his bidding.
Their Master. Thought Ron, My Master will not like this.
Ron knows that he will be punished for not stopping what happened. He did not want to feel the harsh slice of the cutting spells that his Master will not hesitate to use. He did not want to feel the pain coursing through his body leaving him numb leaving him begging for death. Ron couldn’t take any longer, the brutal abuse that came with serving Albus Dumbledore. He stood beside and defended Dumbledore because it was what his mother wanted. Hermione worshiped him, and Ginny praised him. Ron looked around and watched as one of the Auror’s lift Hermione’s body from the ground as another confiscated her wand, no doubt to break it before giving her the kiss. He had no idea what came over Hermione, he did not know when had her spells become so powerful, or she carried so much hate towards Ginny.
She was enjoying Ginny's screams while she tortured her, her best friend, she was cackling.
Ron looked down at Ginny once again and was at a loss as to what to do about this situation. Ron was suddenly jarred from his thoughts when he was pushed to the side as healers began working on Ginny. No one was paying him any attention, Ron did not question why his father was not at the station to meet them. He did not wonder where his brothers were, no one cared about him. The only one that cared about him was his mother, and she died a few weeks ago leaving a very large hole in his heart.
I am completely alone.
Ron now saw his opportunity to break free and be who and what he wanted. He had a few galleon’s saved and with that thought, Ron started to back away slowly losing himself in the sea of people clamoring to see what was happening. Once he was free Ron, walked to a safe distance and apparated. He made his way to Gringotts and withdrew everything he owned including the galleon’s he pilfered off Harry when they were friends. The first time he stole from Harry he was scared and worried that the other boy would notice the missing galleons. But when Harry made no mention of it, Ron continued taking as much as he wanted placing his stolen goods in another vault under a pseudonym. Ron looked down at the bottomless pouch, he picked up when it fell off Hermione’s hip during the altercation, nodding his head he had enough to keep him going for a while.
If I live in the muggle world, I should be able to survive for a bit.
With that in mind, Ron went to speak with a bank manager, he requested a name change and documents to get out of the country. He wanted to be far away from Europe and out of Albus Dumbledore’s reach as soon as possible. He now had a new name, and he was ready to start his new life.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Tom and Harry were taking a walk in the garden later that night after everyone had a chance to settle in. The talk around the dinner table was about what happened at the train station. Harry and Tom confirmed that he had a hand in it. Neville confirmed during dinner that Ginny and Hermione approached him, and Seamus to gain access to Harry's private room. They did it the same day they snuck into his room. Neville and Seamus also pretended to be under their control, was unable to warn Harry in time of what they were up to. It wasn't until what happened at the train station did they realized what happened.
Harry looked around the garden and marveled at its beauty. This was his favorite place to come whenever he was at the manor. The nights had gotten colder, and even though they could have used a warming charm to keep warm. Harry found it more romantic to snuggle closer to Tom stealing his warmth.
Harry was quiet deep in thoughts. Tom must have noticed because he asked, “What’s on your mind, my little minx? You are awfully quiet. Especially, during dinner, even when your mischievous redheads baited you with a scandalous question.”
Harry chuckled, "admit it you like them," he said looking up at Tom.
"Maybe a little," he answered smiling. "They have a way of growing on you. I do like that they are very loyal to you."
"To us," Harry corrected.
Tom nodded his head, but knew the truth that Fred and George are only siding with the dark side because of Harry.
"You're evading my question, my little minx, what's bothering you?"
“I’m not sure I want to talk about it,” Harry answered truthfully.
“We promised each other no more secrets,” Tom softly reminded him.
“I know, it’s just I found out something a couple of days ago, and I'm not sure what I should do about it.”
Tom stopped their walk and pulled Harry wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist. Harry went easily wrapping his arms around Tom’s neck. “Whatever it is we can deal with it together,” Tom assured him. “I can feel that you're hiding something from me, for a couple of days. No matter, have how much you tried to block me through our link, my minx. Now, come on talk to me.”
Harry rested his forehead on Tom’s chest and took a deep breath. “What if you found out that everything you believed or was told to accept about your life, was all a complete lie? What if we are not meant to be together, and you kept on trying to kill me?”
“Where is all this coming from?” Tom asked, cupping both sides of Harry’s cheeks and lifting his face so that they are facing each other. His brows furrowed and concern written over his face. “What’s bothering you?”
Harry stared into Tom’s ruby eyes and felt hot tears slipped down his cheeks. “I found out that even told under truth serum I can’t believe myself.” Tom used his thumb to wipe away the tears staining his cheeks.
“You’re scaring me, my little minx,” Tom whispered.
"I found out that Severus Snape and James Potter were married." Harry closed his eyes before continuing. "He is also my father.”
Shock registered in Tom’s eyes, but he masked it quickly.
“How…what do you mean?”
Harry sighed and stepped out of his lover's arms. He walked over to the pond sitting on the bench and looked down at the Koi fishes. They always seemed to calm him whenever his thoughts. Tom walked over and sat beside him not saying a word waiting for Harry to explain what he meant.
“A couple of days ago Snape asked me to stay after class. I didn’t think anything of it.” Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Snape and I have been giving each other a very wide berth since the incident in his room. I noticed how strange he had been acting for a couple of weeks. Severus was missing lectures, had dark circles under his eyes and a couple of other things that was so unlike Snape. I thought he wanted to give me an update on Dumbledore. But the first thing he did once we were alone apologized." Harry stood up and started to pace back and forth. "Can you believe that?" he asked Tom, not waiting for an answer he continued. "He apologized as if that would fix every fucking thing to make up for all shit he did to me!"
Tom stopped him mid pace and pulled him back to the bench. "Calm down and talk to me," Tom instructed. Harry nodded and took deep breaths. "Start from the beginning."
Harry leaned back folding his arms across his chest. "As I said, he asked me to stay after class..." He told Tom everything from entering Snape's private potion room and viewing his memory. Harry smiled when he remembered seeing James Potter. Harry told Tom about torturing Snape because it was the alternative to killing him. Then forcing Snape to take the specially made vertiserum. Watching Snape closely for the first lie to spew from his lips. Harry did not hold anything back. Expressing his fear, that he did not fit in the world now that he knew the truth about his parents.
"Gods, Tom, I have so many fucking questions, and I am not sure I want the answers to them," Harry whispered. He covered his face hiding the second set of tears threatening to fall. He felt unsettled and was not handling this well.
How can I embrace Snape?
Harry roughly scrubbed his face and looked at his lover who still had not said a word. He looked away asking the one question that refused to leave his thoughts. "What would have happened if Evans and Dumbledore had not intervened? Would I still be your m...."
“Stop right there,” Tom said, stopping Harry before he could finish. He turned and looked at Tom for the first time since they sat down. “Our meeting and potential mating is not a mistake, get that out of your mind this minute. I have told you before, I do not know how to love. I am incapable of such feelings. But I know how to protect, and how to care.” Tom took Harry’s face in his warm hands. “And I care for you, deeply, Harry Potter. You are the only man who can see through my tough exterior and call me out on my shit. I believe we are made for each other, my little minx. No matter, the circumstances we are meant to be together, in this lifetime and the next.” Tom assured him with a smile on his face.
Harry smiled as well from Tom's comforting words.
Tom bent his head, capturing Harry’s lips in a very heated and passionate kiss. He pulled Harry closer to him, to the point that Harry was sitting on his lap. They kissed for a few more minutes before their lips slowly separated. Harry opened his eyes and blushed at the heated look in Tom’s eyes.
“Beautiful. You take my breath away each time I see you,” Tom whispered trailing a finger down the side of Harry’s face. Harry buried his face in Tom’s chest, trying to hide his face that was no doubt as red as a tomato. “You don’t ever have to hide from me, Harry.” He lifted his head and looked at his lover. “I want to see you at your best and your worst, no matter what, I will protect and stand with you until the very end.”
Tears welled in Harry’s eyes and he let them fall. Harry never felt so emotionally raw before. From finding out about Severus and now Tom’s sweet words. Harry gave Tom a quick kiss, pulling away just a bit. He gazed into his lover's ruby eyes and knew what he wanted at that very moment. Harry stood and before Tom could protest, he straddled his lover’s legs and wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck. Tom’s hands went to Harry’s hips, keeping him in place. Even in their current position, Harry was still shorter than Tom. He leaned closer and licked the crease of Tom’s lips. Harry watched as Tom closed his eyes. Slowly, he traced kisses to Tom's ear, nibbling on his lover's lobe before pressing his lips to the outer shell of his ear.
“*Je veux que vous faites l'amour doux pour moi ici et maintenant sous les yeux et les bénédictions de la mère lune. Je ne peux pas attendre plus longtemps pour que vous me demandez et faites-moi la vôtre. Je veux porter votre parfum. Sentez votre essance brûlant à l'intérieur de moi. Montrez-moi que tu me aimes, Tom, la seule façon que vous savez.” Harry whispered in French.
Tom's eyes snapped open, and Harry pulled back their eyes connected once again. Harry could tell his lover was checking to make sure Harry knew exactly what he was asking. Tom opened his mouth, and Harry placed a gentle finger on his lips stopping him. “I’m sure. Let me be yours and no one else," he whispered.
The tip of Tom's tongue peeked out and licked Harry's finger. He moaned and bit his bottom lip as Tom opened his mouth wider and sucked his finger between his soft lips. Harry moved his finger in and out of his lover's mouth and watched as it went deeper each time. Shivers racked his body when Tom's teeth scraped against his finger. Harry pulled his finger from his lover's mouth and instantly, Tom leaned down and kissed Harry passionately stealing his another moan from him.
Their lips separated, "you are intoxicating." Tom told him before getting up and pulled out his wand and pointed it to the bench Harry was sitting on. Harry watched as the bench was transfigured into a wrought iron canopied four poster bed. With silver silk sheets and dark green velvet drapes. Tom waved his wand again, and their outer robes disappeared. Each time Tom did magic around Harry, he felt an electric charge through their connection. It excited and turned him on more than anything. Harry looked away from the transfigured bed and back to Tom, who was watching him. They stared into each other’s eyes, and Harry knew at that moment he was in love with the Tom. But was too afraid to say the words out loud.
They did not speak. Harry leaned up on his knees, resting his palms on Tom's hot muscular chest. Harry licked the center of Tom's chest to the pulsing vein in his neck, to his chin and then his lips. Harry moaned when Tom opened his lips and accepted his kiss. Slowly, Tom leaned him back, and they laid down on the bed. Harry could feel the tingling in his gums. His canines were itching to come out and bite Tom sweet soft flesh. His wolf growled with desire wanting to claim their mate.
Soon, Harry whispered to his wolf calming him down just for a few. Tom rolled them over changing their positions. Their lips did not separate, and now Harry was able to feel his lover’s sizable bulge. Harry cupped the back of Tom’s head, deepening their kiss. He wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist and started grinding his hips.
Tom grunted in their kiss and moved his hand down to Harry’s hips to still his movements. Their lips separate. Harry opened his green eyes connecting with red rubies that burned with unhidden desire.
“I’m jealous," Tom confessed. Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I hate that someone else was your first when I wanted to have of pleasure for myself. There are a few things you need to know about me. I'm a selfish and jealous man, Harry. And above all things, I don't like to share.”
Harry had the same feeling’s but thought it was silly. Tom had lived a lifetime before him. But he could not help his jealous feeling when he thought of all the men and woman Tom had pleasured.
“I hate sharing as well, Tom,” Harry told him. “Let’s make sure that from now on nothing or no one comes between us.”
Tom did not answer, he smashed their lips together. The air around them began to crackle it was filled with their combined magic. With lust, desire, passion, trust and the unspoken words of love. They stopped kissing, both gasping for breath. Tom waved his hand, and their clothes disappeared. Harry’s breath hitched feeling Tom’s naked hot skin against his. Their hard leaking cocks rubbed against each other.
His wolf was becoming impatient. Harry’s vision kept changing from color to black and white, and he knew he could no longer hold back his beast. He partially shifted, but still remained human. His nails lengthen and his canines extended. His skin bristled with coarse, fine hair. He will not shift completely until after he claimed his mate. Harry will run, and howl with joy. Thanking mother moon for her blessing. Tom groaned, and his hips bucked when Harry leaned in and gently nipped at his bottom lip before licking it.
Tom pulled away and got to his knees. He stared down at Harry, then reached down and traced around his left nipple and tweaked it hard. Tom smiled when Harry arched his back and whimpered in pleasure, not pain.
“My sweet little wolf, so untamed. Will you let me tame you my wolf?” Tom bent down and licked from Harry’s chest to his abdomen stopping right at his hard leaking cock. Harry held his breath and his wolf growled low in the back of his throat.
Tom chuckled, “patients, my little wolf.” Harry expected Tom to take his cock into his mouth. But he was not in the least disappointed when Tom widened and lifted his legs then licked his perineum. Harry shivered, “I plan to reward you for your good behavior.” Tom's hot breath ghosted over Harry's balls making him moan. Harry heard the words, but his mind was somewhere else, sparks ignited around him. Tom licked further, and his tongue grazed over Harry’s quivering hole. His body melted into the soft silk sheets beneath him.
“Tom,” Harry moaned and reached down, grabbing the back of Tom’s head with his sharp claws. He held on so tightly Harry was certain that he pierced his lover’s skin. Tom groaned, and flattened his tongue against Harry’s hole, sending vibrations coursing through his entire body.
Tom let go of Harry’s legs and they fell to the bed. Tom lifted his head, taking Harry by the waist and flipped him over on his stomach. Before Harry could ask a question, his lover, grabbed him by his hips back bringing him to his knees. Tom spread Harry's arse then buried his face between his cheeks coating his hole with more saliva. Harry leaned up on his elbows and threw his head back and howled, not caring who would hear his sounds of pleasure.
Harry submitted to Tom’s pleasurable torture, grateful that his lover took control. Harry fangs bit into his bottom lip when Tom pushed the tip of his tongue inside of Harry’s hole and began fucking him. Harry could not stop his hips from moving when he felt a finger joining his tongue. Harry’s claws dug into the sheets ripping them. Harry should be cold making love outside while snowflakes fell around them. But his body was on fire. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down the bridge of his nose before falling to the bed
“Tom, please, I need you inside of me now,” Harry begged, but Tom ignored his plea and inserted another finger, stretching and opening his hole. Tom chuckled and inserted another finger as he scraped Harry’s prostate. Harry howled, and his hips bucked before he knew it cum spurted from his cock, his body shivered and his legs widened.
Tom pulled his face back as he pushed in another finger, “such a bad little wolf, cumming before I gave you permission. I should punish you,” he said removing his fingers Harry whimpered. “But…” he continued, and Harry felt the head of Tom’s cock pressed at his hole. “…I want you so fucking bad.” Tom whispered the lubrication charm and slowly pushed his cock in. "Oh shit you..." Whatever he was about to say ended in a loud moan, as the rest of his shaft entered Harry. Tom pumped his hips in and out a slow, maddening pace. His nails were digging into Harry’s hips, leaving crescent moon marks.
Harry moaned loud and begged his mate to fuck him harder. Enough to make it hurt. Tom obliged he moved his hands from Harry’s hips and grabbed his arse cheeks widening them. Harry felt deliciously stretched. Tom growled as he began pumping his hips faster. The harder Tom fucked him, the louder his moaning became. Harry couldn't take it anymore, he needed to see and feel Tom. His desire to bite his mate pulled at him.
{Tom, I need…} Even through their link Harry could not complete his thoughts. Tom was driving him crazy.
“I know what you need, my little wolf,” Tom told him out loud. Without warning, he pulled out of Harry.
Harry hissed at the loss, rather than in pain. Tom flipped Harry on his back and lay on top of him capturing his lips in a heated and passion filled kiss. Distracted by the kiss Harry did not realize that Tom was inside of him until his cock brushed over his prostate. Harry wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist using his heels to press and keep Tom inside of him.
Harry knew he was going to cum, again very soon. He gently pulled back from their kiss slowly licking down to Tom’s neck. Harry knew what he wanted. He scraped his canines against Tom’s pulsing vein.
{Tom…} He whimpered through their link.
{Only to you,} Tom answered tilting his head to the side showing his neck. {I will only submit to you like this.} No longer needing permission Harry sunk his fangs into Tom’s neck piercing his skin and tasting his essence and sealing their bond. Tom’s cock spasmed inside of Harry, and he bit down on Harry’s flesh breaking the skin, as his cum flooded and coated Harry’s inside. Harry came again, and his elemental power that was only ignited at the base of his spine flooded and burned on and around them without scorching their skin. Neither Harry or Tom felt the marking’s being etched into the back, that was blessed by the moon and magic.
Harry felt his fangs receded, and he licked the blood and his mating mark closed. Tom lifted his head and their lips met in the middle, Harry tasted his blood on his lover’s tongue, and he moaned. Tom’s cock softened, the fires subsided around them just as they stopped kissing and Tom rolled over onto his back gasping for breath. Harry did not have time to bask in the afterglow, his wolf wanted to run and howl at the moon. He shifted and stood on the bed looking down at Tom, who raised his hand and caressed his muzzle. Harry licked Tom’s fingers asking for understanding just this one.
“Go on, my little wolf. I will be here waiting for you.” Harry bent down and nuzzled his large furred head into Tom’s chest who hugged him. “Come back to me my little wolf; I will be lonely without you.”
Harry licked Tom’s chin with his rough tongue and jumped off the bed. He ran out of the garden’s and into the woods. He stopped when he saw his beta and third in command standing there waiting for him. Seeing him, they laid down and flipped to their backs showing their respect and submission to the Alpha of the pack. Harry yelped softly, and they got to their feet. He howled loudly, proclaiming his mating and their joy. His beta's joined him in a chorus of howls. Wolves living around the manor joined in with their own joyous howls one right after the other. When he stopped, they came up to him and pushed their muzzle Harry ran into the woods with them following behind him.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Sleeping in his cell, Fenrir opened his eyes and remained still looked around to see where he was and sighed. There was no use, he was still in his new home, below the dungeons of Riddle Manor. For years he has served Lord Voldemort loyally. Never once questioning his orders. But Fenrir had to admit his defeat. He was beaten by another wolf that was stronger and better than him. An Alpha wolf who played on Fenrir's ego without saying a word.
I was a fool to challenge another wolf without first knowing their weakness.
Fenrir realized he lost his zeal to rule his pack, he became negligent in their care and carelessly did what he wanted. Fenrir wondered why he was still alive. The Alpha had the opportunity to kill him, but instead, he chose to embarrass him. The chorus of howls of wolves reached his ear, and Fenrir closed his eyes to listen. It was the joyous howls signifying the mating of the Alpha. Fenrir heard the words clearly as the Alpha was standing in front of him. His wolf howled deep inside begging to come out and join with his brethren.
"My brethren, I have taken a mate that was given to me by mother moon. Rejoice and celebrate. We will run, fight and grow as a pack."
Choruses of "Yes, Alpha," sounded through the air.
Fenrir forgot what it felt like to have the closeness of his pack. He admitted his ego got in the way of taking care of his people. Of seeing their needs.
I deserve to lose my status. I would like to find my mate, relearn what it takes to be a wolf and help my Alpha.
Fenrir opened his eyes and struggled to a sitting position, he was not completely healed and suspects that he will never be. He was broken inside and out. Fenrir leaned against the cold cell wall and craned his head to stare at the moon. That was shining brighter than he had ever seen it before. He opened his mouth and howled, joining in the chorus with his brother’s. But in his howl showed his pain, anger at himself and his hope for forgiveness. Fenrir hoped his Alpha and brethren.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Tom woke the next morning and smiled, feeling his human blanket covering him. He wrapped his arm around Harry, who buried his face deeper into Tom’s neck. Tom was smart enough to use a warming charm around the bed. The only place not covered in snow was the pond with the Koi fish that Harry loved and the bed they are lying on. Tom looked down at his lover and smiled. Harry's hair was wild and untamed with leaves sticking out of it. Tom reached up and pulled the leaves out of Harry’s hair, on his cheeks were brown specks of dust.
It seems my little wolf had fun last night. He kissed Harry on the forehead, pulling him much closer.
Tom knew he cared about Harry. From their first meeting at the restaurant, he felt a connection that he could not explain. Harry intrigued him. He felt Harry’s strength and power and was drawn to it and wanted Harry for himself. Not only was Harry smart, but he was beautiful. Long dark hair with just a hint of blond. Sweet milky, cream skin and jade green eyes that mesmerized him each time he gazed deeply into them.
We are mated, mated for life.
Tom felt complete. For years, he felt as if there was a part of him missing. His mind and body lived and survived, but his heart did not beat, until the first moment, he saw Harry as a baby. Tom did not realize what was happening at the time. Tom hated that he cannot remember the year that James Potter died. His mind and body were being taken over by out of controlled dark magic. It caused him to do unspeakable things to the people he wanted to protect. Tom admits to himself that his thirst for knowledge and power caused his magic to flare out of control. Resulting in his disfigured body and also the reason he did not realize all that Dumbledore was up to or the birth of his magical mate.
The magical world means a lot to him then and now. Protecting it from Muggles have always been his primary goal, and he could not stop fighting for what he believed in. Tom hated that wizards who lean more to the dark are seen as evil, or magical creatures are labeled as dark merely because they were born that way. Tom wished to change the way wizards and witches only see black and white. No one should live in the dark simply because of the way they were born. Tom wants to make the magical world an accepting society, the same way he felt the first time he walked into Diagon Alley. Until Dumbledore made him feel like an outsider. Now Tom has more new reasons to hate Dumbledore and wanting the Headmaster dead. Killing Harry's father, and using his face and name to do it.
Was I really that much of a threat?
One of Harry's legs moved and brushed against Tom's cock bring Tom out of his thoughts. Harry moved closer, and his breath brushed against Tom's neck. He smiled and looked down at his sleeping mate.
Such a sweet and beautiful face that hides a mischievous imp. And he is all mine, now and forever.
After researching through the tomes of books in his library on soul bonds, Tom realized that the mind connection that he and Harry were developing was because they were soulmates. Even though he knew that soulmate existed, Tom refused to believe it at first because it meant that he would have to share parts of himself freely to his mate, namely his heart.
Tom was confident that Harry had no idea how much he gave last night by submitting to him. It was not a simple thing to do. But Tom did it willingly because he realized how much he cared for Harry, almost to the point of falling in love with the younger man. Harry moaned and fidgeted in his sleep, and Tom caressed his finger’s down his back soothing him. Harry belonged to him now. He had to protect his little wolf, not just his body but his heart from anyone who sets out to break it.
Tom reached under his pillow and pulled his wand out and tapped the bed. It started to transfigure back into the bench. Tom held on to Harry, who was now sitting in his lap, he wandlessly summoned robes for both he and his mate to cover their nakedness. Standing to his feet with Harry in his arms Tom walked into to the Manor, a few of his followers were milling around stopped and bowed respectfully with their eyes looking down. No one dared to look him in the eyes, even Bellatrix, who in recent weeks seemed to have calmed down paid him the utmost respect.
“Bellatrix.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she answered without raising her head.
“My mate and I wish not to be interrupted for the rest of the day, spread the word,” he instructed.
“As you wish, my Lord,” she rose to go and do his bidding, but he stopped her.
“And, Bella, well done,” he complimented. Tom said nothing further and continued to the room, he shared with Harry, whispering the password and entered closing the door behind them. Today was for him and Harry only, tomorrow they will share their mating with everyone else.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Two days later, Harry walked into the dining hall and saw his and Tom’s inner circle, eating breakfast like one big dysfunctional family. They all went to stand, but Harry stopped them with a wave of his hand.
“Please, no formalities,” he said his eyes were solely for his lover who was sitting at the other end of the table, looking more delicious than anything being served on the table. Harry walked up to Tom and sat on his lap, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck. Tom rests a hand on Harry’s leg. Harry leaned closer to him, and their lips met in the middle. Harry moaned wantonly the minute their lips touched. He could not get enough of tasting his lover's lips. Harry heard throats clearing and giggles, but he and Tom ignored it. They stopped kissing, but their lips stayed connected. “I don’t like waking up alone,” Harry whispered against Tom’s lips.
Tom pecked him on the lips and smiled, “I figured after last night you would be too tired to move.”
Harry smiled and shivered for the past two days, he and Tom have stayed holed up in their room blocking out everyone and everything out making sweet love to each. Tom licked and sucked every inch of Harry’s body, leaving him in a pile of goo. They were surprised the next day to find tattooed markings on their back’s. Tom being fluent in Chinese knew exactly what it said.
Mated in mind, body and soul for eternity.
“I heal quickly…” Harry did not get a chance to finish his sentence when there was a gasp sounded behind him. Harry turned and saw Severus standing at the entrance of the door. He looked better than the last time Harry saw him.
Severus nodded his head in respect, “I apologize for my tardiness, my Lord.”
“That’s quite alright Severus,” Tom said. “Sit and have something to eat, we will meet later.”
Severus walked over to the table and sat in the seat beside Charlie, who reached over to kiss him on the cheek. Harry noticed the way Severus flinched the minute Charlie touched him.
{This is going to be harder than I thought} Harry told Tom through their connection.
{I’m here for you, my little wolf} Tom turned his head and kissed him lightly on the lips. {Come on eat something I need you to keep your strength up for tonight.}
Harry wiggled and positioned his arse over Tom's erection {Oh, do you have something planned}
{Yes, I plan on fucking you until you pass out from exhaustion} Tom wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and pulled Harry against his chest and bit on his neck. Harry closed his eyes and moaned again.
{Let's go back to bed} Harry said through their link. He flexed his arse cheeks, squeezing Toms cock to make his point clear what he wanted.
Tom grunted {You are more tempting than the forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden} He said. {As much as I want to lay you out on this table and have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner we have work to do. From the look on your Beta’s face, he seem’s quite eager to speak with you.}
Harry opened his eyes to see William staring at him with a raised well-arched eyebrow.
Harry growled and sat up straight in Tom's lap and began piling food on his plate.
{Don't pout, my little minx we have a lifetime with each other}
That made Harry smile; Tom was correct. They are mated for life. Harry's good mood returned, but only for a short time.
“Tell me, Forge, does our Alpha-Bro seem a bit mellow?” George asked.
Harry knew this was coming, in fact, it would not be the twins if they did not throw a few barbs at him and Tom.
“Why Gred, I think you’re right,” Fred answered.
“Do you think, his Darkness…” George began.
“...he wouldn’t dare…” Fred interrupted in fake shock, making Harry shake his head at their silliness.
“…well, let's ask him and see…” George suggested calmly.
They cleared their throats and spoke simultaneously. “Your Darkness…” Their words were cut short, and Harry lifted his head to see who or what shut them up. Both Rodolphus and Rabastan had their hands covering the Twins mouths, shaking their heads in warning to the mischievous lovers.
“You two will get us killed for asking privileged questions, do we need to have a private session?” Rodolphus whispered in George's ear but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. George looked unfazed by his lover’s reprimand. However, Harry did not miss him adjusting himself in his chair. Rabastion leaned in and whispered in Fred’s ear, his eyes widened, and his face turned as red as his hair. Everyone around the table chuckled at seeing the look on Fred’s face.
Harry swallowed his small bite of food and made a whip lashing sound, and the twins looked at him with confusion on their faces.
“What’s that for?” both the twins asked together confusion in their voices.
“That is the sound of you two being whipped into shape.” Harry teased.
“Who told,” the twins chorused as if realizing what they just admitted the twins hid their embarrassed faces in their lover’s chest. The same time everyone at the table roared with laughter. Harry smiled, this was his new family, they were all different, with separate, views but, they will kill to protect each other.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Later that morning Tom was sitting at his desk looking through paperwork when there was a knock at his door.
“Come in,” he called out.”
Severus entered his office closing the door; he instantly went to his knees. “My Lord, you requested my presence.”
Tom did not answer immediately, he did not know how to approach this subject, Severus was more than a follower but a trusted friend. He knew exactly what Severus hang-ups were; he might have hated Tom for killing Lily Potter, but he still followed Tom’s every wish.
“Rise, Severus and please speak freely,” Tom instructed. Severus got to his feet and sat in the chair in front of him. “I guess you know why I wanted to speak with you?” Severus looked nervous, and that was not what Tom wanted, he wanted a conversation where it would not require him to curse someone. “Talk to me, Severus.”
“What do you want me to say, Tom?” Severus got up and walked to the window facing the garden; he folded his hands behind his back. “It’s too late for me to ask you what your intentions towards my son?" he asked not waiting for an answer. "He doesn’t even think of me as his father, and I can’t say I blame him," he snorted.
Tom did not interrupt he listened to his friend the same way he did with Harry.
“I have never been afraid to admit my mistakes. But I’ve made so many mistakes when it comes to Harry. I’ve ignored his cries for help, called him a liar and tortured him because I missed the chance to make James Potter pay. When the entire time I was hurting myself, my own flesh and blood. I have tried to ignore the feeling of guilt, but each time I close my eyes, I remembered what James and I meant to each other. And Harry was the evidence we created together." Severus shook his head. "I want to ask for his forgiveness, but I am afraid of his rejection, something I never thought I would ever need from him.”
Tom leaned back in his chair and steeple his fingers together. Severus turned to look at him with a sad expression on his face. “We are so alike, a trait I noticed but never wanted to acknowledge; He's so stubborn and does not forgive easily. His heart has turned colder than a block of ice." He looked back out the window for a few seconds before looking back at Tom this time with pleading eyes. "What would you do in my shoes?”
Tom stared at Severus, “I honestly don’t know what I would do. But my question that I want you to think about. Besides, his forgiveness what do you want from, Harry?” Severus was about to say something, but Tom stopped him. “Don’t answer me right now. I want you to really think about it and make sure the answer you give me is the correct one.” Tom got to his feet and stood in front of Severus. “While you’re thinking about that answer keep this thought in mind, I value as one of my oldest friend, Severus, but I will kill you if you hurt Harry in any way.”
By the scared look in Severus’ eyes, Tom knew his direct message made its point. He had nothing else to say. He would rather not choose between Harry and Severus. But in all things, his mate will always be his only choice.
“That will be all, Severus.”
Severus nodded his head, “As you wish, my Lord.” he said making his way to the door but is stopped by the next words.
"No more hiding Severus." He turned to look at Tom. "You are safe to be who you are here with your family and friends." Severus did not respond he simply opened the door and exited.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Severus walked out of the Dark Lord's office. He walked to an empty room and closed the door resting his back against it. He slid down the closed door and completely broke down. For weeks he held on to what he was feeling. Severus placed a hand over his mouth the hide his anguish cries. If only he could express everything that he was feeling to someone who would understand. He was still in love with his dead husband and wished more than anything that he had him back in life. Severus fears that he will never be able to love another man the way that James loved him. His heart was broken, and he was not sure how to mend it again. Severus took the time to mourn, for the love he lost and the love he will never have again. Severus lost himself in his turmoil, giving over to his weakness.
His cries subsided, and Severus felt weak, but pulled himself away from the door and stumbled over to the sofa and flopped down. He pulled a cushion to his chest. Severus was not ready to be around other's, especially Charlie.
Oh Merlin, Charlie. I have been avoiding him with excuses of being busy since I got my memories back. He is bound to notice that something is wrong. I hope he did not see that I pulled away from his touch at breakfast. Charlie, why can't I love you when you are right in front of me?
Severus never denied his growing feelings for Charlie, but now knowing his past, he cannot help but wonder what would have happened if he hadn't run once he saw James in Lily's arms. What would have happened had he confronted them and got the whole truth? Those are the questions' that plagues Severus' mind constantly.
I'm going to have to move on and find a way to love again. But how can I start loving someone new when I have not stopped loving my old love. It still feels like it was yesterday James told me loved me.
Oh, gods, I'm going to break Charlie's heart.
That thought brought more pain to Severus, he closed his eyes and laid his head on the sofa. He wanted to go back to the way things were. Where he never had feelings or cared about anyone else but himself. He would rather continue to live with the lie rather than knowing the truth. This way no one would get their hearts broken.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
“And he has no idea who you are?” Harry asked Charlie, who was giving him an update on what occurred during his short but effective meeting with Percy.
“Not a clue,” Charlie confirmed with a sly smile.
Harry nodded his head thinking, “I want you to keep tabs on him, find out who he meets with, fucks, hell, find out what he eats on a daily basis. I want to make sure he can be trusted before we bring him into the fold.” Charlie and William nodded their heads. “Anything else?” Harry asked.
"We have something." The twins said together.
“A little bird stopped…” Began George.
“....stopped by this morning with a message…” Continued Fred
“....that a certain loud redhead bloke has dropped off the map…” They finished together.
George stood and handed it to Harry the message. Harry opened the note and read it. He started to chuckle, "well, I didn't see that coming,” he said between giggles. The four men in the room smiled brightly, “we are slowly plucking off the old farts minions.” Harry stopped laughing and looked at his brother’s. “Luna said he would not be easy to beat. I know those three little fools meant nothing to him. He is a sly old fox, and I can't prove it, but I know he is working with someone very powerful. We can't let our guard down. Dumbledore left Hogwarts for a few days before the break. He got away before Ash could follow him. He returned the night of the feast. My spies told me he was in an exceptionally great mood. Either he got laid, which I would rather not think about. Or he made a deal with Hades; I do not like not knowing what he's up.”
“Fuck, this is not good, we were able to keep better tabs on him when Molly was alive,” Charlie commented.
“Now that she's dead it will be a lot harder,” William added.
"Another thing that has been bothering me, usually we have a minimum of three Order meetings before the Yule holiday. Other than the one we had before the start of the term, there hasn't been any." Charlie said to the group.
"Do you think he's on to you?" Harry asked.
"I doubt it," William answered. "We do not talk about pack business unless we are here. Charlie and I maintain our cover and help out the twins at the store, while still weighing our options of going back to our previous occupations."
Harry nodded his head, "Are you still staying at the Burrow?"
"Yes and no," Fred answered.
"We all take turns staying with Arthur," George told him.
“How is Arthur holding up?” Harry asked. The brothers turned and looked at each other, Harry brows creased in confusion. “Is there something you want to tell me?” he snapped as he felt the temperature in the room rise.
“Calm down…” Fred told him.
“...it's nothing bad…” George added. "Bloody hell, cool it down a bit," he said, using his hands to cool himself off.
“We want to bring Arthur in on this, I think we can trust him now,” William said.
“My guts telling me he killed Molly….” Charlie added.
“And that's a good reason to trust him?” Harry looked away from Charlie to see Tom standing at the door.
Harry smiled, “what are you doing here? I thought you would be busy all day.”
“I needed a break,” Tom said walking into Harry's office and sat on the edge of his desk. Harry looked at his brothers and snickered true to their word they never bow in Tom’s presence, yet, his commanding and Alpha persona garnered their respect.
Harry got out of his chair and walked over to Tom he tilted his head as his lover bent to kiss him. Harry tried not to put a lot of heat to the kiss because of where they were. But when Tom put his hand on Harry’s hips, pulling him in between his open legs, Harry could not hold back the moan that started from deep within him. Tom was intoxicating and since the first night, they made love Harry found that he could not keep his hands or his mind off his older lover.
They stopped kissing because of the need to breathe, but Harry wanted more of his lover’s sweet taste. Harry leaned up for another kiss, but stopped when a throat cleared, “I’m sorry for the interruption, My Lords.” Harry turned to see who dared interrupt them. It was Lucius. Harry would have rolled his eyes when he growled at the other man and Lucius paled. But he enjoyed scaring the life out of the elder Malfoy far too much.
“Easy, my little wolf,” Tom soothed patting Harry on his arse. Harry turned in Tom’s arms and leaned against his muscled chest. Tom kissed him on the neck, and Harry held back his giggle. Harry loved that since they have been intimate Tom have not held back on his public display of attention. “What is it, Lucius?” Tom’s baritone voice vibrated through Harry, and he wished more than once that they did not have meetings, or he would have dragged his lover back to bed and sucked Tom's cock, before climbing on top him and ride him nice and slow.
{You are a bloody tease} Tom told him through their link, his fingers digging into Harry’s hips. Harry played coy as his discreetly rubbed his arse against Tom’s cock in the guise of repositioning himself.
{I have no idea what you are talking about}
Tom chuckled, and everyone in the room looked at them, they still have not told anyone about their telepathic link. Tom did not want to reveal everything about their mating. The information could be deadly to their enemies.
“The businessman from the United States, my Lord, he is here,” Lucius informed Tom.
Harry looked back, “Do I need to be there?”
“No,” Tom said, shaking his head. “It’s the first meeting, I want to get a feel for him before I let you meet him,” he said and shifted into the snake face Lord Voldemort the world knows.
“You don’t need to protect me. I can take care of myself.” Harry snapped, but there was no anger in his words.
Tom leaned closer to Harry and whispered in his ear, “You are now mine, and I will always protect you, even from me.” The possessiveness in Tom's voice surprised Harry and apparently everyone in the room that heard his claim.
Before Harry could respond, Tom stood with Harry still standing in front of him. “Be good my little wolf and tonight I will take you for that ride we were discussing.” He stepped around Harry walking out of his office with Lucius as if he did not just say something that left Harry utterly speechless and more aroused than he has ever been.
“Fred.”
“Yes, George,”
“Are there any horses in the stable?” Fred asked his twin.
“No, I don’t think so, Fred,” George answered.
“So what will kind of ride are they going on?” Fred asked again with the innocence of a child.
“I don’t know, why don’t we ask him,” George answered with the same innocence.
They both turned to Harry, “Harry…”
Before they could finish their question. “Fuck you both,” responded Harry without anger.
“I think that will be his Darkness,” They replied together.
The room erupted in laughter, and Harry could not hold his own laughter back. He loved being with his brother’s they knew how to keep him down to earth, no matter how powerful he may become. The four people in the room along with Neville, Seamus, Remus and Luna are his safety net. Harry was certain he could count on them whenever he needed them.
This is my family.
“Okay, okay, pipe down, let's get back to business,” Harry said after things started to quiet down. The room quieted, “Back to what we were talking about earlier. Before you bring Arthur to me, I want to make sure he can be fully trusted.”
“What do you have in mind?” Charlie asked.
Just as he was about to answer, Bellatrix was walking towards his office, true, she was acting saner on odd days. But today it seemed it was an even day, and good old Bellatrix was back in her true form. An idea popped into Harry’s head, “Bellatrix,” He beckoned. The scowl on her face did not scare him, nor did it deter him from his plan.
“What do you want?” she asked, stopping in front of his office door.
“I have a mission for you.” He told her, his brother’s looked at him as if he has lost his bloody marbles, but Harry ignored them and carried on.
“I don't take orders from the likes of you, Potter,” she snapped.
Quicker than a blink of an eye Harry was across the room and had Bellatrix pinned to the wall his finger’s wrapped tightly around her throat. “Bella, I thought we came to an understanding. I give the orders, and you follow them, what’s changed?” Her mouth moved, but no sounds came out. “I can’t hear you, Bella dear.”
She closed her eyes and licked her dry lips, and tried talking again. Harry leaned closer in order to hear her correctly. “…sorry…ord..”
“Good enough,” Harry told her and released her, and she slid down the wall coughing. “Now let’s try this again. Bellatrix I have a mission for you.” He repeated, looking down at her.
“As my, Lord Consort, wishes.” Bella wheezed. The eye daggers thrown his way should have scared Harry. However, he chuckled that she still had some fire left in her.
“Very good, Bella,” Harry praised patting her on the head like he would a newborn pup learning to walk. He turned and walked back into his office expecting Bella to follow him. Harry leaned against his desk and waited for Bella to sit in one of the empty chairs. “Now, Bella how good are you at seduction?” The look on Bellatrix and his brother’s face, caused Harry to chuckle.
This was going to be hilarious and fun to watch, in more ways than one.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry sat on the transfigured black stuffed leather wingback chair, staring at the once Alpha wolf locked inside the cell. When Charlie told him that Fenrir asked to speak with him, Harry first thought was ‘fuck no’ but thought it better to hear what the other man had to say. Harry watched as Fenrir sniffed, and his eyes snapped open and looked to the side to see him sitting there. As carefully as he could, the older wolf took his time rolling off the cot going to his knees and bowed his head in respect.
“Alpha,” Fenrir whispered, his voice scratchy and gruff from lack of use.
Harry did not move from his comfortable chair, “What do you want, Fenrir?”
“To serve you, Alpha,” he answered quickly.
Harry leaned forward and stared at the man still bowed in submission. “Why?”
“May I speak freely, Alpha?”
“Only to a degree, wolf,” Harry answered.
“Thank you, my Alpha.”
Harry would have told him that he was not his Alpha but decided not to.
“I have had a lot of time to think about my failure as an Alpha. And I realized that I am not worthy of the title that was given to me since birth.” Fenrir raised his head quickly to look at Harry then back down again. “I used and abused my pack, my people, and my status because I thought it was my right, but I was wrong.” He whispered. “I was so wrong about so many things that hurt not only myself. But that of my pack. I was a fool and became greedy with power.”
“What do you want from me, Fenrir?” Harry asked.
“I want to be your shield and your sword, to serve you the way I should have taken care of my people.”
Harry was silent for a few seconds and stared at the larger wolf. Fenrir had lost weight, but he was still muscular in size. “Do you realize what you are asking?” he asked. “What you are asking of me will surely send you to your death one day!” Harry had no idea why he was getting upset. Fenrir was telling Harry that he wanted to be more than just his enforcer. He will shield Harry from all danger, stand by him, fight for him, kill for him. Essentially, he is asking Harry to commit suicide in the act of protecting him. “Do you value your life so little?!” Harry yelled, jumping out of his chair.
Fenrir lifts his head again and this time, he did not put it down. “My life is not worth shit. I fucked it up a long time ago!" he yelled. "And I know what I am asking. All I’m asking for is a second chance, to do what I was meant and born to do. Please, don’t reject my offer.” Fenrir pleaded.
They stared at each other for a few long moments. Harry sighed and sat back down. “I still don’t understand why you want to do this?”
“It’s the only way I can prove my worth and gain your trust and that of the rest of the pack,” Fenrir answered honestly.
“If I agree to this, and that is if there will be stipulations and you will make a vow not only on your life, but that of your pups, as well,” Harry told him not taking any chances. "The male in your bloodline will never claim the title of Alpha. They will always be the shield to my bloodline and serve us loyally until their death."
“I will agree to anything you want,” Fenrir said eagerly. "As for pups, there are none."
“Don’t be so quick to agree to my terms as of yet. Lord Voldemort will witness the vow you will make to me.” Fenrir flinched, and Harry smiled. “I see you have forgotten about him,” Harry leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. “I will not intercede on your behalf when he decides to punish you for attacking his allies and his mate.” Fenrir gasped, and Harry loved the fear shining in the older wolf’s eyes. “However, I will ensure that he does not kill you. Starting today, you will be moved and given proper care so that you will begin to heal,” he stood to his feet and dust off his trousers he walked to the door stopping before he opened it. “Do not fail me, Fenrir, or next time I will kill you.” Harry opened the door and walked out of the dungeon, but he did not miss Fenrir’s response.
“As you wish, my Alpha.”
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Severus stood behind Lord Voldemort and listened as he spoke with Maxum Steele, CEO of Steele Enterprise. Severus was not privileged to the information as to why his Lord wanted to meet with the half-blood CEO, who made his riches in the muggle world rather than helping the magical world. The meeting was being held at the old dilapidated Riddle Manor, a setting his Lord uses to elicit fear in anyone who seeks to join their cause.Page Break
Voldemort walked around Mr. Steele who did not seem afraid like most who would be meeting his Lord for the first time, while he wore the grotesque snake face. Mr. Steele was about six feet tall with broad shoulders, blonde hair and the bluest eyes Severus has ever seen. The man was sex on two legs, and his robes did nothing to hide his physique. As if hearing Severus thoughts Mr. Steele looked over in Severus’ direction and winked at him. Severus scowled and cleared his throat before looking away.
“Do you know why you're here, Mr. Steele?” Lord Voldemort asked he stood taller and more imposing than Mr. Steele. Severus can tell that his Lord did not trust the other man.
“No," Steele answered. "But I have heard about you through certain channel’s…”
“All the way in the U.S.? I’m impressed.” Lord Voldemort smiled, but it looked more like a snake hypnotizing its prey into a false sense of security before it strikes.
“You should be,” Mr. Steele commented. “And I am that one that is impressed with what you have accomplished this time around. If my intel is correct, you are thinking about branching out to other territories. I am not ashamed to say that I want to be on the winning side when you finally take over the entire Wizarding world. I can be very useful to you.” Severus watched as Mr. Steele stepped closer to Lord Voldemort and touched him on his chest. Before the other man could say another word. A large silver and white timber wolf leaped into the air and knocked Steele on his arse and away from Lord Voldemort. Severus and the rest of the Death Eater’s moved or tried to help Mr. Steele. The large silver and white wolf is very familiar to the residents of the manor.
Lord Voldemort walked over to where Harry had Mr. Steele pinned to the ground with his large paws on his chest and growling menacingly in his face like a rabid dog. Severus watched as Lord Voldemort ran his hand through the wolf’s soft fur looking down at the now terrified American billionaire. “It seems you have angered my wolf, Mr. Steele.” For good measure, the wolf bared his fangs and growled louder. “Something you need to understand Mr. Steele no one touches me but, my little wolf.” He scratched the top of the wolf’s coat, and that seemed to calm the feral beast.
Severus rolled his eyes, if that’s little, I hate to see when he get’s bigger.
Voldemort and the wolf stepped back at the same time, and Mr. Steele stayed on the ground. “Severus,” Lord Voldemort called as he and the wolf walked to the other end of the garden.
“Yes, my Lord,”
“Escort Mr. Steele to the guest quarters in the Manor, let's see how he enjoys being our guest for a short time.”
“As you wish, my Lord.”
“And Mr. Steele please conduct yourself accordingly if we are to be allies I will need you to be in top form.”
No other words, were said as Lord Voldemort, and his wolf disappeared from their sight. Severus walked over to the still stunned American staring down at him. For a strange reason, Severus felt pity for the other man. Mr. Steele looked at Severus, and they gazed into each other's eyes and for a short time, Severus felt as if he was staring into familiar eyes only a different color. Instantly, he looked away and spoke. "A word of caution Mr. Steele, next time you touch Lord Voldemort be prepared to die," he turned his back and stepped away from the American. "Follow me, Mr. Steele, and do try to keep up."
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
James smiled and got up, dusting off his robes. He looked at Severus back.
It seems I have made an enemy and an ally in less than an hour. Things are definitely looking up. He thought as he followed Severus out of the gardens. Severus extended his arm waiting for James to take it. He looked down at the arm and thought, feels like old times, Sevy where you lead, and I follow. Severus gasped, and James looked over to see the other man staring at him.
"W...what did you just say?" he stuttered.
James eyes widened and wondered if Severus was able to read his thoughts. Or did he say that out loud?

-A/N
Language Translation (Please forgive me if it is incorrect I used google translate.)
1. I want you to make sweet love to me right here and now under the eyes and blessings of mother moon. I cannot wait any longer for you to claim me and make me yours. I want to wear your scent. Feel your essence burning inside of me.
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